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Quick night sketch cause I really needed to get "daddy needs a third swimming pool" thing out of my head
(it didn't work but now you can see it too)
#you're welcome#?#tsp#tsp narrator#the stanley parable#i really didn't draw for almost a YEAR#wow#no politics on this acc anymore#if you find something political it's only in your head#also i genuinely like this style#so much fun to draw on two-three layers and to blend colors#it's time to admit that i have no idea how light works#i tried to draw wet skin but it looked so.......inappropriate?#in a bad way#god only knows how i missed tumblr
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ngl after today i need to lay in someones tummy,,,
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#this election got me worrying like a mf#but im sure it will be fine#even if HES president#i wont get political anymore i prommy this will keep being my silly tcfw acc#sfw vore#tcfw vore#extreme cuddling#sfw interaction only#safe vore#soft vore
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Two sides of the same coin. || Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla relationship headcannons || SFW ||
Hi. Venti back from the dead here I'm mainly only posting because for once I'm actually not busy and my head is absolutely racing with ideas for these two I'm honestly probably gonna rework this acc and add a proper masterlist attached to my account but I'll cross that bridge when I get there
SM/PV x gender neutral!reader
How they took the confessions and how the relationship is currently going:
Shadow Milk
At first, if anything, Shadow Milk thought you were pathetic.
He's not really one to dabble in romance, plus, even if he were to fall for someone, he's pretty sure they'd end up dead at some point in time, anyways.
Most likely Aroace.
So hearing some small, random, puny cookie professing their love to him? God, was it such a laugh.
But, what a surprise, he'd actually accepted that offer.
So, now you two are dating. What does that entail exactly?
I'm so glad you didn't ask. He does absolutely nothing to show his 'love' for you. He's, in all honesty, mainly just using you for his own gain, sort of like Candy Apple cookie.
If he hasn't already killed you, later down the line is when he starts getting... possesive.
You're his most obedient toy after all. What good would you be if you were corrupted by those foolish heroes? Not like you weren't already corrupted like him, but it makes no difference.
Around maybe a few months of him acting like this is when he realizes that no, he's not just doing this for personal gain anymore.
For his lies that were once potent and firm started to blend uncontrollably with the truth- That he genuinely likes you.
At first he lies to himself, as expected. He's not sure how to feel about this realization, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit.
Suddenly he's catching himself wondering how you were doing when you weren't in his sight, asking you if you'd eaten that day, actually caring.
Of course, this doesn't change his attitude. He's still as cruel and silly as ever, just..
Maybe not as much to you.
He shows his affection in either little or grand ways, like giving you a puppet or two to mess around with, ranting about anything and everything to you, or making grand plays that make you two the stars of the show.
He's grown an indefinite soft spot for you and he hates it, but he can't deny it at all.
And god damnit, he can't say he minds either.
You've corrupted him, body and soul, but he can't find it in himself to care.
Pure Vanilla
Pure Vanilla, of course, is the exact opposite. But similar nonetheless.
He's honestly a little.. weirded out at first. Of course, he's had maybe one or two relationships, but none where the person was someone he barely talked to.
He's more on the panromantic side, he could care less about looks. And he can't say that the cookie in front of him wasn't dazzling, and he also could never say that he wasn't charmed by your bravery.
But, again, he still doesn't know you.
So, he politely refuses, making a small comment on how maybe if he got to know you better he'd think about it.
And to be honest, that might've been the best thing he'd ever said if he looks back on it, because holy Crispia, you certainly took his offer.
He'd spent the past few months falling head over heels for you, and that's an underexaggeration.
He often finds himself thinking about you so often it's probably deemed unhealthly.
He just can't help but feel a little bit bad when he's feeling possessive, you aren't even dating yet after all.
After a good few months, he's actually the one to re-confess. He'd been a little bit worried that what you felt for him was just a passing crush, but he's glad it's not.
Whenever he can, where ever he can, he absolutely loves lovebombing you.
Of course, he makes sure it's not overwhelming, but just kissing you all over, giving you little reminders of how much he loves you, practically worshipping you- It feels so right.
You might be the best thing to ever happen to him.
Would gladly rant about you to anyone who'd listen.
He also tends to micromanage, but not exactly in the way you'd think.
He wants dates to go absolutely perfectly- Even if it's not perfect, however, he knows you won't mind.
He hates it whenever you get bothered by something, so he tries to limit that, whether that be by going to another room with you because the people in the old room made you feel uncomfy, or throwing himself in front of you to take an attack you couldn't block.
This has caused a small number of arguements, but Pure Vanilla is a stubborn little guy. Most he'd do is parry the attack when he can, but no promises.
He'd rather die than have you harmed in any way, shape, or form.
Because he loves you, body and soul. You've influenced him in a way that he absolutely loves.
#pure vanilla crk#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#shadow milk x reader#pure vanilla x reader#headcanon#headcanons#cookie run#cr kingdom#cookie run kingdom#crk headcanons#I'm back from the dead#Probably not gonna post for another 10 years
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— ೀ from: your secret admirer [edward nashton x gn!reader]
︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶ summary: you're edward's newest penpal! ...unbeknownst to you. set in the riddler year one comics, in the midst of finding and fulfilling his purpose to rid the city of its impurities, edward finds that his biggest hurdle for his plans are the growing thoughts about the corner diner's newest regular. but he cant just come up to you!! maybe notes will have to suffice... contains: edward's usual creepy behavior, light stalking?, he just fantasizes about having a life with you/meeting you i guess, writer is horrible at riddles and attempts to make one word count: 1.5k tags: @nshtn writers note: heres that silly little fic i was talking about a few weeks back. im not sure why i feel more comfortable posting it on my second acc, but here we are! woohoo, its my first fic ever, so i hope you all enjoy some writing from a dyslexic and secondary english speaking writer♡ for that one person that said no, i humbly apologize hehe (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡
enjoy!! ︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶
♡ you two would definitely meet at the diner he frequently visits. during your first visit there, he was sitting in his usual spot, a booth in a forgotten corner, drinking a latte and solving his crossword puzzle. ♡ the diner is usually quite quiet at this hour, and he's frequented it to the point where he recognized the different usuals’ voices. so hearing you speak your order for the first time quickly stuck out at him, like a singular melody in the midst of his crowded mind. he immediately perked up at the sound; not much could really tear him away from whatever puzzle he brought to keep himself company but... you were so… different compared to everyone in this corrupt city. ♡ at first he’d try to brush off your presence, he might never see you again after all. but then you’d come in once a month, then every other week, then multiple times a week. ♡ he'd stare down at his lap, frustrated at himself. what was it about you that made you so different anyway? you were like a nagging habit he couldn't shake, like a stray that came crawling back that his heart couldn’t help but ache to tend to again. he sighed with his eyes shut, submitting to you every time, allowing his thoughts to be consumed by you once more. ♡ he was so lucky... having your closeness grace him. and each time you visited, you only seemed to fill more parts of his mind. at this point, he wasn’t even able to focus on his daily crossword puzzles. it annoyed him to no end but... that’s how he knew you were special. you brought a new light in his usual dark life. ♡ slowly, edward's mind didn't seem to care to search for the answer anymore. he didn't need to know why you were special, now he understood you just were special. he was losing his sense of logic, giving in to your beckoning presence, how good it felt love you. ♡ everyday he’d observe you from his own booth at the diner, now for once glad his spot was usually forgettable. he sipped away at his own cup as he watched and took note of every detail: the way you’d sigh after almost every sip of coffee you took, that polite, yet forced smile you gave to those who passed by, and his favorite detail? the fact that you never visited the diner with anyone else. of course he wasn’t entirely certain if you were single or not but, it made him more confident. like he actually had a chance. ♡ he’d immediately fantasize about the day where he was confident enough to go up to you and speak, figuring out the information he so desperately needed on his own, through your conversations, and not through speculation or crumbs of information he'd overhear through exchanges that didn't belong to him. in his mind he was obviously more confident, no stutters or awkward silences. then you’d go on dates, and maybe you’d see each other outside the diner, just the you two sharing a life together. oh, a man could dream...
♡ after finding and accepting his interest in you, he started frequenting the diner even more, just so he could broaden the possibility of seeing you more often. the time he spent there was practically unhealthy at this point. there was probably remnants of coffee in his lungs from the ungodly amount of hours he’d spend inhaling it secondhand. he would even bring in paperwork instead of his usual crossword puzzle. anything just to be blessed and catch glimpses of you. ♡ sometimes he would see you visit after an extra excruciating day of whatever you did for work. it would break his heart every time, watching you slump into your seat, your long sigh turning into a groan, before treating yourself to a sweet little dessert to drown out the sorrows long enough to at least get yourself home. ♡ he’d get lost in the thought of bringing you home— one you guys actually shared— scooping you up, running you a hot bath and taking you to bed, having you in his arms. he’d wished you didn't work, or at least not this hard. (though he found it quite admirable.) he wished that he could provide for you, so he could never see you this exhausted again. for once in his life he could feel adequate. like a worthy man, somebody's hero. ♡ at times he would feel guilty for borderline stalking you. he knew how you liked your coffee, but he didn’t even know your name! but it wasn't stalking... right? he was just... interested! preparing for the day he'd actually speak. its meant to be flattering... though he would never follow you home, or attempt to find every single piece of information the internet had to offer about you, of course…
♡ ...not yet at least. (thankfully for you, he held back for the sake of researching his newest death contraption.) ♡ but, while sat at that lonely booth, he allowed himself to completely indulge in you. he couldn’t help but stare, you were just so captivating from across the diner, even under the dim lighting it provided, and the late hours you frequented. he just had to know more about you… maybe after this was all over. ♡ you began consuming every part of his life. even outside the diner he would find his mind slipping to thoughts of you. he was starting to miss you. it frustrated him to no end. the color blue would remind him of that sweater you wore a few days back, and that dog he saw at that animal rescue had awfully cute eyes like yours. he even started associating the scent of coffee to your voice, only furthering his desire for caffeine. 'god edward, keep it together.' he'd think. it all led back to you. ♡ you were distracting him from his plans on wiping this city clean. he should be figuring out how to correctly wire this detonator, not fantasize about how soft your skin would feel on his!! but you also began becoming his newfound reason. he knew you were one of the only few good people left in gotham, maybe the hope this dump needed. he wanted you to live in a safe city, he needed you to thrive. you only deserved the best after all, to have the ground you walked on worshipped... ♡ sat in his usual seat, he would begin leaving riddles or crossword puzzles for you to solve, he would even draw doodles of flowers and hearts, instead of his consistent scribblings about batman and the lies of the government. even if he tried, all the riddles he'd come up with would be about you anyway. ♡ edward couldn’t help but stifle a giddy squeal. it felt like he was a teenager again, passing notes to his crush; writing them on the diner’s napkins and placing them in front of you when you looked away, quickly slipping past your line of sight. they would always have to do something with his love and adoration, how he’d reveal himself to you one day. he made them just for you. he even slowed his handwriting so you could read it better. ♡ for now you were endeared. confused, but endeared, while you looked around the room for the napkin's source. they were cute, simple things that gave you something to do, if you looked past the creepy part. it gave you something to think about and look forward to while you try and distract yourself for a little while. ♡ he wondered if you noticed him like he noticed you. he wanted you to notice him. for the first time in his life he wanted to be seen. just for you, he wanted to be somebody.
“ i am with a lock and you might be my key; when you find me, you feel complete. i’m a rare treasure that brings happiness and joy. what am i? ”
♡ and at times he was frustrated at how oblivious you were, but that didn’t deter him away from you or find you any less intelligent as he thought you were. the day you two would properly meet would eventually come. he idolized you, you were his sunshine in all the gloominess of the city. his one bright light. ♡ he would secretly cheer you on from his seat behind you, marveling at just how smart you are. anticipating the amount of time it would take for you to solve everything he had laid out for you, like a rat in a maze. would it take you five minutes? two? or maybe would you take that little napkin home today? ♡ he loved watching you struggle, your eyebrows knotting together as you looked down at the ink on the page. he could barely contain his giggles as you proudly smiled to yourself as you filled out the words of his puzzles. he was just as proud of you as you were of yourself. he knew you could do it.
“ …a soulmate…? ”
♡ you solved his riddles! how were you not perfect for him?
#the riddler#paul dano#riddler 2022#dano!riddler#dano riddler#edward nashton#the riddler x reader#riddler x you#riddler x y/n#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x you#edward nashton x y/n#dano riddler x reader#danonation#the batman#batman 2022#yun yip bark bark
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PASS THE MERCENARY ON THE LEFT PON SIDE
aka mercs smoking weed
scout: scout’s threshold before he’s absolutely dysfunctional is half a hit. he can handle a half filled pinch hitter before he’s laying on a floor somewhere greened out. and he hates being greened out. one time he thought he was dying and went to the medic for help because he swore he was dying. the doctor was very professional as scout was going through it; and we’ll give the man the credit where it’s due. because scout was horrified. and there was a very clear moment, as scout emptied the contents of his guts in the infirmary bathroom, as he turned to look at medic; he almost saw god; as the man rubbed his back and gave him a sympathetic smile. when he finally felt sane enough to fall asleep and was sober again he got dogged. hard. scout made a mental note to only go to medic for genuine emergencies. that man cannot be serious.
soldier: if soldier would give weed one chance he would appreciate himself for it. it would give him a strong wall standing between him and his impulses. make him a little lighter, easier to be around. and it’s okay to say soldier is kind of hard to be around! you either have to withstand the absolute space he takes up as a man with a personality or match his absolute freak. and not many people can match his absolute freak. but he is heavily, heavily anti drug. he sneers at spy for his nicotine addiction, anything past liquor he side eyes so hard. he doesn’t like the idea of drugs. of them absolutely ruining you. he likes who he is. he is content with who he is. but if he smoked a blunt… he’d change his tune. at least a little bit.
pyro: pyro’s not smoking weed. but they do have one of those gas mask bongs. it’s pristine from no use; they have no idea why they don’t get rid of it. they just think it’s funny to own, they guess. nobody’s asked about it for them to tell anyone. they’re happy to share it! nobody would want to use that thing more than once. they are also always strapped with a lighter, so if you need one for yourself they’re happy to give it to you!
demo: demo will smoke occasionally. he’s a drinker, that is his depressant of choice. and with weed, there is a fine line of a good crossfade, and being absolutely fucked up. and it’s not fun being fucked up unless everyone else is fucked up too. when he’s fucked up alone he feels like he needs an intervention. but he won’t turn away a puff or two if you offer. then he feels good! nice and airy. more jokey than he already is.
heavy: chatty cathy. oh my god he just wants to talk. someone please talk to him. most everyone will give him an ear because he’s never been so interested in having entire conversations with others. but as they’re so excited because it’s like, oh my god… the heavy weapons guy is talking to me, like came to me to chat… there comes a point about ten minutes in when the conversation hasn’t slowed down, in fact it begins to turn to deeper, political, philosophical, ethical questions; you go wait… is he high right now? is this how he acts high? and the second they notice, he does. and he’ll pat them on their shoulder, and gives them a genuine “good talk.” and will find his next target to push. sleeps so hard. good dreams.
engineer: he’s got a little bong. smoked more before he was committing active war crimes. he doesn’t really feel an urge to smoke anymore. but, if it’s offered… he’ll join the session. one of those kinds who like to “go for a walk” and come back in a better mood. little more chatty, little more humored… a little dumber! a little more willing to do dumb shit. a little more interested in some of the dumb questions scout and soldier have for him. takes unfavorable results on the chin. more willing to try again, and tries again faster. gets the munchies like a son of a bitch. is making regular trips to the fridge. you start getting suspicious after the third trip to the kitchen.
medic: medic will turn down weed in most cases. and the times he accepts it are seemingly random. but when he accepts it… there’s not much difference in him. maybe he’s quieter? but he just stays in the infirmary. maybe actually catches up on his paperwork. he’s moving slow enough that it’s not nearly as boring as it usually is. makes a couple trips to the kitchen if he’s confident he can sneak it. also sleeps very hard. he just never seems to make it to a bed. eyes get so bloodshot, it’s very easy to tell when doc’s been smoking weed because every conversation is “mhm” “mhm” “oh really” “hm. interesting” until he falls asleep in front of you.
sniper: business as usual. oh yeah, this man is a wake and baker. rides the highs in the morning as he takes the biggest rip out of this nasty ass bong; like it looks like he put coffee in it dirty. watches the sunrise with his bong rip and his coffee, thinks for a moment “yeah… it’s nice being alive, actually.” and then goes and kills people for a living. if he’s having a hard time sleeping, he might smoke again before bed, but it’s not often that happens
spy: spy didn’t start regularly smoking weed until the blu sniper gave him a pack of stuffed cigarettes in an attempt to fuck him up on the field. the kicker is, it made spy feel great. maybe he fudged up a couple of relatively easy trickstabs, or wasn’t cloaking as a precaution and it got him caught, but you know what. he was having a damn good time. actually enjoying his job. and on top of all of that, he was still kicking the blu team’s asses. he asked if snipes could bring him another pack sometime. he’s happy to pay.
#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 sniper#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#tf2 demo#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2
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it’s just, he truly gave everything to Williams. it was his team and he was loyal to a fault and what was the thanks he got? his TP talking to the press every week about who he wants to fill his seat, his car being taken from him when his teammate crashes, his TP saying he’s underperforming but giving him a shitty heavy car with no upgrades for a long period of the season and when he finally got the upgrades and the car didn’t weigh the same as an elephant he was acc consistent except for when people like KMag took him out in the race, then he crashes in the wet in FP and his TP axes him mid-season with the argument that they can’t afford anymore crashes but replaces him with an F2 rookie that hasn’t even finished their first year in F2? and they announced the 2025 seat BEFORE announcing he wasn’t re-signing, and announced his mid-season replacement BEFORE announcing he was being dropped. it was all so bad that when he crashed his gut reaction was to apologise instead of letting his team know he was ok. the way that he’s been treated, and the slander of his talent, is acc disgusting and how’s he reacted? with unbelievable amounts of respect and kindness without a bad word said about anyone. he’s just always seemed so quiet and polite and kind and I just wanna wrap him up in a blanket and carry him round in my pocket. and like it’s so hard bc I wanted him to stay in F1 to prove them all wrong and to live up to what I know he was destined to achieve but at the same time I’m so relieved for him. he’s finally out of that shitty situation, with a shitty TP that consistently undermined him, and he can go on to just getting that love for racing back.
#wherever that is I’m gonna be there#he’s got me hook line and sinker#f1#formula 1#logan sargeant#ls2#Williams#James Vowles
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hiiiii! before anything else ily for what u do and i love ur acc sm ×___× since im feeling a bit angsty can we get a headcanon on the boys after breakup (the lineups is up to uuu but pls include yohei and rukawa) TYYY <3
Thank you thank you thank you so much for your love and support darling! I did the headcanons assuming the break up was your decision, not theirs. I hope you like this one!
Rukawa Kaede
[Again, I only write imagining Rukawa older and more mature]
For Rukawa, is really reeeeeally hard to open up for a relationship. He really has to put a lot of effort on it, specially to change everything that he needs to change to be a good boyfriend.
We know that the main point of Rukawa's immaturity is his selfishness. Selfish people are not made for relationships. So we had to assume that Rukawa walked a long way to realize how selfish he was, and that he needed to change to be a better person, specially a better boyfriend.
So as it was really hard for him, a break up for Rukawa would be the very end. He would become a closed shell.
Once closed there, he would just think about basketball. However, dating you changed his way of playing; he realized that playing basketball as a selfish person wouldn't take him far in his carreer. So playing basketball remembers him of you. So he starts coing back to his old way of playing and this really puts him into trouble;
We can see that Rukawa is a guy who likes the things his way. He likes to be in his own world, with things done his way. So when you two start dating, you became one of the bases of his life. You molded his routine, some of his opinions and point of views, tastes, etc. So to adapt everything to a configuration that doesn't include you anymore is extremely painful for him;
I don't think that Rukawa would be open to a new relationship for years after a break up. A relationship takes time and too much effort of his part because of his personality and temperament. So, if it has the chance to end again, he prefers to stay alone.
Mito Yohei
We have an expression here in Brazil, that literally translated to English would be "suffer like a dog". It means you suffer a lot and in a humiliating way. That's Mito after break up. I honestly that almost every guy of Slam Dunk would be like this
Mito cries alone. He cries everyday, specially at night, when he goes to sleep. But, when he's with gang, he's totally quiet, with shoulders and eyes down.
I imagine him really getting into some stupid fights, even being away from them for a long time because of Sakuragi and you;
He's extremely respectful, so he doesn't insists to talk to you after break up. And he respects your space;
If he sees some guy around you hacing second intentions, he immediatly moves away, because he knows that if he stays, he would do something stupid;
Despite respecting your space, he politely greets you when you have to.
He's not the type that would try to forget you using another girl. So I believe he would stay single until the very last drop of his love for you had gone;
#slam dunk#slam dunk headcanons#the first slam dunk#rukawa kaede#mito yohei#rukawa kaede headcanons#mito yohei headcanons#shohoku#slam dunk imagine#imagine slam dunk#break up#break up headcanons#slam dunk manga#slam dunk anime#rukawa kaede x reader#yohei mito x reader
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I have just got to rant rn.
My entire friend group imploded because one of the girls (we’ll call her Kasey) decided that associating with “zionists” like me and my one other Jewish friend wasn’t sustainable (I assume).
The one “conversation” we had with her (that now has been framed as a “fight” somehow) was me and my friend so so gently and carefully and kindly pointing out via instagram that one of the dozens of propaganda things she was sharing in her stories was problematic, and explaining to her why. It’s actually pathetic how much we were trying not to hurt HER feelings and assure her we also don’t like bibi, etc (btw she is not Arab, Palestinian, Muslim, nada. She just decided to care deeply about this one thing post-10/7 and utilize her instagram to only share things about big bad Israel—she has never posted a single political thing before mind you).
She responded to our message in a wishy washy fashion and ofc didn’t offer to take down the offending post. Then WE thanked HER for listening to us and hearing us out. LMAO. My Jewish friend then messaged Kasey separately asking her in a heartbreaking way to please show some support for Jews—for her. Not Israel, not the war, just Jews. Kasey responded by saying “well a week ago i shared this post that mentioned Jews” and that her main priority was caring about the people in Gaza. Yeah.
From that point on my friend and I decided to be cordial with Kasey but not go out of our way to see her outside of when the larger group got together. Which I think is very forgiving of us. My Jewish friend even still extended Kasey the invite to come to her own home!! She ofc continued posting ridiculous shit to her instagram relentlessly, but at one point must have blocked us from her stories bc one of the other girls told us she had been posting things we weren’t seeing. Guess she couldn’t handle being challenged on her views.
Well anyway, soon enough Kasey decided to stop interacting in the group chat at all. I guess our presence in her life even digitally was too much for her! Despite the fact our only “conversation” was the single one on instagram that was extremely cordial and respectful on our end. So I can only guess why she didn’t want to associate with us Jews anymore…
A little while later I hung out with one of the other girls in the group—Cat. Cat is someone who has studied history in some ways and had been open about listening in the past. So I opened up to her about my frustration and anger about the rising antisemitism in the US, and the impossible situation I felt Israel was in with Hamas locating themselves in civilian areas, etc. I can’t tell you the amount of times I stressed how upsetting it was for me to see so many people dying and how heartbreaking it was. I theorized about day 2 and what it would take to de-radicalize Gaza, which would entail re-education, etc. (This is foreshadowing.)
And then one day I was doom scrolling as one does and saw a claim that some American professor was posting blatant terrorist support on his instagram page which I thought was outrageous as any sane person would. I went to his profile to see for myself, and sure enough it was true. Nothing that was iffy about it—this was straight praise for Hamas and the Houthis. And guess who was shown as a mutual follower of ours. Yep, Kasey.
So despite the fact that in hindsight Kasey stepped over the line way before that, this was truly the last straw for me. and I never understood what “seeing red” meant before then. But I blocked her that very moment without even thinking about it.
The group chat has continued to be completely dead and anyone close to Kasey have also made zero attempts to speak to me or my Jewish friend.
Fast forward to today…
and I learn that Cat has been telling at least one person that I told her that I think children in Gaza deserve to die.
Do I laugh or cry or scream??
I haven’t spoken to Cat in a hot minute, but considered her still a friend of sorts. Overall I of accepted I was no longer a part of the group (me and the other Jewish friend have been making a lovely Jewish girl gang for ourselves this past year so I don’t feel the loss), so tbh I’m not heartbroken about losing Cat as well since I’ve already divorced myself from that group as a whole—I’m more so flabbergasted.
Kasey was bad enough (I’m still very angry about it and will never forgive nor forget and will hold this grudge until the day I die btw), but this behavior from Cat is just something I cannot wrap my head around.
I never in a million years would have thought that an Israel Palestine issue would be what people used to demonize and character assassinate me, but here we are!!!!
#jumblr#there’s even more to add here but this more or less sums it up#just wild! all the antisemitism people do not see as such and they (Kasey) genuinely think they have the moral high ground#Cat…I could not tell you wtf that’s about#antisemitism? psychosis? personality disorder? just a bitch? who knows
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Hiii! Ive been on ur acc for 1 year(???) and i thought i'd finally req something!
PJSK boys with an S/O that is very Popular (almost like BabyMetal, Blackpink, etc) that everywhere they go they would need a bodygaurd?
PJSK Boys x Popular S/O Reader!
content: the bodyguard is referred to as a male, might be ooc
note: tysm for this :D !! feel free to request any time, hihi, don't be shy! also yes, i have been inactive TwT it's only been one week at school and my workload is full…also sorrie if its bad or ooc, writer's block has been hitting bad </3
Tsukasa Tenma
Insanely jealous, especially when you guys first go out. He didn't really understand why it was necessary for your bodyguard to be there on your date with him, he's supposed to be your knight in shining armor!
So what does he do? Try to prove that he could protect you better than that man can…does he succeed? Not…quite.
To be fair he isn't professionally trained.
Though he finally understands the purpose of the bodyguard’s job and how important it was when he saw you on TV getting mobbed by the paparazzis, getting protected by the bodyguard since he wasn't there.
He ends up apologizing to the bodyguard and doesn't mind him being there anymore!
Rui Kamishiro
Actually really chill with the bodyguard being there..?
During your first date, he was surprised to see a man in all black following right behind you but once you tell him that he's your bodyguard he simply nods and goes on with the date.
But he does go up to you and whispers that he can make a robot bodyguard for you instead..
Well it's up to you now!
Akito Shinonome
Skeptical about it at first. He knows that it's necessary but likeee, he's still jealous about it </3
Acts like he doesn't care about him when you're here but once you're gone he's glaring at this poor bodyguard’s soul TwT
He is polite about it though!!..most of the time..
Toya Aoyagi
Cool with the bodyguard! Fully understands his purpose of being there. It's his job.
Has full on conversations with the bodyguard, he isn't jealous at all because he fully trusts you!
Unless the bodyguard is clearly trying to make a move on you…he’s throwing a whole piano on this man’s head with Akito’s help!!
I mean it isn’t hard to respect someone’s relationship, no? If he can’t do that he’s throwing hands then.
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Intro
hii, this is @willow-carrot’s alt account for
Tomarry (my OTP 🩶🤍)
other HP ships: Drarry, Wolfstar, Jegulus e.t.c. :>
The Knights and Marauders Era stuff coz why not
✨I make art & sometimes incorrect quotes✨
** I don’t post political stuff & extremely heavy NSFW
**not that much of a Harrymort fan
** I do not support JK Rowling nor any of her actions and views, I only like the series, the fandom, the amazing gay ships and those alone
my main acc will focus more on anything else that isn’t Tomarry, e.g. Hellaverse, gravity falls & the owl house, but I’m not active on it anymore
#introductory post#intro post#tomarry#tom riddle#harry potter#drarry#jegulus#wolfstar#hp fandom#tomarry fanart#draco malfoy#tmrhp
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INTRO below the cut
btw, i barely check this acc anymore. you can moot me but i might not follow back for a few days or weeks!!! i’m not ignoring you i’m just not logged in </3 tccblr comeback in 2025… maybe……
Call me SKOTT. I am bodily 16. He/She pronouns. UDD SYSTEM.
I am a PRO/COM/DARKSHIPPER. I DO NOT care about your political views, morals, or opinions of any kind. Anyone is FREE TO INTERACT as long as you’re not an ass.
I BLOCK FREELY, I ask that you do the same. Freaks and outcasts of ALL KINDS are welcome on my page, I love you.
This acc is for random posts, mostly REBLOGS. The occasional thought put to text and art piece i decide to show once in a blue moon may be seen as well. If you are to USE or REPOST my art anywhere, please credit me.
My FAVOURITE CASES are: Jonestown Cult of Death, Bundy, Dahmer, Columbine, Alyssa Bustamante, Sandy Hook, Dnepropetrovsk Maniacs, Kim Sung-Jae.
My FAVOURITE ARTISTS are: Mindless Self Indulgence, Breathe Carolina, She Wants Revenge, Nicole Dollanganger, Brokencyde, A Perfect Circle, Maggie’sWood, KMFDM.
My FAVOURITE MEDIAS are: Ultrakill, IHNMAIMS, Inside Job, Zero Day, Everymanhybrid, Hannibal 2013, Myhouse.wad, Bridge Kids, Brokeback Mountain, Donnie Darko, Metal Family, My Friend Dahmer, EnsembleStars, Slow Damage, Rick and Morty, MADK, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Faith: The Unholy Trinity, Wendigoon, Eleanor Neale.
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Intro for blog
Hey there! I’m Cele! But you can also call me Ross! I’m an animator and a traditional and digital artist.
She/Her [Fully a silly girl]
CEO of Zoss (Ross x Zip), Skull x Kat, Toyweathergambler (Goob x Ace x Gigi) Embmars, and Monster killer!
FANDOMS IM IN
FPE
Murder Drones
Fnaf
FNF (Back in my phase again-)
Eddsworld
Pokémon
Bad Parenting
Gravity Falls (Also back in my phase)
Ramshackle
Rise of the TMMT
Mouthwashing
Dandy’s world
More that I forgot to list that I can’t remember
I love to draw digitally and traditionally, so I’m both!
AUs I have made!
If Ross Died (IRD)
My Swap Fpe Au (Ross’s swap)
Our Little Fun Circus (OLFC)
Five years later Au(5Y) (5Y is still in the making)
Go follow my Pookies!
@ryxnsx
@kiya-buggie
@hi-imlilac
@victorialovesskittles
@revevoire
@lycanloc
@theswedishcatlord101
@excitedoflife
@3dward-th3-s1lly
My online child: @kiya-buggie
Socials that are me
Twitter: @Mars_Daplanet
Pinterest: @ThatOneZipLover_Ross
Roblox: @alecxxxboy, display is Ross
Uhh.. here’s a dead acc I have if you care
Cele from CapCut
CELE’S LIKES
Drawing
Sometimes teases friends (only lightly)
Friends (both mutuals and irl)
music
Odetari
Sharks
turtles
Asteria
9lives
Sometimes like talking about politics that I know
history
science
CELE’S DISLIKES
Bullying
Pedos
R@pist
NSFW (like wtf-)
People talking abt bad about a politic that isn’t even true (do research please!)
People talking bad about our lord and savior (Jesus Christ himself, the goat)
I’m a Asexual + Straight Ally
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I’m a Christian who is a multi-shipper. Incase you don’t know what a multi-shipper is, a multi-shipper is someone who ships more than one thing in a fandom. For example: Zipward. I ship Zipward but I also ship Zipclaire, Edward x Engel, Bubble x Zip- you get the
Edit: I’m starting to not ship Zipward anymore but I still respect the ship
Now let me show you my ocs and who they are..
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ROSS: A 16 year old girl and pansexual, she’s also part of the bullies (along with Roxer, Abigail, and more ocs that are part of the bullies that are friends with me). She’s in a relationship with Zip (OC x canon real!!) and is related to Mars as they are cousins. Ross works for Kyle as she was tricked by him. As there are ups, there are downs about her. She has done SH! on herself because of her depression, but she’s getting better as she is healing.
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MARS: A 17 year old who is bisexual, he’s a junior and maybe the only surviving junior in this school for all he knows. He’s a dog shark that’s is very welcoming and friendly. He is in a relationship with Ember (side oc), I mean he’s a good doggie so yeah I can see why Ember be smooching his doggie ahh-
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KYLE: A 19 year old shark boy whose attitude is not welcoming. There is a reason why he’s like that, his parents were killed by scientists that wanted to test on him, and he saw the whole thing at the age of 7-9 years old. Kyle escaped at the age 12-14 after learning a way out. He lived in the forest throughout his teenage years. He’s now a killer/assassin that forces Ross to help him out with his dirty work to kill the remaining scientists. But he’s in a relationship with Divine (side oc that will be part of the mains).
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VUNET: The son of the sun that was placed on earth to protect it from any harm. He has befriended the main crew, including Kyle. (The sun father told Vunet to not always befriend everyone because they can hide secrets…) But Kyle treats him harshly like they are rivals. Vunet is not stronger than Kyle as Kyle is way more experienced in combat.
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KAT: A 15-16 year old bisexual dinosaur girl who has the perfect grades as she always aces them! She’s in a relationship with Skull. (I just realized that Vunet got no beaches, that’s a fat L) Anyways she is very kind and sweet to everyone so don’t be shy to talk to her!
I have more but they are my side ocs.. so yeah🎸 THATS ALL FOR NOW
Little reminder that God loves you ✝️
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He will never leave your side <3
I MAKE FUN OF MY DEPRESSION AND IT COPES ME :)
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I guess i never really gave a proper introduction, huh?
so, hey! You can call me Oliver, Sora, or discos chud son, it doesn’t matter! Gender and Pronouns: he/they and trans masc
sexuality: pansexual (but leaning more toward male)
Interests: books (mythological fiction, gay stuff, murder stories) video games (roblox, Mario, Pokémon) theatre, musicals (Hamilton, Little Shop of Horrors) drawing (for myself or for other people)
am i dating someone?: yes! :D i am dating @narra-tsp0w0 (if u don’t want to be tagged for this tell me pooks 😘)
Edit 1: if you have anymore questions, ask away! And also, if you want me to draw something for you, I will eventually do it! You just have to ask!
Edit 2: And also, i have a new acc for my ocs (plus Luca and ripley I just kinda forgot them-) it’s @askdiscoschudsonsocs!
Edit 3: omga so srry for ANOTHER edit but I know have a rp blog! @themosthypershadow (it’s a CoD rp blog I’m a Shadow >:3)
Edit 4: no fucking reason but characters i kin!
Kin list: Limey (BURNER) | Cane’s Cup (Animatic Battle) | Bive (Regretevator) | Nine (XFOHV) | Two (TPOT) | Four (BFB) | Daddy Long Legs (BURNER) | Glisten (Dandy’s World) | Yin-Yang (Inanimate Insanity) | Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton (NO QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS)) | Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical) | Polites (EPIC: The Musical) | Hermes (EPIC: The Musical)
Edit 5: I’ve made YET ANOTHER blog! It is *ahem* @ask-samuelseabury For all those burning questions you need to ask Samuel Seabury for some reason!
Edit 6: so SO sorry for the ungodly amount of edits but something godly is my new-
OH MY ME DAWLING IS THIS ABOUT ME? HELLO TUMBLR! ITS ME, HERMES!
(btw the blog is @thenumber1molyaddict -)
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#pansexual#transgender#trans ftm#trans#omga so many updates srry#SAMUEL SEABURY 😍😍😍😍😍#telemachus is so baby boy#so is polites#they're both so baby boy#hairmes
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Why the pfp/banner change? (politely. Cuz I didn’t recognize you at first)
Throughout the entire time of having my Duke RP acc, I've only given Duke two pfps, one was a default, really basic, honestly not that good of a pfp. Then my second one was just like the first pfp but basically with a purple background. I knew that I wanted a better PFP for Duke for a while but I never got around to doing so since I knew people wouldn't recognize my acc anymore. Then I just decided, "yk what. Fuck it. They'll learn." So I changed it. I tend to fit his personality with the pfp he has, and the other one he was just kinda not characterized correctly by me. I'm doing my best to try and characterize him correctly, but really me and Duke are different people and I'll never fully be him correctly. However that can't stop me from trying. So the pfp is me trying to match his personality. Also he desperately needed a new pfp and I kept seeing such good ones finally and then I finally chose the one I wanted to give him. I'm very happy with this now!
-Mun R.E
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
🎂Happy Birthday Gavin🎂
Rating:🔞 Explicit-sexual content🔥 Fandom:💙Detroit Become Human💙 Ships: Hankconvin900, Nines x Gavin x Hank x Connor Tags: Birthday sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, bukkake, Bottom Gavin, M/M/M/M, DBH polycule, PWP- plot what plot/porn without plot, Daddy kink, sir kink, degradation/humiliation kink, unsafe sex A/N: this took me all day, please give it some love🤝💙
Of all the places to be, on his least favorite day of the year, he has to be at phcking work, sitting through yet another PR meeting about ‘Accepting Androids in the workplace.’
The revolution last November changed the world, and now, 10 or so months later, things are just starting to balance back out. And that he thinks has more to do with two Androids in particular, who were able to reach Gavin in a way even Hank, his longtime friend and partner couldn't.
He sure didn't make it easy. Gavin never makes anything easy. But they persisted. And now he’s moved back into Anderson's house, he’s work partners with Nines, and he, Nines, Connor, and Hank are in the weirdest, most unpredicted polycule he's ever been a part of.
It's been great, at least the last couple of months have been. Like he said, he didn't make the transition easy. But once they found the key to getting Gavin to open up, everything just kinda spilled out. Then it was easier. Because the shit Gavin was actually mad about finally came out, and he learned Connor and Nines weren’t really that bad of dudes. Annoying, yeah, but hey, so was he.
They also helped introduce Gavin to some of the best sex he’s ever had. Turns out, having two high-stamina Androids as fuck buddies had its advantages. The pair opened him and Hank up to a world of new kink opportunities that had the additional side effect of bringing them all closer together as a result. Which he guesses is good too. He’s certainly happier than he’s been-
Nines bumps his shoulder, and Gavin only notices now he’s drooling. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. No one in the large lecture hall outside of Nines caught the action, which Gavin was grateful for. His phone lit up with a silent message from the Android just a moment later.
{Bored Gavin? Or daydreaming again?} 1:43 PM
Gavin chuckles quietly before slipping his phone under the table. They were all adult officers, looking at their phones wasn’t disallowed, but Gavin was trying to be polite with how much he was actively not paying attention.
[I can think of at least 15 things I’d rather be doing with my time than this…] 1:44 PM
{This is a required seminar for all officers} 1:44 PM
[Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I’m gonna give Androids any trouble anymore.] 1:44 PM
[Even if I tried, you’d kill me before I got half a sentence out.] 1:44 PM
Gavin sent the message and waited for Nines to read it. A growing warmth bloomed in his gut when the side of Nines' mouth turned up in amusement.
{You're correct, I would.} 1:45 PM
Gavin assumes it would be left at that, and starts to try and pay attention. Until another message popped up.
{Only a little bit longer now. We will be leaving for the day after this.} 1:47 PM
That surprised Gavin.
[As much as I’m pro ditching work, don’t think Fowler’s gonna go for it.] 1:47 PM
Nines' face remained stoic and emotionless, giving nothing away.
{The request for PTO has been entered and accepted for months.} 1:48 PM
Gavin’s mouth dropped open. Because he sure as hell didn't put in the request. He prefers to work on his birthday. Helps him avoid thinking about it. About Cole. About everything.
Nines sent another message.
{Just because you refuse to acknowledge the day doesn’t mean it ceases to exist Gavin.} 1:48 PM
Gavin flushed red and flipped his phone over on the desk. He was done talking about this. He had purposely avoided telling Nines and Connor when it was for this reason. Though in hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think two supercomputers didn't have access to something as mundane as his birthday, but still. Hank knew how he felt about it. He’s made it crystal clear.
He didn't say anything to Nines for the rest of the meeting.
It was a quiet and un-phcking-comfortable 36 minutes.
⭕
“GAVIN, WAIT!” Nines is shouting after him, but he doesn't want to talk about it.
“I PHCKING HATE SUPRISE PARTIES,” he shouts back instead. He’s so edgy by the time he reaches his car he drops his keys twice, and Nines catches up to him…
“Gavin, I know how you feel about your birthday-” Nines starts, but Gavin doesn't let him finish.
Gavin acts before he considers all ramifications and grabs Nines by his jacket. He sees red. He shoves Nines until his back hits the four-door.
“No! You don’t know shit,” he insists furiously.
When Nines' face exposes genuine shock and his LED flashes red does Gavin remember that he's a mushy, mortal, sack of bones who just physically, stupidly, assaulted a top-of-the-line Police Bot. Who ya know, also happened to be his partner and nonconventional boyfriend. He should definitely let go. Why can’t he let go?
“Let go of me Gavin,” Nines insists calmly, LED back to a steady and less homicidal, cyan.
Gavin does. Immediately grateful Nines chose mercy and both his wrists were still intact. He straightens his own clothes before unlocking his car.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’m not asking you to. Just, to keep an open mind. We have spent a fair bit of time setting this up for you.”
“Who’s we?”
Nines opens the passenger side and slides into the seat without answering.
Gavin’s teeth clench but he yanks himself into the driver's seat. When he pulls on his seatbelt, Nines finally answers.
“Connor, Hank, and I.”
That admission has a fair bit of Gavin’s anxiety melting off his shoulders and leveling out his temper.
“Just you guys,” he clarifies as he turns the engine over.
“Yes. Unless you want to extend the invite to others.”
Gavin shook his head.
“Not really.”
Gavin didn't trust anyone else like he trusted them.
⭕
When they pull up to Hank’s house Sumo rushes out to greet them.
“Hey buddy.”
The comfort of Hank’s dog helps ease more of the discomfort Gavin is feeling as he walks up to unknowns in the house. Nines doesn't rush him inside, so he takes an extra minute, waiting until he can breathe without wheezing before heading inside.
⭕
The rest of his anxious reservations melt upon opening the door.
“O-Oh.”
“Yes,” Nines confirms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was bound to secrecy. Connor threatened fratricide.”
“I did,” Connor smiles, sitting completely naked on the living room couch, with Hank between his legs. “Welcome home, Gavin.”
“Phck me,” Gavin pants, because it's suddenly way too hot in here and he swears his jeans just shrank.
“That was the plan,” Nines confirms amusedly, and his hand finds Gavin’s low back. “Shall we join them?”
Gavin’s having trouble making his mouth form words so he nods. The drool is back in full force, because there really is no prettier sight than a naked Hank Anderson, on his knees sucking cock.
⭕
While Connor continues to use Hank’s throat, Nines is opening Gavin up on his fingers over the loveseat. It gets easier and quicker every time they do this, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to Gavin that Nines is taking his time on purpose tonight.
“Please Sir,” Gavin asks, pushing his ass back against the long slender digits. He needs so much more than just two fingers inside him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” Nines hums and it makes Gavin weak.
“I’ll say whatever the phck you want as long as you don’t stop touching me.”
Nines rewards him with another slick finger, pumping gently in and out with the others. Gavin relaxes even further in the Android’s grasp.
“Why aren't you obedient like this more often? You’d get what you want faster.”
“It’s no fun being good all the time,” Gavin laughs, a little breathless from the sudden increase in speed. “Ask Connor.”
Connor looks up from Hank, who currently has all of Connor’s cock in his throat. The brunette grins and slips his hand into the older man’s silver hair, holding Hank’s face in place.
“He’s right,” Connor shrugs. To emphasize his point, he pushes Hank down further, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling Hank back by his hair so he could breathe.
The sputtering sound Hank made upon removal was gorgeous; wet, gasping, and needy as he tries to keep any part of Connor’s cock in his mouth while he takes some much-needed breaths.
Gavin’s cock spits more fluid. It’s so phcking hot. They are so phcking hot. He could watch that shit on a loop forever.
“I think that's enough Connor,” Nines says a moment later, and both Connor and Hank are up and moving without a fuss, walking towards the bedroom.
Gavin is confused why they aren't following. Nines pushes in another finger and twists them until Gavin squeaks, holding him right where he wants him as Gavin catches his breath. When he has, Nines takes his chin and kisses him, forcing the air right back out.
Nines chuckles and the heat sends goosebumps rippling down Gavin’s right side.
“Ready for the next part of your present?”
Gavin groans. “Oh hell yes.”
⭕
Four fingers are not enough of a stretch to fully ready himself for Hank’s monster cock, but with a lot of lube and stimulation pretty much everywhere else and Gavin’s too pleasantly distracted to notice any pain upon entry.
Connor has his mouth and is kissing him filthily and with teeth while Nines has his hand around his cock, pumping Gavin closer and closer to the edge. That plastic bastard Nines knows how sensitive the skin around his piercings is, so his fingers stay there, playing with the slick mess of his tip and pushing his thumb across his piercings until Gavin cries. Hank’s own thrusts inside his body start slow, but every time one of the Androids pulls a ple2ased sound out of him, Hank’s next thrust is harder, deeper, or faster. Like they were competing to see who could get him to bust first.
Nines’ fingers catch his piercings, tugging against the head and Gavin whines, desperate and needy. Connor’s tongue pushes deep into his throat, chasing the sound and Hank pulls Gavin’s hips flush against his own. The next two dozen snaps are pointed and so perfect they turn his legs to jelly.
"Daddy-” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Connor’s while he attempts to catch his breath through the powerful thrusts. “Please."
Hank’s hand comes down on his ass cheek hard and the sound echoes perfectly off the walls.
“Again,” Gavin groans. Hank delivers another slap as hard as the first one. Gavin’s cock spits more fluid into Nines’ hand. "Fuck, again." Gavin is sobbing. His prostate is under repeated abuse and every thrust of Hank’s cock is so much to take he feels delirious on pleasure. Connor swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry and Gavin loves the feeling of being strung out on them.
"Getting close already baby," Hank chuckles knowingly and Gavin doesn’t have an ounce of energy left to feel shame.
"Pleaaase," Gavin begs, because the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it. Nines has finally stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, he’s gonna cum no matter what.
"Get up then, I don't think Nines or Connor can see how wet your cock is."
Gavin doesn't have time to think of a retort because he's being pulled up against Hank’s chest that next minute. The new position allows the final few inches to slip in and break Gavin's brain.
"Ph-ck, oh god, yes, Daddy-” Gavin whimpers, quieter than a whisper.
“There you go,” Hank praises before taking Gavin’s cock into his hand, “you boys see that?”
"Sloppy mess, as per usual," Nines agrees and Gavin thrashes as that degradation sends a powerful wave of arousal down his spine.
"He's absolutely gorgeous," Connor whispers. His eyes are still on Gavin, taking in every inch of his exposed and vulnerable form and making Gavin feel all kinds of ways.
"Hear that Sweetheart?" Hank praises, and Gavin is too lust-drunk to do anything but feel and whine.
"Can I- come on, please-"
"Yeah baby, go ahead, let us see you.”
Gavin whines as his long overdue orgasm punches out of him, rocketing his body down and then immediately away from the enormous cock inside him. It hurts to be full, but he doesn't want to be empty either. Where he stopped and where Hank’s holding him is perfect.
Nines and Connor’s eyes haven’t left his cock which is pumping white all over his stomach and the carpet below. He wants to stay here forever. It aches in his balls just the way he likes. Relaxes his muscles and releases so much tension. Clears his mind, and makes him feel light, high, and floaty.
Until Hank starts thrusting again and Gavin desperately needs a break. Just for a second.
“Hank,” Gavin whines, because his prostate is so sensitive.
“I got ya baby, don’t worry.”
Hank pulls out slow, kissing down the back of Gavin’s neck because knows his body and his sounds better than anyone.
“Thank you,” he gasps, and he’s melting right back into that warm floaty place.
“Course,” Hank chuckles warmly, “can’t break our fuck toy before the twins even get a full turn with ya.”
“Phck,” Gavin gasps, more cum dribbles out of the sensitive tip of his spent cock and he barely has the energy to moan. He wants it though. Even if it’ll wipe him out for the next two days, he wants it.
Nines and Connor each return to his side. Connor hands him a glass of water and he’s so grateful he could cry.
⭕
When they get back at it again, Hank elects to watch the next round from his armchair. Gavin is in the center of their Cali king mattress, naked on his knees with his arms behind his back. They’ve caged his cock, because Gavin doesn't want to cum again just yet.
Nines and Connor are standing at the foot of the bed. They haven’t started touching him yet either, which is as agonizingly frustrating as it is intimidating. Probably because they just kept looking at him, obviously communicating telepathically because both of their LEDs were flashing.
It’s been like this for a while, not even Hank is putting up a fuss about the lack of action. Gavin begins to wonder just how long they have been planning this.
When something in Connor’s eyes changes and he flushes blue Gavin starts to squirm under the gaze. It moves the plug in his ass, lining it up a little better with his still-sensitive prostate. He moans before doing it again.
Evidently, that's enough of a rule break to receive the wrath of Nines' glacial stare.
“Didn't say you could move slut. Flip over, onto your stomach. Now.”
Gavin tries to hold back his pleased grin as he does what Nines instructs. He didn't hate getting punished, it was so much better than not being touched at all.
When Gavin is comfortable on his stomach, Nines grabs his hips and pulls him backward, until his legs fall over the edge of the mattress.
“You’ll appreciate the angle better,” Nines explains and Gavin is sure he’s right. His fingers then move between Gavin’s ass cheeks, finding the plug and pulling it free. Some of Hank’s release came out with it and dripped down Gavin’s caged balls. Hank and Connor both gasped their appreciation.
“Phck,” Gavin pants and Nines chuckles before slipping two fingers inside him.
“Feeling impatient?”
“What do you think?” Gavin sasses and Nines pulls his fingers out. Gavin is pushing back to try and follow them but Nines’ steel grip on his hip has him halted in place. Pleasure burns hot in his gut. “Please, Sir, please fuck me?”
“Yes. but I’m not gonna cum inside you.”
“What? Why not?” Gavin whined, surprising everyone but Nines.
Nines spanks him hard, harder than Hank and it has Gavin bucking against the mattress just from sheer force. The sting that follows is blissful, and Gavin relaxes onto his chest. “‘Sorry Sir,” he hums and Nines smiles. Though he can't see it from this angle.
“Because I’m going to paint you with it instead.”
That has Gavin groaning along with the full-body shudder the suggestion caused. Evidently Hank had let the twins in on that particular kink of his. He’d be mad, if it didn't make him so phcking hot to imagine it.
“Is that alright?” Nines asks and Gavin realizes he didn't speak.
“Phck yeah,” Gavin pants.
“Sir please…” Gavin begs again for who knows how many times now. Nines and Connor have been edging him for close to an hour now. His cock is still trapped in the cage and the floor below is puddling with Gavin’s precum.
Nines and Connor’s matched assaults with their cocks paired with Hank’s filthy praises have brought him to the absolute edge but never over and it's killing him. Gavin’s been reduced to a shaking, whimpering, pathetic pile, just begging to be destroyed and they still won’t do it.
“What was that Gavin? Did you say something?” Nines asks cheekily, pulling Gavin’s hips down, the tip of the android's cock pressed against Gavin’s prostate which throbs it's so sore now.
“Sir, Connor, please.”
“What do you need Gavin?” Connor asks, voice so much gentler than his younger, meaner brothers.
“Cum on me, and then let me cum for you. Please, I can’t take any more.”
“Hmm, I suppose you have suffered enough,” Nines chuckles.
Connor’s hand leads Gavin’s mouth back onto his cock while Nines' hands are busy between Gavin’s legs. He hears the blissful sounds of the lock tumblers and then the cage is falling free.
“Thank you, phck, thank you,” Gavin pulls off to gasp, because his dick is quickly filling, and Nines has him flipped over, back onto the center of the mattress.
“Hank, did you still want to record this?” Connor asks Hank and Gavin feels another pull of arousal in his gut.
“Better hurry,” Gavin warns and is rewarded with the first taste of Nines' orgasm on his tongue. It tasted like nothing, well not nothing, he tasted like flavorless, water-based lube. With every pump of Nines’ hand, Gavin is coated with a warm slick release. Every drop that landed on his cock has him bucking up, eager to cum. Too eager actually. “Phck,” Gavin pants, gripping the base of his cock to keep the orgasm back. Connor still had his turn to take after all.
The brunette in question gained his attention now. He straddled Gavin and the detective was excited for the up close and personal view.
“Pump it,” Connor orders and Gavin drops his own cock in favor of mono-focusing on Connors. He loves watching Connor cum. Loves how expressive his dumb, pretty face is when he’s toppling over the edge into oblivion.
Connor’s eyebrows bunch together, signaling he is about to shoot and the words are falling out of Gavin’s mouth before he can stop them.
“Mark your claim Con.”
Connor’s head falls back and his cock is still in Gavin’s hand. Cum is spurting across Gavin’s chest, under his chin, and pooling around the base of his cock, making everything so much wetter. Gavin is surprised he hasn’t cum yet.
When Connor finally recovers from his orgasm, he’s moving. Not far, just enough to line up his hole with Gavin’s cock and sit on it.
“Phck!” Gavin curses.
“Say my name, I love when you beg it,” Connor groans, tightening around his cock and rocking against him.
Gavin chokes on his gasp, he thrusts into Connor hard. These androids drove him fuckin’ crazy.
“Connor,” he says, cock near bursting.
“Yes Detective?” Connor chuckles, hot, wet, and secret in his ear and that's it. Gavin can’t hold back anymore.
“Connor, phck, phck-” he’s cumming. Hard because he’s been edged for so damn long. Because each of them has thoroughly scratched each of his kinks. His hips thrust up against Connor’s ass as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Connor pulled him forward until he could kiss him. Gavin kisses him back.
⭕
“So, how did you like your birthday gift?” Connor asked.
Gavin turned to where the Android was currently curled up against him post-sex and smirked. Nines was on his opposite side. Hank was snoring behind Connor, his arm draped across the android's hip and hand interlocked with Gavin’s. Gavin didn't blame Hank for passing out, nor was he mad. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself. Gavin nods to answer Connor’s question.
“Easily, best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Nines hums pleasantly whereas Connor smiles like Gavin hung the fucking moon.
“Really?”
Gavin nods.
“Yeah Tin Man, really.”
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==> Be the Cullee:
Your name is SOLLUX VANTAS. You're also pretty sure it was MITUNA VANTAS at various points, but you're not that guy anymore, as badly as your pusher wants you to be.
You are UNWILLINGLY HEMOANONYMOUS due to your cullers rules, annoyingly you understand why he's set these rules, as beforehand you were HUNTED LIKE A PEST for your MUTANT BLOOD. This has left you with an embarrassing amount of PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL TRAUMA as well as a general distaste for TROLLKIND as a whole. Not only was your blood the wrong color, but it was IRREGULARLY DYSFUNCTIONAL, leaving you with a myriad of pre-existing health conditions since hatchday.
Life isn't all bad though, you've recently been PROPERLY CULLED by ERIDAN ZAHHAK, who has been housing and taking care of you since. He has given you the safety to truly explore who you are outside of BLOOD ACTIVISM and impending doom. You've learned so far that you are a massive fan of POORLY WRITTEN HORROR FICTION and LAME MMORPGS where you're able to pretend you're someone else entirely. You use both of these as a distraction from the POLITICAL HELLSCAPE New Alternia has found itself in, ever since your dumbass political leader has decided to merge both planets in a POORLY ORCHESTRATED ATTEMPT AT PROFIT GROWTH. All laws and previous Alternian systems have now found themselves muddled in a hellish mashup of Alternian and Beforus beliefs. Culling, for example, means almost nothing now on NEW ALTERNIA due to it having two opposite meanings. It makes your head spin. Your broken fractured pan has decide against your will that your existence will probably be THE DEATH TO THE HEMOCASTE, you're not sure how much you believe that, but MITUNA VANTAS and MITUNA VANTAS seem pretty sure, and they tend to have MORE SAY OVER YOUR BODY THAN YOU DO, as well as a better understanding of BOTH PLANETS HISTORY due to living through it themselves.
But who knows. You're not able to read the future. You're only good at reading other people.
What will you do?
Hi my names Cain/Jake i use he/him im a bigender jew with a lot of mental problems. This is my in character blog for SOLLUX VANTAS if that wasn't obvious by now. He is a part of @asomatousarchivist timeline.
Rules + All other accs
No racism proship transphobia etc, 18+ but I absolutely do not rp smut do not ask. I block frequently, don't take it personally, its how I manage my psychosis.
Cw: Solluxs upbringing was genuinely very very scary and unpleasant, i'm not sure how much it'll come up since he REFUSES to talk about it, but in general, warning for physical and mental abuse, and alternian-esque governmental torture. Sollux like many of my other muses has DID, and it will become obvious over time which Vantas is speaking over time.
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