#could no longer restrain

[eggdesign]

I promise i'm still working on the milk theme i'm just also doing this

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[flowercitti]

16 and 70 vashwood wahhhh (only if you'd like to ;;)

Ahhh thank u sm for sending an ask! 🌸🫶 (And I never really told u directly but I think of the art u made for my fic daily it’s so so gorgeous I squeal abt it all the time still.) Went ahead and just combined these two! I hope u enjoy! 🫶🌸

16: “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” And 70: “You’re warm.”

Vash has become accustomed to sharing a bed with Wolfwood over their travels. It’s cheaper, it’s easier, it ensures that they have each other’s back in an emergency. It means no one is forced onto the floor, no matter how much Vash would gladly do so. Wolfwood is strangely adamant that he doesn’t.

And, truthfully, Vash is often too exhausted at the end of long days or sometimes weeks of traveling without rest or breaks to even care where he rests his head. When they make it to a hotel, he’d be just as happy to fall asleep on a table if it meant he could close his eyes for a few hours.

So, falling asleep next to Wolfwood certainly isn’t the worst bed allocation. In fact, it’s rather pleasant. And that’s the problem.

Vash is starting to think he likes it a little too much.

He’s lying awake, eyes counting the stars and constellations outside the window so he doesn’t have to look at Nicholas’s sleeping face, far softer than what it looks like when he’s awake. He can hear the puff of his breaths, even and steady, a comforting reminder of his presence. Vash doesn’t quite know when Nicholas started meaning safety, but it’s irrevocable now. Like it’s always been that way, no matter how long Vash has lived. There was a before him, and now there’s a during. He doesn’t want to think of the after, so he doesn’t, only shakes his head and gives in to the urge to turn his gaze back towards the source of his thoughts.

Nicholas’s hair curls over his forehead, head buried into his pillow as he lays on his side. His lashes are long and dark, fanning out over his cheeks and fluttering minutely as he sleeps. The moonlight catches over the point of his cheekbone, his full lips parted just slightly, dark brows relaxed in a way that they often aren’t. Vash can’t help but look at him, something swelling his chest, a prickle of heat over his skin.

And then Wolfwood twitches, lax expression screwing up into a grimace. His breathing picks up, face jerking to the side as he huffs, a peak of teeth behind his twisting lips. He’s never seen Nicholas have a nightmare before; not when they’re this close, at least. Not since they’ve started to share beds with each other. His hand darts out, tempted to wake him, before he immediately grows unsure. He doesn’t want to startle him, but there’s something like a whimper that catches in Nicholas’s throat, the sound feeling like a knife levering under his ribs. His fingers twitch, his lips parting around the beginning syllable of his name before he stops himself, teeth clenching in debate.

But it doesn’t matter what he might have decided on because Wolfwood is gasping awake, his hand snapping out like the jaws of a snake, his fingers circling tightly around his wrist. Vash stops himself from startling, meeting wild coal dark eyes, ignoring the dangerous shift of his bones under his grasp. Nick’s teeth are bared as he pants, gaze unfocused and his shoulders trembling with tension. Vash lays still for several long moments, watching as he slowly comes back to himself, lashes flickering and chest heaving.

“Wolfwood?” He murmurs and Nicholas jumps, jerking back and taking his hand with him. He sits up with a lurch, and before Vash can think he’s reaching out, carefully grasping at his forearm to keep him from scrambling out of bed. Wolfwood looks down at his hand before his eyes dart back up towards him, and Vash has never seen him look afraid like that before.

He sucks in a long breath, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says quietly, fingers flexing over his bare arm, something inside of him warring on whether he should pull away or not. He swallows and allows his hand to stay until Nicholas decides to brush him off.

“Fuck.” Wolfwood hisses before he’s falling back the mattress, free hand coming up to rub at his face, resting his arm over his eyes as he turns into his elbow, “You didn’t do shit. I’m sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.”

Vash runs his knuckles over his tan skin, something he hopes is a soothing gesture. He doesn’t think he’s ever been very good at this. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Wolfwood looks over at him, arm moving to reveal one dark eye. “Idiot.” He grumbles, but he lets Vash continue to rub nonsensical patterns into his forearm, smoothing over his skin gently. His hands trails further down, thumbing over his scarred knuckles.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, watching Wolfwood’s mouth twist, his eyes hidden again.

“Just a dream. It doesn’t matter.” He mutters and Vash knows to drop it, that he’s not going to talk about, especially not tonight. So he only hums, tracing over old scars, fingers delicate over tawny skin as Nicholas’s breaths begin to even out. Nick’s skin is callused in most places, small nicks and scars catching on his soft finger pads.

“You’re warm.” Nick murmurs, his hand turning over so his palm is facing up. Vash places his thumb in the middle of it, circling over his skin, pressing into more rough calluses. He laces their fingers, heart stuttering in his chest, and Nicholas allows it. He breathes out slowly, shifting just slightly closer.

“‘S’nice.” He whispers and Vash smiles, aching with want, like a spool of thick honey in his gut.

He cradles Wolfwood’s hand between both palms and doesn’t say anything more.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

for the songs stuff Don't worry I'd love to go listen to them in the future >:] BUT ALSO.. feel free to drop the junper playlist id love to see that :eyes:

That calms my mind a lot abt the song requests tysm ^^

ANYWAYS!!!!!!! I technically have 2 Juniper playlists but one of them is my main one filtered down to just him & his villain arc, here's the main one here (I've had it FOREVER):

I really need to put it into character arc order but alas I have not yet..

[longagoitwastuesday]

Waiting for JJK leaks with my heart beating fast. As if I were caught up with the manga. As if I were invested in this at all!

[meatriarch]

reminder to myself that i should craft up an npc based on the 'person' we control in museum mode who was one of the other victims / captives that either the family had caught on the property ( for buckshot routes ) or that johnny likely had dragged down ( for all other aus ) who tried to help get maria out prior basement brawl

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[josecariohca]

least favorite naruto character for any reason whatsoever :)

fghjkjhuygth this is evil!!!!

so i dont have a number one least favorite character, but i do have 2 that i absolutely despise in equal measure for different reasons, then another 2 who irritate me so deeply that i tune out whenever theyre on screen

EASILY my top 2 most hated are jiraiya and kankuro. jiraiya is a pretty widely disliked character, so i dont think i have to explain why i hate him so much. its just his......everything. i know hating kankuro is kind of controversial and while i do appreciate his little cat ears and fun makeup, i think he is boring and annoying, and that is a crime that cannot be forgiven.

my 2 honorable mentions are shikamaru and konohamaru, who would be equal to my top 2 least favorites if not for the fact that, while they are incredibly annoying, they dont bring out the same level of disdain in me that jiraiya and kankuro do.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

bonus thing i cherish in this shot is that it's the one time it's immediately noticeable that her hair length is uneven....let's go Cutting One's Own Hair (With Or Without A Mirror) look havers irl (b/c of cutting one's own hair with or without a mirror, maybe) & even when it's recreated on purpose like so

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the curse of having a vision that is so far above ur skill level you just kinda think about it

[archduke-enver-gortash]

hrmmm trying to write but my brain can’t come up with anything concrete

[psychotrenny]

Such is life

[outeremissary]

Tbh I think any rural queer person or queer person living in a conservative dominated area deserves to deck anyone who make an unsolicited suggestion they relocate

[atvbs]

i haven't played prsk recently tell me about the poly gamer quartet

poly gamer quartet is akito touya emu and nene !

they had a mixed event last summer in jp called close game offline where akty and emnn respectively were competing against each other in an arcade competition

but on god these four are so silly. akty and emnn are well established dynamics but it opens the door to tynn, akem, emty, and aknn which are all super fun dynamics… the former two are my personal faves bc tynn are the 1-b gamers and then akem. some guy and insane girl its such a funny duodhdjDHSJDJ

i like to think following cgo the four get together and play video games together whether its on a hoke console or at the arcade gudhshss

[grantihare]

mother in law stole my fave pj pants cant have shit in this house

[bilosan]

hi i loved your demi!eddie gifset. would u consider making a gay eddie one?🙏

i got you! 🌈

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."