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[deliciousobservationbird]

[dismp] how do you love?

Easily and all too quickly…

Deli spins around in her chair at the mayor’s office listlessly. She can see her communicator out of the corner of her eye, notifications piling up and the list of messages she has yet to respond to becoming more and more mountainous. 

For someone who yearns as much as she does, you’d expect her to be better at responding to people. There’s even Team Sunset DMs from ages ago that she doesn’t quite have the heart to open; at least with the notification bubble there she can believe that they’re all back to normal and everything’s good. Because it is good, they’re fine. 

She kicks the desk again and spins with a sigh. She knows she should be glad that people are even seeing her board of plans for public infrastructure, but she didn’t quite expect it to be used to ask her stupid, stupid questions. Deli picks up her communicator and immediately places it back down. She’s fine, she just- She just doesn’t know why she’s even considering the question in the first place.

How does she love? Perfectly well, thank you very much.

She leans back and closes her eyes as if to try and block out the mocking glare of the question on the board. 

She’s always known she loves too quickly, too easily but Deli’s made her peace with that. She has, alright? So what if she falls in love at the slightest glance, almost without provocation? It’s fine, she knows when she needs to cut herself loose and run from it. She can feel when a relationship’s timer begins to run low on sand and she knows what she’s got to do to brace herself from the fallout. But that’s neither here nor there, because the way she loves is fine and she’s not had any problems with it.

There’s Sin, and Sin is easy to be with, easy to team with. Maybe Sin’s gaze seemed inscrutable and intense when she first met him, but now Deli thrives under it. The piercing look and soft words — delightful promises of swallowing Deli whole, keeping her safe and secure under Sin’s watchful eye, spiriting her away from the rest of the server — well, Deli likes their arrangement. She likes how easy it is to trust Sin, to follow her. Sin may despair at her inclination to free her horns from those stuffy helmets, her instincts to blindly go where others are gathering, but there’s acceptance there too. 

(Sin calls Deli his sacrificial lamb once with a dark promise in his eye. Deli shivers with emotions far more complex than delight.)

Deli loves Sin the way the sheep can love a shepard. Angels and lambs are both godly things, you know.

On the other side of the coin there’s Betty…

Their relationship hasn’t necessarily gone sour since the gameshow and the events that followed it but… Well, Deli just misses getting to hang out with Betty. 

She traces the woodgrain of her desk idly as she casts her mind back to simpler times of Betty showing her places around the server, helping her acclimatise to Team Sunset, sitting together in the base as she explained her conspiracy theory of the week and Betty adding in insights she’d never even think to include. 

On that day, deep down in the caves, as Deli lay down on the altar looking up (blindly, trustingly, lovingly) at Betty, as the words she chanted sounded further and further away, she couldn’t help think that she really wouldn’t mind dying like this before all the world went fuzzy. And when it came time to return back to her own body, to take control, Betty’s voice and calming presence was the golden thread she needed to guide her out of the labyrinth. 

When Betty whispered to her about the book, she didn’t really know what to expect. Betty was right It’s been a little while and intentions don’t really matter here but deep, deep down, Deli can’t help but feel like she’d forgive anything from Betty. Betty cared and guarded her as much as she could throughout all sorts of trials, and what kind of a sheep doesn’t love their guardian? 

Deli falls into love quickly, but doesn’t often meet forgiveness in the same way. She’s been burned before and whilst she vowed to harden her heart and be stronger, well at least Betty was honest when she explained why she wanted to leave Sunset. How could Deli begrudge her that? For Betty, Deli learns how to forgive a relationship and not just run away before the fallout.

The sun has already begun its descent when Deli turns to her right to look out of the windows again. She lets her eyes unfocus as her gaze wanders from the far-away lights at spawn to the netherportal peeking through the trees. 

Deli could remember another person that wormed their way into her heart, into her team, and into her nightmares but she won’t. She purposefully doesn’t think of that person. 

It doesn’t really matter how Deli loves, she hates it all the same. She hates the way she’s weak to teasing remarks, the way her cheeks blush at bold flirting, and the way she clings onto memories of times before. Times before betrayal, times before it all went to hell.

Cornflowers are still her favourite flower but she’s less fond of the colour now. Part of her wants to pick a new favourite flower, but that would require admitting that something was wrong, that she was affected by it. She’s fine. Something like that wouldn’t affect her at all. She is doing great, actually.

Deli looks at the empty secretary’s desk and sighs. She felt so stupid for being so trusting, for being so ready to love wholeheartedly, to dedicate herself to someone, that she ignored the twinge in her chest warning her that all was not as it seemed.

Her communicator buzzed again. She swore she was going to actually answer some of her messages before she slept, but the moon was already visible. She had a long night of replying ahead of her.

She scrolls up through her messages, wincing at Chips’ requests to have some actual help with administration and bookmarking Leoo’s intriguing promises about some armour stands for later, to see what the latest buzz was.

Deli sees the name and icon next to the message and instantly feels herself sit upright. Oh, this takes her back. It’s been a while since they last talked, but Deli had hoped that those nostalgia tinted words and reminiscences about old traps meant they’d be receptive to her requests. She reads their words and immediately goes to message Sin —questions about love be damned— she had a lot of work to do.

[retquits]

hi monroe hi 👋🏼👋🏼

[moldieecheese]

would you mind if i ask for a resq abt Miles newton? ☹️☹️ /NF LOVE YOUR ART

HIHIII TYYYY ANONN ‼️😼☝🏼

and i don't mind AT ALLL i love unprompted requests sm /gen

[sengenism]

Your post about Senku being a Gen hater is pure gold, because it's so funny and true. Senku darling, why are you so obsessed with a fake magician? Because that's the real question, why would Gen in particular bother you when there were many similar people in the entertainment world in his time, why not just ignore him and move on? But no, Senku read his books just to criticize him and call him a fake in the stone world, I know you said that Gen's attitude maybe bothers him because it clashes with his own extremely honest personality, but the truth is that just like you said, Senku has no problem with Gen lying and manipulating as long as he's on his side.

omg anon EXACTLYYY! u put my tags/thoughts in such a perfect way THANK YOUU

like lmao yeah senku was SO not amused about being lied and manipulated to. not that he was ever fully a victim of gen's scams but he didn't like it regardless. held that strong negative opinion throughout 3700+ years senku is a #real hater

but then gen starts to turn the manipulation onto others for senku's sake...

(of course, while still making sure to call gen a fraud in his head here though)

and suddenly they're reading each other's minds and scamming other people together

like ??? u've GOT to be kidding me bro be fr

[rottenk1sses]

hiii mommy art donaldson anon here again and i looooved how you writed!! i'm so happy to read more pegging art fics i live for that shit and i absolutely love your writing

and i have silly little idea again hihihi

imagine you're fucking him full with the strap, and he's sooooo stimulated, dumb in your cock repeating everything you tell him. and you play into it for a while, telling him he's a good boy, that he's doing so good for you, you know, the usual. but then a sparkling idea comes to mind.

"you're gonna make daddy come if you keep moaning like that baby, you don't want to become a mommy so soon right?"

i know he would eat that shit up and start calling you daddy in a second

aaah hi hi lovely ! ! thank you so much <3 and i loved your ask, it definitely got me thinking

always happy to write more stuff about pegging art

usually art gets to relax when you’ve got your strap inside his guts, but tonight is different. he insisted on it being different, actually.

your back is pressed into the wooden headboard as he bounces over your lap, his warm face smushed into your neck as he pants and clings to your body—his hands holding the sides of your torso, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

he’s moaning like he’s got something to prove with you; a sharp cry muffled into your shoulder when he swivels his hips just right and gets his prostate bumped by the tip of the silicone rod. every time he slides back down the length of it, he lets out the prettiest “aah”.

“i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go faster,” you whisper into his hair. one of your hands moving from his rear to stroke the nape of his neck. he swallows; you can feel his adam’s apple bob.

“faster?” he whines, automatically grinding quicker over the toy which only forces him to start whimpering between the rest of his usual gasps and groans.

you beam.

“fuuuck, artie.. god, you’re so good at this..”

the praise goes straight to his belly and boils its way up to his neglected, aching cock.

“mmngh, hngh—hngh—hngh, can i touch?”

such an obedient little thing he is when he gets like this. it’s precious.

“want me to?”

he nods before the words are even fully out of your mouth. you reach down and wrap a hand around his thick appendage, and he immediately jolts in your grasp, rocking faster and faster over the dildo. you scoop up the precome that’s been seeping from his tip for the last ten minutes and use it to start pumping him rhythmically.

his head snaps up from your shoulder and his back arches beautifully—his toned abdomen clenching and twitching as he clearly fights the orgasm that’s just seconds away. his balls draw up in the next moment. he hiccups around a broken sob.

but now that he’s pulled away, you get a view of his chest too. his pecs. the way they bounce with each of his movements. hm. it sparks something in you that’s all-too-familiar now.

“shit,” you suddenly groan, your voice lower and raspier than before, “if you keep that up, you’re gonna make daddy come.. and you don’t want to be a mommy yet, do you?”

and those perfectly-timed words are all that it takes to send him hurtling into his climax at full-force. blinding white pleasure thrumming through his entire body as he clutches at yours and wails, slamming himself down once more and letting his orgasm shoot out and into your touch. he doesn’t care that he can’t really get pregnant, because in that moment, when you’ve got his head spinning and his cock throbbing, he almost believes that he can. yes, he wants to be a mommy, he wants you to get him pregnant with your strap, that’s all he wants..!

“im c-cumming,” he shakes, as if you didn’t already know, your fist still stroking him as the prickles of overstimulation begin to creep in.

“gonna put a kid in you, baby,” you can’t help but rasp, deliriously and empathetically stuck in your lover’s pleasure.

and it’s damn near enough to make him meet his end.

[featheredcrowbones]

I thought your drawing of the Obey me Characters where if they were all girls.

I got to Thirteen before I realized this was not in fact, a genderswap.

[buckxtommy]

Bucktommy for 12.making out against the rescue helicopter (lets be honest that exactly where those “flying lessons” will lead)

exactly how those flying lessons actually went 😌 [wip]

added my twist to the prompt, which is tommy smiling into the kiss– sth i can totally see him doing <3

[thetomorrowshow]

You wanted flower husbands, so here are some head cannons I have

Although Scott is very overprotective of Jimmy, he doesn't often stand up for himself, but luckily for him, Jimmy will (basically the meme of "he asked for no pickles")

They are both very overprotective of the other. They would kill for each other.

One of their dates post life series was killing homophobes together.

They often wear flower crowns and in empires they had matching ones that were preserved by magic.

Jimmy steals Scott's clothes. Scott steals Jimmy's jewelry

In empires, Jimmy could talk to Scott's owls and Scott never knew, he thought they just approved of Jimmy, Jimmy would ask them for gift advice for Scott

Scott: jimmy it's literally fine i'll just wipe it off!! see it's--

Jimmy: hE ASKED FOR NO MUSTARD,,, HOLD MY STANLEY

but also

Scott: don't you EVER speak to my husband like that again. You hear me????

Jimmy, tugging on his sleeve: scott babe please sit down it's just grian

flower crownhusbands..... i think they both wear poppy flower crow s but jimmy mixed with his green skin kinda looks christmas like and the other emperors make fun of him for it

CANON scott loves jewelry!! jimmy likes warm things scott likes sparkly things. jimmy's building them a nest while scott bedazzles it... crow boy

I'm imagining jimmy chirping and cooing at the owls and scott just thinks he's acting like humans meowing at their cats right?? but actually jimmy's like "NO BETHANY I CANT GET HIM A DEAD MOUSE HE WONT LIKE THAT"

[missdynamighttt]

Giggling screaming waiting for the bakugo with breeding kink ask on ur waitlist

AHHHH OHMYGOD GIVE ME A MINUTE TO COOK IM WORKING ON IT 😵‍💫

[alanide-arts]

[1/2] FELLOW WERNER FAN! :D Your art of him has cleared my skin and watered my crops! I feel the need to share this mental image with you, since I think you’d get a kick out of it. When I was testing his explosives out in the field for the first time and Werner whooped with glee over it, I got flashbacks of that scene from The Martian - the one where Watney is trying to synthesize water on Mars.

That's so funny he would definitely do that ahgjdfsngjkh

Father of Wyvernfire and millions of zennies' worth in structural damage 😭😭😭

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for being innocent of telepathic mass murder?

This past month has been kind of nuts. I was accused of being a mass murderer by a private investigator based on a few coincidental clues he had, one of which is my association to his second suspect. He arrested this suspect due to physical evidence, who also insists she's my girlfriend (she's not, by the way! She just showed up at my house once by stalking me online, I don't know what her deal is!)

I guess he was so persuasive I was his primary suspect/her leader that I desperately submitted myself into monitored confinement to prove that I wasn't telepathically killing people without realizing it. It was impossible for me to kill without access to information of the mass victims, but all it seemed to do was make the detective more suspicious of me! He even got my father to shove a fake gun in my face to test if he'd be killed telepathically in my defense (he wasn't, because I'm not a magic murderer!).

So now the detective has locked me and this weird girl inside his headquarters and won't let either of us outside until we can hunt down who is currently (has always been) doing all the mass murders. I thought this lockdown would definitively prove I'm at least innocent, but this guy fucking handcuffed himself to me and still insists I'm the murderer but I "most likely just don't remember it." The rest of his team don't know what to make of it either, but he's their boss, so...

AITA? I think I'd know if I killed hundreds of people, even if the "world's greatest detective" says I don't, so I'm really starting to feel like I'm being gaslit. ((P.S., if you caught me posting this, just because I know how to hack through your monitoring system in headquarters does not make me a murderer! If you comment, I swear to god I'll punch you in the nose a second time.))

[squib-fandoms]

CAMP HEARTTHROB OC!!

I don't have a name for her yet, but I'll get there TRUST!! <-(he who is horrible with names LMAO)

Anyways she's not one of the councilors but one of the people staying at the camp. I don't know too much abt the story yet but I imagine that this character went to the camp on a trip with her "friends" who actually bully her and use her for money and as a scapegoat.

Anyways she's really passive and kind of a scaredy-cat, which is funny cause she's actually a huge horror fan and can watch that stuff without flinching. She also has a higher tolerance to things like gore and stuff most people would be squeamish to, but like...god forbid the lights are out...she's pissing her pants LMAOOO

Gore below

Anyways!! She's not interested in actually murdering anyone(she thinks abt it sometimes tho...y'know being a pushover her entire life has her wishing she could just get rid of some people, but she'd never actually do it!) but she's pretty interested in death itself, making her more outcasted by her peers. She's also taking forensic science because she loves true crime!! This drawing was supposed to show her fascination of dead people. Like she wouldn't scream, wouldn't call the police, nope, she'd just sit there for hours watching the body slowly decompose and watching all the insects feeding and laying eggs. I can even see her going back to the spot where the body was to see the progress, she wouldn't tell anyone because she wants to watch the body decompose.

I have a few more oc ideas in mind, one of them being slasher x slasher trope because YES!! Partners in crime absolutely! Honestly I could see this oc being somewhat of a partner in crime too, but like in a "I'll hide the body and dispose of all the evidence to protect you my love mwah mwah" <3 I think one of the girls is a cannibal and if thats the case I have the biggest urge to make an oc that wants to be cannibalized! I just wanna make FREAKS for these women because good golly gracious I love them all so much!

Camp Heartthrob belongs to @kingzombear ! (Let me know if you don't want to be tagged for stuff regarding stuff where its just my oc! :3) I'm so excited to hear your ideas for the story and ocs because genuinely I love them SO much! Your designs MWAH! your story concept so far MWAH!! The character concepts so far MWAH!! The girlie with the camera is WIFE!! Anyways I'm so excited to learn more about your story and ocs and see more of your art, its so scrumptious, all of it!

[fckmebarnes]

Watching movie with Bucky. He is sitting normally on couch while you’re laying on his lap, the tip of his cock in your mouth and your tongue circling around it to keep him warm.

And maybe he puts a vibrator in you and it’s like a little competition who lasts longer. (We all know he wins)

-beefy Bucky lover

cockwarming him with your mouth ugh and he becomes a fiend for it because he loves the way your warm and wet mouth feels going down on him. and don’t get him started when he can’t control himself and he starts fucking your mouth with no remorse 😵‍💫 he also makes you touch yourself while sucking his cock but he tells you to never come without his permission

“that’s it baby, fuck - taking daddy’s cock in her mouth so fuckin’ well…”

and we do know he wins but…he lets you think you’ve won before he’s giving you three more fucking orgasms <3

[urhoneycombwitch]

imagine... it's 2:30am, I wake up from a dead sleep* with a gasp. An idea! sprang to my conscience with a force to shoot me into the waking world. I must tell Lulu, I think, and then I go back to bed.

(*some aspects of this retelling have been exaggerated for dramatic effect)

now what I thought about last night was roommate reader and... ovulation. If reader ovulates... do you think it's more of a "chain me to the wall, here's a silver bullet in case" kind of situation where our sweet rule-abiding reader does not want to be unhinged and will try her hardest to avoid him orrrr... is Eddie basically wringed dry like a sponge? Does he track it after a while of noticing a pattern? Does he look at the calendar and go... hmmm... week's coming up, better stop wearing clothes and lay down in the middle of the bed like a good sacrifice. Or do you think he's more like crawling away, nail marks on the wooden floor like Save me! Wretched demon of lust, no more!

Many things to consider

we must have been meeting in our dreams I woke up around that time too and was thinking about eddie... 🫂😴✨

okay hear me out i thinkkkkk it's a mix of both!! (+18 mdni)

i think earlier on in the timeline of them hooking up, it's a lot harder for our (dear sweet rule-abiding) reader to ask for something. anything, really. little mz independent. so isn't horny for no reason with a willing and available partner to do something about it but too stubborn to ask. def not 😒

with time it just gets harder to hide and easier to give in. sex four times a day for four days straight and the only thing complaining in the slightest is your tailbone (from one too many up-against-the-wall sessions). it's truly great to be free and quelling the beast of lust to a quiet purr

Eddie gets a hunch that something's up and he on the sly asks Robin about it. lies convincingly about some random date from awhile back and asks if this is a 'thing'. and Robin's more than happy to fill him in on the woes of hormones.

he starts keeping track after that <3 my guy's a physical calendar type of person i feel. if he can read his handwriting (ADHD too fast for neatness!) it's extremely useful.

___

roommate!series mlist

[modmad]

After hearing me talk about it so much my dad has decided to read some of tpoh. Turns out he really likes it and will read more‼️

yesssss get them. the parents. lure them in...

[tonycries]

Daddy Tony,

😼🤭

Bye! 👋