#i don’t know

[spiltm3lk]

Hello! This is my first post on tumblr I like the monkie show, ace attorney, among other things lol

[djarins-cyare]

Wedding Day

The air is thick with the scent of wildflowers, the earth hums beneath your feet. A copse of trees rises before you, a cathedral carved by nature herself. There, beneath a wooden arch crowned with blossoms, he waits.

For countless years, he hid his heart — a wanderer forged by loss, a heart hardened by solitude, a hunter cloaked in shadows and whispers. Yet beskar was no match for your affection. He chased you, and you chased back, and now he revels in new strength uncovered.

The courage to love.

Now, ancient vows bind your fate, soft as petals, yet strong as roots. Promises made of knowledge eternal — ni kar’tayli gar darasuum — before trembling hands lift his helmet.

Nobody sees but you. You are your own witness as brown eyes, once dimmed by sorrow, now alight with quiet wonder, look upon you with singular devotion.

And you know: From this place, your journey begins.

No longer hunter and prey, two hearts, once adrift, now stride across the stars, towards a horizon of endless wonders — together.

[sunnythedawg]

[doodlecrumb]

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

[bornwholocker]

Anyway I’m always thinking about how other characters/the skills talk abt kim and harry

This game man

[lilislegacy]

everyone, sitting in awkward silence at the dinner table:

percy, glaring:

athena: i would just like to say that—

percy: you’ve been horrible to everyone in this room? yes, we’re all aware.

athena, angrily: perseus jackson, you dare speak to—

annabeth: okay okay! let’s all just take a breath here

mrs. chase, nervous: yes i agree. why don’t we—

percy, firmly: no. you are all going to sit here and think about what you’ve done

annabeth, leaning over and whispering to him: percy, i love you for standing up for me. i really do. but i think you‘ve made your points very clear to all my parental figures about how horribly they messed up.

percy: well i still don’t think they feel badly enough

frederick, raising his hand: if i may—

percy: you may not.

[swordy-da-goat]

foal

[machveil]

I’m not saying I’m right, but—

I do think John Price, whether he’s your boyfriend or husband, likes to pretend to “meet you for the first time” at a bar or restaurant of your choice. it’s just a little bit of roleplay, you arriving before him. it gets his heart beating and butterflies swirling in his stomach when he walks in and sees you sitting pretty. puts on a charming smile and sidles up to you, offering to buy you a drink. “What’s a pretty bird doin’ all alone?”, voice low and smooth as he speaks, cradling his drink in one hand, the soft clink of ice against glass, “Got someone waiting for you at home?”

he likes it when you break character, soft laughter spilling from your lips as he flirts, “Did I say somethin’ funny, doll?”. as much as he wants to laugh with you, he plays his part to a fault. he doesn’t know you after all, but he’d love to talk to you. uses it as an opportunity to get information out of you, “Mmh, lovely outfit. Tha’ from your favorite brand? Is it? Looking at anything else from ‘em?”, taking mental notes of your answers. he finds himself a little distracted, crow’s feet more pronounced as he smiles, gaze soft as he listens to you talk, nodding along and asking little questions as you go. he offers to pay for your dinner, amused when you playfully decline, delighted when you give in with a, “If you insist.”. asks if you want dessert before the check comes, a deep, rumbling chuckle in his chest when you say he can have dessert back at your place, “Well, how can I say no to that?”

[rainee-chu]

I’m sorry for not posting for so long

[smellroy]

Joke-telling is now illegal on the HMS Terror

[cokoweee]

My brains making up for not being able to doodle at work sooo…my bad

[chrissy-kaos]

We flirt all the time, smile and laugh, but how am i supposed to know if this is real? i can't control my feelings anymore. it's so hard being around you and not saying all the things I want you to hear.

I’m trying my best to act casual..

But all i can seem to do is get memorized in your eyes..

[jesuistrestriste]

you make art put on a skirt for the halloween party.

one that’s white and frilly and just barely covering him up; one that makes him compulsively pull down on the bottom of it to conceal himself everytime he has to talk to someone. fumbling with his red solo cup as he prays that whoever he’s in conversation with thinks it’s a joke.

and people do.

when you two walk through the front door of the house party, all of his fellow tennis players burst into laughter and rush up to him. they clap him on the back and tug on his pearl-covered corset. they put their hands all over his body; someone even manages to give him a playful slap on his ass. he feels like a piece of meat.

art’s dressed as an angel, while you’re dressed as the devil. fitting, he had thought when you helped him with his thigh-highs. he didn’t want to admit that you encouraging forcing him to dress so.. femininely.. made him feel hot under the collar. not to mention the grabby touches from his stanford tennis team buddies. it was all too much.

so the night goes on, and he sticks close to your side. one hand holding yours nearly 24/7 so he doesn’t lose you.

he gets more laughs here and there when new people arrive and see his costume. they, like everyone else, assume it’s some sort of gag he’s doing. or, at the very least, a humiliation ritual that you’re subjecting him to for some reason. art drinks cupful and cupful of the nasty, syrupy party punch to dull the weird warmth brewing in the pit of his stomach.

the party dies down and art is wasted.

like, completely gone.

while you’re in the middle of a heated debate with one of your friends about whether or not the guy she’s dating is worthy of approval, art presses his hips into the back of your body and mouths at your neck. it’s slow and a little sloppy, and then you realize you have to be on caretaker duty for the rest of the evening.

but then he kisses your jaw with more intention, his hips absentmindedly rolling against you from behind. you pull him away by his wrist before your friend has a chance to realize what he’s doing.

you drag him into the bathroom and shut the door, turning to look at him. he looks like a drunk college chick. costume slipping, tights somehow ripped, cheeks flushed, hair messed up in the most slutty way. and he’s managed to lose his halo headband somewhere.

he pushes you backwards to the toilet and you ungracefully fall back onto the toilet seat cover with a hard thump. you frown up at him and shake your head.

“art,” you hum, “babe, youre- god, when did you drink so much? i don’t even—“

he cuts you off by slowly climbing into your lap. his skirt rides up his thighs, milky skin being revealed as the fabric lifts. he whimpers.

“please..”

your hands instinctively come up to his waist, cupping it and playing with the dangling string holding together the back of his top. he shivers and blinks slowly.

“i.. i jus’ want you to touch me,” he breathes out, slurring the whole way, “please touch me..”

he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand up his skirt. you’re surprised when you feel how fucking hard he is inside the lacy panties you tucked his cock into before you both left for the night.

“im so fucking horny,” he gasps, “i don’t know.. dunno why ‘m so.. im leaking already, please-“

you grope him over the fabric and he keens, his chest falling forward to press against yours before he swallows thickly and his jaw goes slack. you feel him throbbing in your palm.

he turns his head so that his lips are right by your ear, and then one of his arms reaches around to wrap around your lower back. his blonde curls are starting to stick to his forehead.

“please… please jus’ play with me…”

he cums over your fingers after just ten strokes.

you make him walk home with you as the remnants of it drips down his thighs.

[oobbbear]

All the gitm cat/dog/rat designs I’ve done so far

Plus some doodles

Gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille :]✨

[pondencee]

Bleh