#and ib ;-;

[mhaikkun]

was feeling antsy about doing a color palette challenge so I made my own!!! you know the drill: pick a number, name a character, and I'm on it >:3c

you don't have to pick characters from any of these, but the likelihood of me drawing out your suggestion increases if they're from: dungeon meshi (I'm an anime-only consumer so no spoilies please!), jack jeanne, and persona 3 (esp femc, but other persona games work too)

[pppuri]

bizarre places with peculiar people

[fleshinstinct]

ao oni comic

[visenyaism]

European recipes make me feel like Walter white

American recipes: [3 page story about how their mamaw used to make this for them during the depression] so you’re gonna smack a stick of butter in there and then put a cup or two of flour until you feel like it’s dry enough. Be generous with the sugar. You’ll know when. Get a healthy amount of molasses and an egg in there and then mix up with your hands until it’s nice and crumbly. If you’re feeling fruity you can add vanilla extract here if you’re tough like they are where I come from cornmeal will do. Add water to taste and texture. If you’ve struck big it can be milk. Put in cast iron skillet blow it a kiss and bake until golden brown. Let cool until you get tired of smacking a bunch of little hands away from having a taste.

European recipe for essentially the same thing: You. Worm. Get out your little scale. You need 147 grams of flour. no more no less. 133 milliliters of fresh milk. 27 grams of white granulated sugar. If an extra granule ends up in the mixing bowl someone from Brussels will be by to administer the proper regulatory fee in 48 hours. Whisk together for 139 seconds exactly and titrate 3ml extrait de vanille into the bowl using an eye dropper before baking at 231 Celsius for 26 minutes. If you deviate from this in any way the food will be inedible and your fine will double. 

[disabled-bug]

I’m so proud of people living with chronic health conditions. That shit is HARD. Idk who needs to hear this, but if no one else has said it: I’m proud of you. You’re sticking it out through so much pain and grief. That’s no small feat.

Every small thing you do for yourself health adds up. The grief is heavy and it comes from a place of love. The grief knows the pain is wronging you.

I’m proud of you. I hope on the good days you can be proud of yourself.

Keep going.

[desultory-suggestions]

Sending love to everyone who has health issues or chronic pain in parts of your body that aren’t usually socially acceptable to talk about. It’s frustrating to feel like you can never explain your pain to someone because it’s TMI and to feel like you have to hide it. Your pain is nothing to be ashamed of. I see you, and I’m sending you support and strength.

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ creep!nerd!jo has a bad habit. he knows it's bad. he feels bad before he does it, and after. but, during? during, he feels great. during, he feels like he's on top of the moon, a euphoria like no other.

if he's being honest, sometimes, a pair of your dirty old panties isn't enough. it should be, it's a lot, everything — to him, at least. sometimes, he needs more. sometimes, everything isn't quite enough. it's a deep, almost animalistic need.

a need to sneak into your room at night, while you're fast asleep. you're a heavy sleeper, he's found. a need to make his way onto the edge of your bed, watching the soft rising and falling of your chest. a need to quietly palm himself through his sweatpants, another hand over his mouth, concealing his whimpers.

if you couldn't tell, he's never been good at keeping quiet.

it should be concerning, how hard he's clenching his jaw, as to not awake you with his noises, when his warm hand meets his angry, leaking tip. he smears the pre-cum, feeling it drip between his fingers. gently letting his eyes fall shut — letting himself pretend it's you. your tight, pretty cunt he's buried in, one that undeniably clenches around him.

it was a sinful scene; his muffled moans, glasses slipping down his nose, all the while he's stroking himself to the sight of his unknowing, naïve roommate. he's grown accustomed to it, now. it's like a twisted ritual he preforms overnight, hours after you've passed out.

"oh- fuck, fuck, fuck..." he'd murmur, and thus followed a string of your name. and, yeah, it doesn't feel bad, not as thick ropes of cum shoot out, covering his pale thighs in a sticky, white coat.

it's not quite the real deal, but it's a step closer. well, until it's not. until, even that, doesn't satiate his hunger. cut to him, impatient and needy, hovering over your face, panties stuffed in his mouth. balls slapping in your face, as his wrist is jerking down his length.

he can see the curve your lashes, the arch of your lips. the way your hair falls oh-so nicely across your pillow. the headboard might just splinter, what with how hard he's gripping it.

your mouth is parted, as if ready to take whatever he was about to give you. you let out a little hum, a sound of sleep, but if he closes his eyes, it's just like a little moan, and the though pushes him off the edge.

his seed spurts onto your blanket, and the top of your chest. it paints the lower half of your face, a trace reaching your bottom lip. it slips into your mouth, and he curses, breathing hard. the sight of his cum-soaked soulmate, right there, laid out in front of him.

the warmth of it stirs you, and your breath hitches. you instinctively wipe at it, tiredly knotting your brows, because, what's the salty taste?

click.

your eyes shoot open, darting around until they land on the figure in front of you. lanky and shaking, glossed over look in his eyes. tip of a cock that's, hardening in real time, shoved in your face. and, above it all, a familiar face—

"...'toru?"

[swhore]

⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀⠀⠀🍵ൃ⠀⠀⠀⠀我變得⠀⠀⠀⠀.˳˳.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂂 𓂂⠀⠀⠀⠀Girls⠀Never⠀Die⠀⠀⠀🐌

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཐ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀🍸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♪⠀˚ 𑄹⠀⠀⠀⠀࿚

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[lovestrruuck]

gotta be my stupidest post yet… ok back to working on finals

[rwsdarw]

got sick recently so here sillies

[flutterdashes]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 ⠀⠀ ❦︎ ⠀⠀ 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛

⠀ .⊹　 *　❀　⊹ 𓈒　˚ 　.　❀ 　* 𓈒⠀ ⊹ ⠀.⠀❀ ⠀𓈒 ˚ ⊹ 𓈒

[krowtesque]

happy birthday to ib!!

[iztea]

don't shoot corpses in vain

[fleshinstinct]

ao oni and his new friends

[lotussart]

pov: you are narinder