#sorry? ;;;

[wemlygust]

This gives me Fullmetal Alchemist vibes! Reminds me of either Edward Elric in the Shamballa movie, Hohenheim, or young Hohenheim, whenever they have dramatic shots from the back. :P It's just the formal European clothing and the ponytail that does it I think. The background though reminds me more of, I don't don't, the She-Ra tv show backgrounds in industrial areas maybe? I guess? Or Invader Zim or something? I'm suddenly finding I can't actually remember what either of those actually look like though, so that could be totally and completely wrong. Regardless, I really like the sort of purposefully flat, but well shaded, "simple" design you went with for the all the portal, the pies, and the wall, etc. It looks really nice. I like the way the way nothing that would typially be expected to be rectangular is really rectangular, like the way the consoles are all a bit purposefully left of rectangle. Did something in particular inspire that style or? The fullmetal alchemist thing isn't a criticism at all, to be clear. It's just that now I want Danny Phantom x Fullmetal Alchemist crossovers, because of course I do.

this man is not well

yes indeed here's my art for the Danny Phantom @invisobang 2024! I had the honor of drawing for @notoverjoyed 's fic Fading Away, a delightfully spooky story in which Vlad has a bit of a rough month. Gets a bit peckish. Don't worry about it.

Once you check the story out you should also peep the fantastic pieces the other artist for this fic, @chaseacer-ghostedition posted here and here!

I'm so glad I got to work with these two! It really has been a blast👻

[pseudophan]

OKAY. DAMN.

[headsaw]

is it an illegal manoeuvre to draw fanart of ur own fic?

[theloveinc]

Almost everything Giulio Gandini does is methodical—

The way he brews his tea, when you’re together and he insists upon a pot of hot water and his own sachet of loose leaves for steeping.

The way he makes your bed, with fluffed pillows and crisp sheets, the edges always cut where he’s folded the linen into the mattress to keep it secure…

And the way he finger fucks you, every night before bed, with your legs splayed open on top of clean, white sheets, and his warm body nestled into your side, mahogany hair loose around his face, hot against his neck.

He near cradles you in his lap, thick fingers (always his own flesh, never the prosthetic) rubbing warmth into your core, making sure you’re sopping before ever trying to enter you. Giulio seems to know your pussy better than you do, as by the time he’s two fingers deep, your thighs are already aching, strained from taking the shock of the two, three orgasms he was already able to glean from you with such little sweat on his behalf.

By now, this night time activity is routine, as is so much of the way your household with him is run, which is why you still scold yourself for not lasting longer at his behest, even if it is all for the sake of you—

(Never is he trying to torture you, more so just show love to you in ways much more specific than words can get, and maybe tire you out for a better night’s rest, at the same time—)

But every time you think you’ve become immune to the curl of his fingers, the press of his thumb against your clit, he manages another something else to have you writhing—first it was the scissoring of his fingers, then the addition of a third digit, and then the heel of his palm smashing into you, the list goes on—though his skill is methodical, well practiced and deliberately timed, Giulio is far from afraid of surprising you, especially if it ends in such a sweet reward.

(Often the wetting of the front of his boxers, from his own cum or the overzealous release of yours—you’ve never quite squirted with other partners the way Giulio can make you, and still manage to stop most of it from hitting your sheets, either by catching it with his tongue or letting it seep into his own clothing.)

He never lets you finish, finally, knuckles deep, without a kiss. Deep and guided, he kisses you until you’re left panting into his mouth, kisses you until you can’t reciprocate any longer, and kisses you until he’s left to do the work up kissing up your tears, instead.

By then, you’re much too caught up in the aftershocks of him, cunt still throbbing in his hands, to do anything more than let him soothe the white numbness of your near overstimulation in any which way he pleases. Sometimes that means running you both a bath (he could never not join you in the tub after such intimacy), soothing your aching body with a hot washcloth and a pot of fresh tea, or cuddling you until the sun rises.

Regardless, in such afterglow, you let him hold you until your breathing is back to normal and you can look him in the eye again and smile that tired little smile, the one he loves so much. All before he slips into bed beside you; a dutiful servant, giving til his last breath.

[t1oui]

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, running his fingers through regulus’s curls. regulus smiles, his ear pressed to james’s heart.

“yeah?” he asks. “when?”

“as soon as you graduate.” james’s heartbeat stays steady, like this is a regular conversation on a regular night.

“yeah?” regulus asks, glancing up, meeting james’s eyes. his eyes are gray like a storm, and they’re so, so beautiful. “how?”

james smiles. “in the fields behind my parents’ house,” he says. “in summer. we’ll have everybody there — sirius and moony and peter and the girls, and all your friends, too. it’ll be perfect.”

regulus settles his head on james’s chest again. “you have this all planned out, don’t you?” he asks. james stares up at the sky, searching and finally locating regulus’s star. his star.

“of course i do,” he says. i love you, he almost says, but he leaves that for another night.

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, pulling regulus closer. his laugh lights up james’s world.

“tell me about it,” regulus says, intertwining their fingers.

“we’ll dance like this,” james says, placing his hand on regulus’s waist. “all night. with everybody, all our friends. and we won’t get tired.”

regulus laughs again. his eyes are closed, and he’s pressed his cheek to james’s chest. “how will we manage that?” he asks.

james thinks for a moment, still swaying them back and forth across the floor of the astronomy tower. he’s never been good at multitasking.

“potions,” james decides. “and firewhiskey, probably.”

“mm,” regulus hums. “i won’t drink any.”

“no?”

“no.” he pulls back, opening his eyes, and smiles up at james, gray eyes twinkling. “i want to remember every second of it.”

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james whispers, trying to ignore the way his voice cracks. “and then i’ll get you out of here.”

regulus gives him a weak smile and scoots closer, turning around and pressing his back to james’s chest.

“tell me where we’ll go,” he says quietly. “when we run away.”

james swallows thickly, glances down at the mark on regulus’s forearm.

“away,” he says. “where they can’t hurt us.”

where i’m free, he doesn’t say, from you.

~

“i wish i was a coward,” james says, his eyes fixed on the sky. on that star — not his, after all. he looks away, but it doesn’t matter. tears cloud his vision. “i wish i didn’t have to run away from you.”

there’s no response. he’s not surprised. there’s nothing for the headstone to say anyway. james bites back a sob, wiping the tears away just in time for more to appear.

“i wish i didn’t have to run away,” he says, setting the ring down in the grass, “but i’m not sorry i left.”

[novakiart]

spinneret fun! 🕷️ written by me & nevi

the rest under cut:

[complementaryhalves]

yes i agree that oscar has (service) top energy however he's literally built for other men to hold his tiny tapered waist as he bounces on it. his ass was made to be eaten out until he cries. his hourglass figure is meant to make other men beg to be inside him. how do you reconcile these things

[andorshitdaily]

Andor characters as Shirts that go hard, part 4

[seokmattchuus]

Stray Kids reaction to you feeling too overwhelmed with life (Smutty ver)

A/n: Here's that smut-ish version I promised. The gifs aren't the most fitting but we're not gonna talk about that because it was this 🤏🏻 close to being gif-less.

- Requested -

Chan: *Prefers to see you losing yourself over something -or someone- else, but doesn’t want to seem pushy.*

"If you want,” He started, his hands gently massaging your neck before applying a little more pressure. “I can give you something better to think about."

Minho: *When his relaxing night-time drive takes a turn for the better, he can’t help but pull over next to the water.*

“It’s like sex on the beach.” He smiled up at you as your head fell back. “Just without all the sand.”

Changbin: *Plans the perfect date night and intends on spoiling you all throughout it.*

“Shh,” He whispered, his hands slowly running over your inner thighs. “I got you.”

Hyunjin: *Tells you to use him to get your mind off things. Sets the scene so you can’t refuse.*

"I’m here if you need me.” He said as he sat on the bed, pulling his shirt off. “Or want me.”

Jisung: *Knows how stubborn you can be and tries to coax you into giving in to him.*

"I could take care of you.” He whispered as his arms wrapped around you. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Felix: *When you refuse to indulge him in stepping away from your current project, he takes matters into his own hands and slides under your work desk, pressing kisses along your thighs.*

"No, focus.” He smirked as you tried to pull your chair out. “You wanted to finish, remember?” He continued kissing. "So, don't mind me."

Seungmin: *Listens to you vent but half-way through, he cuts you off because why hear you complain when he can make you feel better?*

"I think you need a nice, long, break.” He smiled as he pulled you closer. “With me.”

Jeongin: *Presses kisses over your sweet spots, hoping you’ll let him be a pleasant distraction for you.*

"I can help." He whispered between kisses, his hands teasingly sliding over your chest. ”Just say the word.”

[nitpick7]

i feel like the life series fandom has not properly utilized the angst potential of the wildcards yet. and maybe i just haven't read enough posts or fics yet, which is definitely possible, but i'm gonna ramble anyway. (disclaimer: i've watched every pov but probably will get details wrong anyway.)

session one. pearl goes off, alone, away from her group for just a bit. just to mine a little bit more, get some iron. she's crouching at the edge of a cliff to get a better look at the cave, when suddenly the ground isn't underneath her anymore. she doesn't even slip, doesn't have time to react, she just falls.

session two i've thought about so much that i started writing a oneshot (unfortunately still a wip). everyone having to eat rocks and ores and wood and just so many things that they are not meant to eat... but they're all literally starving and real food doesn't fill them anymore. so they're biting into anything they can get their hands on, just hoping and praying that it fills them and doesn't poison them or make them float away... the terror every time the food changes? scrambling to find the next items to eat. ough.

the SNAILS. god. the snails. those things are cute but deadly. bigb, start of the session, seconds after the wildcard activates, hearing something and seeing something and then he's dead. gone. he's gone from peacefully mining to dead in seconds flat and everyone instantly knows just how deadly this one will be.

the speed one... has less angst potential. it's more just the constant fear, being constantly on edge, not used to the speed everything is moving at. they're frustrated at being too slow or their brains aren't moving as fast as their legs, or it's the very start of the session and they're frozen in time with no idea what's happening.

triviabot is less about the trivia itself and more about how it makes everyone act. sabotaging their friends and enemies alike, hiding bots, feeding people false information. they can't trust anyone in that session. but the moment they can trust someone, they latch onto them. someone gets a question about an ally and books it across the server to ask them about it, hoping their bot is still there when they get back.

more on triviabot: there's also the effects if they get something wrong. the robot voice is crazy because to themselves, they sound perfectly normal, but no one can fucking understand them. they're just unable to communicate and don't know for how long. or they're knocked down a few hearts, unable to be fully healed. constantly hurting at least a bit. being equipped with leather armor that they can't take off, unable to protect themselves. tripling in size, not being able to fit anywhere or do anything because they're so big. or their snails coming back, slower but still terrifying.

the mobs one... the very first thing that happens is everyone's beloved pets being killed. unless they happened to have the resources for a nametag beforehand. bdubs almost lost his horse! lizzie spent forever trying to collect mobs just for them to be murdered again! and the trial chamber. grian, joel (who didn't even want to be there), etho, scar; already in the midst of battle, and then all the fucking mobs change? they were terrified in real life, do you know how good that could be in fics?

you may think that there is little angst potential from superpowers. you would be wrong. again, it's less from the wildcard itself and more from how it makes people act. impulse teleporting ren into an obsidian box full of water in order to prove ren was lying about his power? that shit's CRAZY. WHAT THE HELL. impulse literally tried to drown ren to prove scott's point! and like good for him but!!! holy shit!!!!! or grian, who should know what he's doing, losing pearl's ability mid-air and falling to his death - grian falling to his death? (and obviously the listener symbolism with martyn and jimmy. we know we can do stuff with that.)

the final session is just. all of that. but combined. and more wild. it's everything all at once, randomly activating and deactivating, no one knows what's going on and it's a mess. just confusion and chaos.

so. yeah. there is my ramble, i might do smth with this but i might not. please add to this if you have more wildcard related angst, i will love you so much. Ɛ:

[ckswitch]

…oh no.

[yrsonpurpose]

That boy. How far will he go?

[call-me-cosmic]

- Done!

[lover-of-mine]

911 Hiatus Rewatch and Characters Saying The Name of The Episode:

5x09- “Past Is Prologue”

[kiuda]