#your fav character

[nothers]

oooo, imagine being smothered by your lover and them not caring about your pudgy stomach..!

➨ imagine feeling down in the slums about your belly and how it “ruins” your outfits, but your lover simply cannot have that ! your lover must ensure that their beautiful/handsome doll feels loved and comfortable in their own body.

➨ imagine your lover walking in on you staring into the mirror in your bedroom with a far away look. wishing, longing, hoping one day you’ll wake up and be in a brand new body.

“maybe i should cut ba-!”

➨ imagine your lover grabbing your waist from behind with the softest touch, as if - if they touched you with too much force you’d break.

when did they even enter the room?

maybe you were too spaced out..

➨imagine your lover telling you in the softest voice they can muster “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.. you are perfect.” with a kiss to your forehead, down to the arch in your eyebrow, to the apples of your cheeks, and finally to your lips.

➨imagine your lover giving you the most tenderest hug after. one that makes you feel so comforted you never wanna pull away.

now, imagine your lover picking you up/gently leading you towards the bed..

for what though?

you tell me..

i never said how they smothered you; but you can decide for me,, can’t you?

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

a.n; i haven’t been feeling too confident lately so i wrote this. i miss my man 😖 (delusional)

[found-wings]

Phil absolutely plummeting into a panic attack when he sees Cucurucho next after being found.

Wings flaring (perhaps damaged), trying to make himself look bigger even as he crouches, lowers himself (submits, surrenders, anything to seem smaller smaller, even if the rest of him screams to stand up)-

And Etoiles stands between him and the bear, spitting vitriol and brandishing his sword. Being that physical shield that Phil needs between himself and Cucurucho, this unrepentant scourge of Phil’s mind; keeping Cucurucho back while Phil’s friends- family, his Fit, his Tubbo- get him to safety.

Oh my god

The way Phils instincts start to contradict each other has me so RAAAH

Being met with Cucuruchos sight, standing up ahead, sends Phil instantly back into his instincts - his usually calm, logic demeanour is thrown into the depth.

His wings flaring and puffing out in an attempt at making himself look bigger, more like a danger and yet his other instincts force him down to the ground, to submit and seem small, less like a danger. All Phil can hear is his own racing heartbeat, the trembling feeling rushing through his entire body as he attempts at keeping himself as small and quiet as possible.

The only noises that come from Phil are almost silent, painful whimpers as his chest aches from his struggle to breathe and all he can think about is that this is it, he‘ll be taken back and he‘ll never see the others again, he‘ll never be free again -

Meanwhile Etoiles stands tall between his friend and that damn bear, grasp on his sword tightening as Cucurucho takes a step closer, laughing.

He covers and disrupts Cucuruchos attempts at looking down at or getting closer to Phil by blocking his view with his own body. He acts as the shield he‘s promised himself he would be.

Spitting out harsh criticism that is well deserved in Cucuruchos direction, asking direct questions to keep him distracted and making quick comments on his actions, past and recent.

Fit and Tubbo are the ones to act rather quickly when realising what‘s going on, with Fit being the one to guide Phil up to stand and stabilise him. He exchanges a few words with Etoiles as Tubbo attempts to ground Phil enough to use any method of warping so they can get away rather quickly - and without Cucurucho knowing to where they go.

ALSO ALSO

”His Fit” & ”His Tubbo” I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THAT, RAAAH

They are his!! His little family, his little flock!!!

[zippidi-dooda]

To be held and kissed by the one you love

For them to run up to you excitedly, calling your name. To hug you tightly when they're near, not so tight as to squeeze the breath out of you, but enough to have all of your bodies pressed against each other. To tuck their head against your shoulder, kissing your neck eagerly, repeatedly. Telling you over and over just how much they love you.

They never fail to make that giddy smile spread across your face

Enjoy these moments while they last

[juaxii]

" SO YOU'RE REALLY JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE ? " Their eyes were piercing yours, angry tears dripping down their face. There was no dramatic rain or thunders to make the atmosphere melancholic. The silence of the night was enough to drive both of you to the verge of madness. "After all we did... all the secrets we told to each other, the memories, you're just gonna leave like that? Like nothing mattered!?" Their voice was shaky, silked with venom and hatred. "I shouldn't have done this in the first place.. getting attached. It was wrong of me..."

It was wrong of you to think their reaction would've been anything else. Since the day you shifted, they were attracted to you. It wasn't even in the plan, your script was written in another way, and yet they broke out of the 'code', one could say. The walls that they built around themself to protect them from the cruelty of the world was broken, all because you decided to pay attention to them, spend time with them. And their mind, now clouded with you and thoughts of you, tickly covered by ignorance, could not stand the mere thought of you being gone. Why? Because you had a family waiting for you? Friends?

WELL WHAT ABOUT THEM?!

Did you not care about them? Was it all an act to gain a sick pleasure of experiencing something new?! Was that all this was to you? A MERE GAME?

And now you had the audacity to stay silent despite their screaming, their voice of fear. Fear of losing yet another person they loved, another person they could rely on and trust. It all sounded cliché and daft, and yet true in their head.

"It was all a game to you, wasn't it?"

But it wasn't. You were merely scared of getting too attached.

[lucdoodle]

thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this

[shellshooked]

to bury a goddess

[elesketchii]

that one steven universe meme

[bubblingsteam]

Oh my god... they were gamers

First post wooo

[ast4tarion]

todays unhinged thought: dry humping. making a boy cum his pants from your grinding alone. Maybe he’s inexperienced or just very sensitive, maybe it’s his first time, but you’ve got that pretty bulge in his pants trapped right up against your hips when you sit in his lap facing him. Maybe it started off as just innocent kissing, but you brushed up against his bulge trying to readjust your position and suddenly he’s grabbing you and pulling you close enough to grind on it. You’re humping messy, no coordination as the two of you desperately stroke and grind and bump against each other. You feel his cock twitching from inside his pants, begging to be jacked off and get some proper release. You’re just teasing him, figuring rubbing fabric will just get him riled up, that’s it. His grasp on your hips gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster into your mouth when you kiss and suddenly he very abruptly stops. He lets out a low whine and his entire face is flushed bright red and it takes you a couple seconds to put together what happened until you see the dark patch forming on the front of his pants. He came a fat sticky load in his boxers from just you grinding on him alone. You coo at him, teasing him as he hides his face in embarrassment. The best part is when you unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers he’s still rock hard and covered in his own sticky seed, even more sensitive to each and every one of your touches.

[your-fav-had-a-divorce]

you and @your-fav-is-divorced if not already done

@your-fav-had-a-divorce and @your-fav-is-divorced had a DIVORCE!

OH IM DYING

I WAS NOT AWARE OF @your-fav-is-divorced

HAHAHAHHAHA

[lotus-pear]

god i love skk sm i wish gay ppl were real :(

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

[nokkiart]

"I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless, and they don't want anyone else to feel like that."

This quote from Robin Williams has always stuck with me.

There's a reason I mostly make cute, wholesome art, even when things are dark and I'm crumbling inside. Its because I love making you all smile. And I hope you never have to feel as sad as I do.

[damianbugs]

comics are in and of itself, an unreliable narrator.

i say this because i started my comic journey with jason todd. i read all his robin appearances, pre and post crisis, then read hush and under the red hood, and all i could think about was what the fuck. what the fuck batman. how did you become this. what happened between 1988 and 2006. how did the the man who's life revolved around caring for this child, teaching this child, learning from this child, protecting this child, losing this child — become hurting him.

it was so baffling to me i found myself slipping into the batman shaped void that many never return from (lol). and so now, i have read over 1500 batman comics, over 300 different writers, spanning over 80 years of publication. i finally get to what happened between 1988 and 2006, and how batman as a character has become as unrecognisable as he has remained familiar. i see the events of alpod, knightfall, cataclysm, no man's land, the 200 individual batman issues and 200 individual detective comics issues alone that had passed, not taking into account the the other long runs, mini runs, short stories or collaborative comics that were released in those 18 years. the people he had met, lost, been betrayed by, abandoned in those stories.

it has only been about 5 years since jason todd died for bruce wayne. 5 years that have felt like two decades.

it has only been around 4 years for jason since he climbed his way out of his grave. 4 years that felt like less than three.

so when reading as jason, i felt betrayed. how could batman do this? how can't he see? he knows how i would have mourned him, he knows how fiercely i love him, how all i want is for him to prove he ever loved me the same way. how can he not change after all these years? how is he not aware that he is not the change gotham needs? (how does he not see that he is what i need — needed.) how will he save gotham? he can't. he can't save gotham. he can't save me. but i can. i can fix it.

then i read as bruce and i am betrayed. who is this? why does he doubt how much i loved him? what changed? why did he change? (am i the one who changed? no, surely not.) after everything, the people i have hurt, the people i have lost, the people i have sacrificed for gotham, how can he doubt? he would have never asked me to do this before, he understood, i'm sure he did, before. i won't choose. i can't choose. where is my son. where am i. i can't save gotham. i can't save you. but i can fix it. i can fix you.

they're both wrong.

[fem-dom-roze]

The librarian tells everyone to be quiet but I wanna fuck a librarian while he's on the job. Wanna make him sit on my lap and jerk him off under the table or maybe I could sit on his lap instead and cockwarm him while he tries to stay quiet only to beg for me to get up. He's on the job after all! He needs to be a good example for others! He can't just let out these whines and sobs!

Oh and I wanna make him read a book while I tease him, hear him break his words or try to keep his vision from blurring.

[10keyes]

"The commander never talked about what she saw out there."