#might delete this but I dunno

[dreamyintersexouppy]

i'm going as a milk covered pair of udders this halloween, do you like it?

💗f*nsly💗

[cokoweee]

Work really messed with my train of thought which is why it seems this is sooooooo…..out of place

Think of it as a time-lapse I supossseee.god my brain is mush. My bad y’all’s

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[troubldteenz]

some art things on pintrest I wanted to do

I had a better version of the last one but he was in a location near my house and I do not want to be doxed💔

[suja-janee]

I don’t really take them too seriously but here’s (almost) all my kny ocs that aren’t fan children of the hashira or any of the main cast.

I know kny takes place during the taisho period in Japan so most of my characters being of mixed race makes little sense but the way I see it, if Mitsuri can have pink and green hair or practically half of the hashira have blue/ purple highlights in their hair- then there’s no issue making them mixed 🤷‍♀️

I dunno, I think some folks on insta take this too seriously

[sketchy--akechi]

2/2

[chiricat]

souyuri (again)

[art-from-the-gabe]

when your OTP can do it all

[lynayru]

Just messing around with some ideas. I feel a bit self conscious about sharing something this rough but I haven’t posted much of anything for a while, sorry. This was intended to be more of a sketch blog anyway so it shouldn’t matter.

[circescircle]

Promise Me

An Adam x Reader Drabble

A. N. - This is a prologue to my Adoration fic I’m gonna hopefully post soon. I felt like this was going to be too long so I’m making it into two parts. Anyways, here’s sad Adam.

You don’t really know what happened to your boyfriend. He came back from the extermination, texting you a quick ‘Be home in 20’ instead of the usual ‘Get ready for a fuckathon, bitch’ (What a charmer) Then Lute texted you with a ‘Lost Siz. Adam’s upset.’

Sizzor, one of his newer girls, was like a daughter, or niece, really, to him. He would come home bragging about how she takes after him, how she’d make a great general after he works with her, then how anyone would be great if they worked with him because he was the best. That was the Adam that came home to you every day.

So, when he draped himself over you as you were making his ribs in an attempt to cheer him up, you were ready for him to grab SOMETHING. Instead, he just nuzzled into your neck, arms around your waist, and… stood there. He took a deep breath before mumbling into your skin, “Hi.”

‘Hi.’ That was new.

“Hi,” you tentatively kissed his head, a hand coming up to his hair. His hair, because his mask was off, discarded on the couch along with his main robe. “You hungry?”

“I dunno,” another mumble. He kept his face buried in your neck, wings slightly curling around you at this point.

“I can’t move with your wings, Adam.”

He held them out wider, but still around you both. He pressed gentle kisses along your neck as his hand held your flush against him, “Can we go to bed?”

That made you pause. Adam would normally pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and bring you to the room. You glanced at the food, having just finished. “Okay, let me just put this away for later.” You got a quick kiss on the shoulder in return. He didn’t let go, though, which made it rather difficult to grab everything…

—

“Thank you.”

That made you pause. The soft voice, the tired look, the damn near whine in his throat. You grabbed his face, running your thumb over his cheek, “Thank you for what, baby?”

“I dunno,” he mumbled as he kissed your palm, a hand running up your back, “For staying with me.” He shifted you a bit to make you straddle his lap, his back against the headrest, as he curled around you. His wings made a cocoon around you both, the feathers tickling your skin.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He let out a rather broken laugh, “I’m an asshole. I know I am.” He nuzzled back into your neck, holding you a bit tighter, “You’re too… Damnit, you’re too perfect. We’re in Heaven for fuck’s sake. I know ‘everyone’s equal under God’, but you’re not. You’re… you’re so good and I’m… I’m not.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you grabbed his face again, “Where is this coming from? What happened?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled, pulling away from you and hiding again, “Just… don’t let me push you away. Please. I need you, baby.” He moved along your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses as he held you to his chest.

“I-“ you shivered, instinctively tilting your head, “I won’t let you push me away, baby. But I-“

“Promise,” his hand moved to your ass, squeezing as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Promise me you won’t leave me, too,” he nipped at your collarbone, tugging at your shirt, “I can make you feel so good. I swear. You just gotta let me, babe.”

“Adam, I won’t-“

“Promise me,” he looked up, giving you puppy eyes that rivaled even the worst ASPCA ads. “Please promise me.”

You paused before cupping his face, “Okay. I promise.” He didn’t bother responding, only pulling you in for a desperate kiss. If this wasn’t Heaven, you’d have thought you were dying with how distraught he looked. When you pulled away, he leaned forward, chasing your lips. “Adam, I need you to calm down. What’s wrong?” You ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his face.

He hesitated, leaning into you as he closed his eyes. He sighed, pulling your hand to his cheek, “I- Fuck, I’m sorry. I just…”

“Is it about Siz?”

He paused, hiding behind your palm. Which was difficult considering his hand alone was far bigger than yours. “Yeah,” his voice was soft.

“Oh, darling,” you held his head to your chest, “I’m so sorry.”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t there. I just… I turned around and she was dead. She’s an angel, she- They can’t die. We can’t die.” He mumbled a soft, “You can’t die.”

Oh.

“Adam, look at me,” you brushed his hair back.

Your heart clenched as he looked up at you through his annoyingly long lashes. “I’m not leaving. I’m not dying. I promise.”

He just nodded, hiding his face in your chest. You had half a mind to think he just really liked your personal pillows.

Especially when his hand slid under his your shirt to grab one.

You smiled. That was the man you know, the one that would shamelessly ‘hold your tits up’ for you. “What are you doing?”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Seriously?”

“Very.”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up as you ran a hand through his hair. Or the smile as he looked up at you like you hung the-

“Can I eat you out?”

And… he ruined it.

[void-thevoid]

uhm.

this is borderline horny posting and i am so sorry for that.

i just love when her eyes do the thing. y'know. the thing.

yeah.

[barghest-land]

uhmm,, miserable colter kisses... anyone... ?..*runs away*

[brainrotisseriechicken]

havent drawn rhis dude in while here's a doodle

[qtipious]

hfjONE doodles :]

teehee

[chubsette]

not that it's any of y'all business (I just like to over share online) but I went on a very good date today and now I feel so happy and giddy that it's kind of embarrassing 🫣🫣

[bi-hop]

I tried this afternoon to write something about Mel. I wanted to make an essay that would track the hostility towards her, not merely as a character, but in terms of what she represented in the narrative at large. I wanted to touch on misogynoir and how it feels to experience it, the pain of being deprioritized and discarded, and the general mess of League politics over time. but I can't really do it. as I was writing it, I just kept wondering who it was even for.

it's been years. considering how many people still despise her or dress up their dislike in faux love (always a comment on her beauty or her need to be separated from pre-existing relationships but never an attempt to examine her within the wider narrative or give her fleshed out new ones) and how many times other Black fans of her beyond myself have - across numerous platforms - tried to argue against bad-faith portrayals of her as a Jezebel or stealer of autonomy to little or no effect, I'm just exhausted. I wanted to believe that this season could change that. but it hasn't and now I feel silly for even choosing to believe that any Riot property could maintain any sort of momentum in regards to loving a Black woman. the people who I'd want to read it wouldn't listen to what I had to say, and those who would read it would mostly already know or relate to the pains I was trying to lay out.

even discussions I've tried to have about her potential upcoming narrative seems derailed intimately again by what she can do to save other people's faves, just like it was at the end of season 1 at times. I just don't think it's healthy for me to keep tearing myself apart to begin to try to capture a smidgen of what Mel meant, what she means to me now, and what she could mean in the future for a fandom that still whips out the monkey insult when a Black person offends them. I'm tired

[esperata]

Rambling thoughts on Colin Farrell's Penguin, specifically the prosthetics.

Firstly, fat suits really have come a long way. I've been seeing numerous people salivating over his naked scenes (and rightly so) and it amuses me that those aren't real flesh. I hope it reinforces the view that casting fat actors wouldn't detract from the sex appeal. A genuinely fat man could have shown us a similar hairy, thick chest and we'd have been just as rabid.

Also it would have spared Farrell from having to wear such heavy makeup which I know frustrated him. It's great for the makeup department who get to see their handiwork admired but surely could have been easier all round with a fat actor.

I was also excited that the show chose to display his damaged foot which really drove home the agony behind his 'waddle'. Yeah, it's cute to see a penguin walk but it's really no laughing matter.