#or maybe it won’t

[blamemma]

well….,maybe it’ll be time…

[kairithemang0]

My blog in a nutshell

Reblog if your blog is also silly

or don’t 🙃

[dr-lizortecho]

gotta continuously remind myself my writing is for me- so whether I’m a bad writer or not has nothing to do with the interaction on my fic- that primarily is a result of me writing niche stuff that only appeals to me and secondarily and incidentally because I’m a bad writer and an annoying person, I say this light heartedly btw, like yes your writing has to be for you, but it has to be for you in two ways

to create the ideas you need to see for your blorbo sanity and to also flex writing muscles and learn about writing and story telling and character building, because like- how far I’ve come in my writing is insane to me over the last few years, like I have made leaps and bounds in how I write and changed my tone to a more refined thing- even if it still has so far yet to go, and like sometimes I gotta remind myself of that because I get stuck in this weird haze of thinking maybe it’s actually really bad- and like sure it is, but I am an amateur whose playing Barbie dolls and not editing and releasing my first drafts of everything, and eventually that won’t be the case (aka when i actually wrote my novel and do multiple drafts and edit it like hell

[ninawolv3rina]

factssssssss give them to meeeee

Hello and welcome to FAE FACTS (tm)!

- he can speak a lot of languages including a few different dialects of human languages (Spanish lmao). He and his mom spoke Spanish to each other often but since she died he doesn’t speak it much anymore

- He’s rly into poisons. Because of this, he happens to have a lot of incidental knowledge about the natural world. Sometimes it comes across like he has an innocent interest in plants and animals but it’s just because he’s learning about poisons by process of elimination so he learns innocent facts by accident.

- honestly most of the cute innocent things about him are incidental, if he tells you something that seems sweet or surprisingly not-evil it’s probably something he figured out while doing evil things and now he keeps the knowledge on hand to be manipulative ksjdhksdjh

- He’s one step away from being a guy that puts everything in his mouth to see if it’s edible but because his self preservation instinct is too strong he’s more of a ‘convince his allies to put things in their mouth to see if it’s edible’ kind of guy

- he used to read a lot when he was younger (because of stakeouts and he gets bored very easily). Mostly romance and historical fiction. He likes stories set in dwarven culture and might have a skewed perception of what dwarves are actually like because he reads so much fiction by and about them.

- he thinks tech is really really cool but considers the people who work in it to be Nerds. If he sees tech that’s generally useful on a utilitarian level he’s already thinking about how he could use it to do Evil Shit

- he’s very bi but has a preference for men. He’s kind of a corrupting force—he likes to draw people in by acting like they could fix him, then proving them wrong, but one of these days someone’s actually going to fix him and then what’s he going to do?

ANYWAYS that’s all i got for now! Thank you for asking!!!!

[bris-getting-shifty]

I’m gonna start talking about my streaming shit and my twitch here because this is a reality I inhabit and streamer drs are common. My streamer dr just happens to be unscripted and the reality that I’m “from”

[greykolla-art]

Ooooh careful, Alastor! Your line between manipulation and genuine care is getting blurryyyyyyyyyy 👀!

I missed drawing them man! Miss Sweet and mister Scary in situations together is my favourite! ❤️ (but did it have to span 9 coloured pages I almost died?!)

(No I won’t do a part 2 😘!)

[thatskindarough]

Hella-Novella night 🎉🎉

[bagel-bird-ainsor]

A couple angry Edgeworths for ya, plus a Gumshoe who’s just happy to be here.

Man he’s so fun to draw. I’m excited to get started on the Investigations remaster! It’ll be my first time playing those games. Looking forwards to seeing Gumshoe and Franziska again, since I’ve gotten through Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice, which I enjoyed thoroughly but there was a severe lack of those two.

[cchapsticck]

hey it’s wip wednesday here’s some stuff from the More Regular But Still My WIP So One’s Mileage May Vary one:

[stars-obsession-pit]

The “insane” twin

The Fentons found about Danny being Phantom and… it could have gone worse?

They don’t hate him. He’s not in any danger of being vivisected or having his adoption annulled. However, they’ve convinced themselves that he’s not actually a ghost; clearly he must be just a Meta with ghost-like powers and delusions of being dead!

So now he’s spending time in a psychiatric institute. Oh joy.

Well, at least they aren’t shooting at him?

…And of course this is when his twin brother Damian finds out he’s alive and comes to see him. While he’s in the looney bin.

Great.

[squshymarsh]

DcxDp Get back here you little shi-

It’s not unusual for the siblings of the Batclan to go out together when they need to be seen in public for more than official events. It is weird when Bruce joins them on an outing to do some shopping and eating out.

But here they are walking out of a restaurant towards the waiting set of cars around the block. Finally heading home after making a show of being a happy family. Nearly everyone from Dick teasing jason at the head of the group. To Tim and Steph annoying Damien at the back while Bruce, Duke and Cass walk in the middle.

It’s almost to normal for them.

So of course something has to ruin the almost domestic moment. It’s not a rouge or some massive attack. Instead it’s a kid Damien’s age running full speed out of an alley that Jason and Dick had just passed seconds ago.

The boy crashes into the grimy sidewalk right in-front of the Middle three of the group. His lanky limbs doing nothing to catch himself as he hits the ground hard and turns to look at the glowing green tie around his ankles. His head moving so fast it whips his shaggy black hair out of his face revealing startling blue eyes.

The group of vigilantes just stand there a second processing. Apparently staring to long as the boy slips the green rope off of him then takes off across the street. Disappearing into another alley just as another figure emerged from the one the boy had come from.

“Get back here you little shit! I’m gonna kill you for real this time!”

[faceeeeee]

I have to make an announcement-

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[satoblue]

MDNI, f!reader, ghost husband satoru (he is dead after shinjuku but is stuck between worlds and haunts you), a little angsty at first then smutty, masturbation (satoru ofc sigh he is a freak even when deceased), cumming on your face. | not proofread, will likely play around with this idea more in the future, dividers made by me

ghost husband satoru . . . if there is one thing that hasn’t changed about him even though he is without a corporeal form — it is that he is capable of turning any situation sexual. though, his freakiness proves rather helpful this time as it confirms that maybe you can sense him at times. it first happens when you’re asleep one night, and like usual, your husband is watching over you.

all he feels - and all you feel these past couple of days - is nothing but grief and heartbreak. both of you were mourning (though he was the only one who was technically dead) the loss of each other and how you’d no longer be able to hold one another. to kiss, to caress, to feel your heartbeats against your chests. he often finds himself lost in thought, gazing at something distant and out of his reach, sights strictly stuck on your form. you toss and turn — and satoru, he would always complain about your icy feet and how he’d wake up in the middle of the night to your foot on his cheek. but now, he wishes more than anything in the world to feel the chill of your skin than that of death.

with each passing night, you only grow more restless as satoru’s scent seems to dissipate from the sheets and from the air of your home. you feel even colder than normal, the bed no longer warm and inviting. there was no comforting presence alongside you, no loud snores and breaths right beside your ear as a certain someone invades your space. for once and for forever, you have the bed all to yourself — and you hate it.

eventually, at some point, you end up on your back, lightly snoring as you finally manage to shut your eyes. satoru lets out a breath of relief. at least you’d have a couple hours of sleep to properly function the next day. as he continues to stare, however, his eyes don’t fail to roam over you — attention shifting from your face to your heaving chest. he can tell you weren’t wearing a bra like usual — your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt.

seconds pass as he looks, and the harder he does . . . the harder he gets down below. satoru’s head whips down in shock, a bit flustered at the way his cock twitches to (ironically) life. how could he still do that? this paranormal stuff is weird — his paranormal penis is weird. out of all the times to get an erection . . . your husband shoots his gaze towards you, where you lay all sprawled out, covers kicked off from your wrestle with an imaginary creature in your dreams (at least, that is what he picked up on from your sleepy mumbles).

could he even…… cum? — like this, he means. he didn’t even know he could get a boner in this state so it wouldn’t exactly hurt to try. satoru crawls atop the bed slowly — and it doesn’t shift or dip as if he’s lighter than a feather, like he doesn’t even exist. yet, he still does so quietly and carefully, as if scared to wake you even though he knows it isn’t possible. he makes his way on top of you, straddling you. and as he lingers above, looking down at the sight of your slightly parted lips in your slumber, spying a bit of drool at the corner — he can’t help but throb in his pants with interest. you look so innocent and peaceful, and yet, your filthy (dead) husband can’t help but be a freak at a moment like this by getting off to it.

after a bit of (no) contemplating, he tugs down the front of his pants, enough to free his cock just a bit. he hisses slightly as his tip meets the abnormally icy air and with a sigh, he starts stroking himself — right above your face. unbelievably, heat creeps up onto his face and spreads throughout his entire body. this was wrong, but . . . you wouldn’t mind right? it’s not as though you knew your husband whom you’ve been crying over for the past few weeks is jerking off on you while you sleep . . . as a ghost.

the hand stroking him works faster, and if he could, he’d probably be sweating by now. letting out a string of groans and whines, his tip leaks and dribbles a bit onto your shirt, but it doesn’t bleed through and soak it. with that, he feels a little bolder, more confident and assured in his depravity and runs his mushroom tip over your lips only to feel a mixture of irritation and disappointment as it does nothing for him. all it serves is sending a weird sensation down his spine at the contact.

regardless of that, satoru imagines himself cumming straight into your open mouth, the familiar coil in his stomach building and he starts strokes himself even quicker, breathless gasps permeating the air while his hips rut desperately into his own hand. and before he can stop himself — his cock explodes, sending rope after rope of his semen on your face.

with a flinch, your eyes shoot wide open. satoru yelps, jolting back in surprise, almost stumbling back but catching himself with a hand on the bedding.

you blink up at the ceiling, startled like a lamb, before your hand reaches up slowly. and if his heart could beat, it’d be thundering in his chest right about now. he swallows, watching closely as you feel around your face for whatever just hit you …….. only to find nothing.

huh?

the evidence of his transparent orgasm doesn’t budge the slightest bit as your fingers trace around the perimeter of your face. that is, until you sit up and he shuffles back a bit, making room for you even though he technically doesn’t have to (it’s more out of instinct). and right then, his seed starts dripping down, unable to defy gravity. but you can no longer sense it now, as if the odd sensation suddenly vanished.

but, you felt it. you felt the phantom feeling of him blowing his load all over your face. out of all the things he’s done so far to get you to acknowledge that he is here, that he’s touching you — that’s the first bit of contact you recognize?

[thefleshyougoveggie]

was just on a first date! it went pretty well

[mythmerth]

not enough people talk about how personal it is that Merlin and arthur are nearly the same height. thus far I have pretty much only been intimate with people who are within centimeters of my height and god it’s something. we can make eye contact accidentally all the time. across the room, right next to each other, doesn’t matter, we always lock eyes. when we get close it’s anyone’s game. we could kiss. we could back away. we could press each other against a wall. we can feel each others words before we ever touch. every time Merlin is adjusting Arthur’s armor, shoving him around, fixing his clothes, he is right there in his space, eye level, and it’s anyone’s game. It just gets me every damn time like this is soooo personal to me