#pls give me asks

[secretsideoframona]

I like the part where kastle is 'looks like they could kill you/will kill you' x 'looks like a cinnamon roll/will also kill you'

OMG YESSS!!!!! THISSSSS!!!!!

This trope fits them so well I can’t.

They match each others freaks to a certain level where they cannot be out in public together.

Imagine a random stranger thinking that Karen will try and stop Frank, but if Frank has a reason, the only question she’s asking is if he’s okay.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOR

Please do give me more comments or suggestions about them, I love to answer them ❤️ THIS INCLUDES EVERY TOPIC AND TO EVERYONE.

[perry-the-platypus-f1cs]

OK so! I'm taking suggestions on what ya'll want to read in my vampire dadler and Graveson au please either use my ask box or this post's comments to give me your ideas! (please i need them desperately 😭)

[slashfic-daydreams]

So just wanna say that I need to receive your asks and thoughts because, well, my inbox only has one ask in it and I need more lmao :']

[freakyblud]

I've made the Neil Perry RP blog

Please go ask him things !! He'd love to answer them lol

[secretsideoframona]

SOMEBODY GIVE ME ASKS

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[obscenicon]

if homestuck was trolls.....

[jynjackets]

I’m glad you came.

happy birthday @sydneyadmu 💫

[suntails]

accolade

[jigsawllie]

hiiiiiii

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

[inkedtension]

Title: “Warm Enough for You?” Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Toji wasn’t much for cuddling.

You knew this. Liked him anyway. Loved the scars, the bluntness, the way he filled a room like a shadow you’d never quite get rid of—and never wanted to.

The heater in your apartment was busted. Again. Your hands were freezing. Toji had just finished his shower, towel slung low on his hips, muscles still damp and glistening under the shitty bathroom light. He raised a brow when he found you curled in bed like a shivering ball, blankets up to your ears.

“Seriously?” he muttered, dropping the towel and pulling on just his boxers.

You peeked out. “It’s freezing. The blankets aren’t working.”

“Mm.” He climbed into bed next to you anyway, lifting the covers and slipping behind you. One arm lazily draped over your waist, his breath already hot on your neck.

Still not warm enough.

You squirmed a little, pressing back into him, feeling the hard lines of his body—and the heat, God, the heat he gave off like a furnace.

“Toji,” you whispered, soft and careful, testing the waters.

His hand gripped your hip lazily. “Yeah?”

Your face flushed, but you turned just enough to meet his eyes in the dark.

“Can I—can we... just cockwarm? For the heat.”

He went still for half a second, then let out a slow, surprised laugh. “That what you want, mama?” he rasped. “You cold enough to beg for me like that?”

Your throat tightened, but you nodded. “Please. Just wanna feel full. I’ll be good.”

His voice dropped to a growl—low, dangerous, but amused. “Fuck. You’re really somethin’, you know that?”

He moved behind you, slow and heavy, large hand sliding up your thigh, gripping you just under the knee as he shifted your leg forward.

“No squirming,” he warned. “You ask for this? You better take it like a good girl.”

You did.

And when he pressed flush against you, sliding inside in one long, possessive motion—you finally felt warm. You breathed out something between a sigh and a whimper, head dropping back against his shoulder.

Toji exhaled against your skin. “There. That warm enough for you, baby?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now go to sleep like this. Mine. Stuffed full. Pretty little heater, huh?”

You smiled softly in the dark, heat blooming low in your belly, every inch of you claimed and wrapped in him.

You were trying to focus on the warmth, on staying still like you promised—but he was so deep. Toji filled you in a way that made you feel split and whole all at once. Heavy. Hot. His.

You shifted slightly, trying not to move too much. But even the tiniest motion had his breath catching behind you.

“Mm.” His voice rumbled against your spine. “Thought you were gonna be good.”

You bit your lip. “I am.”

Toji chuckled darkly, hand sliding up your body beneath the blankets, rough fingertips tracing the shape of your waist, ribs, then—slowly—your breasts. He exhaled like he was looking at a damn shrine.

“Goddamn,” he murmured. “These tits... always so fuckin’ perfect.”

You gasped when he cupped them fully, massaging them with reverent, greedy hands. His thumbs brushed your nipples, and they hardened instantly in the cold air as the blankets slipped down. You felt him twitch inside you. He grinned.

“You’re warm now, yeah?” he whispered. “So you won’t mind if I enjoy myself a little.”

Then—he thrust up.

Not hard. Not fast. Just deep and slow enough to make your eyes fly open, a soft, choked sound catching in your throat.

“Toji—!”

He hummed. “You said cockwarming,” he teased, thrusting up again, just a little firmer. “Didn’t say I couldn’t have fun.”

Your back arched when he rolled one nipple between his fingers. “Fuck—just like that. Look at ‘em…” He leaned in, mouth dragging hot along your shoulder. “Softest fuckin’ tits I’ve ever touched. Could fall asleep with my mouth on ‘em.”

You moaned when he pinched, then soothed the sting with his tongue. He moved you onto your back with ease, never pulling out, just pressing in deeper.

Now he was above you—big, heavy, eyes dark with lust and that twisted kind of worship he’d never admit to.

“Gonna take my time,” he said low, dragging his tongue over your nipple, then sucking it into his mouth like he needed it. “You’re warm, wet, full, and lookin’ at me like you wanna cry if I stop.”

He thrust up again—slow, teasing, maddening.

“Say please” he said around your breast. “Say please, mama.”

“Please” you whispered, breathless. “Toji, please.”

He groaned like that word did something to him. Mama. Sweet. Filthy. Yours.

“That’s my girl” he said, dragging his tongue over your chest again, teeth grazing sensitive skin, squeezing them tits with his hands then burying his face in the soft skin. “Fuck, I could stay right here all night. Buried in this pussy, mouth full of these tits. Best goddamn heater I ever had.”

“Fuck this,” he muttered. “I’m done playin’.”

You barely had time to breathe before he slammed his hips forward, deep and hard, knocking a full moan out of you—raw and stunned.

“God—Toji!”

He growled. Not soft, not amused—feral. Like the leash he kept on himself finally snapped.

“You beg like that and expect me to hold back?” Another thrust—rougher this time. His hand fisted in the sheets by your head, his other on your jaw, tilting you to look at him. “Nah, mama. You knew what you were doing.”

You tried to answer, to explain it wasn’t a trick—but it didn’t matter. His rhythm had gone from slow and teasing to animal. Deep. Brutal. Overwhelming.

His eyes locked on your face like he was reading every reaction, memorizing the way your mouth opened with every push, the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. You were a mess under him, and he loved it.

“This pussy’s too good to waste on patience,” he gritted out, sweat dripping from his jaw as he fucked into you harder. “You keep clenching like that, makin’ those fuckin’ noises—what did you expect me to do, huh?”

You cried out, fingers digging into his back, legs locking around him on instinct.

“Toji—!”

He snapped his hips again, faster now, chasing the sound of his name like it fed something inside him.

“Yeah,” he panted, breath hot against your mouth. “Say it again.”

“Toji—!”

“Louder.”

“Toji—please—!”

“There she is,” he groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. All mine.”

His mouth was on your neck now, biting, licking, breathing against your skin like he needed to mark you everywhere. His hand slid down to your thigh, pulling your legs over his shoulders, gripping tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you like he didn’t want to stop. Like he couldn’t.

“Feel that?” he grunted, voice wrecked. “That’s what you do to me. Every time. You break me, mama. You fuckin’ ruin me.”

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he mutters, his grip tightening around your waist.

He pinches a nipple, tugging it between his fingers.

“Can’t help but play with you, mama. You’re just too goddamn perfect.”

He leans over, closer to your face, spits in your agape mouth and watches you gulp it down, your two legs are then pushed again, onto a mating press and he starts pumping into you, resisting the urge to roll his eyes back to stare at your face.

“You’re so fuckin' perfect,” he groans, his voice ragged as he holds you steady.

You’re lost, fully lost in him now, everything around you spinning—his hands, his voice, his control.

He holds you still, hands coming up to your wrists to hold then above your head, mouth meeting yours in a gruffly affectionate kiss, moans and groans matching yours, as he cums, deep.

“Yasss, mama, there we go,” he says while kissing you down the way, as you shivered a little.

“She took it all in, how sweet,” he puts your panties back on.

[secretsideoframona]

guess who’s back

[orengejoshi]

could you draw Dr. Flug pregnant, without the bag over his head?

no I'm sorry, if you mean my bagless Flug design; it's a little too obviously based on a real human being (GLP/GermanLetsPlay, who uses a very similar design of his persona for merch, it's absolutely his trademark. my german followers always recognize him immediately.) and I won't do that without consent. it's my full intention for him to look exactly like Manu bc I thought it would be funny. if I design a different bagless Flug maybe in the future I can do that, but I probably won't.

I dislike the idea of Flug's face being revealed and dread it. I don't want to know. the secret is the appeal!! I'm slightly objectum

this is all I can offer you! I hope you still like it🫡

some excited chatting between these two dorks🩷

I'll even throw a random headcanon at you: I like to think Flug and Black Hat are both autistic, but Flug is the talkative, expressive type and Black Hat the one that is almost always mute and monotone. yapper x listener ig haha

[sporelings-au]

I have a question

How do you feel about mother spore in a Victorian dress? Like those big fancy dresses? I got it stuck in my head and now I can't stop thinking about it

[knoxic]

"the next book is Elain's" this

"the next book is Gwyn's" that

elucien this elriel that blablabla

what about LUCIEN'S book???? where we get to know more about his family and past???? where HE gets to know about Helion???? where he may catch a break and have a good time FOR ONCE????

[ryllen]

When he saved me on Glorious Masquerade, I finally understand why people like him (so thoughtful huhu .. TT TT)

[somerandomdudelmao]

Are you participating in Art Fight this year? :D

Nope. I never participate in anything because the second someone who isn't me tells me to draw "this specific thing", my brain decides that we're going to draw anything else except what's required