#just a peek at smthn i'm working on

[sunsetandshadows]

A sketch dump as i actually get to painting the small doodles of them. So sorry for the poor perspective practice lmao(the last image is some sketches im painting)

[bsdawgz]

giving a handjob to atsushi...

a/n just a quick drabble hehe cuz i couldnt stop thinkin about writing smthn ab atsushi! this boy is too adorable and doesn’t get enough luv hehe... MDNI! this is smut.

imagine sitting in atsushi’s lap at the ada’s dorm and teasing him with an agonizingly slow handjob under his boxers. it’s the middle of the night and he’s making these really soft whimpers that get caught in his throat. he’s trying so hard not to moan out loud because he really can’t have anyone knowing that he can actually make this kind of lewd noise… especially not with kyouka-chan and tanizaki’s rooms next door. he’s overthinking about the fact that you might see him making some sort of embarrassing expression, so he’s burying his face in the crook of his elbow or in his hands trying to hide it from you. at the same time, he can’t resist but peek through his fingers because he just needs to watch you touching him like this because it turns him on so much. he’s still a guy, after all. when he sees you’re watching him just as closely, he’ll gasp softly and his face will turn bright red, and you’ll feel him throb and twitch in your hands. you’ll have him squirming under your fingers the whole time, just struggling to keep still as that damp spot spreads in his boxers. when he just can’t take it anymore, he’ll be toppling over you on the futon with a breathless, “please, i really need it now,” and begging you to finish him.

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[cow-tag]

Holding the universe in his arms/////Fuck it we ball jonatello fusion fic real

literally so fucking exausted i might not even continue idfk but i needed to get it off my google docs so i can continue or smthn idfk but here yall go enjoy

The crystal glowed with an eerie light, illuminating the room and reflecting off Donnie’s goggles. They carefully chipped a piece off and held it under a microscope, watching the colors swirl and change. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before, and it certainly wasn’t recorded in human history. ‘Makes sense’ they thought, huffing to themself lightly. ‘I found it on a crashed Kraang ship, so it’s probably some sort of alien material.’ 

The object glowed and almost pulsed. It was mesmerizing, one could fall asleep if they stared at it for too long. But Donnie wasn’t going to sleep. Not just yet. 

Now, Donnie should have expected what happened next. It’s rare they get a moment of peace with their family. But, surprisingly, the person that tumbled into their lab with a laugh and a shout was not an orange and green blur. Donnie looked over at the absence of orange for a split second, but immediately turned back when they saw the intruder. Of course he would bother them at this exact moment. 

“Heeeyyy, Stickmaster!! What’s that shiny rock ya got there?” 

Arnold Casey Bernid Jones Junior. The way Donatello got his full legal name is not important. What is important is the fact that he is their greatest rival. In love, in snarky remarks, in machinery, you name it. Except intelligence. They trump him on that topic. But either way, he has no reason to be here, and Donatello had no reason to put up with him. 

“Nothing you need to know about Puckhead, now get out of my lab before I lose a foot up your ass.” Donatello doesn’t move from their spot examining the crystal, not even when they hear a chuckle and a soft “Hot.” come out of Casey. He’s been doing that lately. He’s been.. Flirting. More so than normal. Which in and of itself is a feat, considering the walking pansexual disaster flirts with almost everyone he meets. No, the flirting is not strange. It’s that he’s been flirting with Donatello. An insane thing to hear, Don was shocked the first time they heard any words of romantic affection come from his mouth. But, alas, this is true. It started out small, just little “damn!”s and wolf whistle coming from the human. But it’s been escalating more as of late. Patting their shoulder and giving them a sly smirk, random offhand comments about their attractiveness, a couple sexual innuendos thrown in with their regular banter. Donatello hated it. They hated it so much, they hated the way their face flushed when he got close, hated the way their stomach flipped when he smirked. It was ridiculous, unnecessary, horrible, but somehow the best feeling they’ve ever had. 

“Come on, I just wanna look! Just a little peek?” Casey whines, slumping over Donatello’s shoulder. He was close. Too close. They could feel the warmth emanating from his body, feel the unnaturally loud thrum of his heart, could feel his hot breath on their neck. He was too close. Far too close. They shrug him off the best they can, which resulted in him groaning and spinning their chair, and by proxy, them, to face him. He steps back and crosses his arms, a slight pout on his tan, freckled face. It shouldn’t have been endearing. “Listen, Shit-for-brains, I have work to do. I need to study this.” They turn back, hearing another loud groan come from their ally. 

“Doonniieeeeeee, you’ve been in here for days! That's the whole fukin’ reason I'm in here, Leo told me to come and get ya before she came in to whoop your sorry ass into bed.” Donnie scoffed, of course that was why he was here. Their sister. He would never come in here on his own terms. 

[a small part of Donnie deflated at that last thought. They smack that part of themself upside the head, and focus on ignoring his presence.]

“Well, you can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am. I have been keeping up with my hygiene, and have been eating and drinking properly. There is no reason I should need to leave.” Casey barks out a laugh, pushing Donnie’s tools across the table to lean in front of them. “‘You can tell her that I am just fine staying where I am’” Casey mocks them with a high, nasally voice, adopting a smug, reserved look as he does so. “Bull! When was the last time you went out and ate?” He then yells, reverting back to his regular, loud voice. Donnie shrinks back just a titch at the volume, before scoffing and crossing their arms. “This morning.” They say, pushing the goggles up on their forehead. 

Casey raises an eyebrow. “And what was the date of this, ‘this morning’?” he says, eyeing them suspiciously. Donnie pauses. 

“April 3rd.” 

There's a moment of silence before Casey bursts out laughing again. “April 3rd?!? Dude, it’s the fifth today!” Donnie jumps back at that, rushing to their laptop to check the human’s facts. He was right. HE WAS RIGHT?! Donnie had been cooped up in their lab for two whole days?! They swear it hadn’t been that long! But the universe was against them in this. And apparently was hellbent on making it worse, because Casey then grabbed the crystal. “So, on account of this new realization you have just had,” He said, holding the glowing thing above his head in a ceremonial way, “I am going to confiscate this until further notice.” 

Donnie stood up and shouted, lunging for the crystal. He somehow managed to swerve away from them, laughing and jumping around. “Casey! I don’t know if it’s safe to touch! It could be unstable!” They moved to grab it again, but he was too quick. How was he too quick?! “I dunno don, seems pretty safe to me.” He runs the crystal from the middle of his thigh to the side of his collarbone, smirking the whole time. It pushes up the side of his hoodie for just a moment, putting his hip and lower waist on full display. Casey wasn’t likely to be seen without layers of black clothing, and Donnie was surprised to catch a glimpse of freckled skin before the hoodie fell back down. Apparently Donnie was Immensely tired, because not only was Casey faster than them, that last little trick he pulled was effective in slowing them down even further. They curse themself for being so easily flustered. 

Casey laughed at Donnie’s state, hopping back and forth around them. Crystal in hand, he was literally running circles around them. Donnie continued to try and fail to grab the crystal from him, resulting in the pair entering a sort of dance. Casey came close, Donnie lunged, Casey dodged and barked out a laugh. The crystal seemed to grow brighter in Casey’s grip everytime the two made some sort of contact, illuminating his face in an ethereal way. This was not helping Donnie’s case at all. At some point Casey started dancing around the mutant, his laugh filling the room with joy. Donnie hated it. He came close, grabbed their hand. The crystal grew impossibly bright. He let go, spinning around and around, dragging Donnie with him. Donnie was dizzy and annoyed. This was so ridiculous! He was messing with a potentially dangerous force, with no regard for his safety! And while this was no different than normal, it was endlessly infuriating. To top it off, Casey ended the spin with a dip, holding donnie in one arm and the crystal in the other. He held the crystal far away from Donnie, but the light still managed to reach his eyes. 

There was a moment, a still moment, where everything was calm. Where, for a moment, the light filtered through Casey’s fingers with an unearthly glow. Where, for a moment, Casey’s normally dark eyes seemed to hold an entire galaxy. Where his smile was as big as could be, missing teeth and all. Where his dimples indented his cheeks in a way that perfectly matched the splattering of freckles on his face. Where all the acne scars seemed like stars, light spots scattered across his face. Donnie saw themself in his eyes, along with the galaxy they held. Logically, they know it was just the reflection of light off their goggles. But, for a moment, it seemed as though they were peering into puddles of space. And, for a moment, Casey was just so impossibly beautiful that they could not stand to look at him anymore. 

Thankfully, the moment was ended by the pair being enveloped in white light, forcing them both to close their eyes. 

[With how observant they were, Donnie seemed to miss Casey’s flush as he dodged and weaved, seeming to miss how loud his heart was. They seemed to miss that Casey did not have a galaxy in his eyes, because he was looking at Donnie like they were his whole universe.]

[seancamerons]

Sneak Peek Sunday tagged by: @hydesjackiespuddinpop - thanks for the tag!💗

*Hi it's Brimi, I'm finally doing this. This sneak peek is from an upcoming, within the next couple of minutes fanfiction and work in progress/wip titled: 'Where are you Now?'.

Here goes. ✍

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It was funny because never, not once did she believe she’d permanently reside along Los Angeles and among the stars, the rich upper echelons, the highways and mountains, and Hollywood glory, but the first time she slept so easily feeling that soul connection of being home as if she belonged for the first time. She didn’t have to fight, deny, or lie because no one would believe that she was ever truly happy over there. She almost lost it all being so careless out yonder, wondering and thinking pessimistically drowning, depressed, she feels at ease in the here and now, and she’s so determined to revise some damage in her departure.

She remembered the night before, slow dancing with Sean at Shoney’s bar to the tunes of Eric Clapton, and the magic of that dance, that she felt at peace once again, or close to it,  and all it took was an airplane to be home at the most wonderful of time of the year, to achieve true happiness and bliss, and while it may not last, she’ll never know for sure, she knows one thing, it’s going to suck going back home, saying goodbye once again. This time it’ll be different, she can feel it. Perhaps to Emma, like the old alma mater, where the blue and gold, brave and bold with stories to be told, Degrassi is, and forever more will always be, still her home. 

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Here is the link to the story on fanfiction & a03.

Oh, and I've been tinkering with the idea of using a blog/sideblog or smthn, to also post fics one-shots chapters, accept questions about the chapters and more stuff, or rb my prompt fics and writing too, like a writingblr blog with like that sort of stuff lol, idk it's an idea. I can also do commissions and my reviews on it, who knows, and use this as my personal or something? Idk just an idea again, but something I wanna consider.

tagging: whoever wants to!

[sexydreamgirl]

Heyy Bae~ (I'll try to keep it short)

So..Basically I've been PRESISTING that I've a DF+DB n I live in my DR bc of my perfect SC as I'm GOD ∴ I am who I wanna be!

N for the KNOWING whatever is in 4D leaks in the 3D anyways.

To get desired results I only need to focus on what I like n not what I see here in 3d. So basically I've been living in my imagination. Whenever I think of my desires I close my eyes n look for it in my imagination affirm out n then continue with my day.

So.. it just popped in my head. U know when I pass through mirrors I peek at them expecting results n be like 'oh my it worked! Haha'

So is it wrong? M I still u know lacking or smthn bc u know my affrimation is perfect n so is my belive in the law ( it's like gravity duhh! Focus n get it cause sub n me we both r same) when I look in the mirror m not exactly super dissapointed but maybe a lil 'oh' their n then m like know worries I repeat same (focus on 4D line) + imagine n get the hell out of their.

So m I lacking is it wrong for me to expect when I should know that I'll get it anyways like gravity shit. M just like is it their? Uhh buy aren't my my aff n mindset perfect so.. yeah that's where I doubted n came here.

Lemme know bub what u think. (It's not short hehe)

N tysmmmm!!! My mindset has changed drastically good all bc of ur super long SC post!! Ty love♡♡♡

I think you’re on the right track, what’s important is that you aren’t seeking validation from the 3D because signs follow, not precede :)

[spade-snax]

Okay well, I have some very unfortunate news!

The Shadow Filbo AMV may get deleted? Now, stay with me for a sec

I use Kinemaster on mobile to edit the video, I even showed some sneak peeks on Discord and Instagram. However the app wants to update, but it's not letting me when I try doing that. So I can't update it, and the app doesn't let me use it if it's not updated

Which means I may need to reinstall the whole thing, and I am not sure how it saved WIP projects if it's deleted and installed again. I may try doing some stuff with like, the internal files and try seeing where the video WIP is stored and somehow make a back-up, if that's even possible IF it doesn't keep the WIP over the reinstallation.

And if it doesn't... Well, I'll have to start completely from scratch, which pisses me off as editing takes time and 8 already put HOURS into it and it might just be all gone ofr nothing now.

I may be able to edit it better and differently now, as I got some ideas but I am not sure if I can execute them well in this editing program.

If anyone knows how Kinemaster works if I reinstall it PLEASE PLEASE let me know. I'm not sure how motivated I'd be to keep working on the video I promised to make if it the progress I already made was for nothing.

I really wanted to make smthn for the Bugsnax fandom again, but I guess I won't if this happens.

Well..

If the video isn't save-able I can post the WIP here for all to see, and if I can save it I'll keep working and eventually just show the full video

If anyone knows if I can save it somehow, please let me know

Sorry, this has been a long one, but thanks for reading through this.

[sunsetandshadows]

The First Letter

Hey.  Been a while, huh?

I kinda miss you.  It's weird.  When I see you, I want nothing more than for you to leave me alone.  But then I escape your endless pursuit and I want to see you again.  You're the one constant in my life; even Myla, dedicated as she is, can be fickle.  But I can always trust that you will want to hunt me to the end of the earth, rip me open and leave me bruised and bleeding in hopes that this time, I'll die for real.

I'm not gonna seek you out, of course.  I'm not stupid enough to go looking for the man who wants nothing more than to see me in a puddle of my own black blood.  But a guy can yearn, right?

Yearn.  That's a funny word.  Yearn.  It implies a longing.  And maybe I do long to see you again.  Sue me.  You're easy to read, to be honest.  I can always tell what you're thinking when you're looking at me — you're thinking about how much you want me dead.  I don't have to pry, don't have to put up with endless societal niceties to know what it is that drives you.  I know exactly what you want: me bleeding out in a ditch.

I like that.  I like the consistency.  The dedication.  The sheer drive to "get me gone".  It's cool.

God, I sound lame.  Calling my mortal enemy "cool" and telling him how much I miss him.  I must sound like an absolute tool right now.  But whatever, it's on paper now.  I'm writing with a pen, too, so I can't really erase anything.

Anyway, this should be the first letter you receive from me.  But it won't be the last.  If I'm lucky, I'll stay hidden long enough to send you many more.  I know you'll get this.  Don't bother to write back; I'm probably not gonna get any responses.  Can't take anything back to my hideout anyway.  Safety reasons.  I'm sure you understand.  =)

Miss you!

~ Caden