#apologies

[mrbrainrot]

grew up as a lonely uncool boy and recently went to an event with like 3 afterparties and every time my friends invited me along to the next thing, i would ask "wouldn't it be weird if i showed up?" because i was afraid that the Cool Events wouldn't have me.

my friend invited me to boba with someone i don't know and i messaged her to ask is this really okay? will they be alright with me being there? do i make them uncomfortable? will your Cool Friend deign to spend time with a pleb?

growing up lonely is learning that you deserve to be lonely, and anything other than sitting in solitary self-loathing must be an extreme detriment to others, and anything that you love -- that you deem "cool" -- is not for you

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

[squishycat330]

like I said I post twice on a good day and that hasn’t been so apologies. I have a lot of art I have to post now good lord

when I was in a bad mood I drew Raph and spike because it made me feel better + the others because I had to fill the first page (Fri, April 25th

In the second page hes a kid and he’s all grumpy so spike try’s to cheer him up and it works~ I think grumpy Raph is adorable~

also I did really well at drawing spike! I’m not good at drawing animals and I expected him to come out looking awful but he’s so cute!~

I did a painting of Leo yesterday. . . .lets see how long it takes me to post it. . .and get to the other. . . I also have a drawing I did of Donnie based on something I wrote, and art of the Soga-gang, and Tamao which has been sitting around for a few days, this is the shortest post I’ve had in a bit I’m trying to keep some level of consistency but when you draw so much both digital And traditional it gets Hard to keep up!

[neil-gaiman]

So this was the unanswered messages in my ask box a couple of days ago:

and this is the unanswered messages in my ask box today,

and I'm incredibly grateful to everyone who has said such nice things about the season, and I'm sorry to everyone who had emotions they weren't expecting, and I'm impressed that so many of you have theories and don't plan to answer, validate or really even comment on any of them, but mostly I'm just sorry because I probably won't read whatever you've sent, not because I don't want to but because if I was doing nothing but reading Tumblr asks as a full time job I still wouldn't catch up with the thousands of asks coming in.

I'm glad you care.

[classycookiexo]

[nightmares-2]

But Maglor's the second and Tinfang's third ;)

I feel like sometimes people dont realise how powerful Maglor must be- being the mightiest singer in a world revolved around song must mean something after all.

[ato-dato]

Is this anything

[koolaidashley]

How it went telling mikey Santa not real

[thepeacefulgarden]

[markscherz]

Read more here.

[mephistophelesjones]

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[hyydraworks]

All the year of the dragon dragons that will be in this week's etsy drop!

[tortor-sauce]

that lucifer to sylus pipeline amiright 🍷

personally i think they would be besties but that’s just me

[khanjarangel]

FINEEE i'll draw your stupid greek mythology people

[luc1-anna]

𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧)

ɢᴏᴊᴏ

I can guarantee you that this man can barely get past the 3rd day mark if we're being lucky, he's literally infatuated with you, having to have atleast something related to his beloved around him at all times. It's honestly crazy. Especially since this time you kicked him out of the bed as a punishment for failing last year's try. Only promoting him to lose control quicker.

He can barely even watch you prance around the house without the thought of bending you over and making you pay for kicking him out of the bed. Two ends colliding between each other as he tried to keep calm, but how could he when he had his soulmate In front of him, Gummy walls keeping him locked inside, pumping his thick essence in and out of your poor hole stretching you out to the max as it had been days since he's last done this.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

I feel like he'd be the best out of all of them, just because he was trained to be more patient and resistant when it came to his urges, from him opposite from his counterpart Gojo, he's got way more self restraint, taking a whole 2 weeks at maximum for him to start asking more frantically.

ɢᴇᴛᴏ

I can tell you that he's better than his best friend but he's still not on par with Nanami despite how he seems. If anything I feel like he'd have a maximum of a week at best, just because he's more accustomed to having spent long times away from you. I feel like it would be an accident that you two had sex, completely forgetting about the challenge till after the pair of you were practically dozing off.

ᴛᴏᴊɪ

That bastard can barley wait for shit, he's got a maximum of 4 days if we're feeling nice, due to his workforce he spends most of his time at home, sleeping, eating or having sex. And after he's don't the first two options he always comes to you, it's really hard to ignore him as he gets so close and physical, hands around your waist, rubbing your abdomen or hands rising your shirt up.

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

That guy never takes orders from anyone but himself, so why would he even bother to start the challenge, he knows he won't be able to finish it. But still wants to give it a go after you dared to say that other people were going to compete, wanting to be the best at everything he started off weak but got stronger through the days, maybe because he was accustomed to it but either way he ultimately failed on the 7th day, the temptation from you was too much, though you would admit that it was slightly rigged as you were the one to get physical with him,

ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ

I feel like he'd be the type to accidentally not do it, just because he's so desperate for you that he resorts to jerking off to nudes of you, not actually realising that he can't cum for the whole month and that it didn't just need to be inside of you.

[thesecondhandwoman]

FRACTURED STEEL

Sevika x f!reader

(Part Two)

Synopsis: It’s been days, nearly weeks, since you had confronted Sevika about the attack she led without you knowing, leading to the argument that separated the two of you. However, Sevika misses you far too much and tries to get you back.

The rain outside continued to fall, drowning out the sounds of the Undercity. Sevika sat there in silence, the weight of her guilt pressing down on her like a crushing tide. And for the first time, she wondered if she’d finally broken something she couldn’t fix.

The bar felt emptier without you. Sevika sat at her usual spot, her hand curling around an untouched glass. Days had passed since your confrontation, but the echo of your words haunted her like a ghost she couldn’t exorcise.

She hated how quiet it was now, the hum of machinery outside doing little to distract her from the gnawing ache in her chest. You were gone, and Sevika wasn’t sure she had the right to get you back.

But you were all she could think about.

She didn’t bother to finish her drink before standing abruptly and throwing a handful of coins onto the counter. The bartender raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Sevika pushed out into the rain-soaked streets, her cloak pulled tight against the cold. She had spent too many nights running from this, burying her guilt in alcohol and fights. Not tonight.

She had to see you.

You weren’t expecting the knock at your door. You had spent the past few days burying yourself in work, anything to keep your mind off Sevika and the sting of her betrayal. But when you opened the door and saw her standing there, soaked from the rain and looking uncharacteristically unsure of herself, your stomach twisted.

“What do you want, Sevika?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.

Her jaw tightened, and she hesitated before answering. “I need to talk to you.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I think you’ve said enough.”

She didn’t flinch, though you could see the flicker of pain in her eyes. “You’re right,” she said quietly. “About everything. About Silco. About me.”

You stared at her, taken aback by her vulnerability. Sevika was never one to admit she was wrong, let alone so openly.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” she continued, her voice low and strained. “I know that. But I can’t stand knowing I let you walk away without telling you how much you mean to me.”

Your heart ached at her words, but you kept your guard up. “You think words are enough to fix this?”

“No,” she said firmly. “But it’s a start. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I can be better.”

The sincerity in her voice caught you off guard. For a moment, you just stood there, staring at her. You wanted to be angry, to hold on to the hurt, but the sight of Sevika standing in the rain, her eyes filled with regret, made it hard to keep the walls around your heart intact.

“Come inside,” you said finally, stepping aside.

Sevika hovered awkwardly near the door as you handed her a towel. She dried her face and ran the towel over her short, damp hair, her movements tense. She looked out of place here in your small, cozy apartment, her broad frame dwarfing the modest furniture.

“Sit,” you said, motioning to the couch.

She obeyed, perching on the edge of the seat like she was ready to bolt at any moment. You sat across from her, your arms crossed, waiting for her to speak.

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared,” she admitted after a long silence. “Scared of what Silco would do. Scared of what it would mean for us.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you chose him.”

“I didn’t choose him,” she said quickly, her voice thick with emotion. “I chose survival. That’s what I’ve always done. But…” She hesitated, running a hand through her hair. “But I should’ve chosen you. I know that now.”

The raw honesty in her voice softened something in you. You wanted to stay angry, to protect yourself, but Sevika’s regret was so genuine, so palpable, that it was hard not to feel the cracks in your armor widen.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m willing to try. If you’ll let me.”

You studied her for a long moment, searching her face for any hint of insincerity. But all you saw was the woman you had fallen for, stripped bare of her usual bravado.

“It’s not going to be easy,” you said finally.

Sevika nodded. “I don’t expect it to be. I just… I just want a chance to make things right.”

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. “You hurt me, Sevika. You let me down when it mattered most. I can’t just forget that.”

“I’m not asking you to,” she said softly. “I’m asking you to let me prove that I can be better. For you. For us.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, you nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “But if you ever pull something like this again…”

“I won’t,” she interrupted, her voice firm. “I swear.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re lucky I still love you, Sevika.”

The faintest smile tugged at her lips, the first you’d seen in days. “I don’t deserve you,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“No,” you said, a soft smile playing on your lips. “But I think you might be worth it anyway.”

The tension between you eased as the night went on. You talked for hours, unraveling the pain and anger that had built up between you. Sevika didn’t shy away from your questions, no matter how difficult they were, and for the first time, you felt like she was letting you see her completely.

By the time the rain stopped, you were curled up next to her on the couch, your head resting on her shoulder. Her metal arm wrapped around you carefully, the cool steel a comforting weight.

“I missed this,” you murmured, your voice muffled against her jacket.

“So did I,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

For the first time in days, the ache in your chest began to fade. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, and you knew there would still be challenges ahead, but for now, you let yourself savor the warmth of Sevika’s presence.

It made you realize, as you laid there with her in the comfort you missed desperately, that, sometimes, steel wasn’t meant to remain fractured. Sometimes, it could be reforged.

Just like your love for one another.