#Mrs. Scissors

[dragonclawfromspace10]

"Who broke it?" Mall Robots edition.

Because if nobody was going to do it, I would.🙂

[dongslinger--420]

You were born to two people who never wanted to have you, who never should've had you. You grew up around alcohol, and your only role model was on television. People tried to make friends with you, but you just pushed them away. You made your first friend at 21. You love your friend more than anything, but you cannot escape the fact that he was indirectly responsible for your downfall. You try so hard to go back to the era where you thought you were happy that you end up making two of the biggest mistakes of your life. You surround yourself with people who remind you either of him, of yourself, or both. Your lack of true, authentic experience means that you believe yourself to be both unworthy and incapable of love. You have 4 best friends and you take them all for granted until it's too late. Millions love you, and you feel so alone.

You were born into a family of 7. Everyone in that family hates you. You were bullied in school, and your only role model was on television. You survive your 20s on sheer unbridled optimism and a barista's salary. You meet two people who are just like you, who are passionate and cynical and bright minded. One day, you fall in love with an older man who is nothing like you, but he's kind and extraverted, and it's something you have no frame of reference for. You meet your idol. He's not who you thought he'd be. He's the furthest from it that you could possibly imagine. But you love him. Because he's you. He reminds you of the girl you were growing up. Sometimes he's compassionate towards you. Sometimes your now husband is compassionate towards you. You don't know how to respond in either situation. You try to look for reasons to push them away. Your closest friends love you, and you feel so alone.

You were born the youngest of 12. Your mother loves you, but she needs you a little too much. You grow up obsessed with a film about a girl who flies away, a girl who (for better or for worse) comes of age. So then you decide to fly away. You get a job as a strongly independent intern. But then you meet a man. He's deeply flawed, and the way you take care of him reminds you too much of the girl you were growing up. But you see so much good in him, and you spend your time telling yourself that the good outweighs the bad. He has single handedly got you out of the worst situations you have ever found yourself in. And for all your independence, you crave companionship, in any form. The love that anyone feels for you is forever fleeting. You feel so alone.

You were born into a loving family. You meet a beautiful wife in your 20s, and get the best job ever solely by accident. There is no reality other than this. And why would anyone want one? This is perfect. You try so hard to go back to that first era where you were happy, by surrounding yourself with people who agree with you. Your first wife starts to disagree. You don't understand her decision to go into politics, because there is no reality other than this, and why would anyone want one? You break up with her. You have to keep the illusion going, fill that space asap. Your second wife disagrees with you. You meet your third wife on the day your second wife leaves you. Your third wife cares more about the world outside the bubble you've cultivated than your first wife did. But status quo is god. It worked in your dream job, and it's going to work now. Your third wife leaves you. You feel so alone.

You were born of a man you don't even remember. You were forcibly given the name of the man your mother married. He's extremely hard on you and you don't understand why. You love music and games and new experiences, and he loves anger and being boring and getting a job. You get kicked out at 18. You find someone new, and you feel almost as reliant on them. You don't know when your new situation will end, but it's easy. This is what you wanted, right? But all your new friends have proper lives. They have some sense of knowledge for what they were doing. And maybe your stepfather was right. Maybe BoJack was right. Maybe you need to get your act together before you amount to anything. Because for all your independence, you still crave approval and acknowledgement, in any form. You have no idea if anyone loves you, and you feel so alone.

[marvel-lous-guy]

Tony: How was patrol?

Peter: yeah it was good. Got a paper cut though.

Tony: how do you get a papercut as Spiderman?

Peter: this guy stabbed me with some scissors and they still had paper on them somehow...

Tony: YOU WERE STABBED!?

Peter: It doesn't count! It's fine!

Tony: HOW DOES THAT NOT COUNT!?

Peter: SCISSORS DON'T COUNT

[ragnarockz]

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

OR

18) a/b/o

but the twist.. is... for any hahniverse character

Tip Jar 💰

Personally I'm not a fan of a/b/o/ so, we shall do library BUT!

I feel that Agnes/Vidal need a break from fucking at the Westview Library (sorry, Dottie) so...

MY NEXT BEST CANDIDATE:

Eve Fletcher x Reader

*Poem is: After Language by Chaia Heller

You had always wanted to improve your writing skills. Writing was something you actually took great pride in; did very well in all your life. You were also a very avid reader and of course, writing and reading went hand-in-hand. You had found an ad somewhere; maybe online, maybe posted in a coffee shop but somewhere of an evening class offering a writing workshop. It was after work hours on a night you were mostly free and it was held in a community center not too far from your apartment and so, you signed up right away and attended the first class in earnest.

Your teacher, Margo, was great and you could tell she was very passionate about writing and reading if not, even more than you were. She made you feel welcomed and at home; your ideas or writing or thoughts didn't seem too out of the box. Everything your brain created in that room, in that space, was exactly what she was looking for.

It was a small class as you figured, these workshops usually ran. Not a lot of people were willing to put their writing skills out in the public, even if the public was a small room filled with six other people. At least, you thought as you took your seat for the second class, you were able to remember everyone's name in the small group.

The youngest next to you was Julian and, you were surprised to find out on that first day, there were more men who were attending the workshop. You had envisioned it at first to be mostly, if not all, women. Curtis and Barry were the other two alongside the only other woman between you and Margo, Eve.

Eve.

You had noticed her the second you walked into that community room. She was the first one there even before Margo got in for her own class. She was close to middle aged and gorgeous. You couldn't pull your gaze away from her and instantly had to check yourself for being creepy. She didn't see it that way as she looked over at you as you stood in the doorway and gave you a welcoming smile. You felt safe instantly in that embrace and took the seat next to her. She moved her purse over a little so you had room for your bag beside your feet.

You could tell she was a little shy as she played with her hair and chewed on the end of her pen. But, you quickly realized, she wasn't shy enough to let you introduce yourself first as she quickly glanced your way and said her name with confidence.

"Eve."

And you gave her your name without a breath in between her own.

You carried her name with you for the rest of the week until you came back a week later and now, sat beside her again as the workshop was about to start.

Margo started with asking everyone how their week was; if they had gotten any writing done. It was casual, laid back until Margo clapped her hands together and explained that everyone was going to pack up their things and move the workshop that evening to the library just down the hall.

"I want you to pair up and find a book of poetry. Find a poem and work through it together...explore it, read it...make notes on it and then we'll go over it next week. Sound good?"

The room packed up their belongings and got out of their seats. You waited for Eve to get out of hers before you followed behind her to join the line that followed Margo out of the room.

She led you all into the library and waited for you to pair up. You stood close to Eve and gave her a smile, solidifying your pair. Eve smiled back and nodded her head as the two of you took off to find the poetry section of the library. You headed down a short flight of stairs to the bottom level and started to walk amongst the book shelves.

"So, any famous poets you want to delve into?"

Eve asked you with a soft, almost shy voice. Maybe it was just her being respectful in the library but you could tell she was trying to keep whatever was between the two of you light.

You shook your head no and allowed her to guide the way. The two of you managed to find the poetry section before the other pairs did; scanning the shelves in earnest.

"How about...we pick just a collection of random ones and see what it has?"

Eve nodded her head in agreement as she picked out the first 'collections' she saw. Tucked against her chest, she led the way to a table in the far corner of the library which was semi-surrounded by bookshelves. It would be the perfect place to concentrate without getting too distracted.

But you knew that to be false. You would be distracted.

You stood by the desk and watched Eve sit down. She shrugged her purse off and put it on the table and dropped the book in the middle. Shrugging off her sweater, she was wearing a sleeveless blouse underneath that was also low cut. You swallowed hard and blinked as you tried to redirect your thoughts to the work you both had to get started on. Shakily, you took your seat across from her and dropped your bag on the floor under the table.

Eve's attention traveled away from the book of poetry between the two of you and up to your face. She smiled at you again, still sweet but laced with something a little different than what you had seen before. No longer shy, this smile was flirty. It took you aback slightly as you returned the smile with your own; wanting her to know you were on the same level.

"So..."

"So."

Eve licked her lips and nodded her head slightly as her hands reached out for the book in front of you both. You couldn't help but to stare at her hands; how beautiful they were to you. You had to lick your own lips in appreciation as she used her fingers to slide between the pages to open up it up. Your mind drifted away; taking the sight of those fingers and how delicately she slipped them past the paper. How she so effortlessly used her wrists to help open up the book to her will.

"Theme?"

Her eyes snapped up to your face at your sudden break of silence. She licked her lips again and cleared her throat as she skimmed through the pages and then went back to the table of contents. You watched as her eyes widened and you knew right then and there she had found something for the both of you to enjoy.

"...Lust?"

You sucked in your breath and felt a shiver creep up your spine. She was obviously, easily twenty or so years older than you. Obviously, easily was married or had been and without a doubt, was a mother. Your head felt like it was spinning out of control and you didn't want it to stop because you knew right then and there, you would be making a decision that would shift everything in your life.

And, without a doubt, shift hers as well.

"Eve..."

She shook her head and placed the book down with the page open; tented so that she wouldn't lose the spot. She glanced at you once more and let her eyes rest on your lips; still parted in awe.

"I know that look. I've been giving you that look. It's obvious, isn't it? Since that first day last week? If this is too much I-"

You shoot your hand out across the table and take hers in yours. Mindlessly, your thumb rubs over the top of her hand. Her smile changes as does her eyes and you can see the theme you picked for the assignment is written all over her face.

"Tell me what you want..."

Your words drift between you and hang there until you feel her hand squeeze yours back. She loudly clears her throat and pulls her hand slowly away from yours as she brings that hand and her other up to push her messy and beautiful hair out of her face. You recognize this as a way for her to put on a mindset or maybe; to soothe her paranoia. Maybe there's buzzing in her head just as loud as the one in yours.

She doesn't say anything but you watch as those hands move away from her hair and down her body. She quickly unbuttons the first button on her blouse and push her shirt open just a little before those hands continue downwards. You hear a muffled sound of a zipper come undone and the shuffling sound of fabric being pushed down.

Her eyes meet yours again and she sits there in wait; sits there to wait for the next part of her fantasy to unfold. And you, without hesitation, cannot wait to fulfill that for her.

You push the chair out from the desk and slowly sink to the carpet before you. On hands and knees you crawl under the table and see that she's pushed her pants down just below her knees.

She's not wearing underwear and your heart skips a beat.

You see her hands waiting impatiently on the top of her thighs; fingers drumming and you know soon enough they'll be entangled in your hair. You have to hold back a moan because you fear if you even open your mouth, everyone in that library will hear how fucking desperate you are to have Mrs. Fletcher in your mouth.

It would be rude to make her wait any longer so you don't; wouldn't dream of it as you sit back on your knees and allow your hands come forward up her thighs and to her ass cheeks. You squeeze hard to anchor herself down into her seat and to allow yourself to move closer in between her legs which she opens up wider for you.

As you imagined, you feel her fingers rake through your hair and pull; pulling you closer to her skin. You breathe in deeply and take her in; can smell the desperation. You hesitate only for a second as your skin is inches from hers; can feel her public hair soft against your lips. Your head swarms as you close your eyes to steady yourself as your mouth makes contact with her skin.

She's warm; hot even and you can feel her moisture on your lips. You have to fight back from moaning as you feel her nails dig into your scalp and guide you even closer, even deeper as she signals for you to do so.

And you do.

Your tongue parts your lips and darts forwards to lick between her slit; wet with her arousal and you breathe in to really set yourself in the moment. You feel drunk already and you can tell by the way her thighs are crushing the side of your head now, she feels the exact same way.

You allow your tongue to slip past her skin and into her hot core; the throbbing there almost makes you blackout but you know you would never forgive yourself if you pulled back now. The tip of your tongue encircles around her opening slowly and you make your deliberate laps around clockwise at first until she squeezes your head a little tighter which causes you to change direction.

She continues to guide you with what you need and you almost don't notice it but her left hand untangles from your hair and goes up to the table. You faintly hear the sound of paper against wood and you realize, she had picked up the book on the table.

"...when all the...drowsy metaphors...about women and...fruit..."

You can barely make out her words as you stop your circling and realize that this, is your invitation to take. You do. You push your tongue dead center and enter inside of her and taste her. The poem comes alive in your mind and the words women and fruit linger there and on your tongue.

"....ahh....have been peeled and...devoured...there's just you...me..."

You almost lose it at the soft moan that escapes her mouth before she continues to recite the poem. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as you will your tongue in deeper inside of her and try to lap up everything she is offering to give you. You breathe in deeply again and intoxicate yourself willingly.

Eve starts to grind her hips towards your mouth as her tone turns shaky and dips a level lower to continue on.

"...a...a...bowl full of summer...ohgod...peaches...two...two parentheses..."

You feel your heart hammering against your chest as you feel her muscles contract around your tongue; literally trying to fuck it. You're thankful your mouth is occupied or you'd be a whimpering mess. You have no idea how Eve is able to keep her composure but you hope and pray there isn't much more left to the poem she's reading. You can feel her getting close; daring to fully let go.

"...with...nothing...in between...just space..."

You think then and there she's going to peel your scalp right off with the way she digs in and the way her back arches and lifts her bottom off of her seat. You can feel her shoes digging into your sides and your ears burning as they squish hard against your head. You stop moving your tongue and experience the sensation of her muscles contract as hard as they have and then release. A steady, hot flow of her cum pools out and over your tongue; down your chin and onto your lips. You breathe hard against her; feel how damp her skin and hair is from your breathing and her sweat.

She clears her throat and smacks the top of the table before she rambles off the end of the poem and slams the book down onto the table top. You try to catch your breath but find it futile as everything in your body screams for more; wanting to be devoured by her like you had just done to her.

"....for the tongue's imagination."

[pwrfulandgr8]

the movie was alright but the robot designs were really good

[doodlecatz]

I'm so tired-

pencil doodles yayayayaya

[blairefrances]

Guys, I have finally finished my favorite character Bingo! I might do the Video Games, Anime, Villains, and Extras later....

For now, here are the list of TV/Indie series characters that I love and like at the same time!

Vambre Warrior (Mighty Magiswords)

Ferdy Mravenec (Ferdy the Ant)

Mystique Sonia (Hero 108)

Giovanni Potage (Epithet Erased)

Flain (Mixels)

Harry (Harry & Bunnie)

Uzi Doorman (Murder Drones)

Randy Cunningham (Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja)

Climber (Endzone Tournament/Law of Talos)

Doctor Masacrik (Psychocuties)

Cube (Pink Corruption)

Pim Pimling (Smiling Friends)

Scissors (Rock Paper Scissors)

Robot Jones (Whatever happened to Robot Jones?)

Mr. Trance (Mr. Trance)

Robotboy (Robotboy)

Mundi (Doki)

Airy (HfJONE/ONE)

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Stone (Ramshackle)

Goofball the Cartoon Ghost (Brain Dump)

Ongo (Jelly Jamm)

Snap (Chalkzone)

Bugbo (Bugbo)

[1drwstuff]

These pretty girlies and their cute silly boiis

[moviememokeeper]

I think Reca would have miniature versions of all his stuff for assistant director

[aarondolo]

Follow yours dreams.

[nicktoons-bracket]

Official Nicktoons Bracket!

First round will begin on Saturday, 3PM EST! Polls will run for 24 hours before closing! Make sure to get your vote in! :)

The bracket is alphabetically organized (with shows that start with 'the' being alphabetized by the next word in the title. For example, 'The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron' becomes 'Adventures of Jimmy Neutron', and becomes first on the bracket.

Close up's down below!

[constelationprize]

you know i have to ask for The Art of Failing Up. i have to. i'm sorry!!!

Do not be sorry!!!!! Here, have a piece of one of my favorite scenes so far :)

There’s few calls in his life Stuart was expecting less than Mary’s. The eleven years since she’s left for America have been peppered with few and far between wellness checks, mostly between her husband and their father, and the last time Stuart heard his sister’s voice was when she called to tell him she was pregnant.

He tried reaching out to her when their father died, hoping at least she’d be allowed to make it to the funeral, but Wesninski was the one that took his calls – according to him, Mary was out to one of the boy’s exy practices, and they couldn’t make it to the funeral without drawing suspicion from the American authorities. Apparently, they’d been hounding Wesninski for a while, so it was time to play up Mary’s estrangement from the Hatfords.

“Can’t have people thinking my wife is a criminal,” He’d said, any apology in the words undercut with his barely disguised amusement, “It would be terrible for business. But she’ll pray for him, I’m certain.”

Mary, Stuart knew from seventeen years of being kicked in the shin throughout every Sunday mass, was not the kind to pray for anyone. He wonders if Wesninski ever cared to learn that about her.

“We’re sorry for your loss, Stuart,” Wesninski was quite fond of the royal we, when he spoke for his family. Stuart wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him. “And congratulations on the promotion.”

“Go fuck yourself, wanker,” Stuart had told the dial tone that followed. It didn’t make him feel any better.

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

Is it really brainrot if you haven't had a dream where you were a character in the show

[tired-biscuit]

omg i forgot to tell you guys about this; i went to the mall a couple days ago to try buying scissors for left-handed ADULTS and the clerk just looked at me kinda surprised and said “in my 17yrs of work, you’re the first person who’s ever asked me for that”

i checked every store that had the potential of carrying scissors after that and they all said that they only have the kids ones and i was like?????? do people think that lefties just stop using scissors after we grow up??????

[mubabee]

Shows/Games I’ll draw if Anyone Wants to Request

If you request, I’d prefer for y/n to be included as that will mainly be what this account is for. Male!reader is allowed but you must specify. Female is usually the default.

REQUEST THAT I ACCEPT WILL BE ADDED HERE - CURRENT REQUESTS

MASTERLIST

[YANDERE IS ALLOWED]

Demon Slayer

Zenless Zone Zero

My Hero Academia

Dislyte

Path to Nowhere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Wuthering Waves

Heart Cage

Avatar The Last Airbender

The kid at the Back

TOUCHSTARVED(Red Spring Studio)

Spiderverse(only atsv characters)

Honkai Star Rail

Meiji Tokyo Renka

Genshin Impact

Tears of Themis

Undertale(and any other verse)

Kill la Kill

Scissor Seven

Overwatch

Death Note

Hazbin Hotel

Dragon Ball Z(only platonic)

Helluva Boss

Mr Love Queen’s choice

The Promised Neverland

One Punch Man

Yona of the Dawn

Danganronpa(Only 2 and 3)

PASWG

Teen Titans

Sonic X

Buddy Daddies

14 Days With you

Lego Monkie Kid

Cookie run kingdom

Dragon Raja

Forgotten Anne

#Me(the mobile game)

Kakegurui

MLP(Humanized)

TMNT(2012 and 2018)

Welcome Home(only original and opposite au)

My yandere OCS(press the tag ‘my ocs’ to check them out)

If you ask for something romantic with a female character, I will most likely genderbend them. (Platonic is fine) If the request is vague and I don’t know the character much, I will ask you to specify what you want me to draw.

[666jevil]