#later there is so much smooching

[gin-juice-tonic]

I have been wanting/aiming to release the first part of the next bit of the ford sim as a demo again (meaning: it'd probably be like the first 1/3rd of the next day as opposed to the full day) but I'm worried if I do people will be like

"Oh that was it? That was boring!"

[seagullcharmer]

not gonna elaborate

[harbingersecho]

RVBtober 6 > favorite character Colonel Sarge

all rise for the flag 07

[seagull-scribbles]

I got so good at being untrue

[silverselfshippingchaos]

man... this crush is.. certainly something!

[tenojan-in-tevinter]

...yeah inquisition is a pretty damn good game. Even if I hate frostbite engine and ea app 'cause they never want to let me actually play it. Even if there are bears everywhere

[epitomees]

dibs!! you were such an integral part of so much of my rping years and helped me grow as a writer! Making stories with you has always been such a treat and i'm definitely lifting you above my head because-- DIBS

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

((NO NO NO NO!!! I AM UNO REVERSING THIS RIGHT BACK AT YOU BECAUSE YOU LITERALLY DID THE SAME FOR ME!!!

You helped me grow as a writer, you helped me improve my own writing style into what it is today, and you really taught me what makes for a good story. Balance levels between different genres, when to keep things lighthearted or when things get serious, like YOU HELPED SHAPE ME INTO THE WRITER I AM TODAY!! BECAUSE YOU HAVE SUCH A GOOD UNDERSTANDING OF STORY STRUCTURE, HOW TO KEEP DIFFERENT PLOTS ORGANIZED, AND HOW TO WRITE A WELL-WRITTEN CHARACTER THAT'S NOT OVERLY OP!! YOU REALLY HELPED ME OUT A LOT TRISTAN, AND I'M SO GRATEFUL I FOUND AN INCREDIBLE FRIEND LIKE YOU!!!

You are the bees' knees!! I want nothing but good fortune and happiness and GOOD VIBES FOR THE LITTLE FAE CREATURE!!! AND I'M GOING TO SQUIRM OUT SO I CAN WRAP YOU UP IN A BIG OLE HUG AND LIFT YOU OFF THE GROUND!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TRISTAN!!!

[bunnyb34r]

It doesn't matter how many times I hear moonlight sonata used in media to convey depth and tragedy ect, it gets me every time man 😭

[galaxywhale]

been stuck thinking about my ocs meeting this week sooo summary, partly to share and partly to look back on I’m the future and go oh yeah :’)

Finn’s a human warrior recruited as a fighter into (generic organisation with details tbd). He realises it’s actually a shitty organisation and works behind the scenes to undermine it and help people. Eventually things go wrong and Finn flees, ending up hiding and on the run.

Addy and Pey are twin tieflings who left their relatively safe (and boring) life with family to follow in the family history of sailing and adventure. They join the crew of a ship, but a job goes wrong in a way I’m still working out and they also end up on the run

Finn’s hiding in a random barn

Addy and Pey arrive at the barn, also with the intention of hiding

Pey hears something (Finn) and assumes he’s a threat, gets Addy to hide and sneaks in to deal with the threat

Finn hears her and also assumes a threat so he fights (and understandably! He just got attacked by a random tiefling!) and knocks her over then attempts to run away

Addy whacks him with a lute as he runs past and subdues him, and then makes it very clear to Pey that she needs to accept that Addy is capable of defending herself and she needs to stop babying her, especially bc she’s only like 10 minutes younger than her

They talk, realise none of them is a threat to the others, Addy and Finn make a deal to travel together bc safety in numbers

Pey isn’t impressed but her sister makes it clear this is what’s happening

Finn also isn’t impressed bc he doesn’t trust them but it seems like the safest option

They all slowly learn to trust each other and become friends <3

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Hi today. Things happened. Good lord (positive)

[horce-divorce]

hi I'm sad!

[tetsuskei]

“have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday?” his sudden question draws you from your concentration on your tablet, idlely playing some fighting style gacha game you’d downloaded thanks to a friend’s recommendation.

you quirk a brow, a little confused by childe. either he was genuinely asking or he was trying to make conversation. at this point, your birthday is months away - hell, his birthday has barely passed so where did this come from? when you lift your eyes from your tablet to the ginger, you find that his striking blue eyes are already on you.

“where’s this coming from?” you mumble out into the still air that fills the apartment and not long after, childe shrugs and breaks the tension with a small, warm laugh that you can’t help that smile at. he really is unpredictable sometimes but you’d seen that coming a long time ago.

“mmh, no reason at all,” he grins but there’s a mischievous sparkle in those ocean-like eyes that you don’t fail to notice as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, “how’s the game?”

“it’s good, i like the character designs…” your voice trails off not long after you start talking. you begin to genuinely think about childe’s question; what did you want to do for your birthday? you hadn’t really given it much thought. after all, aren’t birthdays kinda repetitive?

ah, well. i guess you’ll have to tell him another day, there’s plenty of time.

that time passes quick and childe doesn’t mention your upcoming birthday anymore. a nagging feeling in your chest tries to convince you that he’d potentially forgot about it but you knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. childe was so observant in everything and everyone, it was hard to get anything by him even if he acts coy.

babysitting teucer had become a regular routine for the pair of you ages ago. with his parents working and his siblings fighting their footing academically, childe was more than willing to spend twenty-four hours with his youngest brother and when you see those sparkling blue eyes resemblant of a taller, slightly cockier ginger, you can’t say no either.

“big sis risu!” teucer exclaims, a wooden toy in his hand. it’s some kind of machine from a kids show that was mainstream at the moment, being childless meant you hadn’t really given the kids shows these days much thought. your memory only serves you to remember what you grew up watching anyways. god that was a long time ago, almost twenty-three years now.

you’re snapped back to reality by the young boy’s excited grin. he’s always been happy to see you. he says that you make ajax happy and you really hope that’s true. the man himself knows it’s true, the reality of his little brother’s words when he sees you kneel to meet eyes with teucer, that beautiful smile on your face and the warmest of personalities.

tick tock, tick tock. every second matters and childe hasn’t stopped watching this damn clock. it’s the eighth of november and he’d finally convinced you to take a long hot bath - courtesy of himself, of course. he’d shower you in affection to the last second, from running the bath to adding bubbles and lighting candles.

you’d muse in telling him that your birthday was almost an hour away. he’d reassure you that this bath was to keep you awake until midnight, like you’d both promised each other. in the time you’d been in the bath trying not to prune your skin, childe had pulled every arm and leg decorating your shared apartment.

these months had been meticulous, full of planning and secrecy that childe had struggled to keep underwraps. there was an itinerary for the ninth of november, one he was going to be particular about following to every last detail; the breakfast at your favourite café, a walk in the park with teucer (he’d begged and childe couldn’t resist,) lunch wherever you wanted and your choice of what you want to do in the afternoon. so long as he could get you to a high vantage point but sundown, letting him see you in a golden glow that displays just how ethereal he sees you as daily.

it’s midnight by the time you sneak back out of the bedroom in one of his shirts. sneaky, he thinks with a grin on his face he can’t conceal. even now, blue eyes trace every detail, freckle, spot, flaw and crevice of your body and drinks it into memory.

“happy birthday, baby.” his arms open wide, welcoming you into his chest as you come closer and allow him to wrap them tight around you. he breathes in the familiar scent of your hair products, you’re engulfed in his cologne and the faint smell of the dinner you’d had earlier.

twenty-three years of you existing on this earth, huh? childe could almost choke up at how much you’d grown as a woman since you’d got together. he intended to see even more, until his last dying breath.

— and finally, happy birthday to my darling risu. i hope this day is everything you ask for and more and if not, i’ll be sure to make sure next year is even better. have a fantastic day, angel. lots of love, mother ana ♡

me after reading this:

[stunie]

if u wanna add more than ten photos u can add them on the desktop version of tumblr!!!!!! it allows 30 pics to be uploaded i think ^^

STOP IT!!!! it does?!?!

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

[timmydraker]

Tim begins to distance himself from his family after Damian becomes Robin.

It was obvious in the way he ran off to rescue Bruce, but that was more of a physical thing at the end of the day. He was desperate and had lost any kind of safety net and support he had after Dick threatened Arkham and how badly he hurt Alfred with his instance that Bruce was alive.

Either way he was going to get Bruce back, if not because he felt like he was an aimless, nothing human being without Batman then there was that he wanted to be believed.

Then Dick handed over Robin to Damian who at that point genuinely despised Tim, though there was also a level of jealously in the young Wayne’s mind at the intelligence and analytical Tim.

It was then that Tim decided he would bring Bruce back and then do his own thing, outside of Robin and outside of Batman.

He clearly had done his job hadn’t he? Sure Bruce was dead, but Dick was acting as Batman and that Batman had a Robin, so his reasoning for being Robin was extinguished.

Tim brings Bruce back and the older man praises and thanks him for several days and then, like everything else, the attention moves away. It goes to him connecting with Damian on a vigilante level and catching up on the last several months of him being ‘dead’. It goes to Jason who, now that he’s lost his foster father has decided that maybe he could try a little harder after all.

It goes to everyone and anyone other than Tim and this time? That’s actually the plan.

Tim isn’t as good of a hacker as Barbara, but she’s basically a god at it so compared to others he might as well be master level, just not against her. This he uses to shift around peoples schedules so Alfred has no choice but to let him go to school on his own (Tim may have also invented an early morning ‘club’ that was totally legit and not at all a fabrication). He makes it so when Dick is over or Jason takes the rare opportunity to visit he had to work at WE or DI, something important he can’t neglect.

He never has to walk Ace or Titus because he’s busy with his team mates.

Team mates who think he’s busy helping out Batman.

Tim still does work as a hero, but it’s entirely through his businesses after a while. A few times he has no choice but to go out in a boring black suit with a full face mask and hoodie. It’s got nothing on it, no symbols or gadgets. Nothing to connect him to anyone.

He starts with the homeless, dishing out vaccines like candy without even doing a campaign to showcase it.

Then he changes Bruce’s rather naive approach to orphanages and makes it so every single child who is put through is given a small amount of funding. He makes it so kids have more chance to stay with siblings, makes sure everyone who even so much as enters the ground of a orphanage have a real background check and sure the adoption rate drops, but so does the missing kids and DV cases.

Tim steals over fifty million from people like Luther and Penguin and all kinds of corrupt rich assholes for the majority of the funding and not even a cent of it is traced back to Wayne or Drake businesses. Whiles he’s digging into Lex be manages to get enough evidence to put a sizeable dent in his reputation, even if Lex manages to smooch a fair bit of it back.

He’s manages to take out a large sized trafficking ring and helps get the victims into a real recovery home that he hand picks out security for.

Later, as in a few days afterward, he discovers a dog meat farm and everyone medical veterinary student suddenly finds themself free of student loans and debt and with multiple work opportunities available and volunteer work being down right pleased for.

Tim knows he’s being noticed but given that he basically lives in his office in the heart of the city, he isn’t there to hear his old teammates and ‘family’ talk about the mysterious Dread.

Dread who was named that after a report came out about a theory of an unknown hacker or ‘cyber vigilante’ who was stealing money and information from rich folk and giving it to the poor, giving all of the 1% dread that he would hit them next.

The exact quote was ‘Those with money deeper than their pockets dread the hackers next moves. And they should feel that dread as a warning for this Robin Hood like legend seems to be getting braver.’

Dick was sure the hacker would have been called Robin if he hadn’t chosen that name already, to which Barbara responded with grumbles and growl because she couldn’t find anything other than holes and traps left by the hacker. It was like they knew her every move before she even made it!

Tim, obvious to his growing reputation until it fully took off, hadn’t even considered that his actions would be framed a threat by Batman. He would say it was because he didn’t think Bruce would ever really target him like that, but in actuality it’s because he knew Bruce was one of the few good rich folk. Surely he would be on the side of a secret vigilante hacker trying to use horrible people to do good? He embraced Dread quickly and was happy he make the rich squirm and brought a sense of hope to people, it was just like Robin but instead of them being safe and given light they were given a peace of mind in a mix of revenge and justice.

What Tim doesn’t know is that Bruce is still too far into his whole image of black and white, good and evil, that he tends to forget there’s grey areas.

At least Jason is on the side of Dread, even if he still thinks the myth of a story is just that, a myth.

It’s when Tim blows up a bank when everyone has gone home for the night just so people will find the underground money ring that and he visits the manner to get a few things that he hears them talking about it.

By that point it’s been around two years since he dropped Robin and as usual Dick always greets him with a look of a desperate puppy, “Tim! Hi, you’re here. I haven’t seen you in months, how have you been?”

Tim smiles at Dick even if he hasn’t gotten over his anger at his oldest brother and moves to sit at the breakfast table with everyone (Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Damian).

“Good. Busy, we’ve had a lot of donations lately.”

Jason snorts, “No shit. Isn’t Wayne Enterprise one of the few ones not hit by Dread?”

Bruce grumbles and shakes his head, “I wouldn’t say that. They’ve managed to get into our system and completely changed the Jason Project.”

Jason grins and laughs happily, “you mean improved! Crime Ally is doing great now. Not the best, but still a fuck of a lot better.”

Smiling at the man who once beat him to an inch of his life, Tim takes a sip of his tea and casually says, “You’re welcome.”

The whole table goes quiet as Tim continues to casually sip his tea.

The silence carries for a total minute before Bruce puts down his cup and leans forward with a slight growl in his voice, “Explain.”

“Explain what?”

Bruce stands over his son even from halfway down the table and very obviously tries to calm himself with a deep breath, “What do you mean ‘you’re welcome’?”

Tim makes an ‘oh’ expression before cocking his head to the side in confusion, “I was the one who fixed the Jason Project? Wait, did you guys not realise I’m Dread?”

Damian shouts out a ‘what?!’ That makes Titus jump and Tim laughs under his breath, “What did you think I was doing?”

“Running the business! Not stealing from people and black mailing politicians!”

It’s Tim’s turn to growl now and he stands up himself with a glare at Bruce that is as close as any of them have gotten to the famed Bat-Glare, “Are you fucking kidding me? Like are you a Tully kidding me with that horse shit?”

Bruce looks stunned and Alfred doesn’t even tell him not to swear.

Tim slams his chair into the table.

“What the fuck else would I be doing, Bruce? I’m not Robin, that was taken from me, so what else was I gonna do? I finished my job, not only keeping you from killing anyone but bringing you back, so I had do pick something else. I’m not stealing from the rich, I’m stealing from selfish cunts who ruin peoples lives for no reason and giving it to people like Jason. So, don’t you fucking yell at me and don’t try to make me feel bad for this, not when I’ve done more in two years than you ever have and- don’t you fucking speak Dick, not when you were the one who took my place here away from me! Now, I have a trafficking ring I need to expose so good. Fucking. Day.”

Jason is the only one who follows him.

[daisynik7]

When Nanami gets jealous, he gets mean. 

One day, you’re checking out at your favorite bakery, chatting with one of the new employees you just met the other day. Nanami stands beside you, already eyeing the poor guy suspiciously, sliding his arm around your waist, as if to make it even more apparent that the two of you are together. Still, this goes unnoticed; the man says something flirty, along the lines of I made this bread special for you today, I hope you enjoy it. He seals his fate by giving you a brazen wink, and you’re surprised that Nanami manages to keep his cool, though you can feel him tense up next to you. Before he can say anything, you pay quickly, grabbing your baked goods, fleeing the scene with your husband fuming silently in tow. 

The following week, when you suggest going to the same bakery the next morning for breakfast, Nanami is especially enthusiastic when he agrees. It doesn’t strike you as odd, until later that night. 

You’re cuddling in bed, and as usual, you both start getting handsy with each other. He slips beneath your top, flicking his thumbs against your perked nipples. His mouth grazes your neck, licking at your pulse points. You giggle, ticklish at the sensation, but then he nips at your skin with his teeth, immediately sucking on the spot hard. You whine his name, squirming at the sting. “Nanami!” 

“What is it, sweetheart?” His mouth is hot on your ear, one hand trailing down between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your panties. “You don’t like it?”

You do, of course, so you say, “I do like it. Just…no hickies. We’re seeing people tomorrow.” You’re referring to your friends, who you’re meeting for dinner. But Nanami has someone else in mind. 

“But that’s exactly why I want to,” he growls, sucking on your neck again, making his mark on you. “Everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

And how can you deny him when he’s being so fucking naughty right now, slipping his fingers inside you, grinding his body against yours, leaving more love bites on your neck and across your collarbone. When he gets on top of you, folding you into a mating press, pounding his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, you can’t help but notice his gaze flitting to the hickies he’s left on your skin. His pace increases, marveling at his pretty little slut imprinted by his kisses.

Even that is not enough. No, he has to mark you up in every way possible. After he fucks you into three orgasms, clit swollen and rubbed raw by his thumb, he’s ready to bust. He pulls out of you abruptly, dropping your legs back onto the bed, crawling up to straddle your chest. He strokes his cock in his fist as you watch him, moans pouring out of your drooling mouth, hungry for it. It doesn’t take much longer for him to shoot his load onto you, painting your love bites in his pearly white cum.

The next morning at the bakery, you greet the employee, Nanami beside you with a small grin on his face. It takes a minute of idle chit-chat for the man to notice, pointing at his own neck to ask, “Are those...?”

Before you can answer, your husband slides his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, smirking at the employee. “Ah, well, I made these special for you last night, I hope you enjoy it.” Nanami gives you a loud smooch on the cheek, grabs the pastries, and leads you out the door, leaving the man too stunned to speak and you with your face buried in your hands, mortified.