#aughdhh

[ilumel]

i love when the animators know to put the correct amount of deep abiding sorrow in him

[critai]

4321

[drowsystarlight]

Love in anger

[sunsetsandsunshine]

‼️ TMNT The Last Ronin Spoilers ‼️

Re-reading TLR and omiGOD I wish we got to see more of Casey and Leo’s relationship in the comic. They just seem like best buds and I love that sm- idk- it’s just not something you would be expecting I guess.

A bonehead vigilante and a serious leader? Yeah- definitely no getting along there- they’re WAY too different from each other.

And yet TLR makes it work in just a couple of panels- I LOVE THAT.

Usually it’s Raph and Casey that has the strongest relationship because they’re both loners at a time and shit but here I feel like Leo and Case are WAYYY much more closer- and they actually DIE together in the battlefield and just…OYGHJJJMABSBE

Like- friendship goals man…

[bettysmagichut]

Aughdhh

[l0relaii]

They have clone a willy and clone a kitty and.

thinking about...

using toys of eachother on yourselves.. mututal masturbation style if this makes sense

like

you sitting on Chris's thighs while he uses a replica of his cock as a dildo to fuck you and you using a replica of your pussy as a fleshlight toy and making out together

aughdhh need it

omg anon this is so hot???

you decided to surprise chris with a little present, you bought two kits to replicate your private parts 🌝

and he's confused as hell when you show them to him

"what the fuck is that?"

"your present"

"oh yeah i see that, but what is it?"

"i got it to clone your dick"

"what did you just say?"

"my pussy too"

"WHAAA-?? ain't the real thing good enough for you anymore?"

"oh come on it will be fun!! "

"oh i'm sure of that"

he's reading the instructions over and over again and he binge watches tutorials because he's afraid you're going to mess this up

he's like a little scientist mixing the powders and warm water

ohh he's so adorable when he sticks his dick into a mold :D

when you finally get the results you're.. impressed by how well they tuned out

ohoho and you pamper him that night pumping him with the mold of your pussy occasionally removing it to suck on his twitching tip

he has to lift his glasses back up his nose several times because of his leaned forward position in which he tries to see the way the mold of his cock moves in and out of your squelching cunt while you lean back on his thigh continuing your pumping

"mmfuck babe- this a-ahh fuck this actually feels mm.. kinda nice, you know?"

"mmyeah it does.. i told you it would be fun"

"jesus.. uhh- still doesn't compare to the ahh- the real thing tho"

after that everytime he's in the mood to jerk off and you're not around he uses the mold of your pussy

also, he sends you the nastiest videos with it and in turn you send him videos of fucking yourself with your own mold

[holeforzenin]

you got me w that recent toji n nanami post. my two favs and they're so different in how they fuck you aughdhh bliss. heaven. i need them to use me so bad sobs 😔 you never disappoint ily

Girl they’re both my favs too!!! I love both of them so much and I love the difference in how they’d fuck you and treat you during sex LIKE FUCKK AND THEM AT THE SAME TIME OMGGG

You’re so real for that cause same I’d be their little pet or whatever idk, and thank you bby!! Hehe I’m prob gonna write more threesomes with them bc I lovedddd writing it smm

[patfatcattank]

Sketch of my main oc!?!?!??!

aughdhh I cannot decide on a design for em so literally every time I draw them they look different

BUT THEY R SUPPOSED TO BE NEVERCHANGING IN THE PLOT ‪( ;ᯅ; )

[a-dark-sanctuary]

Hey so I told Mav I was going to kill off Ritsu and Pirro in the Scrambled au. They cried so I’m going to run it by you.

What if I kill off Ritsu during Trousseau’s fun Poison Attack on Ku and have him die trying to save as many lives as possible, what if he dies with his family and friends around him?

What if I kill off Pirro who shields Agnea from getting involved with darker forces. What if I had his last words he him telling Agnea to get out of New Delsta and leave behind the crooked life, and go and live out the dreams of being a star dancer?

What then Bean?

KIWI I WILL CRY REAL TEARS AND THROW YOUR PLUSHIE ASS INTO THE WASHING MACHINE

AUGHDHHS…….. KU GETTING HIT WITH THE POISON RAIN INSTEAD OF THE FIRE, SO HIKARI’S HOME IS STILL DESTROYED…… PIRRO HELPING AGNEA UNTIL HIS LAST BREATH…………. AAAAAAA

[hrtley]

alright bed time me thinks

[the-orion-inexpirience]

HSHDAH ugly crying rn no one touch me

This is aUugghHsh i can't even words rn aughdhhs ueuuuuueeeeeeuueuuu ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

YEA YOU GO OP, IT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES-

Snapshots of Domesticity

Grelle Sutcliff x gn reader!

As a celebration for getting past @transfemswagbracket 's 1st round, I decided fuck it why not get this Grelle x reader fic out of my brain

Slight content warning for reaper backstory stuff. It's only slightly discussed but still some tw for mentions of suicide. But it's fluffy overall!

It wasn’t always easy dating a grim reaper, but you had grown accustomed to it, in a way.

It didn’t stop you from worrying as you stared out the window at the rain that pelted the London streets. It was pitch black out and the harsh wind made the rain almost pour sideways. Yet, in a perfectly-timed flash of lighting (to this day you didn’t know how the very world around her complimented her flair for the dramatic) your lover stood in the doorway.

“I’m guessing you got caught in the rain,” you commented, quickly getting up to remove her long crimson jacket, now sopping wet.

“What led you to that astute observation?” Grelle responded sardonically, exhaustion seeping into her voice as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Hard day?” you asked, your voice soft. You handed her a towel to wring the rain out of her fiery red hair.

“What else is new? They always work us to the bone, rain or shine. You have no idea, darling. I mean, I’m happy you have no idea how this feels, but still…” she sighed.

You scooted a chair so that you could sit next to her, her still-damp head falling to rest on your shoulder. Of course you didn’t know how she felt in her eternal punishment. You often mentally cursed the wretched system that punishes those who were already suffering. Those who are now reapers only wanted a reprieve from the weight of this world. In return, a far heavier burden is placed on their backs. A punishment for feeling pain. There are few things in this world that seemed more cruel.

“Come here, sweet girl…” you say, your arms open wide.

Grelle immediately wraps her arms around you, finding solace in pressing her face into the crook of your neck, even though it makes her glasses press uncomfortably against the bridge of her nose. She takes comfort in how your hands card through her long red hair. After everything that she has been through, after everything she has done, you still hold her in your arms like it is where she belongs most in this world. And sometimes she thinks it is.

Grelle often finds herself thinking about what she has done, where she has been in her life and her afterlife. And all of it feels worth it when she gets to come home to you. She often cannot believe that she has somewhere she calls home after everything. Someone who she falls asleep with every night and wakes up next to every morning. Someone who helps her put on her makeup in the morning when she doesn’t have the energy to do so herself (even if you tend to smudge her lipstick one way or another).

You were one of the first people to tell her that you thought she was beautiful. You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The sky is blue, the sun rises in the East, Grelle is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Your words of kindness to her rest on the line between fact and poetry. And it is more than she could ever ask for.

But in this moment, you rest in your shared kitchen, in your shared home. You wait for her to remove her head from the crook of your neck, but you know she will not let go of you as you walk into your shared room. She would never give up the kindness of your touch, a kindness she is still so unused to. With her in your arms, it feels more like a dance than a walk, with the way you sway from side to side and the way her arms encircle you.

“Darling, you should change before we sleep. You don’t want to sleep in your wet clothes,” you say.

“But I don’t want to let go either. I want to stay in your lovely embrace!” She protests with her usual dramatic flair.

But eventually she relents. Re-entering your room in her long, flowing white nightgown. Typical for the current fashion.

And with that she returned to her sanctuary nestled against you. With her head buried in the crook of your neck and your legs tangled together. Her glasses sat atop your book on the nightstand, a snapshot of domesticity that still made your heart feel tender. And the girl in your arms smelled like home, like roses and iron and the coffee she so often drank. You could only watch with love as her eyelids fluttered closed over her chartreuse eyes

“I love you, darling.” she murmured, already half-asleep.

“I love you too, Grelle.” You responded with ease, the same way you’ve said over and over again.

You blew out your bedside candle and pulled her closer, listening as her breathing evened out. You closed your eyes and drifted into sleep, knowing that you would wake up to your favorite sight in the world.