#yolo lmao

[butscrewmefirst]

luckily work stuff doesn't even start until 11am tomorrow, so i've got some time to do replies tonight! getting to the older replies i've had for awhile first and queueing them up and publishing some as i go. love you all!

[kokoasci]

i tried drawing vanitas (im on chapter 2)

[vilintciay]

"Body Tease" - OSAMU MIYA X READER

content warning: smut!!, breast & thigh groping, teasing, osamu is a little shit, reader has sensitive boobs lmao, osamu is a bully ngl, degradation, slight grinding, slight breath play, slight face slapping, swearing.

pairing: Osamu Miya x !sensitive reader word count: (1.6k)!

"Stay still..what the hell are ya' even doing..?"

Osamu murmured lowly, reaching an arm towards your figure, his palm slowly sliding down to your stomach to your lower hip pressed onto the mattress.

He wrapped that arm around your waist to bring you close, stopping your annoying back-and-forth shuffling. Grumbling something about 'losing his focus of trying to sleep' from the disturbance with your movements.

You'd groan lowly in discomfort, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance from the lack of space the small singular bed provided, muttering something back with the same annoyed tone.

"Ugh.. Shut up. It's not my fault ur fatass is taking up most of the space in this cramped ass bed."

Osamu scoffed, his annoyance growing. He tightened his grip on your waist and rested his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. Your back basically pressed onto his front now.

"y're exaggerating.. It's a small bed." He mumbled in his low-toned grumble, his palm caressing your stomach slowly and later your lower abdomen, eventually snaking that same palm under your shirt to rub on the skin on your tummy, causing your stomach to involuntarily flex from the ticklish contact.

"Tch.. Just shut up n go t'sleep already.." You mumbled, turning your head to stuff your face into the pillow to get more comfortable and try to get some shut eye. Aware of his wandering hand but brushing it off, too sleepy to care.

Osamu would huff, rolling his eyes before shutting them as well, keeping you close with his arm around your waist. His hand mindlessly tracing circles on your tummy before making its way up your shirt, cupping a tit and squeezing it to help him relax.

Your eyebrows would twitch, furrowing them and letting out a small noise, torso slightly flexing from the contact of his palm on your nipple, sending little electric waves down your body and stomach.

You could feel the nipple slowly harden with his kneading, your annoyance and irratation bubbling up again from the lost of focus. "gh-.. damn it, 'samu hands off.. what're you.." You'd turn your head slightly towards him, eyes still tired and shut, placing a hand on his forearm to try and stop his movements.

"what."

His tone was bored and tired, clearly annoyed from the interruption of his concentration again, his hand never faltering it's movements on your breast as he nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his free arm snaking under you to wrap around your waist and his free hand caressing one of your hips.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress another low moan at the way his large hands would knead your breast so firmly, one of your free hands gripping at the sheet under you for support in keeping your shit together.

"Stop fucking squirming like that, I can't sleep." He'd murmur again, the rough annoyed tone in his voice caused your frustration to boil up even more as you sucked in a breath, gritting your teeth.

"Stop touching my shit Osamu, I can't slee- nh-..ah" You'd lean your head a bit back, cutting yourself off with a low moan at a particular roll of his palm on your breast, your head leaning on his shoulder as your legs hiked up slightly to clam together.

"Tch, ye'r so goddamn sensitive. m'barely touching ya'" He'd gruff lowly, annoyed to hell and back from your squirming as if he wasn't the reason why.

He'd continue kneading and squeezing at your flesh, brushing off your pleas and demands with a roll of his eyes. Damn it, could you just shut up? Your tits felt so soft and squeezable against his rough hands, why would he wanna stop now? Last time he checked it wasn't his problem that it caused you so much trouble.

Your body would shudder slightly at his words, biting your lip helplessly as he pleases himself with feeling on your flushed and almost twitching body. Face flushing a deeper red with each squeeze and knead, your stiff body arching slightly from the sensation that kept you bound and squirming on the bed.

You brought the back of your hand that was previously gripping the sheets below you to cover up the noises you accidentally let slip, your breathing starting to labour, growing even more sensitive with each intensity of his fingers rubbing on your sensitive nipples. Mentally cursing his nonchalance and bored like demeanor while I was over here getting used, panting and whimpering like an animal just cause he wanted to grope a pair of tits to help him sleep.

"Mmhn-.. Fuck-.. y-... s-such an- asshole-.."

He snorted, finding amusement in your misery as he smirked against your neck, slightly nipping at the skin there to keep his mouth busy, —and bonus points to egg you on further. "Mm.. what can I say..? u're easy.." He murmured, his other hand caressing your hips moving down to your legs to give a firm grip and squeeze to the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

You'd barely stifle another moan on your hand, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut. The feeling of both his hands squeezing and kneading on you plus the feeling of his breath and soft lips grazing, nipping, and licking on that specific sensitive patch of skin on your neck was clouding your mind. Fuck, you were going crazy, the knot in your stomach tightening within each minute.

".. Keep it down, dumbass.. m'trying to sleep e're.." He'd huff again, laced with that same tired tone but you could hear the smirk in his voice and you hated that you could practically feel the ache shooting down your stomach to your legs, leaving your already damp panties to sit in more soak.

"S-shit.. mmff-.. God, shut upfhk-..!"

You felt yourself almost choke at the way he'd cut you off, lifting his hand from under your shirt to shove two digits in your mouth, not even knowing if it's to shut you up or to lubricate them. Either way, you were too fucking lost to even care, sucking and swirling your soft tongue on the thick fingers, almost rolling your eyes back from the way groans behind you.

"Fuuck.." He breathes on your neck and you swore you felt one of his legs twitch behind you, the hand kneading your thigh moving up to press and rub on your clothed cunt. Involuntarily causing you to clamp your legs tighter, trapping his hand between your plush thighs with another choked moan around his fingers. "Damn it, I could feel it. . u're fucking soaked.. Needy bitch.."

"..u're enjoying this aren't you..? yeah, yeah y'are.. ..pantin' like a dog in heat after only a few squeezes."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, lightly tapping a slap twice on your cheek before cupping both in his hand as he lets out a low mocking laugh. "you're fucking pathetic, shit."

And you couldn't help but whine desperately, that same tight knot in your stomach from his words just begging to snap. His hand cupping your face returning to squeeze and paw at your breasts again, fingers coated with saliva— your saliva... you couldn't help but be aware yet so lost in your clouded mind — rubbed and pulled on your oh so sensitive bud, causing even stronger shockwaves drop down to your stomach, shooting down to your soaked cunt. And at that point you couldn't even suppress the soft moans and whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"Ah.. Ahh.. ahhnn- f-fuuuck- ah- ah-nn mmm- s-samu- osamu-..!" Finally it dawned on you. Shit, you were close. Just a few squeezes and you were already putty in his hands like a damn bitch in heat. Wait, why do I feel like someone had *just* said that? Nevermind. You were literally about to cum from only getting your tits kneaded and you didn't even try to put up a fight in the first place. How embarrassing.

You stuffed your face into the pillow once more, whining, groaning, moaning, whimpering, crying. Shit, you completely lost yourself at this point. All you could do was chase your high, no longer caring if you moaned or cried too loud.

Osamu, continued to suck on your nape, guiding you through it almost sweetly as if he hasn't been torturing you this entire time, snaking up his other hand under your shirt to squeeze at both of your tits, moaning softly at the feeling of your soft flesh on both of his hands, his hips subconsciously stuttering as he jerked his crotch on the cleft of your ass, your constant moans of pleasure striking something in him.

"mmFfuck!! -.. G-gnna-gna- c-cum!.. shi-shit-!.. Osamu!!.."

"Holy shit, jus'hurry up and cum already.."

He'd roll his eyes and groan lowly on your neck, sighing and resting his face in your hair, taking in your scent. His body laying still and tired behind your squirming one. With one last rub and squeeze,

"FUuuckkK!! Cu-cumming!! .."

"Fucking finally.."

-

You'd pant against the pillow, your chest heaving intensely as you felt your heart hammer against your chest, slowly coming down and recovering from your high.

Osamu retracted his hands from under your shirt and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he pressed soft and gentle kisses down your neck with a tired sigh followed by a yawn.

"Mm.. y'okay?" He'd mumble against your skin, his eyes already closed and ready to pass out at any moment.

"Mmh.. Yeah.. All good-" Snores. Against your skin. Oh well.

Turning your body to wrap your arms around his neck, you brought his head close to rest on your chest before snorting lowly and shaking your head with a soft smile on your face.

"'..'night, 'samu.."

[isjasz]

[Day 300]

No way whos dat (Only a tiny amount of ppl will get exactly why i made this LMSAODSO ITS SO SELF INDULGENT BUT YEAHHHHHH >:3)

And LETSGO DAY THREE HUNDREDDDDD

[leninille]

Charles and Erik at the couples therapy 🎉

BONUS white-haired Erik

[moongothic]

Rereading Dressrosa for the first time in quite a few years, after having become a Crocodad Truther specifically, was a really interesting experience, mainly due to the relationship between Kyros and Rebecca and Luffy's very strong feelings about those two in particular

Starting with the latter point; watching Luffy get really passionate about making sure Rebecca reunited with her father, instead of the two never seeing each other again as Kyros had planned, was just really facinating to me.

Now there ARE layers to this; Luffy saw first hand how much Rebecca and Kyros love each. Even if he didn't know or understand all the details, he knew these two were family forced to live apart due to Doflamingo's rule and that, even though Rebecca didn't know Mr Soldier was her father all those years, he still looked after her and did all he could to protect her. Luffy understands how much they matter to each other. Luffy also gets that Kyros was trying to make a sacrifice out of self-loathing; Kyros saw himself as a bloodstained monster who did not deserve to be by his daughter's side, thus his insistence on them going their separate ways. But not only is that "sacrifice out of loathing" not a thing One Piece rewards within the narrative*, but Luffy emotionally understands what Kyros was trying to do was stupid as hell. *(See; Robin trying to save the crew in the CP9 Saga, Sanji trying to offer his head to Kuma to spare everyone else (because he saw himself as the "least worthy", compared to Zoro who believed he was the only one who could actually tank Kuma and survive), Sanji again during Whole Cake Island, etc)

Adding to that, in what I feel also harkens back to Alabasta (vaguely important since Dressrosa in many ways is a reflection of Alabasta); Vivi made her decision to stay in her home because that's what she wanted deep in her heart, because she loved her country. Just the same way, dethroning Doflamingo, getting revenge for her mother and reuniting with her extended family were all fine achievements. But all Rebecca wanted deep in her heart was to stay with Mr Soldier (regardless if he was her father or not). That's what mattered the most to her.

How could Luffy even think about leaving without making sure Rebecca was able decide on her own if she wanted to stay with her father, instead of him making that decision for her, not because it was truly "for the best", but out of Kyros' own guilt and self-loathing.

All of that to say; Luffy becoming so emotionally involved in Rebecca and Kyros' father-daughter relationship is perfectly normal and on-brand for him, it's not strange at all.

...At the same time. I could not help but to wonder if those two's relationship could somehow reflect Luffy's relationship with his estranged parent(s), and more importantly, kind of debunk the fandom idea of Luffy as someone who 100% does not care if people are related or not and has ZERO interest in Dragon etc

Like I have discussed this before but I've been meta posting for so long on here I'll repeat myself just a lil; I feel like it's less "Luffy doesn't care Dragon is his father" and more "Luffy doesn't know HOW to feel about Dragon". We don't know what Garp told Luffy about his parent(s), presumably and based on the conversation post-Enies Lobby it just seems like Garp never mentioned ANYTHING to Luffy? Like he didn't even tell Luffy a white lie about why his parents weren't there for him? We simply do not know. But what we do know is these three things: 1. Luffy hates being alone, even more than "being hurt". Being alone is his worst fear 2. Although Garp was responsible for raising Luffy, he wasn't always there, meaning other townspeople and Shanks' crew alike were equally "responsible" for looking after Luffy. 3. Meaning Luffy was essentially an orphan. Fans will joke about Luffy's surprise at him having a father being because he's stupid, an asexy and doesn't know where babies come from, and while I may not be fully able to debunk that conceptually. Like. It's just as possible that because Luffy was raised like an orphan, he might have assumed that either his parents were dead or had abandoned him because they didn't want him. And I'm going to argue that if that's what Luffy always assumed was what happened, yeah, it'd contribute to his fear of being alone. It'd explain why he'd be surprised to find out he actually does have a father out there somewhere. And yeah, Luffy might not know how to feel about Dragon if that's the case. Should he hate Dragon because he wasn't ever there for him (from Luffy's POV)? Why wasn't Dragon there for him? Did he really not want Luffy, or did he have some reason for leaving Luffy? What is he like anyways, is he nice or cool or a dickbag?? Should Luffy even care about any of that stuff??? All of that to say; I don't think Luffy is completely disinterested in Dragon, I think he doesn't know how to feel or think about Dragon, and it's not relevant to Luffy right now anyways because Dragon's like, out there somewhere while Luffy is on his journey. Where as, if Luffy were to meet Dragon, get to know what he's like, why he wasn't there for Luffy and most importantly, how he feels about his only son (does he care about Luffy and his wellbeing? Is he a Kyros or a Kaidou?)- yeah, I think then Luffy COULD learn to be interested in Dragon and care about him Not out of obligation (because of their blood) but out of Luffy's own will, out of Luffy's acknowledgement of Dragon's love for him

And yeah, then we get to add the ever-delightful layer of Crocodad Trutherism to this mess.

You know how my personal theory goes; that Crocodile's been trying to find a way to overthrow and nuke the WG (potentially with an Ancient Weapon) to make sure his long lost child would be able to live freely and do whatever the hell he wanted without having to fear the WG would ever target him because he has Evil Revolutionary Leader Blood coursing through his veins. That's what makes the most sense to me as Crocodile's ultimate motivation. To protect his child, no matter the cost, even if he had to become the devil himself.

And hey, what was the story between Kyros and Rebecca again? Kyros trying to overthrow a corrupt government (a fallen Tenryuubito to boot) to protect his child so she could live freely without having a target on her back?

I don't need to explain how One Piece does have repeating themes and motifs, surely. (Also there's something to be said about fathers in One Piece who would go to hell and back for their daughters, Kuma being another example, but that's a whole different essay. But Oda's Girl-Dad Agenda is showing)

But yeah, what's even more interesting here is how Kyros believed he didn't deserve to have a reunion with Rebecca. He commited a murder decades ago, and although everyone else seems to have forgiven him for that crime, Kyros himself still thinks of himself as a horrible murderer with bloodstained hands. Not helped by how Kyros thought him teaching Rebecca self-defence skills was a failure on his part as a father (instead of him doing all he could in the horrible situation they were stuck in; teaching Rebecca how to defend herself was absolutely justified, and Kyros shouldn't have blamed himself for anything there).

Kyros didn't think he deserved to be with his daughter because he wasn't a good father, because was a monster. And Kyros could not believe anything other than that until Rebecca essentially forgave him, by explicitly telling him she wanted them to stay side-by-side. That she wanted him, and no one fucking else, as her father.

And I once again repeat myself just a little as I ask; how would Luffy feel if he found out Crocodile was his father? How would Luffy feel if he found out the reason Crocodile was going to destroy Vivi's country was because he was trying to protect his son from the WG? And that son was Luffy himself? How would Luffy feel that the asshole who stabbed him through the gut, mummified him and poisoned him was his very own family? Who also saved Luffy's life the second he learned of their blood connection? How would Luffy feel in that situation, if he found out Crocodile cares about Luffy, and wants him to be okay? And how does Crocodile feel? After stabbing Luffy through the gut, mummifying him and poisoning the brat, does Crocodile feel like he has any right to call himself Luffy's parent, let alone father? He knows Luffy rightfully hates him for all the horrible things he has done, how could Luffy ever accept him?

The past is in the past and it can't be changed. But you always have the choise, the free will, to change yourself and become a better person. You can choose to do better things, to help others and be kinder. You can have a second chance.

Robin was given a second chance. Hacchi was given one too. Kyros was given that chance to become better. So why not Crocodile?

[goodsniff]

They're So Back ⚔️☠️🌷

Michael Cusack's YOLO is BACK. S3 is called YOLO Rainbow Trinity and it will be coming….at some point. idk! We're just all really excited to be making it!!!!

I'm art directing again B^) Can't wait to show you all it's going bonkers so far.

[goodsniff-m8]

[valleyofgolg]

"Horrifically cute little creatures. I adopted a pack of them on Ossus when I was a child. Well, I tried to."

Omitting the traumatizing parts had been a difficult habit to learn, though it seemed to keep her friends around longer than they would have been otherwise. Besides, the notion of having one as a pet again floated around in her skull, proving to be a distraction when she nearly stepped on one of the sad frogs currently stalking them. The action was awarded with a very, very indignant croak and a splash of muck to speckle across the armor over her thigh.

Lovely.

Agonia continued with her slower pace, though she raised her voice to be heard through both the heavy air and her jaw casing. "I had thought it crashed, though now that I see it, I am... uncertain."

Hand lingered still near her weapon, exercising an aura of caution quite unbefitting of a Sith lord. "Watch yourself, Fox. Ancient technology has a habit of ruining one's day."

"I've never seen a Sorgan frog," Fox muttered as she sidestepped another treacherously large puddle. "At least, I don't believe that I have." She watched these ones warily, hoping that their bite was nowhere near as startling as their croak. It was unnerving, being watched by all those tiny, beady eyes. Her skin crawled.

"You can?" Fox took a few clumsily bounding steps closer to find a spot nearer to Agonia's side. "How do you suppose it got there of all places? Its nowhere near as destroyed as I was imagining it'd be." Taking a few more large steps, she left her companion behind, too excited to see what was left of the wreckage to worry about the frogs or the slime sticking to her boots.

[legacyofthedamneddsaf]

can u be freaking nice 💔 (@ legacy)

[lilirot]

I should redo these solely because there are some areas on them that are just real bad

[tontos-kratt]

wuuuuu headcanons

disculpen la simplicidad pero necesitaba sacarme esto antes de domir

son aromanticos porque yo lo digo 💃

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ooh big hug

[eryanlainfa]

Just had stupid valentine day card ideas for Vat7k- how much can I speedrun this to post anything before the day end-?

[superdupersketcher-booper]

Lmao, I’m just gonna leave this here

*Jumping and down, giggling rn*

(happily gives you some of my collection of Poppy screenshots-) ^u^

oh yeah, Branch is there too~

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

I just showed this to my good friend Rae they hated everything about it LMAOOOO How many of you guys are this old? *wheeeeze*