#soz in advance

[carpediemily]

I deleted my Twitter like a month ago and I didn't use it all that often, but I do still sometimes get the urge to post the most batshit thoughts that manage to plunder their way through the absolute nonsense underbrush of my silly little brain. So I'm sorry, but after 14+ years on this hellsite, you, my poor followers, will be finally subjected to the occasional Thought.

Good luck.

[bpdrug-addict]

im so in love with you bro plus I'm gonna be single in a couple days so my bpd obsession will def switch heavily to YOU

[k4tie75]

I can't even explain how insufferable I'm going to be tomorrow like omg

[vault81]

The Brotherhood of Steel when the Minutemen rediscover artillery:

[valeria-fortnite]

Oops, get cursed! Its Valeria as a child time for five asks!

...You're not my babysitter, where's dad?

[phewgitoid]

Hello phew :3 can I ask you how you pick your colors? They're always so good and I need to steal your techniques

HII HI !!1!11!! THANK YOU!!! :-3 ,,, oak so for me ive started using more muted colors that are more greyish on the color wheel yk yk,, its a really good base to work off of (and later on layering more saturated and mid tones makes a yummy contrast i prommy)

whenever i pick colors i usually go for colors that i wouldnt usually think to use ,, especially since irl the colors u see really js depends on the context and colors around it lololz (and by that i really js mean using a range of complimentary colors to ,, i guess, imply the color u want rather than directly color picking or whateverz) if that makes any sense ?? this really applies for different lighting, mood, etc.

for me its realllyyy just eyeballing it, looking at color dependent references and choosing all kinds colors & making use of the color wheel instead of getting stuck in a sense of “my character is green, ill js use different shades of green” ,,

imo !! blues/greys, yellows and purples/pinks are usually my go-to colors when rendering if we talk about in general , since theyre more natural 2 me in a way ,, but thats mostly 4 humanz

i usually add small amounts of really saturated colors as a way to kind of emphasize a kind of “pop” ,, since it stands out against everything else, (which is really js part of my art style lolz )

tldr: muted tones !! make use of a buncha colors u wouldnt think to use !!!!! use the whole color wheel !! !! saturated colors for contrast!! references!!!!!!

soz if this makes like 0 sense LOL , im not a professional by any means

[red-nightskies]

Look at me and gaze upon a lake

[rollercoasterwords]

Hi Rae, all this talk of obliviation brought me back to the gardeners son. Do you think we will get to learn more about the history there?

MAYBE shhhh so many people have asked abt this i’m still making up my mind…i started w one idea but might take things in a different direction depending on how the story plays out so. honestly idk it’s possible he’ll be important it’s also possible that he’ll never be mentioned again!

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

Botbots squad userboxes pt 1: Squads Featured in the Show! 📺✨ (More userboxes below the cut!) I got bored 'n noticed a lack of Botbots related userboxes, so i'm making them now! Starting with Squads that are specifically in the cartoon! (These are f2u, credit is NOT required UNLESS you're going to repost them on another site as they are (i.e pinterest)! But if these are in pinned posts, headers, carrds, rentrys or what-have-you-- go nuts!)

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+ bonus show!frostferatu coloured sugar shock userboxes (for the gothic sugar shocks <3)

[quinnfabrayapologist]

Just got harassed for using the women's bathroom because I, a cis woman, got clocked as trans. I hate TERFs so much.

[piastrinorris]

i have literally written smut about sugar daddies, sex tapes and god complexes, but bsbl11 is the one thing that gets the "mature content" label. great 🙃

[hanasnx]

baby daddy jason for when the one parent-teacher conference the sweet unassuming teachers like “mrs. Todd” and you’re “uhhh we’re not married”, but Jason, despite not being up to the commitment, likes the idea. He definitely would not correct the teacher like you immediately would.

Actually idk where I was going with this I had an idea but then it kinda stopped soz

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re not even sure how it happened. In your opinion, it’s best that BABY DADDY!JASON TODD stay far away from you and your daughter. Maybe he sifted through your mail the last time he snuck in, maybe he intercepted your calls, maybe he followed her to school to add himself to her emergency contacts—all completely feasible when dealing with someone so meticulously thorough and annoyingly committed. You’re face to face with him outside your daughter’s teacher’s door.

“What are you doing here?” you seethe in a whisper, avoiding a scene.

Jason’s face twists in feigned confusion, pointing to the flyer on the wall. He reads out its words as his finger follows along, “‘Parent teacher conference.’” He points to himself finally. “Parent.” A smug curl forms on his lips, standing tall in outsmarting you even though it’s not what you asked.

Your nostrils flare as you suck in a breath. Unfortunately, Jason is exceptional at getting on your nerves. You wonder how he managed knocking you up. Advancing on him, he mirrors you, meeting you in the middle as you engage him, “Jason, I don’t want you here—“

The door swings open, and you jump in place, leaning away abruptly. Jason coolly inclines back, shoving his hands in his pockets, he’s got nothing to hide. Your daughter’s teacher greets you both with a cheerful grin, beckoning you in. “You made it! Come on in, come on in.” You exchange a warning glance with Jason, but you clutch your purse strap and duck in while he trails leisurely after.

The meeting goes well, the teacher rants and raves about your daughter, especially about her art skills, showcasing that talent with pictures of it. You open your mouth to speak, but Jason beats you to it, “Takes after her mother, huh? What do you know?” he says with pride, and you witness a genuine grin on his lips as he leans forward to take a closer look at the mess of glitter and stickers in the teacher’s hands.

Your heart skips a beat, and you fiddle with your hands in your lap. One reason you try to stay away from Jason is because of times like these. Makes you second guess your decision to end things with him, and that’s exactly what’s most dangerous.

“So, Mrs. Todd—“ the teacher’s voice breaks you from your stupor, gaze snapping up to her as you furrow your brows.

“Oh, we’re not married.” you object, interrupting her starkly, and she flushes, setting the artwork down with a nervous smile.

“Oh! My mistake. You two just seem so close…”

Jason sighs, raising an arm to wrap around the back of your chair. “Well, not yet.” he says with certainty, and you turn your attention to him, glancing at his arm placement and how the sleeve of his biker jacket brushes your hair. His hand cups your shoulder, which you stare at, and glare when he starts stroking your skin with his thumb. What makes you the most angry is not the entitlement to touch you—which he’s always had—but how he’s clearly messing with you on purpose. This is just like his brand of cruelty, embarrassing you further in a social situation. You tune out whatever crap he’s telling the teacher about the fake wedding and you peel his arm away from you, shoving it back into his lap.

“No, that’s not happening.” you object again, harsher this time and Jason merely scoffs through his nose as you deal with the poor confused teacher.

After the meeting, you’re practically corralled out of that room bickering. You somehow end up on the back of his bike instead of in the car you drove here. Somehow, further, letting him inside your place. Shouting over each other about how inconsiderate he is, and how serious you are, curtly removing your outerwear.

“Would it really be that bad?” he yells, that loud voice that gets you weak in the knees booming through your apartment. You’re lucky your babysitter still has your daughter. “Being married to me, would it really be that bad?”

“It’s not about that, Jason! You know that!”

Your objections are drowned out in how his big body herds you into your bedroom, how his hands push you down to rip off your jeans. How he palms your mouth to shut you up while he’s kissing on your neck, clumsily searching for the give in between your legs. His tip eases in as you lazily bat at his hefty shoulders and thick biceps. “Don’t wanna be Mrs. Todd, huh?” You relax under him the longer he’s inside you, rutting into you with patience as you jerk your head away from him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t want my name? Don’t wanna be a happy little family?”

Your fist bangs against his rotator cuff and he laughs, husky and light in your ear. His teeth latch onto your lobe, playfully tugging on it while he bottoms out, and you emit a noise from your throat.

“Mrs. Todd,” he chides, “So wet for your husband. S’almost like you want it.”

[itoshi-s]

:( working on nll and i got smacked back into my rin feels . . uwaaaaah

[phyrestartr]

Love Is Not My Right | Sukuna x M!Reader

W/C: 1.1k

#NSFW, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, reader is early thirties, sukuna is mid twenties, reader is a uni prof, sukuna is a uni student, DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR PROFS IRL PLS THANK YOU, questionable relationship, smut, fluff, angst, self-deprecating reader, soft sukuna?, sukuna has daddy and mommy issues, not edited that much lol IT'S A DRABBLE STFU

tags: @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork (SOZ IF Y'ALL HAVE ALREADY READ THIS HFOHGIOHG JUST REMEMBERED I DIDN'T ADD TAGS)

“Fuck, Teach,” Sukuna groaned. His hips pistoned against yours harder, accentuated by the sharp clap of skin meeting skin. He squeezed your thigh, the one of the leg thrown over his shoulder, before slapping the side of your ass as his head tilted back with a throaty groan.

You, on the other hand, were a trembling mess--and at the hands of your student, no less. Everything about this was uncouth as could be; Sukuna was nearly a decade your junior, he was in your class, and he had zero qualms about the fact that you were his professor. He saw you, decided he wanted you, and would therefore have you.

It was easy saying no in the beginning. He was a typical punk with sharp wit and a sharper tongue--many men like him had made passes at you in the confines of your classroom, but Sukuna had the smarts and charisma to back up his flirtatious remarks and daring whispers.

But, if you were being honest, maybe it was because you'd been engaged twice, un-engaged thrice (long story). Maybe it was because you'd been cheated on and dumped on loop. Maybe it was because you'd given up on romance and sex and everything else and–well, maybe that was why you succumbed to his advances. Maybe you were just sad and lonely, willing to be taken advantage of under the man's misguided thought that you'd give him a better grade if he fucked you good enough. You wouldn't. But he never asked for it, either.

You jumped when another sharp spank sent ripples of bitter pleasure and pinching pain fluttering across your skin. The simple feeling had you clamping down around the man and gasping.

“Itadori-kun–”

“What did I say?” Sukuna groaned, spanking you again and adjusting the leg hooked over his shoulder. “First name.”

Your eyes blurred slightly from the embarrassment and pleasure of it all. “I--but that's–”

“I'm ‘boutta cum in your ass, ‘n you're worried about honorifics?” Sukuna cackled, holding your thigh with both hands as he focused harder on moving his hips faster and faster. “‘M fucking you…in your own fuckin’ bed…and you're–ah–worried about–fuck, you're so fucking good--fuck.”

The searing friction eating you alive tripled in Sukuna's frenzy to reach his second high of the night. You burned alive, shyly crying out as he hit your soft spot over and over, tightening up more and more until you plummeted into your third (fourth? Fifth?) orgasm dealt by Itadori Sukuna's hand. Well, hand, mouth, and cock.

“Sukuna,” you gasped, curling into yourself and subsequently toward him, fisting one hand into his dark hoodie to try and ground yourself against the relentless assault.

His hips stuttered when you called his name. His lips crashed against yours, then, with teeth clacking together and tongue bullying into your mouth as he trembled and slammed in with too-much strength to pour his cum into your core.

“F-fuck. Love that sh-shit,” he stuttered as his stomach tightened and contracted, his eyes rolling back before they fell closed to indulge in the pleasure crashing down on him. But his body's seizing didn't stop his hips from moving–he kept pushing and pushing, hard and sloppy and weak but so, so desperate to jam more and more deeper and deeper into you.

Eventually, when you were both threadbare and burnt out, he pulled out and collapsed beside you with a pleased sigh. You hugged a pillow and fought to catch your breath, but Sukuna, the brat he was, tugged away your life boat to replace it with himself.

You sighed, baffled and exhausted. “Sukuna–”

“What? ‘M allowed to fuck you but not–”

“You–I–we shouldn't be–I shouldn't be doing this,” you argued. “You're too young, I'm your professor. You should be looking for people your own age–”

“Not like I fucking chose this for the thrill,” he scoffed, tucking his arm under his head as he looked at your tired face. “This looks bad on me, too. Looks like I'm tryna fuck good grades out of you.”

You huffed and fixed his hoodie's tangled drawstrings. “You already get good grades. No one would believe that.”

“‘M a fucking genius. Everyone knows,” he agreed with a smirk. “But the other extras in your class? They'll act like it's somethin’ else. They'll jump on whatever the fuck they can to make their own pathetic asses feel less guilty for sucking so hard at life.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help a smile. “Well, this'll look worse on me. Either you did fuck grades out of me, or I'm holding said grades hostage ‘n making you sleep with me lest they suddenly drop.”

Sukuna hummed and slid a hand to your bare waist. “Ho? I like the sound of that. Guess I'll have to try harder to make sure I stay your favourite. I could go for a 4.4."

“Please–don't roleplay that,” you begged, feeling more tired by the second. “Just promise me you'll move on and forget about this after finals. Please. It's in your best interest.”

“Yeah? ‘N what's in your best interest, Teach?” Sukuna wondered. His knuckles brushed against the curve of your cheek, and you felt your heart ache with loneliness. But you'd never admit you wanted this. You'd never admit you wanted a cure for being unlovable.

“Keeping you safe,” you said, pulling his hand from your face and squeezing it tightly, “Is in my best interest. I want you to be happy, to stay out of trouble. And this? This can only breed trouble.”

“Trouble ain't so bad.”

“Sukuna.”

“After finals, ‘m not your student anymore,” Sukuna reminded.

Your face got a little hot. “Don't twist this–”

“Twist it? Tch. It's just facts.” He looped his arms around your smaller frame and tugged you in close. “So I'm gonna keep taking my daddy issues out on you even after the semester ends.”

You had to laugh. “That's–you're a little too self-aware–”

“Pretty sure that's a good thing, no?” He yawned and tugged the blankets up over the both of you. “You're starting to piss me off with all the resistance. Just take it. Like how you take my cock.”

You sighed and sat up, pulling the blanket over the younger man more. “You have a dangerous mouth on you, y’know that?”

Sukuna smirked. “Like hearin' that from you.”

“Right. Well, I need to wash up.” You brushed his hair back against your better judgment. “You need anything?”

The look he sent you made everything ache more; it was something so warm and lazy, half-lidded eyes fighting to stay open as your tender touches lulled him to sleep. It was so strange, the apparent peace you brought to such an explosive soul. It almost made you think this could work.

“Jus’ make sure you come back,” he grumbled before letting his eyes fall closed. “Fucking kill you if you don't.”

You smiled the tiniest bit as you brushed his hair back a few more times. “Promise I will,” you whispered, earning a soft grunt of approval in return.

But as you sauntered to the bathroom, shedding whatever clothes you somehow still had on, you cried.

[bigdorks]

holding hands | hobie brown

Warnings: smut so 18+, afab reader, not proof read either so soz 4 the grammatical errors :p WC: 0.6k

You had a small obsession with Hobie's hands. And you weren't afraid to admit it.

In fact, you felt unashamed in how much you loved when he touched you with his broad palms and long fingers, how his hands felt delightfully heavy when he rested them against your skin. Didn't even care how obvious you were when you asked him to use his deft fingers to rub down the length of your back to cure an ache that wasn't there.

Sometimes, you watched him work with his hands as though in a trance. Watched when ringed fingers carefully embellished his garms with metal spikes or handcrafted cloth patches. Or when calloused fingertips held down the worn strings of his guitar as he strummed a euphonious rhythm with his pick. Or when bulging veins and tendons flexed with the twirl of a screwdriver as he worked to reverse engineer tech far more advanced than your time. 

For that reason, as you kneeled before him from where he sat on the bed and eagerly watched him stroke himself to completion, you couldn't help but be fixated on his hands.

"Are you gonna cum?" You ask, almost desperately. 

"F-fuck, yeah, yeah." He repeats as his hand swirls around his sticky tip, cock still slick and creamy from your release. His other hand tilts your head back and up, fingers pressing into your lower face. "I'm so close."

"Yeah, you're gonna cum all over me?" You ask breathily, hands stroking his tensed thighs, to which he nods in a jerky motion, still focused on chasing his pleasure.

"Mmhm. You need it, huh? Need me to cum for you." His flushed desire is hidden by the deep brown of his skin but shown by his lustful expression and the sweat that drenches the edges of his lineup and sides of his face, sliding around metal piercings and angular planes. 

You can feel that same heat on your skin, between your thighs, growing more intense with each wet click of his sliding fist, still so insatiable despite the many times he made you come tonight.

"Yes, baby. Please, give it to me." You say pleadingly, which seems to push him over the edge.

His eyes close, his flat stomach clenches, and his face screws up as he climaxes. Groans and curses spill from his lips like a river.

Each spurt of pearly white cum from his twitching dick splattered across your breasts and neck, some even landing on your face despite his aim for your chest, causing you to close your eyes. You sit there on your knees, still and willing, as he reaches the heights of gratification, painting your face and body in his essence. 

In the aftermath, you gently wipe your eyes and open them to see Hobie already staring at you with a look so unabashedly depraved a bolt of excitement strikes right through you. 

He seemingly gives into his lecherous desires and drags a finger through the valley of your breasts to collect some of the mess he just made.

"Open." He orders even though he pulls your jaw down himself.

Obediently, you suck the cum off his finger as he feeds it to you, moaning at the taste. Despite the soreness in your limbs, you're tempted to go another round. And if the fiery look in his eyes is any indication, he feels the same as you.

"There we go," He says approvingly with a stare full of hunger as his hand rubs soothingly along where he held your jaw.

You can't help but smile brightly at his praise, nuzzling into his hand, looking up at him with adoration in your gaze.

Yeah, you loved many things about Hobie, but his hands would always be your favorite part of him.

[yakultii]

yipee ! just posted some under this tag <33

i will send u my mid essay and u will tell me u love me