#it will come back ofc

[pbnmj]

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

[jobycewl]

I believe in the “Everyone is jealous of Shang Qinghua” agenda

[ovegakart]

boats not very useful on land but its got all her stuff and people

the spawns name is zelda, of course. i think the name would be links idea, tetra opposed to it, and then lost some sort of bet.

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

cyn doodles+drew all the main guys in my style.ill miss them </3

[coffinwoodx]

couple of screenshots of kim’s wikipedia page that i felt so deeply in my soul

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims sitting on a bed. He is a thin Arab man with brown skin covered in various scars and body hair, and he has long curly black hair with gray streaks and a beard and mustache to match. His hair is tied in a braid hung over his shoulder and is frizzy with loose hairs poking out everywhere. He is wearing a huge blue t-shirt that's slipping off one shoulder and green boxers, and a pale blush colored duvet rests over his thighs. He sits leaning back on one arm, rubbing his cheek against that shoulder as he smiles softly with only one eye slightly open, looking out of frame. His other hand is scratching at his ribs, lifting the shirt out of the way, exposing his stomach. The bed is pink and the color fades upwards into a muted brown gradient. Speech bubbles show Martin and Jon talking. Martin, out of frame, says "Haha, G'morning, sleepyhead!" and a note points to Jon reading "creaky morning voice" as he says "good morning, love" with hearts around the speech bubble. Martin says "O-OH...." and the speech bubble is accompanied with a tiny doodle of his flustered expression. end ID]

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jon won the eepy poll so have this beautiful man after his first good sleep in the safehouse after years of no rest <3

[sentinens]

summer!

[collophora]

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

[yuwuta]

yuuta is the boyfriend BAWLING when he has to drop you off at the airport. it doesn’t really matter how long you’ll be gone, he will be crying, and he’s gonna cry just as hard when he picks you up again too. but that’s not surprising, neither is saying that satoru smothers you in affection and soft gazes but waits until you’re gone and he’s back home to let the tears out. the real gag is that toji is also crying. it doesn’t happen when he drops you off, or when he gets home, and honestly he’s fine for the first few days—crabbier than usual, slower than usual, groggier than usual—but, fine. it’s somewhere around the third or fourth day of your absence that he finds himself crying, unintentionally. he feels the tears on his lips before he realizes they’re falling from his eyes, and there’s a moment of confusion and then a soft laughter of disbelief before he lets the rest of them fall. he doesn’t really know why he’s crying even while he’s crying. he doesn’t sob or make noise or smush his head into a pillow, but when he gets up to wipe his face, he’s confronted with his reflection in the mirror and that’s when it hits him: he’s sad. if you’d asked toji, he’d say he hasn’t experienced true sadness before that moment. despite all the shitty things in his life, he held a sort of neutral, it is what is attitude about it all—but that’s not the case with you. toji’s sad because he misses you and it’s probably the first time in his life he cries because he can Feel something is missing inside of him

[saetoshis]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ WHY SO STUBBORN? | shinazugawa sanemi

⋆୨୧˚ SUMMARY: being stubborn against sanemi doesn't always work!

⋆୨୧˚ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:

fem!reader, dom!sanemi, teasing, light degradation, bit of cunnilingus, pet name [baby - once], nipple play, creampie

he knows what he’s doing is working, and that’s what bothers you the most about it.

his nose nestles against your panties eagerly, then hesitantly, all for the satisfaction of your thighs squirming around his head in jagged rhythms. he finds every twitch and every shiver of your cadence to be beyond exciting, especially when he knows you're trying to resist it.

"don't act like you don't like this," sanemi murmurs with his face pressed against your now-wet panties. his voice carries a gruffness and ambition underneath its tone, while yours is shackled and constricted.

"you- hah, can't act like you can just snap your fingers whenever you want," you murmur between ragged breaths, voice strained from how hard you're trying not to show a weak spot - too much power would go to his egotistic head. "i'm not a toy..."

"no, you're not," sanemi grunts out the words between fervent licks and drags of his nose along your clit. he readjusts to kneel, gripping your hips in each hand and pulling your body down to meet flush with his. his broad torso curls over you, calloused hands dragging up towards your shoulders as he whispers, "unless you wanted to be treated like one."

"cut it out," you mumble weakly between panted heaves, and he knows you're just one step closer to snapping. your thighs shudder in place, fingers quivering against the sheets as he presses slow, dreadfully warm kisses along your neckline. your voice comes out almost as a whisper, "you know what you're doing..."

"that's right," sanemi leers with a sly smile, letting his tongue drag lines and circles along your skin. you can feel the tiniest, slowest ruts of his pants against you and it feels like you're about to burst completely. each tedious second passes and knocks at your strength like cracks in a stone wall. his voice drops low right against your ear, "tryin' so hard to keep it up, aren't you? what, you don't wanna feel good? c'mon, just give up... lemme help you, yeah?"

you shake your head, unable to speak, tension building up in your bloodstream like a balloon ready to pop.

"tch, gonna be stubborn, huh?" sanemi gives you an unruly, almost irritated expression. with his demeanor now, you can tell - he's got a lot of tension to release with you. he slinks your shirt up a bit, fingertips dragging against your stomach and up to your chest. he lets out a smug sneer as his thumbs catch your nipples, flicking and circling them enough to where you're shuddering and holding in gasps. "c'mon... you know you want it."

sanemi keeps one thumb attending to your nipple, the other adjusting his clothed cock to lay heavy against your clit as he slowly ruts back and forth. it's unbearable - your chest rises and falls in jagged manners, hips rocking instinctively with sanemi's. "c-can't..."

"can't what, huh? can't... take it anymore?" sanemi jeers, curling down over you to press dizzying kisses against your lips. his movements never stop, all with the intention to send you reeling over the edge. "you don't even have to say it, m'kay? just gimme a nod..."

you hesitate, eyes shut tightly before your head bobs in a desperate nod - it feels like you can finally breathe as you release all the tension in your body and refuse to fight the sensations.

“so good, aren’t you?” sanemi murmurs in a low rasp as he pulls and pushes away all of the fabrics separating his cock from your bare hips. with a fist around his shaft, he runs along the slick mess coating your folds with a sneer, “is this what you wanted? yeah, i know it is.”

only a whine falls from your lips at the moment he presses his heavy cock up into the hilt of your cunt, ragged breaths exchanged between the two of you in place of words. quiet, muttered ‘fuck’s leave your mouth as you let the jolting feeling of him sunken inside of you settle on your nerves.

“wanted me that bad, huh?” sanemi leers, breaths raspy and hot against your cheek as he lets his hips move in rhythmic, slow drags. he lets out little grunts each time he pushes, finding each enclosing tense of your cunt around him absolutely divine. “fuck, that’s it… just like that, yeah?”

you nod fervently, unable to make a coherent statement with the way your brain is boggling inside your head. each forward rut of his hips gets a bit faster, a bit rougher, a bit needier - all until he’s gripping your waist to hold you stable as he fucks into you with wet smacks. all you can mutter is a breathy, “f-fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“ohh, i know…” sanemi’s voice comes out in a rough chuckle, his eyes peering over your body and how it responds so enticingly to him. your thighs shudder, fingers quiver, eyebrows furrow with each jolting grind. his abs shudder and flex intensely with each heavy, wet rut and he feels like he’s about to explode. “i got you, lemme see that clit…”

sanemi’s tongue sticks out ever so slightly as he focuses his thumb on your swollen nerves, letting it match in time with his rough movements. each circle of his digit makes you shudder, thighs squeezing around his hips desperately. “g-god… gonna make me cu-“

a voice cracking whine leaves your lips as your head lolls back, eyes following suit as you shudder and pant shallowly. sanemi is enticed, watching every movement and noise you make with lusting eyes and an unforgiving throb in his cock. “that’s it, give it to me. cum, cum, cum…”

sanemi’s jeers egg you on until your head spins and your whole frame jolts and shudders with ecstasy around his cock. the lewd sounds of his ruts get wetter, heavier, faster. sanemi’s abs glisten with flecks of your mess, and he groans between heavy pants at the sight of it. “so nasty, aren’t you? yeah? you liked that, i know…”

you mumble incoherently, feeling twitches in your thighs as he grips them tight and fucks into you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. his grunts get raspy and hitched in his chest, his muscles starting to jolt in desperation. sanemi’s hair falls messily as he leans over and leverages even more strength to fuck you with. “god, you’re so tight- fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum so hard- hah…”

you mutter slews of ‘yes, yes, yes’ as you shudder and furrow your eyebrows, bodies radiating heat with each panted exhale. you can practically feel the twinge in his cock with each desperate slap of his hips against yours, and with a few rough grunts and hitched moans, he bottoms out and cusses under his breath. heat spreads throughout you as you feel ropes of white spilling between your walls, and you heave out with a dizzied sigh, “so good…”

“yeah it was,” sanemi leers between slowing exhales, curling over you to cradle your face and press juxtaposingly gentle kisses along your lips. you can hear each other’s racing heartbeats with each connection of your mouths, and it feels like heaven. sanemi lets out a little soft chuckle as he pulls away to admire the flushed expression on your face, “see? not so bad to give in, huh? stubbornness would’ve gotten you nowhere.”

“yeah, yeah,” you laugh out softly, refusing to indulge his ego too much. “whatever you say.”

SAETOSHIS 2024. please do not copy/repost.

[yourgfdgirlfriend]

many subs are so worried about being perfect, while missing that they’re just supposed to be good; like the classic goon to my villainess. it’s fine to just go: “on it boss” and proceed to completely fuck things up, while I watch with a smile, thinking about how adorable they are, not in the least worried about the success of my villainous machinations, because all my plans already anticipate the clumsy bundle of anxious cuteness, that is my sub. reverence trumps performance. I don’t need you to excel past all expectations; I just need you to worship me.

[asexual-shelly]

hi *throws this at you and runs headfirst into a lamppost*

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[spielzeugkaiser]

Been feeling the 'Jaskier upset with Geralt' angst train lately if this prompt interests you

I read the word 'angst' and instantly went on board- honestly Jaskier deserves to be angry with Geralt. What always makes me go *chef's kiss* in those scenarios is that Jaskier is upset, but he doesn't want Geralt to be hurt! He always looks out for him 🥺🥺 I made Jaskier and angry-crier, because I haven't tormented my man enough. Also Jaskier being able to actually show how upset he is and Geralts self worth issues of 'distancing himself when he thinks he isn't wanted' FIGHT-

[ineed-to-sleep]

So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again

[venomgaia]

Hey do u think any of the district 23 chefs have ever gotten 'ingredients' from R corp. All that meat has to go somewhere, unless R corp is pulling a soylent green

I'm sure there are plenty of places that could actually manage to use 'ingredients' from R corp seeing as there's absolutely a surplus! Although, anyone who's procuring fresh 'ingredients' for the sake of the culinary arts...may end up with more of a mess than they bargained for...