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[chevens91]

Progress. I was kinda surprised. Hard work pays off.

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

For Years my brother has been fucking with me by periodically texting me to say Jimmy Carter had finally died. Today the bit has paid off.

The response to my reaction at work was “what do you MEAN ‘for real this time’?????”

I fucking hate it here I’m crying

[saturni-idae]

Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)

[churroach]

Looking respectfully

(EDIT: fellas, it’s really not that deep. Anyone starting beef over this stupid drawing getting blocked, i dont care to argue with people who come and judge me (a stranger) in bad faith. A bit dissapointed that this joke post is what’s getting the most attention but alas that’s the internet for ya i guess.)

[ink-gmbt]

Dungeon Meshi...AH! Dungeon Meshi!

[fipindustries]

i almost never do vent art, much less post it but man, i have been feeling bummed out recently

[agui-chart]

Laios and Senshi, protectors of the sapphic girls

[thewebcomicsreview]

[fellooooowsys]

Has this been done before

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[strawberrypuppy123]

What if I touched myself before bed and passed out naked and soaking. Imagine how easy it would be to flip me onto my stomach and how easily you could slide your cock inside me. You could pin my arms behind my back when I start to wake up so I cant go anywhere. Hold me down as you pound into me. Wrap your hands around my throat to help ease me back to sleep. Hold my hips in place and thrust deeper into me when you cum. Cum as deep inside me as you possibly can because I cant stop you and it just feels so good.

[danijaci]

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

[axofixations]

hiiiiiiii um . do you have any ocs you could talk about :3

Ya!!!! I got a few OCs, most of 'em are old and are from my old Object Show idea [never got around to doing it, have no intention of doing it either.].

I have new lore for them, though. They get revamped at least once every few years. I'll show you an overview of the most notable character, since talking about all of them will make this post huge :')

NAME: "Y" V. ARIABLES—FOURIER

AGE: 16

SPECIES: Algebralien

"Y" V. Ariables-Fourier is a second-generation immigrant, son of Xavier V. Ariables and Mr. Fourier. He is tall, green, and very mean— though, in an attempt to distance himself from his roots, he has taken up help from his ex-rival-turned-crush-slash-obsession SweeTart. He is the eldest of 4 children, though none of them are very close as a result of their homelife. He is best friends with Lemon Drop, as he's the only person that Y tolerates and that can tolerate him.

Description in his own words:

" Jackass. Green. Algebralien. Son of the esteemed Fourier - the fucking middle school Algebra teacher who brought glory to this land somehow. And Xavier V. Ariables. Best at math in this school, whatever those fucking freaks tell people is bullshit. Should've put their asses in the hospital a while ago-- ugh... fuck, not again. "

[churroach]

Girlish whimsy indeed

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute