#i wrote this when i was sad (:

[a-williams17]

I’m sorry you are stuck with me

I’m sorry that you’re stuck with hands that are bloody and soaked

I’m sorry that you are stuck with skin this is scared and broken

I’m sorry you’re stuck with someone who’s broken

I’m sorry you’re stuck with someone cold and unforgiving

I’m sorry you’re stuck with someone who is sick

I’m sorry you’re stuck with someone who’s illness effects their every move

I’m sorry you’re stuck with me

I’m sorry for being me.

[therescomfortatthebottomofapool]

[iid-smile]

you've always been interested in how nanami was part danish. it was only a small percentage, but the genes were obviously strong, still standing two generations later. he wouldn't consider himself bilingual in the language, especially since he only knows a few words here and there. he can say hello, he can introduce himself, but that's about it. or that's what he lets on anyways.

his secret comes to light when you snuck up on him while he was moving furniture around the house.

you don't doubt his strength, and he's not all that clumsy to get hurt, but accidents can always happen. just a little bit of skin managed to get caught underneath a surface. you were close to approaching him, but at that moment, he had a small slip of the tongue.

"kraftedeme..." he mumbles under his breath. if there's one thing you know, what he said definitely wasn't anything nice.

you're not all that heartless to not check up on him before you investigate, looking at him with the most innocent expression you can pull off. "so... what does that mean?" this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. you've never heard him verbally swear, but for him to do it in a different language was even better.

usually, nanami knows when something's up, or when you're planning on teasing him, but this time he doesn't even know he's said anything out of the ordinary. "what does what mean?" he questions.

"cra- crafdeme... kraftdem..." you only had a barely audible sample to go off on, but it's already clear enough what you're trying to pronounce.

"don't say that, love." conflict runs over his features, clearly concerned over you picking up on his use of foul language. he's been way too confident in your lack of understanding. "you weren't supposed to hear that."

him avoiding your gaze was something he never did, unless it was under one condition. he's flustered. "why?" you try your best to stay within his line of sight, holding onto his hands so he can't escape or walk off anywhere. "just tell me what it means!"

he won't be able to leave until he tells you, and that's not going to happen for a long while. what a mess he's gotten himself into.

[greenisthecoloroftrees]

if i were given the chance to go back in time and make my parents' paths never cross, i would take it.

therefore, i wouldn't ruin their lives.

[choccy-milky]

how seb and clora get together in my fic 💕bc what better time and place to confess and share your first kiss than around a bunch of inferi + the dead body of a man you just killed?? 🥰💖

[flowerful-doodles]

Close enough, welcome back Sunset

[yeowangies]

Sweet disposition

PAIRING: Goku/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Established relationship, Overstimulation, slight angst and comfort WORDCOUNT: 1288

Summary:

You had been crying the night before Goku returned from training God knows where; had you known, you would have put some tea bags on your eyes, to try and hide the puffiness and redness around them.

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 5: OVERSTIMULATION

I refuse to elaborate on how i started writing this...

@actuallysaiyan

divider by @/saradika-graphics

You had been crying the night before Goku returned from training God knows where; had you known, you would have put some tea bags on your eyes, to try and hide the puffiness and redness around them.

Goku wasn’t as absentminded as people thought. 

The moment he walked through the threshold he looked at you with a slight frown and narrowed eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, and you momentarily thought that he wouldn’t comment on it.

“Why have you been crying?” Goku asked while you left some clean clothes for him to wear on the bed. 

And of course he was naked when you turned around. 

“What are you talking about?” You replied, looking at the ceiling to avoid staring at him. “Put on some clothes, please.”

“You know I can always tell when something’s wrong.” Goku commented casually, and you eyed him carefully when he took a few steps closer to you. “Did I do something? Was I gone for too long?”

“No, no, it’s not that. Put some clothes on.”

“Then what is it? Did something happen while I was gone?”

You sighed when he put a hand on your shoulder. Goku would not let it go, and while you hated talking about your feelings (as much as you encouraged him to do it with you), you made the effort for it anyway. Vulnerability had spooked you in the past, but knowing Goku for as long as you had, you knew you couldn’t be safer. 

“It’s no big deal,” You started, sitting on the bed and shutting your eyes again when he stood in front of you in all his naked glory. “I just had an uncomfortable conversation with a friend yesterday.”

“That can’t all be it if you ended up crying…”

“No, it’s not, but can you please put some clothes on!”

“Oh.” Goku laughed quietly, and you glanced at him as he grabbed his underwear and put it on. 

“Like I said, it’s no big deal,” You repeated once he sat down next to you, with his boxers on at least. “But… I got the sense that she can’t even stand me as a friend at all.”

“Why do you think that?”

“It was just the way she talked…” You sighed, embarrassed to be saying so much out loud. “She kinda joked about how boring I was, especially when it comes to… sex.”

You felt incredibly stupid for even telling those things to Goku of all people. Goku, who saved the world as a hobby, and traveled to so many planets that you didn’t even know existed. 

Though you couldn’t deny that it had touched a nerve to even consider that Goku might think of you as a boring person, a boring partner, in comparison to the marvelous things he had done and the powerful people he had met in his life. 

He might enjoy a more adventurous partner after all that.

“Boring?” Goku frowned, leaning closer to you and making you look him in the eye. “I don’t get it? Why did she say that?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t think you’re boring.”

“No?” You eyed him carefully. 

“No!” He beamed, wrapping an arm around you. “You’re the coolest person I know! I’m never bored when I’m with you!”

His genuine smile, the way his hand firmly held onto you, his wide eyed gaze fixed on you. Your heart fluttered because of the attention you were getting, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again. Goku wasn’t one to elaborate too much, though you knew he would keep talking if you let him; but his words were sincere, just like his affection.

You kissed him promptly and sweetly on the lips, giggling softly when he pressed you closer, not letting go of you even after you tried to pull away for air. 

“Boring in bed, she said?” Goku asked playfully, sneaking one hand around your waist. 

In the blink of an eye, he had unceremoniously thrown you on the bed, making you yelp as he swiftly got rid of most of your clothes, faster than you could ever imagine. 

“How would she know?” Goku asked again, amusement written all over his face, as if the mere idea of it was laughable. “I’m the only one who gets to see what you’re like!”

Pressing his lips against yours with a smile, he ground his hips against you, forcing you to part your legs. You moaned into the kiss as he purposely pressed his bulge against your core, the fabric of your underwear rubbing nicely against your clit. 

Goku sneaked his hand down your panties, reaching for your most sensitive parts, pressing his fingers against your already wet entrance without further delay. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you gasped when he easily slipped two fingers inside. 

“You’re always wet when I touch you.” He smiled against your lips, moving his fingers at a steady pace, making you moan.

You were always wet because you were easily turned on by Goku and his body and his touch and his sweet disposition. You couldn’t hide it and you didn’t even try; it would be pointless considering how easily affected you were by his presence. Even at that moment, when you were upset, he had managed to free your mind and make you focus on the pleasure he was giving you. 

The slick dripping down your hole as Goku pumped his fingers was making a mess on your panties but you couldn’t care less, not when he picked up the pace, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing it with purpose. 

You would have been embarrassed of how easy you reached your peak, but Goku was smiling against your cheek when you came, and it was one of the most comforting orgasms you had experienced. Back arching off the bed, thighs shuddering as you saw stars dance behind your lids, pleasure pulsing through your veins. 

The descent would have been nice and soothing, but as he kept stroking your clit and sliding his fingers in and out of your wet pussy, your body wouldn’t stop quivering. 

“Go-Goku…” You whined, pushing at his shoulders. “Wait, I can’t-I can’t anymore…”

“But you’re so pretty when you come,” Goku grinned mischievously, not budging an inch when you tried to push him away. “And this is the most fun, making you come as many times as I want.”

You would have protested more if he hadn’t picked up the pace again, producing a sinfully wet sound when his fingers slammed against your pussy. 

Air wasn’t reaching your brain, or so it felt when you reached your next orgasm. It was inevitable, Goku never even slowed down his moves, and the warmth that had spread on your body with your first orgasm washed over you again, like waves that made you shudder. 

You couldn’t register what was happening after that. He kept pressing kisses on your face, on your cheek and jaw and down your neck, but never attempted to alleviate himself, erection trapped in his boxers, pressing against your hip, while his hand focused on your clit and pussy. 

It was easy to make you come, your body and mind sensitive enough to reach to the slightest touch, and you lost count of how many times you had reached your climax after that. By the time Goku finally got rid of your panties, they were all drenched in your slick and sweat; even his hand was sticky with your releases, and he happily lapped at it before burying his face between your thighs. 

Goku was happy to please you, and your heart skipped several beats every time you gazed at his satisfied face with each orgasm you reached. 

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

The “I thought that was non-diegetic” line has everyone thinking the Doctor can hear through the fourth wall, but what we’re actually hearing is his internal soundtrack he’s got going all the time. You better believe the Doctor wrote several full orchestra playlists he either sings to himself constantly or the tardis beams into his head nonstop.

[elsecrytt]

masochist gojo. gojo who's in love with pain, so much that it feels like pleasure, he can barely distinguish between the two anymore.

gojo who's so starved for touch. who's had an infinite space between himself and the whole world for so long, for so many years, every day in and day out.

gojo who's survived off glancing presses when a barista hands him a coffee, the rare hug from his students (who are mostly orphans) that he can't bring himself to decline.

gojo who craves more but can't bring himself to accept it except in fleeting moments with strangers or students.

his hands that long to be held. he wants it so bad that he teases a cursed spirit, laces his fingers with its own, right before he utterly crushes the being in battle, untouchable all over again.

gojo whose skin is hungry for someone else's. he hasn't felt the warmth of a hand in his own in so long. not since - since his youth.

gojo who sometimes wishes he could get hit. who sees the impact of curse techniques on his infinity and feels a wild, strange desire for them to go straight through and strike him.

he imagines it, vividly, being impaled by a long spear (inverted spear) that goes straight through him. how it would lance his flesh so cleanly.

being struck so hard, across the face, in the stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.

enough to feel it with his whole body.

gojo who wants to be touched so bad he doesn't even care if it hurts anymore. infinity couldn't protect him from geto's betrayal.

gojo who keeps infinity up not because he doesn't want to get hit, but because he's terrified of what he might do when it happens.

gojo who got hard whenever geto sparred with him. he still doesn't know if it was because of geto, or because he had no infinity back then, no way to block the strikes.

he dreams of his youth. bruises littering his pale, pretty form like kisses, proof that he was human, there, that there was someone who could reach him.

dark purple things that turned pretty colors as they healed. he remembers pressing into them, relishing the hurt, feeling like he was getting hit (touched, reached, connected) all over again.

nothing ever touches him again. not like that. not like anything.

he never feels it. he never feels anything.

satoru gojo who wants, so very very badly, to feel something.

pain is a choice for him, always a choice. he alone has the privilege of deciding whether or not anything can touch him.

he could try to let more strangers touch him. one night stands, discreet arrangements. he had a pretty face and a body to match. there was no shortage of willing partners.

he lets them touch him, lets them hurt him. lets them drool over his body and use it at their leisure. they tell him he's beautiful, and he believes them.

white hair, blue eyes, sprawled out with a lean, unmarred body full of bare flesh for them to bite and scratch and bruise. he finds people who will do it, do it hard, fuck him up until he's lost entirely in the feeling of being touched, having someone against him, with him, above him.

it makes him feel like a piece of meat. it makes him feel good.

or he thinks it does, anyways.

sometimes, when he's gone particularly long without sleep, when his partner has gone particularly hard, he gets a real rush.

heart racing out of his chest. a cold sweat that overwhelms him. breaths coming in labored gasps. he can heal himself, he's physically fine, so this must all be in his head.

he acknowledges that information, distantly, like it's not happening to him. it doesn't help.

it feels like part of his body has been ripped away from him, something vital and important, and it's about to get up and run away.

always, always, it happens when his partner is no longer touching him. when he lays alone in the sheets, by his own volition, because of course these partners are not meant to be attachments.

love is not a privilege, though, not for the strongest sorcerer. it's a curse.

it's the only curse which infinity cannot protect him from.

so gojo stays untouchable. distant.

but the hunger doesn't go away. never.

he likes to imagine that suguru swallowed this one last curse before he died. something sweet and bitter, like losses at the arcade, sunny days at the beach, walking together with shoko, nanami, haibara.

but even suguru couldn't have absorbed this curse. it's in his bones, deep, longing and wanting even after he's dead and gone.

gojo is hungry. he is so, so hungry. and he has nothing to eat that will not leave him just as empty as before.

touch-starved. love-starved. pain-craving.

if someone could hurt him then it wouldn't matter that he was terrified of attachment. they could latch onto him, into his heart, under his skin. bury themselves in his chest like they belonged.

they could kill a hundred and twelve people and it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't be able to kill them.

gojo is hungry, so hungry.

please feed him.

[nethnad]

thinking about time lords and their fucked up little society again and i just realized how devastating the revelation of the drums in the end of time is in relation to the master's character.

because of all the renegade time lords in the universe, i think it's the master who most exemplifies the philosophical outlook that the time lords have towards the rest of the universe. they're stuffy observers, administrators, yes - but this position is one they've decided for themselves because of this concept of supremacy over other life forms. imposed and upheld this idea that other species that lack a time sense are less-than, primitive. and the master buys into this hard.

and i mean... compared to the doctor, the master is good at being a time lord. he buys into these supremacist concepts, this idea that every other species (and especially humans) is practically a meaningless ant in the grand scheme of the universe. takes it to the extreme, yes, but its the same underlying principle. he's a good student (despite whatever chibnall might think) - that one time lord from terror of the autons (identity forever a mystery) (its brax) even says "he did receive a higher degree of cosmic science than you." the master could play their game if he wanted to. he's remarkably comfortable with being on gallifrey/the idea of gallifrey(in eot/tlotl) than the doctor ever is. where the doctor avoids the subject of the lord presidency like the plague, the master is like "well if you kill the president you ARE the president! and then you have all of gallifrey!" and when the doctor destroys gallifrey (nominally), the master tries to rebuild it in the sound of drums/last of the time lords. tries to emulate their society. honor them in his little fucked up way. he brings them back from the time war!

and what does he get for it? how did the time lords treat him in response?

they decide to implant the sound of drums in his head, stretching back until he's a child. puts this insufferable noise, this splitting headache, in his head for his entire life. all so that they may live while he dies. because he is diseased, because of them. he has swallowed the pill, bought their propaganda, he has followed the rules, he tried to rebuild them he tried. and in response he is chewed up and spit out like trash so that rassilon's god complex can survive while the universe crumbles.

how crushing must that be to someone? to have your whole worldview - that you are better, you are chosen, you are special - come crumbling down in a few short moments? to see the revered founder-god of the civilization you have so desperately tried to revive look at you and say "you are diseased," even though he was the one to poison you in the first place?

and as his heart is torn to pieces... when rassilon says "no more," and charges his gauntlet, the master - who has spent countless lives fighting death with his bare hands - does not move.

part of me thinks he does not want to.

[somecunttookmyurl]

if you want actual like on god for real actually exist you can see the papyri/tablets very incredibly cute egyptian letters absolutely go read translations of the amarna letters between king amenhotep III and his absolute bestest best friend in the whole wide world king tushratta of mitanni

[malenjoyer]

Good morning 🙏🏼

I want to thank everyone their support with reblogging my stuff over the years and reblogging some of the context of the situation.

Tumblr and Instagram is filled with the most supportive people I’ve ever had the chance of meeting. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have much support, not even from people I thought were close to me. It took me a year or two to be okay with being perceived again in fandoms. So I’m very grateful for everything.

I just wanted to post that I appreciate all of the asks and I’ve been reading all of them. I actually get anxious I’m spamming everyone too much so I probably won’t reply to everything. Please don’t feel pressured to support me financially, there’s is a free option on patreon to follow. I’ll post future project plans and occasional updates because I still love comics and I still love DC/Marvel. I do enjoy having people following along for my art/reading journey so I would always be okay with people just following for free. My brain is telling me this post is too long now so I will go 🙏🏼😭

[wolfofartblock]

Need a break from this webcomic I'm drawing, anyone got anything Desmond x (Altair, Ezio, Alex, etc.) related that I could sketch out 🤨 or AU stuff

[stil-lindigo]

the dredger.

a comic about closure.

(buy the digital copy of the comic anthology here)

creative notes:

[forcebookish]

Force Jiratchapong Srisang as Top Tanin in Only Friends, ep. 7 (🥺🥺🥺)

[mishoru]

Don't you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?