#hes pale as a fucking mole person

[xysidhequeen]

Aaaaaaa i went looking the the red knight au like a month ago and couldn’t find it but now I have and life is great!!! Its so fucking good and one of the first things i read when i got into dpxdc and I am having a great time. I really hope you continue it because its so fucking good i love it you write so well

This is an older ask. I have no idea how old, they don't give me dates. However I hope you still love the Red Knight AU.

I picked an ask just because I wanted to share Jason being horny on main. This is pre-editting and I'm a bit delirious from sleep deprivation so don't mind if it's rough. I just thought Jason was being really cute.

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The part of his mind that wasn't occupied with feeling all warm and gooey and shit over that was taking the man himself in. As he tended to do whenever the others weren't around. And sometimes when the others were around. And when Danny smiled. Or laughed. Or was incredibly focused on a project and he got that adorable furrow between his brows and he'd stick his tongue out just slightly. And sometimes he looked too when Danny was in his vicinity for longer than a few seconds.

Fine. All the time. Any time Danny so much as walked by him, his eyes were glued to the man unless something forcibly drew his attention away.

Danny was fucking beautiful, alright? Sue him or whatever goddammit. Actually, no, fucking sue Danny. No one had a right to look that damn ethereal and angelic and otherworldly. It had to be a legitimate crime. Somewhere.

He was all long limbs and lithe muscles. Pale skin and constellations of freckles and winter sky blue eyes. Hair like a starless night sky, loose strands painting lines like ink across his lightly scarred skin. He glowed even in human form, it was subtle but so Ancients' damn alluring too. As if he held a light just under his skin that bathed him in its radiance. 

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Jason is gone. So gone. He knows it. Everyone but Danny knows it. He's just really good at procrastinating doing things. Ironically, him running off on this mental tangent is him procrastinating something else. I love him.

Jason just. Pushes off anything that's deeply emotional when it comes to other people specifically. He's scared of getting hurt. It's that fear of rejection and abandonment rearing its ugly head.

Anyways. Part 16 is at 2.9k words now, so that's going swimmingly.

[ridingthatd]

❥ YANDERE MEGUMI

-ˏ͛⑅ megumixfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, yandere, possessive, obsession, masturbation, spit kink ⑅ˏ͛-

here you were, a beautiful little thing- his beautiful little thing. walking out of the minka, that was just near his room. he was so lucky- the luckiest person to exist in this household to be able to sleep a foot away from where you sleep. to be able to breath the same air that you breath. to be able to admire you walking out and into your room every. single. day.

you were the daughter of the empress. the empress of this household. megumi blood run cold as he thinks about your father- no he doesn't not deserve to be called your father. no no you were a goddess that heaven gave him. that heaven made just for him.

megumis smiles, his heart beating out of his chest. his heart beating- calling your name. each beat his heart took. each breath he breathed. was all chanting your name- it was all for you.

his smile widen as he stares at the painting he's drawing. one of his pale skilled hand was placed on the brush, moving it swiftly as he trace your figure- tracing what he memorized. every. single. detail. from the little mole on your left plumpy ass cheek, to the pinkish hard nipples of yours.

while his other hand was filled with his thick cock. wetness dripping down his hand as it move slow yet hard. squeezing the tip of his cock as he trace the line of your clit. eyes half-lidded. his cock was throbbing, sloppy between his fingers.

he lets out whimper after whimper as his hand go faster on his twitching cock. holding back his orgasm- holding it back to savor the moment. his thighs shake as he dips the paintbrush he was using into a cup of water. rinsing the paint away, before he gently place it on the clit of his red cock. he whines as he brush the paintbrush against his leaking cock. making sure the precum that was leaking soak the paintbrush.

his cock was so sensitive, so close to spilling, ragging red ready to spurt. but he held back swiping his cum soaked brush into your drawn nipples- he stroke his cock faster. into your mouth- he stroke harder. and finally into your trimmed pussy- his mouth half open, letting out a shaky breath.

"ah- ah- ah!" and he gush out his seeds, hot white cum kept streaming out of his thick cock. it kept coming out non-stop, his whole body shaked as he didn't stop stroking his sensitive cock, squeezing every single last drop.

"fuck- no! no! that's not enough" he cries out, tears trailing down his heated face. he tug harshly on his black locks, shaking from anger. shaking from the intense orgasm he had. glancing down at his palette it was filled with his white cum, mixing with the paint. it was a lot, a lot of warm cum but it wasn't enough- he needed to fill it. he needed to fill you.

his gaze moves to the drawing- the drawing he drew of you. how perfect it was. how perfect it was just like the other paintings he made of you were. the walls of his room was surrounded with painting- naked paintings of you. every painting was you in a different position.

bend over, your full round ass was shoved up while you glance back smiling as his cum drips down your ass. laying down your soft boobs were spilled out of your kimono, nipples painted with his white liquid. on your knees, tongue out filled with the his seeds that he spilled.

but this time he failed- he didn't spill enough of his cum- of his seed. it wasn't enough to fill your warm pussy. he needed more a lot more.

"more- hic she needs to be filled more!" he hiccup through his tears, smashing the drawing board into the floor.

then something clicks into his mind as he stare at the drawing. your pretty little pussy- the inside of your warm little pussy, he hasn't got a good look of it yet. YES! this is why, he smiles. running his hands down his face. this is why he failed, he needs to see- no he needs to fuck your warm cunt.

he needs to feel it around him, get a taste, get a feel of your warm skin. after all you were his- you were meant to be his. he had enough of just lurking around while you shower in the hot spring. while you sleep peacefully in the dark night. he had enough of just looking but not touching, just imagining but not experiencing.

you were his! you were his! he paced around his room, he needed to have you. he needed to place his fat cock where it belonged. he glace at the thrown drawing before he runs towards it, clenching it to his face.

"I'm sorry! I know your poor little pussy needs me" he whimpers, staring at the paper in his hand. the way you were drawn. laying down, pussy spread, looking at him- ready for his throbbing cock.

he slowly brings the paper to his mouth, rubbing his tongue on your drawn pussy. moaning as he pumps his already hard cock. drool spilling down his lips. his cock was on fire- it hurted. it hurted so good, the burning feeling was to good.

he had to relieve the burn with hard strokes on his hardened shaft, slicked with his own cum rather than your pussy- fucking the tight grip of his fist with his mouth hanging open. not caring about the way his spit was gushing everywhere. he rolled his fist around the reddened tip to smooth the wetness along his length, thin veins pulsing for the contact of a wet cunt only to settle for his hand that could never mimic the suction of your pussy. leak beads of cum from his tip, heat coursing through his veins.

he's going to have you.

wet sloppy strokes fill the air of your room. you were sleeping fondly. megumi groans as your soft breath hits his hard cock that he was stroking up your sleeping face.

here he was standing hands on his cock shamesly beating it near your face. his other hand was on his mouth- muffling his whines and whimpers as his eyes roll behind his skull everytime your hot breath hits his red sensitive tip.

" mhm-! ngh" he whine out through his hand as he glance at the way his wetness was dropping on your face, so turned on by the sight as he sloppily stroke his cock- so close so close.

closing his eyes tightly, his abs clenching indicating hes gonna cum any moment, as soon he open his eyes- making eye contact with your wide open ones. he squirts, shoots of cum gush out of his ragging cock, the veins on it popping, his whimpers were no longer muffled by his hand.

"ah- im sorry-" he whines out, crying because he couldn't control his dick that was still shooting strips of hot cum on your face, dripping down your lips- he can't no more, it was to much.

"I can't- im sorry! im sorry!" his cums shoots one last time, before his body gives out and he lands on top of you. trembling, shaking.

matching the way you were also trembling and shaking- what just happened? megumi fushiguro? he was a duke- your art teacher. you thought maybe you were dreaming but the hot wetness of his cum on your face seems to be to real.

megumis hands trembles as he clenchs his fist into your bed sheets, his shoulder shakes as he laughs- laughs hysterically from happiness.

you stiffen, this sight of megumi you have never seen before- he was a composed nobel man, you would never think he was a pervert- a pervert who just spilled his seeds on you with no shame.

his eyes peaks out of your blanket, staring at you- watching your every move. watching what you're going to do.

yet you don't move, holding your breath. praying to the goddess that it was just a dream. that what's happening isn't true. but it was very much true, the talented nobel whom you admire lays next to you- staring at you like you're a prey. like you're something he wanna feast on. like you're seconds away from losing your life.

"I won't hurt you, my lady" megumi whispers as his hands slowly make their way toward your face causing you to flinch. you remine silent because you know your words had a huge impact on what's megumi is going to do.

while your mind runs a mile, megumi was just in awe. staring at your cum covered face- covered with his cum, it only seems to make his heart flutter and his cock throb. you didn't scream or try to run away.

megumi knew it, you guys were meant to be! he smiles from ear to ear at you, as he leans in just to stick his warm wet tongue out and lick his own cum out of yours face- it was filthy, dirty but he liked- no he craved it. the way your soft skin felt under his sloppy messy tongue, he craved the taste of your skin.

you couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips, as you feel him gently suck on your lips- his tongue was so greedy, licking every corner of your lips, before he shoves it deep inside of your throat.

stroking his tongue against yours, feeling your spit mix together- it's like you're being drowned with his spit. you gasp as you feel him taking your tongue into his mouth and sucking it. you feel heat run through you. you couldn't ignore the wetness between your thighs anymore.

maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if- you whimper as he break the kiss, staring at you with hungry eyes. hungry eyes that are going to devour you any moment.

"spit in my mouth" he pathetically whispers flipping you so you're on top of him- not waiting for your answer, his large hands making there way under your night grown gripping your ass hard.

you look at his pleading eyes before you lean in and let the string of warm spit land inside of his opened mouth. his eyes roll back as he gets the taste of your spit.

"mhm-!" he groans, holding your ass harder before you feel something warm gush on your thighs, and it's your time to moan- you were so turned on. so turned on by the fact he just spurt his seeds from having a taste of your spit.

"em sorry- em sorry!" he cries out like last time clearly ashamed, tear filling his eyes. you couldn't help but coo at him, gently grabbing his head and placing it on your shoulder, shushing his sobs.

once his sobs were silent, you thought maybe he fell asleep but you were so wrong. you gasp as you feel your panties being turn roughly off you. before you were turned around back facing his chest.

"need to breed you" he whispers as if it's something known. as if it's something he had the very right to do.

"i need to sleep" you softly mutters out, trying to be reasonable with him. "it's okay, go to sleep, my darling" his warm voice was directly in your ear, peaking his tongue out, lick the sensitive insides of your ear.

"I'll do the work" he smirks, lining his huge cock against your folds before slowly yet painfully slipping in. he shushs your pained whispers, with his own whimpers.

his cock glides in, filling every inch of you. every inch of your warm insides. he couldn't help but laugh, happiness pouring through him.

"see I'm right here" he groans into your ear, as he squeeze your belly- he was indeed deep inside of you, you can feel it all- the way he hits your womb every time he thrusts.

"shh go to sleep" he coo at you as he warp his arms around your belly, "keep you warm with my cock tonight, tomorrow we mate" he mutters out sleepy. chanting it like a promise.

and he did keep his promise.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟto be continued? ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

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[koifly]

Toby headcanons

These are just some quick notes from my AU so I'm not going into too much detail with each headcanon!

-German, no not just German roots but he actually lives in Germany

-complex relationship with physical contact/affection

-talks a lot, but not very often. Either he's talking with no red string or is as silent as an owl's flight

-can't stand having a beard/stubble, HAS to shave or else he'll remind himself a bit too much of his dad

-fucked up hands through biting, picking and scratching

-freckles and moles everywhere, pale skin, eyebags

-dark brown hair+eyes, thick eyebrows, slightly hooked nose

-either dresses midwestern emo or how the marauders fandom portrays Remus Lupin since he thrifts his clothes because of the lack of money

-does the hand-flapping thing when he excitedly talks about something/someone that interests him

-DESPISES raw tomatoes

-pretty distant towards most of the creeps, only exceptions are Natalie, EJ, Kate and James (in that order btw, first is the person he's the closest to, last is the one he is, compared to the other three, most 'distant' to)

-prefers sweet snacks over salty snacks

-does the thumbs up+awkward smile thing whenever he didn't listen to what another person was saying to pretend that he did. Or when he's slightly weirded out by someone

-comparable to dogs, racoons and deers in a way

-prefers dogs over cats

-when stressed in the woods he usually sits down near flowers and rips them out before tearing them into smaller pieces

-that guy does NOT know how to properly take care of himself (forgets to eat, doesn't know how to cook etc...)

-unlabelled sexuality, if he likes someone he likes someone and doesn't really care about gender nor appearance

-still sometimes chews on his cheek which leads to his gash not properly healing

-secretly tries to befriend every damn animal he encounters but quickly gets frustrated and gives up when it ignores him/walks away from him

-gets forced to be Nina's makeup/fashion model sometimes (usually James is Nina's first victim but not always)

-Kate and him have a sibling relationship

-admires EJ in a lot of ways but has too much of a thick skull to actually admit that out loud

-sometimes leaves small handmade gifts and/or things he found in the woods in front of Nat's cabin such as bracelets, necklaces, knifes and all kinds of trinkets

-will instantly accuse others of taking his stuff when he doesn't find it just to find it 2 minutes later

-struggles to comfort others when they are crying/ having a breakdown/ etc......So he usually just awkwardly pats their back or sit beside them in silence

-huge Spiderman fanboy, has a lego Spiderman keychain on him at all times

-5'8 or 5'9 idk tho

-will try to get on peoples nerves just to see how they'll react

-hates authorities and people who act like their the boss/better than him

-will bark and bite (not literally, metaphorically)

-will see a rock and instantly compares it to someone's eyecolor/ haircolor (cough cough Nat cough cough...)

uhhhh yeah, that's some of them I guess

[steventhusiast]

@steddie-week day 6: you looking at me looking at you by ozzy osbourne

<- day five

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two weeks after his boyfriend dies, steve is woken up in the middle of the night to the loud sound of a window crashing.

his eyes snap wide open, and in the silent wake of the noise, steve can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. shit. that noise definitely came from downstairs. what the fuck is downstairs in his house?

slowly, cautious not to make any noise, he sits up and creeps out of bed. he can't bring himself to blink, and keeps his eyes trained on the door. he knew they hadn't killed vecna, but it's too soon for him to be back, right? they at least gravely injured the bastard.

he shakes his head to clear his thoughts, and crouches down beside his bed. the nail bat is still down there, now joined by the axe he had used in their most recent near-apocalypse. he grabs the bat, and winces as he hears the nails drag along the wooden floor. in a silent house, all noise feels as loud as a car crash.

when he stands back up, eyes back on the door, he realises that since the initial crash he hasn't heard a single sound. it doesn't comfort him. he starts taking slow, careful steps as he leaves his room and goes down the stairs. the noise had sounded like it came from the back of the house, so he makes his way to the kitchen.

when he reaches the door, he hears a shuffling noise from inside, and pauses. best case scenario, a homeless person mistakenly thought the house was unoccupied. worst case scenario, he's about to be face to face with a creature of the upside down. he braces himself, adjusts his grip on the bat, and throws open the door.

and then he doesn't move, because he recognises the head of messy curls sat underneath the broken window. he recognises the tattooed arm, and the mole on their shoulder. it's dark in the room, and steve can't see his face, as the figure is curled up in on themself, head down and cradled by their forearms and hands up to grip their hair, but he knows who it is. he had watched those hands twitch as eddie died two weeks ago.

he can't move. but he does reflexively suck in a gasp of air, and the figure flinches, hard. their head snaps up from where it had been cradled, and steve staggers back as if physically struck at the confirmation of what he already knew.

eddie is staring at him. but something is wrong.

steve takes a shaky breath to steel himself, and reaches an equally shaky hand out to flick on the lights.

with him now in the light, the wide eyes looking at him, full of fear and disorientation, are completely black. steve lets his eyes flicker across the rest of eddie's face, and feels his expression crumple at the wrongness there. eddie's skin is practically white it's so pale, and his lips are tinged blue, and there are.. fangs poking out between his lips.

eddie continues to stare at him with those wide eyes, frozen as if he can't remember how to move, and steve takes in the rest of the differences about him. eddie's fingers are black at the ends, and his nails are long and sharp like claws. most of the rings that are a staple of eddie's every day look are gone, but steve's graduation ring remains on his right ring finger. steve's pretty sure he can see a tail poking out from eddie's jeans, but he can't quite tell from the way eddie's curled up. what the fuck happened to him?

"eddie.." he whispers, and feels his eyes fill with tears. it feels like all he's done the last two weeks are utter eddie's name and cry over him, but now his tears carry a new meaning, a new desperation.

he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel. should he be relieved? upset? angry? he had just started to process the fact that eddie is never going to come back, only for him to do exactly that. but he's all wrong.

hearing steve speak seems to snap eddie out of whatever trance he was in, because he blinks his big black eyes a couple times at his voice, and then lets out a broken, inhuman whine. it lets steve see that all of eddie's teeth are sharp now, with four longer canines being what he could see poking out before.

slowly, eddie uncurls himself, displacing a few shards of glass from his arm as he reaches for steve uncertainly.

steve still doesn't know what he's supposed to do. but he knows what eddie needs. he steps toward him and crouches down, lets eddie's outstretched hand curl around his wrist, and hopes his boyfriend is still the same in his mind. because his eddie would never hurt him, and he trusts him.

"what happened?" he asks in a whisper, and the tears brewing in his eyes finally start to fall.

eddie lets out another broken noise, and his grip on steve's wrist tightens slightly. the clawed nails dig into steve's skin a little, but he doesn't mind. eddie won't hurt him.

"baby," he tries again, blinks so more tears will fall and stop blurring his vision, "please talk to me."

eddie's bottom lip wobbles, and in one weak but desperate movement, he tugs where he's holding steve.

steve lets him, and ends up sat pressed up against him with his wrist still held tightly like he can't afford to let go.

"i.. i don't know." eddie finally talks, and his voice sounds raw and rough and like it hurts to talk.

steve lets his head fall onto his shoulder, pained, and lets out an encouraging but shaky hum.

"i had a bad dream. but i don't think it was a dream." eddie continues, and steve nods against him.

"you died, eds."

eddie blinks hard at the blunt words, and then frowns for a moment.

"stevie.." he tries, but seems to have run out of words. that wounded, scared whine escapes him again, and steve closes his eyes against eddie's shoulder.

he doesn't know what the fuck they're supposed to do next. but he decides whatever they do can wait.

because somehow, his dead boyfriend is back in his arms, decidedly not dead. everything else can wait.

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-> day seven

[chl-owo-e]

★-{Wild Sunflowers}-★

(Daryl Dixon X Reader)

Summary; Stumbling upon each other, with weapons pointed straight in the other's face. Nothing was lost yet there was a lot to gain, but for what?

Warnings; Slow burn?, TWD stuff, blood, gore, wounds, killing of animals.

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[Chapter One/001]

-(It’s mine)-

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—The morning air was cold and stale, and the sound of crows were still cawing throughout the cloudy pale blue sky. You held onto the black strap of your bag as you continue to walk through the dense woods. Leaves, sticks, and rocks breaking under your feet leaving crunchy noises below.

Beads of sweat was dribbling down your face, as you made your way breaking branches and grass. All of your senses were in hyper drive, any noises that were made were louder than anything. Currently you were crouching with your bow in hand and pointed at a helpless brown rabbit.

The animal looked around the wooded scenery, the ears were on high alert from any other being trying to get it killed. You take a shallow deep breath before you shoot at the animal. There was a small squeak that left its mouth right before it died. You happily stand up and run towards your food. A small laugh leaves your lips, you pull the arrow out of the neck and picked up the thing by its ears

Next you wrapped some thin rope around its neck so you could hold it better, then you tied the rope tightly to the handle on your dark green backpack. Taking another breath you continue on your journey to absolutely no where. You had nothing in mind when you had left the sanctity of your home. You didn’t even think you could have lasted this long. Even though its been a month, it still feels like no one is alive except for you.

The only place you had in mind was somewhere far far away from others, and somewhere that is safe from the undead. You had no clue what had started this, seemingly you didn’t care. You didn’t want to know anything about this ‘virus’, as you didn’t want to accept that there is no cure and the government is not going to save you. Sleep was still evident in your eyes, as your eye-bags were puffy and a dark color.

Forcing your yawn to stay down, you push through the woods. Its wasn’t long till you found tracks in the softish soil. It was a adult males shoe prints. You continue to look around for more tracks hoping its not a group trying to ambush you. Thats until you felt eyes on you, your body tenses thinking quickly on a way to stay calm and not to get killed.

But on second thought if they wanted that they would have shot you, unless they dont have a gun. Either or you continued to walk forward slowly. Your heart rate was speeding at an alarming rate, and your eyes continue to scan the woods around you making sure not to stare too long at the area you feel like you’re being watched at.

With shaking hands you ready your bow and arrow in a position where you can easily shoot. You felt the person stalk closer to you, the only thought that roams in your head is death. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ Is repeated over and over again. Just hoping the guy makes a sound so you could look at who was about to kill you.

God seemed to be on your side as a stick snaps under the persons foot. Without thinking you spun around to face them. You sucked in when you saw the man in front of you. He looked like he knew what he was doing out here. He had short brown hair, a noticeable mole above his lip, and most importantly he had a crossbow loaded and pointed straight at you.

Your body seemed to tense more than you thought it could. Your head was racing with every question on earth. Your breathing was shortened whilst you got a good look at the man. Your body was shaking and the tension in the air gotten thicker and thicker. It felt like it was silent for years before he spoke in a raspy southern accent.

“Hand over your rabbit an’ nobody gets hurt.” As he spoke he walked to the side trying to get a good angle at what you have. “The only person whose gunna get hurt is you, so I suggest you walk away with your tail between your legs while you can.” You mustered up a strong voice but failed miserably as there was a shaky undertone.

The man scoffs out a dry laugh, he knew you couldn’t do anything to him. Yet he still understood that you had a bit more control over the situation than him. With your bow, depending of your reflexes you could kill him faster than he could pull the trigger to his crossbow. “I need that rabbit more than you, so I suggest hand it over.” His country accent became deeper as the sentence ended.

He wasn’t playing around, but you weren’t either. You had just caught this thing your not gonna hand it over to some guy that points his weapon at you. ‘Who does he think he is?’ your body slowly stops shaking as that thought makes its rounds in your head. ‘Who does he think he is?’ Your face scrunches up at him with a scowl.

“I don’t care that you ‘need this more than me’. I caught it, it’s mine, so fuck off and find you your own food.” Your voice came out firm this time, you clench your weapon tightly ignoring the small ache in your palms from your nails digging into it. His eyebrows furrow in anger before he yells directly at you.

“Just hand me the goddamn thing you fucking bitch! Or you’ll become one of those walkers before you know it!” He continues to yell profanities at you letting his anger get the better of him. Everything was directed at you, even his full attention. He didn’t seem to notice one of the undead people walking behind him on his right side (or your left).

Before he knew what was coming you shot straight at the undead. Bullseye, the dark red blood squirts out of its eye and drops to the leafy ground. The man was in a shocked state, the blood from the walker had splattered onto his cheek. Even though it wasn’t much it was still visible from where you were standing.

He had dropped his crossbow from pointing at you once he figured out what you had done. He had looked back and seen the creature lying there lifeless. “You have a bit of something there on your face there.” You teasingly point out to him, like it wasn’t obvious to him. He quickly wipes off the blood that stained his cheek. It wasn’t long till you continued to talk to the man.

“Look, Im willing to make a deal with you.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Ill give you this animal, and in return let me stay at your camp for a while.” You finished your statement before you walked towards the rotten corpse and violently yank out the arrow from its eye.

The guy kept a reasonable distance from you, considering your proposal. You stood away from him and stared off till he gave you an answer. “Fine, but if you do anything to harm me or the group ill kill you right then and there, you got it?” He walked closer to you with every word that came out of his mouth.

“Aye-eye captain.” You agreed in a monotone voice. He rolled his eyes and scoffed right before you walked off, presumably to his little camp site. You followed behind leaving a big gap in between the both of you. You were greatful that hes letting you stay at his camp for a while. But you are also regretting your decision to give him the whole rabbit as it was a fairly large one.

The two of you continued your walk in silence, which is giving you time to think about what had happened over and over again. You didn’t even ask for his name, nor did he ask for yours yet you didn’t really care for his name at all. You only felt a strong annoyance to the guy, you had just met him but he just reeks of ‘Im better than you’ vibes.

It wasn’t long till you reached a clearing from out of the woods. Even when the two of you gotten that far you still felt the need to have yourself ready to attack him just in case this is just a whole elaborate trap to kill you. Your dominant hand clenches on your blade that you have strapped to your thigh. Your heart rate speeds up again and your hearing is focused on your surroundings as your brain only focused on the red neck man in front of you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard laughing and screaming from kids playing. Your body slowly relaxes again when you see a RV and some tents signaling that a lot of people stayed here. You where snapped out of your head by the red neck speaking again. “We’re here, give me the rabbit.” His voice was annoyed as his hand was reached out for the dead animal.

You take off your bag and cut the string that held the poor thing to you and you handed it to him. As your hand touched his rough ones you heard another male’s voice. It was an older one, and it led to a old man in his 50s perhaps maybe older. He had a rifle strapped to his back as he jogged towards the both of you.

“Daryl! You got something?” He didn’t seem to notice you as you were behind him crouching at your bag. “Someone is more like it.” You guess his name is Daryl grumbled under his breath. The older man questioned him before he looked down and spotted you. “Oh, you found a drifter. Are you lookin’ to stay here with us?” The oldie spoke as he put his hands on his hips and took a breather. “For as long as Im welcome here.” You decide to play it off nice for now, you didn’t want to cause too much trouble when you only just got there.

“Im Dale, I own that RV right over there, if you need me just holler.” He smiles right at you. “Of course, Im Y/n I hope I wont need anyones help. I dont want to burden people.” You smile back to Dale. “Oh don’t worry about that. You’re always welcome.” Dale waves his hand around in front of him. A guy yells for Dale and you make your goodbyes and he left with a smile.

‘He’s nice, I guess.’ You nervously thought about meeting all the others. Not wanting to come off too nice and people get attached to you. But also not wanting to come off too mean and people want to kick you out of the camp. So you’ll just stick to how you’re already doing things. Be nice, but dont get too close with anyone. “Hey Dar-?” You spoke but as you looked around the man was gone. Apparently Daryl gad left you when you were talking with Dale, now you’ll have to figure out where you will sleep for the night on your own.

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A/N; First chapter to the fic- I hope I will always have the energy to keep up writing this :)

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

disabled people are beautiful!!!

(image description below the cut--it wouldn't fit in alt text!!)

a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.

[prosciuttulipa]

RAAAAAAH i want a match ngl LMAO

Jjk match because Im a fucking simp, and a guy bcs I am in fact a straight woman thanks

I'm a big nerd. Like, a very big nerd. I do math for fun and I am not ashamed at all when I interrupt someone to correct them (I have autism and ADHD, how could you tell?)

I'm relatively closed off, and most of the time, insecure. I'm shy and I barely ever make the first move (unless I've had a couple of drinks or a lot of eyeliner). I think what people most define me as is the "old soul, young body). I'm like the mom of the group, though I am absolutely reckless when there's another mom in the group, since it takes the responsibility away from me.

I hate going out, and it's really hard to get me to go to the beach, for example. I think my best quality personality-wise is that I'm down to earth and realistic about my goals. A problem is probably how much self-doubt I have, since people constantly tell me I am capable of achieving more than I think I can. I don't settle for seconds, but I'm not too excited when I rech first, because there's always a new competition.

Oh yeah, I'm competitive. Very.

I'm a pessimist, though I like to say it's realism, because why be positive, hype myself up, only for it to go wrong and the disappointment hurt me? As I said, emotionally closed off.

My personality is the infamous black cat, and I think (though I'm not sure), that a golden retriever boy is what would fit me best. (even though I simp for other black cat guys)

For hobbies, I'm boring, though I do have many. I play the guitar, do martial arts (krav maga), draw, sing, write absolutely filthy smut, and, most important of all: do math and study. Yeah, my main hobby is studying.

I'm not sure how I show my love? I don't, usually. I can love someone unconditionally and be absolutely lovesick, but only after a very heavy emotional session, may it be a fight or drinks, will I tell soemone how much they mean to me. I spent the last four years with my best friend, and only after a day's worth of drinking and crying did I tell her how much she meant to me.

I'm a bit icky with physical touch, but if I trust them, I'll let them cling to me. Initially push people away and only after knowing them do I let them hug me, kiss me, cuddle me. I am awful when dealing with compliments, and I cannot take a gift. So probably quality time is my love-receiving language when generally speaking. A boyfriend/husband would probably work with physical touch and words of affirmation, though.

I dont think there's any big turn-off or turn-on in relationships? Maybe not giving me enough attention and helping me emotionally, because I'm easily falling into insecurity, feeling like I'm not enough.

I have like medium curly dark hair and dark eyes. Eyebags, and a lot of moles all over my face. My body is relatively fit? I have a bit of fat ngl but I also have muscles. A bit of a tummy and thicc thighs (they do, in fact, save lives) that double the size when I sit (insecurity alert!) I'm pale, though I am a mixed baby. I dress in all-black most of the time, and all the color variations are like red or dark blue. (I AM NOT EMO). I wear eyeliner from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep and I have pierced ears. I also plan on getting nip piercings and plan on getting

I think i need more songs to listen to, so I'm going with the three songs he associates wit me.

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Choso Kamo

When people see you and Choso together, they immediately assume that you're just another average emo couple, quick to place stereotypes. But under the heavy eyeliner and dark clothes, are two people who are just trying to figure out life in their own way.

Choso is fascinated by your contradictions: insecure yet quick to correct others, pessimistic but burning with a competitive drive for more. Where some people may see indecision, he sees something much more real and human in comparison to the single-minded characters he's met during his time alive. Living is hard, has experienced it for himself, so he doesn't shun you for your contrasting perspectives. Instead, he wants to learn about the world alongside you, unpicking the way you think, wondering about your insecurities. Although he's been through a lot, there's something inherently innocent and simplistic in the way Choso sees the world. If you're an old soul in a young body, then he's a young soul in an old one. Perhaps by meeting somewhere in the middle, the two of you will get closer to unravelling the mystery that is life.

Choso doesn't mind that you don't like going out, but you often find yourself tagging along as he explores the world in small ways. A trip to the convenience store may as well be a museum visit, with the way he asks you about the products, eyeing them with confusion. He also admires the fact that you study math—to dedicate yourself to understanding anything in such depth is no small feat—and he's happy to sit next to you while you work, occasionally asking questions about your interest in the subject. His most common form of affection is just leaning his head against your shoulder, watching silently as you work.

Dates with Choso are pretty laid back, since he's happy to take the lead on whatever makes you comfortable. It doesn't matter to him where you two are. For him, understanding your mind (and falling in love with the way you think, the way you are) is what matters to him the most.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

Contrary to popular belief, Choso's music taste is rather soft. This song reminds him of the inherent dependence that comes with being connected.

Offering you this song with a curious tilt of his head, Choso asks you if this is how your pessimism feels like.

This is the song Choso uses to confess to you. His feelings are one of the few things he has to his name, and he wants to share them with you.

[soupinaboot]

Random headcannons about what these two look like in my mind

Steve

Thick

He plays basketball and was on the swimming team, he definitely has muscle fat

We all know that he has a fat ass but if you know anything about that, then he must have thick thighs as well which is very important to me(not a lot of love for his thighs and that makes me sad)

Is about 5'12 but looks taller due to his hair adding in inch or more

Is bigger than Eddie so when he wears his clothes they are tighter

Has a lot of scars from fighting, not just monsters but from school fights too

Was skinnyer when he was younger but his dad forced him into sports so he beefed up really quickly

Has stretch marks do to this ^^

Tan natural but especially in the summer

His hair is very thick and fluff and gets tangled very easily but exactly has a hair routine and it's very soft

Shorter than Eddie, so when he wears his clothes, they are long

Moles EVERYWHERE

Eddie

Lanky as fuck

Has never done sports, couldn't run for his life, has no muscles

But he does have very calloused hands from playing his guitar

Never really goes out in the sun and is very pale

Multiple piercings

Tongue piercing, snake bites, bridge, ear piercings, etc

Also has big fluff hair that gets tangled but doesn't wash it properly, it always looks dirty and messy(not in a "he's poor" way but in a "I personally have hygiene issues so I hc others to as well" way)

A lot of tattoos, only a few are professional, all the others are stick and poke

Wears Steve's old sweatpants that look bigger on him but crop topped you know?

Scars from demobats

Always hunched over/bad posture

Big doe eyes

[thedandelionthief]

okay project sekai appearance headcanons time. friendly reminder that i’m always right and if you have any complaints, you should reevaluate yourself. also this is a Long post

ichika looks. mostly how she does in canon to me. i do think she’s a bit gangly, just without the height. the way she carries herself is pretty awkward, and she has bad posture.

saki is a part-time mobility aid user. i’m not sure which one specifically she would use, but either way it’s decked out in all kinds of stickers. also i don’t like how ambiguous her being a gyaru is in canon, but she is one. also all three tenmas have dimples and yes i’m including toya

honami is fat why is she not fat in canon. also, she straightens her bangs, but stops doing that going into her 2nd year once she’s gained more confidence in herself. her hair is naturally super wavy. freckle haver

shiho has really broad shoulders, and also she has a septum piercing and a bunch of ear piercings.

minori has So Many Freckles, and her teeth are a bit crooked. she’s mixed japanese-mexican

haruka also looks mostly how she does in canon, but i think she starts to dress a lot more masc over time, and gets her hair cut shorter too. a big reason she dresses so plain and feminine is because she thinks it’s how she should dress as an idol

airi’s hair is thick in the like. getting the brush stuck in it way, and is also a lot wavier than it is in canon to me. mixed hispanic/japanese, but i don’t have a specific ethnicity i headcanon her as

shizuku, like shiho, has broad shoulders. she’s also 5’10 because tall girls pretty and she deserves to be taller. has more moles than in canon

kohane is mixed korean-japanese, and she is freckly. good for her. also chubby. good for her

an is filipino-japanese. ken is my favorite filipino single dad of all time (i am ignoring the fact that an has a mother. ken is a single father). also maybe she’s taller than she is in canon because i think it’d be funny if she was taller than akito in heels

akito is hispanic/japanese and shorter than he is in canon (he’s like 5’5) and he eventually grows his hair out into a mullet and he has piercings and his hair is not naturally orange. i will not accept it until they show shinomom on-screen and she is a ginger. my good mutual zip has converted me to fat akito as well so there’s that. i’ve just been playing dress up with him and now canon akito looks wrong to me

toya… i decided this just now he is a person with albinism. good for him. and dimples because tenma

tsukasa like i said earlier also has dimples. also he should be allowed to grow out his hair but he has not yet.

i confess i have nothing for emu. i tend to draw her with freckles though sometimes. and actually i take that back i like the hc of her being blasian. she has beaded braids a lot. i can see her getting wxs colors :)

nene is blasian as well. also chubby. why is there no body type variation in proseka (i know why don’t try to explain it to me) make some of them fat i’m begging you

rui has the most fucked up teeth. his canines are like fangs vampire style. had braces as a kid and they did not work. also has heterochromia. one blue eye and one yellow. he is so extremely lanky and i don’t believe for a second he is 5’10 this guy is like 6’0

kanade is so frail and i don’t know why she is drawn like almost the same as the others when she is literally like ghostly pale and sickly but that’s besides the point. the worst eyebags you’ve ever seen.

mafuyu is like. i think she starts to lose weight during her 2nd year at the height of all her stress, but begins to gain back what she lost in her 3rd. she is fat. also cuts her hair shorter

ena is mixed hispanic/japanese obvi and she has naturally wavier hair. also has horrible dark circles. is naturally chubbier and she is once she gains a healthier relationship with food. it’s the good ending guys gaining weight as a sign of healing.

mizuki mizuki mizuki. taller than she is in canon by kind of a lot. like 5’7-5’8. mostly because mizuena height difference is good. also has streaks of lighter and darker pink throughout her hair because it’s natural and that’s how hair works (it’s especially prominent with her though).

all 4 of them get gray hairs early because of stress. ena and mizuki dye them and the other two do not care enough.

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What kind of tans would the Batfam get during the summer?

Alfred: When he was young and in the service, Alfred got a nice tan on his legs, forearms and face. But that has mostly faded with age and inside work now. Extremely conscientious of the dangerous effect the sun has on skin, he now wears protective gear when gardening (which happens less and less as he grows older) and a healthy amount of sunscreen. However, he still vacations on beaches when he has the time, so he has a swimsuit tan.

Bruce: Sunscreens the fuck up. Can he tan? Slightly. Will he? No. He’s a little afraid of sunburn pains, and while his years of training have toughened up his skin, it’s not like he exactly WANTS to have rough skin. He got one (1) cancerous mole when with Ra’s Al Ghul and doesn’t want to tempt fate.

Selina: she was always a little sad she was never as tan as her mother, and so went through a phase where she went to tanning beds. She didn’t like the result, expense, or bluster from the doctor, however, and when one of her friends had a serious skin cancer scare, she quit. Still, Selina loves lounging by the pool in a bikini, and never puts on as much sunscreen that her loved ones would want her to apply. But as she’s largely nocturnal; and often wears a full body once piece, her tan is largely consistent but not a huge change from her look during the winter.

Dick: he always gets a nice golden brown, isn’t afraid of going swimming or sunning in *not much*, but is still conscientious of health and uses sunscreen and goes to the dermatologist regularly. He does have a bit of a sock tan though - he rolls them all the way up when wearing sneakers because he’s a dork.

Barbara: Lobster red burn, peel, back to pale with maybe some new freckles - repeat. She’s given up. She puts sunscreen on her scalp. She’s kind of jealous of Dick. Swears she once got a burn from the moon.

Jason: T shirt tan. All the way. Would have a red neck except he’s always wearing helmets. He sometimes wears a tank top outside enough that there is a 2nd level of tanning, but not too often. Also, he likes boots, so he doesn’t wear shorts and short socks often.

Cass: burnt herself a LOT during her early years as a free person. She loved the warmth and comfort of napping in the sun. She’s learned to be more careful, but you can still find her napping on roofs. As such, she develops a nice, healthy looking tan, but she sort of has the same tan outline as Jason - she doesn’t have a set outfit she usually wears, but it usually approximates a tshirt and varying lengths of pants. Her feet are brown though - she goes barefoot as much as possible.

Tim: Hasn’t ever tried for a tan really. He knew he was Supposed To wear sunscreen, and it’s one of the self care habits he didn’t really neglect. But he’s in the habit of wearing longer clothing anyway, so all that really regularly sees the sun is his hands and face.

Steph: a nice, athletic tan. She spends as much time outside as she can, often running. This originally stemmed from trying to be away from her house as much as possible, and grew to a true enjoyment. She sometimes jogs in a sports bra, so her midriff is a bit tan.

Damian: Damian doesn’t really see the point of tanning, as for most of his early childhood, he wore protective gear and/or worked in the literal shadows/inside like other sensible people who live in deserts. But he also values being outside, sometimes running with Stephanie, and finds Gotham to be too dreary to waste any sun he gets. So he tans quite nicely, though his lines seem to be a mix of Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s

Duke: Duke has a swim shorts tan. Ever since he was a kid, but especially since finding out about his light powers, Duke enjoys the light as much as possible. He also needs to keep up with the tans of people who DON’T spend many daylight hours in a supersuit. So while he does apply sunscreen, he especially applies it to the lower half of the face, as he’s afraid the difference in tone could be noticeable. Either it works or people really don’t care, as no one ever mentions it or uses it against him. Sometimes he’ll join Cassandra on a roof for a sunbeam nap.

Terry: Aesthetically not into tanning. He doesn’t avoid it exactly, but he definitely doesn’t go out of his way to get one. Occasionally gets sunburns when his forearms have been meaning by the car window for too long. Terry does not see the point of working on things like cars and machinery outside of perfectly good garages, thank you very much.

Matt: used to run from concerned adults with their sunscreen - not because he especially hated it, but because it took too long. He still hasn’t gotten into the habit, and so does the ol’ burn-then-tan thing very often. As such, he basically had a T-shirt tan.

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🎱 Darrell Todd NSFW Alphabet 🎱

A/N: Keep in mind our boy is bi. I tried keeping this gender neutral, though. This is in Darrell Todd x You format. Also keep in mind he is a vers. I once said he gave subby energy, but soft dom is also applicable.

Absolutely not proofread. I charged through this like a diesel train firing on all cylinders.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's usually light-headed after sex. When he comes down from his high he'll make sure to attend to you. He helps you clean up (if you want) and would get both of you a drink of water. Tucks your hair behind your ear/brushes your hair from your forehead while you drink.

Would love to cuddle after, share a kiss or 2 … or 3 before falling asleep with you in his arms.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. They're big with prominent knuckles. There's a couple of freckles on the backs of his hands and one mole on his right wrist. He has vertically long fingernails which have a sort of pale pink nail bed and barely there lunulas. He keeps his nails trimmed and clean.

His hands are reliable. They can touch, caress, hold, grope, and pull orgasms out of you.

Of course he also likes his dick. He's all about closeness and thinks having it buried balls deep inside you would be the epitome of closeness.

Your tits and thighs and lips. Don't get me wrong he appreciates a nice ass, but tits drive him wild. Chronic case of lemme suck them tiddies. He can get off on it alone.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thick and white, which is relatively surprising for someone who has bad eating habits and who leisurely smokes.

Would love to cum inside you every chance he gets, but if you don't want that he'll gladly cum on your belly or your thighs.

Likes to see his cock covered in both your juices when he pulls out.

Gathers any that leaks out and pushes it back in.

Likes it when you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would just love to bite you

He settles for nips and hickeys but he would love to sink his teeth down and mark you up

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's pretty experienced and kinda knows his way around.

Deadset on learning how you like it so he can satisfy you. He will find that sweet spot and make it his fucking mission to hit it every single time. He sleeps well knowing he did a good job for you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary and its variations: Both legs on his shoulders. One leg up. Your ankles locked around his waist/the small of his back.

He thinks it's perfect because you can have eye contact and its easier for spotting any signs of discomfort (no matter who's topping)

Also allows for deeper penetration and gives him front row seats to your tits. Makes your lips more accessible to deep, heated kisses.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Somewhere in the middle, I suppose. Likes to enjoy the closeness, wants to focus on how good it feels throughout.

Won't actively joke but he'd make you smile with honest, genuine praise.

Praise him and you'll get him very red and smiley.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet obvs doesn't match the drapes. He doesn't shave but trims it to help with clean up and comfort.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate.

Leans down all the time to kiss you. Thinks he can manifest his feelings through kissing. Outside of a sexual setting his kisses hold a lot of meaning too.

Kisses every bit of skin he can reach.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off a lot. It's one of the ways he relieves stress.

He'll be at work and very subtly reach down and palm himself behind the counter. Sometimes he disappears into the gas station bathroom to pump one out. Things get more interesting in his trailer.

He humps his pillow, hands clutching it in a death grip, while he lets his thoughts wander or while looking at pictures of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BREEDING

Praise kink

Mutual masturbation

Taking pictures/getting his picture taken

Outdoor sex/Agoraphilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His trailer, in the woods or by the lake of Devil's Peak

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk and naughty texts

Send him a pic and he's fucking feral, itching to get off his shift

On the opposite end however, he also gets turned on when you're just relaxing/cuddling. Loves it when there's this shared air of trust and open affection that wraps around you.

Tenderness.

Confident and genuine smiles, twinkling eyes, and having some outspoken passion for an interest enthralls him too

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage

Knife or bloodplay

Degradation

Any form of hitting (spanking or slapping)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, he loves both. He knows how to go down on you for sure.

Great hand-tongue coordination *wink wonk*

He likes to lace his fingers with yours while giving/receiving

Absolutely loves when you come in his mouth and swallows every drop

Will not hesitate to kiss you even with the taste of him on your tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He gives you time to adjust once he bottoms out, but he's quick to settle on a pace you both enjoy.

Knows how important good rhythm is, so he's gonna commit to that.

Gets faster as both of you are close.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie <3

Willing to risk it all for a quickie

If he's stuck at work, you're more than welcome to drop by and take him in the storage closet or bathroom.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

50/50… if it makes him uncomfortable or bears any form of resemblance to his turn offs, I'm sorry he isn't doing it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Baby can take 2 max, but each round lasts a while so you both would have had your fill by then.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly doesn't own toys. Considered buying one of those doll torsos, but decided against it. Didn't appreciate how desperate he seemed.

If you do have toys, he'll gladly use them on you, and if you get him any he's very willing to try them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't tease much. Doesn't like to be teased either. If you want him, you'll get him and would appreciate it if you return the favor. He gets embarrassed/incredibly needy when you tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Can't help it. Absolutely vocal.

Sprinkle of expletives here and there

So much moaning it might surprise you because in a normal setting he isn't too talkative.

Petnames galore. Says "ma'am/sir" or "mama/daddy" when subbing, but always uses "baby".

Out of breath by the time he's about to cum. Just helpless pathetic whimpers that he buries in the crook of your neck.

Begging. That's it.

Stumbles over his words.

His orgasm pulls out a deep, satisfied, moan out of him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thoroughly believes that sex isn't good sex unless it's sloppy so... let's hope you're at the lake or near some running water and paper towels.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

*cracks knuckles* I've said before that he's big in every sense of the word and I stand by it. He's a good 8 inches in length, maybe a spare .02 or .04 or so, and a decent 5 inches in girth. Uncircumcised. (Gasp! An uncircumcised Christian?! Heresy! Bloo is burnt at the stake)

A shower. When you pull down his pants, it's a bit of a shocker and he always chuckles at your reaction.

Worried that you genuinely can't take it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Relatively average sex drive? Although it's pretty high when you're around.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast, only because he's absolutely spent afterwards, but he'll force himself to listen to you if you wanna talk after. He'll insist he's just resting his eyes when he closes them. Pretty soon his replies turn into sweet but monosyllabic mmm's. Then he's out.

Gonna tag some people who interacted with my post: @rottent33th @fraidy-farfelle @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm

[kinomiya]

Mayblade Day #22: Cover Art.

Thanks @hellovivirose​ for collaborating with me on whatever last minute disaster this was that we produced. ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª

[ARTICLE TEXT: Another day, and another musician has been targeted by a series of leaks. Less than two weeks after Neoborg was embroiled in a series of scandalous rumors posted by someone using the pseudonym “crimson sunbird” on the anonymous gossip site DeuxMoi.

The anonymous leaker suggested the band used ghostwriters for their debut album, questioning the frontman’s authenticity in doing so. The band has remained silent regarding these rumors, despite the attention they’ve received.

Today, in what appears to be a continuation of these targeted leaks, an anonymous tumblr account has posted what they claim is a genuine leak of the cover art and tracklist to the bands highly anticipated sophomore album. Only time will tell if there is any veracity to these claims or if it’s simply an elaborate hoax intended to harm the bands reputation with their fans.

Prior to publication, we reached out to NeoBorg’s representatives but they did not respond immediately for comment.]

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The door to the apartment violently swung open and Yuriy angrily stalked into the spacious Tokyo high rise. He approached the figure who was lounging on the sofa, playing on his phone and dropped an iPad into his lap.

Takao didn’t flinch despite the loud thud of the device hitting his knee. Instead he glanced from his phone to the tablet screen, scanning the article the webpage was open to. The disinterested expression on his face made Yuriy’s scowl intensify.

“What about it?” Takao inquired as he finished reading the article and looked up at the intruder in his apartment, an eyebrow slightly raised.

“You better have a real fucking convincing explanation to how this couldn’t be you, Kinomiya,” Yuriy said through clenched teeth.

“Why do you think I’d do this?” Takao questioned, as he shifted on the sofa, tossing the device in his hands beside him.

“Gee I don’t fucking know, maybe because you’re the only person who’s seen this who isn’t part of the band or the team!” Yuriy spoke, frustration and betrayal in his voice as he clenched his hands into fists at his side.

“Then it sounds like you have a mole on your team or in your band,” Takao retorted, his nose wrinkling in displeasure at the man's accusation.

Yuriy closed the distance between them, grabbing onto the collar of Takao’s yellow t-shirt and pushing him into the back of the couch, where Yuriy towered over him.

“Listen closely you little brat, my band is my family, and if you’re saying I should believe your suggestion that one of them is a traitor, you’re about to have a rude awakening,” he spoke in a threatening whisper, as his clenched fist turned white.

A bitter laugh escaped Takao’s lips as one of his hands moved to grab onto Yuriy’s forearm. His nails left red marks on the pale skin as he pushed the man away from him.

“Why are you always like this?” Takao asked, as he gave Yuriy an abrupt shove that caused the man to let go of his shirt collar. He spoke again, his irritation no longer hidden: “How long has it been now, Yuriy? Half a decade? But because I never had the misfortune of going to that shithole boarding school with you and your misfit friends, you’ll never even humor the idea that I don’t actually want to ruin your life!” Takao finished with a frustrated shout.

Yuriy stared between his open hand and the shorter man who now stood before him a bewildered expression on his face at Takao’s normally calm demeanor being replaced with anger.

Maybe he was right, how many trials and tribulations would Yuriy make Takao go through, how many more times would he move the goalpost on the man. Never satisfied that this wasn’t all just some elaborate plan to ruin him straight out of a generic coming of age film.

“Then tell me… who do you think is trying to sabotage us?” He asked with a sigh as he lowered his hand to his side and shifted his gaze away from the wild rage in front of him.

“I don’t know, maybe the dude who’s dating your manager's niece,” Takao replied nonchalantly, tilting his head to the side slightly as he continued: “you know, the one who thinks he’s better than you in every way.”

Yuriy closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he recalled all the private arguments with Volkov about allowing Kai to take on a more significant role in the writing process as well as performances, insisting it would be to their benefit due to his popularity with their fans.

He wasn’t quite ready to admit how much sense it made.

“Sorry…” He muttered awkwardly, daring to sneak a glance at Takao.

“I’m used to it,” Takao replied monotonously, nudging his shoulder gently against Yuriy's, in a silent act of comfort before finishing: “Anyway I thought it was funny at first that he was gossiping about how you didn’t write your own music because it wasn’t like any of the music he was writing was better but… it’s less amusing the lengths he’ll go to sabotage his family, for his own benefit.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Yuriy grumbled as he returned the nudge, in a silent thank you.

“Or… you could just reveal that he’s the grandson of your record label's CEO?” Takao suggested, a hint of amusement on his face as Yuriy suddenly looked at him in shock

“What?”

Takao leaned closer to the man, moving a hand to gently cradle his jaw, as a smirk danced across his lips as his breath tickled Yuriy’s face.

“See, what did I tell you? It’s to your advantage to trust the vapid global superstar that writes your music for you… because I know things.”

All Yuriy could reply with was an exhale of air that sounded vaguely like a chuckle.

Maybe it was about time he cemented the post once and for all.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Could I request a matchup? For male and female companions?

I’m a young(Er) adult whose more of an introvert. I’m quite pale (not due to vampirism) but genetics. This and a condition called POTS makes me dislike extreme heat. (And extremely cold.) Things in the middle temperature wise is when I thrive. So I live for Fall and Spring. I have dark hair and lots of freckles and moles. Some of them are kind of big and embarrassing but most are in areas that are usually covered (stomach, upper thighs).

I enjoy reading books and writing stories. I also love baking, and I especially enjoy singing while I bake. I don’t sound super good but it’s more of a happy place thing than a performance thing.

I’m not very open, especially to strangers. I mean I’m really nice and try to be polite and friendly but I don’t really trust anyone. I’m always on the lookout for something bad to happen. I don’t know why I just am.

I enjoy being outside in nature but not with other people or large groups. Like concerts are NOT my thing lol. For me being outside is a reflection time for grounding myself away from the noise of the world.

However I am not an outdoorsy person. I do not enjoy camping. Or extreme hiking. I greatly enjoy my indoor plumbing and air conditioning m/heater.

Alignment wise I think I’m neutral good. Or chaotic good. Honestly it depends. Like if it’s an asshole boss or misogynistic government making the rules I say fuck em because they’re unjust. But at the same time I feel guilty jaywalking because it’s technically illegal and could potentially be dangerous/cause accidents.

I’m not very romantic but I do long for romance. I just think it has to be the right person at the right time for me to really open up. I move super slow even in friendships. And sex to me isn’t just a bodily function it’s way more meaningful. I can’t do one night stands. And for me to even consider having sex I would need to trust and respect the person and know they respect me in return.

I’ve been through ALOT of trauma in my life. Like way more than the average person which is probably why I’m so closed off and internally judgy of other ppl. I would really like a s/o who’s been through a few challenges of their own, so they’d “get” it in a way. I don’t really relate to people who’ve had easy happy lives. It just doesn’t compute to me lol.

So who do you think I’d be a good fit for??? (Both male and female companions please!! And thank you!!)

-🔴 Red circle nonnie

Okay, for you 🔴 Red Circle Anon, I’m thinking your companion matchups would be Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female)! 

☸ Gale is a perfect companion for you! More of an introvert himself, Gale doesn’t always “get” social interaction, so he greatly appreciates your preference to mingle in smaller parties on occasion. He’s spent quite a lot of time in Waterdeep with just Tara his Tresym and his Mother, Mrs. Dekarios, so he is used to doing things on his own: reading and practicing spells and the like. He loves that you are into reading as well. Despite teasing from Tara, he thinks it’s a perfectly lovely date idea to sit near each other, reading your respective texts. 

And he greatly enjoys reading all the things you write, if you’re willing to share them. He finds it incredible how you can weave (ha, get it, weave?) such fantastical plots and emotions together. I mean he is a wizard, but he thinks his ability to influence the physical and astral world around him has nothing on the power behind your mighty quill. He also enjoys listening to your singing from the kitchen as he works on various potions and spells. He needs to hear it every so often, almost like how he needs to consume magical artifacts: it brings him peace and grounds him in a reality he vows he won’t let slip away. 

Gale adores your freckles, I mean adores. He probably has them all mapped out somewhere in his study. He loves trailing his finger from one to the other, especially when it makes you blush. Gale also has no issue using his magic to accommodate your need for milder temperatures due to your condition. Whether you need it cooler or warmer, he can use his hands to help you regulate your body temperature. And if that isn’t enough, he can conjure large amounts of ice or fire. Whatever you need, your wizard will get it for you! He makes a mental note to read every piece of literature on the subject he finds in his travels. He finds every part of you stunning, illness or moles be damned, and has no problems reminding you of that, as many times as it takes. 

He himself isn’t the most fond of roughing it so to speak, but he does love feeling the sun on his cheeks and the wind on his face. He especially enjoys taking walks with you, holding your hand as he over-explains the history of magic and its role in The Weave. 

He is very pleased that you’re a kind and courteous person like he is. His Mother raised him to be a respectful man and the idea of being with a partner who takes joy in unnecessary violence or revels in others' suffering makes him physically ill. He cares so much about others, as evidenced by his fear of hurting a large population should the orb in his chest explode. He cares that you care too. 

Contrary to you, however, Gale thinks himself a huge romantic. He perceives love often, even when it may not be there. It’s not that he’s desperate, it’s just that the “boring” parts people often think mean nothing, are the parts of a relationship that mean the most to him. The quiet. The parallel play. The kind words here and there. The interest in the other’s hobbies. That is love to him. That’s not to say he isn’t interested in sex, oh no. He quite enjoys the feeling of your bare skin on his, the sweaty tangle of your limbs, and the euphoria that comes with it. But, similar to you, he sees it as a joining of souls. (Quite literally if you agree to make love in the astral plane with him.) He worships you and you alone and wants to be worshiped in return. Please give him your undivided romantic attention- he thinks you’re such a wonder, he doubts whether he’s deserving of it at times. 

Gale may not show it often, at least not in ways people might think, but he’s endured a lot in his life as well. Despite holding up Mystra as this wonderful goddess, it becomes clearer how unstable their relationship (if you’d call it that) was. He was so wounded, he tried so hard to mend it and ended up planting a bomb in his chest trying to fix it. And then there’s the thing with the Mindflayers, sheesh. Talk about a tough break. It’s rough, but Gale is determined to keep going to fix it. He has to. For himself, and more importantly for you. 

Once both issues are addressed, and the current evils vanquished, he’d want more than nothing to settle down with you back home in Waterdeep. He’d love to introduce you to his Mother, and Tara (if you haven’t already met her). You are the love of his life. And he can’t wait to share the rest of it- the good and the bad- with you. 

♨ You might think Karlach isn’t your best match, her being quite loud and outgoing, but you’d be wrong. The two of you are like this perfect balance of Yin and Yang- where she wants to dive in headfirst, you advise caution. Where she wants to swing first and ask questions later, you’d rather work out an agreement. The two of you often end up compromising on each of your extremes to find a happy middle that works well for the two of you. 

She does find it a bit frustrating that you don’t tolerate extreme heat very well, as it can make sleeping in the same bed difficult if the weather is already warm out. But she understands. When her internal engine is fixed, she’s certain her temperature will be much more tolerable to you. On the other hand, she’s incredibly proud that she can save you from freezing temperatures, should night ever be particularly cold or you two find yourselves deep in the Underdark. 

And she loves your moles. No, really, she thinks they’re the cutest little things! She’s a red tiefling who spent years watching every kind of soul and creature imaginable enter hell, but none compare to you and your many beauty marks. 

She’s not the most fond of sitting and reading for extended periods, but she loves it when you read aloud to her. She can sharpen and polish her weapons as you regal her with all the many stories you’ve written down over the years. She loves the imagined ones just as much as the real recorded ones. (She especially loves it when you include her in your stories, she finds it so flattering!) 

And she lives for your baking. As a Barbarian she’s almost always hungry. (Hey, a girl has gotta keep up that strength somehow!) She’s so glad you’re gifted in that department. Her attempts almost always end up resembling charcoal more than any sort of food. 

Despite having been forced to fight in hell, Karlach has the personality of a golden retriever. She loves most people and is pretty polite to those she meets. Of course, that doesn’t mean she’s not gonna challenge them to a fight, but she has the decency of mind to say a greeting first. So it’s safe to say she appreciates your good-naturedness as well. You are two peas in a pod that way. 

However, unlike you, Karlach loves a good loud and large gathering; she fits right in! She’s loud and large herself! But she knows you have a limit for those sorts of things, so she won’t drag you to too many of them. 

Alignment-wise, Karlach is the embodiment of chaotic good lol. She’s a Zariel Tiefling Barbarian with a heart of gold. 

She too can’t rush into physical romance, not because she doesn't want to, but due to her engine. When sex is potentially dangerous, you’re forced to rethink what romance and love mean to you. Karlach gets coming at it from a different point of view. And she has no problem waiting until you’re both safe and ready to be with each other in that way. She’s had her fair share of trauma as well. But whereas you claim to be closed off and judgy, it seemingly made her happy and wise. The two of you both underwent difficult times and developed your own unique trauma responses that just so happen to complement one another. Karlach may be saddened that happiness and joy don't come as easily to you as they do to her, but she’ll be damned if she didn’t try her hardest every day to bring those things to you. You’re the love of her life, after all.

[bite-sized-devil]

Hi Saadie! Congrats on 500+ Followers!

Here's my info for the matchup! ^^

Star Sign : (November) Scorpio Age : 18 Height : 5'3 Identity : Female; She/Her MBTI : INFJ-T Occupational : (tired) College Student Favorite Things : I like books (mostly fantasy), action movies, musicals, my computer (lol), any type of music, anime, flowers such as azaleas and roses, milk chocolate, birthday cards my sister makes for me and butterscotch ice cream What I do in my spare time : Read books or fics, play piano, watch gamers on YouTube and sometimes sketch random objects out of boredom What I look for in a partner : Passionate, loyalty, overall great sense of humor, kindness, funny (my humor be broken haha) and honesty! Favorite Obey Me Character(s) : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan Belphegor and Barbatos Appearance : I am a South Asian person who has olive-peach skin but not so pale looking either. I have a really small mole on the left side of my cheek. I have short black hair, light brown eyes, pretty big eyelashes and am pretty much average in height (or short- not sure how much 5'3 is classified in some countries lol). I have small dark circles under my eyes which can't be distinguished since I wear glasses which somewhat covers them up.

I hope this is enough! If you need, I can DM you a picture of my appearance! ^^

( -@amberrskiies )

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Hello cutie! I'm sorry this took a little while, I'm trying to go in order of who sent in first. I originally wanted to give each submission all of what I promised all at the same time but uhhhh.... That would take way to long 😂 and so I'm just releasing the match ups first then I'll do the fics/script fics if I haven't already written them. Oh also nightbringer distracted me a buuuunch! So sorry!!

Mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. 💕

Match up:

Satan Avatar of Wrath

May I offer scrunky furious cat boy to you? He's very passionate, funny, loyal and honest! I think he'd be quite taken with you, you love to read and play the piano what a charming little thing you are 💕 He'd love to help you study for your exams, you'll reward him with kisses won't you?

Head canons for you two:

This mother fucker actually asked you out mid screaming match with Lucifer. Or well actually you think that's what happened? You remember "MC GOOD YOU'RE HERE I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO DINNER! THAT IS AS SOON AS IM FINISHED WITH THIS ARSEHOLE RIGHT HERE!" So now you're in your room at HOL dressed and ready but starting to think maybe you heard wrong? Your brain doesn't really function properly during screaming matches, even ones you aren't involved in. So you're sitting on your bed considering changing before anyone notices you're all dressed up. Fuck that would be so embarrassing! But you hear a knock on the door, just one simple but sharp knock. It has you up off your bed in seconds racing to the door nearly as fast as the beat your heart is setting. You open the door and find him there waiting. He gives you a warm smile and takes your small hands in his. "Your beauty flaws me MC, truly you are something to behold. I want to apologise for my rudeness earlier, I'm not sorry I asked you to dinner. Just how I went about it."

How cute is it when you read together. 🥰 Your head resting on one of his legs reading your lastest fantasy novel. The fingers of his free hand comb through your short black locks absentmindedly. His other hand holds his book against the thigh of his raised knee. It's mostly comfortable, until he gets to an intense part and the fingers in your hair are no longer combing but sharply pulling as his hand gets turned into a fist. He's quick to pull you into his arms and smother you in sweet kisses in-between sorry's when he hears you utter a quiet 'ouch'.

If you weren't a member of the anti-lucifer club you are now. Pranking just became a favourite pastime for you both. If anything Lucifer is thankful as you tend to do childish pranks now instead of murderous ones.

Can he help you study? Please, he'll be good! He won't distract you! Say you'll let him help you, he'd love to. Honestly he'll only kiss you a little bit, promise they will only be as rewards for correct answers and not because you look so cute when you're concentrating. Oh no, was that a paper cut? He'll kiss it better, he'll kiss it better at your wrist, up your arm, along your collar bone, over your pulse point, along your jaw, over your lips with his tongue down your throat. Wait where did it hurt again? You can't remember, everything feels hazy. No pain, or study, only Satan.

It is now your life's mission to find a horror movie that actually scares Satan. Unfortunately you haven't found one yet, it's not however unfortunate for Satan. He loves watching horror movies with you, loves the way you tuck yourself in close to his side almost half hidden from the screen. Thinks it's so cute the way you jump and squeal a little at jump scares. Once you actually jumped into his lap, he kept you there the entire rest of the film just holding you close. So yeah he definitely likes watching them with you.

Will absolutely loose his shit if you dress up as a kitty. He's a blushing, stuttering mess! He's so fucking into you, and then you do this? His brain isn't working, not enough blood reaching it... It's circulating elsewhere. 😳

No offence to Satan or whatever but can you do me a favour and teach him how to dress himself properly? This might shock him a little but when you wear a coat you usually use both of the sleeves 😂 also stop with the hats! Again respectfully no offence 🙏

When you're together he always has to have a hand on you. It's more of a starved for affection thing rather than possessive. He really can't seem to get enough of you. It's his hand in yours, or at the small of your back, or wrapped around you. Or if he's feeling naughty grabbing your ass.

If you wanted more NSFW content I'm sorry! I felt kinda weird writing it for an 18yo like I'm some sort of predator! I'm like 10 years older then you, it gave me some icky feelings. So I'm sorry! 😔😔

[laviniadraws]

So, I felt like doing catnap like a human (AND a young adult) sooo…😻

He definitely certainly absolutely ATE 🗣️‼️(this drawing is just my personal interpretation of him, if you disagree with it, it’s fine <3)

I’m gonna list some headcanons that I made for him (and nobody asked for, but I’ll do it anyway. You cannot stop me >:3)

-He would be pale as FUCK💀 (like REALLY pale. Hated albino gacha life child ahh wannabe)

-He would have moles in diverse spots on his face

-HE HAS A SEPTUM PIERCING AND NO ONES CONVINCING ME WRONG👺

-Would be pretty chill to talk to, in my opinion

-He’s more of a “tea person”🍵

-HES A GOSSIP QUEEN😘

-Would wear oversized clothes

-He is kinda tall (would say around 5’11”-6’0” ft)

-He would be a little skinny (bro could be slenderman 😭)

-last but not least, he’s non-binary(He/they) and Aroace 🏳️‍🌈😄

That’s it!

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

i've been drawing disabled people for disability pride month, & i put all the ones i've done so far together!! :D

(the description wouldn't fit in the alt text, so it's below the cut)

a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.