#ill tag later ig

[anbaisai]

"(Sigh) We'll continue this another ti- mmf?!"

With a guy like Jamil, you really gotta pick up the slack sometimes. No tie to pull on though, so I guess we'll just have to use that hoodie!

(Inspired by this artwork by オレコ on Pixiv!)

Bonus Jamil for the rest of the day:

[isjasz]

🫳 hadesification of some hermits bc ive been playing it between breaks + other random doodles between finals studyin

[off-mozzarella]

A lil something for Whumptober day 10: blow to the head

[lanshappycorner]

Pacciofinn🥰🥰🥰

[hiemaldesirae]

au where sj finds a little cucumber baby sprouting in the middle of nowhere while still practicing under wyz and subsequently murders his shitty shifu to go practice demonic cultivation while raising his little a yuan

[mooechi]

the fuyutsuki siblings 😯😧😦😲😮❄️✨

[rogdona]

[enden-k]

bwah. help me decide please okokok

[toffeebrews]

Rough draft sorta? of my UT self insert. I'll add things as I go.

General Info

Name: Toffee (very original ik) or as I'll refer to her as "MV!Toffee"

Age: Adult of some kind

Height: 4"5"

Pronouns: Any

Species: Snail-cat

A background npc character who was hijacked by a creator.

They're me but also not shrug

Some facts!

- She keeps her mouth hidden most of the time

- Shes insecure about her slug attributes, especially her slug eyes on the top of her head. For whatever reason, they seem to reflect her emotions to a further extreme than her face.

- Shes tired... ALL the time. She's had eyebags pretty much her entire life.

- Has a dream of grandeur, helping and protecting us from anomalies. But simply is too scared and tired to do anything LMAOOO.

[just-null]

i miss u jay :( r u alive...

Hello! Your cult leader is alive. My attention has just drifted to other things, and I'm unsure how to continue..

The voices in my head are yelling at me about demons slayer recently. (Unsurprisingly) about background character(s?) once more.. Hantengu and those fuckass clones.....

I've stated I'm multi Fandom before, but hm, I don't want things to get too clunky.. but I also dont want to make new blogs each time........

what do you think, cult members??

[battlefordreamdiner]

24. Fries

[m3llowm1sh]

ace attorney x rhythm doctor doodles cuz the brainrot worms r taking over!!!!!!!!!!!

i just think theyre silly

[theemeraldpupwave]

Listen if I'm gonna be cringe I'm gonna be free while I do it

Anyways heres my admin oc/self insert that I made just so I can ship with Romeo because I'm soooo normal about him featuring a couple of drawings I did a few months ago, one of which is a TV Girl album cover re-draw

[caster-l0ve]

WHAM! SLAMS THIS MIKEY REFERENCE SHEET DOWN ON THE TABLE!

pssst; this is an AU i'm working on! i'm gonna be posting about it more and more while i cook up the first comic panels for it too. :)

anyways, i guess a name for this au would be Spark it! Strike it!

(points to my bio. yes, that is the name.)

anyways x2! im getting back into the groove of uploading and posting lolol. see you then ^^

[liquidstar]

april fools is over so now im going to be slash srs instead of slash j. im going to post a little excerpt from one of the oc writing practices ive been doing :) again im not super experienced for a variety of reasons but im doing my best here.

but im going to try and put my self conciousness to the side (thats probably an important part of the practice too, right?) since this isnt final version either way, i can just say im sharing a WIP! so for now it will go the way of most of my other oc stuff..... under the cut

the only context you need is that this would be the opening scene for the story. if i post others i'll have to give more context bc most of them are taken from the middle of something. anyway here goes:

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“I love you

I've loved you since the beginning

From when you were only stardust

To when you will rejoin the stars

When everyone will be together again

Understand, you don’t simply live in the universe

You are part of it, taking on a form uniquely alive

You are the universe giving love back to itself

I love you so much”

“Wait!!!”

A lone girl jolts awake, crying a plea into the empty air. Tears stream down her cheeks, as she calls for someone she doesn't know. Her heart aches with a nameless yearning that fades with the memory of her dream. Still, against her will, the emotions linger. A profound sense of love consumes her, an agonizing, grieving love, meant for her. She sighs and wipes away her tears. It was an absurd dream, a ridiculous notion.

As her conscious mind clears, she takes in her surroundings; a forest drowned in the pale blue light of dawn. Her sleeping bag, now encased in dew, was laid on the cold grass. She sits for a while, gazing at the faint sliver of the rising sun’s glow with an indistinct expression, and eventually stands up.

The lone girl begins her daily routine by braiding her hair. With a wave of her hand, she freezes dew on a rock, creating herself a mirror. Her fingers carefully weave her brown locks into a braid, now adorned with a snowflake clip and a scarlet ribbon. She throws on a long blue half-skirt over her shorts, matching her shirt. She forces on a pair of black boots and cuffs on her arm. Lastly, she grabs a moon-themed spear, and she's ready for the day.

Before setting off, she made sure to pack all her belongings, including her numerous hand-drawn maps and a compass. However, she also stops to look into the bag deeper, foolishly expecting to find something new. Instead, she only sighs, "Still no food."

She puts on the backpack and trudges forward anyway, ignoring the hunger pains as best she can. She hums to keep herself distracted.

As she walks, the trees tower above her, shrouding the horizon and taunting her. Birds occasionally fly into view, but seem to disappear in an instant. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her.

The lone girl scribbles on her maps, trying to record a labyrinth of identical tree trunks and twisted paths. This proves useless, as this elliptical forest has her going in circles. Exasperated, she fidgets with her compass, only to see the needle is frantically twitching around. She presses it gently to her forehead and quietly complains, “Don't tell me you're broken…”

Her train of thought was cut short by the sudden sound of running water, so loud she can’t fathom how she’s only now begun to hear it. She decided to put off one problem for another. Following the sound through some shrubs, she quickly finds the source.

Her spear at the ready, she approaches the stream. Scanning its depths for signs of fish, she walks cautiously. Her posture was awkward, her expression was uncertain, betraying her lack of experience. She held her spear to her chest with both arms as she encroached the water’s edge.

She inhales in preparation, removes her skirt and boots, and enters the water with slow, careful steps. The very surface of the stream begins to freeze as it makes contact with her skin. Tiny, thin crystals of ice form as she steps further in. Breathing deeper, as she tries to control the frost, she makes her way to the center of the stream. She stands waiting for fish.

Rather than throwing her spear to hunt, like the intended purpose, she stabs at the water. She’s not good at this, however, and only ends up scaring other potential prey away. She makes several attempts at this but is unsuccessful each time. Refusing to quit, her repeated strikes become more desperate and uncoordinated with each failure. Her growing frustration only makes the water freeze deeper, eventually solidifying around her legs. She yelps, now in a panic, and begins to frantically stab at the ice to free herself.

A mess.

Escaping this ordeal, the lone girl abandons any further attempt at fishing. It probably isn't her calling anyway. She trudges on, lost, wet, cold, and hungry.

She looks at her compass again, her face reflecting in its glass. “You're broken,” she tiredly states, as she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.

“No! No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry Polaris,” The lone girl, Polaris, reassures herself, “Last time you cried you froze your eyelids shut, and that really hurt,” She whines aloud.

Polaris takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks, and swallows her tears. She elects to follow the river, her only hope of escape, pursuing the promise of a village just beyond this enigmatic forest. She daydreams of a warm meal in a cozy restaurant, and maybe a cold desert too. A glimmer of determination returns to her stride, as she continues her hum from before.

[stunt-lads]

Werewolf negan knotting Rick?

He isn't sure how he wound up in the situation, nor is he sure why he's surprised. The dead are walking the earth, the likelihood of there being other monsters just seems to make sense in hindsight.

But still, Rick is pinned under Negan's form, bent over the table in the RV, and oh so grateful his family is far away from wherever Negan drove him to. He tries to parse what the hell happened to leave him here, Negan panting softly against the back of his neck, claws long and sharp against his thighs.

He's rutting against his ass and making Rick's head swim. Truthfully, he hasn't been with a man in a long time, not since Shane, but the idea is definitely appealing. Or it would be if it wasn't the monster who killed Abraham and Glenn.

And he is a monster. Not just metaphorically, the snapping of his bones told Rick that yeah, this man—is he even a man at this point?—is also a beast.

Still...the friction is making him warm, the possessive way Negan's body hunches over him from behind...if it wasn't such a turn on he'd probably be more disgusted.

He probably should be anyway.

But it's hard to think when the feel of sharp teeth on the back of his neck draws him sharply from his thoughts.

"Y'fucked a man before?" Negan's voice is rougher, deeper, and he wonders if the transformation is to blame or if he's just too caught up in his own pleasure to talk properly.

"Yeah." May as well be honest, what's the harm really.

"Damn, I was hoping I'd get to pop that gay cherry of yours." Negan snorts before tugging harshly on Rick's pants.

Rick reaches down to help, not necessarily eager, just not inclined to go back to his family pantsless. Too many questions. Too much to explain.

"Good boy." Negan breathes, and Rick tries desperately not to show how the words affect him.

It's rough, and Negan doesn't let him pull his pants down all the way, just enough.

"Normally, I'd have you get my fingers nice and wet, but, well." He holds up a clawed hand to Rick's face, and he feels his stomach swoop uncomfortably in arousal. His hands are monstrous. All sharp nails and long fur. Rick's blood boils in his veins.

"So, just this one time, I'll do it for you." His hand is pulled back and the next thing Rick feels is thick and viscous saliva sliding down his—

"Fuck!" He yelps, there is no warning or preparation before Negan is sliding his finger into Rick's body, hardly pausing long enough to even make sure it's not a dry insertion. His finger is thick, and Rick can feel the unpleasant prick of his sharp nail internally.

"That's a good puppy, bark for me." Negan mocks, and Rick feels sick to his stomach at the way the words make him feel hot all over.

"Now, as much as I'd love to fuck this tight ass, it might break you and I'd hate to fuck up what's been an otherwise fantastic and productive goddamn interaction."

Rick can't bring himself to say anything, humiliation coursing through him just as strong as arousal.

"So here's what I'll tell you."

Rick feels his legs shake slightly as Negan finds his prostate almost too easily and begins his assault on it.

"This little spot right here? That's gonna be your new best friend when I finally get to fuck you because you won't be touching your dick at all. Bitches don't have dicks, and you, Ricky? You're my bitch now."

Rick lets his head slump onto the table, closing his eyes tightly as he tries desperately not to thrust back against Negan's finger. His cock drools precome underneath him, he can feel the way it oozes out and he feels sick to his stomach at his body and minds reaction to this onslaught.

"And see, here's the kicker, this little spot is gonna be fucking bruised by the time I'm done with you." He pauses for a moment and then when he speaks again Rick can feel his breath hot on his face, his voice low, right next to his ear, "Ask me why, Rick."

He can't. His throat is dry, and the words are caught in his lungs. Negan grips his hair harshly and yanks his head back, forcing him to bend uncomfortably to the man's whims.

"Ask me, why, Rick." Negan repeats more firmly, voice darker and deeper now, more dangerous.

"W-why, Negan?" He finally chokes out, swallow past the lump in his throat as he does.

"Good boy." Negan praises quietly, and Rick shivers as his touch gets gentle in his hair, Rick hates it. His hand withdraws, and Rick lets himself press his face to the table again. The cool press of it is hardly doing anything to help him relax.

"The reason your g-spot will be bruised, Ricky, is because I have a fucking knot. As a werewolf, I get some perks, and that is one of them. So when we're all tied the fuck up and you're pinned under me, unable to move or get away, I'll still be fucking into you, forcing you to take my come like a good little bitch. And the whole time my knot is going to be rubbing. Right. There." Each word is punctuated by the forceful drag of Negan's finger and Rick's knees buckle.

"Oh, and don't think you can hide how much you like this. You can lie to your people. You can lie to mine, but you can't lie to me."

Rick's mind is hazy, and he whimpers softly as Negan removes his finger from his body, leaning over to breathe into Rick's ear again.

"I can fucking smell how much you like this shit."

Rick's embarrassment flares then and Negan laughs as he slaps his ass.

"Pull your fucking pants up. We got shit to do."

Rick inhales shakily and obeys. What else can he do?