#ANYWAY.... teehee hows it going

[005198s]

if i knew how to write smut.... it'd be over for everyone who's w honeybee

[dizzybizz]

mingling memeing for today 🥰

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[grand-line-shenanigans]

do not disturb. watching world hoppers (again)

[shoot-me-with-a-crayon]

them✨💕

anyways do check out Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao it's a very good read so far i'm looking forward to see where it goes ^_^ !

[jinstronaut]

i still orbit you, and nothing’s changed, but if there’s no name to love, everything has changed. (cr. namuspromised, lyric translation doolsetbangtan)

happy birthday @cordiallyfuturedwight 💜💜💜

[zaacoy]

freenoodles sketch page because I cannot be stopped heeheehoo >:3c

[crocodilenjoyer]

here’s the thing. about zolu. puts myhand on your shoulder Here’s the thing. luffy? aromantic. zero interest in romance. zoro? gay. very low interest in romance. has two braincells and they’re both devoted to thinking about swords. they are not dating. it is not romantic. it’s not sexual either because luffy, much like his views on romance, could not give less of a shit about sex. maybe if they both feel up to it at the same time, but that’s rare and when it does happen it’s more of a physicality and, to a lesser extent, affection thing than anything else. occasionally it’s a “hey wouldn’t it be weird/funny/fucked up if we [insert some david cronenberg-type shit]” thing and the other one goes “haha yeah do you wanna try.” but i digress.

however. HOWEVER. they Have A Thing. what that Thing entails is a mystery. luffy is both incredibly straightforward and frustratingly cryptic whenever he’s asked about it and zoro just kinda shrugs. they’re just luffyandzoro and zoroandluffy. the king and his lionheart. drift compatible. partners. captain and first mate. the sailor and the north star. sun and moon. they simply Are. what does that entail? well brother. they hang out

[celestialrealms]

I just noticed Mephisto matches with Barbatos (who is matchy with Diavolo) in the anniversary outfits in his SSR memory card

These three were also the only three who had half masks in the masquerade event!!!

Anyway, The Royals with Mephisto chat group when? We got one for Purgatory Hall with Raphael..... it's just fair !!

And one for Mephisto and Diavolo as well, but also one for Mephisto and Barbatos too. because you can't tell me their relationship isn't deeper than the devs portray when Mephisto has lines like this about Barbatos's room:

[skrunksthatwunk]

something he can't put into words.

[jojo-schmo]

More Schmojo!! And I decided to name her dark matter friend living in her bubble rod, “Beauregard.” >:3

Plus some doodles I thought of during work, and a lighthearted poke at myself lol.

[angelicartemis]

More s4m drawings! This was actually done like two weeks ago but I held off on posting it here for some reason, but anywayyy- This was also kinda my first stab at drawing Trencil and Parsley 😳 I need to draw them and other characters more man omg 😭

Oh and a loooot more doodles of Habit from some previous aggies 💀 and a couple other beans as well, but mostly Habit hbjvkdsbihfv. By the way, the person eating Habit's hair in the first drawing is my partner @artastic-friend 💀💀💀 I could've taken them out of the drawing, but I kept their doodle in because I thought it was funny :D

[averlym]

,,, wdhdnfhffjjf

[ms--lobotomy]

Would you be willing to do a peterturabo x reader or mabey a dorn x reader one shot. Or anything, honestly, do whatever you want

(cracks knuckles) (cracks back) (cracks toes) you want peter turbo? you want peter turbo??? well you're in luck because i want peter turbo too. here u go

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summary: your planet just got assimilated into the imperium and perty would like to spend some time with you. fun?

word count: 1071

content warnings: captive romance lol, sorry if that isnt your thing ^^;

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You ran a hand over your abdomen. The pain was still there, like someone twisting a knife in the wound. But there was something underneath the alien robe that you found yourself in. It was a bandage, and a surprisingly soft one at that.

You sighed, your hand trailing down to the cold metal seat. You used to rule a gorgeous planet. In your dull, gray cell you reminisced about your homeworld and its temperate climate and the lush meadows sprawling over the countryside. You were royalty here.

But all of that was gone now. The castle that you had grown up in was now dust on the scarred ground, and the green fields were no more. You'd finally gone into battle on that fateful day with your soldiers--no, your siblings--and watched so many of them get hurt. You watched so many of them fall.

Why couldn't it have been you?

You heard heavy footsteps approach your cell as tears welled up in your eyes. "Go away," you muttered, even though you already knew who this was. He was taller than any human you'd ever seen, even the behemoths that made up your own army. Soon, his imposing figure stood in front of the bars of your cell. He wasn't wearing his normal armor; rather, he wore a robe not much unlike yours, with yellow and black diagonal stripes on his belt. There was a bag over his shoulder as well, dark leather with an ornate pattern on it. His steel gray eyes locked in on you, pragmatic and petulant at the same time.

"You live," he said flatly.

"How do you know my language?" you asked, discreetly wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Primarch's secret," he said. You shuddered at the foreign word, alien against the language that you knew so well. He fiddled with the lock that kept you inside your cell with bare hands. It would be comically large if it weren't so hopelessly complex. After a second or so, he swung the door open.

The door was open! You hiked up the bottom of your robe and made a break for it, frenzied foot after frenzied foot. But before you were able to taste freedom for the first time in hours, you felt two hands around your waist. Your feet escaped the ground, and you found yourself pressed against the cold wall of the ship. You briefly scanned the other cells that you could see. Empty.

"Did you really think you could escape that easily?" he sneered. You were eye level with him now, your face flushed. He looked you up and down before setting you back on the cold ground, barefoot. You clutched at your waist, bent over and winced. The wound was starting to feel like twisting knives again as he dug his hand into your shoulder.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled coldly. You knelt down, almost to get out of his grip, and the hulking Primarch knelt down with you, pressing you into the ground. As he opened the back with another hand, you looked up at him. Puzzled. Processing something that you wouldn't dare admit under normal circumstances.

You liked that.

You glared at your captor. He didn't return your expression, more focused on whatever was in his bag. When he finally got it out of his bag, you recoiled, but his grip only tightened on your shoulder. "Put this on," he said, holding an iron collar attached to a chain in his hand.

"You can put it on yourself," you glowered back at him. "Why don't you just do that?"

This time he let out a full on laugh. "It's more fun to see you do it, darling."

Darling. That word came out of him as if it were nothing. Your fingers brushed up against the collar as you stared intently at it. You felt the Primarch's eyes on you, almost leering at you, almost asking you to taunt him.

"I'll be here as long as I need to," he said, his hand trailing ever so slightly lower on your back.

You let out a huff. Your planet was gone, your soldiers fallen, and you were alone with this giant... superhuman. His words reverberated in your head, eerily fluent in your native tongue. Your fingers clasped the collar gently, then firmly before you hoisted it into the air and flung it onto the cold ground.

The Primarch's eyes widened at this display for a split second before turning back to you. Glowering. He grabbed the collar with his free hand, which was unbent, though there was a dent in the floor of the prison. Roughly he pinned you to the wall and before you could speak, the collar was on you, clasped shut.

You were stunned speechless as the Primarch let go and yanked on the chain. "Come," he said. Your hands clutched at the collar, almost as if to take it off. But once again there was that feeling welling up within you, that feeling you could only describe as liking it.

He started walking forwards, almost dragging you along the dim hallway. "I don't even know your name," you hissed, trying to keep up with the Primarch's long strides. He made no attempt to slow down for you, who was roughly half his size.

"Perturabo," he replied coldly. "And I know who you are, so save me the trouble."

You walked down the halls with him, the cells unpopulated. "I'm the only prisoner you took," you choked out.

"Prisoner is a strong word," he said. "I assure you I plan on making you quite comfortable after our admittedly... faulty meeting."

You paused, trying to take in all of the information that he put forth in those short sentences. You weren't a prisoner? But what was around your neck? He wanted to make you comfortable? What did that even mean?

Before you were done parsing what he had said, you were at the door of the hallway. You saw through a small window two of Perturabo's warriors guarding the door, much taller than yourself. Your tongue caught in your mouth as you tried to say something, anything. Perturabo opened the door, and you took in the warm air and the bustle of the ship you found yourself.

"Welcome to the Imperium of Man," he said, tugging on your chain. And so you began to follow him across this strange spaceship.

[puddii-ng]

becoming ivy, becoming thorns ♪

[soupmanspeaks]

Now I'm just thinking what glamrock Freddy's reaction to the underground scooper would be, maybe he would see it, and stumble back. Maybe he'd quickly check his stomach hatch. He doesn't know why he did it. Maybe he'd glance over at the scooping room window in a quick pang of horror. Maybe he didn't know what he was looking for in the glass. But maybe the feeling occurs to him that he's been in this kind of situation before. Surprisingly, Freddy has a thought that the outcome of this weird dejavu is the same as it always was.

He is full of many, many, wires.

This time, he thinks, they aren't going anywhere.