#im so hungry now

[zushimart]

hey gay 🫶

mdni. hiii everyone we are discussing sub scara's top kinks. written w modern au in mind. gn!reader w/ a dick i think, and also probably trans!scara. ok anyway. not in any particular order, but:

1. praise/body worship one of scara's biggest personal issues is insecurity. he needs some reassurance that you like him, that you love him... and what better way to remind him than utter devotion to his mind and body... it can either be meticulous and embarrassing, like kissing every inch of his skin, lingering around the places he's most sensitive, hot breath ghosting the crook of his neck or the insides of his thighs as you whisper both tame and unholy little compliments... maybe even cockwarming him for hours... OR it can be rough and mind numbing. his body hot, squirming from overstimulation, pushing your head away from between his legs... scolding your one-track mind... your fixation on counting how many times he can come undone before he breaks. he enjoys how much you enjoy him... not only does it get him off, but it makes him happy, too.

2. exhibitionism back to his insecurity, i think he has a little worm inside his brain that enjoys proving to people that he's likable, lovable... fuckable!!! it's the reason he's obsessed with marking, scratching, and biting. he likes risky sex... nothing that'd get you caught... just the idea... like sending you nudes when you're out running errands or even calling you on the phone and letting you listen to him touch himself. it's why he likes photos and videos of him for later. yeah, he'd invite someone else into the bedroom just to let them watch you fuck him... let them see how well he takes it and how you're only giving it to him because he's just that good. he always puts on a pretty show when he knows he's being watched.

3. humiliation ( a. giving & b. receiving) ^ mix with the above for a delightful drink... a) king of scathing back talk. yeah, once you get him far enough, he's babbling about how much he loves you, begging for you to fill him up, etc. but before that!!! he's so mean ("you have no self control, you're like a dog" "i could do better with my fingers," etc.). it's just because he's embarrassed (and can never say what he actually means till he's intoxicated by lust) and he knows it eggs you on. makes you try even harder (or idk, manhandle him into shutting up or something). b) mix being mean with being nice. a voice drenched in fake pity telling him he's such a pretty cocksleeve, your favorite toy. maybe he's not the sweetest or the kindest plaything, but the pussy's so good he's still your #1 (weird power trip for him). great way to incorporate picturesss like above... make him make a mess of himself (unfocused eyes, sweaty and panting, lips swollen, bangs stuck to his forehead, covered in cum and snap a little pictureee). the sound of a condescending laugh makes him throb. he's not good with hardcore humiliation or anything, though... the most you could do is like... very gentle body writing.

4. corruption he's extremely inexperienced and the idea of being taught how to be a slut is a mind blowing fantasy for him.

5. honorable mention is. hate sex. NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!! but i do love this idea with ex bf scara a lot. haunts my dreams. OMG!!! i almost forgot cumplay. anything to do with cum but specifically inside him. ...swallowing, snowballing, creampies...

[danmeiljie]

Episode 14: Advance Bravely Part 1

[farmersliga]

without fail i have never had an italian class where we didn’t talk about food at some point

[nururu]

oh lawd

[calamitys-child]

One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[mediocredoots]

there's nothing more erotic that isn't supposed to be than that french chocolatier making sweets

[3-aem]

struggling with this piece and every time i open layers i get jump scared by how the coloring looks

[randomminty]

The og iono fan

[tooteadoo]

tumblrrrrrr ugghhhh look at these photos of assad GOODDDDD i can't believe i'd never seen them before he looks so uguuguggahHAHHHHH

[stardial]

baby's first naddpod fanart... got moonshine on tha brain..

bonus pawpaw outline i used while drawing.

[mythtiide]

Day 5. Firsts / Flirting 🫧

[dreamsy990]

some of the less nice thoughts about being aroace

extras below the cut

sketch

closeups on my favorite panels

bonus: adios

[mafuyuakgae]

white day mafuyu

[r26yz]

you want to play? aren’t you getting old boy?

[lost-in-fandoms]

Thought i would be done but...yeah didn't happen. Part one here.

Living with Max is easy.

He doesn't whine when Daniel is taking care of his leg, he doesn't mind sleeping on some blankets on the floor, next to the fireplace, he offers to help around, and best of all he doesn't ask questions.

Well, not exactly. He asks so many questions. Once he gets over his initial bout of shyness and quiet, he asks questions about Daniel's vegetables, about his horse, about the woods, about the traps, about the animals. He offers his own opinions too, telling Daniel he's growing peas in too much shade and that he's cooking his meat for too long. And, much to Daniel's annoyance, he is often right too.

But he doesn't ask questions about Daniel. He doesn't know if it is because Max doesn't care or because he doesn't want to be asked questions back, but he appreciates being spared the trouble of telling him to mind his own business.

They also work surprisingly well together. Max is older than he initially seemed, dirt, hunger and exhaustion making him look younger, and he seems to know a little bit of everything. Even if he doesn't ask, Daniel is a little curious about what path in life brought him to have such a wide mix of knowledge. He seems to know how to move around the woods without scaring the prey, how to skin and cook animals, how to take care of the vegetables (better than Daniel), how to keep himself and the house clean.

It's nice to have a second pair of hands around, even if the pair of hands should sit down more often to let their leg heal. Not that Max ever listened to that.

And he's funny. Daniel hadn't realised how much he missed just sitting around the table after dinner, talking and laughing with someone else. How good it was to wake up and find the fire already stoked and the water pitch already filled. To have someone to say good morning to who would say it back.

Daniel hadn't been thinking of himself as lonely before, he was content with his choice of life, but he can admit that he likes this. He is glad Max decided to stay and he's glad Max seems to be having a good time too, at least from what Daniel could tell.

This is why, when about three weeks after Max's arrival he wakes up in the middle of the night to the sounds of him moving around the house, his first thought isn't Max is leaving, but something is wrong.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice scratchy with sleep and way too loud in the quiet of the night.

He watches Max flinch, dropping something, before turning around to face Daniel.

"Go back to sleep," he whispers, too shaky to be a good order. There's something different in his voice, and it only takes Daniel's tired brain a few moments to realise that he had heard those notes before, in the woods about three weeks ago. Fear.

Daniel sits up, eyes finally adjusting to the silver darkness of the room, moonlight streaming through the open windows.

"What's wrong?" he asks again, voice lower, matching Max's whisper.

He listens to the sounds coming from outside, thinking that maybe the men Max was running from have come back, but he can't hear anything unusual in the late summer night.

Max is grabbing what he dropped on the floor, stuffing it into a bag that he must have taken from Daniel's things, but the moment, Daniel doesn't even care about the fact that he's very obviously stealing from him.

"Max, what is happening?" He's getting frustrated now, hates not knowing what is going on, worry and irritation growing together.

He stands up, taking a couple of steps towards Max, wanting to see him better, but he stops when Max flinches back.

"I need to leave," he finally says, voice raspy. It's not an explanation, and Daniel suddenly regrets never asking any questions.

"Why? Where?"

He doesn't want Max to leave. The knowledge of that settles like armor on his chest, safe but heavy. Living with Max isn't just easy, it's good. He doesn't want to go back to an empty house, not after the past weeks have been so nice.

"I...I need..." Max shudders, as if in pain, and Daniel's legs ache with the need of walking closer.

"Did something happen?" Did I do something wrong?

Max shakes his head, jerky and sharp. When he exhales, Daniel can hear him bite back a whine.

He doesn't want to scare Max, but he is confused, and he is worried, and he is not going to let him go without an explanation.

He steps between Max and the door.

"You owe me an explanation," he says, hating the way it makes Max stiffen, unwilling to take it back anyway.

"I don't owe you..." Max snaps, before interrupting himself with half a growl. "You haven't told me anything either!"

"That's different. I'm not running away in the middle of the night."

Max takes a step forward, back tense, and Daniel instinctively braces himself, eyes flying towards the table, where his knife always is, but Max doesn't attack him.

He shivers again, hands clenching around the bag and then letting it fall on the ground with a thump, shoulders slumping as all the fight seems to leave him.

"Please, Daniel, I need to leave. It's...it's not safe."

Max looks up, finally meeting Daniel's eyes, and he's suddenly reminded of what the man had said, so many days ago.

He's dangerous. Cursed.

Max's eyes look weird, blue brighter than ever, almost glowing in the moonlight. His face is twisted in pain and there's the glimmer of sweat gathering at his hairline. None of that would worry Daniel, but there's something...different in him. Something other.

Cursed.

The room seems too bright now. The moon is almost full tonight.

Cursed.

Max had said he hadn't killed anyone, but if this is what Daniel is thinking of...

Max closes his eyes, whole body shivering again, his edges almost blurring with it. Or maybe it's not just a trick of the light. Daniel doesn't know what to think anymore.

He doesn't want Max to go. He doesn't want this to happen.

He steps away from the door.

For a moment, they both stand still, looking at each other.

For a moment, Daniel hopes he'll wake up and it will be morning, and Max will be coming in with the last tomatoes from the garden.

Then Max whines, something low and pained, something animal, and bolts.

Daniel doesn't stop him.

He watches as his shadow changes even before he's fully reached the trees.

Then he sits on the doorstep and waits for the sunrise.