#oc: x

[kkolg]

”He’ll come back soon…he promised”

[drill-teeth-art]

Random OC art dump because I can’t remember if I posted these!

In order we’ve got X, Silly String, Visper, and Cancer and Capricorn.

[digital-chance]

Character Intro.

tag: #oc: x

quick.

full name : xavier miller davis alias(es) : x, mr. x age : 24 ethnicity : latin-american hair : dark brown eyes : brown (golden in sunlight) build : slim and athletic (runner's) style : prefers loose clothing. goes for a grunge aesthetic when dressing casually. when working he wears tailored suits.

more.

d.o.b. : may 19th sexuality : pansexual traits : suave, adaptable, confident, indecisive, neglectful, vague, tempermental

playlist.

block me out - gracie abrams two week notice - leanna firestone remember that night? - sarah kays dancing with you - yebit hits different - taylor swift sunsets with you - def. take me by the hand - flamingos in the tree

details.

tbc <3

intro slight wip, more info to come soon.

format inspo: here & here

[asterrioxs]

wutiwant - cw: s/a

important info under the cut !

hi welcome to the under the cut

another topic im going to post about regularly, nor will i take it lightly

ive put off making this particular amv for that reason, as I want to be sure i handle this properly.

s/a is non-consensual sexual contact or manners/behaviors.

anyone can be a victim of sexual assault. no matter their appearance or identity. anyone can be the assaulter. no matter their appearance or identity.

no matter the form. verbal, physical, etc— it is never the victim’s fault.

many survivors blame themselves for these acts happening, believing to have acted in a way to cause it, or not putting their foot down and saying ‘no.’

again, it is never the victim’s fault.

learn to identify the signs if you or someone you know has experienced or is experiencing s/a, take action

vv NATIONAL S/A HOTLINE vv

1-800-656-4673

if this video is of issue to anyone, let me know privately and it will be taken down upon request.

[elementkittenklaws]

It's mine and @awkward-smirks 's birthday today!!! happy birthday sandy <3

[fighter-spirits]

concept for X.

has a hydreigon that eats people and has been banned from league battles because it happened on live television

voice is Johness the Disector from HxH

has heterochromia (center of iris is a different green)

lives in the subway tunnels and is a wanted man

currently he/him

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[maskedbyghost]

when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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hii!! i'm backkk!! send some requests plsss, byee <333

@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving

[kkolg]

Girl Talk

[bamsara]

Concept comic for a scene I'm writing for Trod

Takes place in the before-Shamura and mass dissention arc. I think the menticide mushrooms would react horrifically combined with godhood. Instead of seeing things that aren't real, they see real things they're not supposed to

[bunnygirllover45]

something something he wants a dog.

[digital-chance]

It iiiis.... eve's weird question time, now with people with multiple wips, how would your mcs could manage if they swap places. For maximum fun, use randomizer to choose which mc goes to which wip.

thank you for the ask!! sorry for taking ages on this.

Nova Futurum's MC: Rowan Reyes Scars of Duty: Lucian Matchbreakers: X/Xavier ( not going to count my fanfic lol)

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Matchbreakers -> Rowan Reyes

Rowan would hate this so much lolll. They would be so uncomfortable breaking up people and wouldn't know what to say. They already struggle with their own romantic partner, so dealing with others would be so chaotic and awkward.

Scars of Duty -> X/Xavier

X doesn't have any superpowers, unless you count great social skills and great acting as such. Since the town in SoD has so many people with superpowers, life is not really easy for regular humans. (esp things like transportation). I'm confident that X would manage and find a spot for him within this world.

Nova Futurum -> Lucian

He's so sweet and I honestly do not think he would have a good time in NovaFut. Life is very strict and I'm pretty sure his superpowers would affect any cybernetics or government regulations. (His superpowers are super strength & superhuman sense, power mimicry, bulletproof skin, and teleportation.) Cybernetic implants would definitely not work due to his bulletproof skin and he'd just leave if he didn't like the city or their regulations.

[asterrioxs]

cringe i just had that little actual animated bit and wanted to use it so

[metranart]

Imagine Gojo setting a condition to his Clan for him to give them an heir. "It's HER or no one." The elders aren't happy that he chose a non-sorcerer, but they reluctantly agree... that is, if Gojo manages to convince you.

“Come here-...I’m far from done, kitten.”

God, Gojo still makes you nervous, with his mouth buried between your legs for longer than you can even imagine. Why are you still so nervous? Is it the proximity? Is it the way he leans in to make eye contact while he licks you? Is it those blue piercing eyes? Or that immensely amused smirk that twists his lips just enough so he can keep eating you out?

"Mmmmm... stop moving so much, (Y/N). We are making a mess of my desk..." he purrs, all too pleased to watch your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "That’s my good girl..." the man between your legs, praises, "my future bride to be...-"

"T-...that's still u-...under discussion, S-Satoru." Your quivering protests are sweet chords of music for him, "I already t-.... told you that I d-don't want to be part of the jujutsu world.... nor b-belong to a-.... any clan."

"Not any clan, pretty. MY clan." 

You hear him slurp greedily at your folds and feel a warm trick of saliva run down your ass, and when your mouth is about to throw another protest-... Satoru Gojo makes a vacuum on your quivering clit with that annoying mouth of his. Your thighs tense and the muscles of your stomach follow, a quake that rakes your entire form, making you a pathetic mock of a human.

Both your hands fly to cover your mouth and Satoru chuckles deep, amused rumble that cracks the rest of your self-control. Your cheeks grow in the most adorable shade of pink, and your breathing hastens.

"So CUTE~"

Satoru whimpers, dumb founded, his broad chest puffing with so much fervor, so much blinding endearment that he feels like about to explode. He can see the doubt in your beautifully contorted features, and he dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with that fat tongue to try to make you agree to his terms, to be HIS.

Dammit! You feel… amaaaaaazing. Why? It’s like a flip inside you only he can switch at will—... even so, he’s dangerous, you remember. He’s a special grade sorcerer, you remember. He’s a mystery, he’s unpredictable—he’s invincible, unreadable, impenetrable and lethal with a playful smile, and you really know absolutely nothing about him. 

Yet, he insists that you belong together. He insists on putting his child inside you, he insists that he will take care of you and his life will be yours. He insists that you belong in his world and if you're not there, he won't be there either. He insists on fucking you stupid every chance he gets, bending you over surfaces, of course! Always putting his coat or his shirt or any piece of his clothing, just so your skin never comes into contact with any unworthy surface. He insists, he insists and insists and insists...

“Fuck—” he growls, grabbing your hips, “—why are you... h-how do you manage to always have me wrapped around your little finger—?” 

“I want you, Satoru-u... but I can't-” 

He stops you with a soft but firm, squeeze to your waist. 

“Not like this,” he pants, tipping his head to slowly lick a strip down your sweet cunt, a farewell caress, the whisper of a kiss to his last effort before lunch time is over and he can try again, later. “Let me pretend just for a little longer that you said yes—"

Your gaze drops to his trembling thighs and the warmth that settles in the pit of your tummy is intensified by the clear drop of precum shining at the tip of his gloriously thick and long cock, now achingly swollen and a mouthwatering shade darker in color than the rest of him.  

“I'm yours, Satoru-” you offer in a quiet whisper and can feel him shake his head. “You aren't.... but I’ll make you change your mind. You, just watch me, kitten."

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