#tHX yOu

[montyistrapped]

THE JOY RN THE JOY

THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX THX

if i get to 100 i will umm do some stupid thing like a hand or voice reveal

[dreacky]

HIII IM SO HAPPY YOUR BACK!!!!!!

anyway do you have a persona or an oc?

Cause I wanna draw you cause your coola Dan your my idol but I don't know how to draw you!!!!

You don't have to answer if you don't want to!!!

BYEEEE sending love and support!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️

OH MY OH MY , THAT’S SO CUUTEE😭✨💖🚑

I’m so glad that you see me as idol person , THAT’S TOO GOOD FOR ME💖⚠️💖

about persona or oc! In Tumblr I have only one famous OC and one persona! ⭐️

(old art)

first - my OC Boncko! little cutie cup🥰

(just drawn art)

second - my persona - Grace!

SHE IS TOO GOOD AHHH😭✨

I want to say thank you for asking me that question and sending me good words.

It means a lot to me, thank you!

LOVE YOU TOO, SWEETHEART 🫵💖‼️

[lilblossom5294]

Who Can Help Fellow Tumblr Agere SFW blogs ! 🌸

What do yall wanna see more on this blog ? I am curious , please comment , reblog , or reach out !

This isn’t just for me , but for other sfw agere blogs to know our audiences better and how to engage with everyone 🤍

Lately I’ve been stuck , looking at my screen uncertain what to put out . May you please aid me and other creators ?

Thx you , lil blossom petals ! 🌸🤍🌸

[senpa10]

For you

I sketched this forever ago- but I decided to finally make it look clean ⍨⃝✏️

I LIKE IIITITIIITITITTTTTTTTTTTTT WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA((!

[haveag00dday]

Your art style is so goofy and whimsical and I love it so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thx you for this coment or idk what this is. But thx and im sorry that i didnt responded quickly. I hope this is good enough.

Thx and have a nice day.

[links-crosses-multiverse]

Just wanted to tell you that your art is really good and I really like your character designs!

Thx you so much.

That means so much to me.

I will continue doing it.

[jane-asmo]

What a ride, Caitlyn stans!

[x-heesy]

@wetwicksdry 😘

Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ MᴄCᴜʀʀʏ (ʙᴏʀɴ Aᴘʀɪʟ 23, 1950 ɪɴ Pʜɪʟᴀᴅᴇʟᴘʜɪᴀ, Pᴇɴɴsʏʟᴠᴀɴɪᴀ) ɪs ᴀɴ Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀ, ғʀᴇᴇʟᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟɪsᴛ. Hɪs ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ ɪs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ “Aғɢʜᴀɴ Gɪʀʟ”, ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏғ Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ. MᴄCᴜʀʀʏ ʜᴀs ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛs ғᴏʀ Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Gᴇᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɴᴜᴍ Pʜᴏᴛᴏs sɪɴᴄᴇ 1986.

Sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[emmerdeusedepuislanaissance]

Why are the qualities of a interesting person?

Someone with an open and kind mind and who's weird as fuck.

A active listener, a good conversationalist with passions, which one could qualify as hyperfixations and interests that may surprise you in a way you didn't expect.

A person with a very vaste taste in music and who appreciate silence as much as I do.

A person with very expressive eyes and partake in what I qualify as instense gazing…

[catgrandpa]

Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

[anchoeritic]

cowboy!ellie saying ‘atta, girl’ when she slips herself into you and watches as her strap bulges from your tummy. “oh my— fuck. look at that, baby,” all she can do is moan looking at her tip sitting pretty inside of you. you’re a whimpering mess, too. gripping at her hands as they tighten around the structure of your hips, impatiently waiting for you to adjust to the stretch.

her fingers barely brushing over the skin of your tummy, feeling up against her own cock through it. “s’full of me, honey. takin’ all of my cock like sucha good girl.” it didn’t take long for you to respond with the grind of your hips, moving gently against her. the her hat that was sitting on your head tilting with each rock. your body felt warm, hot.

“want you to think about me ‘nd my cock only,” your skin melting into hers while your chest made its way closer to hers, your lips longing to become hers as well. “nothin’ else but me,” ellie could see how desperate you became, chuckling to herself as your lips set themselves onto hers.

the sweet craving you had for her still present. “just want you thinkin’ ‘bout how tight you are wrapped ‘round me.” god, it took everything in her not to thrust up into you. to make you gasp into your shared kiss. to make you whine into an open-mouthed one. the sheer resist she had for you was barely held by a thread, on the verge of tearing any second out of temptation. “c’mon, baby. make yourself cum,” that’s when she realized, she needed you more than you needed her.

[namchyoon]

day 159/547 until joon returns joon's dimples 🤍 for @magicshop 🤍 cr. namuspromised

[kitykattt-123]

thxs tamperwolf for makeing me this i rilly apershate it (you made my day)

art made by: tamperwolf

oc: mine

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[aakeysmash]

college!sukuna + the first time he asks you to watch yuuji for him :)

“Yes mom, everything is okay- no I don’t need you to send me food- ma, please-“ you try reasoning with your mother, phone between your cheek and your shoulder, while trying to cook something up.

It’s been a month since your arrival and she’s worried you might not find the comfort she so desperately wants you to have. You love her, but she can be a little too much. You manage to hang up and then you’re deep in thought, not knowing if you should add pepper or not to your pot, when a deep voice near your ear makes you jump.

“Yo.”

“For fuck- hi?! Couldn’t you, I don’t know, make any kind of noise before scaring me shitless?” You say to college!sukuna, who is looking at your pan from behind your shoulder.

“That looks like a mess,” he responds, ignoring your outburst. He's so nonchalant, almost as if judging negatively something is his natural behaviour towards strangers.

“Get out,” you whine, trying to push him away by putting your hands on his chest. He doesn’t move an inch, merely resorting to stare at you from below his nose. Your breath almost hitches: his eyes are piercing red, and the fact that he has a pair of them tattoed beneath his real ones makes him look-

"You look like a serial killer, should I call the cops on you or are you going to step back?" you say, raising one eyebrow. He blows in your face and gives you space only when he hears you whine. Asshole. Your hands fall from his chest and you slightly touch his torso. Oh, the boy has muscles, that's for sure.

"I need you to watch the brat for me," he tells you straightforwardly.

You're confused. "You need me to watch who?"

He rolls his eyes. "My brother, I need you to watch my brother."

You gape up at him, then raise your shoulders and move around him to get to the fridge. "No thanky youuu."

"Come on. They need me at the studio, a client requested me for a tattoo," he says following you, hands in his pockets.

“Not surprised you’re a tattoo artist. I’m sorry for your clients,” you mumble.

“The fuck did you say?” He snarls.

You huff. “I said, what’s in it for me?”

You turn around closing the fridge door with your hip, and you find him staring at you, again.

“Pal, you have a serious staring problem-“

“I’m ordering take out for ya.”

“Huh?” You respond, a little baffled.

“Are you dense?” He starts, a bored tilt to his tone. He thinks you’re kinda cute, but the fact you talk back makes him want to shut you up. With his own tongue down your throat, possibly. “I said I’m ordering you food. Take care of my brother and you can ask me for whatever you want for dinner. It’s not like you’re a great cook, anyway,” he adds, pointing towards the pan you still have on the stove.

You lightly slap his arm and he fights back the urge to slap you back on your forehead. Affectionately! Maybe.

“You’re so rude. Go, I’ll watch Yuuji. I want seafood boil, thanks,” you singsong. In your peripheral vision you see him stretching out his hand.

“Shake on it.”

You put your hand in his and try to grip him as strongly as possible, but he notices and it feels like he’s trying to crush your bones when he grips your hand back.

“Ow! Okay! Deal!” you say stepping back and massaging your hand, frowning.

“Thanks,” he says smirking.