#just a short thingy

[sukunasbow]

men that eat pussy like they’re starving and you’re their last meal.

your legs are spread wide open as you sit on the edge of your bed, using your hands to hold yourself up as your legs shake with a mix of pleasure and tiredness as he brings you to another orgasm.

he devours you until his jaw aches, sitting on his knees and holding your legs apart. “just one more for me, baby. you can do it.”

dabi, EREN, gojo, jean, SUKUNA, KUROO, + your fav.

[beneathsilverstars]

i went way harder than i needed to drawing this, but i finished it!!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

butterfly Howdy... he must be the prettiest girl at the party.... also so so tired

[beanghostprincess]

headcanon that actually sanji's eyes are each of a different color (like, blue and soft brown kind of very yellowish. heterochromia is beautiful like that) and after the time skip, when he changes his hairstyle, nobody actually notices because after 2 years of not seeing each other of course they wouldn't remember his eye color. and he actually prefers it this way because he can't deal with them laughing about it now.

but then, one night, when usopp and him are on night guard together for the first time in ages (they're both pining idiots and lost the chance to confess when sabaody happened) usopp won't stop staring at him, focused on his eye, specifically. sanji takes a drag of his cigarette and he feels himself getting more nervous by the second. "is the smoke bothering you or-"

"no!" usopp replies a bit too fast, blushing and instantly bringing his hand to the back of his neck, looking around to avoid sanji's face for a while. "i was just thinking..." he takes a deep breath, and goes back to looking at sanji. the cook won't stop thinking about how long the sniper's hair is and the way it gently falls over his shoulders as he speaks. he doesn't even notice usopp's lovesick stare when he speaks. "your eyes. i liked the blue one. reminds me of the sea."

sanji's heartbeat stops for a second there, and he almost chokes on the smoke but covers it with a dry laugh. "so this one isn't pretty enough for your liking, then?" he tries to sound sarcastic and prays for usopp not to notice the way his voice falters with fear.

usopp's eyes are wide open. "of course it is! it's- it's pretty. really... pretty." the sniper feels his body shaking as he tries to fix what he said. they're both acting stupid, blushing and trying not to seem too focused on the other. but it's not like neither of them can hold back from staring at each other. silence comes, and somehow usopp has the courage to smile. "it's just like sand. or gold."

"that's the best metaphor you can come up with, longnose?" he says this as if he wasn't on the verge of tears.

the sniper shrugs his shoulders. "why would you cover one? together they'd be, you know, like the beach. sand, gold, the sea... it's- um- cool."

sanji raises his eyebrow at that, and scoffs as he takes another drag of his cigarette. he doesn't want to finish it that early, or he won't have anything to do with his hands later. "i wouldn't hear the end of it if i did."

"but they're beautiful!" usopp insists. they've been sitting closer and closer.

beautiful.

something inside of sanji breaks after hearing that word, looking up at the night sky for a moment with a bittersweet smile. "well, men aren't supposed to be be-"

"why not?" that catches him off guard. usopp's decisive eyes meet his. the sniper's hand is shaking, but he still makes an effort to touch sanji's hair ever so slightly, thinking twice about it. their faces are so close sanji refuses to smoke in case he burns usopp. "can i?"

sanji looks around for a few seconds, and thinks about refusing. about denying him the chance to see his face completely. to witness what he truly looks like. but he nods, anyway. "you tell somebody about this and i murder you. they haven't noticed yet."

usopp hums at that, a tiny, excited smile showing up on his lips. "because they don't pay attention to you. only an idiot wouldn't be able to notice."

"maybe you pay too much attention to me." and it kind of sounds like 'i don't deserve that you do'.

but usopp finally moves his hair to the side, and the way his breathing twitches says 'you deserve everything. you're everything' and the sniper kind of hopes he hears it. usopp takes a deep breath, letting his other hand travel to sanji's face so he can hold it better. the cook grabs him by the wrist but keeps it there.

they're both shaking.

sanji lets out an embarrassed laugh, something that usopp has never heard coming from him. "not that cool when you see both at the same time, huh? the eyebrows are also-"

"you're gorgeous."

before any of them can panic at usopp's sudden comment, sanji's grip on his wrist tightens. usopp notices, looking down at his lips for a second, going back at his eyes again.

they keep looking at each other for a while, realizing that usopp is kind of almost on top of sanji at this point, and that neither of them wants the other to move away. they just want- need each other closer.

sanji is so overwhelmed by his words he isn't sure of what to say, so he just slides his hand to grab usopp's tightly. beautiful. gorgeous. it's breaking him. it's too much. and yet, he wants more.

"can you- say it again?"

"you're beautiful." he breathes out. "gorgeous. the prettiest person i've ever-"

"oh, shut up!" sanji can't help but laugh at the exaggeration, but usopp is completely serious.

oh, fuck, he's being completely serious. because the sniper is now too close to him, and he isn't smiling anymore. "can i draw you someday?"

and perhaps it's the butt of the cigarette burning his fingertips, but he feels brave enough to lean into usopp. "can you kiss me first?" and it comes out instinctively.

the way the sniper jumps a bit, surprised at his words is endearing enough for the cook to smile right away. "what? yes? yes. of course. yes. yea-"

it's sanji who kisses him.

and he thinks, while all the ashes fall completely on the deck, that he'll keep covering one of his eyes. not because he doesn't think they're beautiful enough to be seen. not because he's ashamed.

he just doesn't want usopp to get used to them. he wants him to draw him and kiss him and hold him like this forever, every time he sees both of his eyes and eyebrows, like the first time. forever. and besides, the sniper is right. the others didn't even notice. perhaps they will after a few more days of being together, but for now?

maybe sanji really, really likes the fact that usopp is the only one that pays this much attention to him.

[mushroominaforest]

can-can u draw human Saint n arti with their humanized designs where Saint does something that makes Arti vaguely flustered. just anything

something like your one drawing of her looking at him with his third eye

I would thoroughly enjoy that :)

Your wish is my command 🫡

[queer-whatchamacallit]

@g3othermal3scapism got my brain working over high school au of them, and I instantly dove headfirst into early 2010’s fashion

So enjoy these little losers, they work minimum wage at a shitty burger place together

[saguaroooo]

Mearly finished my low cost self made enterprise uniform. Just need to get some boots.

Im an ensign for two reasons:

I'm like 17 (like chekov in aos)

I didn't want to buy more golden string

[vaguely-concerned]

sophia seeing cailan's body hanging there when they go back to ostagar, and suddenly all she can see even through the rot and the ruin is just how much he looked like alistair...... :'(

a mental image that totally will not haunt her through alistair's many years on the throne as rebellions and assassination attemps come and go. doesn't send her unhinged and unwise even a little

[likesdoodling]

This was created to express a very not targeted, totally not specific frustration with scammers in general-

*ahem

Mhm. Anyway. Sukuna and Yuji were the best fitting characters I thought of to impersonate this idea, so here we have it. At least I got a comic idea out of my totally not getting scammed-

:)

[lenievi]

First TOS thingie written this year \o/ It was written as mckirk.

prompt: signal

Could be longer, but I really wanted to make it only one hundred words.

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The signal isn’t coming.

Jim grips the fabric of his pants. “Come on, Bones.”

The planet visible on the viewscreen is blue like home. Even now, Jim feels the wave of longing, but it’s quickly drowned by dread and worry.

“Two minutes to the eruption,” Spock says, and Jim holds himself back from snapping.

McCoy’s still on the surface! Doesn’t Spock care?

Uhura’s urgent calls for “Doctor McCoy” are the only sound on the bridge.

“One minute.”

Jim stands, fists clenched, seeing nothing but blue.

A noise in the intercom. “Enterprise?” McCoy. “Three to beam up.”

Jim exhales in relief.

[dragongutsixofficial]

"C'est bien ainsi qu'il vous eût apparu, dans cette soirée du 5 octobre 1628, [...] cherchant à deviner, et fermant sa bouche, éteignant ses yeux de peur qu'on ne le devine, c'est ainsi qu'il vous eût apparu, l'homme sur qui reposaient les destinées de la France, le ministre impénétrable que notre grand historien Michelet appelle le Sphinx Rouge."

"It is exactly how you would have seen him, on the evening of October 5, 1628, [...] attempting to figure it all out, and sealing his lips, banishing the light in his eyes in fear that he would be found out, it is exactly how you would have seen him, the man upon which the fate of France depended, the impenetrable minister that our great historian Michelet called the Red Sphinx."

-Alexandre Dumas, Le Comte de Moret

[articskele]

So guess who just watched The Perfect Pear for the first time in forever and had to do a double take at the nickname buttercup and they're so sweet adndsbfsdhfbs

[bmpmp3]

vocal synths and winter designs

[yuu-kumeii]

No one will hate you more than you hate yourself.  That's what you always knew, something you never fought.  Yet as you walk down that aisle towards Keiji, who stands at the altar, waiting. A familiar heavy feeling resurfaces, a sign that you feel woefully unprepared for what was to come.  What was supposed to be a moment with unfaltering certainty bleeds into a gray scene, muddled with noise.  The grip on your bouquet falters ever so slightly, as if telling you to run away. Back to a place you never wanted to think about, just to escape the pressure and expectation of the eyes that bore into your figure.  Your eyes strain themselves to look forward and that's when you saw it. Your husband-to-be mouthing the words "Are you okay?" with eyes that tell you everything you need to know.  'It's ok to be scared, I won't be mad' 'If you decide to get cold feet, I'll run after you' 'Because if you don't believe you can keep going, know that I'm here to push you forward' And push forward you did, finding yourself in front of him. As he lifted the veil to reveal your pretty dolled up face, you smiled back at him with pride.  You ignore the minister's speech, in favor of reminiscing on the moments that led up to this, every core memory that you both made together.  Because looking into Keiji's eyes, an ocean of gunmetal blue, is what makes you remember...  That yes,  No one will hate you more than you hate yourself.  But that doesn't matter when you find someone who loves you more than the world itself.  "I do"

[tragedykery]

english is so correct for the word “moon” that’s exactly the right word for it. double o for visualising the roundness (x2)! u/ʉ vowel similar to the sound of a wolf howling! & I can’t explain it but a word for moon simply Needs to have a nasal consonant in there, and the english one has not just one, but two of those thangs. my sincerest apologies to other languages but english really wins this one