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#this is stupid i’m so tired
greykolla-art · 20 days
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Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”
*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️
(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)
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honeymaki · 6 months
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And what if I said that Getou thoroughly enjoys looming over you, pinning you to the futon with heady gazes and crooning words, matching the rhythm with which you circle your fingers over your clit. Hand so big that with every tug of his cock, you can feel his knuckles brush the swell of your belly, he’s that close to you. If you slow down to watch, he’ll slow down to match, twisting his wrist and tutting. Tells you to keep going, show him how much you want it, how much you crave it, how much you hunger for his cock, swinging low and heavy in his fist. He’s so close to you, craning his head down to look at you with heavy eyes, kissing your hairline when you cry out for the heat of his flesh. and what if he just keeps going, keeps tugging on his cock the same way you catch you clit between two fingers, steel hips stopping your legs from closing when you cum. Teases you with feather kisses and more touches of his knuckles on your skin. He’s not cum yet, sticky and red over your belly, watching you squirm and kick out when he refuses to put it in, grinning and groaning and letting you watch him just out of reach. It’s so fun teasing you this way, this specific way, so throughly enjoyable watching you shakily reach down to your weepy cunt and try to match his rhythm, sensitive and teary but mirroring his deep dark hunger.
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mossy-paws · 3 months
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Biocar
Oh shoot yeah I also forgot to post this too
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*rings bells* WEI WUXIAN IS A NERD!! He loves learning and applying his knowledge in new and creative ways! He’s INCREDIBLY insightful and perceptive! He keeps notes and creates unparalleled inventions! He knows people and even knows politics! He develops answers and theories on the fly! Please I beg for people to stop calling him an idiot all the time 😭🙏🙏
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whereismyhat5678 · 3 months
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I had a clear vision with this one.
I did NOT need to spend that much time on this BUT DAMN IT IT’S FUNNY-
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Context: Peppino was annoying the fuck outta’ him and it got so bad he wanted to take him home.
He was done with his bullshit- 💀
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wrathofrats · 4 months
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Ifrit regularly breaks jars when he tries to open them because he sometimes forgets the correct way to turn the lid and the jar just fucking shatters because he doesn’t know how strong he is
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deityofhearts · 7 months
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a moodboard by yours truly
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dnkinktober day 17: brat (taming)
….except i cannot use a normal color palate for the life of me
#death note#light yagami#and technically if but only a hand:#l lawliet#lawlight#dnkinktober#my art#choking#<-tagging just in case even though he’s technically just holding his face#so yeah no normal colors for me today i’m in the mood for bright things#i should probably tag this as#bright colors#bc i just looked at it w true-tone and it is Bright#since i always seem to do so on artworks i shall tell you about my day#uhhhh nothing much happened but i did plan out a tentative schedule for the spring summer and fall semesters#according to my plan i will be able to graduate at the end of next fall (yay)#and then i will have to figure out where i want to do my masters (not yay)#hmmm other than that i skipped class bc it was on a topic i was going to low-key freak out about and did schoolwork instead#and now i'm tired bc i've gotten ~7 hours of sleep in total these last few nights bc my brain's been v panicky which is stupid but whatever#and it's been so cold. so so cold. i hate the cold#if i have to wake up and get out of bed and i start trembling and shivering i will be v upset the weather should accommodate my tastes imo#but i do get up before sunrise (booo) so i'm like really tired and miserable so it's probably not that bad but i'm a complainer#and complaining is good for u i promise. it's okay to curse the weather for wronging you and being upset that you have too much to do#back to the artwork i didn't know how to show brat(taming) visually but i wanted to do either hair-pulling of some type#like hair pulled neck exposed shirt unbuttoned sexy style w light smirking (<-will still do this btw just for something else)#but to get inspo i went to the first fic that popped up when i searched brat taming and they had someone grab someone's face#and tell them they were a very bad girl or whatever and i was like. hey light yagami is also a very bad girl so this works
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1ife-is-blah · 6 months
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Kept it pretty loose with some doodles n sketches
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aroace-menace · 8 months
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padawansuggest · 8 months
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I really hate pining with all my heart, so here’s an idea: CodyWan who fall in love within the first month of meeting each other and hold hands and give hugs and little nuzzles and everyone else is like ‘yeah. Cody and the General. They sure are friendly…’ but no one says it to them till they overhear it one day and straight up go ‘we got married on month two of dating’ and everyone loses their minds they thought they were in a ‘everyone but them knows they’re married’ AU but they’re actually in a ‘speedrun strangers to old married couple’ AU and they’re so confused.
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Me, clocking in for my shift of reporting and blocking the bots:
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goodday-goodmorn · 2 months
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Little blurb that’s been sitting in my Docs for while based on @auspicioustidings idea from a while ago now i think— But yeah! I’be got like zero motivation to continue this- butttttt i liked the scene a lot so it shall be seen now! (Plus it’s Mhari’s Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Mhari! :> Even though i’m a few hours late into the day Hope you’re having a wonderful birth celebration!)
Based on a a scene i cooked up where reader finally gets caught by none other than the Ghost himself:
The weight of a gun in your hand is familiar.
So is the quiet sounds of a break in. You point at the door, watching, waiting. Like clockwork it creaks open, and there he is.
“Don’t move.”
You say sharply. Making the gun in your hand well known to the intruder.
Silence. He stares at you, you stare back. How many times have you done this dance? Tense words and a dashing messy escape. (The poorly wrapped bandages around your abdomen throb answering you question for you. Too many then.)
You sigh, and lower the gun.
He doesn’t even look suprised.
With a soft, Thump! ,you plop backwards onto the bed, arms outstretched. The gun is still in your hand but it’s dead weight. (Just like you.)
“…You’re not gonna ever stop are you?”
It’s said up at the shitty hotel ceiling. Hushed in the darkness of the room.
“No.”
He says it so simply.
You hum, pulling your knees and legs up onto the bed and rolling over. Back facing him, on your side. You snag a plushie on the way, hugging it close to your chest and settling your chin atop its head.
“Well shit. Turn all my red flags to white then, i give up.”
Defeated. Hushed. Tired. It sounds so unlike your normal voice. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”
There’s a dip in the bed, true to his namesake- he was silent as he walked to sit. You haven’t even heard him.
“…Who did your bandages?” Gruff bastard with his gruff voice. Sounding way too passive for talking with you, an enemy, his target actually. He should be barking orders and threats to you, you’ve heard the way he speaks on a mission before, all bite and harsh. But he shows none of that tension now. Not a lick of hostility.
“Who do you think?” You snort out, tucking your face into the head of the plushie and vehemently ignoring him.
“Kid, you need help. You can’t survive on your own.” Straight to business it seems.
Without even turning to look at him, you halfheartedly raise your middle finger.
He sighs.
Silence. Blissful, damning, silence. You’ve no more fight left to give and he knows it. Months on the run, months of constant near death escapes, months of being hunted like a dog. You’re tired. So tired.
“Ya know, Torture isn’t an effective way of getting info outta someone: statistically speaking.”
“We’re not gonna torture you.”
“But you do want that info don’t you?”
More silence.
You hum knowingly.
“And what happens after you get your precious information? You’ll kill me? Maim me like all the other fuckers who end up in your shit list?”
“No. Never.”
He says it with such ferocity it almost takes you by surprise for a second. If you were to be facing him, you would see the hardness of his eyes. The pure conviction swarming in his gaze.
“Not you. Never you.”
Finally you turn to him, feeling far too much like a young little kid on the playground who just can’t understand-
“Why?”
Something in his gaze softness. He wants to tell you this because he cares. The team cares. All of them- that they saw you, a prickly, panicked little bird in over their head and flying blind- but he knows it an answer you won’t accept. One you won’t understand. Not at this stage. Not yet. You don’t believe in words, you’ve been lied too far too many times for that.
So he says something you will believe. A watered down version of the truth that feels like such a disservice to everything that makes up your very being.
“You’re interesting.”
You seem to digest his words. Turning them over and thinking in that little head of yours.
‘How long is that interest gonna last?’
That's what you want to say. You want to scream at the top of your lungs that he doesn’t want you. No one does. He’ll get sick of your brashness eventually- he’ll learn and grow used to your tricks. And when your spontaneity grows old, you know what’ll happen.
But you don’t.
You say nothing except—
“…Can I at least pack my bags? …please?”
He knows you don’t have much to pack. He also knows you’re one tricky, flighty little bird. However, he heard your small plea, sees the defeated look in your eyes, the way your hand is so lax around the gun.
Gently, oh so gently, he takes the gun from your hand. You don’t even try and fight him.
“Sorry little bird. Can’t trust you to pack.”
The sad look on your face nearly makes him reconsider. But he can’t risk you getting away again. Not when you’re so easy to catch right now. So vulnerable.
“Can’t you restrain me and then i’ll tell you what to pack?”
That, he can do.
“Up.”
Commands come so naturally to him. You’re almost jealous at how easily they fall from his lips.
Like the old defeated dog you are, you listen, sitting up and presenting your hands to him to restrain. You don’t meet his eyes.
He takes no chances, you are securely bound with a pair of handcuffs. He tugs on them, standing you up and nudging you to the common area of your hotel room. It’s a sizable room, a nice hotel, though truthfully you hadn't really been thinking when you booked it. Brain to frazzled and exhausted to think about anything beyond a clean bed and a hot shower.
The lights are flicked on by his gloved hands, flooding your vision. You hiss blinking and adjusting while he nudges you to the center of the room, down into your knees.
“What am I looking for here, bird?”
Your gaze flicks to him, then to the corner of the room, a vent right by a little corner desk with a lamp.
He follows your gaze and then, (with one last hard look towards you that screams ‘stay’), he walks over. Inside the vent is a crumpled up backpack, old and raggedy. It looks out of place amongst the clean cream colors of the hotel amenities.
He prods at the thing, trained caution. (You don’t blame him after your last stunt with explosives.)
Unceremoniously he opens up the bag and dumps all its contents on the floor. You wince, watching your whole life be scattered on the ground.
A journal, a thermal blanket, a lighter, cash, USB sticks, Your laptop in its thick padded casing (thank god), stolen hotel amenities, nicotine patches, several pill bottles, a half empty water bottle, a pocket knife, bullets…
Your own personal little horde of trinkets.
“Was that necessary…?” You mutter, as he stuffs some stuff back into the bag.
“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious.”
“Well- i could.”
He turns to look at you. Just… stares at you, all you can see is his eyes at that dreadful mask, boring into yours. He doesn’t need to say anything. You both know you could but you never. Been through too much to really blame him.
You’ve saved his life before, even though he was hunting you. You both know you would never blame him for doing his job. Not at this point.
(Just as he would never blame you for running.)
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homosherb · 7 months
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ok so. i saw this post that was like “since Miles’ birthday is in August that means Gwen’s is in November.” and i was like “oooo ok cool can’t wait” but i didn’t count it or think about it for myself at all.
it’s literally wrong. if you counted 15 months from August then you would get November, but because she’s older we gotta count 15 back from August, which puts her birthday in May. (makes her a Taurus or a Gemini btw)
ALSO so we all know that Gwen and Miles are the 2 (important number) main characters in the Spider-Verse movies. ATSV came out in June which is 2 months before Miles’ birthday in August. BTSV is coming out in March which is 2 months before May, which is probably when Gwen’s birthday is, like i just went over.
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honeypleasejustkillme · 8 months
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“i’m sorry you feel that way” “i’m sorry i upset you” “i’m sorry if..” just say “i’m sorry” and that’s it. you’re just triggering me to believe that now it’s my fault i feel that way, that i made myself upset to spite you. i have bpd. i already am upset and you adding on “you feel that way” makes it seem like you truly don’t give a shit. i don’t need extra words, i just need you to acknowledge that you were wrong and made me upset so you should apologize.
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fayt30l0v3 · 1 year
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ITS FINIISVHED EXPEORTING IT NERFED THE QUALITY BUT THEIR EMO AND GAY
Viktor: loving u is so hard due to our many ideological differences and the war between our city’s, I will simply cull all emotion to deal
Jayce: counter argument *🥺* ?
Viktor: nvm ur right
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