#im throwing up this is the best

[twistiraki]

EXCUSE ME??? BARRY ME IN HIS ARMS PLS

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[littlecrittereli]

Doodle suggestions? Gotcha The crew in some comfy PJs because WHY DON'T THEY HAVE ANYYYYY

I was just going to do a quick doodle but I ended up liking it so much I made it into a full out drawing um...

They are having a silly game night :)

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

A (slightly angsty) domestic zukka hc I’ve been thinking abt a lot: I think Zuko would have a sort of knee-jerk flinching reaction when anybody touches his scar (with katara he looks like he’s bracing himself and with mai his whole upper body is sort of being held in place by her) (which i definitely think mai did on purpose to make him feel more comfortable but anyways) I think Sokka would after the first time figure out Zuko flinches hard even when he sees it coming and he’s The Plan Guy so I think he would secretly experiment and find out Zuko doesn’t flinch when sokka drags his hand from a different part of him (like his hair) onto his face. So he just starts doing that and it takes Zuko a stupid long amount of time to realize “hey Sokka touches my face a lot and it doesn’t suck. I wonder why🤨” until one day he figures it out like Sokka you sneaky shit you were nice to me and I didn’t notice

Bc the whole “zuko lets Sokka touch his scar bc he trusts him and he’s super normal abt it” is nice but it doesn’t feel realistic? You can trust someone a whole lot and still have instinctive trauma reactions. I think it’s much sweeter if Sokka notices and figures out a way to make it better without being asked.

Oh….. I’m….. this is a nice one 👍🏼

[neothalamus]

herberts such a little shit, get him dan

[gunstellations]

double trouble

[satans-knitwear]

Perfect outfit to play sum viddy games in. (u kno im actually wearin my fluffy baby yoda hoodie over this. Be real.)

Treat me ~ Tip me

[3-aem]

i also don’t want to portray myself as faultless. my work isn’t ai and it isn’t copied. but nk will say i Had old pieces that were copied and referenced ai. Yet it isn’t good faith when i apologize, state how i took accountability, and explain thats definitely not the case today because i learned my lessons- to respond with well you made these mistakes in the past so how can i believe you, you are lying, and have not changed.

so i quit. how can i prove myself then besides what i mentioned in the last post. my question is will you even ALLOW me to prove myself. each time i must explain, i place a spotlight on something that was resolved agreeably with the artists, resolved by removing the works, and resolved within myself by learning from it. but by not saying something i also allow You to concoct narratives and have to watch people spread them around and come to me demanding apologies. it is a very uncomfortable very distressing process that has worn me down completely.

never mind that other artists who have copied have not nearly been requested to apologize as much as i have been. never mind that they were forgiven when they removed the works or even when they just say sorry and don’t remove the work at all. But you still choose to hound me afterwards for doing just that?

nk has stated that i have not fixed this. and that i must address it. how many times though? for how long also? who on this planet starts the conversation by recounting all their mistakes, especially when they know they are resolved.

i have had to learn my lessons through cruelty like yours. trust me its a trauma i have to bear and they are not lessons you then forget.

my anger and my feelings of defeat come from the fact that even after nk was still talking like i had not even attempted to make progress. just look at your tone here.

[tenderfxck]

drooling sobbing CREAMING at your Zhongli smut post sjadbaidna 😭<333 if it's okay with you would you be willing to write Dom Alhaitham smut with afab reader?I know this man gets off of his pretty girl sweet moans everytime he handles her cunny so roughly but he never forgets to praise her.IT WOULD BE A SCENARIO LIKE he's railing you like it's the last time he'll ever get to taste that oh so sweet pleasure only the reader could provide while simultaneously praising her "Doing so good f'me" "You like that, pretty?" And eventually he'll have to cover her sweet lips because oh no!!What if his annoying roommate suddenly comes home?:((( He wouldn't want to get caught during the act,even if the thought of showing you off is screaming at the back os his head he knows the sweet cunny he's fucking is only his to see (although Kaveh would've known not to come home that night)

i had to let this man have his moment eventually😩 but im going back to bullying him right after this

notes: dom!al haitham, SUPER possesive!al haitham, desperate!al haitham, afab!reader, no pronouns used, praise, themes of voyeurism

al haitham was painfully aware of how kaveh and you are best friends. seeing you waltz your way in and out of his house at all hours of the day to fetch kaveh or bring him home after a night of drinking. coming and going almost every day, like a little songbird flitting to and fro.

but that little songbird never seemed to want to perch for too long.

why won't you stay longer? why won't you look his way instead?

the worst is when you and kaveh just sit in the living room, chatting away. noisy and giggling as you gossip about archon knows what with no concern paid to al haitham reading quietly in the corner. (except he isn't. it was just a front so he could sneak glances your way as your absorbed in conversation.)

he could typically temper down these feeling (though it was growing harder day by day) until it all came to a crescendo one evening.

you had appeared at their place again, his little songbird pecking about curiously in search for it's friend, unaware of the stoic-faced tomcat that had been eyeing his prey since it crossed the threshold.

"kaveh's out on a project now. he won't be back for a bit." stay with me instead, he didn't add.

"oh, i'll just wait here, then."

so, his songbird had finally landed.

. . .

"haitham, h-haitham!"

yes, that's it. just his name spilling from those lips he's dreamed about.

"fuck, ahh! s-so big. . ."you can barely piece the words together between each moan punched from your lungs as he fucks you deeper into his mattress. "haitham, hai-ggh! please, m-more!"

"anything you wish, love."

finally. finally he had you all to himself, your soft, exposed skin pressed flush between him and his sheets below. seeing you in his room, surrounded by his things solidified his conviction that you belonged here, with him.

"that's it. fuck, you're so tight." he grunts, snapping his hips back into you, arched so pretty for him. "so good for me. feels so good inside."

your cunt is so warm and wet, a perfect snug fit around his cock. almost like you were made for him. his restraint was already wavering so soon, barely holding it together as he fucks you from behind, hands almost bruising the fullness of your hips as he seemed to hold on for dear life.

archons, what about you makes him fall apart so easily? he was always in control. of his life, his emotions, all until you made your pretty little self known to him.

"let me hear you, be good and let me hear." he breathes, biting down on the sweet column of your exposed neck

a small chorus of your moans remain muffled by one of his pillows you had buried your face in, whimpering as you finally removed it to mention your fears of kaveh hearing.

kaveh? you still have the mental faculties to worry about that bastard?

suddenly, a toned bicep rounds your neck, pulling you up and off the sheets, instead now held so tightly against al haitham's heaving chest. a large coarse hand covers your mouth, silencing the moan startled from you when he presses all the way back in to your twitching pussy, so deep and rough at this new angle.

"no, he doesn't-fuck!" he curses at the sudden clench of your cunt, shoving the hand not busy silencing all those cute whimpers down to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "he doesn't get to hear. . ." he redoubles his efforts, thrusting his cock up into that spot that makes your thighs tremble and makes you squeal under his muffling hand, cunt throbbing and juices spilling as you cum hard on his cock.

cause even if the little songbird isn't quite his, he'll be sure that you only sing for him.

[kb11rd]

The special (bond aka queerplatonic) agents.

[arataka-reigen]

Percy choosing Grover to go with him because he knows he will be betrayed by a friend, so he is desperately trying to bring the one friend he trusts the most, to make sure that part of the prophecy does not come true

[pettyprocrastination]

The first time Eddie says he loves you is freshmen year when you order him a meat lover's pizza. 

He’s still asleep, sprawled out on the couch in a way you know must be uncomfortable but he slumbers on through the phone call and the door opening. Only waking once you gently shake him and set a plate on his lap. He looks around for a moment, still disoriented as he squints at the plate before slowly picking it up and then bringing the pizza to his mouth with a hum. Mumbling a “I fuckin’ love you man” with a mouthful of food as you sit down next to him. 

He says it often, after that. Each time you cover a bill, help him study, or race to the Hideout to hand him whatever equipment he had forgotten back at the trailer. 

Each time he picks you up or rents a movie is done with a dramatic frown lined by his voice huffing. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” 

But he doesn’t truly say it until senior year. 

When your friendship had become more. After shared woes of lacking romance and desire on the night of homecoming turned into wandering hands and cautious kisses with “is this okay” mumbled against skin that turned into matching hickies hidden under his hellfire t-shirt and the creaking of bed-springs in his trailer damn near every night. It turns into that black lipstick he loves so much smeared against his neck as you straddle his lap and curl your fingers in his hair. 

It isn’t until he’s snapping his hips against yours, fucking into you on a random Thursday night, so delirious on the feeling of your soft cunt gripping his cock and your lips against his that he moans out “I’m in love with you” without realizing he had said it out loud. 

It isn’t until he feels your hands twitch and you pull away to ask “wait, what did you say?” that he his heart drops. 

Tears brim in his eyes as he stutters out excuses as a rapid fire speed. 

He didn’t mean to. 

He was just kidding. 

He didn’t say anything. 

You misheard him.

Anything to save it. Save the relationship. The friendship that he spent years wishing would become more but never acted on because he’d rather you be his best friend than not in his life at all. The one he didn’t want to fuck up just because he was a lovesick fucking moron who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and now he’s scared you off for good. 

But then your hands reach out and cup his face, thumbs wiping away his wears as you lean forward until your bare chest is pressed against his and Eddie realizes then you’re crying too. 

“Say it again?” You ask him. That voice he’s laughed and sang with, pleading to him in a tone so soft and broken his heart bleeds. “Please, Eddie?” 

Eddie Munson holds you with trembling hands as he tells you he’s in love with you, and finds ecstasy when you say it back.

Now, the Freak of Hawkins does not only say he loves you. He announces it. Every day he drops you off he hollers it out of the van window with an accompanied honk of his horn, he screams it into the mic of a dingy bar with only three patrons, including yourself, watching him play with his band. He mumbles it into your ear as his hands creep up your waist in a setting entirely too public for him to be so confident in sharing this affection. He moans it against your neck at night, crying it out each time you ride his cock and each morning when you have to pull his head away from your cunt beneath the bed sheets with a wet grin before getting up to make breakfast. 

It’s his greeting, his goodbye, his melody and his battle cry. Days may come where you feel exhausted and desperate, but never do you feel unloved. 

[mkmas]

IM SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIMMMM

[spohkh]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not a question, but I love your blog so much. Makes me so happy :) I'm very excited to see the Yi City trio in your style.

We're getting close to the Yi-City arc! In the meantime, have some behind-the-scenes sketches of me trying to figure out their designs!

[sadsoftserve]

Ramsey, as the SQUIP from Be More Chill