#asks🖤

[tratshka]

Okay two questions! Have you read The unbelievable Gwenpool comic? (Doctor Doom is in it) Also Can you please make more Doomiron/Doomtony art please?

Hi!, i have not read it but now I'm tempted.

and aww, how I can deny such a polite request?.

[desperatecuckquean]

When the hot goth girl is nice enough to make me coffee after she kept me up all night fucking my boyfriend ❤️❤️❤️

[aces-and-angels]

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[video transcript below cut]:

amal: hello my friends all over the world. i am amal ashour from gaza, 27 years old. i am married and have one baby, maryam. for 225 days we have been suffering from the war in gaza. no one can imagine what is happening to us. the situation in gaza is very difficult. we live in very hot weather and there is no water.

i hope everyone will stand with me and help me. we want to leave gaza to a safe place. donate to us and share the video and donation link with your friends. donation link in bio. thank you, my friends.

[iztea]

🖤🐈‍⬛🖤

[chloesimaginationthings]

I ADORE your design for Charlie. It’s so adorable!!!!!!

I’m so glad y’all loved her design!!

[pathologicalreid]

If your down could u write an imagine where reader is new to the bau and Spencer is just coming back from jail and he makes reader nervous and when he notices he starts to mess with her nothing to wild but he teases her every now and again -🖤

drop | S.R.

in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: fluff, lighthearted teasing, clumsiness, obliviousness, reader is mentioned to be shorter than 5'7" (sorry it just worked for the story)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey anon! thanks for requesting, i think i may have verged away from the request on accident. also this is the one i posted about earlier that had been deleted by word so i had to rewrite it and therefore it's not very thoroughly proofread. hope you enjoy.

It came as a shock, most people needed to apply to the BAU and even then, they spent years trying to get in. You had gotten a call four months ago and were told you were leaving IOD in the Hoover building and would be expected at the BAU the next morning.

Years ago, you had a run-in with Emily Prentiss while she was heading Interpol in London, but you didn’t think she remembered you ��� let alone wanted to work with you. She brought you on to the team to help catch Peter Lewis

Now, Peter Lewis was dead, and Spencer Reid had been exonerated. You thought your time with the team was done, but when Emily caught you packing up your things, she told you she had no intentions of sending you back to the International Operation Division.

So, you made yourself comfortable at your desk across from Luke’s, even adding a picture of your family, just to make it seem a little lived-in.

It was something you’d had drilled into your head by your father: if you’re not early, you’re late. That was the reason why you were usually the first to the BAU, only sometimes being beaten by Dr. Reid.

Penelope said he was harmless, but that didn’t change the fact that he made you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were scared of him, but nervous in the way that he was something of a legend in the FBI.

Even more so since his recent release from prison.

You felt a sort of disconnect from the team when it came to them trying to get Reid out of prison, whenever Nadie Ramos came up in conversation, you picked up your files on Mr. Scratch and distracted yourself. Of course, you helped where you were needed, but you didn’t know him like they did.

This particular morning, you had beaten him to the office, taking your spot at your desk and flipping through a file you had abandoned in the name of sleep last night. A slight crash made you jump so badly that you fumbled with the papers in an attempt to not drop them. You looked up to see Spencer had dropped his bag on his desk, “Good morning, Y/N.” He greeted you.

Blankly, you stare at him for a moment before giving him a half smile. “Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you responded.

“I told you that you could just call me Reid, or Spencer,” he said, sitting down at his own desk.

Nodding, you found yourself interested in your coffee cup. “Yes, you did,” you took a deep breath. “Good morning, Spencer,” you tried again, offering him a fuller smile.

That seemed to appease him for now because he flipped open his own files and started inspecting them.

As you were preparing for the 10 o’clock debrief, you found yourself in the office kitchenette, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot that had been brewed an indeterminate number of minutes ago. Vaguely aware of the person standing behind you, you turned around to find Spencer, holding his own mug in both hands. “Oh! Hey,” you said, mentally smacking the palm of your hand to your forehead.

You moved out of the way as you added cream to your mug, watching as Spencer poured his coffee and followed it up with an almost equal amount of sugar. As you were about to make your way to the round table room, Spencer spoke, “You know, before 1975 you wouldn’t even have been able to be an FBI agent.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, “Wait, what? Why?”

“Before 1975 people shorter than 5’7” couldn’t be FBI agents,” He responded plainly, but there was a bit of mischief in his eyes.

You looked at him curiously, warmth flooding your cheeks. You stammered something about being late and rushed to the roundtable room, taking your usual spot next to Luke, and watching what Garcia presented to you—pretending not to notice Spencer across the table from you.

The BAU had been asked to consult on a case, but there were no precincts that had asked the team to make a trip to them. You had finished the paperwork on a recently closed case and got up to bring it to Emily, stuffing the papers in a file folder, you turned around and ran into Spencer. “Sorry!” You squeaked out, dropping to the floor to pick up the papers. To your surprise, he crouched down next to you and helped to pick up the papers. “Oh, jeez, now they’re all out of order,” you moped, setting the papers back down on your desk.

“It was my fault,” Spencer said. The honesty in his voice made your shoulders slouch.

Shaking your head, you smiled at him, “It’s okay, Spencer. They’re just papers.”

He looked at you like there was something more he wanted to say, but he didn’t, he just turned from your desk and walked out of the bullpen, leaving you staring.

When you finally brought your papers to Emily, she asked you to close the door behind you. Patiently, you stood in her office while she added your file to the menacing pile she kept on her desk. “I’ve been meaning to ask how you’re doing. With the BAU, I mean,” she told you, leaning over her desk.

“Good, I think. I’ve gotten very few complaints so far,” you told her, unable to help the uneasiness you felt. Had someone said something?

Emily nodded, her dark hair shining with the movement, “Good, I haven’t heard anything negative about you at all. Which is actually uncommon for the BAU.”

You let the rest of the day pass, but as the team trickled out of the bullpen, only you, Emily, and Spencer were left.

At the sound of rustling, you looked over to see that Spencer was packing up his things and putting them into his familiar leather bag. Resting your cheek on your hand, you went back to your case file, marking thoughts in the margins.

Jumping when something hit your desk, making the metal rattle, you dropped your pen on the ground. Peering up to see Spencer giving you a lopsided smile before he bent down to pick up your pen, “Hey, at least you didn’t drop a bunch of papers again.”

You flushed as your eyes followed him out the glass doors of the BAU, turning around to see Emily watching on, leaning on the railing outside her office, looking between you and Spencer as if she knew something you didn’t.

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[moodyvoid]

All the mha video games are fighting games, I think they need to make a dating sim, specifically an lov dating sim, call it love of villains? League of romance? Or just fuck the league of villains 🤷🤷🤷

I’d give anything. 🙏

Also imagine Shigaraki will sometimes have dialogue that will break the fourth wall like

“You’re really going to need to raise your relationship points with me if you wanna fuck.”

“You’re giving me all the right gifts… either you really know me or you looked up a strategy guide.”

“Wow, you’re almost at full hearts with me. That’s my good little gamer… Yes, I can see the heart meter.”

“So I noticed you have hearts with Dabi. I don’t share— unless you unlock the secret ending— but I’m not telling you how to get it.”

“So you actually found the secret ending? Congrats, pervert. Get ready to take screenshots.”

[conjuring-ghouls]

diva behavior

[daily-spooky]

Thank you for making this blog

My pleasure

[tratshka]

Hiiiii do you take commissions 👀

Hi Yess!, always have them open ;)

[lipsticklens]

-ˏˋ self ship ask game ! જ⁀➴𖹭

🤍 : how did you first meet your f/o? what made you realize you were falling in love with them? what made them realize they were falling in love with you?

🫧 : who makes the other one laugh more, you or your f/o? do you tell each other jokes, or is it more a natural sense of humor?

🐇 : do you and your f/o have a pet together? if so, tell us about it! ( what's its name? what kind of animal is it? what's its temperament? ) if not, would you ever get one together?

🐚 : do you give each other gifts often? what's your favorite thing they've given you? what's their favorite thing you've given them?

🦷 : have you ever helped each other through injuries? who gets injured more, you or your f/o?

🕯 : do you and your f/o live together? why or why not? what do your living space(s) look like?

🪽 : do you and your f/o enjoy traveling together? do you do it often? what's your favorite place that you've traveled with them?

🦢 : do you both enjoy classically romantic dates? what's your favorite date you've been on with your f/o?

🛁 : what are some nonsexual forms of intimacy that you & your f/o enjoy? what's your favorite? what's their's?

💿 : reveal your music taste! share some songs that you and your f/o enjoy. how about some albums? some artists?

🕊 : how do you and your f/o dress? do you coordinate outfits together? do you dress similarly, or are you opposites?

☁️ : do you and your f/o enjoy movie nights? what kind of movies do you both enjoy watching? do either of you have a favorite movie, and if so, what does the other one think of it?

remember to practice reblog karma! ^^ you don't need to ask me ( op ) in order to reblog ☆ pr.osh.ip / c.omsh.ip / etc please dni!

[desperatecuckquean]

Gotten a lot of love on this blog recently. So I felt the need to ask:

[starfallsystemblog2]

ULTIMATE SCENE/EMO ASK GAME

(´• ω •`)ﾉ 。.:☆*:･’ ☆*:.｡. ⊂(･ω･*⊂)

1. Are you more Scene or Emo?

2. Were you ever into Never Shout Never?

3. Fringes or Raccoontails?

4. Bright and colorful hair, or dark black hair?

5. Gloomy bear or Hello Kitty?

6. How often do you shop at a HotTopic?

7. How many band posters do you have up?

8. Have you watched Invader Zim? If so, who’s your favorite character?

9. Opinion on Gerard Way?

10. Waffles or Tacos?

11. Have you played Gaia?

12. Dear Maria or Check Yes Juliet?

13. Do you drink Monster?

14. Have you had a scene phase before?

15. Do you make Kandi?

16. Do you wear a lot of Kandi?

17. Do you have a Blingee account? And/or make Blingees?

18. Are you a furry? If so, what’s your fursona like?

19. Do you listen to BVB, AA, or BMTH?

20. Do you have Funko Pops?

21. Do you watch Anime?

22. Do you play Animal Jam?

23. Are you okay?

24. Are you Lol Xd Randum??

25. Opinion on Nyan Cat?

26. Big hair or big accessories?

27. Have you ever had MySpace? Do you still?

28. Want any emo/scene tattoos?

29. Have any emo/scene tattoos?

30. Do you like Furbies?

31. xD, Xd or XD?

32. Do you like Care Bears?

33. Is Avril Lavigne a clone?

34. Do you want fangs?

35. Does emo/scenecore make you happy?

36. Have you dyed your hair? If so, what colors and how long ago?

37. Do you want/have any piercings?

38. Do you wish you were in a band?

39. What Warrior Cats clan are you in?

40. Is Gir annoying?

41. Have you ever played Imvu?

42. Are you a Killjoy or a Youngblood?

43. Do you have any emo/scene friends IRL?

44. Who’s your favorite scene/emo blog?

45. Do you wear Converse?

46. Does “Rawr” mean “I love you” in Dinosaur?

47. Favorite Pokemon?

48. Do you like Decora fashion?

49. Do you like Sparkle Dogs?

50. Show us the most emo/scene picture of you!

Reblog and have fun! But make sure not to reblog without asking someone a question!!!!!!

[sukirichi]

Please indulge us with the other princes (ushiwaka, Kita, Tobio, akaashi) too 😭🙏 I beg 🙇‍♀️

ushiwaka is methodical when it comes to sex. he sees it as a form of fulfilling his duty, and takes into account the importance of pleasing his partner well. he likes to think he’s prepared for it - he’s spent hours on women’s blogs reading where the clit is, the g-spot, and how to curl his fingers just right when he’s knuckle deep inside you. he finds no shame in his actions because a well-informed man is like a man going to battle fully geared. he also has a playlist (courtesy of the twins) to ‘set the mood.’ he’s prepared for it, or so he says, because nothing ever really gets him ready for the first time he sinks himself into your heat, feels your walls clench around his girth, and he realizes that nothing could be compared to the real thing. or how he never saw himself to be someone who spends hours between your legs. its only inside the bedroom that he uses his strength willingly to pry your legs apart when your knees close in on him. ushiwaka remains methodical even after years of marriage, though, and follows a strict pattern that he needs to make you cum first - once with you sitting on his face, twice with his fingers buried within you, and three more times around his cock where he takes you in his favorite position: pronebone.

kita is the gentlest lover you could ask for. he loves kissing and does it like he’s taking his last breath. he starts by kissing you on the neck, then down to your collarbone as his expert fingers pop open the myriad of buttons you have on your top. he’s tender with each touch that has you keening under his palm, but all that gentleness flies out the window the moment all your clothes hit the ground. you see, one thing about kita is that he is a man of restraint and the epitome of self control. surely you could let him indulge in losing that control every once in a while. and you learn sooner than later that kita loves using his necktie to keep your wrists in place, caressing your jaw as he gazes over the helpless look on your face upon wanting to touch him, but he doesn’t let you. he takes his sweet time with you too, his strokes agonizingly slow yet precise. he’ll keep his eyes on you the whole time as he ravishes you, your nipple in his mouth and his thumb flicking your clit. and when you scream his name? he’ll just stuff your panties down that pretty mouth <3

and pretty boy tobio, sweet boy tobio... he’s shy, and unsure of himself. he’s the youngest of his brothers and have always felt like he was most lacking, but when he sees the way your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack with the struggle of taking him all the way to the hilt? perhaps he isn’t so lacking after all. but he’s still so shy even when you’re impaled on his cock, your breasts bouncing in front of his face. he’s unsure whether to put his hands on your hips or bring your face close for a kiss, because everything feels too good that he can’t form a coherent thought. deciding to just go with instincts, his hands end up wrapped in your throat. choking, you clamp down on him with stuttering hips and oh, tobio’s sure to do that again. again and again until you’re nothing but a sweaty mess on top of him and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head as he praises you for how good you’ve been. it’s his turn now to make you feel good. flipping you onto your back, tobio presses your legs against your chest, his weight crushing you as he fucks you all the way in the morning

akaashi needs a lot more convincing that you want him before he believes it. how could you like him, after all? he’s not rich, not the most popular, and his title is nothing but a joke. it takes more than a few heated kisses and with you guiding his wrist to feel the wetness in your cunt for him to finally snap out of it. inexperienced as he may be, his eagerness to please you makes up for it. it’s worth all those weeks of flirting with the easily flustered prince, all those hours of pining and shamelessly batting your eyes at him. because now the prince has your cheeks pressed against the glass window, your breath fogging up the glass as he ruthlessly takes you from behind. it shouldn’t be romantic, the way his hands dig into your hips as he murmurs sweet nothing’s in your ears. it should feel filthy - how he’s sucking at your earlobe as you watch the way your cream forms a ring around his cock. akaashi is surprisingly messy as he fucks his cum back into you, his low groans like a song accompanied by the loud, wet squelches. instead it’s just heavenly, even more so when he reaches for you even in his sleep, his arms wrapping around your torso as he sleepily mumbles, “want you again. s’that okay?” and because its akaashi - sweet, loving akaashi - you let him take you in your sleep-filled haze. there’s no complaints when you wake up with his cum sticky between your legs, and your entire body sore

[k1ll3rqu33n]