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[padfootprongslet]

Tyannie is everything! Have you read the Sweet Magnolias books?

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I LOVE Tyannie but I don’t like what happens in the books. I’m actually glad the show barely follows their book story so far. I’m worried the show is going to follow the books in the next season… I’d hate that.

I have read the books, and while I think there are wonderful moments for our ship, I do hate what happened with them. It just seems so hypocritical. And whilst Carson has acknowledged he would like there to be a time-skip in the show, I don’t think the show would do one next season. If they did, I also don’t think they would follow the book’s breakup either.

[ochibrochi]

Tips for drawing damian's hair pretty please?🥺

Hoo boy anon, I tried but tbh, I also really struggle to draw his hair HAHAHA. Still lots of trial and error, getting the balance between natural and gel-structured. Also side-parting is just a personal preference! And obviously more based on his 2011 appearance, since that is what I'm most familiar with.

Damian's hair has gone through a lot of canon iterations over the years (more than any other Robin?), so go long! Go short! Go crazy! Do whatever you want!

[cuntphoric]

gojo being pegged in full nelson send tweet

and him liking it

HIT TWEET HIT TWEET HIT TWEET

okay but here just for you :3

gojo getting folded in a full nelson, absolutely ruined and whimpering. this is the strongest? his legs keep trembling even as he tries to keep that cocky sona, but every time your strap goes deeper, he loses all focus.

his usual smirk? completely wiped. his brain? fried. he's clawing at your arms holding him in place, trying to squirm but only sinking further into you, his pride was already hanging by a thread and at this point it's non existent.

"t-that all you got?" he sneers, but his voice cracks halfway through, a pathetic little whine slipping out as your strap presses perfectly into his sweet spot. the thick, veiny silicone glistens every time you thrust. and it's so good- he can't deny it but he tries to. he really does.

you're leaving him a dripping, shuddering mess. his cock twitching as his adam's apple bobs uselessly. and that's when you know he's completely gone when his head falls back, mouth open and begging for more without even realizing it.

[rika-mortis]

Do dev and Timmy get close? Does peri get excited or scared to see his big brother again?

Kind of! At least that’s what Timmy would like to think. Personally, I don’t see Dev as the type to be very open with others (Hazel being the exception). I imagine Dev just acting like he always does, not fully understanding why Timmy wants to spend time with him. Maybe one day when Dev grows up, he’ll realize it and wish he had appreciated it more back then.

As for Peri, I think it’s a mix of both. We’ve already seen how nervous he was with his parents before being reunited with them, so I imagine it would play out in similar way with Timmy 🤔 I remember someone from the FOPANW crew mentioned something that Peri is the type who wants to stand out more than his parents. He’s probably aware that Timmy doesn’t remember him. And because of that I can see Peri trying his best to appear classy and sophisticated because he wants to leave a strong first impression on Timmy just like what he did with Dev.

(Though it probably wouldn’t take long for Peri to break down in front of him.)

[dailyhatsune]

Could you make an ‘if Ver.’ Miku holding out a non-binary pride heart? Pridefully! She’s very proud! She wants us to see it!!

ah i forgot about the heart part but i decided to do all the pride ifs makin their way downtown, so i hope that sorta makes up for it

[homiu-l]

I would like to spray your mumbo with silly string ...

tbh I would too

[the-trinket-witch]

Your malleus in your monster lover AU is so good,,, would it be possible for you to draw a reference of him? I love the concept so much

I can draw my own interpretation of it, though I have to note:

This is technically not my 'concept'. I've heavily taken inspiration from Takebayashi's 'The Conception' (A fanwork from the TWST Beckon of the Mirror 2021 event) The main adjustments I made were the removal of spinning wheels along the body as well as the mask.

(Photo reference pulled from lau_bud on tiktok)

As for what I'd draw:

Again, I've trimmed some concepts, and added some muscle detail around the wings, and given him a dragon's ear fins.

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[fl3a-bag]

i used to use hexbugs as vibrators

This is not what we set out to do with HexTech

[canisalbus]

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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[papathe5th]

The weather is currently nasty where I live. Imagine spending a rainy morning staying in & getting intimate with Papa V.

Well, what do you know? My Sunday morning was rainy and I did spent it writing about getting nasty with V.

I do have to warn you that it isn’t straight-up smut and I did add a bit of angst by inserting some of my own head canons about V as a youngster.

Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Pairing: Papa V Perpetua x GN!Reader

Words: 1400

Rating: 18+

It was ten in the morning when Papa V Perpetua woke up, but it might as well have been ten in the evening. The world beyond his window was gray, gloomy and wet with no sun or other star in sight.

He rolled over on his back and stretched out his arm on the other half of the bed. Your half of the bed. And he was disappointed not to find you or your lingering warmth there.

His new house didn’t feel like a home until he got the smell of your on his brand new sheets. The log cabin doubled as a recording studio which the Clergy had prepared for the Ghost frontman to live in between tour dates. He doesn’t stop being a rockstar when he's off-stage, but he can focus solely on you while on break.

Speaking of, where were you on this stormy Sunday morning?

Slipping on his royal purple silk robe, he stepped out of the bedroom with sleep still stuck in his eyes. Sleep and black eyeliner.

He arrived late last night and couldn’t wait to get his silver claws into your soft thighs. He didn’t even bother getting all the face make-up off in the shower you took together.

He found you by following the smell of freshly grinded coffee beans. You were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for two. The domestic scene stopped him in his tracks.

He’d never witnessed it as a child, and, as a younger man, he never allowed himself to linger with a lover for long enough to share with them a moment like this.

Things were different with you. You’ve both felt the pull to the darkness and let yourselves be consumed by it. The Ministry shed light on what your souls have known all along. And you found faith in each other.

“Good morning, Papa,” you smiled wide, your eyes as bright as the sun that is currently behind a curtain of storm clouds. “Two spoons of sugar, right?”

Papa took his coffee black with a sprinkling of something sweet. Honey would do just as well, but he felt like having a taste of you this morning.

He followed you as you set the cups on the coffee table next to the breakfast that was still steaming. You could’ve chosen to sit on the leather couch next to him, but you settled on the fur rug.

With your back to the fireplace, you had a glow about you that was not unlike a halo from where he was sitting.

“Thank you,” he finally spoke, his worn throat in dire need of that coffee you lovingly prepared for him.

“I also prepared some honeyed tea,” you smiled.

“Tea?”

“For your voice,” you swallowed a bite before answering. “For the new demos the Clergy sent in yesterday,” you reminded him of his daily schedule, as it was your duty.

“Copia is trying to get me to ruin my voice,” he grumbled, his throat feeling like gravel. “It’s my first day off in months and he wants to put me back in the recording booth? Today?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. It looked to him as if you were biting your tongue.

“He wants to put me in the recording booth today, doesn’t he?”

You nod, looking into your own coffee cup as he gulps down his own.

“That’s a shame,” he sighs dramatically, loud enough to overpower the record player. “I’m not stepping anywhere near a microphone today.”

It’s the first record he ever owned. He played it in the store he worked at in the 1990’s when they were already going out of style.

“How did you turn it on? Did you even know what a record player looked like before I showed you?”

He was teasing you, as he always does, about the age difference between the two of you.

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” you answered him, rolling your eyes. “And you are not that old.” You teased him back, the smile never leaving your face, but your eyes remained out of his sight. “You kept me up last night.”

You went back to innocently sipping your coffee, while he felt his boil in his veins. The music you made together the other night couldn’t compare to whatever his brother sent over. He had tortured you with his teeth and healed you with his tongue, playing you like a fiddle. Now the thought that his bite marks might’ve turned purple on your thighs wouldn’t leave his mind.

“Show me,” he said faintly like he was surrendering his last breath. “Show me how I kept you up last night.”

He leaned in, forearms on his knees, watching your smile turn wicked as you let the black bathrobe slip off your shoulders. Leaning back on your elbows, you spread your legs before him. And he would’ve dove between them if it weren’t for the coffee table standing in his way.

Rising from the couch, his cock rose with him, picking a purple silk tent. When he made it between your thighs, he was still standing, scrutinising the teeth marks and claw scars along your legs.

“I’m still sore,” you confess, your teeth clenching as you raise your foot to drag up his leg, catching the robe and exposing his thigh. “This is what an old man did to me, Papa. Imagine what a young man could’ve done.”

A young man wouldn’t know what to do with a radiant being like you. And Papa would never admit that he would’ve called Mr. Psalterian to take you back to the Ministry if he were still the scared, stupid young man he was when he played Stairway to Heaven backwards trying to find an answer to the darkness inside him.

What he said instead was what he feared his younger self would’ve said. “He would’ve ruined you.”

Seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall slack was the invitation he had been waiting for.

Grabbing your ankle, he kneels between your legs and places the foot on his shoulder. If he were still young, he would enter you dry, but he knows better now. Wetting his index and middle finger, he teases your entrance with his warm spit. His mouth was watering for you, so there’s plenty where that came from.

“Papa,” you pleaded, pushing against his fingers. You were ready to make more music with him.

“He wouldn’t hold back,” he breathed through his nose, teeth clenched as the head of his cock stretched you. Then, he slammed inside, flesh slapping against flesh.

You made a pained noise that you tried to muffle with your hand.

“No,” he snatched your hand away, pinning it next to your head as he hovered over your body. Your leg was up to your chest, still suspended on his shoulder. “Don’t you hold back either.”

When he started moving, pulling himself out and pushing himself back in, you allowed your whines to flow freely.

“I want it all. I want your screams, your praises, your curses,” he was panting, pistoning into you, losing himself inside. “I want it to hurt. I want to hurt you,” he hears his own raspy voice, but can’t understand the words they’re roaring. That young man was still inside him and he was hurt you weren’t in the world when he needed you.

“It hurts so good,” you scream for him, gifting him your every breath as he knocks it out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. “Papa, you hurt so good.”

He steals your air anyway, holding your throat with the tenderness only the man he was today could. And he kisses your breath away as he slams into you for the final time.

The silk was stuck to the sweat running down his spine as he climbed off of you, laying on his back onto the fur rug. His eyes closed as he listened to the delicious sounds you made as you tried to move. The ache must’ve been just as tasty to you.

When he opened his eyes for the second time that morning, you were laid next to him. He stretches his arm and wraps it around you, pulling you against his sticky chest. As your heart finally settles, he raises to his elbows to look into your sleepy eyes as the turntable plays the last notes of Led Zeppelin IV.

“Fuck Copia and his demos,” he cleared his voice. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

[ochibrochi]

I really really REALLY like the way you draw Nika, would be a chance of you drawing her and Damian ever again together, maybe even redraw a few cute moments of them like the hug in Batman and Robin? 🙏🏼😖

wow thanks so much :)! Hummmm I do have some other ideas for gag comics I want to draw that involve Nika, but they're pretty silly and wouldn't do her justice 😅😳

But her design is cool, so it's definitely in the cards! In the meantime, here's the original, un-edited sketch to that comic [x] 😚

[fernsproutxx]

Un dibujo tuyo de Springtrap x Ballora, wows. Por favor.<3 (me encantan tus dibujos, sobre todo tu diseño del apestoso Willy. Épico, dibujas épico)

ahh muchas gracias qwq

perdón por tardarme en responder sobs, me tomé mucho tiempo pensando en cómo hacer el dibujo y pues termino siendo una ilustración completa pft

ella era bella, frágil como una rosa

él era una bestia, esclavo de sus impulsos

hahah

[slut4b1ls]

you should write something about reader wearing an anklet with billie’s name/ initial on it 👀

—I BELONG TO YOU

BILLIE EILISH X F!READER

a/n: Okay I get your vision!! Changed it up a little because ankles scare me (if you meant an actual anklet) but here is a short fluff about reader wearing a necklace with Billie’s initial on it! I hope it will do, thank you for the request love❣️

summary: you decided to surprise your girlfriend with a thing that would make her sure of the way you’re truly hers.

masterlist.

You were getting ready to meet your girlfriend Billie at your favorite restaurant. She booked you two a table there for a late night date and you decided to surprise her with something for that occasion. Last night when you were at the mall you saw this beautiful necklace with a "B" letter on it. It caught your attention immediately since it automatically reminded you of your girlfriend. You thought about how you could buy and wear it to your planned date. Thought about it as showing Billie that you are truly hers since she liked to remind you of that pretty often.

The necklace went back home with you and it ended up on your neck the minute you started getting ready for the date. You called a taxi that took you straight to the restaurant. You were all dolled up with a classy dress on complimented by the necklace.

After the finished ride you went out of the taxi and went straight to the restaurant to sit at your table and wait for Billie. She showed up about 5 minutes later and you saw her eyes immediately glow the moment she landed them on you as she entered the space. "You look amazing, pretty girl" She said as she went in work a hug and then sat infront of you. You looked at her and smiled waiting for her to notice the new necklace with her initial you were wearing.

You started fingering your necklace gently to get her attention on it. Billie quickly caught on and looked right at your neck "Oh.. what is this?" she said looking back at you with her significant smirk. "You like it?" You answered softly smiling. "Do I like it? Baby i thought that something else would be compressing your neck tonight but I’m fine with that" she said returning the smile.

You quietly chuckled and Billie’s eyes went back on your neck, or rather your chest. "Well… since you love to remind me I’m yours only so much.. I wanted everyone else to be able to see it too.”

Billie felt her heart flutter as those words came out of your lips. She loved it when you remind her how you belong to her, and only her. "You make it so hard for me not to bend you over this table right now, baby" She said as she squeezes her hands in her lap a little tighter. "I mean.. the bathrooms is empty I believe.” You added as she tilted her head down a little and turned around to look at the bathroom door.

[spikedfearn]

you should try to mix it up more with your fics because they all sound the same. Also maybe try different tropes too because the period sex is getting stale, also they don't really feel like stories. I want to see them fleshed out more instead of them being all about sex or just leading up to sex, where's your passion as a writer????? To me your not a very good writer if you have to resort to sex every time! Mix it up! Come up with something new! It's lazy and played out at this point

it's wild that you sat down, read multiple fics you don’t like, (free fucking content at that), and decided the best use of your time was to send me a hate message about it. Weird flex but okay.

You don’t like period sex? Cool. Don’t read it. You want more “story”? Great—go write your own. But calling me lazy because I don’t write the way you want? That’s not critique, that’s entitlement.

I’m not here to audition for your approval. I write for me and for the people who do enjoy it—and clearly, there are plenty. So feel free to use that energy to curate your own dash instead of trying to insult strangers behind anons.

Oh and maybe go and touch grass! Get reacquainted with reality. Maybe then you'll mind your fucking manners next time 😊

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