#umyeah

[archie-yeag]

in honor of the new yakuza game coming out i wrote a pirate yakuza fanfic !!

if you like the sound of majima and kiryu on pirates ship then maybe you should check it out =)

[creature-feature-creature]

peppermint butler from AT perhaps?

PEPPERMINT BUTLER FROM ADVENTURE TIME

From an anon. my sister named fellow gay enthusiast (for marce and pb)

Spoilers for candy kingdom lore + stakes miniseries

Design; 3/10 - Peppermint Butler doesn't have bad design. It's actually fine in my opinion. My issue is this; it doesn't apply to his character. While it wouldn't make sense for pb (huh. That doesn't work) to NOT be candy due to living in the candy kingdom, him being peppermint specifically never really comes up in his story (to my knowledge). You could replace him with taffy and it'd be the exact same. I don't really like when characters are just randomly designed a certain way just for it to never come up. He's just... a peppermint. He just takes minty when people touch him. I just wish him being a peppermint was just a little more relevant to his character.

Character/Purpose; 8/10 - (not good with individual character backstories in at. based off wiki again 😅)

He's a little round guy?? And oh he's a little bit fucked up too??? With a dark and mysterious backstory?? And he just HAD vampire hunting kits for some reason ???

So after the dum-dum juice incident he just. Relearns the dark arts. True alpha male (joke)

I don't really know what else to put here because each character plays such a different role in each episode and I would be spewing stuff forever if I kept going.

Anyways I like his character writing! He's cool! Little blorbo!! The scrunkly!!!

Overall; 5.5/10 - do you want a peppermint?

[valerieismss]

I need her badly

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 34 - Whoahey

Astarion makes a proposition. I'm gonna earn my explicit rating, lol.

On AO3.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Everything today was a clusterfuck dumpster fire. Nothing went right. Everybody’s mad at you (for good reason). The kid’s parents are fucking dead and now she done holed up with them other kids pretending you don’t exist (thank fuck she made it, and she’s got good damn reason). And the man kissing you was fucking dead less than twenty-four hours ago.

Goddamn, kissing feels nice, though.

It’s still new. And a little overwhelming. There’s just…so much of him, all close and, and everywhere. His cool, soft lips. The flick of tongue. You part your own lips (that sure is a thing you learned, huh) to let him do what he wants. Which is to slide against your tongue.

Detaching a bit, the idea is gross. Human mouths are fucking cesspools; getting bit by somebody is worse in terms of potential infections than a lot of other critters. And this man in particular bites people and drinks their blood. You should be revolted. Part of you wants to be.

But his hands cradle the side of your head and he’s so damn close, and all you smell is his perfume and that basement undertone. And when his tongue finds you again, heat shoots straight between your legs.

Making out, you decide, it worth it.

You like it. A lot.

Everything else is so bad right now, but this is so nice. You crave it. A plant withered and drooping under the first trickle of water. All but gasping it up. Breathing in his scent, leaning into his touch. Restraining yourself from clawing him closer.

You shouldn’t want this. It’s probably unethical somehow you can’t figure out cause your brain done turned to pudding and thoughts scatter.

He said it’d help him. You’re just helping him.

You lose time a little. Lost under the slide of his tongue and the glide of his hands. He takes your lower lip between his blunt, front teeth and tugs ever so slightly. You don’t got the headspace to stop the weird squeak you make.

Don’t gotta think in all this. How stupid you are. How weak. How you’re failing everything and what if they ditch you. It’s all him. Your world shrinks down to the press of his body on yours. On trying to answer his kiss with your own, cause you might be new at this, but that don’t mean you gotta be a pushover.

Sweet fucking beans, when he moans into your mouth after you take a turn nipping at him…

You’re helping him. Y’all’re helping each other.

His lips leave yours to trail along your jaw over to your neck. It’s awfully intimate when he bites you there. It’s a whole other experience like this. The drag of his fangs—not enough to cut, but enough to send a sweep of goosebumps down your body (thank fuck you got them stays on, cause your nipples could cut fucking glass right now).

Yet for all this, for how wet you already know you are (throbbing and slick any time you move), you ain’t sure you’re ready for full blown cock action just yet.

(Though you think about it: what it’d be like on your back, what his hips would feel like against your thighs, you’d hold him tight as he thrust.)

A wave of dizziness pushes you. You sway in his grasp.

“Are you alright?” he says, lips wet with spit.

(Why does that do something to you?)

“Forgot to breathe,” you say.

He smiles. Well, it’s actually a smirk, but there’s a softness to it that didn’t used to be there.

“So sensitive,” he says.

“Sorry.”

He nuzzles the side of your neck as one hand slides down to your lower back. Holds you close to him. “Don’t apologize. It’s rather arousing.”

This man is gonna fucking kill you.

Turnabout and all that.

“I did have a request, if you’re amenable?” he says.

Sweet fuck, he’s hard. You can feel it. Gotta swallow twice before you manage a, “Umyeah?”

His head lifts. Cheek slides against your jaw as he straightens up to look at you. He’s still pale as ever, but his lips seem a touch swollen, and his eyes…there’s a heat to them.

“I’d like to taste you, darling,” he says.

It takes longer than it should. But you are? nearly tumbles outta you. He’s been in your mouth and all over your neck.

But that ain’t what he’s talking about.

It ain’t that at all.

“Uh,” you say like a smart person.

The hand on your back moves. The sensation is dulled through the quilting of the stays, but still sends a shiver through you. He traces down your hip, along to your lower belly (you try not to flinch). Moves down. Down. Pauses at the top of your thigh.

“Here?” he says.

The air sure did get thin in here, didn’t it? Can’t breathe all the sudden.

He’s asking to, to eat you out. You think. Maybe? Are you mishearing?

“You,” you start. Realize your brain done blacked out on the technical term (where the fuck did that word go?!!?). “You. Um. Want to, uh. Put your mouth…”

“I want to taste your cunt, yes.”

Okay! Vulgar! The most vulgar thing you ever heard in your whole life! Look at you, racking up new experiences. You can focus on that and not on the way your face sets itself on fire or the way you can’t look at him no more.

His fingers is cool on your heated skin when he places them under your chin to tilt it so you do look at him (and oh, that’s also a whole thing, huh).

“Only if you’d like me to,” he says. “I’m not, ah, acquainted with going slow, but if you’d rather not…”

His fingers done been inside you. While his tongue was in your mouth. He thrust against you as he bit you (holy shit, that was only a couple days ago) until he came in his own pants.

Y’all’re fooling around. No two ways about it. You know what he sounds like during an orgasm (a grunting gasp). He knows you.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear; it’s getting too long if it’s able to do that.

“I’ve been dreaming of it, you know,” he says all hushed and husky. Not a single hesitation. “I’ve tasted your breath and your blood. Let me taste more of you?”

Whoahey! Holy fuck! Since when did your knees get all wobbly? You had no idea you’d get so fucking twitterpated over him saying shit like that. You’d’a laughed at the idea of it just a month ago.

But the you of a month ago didn’t have his spit on your lips. Didn’t feel his erection against you.

He traces a pattern on the top of your thigh. The touch skirts to the edge, skims along where you throb, never quite delving further. You know the way them cool hands feel between your legs. His finger slicking through the slit. The way he draws tiny circles around your clit.

What if that was a tongue.

Your face burns. Whole chest goes bright red. Pretty sure you could give Karlach a run for her money just now.

“I, uh,” you say. You got to stop mumbling monosyllables. “I ain’t…I mean. Are you sure? Nobody’s ever…”

He groans all low and quiet. His nose traces along your cheek. “I’ll be your first.”

He seems so delighted by that. Been pleased as punch this entire time (since he had you straddled over his lap and his hand traced up your bare leg under a blanket and he said, No one has touched you here?).

“There’s a stigma about people being inexperienced at my age,” you say. At least online.

But Astarion scoffs. “Sounds like your people lack confidence. Trust me, my sweet. My mouth is good for more than talking.”

Jesus fuck.

It’s just so…blatant. Dripping in sexuality. It’s one thing to read smutty lines or sit through a sex scene, and a whole other thing when a man aims that at you with a Look in his eye and his cock hard.

“What do I, uh. Do? Y’know like, during?”

This is mortifying.

But his eyelids go all heavy. One finger runs along your cheekbone and he smirks. “If it doesn’t feel good, tell me.”

He leans in and you close your eyes as his breath brushes your lips.

“If it does feel good, tell me.”

His lips move against yours.

“Or simply moan my name.”

He kisses tongue-first. Hands cradling the back of your skull, guiding you so he can deepen it. You suck in a gasp through your nose and don’t even think as both your hands fist in his shirt.

This has to be a bad idea. It feels off. But you can’t think no more, and all them stupid chemicals dump into your bloodstream and your brain floats off down a stream of lustdumb.

Except for one thing. One branch reaching out to snag the mental pool floaty and drag you closer to the shore of sensibility.

It’s has been a fucking day. Of hiking and climbing.

“Wait,” you say as you pull back to catch your breath.

He kinda grunts, but does stop, eyes searching your face.

“I. Let me wash first?”

“Oh darling, I don’t care about all that.”

But you’re aware of it, now. The way your skivvies feel damp with old sweat. You done pissed outside several times now, and they don’t got no toilet paper.

“It’s all I’m gonna be able to think about,” you say. Touch the forearm draped over your shoulder.

He searches you again. Then his expression softens. “Of course. Do be quick about it, hmm?”

[chatnoirseyebrows]

Imaigne adrian kisses you adn at his next photoshsot thers lipstick on his cheek the photorphreer says ddo yuo have a girlfrend he says umyeah aand shes rigth behidn you and he kissess you aaagian and taeks a apicture on amagazine front paage ^-^ uwu

ummmmmmmm why woud u send me an adrian imagine i hate him 😒😒😒 i do not WANT to imagne adrain…ew…..my box is for chatnoir imagines ONLY !

[ask-nagi-seishiro]

I just wanna say...

I Love You ♡

(This is defo NOT Reo mikage btw)

umyeah

if it was @ask-mikage-reo he would sign it with his name

[northirish]

A sword? Sure, we can get you one! Just post your full name, address, maybe a picture of you so we don’t mix you up with someone else, maybe some personal information to verify it you? Umyeah also what kind of sword or whatever…

Oh finding out my details is very easy, just ask your mother

And I'll take a Zweihänder

[larkinginthedark]

lark? hey, uhh... is it cool if i come over too?? i don't know what happened, but .. idk.. i love you, ok?? 🖤💜

- terry jr

umm umyeah yeah ok yes👍👍👍yespls

[kittynulls]

I dont have many moments that make me go umyeah thats the autism, but sometimes when im extremely overstimmed i resort to slapping myself or banging my head against a wall n it instantly makes me feel better n its like oh....

[knoxprox]

@umyeah-no IT DID NOT EVEN OCCUR TO ME!!

[thekidsarentalright]

I know this might be a long shot but do you have any fob fic recs where one of them deals with their gender identity?

unfortunately only one is coming to mind right now (bc i read it yesterday fjdjfn), but it’s really good and i hope u like it!!:

- i’ll find myself anew by umyeah (11.6k words)

[draconisxmalfoy]

me making a gifset knowing it’s going to flop

[sillykiwie]

i edited it a lil so now u guys have a list of my other interests umyeah awesome.

MIY INTRO

GENERAL:

HI! you can call me neo, or kiwie! i use any pronouns, and i am a minor my spacehey has SO MUCH MORE INFO on me so. go see that. and my strawpage! (SEND ME DOODLES) -> chameleonpie

POSTS:

majority of my posts are reblogs of my interests and art that i make. i also post my animations on my youtube and tiktok :)

INTERESTS:

my main interest (as of now) is wordgirl but ill list my other interests down too. phighting (roblox), roblox myths, brawl stars, object shows, tmnt, pokemon, anipoke, and fairly oddparents a new wish.

DNI / BYF:

proship/comship GET THE HELL OFF MY PAGE homophobic people, zionists, and pedos too. go away freaks

alright thats basically it, thx 4 coming 2 my ted talk (＾Ｕ＾)ノ

also i use the hashtag below topost my silly thoughts. and stuff

[moonwater1308]

So I did a thing fell free to check it out https://www.etsy.com/shop/GallowglassCreations I have hats #etsy #hats #umyeah #excited https://www.instagram.com/p/CDxp2HdDY8N/?igshid=15ao6gtft0x9c

[lunatheuke]

Some more of my Spidersona! BlueSpider sensing something bad is about to happen.

[justaddthatonline]

#duet with @sommarproductions Here's What An #Affiliate #Marketing #Business Can Do For You #startyourimpossible #umyeah #juststart #learnedontiktok (at Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYu4h_5plyg/?utm_medium=tumblr