#for the bit teheheh

[half-squeak]

Might finally post my Kelsey art in hopes that teeny the teen binder anon asks me to draw himmmm

[thatpinkbetch]

Midoriya finally caving (to his own desires) and agreeing to join Bakugou's agency as a pro hero, only to be taken by surprise when Dynamight tells him he has to go through the rigorous interview and audition. Its a little weird, seeing as how Bakugou has been practically begging him to join, and now he has to do this just to get in. But, well, Midoriya figures it's only fair to the other interviewees.

Meanwhile, Bakugou 100% plans to hire him, this is just his excuse to spar with Deku for the first time in forever.

[throatofdelusionincarnate]

Would.

Hi Scarlet Hollow nation, I’m being completely normal about Dr. Joan Kelly I promise (I’m lying)

I want to make it clear that I don’t condone her actions. She is a horrible woman who caused irreversible trauma to her son and she should be held accountable for it. People do insane things when they are scared and I think that’s especially true for her. I know a lot of people are like “If Reese was my son I would figure out coping methods to prevent him from becoming a monster.” And sure! Maybe you would! But logically, I think watching your virgin birth child’s bones crack and reform would psychologically fuck you up. ESPECIALLY when it mainly happens when he’s mad. Like!! Imagine telling your son no to staying up late and he morphs into a creature that can easily overpower you and kill you because he’s unreasonably pissed. We don’t know what Reese was like in those three other instances. While he’s generally just kinda depressed now, we’ve seen first hand how his emotions take over when he’s angry.

And don’t come at me. I know that Reese becoming a monster is a metaphor for neurodivergence and mental illness! I also love his character and could write a novel on him because I think he’s great! However, within the physical world of Scarlet Hollow, he literally transforms into like an 8 foot tall monster who can unhinge his jaw and murder people. While from our perspective, it may be something to examine and find the symbolism in, from the Scarlet Hollow perspective he is akin to a massive predator with magical powers.

I just think it’s important to recognize that Joan is also a victim of the horrible town of Scarlet Hollow. The methods which she uses to survive are NOT ok. Again, i want to make it clear that I DONT condone her poisoning her son. Still, I can see why she felt the need to do what she did. She is a complicated character, as are all of the Scarlet Hollow NPCs.

Back to being silly now! I also like her because she’s hot and I would let her commit acts of medical malpractice on me <3

[the-pale-chancellor]

No Magister Scylla was hurt during the recording

[parsapuff]

i LOVE LOVE LOVE how when showing off cc you actually make the natlan and sumeru casts poc i cannot explain how exhausting it is seeing black and brown cultures being paraded around by characters the color #ffffff, especially since i'm mexican 😭

@cruxsims actually takes most of my photos so the thanks go there! <3 I edited Mualanis, Kachinas and Candaces thumbnails to actually have darker skin tho (Got lazy with the rest of the cast </3 Maybe I should update them actually)

Legit half of the cast looks so much better with actual color on them it's so sad that genshin has a huge colorism issue 😭 (Chasca is definitely one of the biggest criminals cause her pale skin actually looks so off with the rest of her colors)

I'm actually planning on making textured hair for Candace too 🙏💖💖

[plutopri]

James and I had a new oc idea~ he's a normal little guy who got involved in an alien species plan to populate his planet.

Also Kanna's new new boyfriend I guess? Surprise!!!

[maleficore]

There's a book I found in the game that tells a story of two adventurers who set out into the underdark in hopes of finding an ilithid colony and slaying an elderbrain. They get killed instantly in the end because the psionic wave the elderbrain directs at them is just that powerful, which is what got me thinking.

It would be much smarter for the Netherbrain to just kill everyone at the morphic pool, but the only casualty of that encounter is Gortash (if he's present of course) because I assume everyone else is under the protection of the prism so they're invulnerable to that kind of attack. Protection that the Emperor is capable of granting at will, but one that he does not extend to him be it out of the need for revenge or spite, or simply because after getting Gortash's netherstone he has no real use for him anymore. It doesn't really matter in the end, but what does matter is...

Does Durge pick up on it? Do they realise that the only reason Gortash is dead is because the Emperor, not them, decided he should die? If they do, oh man. I really don't think the party will even get to hear the "assimilate Orpheus" plan. The Emperor is dead the moment everyone gets yanked into the astral plane, even if Durge does not strike him down instantly.

The way I picture it is that at first they seem calm, but get angrier and angrier by the moment as the Emperor tries to divert their focus away from Gortash and towards their shared goal. And even though they do not remember much, they have this instinctual knowledge that Enver's life was theirs to take. It was not something the Emperor should have been allowed to steal from them. After they yell that at the mindflayer -- the words slipping past their lips without much conscious input, out from somewhere beyond the veil obscuring their memories -- I don't think it would take long for Durge to snap, but I don't think they would use a blade to slay him.

All the raw hatred, pain and rage... is there a better fuel for a Power Word Kill spell?

[chanrizard]

the gigglerrrrrrr

[the-brainrot-central]

*discreetly slides this across the table to you* pspspsps here. Eat.

I UPDATED YAY

[enluv]

hello! I’ll be pretty BUSY* again today, not sure what time I’ll be getting home so just wanted to give everyone a heads up! i hope you all have a good day, muah kiss!

[seventhcallisto]

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

[dogsrot]

have those for now cuz I sadly have to work on some homework now sigh <33

[springbon-t-art]

Someone told me to do this, I can't remember who though...

Anyways...

Tehehehe!

Now tell me, what does this say about me? LMAO

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This was fun to make! You guys now get to know me a bit better! (you already knew all this XD)

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[susgas-shenanigans]

have a handful of Rika gifs from the recent episode tehehehe

theyre a bit shit because of the 10 mb limit sorrry

[girl-lostconnection]

Tehehehe thinking thoughts of helldivers getting a moment to relax for once in their life and gathering up at one spot as almost like a small party, except the helldivers are being rough and rowdy with each other like how wolf/dog packs are rough and rowdy while playing, they’re trying to be playful and friendly but being out of practice on proper socialization so they can get a little too rough but they all mean well.

Even funnier idea of the 141 witnessing just a giant pack of Helldivers, maybe in and out of suits. Some of the helldivers even bringing along their ‘runts’ (cadets they’ve taken under their wings) to get them to befriend other divers so their existence would be less lonely

God, this is so cute. I love this idea so much, thank you for bringing it to me😭

Initially it was planned to be just a small gathering, few Helldivers that offered to bring you in some of their old manuals that you were collecting. But somehow along the way some of their little charges slipped onto your ship as well and then other’s on the orbit slid closer.

It was a rare thing for Helldivers to have any kind of gatherings, you weren’t the ones who were regularly invited on military parades, you weren’t ones who were invited on official military parties so you made do with what you had.

So you didn’t really have time to warn the 141 about the impromptu party that took place. And frankly, you got a bit carried away in the process.

A pack of cadets now circling your “Stratagem Hero” and Engineering compartment of the ship, whose “no way” and “lemme try, scoot over, McMillan” you could hear on the other side of your steel home.

Few Helldivers in civilian clothes, helmets propped up on a bench in your armoury, capes hanging off the chairs, eyes crinkling with laughter.

Others who even in armour pulled as much of it off as they could without actually getting naked, pulling off gauntlets and gloves and helmets and heavy chest/back plates.

For one evening you weren’t mutts of the military. For one evening you all were people again.

Helldivers always in their armours and always covered from head to toe don’t get a lot of physical contact on daily basis, so to have a little gathering with others just like them was more than welcomed. You could see the invisible itch that scratched everyone here from inside — hands smacking shoulders too hard, wrestling and roughing each others up.

Go too long without proper socialising and you forget how it’s done.

But on here, in the armoured belly of your ship it didn’t matter. You were all Helldivers. A mutual understanding brought out of years of hardship, of loneliness.

So when little runts wiggle their way to tuck themselves to the side of divers that brought them no one’s going to say a thing.

Physical contact is so rare for your branch, you people make a habit of always biting off more than you can chew. Just to save it up for later, savour it until there’s nothing but memory of salt of someone’s skin on your tongue.

Until there’s only memory of memory of how it feels to have a palm on your back or nose pressed to your throat. Knowing that you won’t get it torn out.

You don’t even notice the 141 at first, because the moment you get somehow free there is a new diver literally scooping you up, grinning from ear to ear, squeezing you until ribs protest, until you hiss, kicking. Just to ease their hold and laugh in your shoulder, smacking your back with more force than necessary.

Smooching kisses on your cheeks and jaw, exchanging stories, reminiscing about the past.

You are a rowdy loud bunch. Too touchy and too powerful for your own good, a big pack of starved wolves that for one evening are getting it all.

Eating until you feel sick, kissing until you are lightheaded, wrestling and smacking each other until the body feels more of a bruise than anything really.

You whisk Kyle in time because god, he’s so pretty with his easy smiles and warm demeanour and your pack are starved wolves and they will lick his meat off the bone, they will suck the bone marrow out if he’s not careful.

They mean well, they don’t know he’s not one of them. They don’t know he doesn’t share the same bone deep hunger, the same madness crawling under the tips of his nails.

Still one of the younger charges gets a rough smack on his shoulder. The lad is fairly young but he’s drunk on happiness and hazy with good company, he doesn’t know his own strength — too used to being around monsters that your branch is.

The smack makes Gaz sway, his eyes sharpening as he snaps his head back at the cadet.

You tut your lips at him and practically drag the man to the rest of TaskForce.

You know that they don’t really get it. That it seems too much, too rough, too loud. Fraternising is frowned upon everywhere.

Everywhere but here.

Average lifespan of Helldivers in the field is less than half a minute. On your ship there are people who lived years in the field and came back.

Wrong and twisted and too rough around the edges, stripped of all the humanity until there was nothing but white of their bones to remind that they are people.

You are exactly the same.

So you rub Kyle’s shoulder, your grip is too hard, your hands are too heavy for him not used to being manhandled, urging him to get back to his team. Practically herding him back.

It might’ve not worked with anyone else, but surprisingly Gaz lets you do just that, his own hand carefully wrapping around your waist. He’s not sure how much is okay, he’s not sure what to do.

You stray from being too close to him, to any of them really. You maintain careful distance, you sit behind your walls, you don’t let anyone close.

Johnny watches an older Helldiver pad his way to you, breathing out something in your ear, rubbing his knuckles on the nape of your neck, fingers circling around the scruff of it and you, who twitches when any of them gets too close, fucking melt into touch.

Like that’s the only form you know how to take it in. Like you don’t remember there is any other way.

Simon’s head tilts to the side, eyes heavy when one too many divers smack you around for his comfort, but you don’t ask for help.

You laugh.

He’s not sure any of them heard you laughing before. For some reason the thought stings more than he expected because yes, you let them onto the ship and into the armoury and to your control panel.

But did you really let them in? Are they inside?

Because Price can see the way smaller divers — young, if he can judge by uniform so crisp it feels like they got it issued a few days ago — hug their cuteness aggression on you, yelping when you suddenly hoist some of them up in a bridal hold.

Giggling entirely too unserious when you show how you can pick two of them at once.

You herd Kyle back to his team and suddenly he understands why.

They aren’t meant to be here. They may be in, but they didn’t get the invitation to step behind your barricades. They didn’t earn it yet.

You don’t trust them to handle what you have.

So he nurses one god awful beer, Soap propping His chin on Kyle’s shoulder, relaxing when he sees two very much male Helldivers kicking the doors behind them shut — already dismantling each other’s armour, kissing with so much teeth it’s a miracle they aren’t bleeding yet.

“Wild bunch”, Simon comments, but there’s no edge to his voice, just quiet gruff realisation. Same one Gaz had when he watches one too many divers hug and smack and kiss and hold you.

When he watches you grin and double down on their advances, eyes shining and grin so wide it’s a miracle your face hasn’t cracked.

He tenses up only when one of the older Helldivers slides next to their team, swatting the younger charges away from him, cooing something in their ears when he sends them to the other side of the ship.

“I know what’cha think of us”, the man suddenly says and there’s no malice in his voice but something in his tone makes it clear that he knows. They aren’t meant to be here.

They are not Helldivers. It’s not their gathering.

“Pack of feral animals, eh?”, the diver continues, eyes so heavy it could bend the steel, edge of his mouth a little sharper than before. There’s exhaustion itched in every line of his face.

There’s hunger dripping off his molars when he grins down at shorter diver across the room.

“Think it’s your and your men’s business how you relax”, Price hums, eyes just as heavy when he tilts his head to the side.

He’s not sure he fully understands Helldivers as a brunch but he definitely understands them as soldiers. Seen the same starved mad look before in the eyes of men who were less human than he’d like.

“Half of this room will be dead in a few months”, the man suddenly says and John can feel blood flowing back, chill running down his spine as he turns his head to the diver. Man looks suddenly calm, almost peaceful as he announces it.

“We rarely get out, Captain. We lose way too many of ours down there, we lose even more up here”, Helldiver taps his temple, grin a little too feral, a little too pained. Like there’s glass digging in his gums with every word he says. “But we need something to remind that we are still here. Still human. Still alive”

There’s heavy silence in their corner, stark contrast to booms of laughter and playful wrestling and occasional sparrings with way too many stray touches.

“Little runts need to have someone to fall back on if me or captain of this bird suddenly find ourselves bleeding out in a shithole no one wants to go down to”, diver continues like it’s a completely normal thing and Soap tightens his arms around Kyle. “It’s a good thing we got out for some celebration. Don’t get too many of these in our line of work”

The man’s silence is heavy for entirely too long moment before he hums, eyes distant as he flicks his lighter on and off in long scarred fingers.

“Never thought I’d be one for religion, you know. But sometimes…sometimes I get why these angels fell, you know?”, he murmurs, watching the young divers play arcade, watching laughing divers smack each other one too many times before they finally allow themselves to hug it all out.

“Always an angel and never a god.”, the diver chuckles but there’s no amusement in it. “Wonder how they felt when they realised there’s nowhere higher to go. If they hurt just as badly. One too bitter of a thought it is on a night like this one”, the man shakes it off like a big dog would water and grins at Price.

Big and slightly feral, he smacks John’s shoulder a touch too hard than necessary and jogs off, throwing over his shoulder.

“Welcome to the party, gents. Enjoy people watching, might not get another chance to see this many ‘live Helldivers”

[thirteenheavens]

heyy beautiful !!!

Congratulations on your 1K !! Love your fics btw 😘

Was wondering if you could write love-making with DK

(With a pinch of aftercare)

Feel free to ignore if uncomfortable 😚😚

LOVE YAA😘💗🎀🫶🏻

Notes: finally a dk fic my ult bias guy teheheh enjoyyy

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Dokyeom pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he walked over to the bed. He sat down and gently laid you down, his hands running up and down your arms in a soothing gesture.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with love and adoration. "And so perfect." He began to kiss you softly, his lips gentle and tender against yours. His hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns on your skin as he kissed you slowly and deeply. As the kiss continued, Dokyeom's hands moved lower, his fingers massaging your muscles and easing any tension in your body. He pulled back slightly, his lips trailing a path down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.

"You're so tense," he murmured against your skin. "Let me take care of you." Dokyeom continued to lavish you with gentle touches and kisses, his fingers working out any knots in your muscles. He could feel the tension slowly leaving your body as he tended to you, his touch filled with love and care. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he massaged you, his words of praise and affection making your heart flutter. Dokyeom finally finished the massage, his hands resting on your hips as he looked down at you. He smiled softly, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "You're so relaxed now," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You deserve to feel good."

"Thank you," you said, your voice filled with contentment. "That was amazing. I feel like I'm floating." Dokyeom chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm glad I could make you feel that way," he replied, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. "You deserve to feel loved and taken care of." Dokyeom continued to kiss your face, his lips moving across your forehead, cheeks, and nose. He showered you with affection, each kiss filled with tenderness and love. "I love you so much," he murmured between kisses. "You're everything to me." Dokyeom's voice was low and sultry as he whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Will you let me make love to you?" he repeated, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your earlobe. "I want to show you just how much I love and adore you." Dokyeom's voice was filled with desire as he spoke, his hands roaming over your body. "I just want you so badly," he confessed, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist. "I need you, right now."

"I want you too," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I need you to make me feel good." Dokyeom's smile widened at your words, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good," he said, his voice husky. "Because I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make sure you feel every bit of pleasure I can give you."

He gently rolled you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. He looked down at you, his gaze filled with lust and love. "You're so beautiful," he said again, his hands tracing the curves of your body. "I could look at you all day and never get tired of it." Dokyeom's hands moved lower, slowly removing your clothes, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone.

"I love the way you respond to my touch," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "The way you shiver and arch into me." Dokyeom's lips moved up to your ear as he spoke, his voice a sultry whisper. "Can I eat you out, baby?" he asked, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to taste you so badly." You nodded, your body already aching for his touch. Dokyeom smiled and began to kiss his way down your body, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your skin.

He paused when he reached your inner thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I can't wait to taste you." Without further ado, Dokyeom's mouth found its way to your most sensitive spot, his tongue licking and teasing you. He took his time, savoring every moment, as he pleasured you with his mouth.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he worked you with his tongue. Dokyeom's movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke of his tongue a testament to his passion for you. He took his time, making sure to drive you wild with desire before finally giving you the release you craved. He knew exactly what you liked, and he used that knowledge to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, his tongue working in perfect rhythm with your body.

As you gasped and moaned in pleasure, Dokyeom reached up to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He held onto your hand tightly, anchoring you to him as he continued to pleasure you. His grip was firm, his touch reassuring and possessive at the same time. Dokyeom's grip on your hand tightened as he felt you responding to his touch even more, your body writhing beneath him. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

He knew he was driving you to the edge, and he was determined to take you over it. Dokyeom looked up at you, his eyes filled with need and desire. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving with effort. "Please," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me." He positioned himself over you, his body hovering above yours as he looked down at you with intense love and passion.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. You looked down at his body, your eyes drawn to his erection. He was hard and ready for you, the tip glistening with desire. He noticed your gaze and smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yes," you whispered, your voice filled with need. "I'm more than ready for you." Dokyeom smiled and leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he positioned himself at your entrance.

He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed into you, his gaze filled with love and possessiveness. You gasped as he filled you, your body adjusting to his size. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. He kissed your neck, his lips trailing down to your collarbone as he began to move slowly, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Dokyeom moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust of his hips bringing you closer to ecstasy. He took his time, savoring the feel of you around him, as he made love to you with all the tenderness and love in his heart.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing and squeezing, as he kissed and whispered words of love into your ear. Your body responded to his every touch, arching up to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as the pleasure built within you. Dokyeom moaned against your skin, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt you clenching around him. He knew you were close to coming undone.

Dokyeom kept his pace slow and steady, even as your body begged for release. He knew that he wanted to draw out this moment for as long as possible, to make it last and cherish every second. He continued to kiss and caress you, his body moving in perfect harmony with yours, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Your breathing became ragged as the pleasure built within you, your body on fire with need. Dokyeom could sense that you were nearing your breaking point, and he quickened his pace ever so slightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

He looked down at you, his eyes burning with desire, and whispered, "Come for me, baby. Let go." Dokyeom increased the pace of his thrusts, his body moving faster against yours as he chased his own release. He was now lost in the moment, consumed by the need to make you both feel good. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he moved, his body driving into you with a fierce intensity. He could feel your body tightening around him, signaling that you were close to coming undone.

You could feel the pleasure building within you like a tidal wave, growing stronger and stronger with each thrust. Dokyeom was driving you closer and closer to the edge, his body moving with a wild abandon. He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he pushed you towards the precipice. The kiss broke, and Dokyeom buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He was now panting heavily, his body slick with sweat as he moved against you.

"I'm close," he gasped, his voice strained with desire. "Come with me, baby. Come for me now." Your body obeyed his command, and you came undone beneath him, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. You clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure as you cried out his name. Dokyeom followed soon after, his own release coming in a powerful burst. He collapsed on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his climax. He lay there, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His body was still pressed against yours, his weight a comforting presence.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin as he came down from his high. Dokyeom slowly pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of your lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his touch tender and loving. He wanted to make sure you were okay and that you knew how much he cared for you.

He continued to hold you close, his hand tracing gentle patterns on your skin. He whispered words of love and praise, telling you how beautiful and amazing you were. He planted soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, his touch gentle and caring. He was fully focused on making sure you were comfortable and cared for after what you had just shared. Dokyeom wrapped a blanket around you, tucking you in snugly. He then got up and grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table, bringing it to you.

"Here, drink this," he said, handing you the glass. "You must be thirsty after all that." You took the glass and drank the water gratefully, feeling a bit weak and tired after the intense lovemaking. Dokyeom watched you with a loving gaze, his eyes filled with tenderness and care.

He took the empty glass from you and set it aside, then laid back down beside you, pulling you close again. Dokyeom pulled you into his arms and snuggled you tightly, his body warm and comforting. He held you close to his chest, his heartbeat a steady and soothing rhythm. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as he stroked your back gently. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and the occasional rustle of the blanket.