#i’m sorry

[please-be-nice-im-sensitive]

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Plein Air Pigeons at the Park 🐦🌳

Drawing pigeons plain air was much more challenging than I expected

[izukupill]

shigaraki is so fucking gross when he masturbates.

i don’t mean haha omg he’s so gross haha, no like, he is fucking disgusting. watches all kinds of filthy porn you can imagine on his computer. neglects to wear his headphones most times for no other reason than he simply doesn’t want to. browses pornhub for hours, sorting through everything from extreme anal to rough gangbangs to even japanese tentacle porn.

has an onahole shittily duct taped to the surface of his computer desk because jerking off with four fingers can be such a hassle. turns up his vile porn to seventy-five percent volume, and stares dutifully at the wide monitor with the video playing on full screen mode while he humps into the silicone vagina simulator. dabi’s barking from the common area of their abandoned bar-turned-headquarters to turn that fucking shit down! but shigaraki’s too engrossed in his own sick pleasure to care. he’s the boss after all; if he wants to watch a woman get all of her holes creamed with cum at full volumes, who was anyone to tell him otherwise?

probably dirty talks aloud to his computer screen (cringe), and just lets his internal monologue flow freely in between stammering gasps and choked out groans. “rape her—fucking rape her harder”, or “choke the bitch—yeah, like that. more, more, more”, or “dumb stupid—fucking—cock whore—s-slut—”. yeah… the literal definition of needing therapy. he just gets way too immersed.

shigaraki humps like his life is on the line. it’s a fully fledged work out that leaves him drenched in a layer of sweat by the end. bottles and cups titter with each slam of his hips against the ledge of the desk, some eventually tipping over. his monitors shake unstable and threatened to fall, as well. his desk has seen much better days—all of the screws are loose and rickety, and the base is all wobbly and uneven thanks to shigaraki’s incessant pumping. had this toy been a real woman, she would be writhing from the pain of his rough nature. one like equals one prayer for shiggy’s first girlfriend.

when he cums… eugh. it spurts out everywhere through the opposite end of the silicone cylinder, icing his desk and mousepad and even sometimes keyboard with thick ropes of sticky glaze. if he’s lucky enough to remember, he’ll grab a tissue or an old shirt off the ground to catch his shooting mess, but most of the time he either forgets about it or is too fucked out to give a shit about the cleanup job. when the orgasm has run its course, shigaraki will tuck himself back into his sweatpants and perform a half assed scrub down of his desktop with a cum rag. this man is so incapable of cleaning up after himself, it’s sick—there are still splotches of pearlescent semen seeping into his mousepad, or globs of cum caught in the crevices between the keys of his keyboard, but he couldn’t be fucked to make an effort to wipe it up.

every single time without fail, he punctuates his masturbation sessions with a couple matches of online gaming. still twitching from the aftershocks of his cum, shigaraki settles into his chair, perfectly content with playing league of legends on his sticky keyboard.

[saijspellhart]

Alright, I get it. I’m sorry

I was feeling sentimental, and a little down due to past traumas, and I went on a nostalgia trip through my old art to cheer myself up. I was trying to feel good about all the things I’ve drawn over the years that I felt so proud of for creating. And I reblogged a bunch of my favorite ones for old time sake.

But you guys are pissed at me. And are letting me have it.

I’m sorry.

I really very sorry.

I deleted all the reblogs as you asked.

[kaboomcat]

They didn’t have any Jayce sized Miku outfits you guys ☹️

He had to squeeze in

[ondragonhonour]

This makes me feral for womeeeeeeennnnn

Juniper and Earwig the knight.

Got some new fairy ocs to play with it's toxic yuri, its forbidden magic girly, its honor-bound knight conflict. It's Guard and Princess. All my current favourite juicy things. (f/f)

[monkey-overalls]

Finally made some more Danganronpa textposts! I missed doing these, they’re super fun.

[marvelmaniac715]

Why are you still posting about Good Omens when Neil Gaiman is a sexual predator

My answer’s going to be slightly long, so I just want to preface this with this - Neil Gaiman is an awful, horrible man, and I’m horrified by his actions. I do not support or condone what he’s done, and even before this news broke, I wasn’t a ‘fan’ of Gaiman himself, due to his own works such as Stardust and Coraline directly linking to negative childhood experiences. Please understand that the only time I will ever refer to that man in a post again will be if I tag ‘fuck Neil Gaiman’ because really, fuck him, I get angry even thinking about what he did.

Yes, I do still post about Good Omens, but only because Terry Pratchett was responsible for around 75% of writing the original book, whilst Gaiman was responsible for only 25%, I’m not sure if that’s the exact statistics, but I know that Pratchett did more work for the book than Gaiman, and I like Pratchett because he wrote the book that the first play my childhood drama group did was based on. He’s the only original creator that I still respect.

For more personal reasons - I discovered Good Omens in around 2023, at a time where I was still trying to make friends at school - I met some of my best friends through discovering Good Omens, then I properly discovered Doctor Who through David Tennant, which led me to meet another really close friend and be inspired to write more fanfiction as well as post here on Tumblr. Good Omens has been too important to my life and my development in terms of socialising to just ignore. In fact, for my seventeenth birthday last year, my gifts were mostly Good Omens themed - I received the book, the script book, the tv companion, a pin badge, and stickers from Shein that I refuse to touch because they’re stolen fan art. I’m currently looking at a Good Omens signed poster - another birthday gift - thankfully not bearing the name Gaiman, and this was all before testimonies against him were released, none of us knew.

Also, the people in the Good Omens fandom are so wonderful and talented - the cosplayers, the artists, the fanfic writers, the people who make meta posts theorising about small details, their work is extraordinary and I just want to celebrate them. My Tumblr blog is half my own thoughts, and half me reblogging people who deserve all the praise in the world for their contributions to the internet; this is the show and tell website, and if I love something, I want to reblog it to show the world.

I never meant to hurt or offend anyone, so if there’s anything I can do, like making it clear that I don’t support Neil Gaiman, or putting a trigger warning on any reblogged posts, or even just apologising as profusely as I can, let me know because I’ll do anything to ensure that anyone who comes across my blog is happy (I’ve been a people-pleaser for my whole life, I don’t like upsetting people). I know this has been a bit of a ramble, I just felt that you deserve a proper and honest explanation as an answer to your completely valid question. If you want to unfollow me or block my posts, I’d completely understand, your decision would be completely warranted. Again, I’m sorry for any hurt I’ve caused, and I hope you have a good day/evening.

[timetravelsong]

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[saiiibaki]

fast sketch for manwhore au by @anniflamma because it’s hilarious

[brainrotworks]

“Well, I can always count on you for a warm welcome…”

is this too much?

[nakedmarigold]

i love my gay peepaws

“We nearly always went up to his little music room that he’d had built at the top of the house, Daddy’s room, where we would get away from it all. I like to get away from people to songwrite, I don’t like to do it in front of people. It’s like sex for me, I was never an orgy man. So John and I would sit down and by then it might be one or two o’clock, and by four or five o’clock we’d be done”. – Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now

immediately after admitting songwriting is like Sex he follows with Yeah so John and I would do it together. do you hear yourself paul.

[pisscentral]

uh oh

UH OH

[messylustt]

the hottest thing a man can do is tilt his head and say ‘yeah?’ —like no need to be a slut, calm down.

[comatosebunny09]

Slow lovemaking in the morning with Sylus.

He’s settling in for bed while you’re waking up. He doesn’t want you to go. Not when you feel so warm and right, curled up against him like this. He abhors the sun. But he won’t deny how it works in your favor, golden sunbeams peering through the curtains to swath you in its ethereal glow.

You get up for a shower, but he won’t have that. He hauls you back into bed by your waist. Tickles you, and you giggle so bewitchingly while you squirm, he’s laughing with you. Two lovers rolling around in the sheets, wishing the moment could last for eons.

You’re too beautiful not to savor. To let go. So, he kisses you. On your temple first, then your cheek, nose. He saves the best for last, diving in for a taste of your lips, and you’re as sweet as sugar here.

He’s addicted. Drags your hips back to notch your pelvis against his, and he groans hoarsely into your mouth at the contact. Grows hard against the cleft of your ass as you languidly grind against him. You know what you’re doing. He’s sleepy, and you’re taking advantage of his weakened defenses. But he’ll bite.

He holds you by the hip, his other set of fingers molded to your jaw, angling your head back so he can watch you—the pretty way your lips purse, how your lashes bow when he slides his cock between your full thighs. They’re still moist from your earlier escapades. From the naughty dreams you must’ve had, and he bites his lip when you moan so pretty for him as the ridge of his cock head bumps your clit. He shudders. God, you’re addicting.

Finally, he sinks into you. And the union is devastating. So much so, he ducks to place his forehead in the hollow of your shoulder. You always feel so good, swallowing him to the hilt like that. So good for him, the shape of you molding to accommodate him and no-one else.

He’s panting. Trying his damnedest to stay still while you adjust to the intrusion. You ruin him. Utter destruction on legs, but he’ll never tell you that aloud. You roll your hips when you’re ready for him. He moves without a second thought.

The sticky glide of your cunt. The obscene squelching sounds it makes when he sluggishly ruts into you. It’s all so much, and yet not enough. His grip on your waist is crucial. He’s holding you in place while he fucks into you from behind, your cute whimpering spurring him on.

Limber fingers wrap around your neck. Apply enough pressure not to cut off wind, but just enough to bring your pulse pounding against his palm. He breathes, hot and ragged, against your hinged-open mouth. The rhythm of his hips quickens. You feel so good. He could die, buried inside you.

He drags his teeth over the space behind your ear. Fucks into you like he’ll never see you again, the clop of skin on skin saturating the air. He eases a hand down the curve of your stomach to find your clit. Rubs it in meticulous circles, chanting obscenities into your ear. Wants you to cum with him, a fizzy feeling pooling in his stomach. You take him so well. Treat him so good. He’d give you the moon and the stars in a hand-basket if he could.

He doesn’t know how long you’ve been at this, fucking like two lazy beasts in heat. Doesn’t care because you’re suddenly quaking around him. Shuddering, his name the sweetest supplication on your lips. He keeps your legs spread, thrusting into you, helping you ride over the cresting waves of your orgasm with a finger in your clit.

You drag him into the whirlpool with you. Over that slurry edge of pleasure, his teeth grit as he floods the warm channel of your sex with gooey globs of white. He pushes into you until he’s too sensitive to move. Doesn’t pull out, even as his cum scorches down the inner cut of your thigh to saturate the sheets.

He wraps virile arms around your waist when you both come down. Moors you to him, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder with a content smile to his lips.

“Sy,” you laugh, reaching back to drag comforting fingers over his scalp. “I have to get up for work.”

He hums something raspy. Something sleepy, something satisfied. Holds you tighter, murmuring against your ear, sleep toddling in.

“Just five more minutes.”

And, of course, five minutes turn into ten, then twenty. And you’re calling in sick an hour later, because you don’t want to leave the safety of his arms, either.

[ryukisgod]

I know women who wear unisex clothes are still women I was asking if they are what you call “female presenting?”

How can a dragon be “female presenting?”

They’re naked lizards without visible genitalia

I am literally on my knees begging fantasy writers to use "he-elf, "he-dragon," and "he-dwarf." ... Oh, it sounds weird? Then stop doing it for the female presenting ones, it sounds just as weird 🤭