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wily-bones · 4 months
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I know this has probably been done already and if I wanna work on something I should be working on my mob au but…. Soo la voo
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callilemon · 4 months
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Silly comic based off a Tiktok I saw 🤣🥰💋
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Conversation
Elaine: If you got kidnapped and your kidnapper had you write a letter to your family letting them know your fine, how would you phrase it to say that you need help?
Ban: "Tell King I miss him."
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pavo-et-noctua · 1 year
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One evening, at the Angel's Share diluc: I swear to the archons if Kaeya shows up tonight wearing those fucking pants, I'm getting on his ass. venti: ...Are you saying you're going to beat him up, or get with him? diluc: If Kaeya shows up! Wearing those stupid pants! I'm going to rip them off his slender little body! venti: I don't...I'm struggling- diluc: I'm just going to give it to him. venti: Give him what? diluc: A one way trip to poundtown! venti: This feels intentionally misleading. diluc: Let me make this crystal clear for you: if he comes in wearing those pants, he and I are going to be the only two residents of poundtown and he's elected mayor. unanimously. venti: Listen- love is love, I just want to understand- diluc: What don't you get? We'll just be rolling around the ground, with me just giving it to him! venti: This is like uncomfortable charades. 2 syllables- what's happening? diluc: What I'm saying is that he'll be receiving my fist! Expeditiously! venti: I support you, Kaeya is a very handsome man- diluc: Not after I'm done with him! I'm gonna get real nasty! All up in his face, all up on his face- venti: Well, as long as it's consensual- diluc: Let me paint you a picture! Kaeya and I, alone in a room- and he's going to be screaming, "Oh, Diluc's giving it to me! So hard and rough- but also passionately" just giving it to him- venti: It's so unclear- diluc: Just giving it to him- venti: Okay... diluc: Just sucking him clean- venti: Okay. diluc: Just draining him- venti: Gotcha. [pause] diluc: I'm attracted to kaeya. sexually. venti: I think you're gay. diluc: Oh, did you think I meant- kaeya, in those fucking pants: Good evening- [diluc jumps over the counter] venti: Down boy!
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laotwormz · 2 years
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hey remember when aero said she could sense heartbeats
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the-feral-gremlin · 1 year
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One of the todoroki’s: 🎵turn around🎵
Touya/Dabi, “burnt to a mf crisp” todoroki: *turns around*
Them: 🎵turn your ass back around🎵
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xxxonetuffpuffxxx · 2 years
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unhonest-iago · 1 year
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High School
Inspired by this TikTok
‘Hey babe?’ Fundy looked up from his phone, trying to find 5up’s eyes under the scarf and his leaf of a fringe. ‘Do you remember when we fake dated in high school?’ Back when they were both in the closet and 5up decided it was a semi-‘good’ idea for Fundy to be his beard. Despite the sore thumb that was Fundy-Flora at the time’s tomboyishness. His signature look consisting of clothes way too big for him. 5up in the present wanted to laugh at the way Fundy’s nose scrunched up in confusion. ‘When we did what in high school?’ Of course he would be oblivious but how the fuck did he miss it? Everyone around them thought they were an odd coupling.
‘You were my beard.’ 5up cut to the chase, deciding to spell it out for his dear lover. 5up did truly love him even then, fox-salmon genes and all. ‘N-no?!’ 5up finally let out a small laugh as Fundy fell out of his seat, tail doing windmills as if that’d help stabilize him. ‘Yea, I think your dad knew. But we did very specifically go out on public “dates”’ Remembering how Wilbur would smirk every time he saw them, one that you would give someone when catching them in a lie. Wilbur thought it was cute how clueless his son was. But they did in-fact play the part.
Still sputtering out defenses, ‘I tho-ught that we were just hanging out?!’ Shocked by how his brain was slowly piecing it all together now. ‘You bought me dinner at the diner your dad took your mom to all the time. Said it had the best milkshakes and hamburgers in town. Hun, it’s not a place you take just a homie to.’ Not only that but Fundy had a habit of slipping his hand into 5up’s gloved ones whenever he wanted affection. PDA always intimidated him, not that the touch starved fox recognized it as such. ‘I thought that was just something real friends did.’ Like how you pay a friend back when they loan you money.
‘You thought that real friends kiss each other on the lips?’ 5up getting up, giving Fundy a smooch to prove his point. ‘Uhhh yea.’
‘You’re such an idiot.’ Fundy pulled 5up closer, burrowing his head into 5up’s shoulder in embarrassment. ‘I thought I was one of the boys, thought that was just what boys did.’ Mumbling it, 5up almost having to pull away as Fundy’s twitching ears tickled him. ‘I know hun. We were such weirdos. Still are.’ Taking the time to scratch his boys’ ears so he’d un-burrow himself. ‘Oh god that means—‘
‘Yea’
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trashland-llamas · 2 years
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Nobody’s Fault but my Own
‘Percival, what is this?’ Percy’s face blanches. Not from his mother using his full first name. Rather from the letter Molly held in her hand. ‘And why is it addressed to Fred?’ That sentence catching George’s attention. George of all people knowing that if there was anyone in the family affected by Fred’s death as much as him, it was Percy.
‘I just-I just wanted to talk to him. At least say I’m sorry.’ He didn’t mean to abandon his family, not that you could even call it that. Percy never had anything to feel prideful about until that ministry job; Bill being a curse breaker, Charlie with his love of dragons. Hell even Ginny had more to her name than him. He thought he was doing the right thing.
‘Sorry for what?’ Percy, after the war ended, tried to become closer with his surviving family. Yet he still sometimes couldn’t look at George. Couldn’t handle any of his siblings’ physical affection due to the guilt clawing its way through his throat, only allowing tears to flow when he was alone. Alone with his own thoughts. How it was his fault that Fred died.
‘That I let my guard down, that I couldn’t save him.’ Not mattering how many sleepless droughts he took. Or the many times he’d try to remove the memories.
‘It’s not your fault, Percy. Blame it on Voldemort, so many lives taken. All for his stupid hatred of muggles.’ George having placed his hands on Percy’s shoulders, making him look at him. So he’d see in his eyes, that he was forgiven. If anything, George was glad none of his other siblings were killed.
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verawhisk · 4 months
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pet me, damn it!
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portaldraws · 6 months
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Kinger
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 30 days
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pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3
a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾
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katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.
for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.
imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.
he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.
“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.
“quit squirmin’. ”
“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.
“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.
“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.
“like what ?”
“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.
you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.
“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.
“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.
“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.
“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.
“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”
you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”
“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.
“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”
“yet.”
your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.
“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”
“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.
you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.
“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.
“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.
“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”
“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.
“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.
“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.
“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.
“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.
“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”
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a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓
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flowerquib · 16 days
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Princess Sunny and her Knight Pomme
"I had a sister."
"Her name was Pomme."
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No font and close ups
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tiffycat · 1 year
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This is their definition of 'brotherly bonding'
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waatermelon-sugaar · 1 year
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Hopelessly Devoted To You 
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Summary: Just a little exercise to get back into story writing. Sirius and James entertain Remus and Peter with a song. Inspired by a tiktok that I can't find, if anyone can, please link it below! This is the sound.
Word count = 461 words, wrote this in about 10 mins, no proofreading we post the first draft or we don't post at all
Hopelessly Devoted To You 
At the familiar opening notes, Remus’ only reaction was to roll over and bury his head under his pillow, knowing what would happen next. 
Guess mine is not the first heart broken…
The familiar opening line is one that Remus knows unwillingly by heart, and if he could play the piano (which he can’t, more’s the pity) then he has no doubt that this is one song he could play perfectly without ever needing the sheet music. He lies, face down on his bed, pillow over his ears, and can see with perfect clarity the way the scene in the dormitory is unfolding. 
Peter (Wormtail, Remus sternly reminds himself, the nickname still odd to get used to, even after a year, the implication of the nickname harder still), is sat on his own bed, no doubt tinkering with his camera after it got wet last week.But at the sound of the music leaking out of their shared bathroom, Remus knows that he’s already put the camera down, and is paying rapt attention to when the other two will reveal themselves. 
Remus can hear James (Prongs) and Sirius (Padfoot) singing along, Prongs ever-so-slightly out of tune, while Padfoot sings in perfect harmony with Olivia Newton-John (posh bastard). Despite himself, Remus grins, especially as he hears the floorboards creak in an unfamiliar manner due to their overdramatic prancing. 
And then- something Remus doesn’t recognise. 
It’s Sirius’ voice, distorted. Sinking low on the but, and rising higher on the now, it sounds, almost … like there’s bubbles? Remus gives in easily to the temptation, shifting so he’s leaning up against his pillow, gangly legs spreading out along his narrow four-poster. And watches in amazement as Prongs and Padfoot sing. Remus doesn’t pay attention to the earring that Padfoot convinced one of the older students to put in his left ear three months, recently swapped out the stud for a small silver hoop, nor does Remus pay any attention to the kohl that Padfoot has put around his eyes, giving him a smoky, almost dangerous look. Instead, Remus watches in amusement as Padfoot kneels on the floor with the stupidest looking pipe hanging out of his mouth, presumably the instrument that is distorting his voice. 
… there’s nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love asiiiidde…
Prongs is acting the opposite part perfectly, the only giveaway a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 
And all four boys remained oblivious to their audience listening in rapture in the common room, James’ and Sirius’ performance interrupting the small speech McGonagall had begun to give the 2nd years on their subject options for next year. They also remained oblivious to the tales McGonagall would tell in the staff room to the next day to uproarious laughter.
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stephreynaart · 1 year
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He’s not happy rn
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