#thank you for staying

[enii]

I'll just stay🐱💕

[cruilty-ink]

Is this right?

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And with that, We close the curtains

And I only have one thing to say, and that's, thank you.

and a special thanks to @kiwi-smug-silvalina for helping me create this idea and take shape. I love you, and thank you.

Tag list: @justletmereadmycomics @jasontoddisbest @kiwi-smug-silvalina @trixanimations

[leafaske]

Thanks for being here dude, and for coming back to hang out with all us weirdos :) Your art always brightens my day no matter what you've decided to post, and sometimes I idly scroll through your blog just for all the good memories. Much love <3

💙💙💙 a';sdljfk tysm, sweetmaple!

i really wish i hadn't stopped in the first place

u all are my fam and i've been a lot happier making silly drawings and comics again

i missed this, and i missed the boy

ty for sticking around after so long

[heartofmuse]

Is there anything more beautiful than someone who is willing to stay? Someone who chooses you over and over again, in spite of your faults, in spite of your darkness and your mistakes, because they love you that much, because of the unwavering certainty in their heart of the love that also  beats in your heart for them.

e.v.e.

[holyfvkc]

Demi realizing that Jutes were filming her 🤧🥹🤍

[khaoticdax]

I'm back~

Preview for Thank You For Staying

@kalevalakryze

Intel could always be trusted, couldn't it?

That's why someone paid good money for the best intel. So they could have the right information to make a perfect plan.

But what happens when you have the right information, but it still turns out wrong?

Dax checked his gear time and time again, it was almost ritualistic after how long he's been doing this. He quietly heard footsteps behind him, and they brought a small smile to his face.

"How many times will you check your gear, amor?" A female voice spoke and he knew exactly who it was. The infamous El Sin Nombre. The woman he had come to love after being hired by her cartel as a mercenary. Slowly, Dax turned to face her. She was leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, that signature smirk sprawled across her face.

"I'll keep checking it until we get back." He took a few steps towards her and rested his hands on her biceps. He could almost feel the sigh of relief that came from Valeria at the contact, yet she wouldn't show it in public. Dax gave a small kiss to her forehead before walking over to pick up his rifle. He could feel her eyes on him every step that he took - not that he was complaining in the slightest. When he turned around, she was already walking towards their transport. The two of them, along with a team of grunts, were headed off to a mission that seemed like it would go flawlessly. Everything was in place. A rival gang had started to encroach on El Sin Nombre's territory and that was something that needed to be taken care of personally.

Quickly, Dax caught up to Valeria to walk by her side. It was the smallest moments in public that the two shared that had any meaning. Both them and the grunts filed into two separate sedans and headed off towards the rival gangs compound. Dax kept fidgeting with his gear, no matter how many glances Valeria sent his way almost issuing him to stop. Something didn't feel right about this. Like it was almost too easy.

[maehemthemisfit]

Where are y'all coming from 😭

[d3addoberman]

Happy new year 🎉

Year of the bunny! Year of hope 😌

[theodorky]

I miss OK KO, whenever I rewatch or even listen to the end song I start tearing up a bit

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[enii]

Thank you for staying 💕

[juno-infernal]

the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3

[the-cookie-jar-system]

What can I do to help you?

idk, just chat i guess? im still surprised you listened, thought id be begging to no one. how are you feeling tonight? - algae

[n0ahsferatu]

I read the wonderful Gideon The Ninth a few months ago (thank you to the most excellent @friendamedes for the rec <3) and tried my hand at drawing all the necromancers as a character design exercise! it was a lot of fun :)

1 like = 1 kick to my ass so that I can be bullied into finally reading the rest of the series (i really want to! i just have a hard time focusing on books!)

[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[khaoticdax]

Thank You For Staying

Valeria Garza x OC

1.5k words

Angst. Read at your own risk.

Intel could always be trusted, couldn't it?

That's why someone paid good money for the best intel. So they could have the right information to make a perfect plan.

But what happens when you have the right information, but it still turns out wrong?

Dax checked his gear time and time again, it was almost ritualistic after how long he's been doing this. He quietly heard footsteps behind him, and they brought a small smile to his face.

"How many times will you check your gear, amor?" A female voice spoke and he knew exactly who it was. The infamous El Sin Nombre. The woman he had come to love after being hired by her cartel as a mercenary. Slowly, Dax turned to face her. She was leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, that signature smirk sprawled across her face.

"I'll keep checking it until we get back." He took a few steps towards her and rested his hands on her biceps. He could almost feel the sigh of relief that came from Valeria at the contact, yet she wouldn't show it in public. Dax gave a small kiss to her forehead before walking over to pick up his rifle. He could feel her eyes on him every step that he took - not that he was complaining in the slightest. When he turned around, she was already walking towards their transport. The two of them, along with a team of grunts, were headed off to a mission that seemed like it would go flawlessly. Everything was in place. A rival gang had started to encroach on El Sin Nombre's territory and that was something that needed to be taken care of personally.

Quickly, Dax caught up to Valeria to walk by her side. It was the smallest moments in public that the two shared that had any meaning. Both them and the grunts filed into two separate sedans and headed off towards the rival gangs compound. Dax kept fidgeting with his gear, no matter how many glances Valeria sent his way almost issuing him to stop. Something didn't feel right about this. Like it was almost too easy. Like all the pieces of the plan fit too perfectly into place. The ride was long and quiet, except for the local radio to fill the deafening silence. When they were about five minutes from the target, the energy in both sedans got tense. The nerves before the test of strength.

Once the cars reached their stopping point the grunts got out and checked their gear. Dax stayed seated by Valeria, waiting for her signal to begin the raid. By surprise, he felt her hand on top of his and he looked over. It appeared that she had the same gut feeling from the look on her face. Dax just smiled, nodded, and gave her hand a squeeze. They'd get through this, like they had all the ops before this.

The two of them got out and separated into the two different strike teams for the raid. Dax would lead a smaller group, while Valeria took the larger amount. The two leaders nodded, making eye contact for a final time before going their separate ways. Valeria's teams objective was to locate the rival gang leader and threaten them the good ole fashion way. Dax's teams objective was to make sure Valeria had a clear shot and round up any stranglers. Dax watched as Valeria took her team into position before he fired the first shot and began leading his team through the compound.

Clearing corners and rooms was what he was good at. It's where he felt like he was at the top of his game. The price to buy him out as a mercenary proved it as well. The grunts who were assigned to Dax's team were more there to make sure he didn't get shot in the back, more than anything else. Just like the grunts on Valeria's team were there to take a bullet for her in the off chance someone had the time to even fire off a shot.

Clearing the compound was painstaking work, but Dax's blood rushed to his head as he heard someone yell out "El Sin Nombre!.."

Why?...

Why would someone yell that?

The sounds of gunfire followed the yell and then nothing.

Silence.

The men who were following Dax froze, but he could feel his anger and anxiety rise tremendously. It was almost as if a darkness took over his brain. Dax abandoned clearing all the rooms, and cleared only the ones that lead towards the main room of the compound. Where Valeria was supposed to be meeting with the rival gangs leader. The grunts who were following barely stood a chance at keeping up.

As Dax stood outside the main room, he heard laughter. But it wasn't Valeria. Rage filled his body.

He had one final room to clear.

And clear he did. Not paying any attention to any of the bodies on the floor. All those opposing who were still standing got a bullet to the head.

The gang leader tried surrendering, but - blinded by rage - Dax pulled the trigger. Slowly coming out of it, he took a deep couple of breaths and turned around to survey the mess. And that's when he saw it.

When he saw why someone had yelled El Sin Nombre.

There she laid. Her eyes closed, one of her hands on her stomach, with blood pooling around her body.

A dry sob left Dax's mouth as he dropped his gun and ran to her side.

"No. No. No, no, no…!" He muttered as he slowly gathered her up in his arms, placing her close to his chest and rocking back and forth. Valeria barely stirred at the movement.

"You can't die.. No. You can't. I refuse to let you leave me here like this!" He yelled, almost screaming towards the heavens, cursing any god who would take her from him.

Quietly, Valeria groaned and opened her eyes to see the mess on Dax's face. It wasn't blood, but tears.

"Thank you…" Valeria whispered and Dax's head snapped down to look at her.

"See, you're fine!.. You aren't dying." His voice sounded broken, almost as broken as his heart felt.

"Thank you for being by my side despite no one else being here…" She finished and gave him a small smile. She was trying to take in his face as best she could. So she could remember it, if she ended up somewhere where she had memories.

The sob that left Dax's throat was loud and his whole body jerked, "No, no!.. Please… I'll always be here. Always, but you can't go!... I love you! Don't leave me here alone!!" He begged. He was pleading. Was he pleading to her? It wasn't like she shot herself in the stomach and decided to die. Was he pleading to some higher power? Some higher power that might save her, despite her face slowly losing color and the ground underneath him turning a beautiful shade of red.

He began grasping at her back, rocking back and forth - tears streaming down his face. "You can't leave me! You have my heart, please!... Don't you dare take her from me!" His voice was becoming hoarse from the sobs and screaming. He was becoming angry. Angry at the situation. At the rival gang leader.

At himself.

He should have been there. Why did she thank him when he wasn't even there when she got shot?

Dax heard another groan and he looked down, tears and snot running down his face. His eyes practically begging her not to take her final breath.

"I love you, mi Amor." She whispered, before she gave final sigh and stopped breathing.

All Dax could do was scream. Scream to the heavens. Scream to the hells. Screaming enough that it filled the whole entire compound. Eventually, the screams turned into sobs and Dax sat there on the bloody ground. Sat there with the love of his life in his arms, rocking back and forth. Hoping, wishing, praying that she could wake up. Hoping this was just a nightmare. Wishing he could go back and love her more. Praying that he would get to see her again.

It was all he could bring himself to do.

What else was there to do?

The grunts who had followed had stayed out of the way. They too were unsure as to what to do. They also assumed anyone who tried to touch Valeria would end up dead by Dax's hand.

Dax kept screaming until his voice gave out. He kept rocking until his body screamed at him to stop.

Once time froze and reality had sunk in, Dax picked up the limp body on his arms and began walking out of the compound. He left his rifle on the ground and didn't even bother to look at the grunts. All he could think about was Valeria and what would happen next.