#[[tfw you are GROUNDED GROUNDED GROUNDED]]

[jeeaark]

Having a smoke(d ham sandwich) with Kim

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Commission for @chipper-smol featuring Ophiuchus being... gifted to?? taunted?? by the Universe. With a little plush Loop :) Time to commit self-care, loser.

And now. I shall buy two (<- has already bought one beforehand)

[bannock-freak]

Me? Draw a scene from ch. 4 of AGWITO? It's more likely than you think!

halftone 1 - https://stock.adobe.com/93061638

halftone 2 - https://www.shutterstock.com/shutterstock/photos/630012884/display_1500/stock-vector-halftone-pattern-halftone-background-halftone-texture-630012884.jpg

gradient - https://stock.adobe.com/au/search?k=gradient&asset_id=242772256

bg reference, + bg stock from ibispaintx

oh look the tumblr tags think reigen is his first name too :3

[comicsiswild]

Blue Beetle: Graduation Day (2022) #1

[mecha--maniac]

Giving the scrungles chao saga

Mephiles's? Sweet babyangel service chao; if they did races Meph would definitely be dancemom manipulative of the other chao handlers just to make them fight, with the chao being none the wiser.

Metal's starts off as a feral little shit that loves to bite; but biting is not very effective on Metal, so oops bro, looks like you have been government assigned a chao (Who eventually warms up to him with the correct combination of ignoring their shenanigans and manhandling them into being socialized. No, we are having a nice day at the beach, you may not go and bite small children)

The third one is for an unpictured different Metal. This one was a rescue and is very shy, but their mommy is very scary with a resting murder face which gives them some more confidence as they grow up. Anyone who messes with this chao would wind up mysteriously missing.

If these were in the game...

Meph's chao would operate like a chaos chao, except it needs higher stats in power and flight.

Metal chao 1 would be neutral/speed/flight with a disproportionate amount of kangaroos and/or bug animals givin to it.

Metal chao 2 would be dark/power/flying, raised primarily on drives and dragons.

[maliciousalice]

y'all ever just?

[distantkairi]

Okay, so, this is just me looking at what is mentioned in Creating a Champion and making connections or a theory. This isn't necessarily the case but I find it to be a fascinating (and... slightly awkward, if true) idea.

So, Creating a Champion says that the Zora armor is mainly made up from... dragon scales.

So, potentially, the Zora armor has, along with possibly scales of Dinraal, Naydra, and Farosh... Light Dragon scales. And nobody knew

[gildead]

@tetramulti asked:

Gold gets a text. It's from Alexis! [I also got grounded, send help :( I'm not even Shinto's kid??]

Give Gold a moment. It's hard to scroll and read through his texts with no fingers and only floppy sleeves-- oh, here we go. He's gotten text to speech to work again, here come his replies.

[no she's like that with most kids that's normal for her] [ugh i'm so sorry this isn't fair :( jimmy's been chill about it but i know dad's gonna be pissed when he gets back]

He pauses before continuing with a question of his own.

[do you think hypnos gonna come after us again when he revives] [?]

[svampira]

save me oc height chart save me

[frogwen]

-_-

[betagrove]

Tfw you tried to end the time loop like 50 times and tell your mom there's no way out and she says "if I go in there and find the exit to that time loop you're grounded for a week 🙄"

[martybaker]

There was only one couch

Tfw you cannot find the jayvik fic you crave so you write it yourself 🙃

I also gotta preface this with - I cannot write science talk for the life of me, in my defense they are sleep deprived so if it doesn’t make much sense, it’s not supposed to 🙈

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They’ve been stuck at this problem for hours, any potential paths they managed to come up with immediately shattering after but a couple pokes of logic aimed to test the solidity of their foundations. Like bubbles popped by a child’s finger. Like heated corn kernels. Like dreams of making a difference-

Viktor’s too tired to think in metaphors.

He drops the pencil and swivels in his chair, facing Jayce who’s already draped across their shabby sofa, long legs sticking out from one end, head inclined on the armrest on the side closer to Viktor.

“What if we…build an oven?” Jayce says. “Well not like, an oven, but reverse, a device that could contain the energy and…,” he waves his hands in the air as he talks, as if that would help illustrate his train of thought, “…uhhh, we could more safely work on directing the charges? Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

Viktor chuckles. He doesn’t know why he does, it’s not even particularly funny, the exhaustion must have erased any common sense of his that was left. Yet it’s…comforting to see that same exhaustion mirrored in Jayce. The same dark circles, the same bone deep tiredness weighing him down, the same look of frustration after they’ve been hitting dead ends and running in circles. It’s a shared exhaustion, just like the hard work is shared. Probably should have called it a night hours ago. They both direly need the rest.

“An oven? That would be your hunger speaking, I’m afraid,” Viktor says, reaching for his cane, grinding his teeth to gather the energy to push himself up onto his feet.

“Nah, m’not hungry,” Jayce mumbles. “We had those sandwiches for lunch. Or was it dinner? What time is it even?”

“Too late by all accounts,” Viktor says, taking the few steps towards the couch. He looks at Jayce, who seems glued to the couch and likely is planning to spend the night there. Viktor looks towards the door, but hesitates. The idea of the track across campus to his lodgings really doesn’t sound appealing.

It’s not even that far, the university tried to accommodate Viktor’s needs as best as they could and gave him a room on the ground floor, plus the building is the closest housing to the Engineering department’s laboratories. And yet, today it feels miles away. Damn his leg, damn all the stairs, and damn his hubris for yet again pushing his body beyond its limits, knowing fully well it will backfire ten folds and render him even more useless in the morning.

Jayce notices his hesitation, damn his partner’s bright mind too. He can read Viktor too well, he guesses the reason for his histation despite Viktor’s lack of complaining.

“Oh, do you wanna sleep here? I’ll head home, no problem,” he suggests way too readily, already hoisting himself up onto his elbows.

Viktor tsks and pushes against Jayce’s chest, pushing him back down into the couch.

“Stay,” he hisses. Jayce lives off campus, it would take him much longer to get home. Viktor’s not about to kick him out. And he doesn’t care for compassion either.

Jayce knows this, yet the man cannot help but be kind and caring, and though it irritates Viktor when it's aimed at him, it is also a quality of Jayce’s that he admires. He’s kind to everyone. Meets everyone halfway. Though at times they push too far, and Jayce lets them. Too kind for his own good.

Viktor shakes his head, trying to clean it, the stacked up piles of thoughts seem to have all spilled inside his brain and are rattling around. Rest. He needs to rest.

He looks at Jayce, who is still lying down on the couch, hands raised as if in surrender, big doe eyes staring at Viktor. Was Viktor too cross with him just now? He’s unable to determine. He pats Jayce’s knee in an attempt to smooth over his own prickly temperament.

“I just…I need to take a moment. Before I head out,” he tries. He hopes Jayce won’t insist. He is too tired to come up with reasonable arguments. He doesn’t wanna fight.

But Jayce doesn’t fight, he nods, then he bites his lip and opens his arms.

Hmm.

Viktor considers.

The couch is clearly too small for one grown man, let alone two.

Still it would be more comfortable than the chair.

And Viktor’s not averse to touch. Despite perhaps coming off as such. To everyone, except for Jayce.

It is true that he doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, especially unexpectedly. But he is human and just like anyone else, he has moments when he would welcome touch. Moments when he finds it comforting. And Jayce is a very tactile person. He didn’t hold back from putting a hand on Viktor’s shoulder the very first day they met, and he hasn’t stopped since. Though there was a moment near the beginning of their partnership when someone pointed out Viktor’s (alleged) aversion to touch and Jayce panicked, apologizing profusely for making him uncomfortable, and it took days for Viktor to convince him he really didn’t mind. Because that was the truth, Viktor didn’t mind. Not when it was Jayce.

Of course cuddling on the couch was an entirely different matter.

They’ve never done that before, however, Viktor wasn’t a stranger to the comfort of a warm body next to his either.

From cuddling with his parents for warmth as a kid in one too small bed, to seeking the pleasures of a lover to relieve stress, the warmth of a body next to his undoubtedly had its benefits.

And he and Jayce are friends. It wouldn’t be a big deal.

And so Viktor slowly drops his cane to the floor and lowers one of his knees to the couch, trying to figure out how to arrange himself next to Jayce.

Jayce tries to help but it takes some maneuvering, what with Viktor’s leg and their sleep deprived brains, there are a couple of winces and pointy elbows and just way too many limbs, an “Oof” from Jayce when he earns a knee to his stomach, but eventually Viktor finds himself situated with his back against the back of the couch, his head on Jayce’s chest, right leg on top.

It’s…it’s warm.

It’s nice.

It’s not a big deal.

“Okay?” Jayce checks.

Viktor hums. He can hear Jayce’s heartbeat, feel his breath on his forehead. Smell the musk, the odor of an unshowered body, but he has no right to complain, they both haven’t showered for however many hours or days they’ve been locked in here.

Jayce’s heartbeat and breathing slows, but Viktor cannot slow his racing thoughts. He can feel every point of contact where their bodies are touching. He can feel Jayce’s muscular chest moving under his hand. Jayce’s right hand briefly pets Viktor’s hair before it settles on top of his shoulders. Viktor fights against the urge to burrow closer, to inhale Jayce’s smell, to place Jayce’s hand back into his hair.

Stupid sleep deprived brain. Viktor could have figured such close proximity to a warm body would reduce him to animal instincts. He can only be glad he’s way too sleepy for his nether parts to react as well.

Jayce feels his restlessness. How could he not, pressed so close.

“Viktor,” he whispers, warm breath tickling Viktor’s forehead and despite himself Viktor exhales and melts against that strong chest even more. “You can rest, V, I’ll wake you in a couple of minutes and walk you home.”

My ass you will, Viktor thinks, we’re both gonna fall asleep here, your right side will be completely numb and my back will be killing me tomorrow. He’ll barely be able to stand. But he’s too tired and too comfortable to say any of that now. It’s a Tomorrow Viktor’s problem anyways. This Viktor burrows closer against Jayce’s chest, letting all his worries and all the problems fade, falling into the sweet embrace of sleep.

[salisc00l123]

Timidly approaches

Hoi.... Can u do Hatred (block tales) x reader smut? Take the time you need! And I hope you have a wonderful day!!!!!!

Helloo🐍ts is my second request on here n im happy that ppl like my writing enough to request me things KEK - tfw you fuck ur own emotion🤤🤤🤤

HATRED X READER(GENDER NEUTRAL)

"GIVE IN." -

Touching the GHOSTWALKER,you were forced to cleanse your soul;defeating your negative emotions,of which you BARELY made it through by the skin of your teeth. But now..here you were - on your knees,clutching your side as dark blood oozed out of the gaps of your fingers,painting them a dark crimson red. The room was dark,red patterns everywhere.It felt like a goddamn fever dream.Your sword was dropped at your side,unable to pick it up as you heaved,your gaze weak as you eyed down the large manifestation of your HATRED.

"How..Delightful."

It said all too smoothly,as if you weren't on your last few threads infront of it.

"Abhorred filth before me,writing in pitiful agony with the ichor they bear inside,slowly draining from their core."

It took steps closer to your hunched over form,eerily looming over your weak form and taking the sight in.Your desperate eyes examining the manifestation.

it stood closer,forcing you onto the ground more with a grunt escaping your mouth,a pained one.Your face twisted in a sick display of pain and aggression.The sword was basically right beside your head,why couldn't you pick it up and get it over with?

"So..impure,gross..But I can make you beautiful."

It reached down to grab your chin,pointing your head up to face it again.Your eyes drifted down to between its slim legs,a dark red,maroon appendage that bared a resemblance to a tentacle was pulsating,a slick fluid building at the top.

"I can make you so..so..beautiful..I can cure you of your deformities and negatives."

It cooed falsely,its grip tightening on your chin with the claws digging into your bruised skin.You felt colder,almost as if you didn't have any clothes on all of a sudden.When you looked down;your suspicions were correct.It had made your clothes vanish from your body,each and every piece of fabric.You felt a hot tail wrap around your leg,a sharp pinch like a needle digging into your torso.While you were looking at yourself,it made its way behind you,hovering over you.

"Give in..There's no hope."

It hissed,leaning closer to your face.Before you could quip back with a reply of some sort,it thrusted into you,its hips vernally burying its appendage deep inside of you.

"Ripe..let the HATRED fill your very being.."

It lowly growled.It was being sylphlike in its movements.The tail wrapped around your leg got tighter every time it pistoned in and out of your tightness that was soon to be full with its warm liquid. Your face was contorted in pleasure,watching your manifestation please you..albeit in an unorthodox way.Its thrusts got faster and janky,snapping its slender waist into you.

"I will make you..feel my HATRED internally.."

It snarled in a rough rasp.You let out a soft moan once it picked up the pace.Just then,an eardrum piercing screech came from it,the tail around your leg squeezing as tight as it could as it pained your insides with a considerable amount of viscid vermeil tinted liquid.

"The turmoil in your soul is..delectable."

[starfxkrinc]

Mutt

tfw your boyfriend is also your biggest bully

JJ wasn't a bad boyfriend, not necessarily. he just had his quirks. Possessive? Absolutely. He sat so casually with an arm around your neck you barely even blinked at the feeling of him tightening his hold around you.

He played too much--shoving your face into his armpit until you came out gasping and sweating. Standing idle was a dangerous game with him because he'd find a way to put you in a full nelson, he might even wrestle you to the ground until you were crying and frustrated with the fact he wouldn't let go.

Aggressive? Well you just like to think he's passionate. It's not just you he does it with, it's everyone. Nobody can ever say JJ doesn't have heart, in fact you think his heart occupies the space where his brain should be. It pumps through his veins and fires all his synapses to the point he's always in trouble.

Like now. A hangout can never just be a hangout. You chalk it up to this not being his normal spot, he just doesn't understand the culture cultivated here. This isn't the boneyard, this isn't his house. It's a shitty bar with no name packed tight with drifters and bikers and punks all tracing a familiar path along the premises. The corner booth has a groove you swear you've molded yourself since you've been coming here underage. You think you've paid your tab once. The local band has at least 3 songs about you being kind of a cunt.

In short, this is your territory. That's probably why JJ decides to piss all over it.

Nobody can get too close, the second they do he's there with a tight smile and a death grip on your shoulder. You can see the regulars eyeing him suspiciously, you can see JJ getting antsy.

The whole place is a powderkeg just waiting to go off.

"One fucking night. I just want one fucking night where you keep it cool do you understand me?" You had pulled him off to the side, a death grip on his face as you bring him down to your level.

JJ just smiles that mean smile, eyes already read and darting around, "I'll be a good boy. Scout's honor."

When you let him go, your nails have indented on his cheeks. For once you've marked him and it feels good. And for once you can tell he's trying to behave--he gets you drinks, requests your favorite songs and doesn't pitch a fit when you whoop his ass in pool. There's a tentative ease that you hope stays.

Semms you never get what you ask for, because on your way back from the bathroom, you see an ex fling make their way to you.

Idiot. You try to show your disinterest. You snarl and roll your eyes but all of a sudden his arm is over you and its over. No less than a millisecond later you hear a sickening crack and he's on the floor, bruise already blooming on his cheek bone and it's over.

A beer bottle whizzes past you, all you hear is JJ cursing and yelling coupled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh. Chaos erupts, and the whole bar has turned into a gauntlet in the blink of an eye.

And this motherfucker is laughing. Honest to god laughing as he snatches you up and out the back door as you punch and curse at him yourself.

"Have you lost your rabbit ass mind? I asked for one fuckin night but you're so goddamn evil you have to ruin everything for me!"

JJ shrugs, "I know."

"...You know? What the fuck is your problem?"

He stares for a bit, backing you up onto the side of the building until you're completely shadowed, finds his way to tucking his face into your neck and sniffs, "You smell like him when you come home."

You freeze, "JJ what are you talkin about I haven't done shit with him."

"i know, but he's around. He's too close." He sinks his teeth into your neck, feeling your pulse speed up under his tongue before he pulls back to grab your face in a cruel imitation of your earlier actions, "I got you. You're mine."

The chaos seems to quiet around you, the music and fighting and yelling all disappear when he kisses you this time. Slow and sweet like his teeth arent puncturing the delicate flesh of your lower lip. But you taste all of him, the bleeding of his heart being spit down your throat and in your belly where you feel it burn and bloom back into your chest. When he pulls away the string of saliva can only be disconnected when he licks it clean, and you wish you got it first.

"You're mine," JJ reiterates, dropping to his knees and pushing you tight against the wall, "and it's gonna stay that way."

It can't be right here, just because you're in the shadows doesn't mean you can't be seen. All it'll take is one open door or the highbeams of a truck to put you on display but he doesn't care, he's ravenous he disappears under your skirt to tongue and your clit through the mesh of your panties.

The grip he has on your thighs keeps you trapped, the bite of his rings warming from how hot your flesh is in the muggy air. JJ tugs your panties to the side with his teeth, nipping and tugging at your sensitive lips and clit until you're panting and squirming in his hold. Each stroke of his tongue makes your breath hitch, it's like he's digging at the root of your core when he licks a stripe from your hole to the very tip of your swollen nub. You don't even think he's getting any air.

"Shit, JJ slow down! You need to breathe." You tangle your hands in his hair to wrench him back, only to be met with his hungry gaze--face wet, cheeks flushes with a predatory grin as he tongue trails across his lips to get another taste.

"Don't be like that c'mon," he turns his head and kisses your wrist, then leans forward to kiss your knee, smattering then up to the crease of your thigh, "if I die, I'll die happy." He presses one more kiss to your cunt, deep and slow so he can lick you from to to bottom before you feel his fingers.

There's no starting slow, on instinct he crooks his fingers up with enough pressure you shove your own palm against your mouth.

"There you go, almost there just a little more." He uses his opposite hand to spread you open and he almost looks enthralled by how you swallow up his fingers, each movement causing you to puddle in his palm, "Ain't nobody out here but us, just cum."

The relentless pressure causes you to break with a loud keen muffled into your hand, and he fucks you through it with his fingers knuckle deep and his mouth on your clit just to feel it throb between his lips.

JJ doesn't stop, not until he's wrung three orgasms out of you and soaked the front of his shirt. You have to physically hit him to get him to stop.

"You just never know when to fuckin quit." you pant weakly as he fixes you up, "you're lucky nobody saw us or I'd kick your ass."

He grins again, the same predatory smile from earlier as he wipes his face dry, "Oh nah, someone definitely saw us, hella people walked past."

"JJ what the fuck!"

Laughing, he leans next to you and lights a joint, "You'll get over it."

[nana2009]

tfw no internet, davekat

genetically inherited cape thiefs

pov you were caught escaping your room while grounded

[official-time-loop-posts]

(This is an idea/au for a fandom but im also sending it here because its timeloop thursday)

Pre-Timeloop where the character is intentionally do things to relive a traumatic moment and have control, but something goes wrong and they are knocked out. Luckily, they wake up in their home, “Oh! My best friend must've taken me home” they say as they check their calendar. Today is when they agreed they’d go to the fair in town with their friends, including their Best Friend (our MC is now ‘R’ and Best Friend is ‘B’)

R arrives at the fair and meets up with the group. The fair grounds feel so familiar: The rides, the kiosks, the mediocre food, at some point R starts to feel dread. This feeling is realized when they see one of the wandering clowns eat someone. Panic ensues and R and B run to the house of mirrors to hide; R doesnt know why they take B with them specifically into the house of mirrors. One of those things follows them and B gets slammed into a mirror, dying on impact.

R wakes up, sweating, and is thankful it seemed to just be a dream. They check their calendar… Okay so R just had an anxiety dream about hanging out with friends. They say this to reassure themselves as they get dressed to meet their friends at the fair. It happens the same slightly, R is unintentionally avoiding certain things they remember from the ‘nightmare’ its until B is attacked by a clown out of the blue and dies, when R wakes up in bed again.

“Fuck.” R says, realizing whats going on

(if anyone wants to know the fandom lmk)

tfw you and the boys [gender neutral] get put in the evil clown time loop

(this is a really cool idea!!)