#srry if I read it wrong

[cherryluvss]

I didn't expect you to be back so soon my love. What happened to being busy hmm?

Your way with words is quite something I must say.

I could be straddled around your lap right now, your hands gripping my waist as I unintentionally grind myself against that strap you spoke so highly of for any type of friction I can get. All whilst my whines of desperation are sadly suppressed by the kiss we are in. Not sure how long I could last on just that though.

So maybe you could take those sweet lips of yours and trail them along my neck? Chest? Stomach? Anywhere and everywhere as this body is yours to play with for now. It would just melt at your touch instantly.

After that you'd probably have me fully under your spell. Not like I'm not under it now though. Like you said before, I've slowly spun myself around that little finger of yours without even realising it.

But hey, when you take those pretty fingers down between my thighs to feel how wet you managed to get me from an interaction as simple as that, who'll get the first taste? You or me baby?

Oh, and raising the stakes, are we? Possessive and obsessive dom?! Thats quite enticing considering I too find myself taking every free moment to wait for your responses in my inbox. Come back to me soon xx

[ghost-bard]

I hope in the next dragon age game theres 3 dwarf companions 3 qunari companions 1 elf and a human that dies early on like that one girl from the dao awakening dlc

[starshapedspider]

rick design sheet to keep track of how i draw him . i go to bed now

[jorrated]

HEARTBREAKING! guy who says they love the same media you love has the incorrect interpretations of the characters <////3

[t3ddyd0ll]

can we request other yanderes like yandere scientist or police officer?

of course! just read my rules before requesting :3

[aequarea]

i felt like howl is an alpha (not really dominant, just a normal one) but he could also be a reccesive or dominant omega perfectly fine.

and i know sophie would be beta but we all know that shes an alpha. come on.

[gizmo-best-robot]

if i told you how horrendously obsessed i was with this mf from a generic ahh movie, would you still be friends with me? 😔

Okayi'llget backtodrawingiswe ar---

(This character is A.R.I 9 from The Adventure of A.R.I btw, i won't recommend it, it's terrible lmao)

[pup-pee]

y does it feel so SO wrong 2 share ur opinion???

[toestalucia]

i love captain w the evokers. 'nier agreed she'd stop murdering ppl i trust her' (nier is murdering ppl) 'i trust haaselia' (haase is lying through her teeth) 'lobelia.......🤨' (lobelia DID stop murdering ppl)

[manofthepipis]

Hopping onto what darkangel said about dumb thoughts about Deltarune, do you think Toby Fox ever imagined or planned out the Blue Addison like he did? Just on the fact that they're blue.

Blue Addison has like, one line of dialogue that people have taken, and fans have made them primarily the most nice and sympathetic towards Spamton. But also, in contrast to the other Addisons who have warm colors, Blue Addison is well. Blue. A color that a lot people associate with sadness and grief.

It makes for some awesome fanfics and fanart but I can't help but wonder if that color choice by Toby was intentional, lmfao. <3

honestly i've assumed it's a fandom color bias with blue characters expressing grief (I'll admit I fell into this trap just a bit with my own blue addison interp but it is a great observation)

it's interesting to think about, being a blue addison is the last one you talk to in the spamton-backstory-exposition-line, and who gives the (in my opinion) most jarring end-all line to a build up that is spamton's story. It's a great, dramatic line, and the mention of 'garbage noise' is one of our first clues to what's going on with Kris's cell in the dark world.

With fanfic making the blue addison the most sympathetic, I do think that ending line does portray a lot of regret just based on its wording, but you could say the same with the other addisons' lines. All of them seem to have the same, uniform hostility towards spamton in cyber city, but in the garbage zone is where things change in all of them too. Like, if you swapped out the addisons delivering that line, I don't think anything would change due to the fact they're pretty much all the same character, which i do think was intentional because that makes spamton's story of standing out and separating himself from the addisons that much more impactful.

overall i don't think colors play a part in it canon-wise. i think the addisons were designed that way to match the aesthetic of cyber city (which is primarily blues, pinks, and yellows) rather than something more in-depth. with that said, we love our background characters and the fun of fanfic/fanart is bringing a little bit of a spotlight to those who i don't think were intended to have a spotlight in the first place

[ranvwoop]

tbh i really wish p@lworld was good, like, as a pokemon stan, something to creatively threaten and really step on pokemon's toes would be awesome. unfortunately it's not that

[little-lackadaisical]

I absolutely love the skewed melody at the end of " Fare Well," with the upbeat music that goes into an almost uncomfortable, almost miss it, low pitch, right at the end. Honestly, idk if it was intentional, but I feel like everything hozier does is intentional.

To me, it just it really highlights the songs minimization and denial of the consequences of using. Like this guy knows he's lying to himself, but he just can't stop.

[phantomoftheorpheum]

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[thisisnotourlasthunt]

Oh yeah, Propaganda time!

*Clears Throat*

(TW: Mentions and implications of abuse (verbal, physical, sexual, emotional), implications of suicidal thoughts)

Neil and Andrew, two children who thought they were alone in the world and grew up believing it.

Andrew, a foster child who went from one bad foster home to another bad foster home his whole life. A child who had to learn that the only person he could trust was himself. A child who learn the hard way that being touched, even just by a finger, can become a trigger. A child who learned that 'no' is not a definitive word, that people could and will ignore that word. A man who thought for years and years that being cared for and loved came with a price; with promises. A man who thought no one would want to be around him if they weren't getting something from him. A man who protected every one else except himself because he had given up on life a long time ago.

Neil, a child who learned that the place that was supposed to keep him safe and where he should be safest could be anything but that. A child who had to learn that fathers are not always the most loving and caring. A child whose body was marked even before he'd reached the second grade. A child who thought that love came with pain (I mean, his mother only hurt him to protect him, right?... right?). A man who had to learn how to become invisible. A man who learned how to search for the quickest ways to escape anytime he entered a room. A man who was willing to sacrifice himself if it meant he'd be able to live his dream at least for a little bit.

Neil and Andrew, two men who learned that not everyone was like them. Like the monsters that tormented their past lives physically and present lives mentally.

Neil and Andrew, two men that learned that family was not only those they shared blood with. They can choose who to consider as family. And they chose each other as a family.

Neil and Andrew, two men that learned that touches could be soft, warm and loving. That if they ever felt uncomfortable, they could say 'stop' or 'no' and they would be heard.

Neil and Andrew, two men who learned that they could share and trust their truths with each other without being judged or pitied. Their truths were accepted and cherished.

Neil and Andrew, two men who learned they could want something; someone.

Neil and Andrew, two men who learned that they were not alone in the world as long as they had each other.

Vote Andreil <3

Book names + authors under the cut

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard- All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

[oceansquill]

Bro I have been trying for /so long/ to find something I really like (as in to the point of unpromptedly looking for fanworks) and like I tried qsmp - too much content/the person I liked disappeared for months; tried d20 - it's great, I love it, I watch every new episode but idk I never had something I could obsess over; indulged in old interests, didn't have the same spark; got into hermitcraft and life series - nothing but ranchers really did it for me; and apparently all I had to do was tag on an rpf to that and that's what my brain latches on to

[bunnigumi]

─ FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

YOU KNOW HOW hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

cw. megumi x reader , incest , porn with plot , reader described with small chest , brief mentions of drinking/smoking , Toji is referred to as dad/daddy (nonsexual) , light exhibitionism , dead dove

an. hi guys!! thank you!! for!! 600+ followers!!!!! i lowkey accidently edged you guys at the end srry in advance i didn't have motivation to write out a full smut scene and i hope theres no typos in this bc ill cry if i see it too late... happy reading ^u^ ^_<

There's a lot of things Megumi can't do when Toji's around. Shower for too long and use up all the hot water, sneak his beers. Get handsy with his sister.

But he seems to do the last one all the time, whether his dad is home or not.

Toji is always too loud watching baseball or horse racing on the TV to hear the noises you make when your brother tries to shove his fingers up your virgin ass for the second time. You chickened out the first because you heard the front door open, your dad coming home for the first time in weeks.

Thought he was going to walk in on the two of you. Ask how your day was, what you've been up to. Something along the lines of what a normal dad would do. All he ever does is mope around. She's dead and you're all grown up.

But Megumi likes to humor you, Let's do it under the covers then.

Especially when you're so irrational, Wanna feel good, right? He won't hear a thing by the time I get my fingers in.

Sometimes he's too passed out drunk to see the bedroom door open with Megumi's hands groping your breasts. They're too small to be properly fondled, but he's always liked girls with small tits. 

You've shared a room since forever. There's only two, one for you and Megumi, and one for your parents. But daddy spends most of the nights on the couch, never makes it a step past the living room.

It probably wasn't the best idea. Megumi started touching you all inappropriately at night, your stuffed dolls from family friend facing away when he fingers you, fucks you, kisses you.

You know how hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

Your brother liked to kiss you a lot when you were younger. Regardless of where you were, who you were with. Simple, fleeting kisses on the lips. Your mom and dad would do it all the time.

Grown ups would fawn over how cute you were as children. How well you two got along. How they wished their children were as well behaved as you two were.

It's not all weird for their age. Shiu said it's just what kids do, kids are parrots, not that he has any. But'chya better teach ‘em it's not normal, or you’re gonna have inbred grandbabies. He says it with a quirked lip, chuckling, and a cigarette in between his fingers.

Your dad, unfazed, gnawed on his own, the sliding door open, summer on your face. Puppy stickers trailing up on the glass that don't make it past the handle.

On a good day, Toji's got a Playboy magazine in one hand, a cold bottle in the other. C'mere, boy. He likes to call Megumi from your room to taunt him. Don't she look just like your sister? Flat out drunk. Well, with that rack, it's more like your ma. See, now this one's more like your sister. Isn't that funny?

He tears out the page, careful to not cut through the model's hips, and tosses it in Megumi's direction. His eyes never leaving the magazine. Not even when he takes a swig of the bottle.

Don't fucking talk about your daughter like that. The hell's wrong with you? Megumi says it partially under his breath. And he says it like he isn't hard in front of his dad, like it's not because of the thought of his sister. 

His face twitches with mock disgust. It's as if he isn't folding the page and slipping it into his pocket when he heads back to your shared room.

It all went through one ear and out the other—television static. Toji doesn't look up, doesn't notice Megumi leave. The daggers stabbed into his hollow head. The hard on his son’s got at the mention of his sister. He never notices anything at all.

And it's whatever. You're waiting for him. You want to show him the new panties you bought when you were out with your girlfriends, the money courtesy of your brother. Not in exchange for sex, of course. He loves you more than to treat you like a prostitue. Plus, you'd do it for free, so that makes you a good sister slut.

Megumi doesn't like his new part time all too much. ‘Part time’ means being away from you, leaving you alone. Government code to keep families apart. Buy whatever you like. You're a people pleaser.

Your dad babies you a lot. He still doesn't understand how teenagers work. Coddles you to death like you're still five when his breath smells like spearmint.

It's about the same for Megumi, that kiddy treatment. Still offers runs out to the nearby store to buy ice cream, loitering for the air conditioning on days when cold baths with you aren't enough to kill the heat. Sticking their faces in freezers, your mom twirling you in circles. Letting you go like a wind up doll, spinning and spinning ‘till the world was dizzy.

You inherited her smile, her upturned eyes when you laughed.

And you hate the way Toji let himself go. The person he became. The safety, the warmth. Detached too early from nurturing. Spiraling all the way down from the tree, the nest.

You, me, your sister. Like we used to.

He never got his ass off the couch. Not for those recreational things at least. Everyone knows that, but Toji still tries.

Not to say that Megumi isn't a fan of tradition. Cold baths with you, having you warm his dick while he washes your hair with strawberry, 3-in-1 kid shampoo. Sucking your little tits and biting down on your tender neck. Rubbing your needy clit in circles, your hips bucking, water sloshing. Suds popping and flying in the air. Soapy residue clinging to tile walls.

Your dad doesn't question why you still do it together when you're in your teenage years, or how you two should have outgrown baths already. It's a win-win situation.

He never has a reason to leave; no wife to nag him about remembering to buy fabric softener at the store with the groceries because he forgot the last time. It's not that important, only sissies need soft clothes to survive.

When he does leave, it's for days on end. And you never really notice when he does until you’re on your way out the door to school in the early morning, and there's no one on the couch, not a note on the counter.

When you were a kid, you used to imagine what death was like. They say death is hardest on the living, but you werent old enough to remember your mother, the funeral. Just the one memory you jogged your mind for at night, when you were cold and no one was home yet. Your dad would tell you how much you looked like her, so you'd stare in the mirror at night, trying to remember her face.

And with experience, you think that it goes something like this: Watching the soul drain with grief, sorrow and self pity. Seeing the living corpse rot until you familiarize yourself with the body on the couch and the smell of death. Until it disintegrates to pieces, and you don't remember seeing it ever happen.

Tugging at the hem of your uniform shirt, slipping on your shoes and leaning on the door handle you’d drill holes into the Toji-shaped spot and the door is quietly shut behind you, your brother still asleep.

He's gotten into the college near home and has been taking on more night shifts. Most of his classes start in the afternoon and you miss walking with him to school.

Megumi's the one paying attention to you more, and even extra attention on nights when dad isn't home and he's back from work.

You can be as loud as you need to be, fuck as much as you want. You've grown to be one spoiled girl, that's for sure.

Toji saw him feeling you up once in the kitchen when he went to grab leftover takeout from the fridge. You thought he wasn't home. Turned out he hadn't left the house since yesterday, passed out in his room. Still smelled like a bar, nicotine, and a skank.

You think it's the first time he actually slept there since, well, you know. 

The hell you kids doing. It wasn't a question. He said it with a yawn, with glaring indifference in the base of his tone. Megumi ignored the way his shoulders were slumped over. How he rested his weight on the fridge handle.

And you could act like it didn't happen, like your older brother wasn't pressing up against your backside, trying to stick his junk inside of you.

Nothing, daddy. It's all in your imagination. Just playing. You've just been watching too many pornos. By the way, are you hungover? Your breath reeks of cumsluts and prostitute whores.

Megumi finds that Toji tends to only register the sound of your voice rather than your words. He'd gotten pretty good at that thing with your mother. When you hit puberty, you started to sound like her.

And it's easy for Toji to turn a blind eye. To forget and be at ease. Megumi could really just have continued to go and fuck you right there over the kitchen counter. You're real good at quick and dirty. There’d be the high pitch of your moans and Toji could care less.

It's what happens when you have a dead mom, a college roommate of a dad, and a touchy brother for a family.

Shiu managed to lure Toji out of the house tonight with the promise of girls and booze. Like a dog hearing the words ‘park’ and ‘treat’. Pathetic, is what it is.

You’re wrapping your hand around your older brother’s cock. Pressing your cheek against his thigh. Pleading eyes staring up at him because you’re unsure of how to start. Red knees on scratchy hardwood floor. It's been a while since you had time for foreplay more than kissing and fingering.

“Suck it like a popsicle. Careful with your teeth,” He says in a low voice. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

You've always been a quick learner. Daddy doesn’t know that. Grey rings on unopened report cards turned coasters.

But your brother sure does. He likes to encourage your learning with a hand tangled into your hair. And he’s not all too strict of a teacher, relenting in his grasp when you dig your nails into the side of his legs. Pulling off with saliva dripping down your chin. Lips pouty and shredded like paper, your jaw aching. Thighs rubbing together, always desperate for something more.

Megumi lifts you up onto his lap so that you're straddling him, and taking the initiative, you throw your arms around his neck—pressing your bodies together, grinding down on him and zealously chasing after his lips.

You love like it's second nature.

Intimately to the ideal of union. Crossing lines just to hear the way they snap, it's more satisfying from the other side. In privileged rebellion; the temptation that comes with this taboo of want.

He can taste himself on you, with notes of sugar from home baked cookies and cheap frosting on your tongue.

Megumi has to force you still, his hands squeezing tight around your waist.

Petulant like a child, a whine leaves your mouth at the halt of friction. He manhandles your position so that your back is resting on his chest. Legs dangling off the edge of the bed, kicking and making a soft thumping noise against its side. 

Lifting up the hem of your shirt, his shirt that you’re wearing, reveals nothing but white panties soaked wet from the way your brother nips at your bottom lip when you kiss, from humping him, the way he loves you, too.

He shoves your panties to the side, smearing your slick all over your cunt with his fingers, onto your clit. He rubs light circles, eliciting breathy moans from you before abruptly stopping to pull your underwear down the rest of the way, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

Resting his chin on your shoulder and marking the dip between your neck and shoulder with red indents of his teeth, the sting of his canines, he slips his middle finger into your cunt. The ring, to stretch you out. Then the index, to see how much you can take.

Facing the open door, no one's on the couch while your big brothers got a hand between your thighs. The other sliding under your shirt, agonizingly slow up your chest in a way that sends shivers up your spine, translating into hunger for your brain.

You don't wear bras at home, but you enjoy wearing frilly, lacy ones. Little white bows on the center of your chest. Dolly and cute to the point it was sexy, but not overly so. In blue and pink pastels bordering white.

Megumi was always poked fun at for hanging out with you during lunch and breaks in middle school. Always badgered by his rag-tag group of friends. 

C’mon, Fushiguro. Hang out with us. Just for today at least. That pink haired one was always so whiny. Cute, maybe, but whiny. Or what about after school? You always go straight home. He got on your nerves. You hated him. 

Only sister fuckers hang out with them at school. The brunette was fairly pretty. Skinny legs, good tits. Glossy lips when she said her snide remarks. You always had this fear that Megumi would leave you for her. Irrational, did he mention? You shot her a glare, green eyed monster, and hated her too.

You’d ask Megumi to follow you to the girls bathroom after lunch. Undoing the buttons of your blazer. The first, second, third one of your dress shirt—flashing starstruck eyes with a new bra. Arms pushing your breasts together, offering him a sweet smile. Lustful persuasion.

Then you would leave him for class and he'd have to jerk off to get rid of his boner. In a stall over the toilet, quick so no one hears him. Grinding his teeth together, biting down on his lip, chewing the side of his mouth to muffle the noise until it all hurt.

You’ve always liked to rile him up. To leave him high and dry, no hand holding on the way home, then give him all of you the second you step into the door without so much as a glance to see if anyone's in the house.

You like to tease him, even whenever Toji is near. 

Simulating the tent in his pants with your feet under the table while daddy is smoking with Shiu.

Staring at your brother from across with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Waiting for his cool composure to break until he’s got only two options: Bend you over the table and fuck you right then and there, or play his little sister’s game, her rules. Puppy dog eyed, exhibitionist freak.

Your hips continuously grind up to meet his knuckles. Clutching his wrist, whispering as he curiously stops his attack on your neck, “More. Want more,” and you hold your breath.

You feel him smile on your skin. Without a word, he flips you onto the mattress, and knows exactly what you want, exactly what you need by the way you hook your legs over his back, locking your ankles together. Pulling him in closer. Effectively caging him in. The world can't have him. You've claimed your stake on him a long time ago.

And the words that leave your mouth feel nothing but natural. Your voice is airy, breathy. This insatiable desire tugs harshly at your heart.

Your lips purse together for a moment, just a single moment before the words seamlessly roll off your tongue. 

“I love you," like you were born to do.