#reblog for pt 2?

[anonymouse5]

Things The Marauders Would Google

James: How to develop critical thinking skills

Sirius: What is a google?

Peter: how does a worm farm work?

Remus: why am I friends with morons?

Also Remus: bookstores near me

[ghostespresso]

staff logging on to tumblr dot com today

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autistic Masking Part 3 (pt. 2)

Lil Penguin Studios/Autism Happy Place

[beatcroc]

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

[lookninjas]

Had a hard time stopping myself from overthinking this one, but I think we're finally there:

Pick a song from a bad description! You do not have to recognize any of the songs to vote. Just go by vibes. Pick whichever seems funniest to you. Or most relatable. Or whatever floats your yacht. At the end of the week, I will put all the songs in order from the song with the least amount of votes to the song with the most amount of votes, and share the playlist with you.

If you would like to hear the playlist when I'm done, leave a comment or put it in the tags of your reblog (or just write it in the reblog, whatever) and I will tag you when it's finished. If you're too curious and you just have to know about a song, send me an ask and I will answer.

Also, please reblog! The more votes I get, the less ties I get. (Usually. Last time we had three ties. Maybe all the descriptions were just that good, IDK.) But reblog it anyway. Inflict my weird music taste on your friends, followers, and mutuals. It'll be a good time.

Oh, and for those unfamiliar, let Get Smart! teach you how to frug.

[ottermelonart]

💗💗 1 of 2 crossover mini-prints for this month's patreon! 💗💗 ohshc x furuba pt 1!

[klearilist]

jackass boys responding to a “can you buy me pads”text: hit read more (pt.1)

knox

steve-o

bam

ryan

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Fireflies (pt.1+2) | {ObaGiyuu}

Theme: Floof

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Giyuu and Obanai had been put on a mission together that night. It was dark as they walked, but warm. The summer air was almost suffocating in its heat, persperation dripping slowly down their faces.

They ignored this, however, quietly walking through the forest as they searched for any sign of the demon(s) they were sent to kill.

They came to a stop, eventually, both freezing when they heard a sound somewhere far off. Their eyes met and they nodded, listening closely for the demon. Then, upon having some vague sense on where it was, they ran towards the sound. 

The ground was grassy and their footsteps were muted by it as they weaved through the trees, spotting the demon instantly. Obanai propelled himself up, jumping off a tree and unsheathing his katana as he did.

Giyuu stayed on the ground, his katana held up and ready as he charged forward, slashing at the demon.

The demon, not having expected them, nearly got it's head cut off by Giyuu's katana, but moved back at the last second.

Obanai moved behind the demon, landing on its back.

The demon flipped him off, making Obanai have to steady himself. The demon, distracted, didn't notice Giyuu as he quickly slashed off its head, watching it topple down immediately.

"Is that all?" Obanai asked quietly, as they watched the demon disintigrate. 

"I doubt it. They would not send two Hashira, were it so," Giyuu murmured. He glanced down at the head, noting the number on one of the demons eyes. "A lowermoon."

Obanai nodded. 

They turned and continued to walk through the forest, fully on guard. For several minutes, they walked in silence, before, almost at once, both sensed a demon nearby—from opposite directions.

"You go that way, I'll go the other," Obanai said, immediately running off in the direction he'd sensed.

Giyuu sped off to the opposite direction, finding a small group of demons bickering about something. Quickly, before they noticed him, he decapitated most of the demons, killing the remaining right after.

Then he sheathed his katana, walking back to where he figured Obanai was, still looking around for any other demons.

He noticed Obanai up ahead and sped up slightly.

Obanai stood in the middle of a clearing, the demons he'd sensed mostly disintigrated now. Small fireflies were flying around him, making him look almost ethereal. He turned, noticing Giyuu, and gave him a nod. 

"You found them?" Obanai asked, stepping forward. He didn't seem to be paying the fireflies much attention as the flit around him, a small glow lighting them all up.

Giyuu nodded breathlessly, unsure why he was so drawn to Obanai suddenly. "Yes."

"We should stay here a bit, I don't know if that's all of them. The sun will rise in about..." Obanai paused. "I forgot."

"Two hours," Giyuu replied quickly, moving towards Obanai. 

"Right. Two hours." 

They stood side by side, the fireflies moving as if to make room for Giyuu in the clearing, although they hovered around the Hashira.

It was silent, with the faint sound of cicadas somewhere in the distance.

Giyuu moved slightly, facing Obanai. 

Obanai looked up, meeting his eyes. "Hm?"

"Nothing." 

Obanai gave him a perplexed look, his hair framing his face in the light. Kaburamaru, who sat on Obanai's shoulders, seemed to notice something Obanai hadn't and appeared to be smiling to himself.

"Alright," Obanai murmured.

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« Word count: 550 » (pt.1)

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(pt.2):

The light had begun to filter through the dense forest when Obanai and Giyuu proposed to go back, their mission finishing as the sun rose.

They walked quietly, their presences soothing each other. 

Giyuu was lost in thought, his mind drawing out Obanai's figure standing admist the fireflies, looking like some goddamn angel. His heart beat abnormally fast at the thought and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Obanai hadn't been particularily kind to him before, never had given him a second glance.

And yet.

And yet, Giyuu was in love. Had fallen into some feverish dream of admiration, his eyes wandering over to the Serpent Hashira.

Obanai didn't seem to notice, at first, keeping to himself. He held a hand up to Kaburamaru, stroking the snake's head affectionately. But then he turned slightly, and caught Giyuu's eye. 

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Obanai asked, cocking his head. He didn't sound mad, not yet, at least. He sounded curious, only.

"I... Apologies," Giyuu murmured, turning his flushed face away.

Obanai stopped and Giyuu mimicked him, unsure what was going to happen.

"Do you need anything?" the shorter of the two asked, crossing arms. Although his tone stayed placid, his eyes had a interested light to them.

"No," Giyuu replied quietly. That was a lie. Yes, yes he needed something. He needed someone. 

"Mhm. You might as well be the worst liar in history," Obanai said pointedly, rolling his eyes.

"...Sorry."

 "Is something wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just tell me, Tomioka."

"No... Why do you keep asking?" Giyuu said, changing the subject.

"You're the one who was staring at me. I have the right to know why!" Obanai said, which was a fair point, unfortunately. 

"...Okay," Giyuu mumbled. "But you won't like it."

"Obviously. I won't tell anyone what you say, if that makes you feel better," he offered. 

"Right." Giyuu hesitated. "I think I like you."

A pause.

"What?"

"I like you," Giyuu repeated.

"No, I heard that, don't... don't say it again," Obanai mumbled, flushed. He brought his hand up to his face, his sleeve obscuring his expression.

"Oh." 

There was another moment of silence as Giyuu waited for a reaction. 

"Are you mad?" he asked finally, unsure what to make of his unanswered confession.

"I'm not," Obanai said, albeit he turned away. "No. I'm not mad."

"Then... what?"

"You're talking a lot today," he said quietly, trying to steer away from having to answer. 

"I am?" 

"Yes."

"If you're not mad, then what are you?" Giyuu asked, going back to the previous subject.

"I'll... respond... later," Obanai murmured, starting to walk again, picking up his pace.

Giyuu, deciding this was fair, followed him quickly. 

The air was beginning to warm as the sun slowly made its ascent into the sky and the two Hashira found the path out of the forest, making their way back.

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« Word count: 500 »

it's short and it's silly and I'll probably have to write a part 3 but whatever 

love you all<3

« Word count (for pt.1+pt.2): 1050»

[radaverse]

EEEYEEAAAOWOWOWOWOW!!

THE TOWER OF MISTAKES COMIC DUB IS ON THE WORKS! ⭐

Peppino & Gustavo Voice Actor Applications Open!

Come check it out if you wanna be a VA guy for this series!

Apply here ✨⬇️

OR

Send me your audition through Discord! samurairad

DIS GONNA BE GREAT GUYS

[lovebrushed]

you know how artists have muses? so let's say clarence is your muse.

as a sculptor, it's become so natural to you, the act of shaping his face from limestone and marble. you know every dip and wrinkle, every freckle and mole on his body. there's so many busts of him it's getting a little disturbing (he's just glad people don't visit your home often)

and then you get into an argument and leave him. or he's gone for a moment too long and you're discovered and killed by the rebellion. either way, clarence is left alone, in a house that has both too much and too little of you.

everywhere he looks he sees proof of your love and it's driving him insane. to know someone so well that it's second nature to sculpt their face and body? to adore them so much you choose to carve stone and marble in their likeness, over and over again? clarence is only now beginning to fathom the depths of your love for him. he's only now understanding the way in which artists love.

these sculptures are him but they aren't him. they're him through your eyes — the him that you cherished and adored and chose to sculpt. clarence looks at the sculptures and he doesn't see himself. he sees you.

(it's all so much worse when clarence acknowledges how scarily accurate they are. you've captured every baby hair at the edge of his forehead, the curve of the cupid's bow on his lip. you saw him, every part of him, and nothing has changed. you've kept his imperfections, instead choosing to carve him over and over til you've captured his likeness in full. the Him that you love is just him, clarence clayden, flaws and all. and it's like — you loved him. you loved him.)

it doesn't take long for clarence to crack. soon enough, all proof of your love is gone. it lays in pieces at his feet. in the corner, he sees the bridge of his nose carved into marble – at his heel, there lays his fractured, limestone smile. he's ruined it. he's ruined your love. he's ruined himself.

clarence should care. clarence should weep. but after so long without your touch – after so long surrounded by so much you and yet so little – he can't bring himself to care. he can't bring himself to fix his mess.

after all, destroying things is much easier than making them.

[deux-jared]

kevin james image thread pt 1

[essign]

AAAHSHFJSNSHDNWBDNDBD

oh my holy shit

please go reads the Two Princes series on ao3 by BleakCinema

it is amazing

[taintedcigs]

okay so this is probably gonna sound annoying but idc. honestly ive realized that i don't care abt "numbers". like do some of my fics get a lot of likes/rbs? yes! do some of them don't? also yes! some reach a wider audience and some don't, that's totally fine by me! the only thing that really makes me feel so de-motivated is readers who don't interact w my fics in any meaningful way.

bc i swear the only thing that upsets me is ppl not INTERACTING w it. like commenting/sending me asks, reblogging but also saying something in the tags or just like leaving something... i swear that motivates me SO SO much. im grateful that u guys also LIKE my fics and i get some of u don't want to reblog/comment/send an ask but it's just de-motivating to not have anyone interact if that makes sense?? bc thats like the best part of writing!!! to have some readers that connect w your writing and also connect w u? in some way!?! anyway im probably a bit dramatic but i love talking to ppl on here and its upsetting to see just bunch of likes and nothing else >:(

[hwanwooyoung]

if I wasn't in public I think I'd cry over how good this album is

[bread--quest]

i have a really funny habit of getting into things in the most appropriately ominous way possible