#they all love him huh

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[random-jot]

It’s a shame Zoro wasn’t in Whole Cake Island purely for the missed gag opportunity of him walking into the Seducing Woods - the woods designed so specifically to disorient and get lost anyone who enters - and walking straight out the other side in 5 minutes

[fairsweetlonging]

the svsss extras are actually so insane, one moment you're reading about the heartbreaking past between shen jiu and qi yue and about trauma and cycles of abuse, about luo binghe mourning shen yuan and staying with his body every day for years, about shang qinghua being offered the chance to go home and not taking it because he was miserable and lonely, and then the next tianlang-jun is trying to set zhuzhi-lang up with shen yuan and encouraging him to bride-steal?? and then shang qinghua is ordering mobei-jun to make him noodles while fantasizing about writing a danmei peak lord orgy?? cottagecore bingqiu?? everyone thinking shen qingqiu got pregnant with luo binghe's child??? og pidw fans apparently being qijiu and binggejiu shippers?? hello what??

[blackkatdraws2]

Grown men giggling and kicking their feet.... [Blank Scripts AU]

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

YOUR APOCALYPSE CHARLES IS SO CUTE!!!!HIS LONG HAIR AHHH IM OBSESSED

thank you so much !!!!! it's twisted irony that his hair looks the best in the movie he loses it in ......

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[astrobolical]

Okay.

As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.

The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.

Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.

Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.

Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.

Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.

Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.

Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.

Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.

Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.

[turtleblogatlast]

Imagine little Leo having trouble sleeping so he ends up watching tv and movies with Splinter to pass the time. Splinter often just passes out in his chair, but Leo likes the company anyway.

One day, Leo’s rifling through the movies his dad brought back for them (usually 70s and 80s stuff - Splinter has a bias) and he gasps.

Leo runs over to Splinter and holds up a copy of The Last Unicorn, begging that they watch it that night.

Splinter remembers absolutely nothing about the movie, but hey it’s got a unicorn and it’s animated so it’s gotta be fine, right? So he turns the movie on and passes out near immediately.

He’s woken up roughly an hour and a half later by Leo climbing up onto his chair and sobbing hysterically into his chest.

The movie is now one of Leo’s favorites.

[cestacruz]

Its been a while but i had to get used to the new PC 🤧 and get all my brushes back (<-didnt get them) SO HUMANFORMERS STARSCREAM DOODLE UNTIL IM COMFORTABLE IT IS!!!

Edit: can we all pretend the stolen kidney scar(?? Is on his right side and not left , i forgot to wait for reference, like a dumbass and lost the 50/50...

[rystiel]

bro’s about to do something stupid (and likely illegal)

[egophiliac]

his magic is so PINK and FLUFFY and PRETTY! I love it!

I'm ready to process the Diasomnias now, buckle up

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[wienners]

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon are gengar and haunter. His favorite candy is reeses cups. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. He ate a baby. His animal motif is a rabbit. Hes kind of based off the donnie darko rabbit. He almost exclusively wears merchandise of the quentin tarantino movie death proof. He talks to his cats in a baby voice. He wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. Hes 5'3. Sometimes he barks like a dog. Hes from new jersey. He hacked a girls tumblr blog so he could post about how awesome he is. He added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. He named a chainsaw rex. He torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. His name comes from an animal collective song. His creator drew his "true form" as a giant buff wolf bug anthro. Theres a (semi)canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". The guy hes possessing has radioactive blood. He tried for 2 whole minutes to pick up a bottle of ketchup with a grabby hand. Hes kind of suicidal.He can be reasonably compared to pretty much every major tumblr sexyman. His actor has gone on record saying heath ledgers joker inspired his acting choices. His creators were too attached to him to permanently kill him at the end of the series. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like bill ciphers first year on HRT. Hes basically like my artistic muse. For some fucking reason i associate the song cake by the ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

[luna-loveboop]

'I've never been in a dungeon before' and 'Who's Ganon?' have literally made some of the BEST reaction panels in Lu I just-

They are very similar conversations- where a Link is pointing out/asking about something that the others have experienced and they haven't. Which is really cool to compare and contrast but they all just freak out about it

Genuinely some of the best conversations in Lu

The lesson here is that apparently the Links will always be freaked out when one of them has missed out on one of the Zelda Fundamentals™

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Art by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 8

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Read on AO3

CW: Smut, 18+/MDNI, praise, kissing, manual stimulation, self-stimulation, oral sex (Simon receiving), premature ejaculation, dirty talk, power exchange, fingers in mouths

Notes: Bambi is not perfectly obedient in this, and Simon loves it. They have a lot of formal protocol, but they are also playful.

It takes a few moments to come back to yourself. One of your hands is still pulling at his pants, and you discover that the other is hooked over his shoulder. Simon is still panting against your face, rubbing the tip of his nose over your cheekbone. You can’t help but purr as you clench around the fingers that are still inside of you.

You slide your hand up under his shirt as you turn to catch his lips with yours. His breath shivers into your mouth as you pet at the hair on his belly, then up his side. He jerks back, pulling his shirt off with a quick motion that makes your mouth water. When you push yourself up onto one elbow to touch, he huffs a heavy breath.

Simon is covered in scars. More than you’d been able to see over video. The silvery reminders of the violence of his life are thrilling in your post orgasm haze, instead of scary. He’s also just thick, barrel chested and wide waisted. He looks real, rough around the edges in a way he never is on camera or in your dreams.

You mean to reach up to tweak his nipple, but your eyes get caught on the way he’s more than filling out his sweatpants. When your fingers dip, instead to tug at the waist, his hand catches your chin.

“You okay?”

Yeah, you should probably say. I feel fantastic. That was probably one of the best set of stretches I’ve ever done. Thank you. Please kiss me some more.

But none of that is actually that important right now. “Can I suck your dick?”

He barks a laugh, even as you watch him twitch in his pants. His thumb presses on your lower lip, drawing your mouth open the slightest bit. “Not sure I c’n last long if you do that. Gimme a minute.”

That strikes your pleasure drunk mind as kind of stupid. You sit up a bit more and lick the pad of his thumb before taking it into your mouth. When his fingers go tight under your chin, you make eye contact, purse your lips and suck. The gut punched sound he makes spurs you on, and you dip your fingers into his waistband.

You pull off to press a messy kiss to the side of his thumb. “Please, Simon? Let me make you feel good?”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” he growls, pushing his thumb back into your mouth. When you take it almost to the back of your throat, he groans. “I mean it. Won’t last.”

“Mm-mm,” you agree. Around his thumb, you slur, “Wan’ it.”

Your fingers tugging at his clothes again spurs him into action. If the world weren’t so floaty, you’d whine when he pushes himself to stand off the side of the bed. As it is, you stretch all the way down to your toes and slip a hand down to pet ticklishly over your clit as he starts to strip down. His hands come to a stop, so you look up at him. He’s watching your fingers between your thighs.

“Didn’t say you could be doin’ that,” he rumbles, as he resumes stripping down. “’Ands off.”

You barely hear him. You’ve never had an unobstructed view of Simon’s whole body, before. He’s seen your everything, more or less, but he’s always kept the focus on you. You’ve never seen his thighs, you realize. And the his subpar camera had never done anything to do his cock justice.

Rolling onto your hands and knees, you follow him up the bed as he settles onto his back. Your arms are a bit wobbly, but you want to fall into him, so you do. The course hair beneath his belly button is the first place your lips land, and you can’t help but nuzzle in. He makes a startled sound, but doesn’t stop you.

He smells clean and a bit musky. You don’t resist the urge to kiss the soft pudge beneath his belly button, which jumps when you close your hand around his cock. He’s hot and heavy in your grip, uncut. Not as long as you thought he might be, but thick, like the rest of him. His hips pulse up when you give him a gentle stroke and you hear him bite back a low noise. That won’t do.

You give his belly a quick parting kiss before dipping down to drag your tongue over the head of his cock and take it into your mouth. He’s already so wet for you, salty and bitter as you wrap your lips around him and suck. Simon makes an odd sound, a gasping groan, and squeezes your shoulder in one big hand so suddenly it makes you gasp.

The first jet of his cum splashes across your lips. You’re only able to give him two strokes before his other hand closes around your wrist, so you kiss against him instead as his whole body shivers. He stays hard in your grip, making aborted thrusts as he spurts onto your cheek, once, twice more.

“Fuck,” he finally hisses, “Gentle, Bambi, gentle, ‘n I c’n keep... Fuck.”

You can do gentle. When he loosens his grip, you slide your hand down to the base of his cock and tip forward to take him back into your mouth. You don’t exactly love the taste, but it’s worth it for the way you can feel him throb in your hand, between your lips. The way he whines when you pulse your tongue against the underside of his cock makes you squeeze your thighs together.

You can’t help but peer up the length of his body at him, across the slopes and planes of him to the underside of his chin. He’s pink. You’ve seen him cum before, but you’ve never seen him heave for breath like this. Never felt his hand shake as it strokes over the slope of your shoulder, barely resisting the urge to clamp down.

He could hurt you, if he’s not careful. The fearful thrill of that realization sends a shiver through you. You stifle your own moan by taking more of him, relaxing your jaw to let him slide against the back of your tongue. His hands abandon your skin to ball up into the sheets.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He finally tips his head down to look at you. When his eyes meet yours he huffs a strained laugh. “Look at’chu. Proud of y’reself? Showin’ off, sweet thing?”

You could pull off to answer. Instead, you do your best to swallow with your mouth fuller than it’s ever been.

“Don’t do tha’,” he groans, throwing his head back again. “Gentle, fuck, ‘ave mercy, Bambi. Lemme just...” One of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping gently over the curve of your cheek. He groans again as you bob down to try to kiss the top of where your hand holds him steady.

You tip your head into his grip and slide your free hand down your body. It’s awkward, not your preferred hand or position, but you can’t not touch yourself. You end up rocking your hips into the pads of your fingers. When you find the right angle, pressure glancing off of your clit, you can’t help but moan.

That gets his attention. When he looks at you again, his eyes dart over your shoulder to where your ass rolls behind you. The hand on your face gets firm, holding you still as he watches you.

“What did I say?”

He said gentle, he said have mercy, so you soften your touch, use the tip of your tongue to play with his foreskin in a way that makes his grip tighten. And then he’s lifting you away, hand gentle even as he curses under his breath as your bottom lip drags over the head of his cock.

“Told you to stop touchin’,” he pants down at you. When you turn your head to take his thumb into your mouth, he takes hold of your chin, pinning your tongue. “Not listenin’ to me anymore?”

He uses the grip on your jaw to draw you up, until you’re forced to use both hands for balance on either side of his wide hips. The hand that isn’t holding you goes under his own head. It’s a distracting flex of muscle that makes his scars ripple.

“Bambi.”

You can’t answer with anything more than, “Ah.” Too late, you realize you’re drooling and close your mouth over his knuckle.

Simon chuckles and strokes the underside of your chin with his fingers. “Need more, don’t you, sweet girl?” He nods your head for you. “Yeah. My girl don’t stop at just one. That’s jus’ got you all revved up, huh? Pretty cunt needs more attention.”