#queen of sugar

[la-speranza-e-una-trappola]

When less than nothing seems to be just enough

[skipppppy]

Oh fuck I uh I just realised that Everything Stays now also gets to be about Simon. He’s changed so much but he’s also exactly the same. The world he lives in is different, alien, isolating. He was a normal man, then he spent some 1000 years in a dreamlike state, and now he’s normal again but everything is different. He carries that trauma in everything he does even though he’s “better now.” He was waiting in the garden so long for someone to turn him around but the underside is lighter. Only he seems to notice that he’s faded. Ever so slightly. Daily and nightly. In little ways

[tanblaque]

I've been writing since 12am and have only slept for 3 hours so please bear with me as I slowly leak info and juggle with my schedule

[ydteus]

A birthday piece for my best friend @onioned :’)

[tashism]

procrastinating thinking about… master manipulator!art… master manipulator!art who’s not technically your sugar daddy he just acts like one but he’s just your older bf… walk with me.

he finds some unstable college girl and makes it his life’s mission to fix her — to his standards, of course. letting you stay in his all too lavish apartment for nights on end because you just can’t stand to stay on campus, buying you little designer trinkets as “incentive” to keep pushing in your classes. the latest was a miu miu wallet and it was just for writing a paper — a three page paper. double spaced. he’s done a pretty good job of getting you pathetically dependent on his approval, his love, his praise. he’s still got plenty of work to do, though.

he sits you on his lap and strokes your hair while you whine and whine about going to a small college, about how you wish you didn’t have to go at all. “how about…” god, you always know when he’s about to tell you what to do, a command thinly veiled by the tone of suggestion. “applying to transfer to nyu? it’s so much closer to me, angel. then you don’t have to worry about taking like, 50 fucking trains every morning, and i don’t have to worry about if you’re okay or not”. he smiles, pulling your leg so your straddling his thigh.

“i’m a big girl, art”

“barely” the last thing he needs is you pulling this conversation away from his objective, especially over the obvious fact that you’re old enough to ride the train by yourself. “you can’t just not go to school”

“why not?”

“because” his hand comes to hold your face, his palm swallowing up the bottom of your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “you need an education, even if you stay up in this apartment for the rest of your life. i won’t be around to buy you shit forever”

“oh, so you’re breaking up with me”

he can’t help but laugh at you. always so dramatic and whiny about every fucking thing he says. “c’mon, tell me you’ll apply” he’s practically cooing at you, squishing your cheeks just enough to make it a little harder for you to talk. you take the hint, just resigning to nodding your head. you’re so easy for him. “and if you get in?”

“i’ll go” you whisper through squished lips, the space between your eyebrows all crinkled up from slight annoyance. “that’s my girl” he praises, kissing your pouted lips. “whatcha gonna study? gonna be a teacher? spend all your summers with me?” he’s right back to not letting you get a word in, shoving idea after idea into that pretty little head, getting you all excited over empty promises. “where’re we gonna go, huh? venice? rhodes? where, baby? you pick, we’re there”

jesus, if he’s living this far above his pay grade, it looks like you are gonna need that education.

[r0ttingg-d0ll]

9 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 .ᐣ .ᐣ

[moonlightcycle571]

Beating out the Hero Worship. The weapon? Being a child therapist / relationship Councelor to your colleagues (who may or may not be going through midlife crisis)

So I love the prompts where the Wisdom of Solomon makes Captain Marvel a defacto Therapist and Relationship Councelor (family, romantic or otherwise) to his very adult coworkers. It’s especially funny when they think Billy is an adult. Billy is very much a child. A child who is giving these sad adults free therapy. Honestly if being a child hero wasn’t enough, the amount of work he has to put into his colleagues well-being should in itself be child labour.

Black Canary, who has been the Therapist, is the only one who can relate to the struggle. Sometimes they even share notes. Well, Billy is, Dinah is here for the gossip. Bring in Barbara, and they got themselves a girls night.

It’s just so funny to me. Gets me every time.

Flash: Man, I can’t believe I’ll need to reschedule my wedding anniversary AGAIN all because of some new villain not getting the memo. Sometimes being the hero on your city takes a lot of you.

Marvel: don’t you have multiple speedsters in your city?

Flash: …

Marvel: you have multiple heroes in your corner who would gladly take over a case for you

Flash: Oh yeeeeaaah

Marvel: Don’t pull a Batman. Ask for help.

Bruce, somewhere in Gotham: something just happened

*or just*

Clark: and it’s just confusing, because Conner sees my parents as his parents making us siblings, but John sees him as his brother making him my son, but Lex sees him as HIS son. Kon even said that Lex was more of a dad to him! Lex!

Marvel: oh yeah, family is difficult. Imagine having two dads, but the hero one is the one who want nothing to do with you. At least Lex tries. When was the last time you had a casual conversation.

Clark: I- *pauses*

Marvel: or talked about hobbies.

Clark: I messed up.

Marvel: yeah yuh did

Bonus:

Billy: Dinah! I didn’t think girls night was for another week!

Dinah: … actually

Billy: … no

Dinah, sitting on the couch: so I need advice

Billy: 🥲

A few moments later

Billy: I’m sorry, GA did WHAT to Roy

Dinah: Exactly, so come Mia-

Some more time later

Green Arrow: why do I hear boss music?

Marvel, slamming open the door: Oooolllieee we need to talk 🙃

Oliver: I’m in danger

[legendary-cookies]

As promised, the art piece of our Cookie of the Year winner! (This blog's CotY, not the official one)

With a small focus on the 2nd and 3rd Legends as a consolation lmao

If I'm counting correctly, this is the 5th year anniversary of this blog!

Thank you so much for following me and enjoying my silly cookie art

Whether you're new or old, I appreciate you all the same!

I can only promise so much, but I hope this year I can post more as well as actually get through my inbox like I said I would lmao

Thank you again, and happy new year!

[904pmoclock]

king never cry.

[heechwe]

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞ + action 14 + location 1 <33

Jake is a very giving individual, you would say. He buys you flowers regularly, always asks if you need anything on his way out somewhere, and never leaves a room you're in without planting a kiss somewhere on your skin.

In the bedroom, none of that changes.

Coming down from your second orgasm, you're more than ready to tap out. Sweat covers your skin from the buildup and subsequent releases your body has gone through in the past hour.

Fortunately or unfortunately, whichever way you look at it, your boyfriend has no intentions of stopping now.

"Jaeyun," you plead, "I can't go on for much longer."

He smirks down at you, your tits and cunt on full display above the covers. He adores every piece of you, marking and loving each space of your skin to ruins until you were asking him to stop. Sure, your words told him that you were done but every inch of your body begs otherwise.

He chalks it up to the oversensitivity flooding your brain, egging on your insistence to quit now. But when he gets going, he knows you'll tug on his hair and praise him to no end until you're about to come again.

"Baby," he starts, "I'm going to fuck you until your legs shake. And seeing as they're still holding themselves up," Jake accentuates his words with a loving hand gliding across your thigh, "that means I still have a lot of work to do."

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[aapaww]

Some frames from the Cute Rozhok's OFF animation! Sharing her wonderful drawings with you.

Animation:

It would be very nice if you could commission her, she's in an urgent situation right now and needs money a lot.

You can contact her at Ko-fi

or message her directly at starboyismyboy@gmail.com (she's very nice in chat so please don't be scared!)

[dreamz0w0]

Doing doll things ✨

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 7

Part 6

The door Sam knocks on is in a much nicer building than she expected.

She and Tucker are visiting Danny for dinner - and boy did they both nearly burst with excitement when he shyly extended the invitation - and frankly Sam had expected an apartment building in the Narrows or Park Row.

Danny was a teenage runaway less than a decade ago, for God's sake. Forgive her and Tucker for assuming he'd still be getting his feet under him and scraping by.

This? This is not that.

Sam has half a mind to think Danny is sugaring. He certainly wouldn't have any trouble - the Danny that disappeared from Amity was cute, but small and awkward in that teenage way. The grown up Danny they've been reconnecting with? He's tall, lean and positively gorgeous.

She wouldn't have a problem with that, per say. But the Danny they knew was also too nice for his own good and starved for positive attention. If someone was taking advantage of that Sam would kill them. 

Separation did not quell her instinct to wrap Danny up and protect him from the world, it would seem.

There's a slight commotion after the knock before Danny himself is yanking the door open with a grin that's happy and nervous at the same time.

“Guys! Hey! Come in!”

He ushers them inside with all the energy of an overgrown puppy, something that hasn't changed one bit since they were kids.

Sam shivers a little as they enter, assuming there's an AC unit blowing over the entryway at first. She smiles at Danny's back as he babbles at them.

“I kind of lost track of time, so food isn't actually ready yet, but then I thought - hey! Who cares! We can cook together and it'll be fun! I got all vegan stuff too so we can make a meaty pizza for Tuck and a different one for you, Sam-”

The apartment they walk into is a spacious open floor plan, furniture in blacks and grays. She shivers again. Seriously-

“Your AC on the fritz or something?” Tucker asks, rubbing his arms a little. “It's like fifty degrees in here, man.”

Danny freezes for a second on his way to the kitchen space before turning around and beelining for a wall - the thermostat.

“Shit, sorry! Sit, sit! I knew I was forgetting something,” he grumbles as he flaps a hand towards the black bar stools at the kitchen island and fiddles with the thermostat. “I like the cold, I always have it too low for most people in here. Sorry about that, it'll get better soon.”

Sam and Tucker exchange bewildered looks as they sit at the kitchen island. There's liking it cool, and there's fucking freezing.

“Guess I don't have to ask your favorite season,” Tucker jokes, and Danny offers him an apologetic grin as he lopes back over.

“Yeah, probably a safe guess,” he chuckles on his way to the fridge. “You guys want drinks? I have a homemade sangria if you want. Beer, wine, you name it.”

Tucker opts for a beer. Sam asks for the homemade sangria, curious. Danny pours two glasses and takes an ice cube tray out to pop a couple of ice cubes in.

When the glass is set in front of her - “they're the stemless kind you can't knock over. Cool, right? Look at ‘em wobble, they're just little guys.” - she raises an eyebrow.

The ice cubes are in the shape of little ghosts. Tucker snorts when he sees them, taking the bottle opener Danny offers for his beer.

“Ghosts? Really?”

Danny blinks like he'd forgotten he had a novelty ice cube tray, then grins and shrugs.

“I mean. What else is being from Amity good for if not inside jokes?”

He turns away before she can respond with any form of bewilderment - Danny had been known for disappearing during ghost fights, after all. He was terrified of them. She hadn't expected him to want any reminders of ghosts or his ghost hunter parents.

Sorry - Jack and Maddie.

With two resounding thunks, Danny slaps store bought dough onto his nice dark counters. He at least remembered to leave them out to rise. 

“Alright! While I roll this out, it's time to pick your toppings lady and gent - go wild, go ham. Let me show you my selection.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out meats and veggies and cheeses abound. Sam notes vegan cheese alternatives in the mix with a warm fondness in her chest. She's stricter about being vegetarian than vegan, but the fact that Danny went that extra little mile? 

Yeah. Yeah, this is still her boy. She missed having two of them. She and Tuck were never meant to be without a Danny, and she can see on Tucker's face that he feels the same way.

Smiling and standing to start looking through the options, Sam sips her sangria. 

It’s delicious, and the little ghost ice cubes smile back up at her like they're as glad as she is to be here.

Masterpost

[evgaysheesh]

long time no see hi

[luvrinata]

i forgot to add don't leave home

[dappericarus]

Hello! I have decided to finally post on here so have some art of my designs of a few cookie run characters