#like if yall wanna….. lmk

[urpaperboy]

tbh Art Telephone with the moots would be so cool and funny to do

[gooseloaf]

THIS ONES FOR KADOWUS NATION!!! [except for one of you you know who you are] OLD MAN YURI 🔥🔥🔥

[louscurls]

High Potential - Season 1 Episode 1 Opening Scene

[inklore]

★.— a lil fic wips post ༘⋆

aka what’s coming over the next few weeks!

lay back — modern au, qimir x reader x yao, they get high, they fuck nasty, that’s it that’s the plot, double pen going on, ones mean ones needy, like what more could someone want

cyber secrets — modern au, yandere!qimir, best friends to lovers with a slightly dark twist, camgirl!reader, ���they don’t deserve to look at you so i killed them’ vibes (poss. miniseries)

regardless — modern au cause i’m on a roll with them, businessman!qimir who also might be a little dark and corrupt, exes to lovers, angst to the freaking max, tension, he literally makes his men stalk her so yandere a bit, freak nasty things happening, bad guy soft for her (possible miniseries)

is it a crime — carmy x reader x luca, messy relationships, threesomes, angst, she’s boning one of them and then the other and then both at once wow good for her, set after s3, literally reader and luca being a calm for the storm that is carmy

pretty when you cry — stepbro!patrick zweig, darkish in the sense that both him and reader are fucked up, toxic relationships all around, public smut (possible series)

[dilfhos]

#!WHO; SUKUNA. GOJO. TOJI.

#!CC; fem!reader, spitting, dubcon? (you struggle to swallow it. girl same.) degradation

+this is so lazy but i needed to just write something new. now i can get back to the canva assignment thats been staring at me for like 2 hrs. edit l8er

for someone who recoils at the sight of puckering lips and the white, slimy substance that follows, you sure like it an awful lot when fingers are digging into cheeks and the disgusting sentence is uttered;

“open your mouth.”

Sukuna only rolls his tongue out, letting the spit gather on it’s surface like a dog as he drools into your mouth. his lips are upcurved, a wicked grin on his face as he watches your tongue twitch when it falls. the demon’s spit mixes with your own and your tongue pulsates as you struggle to swallow. you shudder but your cunt tightens wonderfully around his fat cock like a vice. His hand comes down to tap against your clit, before rubbing circles, his pace brutal.

“what a disgusting little whore I have, hm?”

as Gojo’s thrusting into you with finesse, his dazzling features are your sole focus if not the girth stretching your greedy pussy. his thumb flicks against your sensitive clit, hip bones snapping against your ass as you’re fisting his sheets. his eyes then shimmers with something devious. eyes flickering down at his lips, you watch as he opens his mouth, a small gather of foamy wetness at the tip.

“Ah?” you obliged instinctively, compelled by his coo and precise stroke and whimpering as he gripped your chin gently. the sound of his ptoo hits your ears the same as his taste spreads on your tongue. you moan, gazing deeply into his eyes before he’s kissing you, strokes deepening with a a groan.

“…”

Toji doesn’t ask. he just kisses you, his grip firm, not tight, on your jaw. your eyes are shut and he thinks it’s precious until he’s thrusting saliva in your mouth, his tongue lashing against yours as it mixes. his grip tightens when your eyes snap open, brows furrowing in small panic as you instinctively tense. but when you’re suddenly moaning and practically sucking his digits into your sopping cunt like that, it makes him wanna do it again. toji’s thick fingers keep a steady pace thrusting into your drooling hole but he’s added his thumb to your sensitive clit, a lazy but necessary attempt at making you melt in his lap. when he pulls away, he licks the drool on his lips as your twitch in his grasp.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty, all messy-like,”

dilfos. do not reupload or plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[otrtbs]

wait do yall have months/days/times you associate with yourselves??

for example i’m january/thursday/10pm

[prizmpaws]

i realized that my heart shaped button maker is perfect for making ship pins so now i’m doing all of the main hatchetfield ships and uh. couldn’t stop myself at just one paulkins design

[kheprriverse]

Did I ever tell y’all Tekoha has kids? Idr tbh but I'm doing that now lol

They’re twins; Tefke and Safiya!

More info in the tags ↓

[lemonwisp]

Okay but seriously what is up, Owen not being nominated, in no interviews. The original ep 5 being cut etc

[the-star-and-the-smols]

Feeling small

This is essentially just me writing g/t comfort for myself involving my sizeshifter s/i (Cass, she/they) and Sean because I'm a nerd who likes to be comforted by big Irish outlaw okay

Basically the first time he encounters me smal

(completely sfw! Just fearplay, a bit of angst, fluff and comfort :))

All it took was a few words, making my head feel thick, sending a chill through my veins. I found myself dwindling in the worst place I could possibly imagine: Van Der Linde camp. I ducked behind the tents as my stature escaped me, feet becoming inches within seconds, my little legs running as fast as they can carry me onto the shore of Flat Iron Lake. At that moment, I felt the desire to just bury myself under the dirt and hope for some quick and painless mercy.

"Cass! W-where'd ya go?"

I heard him calling out for me.

"Cass? Mary-Beth, have you seen Cassie?"

"I'm afraid not, Sean. Why?"

"We were just chattin', and she just... ran off!"

"I'm sure she'll come around, Sean. Just give her some space."

"But.." He sighed. "I'm real worried about her. I think she was cryin'. I just... wanna make sure she's okay."

My lungs ached. I heaved, panted, gasped as I collapsed onto the ground, a mixture of sand and dirt. I desperately tried to ground myself enough to stay conscious.

Steady. Steady. Breathe.

With no clue of what to do or where to go, I attempted to right myself long enough to get bearings on my situation, standing on wobbly knees. Luckily this part of camp was quiet in the evenings, less of a chance to get trampled.

Thump. Thump.

Oh no.

My knees buckled as I fell to the earth once again, trembling. Stop trembling. Stop it. You're making it worse.

My legs weren't working anymore; they'd long been tired out from sprinting and the panic that seeped through them.

Thump. Thump.

My vision doubled. I grabbed at my hair, clawed at my skin, anything to get me awake from this nightmare. My lungs felt like popped balloons, the ground quaking beneath me with each gargantuan step.

Thump. Thump.

"What the fuck?"

I dared to look up, his once unintimidating form now stretching far above me like a tower, growing smaller in the distance. I felt the world spin as I looked upon his face, etched with concern and awe, bent over above me, what felt like dozens of feet high.

"That you, Cass?"

His voice boomed all around me, the slight shuffling of his feet against the ground like tremors. I swallowed hard. God, what was he going to do? What was he going to say? What was he thinking? Horrific images flashed through my mind uncontrollably; I was completely at his mercy. Memories of being chased after, mishandled, dehumanized.

I nodded slightly, not daring to make eye contact.

He slowly lowered himself to his knees, the impact making me wobble.

"It's alright. I just wanted to check on ya. You okay?"

I shook my head, staring at his hands, watching their every movement. as his hands slowly reached out toward me, I flinched, stumbling back, getting a view of his face. How sympathetic he looked right now, mouth slightly agape, hands pulling back in surrendered position.

"I-I won't hurt ya, I promise! I just want a good look at ya, please. Make sure yer not hurt."

I couldn't break away from those eyes. His irises were magnificent pools of green, the whites of his eyes slightly reddened with emotion. I could almost detect tears pooling at the corners. I couldn't run from them forever.

"'Course, if-if ya don't want to-"

"Okay," I responded, sighing up at him. "Just... Just be gentle with me, please. I'm fragile right now..."

He pursed his lips.

"Of course I will."

He reached out again with one hand, this time more slowly, holding it in front of me with slightly curled fingers. I attempted to stand, pushing myself up with my hands, turning over onto hands and knees. Shoe making contact with dirt, I pushed against the ground, my leg wobbling, feeling my knee buckle under the pressure.

I couldn't do it.

"My legs are all worn out," I managed to choke out, trying to hide the desperate whimpers that come with my sobs.

"Tha-That's okay,"

he spoke in an almost whisper.

"Just- could I pick you up?"

Seeing no other choice, I nodded.

"Here, let me just..."

Fingers thick as logs reached around my small form, delicately gripping at the sides of my waist, firm but soft. I felt myself being lifted a few inches above the ground, and another hand came to lay flat below me as I was lowered onto it, my legs coming to rest in a cross shape as I sat down on the dip of his palm, the squishy flesh surrounding me comfortably. The hand cupped around me, fingers curling over me as I felt my platform rise.

Wind thrashed against me, whipping at my hair and coiling in my ears with a strange sound as he rose to his feet. I steadied myself with my hands on the soft of his palm, finding a certain comfort with the sensation. He cupped his other hand over me, shrouding me in darkness. The rays of the moon crept between his fingers, dancing across my miniscule form and the living floor and walls that embraced it. With each step he took, a soft boom and a small quake. I appreciated the security he offered me, though I wished I could see where he was taking me.

"You're goin' to be okay."

I was taken by surprise, noticing the gentle, deep rumble of his voice through his hand as he cooed softly. Knowing he couldn't see me, I gave his hand a gentle pat to let him know I appreciated the sentiment.

I sensed us nearing our destination as he turned around, and my platform shook one final time as he sat, gently lifting his hand away, exposing his face.

"There now, that ain't so bad, right? I need to get a good look at ya, make sure this ain't another one o' them weird dreams I keep havin'."

He cupped his other hand next to the one I occupied, lifting me up close to his face. Every detail was so massive, so all-encompassing, so.. beautiful. Piercing eyes with dilated pupils looked down upon me, studying with an intense curiosity.

"So tiny,"

he whispered, almost in disbelief, his whiskey breath washing over me.

I backed up slightly, trying to take everything in. Though he'd done well in trying to comfort me, the intensity of his gaze really didn't make me feel any better; I braced myself for crude remarks or rough mishandling.

"Why didn't ya tell me you could shrink, too?"

I hesitated to come up with a straightforward answer for him; instead I thumbed at his flesh, my eyes averted to the calm lake beyond, grounding myself with the sound of the water as it gently lapped against the shore.

"Please, talk to me,"

he almost whimpered.

"It-it's just something I can do, same with me being able to grow. I didn't tell you because I know what people can be like when they see a weak spot in someone."

He adjusted his elbows, brow furrowing.

"How do ya mean?"

"Well," I sighed. "Let me put it this way. People ain't always what they sell themselves to be. Or they're all friendly, they hide the part of them that's cruel and sadistic until they find your Achilles' heel. Then they change, and they aren't so friendly anymore, now they've got something they can wound you with, to use to keep you in line."

I try to keep eye contact with him as I tell him. He nods.

"I see what ya mean, Cass... Really, I do,"

he told me earnestly.

"But I swear on me life, I wouldn't dare hurt a hair on yer head, long as I live. I ain't that kinda person. And don't worry about none o' them folks in camp. I won't tell a soul,"

he reassured slowly, hushed. There was more than a tinge of vulnerability in his speech, that distinct Irish twang becoming more pronounced with his emotions.

"Thanks," I replied. "Please don't."

He shuffled his hand underneath me slightly, leaning his head further in to be closer to me.

"You're safe with me. Don't you worry. I'll take care of ya."

His hand cupped around me in a comforting gesture. Before I could think, I found myself instinctively leaning into the flesh, plush and warm. I felt his pulse through his palm against my back, grounding and somewhat intimate, in a way that felt pure and genuine.

"I got an inklin' you didn't make yerself so little on purpose,"

he admitted earnestly.

"Tell me, what happened?"

I felt the skin on my arms go cold as he asked me. I didn't want to tell him it was him that made me upset. Looking up at those huge puppy dog eyes, raw with emotion, I felt as though I just wouldn't be able to bear the utterance.

But lying direct to those eyes would only hurt worse.

"Truth is, Sean, just in the moment, somethin' you said... I guess... rubbed me the wrong way."

As the words escaped my lips, they hung on the air, imbuing it with a surreal thickness. I didn't know what to expect. In truth, I trusted Sean, but there was something deeper, more sinister inside me that taunted me with a chilling imagery of crushed bones, bruised skin and cruel laughter as I waited painfully for his response.

He sighed, warm breath meeting my skin.

"Ah, Cass, I'm so sorry. I was jus' jokin', tryin' to give you a laugh. I didn't think I was gonna hurt ya. If I had, I woulda said nothin' at all. "

"And I'm sorry... Sorry I ran away instead of just being honest about it."

"You can always be honest with me. I understand. I just... I like to make ya laugh and smile. I love it when ya smile. In the moment, makes me heart feel lighter, it does."

He chuckled quietly, a sudden thumb on my shoulder sending chills through me, making me jump. His thumb retreated as he studied my expression with worry. I couldn't help but smile up at him, hinting at him to continue with the gesture, to which he complied.

"I... I like it when you smile too. I like to see you happy. But you don't have to be happy all the time for my sake, y'know."

"I know."

I laughed half-heartedly, tracing the lines in his palm with my finger. "Bet it was quite a surprise, findin' me like this."

"I'd say so,"

he chuckled lightly.

"If I'd've known it, I would've watched me bloody step! Sorry if I scared ya there, by the way."

"'S okay. You're making up for it now, I think." I grinned, placing a hand on his thumb, taking notice of every groove in his thumbprint.

He froze, his eyes growing wider.

"Woah..."

He wiggled his thumb back and forth slightly, my hand still steady in place. We both giggled, my platform quaking slightly. It was surreal, being able to share a moment like this with him at this size. It felt a lot more... homey than I'd anticipated.

"So, when do ya think you'll be able to grow big again?"

"Don't know. I can't control my emotional shrinking that well, either. Might be a while before I get the strength to grow back again. I'll have to recuperate."

"Well then, in the meantime, what's say we go and get you some food, then, eh? Sound good?"

"Oh, that sounds divine. What sort of goodies are we talkin' here?"

"Fruits and cheeses and wines, only the finest for my lovely wee lassie Cassie!"

His tone got bolder and more playful, gesturing with his free arm.

"Oh, you!" I groaned with a grin, banging a fist against his palm playfully. I loved hearing my name come from his lips, especially in some stupid silly affectionate rhyme.

"Dunno where I'll put ya."

He scanned his clothes for a secure spot to place me.

"Don't have any pockets on me. Except..."

He turned to look at the back of his jeans.

"No," I sternly replied, trying not to laugh but failing miserably.

"Fair enough,"

he laughed along.

"Wanna ride on me shoulder?"

"Sounds good!" I replied, the warm feeling of butterflies in my gut rising as he grinned at my response, familiar and intense. So long as it was with him, I didn't feel so small after all.

(might write more onto this l8r. No proofreading babey we suffer our mistakes like men)

[velarisdusk]

hi hello tw i have a question regarding knives, blood, uhhh torture, smut

... how much torture is too much torture for a smut fic............... like you couldn't get stabbed in the thigh (NON LETHAL AREA, SHALLOW, NO ARTERIES) and then be brought to orgasm like 15 minutes later, right.......? would you be able to suspend your disbelief for something like this.........?

[kaiserkisser]

can someone nice (!!) please please please adopt me im begging you im requesting you (huge word vomit and vent in tags, pls dont read if u dont want to!! and if you don't want this stuff on this blog PLS lmk!! i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy! )

[pocketponii]

Could you draw Toki hugging the band members and their reactions? :]

I love drawing portraits although I'm not great at drawing bodies and poses, but I really like metalocalypse

Man…i need a hug rn!

[rouge-the-bat]

once i get a blu ray reader so i can rip the frames of all the yyh episodes, im planning to upload them onto.. probably google drive? and maybe post all the frames on tumblr (on a side blog) over time too

trying to think what my tagging system would be... id like to try to categorize a lot of stuff, like what episode a frame is from, what characters are in it, maybe location, note when its scenery-only... MAYBE mark different outfits characters wear?? idk. what would yall think would be some good categories of tags i should use?

edit: i went ahead n started the blog, tho i wont be posting on it until i can get a blu ray reader and get some programs set up to rip the frames (which will hopefully be soon!). ill be posting all the frames over on @reikai-records

[glitchyko]

It’s starting to dawn on me that I’ve just been drawing just lmk art for so long that it’s all I think of to draw, even though I want to draw different things, characters, and stuff that isn’t just sketches of characters in a void and such-

[kairithemang0]

Ok but what if I actually rewatched spies are forever? And I didn't just talk about it? And I actually watched the show?