#i hate eepy

[maximilliansblog]

“eepy” sounds stupid as fuck

baby talk does not get rid of the “sl” sound

it typically turns R and L into W

and sometimes N into M

and sometimes TH into D

dis is baby tawk. waow. the sywwables dont go away wandomwy

some yall just dont wanna say sweepy because it sounds like a broom but eepy sounds infinitely more fucking stupid

and i am hating

im full of rage today and i have thought this for a long time and i am sharing

[s3rrrpentine]

sharing my fever with foap

[constarlations]

Doing this thing where I slowly doodle out the protags as a destress lol so here’s what I have so far

[allthedrugsforcreativity]

[temeyes]

soap + volleyball = explosive ass claps spikes

[spaciebabie]

not bad considering i havent drawn him since september guaguhaghhehaga

[tamagoneko]

❤️💙💜X💗💛💙

[wheatcak3]

felt like doing a little redraw of the sillies uwu 💖

original from 2022:

[devyside]

Last one

[piowasthere]

happy [late] valentines day!

coming right at ya w/ some Lumini

(this took way more days then it was supposed to ._.')

[mamawasatesttube]

women in fandoms can have one of two character traits: #girlboss or toxic bitch. occasionally these overlap and the same woman will be characterized by some people as a #girlboss and by others as a toxic bitch. sometimes she will also be referred to as a mom [friend], which can be a subset of #girlboss in that she's sooo much more emotionally mature and capable and careful and responsible than any man around her. but as we all know, #girlboss and mom friend, or toxic bitch: these are the only traits women have. any negative traits a woman has are erased - this is the thesis statement of the #girlboss characterizers: of course i love female characters!! i think women are so great they don't have any character flaws! #feminism - or are overinflated with disgust (she's toxic, she's a total bitch, she's evil. especially if she's not white. i mean what?)

[joxaren-pine]

I’m sorry that I get so frustrated sometimes when I’m gazing at your screen, my fingers tapping away hurriedly. I need to get work done and it stresses me out, I get all jumpy and nervous and I show it. I’m sorry for double clicking so fast on a link, I’ve just been inside and working for too long and I know you���re trying your best. Tonight we’ll be calm together again, we can lay on my bed and we’ll watch a movie. I’ll caress your warm, softly whirring components, and I’ll be so gentle with your keys, and I’ll hold my palms against your screen and I’ll apologise for earlier. I love you.

[ledzeppelinmixtape]

wish house was a real doctor so i could be his mystery insomniac patient and after giving me horse tranquilizers and still not falling asleep he just hits me in the head with his cane and im out like a light

[maofa]

he dreams about meat...

+doodle&sketch

[horsemeatluvr23]

ETHO HAS TIKTOK?!?!?!?

[uraharasandals]

uhhh so I was giggling about aventurine with a friend and it kinda spiralled out of control so have this teehee

I tried to make them hate fuck the whole time but I got stuck so this ended up being slightly...healthy? (I know, shocking for me) But I'm excited for Ratio to drop and honestly Aventurine too

Main source of inspiration: Aventurine looks like a power bottom

pairing :: dr. ratio x aventurine word count :: 1.4k warnings :: r18/nsfw content (minors don't interact pls), hate-fucking, unprotected sex, mild ooc ratio, written before 1.6 update

CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? (NO, BUT YOU DID)

“Not so proud of ourselves now, are we?” There it is again, that absolute shit-eating grin that Ratio itches to slap off his face, that remains plastered all over his fine features despite being pinned down like a butterfly to a board, and dissected as much under his hands. And yet. “Come on, don't be shy, say something. Veritas.”

A delicious shiver runs down his spine as Aventurine speaks again, and Ratio swallows. It's the way his name rolls off the blonde's tongue, almost like honey - except it's dangerous, obviously a trap. Velvet-laced knives, mayhaps. 

Beauty with a jagged edge, like the stone he takes the name of for his pseudonym.

Ratio swallows again, then hisses as Aventurine tightens around his cock, shoved deep into him. “Don't do that.” He tries to sound authoritative, but it comes off weak, trembling. Aventurine takes it as a cue to clench again, making him let out a small gasp in spite of himself. 

“Do what?” The blonde tilts his head at him, almost innocently, as if he wasn't underneath him and flushed with arousal. “You need to be clear, Veritas.”

There it is. That wretched enunciation of his name, dragging through his lips. And was he hallucinating, or did that bastard moan it? 

Saliva runs dry in his mouth, leaving him nothing to swallow the third time.

Aventurine notices his silence, and chuckles. He slides his fingers into the dark purple locks curling against the base of his skull and pulls, slotting their mouths together. Ratio lets him have the kiss, their lips moulding together naturally and more like two men in love and less at each other’s throats (though one could argue that is attractive in its own right), and when Aventurine pulls away, there's almost a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, clarity in the hazy lavender. “I can ride you, if you’d like.” 

And there it is, his way of checking in – despite the nature of the offer, there was no saccharine seductiveness in the statement, only a matter-of-fact tone laying an invitation on the table. In a way, it’s strangely reassuring, how he doesn’t treat him as something fragile or like glass, how he maintains the snake-like hold on him even though they’re on bed, skin against skin, laid bare open. It makes the real Aventurine less attainable, which is good. That means he is still allowed the leisure of concealing his true emotions behind a mask, because despite the vulnerability, that is one thing he refuses to do, the one agreement he made to himself. 

It keeps things casual, distanced. With an air of fantasy surrounding it, almost as if he was playing make-believe. 

“Tempting.” Ratio regains his footing on the edge, smirking down at him. “But I think I’d like to try something else today.” He rolls his hips forwards experimentally, and relishes on the widening of Aventurine’s eyes as he gasps, a delicious shiver running through his entire body. “Especially since a certain someone decided to be so generous today.” 

Aventurine shrugs, nonchalance laced in the action, but his flushed features – likely from arousal – makes it hard to believe, especially with the sultry glance still evident behind the long golden lashes. “Suit yourself. Don’t cry about it afterwards, though.”

Ratio scoffs, hooking a hand around his pale thigh, before arranging his leg so it props on his shoulder, stretching him open further. “Don’t worry. The only person who’s going to cry tonight is you.”

“Oh, going to scold me like one of your students, are you, Doctor?”

Before Aventurine can get another word in, he responds by leaning in, pressing his lips against the other man’s mouth so he could shut up, for Aeon’s sake. The yapping coming out of him quickly turns into a series of delightful moans, the blonde gasping and whimpering as Veritas fucks him, slamming his hips against the other’s and hitting that spot inside of Aventurine that makes him make those pretty noises again, over and over until his cock leaks precum. He smirks in appreciation as the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room, more slick forming between them as his cock leaks more precum, almost as if he wants to fill Aventurine up.

“Why, does that turn you on?” He asks, almost in disbelief, as he continues to pound into Aventurine’s hole, but the other man was already gone in the throes of his own pleasure, and Ratio finds himself mesmerised by the display in front of him as he pants, blonde hair sprawled across the pillow like a halo. He looks like an angel this way – he thinks to himself – except that is true only in the literal sense of the word, but the deception is easier to fall for when he's like this, spread open on sheets and without his flamboyance, just himself. And right now, this view is only for Ratio's eyes, which only makes him more aroused. “Talk to me, Aventurine,” Ratio taunts, relishing in how easily the man underneath him is being taken apart. “Do you like this?” 

The blonde nods, gasping as he hits his prostate again. “Feels good…more, please. More, Veritas – “

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely – “ With a small grunt, he slams back in again, stretching his hole further. Aventurine turns his neck as he moans, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure, but a firm grip on his wrist against the headboard stops him from escaping, and he whines. Ratio could feel his cock throbbing harder, and impulsively — against his own logical instincts, frankly – he surges forward, biting roughly on the pristinely pale expanse of skin on Aventurine’s neck. 

The blonde moans loudly again as his teeth grazes on the skin, catching and surely leaving marks. For a moment Ratio loses control of himself, overcome with the thought of making Aventurine his own, and nothing but his own, attacking his neck with renewed fervour. The blonde squeezes his eyes shut, and with a sense of satisfaction, Ratio notices moisture gathering on his eyelids, and he decides to lean up to kiss them away. Aventurine hisses at the contact, but does not push him away, merely guiding his hand to his own cock, and Ratio complies. He silently relishes in the pretty noises that Aventurine makes in response to the additional stimulation. “I - I’m close, Veritas, I’m close - ”

“Good.” Ratio gasps. “Cum for me.” He watches as the blonde shudders, mewling as he comes undone, white spurting all over his fingers as the scholar continues to stroke, his hole fluttering around his cock, milking him. A hoarse groan escapes his lips as Ratio’s hips stutter, fucking him through his orgasm. He is briefly aware of how slender and small Aventurine is underneath him, shaking from the aftershocks and whimpering from the overstimulation as he continues to thrust into the heat. “Hold on – ”

Ratio ignores the desperate sounds coming out of Aventurine as he chases his own high, slamming his cock into his hole again and again until he groans, the pleasure causing stars to dance in the back of his eyelids as he buries his face into Aventurine’s neck, moaning against the sweat-drenched skin. He’s briefly aware of his cum spilling out around his cock, soiling the sheets underneath, and the thought fuck, we have to change them dances across his mind before Aventurine’s scent demands his focus again, and then it’s Aventurine, Aventurine, Aventurine all over again.

For a moment, the room is silent as they slowly come down from their highs, though broken as Aventurine pulls him down for another kiss, this time sloppy and wet. Ratio returns it hungrily, letting the blonde nip and lick at his lips greedily, almost to devour him. “You taste good,” Aventurine manages to say, finally catching his breath.

Ratio scoffs, but it’s all in good nature. “First time?” 

Immediately, the blissed expression on the blonde’s face drops, and he almost laughs. Aventurine is like a cat at times, Ratio thinks to himself, the way he pulls away and gets affectionate completely at random intervals, and right now it’s one of those times as he bites on the inside of his wrist as some sort of comeback, successfully making him wince out of surprise. Aventurine grins, looking like a cat who just finished a bowlful of cream.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ratio prompts, enjoying teasing Aventurine when he’s fucked out like this, the only time his flowery language doesn’t make an appearance.

“No, but you did,” is the only warning as the blonde pulls him down for another kiss again, this time slightly more gentle as he grins against his lips.