#i loved drawing them aahhh

[megalomari]

finally watched LotR... sam and frodo are my everything

[andro-dino]

for the ask game,

23.Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

7.Is there a piece of clothing you think Sakyo is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in? (also maybe same question with hyoma or any of your faves really, go wild)

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

This is really funny bc yes to both and literally in the same order 😭 Kyoya was my favorite when I had only watched fusion and that didn’t change getting back into mfb, but his character regression across the rest of the series definitely made him drop in my ranks a bit. When I was masters-ing really hard, I was going insane about Zeo and I was The Zeo Abyss Guy for a while, and I thought that’s how that’d stay. The first shogun steel watch through or two didn’t change my ranks (and actually Shinobu was originally my shogun steel fav), but then, at some point along the way, The Takanosuke Disease took over. And I would still consider him my #1 favorite, but with all the Sakyo insanity ive been having, I would say those two are both firmly tied for my #1 spot.

As for the ships, I guess if you wanna start way back, when I was little when I watched the show, I was obsessed with kyomado, and I do still adore them, but kyohyotsu quickly became my #1 upon getting back into it (technically I think it started with kyotsu and expanded but eh technicalities). Then with becoming The Zeo Abyss Guy, big into zeotoby for a while, and similarly to before, there was a period of time where takasakyo did not change my rankings at all (and they were in fact 2nd to zyronobu for a time) but now I am Insane about them (this is also omitting the fact that I actually was really hesitant to ship takasakyo romantically for a while bc most of the posts I had seen about them compared them and their dynamic really directly to kenta and ryuga and it made me uncomfortable ahshshs). So yeah <3 although I will add on that I don’t think kyohyotsu ever lowered in my ranks, it’s always also been #1 or at the very least a very close runner up, it just goes on the backburner most of the time now.

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think Sakyo/Hyoma is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

This is interesting bc I actually haven’t really thought abt this, surprisingly enough.

For Sakyo, I guess him wearing the item itself isn’t really a hc since it’s a part of his actual design, but part of my kurayami lore is that his belt was originally Ryoma’s and it brings him a level of comfort by being a physical tether he has to his father and his dragon side. Most of what I draw him in is like, form fitting sleeveless stuff based on his actual outfit and I imagine that’d be most comfortable and convenient for him given how active and flexible he is, though I do also enjoy putting him in a good hoodie bc I want him to be a silly comfy teenager <3

For Hyoma, my biggest thing is I imagine he is a big clothes stealer, especially from his partners. I like to think he takes a lot of stuff from Kyoya especially. There’s an idea I’ve had for 5ever that I don’t think I’ll ever get around to drawing but is basically just Hyoma with Kyoya’s necklace from his fusion/masters design asking him “hey do you ever wear this anymore?” and Kyoya responds “not really, no” and Hyoma just gives him The Look and after a beat of silence Kyoya’s like “OKAY FINE YOU CAN HAVE IT!” I think in general he likes having stuff from other people bc it makes him feel more connected to them and also helps when he’s lonely in koma

[angelfoodscake]

ok👍

[planetsage]

contains. dom!choso, f!reader, “slut,” spit, “daddy.”

“this what you want, huh?” choso growls, grabbing at the fat bulge straining against his dark jeans. the blacks in his eyes grow, branding heart-shaped holes into yours, a sinful hunger so carnal the devil himself shakes on his bloodied throne.

he roughly palms himself over the fabric, looking down at how your eyes follow his every move, plump lips wet from licking, curling into a wicked smirk, “lemme use that mouth,” and lithe fingers settle into your hair to grab and press your cheeks against him, smearing your warmed face on his hard cock, “fuck that throat juuusstt how you like it. know you love being used like the pretty little slut you are”

you nod eagerly, his zipper nipping and pinching the side of your temples. “yeah? stick that tongue out”

with a teasy ‘aahhh’ your tongue falls out, resting against the plump of your lower lip, while you look up at him so prettily with big doe eyes. without breaking that contact, he leans closer to spit in your mouth loudly, with a ‘ptooh’ and it mingles with yours on the flat of your tongue before sliding down your throat, “use your teeth, baby. take me out”

catching the metallic zipper of his jeans between your teeth, you draw it down, slowly. the sound of the material parting in a hiss that fills the air. you whine, struggling to get the denim around his button, your hands moving to assist you, but he grunts out a “teeth only” making your thighs press together at the warming ache.

“can’t .. please help me cho. i can’t ”

he coos down at you softly, “awwe’s okay my needy baby .. know you’re just sooo cock-hungry. i’ll help you out this time” pushing down both his jeans and boxers to let his leaky cock spring free before grabbing at the thick base to slap it against your face.

“what do you say, baby. hm?” he runs his wet tip against your lips, smearing salty precum that sneaks past them and drips onto your tongue.

“thank you, daddy”

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[redzania]

hhOOOLLYYY MOLLYYY OH MY GOD I LOVE IITTT. SCREAMSSCREAMSMSADMCZKX JAHG HAGHHH AGHHH AGHHH

[ Finally... a pfp showing everyone... ]

[ Will make the references for the others later (weeks later /j) ]

[raeinyourdreams]

'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader

pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader

tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.

wc: 2k!!

a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open 🫶🏻 also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language 😭 anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated

'just know these are yours now.'

you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.

you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.

on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.

obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.

up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.

so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.

"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.

"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.

"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.

but you weren't other people, you were different.

the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.

with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.

you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."

"like hell you are." "neither are you."

he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.

sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.

it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.

he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.

"nah, just came to see you.. sway."

a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.

you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.

slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.

as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.

one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.

"you're scared."

"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.

"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.

you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.

"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.

"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."

the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."

slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.

“now, these.. they’re very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and it’s leading me to you right now.” he explained. “feels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.”

the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.

“.. why me? trust me, i’m flattered, but i’m no one special, logan..” you questioned, and it made him frown.

“you are special. you're special to me.” your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. “call it what you want.. just know these are yours now.” he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.

with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.

pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.

additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan 🥰🥰 your choice 🥰🥰

taglist: @allen-444

[pygmi-says-hi]

I love your writing. It's amazing! If you haven't done so already, I'd like to hear your advice or tips on sentence flow and how to transition between character thoughts and whatnot (just flow in general) because I feel like that's what I struggle with when it comes to writing for me.

I am assuming that you mean transitioning from dialogue/commentary to exposition paragraphs? that's what I'll go with pls tell me if I'm wrong!!!

lemme write an example:

'she'd never seen such a magnificent flower before - the petals were a silvery velvet that glistened in the dawn sunlight. It reminded her of her mother's skirts. A sense of warm nostalgia swept over her at the memory of the flowing fabric that swayed around Mother's ankles.

the rest of the field contained similarly beautiful flora, varying in size from thimble to elephant ear.'

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The pink is a character opinion/thought, and the white is the exposition and objective description. when a paragraph is narrated by a character, it reads best to mix them together. When you chunk it like this:

'she'd never seen such a magnificent flower before. It reminded her of her mother's skirts. A sense of warm nostalgia swept over her at the memory of the flowing fabric that swayed around Mother's ankles.

the petals were a silvery velvet that glistened in the dawn sunlight. the rest of the field contained similarly beautiful flora, varying in size from thimble to elephant ear.'

and the expo/narration are kept separate, it's harder to visualize the connection between observation and the reactive thought.

tip 1: keep similar sentences together.

In the above example, I grouped the character's observation of the flower together with the actual description of it.

After, I grouped the memory of the mother's skirts with the emotion.

Finally, the next paragraph was still describing the foliage (aka tying in the initial description), though removed from the narration and still progresses throughout the scene.

does that make sense?

no?

lemme try again guys I got this.

When you transition from 'thought' to 'sight', it might look a little daunting. you'd think "gee I just spent an entire page describing an intense traumatic mental spiral. how do I transition to writing about the room they're in?"

Pick the similar attributes. The middle of the Venn diagram. Okay, character is having a panic attack. It's intense, it's descriptive, there's a lot of inner dialogue. Now, we have to describe the aftermath in relation to the state of the bedroom.

pull them out slowly. If a character is deep in reverie, describe the room how it feels to them. This is a slow transition out of 'me my mine everything about my opinion' description, to 'this is how it is cold turkey' description (plot development).

Example:

(panic attack, oh my god we're dying the world is ending I can't breathe help aahhh)

he shivered. The floorboards had grown cold since the episode started. A cool breeze slithered through the room, chilling him further. leftover adrenaline raised gooseflesh on his arms.

This is entirely objective. no opinion was inserted, but there was the stimulus and physical reaction to the surroundings. this still draws in the character-focused analysis without getting stuck in his head.

2. great sentences think alike. I sometimes feel that my transitions are chunky and not very smooth. Pick common themes to tie them together. "Oh okay, her skirt is blue, it's blue like cornflowers, cornflowers were anna's favorite, now i'm thinking of anna, she'd love it here. where is here? here is in a farmhouse kitchen with...." boom. I made a domino effect from the starting description (blue skirt) to the final destination/scene progression (farmhouse desc).

3. know when you've beat the dead horse. If you've been circling the drain over one thought or milked all the setting adjectives possible for one area, move on. when a scene/dialogue is sufficiently described, the readers are ready for a break.

does that help a little bit?

there was a second part to the request, right? sentence flow? cool beans.

Sentence flow is actually a really cool concept that if you master, you can add so much depth to your writing (i'll def make a part 2 post, stay tuned!).

If you structure a sentence really long and fast without the punctuation and it's just going and going and going oh no-

you start to feel anxious, right? when's it gonna end? what's the kicker? the tension is building and building....

Sentences are short. thin, staccato. not a lot of meat. no meat, maybe. just. bare. bones.

punching, intense, hard thoughts. a shocking discovery, your character doesn't have the processing capacity to think eloquently.

maybe they disobey grammar rules. fuck grammar rules. don't actually tho because you guys lowkey suck at grammar and i'm angry. no don't point out my bad punctuation i'm the teacher here.

point is, the flow of the sentence dictates the reaction. Shakespeare uses this with meter. when the meter is disrupted, it means something bad has happened. In Romeo and Juliet, every time a lie is told, the meter shifts out of iambic pentameter. it's like a 'heads up, something's wrong' to the audience.

USE THIS!!

also - read your story out loud. writers have a tendency to write how they talk. I am a comma fiend because I go off on so many anecdotes I pause all the time while I talk. When I read it out loud and take the necessary pauses though, I want to vomit.

If it's smut I can see how this might be hard for you, but another good idea is to hit hard the grammar rules. If there's a bunch of commas - read the sentence and enunciate the commas. that's how it will read to your audience.

common problems with sentence flow.

feeling long and heavy. if you're describing the action and you feel like you're being swamped in adverbs, take a look at your passive and active voice. passive: "The ball was kicked by Anna." active: "Anna kicked the ball." if your sentences are long and dragged down with adverbs, you're probably really passive.

too much information, not enough words. Thesaurus!! if you've been puzzling over a paragraph and it turns out all you needed were some synonyms, pull out a thesaurus! and a dictionary because remember: similar is not the same. just because a word has similar meanings doesn't mean there aren't special addendums to each.

lost in the sauce. where are we? what's happening? who are you? i'm hungry. too many succulent words! your sentences so big backed they out-backed Outback. long, frivolous words and ten-mile high stacks of adjectives only work sometimes and infrequently. otherwise you spend so much time describing the thing, we forget what the thing actually is.

losing the motivator. why are you writing this sentence/paragraph? what purpose is it supposed to be serving? keep that in mind so you don't lose track and if you do, it'll be easier to get back on it.

repetitive meter. the sentences follow the same pattern, like this one. almost like they're in a loop, circling forever. there's no escaping, you'll like read this till you die.

did you see the pattern? it starts to make you dizzy after a while, doesn't it? This is a common problem and fairly easy to break out of. Just chop up the sentences and glue them together.

*ahem* like so:

The sentences follow the same pattern, like this one. Almost like they're circling in a loop forever. There's no escaping. You'll read like this till you die.

same words, with some added/subtracted punctuation. If that doesn't work, rearrange the order, add in some new verbs or adjectives, maybe add a few filler sentences to space the pattern out.

that's all folks, i hope that answered your question, if not feel free to say so! I'm not offended.

xox keep writing!

[thebest-medicine]

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Prompt 70 - “Wait, not there - anywhere but there!”

Prompt 55 - “Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”

A/N: these went well together with the way I took this story so… combined them! enjoy some lee!midoriya ler!Bakugo cuteness ;)

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“Wait! No! Not there!” Izuku gasped, power pulsing along his body as his quirk started to activate in a flustered panic. His legs shifted back and forth, side to side, trying to squirm his way out from under the weight of- “Kacchan! Please! A-Anywhere but there!” He didn’t push back fully yet, not with OFA at least. Conflicted but nervous, he tried reason.

“Ha, no chance! If that’s how you’re gonna be.. It’s this spot. All day. You’re not getting out of this.” Bakugo smirked down at him, wrestling his arms off to one side.

He brought one hand back down to menace the air above Izuku’s hip.

“Mmmnnn—” Izuku whimpered, trying to think, biting his lip anxiously. “Please! I’ll—” His eyes darted, taking everything in. “I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Begging, already?” Bakugo snickered. “Sounds good to me. You know how much I love it when you beg. Maybe that’s what I want.”

Izuku let out a whining cry, resigning himself to the inevitable upcoming tickling. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his heels into the carpet.

“Really? Nothing to say now?” Katsuki leaned in close, whispering smugly. “Out here putting on a whole show, begging and crying! And then you’re just gonna give up and let me tickle the crap out of you without a fight?” He scratched two fingers along Izuku’s hip bone, drawing a startled gasp of a laugh. “You dork.” Bakugo scolded affectionately. “You like this, don’t you?”

Midoriya shook his head, almost frantic. “N-No! I—” A little anticipatory giggle slipped out. “I- heheh- I don’t! Nohot whehehen you- hee! Ahaha not thehehere!”

Bakugo watched him with a hungry affection. He pinched at Izuku’s hip gently just to watch his body jolt each time. “Just this little, stupid spot.” He observed softly.

“NohohoHOHO! KacchahahaHAHAN!” Izuku squealed, scrunching his face into his shoulder just before where Katsuki has both of his arms pinned.

“No?! Still on that, huh? Okay. How about this little spot instead?” Bakugo teased, and Midoriya almost sighed in relief before he felt the fingers reappear on his opposite hip and repeat the motion.

“PleheheHEHEASE!” Deku cried.

“Well, which is it? This spot? Or the other side?” Bakugo asked, quickly switching between each of his hips and sending Izuku into a swirling panic of loud laughter.

“Or what about…” Bakugo began. “Both at once!” He shouted, dropping his hold on Izuku. Izuku flailed under him, clawing to get away unsuccessfully— though if he put his power into it, it wouldn’t be hard at all. Through his squirming and Katsuki’s determined fingers, all Midoriya managed to do was roll onto his stomach. Bakugo grinned, then reached forward to squeeze both hips at once.

Izuku screamed into the carpet, kicking and trying to push away or protect himself with his arms. He was uncoordinated jelly in this state, though —exactly the point to which Katsuki liked to get him.

“YEEHEEHEEEE PLEHEHEHEHEEASE! AAHHH! KAAAAACCHAN!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter.

“I’ll stop when I get sick of hearing you laugh.”

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

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[read this & further MHA drabbles on ao3]

[toru-saynomoree]

OMFG AAAHHHHHHHH YALL PLEASE WATCH THIS IS SO FCKFING AMAZING

Yeppie!! Swap AU!Toruboss

Diavolo is a rock human who is much more resistant than the common, the problem? He is the unluckiest being

"Ah! Boss? What happened to your hair?" "It caught fire"

Torru, A nurse who works in a hospital that is a front for the mafia, he takes care of things behind the scenes

People always think he's younger than he actually is.

(It's not related to this AU but I don't know when I'll have the opportunity to show it.)

Fanchild🤷‍♂️

Don't ask me how he was born and why he's still alive (Diavolo wouldn't let but leave it down🤫)

Animal Cannibal wears a dog "mask", the front teeth are specific to hide the real teeth, I think of them as having a weird personality, like uqueny valley?

His ability would be to mimic voices/bodys/personalitys, they would just need Angel or themselves to have heard/see it.

and they eat people when them are angry with Angel

Literalmente oque aconteceria se ele fosse canon:

(imagine that there are Animal Cannibal in the trash too, I forgot about them–)

@tooru-avispa007 (I hope you didn't get expectation about this🤕)

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 161 spoilers with thoughts below the cut u know the drill

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THIS IS MY FAVORITE PANEL OF JAVIER EVER. IN THE ENTIRE MANHWA IM LOSING MY MIND HAHAHAHAHAHA

HE JUST LOOKS SO FUCKING UNHINGED I DIDNT EXPECT IT AT ALL HHAHAHAHAHAAAA

anywayy back to the top

honestly maybe i shouldve seen the fact that his own singing would fuck him up coming LMAO

their matching dazed expressions when they both realize PLEASSEE LOL

raphael also calls the start of his singing demonic sounding lmao

and then they start fighting again and JESUS holy shit they're so overpowered this is so cool to watch and also as i was reading i was VERY scared for javier

genuinely i really really love whenever they draw action scenes they look very cool while also not being terribly hard to follow i like that

like oh my god?? he's swinging that hammer around like its nothing its very very terrifying, esp cause its been a while since javier has fought something thats his match yknow, or at least it feels that way

AND THEN. THE LEADUP INTO THE NEXT SCENE IM LOSING MY MIND JAVIER YOU SCHEMER

the feigning being down and then the peek and the slow getting up im giggling so so bad AND THEN

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA JAVIER YOU CLEVER ASSHOLE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

like i knew that line raphael said about how the halo would continue protecting him so long as he's pure and just or whatever would come into play BUT I DIDNT THINK JAVIER WOULD BE THE ONE TO DO IT SO DIRECTLY TOO HAHAHAHAAA he's learned so much from lloyd <3 LOL

i also think its interesting that the halo keeps track of this with like points or smth, not much to say about it i just think its an interesting gear; the ultimate defensive tech but it's based on how "good" you are thats just really interesting to me hehe

ALSO ALSO i think it's really really silly funny that raphael was this very intimidating and menacing figure that was super scary right up until the moment javier played dirty and then the moment that happened that image/vibe immediately crumbled WAHHAHA he's just a silly guy and the halo does the work i like him a lot

i really like these panels of them being evenly matched, raphael is still holding his own even with a penalty like that, their expressions here are really good too its so tense,,,

AND THEN LLOYD BEGGING THEM TO STOPP AAHHH

AGHHGHGHHGHGH AAAHH JAVIER STARING WIDE-EYED AT LLOYD IM CURLING AND SHRIVELED ON THE FLOOR

like okay i know lloyd is scheming or whatever. but my heart wants to believe that some part of this was very real okay . let me cope let me believe this . one cannot act/lie effectively without some of it being real. RIGHT???

AND THEN WHEN THE POPUPS APPEARED I STARTED SHOUTING OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABT THE RP SYSTEM IM SO. LLOYD YOU BRILLIANT MOTHERFUCKER YOUUU

HE CAN JUST SKIP THE PROCESS AND THEN BECOME A SWORDMASTER HE HASNT DONE THAT IN A LONG TIME OHHHH MY GOD

also. everyone else's bonus RP was +10. but only javier's bonus RP was +45. which could mean nothing.

WHAT DO I EVEN SAY ABOUT THAT LIKE. JAVIER WHAT YOU. WHAT. YOUUU im gonna lose it im gonna LOSE IT

top ten photos taken moments before disaster HE LOOKS SO EVIL THE ART HERE IS SO GOOD HAHAHAHA OHH MY GOD

and how he says "YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS" ohhh lloyd you asshole you i love you so much

THIS PANEL TOO LIKE WOW THE FUCKING EFFECTS THIS IS INSANE HE LOOKS SO FUCKING MENACING THE VIOLENT LINEART HES POWERING UP HIS SINGING OH MY GODDD HAHAHA

when i saw these panels i immediately thought of that one song from princess and the frog god i wish i could like tween or something itd be so cool to see This drawn to That

thats all i LOVED this ep i had so much fun RAPHAEL JAVIER LLOYD FIGHT PART THREE NEXT WEEK HERE WE GO

[srbachchan]

DAY 5916

Jalsa, Mumbai Apr 29, 2024 Mon 10:13 PM

🪔.. April 29 .. birthday greetings to Ef Pawan Kumar .. and Ef Raj (The Noble Master) .. ❤️🙏🏻🚩

🪔 .. April 30 .. birthday greetings to Ef Shatha Jarrar .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

💐 .. Wedding anniversary greetings to Ef Madhvi .. for April 30 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

What to see and what to 'see' ... a difference ..

You may go to a known place to see , but do you actually 'see' ..

Often you go to see the place to be able to say you saw the place .. but never did understand the 'see'

Poets, scientists, philosophers when they 'see' , the brightening in their eyes conveys the 'see' .. that 'see' is never found in the eyes of the others that went to see ..

What could possibly be the inspiration for them that went to see .. they visit, move about its circumference or its periphery and come away ..

There is an 'art' to be able to enjoy 'art' .. 'The art of appreciation' .. something that is achieved through education and research ..

When the one that truly understand art stands before it, that is when 'वो अपने को मुक्त रूप से उघारती है' .. it frees us of our self ..

( or if there are other Hindi knowledged to explain that sentence ) ..

It will be wrong to say that art is available to all in similar vein ..' केवल अधिकारी उसको देखता पाता उसका रस लेता' one that is entitled to authority can enjoy its true elixir .. 'उसका रस लेता है' ..

And no .. this is not the mind of your Blogomaesrta .. it be his Babuji's .. from his Diary of the years he spent in Cambridge for his PhD ..

'प्रवास की डायरी' .. a diary written on a journey away from home ..

The prolific standard and mind and nature of Babuji is beyond understanding and acclaim ..

2 years to finish with honour and recognition a PhD in English Literature on a dissertation that read 'WB Yeats and Occultism' .. Yeats the famous Irish poet .. and while there in Cambridge wrote about 200 poems in Hindi and a Diary every day .. now in print along with his other encyclopedic work called 'Pravas ki Diary' ..

The expressions and thoughts on art be a small mention on one of the pages of the Diary, when he talks of the visit of some of his friends from India on a visit to England who wished to see Cambridge .. and their reactions on the time when he took them to see some of the renowned Universities of the land .. they saw, to be able to say they saw Cambridge .. but never understood the depth of the visits to these prolific educational institutions , nor bothered to stand on its grounds to breathe the air of the enlightened minds that erupted from there ...

Each page of his works, his writing his paragraphs his elaborate philosophical poetic vision, are not seeking reward or award .. they elucidate that which you and me and many others like me may never have thought or desired ..

Reward and Award .. !!!???

AAHHH .. someday they shall be written about here, on my impressions ..

BUT NO !

perhaps never .. it would be too autobiographical ..

Self aggrandizement be something that I run away from ..

why ?

When there are such prolific stratospheric human minds to fill the pages with the letter 'I' .. who am i .. it be a deliberate low case 'i' and not a typo ..

I have no 'i' ..

My love

Amitabh Bachchan

.. the mind that researched and designed the prolific structures, above, albeit in imagination, were beyond the thinking and power of the minute human figure that is seen in the drawing ..

ab

[genericpuff]

Omg hiiii, I absolutely love Rekindled! You're so talented, and the story you're making for Persephone is so intriguing! A lot more than whatever trashfire Lore Olympus has become.

That being said, what was the moment you stopped liking LO Persephone? Have you always disliked her, or was it gradual? Or just a specific moment that made you go "yeaaaaah.. she's not it ;-;"

(And bonus question if I can ask, but how do you draw hands?? I hate them with a passion, but unfortunately hands are pretty necessary T^T)

aahhh thank you so much!!!

honestly, I was a pretty big fan of LO up until the trial arc. Like, you've all seen me hate this comic with a fiery passion, but the only reason I'm able to do that is because before I hated this comic, I loooved this comic. I'd literally be counting down the hours until new updates, I loved the art, and I was too smitten by the appeal of the series to notice its writing problems, I just loved the romantic drama and the H x P ship, and yes, I loved Persephone, I loved her design, her personality, and I felt so 'seen' by her struggles, both with her trying to pave a path for herself and the SA plotline. I was even (regrettably) one of those people who would lurk in the antiLO tags and think "wow, these people are dumb, can't they see how brilliantly written this is ?? they're nitpicking!"

But then the trial arc happened which involved writing a plot that didn't put the romance front and center anymore - now that Rachel had to actually write something complex and logic-driven, the blinders started to fall off and I went wait... maybe Rachel doesn't know what she's doing. Persephone choosing her own lawyer? And it's Hades, one of the judges? Why are they suddenly establishing Thanatos as Hades' adoptive son? I'm not a lawyer, but I know that's not how any of this works and it really tipped me off that something was amiss, that Persephone was having all of her solutions conveniently handed to her on a platter and all of the other characters were suddenly being made to look like assholes just to make Hades and Persephone the heroes.

And then... Eris happened.

See, one of the things I loved most in the story was Persephone's character arc concerning the Act of Wrath. I write stories about characters with dark "personas" all of the time. So it was something I had frame of reference for, I really loved the premise of Persephone earning her name through this act of violence and while it was dashed with the opening of S2 revealing it was "all an accident", I was excited to see how the trial arc would bring about new information and confirm who was telling the truth about what "really happened" with the Act of Wrath. If the courtroom drama wasn't gonna be realistic, I could at least hope for some good 'OBJECTION!' reveal that would finally put to rest once and for all what really happened, and maybe Kore would finally embrace this 'dark side' she had.

So for the actual twist to suddenly reveal itself as... 'actually, this one goddess we've never mentioned before blessed you with wrath. why? idk she just did. anyways she's the reason you have wrath and that's what made you commit the act of wrath. problem solved.'

And that was where the twisting of 'faith' happened. When I went through the subconscious realization of , "Oh no, Rachel doesn't know what she's doing and it took me this long to notice. Oh no, maybe those antiLO freaks had a point-"

That said, there was a glimmer of hope in the midseason finale. Persephone was sentenced to remain in the Mortal Realm to carry out her mother's duties and I thought, "great! This will be Persephone's Rocky moment! She'll have to prove herself without the help of Demeter or Hades! This is gonna be awesome!!" During the hiatus, I was VERY excited to see where the story was going, I still had so much hope and I figured the mishandling of the trial arc was just a bump in the road. The series was still good, it was just going through a rough patch, these things happen.

And then it came back and it all went downhill from there. There was a 10 year time skip with very little insight as to what happened. Minthe and Daphne were just suddenly back to normal. They were referencing some food shortage or terrible event that happened during Persephone's reign that they never explained in explicit detail. And now, all of a sudden, Persephone was just returning to the Underworld, where Kronos had suddenly taken over. I had cautious optimism but throughout it, I was really seeing the cracks that were already forming opening wide. A lot of what I had to say wasn't positive anymore, I literally couldn't understand what the reasoning was behind these writing decisions and I couldn't find myself rooting for Persephone anymore, everything just seemed to convenient and easy for her to make her seem like the "strong and confident" character the comic claimed her to be.

The S2 finale was my breaking point and I think it was for a lot of other people too. That was pretty much where my 'transformation' from passionate stan to passionate critic happened, and it happened alongside the creation of the UnpopularLoreOlympus subreddit which would become my new 'home' within the community. After seeing how much the story had gone downhill, it made me realize in hindsight just how awful and one-note Persephone is, how she really never cared about anyone but herself and Hades, how her mother did, actually, have a point about her being practically groomed into a relationship with a billionaire slave driver, how she was very intentionally drawn to look like a child in ways I couldn't believe I had never noticed before, the list of "awakenings" goes on. And it sucked! It sucked to have that realization that the thing I loved wasn't just imperfect, but incredibly problematic in its writing and art choices. And just like when I loved the comic, I couldn't just let go of it, I had to understand to some degree why this happened.

It happened because Persephone was always being written as a one-note, easy to project onto self-insert character. A Wattpad protagonist. Not an actual representation of the Goddess of Spring, but a blank slate for the creator and the fans to imagine themselves as purely for the power fantasy of hooking up with a rich and abusive guy.

That was when I made my first piece of LO art intended to be an 'edit' - a redraw of Persephone's rebirth as the Dread Queen from the S2 finale, an ode to the Persephone I was hoping to see but never got. The rest from there is history.

I know I'm being SUPER dramatic about it but this was literally how it felt to go through the realization that this comic - and its characters - wasn't as good as I thought it was, and I think that's a sentiment that's shared by a lot of the 'haters' in this community. LO was a big part of my life and even some of my friendships with people, so when it went downhill, it felt like such a hit to the gut. It's still a big part of my life, albeit in the opposite direction, but I still wonder sometimes over the "what ifs", what if the series hadn't turned out this way? What if I had never realized its flaws? Rekindled is basically a love letter to those what ifs, satisfying the feelings I never got to keep with LO, and giving me a reason to count down the hours on Saturday nights again. I'm glad it's made that same impact for others, too <3

[shinayashipper]

“It’s beautiful,” Yugi finally said, unable to not smile at the way Ryou beamed at him. “I really, really do like it. If- if I do start streaming, I’d be happy to use it.”

Hitbox, Headshot by @semi-jpg ( bruhkakke on AO3) - Chapter 1 FANART

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I read this very fun and entertaining Puzzleshipping fic with them being game streamers!! I've been rereading them and rereading... and got Delirious so I NEEDED to Make Something for it UWAGH, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THIS!!!

This is an AU where they're game streamers! Atem is a pro gamer and Yugi's his fan. After some ~Events~ Yugi decided to be a streamer too but he's using an avatar (Vtuber) because he didn't want to show his face. His friends prepared everything for him! Yugi thought it's gonna be potato-shaped but they gave him a super Gorgeous elf <3

I didn't draw Atem in the fanart but this is a Puzzleshipping fic! I just found this scene of Ryou showing Yugi his vtuber very heartwarming! And I'm adding some of Yugi's existential crisis in there because CHAPTER 2 IS MAKING ME GO CRAZYYY AAAHH UWAAGHHH

I hope you like this, Ryan! Sorry if the vtuber model for Yugi didn't look like you envisioned...

Anyway some more gushings abt the fic under

maybe I'm just not in the Puzzle tag very much but this is the first time I read a streamer AU for them and it's SUPER FUN!! The idea of Ryou and Yugi being vtubers is sooo CUTE and you wrote their friendship really well AAHHH I LOVE YUGIOH I LOVE FRIENDSHIPPP!!!!!!!

Atem is such a sore loser but I'm not surprised if Kaiba's been in his circle for long HAHAH. What a gem!! You know I've been rereading the chapter 2 but specifically the part where Atem typed “Don’t think you’re that important.” IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT IT ALSO MADE ME SOOO EXCITED MY HEART DROPPED IM ON THE FLOOR!!!!!!!

Love all the characters' interaction in the fic, it sparks such Joy in me, Beloved! <3

pls do tell me if u wanted the fanarts removed or something, take care & stay safe!!

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 71

Third POV

Something within Jeff feels off. Sure, he rarely gets this dangerously drunk - but even so, he still has control over his strength. He never feels this sluggish, this feverish. He feels someone's weight against them, the smell of blood & sugary perfume making him gag. He feels them invading his mouth, touching him in places that would earn someone ,other than Eboni, to lose their fingers.

He knows this isn't Eboni. She'd never wear perfume this sugary. She's a fan of fruity, flowery scents like strawberries or lilacs - not cotton candy or vanilla. In fact, those are her two most hated scents. It always makes her gag. So...if this person isn't Eboni, then who the hell is it?

He blinks his eyes, trying to fight the heaviness of his eyelids & dizziness of his sight. Jeff needs to see, he needs to see who'll be getting a knife sliced across their throats. But he can't. So he tries to shove them off, his arms feeling like jello. No....there's no way someone was stupid enough to spike his drink.

Not only would they be in a world of hell the next day, but Slenderman would kill them on the spot. Drugging other proxies is strictly prohibited. So once he feels their soft yet icy hands travel up his hoodie, his jumbled mind is able to piece together who is behind this.

"N...Nina?" He slurs.

"You finally noticed me, Jeff. Aahhh, this feels nice, right? My hands all over you..."

Jeff chuckles, his words still slurring. "Sh...she'll...end your pa..path..pathetic life.."

Her face drops, making her dig her nails into his side- drawing a bit of blood. "I'm faster, smarter, and prettier than her. You know I'm better for you than she is!"

"Ugh... you smell s-so...gross... gonna barf." He mumbles, gagging in between his words.

Nina gasp, leaning up to bite his neck harshly - drawing blood. "I do not! I smell better than her, too!"

Jeff doesn't respond, still trying to pry this obsessed girl off of him. He feels so disgusting. The only woman allowed to touch him like this is Eboni. He's not even hard. Maybe it's the drugs in his system, or the overwhelming alcohol in his system, or even the profuse of sugary scent - either way, his body is fully rejecting Nina.

And that hurts her. Even in his drugged out state, she'd still have to force him to accpet her. She licks the blood from his neck, savoring this taste & closeness that is Jeff the killer. Why can't he just choose the better option?

"I know you, Jeff. I know everything about you. I know your background. I gave up everything just for you to notice me! So please...just please say you love me..." she begs, tears filling her eyes. She's losing her edge to continue taking advantage of him in this state.

The male grins, body fully slumped against the wall. He opens his eyes, sapphire pupils dilating. "Th..the only person...I give...t..two shits about is E...Eboni Brown.....my girl."

It's then that Eboni storms over, yanking Nina off and punching her straight in the nose. Nina was about to swing, but Kate grabs her- holding her back. Jeff still can't fully register what just happened. He blinks a few times, the sweet scent of strawberries filling his nose. He hums, leaning forward onto Eboni.

"I'm..s...sor..sorry..." he whispers, hoping she wouldn't blame this on him.

Eboni is shaking with so much rage. Not only is the music & flashing lights triggering her, but seeing her partner drugged out of his mind is pushing her over the edge. But the sight of his lopsided grin is enough to calm her nerves.

"Don't... I know it isn't your fault." She whispers to him, glaring at the lipstick smudges all over his face.

Her eyes snap over to Nina, who is shouting many curses at the girl. Most of the party goers turn their attention to the commotion, BEN going as far as to take out his phone to record it. Eboni pushes Jeff gently against the wall to help balance him out. She turns her attention to Nina, placing a hand on her hip.

"Wow....you got so desperate that you went as far as to drug him. Seriously? You honestly thought after you had your way with him that he'll magically fall for you? Sorry not sorry, but your pussy isn't all that special."

A few proxies struggle to hold back their laughs while others don't bother, laughing loudly. Nina tries to pull herself away from Kate, but the masked killer is overpowering her.

"Yes! Yes, it's supposed to go that way! I gave my life up for him first! I did whatever I could to make him fall for me! Then you come out of nowhere and he suddenly loves you!? That's not fair! THAT'S NOT FAIR!"

Eboni pitches the bridge of her nose, letting a breathy laugh slip. "Damn, you're coo coo for coco puffs. Clearly, you don't know Jeff well enough to devote your life to hi-

"Yes, I do! I know everything about Jeff! His birthday, his favorite food, his favorite drink! I KNOW EVERYTHING!"

"Girl, that's literally just the basics. Anyone can find out his birthday through a google search. He's been at this mansion for years now. Of course, a few of you would figure out what he likes to eat and drink. But he's the kicker, you know nothing about his personal life."

"Yes I do you bitch!" Nina argues.

"Really now? Alright then, how did he get those scars on his face?"

"He did those himself after being lit on fire!"

"Lit on fire...by who?"

"Spencer and his group of bullies! They cornered him at the party and poured bleach on him, then set him on fire!" Nina states matter of factly.

No one truly knows Jeff's origin. He kept any and all things personal from everyone. Slenderman was the only one who knew the truth, but then Eboni came along. In his eyes, she's worthy enough to know why he became this version of Jeffery Mason. Eboni shakes her head, glancing back at Jeff. EJ had given him a glass of water and two pills to help drown out the drugs in his system. The smiling killer looks at his girl, nodding his head- giving her the say so to spill the beans.

"....did you happen to read Jeff's story on some random subreddit?"

Nina tenses, eyes widening. "... it wasn't a random subreddit!"

"Right right, sure - I read that story, too. Interesting read if you ask me, but there were too many plot holes in that story. I knew it wasn't real. So, instead of believing the first thing I read, I did a bit of digging. I'm no hacker, but I found a few more details about Jeff the Killer. Did you know he was locked away in a mental institution? The same one as Toby, in fact. Did you know there was never a party? No, the party would've just been him with his little brother and a bit of Jack Daniel's. But Jeff was jumped by gang members that he stole from. What was stolen, a knife since his was taken by the principal. Also, Jeff's skin has always been this ghostly. Why? He has albanism. I'm sure you're smart enough to at least know what that is. If not- you know how to function google. Jeff DID NOT carve his own face. Jeff WAS NOT set on fire by Spencer, but by the same gang member that craved his face - and it wasn't bleach that he used. It was the alcohol Jeff had on him. Also... I should point out that Jeff doesn't have blue eyes - clearly, you know that. And he has his eyelids."

Nina is taken aback by this information as well as all of the proxies, including BEN & EJ. "N...no...that's not true! None of that was online!"

"No shit. The town kept all trances of Jeff strictly classified. The only information I came across besides that subreddit was information on his time at the mental institution. Everything else, he told me. He trusts me. So not only did you fuck up your face over a fake origin story, but you also threw your perfect life out the window." Eboni grins, walking closer to Nina.

"No..N-No my life was hell! I hated it!"

"Be-fucking-for real Nina. I did a bit of research on you as well. Nina Hopkins, a girl with a bright future destroyed by an obsession over the notorious serial killer, Jeff the killer. Nina had loving friends, popular at school, a loving family with two actively involved parents and a cute little brother. But suddenly, all of that changed after a few years of Jeff's debut. You still loved your life, your friends, and your family- but your obsession was stronger. So you finally decided to only love Jeff, to look like Jeff - to be like Jeff - to become Jeff. So you read that subreddit one more time. You destroyed your face, rushed to the hospital, and returned home afterward to finish the job. Then you killed your family and went on to kill your closest friends. How did detectives figure out your motives? The only tab left open on your internet browser was that wack ass subreddit. So Nina, still think Jeff could fall for a gullible, naive, waste of space like you?"

Nina, at this point, is a sobbing mess, cheeks red from embarrassment. None knew Nina's story, either, only her weird obsession for Jeff. The only two that knew Nina's story were Jane & Clockwork. Those two have been in the background, watching this whole time. They both share a look and move closer to be near Nina to comfort her.

"You never stood a chance. What were you saying before? That you're prettier than me? Better than me? The delusion is so deep with you, huh? Also, I should point out that the one thing I have that you never will is -" Eboni motions to her skin littered in white splotches that Jeff always found unique & alluring, "a little melanin."

Nina shakes her head, falling to her knees as she looks at Jeff - crawling towards him. "Please...Jeff please...j-just be with me! Love me!"

Eboni rolls her eyes, moving in front of Jeff. "Such a pick me girl." She laughs, moving onto her knees and pressing her cheek against Jeff's crotch. "Do I need to suck him off in front of you for you to finally get it? Do you need to hear him moan my name while fucking my mouth raw for you to understand? Do you need to witness him cumming down my throat for it to become clear to you that Jeff is mine? He wouldn't mind putting on a show for not only you, but everyone here." Eboni looks up at the killer with doe eyes & a playful pout. "Right daddy?"

Jeff instantly gets hard. The pills EJ gave him kicking in - and the water sobering him up just a bit. He grips her hair, pulling her in closer to his boner. "Hell yeah, princess."

Jane & Clocker reach Nina, picking up the girl and drags her away- glaring daggers at the two. Eboni and Jeff only grin in return. There is nothing better than mentally destroying someone. A beating just wouldn't be enough with Nina. She'd enjoy it for the soul fact Eboni would be sent back to the white room. Unfortunately for Nina, Eboni knew better than to unleash her rage like she did with Taylor.

Eboni & Jeff are now in their own world, Jeff undoing his zipper and about to whip it out- but Kate quickly steps in. "Take those indecent actions to a more private location. The events of tonight will be reported to Slenderman. Nina will be punished for her actions. So leave."

Jeff scoffs, about to tell Kate off, but Eboni stands- grabbing his hand and dragging him away. Eboni carefully drags Jeff up the stores to his room. She opens the door, smile dog still downstairs with Sally & Laughing Jack. She pulls him in, closing the door, and locks it behind herself. Eboni gently pushes Jeff against his bedroom door, showering him in kisses.

"Damn princess...you destroyed that bitch..."

"Mhm, she won't bother us anymore, I'm sure of it." She grins, dropping to her knees again.

"A..Are you..sure you wanna -"

"I've been aching for a taste....please Jeff." She begs, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

The smiling killer chuckles, grabbing the back of her head, and forces her forward. "That punishment...really fucked with you huh?"

Eboni answers by undoing the rest of his zipper with her teeth and pulls his boxers down just enough for his length to slap her on her cheek. Eboni raises her hand to try and wrap around his shaft, but Jeff stops her, looking down at her with that same lopsided smirk as before.

"No hands. Show just how much you've been aching for this. If I see your hands anywhere else but on your lap or my thighs, I'm punishing you again. Understand princess?"

"Yes, Daddy..." she whispers breathlessly.

"Good girl, now get to work. It ain't gonna suck itself."

Eboni waste no time taking in as much of his length into her mouth as she can. Jeff's breathing hitches, his smile stretching. "Oh come on, princess, you can do better than that - ooohhhhh fuck~ there you gooo!" He moans loudly after shoving her head further down his shaft.

The girl gags, eyes beginning to water as he continues to slame his tip at the back of her throat. The feeling of her throat constructing with each gag sends the killer into a groaning, slurring mess of words.

"Yeah...oh fuck yes~ shit Eboni...keep working that tongue. You're doing soooo good!"

Eboni would rub her tongue against his urethral opening & the scrotum in between his rough thrusts. A few times, Jeff would yank her hair back, forcing her to only focus on his tip and making her lick against the bulging veins aligning his shaft. The image of her drool slipping down her chin, the rosy tent along her cheeks, the high look in her eyes when he'd shove himself down her throat, the moans and whines slipping her lips when he'd pull himself out completely. All of these factors are bringing him further and further towards the edge.

He heaves, chest rising and falling rapidly. "Gonna....oh fuck you're gonna make me cum- that's what you want huh? Poor little kitty's been dying for a drink."

Eboni response with a long moan, sticking her tongue out for snick a lick of his scrotum - hollowing out her cheeks. The sudden vibrations from her moan, the tightness of her throat, and the lick to his balls to enough to make him crumble against his door- using both hands to keep her head still as he fills her mouth with his release.

"Swallow it! Take it all... yeah, drink it down - fuuuuuuuuuck! Eboni~"

Eboni drinks every last drop, still sucking whatever may be left out of him. Jeff shudders, quickly pulling her away once he feels her sucking to aggressively. He yanks her up by her hair, forcing her mouth open. He grins, catching a bit of cum rolling down her chin with his fingers- forcing them in her mouth.

"That was so good, princess. You did so fucking good. Now, let's start a party of our o-"

Jeff pauses, pulls his fingers out, and covers his mouth. He sidesteps Eboni, rushing to his bathroom as best as he can - trying not to stumble. He forces the door open and drops in front of the toilet. He lifts the sit and vomits.

Eboni shakes herself out of her dickmatized state and rushes to his aid. She pulls his hair back, rubbing soothing circles against his back. He lifts his head up to speak but throws it down to puke some more. Once he feels everything came up, he slowly lifts his head, looking at his girl.

"....what a way to kill the mood..huh?"

Eboni shakes her head, helping him stand. She lowers the toilet sit & lid, flushing the contents down. "No....I got what I wanted. So how about a shower and... some mouth wash." She giggles.

Jeff hums, stumbling to his sink and brushes his teeth as best as he can while Eboni prepares a bath, thinking it'll be safer than a shower. Once both are naked, they step into the tub, Jeff in the middle and laying against Eboni. She showers him with gentle kisses while gently washing him. Jeff offers to do that same, but she refuses due to his still drunken state. Once clean, they step out, Eboni drying Jeff off then herself. She guides him to his bed, helping him in some boxers. She dresses in one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed with him after quickly brushing her teeth.

Jeff moves to once again lay his head against Eboni's chest, quickly slipping into slumber thanks to the feeling of Eboni massaging his scalp. This is where Jeff believes he belongs. Nina never stood a chance against Eboni.

This is Jeff's safe place, his home. Right in Eboni's arms.

[birdies-aus]

Okie dokie sending it here because idk why I'm nervous I just is lol but okay okay

Hot nights and Wally a walking furnace and Kori and alien I headcanon also overheats hence her outfits showing a bit more skin, and in the middle poor Dick is suffering but will not leave Bec he literally can't Wally is a octopus of a cuddler in his sleep he's trapped lol

Catboy Dickie Bec like, it so cute and Kori being a cat girl both just ugh!! So the braiding each other hair and adding bells and bows and Wally feeling left out being so sad so they do it to him.

Yuri times, cute little picnic dates??? In cute dresses??? And they're having fun??? Pog

Butch Kori and femme fem Dick, idk what to do more than I like it, and vise versa too if you enjoy differents

Only au of mine I'll add is Mei Dick and Kori are besties in it and still talk after Dick sold his soul to Lucifer, they still have frequent hangouts in a field of flowers even tho it doesn't exist anymore on earth, that's not a prompt tho just thought I tell ya because I'm rambling ahhhhhh

Protect the bird ^

And one angst prompt that been a fic in the making,,, Wally coming back from the mind trip of the speed force having to tell himself he's still here, and when the panic attack is coming on he called Dick to talk but.... He's off planet and he's about to lose it needing to talk to someone to tell him he's not on the speed force this ain't a trick.

And last idea, this is an au of mine but works with vampire king or reg vampire, Dick refusing to drink blood because he doesn't want to hurt his love ones but his two favorite gingers are trying to make him drink something because he needs to feed!!!

Okie dokie I go idk why I was nervous idk brain is being weird but uh yeah

Have a cookie 🍪 for putting up with this lol

out of all of these ideas my hands have given u butch4femme yuri dickkori doodle sluggy.. i used my friends ipad 4 this and on a sidenote i rlly hate using procreate lol

ANYWYAS ON TO THE ITHER THINGS YOUVE DROPPED FOR ME (i might doodle things 4 u more later just god my hands have not been working recently lol)

ill do a read more so i dont annoy anyone with long posts

i lobe the idea of both wally and kori running warm which is really nice for dick who gets cold easily- unless its in the summer somewhere where it gets like 100° but he still would never give up being able to cuddle his favorite people no matter how warm it gets trust trust meeee

Wally just pouts at catboy n catgirl dick n kori n then hes pulled into thwir little self care pile and he gets a little make over two- WHICH THE AFTER MATH WILL DEFINITELY BE SOMETHING I DRAW ACTUALLYYYYTT that sounds so cuute itll be its own post ill tag u in tho

okok but like my yuri cowgirl au but kori kidnaps her girls sometimes to take them out on a picnic date outside of town n sometimes it turns into a little-

williows never to be trusted with horse riding/steering bc she trues to go as fast as possible (without hurtting or straining the horse ofc) btw

Its a very common sight to see kori or willow dragging robin somewhere after catching her in rope btw its do silly in my head- its how they make sure shes taking care of herself and not getting caught up in mystery shenanigans

Aahhh kori n dick in ur mei au making flowercrowns togetherr hehe

kori n wally being over protective over their favorite birdd ♡♡♡♡

CRYINNGGF AT U FOR THE ANGST yk dick would panic when he gets home and hears a worrying voicemail from wallyyyyy sluggy pleaseee

ALSOOOO thats my favorite trooe in vampires but BUT ALAOSOOOO if wallys still a speedster hes like the best canidate for dick to drink blood from bc the guy would be able to replenish his blood quicker than a normal human meaning dick would be ablw to actually be full sometimes which would be very niceeeee-

[happylandvn]

AAHHH i have so many questions 🥰 here are a few:

1. What do they sound like (any real voice references?)

2. What names would they like to be called both inside and outside nsfw activities? 👀 And what would they call their girlfriend?

3. What would they look like as humans? (Without the "make-up", etc)

4. I love Doe so much 😍😍 what are those branch like things on his *cute* butt? How would he look like with his hair down? Im so in love with Doe I- 😖🥺💖

5. What kind of activities would Doe like to do with his partner?

6. What would be Doe's reaction to a horror/comedy/romantic movies?

Im so sorry for all these questions, i really hope you have fun replying to these 🥺🥺

1. I actually haven't picked any yet. I tend to be picky with voices and neither of my clowns have the typical masculine ones.

2. Exe loves being called a slut and a whore. It means you find them scandalous. But if you're dating them, he'd like something lovey dovey outside the bedroom. Even something as simple as "honey" or "sweetheart" will make them giddy.

Doe melts at the mere thought of you using a sweet nickname on him. Anything that praises him will get him blushing and fumbling. A few good examples would be "my treasure," "my light," "dearest," and so on and so fort. In nsfw situations, the classic "good boy" or "pretty boy" can do wonders.

3. Maybe you'll find out in the game. They can take on many forms.

4. The branch like things stretch out from his front. I may draw his bare chest one of these days.

5. He'd love going on walks together, cooking together, maybe even cuddling while sharing a book or a magazine.

6. Horror movies would terrify him. Comedy he would find okay, but probably wouldn't get any laughs out of them. He'd find romantic movies sweet and sigh about how much more cruel and unfair reality is.