Low hanging belly or supe tight belly?
Definitely low hanging & insanely massive. BUT as long as my belly becomes disproportionately huge I’m happy🥰🤤
What’s your opinion on Darkiplier? Hate them? Tolerate them?
wh͜at w̵as t̢ḩa̷t͞ thin͡g he͝ sa͝i҉d͝ b̸éfore? ..
"͝so͏ ̶muc͠h̷ ͞t̛r͝o͘u͟b̨lę,̧ a͞l̸l ͞for̢ somethįng͠ só ͏sḿall?" ͟:̛)̴
i absolutely ADORE the way nick hugs ppl. like he just *squiches* them and it looks like the best thing ever
HE DOES! He just goes all in and it's freaking amazing. Like. I need a hug like that. I need to give hugs like that? They're comforting and healing just to watch??
I wish I could make gifs quickly/well, but I cannot, so...please accept these, with appreciation to the creators!
4 times Nick Nelson gave Charlie amazing hugs:
+ 1 time he received one:
just slappingg my cunt wishing i was getting pumped full of cum rn
somebody stop meeeeeeeee ahahahahhaha
not me currently thinking about kakashi an his sense of smell 😤
you’re wondering why he’s all over you all of a sudden— hands gripping tighter at your hips when walking down the street to lunch, fingers inching up the length of your skirt in an attempt to steal a touch at the restaurant, nosing at the side of your neck while you’re walking home—until heat settles deep in your groin and you’re sure you’re going to burn from the inside out.
his perversion of as little contact in public as possible has changed, almost like he knows something you don’t.
an he does, bc bitch— you’re ovulating an he’s ab to knock you up tonight
could also go for kiba 👀
If you guys want you can send me some asks about the SavedMers AU!
Also lil update:
Yes, I do plan on continuing the Eddsworld comic plus I will draw some more hermitcraft G/t AU here and there!
The Decked Out Comic is done mostly, as in, I will answer asks (with art aswell sometimes don’t worry!) for it but I don’t think I will be drawing comic like stuff for it anymore :o
Third life is also on a back burner right now tho I do plan on drawing something silly for it :)))
Send Me A Color
Yellow- I enjoy what you post, but don’t give a fuck about your personal life lol
Orange- I enjoy what you post AND your personal life
Red- thirst followed bc you’re hot as fuck baby 🥵
Pink- You’re a fucking gem and deserve to be cherished (rad blog btw)
Purple- Tbh I want our genitals to touch a lot
Blue- You seem like you need to go to a mental hospital and I want to be your friend there
Green- We should go on a hike and fuck by the waterfalls and end up getting poison ivy or something 💞
White- I never interact with your blog but I stalk it and I’m a fucking lurker 👀
Grey- I’m obsessed with you. I want to smell your bedsheets obsessed
Black- We’re mutuals and I have a fat crush on you, but I’m afraid to tell you
Anyone wants to get me spun? Hit me up and get a free titty pic. Looking for spun friends 😈.
REBLOG TO GET A FREE PIC
deep asks that get uncomfortably personal
what’s the best advice you’ve ever been given?
what is your preferred method of non-physical self destruction?
what is your favorite way to self care?
tell me about your most vivid memory, good or bad.
if anything, what would you change about your childhood?
what is something that you’ve always wanted to do but have never been able to do?
what is your fatal flaw?
what is something that gets to you that you wish wouldn’t?
do you cry? why or why not?
tell me about an insecurity you overcame.
tell me about your last failed friendship.
who do you wish you could connect with but haven’t been able to connect with?
what can make you excessively angry?
do you enjoy being lightheartedly teased? why or why not?
do you prefer to be numb or overly emotional? why?
what is a skill or talent you’ve completely lost or overlooked? why did that happen?
what was your favorite color as a child and what is your favorite color now?
what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?
tell me something you don’t like telling the people you are close to.
tell me what you think others think about you.
Send me askss 🍁🍄🦔
2. Sexuality 🍄
3. Siblings 🦔
4. Dream job 👜
5. Favorite drink ☕️
6. Fun fact about you
7. Favorite colour 🍁
8. Hobbies 🐌
9. Can you swim? 🐡
10. Cute movie 🎥
11. Favorite subject 🎓
12. Best vacation 🌞
13. Favorite country 🪐
14. Last lie you told 🐻
15. Last person you said ‘I love you’ to 🐞
16. Your crush 🧸
17. The ideal temperature 🐫
18. TV show you’d recommend to everyone 📺
19. Favorite type of jewelry 📿
20. Do you have or want any tattoos? 📜
21. Favorite fastfood 🌭
22. Favorite fastfood restaurant 🍗
23. Savory or sweet 🥧
24. Day or night 🧇
25. Favorite make-up product 🦦
26. Winter or summer 🍹
27. Fall or spring 🍯
28. Who is your (real life) hero? 🦊
29. What’s your biggest fear? 🙈
30. Favorite snack 🥞
31. What really makes you angry? 🏉
32. Last thing you bought for yourself 💰
33. Things you do with friends 🦥
34. Who would you call if you were in serious trouble? 📞
35. What would you change about your life? ⏳
36. Biggest turn-on (romantically) 🤎
37. Favorite fruit 🥭
38. Sea or swimming pool 🐚
39. Favorite streaming service 🍂
40. Big spoon or small spoon 🪵
Nike or Adidas 😏?
hear me out: cnc forced breeding
i have such brain rot for this man. u don’t even understand.
please enjoy this story idea that i will never write but will think about writing for the rest of my days.
no real story, just an idea
ft: clumsy! dumbass! reader x Bruce Wayne (2022)
⚠️: no real warnings, mutual pining, Bruce being in love, reader being a danger to themself and a menace to society, mentions of half naked Bruce (a warning on its own)
give me battinson with a perpetually dumbass reader.
just reader working along side Alfred and knowing about Bruce’s nightly adventures.
you were hired in an attempt to lessen the load on Alfred’s shoulders (Alfred argues that sometimes you make it worse— but when he notices the way Bruce looks at you, he finds he doesn’t mind the broken cutlery as much), so you consider yourself akin to a live in maid.
and the story is just the reader tripping over the same rug in the main hall of Wayne Manor even though you live there and should know not to walk on that part of the rug, but the chandelier is just so pretty. you always get distracted while dusting, and end up losing your footing on the same corner of the same rug.
it’s all fun and games until you’re walking through the hall with Bruce when you trip and knock your brain cells out on a corner table you swear wasn’t there yesterday (yes, it was), and now the troublesome rug is mysteriously gone.
you do note that the fire burning in the furnace of the main hall is impressively big today.
on another occasion you come to collect his laundry, attempting to be as quiet as possible since Bruce is still sleeping, but you manage to walk right into the dresser that’s been in the same position for as long as Bruce has been alive.
Bruce has been awake since you tiptoed into his room, and now, he’s listening to the thump of you hitting the floor and your quiet curses of pain— you look so surprised when you realize you woke him up, a squeaked, “sorry Mister Wayne..” falling from your mouth as you scrabble to pick up the fallen laundry.
you end up staring at his rumpled hair and bare chest for longer than you should, heat flaring in your ribs until they ache— the blanket covering his modesty slipping away until all you can see is the dark dusting of hair on his abdomen. you should be haphazardly grabbing at the clothes on the floor, but you aren’t going to miss the chance to look at him.
he looks cozy like this, and for a moment, you wish you didn’t work for him— you allow yourself a few seconds to fantasize a different circumstance, one where you’re curled up tight against the warmth of his body.
he answers you with a gruff, “told you not to call me that.” and you flush brighter at the morning rasp of his voice, “ ‘m sorry, Bruce.”
you steal one last glance at the corse hair on his chest, and the bulge of his biceps as he pushes himself up from the sheets. then, you take your leave, but of course, not before tripping on the threshold.
what you miss is the quiet shake of his broad, scarred back. he can’t help the muffled laughter pulling from deep in his chest.
Bruce can, hands down, say he has never met anyone like you.
you dance through the halls (no matter how many times you trip over the same exact thing you did yesterday), you get skittish around the portraits hanging in the halls (the eyes follow you when you’re walking, you can feel the gazes. “don’t smile at me like that, Mister Wayne! they really do!”), you give the birds you feed outside the Manor ridiculous names (Trash Face, the fattest crow you’ve ever seen, is particularly fond of Bruce), and you also never miss the chance to start a strange conversation with him.
“if you were a bird, what would you be?”
“bats really don’t count, but okay, i would be a pigeon.”
Bruce falls in love with you before he realizes.
his first hint is when he wakes up one morning and you’re the first thought in his hazy brain. the rush of affection that comes with the very sound of your clumsy footsteps is jarring to him.
you’re the brightest thing in the darkness of his life.
you’re always so kind to him, to everyone really, and you have this strange wisdom about you, one that almost reminds him of his mother.
you’re also very smart in your own strange, backwards way and Bruce just can’t help the ache in his chest when you smile in his direction.
even if the ‘nocturnal animal’ can’t admit it yet, he’s very much in love with you.
you’ve also mastered dealing with him when he’s in a mood. which is the very reason he has to face the way he feels about you head on.
you never shy away from him when he says things you both know he doesn’t mean, another testament to the kindness you bring into his life.
he’s worse off than you’ve ever seen him, stumbling through the halls, tripping over the same things you do— maybe the noise is what wakes you up.
you don’t cower when he snarls at you to leave him alone and go back to your room.
you stay, head tilted in the way that makes butterflies stir in his chest, insisting that he isn’t in his right mind, and you can’t leave him here, bleeding on the floor.
after he’s all patched up, you conclude his bad mood comes from hunger. you always get a little testy when you’re hungry too.
you’re right, as much as he hates to admit it. Bruce doesn’t remember the last time he ate something that wasn’t an expired granola bar, no matter how much badgering he receives from Alfred.
so he just watches you, a fondness burning in the base of his spine.
you’re in your pajamas, gliding through the kitchen, claiming that you being on the tile in your socks isn’t dangerous, it actually gives you the upper hand, because the socks make you faster.
he almost believes your logic, until you slide too quickly, lose your footing and bounce your hip off the corner of the island hard enough even he winces at the sound.
Bruce steadies you with a palm on your lower back, and you flush at the contact, the warmth of his hand seeping through the thin layer of your sleep top. you think briefly about feigning an injury worse than the blooming bruise on your hip, just so he will touch you a little longer.
Bruce decides he has to face all of the things he is currently feeling while watching you cook a full meal for him at 4am.
every bone in his body hurts down to the marrow, he feels like he is actually starving— and he is wholly, completely, and utterly in love with you.
he watches you fumble with the pots and pans— almost burning yourself on multiple occasions, but you still make idle conversation about how what you’re making is a family recipe, how much Trash Face misses him, and how you think he should rest.
and Bruce just knows, he feels it in his chest— you’re his.
you belong here— bickering with Alfred about how gold next to silver is tacky, dancing in the kitchen, knocking things off of shelves, tripping over your own feet— you belong here, in Wayne Manor. with him.
now he just has to figure out how to tell you.
April - what’s your favorite time of the year?
Apples - favorite fruit?
Bees - what’s your go to spring outfit?
Blossom - what’s your favorite flower?
Bubbles - Do you like bubble tea?
Changes - what signals the changing of the seasons to you?
Collegiate - did you go to or are you going to university? what are you or did you study?
Comfort - who is your go to comfort character?
Cream - do you wear make-up?
Crush - any irl or online crushes?
Daffodil - do you like to garden?
Daisy - do you have any pets? If not, do you want any?
Exciting - ideal type of unplanned adventure?
Favorites - what’s your favorite show, movie, and book?
Flowers - what’s the nicest thing someone has surprised you with?
Fun Facts - what’s something people would never guess about you?
Grass - do you get hayfever or spring allergies?
Hobby - what hobbies do you have or want to get into?
Holiday - favorite springtime holiday?
Introspective - what’s one thing you would have done differently in your life?
Jam - favorite thing to bake?
Kiss - what was your best kiss?
Lemons - what’s your favorite type of dessert?
Light - night owl or early bird?
Love - what’s your love language?
Matcha - what’s your go to coffee/tea order this time of year?
Meadow - do you prefer the beach or the woods?
Money - what would you do with your life if money was no object?
Music - what’s been on repeat lately?
New - what would you do if you won the lottery?
Ocean - what’s your favorite sea creature?
On/Off - what are your biggest turn ons and offs?
Partner - describe your ideal partner.
Past - what advice or wisdom would you bestow on your younger self?
Persona - what’s your mbti? your enneagram type?
Picnic - describe your ideal spring afternoon.
Pride - what is something you’re proud of?
Quaint - do you prefer the city, countryside, or suburbs?
Rain - what’s your favorite type of spring weather?
Recommendations - do you have any fanfic recommendations?
Sage - what life advice would you give to someone younger?
Stars - are you into astrology? If so, what are your sun, moon, and rising signs?
Striking - what’s your favorite color?
Status - what’s your relationship status?
Thrill - what is one thing you’re looking forward to?
Touch - do you like hugs?
Travel - if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?
Universe - do you think there’s other life out there or are we alone in the universe?
Vernacular - what language do you wish you could speak or want to learn?
Warning - what would your warning label say?
You - what’s one thing you like about yourself? One thing you dislike about yourself?
Youth - do you feel your age?
Zoo - what’s your favorite animal?
Turn on disgusting, depraved porn and order me to fuck myself to it while you watch in amusement.
Send me 🔀 and I’ll shuffle my playlist to assign u a song
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