#feel free to scream at me to do it tho

[caluupin]

I think it would be cool if i start a little series of doodling a neuvi routinely, not sure if i can keep up tho, might make it weekly so i can keep up without having it interfere with my other stuff

[gia-d]

Team W! As in Who let them near the fire rods???

Four, Legend and Hyrule

[sluckythewizard]

FORGOT I CAN POST STUFF HERE. HERE, CHECK OUT THESE BEASTS I SCRIBBLED UP A WHILE BACK

[arolesbianism]

Despite how much I suffered making my last isat au Aris sprite redraw, I decided to do it again and once again went through hell doing it. There’s like a billion mistakes in this (such as her having the wrong arm rip) but at the end of the day I’m still happy with how it turned out :]

[theloveinc]

would it weird if i like. LMAO. ...

[mrlowell]

I just finished Steel Ball Run and

Aurgh.......

[chisatowo]

I am BORED someone give me enrichment NOW

[appreciatingtokrev]

i will honestly never get why our society behaves the way it does when it comes to accommodations. like, the ones for people with disabilities, illnesses, disorders (all three both physical & mental), fears, phobias, and the like. it makes no sense to me.

why would you wait for someone with social anxiety to have a panic attack on stage until you go ‘yeah, okay, maybe we shouldn’t have forced you to do this’ when they specifically asked not to present on stage because they have social anxiety and know that they won’t be able to handle it? why would you wait until an invisibly physically disabled person faints until you go ‘yeah, okay, maybe i should have made sure that they don’t have to do The Things They Say They Can’t Do even if they look like they can’ when they specifically told you? Why would you watch a person drop out of school because of unmedicated audhd and still not consider helping them when they specifically told you what they struggle with and what kind of help they’d like?

just those three are based on my experiences alone.

i will never fucking get it. why is it so hard to accommodate for someone when they specifically ask you to, give clear instructions, and explain to you what they can & can’t do?

and no, i don’t think any of the reasons i’ve heard for it should be commonly accepted. ‘i didn’t know’ yes, yes you did. you were told. ‘but how can i trust you? what if you’re lying about it?’ and?? what does it matter if i lie about having social anxiety as to not present on stage. why would i even do that? and if, hypotetically, i did. what do you lose from still accommodating me? what does it hurt to believe me? ‘it’s too complicated/hard/too much work’ i did not ask to have social anxiety. i did not ask to have audhd. i did not ask to have an invisible physical disability. i do my best to handle it, but sometimes i just can’t. and i can’t control that. the least you can do is make sure that you exclude me from activities that could harm me (both physically and mentally) and that can’t be that fucking hard. ‘it’s not/doesn’t look/seem that bad’ to YOU. however, it IS bad for me. i know my own body & mind better than you do, and i’m sorry that my issues are invisible, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t exist. and, also, i can mask. but not always. that’s the whole point.

while i’m already at it, as a person with a few uncommon phobias/fears, i hate hate hate how we, as society, treat people with bad phobias/fears that ask you to accommodate for them. not everyone benefits from exposure therapy!!. if someone asks you not to do/show them something (that isn’t cruical to your survival, and/or long-term happiness. if you’re a diabetic and need to use a syringe on yourself to survive, risking that beth passes out because of her fear of needles is worth it, for example. you can also warn her, and the two of you can make sure that she never sees you using it on yourself without too much effort on either side. communicate!) because it scares them, then just don’t. it really isn’t that hard.

[neganium]

Still kind of debating being brave and trying out youtube for a bit. the thought of the huge pile of unwatched videos waiting there for me kind of puts me off, however.

[supatroopa]

That feeling when you write an entire essay in tags of a post you make and as writing and thinking about stuff you realize a major part of your opinion was not thought out enough and now you need to not post it because it’s not right

[bloodravensarecommies]

re. my tags on the previous post. This whole "Hurting someone and graphic injury as a love metaphor" thing is the Deer Skull Catholicism equivalent of romanticising allowing your fear of intimacy and human connection and history of being a victim of abuse to control your whole life instead of I don't know. Actually fucking working on getting over it. And if I didn't hate christians so violently, it might even be more annoying than people trying to make the infamous serial rapists and racists of the catholic church look cool and progressive

[thekittyburger]

gonna semi-vague blog but does anyone actually know if you have urges to harm yourself/others but won’t follow through if you’ll be admitted to a hospital? Like I’ve heard if you have these (not-intrusive) thoughts you will, but if you’re not intending to (for my own reasons you don’t need to know 😭) would they still do it?

[dex0s]

—♡DOUMA X MALE READER WARNING: smut, non-con, cannibalism?, douma, reader having a huge chest, thoracic area called boobs/tits, daddy kink, face sitting, breeding kink, semi-public?, incest?, cliffhanger ending (only because I’m lazy), not proof read

A/N— okay I know I was gone for like 2 months but um— yeah

You were a member of his cult and your older sister got sick to the point she had to stay in bed instead of praying to your demon lord. For the past couple days you had been asking your lord to heal your sister. And at first DOUMA was uninterested or just ignored you but then he got a full look at you. (H/c) hair, beautiful bright (e/c) eyes, nice face, well shaped body, and lastly YOUR CHEST. Oh and how he was so in love.

“Oh look a new play thing. Just. For. Me~ and ONLY me~”

After that you notice changes. One, Douma would ONLY look at you if you in the room but the moment you leave his face becomes disinterested (even if he doesn’t have emotions he feels like his life just decrease by a life time). Two, you ALWAYS feel like you’re being watched no matter what you doing or where you are, there are always RAINBOW EYES watching. And three, when you go and pray to your lord you can notice the lust in his eyes like a predator eyeing their next meal.

“I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you sooner… I wonder if that man will let me keep you~ who know maybe I will quit bugging him~”

Knowing damn well that man can hear him

One time you went to douma and asked for his blessing so your sister could get better and by pure coincidence your sister gotten better and could move around better then before. You thanked douma for the blessing but even tho it was a complete coincidence douma wanted more than just a thanks. He gave you his blessing and healed your sister. He wants more and he will get want he wants whether you want it or not .

HaAh~ Oh you tastes Sooo~ good~ Your so good—Fuck! for daddy~

Grinding your hips into the pillow while Douma is thrusting in and out your ass. “Ahh~ you look like dog when you do that~” Douma said, moving his hand up your body and stopping at your chest. “W-wait~AH!” Slamming his cock back in he starts to grope your chest. “Hmm! What a— good boy you are, so good— for daddy” you start to feel yourself about to release and you try to warn your lord but all that came out was babbles. Douma seem to notice this and started to go even harder on you hearing your gummy walls take him in and out and all the noise you were making made him even more hard then white sticky cum came out your dick but that didn’t stop Douma in fact he decided to switch it up a lot bit.

He lifts you over his face, your legs are shaking then slams you down on his face. Taking his long slimy tongue starting with kitty licks, suddenly roughly gripping your thighs and full on eating your ass like there’s no tomorrow. When the door opens (you didn’t even notice at first) it reveals your sister. Your sister was in shock, she didn’t know you had a side like this. Hearing your moans and the licks your sister can feel a wet spot in her undergarment. While your sister was standing there Douma could smell her wetness and started to get upset.

“Why is she here.”

“She needs to leave can’t she see I’m playing with my plaything.”

“It’s her fault he’s in this situation”

“She shouldn’t be so selfish and get sick”

“You know what… It’s show time”

Taking out his tongue from your ass, he moves you to his lap. Picking you up with your legs wrapped around his waist Douma starts to walk to your sister. “You know it’s rude to stare” using one of his free hands and roughly grabbing your sister’s chin forcing her to look at his rainbow eyes. “W-what are you doing to my brother!” Yelled out your sister that was trying to force Douma’s hand off of her and trying to reach for you, when Douma grabs the hand that was reaching for you and pulling it off her body. Finally snapping out the trance you hear a bloody cuddling scream. Turning your head around to see your sister on the ground clutching her shoulder but before you can say anything you were placed on the ground on all fours in front of your sister.

“Why don’t we put a show on for your sister~ hmm dear~”

[ozzgin]

I love your reader insert stuff!! The yandere yazuka series was vvvv entertaining, I wish I had a big scary gangster to scare away my stalker lol

If you are open to requests, how about Idol!Reader x Yandere!Bodyguard. I love the trope so much, and I'm interested and what you'd do with the idea. No worries if you're not interested tho!

Best wishes

-🌟

I just finished writing it and you've got me punching the air with your prompt. It wasn't really my thing but I'm now sold. Thank you for the trope idea. :’)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (I)

Short scenario featuring your bodyguard that takes his duty a little too seriously. Not that you’d mind…

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Fantastic show tonight!"

The older man guides you in and closes the door behind him. You smile warmly and seat yourself on the sofa. He quickly follows, although at a terribly uncomfortable proximity. His legs are pressed against yours and he extends an arm behind you, pretending to stretch. You shuffle awkwardly and lock your hands in your lap. You can already tell where this is going.

"With your talent, I'm confident we could triple the number of attendants. We just need a bigger venue." He nods at you and taps your thigh with his other free hand as encouragement. You notice the wedding band digging into his skin. 

"Alas, let us not waste the evening with business talk. I'm sure a stunning lady like you has better things to do." He laughs at his own compliment and ponders for a minute. "In fact, why don't we have dinner together? I know a great restaurant in the area."

You open your mouth to speak, but are distracted by the sudden, mild pressure on your leg. Somehow, his greasy fingers have wandered further up in the time you listened to his shameless offer. You've been in this career for long enough to guess what such proposals entail. If you say no, best case scenario he presses further, calling you a stuck up bitch and reminding you who has the power in this partnership. Worst case scenario, he leaves the room and the calls and invitations to perform will gradually drop. 

Yet your situation is special, benefitting from an additional possibility. A loophole, if you may.

Should you scream? Oh, he always gets so angry when you act scared. It's an immediate trigger. He really has a soft spot for your glistening, frightened eyes. You glance up one final time at the perverted smirk silently disregarding you. If you are to be honest with yourself, you'd very much enjoy seeing it wiped off forever. Why not? You're feeling particularly mean today.

So without hesitation, you release a high pitched yell of help. The door bursts open and the hinges creak. A tall, toned man walks in, and without a word he lunges at the manager, pulling him by the collar of his cheap dress jacket. You hold your cheeks dramatically, and bat your eyelashes at your bodyguard.

"H-he tried to molest me..." you mumble between sobs.

That's all he needs to proceed. Now the real fun begins. You can hear the muffled screams of protest. The bones crack and the flesh bends under his iron fists. Standing before your bodyguard, they all end up looking like ragdolls. Comically limp and weak, folding and breaking with no resistance. It amuses you greatly.

When did it all begin? You can't remember anymore. You were in your early years and this scary looking stranger entered your little backstage room. His explanation was brief and to the point: as your fame increases, so will the threats to your safety. He was appointed as your bodyguard. You couldn't care less, so you just shrugged. 

You've always been on the playful side. Not necessarily rude, just some innocent tease and banter wherever it's well received. Seeing him so quiet and stoic, you couldn't help but try to push his buttons: changing in front of him and requiring his assistance, occasionally asking him to pick you up and carry you because you could no longer walk. Naturally you would've stopped at the first complaint, but that's the strange part: no reaction ever came. He went along with everything. You assumed it's part of the job. Celebrities aren't known for their good manners, so hiring someone that loses their temper easily would be a fast ticket to termination.

Then you had your first encounter with one of the unpleasant fans you've been warned about. You could only stare in terror at your bodyguard's feral, unhinged reaction. The unfortunate fan's face was so disfigured, you wondered if anyone could ever manage to fix it back into shape. The bodyguard was panting and you could see the sweat coating his face and chest. You were rather confident there were many other ways to deal with it and this wasn't on the recommended list. Thus you felt compelled to ask the million dollar question:

"You act like a jealous spouse. Do you have a crush on me or something?"

You kind of regretted your audacity towards a man that had just nearly killed someone. But his features softened instantly and he turned to you, wiping his forehead and straightening his collar. 

"I suppose so. Is that an issue?"

As you stared ahead, processing his unbothered act, you sensed your cheeks feverishly burning. Uh oh. You hadn't anticipated such a nonchalant confession. You thought back to all the times you stood before him, bare and flirty. Was he merely holding back his urges the entire time? Or was he finally paying you back for all the teasing? Then again, his face didn't betray any hint of humor.

"I've never heard you joke before", you decided to test the waters.

"I'm not. Why would I joke about something like this?" He gazed at you incredulously. 

As somber and honest as ever. Well, that would indeed explain why he'd let you get away with the cheeky behavior. The more you considered it, the more entranced you became with the idea of indulging in such a relationship. As a famous idol, you couldn't be seen dating anyone. One rumor of you having a boyfriend and the agency would've had your ass suspended. But no one said anything about messing around with your bodyguard. He has to be with you all the time, so no one would suspect a thing. And you could definitely expand his list of responsibilities. You'd been terribly stressed lately, after all, and an outlet to release your frustrations would be most welcomed. Your bodyguard would never refuse pleasing his beloved.

You chuckled and pulled him towards your dressing room, giddy with excitement. Something about his imposing presence, like a wild animal that had just escaped from the leash, aroused you to no end. You've had your share of crazy fans, but this was the cherry on top. 

"Should we leave?"

You're jolted out of your daydreams by his low, rough voice. Ah, you missed the grand finale. Too bad. The bodyguard approaches you, with the shirt wrinkled and the top buttons popped open under the shuffle of his vicious attack. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach.

"Not yet. You know how I get when you act like this..." You pout and look away. "You need to take care of me first."

He grins at your last statement.

"Of course. Is the sofa okay?"

You nod.

"Then let's get you undressed, miss."

Is this what they call a scary dog privilege? 

[bohemianblasphemy]

things dean Winchester would do bc i said so ✨

N/SFW

as always, if you have any requests for blurbs/headcanons, feel free to send an ask!! i hope you enjoy lovelies ✨

SFW

- oh my cutie pie dean. he would be such a great boyfriend.

- i think he would find it hard to open up to you. he feels that if he talks about his trauma and issues that it would drive you away - as your relationship progresses he feels that he can be more vulnerable with you, and you reassure him that you’re not going anywhere and that you love him the way he is.

- pet names. he would call you sweetheart, babe, baby, sweet cheeks- he loves cheesy names.

- stage 5 clinger. will never leave you alone and is always touching you in some way, the hunger he has for touch can never be stopped. he is very much the jealous type and will make sure everyone knows that you are his.

- has made a playlist of songs that remind him of you. he will listen to it on repeat during hunts because he misses you so much.

- will take you on long drives in baby. screaming classic rock songs at the top of your lungs, sudden glances towards each other, his hand on your thigh…

- he loves kissing. he has his lips on you alwaysss and lives for make out sessions on the couch and in the shower (plus have you seen his lips? literal perfection)

- loves to watch you fall asleep in his arms.

NSFW

- he is a switch. no arguments. he is such a cocky tease when he’s dominating you. he will not let you cum but will bring you so so close to the edge, only to pull away and watch you squirm.

“god sweetheart youre absolutely trembling around me…you really wanna cum don’t ya? you’re just gonna have to wait baby…”

-that changes tho when he’s subbing. he is such a whiny whimpering mess who will beg for you to touch him/have him touch you.

“please baby please make me cum… please i’ll be good please i need it, i need you…”

- he’d love mutual masturbation.

- has a praise kink.

- having sex in the impala. also enough said.

- his favourite positions include doggy and reverse cowgirl. he is an ass man, loves to watch your ass ride his cock and leaving bruises on your hips.

- he loves to fuck your mouth. pulling your hair as he slides himself in and out of your pretty mouth… it’s one of his favourite sights.

- he’s the king of oral. he can be sloppy but oh god does it feel good, he knows what his mouth can do and does it so fucking well.

- he is so loving with aftercare. if it’s a night where he’s taken control, he will hold you and whisper sweet words to you- if you were in control, he’s the one to be held and praised.

[kill4luvina]

"Too Much!"

TattooArtist!Ony x Black!Reader

Summary : Y/N asks her boyfriend for a new tattoo under her tits, after telling her over and over again it'll hurt he finally agrees, he starts only for the exact thing he wanted to prevent happening. So, he evens out the pain by getting her a vibrator as he continues doing the tattoo on her, only to end up fucking her <3

Warning(s): SMUT, NOT PROOF READ AT ALL, Vibrator Usage, uh probably more but idk.

(Idc, Ony got cornrows here like anyway)

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"Babbyyy, Please?" You were on your knees begging to your boyfriend as you held out your phone showing him the under boob tattoo you badly wanted. "No, you gon be cryin, that shi hurt like a bitch." he'd mutter rolling his eye trying to look everywhere put your face. "B-but" you'd start sniffling and tearing up, he had spoiled you way too much, and honestly it was too late to stop. "fuck.. okay.." he'd finally give in making you jump into his arms in excitement.

The next day, you came into his privet room in the back of the tattoo shop. You were wearing a white mini crop top showing your under boobs with a short black mini skirt that barely covered your ass with pretty black Gucci Strappy Sandal Heels. You'd hug your boyfriend in excitement thanking him again for letting you have it on the house, like you always do. It was a trade actually, he'd give you free tattoo's and you'd braid his hair whenever he wanted. "I shouldn't let you pop out no where dressed like this no more.." He'd sigh noticing the pretty under ass tattoo he had done for you months ago with his name, having flashbacks to when you cried your heart out until he had fingers plunged in you to even out the feeling of pain.

"Ony! You didn't tell me it hurt this bad!!" You'd scream as soon as it made contact with your skin, instantly triggering him as his left eye twitched at the statement you made. "I didn't what?" He asked looked up at you, eyes focusing on you and ngl he looked mad asl. "You said this shit last time too!" He'd say annoyed as he ignored you for about 5 minutes until you start crying. Eyes filled with tears sobbing as you brought your hands up to try and clean your overflowing tears. "Alright, stop crying mamas, give me a second." He'd say getting up taking off his gloves as he went into his drawer bringing out a new vibrator that wasn't open yet.

"Got it just for you, i didn't think you deserved it tho." He say sitting back in his seat as he watched you trying to clean your face quickly still sniffling as your face was now a mess but you still looked so cute in his eyes. He'd open you legs as he ripped off the packaging off the vibrator resting his right hand on your pussy giving you small circles making you moan as he gave you a sloppy kiss. "Feeling better?" he's ask watch you nod your head, feeling you get completely wet at just the contact of his fingers. He'd take the vibrator and turn it on low, he had bought you a pink Rabbit Vibrator. It was basically a penetrative vibrator that offered simulation to your clit to.

He's slowly slide if in before licking his fingers and putting his gloves back on as you moaned trying your hardest not to move as your legs clamped together. "Stay still.." he's say blankly as he continued your tattoo as you didn't even know how to feel at that moment, hands holding tightly to whatever you could find. This would go on for about another 25 mintues until he'd stop as you start twitching from your second orgasm somehow. He'd take off his gloves before pulling out the now soaked vibrator putting it too the side. Standing up he'd pull down his grey nike sweat pants to reveal his erection that had been twitching between his pants since this session had started.

Not being able to hold himself back anymore he'd push himself into you making you moan loudly as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck giving him sloppy kisses as he fucked you completely senseless as you babble telling him how much you love him. Crying when as he started leaving marks all over your neck finding you sensitive spot attacking it solely leaving you completely helpless. "Ony! Thank uuu!" You'd moan tears leaving your eyes as you came on him, twitching as squirting all over him as he came right after you.

He'd lay there for a moment giving you soft kisses as he whispered "Anytime my love.." Noticing you start to fall asleep knowing that you'd probably ask him to add onto this tattoo some other day noticing he hadn't completely finished it but it looked close enough to done.

LOL WHEN HE WENT OUT TO GET A BOTTLE OF WATER HE OPENED THE DOOR AND SAW A SMALL GROUP OF EMPLOYIES AND COSTUMERS AT THE DOOR LISTENING IN. LIKE BYE.

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