3 with Mammon please!! It's too perfect
3. Hiding Face in Neck
Warning: gets spicy at the end bc ofc it fucking does do you know who I am
“Good morning,” you whisper when Mammon finally cracks his eyes open. He groans and stretches out his body before turning to face you once more, wrapping all his limbs around you.
He just grunts in greeting, closing his eyes once more. You snort and wrap your arms around his head, carding your fingers through his messy hair. “I’ll need to get going soon, baby,” you whisper, giving his forehead a kiss.
“No,” he grumbles, his grip on you tightening as he buries his face in your neck.
“The sooner you let me leave, the sooner I’ll come back to you,” you remind, kissing the side of his head now since it’s all you can reach. It’s quiet for a moment before he slowly pulls back to look at you.
“Why do you have to leave so early? Can’t you stay just for a little while longer?” he begs, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes.
“Mamm-”
“Please?” he interrupts, hiding his face in your neck once more. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispers against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. He then starts placing kisses along your neck, your bottom lip finding it’s way between your teeth.
“Alright fine, you big crybaby,” you grumble, giving in. He cheers as he rolls on top of you, starting to get to work on removing your pajamas. “Don’t make me late though,” you warn, letting your eyes slip closed as he begins exploring your body.
“No promises,” he coos with a smirk.
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
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Ranchers as Grant Wood’s American Gothic was supposed to be sillay and goofy but then I set the ranch on fire and one thing led to another and now it’s. sad DFBJDFGB I’m really happy with how this came out though, so!! Here’s my week 3 piece for the Hermitcraft Design Challenge thingie :]
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its 10pm here which is still christmas time so i can still post this. happy holidays from the detective agency
(parody of that one My Hero Academia Christmas omake)
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the long awaited iconic tumblr post ask game!! thank you for all who suggested a post :)
(if enough people want one perhaps I'll make a part 2? who knows?)
and, naturally, reblog to join + click for quality
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Hey Sera! Quick question about M. On the romance route, M is very okay with the MC touching them casually. What about on the best friend route? Are casual touches very painful when the MC is just the best friend instead of the love interest?
It happens less, but you can see small moments of it happen where the MC might touch M through a choice set and M doesn't pull away.
When M is more relaxed around a person, then the touch isn't as bad, so it's a nice hint at where the MC and M are at in their friendship because M is really only relaxed around UB.
Thank you so much for the ask! :)
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persona misogyny is so fucking wild. ignoring literally everything else about the entire rest of the games, every single s.link with a female character is like “entirely for having been born a woman i have had to work twice as hard for a fraction of the benefit. even now, i am stripped of my agency in a position i never wanted in the first place” and/or “i’m put on a pedestal by the people in my life because of my looks. men see me as an object to be conquered, women hate me for ‘stealing’ ‘their’ men. if i’m withdrawn i’m a bitch, if i’m friendly i’m easy. because of this, i’m alone” and/or “because of my personality or hobby or lack of cooking skills, i feel like i’m failing at femininity. if being a woman is something i can fail at, then where does that leave me? i’m scared at the loss of my identity and place in society”
like very consistently they present female characters with complex thoughts towards their place in society as women, femininity as a whole, and facing issues stemming from misogyny, and then the payoff is always “my problems were entirely my own fault. i wasn’t strong enough, i was a coward. but now, i’m gonna work hard to be exactly what society expects me to be (which is what i want to be)! i’m gonna do better at femininity (which is still something tangible i can fail at)! i’m going to try hard at making friends (which was my fault for not doing)! all my problems are solved through personal responsibility (that im totally culpable for), effort (which i previously was not putting in), or you, a man! i am Happy and Satisfied with this outcome, can i be Your woman?”
and like hello? why are we here. what the fuck are we doing. why do we keep doing this every single time. can we not do the constant lukewarm attempts at criticizing misogyny so you can jerk off to your own thoughtfulness, while ultimately reinforcing patriarchal systems and brushing off any deeper misogyny-bred issues as a lack of deference to one’s rightful place in society? like maybe don’t do that? for fucking once? just an idea
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I’m just a Jewish girl on my hands and knees begging the world to stop fandomizing this war.
Acting like this war is just some child’s t.v show, this is incredibly nuanced topic with, bad and good people on both sides. Acting like this is some simple “good guy versus bad guy” war harms both Israelis and Palestinians.
Real people lives are at stake, this isn’t avatar or the hunger games, it’s not fictional characters at stake, it’s real life people, and you’re using them as tokens.
Not to mention this ideal harms diaspora Jews. To the world it gives them reason to be antisemitic, because it makes it look like the Jews are the villains here.
WHICH WE ARE NOT!
So please world stop making this war so fandom war! It just harms people!
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game shows touch our lives - the mountain goats // unidentified man 3 - sarah charlesworth
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"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.."
MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.
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Do you enjoy underfell? I thought you disliked aus /genq
i don't dislike the concept of AUs itself, I'm just not a fan of like... the subculture that spawned around them in the UT fandom specifically and how it eventually took over almost all canon content (especially when it limits itself to the bros)
i like aus visually! i am an artist at heart after all. it's just that, if I'm going to care about them as stories and not just fun design ideas, my bar is uhh almost impossibly high the further you move from canon lolol.
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For the ask game, could I please request 34 with Barbatos?
34. Washing the other’s body
Warning: spiciness at the end but nothing graphic
Maybe one reason Barbatos became a butler is because he loves to serve. Especially when the person he’s serving is his partner.
Nothing pleases him more than helping you with whatever you need. Even if you don’t actually need the help, he loves assisting you in whatever you’re doing.
So, when he comes to your shared room only to hear the water on, it barely takes him a second to start heading that way. He’s already undressing and leaving a trail of clothes in his wake by the time he’s reached the bathroom.
“Barb?” you call when you hear the door open.
“Hello, my love,” he greets in return, finishing with his clothes. He’s then quick to step in behind you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as the glass door is slid shut again.
“Well hello to you too,” you coo, humming as you lean back into his warmth.
“Miss me?”
“Always,” is your immediate response. He copies your hum from before, bringing his head forward to kiss your cheek.
“Let me get your back,” he says as he pulls away to grab the soap. You don’t even bother fighting him on it. You just keep your back to him and let him rub your back with it.
“This one smells good,” he comments after a moment of peaceful silence.
“Yeah? Diavolo said you’d like it,” you reply with a smirk. He chuckles and runs his soapy hands up your back to your shoulders, gently massaging them as he leans forward to whisper in your ear.
“Guess the lord knows me all too well.” He then starts leaving kisses along your neck, making you sigh and tilt your head away to give him more room.
“I think I know you better,” you argue, turning around in his hold to face him.
“Hm? Is that so, darling?” he coos, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head. You gasp a bit when he suddenly tugs your body right against his.
“Why don’t you prove it then?” he asks, his voice low enough to make his chest rumble against yours. After that, he meets your lips in a fiery kiss. Though, the kiss didn’t last long since you began to do other activities ;)
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hc that Buck will keep Tommy company while he works on his machinery and Tommy watches documentaries with Buck 💕
Buck visiting Tommy and complaining about his car making a weird noise and having to bring it to the mechanic for the 3rd time in as many months.
His jeep is getting a bit old now but it’s filled with memories and he refuses to change it.
Tommy who go trained on various vehicles throughout his life. A neighbor teaching him when he was a teenager. Training at the army. Training at the fire academy and then flying academy.
He’s been tinkering in various machineries for years and he’s not going to let a simple jeep best him. Buck is happy to let Tommy look at it, it will save him some money he could use otherwise. Like for a date maybe.
The issue tho? It’s that Tommy has working clothes, and by working clothes I mean an old pair of jeans, covered in old oil stains, a white tank top which is clean but has old stains that dried, but still quite white, and some heavy boots in case something fall on his feet. It happened before and Tommy learned from it.
Buck never thought jeans would drive him insane, but the way it curves around Tommy’s thighs? The way a black stains is just under his left cheek like he rubbed himself there to clean his hand, actually Buck can even divine the form of fingers on that stains and it’s calling to him.
To forget about the heat pooling inside him he gets close to the car and Tommy who just opened it and moving things around and just watch, until he says “you know, my dad never taught me anything about cars. Is it weird?”
And Tommy just goes “you wanna learn?” With a soft smile, just offering, no judgement whatever Buck decides
And so Tommy work and talk during the whole process, he knows Buck loves knowledge, trivia, information and Tommy is more than happy to info dump his boyfriend for once.
Once Tommy fix what the issue was, it was just regular stuff but a mechanic would have either ignore it so Buck would come back and spend more or spend only like 30 minutes on it to fix it since it was quite simple.
They get clean together, Tommy getting his regulars clothes back on him while Buck has to change bc he got some stains on him even just while looking but it doesn’t care about it. The price was more than worth paying.
And then they go on Tommy’s couch, Buck still doesn’t have one but he doesn’t need one anymore, not when Tommy’s so comfy. Tommy who pick up the remote while Buck get some snack ready for them and he goes through the channels until he reaches National Geographic and it’s the opening for a new documentary about volcanoes and he gets distracted from the tv when Buck comes back with their drink so he doesn’t change the channel and then see how Buck is already entranced by it even 3 minutes after the opening, and he’s gonna ask if Buck want to watch it when Buck goes “did you know that the biggest volcano in on mars?”
And Tommy knows he doesn’t have to ask anymore, he just hums while picking some food off the coffee table and listen to every facts from Buck and watches him get so animated as they watch it
Buck even going against what the narrator is saying and being right about it when the narrator a few minutes later elaborate more which goes toward what Buck was saying and Tommy is just so smitten by his clever boy. Kissing him on his temple and pulling him against his side while Buck keep randomly shoutings facts and going on his phone to assess the veracity of what the narrator is talking about.
They spend their evening like that, documentaries replacing one an other, Buck leaning against him and talking freely for hours, showing Tommy how interesting the world can be.
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If you're still doing the HC fanon swap, sheep Etho? I think it would be cute in your artstyle :D
when given the option to have his horn reattached or rebuilt, he refused, saying it looked "pretty neat" the way it was.
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I'm trying to let my wrist rest after overworking it...
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I am *dying* to know about #12 rn. Care to let me see a snippet? Maybe expound on its virtues? 🥺
-Faer
Ahhh okay, so this one started as a silly "wouldn't it be hilarious if Jason's dad was actually John Winchester" thought exercise (because my sense of humor is shot) after I forced one of my friends to watch UTRH with me, and it just. spiraled, violently. It's still ass-deep in chaos page hell, but I've been describing it as, "Red Hood and Justice League Dark: Great Value Edition".
* Older Scooby Gang
* Sibling/Family Reveal
* Reverse Identity Reveal (the bulk of the team doesn't know Jason is Red Hood (or an active vigilante at all) until the situation calls for Red Hood-level interference)
* Danny "I am in desperate need of a trusted supportive adult" Fenton
* Good Friends Tucker and Sam
* Clueless Dean and Sam
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"So," Sam opened both hands and held them apart, gesturing first at the little-big asshole that had kicked everything off just by existing, "you were dead."
Jason shrugged his stupidly huge shoulders, "I got better." The following 'And?' went unspoken but clearly implied.
Oh, Bobby was going to lose his damn mind when he got a hold of this kid.
Sam paused, needing a moment to process the fact that they were too late, again, before he angled his disbelief at the skinny little punk standing with his hands in his pockets and flanked on either side by his friends like bodyguards.
"You were dead."
The teenager coughed into his fist, "Uh, about that."
Sam paused. "You…weren't dead?"
The kid made a face and wobbled his hand in the air, all 'so-so' like.
"What," Dean shifted, every Hunter-honed instinct firing off in the back of his brain, "What the hell does that mean. Did you die, or didn't you?"
"I'm," He stopped himself, brows furrowed as he looked up thoughtfully, "An overachiever?"
"Technically you're an underachiever since you can't commit to a bit," The Kid Body Guard in the Beret helpfully pointed out.
The "underachiever" in question looked like he might argue, but ultimately agreed with a loose shrug of his shoulders. "Rude, but okay."
"What the hell does that mean. Sam."
"I don't know, Dean."
"And both of you have died," A woman cut in, heels clicking on the tile, "I was dead for fifteen minutes while on a case in Star City last December. Legally, Velma is also dead. You boys aren't special."
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