#plz be niceys to me.

[sillyandquiteawkward]

dungeon meshi spoilers and ppl are going to hate me for saying it but the and they run off into the sunset together/immediately become gfs farcille is such a little annoyance of mine. did you forget to ask falin if she wanted that. falin wants to discover who she is for literally the first time in her entire life, and live for just herself, at least for a little bit. of course she loves and cherishes marcille, but its the same reason she turns shuro down. this isnt even like asexual agenda, its just. falin doesnt want to be in a relationship until she goes thru more character growth. and its just kind of bummer to see ppl not respect falins wishes to not be in a relationship when shes literally never asked for anything ever before </3 and i also get half of the dungeon meshi fans havent even read how the manga ends yet and they are just vibing on anime fandom consensus so i cant exactly be Mad. and also i dont even hate farcille i think its cute. i just dont want to be seen like a #hater i just think this should be acknowledged. i just think itd be neat if we could all hold hands and understand when a character loves differently than what we expect. sometimes people want to be alone to discover who they are before they marry their first highschool lover and then never grow as a person.

[voidedjuice]

more normal things i drew while feeling regular 👍

[cobwebbedcat]

Slutweed 

MINORS DNI 

Warnings: top dom(ish) amab gn reader, sub bottom trans male Mammon, puppy play, piss!, weed/drug use, anal, daddy kink, light breeding kink, mams goes nonverbal for a hot sec 

Terms used for mammon: tits, chest, pussy, cunt, clit, reader talks about his womb 

"I have'ta pee."  

"Okay? Go then?" You're not sure what the big deal is, or why Mammon is sharing this information with you.  

If you were sober you’d catch the underlying attempt at an invitation that seeps through his tone, if you were sober you’d actually witness the way he batted his eyelashes at you while he said it. You’re not sober, but you’re not as far gone as he is. Just gone enough to be thoroughly entertained and entranced with Mammon’s hand. His brows furrow at your response.  

"Yeah okay,” he huffs, yanking his hand away from you and getting out of the bed. He hesitates, “s’not like I want you there, or anything, but if you wanna come,” he pauses for a definitive moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, “if you wanna come, you can.” Now that he’s better verbalized that he so obviously wants you to join him—despite his claims not to—you catch his drift. You’ll never give up the chance to watch him piss.  

"Cute," you hum, and hoist yourself out of the bed and take his hand in yours once again. The two of you walk to the bathroom connected to his room, and sooner than later he's standing in front of the toilet. He finally lets go of your hand in favor of shimmying out of his sweatpants. You watch, confusion slowly building as he kicks his pants fully off and stands in front of the toilet.  

"Aren't you going to sit?" You finally ask, and Mammon blinks before laughing. 

"Fuck. Forgot I don't have a dick," he explains. You bark out a laugh, and Mammon flushes, beginning to pout now that you’re laughing along with him. 

"I mean,” you recover your composure much quicker than you’d thought was possible for you right now, “there is a way for you to piss standing up.” 

Mammon squints at you, trying to figure out what you’re insinuating. You can practically hear him thinking; just when you’re about to tell him exactly what you mean, his eyes widen and he licks his lips.  

"Yeah," he breathes your name, "please, I wanna," and he doesn't even have to beg, but it sure does add to the warmth that’s been slowly growing in your loins ever since Mammon invited you to the bathroom with him.  

You lead a pantless, very excited Mammon back to his room, and take out the pee pad you have. Considering how things normally play out when he uses the pee pad, you pocket some lube for good measure.  

You set it up on the floor for him and Mammon's breathing quickens as he eagerly stands atop it.  

He worldlessly reaches out to hold your hand, and you let him take it.  

"Gonna pee here for me, little puppy?" You ask softly. Mammon whines at your words, again shifting from leg to leg, out of eagerness or a full bladder you can't tell.  

It only takes a moment and then he starts to relieve himself, completely wetting his inner thighs as a puddle forms beneath him. Mammon looks down, watching himself with glazed over eyes. Your cock twitches in your pants, your thoughts racing with imagining eating him out after this, or making him sit in his mess.  

Mammon eventually steps his legs open and reaches down with his free hand, spreading his pussy open so his stream flows uninterrupted onto the pad.  

Letting go of his hand, you step behind him, holding onto his hips and rubbing your cock against his ass as you watch over his shoulder. Mammon's legs shake a bit, and then he's grinding back against you as his stream dies down.  

“Want me to fuck you?” you ask softly, bringing your hands from his hips to his chest, squeezing his tits and rolling his slowly hardening nipples under your thumbs. 

“Yeah,” Mammon breathes, “in my ass.” 

"Seriously?" you ask, feeling your cock throb at his words. You know better to question him, it always makes him doubt himself.  

“No. Or I mean yeah, only if you wanna. Y’don’t have to,” he mumbles, “but if you wanted to, ‘m already clean.” You don't need to be told twice.  

“Shit puppy, I’ll fuck your ass.” 

Mammon practically falls to his hands and knees, at that. You know, at best, he’s actively turned on by the fact that he’s sitting in his own puddle of piss, at worst he is clearly unbothered by it. He raises his ass enticing—inviting you to touch him.  

You’re a bit clumsy with getting out of your pants, but who could blame you, with him looking so good in front of you. Settling between his legs, you keep the lube you’d grabbed earlier within reaching distance. You place your hands on Mammon’s ass and he whines, arching into your touch. Blood rushes to your cock; you feel lightheaded as you spread his cheeks and reveal his hole to you.  

“You-” you pause, letting a finger circle his hole. Cotton mouth is getting to you, and you audibly swallow before continuing. “You prepped yourself already?” 

“Lil’ bit, need more,” he hums softly, wiggling his hips. Despite feeling like your mouth is dry, you manage to gather a glob of saliva in your mouth and promptly spit it on his entrance.  

You won’t use your spit as lube, you do it just because it’s filthy, because you can, and because Mammon keens—high and long—when you rub your spit against and into his hole. You’re aching to be inside of him.  

“Fuck-- fuckin’ come on,” he begs, his voice cracking and straining with need. You spank him, quick and sharp; his back arches further as he melts into the pad.  

“Calm down pup” you chide, grabbing the lube nearby and coating your fingers in it. “Gonna have to muzzle you if you keep rushing me,” you think about that, gagging him with something, but you know you’ll want to hear whatever mindless babbles will fall from his lips once you start fucking him.  

Mammon doesn’t say anything, just moans when you ever-so-slowly sink your finger into his ass. It must be agonizing for him, to hold himself up on his hands and knees, to lay in his own piss, to be as wet as he is right now (thoroughly drenched), and to be opened up so carefully and slowly.  

You rub your finger against his insides, then press in another finger slowly. Mammon takes it like a champ, twitching and squeezing around your digits as he humps his hips back against your hand.  

“Greedy little thing,” you groan. Mammon giggles but it’s cut off when you curl your fingers.  

“Oh, ’m just,” he hiccups, “I need it daddy, I need ya, need your cock—shit!” He gasps when you take your free hand and spank his ass. His hole clenches like a vice around you. Your cock throbs.  

Your patience is running thin, but you make him wait just a bit longer, scissoring your fingers open, feeling him loosen up for you. 

“Gotta grab a condom,” you mutter, easing your fingers out of him ever so slowly. Mammon whines, but doesn’t protest more than that. He knows better.  

Standing on shaky legs, you stumble to the bedside table, grabbing a condom before making yourself comfortable once again behind him. u

Mammon’s busied himself by pressing his face into his mess, lazily licking at his piss, a hand between his legs slowly circling his fingers around his hard clit.  

You watch him for a moment, your cock leaking pre and twitching at the sight of him, while you try your best to open the condom with shaky, sticky fingers.  

Once you’ve got it on, you slick yourself with lube, and drape yourself over Mammon’s body.  

He pulls his head up, licking his lips, then mumbling something.  

“What was that, pup?” you ask, pressing the head of your cock against his hole. 

“Want ya—” he huffs, averting eye contact, “want ya t’mount me, daddy.” Involuntarily, your hips jerk forward, and your cockhead ruts against his hole.  

“God damn,” you hiss, taking yourself into your hand, “relax,” you say, unsure if it’s for yourself or Mammon to hear.   

Ever so slowly, you press yourself into him. He gasps and moans, shuddering from the intensity of the sensation and stretch.  

“Fuck, puppy,” you moan, feeling breathless and close already. “Taking daddy’s cock so well, baby. Feel so fucking good,” Mammon whines at your words, still playing with his clit. 

“Full,” you hear him mumble. You rock your hips, gently starting to fuck him into the pee pad. “Oh,” Mammon gasps.  

“Feelin’ good?” you ask, leaning over him to kiss his back tenderly.  

“Uh-uh huh,” you know him well enough to know he sounds close already. 

“Taking me so well,” you repeat yourself, because your brain is hazy with lust and weed and the beautiful man beneath you, and shit, he really does open up nicely for you. Still fucking his ass nice and slow, you bring one of your hands down to his pussy—bypassing his clit because Mammon’s fingers are preoccupied with it—and easily slip two fingers into his hole.  

“Fuck!” Mammon cries, trembling. 

“Feel me, baby?” you tease, rubbing your fingers against your own cock from within his insides. Mammon gushes and twitches violently around you.  

“Daddy--” he gurgles, trailing off and mumbling something incoherent. 

“It’s okay puppy, hah, you can cum if you want to.” Being the ever submissive demon that he is, it’s not until he’s granted permission that he does; crying out your name and coming completely undone under you. It takes everything in you to not fill the condom then and there. Instead, you ever so slowly fuck him through it, finding it difficult to move with just how tightly he clenches down on you.  

“God damn,” you groan again, easing yourself ever so slowly out of him once he slowly returns to himself. 

“Can I cum in your pussy, puppy?” you roll off the condom and toss it carelessly elsewhere.  

Mammon doesn’t respond with a verbal go ahead, but he raises his hips for you and whines pathetically, looking back at you with his red and dilated eyes giving you a pleading look.  

“Mhm, thank you pup,” you coo, pulling out your fingers and easing your cock raw into his cunt. Mammon groans, then lets out a pleased sigh. You know his masochistic self would have loved you to fuck his ass roughly, but you just can’t bring yourself to doing it just yet. Instead, you fuck his pussy hard and deep, selfishly chasing your orgasm.  

Mammon babbles under you, mostly unintelligible, but you pick up the stray moan of your name and “please.” You’re not any more composed, vocalizing every thought that enters your mind. 

“My puppy, hah, sweet thing, my—ah—my  sweet puppy, love you, feel so-oh good, puppy, gonna breed you pup, fuck,” he’s so hot and tight around you, the weed makes it hard to focus on what feels best, “gotta fill your womb with my cum, hah, you’ll take it all won’t you puppy?” He nods his head, which surprises you, because you can barely follow your own train of thought. “Fuck, that’s right, shit, gonna cum,” you warn. You feel dizzy, hot, and rabid, the sound of your hips slapping against Mammon’s skin echoes throughout the room as you pound him into the floor.  

“Mammon,” you gasp softly as you find your peak, burying your cock deep inside him and pumping your cum into him. He can’t speak at all now, just whines and keens softly, his overstimulated pussy spasming around your dick.  

You keep yourself lodged in him for a good minute, until you’re soft and your body aches. 

Mammon is thoroughly fucked and still stoned, so as soon as you’re not there to hold him up he slumps into the mess that’s been soaking into the pee pad.  

“C’mon baby, up we go,” you mumble softly, taking him into your arms. He lazily drapes his arms around you, sighing contently, and nuzzling into your touch.  

“Bath?”  

Mammon nods at the suggestion, so you rise to your feet and shakily make your way to the bathroom. You’ll deal with the mess later.  

“Hungry?” you check, setting him down in the tub as you fill it with water. Mammon shakes his head no. “You hurting at all?” He rolls his eyes at that. You pinch his thigh, “shut up, I know you’re the all powerful and great demon Mammon, but I get to ask anyways,” you pout. He smiles, his fangs poking against his teeth, before he pulls you in for a kiss.  

When you pull away his stomach growls. “Liar,” you tease, kissing him again quickly before rising to your feet. 

“No, no,” he gasps, holding onto you, “s’fine, don’t leave t’feed me.” You coo, entering the tub with him and rewarding your greedy man by smothering him with kisses and cuddles. You want to kick yourself for even imagining leaving him in this state. 

“Of course sweetheart, we’ll keep this short, then get something to eat, how’s that sound?” he nods at that, letting you wrap yourself around him.  

“I wanna eat, and I wanna watch a movie, and maybe fuck again,” he huffs, leaving no room for negotiation.  

“Yeah,” you laugh, kissing his skin, hoping to convey your endless love through such a mundane action, “yeah, we can do that puppy.”  

[draculovemp3]

⚠️ BOY ANACHRONISM 🩸🖤💒💄🚬

[sunriseindigo]

terukooooooo

[theheroand]

Adrift in the Harbor

Claramay finds Ganyu at her most vulnerable.

Word count: 702

Tagging @kayakoto-enterprises and @serenadeofsunshine because they asked to be tagged in my writing :)

Claramay opened their eyes to find themselves alone in their bed. The other side of the mattress was cool to the touch, implying that they had been alone in their bed for quite some time. They gingerly stood up, the silken sheets rustling under their movement, and looked towards the balcony on the side of the room. They saw a figure there, bathed in the gentle light of the moon, resting against the rail of the terrace. They took a step towards the silhouette.

"Ganyu," their words left their mouth tentatively, "are you... okay?"

Their partner turned toward them, her cornflower blue hair flowing in the nighttime breeze. A lacy white nightgown draped across her elegant figure.

"What are you doing up so late?" She asked, as if she herself wasn't wide awake in the middle of the night.

"I could ask you the same question," they replied with a touch of humor, but concern seeped into their words.

"I was having a difficult time sleeping," she answered matter-of-factly. She turned back to face the outside, looking up at the crescent moon, and Claramay took a few steps forward to look at her closer. "The moonlight is an excellent place to think."

They joined her in her spot, leaning against the guardrail next to her. Her eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim setting, the violet and peach-pink hues sparkling with the light of the stars. And yet, there was something... else, that they could see on her face. Something distinctly familiar.

"You're homesick," they blurted out, "aren't you?" The two of them looked at each other for a moment, as if they were trying to figure out what was just said.

"I..."

"I'm so sorry, Ganyu," they interrupted, "I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have said that." She rested her fingertips delicately on the back of their knuckles. Her touch was ever so slightly warm.

"No, it was a rather astute observation." She smiled slightly, looking up at them. "To be quite honest... I haven't felt this strangely in a long time."

"About Jueyun Karst?"

She looked at them with a pained gaze for a moment, before the look in her eyes softened again.

"Among other things," she finally replied, looking down at the view below the balcony. "In truth, I am not sure if I've really ever had a home."

"Ganyu..."

"In Jueyun Karst," she continued, "there are very few means for company there. Being only half adeptus, I've never fully grown accustomed to the solitude."

"Is that why you came to Liyue Harbor?" Their hand clasped at the neckline of their shirt, wanting to reach out to her and comfort her but unsure how.

"Yes, and yet... I still do not belong. These people, they've lived here all their lives. They've been able to put down roots. And yet, I, who have been here since this region's infancy, still feel like an outsider. In neither companionship nor isolation do I feel welcomed."

There is silence, for a moment, only the sounds of the autumn breeze permeating the air.

"I'm sure it's not the same," Claramay admitted softly, "but I understand a bit of how you feel." She looked up at them, their eyes catching each other and this time, not averting. "Growing up in Mondstadt, with my family, was difficult. It never really felt like I was a part of it. That's one of the reasons I began traveling so much. I was looking for something I've... never quite had."

"Did you find it?" Ganyu asked, in an uncharacteristically tentative voice.

"I think so." They stepped a bit closer to her, and held out their hands. She placed her own gingerly in theirs. "In many ways, we are different. But there's one thing that I know, Ganyu. I know that I love you. And I would like to be your home, if you'd let me."

They watched as tears welled up in her eyes. Without a word, she lunged into them, arms tightly wrapped around their shoulders, face buried in their chest. They held her tight as her body trembled. They had never seen her cry before. "It's okay," they murmured, stroking her hair, "it's alright. You're home."

[ursaspecter]

What if Arthur got picked up by Colm instead of Dutch and Hosea...

Esteemed guests may I introduce: Arthur O'Driscoll

[weather-phenomenon]

also yh given the fact tht ive had sharp shooting joint pain in all parts of my body today it probably is a sign cri

[nonbinary-morro]

I was just about to go to bed but I rememberd, why did vriska mind control tavros to spell out a message telling him to kill her quickly with her blood instead of, idk, mind controlling him into killing her?

[kragehund-est]

13 and 27 plz!

13. biggest turn ons:

being niceys to me or teasing me, these both work but only sometimes. idk, i don't have anything in particular.

27. description of someone i like:

i don't have anyone im into rn. generally my type is twink-ish dudes with long hair, and tomboys. personality-wise im into sarcastic people who do not like me romantically.

[probably-a-plant-thing]

bored af at work, send me asks about ocs or the variants or whatever plz that'd be niceys

[metfell]

guys plz be so niceys to me for a bit my memory is a lot worse than usual </3 U_U

[moe-broey]

I'm gonna be niceys! Sharena rambles pretty plz? 🥺

YAAY THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺

One unfortunate thing is that my Sharena thoughts are definitely harder for me to grasp... they do have to come to me in a vision LMFAO (THIS. Is going to be a little messy bc of that I think!)

But lately I've been kicking myself over the fact that the Sharena autism didn't kick in for me while Dragalia Lost was still in service, so while I have a huge pile of Alfonse screenshots I have BARELY any of Sharena.

This dialogue stuck with me a lot though! And something SUPER cute tbh is how her cooking has been such a consistent part of her character, that it's mentioned in Dragalia, and continues to be mentioned in more recent FEH moments

(Cannot remember if that Alfonse dialogue is from a Forging Bonds -- I feel like it may be -- but also I feel like it could be from Book 7 too??? Either way it was recent!)

These screenshots made me remember a really old WIP of mine as well...

Other aspects I was exploring were slightly incompatible ways of loving/showing love. Where Sharena is wired towards physical affection, and may not fully internalize something unless it's directly stated and clarified for her. Which! I think is also a brilliant catalyst storytelling wise, to set up just how severely lonely she felt. That, Henriette and Gustav aside, plus generally being isolated from the world... maybe, especially as a child, it was hard for her to conceptualize that Alfonse DID love her. Leading her to feel even more alone, even if there was at least one person who loved her. Even if that person was with her most of the time.

(that last bit is something I've especially had to consider deeply.... bc their relationship IS so significant to me. How is it, she ended up in the dream realm? Despite being loved so dearly?)

Other snippets, from more recent WIPs that I've been rotating in my mind....

Devoid of context but like. I have SO many interconnected plotlines where Sharena is at the center of it all LMFAOO (One I've talked a lot about is Triandra and Alfonse navigating The Situation, but this recent one is in light of what happened with Seidr and Heidr. WHICH. I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT. Esppp in comparison to Reginn.)

Some context. As a treat (TRYING NOT TO SHOW MY ENTIRE HAND AND ALSO I HIT IMAGE LIMIT ANF ALSO. Idk when I'll even get to All Of This I do feel like eventually I just have to cave and learn how Ao3 works LMFAOOOOOO)

I am sorry all of this is in relation to Alfonse btw 🥲 LIKE. I do tend to write from Alfonse's POV (third person limited? Never first person, but very much told from his perspective/knowledge/feelings. Meanwhile important info about other characters' emotional states is show don't tell, implied, ect). Which results in something funny sometimes where like. It Is focused on Alfonse, sure. But Sharena IS the core of it all, actually. Sometimes, to the point of haunting the narrative... just a little bit!

[doomspiral]

Watching everyone and their mom reblog that au teen gil pic plz be niceys to me its just a silly plot bunny au i have with my friend okeis

[teekays]

plz profile WYATT JOHNSTON for the johnny supporters

MY BOYYY he makes me feel like the tweet about the kid whose mom stood up at his high school wrestling match and yelled "STOP HES JUST A BOY" he is literally just a boy....

First impression

automatically love a stars rookie and then i actually saw him play and i was like oh my god??? and THEN i was like ohhh he's a cutie...

Impression now

my special boy... i love that he's sooo like. chill and humble and seems to have such a good head on his shoulders and be significantly less cocky than a lot of the other prominent young guys AND more willing to go along w the kind of dorky vibe the stars have and i especially love his little friendship w pavs!!! so so sweet and i think it's great that he knows what he can handle and chose to stay w someone older rather than being on his own. not to be like He's mature for his age! because i think he is very much 19 and sillay but he is very grounded and fits in so well w the older guys it's very natural... vibes guy in training i think he's a great fit w the stars and i hope he stays with them for a long time :')

Favorite moment

HIS FIRST PLAYOFFS GOAL! and also the weird sock ad pavs did where wyatt is like very clearly out of his depth but just happy to be there. as i said... down for the ride <3

Idea for a story

in the stars extended college au universe he IS a freshman orientation leader who's like a little nervous but takes his job very seriously

Unpopular opinion

everyone needs to be so niceys to him all the time.

Favorite relationship

him and pavs as his old ass coworker bestie and also him and tseguin as like "uncle who lets you have a beer at age 13". he's just a boy he doesn't have time for romance

Favorite headcanon

i know his ass knows loves and enjoys tiktok dances

[steeltwigz]

The Hangman's Noose trap from Saw sucks, you can just use your foot to hit either side of the board to find out how wide it is and where you can step, just balance and you're fine. Ik there's a timer or whatever but it's not like throwing the guy the key was a better idea than mine. "Ouhh but he's scared so balance and thinking is hard!" Whatever. He should take a deep breath and think for a second. [I only know the trap from videos about Saw and have not watched the movie plz b niceys to me]