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bones-of-a-rabbit · 4 months
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Surprise!!! *throws a pathetic handful of confetti* Merry crinmas!!!!!!
I joined a little secret Santa thing this year (DCASS2023, in case anyone was curious!), and I was picked to be the gift-giver for @paradoxgavel ! I am very sorry for that lmaooosodhdhdhghsvshdhdjs but I hope you like this small piece!! Merry Christmas!!
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aroaceleovaldez · 3 months
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my personal favorite interpretation of Nico's confession to Percy in BoO and Percy's reaction is that. Nico was one foot in the grave at the time - heavily injured, exhausted, probably suffering from blood loss, actively turning into shadows, etc etc. And he mentions himself several times that he's not acting quite like himself, such as smiling a lot and his mind wandering and his vision being unsure. Dude is OUT OF IT. He is one strong breeze away from crumpling on the floor and falling unconscious for multiple days (again).
a.) no wonder Will was like "three days in the infirmary now. you will melt into a puddle if you try and summon a wishbone." cause Nico was probably standing there with a glassy look in his eyes waving like a leaf in the wind on the verge of collapsing.
b.) just imagine Percy's pov: The guy you've known for three years stumbles up to you on the verge of death, clearly still bleeding and half-fading into nothingness. Obviously a little delirious at best. Normally he's extremely awkward talking to people and hates physical interaction and every time he talks to you he looks like he wants to run away as fast as possible. You are 80% sure he wants you dead but is trying to be polite about it. He walks up to you with the confidence only someone suffering from extreme dehydration/major blood loss on the verge of passing out can have, tells you that you're not his type, high-fives your girlfriend (who you thought he had a crush on?) (you weren't even sure he knew what high-fives were. you're still not sure he does) and stumbles off without finishing the conversation. You ask your girlfriend if she understands what the hell just happened. She has no idea either. You decide to chalk it up to him having no idea what was going on either.
Three days later Nico wakes up in the infirmary in a cold sweat, having remembered that interaction and goes "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
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chandlelures · 1 year
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Posting this now before i lose the guts to absksjlsns
Congrats, the kiss was successful...sort of
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jadegr8 · 3 months
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They don't even know how special they are to me
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sourlemonjuice · 5 months
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I gave into my urges.
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forsty · 2 months
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phoenix always smiles in her sleep when rooster plays the piano
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pedrorascal · 2 years
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romiyaro · 2 years
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Fuck This
You were fuming.
And Wakatoshi knew it.
He knew not to ignore you when you were horny. But he ignored you anyway. You had pled so damn much, even getting on your knees before him.
But the bozo had just waved you away, picking up the laptop and locking himself up in his study. He needed to focus on the matches of his next opponents. And that would be difficult if you kept bugging him about it.
He definitely didn't realize the gravity of the situation. Or the depth of the grave he dug for himself.
And now, after eight hours of being flat-out ignored, Wakatoshi admits he was wrong. And as you pull the sheets over your head he sits in the living room on the couch occasionally tapping on his phone; probably googling 'how to calm an angry s/o' if you had to take a guess.
You feel the other side of the bed dip as he slips under the sheets. There's shuffling noises coming from his side and before you know he slides his dick between your thighs.
You scoff at his audacity and move to turn around but his words stop you. "I offer you a sausage to quell your anger. I'm sorry that I made you mad. It will happen again." The solemnity in his voice as if he's a priest preaching the bible and the way his dick is roc hard between your thighs makes you blink your eyes for a second and then wince.
"Toshi... You should stop taking suggestions from Tendo."
"Is it not working? Are you still mad at me?"
You sit up, shortly followed by him and your eyes immediately drop to his schlong almost kissing his belly button.
"Yes, I am!" You exclaim. No, you're not. Your cringing with the second-hand embarrassment you know your husband never felt. The embarrassment is so much you almost forgot you were angry at him.
And his erection is not helping either. Your eyes steal glances of his pretty cock and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.
Ushijima hums, "You don't seem angry though. And you are not ignoring me either. I think it worked." There's that sly smile creeping up his face and you want to scratch at it; hopefully, peel a layer of that tough skin off and make him feel what embarrassment is.
"well, I am. And I'm still ignoring you!" You slip under the sheets again, turning away and huffing to yourself.
"Then I can do nothing but offer you the sausage again. It works."
You laugh this time. And as you feel him sliding his dick back between your warm thighs you bury your face into the pillows and mumble "Why are you like this, Toshi."
"Hmm?"
"You said this will happen again." You recall. Ushijima admits, "Tendo told me to be honest."
Aaaand Ushijima landed back at square one, oblivious as to what made you so angry again and pushing his dick deeper between your thighs hoping it will work this time.
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evillillad · 7 months
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got this done in time for the spookiest day of the year!! :o)
big shout out to @ok-i-draw and @freakmexdraw for helpin me come up with the idea during stream!! <333 big wuv!!
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kitteecafe · 2 months
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pokemon za got me feeling wiggly
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months
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Me, rifling thru folders of art I never actually finished: hmmm. I remember i made a few tries at drawing this one scene where Eclipse has Reader trapped against the wall but gave up bc I couldn’t get the POV right and it was making me nuts. Maybe I should retry that
The retry:
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Me, wheezing, on the brink of tears: okay nvm
My brain: DRAW HIM IN THE POSE THAT MAKES IT LOOK LIKE HE’S GOT BIG TIDDY LOL
Me: oh no
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anyway this is a certified Cursed Sketch and I’m plaguing u all with it. Enjoy
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see-arcane · 5 months
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Just tripped and fell into a what-if scenario:
"What if Jonathan really had caught up to Dracula in Piccadilly and killed him in the street?"
Head lopped off. Kukri through the chest. The 'murder victim' turns to dust in full view of the gawking crowd. Then what? Then what??
Piccadilly Police: "So this man beheaded and impaled an aristocrat in the middle of the street."
Witnesses: "He did."
Piccadilly Police: "And the body..?"
Witnesses: "Crumbled into that pile of dust."
Piccadilly Police: "..."
Witnesses: "..."
Piccadilly Police: "...So has he named which magician he's working for or--?"
Witnesses: "No, he's just been busy kicking the dust into the horse dung piles in the gutter."
Of course, this is the best case scenario sillytimes version. Serious version? Jonathan only manages half of the process before some Good Samaritans tackle him; and likely get cut in the process. I bet he could chop Dracula's head off, but not manage the heart-piercing in time. He gets dragged off to jail. The Count's two pieces get taken to the morgue. And now Van Helsing, the Suitors, and Mina are all on a ticking deadline to stake Dracula's heart before sundown with Important Witnesses present to prove Jonathan's innocence and sanity in the slaying...
And if and when that happens?
That means the Drac Attack Pack are responsible for bringing the reality of vampires into the public awareness.
So.
Surprise, everyone!
Imagine the can of worms that would open around them, around the whole concept. Their original plan to head to Castle Dracula to end the Brides gets a LOT of extra tagalong company. Photographers are there. Ditto shady government sorts who, of course, are eager to investigate a way to turn vampirism into a benefit to the Crown. The Drac Attack Pack would be swamped with sensationalism. It'd be a circus.
Which all adds up to a belated understanding for me about just why Dracula had to get away from them in Piccadilly. If he had been caught and killed? God. What a mess it'd be.
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driftingmoonmenace · 25 days
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I wish I could stop feeling so shy when it comes to sharing my stuff.
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finzphoenix · 1 year
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The memories that I and many others associate with your wonderful performances will forever be cherished, letting you live on in our hearts and memories - thank you for being the Batman of a whole generation, without you... nothing will ever be the same again.
Rest in peace, Kevin Conroy 🖤🤍
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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year
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“Have you ever wished you were dead?”
Legend abruptly stopped in mid motion as he was getting ready to sip some of his cider. He glanced at Warriors worriedly, a million thoughts blazing through his mind and choking in his throat before they could be spoken.
What ended up coming out was, "You've had way too much alcohol."
Warriors barked out a tired laugh and downed another sip just to seemingly spite his friend. He glanced at him from the side. "You didn't answer the question."
Slowly, Legend glanced away, getting his bearings. “…Yeah. Once or twice.”
Warriors hummed, his eyes unfocused again, staring off somewhere Legend couldn't reach. The travel nurse felt his stomach knot at the sight of it, and he put his drink down, growing nauseous.
"Hey," Legend piped up awkwardly and worriedly. "I... you... have you thought that?"
Warriors didn't speak. Legend waited. His friend stayed mute.
Growing more agitated, Legend pivoted so that he was facing his friend fully, one leg tucked under him while the other hung off the sofa where they were sitting.
"Look," Legend started, unable to keep the sharp edge out of his tone, unable to keep his own emotions under control at the turn this conversation was taking. "We've seen some shit, both of us. I'm not about to tell you how you should feel. I don't know what you've been through. But you'd better be damn sure I'll get on your sorry ass if you start thinking of different ways to die.
"I've had days where I wish I could just stop breathing. But you know what kept me going? Every damn shift in that blasted emergency department. Because as much shit as we see, we see why we do it, we see so many people dying but we see how precious their lives are too. Remember the fifteen family members for that one lady who died? Remember how many lives she touched? You... you remember that one guy, the one we all fought so damn hard to save and died anyway? You remember how he had no one, how we'd known him for all of a couple hours and it still hit us like he was our own? Don't you fucking dare for one one second think your life isn't important. I don't give a fuck if you think it doesn't matter, or you think you're worthless because you're fucking not."
Rising up from the couch, face flushed, he continued, "I don't care if your brain doesn't accept what I'm saying. I don't fucking care. Your perception of reality isn't mine, you got that? If you think you're worthless that doesn't mean the whole world does. It just means you need help. Because nobody should be thinking like that about themselves, okay? Like we all have dips and that's just life, but you should never want to die, you got that? If you're feeling that way you'd better fucking listen, because I'm going to--"
"Legend," Warriors interrupted quietly with a soft smile. "I'm not feeling that way right now."
Legend froze in mid tirade, mouth agape as he was about to continue ranting, and then he let out a shaky breath with a defeated, embarrassed, "Oh."
There was a long pause, and then Legend said, "Well, good. Thanks for scaring me, idiot."
Warriors laughed, reaching forward and grabbing Legend by the shirt and dragging him into a hug. Legend yelped and spluttered, but sighed in defeat and hugged his friend in return, melting into the embrace.
"You're right," Warriors said as he squeezed Legend even tighter. "No matter what our minds whisper in the dark, we shouldn't listen to it. There's too much at stake. Every one of us matters, and if our heads are ever in a space where we can't accept that, I also know there are others who care about me. I can live for them, if nothing else... until I can make myself a little better."
Easing up, he pushed Legend away just a hair so he could look him in the eye. "You know that you have so many who care about you too, right? It's not just everyone's life is precious except mine."
Legend rolled his eyes dramatically. "For the love of--I'm the one who just told you--"
"I'm not talking about what you said to me, Ledge. I'm talking about how you feel about yourself."
The travel nurse sobered and then sighed. "I know. I know others care about me. And I've seen what happens when people don't think that way, what happens to their loved ones who are left behind to pick up the pieces that you can never pick up. I never want to go through that."
His voice cracked and he snapped his mouth shut. Damn alcohol. He shouldn't have had so much. Pushing away, he rose and took a step from his friend to get some composure back. Then he let out a sad laugh. "Aren't we just a fucked up pair?"
Warriors chuckled at that, rising and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, but that doesn't change how amazing we are. Naturally, I'm a little more amazing than you--"
"Like hell you are."
"I'm clearly the better nurse."
"The only thing you have in spades beyond me is your fat ego."
"Nonsense, your head's pretty inflated, too."
"Maybe so," Legend relented, the fight draining out of him. He glanced at Warriors, suddenly open and vulnerable. "You... you do know I love you, right?"
Warriors' smile faded, just a hair, just enough for the gentle surprise to take hold as his eyebrows rose slightly. Then it returned, soft and relieved and so, so warm. "Yeah. I know."
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garo-master · 4 months
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i know i ain't been around really and i have many thoughts™ about totk but for me it boils down to: the only thing worse narratively than Zelda being trapped as a mindless dragon for eternity is it being so easily reversed
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