#(ANYWAYS)

[toktopus-art]

who needs season 5 when you can make your own season 5

anyway this is what they were looking up at trust me

[sethisonendgame]

haha noooo…*closes computer that had a work-in-progress-edit on it that made me violently sob a few minutes earlier*

you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

[dailyhmsw]

loop 294

[sp00ky9]

A bit of context for these, I have a hc that vashs earring was originally a part of a pair given to the twins by rem, and when knives lost his faith in humanity, he ripped his out, leaving a permanent gap in his ear

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’ll help you study.”

Will scoffs, only it’s muffled due to the pressing of his face right directly against the battered textbook.

“Ugh,” he groans, or maybe ‘urgh’ or ‘argh’ or just some general kind of growl. Nico is not sure exactly. The paper does a really excellent job of absorbing his misery.

Nico reaches out and very carefully wraps his finger around a curl, and then very carefully tugs Will upright, and out of the book, and then very carefully holds his gaze, and then very carefully, and also slowly, leans in. And smooches him very carefully on his cute little pout.

He goes quite a warm shade of red. Nico, not very carefully, smiles.

“Not helping,” Will complains, although he is fighting a smile also. “See, now I don’t want to study, I want to drive the DeLorean back sixteen years and crush baby me’s skull just a little so I remain illiterate for eternity.”

“You’re so goddamn weird,” Nico says fondly.

“Just a *little*,” Will grumbles. “It’s — ethical if it’s just a little.”

Nico resists the urge to kiss him again. It’ll be a whole thing, he reasons. One kiss will lead to another, and then a third, and then a nineteenth, and then they’ll re-emerge from the Hades cabin in a month to several search parties and Will’s weeping mother again, so best not to. It’s fine. Nico has self control. Nico has discipline.

Will does that thing where he makes his eyes dilate on command and bats his eyelashes just so. Knits his eyebrows so he is on the perfect right side of pathetically needy.

Nico’s discipline laughs all the way out of his body and down the express lane to hell. Rip in peace.

“I don’t even really need a future,” Will reasons. He leans forward hopefully. “You can just buy me a palace somewhere and I can eat grapes in bed forever while you read to me, right?”

Nico swallows. It takes a few tries. His discipline makes a brief reappearance to laugh again, and this time it brings his dignity — impressive, he hasn’t seen that in two years eight months fourteen days and half an hour, not that he has been counting or anything.

“If that’s what you want,” Nico rasps. He quickly tries to recall the various real estate listings Demeter had passive aggressively thrown at him while muttering about millennials these days. There was a palace somewhere in Serra San Bruno, he thinks?? Fuck. That would work. Right? They grow grapes there he is pretty sure.

“You are really very easy to seduce,” Will observes. Some of the exaggerated desolation in his tone has disappeared, replaced instead with the same character his voice gets when he is performing secret and largely immoral experiments on his patients via underhanded waiver he had Connor draft for him. He pokes once at Nico’s cheek. “Like, if I use any of the key sentences you just kind of fold.”

Nico doesn’t know how to respond to the second half of that sentence so he doesn’t. Also, Will smells good.

“Key sentences?”

The light has now fully returned to Will’s eyes. Mostly this is a good thing, except this is also the light Nico has seen reflected in Daedalus’s eyes so there is some concern there. Luckily for Will he’s pretty and Nico doesn’t have principles.

“Yeah! I have a list of phrases I use whenever I need you to do whatever I say.”

Nico ponders this for a moment. He waits for any feelings of disgust or betrayal. When none arise, he accepts the blatant curiosity.

“Really?”

“Mhm! The first one I learned was ‘feel my hands’.”

Nico is yanked roughly back to three years ago on a hill half-dead and heart pounding so loud Lou Ellen side-eyed him from a solid yard away.

“…Ah.” He coughs. “Uh, checks out.”

“I think the main thing is you’re kind of into it when you try to scare someone and they mouth you off instead,” Will continues. “Like, you enjoy snapping at me, but if I roll my eyes your hands get sweaty.”

Interestingly Nico’s hands are currently sweaty. He wonders if Will has any thoughts about the dreams he’s been having where he’s tied to an observation table and completely mute as Will prepares him for dissection. Probably not. Coincidence, as far as he’s concerned.

“I could just like you as a person,” Nico points out. “Maybe I don’t need all the mad psychiatrist shit to get all fluttery. Maybe I just put up with your manipulation because I love you.”

Will levels him with a look.

Nico shrugs.

“Alright,” he admits. “The freak shrink thing is kind of hot.”

Will looks very satisfied. This too must be a carefully planned Pavlov thing, because Nico’s body reacts immediately and viscerally.

“Good,” Will says, with relish. “All the studying I did of you when you first tolerated me was not for nothing, you know. I can track your hormone cycles by sight alone.”

Instead of whimpering, Nico says: “Speaking of studying.”

And Will groans and slumps back on top of his textbook. For extra drama, he keeps sliding until he slides right off the bed and hits the floor. Nico allows this for the drama of it all because if he doesn’t get it out of his system now he’ll start chanting MacBeth’s monologue at three in the morning again, and there are only so many times per months Nico can honestly sit through that.

“You do indeed need a doctorate to do unethical experiments in the name of science,” Nico says apologetically. “Or at the very least your Masters.”

Will makes a very long very deep groaning noise. Nico sighs and tells his body to cool it.

“I don’t *wanna*.”

“You do, really. You keep signing off on deliveries as ‘Dr. Solace’. Oh, yeah, Chiron says quit it, by the way. You’re causing tax fraud.”

“Good,” Will grumbles, into the floor. “Ugh.”

“Come on.” Nico slides on the floor next to him. Will holds out a valiant twelve seconds before sighing and tucking himself into Nico’s side. Nico hides a smile into his hair, gripping him tighter. “I test you, and make out with you for fifteen seconds every time you get one right?”

“…Twenty seconds.”

“Sixteen.”

“Seventeen and a half.”

Nico grins wider, and kisses his hair. He feels Will’s matching grin pressed to his ribs, mostly because it is swiftly accompanied by a bite. “Sold.”

[slimedeamon]

will start this off with, not my cup of tea as a ship, but the people complaining that it was funny until they saw the ship tag are hilarious. like, yall are really gonna tell me you saw him complain about kris potentially licking a new tv in that "draw me like one of your french tvs" pose and didnt assume it was ship art? bc i did.

Confrontation

[xenomortix]

a couple of idia's as a treat but give him the mcr "pool boy at the vampire mansion" shirt

[asmodeusamaryllis]

[zeetheprofessionalprocrastinator]

the way I teleported onto the roof of a 5 story building /j

‼️TW: SUICIDE, BLOOD, GUN‼️

Sorry for this

[jazstudios]

....should i draw more dateables..

[norwayromanoff]

everyone is obssessed w pillow princess reader lol (me included)

so... nat filming r during sex (with her consent ofc) and reader being all shy about it later

18+ “how do you feel about making a video?” natasha asks nonchalantly one day you look up from the book you’re reading. “what? what type of video?” you question, and the subsequent smirk on her face has you flushing immediately. oh, that type of video

and that’s how you find yourself on your hands and knees, pussy on full display for your girlfriend. she grips the camera, fingers tightening around it unconsciously as she stares down at you, aiming it right at your presenting pussy, making sure it doesn’t miss a single detail, zooming in on all of your leaking arousal natasha then zooms back out and situates the camera on the nightstand, positioning your two figures in the frame and angling it to capture everything “you okay?” she asks, and you eye the camera self-consciously but nod your head. with your confirmation, she’s lines herself up, strap prodding at your hole you initially gasp at the stretch, but your sudden intake of breath eventually transitions into a low whine natasha rocks her hips back, letting you feel every inch of her as she pulls out before she’s sinking back in, and when she finally bottoms out, she stills, needing a moment to just look at you, to take in the vision that you are, your bodies flush against one another, your pretty pussy spreading to accommodate her strap. natasha groans, not even trying to stifle the noise. she’s desperate to move, to snap her hips, but she remains still, allowing you to gradually adjust to the size

you’re barely holding yourself up on your hands and knees as is, arms shaking with the effort, so when one of natasha’s own hands makes harsh contact with the soft flesh of your ass, the sound resounding through the room, your elbows easily give out, and you’re falling face first onto the mattress, ass raising even higher as a result, giving her the opportunity to plunge even deeper inside you, her strokes hard and relentless “look at the camera, printessa,” she commands, and with what little strength you currently have, you turn to face it, cheek pressed into the bed, eyes fluttering open momentarily in an attempt to gaze at the small device, to do as she requested, before they’re clenching shut once more as she continues her assault. you feel dizzy with pleasure, and you’re sure you look like a fucked out mess, absolutely wrecked on camera, but you can’t bring yourself to care when one of her hands suddenly grabs at your hip, pulling you back onto her strap in time with her thrusts the room is filled with your cunt's wet, slick noises, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your nonstop moans and whines and whimpers. natasha is well aware that you’re by no means quiet when you two are having sex, but this is a new level of loud, with you crying out every time she’s pushing in. your hips try to rut back into her, try to meet her thrusts, try to help her reach even deeper, but the hand on your hip holds you in place, hindering your attempts and controlling your motions her other hand moves to take hold of your hair, grabbing a fistful of the soft locks, and she drags your head up, arching your back deliciously as she continues to bury herself into you over and over

“alright, detka, you ready?” you bite your lip shyly, nodding despite your clear hesitation, and almost immediately after the video begins, a blush heats up your face, bright pink and unmistakable you can’t help but zero in on the noises, your ears catching each and every one of your moans. unfiltered, unrestrained, and oh so loud. is that really you? do you really sound like that? your cheeks flame further at the footage, eyes shifting away to pointedly avoid watching. just the audio is enough to overwhelm you right now, and you bury your head into the crook of natasha’s neck “trying to hide, are we?” she asks. her tone is teasing, playful, but there’s affection laced in as well. you are by far the cutest thing she’s ever seen “is that really what i sound like?” you mumble into her natasha laughs. “well, it is a recording,” she replies, still playful you only burrow further, nuzzling against her skin, taking comfort in the warmth and solidity of her body, her arms wrapped protectively around you at your lack of response, she glances down, studying you, observing your behavior. you’re physically comfortable curled up in her lap but emotionally anything but, and she tilts your chin up so you two lock eyes “dorogaya, you sound beautiful,” she murmurs, her expression softening at your clear embarrassment, “i love the way you sound, the noises you make, and you better not be thinking even for a second about hiding your sweet little moans from me after this”

[kindahoping4forever]

5SOS @ An Evening With Calum Hood: LA - 21 June 2025

[idon-twannabeperceived]

What in the gringo...

are your eyes brown?

[whiteboardartstudios]

how "walter" came to be

the rest of my stupid (silly) aurora au can be found here

bonus falst under the cut:

[caelumsstar]

severitus my love

ive always particularly enjoyed their bond forming while Harry was older, think second chance at occlumency lessons/confiding about Umbridge

I also tried to add bruising around Harry's eye and arms, not super effective, but this was also meant to be a finally-removed-from-the-Dursleys situation