#🧍 Anyway!!

[14dayswithyou]

your game is literally so unrealistic its beyond cringey and unplayable. like why in the literal fuckery would you want to invite a stalker back to your place like helloooo your just begging to be murdered at this point. he'll know where you live after you let him through your door so whats going to stop him from showing up again later that night and killing you in your sleep? whats worse is that we barely even know ren like we've spoken a max total of 3 minutes with the creep and now suddenly we're bffs? deadass how? and look im not shaming hook up culture but thats literally so bazar to me like you dont even know this person and your inviting him into your life or even sleeping with him? that's also another major red banner to me because we dont even ask if he's clean or if we're comfortable with having sex with him in the first place. and you can bet i'm not going to join your discord because i can only imagine how much of a let down day 2 is going to be. try making your game more realistic if you dont want people hating on it

[raepliica]

they're down to their last cigarette so they're sharing✨️✨️

[crystallizsch]

i’m telling you the snakes are just Little Guys

>:(

also: the uncolored/original version bc i kinda like this one too and yes this outfit is a mix of his overblot outfit and book 7 dream outfit (+ some creative liberties)

[astrolavas]

have some permadeath hunter au sketches from 7 months ago, caused by accidentally getting way too invested and emotional while discussing "what if hunter hadn't woken up in ttt" scenarios with friends.

in which, uh, hunter wakes up in the inbetween realm instead of back at the old gravesfield cemetery...

[larabar]

holding onto my "sonic needs glasses but doesnt wear them" hc till the day i die btw

[servegrilledcheese]

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[itz-pandora]

How do people write romance,,,,

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[tariah23]

oooooo white people in my replies really saying ‘I can excuse racism but I draw the line at homophobia’

Not surprised since this is the site that only talks about racism and thinks it’s a big deal when they see it demonstrated in the cartoons and comics they like *coughs* dungeonmeshi *coughs* (for example at least. I haven’t seen THIS many white ppl talk as in depth about racism on here as much as these fandom nerds, man. I stg. Like “Ohhhh, so you all DO acknowledge that racism is real? Just not in real life even if you could feel it slapping you in the face at high speed. Gotcha.” It’s crazy.

Tumblr is like, 90% white and is extremely centered around them. That’s why you barely see stuff that’s important to black and brown people ever trending here or being talked about. It has to be something incredibly huge to the point where even white people can’t ignore it like they usually do, to talk about it here.

They only talked about George Floyd here because the topic of his death became world news. Even people in other countries were talking about it. Before him, it was probably Ferguson and Trayvon Martin… most of them are still trying their best to ignore the genocides because it’s a “touchy subject.” What do you expect from white people who live in their own bubbles of comfort and refuse to pop it with a needle??? They find comfort in their privilege and faux ignorance (they love playing stupid to avoid conversations about important things outside of fandoms like, are these mfs born with half a brain dedicated to fandom or what.) That’s literally all these mfs make a big deal out of, especially on this annoying ass platform. The ao3 mfs will go to war for the site that allows racist ff and cp like it’s no big deal. I wonder how many people here even donated to the site while actively scrolling past dono posts from folks who really do need help. They act like they’re doing a civil service by defending this site that makes over the amount of it’s intended dono goal in minutes.

Then you already know as soon as you even bring up racism in the stuff they like, they start ganging up and harassing black bloggers especially, calling them TERFs and the whole nine. Anything to make that person look bad for being concerned about the racism that they have such an intense aversion to. God, it’s absolutely exhausting knowing that these people would have no problem choosing a cartoon character over your entire existence if they COULD. Isn’t that fucking sad, man?

[deer-fic-fics]

“O-oh my god!” “God’s not here. Say my name instead.”

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: handjob (Argenti receiving), degradation (Argenti receiving), sacrilege/blasphemy towards an Aeon, worship kink (reader receiving… kinda)

Info: GN, Dom, Sadistic Reader

Argenti babbling on and on about Idrila while you’re touching him gets old quickly.

Argenti tosses his head back against the pillows, auburn locks splayed like rays of the setting sun around his flushed, fucked-out face. His hips rock mindlessly against your hand as he grips desperately at your waist, your back, anything to keep you close… and he breathlessly mutters praises about how good it feels. It might be flattering— if he didn’t keep mentioning them.

You still your hand, willing yourself to keep your patience. Argenti looks up at you pleadingly, a clueless whine of “why?” leaving his lips.

You scoff, shoving your thumb into his mouth. “Idrila this, Idrila that. Is Idrila the one holding you? Is Idrila the one fucking you stupid?”

You lean in close, “are you looking into Idrila’s eyes right now, or mine?”

Argenti’s eyes widen, wanting to protest that Idrila is in all beauty— more shit you don’t want to hear. You press your thumb into his tongue harder, making him wince and twitch against your palm. “Shut up.”

He lets out a high whine, but doesn’t try to argue.

“That’s what I thought,” you sneer, roughly dragging your hand up his length. He whimpers piteously and sucks at your thumb, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I’m the one who makes you feel so good. I’m the one you ought to be worshipping…”

Argenti spills over your fist with a low, devastated moan that rings through your mind. All you can think of is how you want to hear it again, and again, and again. Feverishly, you stroke him harder, using his cum as lube. Argenti whines and winces, teeth accidentally digging into your thumb.

All you can do is laugh. “What would Idrila think if they could see you now?”

[rayveneyed]

cw: smut / a/b/o dynamics / cisfem!reader

contrary to popular, old-fashioned belief, alphas and omegas can be friends.

long gone are those times of wilful ignorance, the use of nature as an excuse for shitty behaviour —well, i'm an alpha, see, so i really can't help trying to shove my hand up your skirt, so—

most people are chill nowadays, you like to think — like to being the key phrase. sure, you get the occasional tradomega trying to tell you that you need to dive into your divine feminine and serve your alpha as god intended — and you've definitely been on the receiving side of some ticking biological clock rhetoric, for sure, by snot-nosed alphas with not even a single yen to their name — but it is what it is.

all of this to say that: when sero hanta is guts deep in you, it's completely platonic. completely. cute. casual. nowadays, no hair-brained ideas of marriage or monogamy or commitment accompany your coupling — it’s animal instinct, dirty and intense and slick and hot, scratching a biological itch, and that’s it.

you really lucked out on your choice of partner, too. sero’s an alpha, yes, but not in the derogatory sense. he doesn't get pissed when he smells other alphas on you, like a territorial dog; doesn't tell you that you should be settled down, already, with a household of pups to manage at 25 years of age; doesn't push and prod when you work long hours and devote most of your time to your career. he's funny, and goofy, and tall, and lean, and — and, well, his hair is floppy and inky black, and when he's hunched over you, sweat dripping onto your collarbone from his pointed nose, his cheeks flush the cutest shade of pink…

ahem. anyways.

while there are many omegas that are no doubt stronger than you when it comes to heats, forgoing human contact in favour of 700-odd pounds of silicone, you're part of the large majority that would rather shack up with somebody real. you're not knocking it, of course! your sock drawer is testament to the fact that you love your silicone, really, but there's just something about a person. all heat and skin-to-skin, sticky and nasty in a way that leaves you more satisfied than anything else.

and sero — with his kind eyes and goofy smile (and skintight hero suit) — is not only more than willing to help you through your heats, but have you enjoy them. not an easy feat when your insides are tying themselves up in knots between orgasms, but by god does he do it. something about his hips... something about the way he bows his head to your shoulder, grinding long and slow into you, hips pressed flush to hips. his lips brushing against your skin when he groans, his fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back. you're not sure if you should be jealous of his obvious sexual experience, or just grateful that you get to be on the receiving end of it.

there is, of course, the obvious romantic connotations of it all. you’re not stupid enough to completely ignore it; after all, heats are these romanticised, coming-of-age-esque happenings, the plot of most early 2000 rom-coms and bad pornos. cute omega roommate forgets her suppressants and goes into heat! real alpha-omega love-making guaranteed!

but its not like that, because hanta is hanta and you are you. you’re like sharkboy and lavagirl. or fireboy and watergirl. whichever pairing fits the dynamic better — you’ve always been the hothead between you two.

“that’s a really shitty idea,” a friend warns you. she’d caught you with your scarf undone, baring the hickies that hanta had left on you to the world — an embarrassing result of the occasional non-heat trysts you’d find yourself caught up in. you couldn’t even blame the heat hormones for the way you’d almost mauled him, but a girl simply has needs! “i’m telling you, casual heat sex never works. trust me.”

but it works for you and hanta, right? because no matter how much you fight, how much you disagree, how much you chastise him for putting himself directly in the line of fire — on live tv, no less! — it all melts away in a pile of blankets and pillows. no matter how deep his cock drives in you, no matter how his teeth scrape your scent glands and have your toes curling against his back, it all ends up the same — slumped in front of the tv, lazily lounging on your phone while he boots up his nintendo 64 to kick ganondorf’s ass for the billionth time.

(and it doesn’t matter that sero isn’t seeing anyone else — it doesn’t matter that he’s deleted his dating apps, or that you keep the pillow he sleeps on when he comes over so that you can scent it when he’s gone. it doesn’t matter that he reminds you to take your anxiety meds — you know, omegas are 44% more likely to have GAD than the average person? — or that he remembers how you take your tea, coffee, and pho. these are things you’d do with any friend, of course.)

it’s cute. casual. not at all romantic, so surely you shouldn’t think twice about leaving a toothbrush at his place. and what harm could a set of pyjamas do? and you could always do with an extra pair of socks, and your skincare, and perhaps an extra phone charger…?

[maudiemoods]

MERRMAYYYY!! Yay redesignsssss

No blue background under cut

I really love them 🥹

[omgkayplays]

[jestierabbit]

I swear I have an explanation for this.

…..

[crystallizsch]

🐈‍⬛: Hey, Yuu. What's up with you and Jamil?

my eepy guys

[samuelroukin]

"It's not even that bad"

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022— ) Episode 2.08 Mermen

[pulpolicia]

so i was thinking

Levi would cry in private one day when he sees that his daughter grew up to look exactly like Kuchel.

anyway, im gonna go eat rocks👋