#INTO UR INBOX I GO

[callilouv]

i will forgive you if you tell me your exact height <333

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[hyrule-preschool]

Like I get your trans anarchists or whatever but it's just funny how americans like you are so narcissistic you need everything to reflect you all the time that you'll pretend your projeciton headcanon is the only right and correct one

TRANS ANARCHISTS???

ANON I'M LITERALLY IRISH??

[neptunesailing]

requests you say.......

spiderstars beam. draw whoever u want :))

to cut the strings of fate

[mcyt-cats]

this is joko's cat. their name is gomez but they only answer to poopy (exhibit a)

[butchladymaria]

[gaylactic-fire]

When I say there's something Deeply Fucking Wrong with BOTW/TOTK Zelda haters this is what I mean btw

[sparring-spirals]

i just love it when characters Say Things. u kno. just a real sucker for characters. Saying Shit.

Imogen saying "She's not any person. She was special. She was chosen." (Chosen, once, twice, thrice, for an early end). Ashton saying "Do I look like a person who doesn't know that?" (That things often have unsatisfying ends). F.C.G saying: "It seems kind of hard." (being alive, finding purpose). Orym saying "It always mattered." (F.C.G's life, what they chose to do with it, them). Ashton saying "I have had a lifetime, of bad hits." (Hits, and falls, and losses, that I am weathering. But I am telling you where I am drawing my lines, here and now.) Imogen saying "Laudna, you're safe!" (we chased off the shadows, you're not alone, you're safe, we're here).

F.C.G saying: "Well, I have to live."

Ashton saying: "Unfortunate, but true."

im just. such a fan of characters saying things, all the time, about all kinds of things, with all kinds of meanings. God i just. love it. when characters say shit. u feel me.

[euryvices]

"oh they changed this" "oh they changed that" CAN EVERYONE JUST STOP HATING ON REMAKES? like i get you're so cool for liking this thing that was super awesome before the "big media" took it over, but it's still part of the same franchise, has the same characters AND IS BRINGING JOY TO NEW WATCHERS and you somehow feel immense hate? can you chill? there are people who HAVEN'T seen this thing before and they LIKE it and all art is DIFFERENT stop acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum JUST BECAUSE YOUR VERSION IS DIFFERENT!!!!

[extravalgant]

that yum isnt even alcoholic its like kombucha

traced over some its always sunny screencaps that i had collecting dust in my computer +_+ its been a while since ive hastily drawn some funnies... now feat. a background (from the game)

LETS SEE WHAT ELSE... some older wizseins and novus funnies from when test realm barely dropped back in november. and a comic about how i think the comfort process would go when dealing with ~worldly responsibilities~

[dylanconrique]

i feel like i don't have as many chenford friends as i would like, and that makes me sad because i love you all so much, i know i am god awful, and i mean GOD AWFUL at communication, but that's also another thing i'd like to improve on in 2024 because i know i am notorious for checking messages and forgetting about them, or seeing a message and feeling too depressed to reply (which has honestly been my entire personality 2023 and then i get depressed for not replying to those people and it's this whole fucking endless cycle).

anyway, if we're chenford mutuals or you've just been following me for awhile and would like to become friends, could you pretty please give the heart in the corner a little clickey-click??? 🙏💕 so i can dm you and we can become the best of friends??

[saetoru]

Hey just informing you the GUY who changed his last name to diluc's, is, in fact, a guy. And misgendering him is not cool even if you think he went overboard.

(I am a close friend of his)

ok and i apologize for accidentally misgendering him but i called him a she bc that’s what the tik tok video by someone else had said, so that is not as tho it was on purpose bc “he went overboard.” i simply didn’t know. also your “friend” is literally a nasty individual who threatens people graphically online so i think u have some more pressing things to be calling people out for !!

do NOT speak to me with that condescending attitude and do not accuse me of intentionally misgendering someone. maybe you should just inform ppl politely instead of being insufferable and accusatory. thanks !!

[silentgrim]

drew my son who i stole legally from tumblr user gunthernospacemunch!

@butterbunch

[neptunesailing]

tatsumi (enstars x hnk au)

[lovedazai]

aah ive been out & about all day (づ៸៸៸◟) i promise i’ll get to my asks when i get home !!

[lorephobic]

not ppl posting their fucking works cited in my inbox to argue a point that i never debated in the first place. sry i don’t have the time or energy to be a keyboard warrior rn (i have a job) but i promise you that i’m not woefully misinformed about the importance of anti-war vets in leftist spaces.

[flowercitti]

omg hi flowercitti I’m your biggest fan…i would like to request Vashwood for #s 19 and 20 on the smut dialogue thing you reblogged 🙈

Ahh thank u sm for the ask! Here you go 🫶🌸💖💐

19. “You are doing so well.” And 20. “Breathe through your nose.”

“You’re doing so well, Angel.” Nicholas pets at Vash’s blonde hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. He shifts his hips, urging his cock further down Vash’s throat. Vash hums, a small choked noise catching at the back of his throat as he accommodates him.

“Just breathe through your nose, that’s it.” He murmurs, his thumb catching a line of drool that runs down Vash’s chin. “Good boy.”

He can feel the vibrations of Vash’s moan around his cock, his pretty blue eyes blinking up at him behind his fair lashes. He swallows around him, his hands fisted on his thighs, legs spread. There’s a pillow positioned under Vash, damp from his slick and cushioning his knees.

“Get comfortable, but I don’t want you to move after that, alright?”

Vash shivers, humming in acknowledgement as he shifts, leaning his head against Nicholas’s thigh. One of Vash’s hands wraps loosely around his ankle and Wolfwood allows it, petting through his hair.

“So pretty. Now sit there and be good for me. Can you do that, Angel?” He smooths his thumb over the high point of his cheekbone and Vash breathes out slowly, eyes flickering closed.

He reaches forward and takes a book from the desk in front of him, fishing a cigarette from his suit jacket, sticking it between his teeth as he lights it. Vash obediently stays still and quiet, his mouth soft and warm and holding his cock. Always so good for him.

Nicholas isn’t reading a damn word that’s in front of him, flicking through pages at random, reaching down to card his hand through Vash’s blonde hair every few moments. It’s just for show, a play at being busy when he knows all he’s thinking about is Vash.

The only sound in the room is the tick of the clock and Vash’s breathing, soft and low as Wolfwood flicks mindlessly through the book propped on the arm of his chair. Vash’s fingers squeeze against his skin lightly in increments, but Wolfwood doesn’t mention it. He recognizes it as the grounding gesture that it is, his mouth twitching into a small smile as he watches Vash’s pale eyelashes flutter. He makes little humming noises at the back of his throat like he can’t help it, swallowing thickly when drool floods his mouth, slipping out over his chin.

The minutes pass like that, Nicholas petting absently at Vash’s hair and counting down the seconds. He’s gone soft in Vash’s mouth, permeated by a steady warmth and the twitch of his tongue. He breathes in and blows out a cloud of smoke, pushing blonde locks out of Vash’s face. His skin is flushed a rosy pink, going red from his cheeks to his ears. Nicholas traces the line of his jaw, feels it flex beneath his fingers and around his cock.

Less than ten minutes pass before Wolfwood’s fingers curl into Vash’s hair, tugging just slightly, “You can suck now, Vash.”

Vash blinks, eyes bleary as he immediately begins to lick at him, a moan reverberating in his throat. He pulls away, Nicholas nearly slipping out of his mouth before he’s bobbing back down. Wolfwood groans, his fingers tightening around blonde strands.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He cups Vash’s jaw, thumbing through the lines of drool that dribble down over his chin. Vash shudders, hollowing his cheeks and taking him down to the base, nosing at dark curls. His blue eyes are wet, small whimpers catching in his throat as he bobs his head.

He’s hard again quickly, stiffening under Vash’s tongue as he eagerly sucks at him. He always makes the prettiest noises around his cock, desperate and pitched as he eagerly tries to please him, blissed out on murmured praise. Nicholas feels like he’s going to come far too quickly, moaning as he he tugs at Vash’s hair.

Nicholas hisses, “That’s enough.”

Vash whines but stops as soon as the words leave his mouth, swallowing several times as he looks up at him.

“Good boy. Lay back down for me.”

Vash squeezes over his ankle but rests his head back on Nicholas’s thigh, his pale legs quivering. If Wolfwood tilts his head just right, he can see him dripping onto the pillow beneath him, a growing wet patch under his slick petals.

“You’re so good.” He rasps, his cock achingly hard and held in Vash’s wet heat so perfectly. “I’ll let you come soon, sweet thing. Just a little longer.”

Vash hums, eyes fluttering shut and his body nearly limp. Nicholas runs his knuckles over his temple gently, feeling the heat of his flushed skin. He stubs out his cigarette and returns to pretending to read his book, petting Vash’s soft blonde hair, scratching at the dark strands at his nape.

It takes less than thirty minutes for him to go completely pliant, his eyes hazy and drool dripping down his throat. He doesn’t even seem to notice, entirely out of it and focused wholly on Wolfwood’s cock in his mouth. And this is what Nicholas was working him towards, that perfect little space where he goes languid and heady. He’s precious, pretty and drooling on his dick and utterly drunk on it. Wolfwood’s thumb smooths over his slick bottom lip, feeling the way he fills his mouth. He shudders, watching the delicate flicker of Vash’s lashes as he hums quietly.

“You’re doing so well. So good.” He murmurs, and it takes several seconds for Vash to even acknowledge him, his face slack and eyes shut. But then they flicker open, hazy and glossed over. He hums softly, fingers twitching over Wolfwood’s ankle as he looks up him. He’s hard again without Vash having to even suck on him, filling out over the gentle twitch of his tongue. Vash shifts, accommodating the extra girth as he swallows, pleased to continue holding him in his mouth.

“Fuck.”

Gently, he pulls Vash’s head off of him, hearing the slick pop of his lips. Vash’s face lolls into the cup of his palm, eyes wet and bleary as he pants softly. Nicholas rubs his thumbs over his cheekbones, blue eyes meeting his with a desperate reverence. The sight makes heat pool in his gut, thick spools of molten honey. He can smell Vash in the air, sweet and citrusy.

“Such a good boy. Let me take care of you now, alright, Angel?”

And then he’s hauling Vash into his lap, pliant and limp and achingly perfect.