#sorry pixie

[angelicxdisaster]

alrighty, this is a new account, so I don't expect like anybody to care about it, but I'm going to say it anyway.

I have 2 wips rn:

royalty au!wolfstar and lesbian queenxknight!jegulus with angst and crack and fluff and all the shit

bsd with dazai's sister!OC also with crack and angst and not a lot of fluff bc its bsd

i'm thinking of posting the wolfstar one here as little oneshots b4 i put it on ao3. (if anybody cares I'll put my ao3 in my intro post)

idk how to split the bsd one up into oneshots, it's complicated, and I haven't written a lot of it yet lol.

BUT

for every note this post gets, I'll write a sentence for each of them

and if this gets to, uh, idk, 40 notes, I'll post a bit of it and see if anybody likes it.

[la1npilledg1rl]

“have you ever just cried because you’re you”

[violetpixiedust]

thinking about spending a day at the beach with your bf jj and the rest of the pogues. ♡

18+. afab reader. no description of appearance. fluff/smut. use of ‘papa’ once, mentions of spanking. shy!kook!reader x dom!jj.

in between searching for the cross, evading the law, and intense fights with the kooks, a beach day was certainly a nice escape from an otherwise hectic lifestyle.

the sand is warm and pale beneath your knees as you sit in your cute little bikini beside jj’s damp body. he’s laid along a ratty old towel, littered with a few holes and fraying at the edges. beads of saltwater meld themselves within his tan skin from his previous surfing exertion, eager to soak up the sunlight with you now that he’s gotten his adrenaline fix. you had been searching for seashells and sea glass with kiara while the boys were out on the water. ending up with a good sized pouch by the time your boyfriend ran up to meet you on the shore, shaking out his soaking dirty blonde locks at you like a dog. squeals and joyful giggles left your lipgloss coated pout, strumming alongside the seagulls.

absentmindedly, you hum when your manicured nails sort through your small treasures, careful not to let them get lost in the never ending sand. it isn’t until you notice your boyfriend’s baritone voice humming alongside you that you burst into giggles. you meet his sea-foam blue eyes from where they peak out above his black sunglasses, frames falling to the bridge of his lightly freckled nose. one of your pearly teeth reach out to bite along your plush bottom lip, shyly taking in the handsome sight of jj laid beside you.

damp swim trunks hang low on his paler hips, golden happy trail leading you up to the toothpick balancing between his freshly licked lips. the pogue grins slyly in amusement, satisfaction at your sudden shyness running through his veins like the sweetest high. “c’mere, princess. up.” you don’t have time to check for the whereabouts of your friends before the large palm of jj’s hand crudely reaches underneath your thigh, skin burning as he leads you to straddle his torso. you briefly hear pope gagging and john b’s amused laughter behind you, but ultimately choose to ignore them when jj’s calloused fingertips reach out to play with the hem of your swimsuit, effectively distracting you. “‘gonna show me those pretty little rocks takin’ up all of your attention now?”

you nod with a soft smile, shyly avoiding jj’s heady gaze for a moment, unknowing to the way his expression softens incredibly at the sweetness emitting from you. floaty and radiant, like his own personal angel. his calloused thumbs rub soothing circles along your hips as he watches you begin to explain each piece of sea glass you chose, head feeling as if it were underwater still with how gorgeous you are. his ringed fingers faintly shake when he thinks about how undeserving he is for someone like you. an angel from figure eight. outer banks pride and joy. who used to send him a shy little wave at the boneyard, eyelashes fluttering when he would wave back, his split lip pulling up into a smirk at the dazed look that overtook you. the girl who now jumped onto the back of his bike in boarder-line scandalous mini skirts, sweet and powdery perfume clouding the pogue’s judgement for a second too long. until your freshly done nails would dig into his waist, melodic voice urging your pogue boyfriend to hurry up and drive. the overprotective housekeeper would attempt to chase after the two of you with a broom in her wrinkled hand, before being buried by the dust billowing beneath the bike’s spinning wheels every single time.

it isn’t until you hold up a few pieces of sea glass to the side of his face with a cheer of excitement that he tunes back in. “mm, what’s the squealing for, cupcake?”

“i found a piece that looks like your eyes. see!” you bend over to get a closer look at the comparison, completely unaware of the way your tits push up together near jj’s face. a shaky breath leaves your boyfriend’s bitten lips, his suddenly rosy cheeks startling you for a moment before you feel the noticeable shift of his hips beneath you. instead of gasping cutely and sitting up like jj expected you to, your moment of realization morphs into a sly expression.

and jj knew that look.

“don’t-“ you riskily pay no mind to your boyfriend’s warning tone, “innocently” slinking back along his body with a soprano sigh. your manicured nails rake over his abdomen on your path backwards, cupped heat just brushing past the now obvious tent in jj’s swim trunks-

instantly, the pogue manhandles you into place. you squeak at the firmness of his ringed grip, heart pumping with adrenaline when his sun kissed hands force your back against his warm chest in record speed. shark tooth necklace digging between your shoulder blades. your bum pushes against jj’s erection with a final maneuver- now out of sight, but still painfully hard against you.

“whoa. chill out, mike tyson-“ john b drunkly remarks with a surprised laugh before sipping on his nearly finished can of pbr, blissfully unaware of the previous situation. meanwhile, sarah smirks knowingly at the two of you from beside her aloof boyfriend, meeting your playful gaze with one of her own.

you’re about to suggest a game with a mischievous wiggle of your hips, clearly not learning your lesson- before jj’s long fingers cup your jaw from behind, gripping you in place. the blonde’s rosy lips press to your ear, his left hand intertwining with your own smaller one, voice low. “y’not going anywhere, duchess. need you to calm down and behave. unless you want me to spank you raw on this beach in front of our friends, hm?”

your breath hitches with surprise at the threat as you watch kiara and pope run back from the ocean dripping saltwater, jj’s words echoing in the now hollow structure of your head. “and if you’re good,” the blonde nods your head up and down for you like a ragdoll for good measure, smirk curling along his chapped lips with faux innocence gleaming from his eyes. he’s more than aware of the pressure building between your pretty legs, your glossy eyes looking up at him for guidance. not to mention the shivers that clatter down your spine at the idea of being put in your place for everyone on the beach to see. all he could do was harden at the thought. “papa’ will let ya show him which one of these rocks he can put on your pretty little finger soon, yeah?”.

the pogue waits for you to nod your own head ‘yes’ like a big girl before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. your shy expression stays hidden against his heart, a giddy smile drawing across your glossy lips as you think about your future with jj.

needless to say, you behaved for the rest of the afternoon.

[sevinite]

sevenite sketchbook veteran theo makes his humble return to the public eye

[beauty1sempty]

whenever i wake up i feel sick.my first breath makes me sick.i don’t know why i feel like this because i know i’m not actually sick.

[agirlinagony]

[korrasamibottles]

And with your help we can make it 60-80%

[electromelancholy]

my hard truth and unpopular opinion is that kim didn't have a wild youth. he didnt have a motorcycle or do street racing or anything he was a boring kid who did boring things but always thought that one day he would do all those things until suddenly he was a 40 year old cop stealing kids' hubcaps to feel something

[temeyes]

I feel like if he were a younger millennial and got into the idiocy of the early/mid 2000s your Soap would have been one of those kids slamming back like 15 Pixie Stix in a row and it not ending well (source: I was that kid. At least i wasn’t the band kid who snorted them)

after consuming 15 stixs straight, Soap had a breakthrough,,,

[miramelindamusings]

@prudensvulpes requested Sora with Dylan Hollis' energy where he has his own cooking channel! Thank you so much for your patience! And this was alot of fun to do! I used Dylan Hollis' "Fake Apple Pie" tiktok (shortened to certain moments and some moved around for comedic effect!). I hope you like it and thank you again :)!

And here's a bonus sketch because I couldn't resist drawing Sora's face lighting up the same way Dylan Hollis' does when a recipe is actually good!:

[underestimated-heroine]

"name ONE OTHER artist who's been actually, emotionally honest about the toxic, unfair, real reasons a relationship was doomed from the start?!"

girl, be fr

[coffee-bat]

oh right. peepaw doodles from the ward bc i just realized i forgor to post them

[la1npilledg1rl]

[foursaints]

I was reading your bartylily posts and honestly, I get the vision. They're each others maniac pixie dream girls

bro i have feelings about them that can only be expressed via collage

lily has had to deal with boys considering her their ~dream girl~ or whatever her whole life and I guess I dont personally enjoy pairings where someone has to “win her over” or woo her or wear her down

same thing when she’s someone’s beautiful, fairytale princess best friend who they pine over endlessly. no hate to those dynamics but i find it compelling to pair with someone who…. wouldn’t like her all that much, at first. 

you’d expect them not to initially get along very well, but i think they really REALLY do and it scares both of them. the person who you thought was (stuck up, sheltered head girl) (irresponsible, idiotic delinquent) is more similar to you than you guessed

The Masks We Wear Are Opposite, But We Are Both Wearing Masks 

unlikely-friends-to-lovers. and not in the "ive had a crush on you forever" way, but in the "i never really liked you, but now youre the only person who can make me laugh. what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" way. 

they do this really iconic sort of subversion of the typical Good Girl/Bad Boy trope that's kinda... super hot? maybe its the academic rivalry or the mutual respect but i think about how aware they are of the facades they both have, and the good girl/bad boy stuff they intentionally play up, and how CLEARLY they both see through the other…

i dont know if they ever have a “crush” on each other

i would call it a deep curiosity (except they also jump each others bones)

[wanderingcoyotes]

??? creature

[ciggiestash]

romantic cannibalism yadda yadda but consider this!! keeping a vial of your partners blood around your neck, a locket with their picture in it, a bracelet woven from their hair because you love them and want to keep a piece of them while still being gentle