#(OOC) blah blah blah

[finsplurtz]

— waking up to a horny Bakugo gulp

He’s all squirmy and touchy, kissing sloppily at your neck. “I need you yn…” he’d whine pathetically as he’d grind his clothed dick on your thigh. “hon, you have work in the morning..” you kiss back. He has an important job tomorrow, you can’t take away his walking abilities tonight. “I don’t care yn pleeease~..” he sounds so cute and needy:(

having him sit in between your legs and wrapping your hand around his and guiding it to his dick.“you can make do with this, can’t you..?” You whisper into his ear, kissing his neck. He’d whimper and grind up into his own hand. He’s all sweaty and loud, chasing after an orgasm. “look at my hand hon..” he’d looked down at your hand moving with his, he’d gasp and let out a small cry. Hold him by his jaw as you whisper dirty little things into his ear. “aren’t you needy tonight…don’t worry.. next time I’ll make sure to take real good care of you..put that tight hole of yours into use..~” He’d moan so loudly, curse words falling out of his mouth. you’re fighting the urge to have him bounce on your cock it’s killing you

“you’d like that..~?” You tighten your hand around his having him jerk up. “y-ye…yes..”

“yeah..?” “mmhm..! fuck I’m go-..nna c-come..fuck fuck fuck..” his dick would twitch violently just at your voice. “wanna come, baby?” The smirk can be heard in your voice and it has him spiraling “yh…please..” he’d beg humping into his hand. you whisper something into his ear before sucking at his neck as he perks up and releases all over his and your hands. “fuuuck…hngh..~” his mind is going blank as you stroke him thru his orgasm. Little noises leave his mouth and his hand goes limp.

You use his thighs to get off when he’s sound asleep

[nevertem]

He who is the Sun.

[soy-bean-factory]

had some thoughts about certain characters having halos with specific looks to them, so i drew it.

//explanation(?) in the tags if your curious vv

[ghostonstrings]

if i keep doomscrolling on anti-loki series accounts and ant-tva loki posts who insist TVA Loki isn't Loki on this app i WILL share my rants about TVA Loki's characterzation, his personality, how he acts, etc. so I can prove how it is very in character, just with a few faults, but its the MCU there are ALWAYS faults. This isn't new

add on: In hindsight, I would get mauled alive by some (SOME) Loki fans if I said I like TVA Loki (what can I say, I am a sucker for characters who get everything they could ever want just to lose it all at once) and I have my reasons (see above, my rants) but I love both sm because its LOKIII. One is not more Loki or less Loki, just LOKI

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?” (part 2)

[ruinationz]

tired: caine x pomni, in the sense that caine is trying to keep her there forever with his own malicious intentions (and pomni has given up entirely, probably on the verge of abstracting if caine will even LET her), or pomni is using the relation in order to escape . very bad. very ooc. what is wrong with you

wired: caine x pomni: in the sense that they both understand that they cannot be together forever and that's ok. they still love eachother so so SO much nothing can change that and are ACTIVELY working to help pomni escape in a way that she can bring caine with her.

sometimes they find themselves thinking "i want to be with you forever", then pausing and going "...when exactly is 'forever', really?". sometimes one panics over the idea of being abandoned and going back to square one all over again, or one of them abstracting, or some horrible event that will separate the two. but they understand that the shitty situation exists and is stopping them from anything further, and they're trying to fix it as best as they can. and even if they do part one day (in the case that caine is unable to, somehow, come to the physical world), who cares? they'll have one another in their hearts, holding their memory close for as long as they live

then again it's 8 in the morning, im half-asleep, and have no idea what im doing

[cybertr0nian]

{: Sorry I've been away from Tumblr today I've been feeling tired today and can't think of good replies to rps/asks. Sorry I will do better tomorrow.

[aquamaggot]

hate when people say "i miss the old internet..." boy how do you miss something you werent even there to see.

[asksimon-and-companions]

Apologies for the quiet

OOC: Had a few commissions to get done and my comic project to do. Questions will be answered in due time! <3

[trollblivion-ooc]

idiots

[whitherwanderer]

[lightbulb-warning]

Same person that said your art style scratches the inside of my head (I used the wrong your in the original ask smh)

I wanted to also say how much I love how you draw Shuichi <3 It's perfect, people have already complimented how you draw Kokichi (perfect, as well) so I thought how you draw Shuichi deserves some love as well

ive been looking through my drawing folders and have come to the conclusion that your definition of "perfect shuichi" equals to "stressed out of his mind", which i find hilarious /lh

i fucking love shuichi i find him to be such a compelling character. *puts this in your pocket when you're not looking*

[akii-doinstuff]

Does anyone know of fics where instead of Tim finding and bringing Bruce back from the timestream he just- doesnt? Like he knows bruce isnt dead, he just doesn’t want to bring him back for whatever reason.

Could be Angsty like: “All the time Tim spent idolizing Batman—looking up to him, seeking his approval, and working himself into an early grave for a shred of validation—might lead one to think he would be unable to accept that Batman could die before receiving his due appreciation. Yet, surprisingly, Tim does accept it. He has never felt more free.

That is, until he discovers that Batman isn’t truly dead, but merely lost somewhere in time. At first , he dismisses this revelation. He has built a life for himself as a respected vigilante and a successful teenage CEO, all without Batman, without Bruce. In fact, he would argue that life has been better since Batman's supposed death. Tim has no intention of embarking on a reckless quest to resurrect someone who never appreciated him; after all, if others wish to bring Bruce back, they can do it themselves.

However, Tim begins to feel anxious at the thought of Batman returning. He fears that the delicate balance he has cultivated after Bruce’s ‘death’ will collapse, and he will revert to his dull, dark existence as Robin’s placeholder—only ever seen as significant for the dangerous missions Dick and Damian are forbidden to pursue , a soldier used and discarded, an out-of-place stranger among Bruce’s true children.

In a bid to protect his newfound stability, Tim sets about erasing any evidence of Bruce's existence. The others have accepted Bruce's death, making it easier to destroy any contradictions of that. He knows he must be discreet, ensuring that his actions raise no suspicion...”

OR

It could be something stupid like: “L Batman -Tim” (He made Tim cut down on Sugar and Caffeine intake, it didn’t really work but Tims still salty)

[midokai]

while n is attached to all his pokémon and he has an extremely strong bond with them all it is undeniable that the bond he shares with cannoli, his zorua, is far more intense than it is with the rest of his partners and it has to do with her background—— because she has always reminded him of himself in a way that he’s never been able to relate to when it comes to any other existing being, regardless of if they’re human or pokémon.

cannoli, much like n, was abandoned in the forest while still extremely young, for being different. i’ve mentioned this before but she’s shiny, so instead of parts of her fur being red they’re this soft teal color. she’s also nearly half the size of the average zorua, which had surely made her the runt of the group among her siblings and was also another point of hatred amongst her parents because how was she going to be capable to defend herself in the wilderness if she stood out like a sore thumb and was miniscule? all her existence would do is weigh them down. in the wild only the most capable creatures survive and cannoli was not one of those up until her partnership with n. in a way they are mirrors of each other.

n was, unfortunately, adopted by a man who has only ever seen him as a tool to accomplish his ambitions and because of that n had to endure lots of psychological, emotional and physical abuse. cannoli, instead, was taken in by n, who has experienced the worst of the worst and broke the cycle of abuse by treating this defenseless little thing like a treasure instead of a pawn. were it not for her being abandoned by her parents at birth she would have definitely endured a miserable life but instead she was found by someone who does nothing but pamper her and treats her like a daughter opposed to a companion. they saved each other.

yes, n unironically calls her his daughter. there are definitely people out there that think he has a child because he doesn’t mention that she’s … a pokémon. ( n can’t have biological children in general but that’s not really important regardless. he wouldn’t want any anyway, his hands are full enough with cannoli. )

and because of this she is ridiculously spoiled to a fault. she’s never once been told, ‘no’ in her life and n lets her walk all over him. he’s somewhere important but cannoli wants to go home? he’s leaving immediately. he’s trying to save money but cannoli wants the new shiny, expensive toy that’s just hit the market? god forbid his babygirl doesn’t get that toy NOW. he’s at her beck and call. she’s the only companion he takes EVERYWHERE because she has severe separation anxiety that stems from the fact that n has been caring for her since the day of her birth and she has imprinted on him. she quite literally sees him and thinks of him as her dad despite them being completely different species. ( she does, in fact, call him, ‘dad’ when she speaks to him. never, ‘n’ always, ‘ dad’. )

as of the bw main canon storyline she’s only a few months old, it’s not long after the protagonist meets n that he’s found her and has taken her in, she simply isn’t considered part of his main team until way later during the dragonspiral tower events because she’s still just a baby. ( even at the end, when everything is said and done, n is paranoid about letting her fight so he tends to avoid involving her, instead his zoroark, tiramisu, is sent into battle with cannoli as her cheerleader of sorts. tiramisu also plays an incredibly important role in n’s backstory and is frankly the reason he does not straight up lose his mind but that’ll be elaborated on later! )

he takes his job as her caretaker so seriously. he couldn’t save himself from being forced to endure all that torture for years but as long as he can shield cannoli from the reality of the world then he’s doing a job well done and that’s all he cares about.

[damagecompilation]

good morning (midnight)

[poisonedspider]

Why yes, it is always awkward being made aware of a blog that has me blocked for absolutely no reason. I know people can block for whatever reasons they see fit, but it always gives me such an uncomfortable feeling like. Bruh. What did I do to you. I'd like to think I'm a pretty chill person. I don't get it.

And like, I don't care at the end of the day because people can do what they want but when people are like 'omg this person is amazing' it makes me feel like I must be a villain if this oh so amazing person just...doesn't like me. Does anyone else struggle with that?