#some drafts

[vampwan]

my heart starts to dance ☆

[quirklessidiot]

So I was scrolling through some old ask here and I found this mentioned in an ask of like ... 2021, tyrant gojo au, with the has tag of #unperturbed.waiting list. .... Apparently it has 10 chapters and chapter 1 has a bit of spoilers?

(I can't find it any where and I would absolutely LOVE to read it. XD)

This ask right here

I'm curious, was this like an idea that you had but then scraped it or is it like in your W.I.P.S covered in dust, forgotten? Tyrant Gojo Au is some of my low-key favorites that I enjoy reading very much. :3

hi! the og was pretty good but it was more action heavy and revenge centric. Not very romancey tbh which was why i was very hesitant to publish it and changed minazuki as a whole. its still collecting dusts in my drafts. Have sum taste of what minazuki was supposed to be down below! (minazuki was so self indulgent at he beginning, i was so interested in making a fictional east asia-european royalty,, it was a complex royalty system because i tried to mix european and japanese royalty and y/n was def out for blood here. Minazuki was still a secret and y/n was more angry and powerful there. You can see the contrast of it from the minazuki i gave u guys because she grew up with a younger sister to protect… and she had to kill that sister lol) (gojo maintains his character from minazuki hes just colder there…due to reasons untold…but it def has a happier ending than the og minazuki)

Also i have loads of unpublished stories from haikyuu to jjk. I think my most favorite one was the mafia!gojo one where he slowly becomes obsessed with the reader, a gone girl inspired toji fanfiction, and my most favorite one was a ceo x normal guy geto fanfic where the read wants him to sell his land to her but he doesnt want to HAHAHA

(Read more down below!) (tw. Mentions of murder)

[angelkiyo]

nanami kento couldn't help but be left speechless when gojo all of a sudden asked "ass, thighs, or tits?" during a night out at a bar.

"and here i thought you've finally matured." he murmured, taking a sip of his drink to avoid answering gojo's stupid ass questions. he was clearly intoxicated at this point of the night and kento has honestly had enough.

kento began to shuffle in his seat to get out of the booth he was in and stood up.

"leaving so soon?" shoko inquired, taking a drag of her cigarette before stubbing it on the ashtray beside her. nanami cleared his throat and nodded, "it's been a long day and i need to go home."

throughout the train ride back to his shared apartment with you, the question played through his mind like a broken record: ass, thighs, or tits?

kento frowned. it was such a trivial question; he’s not trying to flatter you or anything because you’re his girlfriend, but you're just so perfect.

everything about you was so perfect; he’s completely sure of it. even more so once you greeted him by the door in nothing but his trench coat as a “joke”.

what a joke that was, as before you knew it, you were pressed against your shared bed with your ass up. nanami licked his lips at his sight; your ass really was a sight to behold while he thrusted into you. his calloused hands gripped on it, massaging it as if it was dough while he was absolutely ruthless to your pussy.

"ngh—fuck, kento!" you screamed, gripping at the bedsheets of your shared bed. his thick cock was practically splitting you open with the pace he decided to take, ever so excruciating on your poor cunt and practically jack-hammering into you as a milky white ring formed around his cock ever so slightly.

no matter how many times you fucked him, you could never seem to get used to his size.

the way he filled you and kissed at your cervix with every thrust left you speechless. even more so when he maneuvered your ass moved with every thrust, hitting his thighs and making such an addicting sound.

the question came back into kento's head when you sucked him off, your breasts between his cock. your pretty and perky tits moved so enticingly, squeezing him in such a manner.

"fuck, beautiful," he groaned, "you're so good to me."

your lips kissed at his tip softly while he fucked your breasts fast. they were so soft and lush against his throbbing cock, taking him so well at the pace he took and making him feel so good. even more so, when you kept constant eye contact with him.

when he finished, your chest was painted in a milky white and so fucking pretty.

then again, when you were held in a mating press of sorts—your body stretching out. your thighs were so soft and nice to hold as he ate you out. at this point of the night, you felt yourself fucked dumb that you couldn't even make a proper sentence rather just mumble in response.

"aah—shit..!" you felt tears brim at your eyes from the overstimulation your boyfriend gave you. his tongue worked wonders as his thumb rubbed on your clit simultaneously. he couldn't help but love the way your thighs got out of his grip and then clung onto his head in reaction to him using his tongue to fuck you, like he was insatiable.

he could be in this position all day and die a happy man with how your beautiful pillowy thighs were wrapped around his head. that and how sweet you were; sweeter than his favorite candy.

it was just too fucking good.

so when you finally had enough and laid there, handmarks on your ass and cum on your thighs and chest, even then nanami couldn’t choose between all of them.

because you were too perfect.

— nav <3 — more nanami <3

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Zuko is just playing hard to get

[forsworned]

Being the only female on TF141 is like Simon constantly scolding you for getting into sheningans with Johnny and Kyle while Price sits on his arm chair with a good book, whiskey in hand and him puffing out smoke like a chimney from his cigar like the daddy he is.

"Delete it."

"Why?"

"Cos I fockin' said so."

You cock an amused brow at him as you look up from the embarrassingly cute photo of the skull-masked behemoth fast sleep and cuddling your Hello Kitty plushie. "Cos y'fockin' said so?" You mock his gravelly Manchester accent and it sends Johnny and Kyle into a fit of giggles. And even Price is chuffed by it. It's contagious really.

It lets your guard down enough for him to yank your phone out of your hand deleting the picture with a swiftness that made your eyes ream and your heart jump. You all groan and jeer at him for being a poor sport but he's quite satisfied with himself. Little does he know, you have a few copies of it in your desktop.

[demi-pixellated]

Shadow's No Good, Very Bad Day

[sir-heichou-smith]

Lactating!reader w/ Simon "tits man" Riley

Laying down on your bed reading a book before your nightly pump when he comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

You pretend not to notice the cheeky tent he sports as he walks to his side of the bed and flops down next to you.

Your chest is leaky and uncomfortable, so you reach over to the night stand for the cordless pumps you can put in your maternity bra.

He looks like an oversized man baby with the way those big brown eyes stare up at you through thick lashes, almost like he's waiting for you to ask him for help.

As you lean back against the headboard, Simon wordlessly lays down on his side, head cradled in your hands while he helps you bare your chest to him.

He gives your skin chaste kisses and slow, sloppy licks. You feel the shivers like little lightning strikes to your core, and he closes his mouth around a puffy bud and sucks.

You hiss through your teeth, pain and relief and arousal coursing through your veins in an overwhelming cluster of feelings. Your arm cradles the back of his head to keep him there (as if he'd ever move) and your other hand cups his face, stroking up and down a strong, scarred cheek.

You can hear his quiet suckling and occasional swallow, your milk putting him into almost a trance like state. His hips giving aborted thrusts into the air, an (pathetic really) attempt to relieve the pressure from his groin.

The hand stroking his pretty face wanders down his neck and chest, slowly petting back and forth, lower and lower, until you're able to grip his length and give it a gentle squeeze before moving your hand in time with the thrust of his hips.

Simon starts to make noises, muffled slightly into the swell of your breast. As your hand speeds up, his abs flex and his thighs tremble, like he's finding it hard to remain still for you (he thinks he'd die if you stopped).

It's not long before his hips still from fucking into your fist, thick creamy seed spilling from his cock and down your hand/onto his abdomen.

He pulls away from you for a mere minute to flip you on your back and lick your soiled hand clean (the dirty bastard).

Now it's time for the other side as his cock gives a needy twitch between you.

[ozymandien]

chef with a silver earring

[thesnadger]

I have a question about this image of Xanathar's Thieves Guild.

Why does he have sexily lounging elf boys?

I ask because I cannot imagine a beholder being attracted to anything other than itself. Does he just understand Sexily Lounging Elf Boys to be a status symbol, and he wants anyone who visits to know he can afford Sexily Lounging Elf Boys?

Maybe I'm the asshole here for assuming. Maybe these boyfriends are master tacticians here to advise Xanathar, they happen to like wearing leather pants and no shirts and I should be less quick to reduce them to sex objects.

I don't care, I love it, this is all I can think of every time I see it:

[moth-time]

@suspiciousmammal asked for some pictures of horses in cool tack and I thought I'd already posted these guys but I can't find the post anywhere, so I'm uploading 'em now. They're shitty pics but I took them with the intention of collecting references of the tack, so they serve that purpose well I'd say!

The only part I like about the Oktoberfest are the horses in their gorgeous tack :) Not pictured: All the big draft horses with the huge padded collar pieces are pulling wagons containing up to 20 metric tons of beer. They're usually four our six horses a wagon.

[folyxfanart]

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[mskermit]

Pure Heroine x TRC

I started this series in 2019 and meant to do every song on the album, but never finished. It feels weird posting these because there’s so many things I want to fix/touch up, but I know at this point I’ll never get to it. So... be free!

Below are the lyrics from the song that I associated with each drawing:

Tennis Court | Ronan

But my head's fillin' up fast with the wicked games, up in flames How can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known?

400 Lux | Bluesey

I love these roads where the houses don't change (And I like you) Where we can talk like there's something to say (And I like you) I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (And I like you) We move in the tree streets I'd like it if you stayed

Royals ⎮ Pynch

And we'll never be royals (Royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz

Buzzcut Season | Blue/Noah

And I'll never go home again (Place the call, feel it start) Favourite friend (And nothing's wrong when nothing's true) I live in a hologram with you

Team | Adam/Blue

So all the cups got broke Shards beneath our feet But it wasn't my fault And everyone's competing For a love they won't receive 'Cause what this palace wants is release

Glory and Gore | Blue

Delicate in every way but one (The swordplay) God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (The old ways) Chance is the only game I play with, baby We let our battles choose us

A World Alone | Pynch at St. Agnes

That slow burn wait while it gets dark Bruising the sun I feel grown up with you in your car I know it's dumb

Bravado | Gansey

'Cause I was raised up To be admired, to be noticed But when you're withdrawn, it's the closest thing To assault when all eyes are on you This will not do

[bl00dalchemist]

Trying to make friends.

[spookberry]

heard this clip and immediately thought of them <3

[makingshortstorieslong]

A little zine about how I (still) have trouble saying the word aromantic.

I've never made a zine before! I was inspired to try it because @queerliblib mentioned a zine making night in an email. That hasn't happened yet - its on June 26th - but once I had the idea, I couldn't wait, lol. It was nice to put something down on paper and have the finished product to hold onto.

Image descriptions under the cut:

Page 1: Three tiny speech bubbles say: "Do you have a bf? Do you like anyone? What's your type?" A big speech bubble says, "Oh, I don't date." The big speech bubble comes from a heart colored like the aromantic flag. 

Page 2 says: I could say: "Actually, I'm... ...aromantic." ...aro." ...aromantic asexual." ...aroace."

Page 3 says: But there are a few problems:

aromantic: Has been misheard as "A Romantic".

aro: Opaque if you don't already know the term.

aromantic asexual: A mouthful! And sounds...scientific?

aroace: shares The Big Problem: it may require a vocabulary lesson!

Page 4 says: It doesn't actually come up too often! Which is fine. My coworkers, my neighbors, and strangers don't need to know I'm aroace. I just wish I could say it sincerely when I do want someone to know. 

Page 5 says: I always have to smile - laugh - hedge. "Oh, well, actually, I'm kind of like, aromantic? Basically just not interested."

It's been more than 8 years since the first time I said it out loud!  I'm certain of it, but I still can't say it like I mean it!

Page 6 says: The most memorable time I said "I don't date" the guy I was talking to asked "Oh are you asexual?" and I said "Yeah, actually. And aromantic." And we moved on.

That was nice. 

Page 7 says:

The times I've lead with "I'm aromantic" -- well, there's only one I really remember:

"I didn't use to think that was a real thing." 

Other than that time -- even if I use the word, I always explain what it means first! 

Page 8 says: I just hope that one day I'll feel like I can say, simply, confidently: "I'm aromantic" and "I'm aroace."

The words "I'm aromantic" are big and dark green, the color of the top stripe of the aromantic flag. The words "I'm aroace" are big and bright orange, the color of the top stripe of the aroace flag. Three hearts below the words are colored to look like the aromantic, aroace, and asexual flags.