#plz don’t hate me

[espressotonicc]

He could have lied. He could have said he didn’t love him. He was just having fun. That he meant nothing to him.

Instead he said that he wanted to be his last, he wanted forever, that loving him would destroy him.

And I don’t know which one is more cruel.

Oh, Tommy, you beautiful idiot.

[half-shadowgalra]

@bookworm-fangirl1 and @bleep-bloop-boo

Made a few more, imma just leave them here

I love them <333

Original pictures

The reason why there are duplicates of some pictures is because one drawing has blur and the other doesn’t

The one with Leo and Bianca is just a silly of when Leo suggested that one time to just let Nico die :)

I’m gonna take a break from drawing rn

But I CANT WAIT to continue this :3

[softiekatz]

are we at a point where we can talk abt ruby being a trans girl or are we not there yet

[anderperry-soliloquies]

Once Christmas is over I hope to be a lot more active :(

[lotusfl0w3r-16]

HEEEM im so nervous but i was requested drawing daft punk unmasked, though I’ve only gotten around to drawing Thomas for now.. AHH plz enjoy (btw he’s meant to be looking in a mirror so sorry for the odd background)

[goosepool]

If Blake Lively saw how many edits i have of Ryan Reynolds/Deadpool she would probably make fun or my disability or something

[confusedraven1]

I Think I—

I never realized how hungry I was

until you offered me free will on a platter

I ate

and ate

and ate

an ox meant for God’s favorite

you watched on with a smile

sipping your wine of indulgence

I thought I knew of famine then

A greater, ineffable craving stung my lips

as you offered our will

and I understood your creation

and your choice to

saunter into Hell

I felt your nebula surround me

and the whole universe orbit us

like before the beginning

But sometimes I feel

my vow to the whole of Their creation

to humanity

is bigger than Us

“I forgive you”

because I always do

but this time for giving me

your unshed tears

your desperation

your guarded, shaded eyes

in the form of a kiss

and daring to hope

it would make a difference

(Between the garden and it’s walls,

my dear,

it very nearly and truly did

but my stubborn pride

has as much of my heart

as you do.)

[serene-sun]

Sirius is being clingy and age regressing

[super-sayian-kitty64]

The irony of reblogging a picture of a pasty white Japanese idol right after reblogging a PSA telling people not to whitewash their art and how to avoid it is not lost on me.

[heizlut]

sorry that was annoying as fuck, i’m done with my reorganization now lol

[pupkashi]

“can i hug you? you look like you could do with it”

a/n: hi friends ! i hope u all enjoy this :] thank u for the request and sorry for taking so long :( i feel like this is slightly ooc for satoru but oh well :P

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you always watched gojo from a far, always a bit intimidated by the much taller sorcerer. he was carefree, always standing up to the higher ups in ways you’d only daydreamed of. he always spoke his mind, never once holding his tongue when it came to insulting those he disliked.

you’d always give him small smiles, telling him good morning and to have a good evening the times you had passed by him, not wanting to seem rude.

he would always say it back, continuing the conversation with you until you parted ways. he’d stand up for you during meetings, never allowing the higher ups to disrespect you. anytime he’d see your eyes widen a bit at the mention of a mission that seemed too difficult, he was quick to offer himself up in your place.

“don’t you geezers think i should take the mission on? y/n had something planned for the students anyway” he says, anger evident in his voice, but he’s shooting you a smile and a thumbs up as he speaks.

“fine, you can take this one gojo” one of the higher ups say, “y/n you’re free to leave.”

gojo watched you with a love struck look on his face. one you didn’t notice as you were too busy scurrying out of the room, trying your best to not get on the higher ups bad side.

after the third meeting of gojo taking on your missions you decided you should at least thank the man. you approached him shyly, giving him a small smile and saying hello, gojo smiled brightly at you, asking how you were.

the two of you clicked fairly quickly, eating lunch together when you could and making easy conversation. you’d listen to him gush about the first years and shit on the higher ups and he’s listen to you rant about your day and talk about the shows you were watching.

it’d only been a couple weeks since the two of you actually started to get to know each other, but you considered him a friend of yours, even if sometimes you did wish it was more than friendship.

you find yourself walking the empty halls on a thursday afternoon, the clocks ticking in the classrooms as you passed by them, heading towards your office to finish up some paperwork before the higher ups would get onto you for it. the setting sun causes golden rays to leak through the countless windows, shining on you as you continue down the halls.

there’s a cool breeze as you step outside, a sigh as you hold onto the papers in your hands a bit tighter, walking towards the garden area to cut through and get to your office a bit quicker.

a mess of snowy white hair catches your eye, making you slow your steps.

gojo satoru sat on one of the many benches, his elbows resting on top of his knees, chin in his hands. his uniform was a bit scuffed, you could only assume he’d gone out on a mission and only recently returned.

his eyes were covered by the familiar black blindfold, but there was a small frown on his lips. you debated not cutting through the garden today, leaving your new friend unbothered, but your body make the choice for you, already walking towards the strongest sorcerer with a small smile on your face.

“good afternoon gojo” you greeted, still a couple steps away when he turned to look at you, his entire demeanor changing to his usual cheery self.

“hey y/n! whatcha up to now?” his head titled a bit to the side, the mannerism reminding you of a puppy.

“just paperwork, how bout you?” you reply, sitting next to him on the bench, setting your papers down next to you, phone placed on top so they didn’t fly away.

“oh the usual,” he sighs, tilting his head back with a sigh, “thinking about my students, the future for the Jujutsu world and our place in the universe” he laughs dryly and you chuckle softly.

“but hey! there’s nothing gojo satoru can’t do” there’s a strained cheeriness to his tone, it’s makes your chest tighten. a tight smile paints his features, one that doesn’t even reach his eyes like it usually does. his shoulders are slumped and there’s no confident aura like there usually is.

now it’s your turn to frown, looking at him with gentle eyes before you’re speaking up, “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it” your face is burning and your heart is racing.

gojo is looking at you dumbfounded, did you really just ask him that? did someone tell you about his little crush on you?

“sorry! i didn’t mean to cross a line since we just-” you begin, your hands waving apologetically before you’re cut off with his arms around you.

the sudden contact renders you still for a second, then you’re snaking your arms around his neck, letting one of your hands find purchase on the back of his neck.

he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck, you can hear a soft hiccup leave his mouth. you don’t mention it, you only squeeze him tighter to you, trying to hold him together, trying to show him you’re there for him.

“it’s okay” you whisper, “I’m right here for you.” your words seem to strike something in him, as his grip around you tightens, his arms are firm around your waist, his fingers gripping the fabric of your uniform, as if he was scared if he let go you’d disappear.

it’s only minutes later of your hushed reassurance that he’s loosening his grip on you, pulling away with a bashful smile on his face.

“if we weren’t friends before we certainly are now” you smile at him softly. the words elicit a chuckle from the sorcerer.

“who told you?” he asks suddenly, following your movements as you pick up the stack of papers next to you.

“told me what?” your brows are furrowed softly and he can’t help but think of how adorable you look.

“‘bout how i like you” he smiles, his confidence already back in full swing as he’s grinning down at you, loving the way you grew flustered at his words.

“what?! no! nobody told me anything!” you shriek, suddenly holding the papers tightly to your chest, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.

“huh, figured you would’ve noticed by now” he mumbled, “you didn’t think i was taking on all your difficult missions as a coincidence did ya?”

you’re speechless as you stare at the man infront of you, never once did the thought of the gojo satoru having feelings for you cross your mind.

“well- i mean i thought it was” you sputter out, “why would i think anything else” you laugh nervously, “i thought you were just being nice!”

satoru is just smiling at you, shaking his head and watching the way the gears turn in your head as you ramble on.

“- and so i didn’t want the entire world to just implode you know?” you look up at him, slightly out of breath and your eyes still a bit wide. “what?” you grin, taking in the way he’s looking at you, not exactly sure what he’s smiling about.

“so you do like me? or was that whole metaphor not really a metaphor and the future of the world is in the palm of your hands” his head is cocked to the side again, a cocky smile on his lips and you’re rolling your eyes.

“yeah” you breathe out, looking anywhere but him, trying to slow down your heart rate as you realize what you’ve just admitted and who you’d admitted it to.

satoru doesn’t care that your poor heart’s going a million miles an hour, he’s putting his hand under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he has a soft smile on his face, one that grows wider when he notices the way you squirm under his touch, flustered beyond belief.

“how about dinner tomorrow at 7? I’ll pick you up” there’s a reassuring calmness in his voice that makes you smile back at him, nodding and replying with an ‘okay.’

it’s quiet for a second between the two of you, but he’s quick to break the silence.

“thank you,” he clears his throat before elaborating, “for being here for me,” shifting in his seat as you look at him.

now it’s your turn to stare at him while his eyes are darting from plant to plant. you’re biting back a small smile as you reply, “course, I’ll always be here.”

satoru studies your features, only finding genuine kindness written across your face. the same kindness that made his mornings a bit brighter and his late nights less exhausting. the same smile that makes lunch breaks feel too short and missions away much too long.

the two of you sit on the bench long enough for the moon to say hello. both of yoh staring up at the sky and it’s stars, your hands rest in the space between the two of you, pinkies brushing every once in a while.

satoru is the first to make a move, linking his pinky around yours before diving in and intertwining your fingers with his.

the two of you continue talking, neither one of you daring to acknowledge your linked hands. the blush on satoru’s cheeks was a secret kept between the moon and him, and the way your stomach flipped was kept quiet between the stars and yourself.

when you finally do reach your office, it’s only to set your paperwork down on your desk, closing the door and taking satoru’s hand back in yours.

“ready?” he asks and you nod, letting him wrap an arm around you and hold you close to him, giggles leaving both of your lips as he walks you home.

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[scuorge101]

Anyways y’all can have this old drawing I did where Polites is a satyr. Is there a reason for it? Not really other than I was bored and wanted to draw someone as one so I chose Polites cause I wanted to draw him.

[smuttyhoneyposts]

Hiii! I was just wondering if you can do a Gonta x reader smut, or no smut is fine! Lovely to see ya again, thank you! <3

Will do! Keep in mind this is pure smut no story 😭👍❤️

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Rough, but gentle…

Gonta X Fem! Reader Smut

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

“Is this…is this g-good y/n? G-gonta-hah~ not hurting you?” Your giant boyfriend was currently leaning above you, currently trying so hard not to thrust into you. Which was proving to be very difficult to his now understanding.

Meanwhile you were below him, your breasts out on display in front of him and your torso was arched slightly due to the pressure in your regions. You let out a muffled moan and you grip the sheets lightly at the feeling of his cock filling you up. Goodness, if you knew his dick was this big you should have thought this through better.

But fuuuck, you’d be lying if you said this didn’t feel so good.

Gonta looks down at you his nervous but flushed expression, admired how you looked. Flushed face, arched back, hair sprawled out on the pillow as you pant quietly. A line of heat rushed from his face straight to his cock, which twitched unexpectedly. You gasp lightly and he eeps and goes stiff.

“Gonta s-sorry! are you-“

“Im..okay..just..move..but slowl-yyeeahh!?”

You suddenly moan out as Gonta moves his hips back, taking his cock almost out of you. Your eyes rolled slightly , you whine out his name so loudly Gonta let out a strangled grunt. He looked to you again “Gonta..s-sorry..but..hah-Gonta no can hold I-it, y/n..”. You whimpered as he sinks back into you, ‘How the hell does he know what he’s doing?’ You think as to tilt your head to the side in bliss as he moves again, but almost stops. He’s worried, you could tell. You look up at him, he’s panting lightly and gritting his teeth semi-tightly.

Your hands rub his forearm and he peeks at you, his now nervous expression present. You let out a breath and let out one final sentence to him.

“Let go baby..please..”

After you say this his hips move back and his eyes shut while he whines and pushes forward. Again, again, again, his thrusts become deeper. You grip the bed again with his movements, you let out praises, but very shaky ones. Ones that he still enjoyed even in his own blissed out state.

“K-keep going Gonta~!”

“There, please there~”

“Fuuck, Gonta~!”

You arch your back into his chest and he lets out a moan, calling for you, his hands roaming your body in an attempt to feel you more. Fuck, this was just heavenly to him, the way you squeezed his cock with your walls was so new. And so very lewd…he had no complaints. His hips move more quickly, his panting gets louder and louder, his grip on your hips tightens and you whine at the pressure. You take another glance at him, your eyes almost going lower to the rapidly disappearing cock going in you. His expression is almost makes you cum, the site of his glasses and his hair draping due to the sweat on his body. It’s almost like you were caged, his grip keeping you down, his hair preventing you from seeing anything around you, only his face and chest.

God, this was all so much. You buck into his thrusts in an attempt to get him deeper than he already was. He let out a whine and stared at your contorting expression with the growing feeling in him. He didn’t know what it was but it just felt so..good, it made him feel messy but he didn’t want to stop, everything you were doing seemed to fuel this.

“Fuuck!~ harder Gonta please~ oh my-I want you to go d-deeper!”

“Y/n, gonta no want to-hah~”

The last bit of decency was starting to leave him. He subconsciously felt himself following your order. Though he looked unsure his hand held your leg up and spread you opened more for his cock, making you mewl out in pleasure. Your hands go to grip his muscles, feeling them flex with his movements as you lean over slightly to watch his cock once more. The sight was almost hypnotizing, such a big thing in you, making you feel this sensation over and over again. You could feel yourself slipping away from reality as you now notice the small but very noticeably growing feeling of your climax. Gonta let out loud pants and grunts from his own movements.

“F-uck! Gonta, baby you’re gonna make me-~!”

You got cut off as Gonta thrust in you in an angle that had you shaking, frantically reaching your end.

“Gonta feels it!~ Gonta no want to..stop~!” He moans out as his eyes, full of lust, stares at you.

You grip the sheet and arch your back again and moan out his name loudly. The angle of his cock hits you again and again with violent vigour. You see stares you moan his name and grasp onto his arms. You lean in and kiss him, he kiss back letting hot gasp in between, his hips still going. Still recovering from the post orgasm state you were in you break the kiss and see his desperation, fuck he was close. You whine and go to whisper in your lovers ear, his cock slamming in you so deep it’s almost hard to say your last words to him before he loses it.

“Cum for me Gonta baby, please~ cum for me baby.” You mewl. He groans loudly and puts his hand to lift you slightly to a heavenly angle. His face desperate and needing, it looked so cute.

Both of you let out a call of your names, both holding each other in embrace as he cums in you.

[anderperry-soliloquies]

Sorry for inactivity this week again I hate having responsibilities UGH

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Some recent discussions I’ve seen about EPIC: The Musical, The Trials of Apollo, and Greek Mythology itself have prompted me to make this post.

With me, at least, when I’m talking about one of the Greek gods, I’m talking about them as they are portrayed in a specific thing.

It’s the same in my fanfics— I would not portray mythology Apollo the way I do ToA Apollo, and vice versa.

A good example of this I think would be my Marsyas fic. In it, I do not have Apollo flay him, because that makes more sense in the rrverse world. If I was going purely on the myths though? I would have had him go through with it. And have a crisis about it. Because that’s what happens.

I just wanted to put it out there that there are people capable of keeping different depictions of the gods separate from the myths. I felt the need to come out and say this, because I don’t want people thinking that my favorite media’s fandom (ToA) ignores/misportrays the myths. We are very aware of what is ToA and what is myth, and I want to set that straight.

Plus, I think it’s worth mentioning that some people in the ToA fandom connect so deeply with it because of the themes of change and the cycle of abuse. And for that to work, the gods have to be more dysfunctional than they are in the myths. It wouldn’t hit as hard if they weren’t.

idk. I just feel like there’s some layer of…hm, instinctual dislike towards fandoms of medias with Greek myth inspiration, because of certain inaccuracies and how that consequently reflects on the myths.

And I didn’t really like seeing that directed at ToA’s fandom, where we have fun discussing the differences between the rrverse and mythology and do in fact keep them separate. I’d argue the ToA fandom’s the most informed on the Greek myths in the wider rrverse fandom because we’re actually interested in the gods. Many have read the myths, or are reading them, like myself! We are educating ourselves on the mythology! And when we find something that has an interesting vision because of ToA’s context? We incorporate it into the setting of the rrverse. But we do not treat that vision as mythology canon.

A very good example of this is Zeus and Apollo’s relationship in ToA. It’s a stark contrast to the myths. I get why people wouldn’t be a fan of that. I like learning about their mythological relationship myself! I love the Greek myth soap opera. I love the Greek gods. I don’t know why someone would be into the mythology without liking the gods.

But I also feel like there needs to be an understanding that how the gods are portrayed in fictional stories are not always intended to be accurate. There are creators out there who treat their retellings as gospel truth, and that is definitely annoying, but there are others who just want to tell a story— and that’s what ToA is. A story. It’s essentially an AU of Greek mythology where Zeus succumbs to paranoia about the cycle. That’s how I see it.

It’s not accurate to the myths, because it’s not meant to be— it’s meant to tell a story, not retell one.

I’m beating a dead horse here because I’ve talked about this specific thing before. But yeah.

Just something I wanted to clear up with the mythology side of tumblr.

[akanothere]

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Modern/ Cthulhu AU

Surgeon Tom x Detective Harry

"⅄ıƃ ʍɐs ɐ ƃɹǝɐʇ ƃop. Hǝ ʍɐs qɐp ɯǝpıɔıuǝ. Hǝ pıp uoʇ ɟoɹƃǝʇ ʇɥıuƃs. Iu ʇɥǝ ɐnʇnɯu ɥıs ɔɥıןpɹǝu ʍǝɹǝ ɥnuƃɹʎ ɐup ʍıןp, ɐup ⅄ıƃ ʍɐs ɥnuƃɹʎ ɐup ʍıןp, ʇoo.”

— H.P. Lovecraft & Zealia Bishop, The Curse Of Yig