#the degenerate in love

[sphaliro]

Annual OC Redraw 10TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL!

Every December 25th is my OC Yohann's birthday. Officially, in real life, he's finally turned 10. 10 years of writing, AUs, making friends, coping with that Bad Shit, & celebrating that Good Shit.

Still getting over my nastiest of flus, as well as this (almost year-old diagnosis of) ulcerative colitis, I can't say this years is one of my favorites. The amount of time I can sit up on a computer or sketching on paper is still limited. Feel good about yourself if your art's looked better than this in 10 years, ok??

[marisatomay]

This Pride I hope that all of you never ever forget that no amount of sanitizing your sex life or sanding down of your LGBT edges will make bigots accept you. So, don’t debase yourself by capitulating an inch to them, especially in ways that throw your fellow community members under the bus.

[livelaughliushen]

Listen as tragic as it is I love when AO3 crashes because within minutes there are hundreds of post freaking out about it. The sense of community is unmatched

[elsecrytt]

Satoru Gojo goes to the same cafe every day for his coffee-flavored confectionary beverage. You are the barista tasked with pumping his drink with the unreasonable assortment of syrup squeezes.

You don't blink at it. You've been in customer service forever. Everything is second nature to you. But you give him a look when you hand him a drink and he just starts going.

He likes to make small chat, you learn. About meaningless things - desserts, drinks, the weather - but he makes you laugh, and he laughs at your jokes, too. He's smiling every time you talk.

He's beautiful - in that way that makes you uncertain if he's really there - and friendly, and he seems a bit lonely, eager to converse.

Something tells you Satoru probably doesn't have a lot of close friends. He's rich, too, judging by the massive tips he leaves you.

The thing is, you do a lot of things on autopilot. It's just the way these things get after a while. Pouring drinks, "What would you like today?", "I'll have that out for you soon!", "Have a nice day!", all that stuff.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes. Wires get crossed.

He's picked up his drink to leave, giving you a cheeky smile and a little wave, and you tell him, without thinking twice:

"Love you, bye!"

Oh. Oh fucking hell -

"Love you too!"

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[takkebboki]

🤭

[kitkat13001]

✩₊˚.⋆ 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

>> tomura shigaraki x villain!reader

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“am i a bad person?” 

the question makes shigaraki look up from his switch. you crawl over to take a seat beside him, leaning over to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“what?”

“am i a bad person?” you mumble, eyes wandering shigaraki’s animal crossing island, clearly avoiding eye contact. 

shigaraki sighs softly and shakes his head, putting the console aside to wrap his arms around you. you clutch onto him like a child to a stuffed animal, face squished into his shoulder. 

“no,” he murmurs. “you’re not a bad person.” laughing quietly, he adds, “i’m a bad person. but not you. you’re…different.”

“different how?”

why do you ask so many questions? it was always the same deal. shigaraki always wondered what the hell kind of thought process brought you to not only have these thoughts but to voice them. 

“you’re just different. you…you care about things.”

“like what?”

“fuck, baby, i don’t know!” shigaraki huffs, a whine making its way into his voice. he can feel you smile a little into his hoodie. 

“do you care about things?”

“no.”

“do you care about me?”

shigaraki heaves an exaggerated sigh, pretending to think about it. “a little.”

“do you like me more than dabi?”

“i like anyone more than that shit-head.”

“more than twice?”

“sure.”

“mmm, more than…himiko?”

shigaraki smiles mischievously. “no.”

your nimble fingers worm their way under his hoodie and pinch him between the ribs. he hisses at the sharp contact. 

“you’re fake,” you grumble, nuzzling your head further into his shoulder. 

shigaraki laughs quietly. 

you lapse into comfortable silence, shigaraki’s index fingers lazily tracing patterns on your thighs. 

“i like you better than toga. i like you better than any of ‘em. you’re my favorite, ‘kay?”

you smile at his quiet words. 

“okay.”

[thoughtkick]

Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.

Ellen DeGeneres

[wings-twitch]

They matched each others 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂👅👀 energy

[perfectfeelings]

It’s very easy to lose hope, but we cannot do that. I always say that there’s a lot more good in the world than there is bad, and I continue to believe that. And that is what we must focus on.

Ellen DeGeneres

[zorosdimples]

ok but blowing yuuji under that little skirt 😛😛😛😛😛😛

lor……..

convincing yuuji to wear a tiny cropped sweater and a pink mini skirt that barely covers his ass; god forbid you brush up against his growing bulge and expose the panties underneath (the sheer fabric is growing increasingly wet from his drooling tip). he blushes from his ears to his neck, but he’s so turned on by how much attention you’re giving him. when you drop to your knees, he tries to take off the skirt. but you catch his hands.

“the skirt stays on,” you murmur against his clothed cock. he whines, but listens—he’s a good boy. “hold it up, though—i wanna see your face.”

you play with him through the fabric until you can’t wait to taste him fully on your tongue. yuuji grips the hem of the skirt like a lifeline as you worship him, pre and drool dripping from your mouth and chin to puddle on the floor. he can barely keep eye contact when you play with his balls and lick at his taint, jerking him off, his cock throbbing desperately in your hand.

he doesn’t last long—how can he when you’re looking at him like he hung the stars in the velvet sky? he finishes down your throat with a cry, your nose pressed against his rosy pubes. and when you pull away, a stray bead of spend on your soft lips, he falls to the floor and kisses you, relishing the salty bitterness of himself on your tongue.

[sphaliro]

More boredom hospital art. This is Asha Lynn Lee, Yohann's favorite pop star (for anyone aware of my ocs).

[theghooligan]

me now that sanzu has spoken:

[crystalvfae]

soon

[charcuteriecrab]

If you couldn't tell, my package finally arrived

[perfectquote]

Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.

Ellen DeGeneres