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[taecnoal]

EVERYTIME I SEE A WHITE PERSON WITH A BLACK HAIRSTYLE I WANT EVERYONE TO DIE

[804savage-daddy]

Who wanna be my bae it’s gettin cold out

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[darkmajesty-xo]

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

[greenllamas]

fae hair | greenllamas

Some cute new crochet locs for your sims. This hair is backwards compatible with my Bianca Hair Cuffs and Hemi Hair scarf overlays, which are both featured in the preview and available to download below.

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24 EA Swatches

Base Game Compatible

Hat Compatible

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

It’s the day after Halloween and Erik’s girl decided to make use of an old costume in the back of her closet

Erik came home to Lil Wayne- Mrs. officer blasting loudly. He shut the front door with a puzzled look on his face, taking off his denim jacket to hang by the door. Walking in further with their dinner in his hand, he noticed that the music was coming from upstairs.

“Baby?!” Erik shouted to get her attention.

She had the music playing so loud that she couldn’t hear him. Erik sat their food down on the kitchen island and jogged up the stairs. As he strolled down the hall, hands in his grey hoodie pockets, he noticed dim lighting in the bed room and the ‘special lights’ were in use. They only used the ‘special lights’ for nasty time.

Erik made it to the entrance of their bedroom and his eyes fell on his woman dressed in a sexy officer costume that he wouldn’t allow her to wear outside because of how revealing it is. The top was two sizes too small and the skirt sat above her ass and not over it.

She wore a pair of six inch pleasure heels in patent black, aviator shades, and an officer hat to match. In her hand is a pair of cuffs and she posed for him with her hip jutted out and one hand up to stop him in his tracks.

“FREEZE! It’s time to fuck!” She shouted with an authoritarian voice.

Erik’s eyebrows disappeared behind his loc bang and the side of his mouth quirked up into a smirk.

“HANDS. UP.” She ordered, revealing a vibrator from a gun thigh holster.

Erik raised his hands above his head and tried his hardest not to laugh but his dimples gave it straight away.

“You’re late…why are you late, Sir?” She questioned with a stern tone.

Erik formed a crease in his brow and cocked his head to the side, puzzled.

“I went to get us Chipotle—”

“Don’t lie! It’ll only get you in jail…and when you’re in jail, you don’t get to cum.”

Erik narrowed his eyes at her and licked his lips before speaking.

“Had a quick lil’ smoke break. Made a stop to my plug.”

Erik slowly lowered his hand and pulled out some weed from his hoodie. He raised it up to show her the proof.

“TOSS THE GRASS ON THE DRESSER!”

Erik did as he was told.

“Aight, what next, Mrs. officer?!” Erik asked jokingly.

“Down on your knees.” She ordered.

Erik got down on his knees. She walked up to him and his eyes fell to her meaty thighs and wide hips. The fishnets with the heels had him biting his lip and frowning his face in pure lust. She stopped in front of him and Erik looked up at the view of her cleavage. She looked so sexy with a scowl on her face.

She removed her shades and tossed them, “You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” Erik said with a smirked.

“FOR BEING GONE TOO LONG AND NEGLECTING THIS PUSSY.”

Erik elevated a brow and stared at her tiny skirt. He could see a red thong.

She scowled at him.

“GET UP, NIGGA!”

Erik stood and looked her dead in the eye. Even in her heels she wasn’t at his eye level. Just short and cute. They were having their very own staring contest.

“Take off your clothes…now.” She commanded with her eyes still locked to his, “Or I’ll do it for you.”

Erik broke his eyes away and looked around as if he were in la-la land. He started humming to Mrs. Officer since it was playing on repeat. He couldn’t help but to start singing along.

“Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Woo, woo, woo (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“HANDS OUT! TIME FOR A PAT DOWN!”

Erik held his arms out and looked down at her with a penetrating stare. She started with his hoodie first. She lifted it above his head and tossed it to the floor. He had on a white beater and a gold chain. She took her long nails, eyes still on him, and ripped it from his torso. Her nails snagged his skin a little and it stung so so good.

She got down on her knees and still kept an eye on him with those sultry eyes of hers. She yanked roughly at his grey joggers and thy fell to his ankles. Next, she took her time lowering his briefs. When his thick dick bobbed out like a door stopper she flinched when it hit her cheek. Erik made his dick jump in her face, taunting her while she undressed him down to his shoes and socks.

“STOP MAKING YOUR DICK JUMP IN MY FACE, NIGGA!”

Erik snorted a laugh. He couldn’t control it this time. Hearing her say nigga always made him laugh. She stood up and grabbed his dick. Erik’s laughter died in his throat. She tore her eyes away from his and slowly looked down at his girth in her hand.

“This is heavy artillery…dangerous shit you carrying around, Sir. Heavy loaded…and what’s this?” She reached for his balls, “This where you carrying that heat, huh? You think you’re slick? Thought I wasn’t gonna find it, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?!”

She started slapping his dick around with her right hand and Erik extended his neck, looking towards the ceiling, trying with all the strength of his ancestors to keep from grabbing her by the hair and forcing his dick in her fucking mouth. That shit felt so good. She stopped and a groan bubbled up in his throat heavily.

“You know the drill, hands behind your back!”

She twirled her finger with a long, black acrylic nail for him to turn around. When he did, she placed the cuffs on his wrists. Erik could easily break through those lousy shits but he let her have her fun.

“You’re not gonna read me my rights?” He kissed his teeth, “The fuck type of shit is this?”

“You have the right to remain at my command. Anything you say or do will be used against you in this bedroom. You don’t have a fuckin’ right to nothing but making me feel good. If you can’t obey that, you don’t get to buss a nut. If you decide to disobey me anyway, well…you know the drill.”

Erik quietly laughed the entire time.

“Do you understand, my personal seat?”

She squeezed the cuffs around his wrists and Erik couldn’t deny that it hurt. He winced and gritted his teeth.

“Yes.” He spoke with a grunt.

“Do you understand, big dick bandit?”

Erik tucked his chin and smiled. He was enjoying this.

“YES.” He spoke with frustration.

“You got an attitude?” She questions.

“No, Ma’am.”

“I think you do.”

“No, Ma’am.” Erik urged.

“Uh-huh…turn around.”

He faced her again and his dick was pointed straight out like a flag pole. He was saluting her for sure. She completely ignored it poking her.

“Get on the bed! We’re going for a ride.”

She pushed him towards the bed and it was no use because he didn’t budge. She slapped him on the ass and he jumped away from her, unable to use his hands because they were restrained. Erik walked over to the bed and sat down. She pulled the vibrator from her thigh holster and tossed it onto the bed.

“Lay on your back.” She instructed with a sassy tone.

Erik scooted his hips back until his feet were no longer hanging over the bed. He rested his head back and stared down his sculpted body at her. Still, he made that hard dick jump anyway.

“Stil making that dick jump?! Tryna threaten me or something?!”

“I don’t give a fuck ima make it jump until you come and sit on it or put it in your fuckin’ mouth!”

“Who the FUCK are you talking to, Erik?”

She kicked off her shoes and took off her fishnets and thong. She walked over to the bed and climbed on top. She stood over him with her legs on either side of his hips. Erik stared up at her bald, wet pussy with fat lips and grunted.

“Keep it up, you’re only gonna make it worse for you.”

She turned around and lowered to her knees. Scooting her body closer to his face, she sat her wet pussy lips on his mouth and started bouncing. She grabbed her phone from the side table and changed the song to one appropriate for popping ass.

Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion- Bongos.

Bong, bong, bong, bong (We good?)

Bong, bong, bong, bong (Like a drum)

Bong, bong, bong, bong (This is fire)

Bong, bong, bong-bong-bong-bong

Her phat ass swallowed Erik’s face and her pussy glided across his lips and tongue. Erik had his arms behind his back and was uncomfortable in that position but it was worth it. He sucked and licked to his hearts desire. She did a little hip roll, riding his face. Erik’s dick was iron hard and neglected. The stiffness was almost painful.

“Stick your tongue in my pussy…mmmm…you know, I have a thing for bad boys…and you’ve been a very bad boy.”

She opened her mouth and spit on his dick, bringing her hand down to stroke him. She was amazing at hand jobs. She stroked with a twisting motion, increasing pressure on the uptake so he could feel it on his frenulum. The muscles in Erik’s legs flexed when she started massaging his balls.

“FUCK.” She bounced her pussy when Erik latched onto her clit with those thick lips, “This is our dirty little secret…you make me cum…I’ll make you cum…and I’ll forget all about your crimes…mmmfuckkk!”

She gasped, slowly jerking him off while cumming in his mouth. She made her cheeks bounce like a ball before her entire body shivered with her orgasm. She let go of Erik’s dick and lifted off of him. Erik licked his lips and when he breathed in, he could smell her on his mustache.

“Fuck, look what you did to your officer,” She arched her back and with one hand, she spread her cheek so he could see her sloppy pussy winking at him, “you made me cum so hard. I should put you away for those lips too! That shit is a fucking weapon for pussy! And that tongue?! So so dangerous!”

Erik’s mouth was hanging open slightly, gold slugs glinting savagely. He sat up and struggled against the cuffs.

“That ass phat ass fuck, Mrs. officer…what’s your name?”

“You don’t get to call me by my name. It’s Mrs. Officer to you, prisoner.”

She turned and crawled over to Erik and between his legs. Ass in the air, she kissed up his legs, eyes on him, and when her lips reached his dick, she dragged her tongue over his balls, shaft, and twirled it around the tip of his dick. Erik moaned, the sound so deep in his chest. With no hands, she sucked his dick, making all ten inches disappear down her throat.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Mrs. officer with the sweet pussy, it’s against the law to suck prisoners off, right?” Erik said.

“I can do what the fuck I want. I’m in charge.”

She spit on his dick and with her hand she twisted at the base like a pepper grinder and continued sucking with a tight suction. Erik’s eyes rolled shut and he bit down on his lip hard. She was making all kinds of obscene, raunchy, straight nasty noises.

She popped her lips off, “You think you deserve to cum?”

“Yesss, Mrs. officer,” Erik said.

“I love big dicks, especially big dick killers.”

He curled the top of his lip at her and arched a brow to challenge her, “Is that fucking right?”

“Mhm,” She licked his tip, “I know about you…Killmonger. I’ve been keeping an eye on you…and now…I finally got you.”

She alternated between tonging his balls and throating him. Erik flexed his abs and grunted deep, a heavy nut climbing up until he erupted in the back of her throat. With each release, he would groan. He fell back against the bed and she let go of his dick, licking up any remains.

“I think I earned having these cuffs off, don’t you agree?”

The glint in his eyes almost made her break character and submit. She stood up and removed her hat and pulled out her titties. He watched her bounce them in his face and twirl her nipples.

“You’ve behaved. I guess I can take you out of those cuffs…but only after I’ve had my second nut from you.”

Erik rolled his eyes.

“Sit. Here.”

She pointed to a chair in front of a large mirror on the wall. Erik scooted off of the bed and as he walked past her, he nodded his head as if telling her I’m gonna tear that ass up when I’m free.

He sat down and she walked over to uncuff him. Erik reached out and popped her on the undercuff of her phat ass hard and she glared at him.

“Don’t test me, Killmonger.” She warned him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied.

“I mean it. I’ll edge you for the rest of the night. You won’t get to cum until the next day.”

She turned around and looked back at her reflection. The chair had cuffs attached and she decided to restrain him again but make it more comfortable. She attached his wrists on either side of the chair before straddling him. They both had a view like no other. Erik could look over her shoulder and watch her ride his dick. The music switched to a song from her playlist Erik hadn’t recognized but whatever it was had her riding his dick to the beat.

She held onto his shoulders and bounced on his dick hard. Her ass was like a tidal wave and he could see his wet dick going in and out of her. The cuffs rattled against the chair. He tried to get a titty in his mouth but they were swaying out of control.

Fuck, this big dick, I love this big dick!”

She looked back at it through the mirror and caught Erik’s eye.

“You love this tight pussy?!”

“I fucking love this tight, wet pussy, Mrs. officer.”

She turned back to look at him. Erik tilted his head back and she stuck her tongue out so they could flick tongues before she sucked it into her mouth. Erik broke the kiss and cursed when he felt himself getting ready to nut again. Hee pussy was like sorcery.

“Stay on that dick…I’m nuttin’ in this puss!”

“You can’t nut in me, Killmonger!”

“Fucccckkkkkkkkk—”

He couldn’t control it. Her walls choked him and milked him. He let out a shaky breath.

“It’s your fault, you’re a true rider.” Erik said with a smirk.

She climbed off and his dick fell against his abdomen, still hard. She could feel his cum on her inner thighs. Erik looked over at her with an impatient expression, and she smiled at him before walking over with a key to free him.

“Looks like you’re free to go, Killmonger,” She undid the other side, “You can thank me—”

Erik stood up at his full height—imposing— and she dropped the cuffs. He backed her towards the bed and she sat down, looking up at him with timid eyes.

“Whatchu scared for, Mrs. officer?”

She looked about, trying to come up with a reason for her sudden change of attitude.

“I asked you a question!” He barked out, gold slugs gleaming viscously like fangs.

“…You lied. You’re not free…you killed again to get to me, didn’t you?”

Erik loved how she continued the role play. He wrapped his hand around her neck and brought his face close to hers.

“You owe me. Im in charge now, slut. You do what I say…understand?”

“Yes, Killmonger.” She answered.

“Stand up and turn around…”

She did as she was told and he spanked her hard. She winced at the pain and fell to her stomach.

“Arch your back, bitch,” He barked out, “The fuck is this? Arch your fuckin’ back I’m not gon’ say it again!”

She arched her back like a pro and looked back at him with fear.

“Yeahh…I love that look. You should be scared…”

He grabbed the old cuffs and put them on her, chuckling to himself.

“Don’t feel so good, do it? DO IT?!”

“NO!”

He spanked her again. Popped each ass cheek with his open palm.

“Locked me up for carrying heavy artillery but you ain’t complain wit’ it in your mouth and pussy though, huh?!”

He popped her again and she whimpered.

“What’s your fucking name?!”

“KIMBERLY!”

Pop!

“Nah, you’re my little slut! Mrs. Slutty Officer!”

Pop!

“Ooh! I’m sorry!”

Erik grabbed her hips and plunged forward. He gripped her cuffed wrists and started giving her back shots. That ‘artillery’ went off in that pussy. She had her face in the sheets, moaning and crying. He was balls deep and not letting up on his strokes.

“Look at me!” He commanded

She looked back at him and he held her weak gaze.

“It’s so big, daddy!” She cried.

“I’m daddy now?”

“Yes,” She sobbed, “You’re my daddy.”

Her ass ricocheted.

“I got your shit creaming all over my dick.”

“Fuck, ima cum!”

“Shut up,” Erik increased the pace, “Girl…run again. Ima make sure I put this dick in your chest.”

“SHIT!”

Her body convulsed. Erik popped her ass and grabbed her by the cuffs, lifting her from the bed. He pumped her three times more before withdrawing his hips. She fell to the bed and he took off the cuffs, flipping her onto her back. Since she’s so small, he took her ankles, crossed them with one hand, and with the other he tapped her clit with his dick and sank deep inside of her.

“Mmmmmmmm!!!!”

Erik looked down at her through his wild locs. He let go of her ankles and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sucked her titties one by one while his hips pumped her.

“Fuck, that dick is so good, Erik, it’s so good, Unh!”

Erik sat up to look at her. He looked down at his dick going in and out, her hands dragging down his chest.

“Keep that pussy right there, I’m a fill this shit up again.” He spoke through clenched teeth.

The sound of skin slapping increased. Erik held both of her legs back by the ankles and fucked her harder into the mattress. She reached out to wrap her hand around his neck and opened her mouth. Erik stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled it.

“You cumming again? I feel that shit…”

Her eyes rolled back and she came undone beneath him.

“GAHHDAMN!”

Erik pumped her twice more and came deep inside of her.

“Oh my goodness,” Kimberly giggled, “This was amazing!”

Erik rolled his sweaty body over onto his back. Kimberly sat up on her elbow and draped a leg over Erik’s waist while her hand rested on his chest. Erik turned to look at her with a warm smile.

“This should be our new thing. Keep all your old costumes for role play. You still got that Elastagirl one, right? Oh! we definitely gotta do Harry Potter.”

“I’m the innocent little Hufflepuff and you’re the big bad Slytherin?” Kimberly said with a seductive tone, tracing his abs with a single nail.

“Mhm,” Erik rubbed her back with his hand, “What do you think about Venom and Spidergirl?”

Kimberly’s eyes lit up like Christmas time was here already.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings of Carmilla Rousseau and Carmilla Smith on green backgrounds. Carmilla Rousseau is a black, mid-sized trans woman with medium-dark brown skin and long, thin, red locs pulled into a messy updo with one loc hanging over her face, and dimples. She has eyebrow piercings, snakebites, and ear gauges with earrings hanging from them, and is wearing red makeup, long red nails, and fake pointy ears and fangs. She is also wearing red and purple Victorian-style clothes with a corset and also a frilly choker. Carmilla Smith is a thin white cis woman with pale skin, fangs, long black hair with bangs, two red dots on her neck, and she is wearing red and black makeup, red earrings, and a fitted floor-length black dress with long sleeves, a plunged neckline, and a corset belt.

The first image is a full-body of Rousseau sitting down and smiling with her hand lifted up near her chest in a sort of half-wave. She looks relaxed.

The second image is a set of drawings of Smith. A full-body in the center, with her arms spread staring blankly at the viewer. Four busts surround her, showing her at different angles. The top two are fully colored are show her with more neutral expressions, while the bottom two are only partially colored in red and show her smiling.

The third image is a redraw of the "cooler daniel" meme showing Carmilla Smith labelled as "Carmilla" and Carmilla Rousseau labelled as "The Cooler Carmilla". Rousseau is drawn with round sunglasses as well as with silver cuffs in her hair.

The fourth image is uncolored and more sketchy and shows Smith yelling at the viewer and pointing at Rousseau. Smith: how is SHE the cooler one? She's not even a real VAMPIRE?! Rousseau, holding up two middle fingers, still wearing sunglasses: you're literally not even gay lol

end ID]

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FINALLY more characters from the lila and redd universe. MEET CARMILLA!! and.... carmilla. Carmilla Rousseau (the victorian one) and Carmilla Smith (the other one). now that they have last names i can tag them properly HEEHEE

Carmilla R is one of Lila's roommates and dearest friends, and is Not an actual vampire, and Carmilla S is the head of the vampire "support group" that redd attends once and she helps him with his new vampiric predicament.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Do you know what the metal "rings" featured a lot in braids and dreads are called? I wanna add them to my black characters since they're so pretty!

Please call them "locs" when you're speaking to me about them 🙏🏾☺️ I don't use the term "dreads".

And funny enough, I always just called them "Loc jewelry/gold bands" bc i knew what I meant. but after checking the package, the official title is "filigree tubes/rings/cuffs". You mean these, yes? Learned something new.

[haemocyaninz]

Black ppg designs i did for funz

[Image ID: A digital drawing of redesigns of the Power Puff Girls. All of the girls have brown skin and dark brown eyes. Blossom has long orange locs with black roots and 2 locs have red beads on them. She wears her red bow, a light brown tshirt under a pink pair of short overalls with a flower in the center of the top section, black pants underneath the overalls, and white tennis shoes, one with blue laces and the other with green laces. On her wrists are 2 black wrist warmers. Bubbles has black cornrows tied into 2 twisted ponytails with blue hair bobbles at the bases. She wears a blue crop jacket with lighter stripes, a blue pleated skirt with a black midsection over a see through lace skirt underneath, and black tall boots, one with pink laces and the other with green. She also wears large silver hoop earrings and white fingerless gloves. Buttercup has black hair with braids framing her hairline going back into an afro to the back. She wears a black sleeveless turtleneck under her signature green dress that falls off her shoulders and ripped at the bottom, black pants, and light green shoes, one with pink laces and the other with blue. On her arms are white bandages going up to her shoulder and she wears spiked cuffs on her wrists. She also has a light green bandaid on her cheek with a green heart in the middle. End ID.]

[starkrossedkris]

KRAVITZ!! this is my first actual drawing of him that isn't a shitty doodle for a comic or smth lol. Hc is that he used to wear silver loc cuffs but switched them out for gold after starting to date taako so they could match gold jewelry cause they're CRINGE LIKE THAT.

anyways interaction is cool, feedback too i'm trying to get better at drawing black hair an features. toodles till next time :>

[sister-lucifer]

HEY, YOU

Yes, you!

Do YOU like the idea of a gay polyamorous romance taking place in a fantastical medieval setting?

then you might like my upcoming original written series, Royal Courting!

Featuring the following cast of characters:

Lucian Hensley

A fair skinned, pudgy baker standing at about 5’4 with hazel-green eyes and a thatch of dirty blond hair that falls in thick curls around his freckled face. He’s usually wearing his beloved handmade crocheted sweater, the same color as his eyes, despite the wear and tear it’s received over the years. Nothing he wears is particularly fancy, but it’s all very well loved and cared for.

Though he’s not ashamed of the weight he’s gained from the years of sampling his own baked goods, he’s easily flustered by any sort of comments on his physical appearance, regardless of how mild, possibly related to his gender identity as a transgender man. He’s humble and incredibly kind, sometimes to a fault. 

King Ambrose Verlice of Divestia

A dark skinned, slim man standing at about 5’7 with sharp brown eyes and a slightly effeminate nature about him. His dark hair is done together in thick locs so impossibly long they nearly brush the floor, decorated with gold cuffs and never less than perfectly maintained. He’s always wrapped in white and gold with jewelry to match. Any one of his outfits is worth more than every house Lucian has ever lived in combined.

He commands respect from all who lay eyes upon him, but knows how to use a gentle hand. It’s easy to get caught up in his flowery language, but beneath the purple prose and irresistible urge to flirt is a genuine heart of gold. 

Tobias Silva

A toned man of Colombian descent with tan skin standing at about 5’9, with brown eyes and curly brown hair that’s cut short and shaved underneath, but left longer on top, still allowing a few curly strands to fall over his face. He’s got a foxy way about him and always has a smug, closed-lipped grin on his face that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and dimples form in his warm cheeks.

He tends to keep his armor rather minimal to maximize his speed, but he’s got daggers hidden just about everywhere one can hide daggers on their person. If he’s being quiet, he’s probably busy scheming with his colleague and friendly rival, Rex. 

Rex Theroux 

Rex is a tall, pale, transgender man standing at about 6’1 with downturned blue eyes and shoulder length, golden-blond hair that curls a bit at the ends and is usually drawn into a loose, low ponytail that often leaves strands hanging around the sides of his head. Contrary to Tobias, he keeps his muscular form clad in armor at all times.

He’s the stoic tank of the duo, and proud of it. He’s completely mute and has never spoken a word to Tobias nor his king, but communicates with both Divestian sign language and his own unique methods. The only time anyone even sees his mouth is when he eats, as it’s usually covered with a neck gaiter. The scars that litter his limbs and body show his impossible resilience, but no one has ever heard the stories behind them.

When Tobias and Rex stop in at Lucian’s humble bakery, they’re completely amazed both by what they taste, and the man they see behind the counter. When a batch of these baked goods reaches king Ambrose, he demands to see the wonderful artisan who created them, and Lucian’s simple life is thrown into a whirlwind when he receives an official summon from his majesty himself.

Are you interested? Stick around! Chapter one of Royal Courting: Summoned By The King is in progress now! You can find the Royal Courting masterlist (among others) in my pinned post!

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[ballads-of-a-bluejay]

I NEED TO STAY DOWN WHERE THE EARTH WILL HOLD ME.

IMAGE ID:

Two versions of a digital drawing of Rowan Chow from Camp Here and There. He's a black man with an abundance of gold piercings and unnaturally cyan eyes with small white pupils. He is wearing a blue and gray oversized hoodie with the hood down and clutching his fists to his chest. He is staring into the camera with a fearful expression, his mouth wide open as if yelling. He is crying, the tears blowing away with the wind. There are two black and white abstract patches poorly sewn to his sleeve. The background consists of a blue abstract pattern overlaid with rain. In the first image, he has chest-length locs half up in a bun and adorned with gold cuffs, and the rest are blowing behind him in the wind. In the second image, he has a low-taper fade.

[END ID]

Back to drawing Rowan omg i missed this!!! for context i listened to the trailer and went hey that's a line that isn't in the show. So yeah!!!! im super proud of this :)

[undeadswineart]

Freshman Year VS Junior Year

(some headcanons/design thoughts under the cut)

Fig - started cutting her own hair once her horns came in, is a lot better now. started dying it the start of sophomore. lots of piercings. the tear in her ear is from the cuff she pulled out to give to Ayda. jacket pimped out. horns are growing and curving in a little.

Gorgug - stands a little more confidently, less hunched in on himself. hair grown out to a kind of a pseudo-mullet. more peach fuzz, bigger tusks. not shown is painted nails that are constantly chipped.

Fabian - from jock to theatre kid (but still kinda jock). grew his hair out and styled it into locs. honestly also paints his nails. looks more mature but still needs to be a kid.

Adaine - hair used to be kept straightened with magic, now she lets it be the frizzy/wavy texture it should be. little blue dip-dye. always collecting new pins and patches to add to her sick ass jacket. generally just allowing herself to experiment with being her own person.

Kristen - post-break up self-inflicted messy hair cut. got buff, still round features and chubby. another kid who was forced to have a specific look now experimenting with how she wants the world to perceive her. that helix piercing was definitely a DIY done by Tracker.

Riz - lil' peach fuzz 'tache that he's insanely proud of. grew a couple of inches - it's not that noticeable to most people, but it's why his ankles are so on show. adds a few badges to his waistcoat. frankly, can't do more than what canon art already did

[paperdoll201]

꧁•⊹٭𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢٭⊹•꧂

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐭𝐰, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐧. 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

·.★·.· 𝐜𝐰: 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲!), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ·.·★.·

𝓌𝒸: 𝟤.𝟦𝓀

“Oh my– oh my god– fuck Marie!”

Jordan’s arms were currently held high in fluffy handcuffs, each wrist cuffed to either side of the bed. His legs were spread apart with his girlfriend kneeling very comfortably in between them, giving him the most grueling fucking blowjob of his fucking life. Deep brown eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstatic agony. Every muscle in his lean body was taut, straining against the restraints as Marie's tongue and lips worked magic on his throbbing cock. Her locs tickled his stomach as she bobbed up and down, her hand gripping and fondling his balls and her mouth sucking relentlessly. Jordan's mind was a swirling mess of pleasure and pain, his breathing ragged and desperate. 

This isn't how Jordan expected to use these handcuffs for the first time. When Jordan placed their online order for the cuffs, they had imagined using them on their girlfriend, keeping her arms restricted behind her, legs spread as they shoved their fingers into her cunt bringing her to her nth fucking orgasm, with her just fucking begging them to slow down on her. That was their plan. To use them on Marie bringing her unmeasurable pleasure, not the other way around. But she wasn’t– wasn’t even letting them fucking cum, relentlessly teasing and edging them for what felt likes hours (ten minutes) and god they were just so so fucking close.

"Mmm, you taste so good baby," Marie smiled, licking the precum that licked from the head of his cock. "I love sucking you." With each stroke of her hand, her lips wrapped tighter, sucking harder and squeezing tighter. Jordan moaned in surrender, his hips bucking involuntarily, trying to push deeper into her mouth. 

"Stay still Jordan or I'll stop right now," Marie teased, lips locking around his erection again, her gaze locking with his pleading eyes. 

But Jordan couldn't control his involuntary movements, the realization that he was close to losing control only making him buck harder, the muscles in his thighs and hips straining against the restraints. He couldn't help it. The intensity of her touch, the feeling of her mouth surrounding him, was too much to resist.

"I can't hold it back, Marie," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper. "Fucking shit," he groaned, hips bucking wildly, trying to push deeper into Marie's warm, welcome mouth. She chuckled softly, her hand still gripping his shaft, guiding him.

"I know, baby," she whispered, her voice rich with promised pleasure. "But I'm the one in control here, and you're going to take what I give you or get nothing at all." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and promise. "And you better not fucking cum."

Jordan's heart raced as he felt her lips begin to move again, sliding back down his shaft, watched as one of her hands left his thighs to move between her own bare legs, watched as her fingers disappeared into her own dripping cunt and couldn't withhold his moan at the delicious sight. Marie's eyes never left his as she continued to fuck his cock with her mouth, her fingers working furiously between her legs, spreading her own juices over her slick folds.

Jordan gritted his teeth, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming sensations. But the longer she taunted him, the harder it became to keep his defenses up. Every movement Marie made drove him closer to the edge, his cock throbbing in her mouth, begging for release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu–" Jordan couldn't help their switch into their female form, feeling the need to switch to prevent themself cumming to early. 

“Mmph!” she heard from Marie, whose face was now buried in between soft thighs. Jordan moaned, twitching, pussy juice beginning to leak rapidly from her. Jordan watched as Marie sat up slowly, a playfully devious look on her face. 

"Making you feel so good hmm?" Marie smirked, reaching down to gently trace her finger along Jordan's quivering, wet slit. She could feel the heat emanating from her own cunt, her arousal just as intense as Jordan's.

"Y-yes, yes," Jordan moaned, arching her back in response. They knew what was coming, and they wanted it more than anything. 

Marie leaned in close, her breath warm against Jordan's ear. "My poor baby. Withering all pathetic under me. What do you want Jordan" she whispered, the hunger in her voice matching that in her eyes.

Jordan whimpered in response, her body trembling at the prospect of Marie's skillful touch. "Please, Marie, I need it so bad."

Jordan's heart raced as they felt Marie's hand slowly make its way up from her cunt, across her pebbled nipples, and land around her neck, giving Jordan a soft squeeze.

"Need what hmm. Be a big girl, use your words for me," Marie teased, her voice barely above a whisper, fingers still wrapped around her neck.

Jordan gasped, struggling to find the words. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the intensity of her desire building. "Please," she begged, wrists pulling against the cuffs. "Please, p-please– oh fuck!" Jordan's face contorted with pleasure when she felt two fingers thrust hard into her wetness. 

Marie smiled at Jordan's vulnerability, her eyes glowing with lust. She leaned in, pressing her bare chest against hers and whispered into her ear. "Please what, Jordan?" 

"I wanna fuck– oh my god... I need it so fucking bad, please," Jordan moaned, her voice catching as she felt Marie's fingers moving inside her. Her body writhed with pleasure, her mind a blur of lust and desire.

Marie chuckled softly, her breath warm against Jordan's ear. "Need it? Need what? Can't read your mind baby." She pushed her fingers deeper, biting her bottom lip at the squelching sound of Jordan's pussy. "You haven't answered my question yet. Jordan, what do you want?"

Tears rolled down Jordan's cheeks as she panted, her eyes locked onto Marie's. "Please, I wanna cum, Marie. Make me come so hard that I can't fucking think straight."

A wicked grin spread across Marie's face, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good girl," she purred, her fingers pistoning inside Jordan's wet core. 

Jordan whimpered, arching her back as Marie's fingers found her most sensitive spot. She could feel the pressure building, the pleasure overwhelming her. Her mind was lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

"That's it, baby," Marie cooed, her voice low and sultry. "Let go, let me take you there."

Jordan's moans grew louder, her body writhing in Marie's grip. The pleasure was consuming her, her mind drifting to images of Marie's perfect body, the way her skin felt against Jordan's, her fingers exploring every inch of her.

Marie watched in awe as Jordan let go completely, lost in the pleasure that she was providing. She leaned down, taking one of Jordan's nipples into her mouth and sucking hard, using her free hand to tease the other. Jordan cried out at the added sensation, her hips thrusting up to meet Marie's fingers.

"Fuck," Marie growled against Jordan's nipple before moving to the other one. Her fingers continued their relentless pace inside Jordan, curling and stroking just how she knew she liked it. She could feel Jordan getting close now, the tension building in her body.

Jordan could feel it too, the pressure building so intensely that she could hardly stand it. "Oh god," she moaned, throwing her head back as Marie sucked harder on her nipple. She could feel herself getting close to the edge and she wanted nothing more than to fall over it.

Marie sensed Jordan's need and moved her hand slightly, making sure to hit all of the right spots inside of her, relishing in the feel of Jordan's wetness dripping down her fingers onto her hand. With one last thrust of her fingers and a flick of her tongue against Jordan's hardened nipple, she pushed her over the edge.

Jordan cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her body, every nerve ending on fire with ecstasy. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she came undone in Marie's arms, completely at her mercy.

Marie continued to move slowly inside of Jordan as she came down from her high. She kissed and nipped at any exposed skin that she could reach until finally pulling back and removing herself from between her legs, moving to sit on top of them, watching their heavy breathing in amusement.

Jordan shifted after a moment of catching their breath. They sat up, following Marie's movements, straining himself against the handcuffs to give her a desperate kiss. "You're driving me crazy, Marie," Jordan whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against hers with each word. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his flesh mingling with hers in a perfect fusion of desire. She leaned into him, her tongue tracing the lines of his lips before delving inside to mingle with his own.

As they kissed, Jordan could feel Marie's breathing quicken, feel her own dripping arousal between as she pleasured herself with his thighs, a testament to her own need. Jordan pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips and watched hungrily as Marie got off on his thigh.

With a growl, he tugged against the handcuffs, desperate to free himself and ravish her. But Marie just chuckled, her hips still moving in a slow pace as she leaned forward to kiss him again. "Not so fast, tiger," she teased, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. "Tryna have fun here."

He mewls, whimpering her name repeatedly, straining to feel her. His face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut getting caught up in the moment.

"Look at me."

He looked up at her with desperation burning in his eyes. As Jordan watched Marie pleasure herself with his thigh, he couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over him. He wanted to be the one giving her pleasure, wanted to see her come undone in his hands. He leaned into her, peppering sweet kisses along her jaw down to her neck before burying his face into the crook of her neck. "Marie, baby, can I fuck you? Please? I've been good just let me have you. Let me make you feel good," Jordan pleaded, his voice echoing in the room as the sound of their combined breathing filled the air.

Marie smiled softly, tracing a finger teasingly across his bottom lip before slowly moving it inside his lips. Jordan immediately latched his mouth around her finger, sucking it hungrily as if trying to draw every ounce of pleasure from it. He could taste the sweetness of her on his lips.

As Marie slowly released his lips from her finger, she quickly moved up, straddling Jordan's body. He could feel the wetness between her legs as she pushed herself against his throbbing erection.

"You're mine," Marie smiled, voice low and sultry. "All mine. Tell me. Tell me what I want to hear." Marie whispered into his ear, pulling it softly between her teeth.

Jordan answered with a small breathy moan. "Yours baby," Jordan choked, tears building in his eyes from pleasure. "Fuck 'm yours."

"Good," she replied simply, keeping eye contact as she slowly slid down his erection, dragging her wet folds over his shaft, causing him to moan in agony. She positioned herself above him, her eyes locked onto his. Jordan's muscles tightened as he felt the familiar sensation of Marie's body engulfing him, the warmth of her sex contrasting with the coolness of the restraints. He could feel himself being pulled deeper into this carnal dance, his mind fogging over as she began her slow and deliberate ride on his dick.

"Oh fuck, Marie," Jordan groaned, his voice breaking with each lustful cry.

Marie's eyes never left his as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythmic pattern that drove Jordan wild. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, every stroke of her hips sending electricity coursing through his veins. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his chest, the tips of her breasts barely brushing against his skin. Her eyes still locked with his, she began to move faster, harder, her breath coming in short gasps.

Jordan's heart raced, his muscles straining against the restraints as Marie rode him with an intensity he'd never experienced before. Her body moved in perfect synchronization with his, her every move calculated to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck," Jordan groaned, his voice ragged and desperate. "Remove the cuffs Marie. I need to touch you baby. Please."

Marie smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the single key, unlocking the restraints with ease. Jordan's hands were free, and he wasted no time in pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly to his body.

"Thank you baby," Jordan whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.

"Now fuck me."

Jordan eagerly obliged, his hips thrusting up to meet her every move, their bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wetness of their joining.

Marie leaned forward, her head resting on Jordan's shoulder as he continued to thrust into her. Her nails dug into his back, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Harder, Jordan," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "Give it to me harder."

Jordan complied, thrusting deeper and harder, his balls slapping against the back of her ass. Marie's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him with a vice-like grip that sent shivers down his spine.

Marie's desperate cry for more. He felt her body tremble beneath him, the heat of her sex pulsing against his throbbing cock, her juices coating his shaft as she met his every thrust.

"I'm close, Jordan," Marie gasped, her voice almost inaudible against the sounds of their lovemaking. "I need you to... to finish me." Jordan's thrusts became more erratic, his movements unhinged and wild. Their bodies shook with every thrust, their skin painted with a sheen of sweat.

Jordan groaned, his muscles tightening as he felt his orgasm building within him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her, the sensation of her warm, wet walls enveloping him sending him over the edge.

As he came, he felt Marie's body shudder beneath him, her own release washing over her in waves of pleasure. He closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he rode out his orgasm, their bodies still connected in a tangle of limbs and passion. After a few moments, Jordan leaned forward with Marie, collapsing on top of Marie, both of them breathing heavily as they basked in the afterglow.

"That was... amazing," Marie said, her voice still shaky from their lovemaking.

Jordan chuckled, shifting into their smaller form nuzzling their face into her neck. “You can handcuff me any day at any fucking time.”

nothing random to add here. hope this was enjoyed

tagged: @genvtroll hopefully this is what you were looking for : )

ꜱᴇᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ! ʙᴇꜱɪᴛᴏꜱ

[yae-energy]

“you like my hair?”

synopsis: what i think their favorite hair styles would be

cast: satoru gojo, maki zenin, yuta okkotsu x black fem reader

cw: cursing, the pictures i used are just for example, please envision the reader however you want to

a/n: this is an apology for not writing yesterday 🤕 mb y’all. will def be making a part 2 to this cause this was fun to write

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gojo - fulani braids

- he probably paid for ‘em

- thinks they look so neat and clean

- and the simplicity of it???

- bonus points if there’s beads cause he likes hearing them clack together when you walk

- he likes color! i feel like gojo is a 613 mega fan LMAOO

- or the beyonce honey blonde

- LONG 👏🏽 HAIR 👏🏽

- gojo is a long hair fiend

- he love him a good 30-40 in cause he loves, loves, LOVESSSSSS watching how they sway when you move, it’s like magic to him

- if it ain’t touching ya ass crack he don’t want it 🙅🏽‍♀️‼️

“you like my hair bae?”

“mmm…not long enough. it’s cute though”

- helps you wrap your hair at night if theyre too long

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maki - passion twists

- i feel like she’s a twist typa girl

- i also think she doesn’t care for color, like obviously you’d look gorgeous with it but she strikes me as a plain black girlie

- loves accessories though !!!

- the gold cuffs or those dangly charms >>>

- she thinks it adds so much flare, less is more type shit

- doesn’t care for length but LOVESSSS short hair

- lets you use her as a pillow (y’all know that scalp be HURTING during the first few days 😭)

- will give you a back massage, she knows you’re probably in pain from sitting in an uncomfortable chair for hours

- shops for hair oils every time you get your hair done so you never have a dry scalp, she don’t play that

- wakes you up early cause she’ll be damned if you’re late for your appointment

“don’t you got a hair appointment? why are you still here?”

“its at 10 babe i got time”

“😐 get that ass in the car NOW”

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yuta - GODDESS LOCS (+ goddess braids)

- bro falls deeper in love when he catches you in these, you don’t understand

- like they just make you look so 😫😫

- this was the hairstyle you had when he met you so these hold a special place in his heart

- colors, charms, whatever it may be HE LOVES IT ALL (he is a puka shell warrior tho)

- has a ginger hair addiction cause he loves how good it contrasts your darker skin tone

- LONG HAIR

- will be ok with short hair but it just don’t do it for him

- gets lonely when you’re gone for too long and will try to pull up on you

- will bring you food and give you a cheek kiss (he just needs his daily dose of you)

- spam texts you and asks if you’re done every 15 minutes

“the kids miss you ☹️”

“it’s been an hour 😭 our imaginary kids will be fine”

“they won’t, one of em died actually 😬”

- will take 50 million pictures of you so he can post them and show you off

- notices the confidence boost they give you so he takes you on a little date

- oils your scalp for you !!!

[ddawnee]

concept!punkprowler been on the mind ALL DAY.

miles helping hobie retwist his locs. as a treat, hobie lets him put as much hair accessories as he wants. although he has to explain that no, he cannot put all of the gold cuffs in his hair, because as cool as it sounds to just have golden locs, it will be a hassle