#he is the definition of shapes

[gamebunny-advance]

So a question, how do you feel about djss?

I like him a lot ^o^! I think he has the BEST character design in the entire game, and his VA does so much to bring him to life.

I think I've said this before, but DJSS is the *reason* I decided to buy NSR over Mad Rat Dead (besides my music preference). I just really had to meet him, and I was not disappointed when I did.

He's the first character I ever drew from the game because I basically fell in love with him at first sight.

(My very first NSR doodle.)

The only real "negatives" I have to say about him is that I don't find him sympathetic at all. I just don't buy into sad boi DJSS propaganda. He is an asshole, was an asshole, and will probably always be an asshole.

But, I don't think he needs to be sympathetic to be likeable. I love that he's just an unrepentant prick from beginning to end, but that does mean that outside his aesthetics, I don't have anything nice to say about him. However, him being such a big prick means that it's very fun to bully him, so he's great for comics when I need something bad to happen to somebody >:3c.

So in short, I love him a lot, and do not take my lack of posting about him as meaning otherwise.

[otaku553]

Haha

[cryptcoop]

Boo

[mynameismad]

Just a guy! Just a sleepy noodle guy!! 

[cozylittleartblog]

so many people complimented rouxls' boots on the last deltarune post, i forgot i basically never post full body doodles so you've never been able to get a good look at him. so here he is ✨

[pinkcadavart]

Soldier side

[leverage-ot3]

love how we all went into redemption either wary of or expecting to hate harry but within two episodes we all collectively went, oh, he’s just some lil weird guy and we adopted him just like the leverage crew did

[tentacledwizard]

Never ever getting over how good the the Dungeon Meshi Living Armor is. IT’S A COLONY OF MOLLUSKS!! LAIOS MENTIONED THE ADDUCTOR MUSCLE! IT CAN MAKE SOUP

[euphor1a]

Comfort sex with Jungkook

thirst drabbles (10/∞)

fandom » bts

pairing » jungkook x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 670

warnings » mentions astraphobia (fear of thunder), profanity, very light dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, implied cockwarming, praising, slow sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

The thunderstorm seems to intensify more as you find yourself cradled in your boyfriend’s arms; your bodies connected together. You shriek under him, the deafening sound of yet another lightning strike paralyzing you from fear.

“Oh baby, it’s alright. It won’t hurt you. I’m right here, focus on me, on us.”

You nod silently, sighing when he starts moving again. Jungkook lets his lips caress over your cleavage, overwhelmed by the way your warm, snug, gummy walls clench around his cock. His pace is gentler than ever, his length filling you up to the hilt and sliding back, warmth bubbling inside your chest. 

During all these years of your life, you’ve always been terrified of thunderstorms, especially of thunder. The ear splitting sound, the sudden bolt of light – it induces so much fear in you. But, for the first time, you’re feeling safe and loved with the slow rocking of his hips.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jungkook whispers hotly in your ear. Your hazy, drooping eyes admire him in the dim light illuminating your shared bedroom. He looks so ethereal with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, honeyed skin glistening with perspiration. All the strong muscles of his built form flex to keep him hovering over you; his thrusts controlled, slow and steady. 

You can’t help but wonder how lucky you are to have him as your lover. No cause, you genuinely couldn’t ask for someone better to be by your side. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, Jungkook leans down to kiss you, your mouth opening up for him. Your soft moan encourages him to explore further, your tongues tangling together in their own dance of passion.

The kiss is all-consuming, setting your nerve endings on fire. Pressing into him more, you try to grind against his pelvis needily, seeking friction where you most want it. Jungkook immediately complies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck, please…” Your breathless whisper is almost inaudible due to the heavy raining outside. But, he heard you – loud and clear.

He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his cock hitting all those sensitive spots deep inside your cunt. It makes you delirious. Burying your face in his shoulder, you bite down on his flesh in an attempt to hold yourself together. Jungkook hisses in pleasure, his member stimulating your g-spot and cervix with each of his deep thrusts. 

“Goddamn it, baby!” Jungkook grunts, his thumb pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can sense that you’re close, sweet pussy clenching around him more often. “You’re doing so well, angel. Come for me.” You blindly pull him in for a kiss, muffling your moans and whimpers. The squelching sound of your and his body meeting over and over echoes through the room, making him groan.

You feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening dangerously, snapping within moments. As the ecstasy crashes over you, Jungkook hisses, halting his movements for a split second to revel in the feeling of you clamping down onto his girth. You cry out his name, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

His thrusts turn fast and sloppy as he chases his own release after you. “Don’t pull out, please.” You whine, pussy walls clenching around his twitching cock. Tears gather in your eyes, your sensitivity making his movements feel more overwhelming. 

After a while, Jungkook finally reaches his own high with a low growl. He spills his seed deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. You moan simultaneously, his spent body falling on top of you. 

“I love you so much,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. His rapid heartbeat slows down as he catches his breath, lips pressing kisses on every inch of your skin within his reach. 

“I love you too, angel.” Jungkook nuzzles your neck endearingly. The rain outside has slowed down, the soft pitter-patter of it on the windows coaxing a sigh out of him.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

to celebrate the official release of still with you <3, a song that holds an enormous amount of significance to me. also, it’s monsoon over here, making it even more meaningful ❤️‍🩹! thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it 🥺! apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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[blazeshardcat]

realistically, cayde would be pretty apprehensive about learning to use a darkness element. he didn't see the first touches of using darkness from shadowkeep, how guardians honed their minds to use stasis, the use of deepsight to defeat savathun, and the meshing of forces that resulted in strand, all across years of slow buildup and normalization

he wouldn't be AS scared of it as zavala initially was, especially considering the weirdness he'd been surrounded in since he was revived, but he'd be more along the lines of "nah, I've got my ace right here. that's all I need" to politely deny any offers to teach him darkness elements

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until you'd show him how to roll a roll a sick strand blunt then do a grapple swing into a twisting backflip & 360 a thrall in the head with a sniper

and then he'd say "Ok, I guess a little wouldn't hurt" moments before he's swinging off the tower walls like spida man

[feralwetcat]

I just want everyone to know, that realistically, Rune would probably have at the very least some muscle, i mean- carrying metals around, forging, hours on one project, working out their arm, etc

Then again this is Minecraft so i mean do what y'all want but I'll sit in my corner with my silly little headcanons

I personally think he could carry Sylph if they wanted to, just a thought :>

[nburkhardt]

Cuddling prompts you say?

1, 2, 8, and 30 🖤❤️🖤❤️😘

So many!

I went with number 2- Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

There’s a birth mark on Eddie’s arm that’s hidden within his tattoo of bats. It’s nothing too noticeable, he only knows about it because Eddie pointed it out to him during their second date. Told him that it’s the reason he even got the bats in the first place.

Steve’s finger lightly drags against it, memorizing the shape.

“What are you doing?” Eddie laughs, tapping the side of Steve’s head. Watches as the finger stops and hops to one of the bats, dragging again around it before stopping. Repeating the action again on all of the bats and ending by all of his fingers are laying on top. “Babylove?”

Steve hums, looking away from Eddie’s arm to his face. Mentally connecting his freckles before meeting his eyes. “Just looking at you”

Eddie shakes his head with fondness, “Sappy this evening?”

Steve’s lips tug into a smile as he shrugs and walks his fingers along Eddie’s arm, finding the fading scars from the demobats and pressing lightly to them then shifts his body more against Eddie. Feeling arms go around him and pressing their bodies closer.

“And if I am?”

Eddie laughs at the slight bitchy tone, squeezes Steve once and pressing his lips against him. “No need for sass, Honeyboy, just whatcha thinkin’?”

Steve hums and closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere in their bedroom. Loving the feel of Eddie breathing against him, the weight of his arms against him. Hoping to remember this moment in time for the rest of his life, telling himself that this will be a story for the future.

“Thinking about how we made it out, that you’re alive and here,” he starts explaining, resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder, “making sure I remember everything about you. I’m thinking how much I love you”

Eddie’s heart starts beating faster, feels his face get warm. Squeezing Steve against him a little tighter and pressing his lips against the side of his head again for a long moment, before relaxing and sighing with a smile.

“We did it, Sweetheart. Can’t believe it sometimes that I am. That you’re here with me.”

Steve shifts and turns around to face him, a smile on his face. A blush of his own, “now who’s the sappy one”

Eddie laughs and it’s contagious. They’re both laughing, enjoying the sounds and each others presence. Both making sure to memorize this moment, enjoying the weight of each other.

It’s been a year since Vecna and two years since they made their relationship official. Things aren’t always perfect, people still question Eddie, question Steve too. But they’re not letting the little things get to them, they’ve been through an hell and a power hungry man turned monster.

Nothing can get to them or their love for each other.

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Hope you liked it! I’ll try writing something with the other three prompts another time ❤️

It’s not mentioned in the fic but I hope you put it together that the birthmark is vaguely shaped like a bat. And surprise! It’s an au where they got together before Vecna :D they’re sappy bois.

Cuddling prompts

[a-s-levynn]

Behold, my smol boi

in his frayed robes because i like the idea/look and it was easier to made anyway 🤭

that lighter is 8 cm (or 3.14 inches) tall btw

i'm kinda proud i managed to make 3 necklaces.. also the pauldron turned out decent as well.. the mask is meh but it is so bloody small and my hands are not steady, so i did what i could

technically i also could have done the smaller coins as well on the long necklace but they would have been between 1-2mm which is.. TINY..

ah yes, he made fast friends with the paperweight whale (btw that whale is unreasonably heavy despite it's size) 😊

Is he perfect? Definitely not, i'm not a sculptor, i'm not an artist, i just like to create stuff but i hope he can be considered an adequate offering with his small existance🙏🏻🫶🏻

[phatcatphergus]

Hi, you reblogged me with a lore dump about Q! Tubbo and you mentioned that you'd be willing to do a character analysis? Please, I'm invested at this point

Ahhhhh omg hi! I can't believe you came back for more lol. You shall soon be a qtubbo stan like the rest of us.

I do want to preface this by saying that this is my personal lore interpretation so it's subjective. So many people have great analyses of his character, so I recommend watching a couple streams or looking at the tag for a broad scope as well!

That being said...

I think the best word to describe qtubbo is loss.

He was brought to the island having already lost parts of himself he didn't know. Through his time on the island, he lost respect, credibility, friends, family, teammates, nieces and nephews, penpals, godkids, mentors, and himself. He never had something he didn't end up losing, whether by choice or force. He loses what matters most to him, yet he continues giving his all to everyone he meets.

He came to the island with loss and no sense of who he was or where he came from, yet he spent all of his time for the benefit of others. He worked day and night so that other people wouldn't experience the loss of what he could prevent such as items or supplies. He never wanted anyone to experience what he experienced, even when they were the ones perpetuating it.

No one ever cared about him unless it was for a reason. His relationships were transactional and needed to be because who would ever care for someone with no firm sense of self or where you came from? When he couldn't provide a transaction of care, he made himself useful, he became indispensable so that even if people didn't like him for him, they could use his skills until they didn't need him anymore.

The only time he actually felt that someone cared for him, just to care about him, was Fred. Fred had no emotions, no sense of self, and no past to speak of. Fred was someone who had no reason to hate or use Tubbo because Fred was like Tubbo. Fred was the first person who could care for Tubbo because he wanted to, and not because of his use or someone's sense of responsibility.

Losing Fred meant losing the one person who cared about him without strings attached. Anyone else only cared about him because he was useful, a leader, an engineer, a neighbor, a business partner, a babysitter, someone to steal from, or just someone to poke fun at. Until Sunny.

With Sunny, Tubbo knew better than to expect her to stay with him. He learned from his past that he doesn't deserve something as wonderful as Sunny, that he can only love and wait until she is ripped away too. If he wasn't good enough to keep Fred, why on earth would he be even partially enough for Sunny.

He mourned her loss the day he got her. He knew he wasn't the best for her, he wasn't anywhere close to what Sunny deserved, but he did his best regardless and loved her more than life itself. Sunny became his tether and the only reason for him to stay alive. Sunny needed him like he needed Sunny. Sunny was the only reason he kept himself alive after Fred's funeral. Through the jeers, through the belittlement, through the disregard for his feelings, Sunny was there and provided him with enough purpose to keep going.

Fit and Pac dating made his only sense of security start to crumble. The two people he figured would stick by his side were moving along without him. They wouldn't need him in their life because they would need each other. They don't need his friendship anymore, his usefulness has worn itself out. He doesn't see them extending a hand to him as they step forward because he's too focused on the empty voids in his past where others should be.

He tries to break them up, and even if they hate him, he can rationalize that he did it for the right reasons. They may hate him but they're stuck with him, kicking and screaming by his side. Everyone tells him that he needs to find Fred, that he's projecting his romantic life onto theirs. In reality, he is too scared of leaving the island the exact way he started, with nothing to his name and no one by his side.

His character is such a battle between what he wants to do and what he feels that he needs to do. His entire run through purgatory was fighting others for eggs that weren't even his. He spends his days working on projects for other people and picking apart his failures when others can only see his success. He works tirelessly so that Sunny won't ever understand what it's like to be underestimated, beaten down, mischaracterized, and alone. Even if the world is against them, he will be in her corner to fight until his dying breath.

He loves so deeply and so purely. He tries to compensate for the lack of it that he has received after giving it away to whoever asks. He is depressed, anxious, and on alert. He has gone through trials and events with his head high and carrying the weight of others on his shoulders. He loves and he gives and continues to even when the people he gives his love to throw it to the side.

He has people in his corner, but his fear of them leaving has already made them vanish in his mind. He's a killer and a father. An engineer and a friend. A penpal and an adversary. He is loss and he is love.

[pinktrashgoblin]

Okay one last post today

BM didn’t have any doctor characters, so I made one

They definitely aren’t guilty of medical malpractice and also definitely has no blood on their hands

They’re a Geora x monstercat hybrid btw

btw, their name is Swahili for “healer” (according to sources I found, correct me if I’m wrong!)

[frociaggine]

Thinking about soul permeability in regards to Cristabel and Mercymorn. Mainly the quasi religious reverence Mercy holds for John, despite everything, after ten thousand years of bitterness and regrets and sex parties. Mercy in Act 4 isn't just a woman who feels betrayed; she's a faithful who's lost her religion.

I've always been fascinated by the way Mercy acts around John; he's both her Emperor and sort of friends and her God, in a way that I don't think any of the other Lyctors ever come close to. They have personal loyalties to John, except when they don't, and a lovehate thing going on, but I don't think they truly worship him the way Mercy does, even when she's scolding him.

Pre TUG, I always thought that this was something Mercy did to honour Cristabel’s memory. Cristabel killed herself out of devotion and Mercy dedicated her whole existence to her remembrance; of course she needed to believe in John's divinity, to keep Cristabel’s faith alive. I thought it was a role Mercy performed, that of the fanatic, because turning her back on that side of Cristabel meant agreeing with Augustine that Cristabel hurt her by taking away her choice.

But what if it's not a mannerism Mercy developed? What if it's Cristabel’s soul peeking through?