#THANK U FOR TAGGING KE

[leonskennedygfreal]

i was tagged by @jis2ng to post screenshots of my on repeat playlist ♥️♥️ i feel like a part of me is being exposed rn…. the country and kpop together is also kinda a weird vibe but i’m honestly here for it

ALSO I HAVE AMASING MUSIC TASTE IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING MEAN I WILL CRY AND IT WILL HURT MY FEELINGS!!!!!

also listen to the rdr soundtrack both of the games have the best soundtracks IN MY OPINION!!!

also also i tag @hwajin @hwangsify @lq-bngchnnie

you can do this or you don’t have to it’s ok <3 no pressure <3

[fluxydrawings]

False. A WRONG thing. A pseudo-being which exists as a mimic of something better

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

hello hello hope u are having a good timezone! as u might have noticed re: my tags on that shl gifset lmao i'm interested on yr thoughts on this as a wenzhou poem.. cannot stop thinking about the come hope too much. come with all your ghosts. come clown around when the timing's bad. come promise me the world. come trust me to do my best even when i don't. come ask me to give you everything i have. anyway. !!! <3

honestly, i dont know how to present my thoughts without wanting to cry. there is something so raw about this poem that hits me where it hurts. i think this visceral need, of hope, is so essential to tyk, and at the same time, the novel is making a study of hopelessness.

i mean. the main character starts out killing himself; and it is hard not to understand this wish if the very world he lives in is so bleak and devoid of warmth. and after that very important decision, zhou zishu rejoices in every single mundane thing life has to offer; and he can do that, like, he has given himself the allowance to it because he paid for it with his death.

Death was not frightening. It had not been easy for him to survive over the past twenty years; all of the methods he used to pressure Zhang Chengling were ones he had endured in his childhood, but even harsher, and despite him not having the kid's innate talent for withstanding that harshness completely unharmed. (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations) "Why wouldn't i? My junior used to be taught by my hand." .. "Then what did you do if our junior couldn't recite the mantras, or couldn't practice some move?" .. "I made him copy the introductory breath-regulation mantra three hundred times. If he couldn't even practice slowly, then he wouldn't need to eat, nor… need to sleep. In the middle of the night, I would get someone to lock his bedroom up so that he would go into the snowdrifts and come to a comprehension on his own." (Ch. 33, tl. chichilations) He had experienced enough to fear no one and nothing in the world. If he lived in no fear, what was so scary about death? (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations)

and i feel like... like!! he has spent his entire life trying to carve out a place for himself: he perfected four seasons manor’s martial arts into an, uh, art, he dabbled a little in game of thrones politics entirely uncalled for, he discovered he has basically no bottom line, he sold his sect to the empire and built a new organization by himself, he became the most powerful person of the nation second only to the son of heaven. he has, like, done lots of things, and made mostly only bad choices.

but this struggle has always been about living his own life, and it has always been in a transactional way, and now that he has all but killed himself, he is doing it all over again.

However, what was making him uncomfortable was that he had to count the days down until his death. / Having endured so much, his heart's will was stalwart, and never had he had a will for death. Wasn't it ironic that his most free, most unworried, and most cheerful days would be the ones where he was waiting to die? / This was most likely yet another stupid thing that was his own doing. (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations)

and wen kexing is kind of the opposite. wen kexing has never really lived a life for himself, and over his time in the valley, he must have become accustomed to the thought of never having a life of his own ever. he is entirely unashamed of being seen as well, at least regarding the things that are socially unacceptable, like homosexuality and murder, or his general unhinged self; unashamed in a way that speaks of a trial by fire. but he once says that,

"For all my life, whenever I want to happily play around, I can't be happy. When I grew up a little, I wanted to learn arts both martial and literary with my parents, but no one was around to teach me. Tell me… isn't that some very poor timing?" (Ch. 29, tl. chichilations)

in short, he is always slightly out of tune. when he meets zhou zishu, he is slightly out of tune as well. zhou zishu is going to die (at this point, it is all but set in stone), and wen kexing has this plan that ends with a bang, with him going up in flames while he burns all of his past grievances and the devils and demons of jianghu, and that includes himself, away.

"This is the human world," he continued, "and the human world should not have ghosts and demons. The … prestigious Hero Ghao Chong is ridding the world of calamities for the common folk. If we don't lend a hand, would your many years of reading sagely texts not be in vain? I heard that only many years of cultivation can then give you a fulfilled life, but if you don't do anything notable, wouldn't those decades have been for nothing?" / Zhou Zishu didn't answer, but Wen Kexing still turned to ask after him. "Wouldn't you agree, Ah-Xu?" (Ch. 16, tl. chichilations) When cold rain falls, autumn makes itself known; the wutong tree ages and dies. Thin robes offer no protection from a night of bitter winter, years and lives wasting, whiling away... nothing more than this: resentment, that we met so late. (Ch. 29, tl. hunxi-after-hours)

but oh. while they meet, in that space between them, they carve out a place for them that fits just right; a space where they can explore and discover, play and fuck around, and be human. something neither really knows how to. ("and I started feeling myself open, / started feeling my yes coming back / and it was the sweetest thing I had ever known / the reverse of being haunted, / like taking a deep breath / and pulling the fog of the glass.")

and it also reminds me of this:

(excerpt from 'baked goods' by aimee nezhukumatathil, found here)

seriously, the lines youre quoting in your ask, like (grabs wenzhou and shakes them around) thats them!!! its them!!! but the poem has no single line that isnt a banger, almost no line that doesnt fit them. how it starts is absolutely devastating, it reminds me of wen kexing and the valley and his general attitude re: his lack of autonomy. ("I wanted the yes to last forever so badly later on I told myself: / We’re built like drums. We couldn't make songs / if we had never been hit. It was a desperate theory.") it reminds me of zhou zishu's journey (gestures at qi ye at large) and his unceasing downwards spiral, that ends with him (figuratively but also not) in his own grave. ("And that’s how I lived. I mean, that’s how I’d been living. / Decades of no no no no no no / And that’s okay, an accordion could not make a song / if it never closed.") like, zhou zishu is a survivor. the fact that he decides to kill himself has been a long way coming emotionally, but only really comes to pass in the physical world when liang jiuxiao's death kicks him off over edge, and half a decade later, he still remembers him with that misunderstanding in mind; otherwise, im fairly sure, he would have never done so, despite being unhappy and miserable.

"Who?" Zhou Zishu laughed dourly. "You mean the girl at the restaurant? I'll handle her. Liang Jiuxiao … he… he said murderers pay with their lives. Told me to pay with my life." (Qi Ye, Ch. 62, tl. chichilations) Murdering someone should be paid with one's life? Why should it be? In this world, there was a way to make living worse than dying. (TYK, Ch. 20, tl. chichilations)

but wen kexing, even despite being highly aware that he has never really lived, tries to find light in the darkness even in his last days on earth. ruth @specialability said the other day when i was rambling about wen kexing's general attitude re: his own impending death in my tags, "I do think that Wen Kexing is sort of removed from his reality in a dissociative way but he doesn't want to be. He is trying to have life experiences that are not so shitty and I do think there are times when he is very 'present', especially with Chengling," and i agree. they are both in their last days on this earth, and they are desperately making the most of it, because in all honesty, neither really wants to die. this shift from "not wanting to die" to "living", in tyk, happens incredibly slow and not all at once, i think. its a gradual process, a lot must be chosen and decided upon, and before all, wenzhou must allow themselves to believe in hope again.

thats what rattles me so about 'good light', its about how there hasnt always been hopelessness, but now, it is hard to remember how it used to be; having faith. believing in the good. this ardous, sometimes agonizing process of starting to believe in it again, of opening yourself to possibilities again. in the chapter when wu xi and jing qi return to examine zhou zishu again, after they already pronounced him incurable once before, and savable only if he paid a price that turns out to be his bottom line, zhou zishu says, in his pov:

Even though the time he had spent alive could not be considered ‘long’, Zhou Zishu felt that it was sufficient for him to understand this lesson--that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Even if these two people before him could be considered ‘friends’ if he were hard-pressed to, even if he was familiar with how the Great Shaman operated, he still dared not believe it so easily. / Because… it could hurt, this thing called hope. (Ch. 64, tl. wenbuxing)

but oh, it can be so sweet as well, cant it? when youve opened yourself to it, when youve begun to discover life, the world, yourself and who you might be; a second chance, at life, at being a person. like, wenzhou are so weird, but they are also trying out this thing called courtship, called friendship, called mundane life. and its so funny because they dont know how, and the novel absolutely drags them for it and they drag each other constantly and themselves too, no thing is left untouched. but also it is funny, it is hilarious, in this tragic sort of way that makes me want to cry, and also in the funny way because these two guys are just so perfect at being clowns.

but it is also sweet and lovely and raw, and thats who they are, and thats what they allow themselves to be, allow each other to be when they are together. they have, somehow, carved out this safe space with each other, where they can be fragile and human.

(quote above from 'i will' by mistki, found here)

[personishfive]

thanks guys lol

[ooppo]

tag people you want to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @sunlessplace :3

last song: Backstabber by Ke$ha

currently watching: Walking dead (The series w Negan and Maggie).

three ships: Hualian, Spideypool, and Davekat.

favorite colour: Love brown, it's a wonderful color.

currently consuming: Meds

first ship: Y/N x Sebastian (Black butler).

birthplace: Hospital

current location: Desk

relationship status: Single

last movie: Hobbit (Last one)

currently working on: Studying my biology final for tomorrow.

tagging uhhh @sunlessplace (Cuz u tagged me) @ectospiderx (Cuz ur cool and ur writing is fun) @moonpaw (Bc Ive followed u since I was a teen, and also I found all the artwork you made for that one Davekat fanfiction ahahaha)

[tothemoonandbacklove]

The tags chiru pls I will cry 🥺🥺

Day was mastt my lil cousin sisters are done with exams aaj dono free thhe so we played cards and these guys gave me some tea. Also one of them is learning Indian classical music so I got to discuss some stuff with her. Kal inn dono ko bahar lekar jaaunga thoda pamper karunga fir shaam ko wapas college aa jaaunga :D

Wbu how was your day? *Giving you chocolates*

-🍜

AHHHHH BHAIYYA HIII🤩🤩🤩

sorry this took me so longg to answer I'm kinda blind😔😔

wah bhaiyya looks like ur doing lots of mauj masti🤩🤩 glad u enjoyed bhaiyyaaaa

my day was mehhhh😔 paper dekh ke mood kharab ho gya aur apka ask dekh ke mood teekh ho gya hehe

AND CHOCOLATES THANK UUU!!!!💗💗💗

[eyelessfaces]

here's some word dumps from ur loyal anon while u sleep 🫶

llweyn isn't scared of thunderstorms, so it's a big surprise when you scream and duck like the wind itself is attacking you. it's an odd feeling, watching someone he loves being scared. he decides he doesn't like the feeling, and he silently puts his jacket around your shoulders. bonus points if you met that way: it's pouring outside, and he takes off his jacket, holding it above your head as you both walk towards the subway.

"Catch that cough, it'll be your death." it's an irritated mutter. you're just a girl on the street, why is he so worried? maybe it's the way you thank him, your cheeks flushed, shivering from the cold and wet. it's weird, his heart picking up traction as you look at him like he's a godsend. he's nothing special, you are, why are you acting like he's all perfect? he's just being nice.

what llweyn doesn't understand is tiring out your arms for a girl you saw cold is not just "being nice". it's going the extra mile, it's being the right when everything else is wrong in the world.

so he can't understand that, the moment you're down in the station, you kiss his forehead goodbye and walk towards the tube. he panics. he panics hard, because he doesn't realize how scared he is to lose the one thing he might actually have a good thing with: you.

he scrambles to put his jacket on your shoulders, his name scrawled on the tag, and he fumbles before handing you... a record?

"Ke-keep it." he looks embarrassed. "I have-- plenty."

he's ashamed to admit how he doesn't want you to leave. he's ashamed to admit that he wants to see you again. so when you give him an adoring smile, you tell him his name.

"Okay. I'll see you around." how confident you are saying it, llweyn trusts your words. he finds you at the gaslight cafe that same friday.

omgomgomg i love meetcutes haaaa.......

now what if he did this because he knows all too well what it's like to freeze your ass off outside😢

even if you probably have somewhere to go home to, he gives you the help he would have enjoyed those nights where no one could lend him their couch

[aahanna]

Thankyou @shyam-kariya @moonhymnss @yaboi-bennette for the tagging me 🌷🫶🏼

My song's genre spans from retro to romance to rock to idk how many genres

1. The vibe of this song>>>

2. It's for all my one sided lovers

3 . Ohh I love the possessive behaviour

4 . Someone called me Mrignayani , so I love to listen to this song

5 . The moment in where u start to catch feelings

6 . Naiyo Naiyo Mainu Dil Tera Naiyo Chahida

7 . appreciation post to my mom and dad (SRK AND KAJOL)

8. Wanna be someone's first love

9 @yoursmilebringhappiness thanks for suggesting this song to me now it's my all time favourite

10. Last but not the least us girlies songs on which we can grove anytime

I wanna add more but Tumblr neh bola tere playlist sunne ya dekhne ka time nhi h kisi ke pass 🫡

@to all my mutuals I would love to see your taste in music too and I will get the chance to explore more 🫶🏼

[shrimpbiryani]

got tagged by @tumkaafiho (thank you!!) to post the first 10 songs that play on shuffle. after the first three i was like abay ab bas lata ke gaane aayein ge lol. i tag everyone that wants 2 do this but also @lmpassioned @111thfloor @maykhaana and @arjoi if u are still here

o dil e betab theher - lata (hemant kumar) mere piya se koi - lata (madan mohan) haule haule jiya dole - lata (sd burman) raaton ki neend chheen li - suraiya (jamal sen) (this fucking song!!!!) mareez-e-ishq hoon main - arijit (sharib toshi) ik larki bheegi bhaagi si - kishore (sd burman) agar tum mil jao - udit (anu malik) ay ajnabi - udit (ar rahman) ruk ja raat theher ja re chanda - lata (shankar jaikishan) pyaar bhare do sharmeele nain - mehdi hassan (robin ghosh)

good mix of composers i'd say

[bphantom01]

ARC V MONTH DAY 18 - D/D/D - Different Dimension Day

A kind-of manga-inspired AU (but not rlly? Idrk) Just a lil over 800 words.

A/N: HEADS UP i haven't read all of the manga (literally like only some chapters in, and I forgot reading abt it for a long time. Yeah I should go finish reading that soon… (from what I've heard, excluding that one scene, its good anyway. And it did pique my interest for a bit).

And bc of that, this doesn't take place in any part of the Manga (& only contains some elements from it if ud even count em) so its literally an AU. Also, Yuya & Yuzu aren't here. Let's say they're just sleeping somewhere in their head for this one.

This is kinda inspired by this post & one of @/tetsuya04's (not sure if I should tag u :,)) recent b-girls in the manga art!

Relationships: Light Yuto/Ruri, everything else is platonic (I'm getting bored of writing that lol...)

Warnings: exactly two ‘shit’ words i think

—

‘Over there, Ruri,’ a voice whispered into her mind. ‘That's him, right? Or at least the brother of the guy—the one we knew traveled from the past to this timeline, like us.’

‘Yes, Rin. That's him alright,’ Ruri thought back, peering at a certain boy from the corner of the small bar she was in.

‘Oh good, we finally got him,’ another voice whispered within her mind. ‘One of those Sakakis… Quick, we should get that USB from him while he's just sitting there.’

Ruri sighed. Serena, impatient as usual. ‘Yes, yes. I'm going.’

She stepped out of the shadows unnoticed.

—

‘But Yuri,’ Yuto thought as he drank some chocolate milk. ‘We're doing this for Yuya, remember…? It's for his sake.’

Things have been a bit complicated recently for Yuto and his brothers… And there was the possibility of Yuya knowing the truth and getting caught by Reiji…

Somebody accidentally fell onto him, making him spit some of the chocolate out.

He looked at the floor to see who it was, but he couldn't make out who they were as they sported a midnight blue cloak.

“Ahh, sorry…” The person apologized, kneeling to try and regain themself. By the tone of voice though, he made out that the person was female. “My mind has not been functioning correctly recently… and maybe I had a little too much drinks.”

Yuto smiled at them. “That's alright, ma'am. Do you need help?”

“Oh no, I'm alright. Thank you, though.”

When the person got up, Yuto saw some purple strands of hair spill from the hood of their cloak.

And when the person looked down on him, he was met with the most gorgeous pink eyes he's seen.

Something about them rang a bell in Yuto's heart and mind, almost enough to make him fully remember a memory…

A certain, small memory from a long time ago, one that seemed to be felt with joy and laughter.

It's been a long time since he's recalled something like that that didn't include his brothers.

‘Yuto-nii?’ Yugo called. ‘Why're you frozen? Are you okay?'

‘I'm fine, Yugo.’ “Well then ma'am, suit yourself. Be careful next time.”

“Will do.”

Another chord was struck.

That voice… He hadn't noticed it before, but it was… Familiar.

‘Hey guys… Does that person look familiar to you? And her voice, too?'

‘Well, it certainly made me feel something…’ Yugo mused, his metaphysical self seen only by Yuto and the rest of the brothers observing the woman with wild interest.

‘Yes, I agree with Yugo here. She sure does ring a bell, at least for me, too,’ Yuri agreed. That person sure caught their interest, and in an unusual manner, too.

Yuto decided to try and see who it was. He got up. “Excuse me, ma'am, but can you—’

‘Do you mind me asking about your name?’ Yuri interrupted. ‘Sheesh, know how to be polite, brother.’

“—do you mind me asking about your name?” Yuto quickly corrected, as even if it wasn't necessary, Yuri would continue to insist anyway.

“I do, actually,” she responded, although rather gloomily. “Why'd you want to know my name?”

With the other person, voices raced in her head.

‘Ruri!’

‘Oh come on, there you go again, falling for his charms.’

‘Says the one who keeps teasing her for crushing on him in the first place.’

‘Oh shut up, Rin. And that was years ago.’

‘Girls! Stop it,’ Ruri interfered. ‘I'll try my best… Gee…’

“Just out of curiosity,” Yuto shrugged.

Ruri looked down. “My name…” She paused.

‘Ohhh no…’ Rin said, clearly unamused. ‘Don't—’

“Ruri. Ruri Kurosaki.”

‘Ah, shit. Get ready for the chase.’

That was all it took for Yuto.

Suddenly, it was like a locked chest had suddenly been opened in his mind, causing a plethora of memories to rush their way into his—and his brothers’—brain.

‘What is all this!?’ Yugo exclaimed.

‘Memories, Yugo…’ Yuri clarified, also amazed at the sudden remembering. ‘Memories hidden and abandoned, left to decay and be forgotten because of the mission we set for ourselves to get Yuya out of this mess.’

“Ruri…” Yuto muttered.

If he recalled correctly, he was the sister of a dear old best friend of his, someone named Shun Kurosaki.

And also… His long lost crush. Her… Occasionally, he does think of her and her family… But to see her in person…

“Well, I'm off now,” Ruri nodded, pulling the hood of her cloak to her face, “...Yuto.” She walked to the other side of the bar, where another door was.

She knew his name!

‘Wait, if they're here too...Yuto, the USB, is it still there?’ Yugo asked, floating around him in search of it.

Yuto himself checked his pockets, but the USB wasn't anywhere in them. “Oh, shit…!”

He then looked at Ruri. “Wait, Ruri, how-how'd you get here!? And the USB—”

But before she could answer, she had already left the room.

—

Ending A/N: uhhh i wanted to post this on manga day but decided eh and posted it now.

Now this is just and idea, but I'm thinking of idk maybe writing one one day (don't hope on this too much ill prolly give up on the thing) myself? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ def with more emotion, influence of backstory, & other plot-related things when I may plan the thing.

But if someone else wud/cud do it, I might (emphasis on might) give it a read ;))

[suspicious-andou]

HI!!!! Tumblr recommend your post to me and when I saw who it is I just HAD to make a request!!!! ( <- big fan of your art) I've been having this visual about MC giving Napoleon a reach around handjob (?) (yk, she hugs him from behind and jerks him off) but I just CANT think of how things reach that point - I'd really really love to see what scenario you'd make out of it! Maybe a little praise kink too for napo? 👉🏻👈🏻 Ahhh I hope that's alright! Good luck with your future stories, would love to see them all <33 Have a great day!

Hi Mo!! Im glad to know that you like my art aaa 🥰 (a bit late but congrats on 1k and also that rio req u did for me was scrumptious) And Of course you can, hopefully ive done napo justice 🥺 have a great day and thankyou!!

Chores gone wrong?

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Tags: Handjob, praise kink, kissing, slight crack at the end

It was one of those rare days where Sebastian was genuinely ill enough for him to not be able to carry out his duties. To be precise he was forced by everyone, including MC to stay put in his bed, as of course, he kept insisting on working.

Instead, today helping MC was no other than her boyfriend, Monsieur de Wahaha.

"Whew!"

MC exhaled in relief, wiping the sweat on her brow with the back of her hand after finishing off the last batch of dishes. Napoleon was behind her drying off the clean utensils, sleeves rolled up exposing his strong forearms.

She shook her damp hands before turning her attention to Napoleon who was working attentively. Scooting closer towards him, she wrapped her arms around him, tiptoeing as she peered over his shoulder.

"Tired?"

Napoleon questioned, his soft and deep voice ringing through the silent night.

"Mhm. i bet you are equally tired.."

MC said as she tighten her arms around him, burrying her face into his broad back. Closing her eyes, she could smell the subtle scent of his cologne and she loved the way it smelled, even though it had a hint of sweat to it from helping her all day long.

"Hahah, you know im never tired around you nunuche" He chuckled, hands still working on his task

"Thanks for helping me out Leon.. i really apprecieate it"

Thanking him, she left a soft yet deep kiss on the back of his neck, causing his breath to hitch

"Anything, and anytime" he said, voice coming out a bit shakier than he would like which he covered it up with a cough

Her arms were still wrapped around his back, warm breath tickling his neck, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. She knew well that his neck was a sensitive spot, and observing his reactions moments ago, she may or may not have "interesting" ideas in mind.

Smoooch

One kiss, two kiss, on his neck, and multiplying. Every kiss she left caused him to either jolt or gasp.

"Oi nunuche, that tickles."

"Oh really?"

Ah, so this is how it's going to be.

"Okay, maybe it doesn't."

Napoleon gave in, now invested in whatever trick MC had under her sleeve.

Gently licking the back of his neck while sucking on the sensitive skin, she slowly snaked her arms dangerously low. She traced his abdomen sensually on her way down. she was greeted by his half hard member still in it's confine.

Barely able to function with his brain instead of his cock, he cleared his throat to gather his composure before asking, "Mm.. and what exactly do you think you're doing?"

With her lips resting near his ear lobe, she whispered, "I'm just rewarding my dearest boyfriend."

She nipped on his flushed ear, cupping his now prominent bulge, giving a squueze.

"Because he's the best boyfriend in the world..", she whispered as she blew air into his ear, causing him to shiver under her touch

"Ah.."

He let out a soft moan and MC could feel his now fully erect bulge twitch under her palm after those words left her mouth. Not only that, his face was tinted red without her fully noticing. Napoleon's weak when it comes to her praises.

Momentarily clencing onto the items he had in his hands, Napoleon kept on drying the remaining dishes. He was desperately pretending to not melt under his gilfriend's doing as he had a slight complex when it comes to giving in, though, he obviously was hoping for her to continue to kiss him, touch him, and praise him.

"Mhm, just like that. keep working like the good boy you are"

Voice as smooth as honey.

Palming his bulge, he responded with a series of stiffled groans, trying to keep his cool as he "focused" on his task.

Still pretending to be unfazed? Of course MC decided to up her game.

Once again, she showered his neck with her kisses, now leaving bolder bite marks. Momentarily, she felt like a lioness marking her teritory.

Unzipping his pants, she freed his weeping member, pumping it slow but firmly, her mouth still working on his skin.

"Ah..! Shit, shit, shit!" He cursed, losing grip of the cloth and dishes as soon as he felt her hands wrap around his cock

"Now, now, keep on working, theres only a few left..", she taunted increasing her pace while his cock pulsed enthustiastically, leaking pre cum.

"But! ..nngh", he tried to protest, but realized that its futile, as she has got him wrapped around her game. Not that he hated it, in fact, it was the exact opposite.

With shaky hands he picked up the cloth and dishes trying his best to wipe that said item.

"Good job my dearest 'leon"

She pushed her weight forward, forcing him to hunch over the counter, which soonly turned into his upper body being pressed onto the counter. She showed no mercy with her pace, his hard member ready to erupt at any moment. Poor Napoleon was clenching on the cloth on one hand with the dish on his other hand as MC made him submit to her.

To send him over the edge, she slithered one of her hand towards one of his clothed nipple, pulling on the sensitive bud roughly. Napoleon jolted as he choked out a moan

"You like that, don't you? Hm?"

"Nn..!", he paused, but quickly enough gave in, "Merde! yes i do! Hngh-!"

Admitting his defeat, white ropes of cum spilled out of his member, coating MC's hand with his thick liquid.

Giving him a quick peck, she retreated herself, giving him space to catch his breath.

"Thankyou for the meal 'Leon, i hope you enjoyed your reward", she said as she licked her soiled hand.

Upper body still sprawled across the counter, he panted out, "As i said *pant* anything, and anytime mon amour"

"Also we might have gotten cum on one of the bowls"

Napoleon quickly stood back up, fixing his pants clumsily to look at the said bowl she pointed.

Both parties stayed quiet and looked at each other for a bit

"I'll take it with me."

.

.

Sebastian always wondered why napoleon always kept one of the bowls in his bedroom... but he will never know...

[aeterna-auroral-avenger]

Thanks for the tag @trapezequeen

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

This is one of those times where I regret my URL choice 😂😂

A - Anthem by Superchick

E - Echo by Elevation Worship feat. Tauren Wells

T - Take It Off by Ke$ha

E - Edelweiss from the Sound of Music

R - RELATE by for KING & COUNTRY

N - New Day by Danny Gokey

A - Anthem of the Lonely by Nine Lashes

A - Architecture by Jonathan Thulin

U - Universe by Rebecca St. James

R - Rescue by Lauren Daigle

O - (The) Other Side from The Greatest Showman

R - (The) Resistance by Skillet

A - Ashes by Céline Dion

L - Lang vs. Kang by Christophe Beck

A - (The) Avengers by Alan Silvestri

V - (The) Very Next Thing by Casting Crowns

E - (The) End? by Hans Zimmer

N - Non-Stop from Hamilton

G - God Is Not a Secret by Newsboys & TobyMac

E - Everything (Live in Studio) by Lifehouse

R - Right Hand Man from Hamilton

No pressure tags: @marvelstuff-iguess @fandom-took-my-sanity @askazara @indoraptorgirlwind @cyphers-and-sunspots @marinarashakeyobooty @maddielang16 and anyone else who wants to play (sorry to those with long URLs like me 😂)

[kesoyotes]

Intro Post

Hey there! Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr

The name's Kesler but everyone calls me Kes or Blue. I'm an artist who makes all sorts of things, from fanart to original characters. Really just depends on whatever my brain is fixating on.

As a result, you'll probably see a plethora of different stuff on here because I've had this Tumblr for several years now and don't want to waste my time with side blogs.

Things you'll see from me!

Art, both my own and reblogs from other artists

Hockey (Yotes/Canes mostly)

Content from my favorite video games (mostly Risk of Rain 2)

Maybe some other stuff scattered in between like TMNT and such

Common tags I use to sort things!

#mari's art tag: my own art

#mari's oc tag: my original characters/fanart of them (some OCs have specific tags)

#blue crying over nonsense: rambling tag

#holding onto this: important stuff or memes I don't want to lose

#blue talks hockey: hockey rambling tag so people can filter this out if they don't want to see me talk about this lol

And lastly here is my carrd if you guys want to follow me elsewhere or just check out my artwork.

[ CARRD ]

Thank you and I hope u have a great day or night wherever you may be! 🩵

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

tag someone you want to know better

tagged by @romanceyourdemons (hiii thanks for the tag this was fun)

favorite color: blue

last song: 1994 sanguo soundtrack

last movie: silence of the lambs

currently watching: *see shows i didn't finish.

other stuff i watched this year: the emperor's shadow, Oppenheimer, saving private ryan

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: the lost bladesman, red cliffs, the emperor and the assassin, bronze bird tower

currently reading: romance of the three kingdoms + various wikipedia pages

currently working on: ohhhh boy u just opened up a can of wiggling, slimy pandora's wips strap in.

comic: Jing Ke the failed assassin

comic: liu bei establishes his base, cao cao fumes.

story: unnamed sanguo fic about cao cao, liu bei and their unresolved nemesis tension (this is where the "how do u spell ignominy?" joke comes from)

story: cao cao's failed assassination attempt

story: the exodus of xinye told from zhuge liang's perspective, based on historical accounts

??????: i'm RPing as the first emperor of china, technically counts as creative writing ig.

a million other star wars comics/stories that i've buried under the floorboards and their incessant heartbeats are driving me insane.

actual commission pieces that I keep putting off: 2

current obsession: i like san guo a normal amount

tagging

@romance-of-three-memes @loveoaths @pilferingapples

[jaytheaceenby]

🕸♠HALLOOOOOO PINNED MASTERPOST TIME?!??!?!?!?!?! (wip)♠🕸

lmao this is gonna be disorganized as heck but whatever

(last edited 05/06/2024, will continue adding to it)

hello, im jay celeste esmereldè michaelis, but you can call me jay!

as you can probably tell from my user, i am ace-spec and nonbinary. i use they/he pronouns. i am grey-asexual, demi-pan-romantic, and ambiamorous. (if u dont know these terms, plz use google or duckduckgo or smth cuz im too tired to explain it)

i am self dx autistic and adhd bc a diagnosis is really hard to get nowadays!! (self dx culture is 100% valid as well) i am have speech loss episodes and can get quite cranky during shutdowns, so please be nice to me!!

i am under 18, and whenever its my birthday (feb 19), i will say that i am 17 until i am actually an adult (for my safety). the only thing i will reveal about my age is that i am a high schooler.

i am a christian (do not bully me please) who practices occupational witchcraft (which means i do not believe in the deities of wiccan/pagan culture, but i do practice in the spells, spirituality, and holiday traditions of witchery [ex. samhain])

i am caucasian (German, English, Scottish, and Austrian) with a teeny bit of native american (unnamed Cherokee derivative).

THIS IS A SAFE SPACE FOR:

-queer people (xenogenders included!) -neurodivergent people (self dx, DID/OSDD systems and schizo-spec people included!) -people of all religions AS LONG AS you are not heavily evangelical -people of color!!! -people under 18 (not in a creepy way ofc) -fellow weirdos <3

GET OFF OF MY BLOG IF YOU ARE:

-a terf, homophobe, transphobe, racist, antisemitist, nazi, KKK member, or any other type of bigot -a MAP/pedophile -a heavily evangelical religious person -a troll (except for mutuals ofc ily <3) -a bot (with the exception of haiku bot and other benevolent bots) -a minority fetishizer -a radical (insert political party here) -a Zionist/pro-genocide person -any other bad person

OTHER RULES (that aren't part of "get off of my blog)

-please be nice in the reblogs and comments <3 -do not spam my ask box with too many messages, as i can get sensory overload from that -interact with me!! i love you all sm (/p) and i love seeing ur messages -use tone indicators whenever you can -please censor cuss words and reclaimed slurs because some of my mutuals and i get emotionally triggered when we see certain words (you may cuss/use reclaimed slurs in the tags tho, but otherwise say sh*t or d*ke rather than the other words plz!)

thanks for reading, and have a pleasantly bizarre day!! <3

[villanevehaus]

tag game!! rules: list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same !

was spiritually tagged by @lesbian-hannibal bc i said so thank u ♡

1. tommy hanks - jakey

2. doing it to death - the kills

3. it's you - cruza

4. lovesong - the cure

5. falling out of love - mary gauthier

6. honey - red hearse

7. faceshopping - sophie

8. killing eve - benét

9. use me - pvris

10. muddy waters - LP

if u are seeing this i tag u. also @eveandpsyche @horrid-queer @saturnsevie @killinganya @ke-villaneve @agaywithcoffee @killingg-eve @annnnperkins @foxlys