#needless to say I lmaoed

[doodle-birdo]

RW OSTober

I’ve never heard it in game so I only went off by what I saw in my head. It gave me the girly drowning.

Looked it up after and apparently it’s in the Rot. Honestly, that’s not really surprising.

[dog-pilled]

getting fucked so good you start panting with your tongue out like a stupid mutt >>>>

[zivazivc]

I saw like two people compliment my fem Casey design and I immediately drew this. The power of tags lol

[moodyvoid]

After pestering him for days, you finally convince Dabi to pierce your tongue.

Beforehand, he’s taunting you the whole time saying “It’s gonna hurt really bad— are you sure you still want to?” getting a kick out of seeing you nervous.

However, once it’s time for the act, he’s surprisingly gentle as he tilts your head to face him just right and he directs you on what to do. His voice is soft, but stern.

“Stop moving.”

You start to realize how intimate this all is once he’s up close to you, lining up the needle. The two of you catch eyes for a moment, “Take a deep breath for me… and breathe out.” as he pushes the needle through, securing the jewelry in place. You blink a few times, not even realizing it’s over.

“Not so bad, huh?” he asks, putting aside all the tools while you look in the mirror.

You go to ask him what he thinks about it, but barely get the question out before he’s kissing you — something he was fighting the urge to do the entire time.

[muttmedley]

i've seen two posts today that said tcock is more prominent when someone's cunt is stuffed and wow... this is so interesting and enlightening

[magnusbae]

tfw you've spent years thinking that your padawan's trail of thoughts is the most random thing in the galaxy, spent countless hours in a state of bafflement, did your best to follow every single thread with patient answers and explanations— only to discover that he's just shite at shielding and subconsciously snoops around ¯_(ツ)_/¯

[arienic]

When you blink awake, the first thing you notice is his light: on. Again.

It’s spilling from the cracks of his office door, and although it wouldn’t usually be so noticeable, it is now, especially because the golden warmth of his candlelight so contrasts the chill of silver moonlight that floods his room—your room. 

You’re already pulling the thin blanket off yourself as you wonder, How long has he been awake? Has he been drinking water? Has he eaten? How much work has he been given this time?

After a few moments of stumbling your way towards his door, you manage to clasp the brass handle. With a twist and push, there he is: your lover, nodding off over a stack of reports.

You’re squinting a little bit as you move towards him, a hand up in front of your eyes to ease the adjustment from near-total darkness to a well lit room. He hears you, you know, because the moment you’re within arm’s reach he twists in his chair to face the side.

You step forward one more time, now close enough to see the drooping eyelids of your barely-awake lover as he looks up at you, before you finally speak.

“Cyno,” you say softly, “come to bed. How long’ve you been working, lovely?”

“As soon as I finish this,” he mumbles, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. He ignores your last question—well, ignores or he just hasn’t heard it at all. Your lips pull into a frown again.

“Your paperwork isn’t going anywhere, you know.” You reach forward and cup his face, thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. Cyno turns and presses a kiss to your palm, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

“The paperwork won’t, but they—the people that—the—”

“The rule breakers? The plagiarizers?”

“Yes.” He sighs, leaning further into your hand. You shake your head and watch as he tries to keep awake. “Them. Those people. Those… those scoundrels.”

Despite your best efforts, you huff a laugh. “Scoundrels? You’re sounding a lot like that old lady back at the market now, Cyno.” He sighs again when you brush the hair from his face; you tuck it behind his ear with a feather-light touch. “Look, see? Maybe you’re a changeling, lovely. You really are turning into her. You’ve got the hair to match, too.”

“M’not old,” he grumbles. “You are.”

“Never called you old.”

“Shuddup.”

Your grin fades into a small smile when he sinks even further into you; you’ve moved to stand between his legs so he doesn’t fall flat on his office floor. Hands having left their places on his cheeks, now they card through his hair, pushing it from his face as he rests his head against your stomach.

“Cyno,” you say gently, “come to bed.”

You just barely manage to make out the words he says into your stomach: “Jus’ one… one more. One last.”

“You can barely keep awake, lovely.” 

Cyno shakes his head weakly. You narrow your eyes. His actions don’t seem to match up with his words: even as he says he doesn’t want to, he nuzzles into the warmth of your body, fingers tracing circles on your knees.

When your hands still in his hair, he whines. 

“In the morning, who do you think’s gonna have to deal with all the little mistakes on your reports just because you chose to keep pushing yourself?” He mumbles something against you that, this time, you can’t quite make out. Either way, you say, “That’s right, lovely. It’ll be you.” 

You start running your fingers through his hair again, and now Cyno melts, giving in. His entire upper body’s slumped against you and so, afraid of him falling asleep on you completely, you push him back gently and pull a hand from his hair to cradle his jaw, tilting his head upwards a little so he can look at you properly. 

“So, what about now?” you hum. Your lover blinks up at you, sleepy-eyed. “You feel like coming to bed?”

A moment before Cyno murmurs, “M’kay.”

You smile, thumbing his cheek again. “M’kay. D’you mind standing up for me then, lovely? Just ’til we get to the bed.”

He answers with a push of his body away from yours, hands braced on the edge of his work desk so he can stand properly like you’ve asked him to. Your arms hover over his sides, at which he sends you a look.

“M’not that sleepy,” are the words that accompany said look, which make you raise your eyebrows.

“Sure, lovely,” you say, guiding him towards the door, hands hovering over his sides. Like you only a few minutes ago, he stumbles his way into your bedroom. Two or three times you have to steady him by the shoulders because he keeps tripping over his own feet.

Finally, you reach the bed. Cyno crashes into it, letting out a satisfied hum as the comfort wraps ’round his aching body. You smile, climb in after him, and pull the blanket over you both.

It’s immediate, the way he reaches for you. Cyno’s weight drapes over your body, and at last, your lover settles against you, face tucked into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped fast around your waist. Your own hands have returned to his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. You sigh when you feel him press his lips to your skin: once, twice, and a third time. I love you, these sleepy kisses mean. He does it again. I love you.

“Love you too, Cyno,” you mumble into his hair. “Sweet dreams, lovely.”

[hellinhawkins]

wild how they made it look like el and mike were running to each other only for us to discover that mike was running towards her as she ran away and hid

[sketchy-tour]

I love getting new followers after posting stand alone WH art because I sit here wondering how long until they get jumpscared by my oc x canon :3c

[luminessdoodles]

okieeeee time for art raffle :3

rules:

must be a follower

reblog to enter, like for a second entry :] (likes alone don't count)

ends friday 9/6/24

the prize:

one drawing of one person! portrait/half/fullbody all ok :]

no complex machines or furry/animals, kemonomimi ok tho👍

backgrounds/foregrounds ok but be aware they are not my strong suit

no nudity of little kids

style options:

ink (b&w, flat accent colors ok)

colored pencil sketch (one color and up to one accent color)

marker + colored pencil (full color)

you can also link one of my existing drawings if you'd like me to mimic the style

small text additions are ok too! i don't post it here but i also do calligraphy :]

[tricksterlatte]

Ways to raise kindness in Persona 5

- read about virtuous rebels

- befriend a lonely child

- lovingly nurture your houseplant

- lol eat this fuckin steak

[lokh]

my first attempt at krita and. it turns out i cant draw felines from memory

[crownofjuniper]

✷ So, how did you two meet?

Tav: Oh! Hah, it was love at first knife.

Astarion: Sight, my love. They mean sight.

Tav: Right...

[wazzi2ya]

Hazbin Hotel but Charlie runs the hotel like Tamaki Suou runs the Ouran Host Club.

[infinitelyprecious]

This man is my spirit animal

[lilyinwaiting]

ARTFIGHT REVENGE sketch for ~SirWitch. This fucker is gonna get it one day!!!