#as soon as u get out of school'

[ratspider]

stardewvalley......

[harbingersecho]

are we the sins we have committed? are we the things we have endured? [...] who are we?

[ref]

[catscidr]

i. note — i have so many thoughts about akademiya era dottore. most of them are silly and fun and cute i promise but some of them are..... Nothing like that. help me i need to Ruin Him. ong when i get my hands on him……… ii. includes — akademiya!dottore (zandik), gn reader iii. cw — i'm literally just rambling so have fun. he's kindof a brat, reader is implied to have more experience. making out, dry humping, outercourse. smut so mdni. no penetration

akademiya!zandik whose social circle is practically nonexistent; if he’s not tinkering with machine parts he found in some abandoned ruin then he’s nose deep into an old book, trying to absorb knowledge directly through the pages. so, of course it’s not a surprise when he doesn’t know how to act normal around people

akademiya!zandik who would be so pent up and so so so sooooo sensitive! he wouldn’t even get himself off ever, choosing to soothe his curiosity about khaenrian machines over his own carnal, lustful needs. even something as simple as a hug gets his blood rushing straight down (much to his frustration!! he's supposed to be a scholar, not some hormonal beast..........)

it would be so easy to rile him up.. be a little too touchy and “oblivious” to how your “platonic” affection gets to him and BAM now he can’t focus on what he’s doing because his heartbeat is just throbbing in his crotch. he’ll read the same line five times before he realizes that nothing is getting through his head (and instead something else is getting in his other head…….)

akademiya!zandik who would most definitely be a whiner. when you finally get him to pay attention to you he’s all mad n whatever, weakly scolding you for even daring to interrupt his studies. but as he swivels his chair around to face you, he sees you standing over him, looking down at his cute scowl, n he feels his cock jump at the sight. you looked almost angelic, the overhead lighting creating a makeshift halo around your head…

zandik who interrupts his own rambling just to look at you. or, uh, to gawk at you. while you peer down at the….. effect you have on him

you step forward and raise your leg to place your knee between his thighs on his chair, and bend down to get closer to his face. his breath hitches and he swallows thickly all while holding your gaze— at this point he might as well have hearts in his eyes. but he’s still scowling n his brows are all furrowed…. wonder when and how he’ll finally lose that tension in his face. hmmmm……..

even just a kiss on the cheek would fluster him, because of course it would! but what about a kiss on the lips? what about a messy french kiss, filled with tongue and teeth clashing clumsily as you absolutely devour him while all he can do is moan into your mouth and shut his eyes to prevent them from rolling back into his skull?

poor baby would be struggling to breathe, fingers tangling themselves into your uniform in a poor attempt to let you know he wants to tap out. you get what he’s trying to do, of course, but why not push him to his limits? tease him a little? his muffled moans feel like music to your ears and you want to hear the entire symphony

but when you finally pull away, a lewd string of saliva connecting your tongues, poor zandik can’t help the moan that leaves his bruised lips. he pulls you in again, chest heaving up and down to catch his breath, n tries to go for another kiss. you let him pull you in but you don’t return the kiss, instead choosing to keep your lips shut tightly as he whines and huffs out elaborate curses to try to make you indulge him

and indulge him you will when he learns how to beg for what he wants. to your surprise he learns fairly quickly— even if he’s a little bad at it. but it’s charming!! “just fucking kiss me again goddamnit”, “i wanna kiss you again. let me kiss you”, and your favourite, “p… please?”

it's right then that you make it your life’s mission, your purpose to make him stutter like that every single day.

and it’s almost cathartic when you touch him, even if your clothes are still in the way. still balancing yourself on the chair (and also pinning him to it in turn, hehe) you bump your knee against his erection, a breathy moan blessing your ears from zandik himself. his grip on your top is so tight you think he might even rip it, god knows the last time he trimmed his nails

zandik who would grind himself on your knee without even realizing what he’s doing, all the while you coo in his ears about what a good job he’s doing, what a good boy he is.

zandik who would yearn for more, who would weakly cuss you out when you refuse to let him fuck you.

zandik who, even with his enormous ego, would still follow you around like a lost puppy, begging you to teach him everything you know

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[avocado-frog]

So like. I'm reading school bus graveyard again and. are we like SURE that Ashlyn's dad got taken too? In episode 62 Taylor says that they're only going to the school to ask about the keys and her dad mentioned getting breakfast afterwards so they weren't going to school all day that day. so then why would he drive all the way home if he was just going to pick the kids up like ten minutes later. and in the next couple ones it doesn't look like he's in the house with the other adults. on the other hand. when aiden noticed that their parents were in the facility too i think he would've mentioned not seeing ashlyn's dad

[llumimoon]

The Talk (page 2)

Doodler AU post || start || next ||

Happy Lunar New Year!! Sorry about the repost, I got totally voided from the tags lol

This comic takes place shortly after the Doodler’s homunculus body was made. Lark and Sparrow try to figure out how they feel about the situation.

Dialogue under the cut!

Sparrow: Mae can barely keep track of the whole dungeon on her own and you want to add a magic child to her list?

Sparrow: The Doodler is our fault. It’s from our family, it’s our responsibility to take care of it.

Sparrow: (Plus you know Normal would be heartbroken if we got rid of them.)

Lark: Fine! What’s your grand idea then?

Sparrow: Uhhh… we could ask it what it wants to do…?

Lark: You’re kidding.

Sparrow: Seriously!! I mean it kind of worked last time?

Sparrow: Uhm, the… Doodler? Why do you want to look like… that? What are you trying to do here?

Doodle: [redacted]

Sparrow: Okay, I didn’t get that at all.

[lifesver]

leland when ppl don't like him right away: if i died for you would that help,

[falldogbombsthemoon]

Thihihi I feel so good

[laurmaus]

another one +uncolored ver (can u tell i skipped school today

[ahaura]

hello hi love u all hope ur taking care <3

[micer2012]

some photos of my room :3 the more maximalist, the more recent (if you want to know the artist for any of my things just let me know!!)

[snowangeldotmp3]

who the hell is robin? pt. 2

Steve’s beaten body aches, Robin’s metal fist delivering punch after punch.

Steve takes every single one of them. His eye swells and he can taste the blood.

And then–

Robin pauses. Bloodied metal arm suspended mid-air, still forming a fist. Her jaw clenching and unclenching. Fighting against something. Something flashes in her eyes. Steve knows she won’t kill him. It’s the same thing he saw on her face when he saw her in the street in front of Melvald’s. Recognition. There are tears in her eyes. She drops her fist lamely at her sides, and Steve’s eyes are nearly swollen shut. “It’s okay, Rob,” he chokes out. “It’s okay.”

He pushes himself up. Bullet wound and gritted teeth and broken robs. He wheezes out a breath. Then another. And another. His body burns, begging him to stay down.

But he can’t. He can’t lose her again.

So he pushes and fights and pushes and fights until–

“Robin!” he shouts, voice wet with emotion (and from the blood draining down his throat.)

She stops. She does not move another muscle, but she stopped. That’s enough for Steve. He stands there, waiting. Nancy’s voice crackles through the comms, “Steve, you need a doctor. She’s too dangerous. Stand. Down.”

Robin hears the voice too, but she says nothing. Her eyes burn with tears and her memories begin flooding back one by one by one.

Scoops. The Russians. Dustin. Erica. Tammy Thompson. Being separated. Mrs. Clicks class. The annoying upper class-men with the stupid hair and oh–!

Steve stands there. She can hear him wheezing. I did that, she thinks, oh god.

She turns. “Steve?”

“Steve?” she says again, her voice cracking, breaking in two. “Oh god, oh god, oh god Steve,” the tears flow freely down her face now, but she must not stop. He will die if she doesn’t keep going. She cannot lose him again.

The damned metal appendage, much as she loathes it, is incredibly powerful. Enough to hoist him up long enough and drag him as far as she can. She grabs his comms device. “This is Robin, I–”

The same voice from earlier cuts through, “Robin?!?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” She sniffs, wiping the snot off her nose, “yeah, it’s me. I’m gonna do what i can, but call an ambulance, now.”

She can’t remember the feminine voice, but she thinks she knows it. Or at least, she did, at one point. It feels familiar.

She rips the god awful leash they kept on her off, tearing the black leathery fabric to shreds, using her knife to slice it into pieces of terrible makeshift gauze. The tears blur her vision, but she can’t let that stop her. Steve coughs.

“Rob…” he breathes, ragged. Robin stops, the tears still streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Rob,” he coughs. He grabs the metal hand, not the fleshy one. The metal one. Gives it a squeeze.

Forgiveness.

Steve’s eyes roll back into his head.

“Steve?!?” she shouts, shaking him lightly, “Steve?!? You–you can’t leave me again!”

When Nancy and the paramedics arrive, they find Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley passed out side by side, his wounds haphazardly taken care of by her. While her wounds fester and bleed out. Nancy notices, Robin put him first. 

[orcelito]

hows itnl next chapter goin' ? 👉👈

Hfkshfks well I was rereading ITNL to get back into it and vibing and then I had some intense fuckin deadlines for school so I haven't gotten back to it Just yet hfkshfm

Perhaps have gotten a little distracted reading the smut fic I have posted and thinking about writing the sequel one-shot to it. Just for a little low pressure fun writing. Get back in the groove of writing lol. Also I got into a real vashwood mood that ITNL won't be indulging for a while hfkshfkd so. Brain wants to make them squirm. You know.

Anyways even if I do end up writing that next one shot I don't think it'll keep me from ITNL for tooooo long? I was definitely vibing with it when I was reading it. I just need to get that drive for violence back and also get to a point where I don't have a bunch of deadlines hanging over my head jfshdmd (bc I am still not outta the woods on that yet 😭😭😭) but AFTERWARDS... hopefully I'll be getting to it before too long.

The good news is I have a doctors appointment on Tuesday to hopefully get adhd meds and IF THEY WORK, well I hope they can unlock an increased productivity never before seen in me. Or well I guess I can't say that given my 70k words in 3 weeks super hyperfixation back in 2020 but OTHER THAN THAT... productivity for the Current me at least.

That + the fact that the next few chapters of ITNL will be very exciting for me... once I start writing I think I'll be writing a Lot... I just need a little bit longer to get there......

[bunnihearted]

📓🕯️🐇🖤pt.2

[foxcassius]

jake and i are hesitantly planning for japan again in october 2025 or 2026 and the downside is thats soooooo long from now and the upside is october is objectively a better month than may to be in japan

[1roentgen]

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