#upupup

[serendipity-suzyq]

♡ #upupup #upupandaway #littleladder #toohigh #beautifulchurch #genova #italy (at Genova, Italia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSZ7uLLoeqP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alazyparallelworld]

(gets to talk abt special interest) (rocks back n forth in bed)

[upsidedownwithsteve]

[2.1K] Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+

The week following your night with Steve, you’d had absolutely no problem getting yourself off.

Every night, you lay in bed before sleep took over, your hand shoved down the front of your sleep shorts, fingers slipping clumsily and a little unpracticed over yourself, eyes clenched shut and lips parted silently as you thought about your best friend.

His digits were longer than yours, thicker, able to reach places you couldn’t, filling you up in a way you’d never felt before. But you could hear Steve’s voice in your ear as you swirled messy circles over your clit, chasing that throbbing feeling as you remembered his words.

“Has someone done that to you? Has someone put their mouth here?”

Cheek pressed to the pillow, pushing low whines into the cotton, legs spreading wider, knees hitched up as you fought to catch that feeling only Steve was able to give you before.

“Do you like it when I talk to you?”

He’d whispered it in your ear, breath warm against your cheek, hitching and gasping when you had tightened around him.

“My girl likes hearing dirty things, right? Like when I asked you if someone had gone down on you? If you’d had someone’s tongue here?”

Stomach tensing, the hook there tightening, skin too warm, the idea of your best friend laying between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders too much for you to handle. Would he do it real soft for you? Would he lick over you like a man starved? Only breaking away to talk filth into your slick skin? Would he tell you how good you tasted, how sweet you were?

You came hard, back arching, a gasp leaving your lips, fingers moving until it was too much and you had to stop, sliding slick over your bare stomach as you relaxed back into the bed, butter on a hot day.

The next day, you vowed to ask Steve.

Just half a beer, that’s all it took. A few long drags, a movie that was never started, the tape half in the VCR and Steve’s bedroom lights low. Lingering looks, mussed sheets, anticipation heavy in the air like summer, a growing heat that settled on your skin and it fucking buzzed. It fizzed, it glittered.

“Did you really mean what you said?” You asked out the blue, pulling Steve from the TV set, leaning back on his pillows like you belonged there. “The other night, last week? About how it was a shame that no one had— no had ever… gone down on me.”

Steve stopped, the tape forgotten, his eyes wide as he looked at you over his shoulder. He watched the way your thighs rubbed together under your dress, a thin summery thing, delicate straps and material cut out of the sides, your skin on show between the buttercup yellow cotton. You watched him swallow, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his gaze got a little darker, the words he remembered telling you coming back to him.

“Shit, you look so damn pretty, you know that? I could do that for you though, if you wanted.”

Steve cleared his throat, rose up from when he’d been kneeling in front of the television, blurry static crackling, forgotten about. His knees bumped the edge of his bed as stood over you, breath hitching as he took you in, eyes trailing over bare legs and upupup until they settled on your mouth, the way you licked at your bottom lip nervously.

“Yeah,” he croaked, his voice already shot. You looked so pretty. He remembered what you looked like when you came, head thrown back against his shoulder, crying out his name in soft, heaving gasps. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it. “Yeah, yeah. I meant it.”

“Could put my mouth on you, let you know if you’re really as sweet as you look.”

“Have you been thinkin’ about it?” Steve asked, his voice sweet and soft. He smiled when you nodded, huffing out a breath like it was all too much. “Yeah? Fuck, sweetheart, so have I. Did you get yourself off, did you manage?”

He wanted to be filthier, he wanted to ask dirty, dirty questions. He wanted to know exactly what you thought about when you touched yourself. If you thought about him, if you got as wet as you had with him the week before. He wanted to know if you made the same noises in the quiet of your own room, if you whispered his name when you came.

Instead, Steve moved onto the bed, a little clumsy as the mattress dipped but he stayed by your feet, a hand reaching out to bravely curl around your ankle, your frill lined socks tickling his palm. One tug and he could spread your bent knees open for him, dragging you down his bed until your hair fanned over his pillows and he could push your thighs apart. Steve wondered if you’d let him.

Maybe he could find out.

You nodded, lips parted and already panting, barely able to form words. Steve’s thumb was circling over the skin of your ankle, slowly coasting upwards until his warm palm sat against your calf. He rubbed there too, fingers pushing at your skin like dough, all plush and soft and pliant for him. Your thighs parted, if just a little.

“Every night,” you whispered, eyes closing at his touch, the heated embarrassment creeping over your skin at your confession. You weren’t sure you were supposed to look your best friend in the eye when you told them you’d come on your own fingers, thinking about them. “Couldn’t help it, just- just needed to touch myself.”

You heard the boy groan, low and throaty, his hand climbing higher, laying on his side at your feet so you could feel his warm breath ghost over your shins. You let your legs fall apart again, inch by inch, eyes still closed until your feet slid across the sheets in opposite directions, knees parting. You felt Steve’s lips there, on the inside, at the sensitive skin, a barely there kiss.

“Did you come?”

You swore, breath hitching, nodding as you chewed on your bottom lip, hands coming up to press over your eyes, as if you could hide from him. Mortification was crawling over you, despite how Steve had had his fingers inside of you mere days before, how he’d watched you come, how he had a clear view of your spread thighs and the damp cotton clinging to your cunt, right now.

“Can I make you come again?” The boy sounded wrecked and the question made you open your eyes, gaze stuck on his like honey. “Please.”

You nodded, as if you’d ever say no to that. Like that wasn’t what you wanted.

You expected the boy to launch himself at you then, to grab and pull and kiss and nip. But as heavy as Steve’s gaze was, he moved slow, careful. His hands found your ankles again, one around each leg and he dragged them further apart, his eyes on yours. The static of the TV fizzed and outside the open bedroom window, you heard the Harrington’s sprinklers turn on.

“Lemme see,” Steve whispered, his tone that same sweet rasp as before. He nodded encouragingly when your hands found the hem of your dress, his smile soft, if not a little dirty. His chest was falling and rising faster and faster, his white t-shirt taught over his broad chest and shoulders. “There’s a good girl, fuck, honey.”

You flushed as you did as you were told, the hem of your sundress dragging up your thighs by your own hands. The material was still fisted between your fingers as you held it around your hips, legs spread obscenely, cotton underwear a cherry red, lace trimmed and with an obvious damp spot.

“Can I use my mouth?” Steve asked, murmuring, already moving between your knees, his stomach pressed to the bed. “Wanna taste you properly. Shit, can I do that? Please? Let me show you how good I can make you feel?”

You whined, high and needy, nodding enthusiastically as you sucked in a breath. “Fuck, can you? Please, Steve, I want that, god, I really want that, haven’t stopped thinking about it, imagining it, shit.”

You swore Steve’s eyes rolled at your words, his hands coming to curl around the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him, nose pushing at where your hands lay over your stomach, still clutching your dress. He pressed a kiss there, lips grazing over the skin under your navel.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You didn’t get a chance to reply before the boy was bringing his mouth down, open and pushing against your clothed cunt, tongue a hot, wet press over your folds, prodding gently until he found your clit between them. It was an instantaneous reaction, your body seizing up at the unfamiliar touch, an electric sensation, your body a livewire under Steve’s lips. He hushed you softly when you gave a weak cry, pushing at your inner thighs to keep you open for him.

He licked up your cunt, tongue dragging over the cotton, soaking it more and more until the fabric was clinging to the outline of you, until he could tease the tip of his nose over the spread of you, bumping against your clit. The noise your cunt made as he finally pulled your underwear from you was filthy, a wet sound that made his cock kick up in his jeans.

“Feel good?” Steve cooed, voice sticky with affection and awe for you. Your dress was rucked messily over your stomach, one strap sliding off your shoulder as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, bringing your bare cunt closer than before. Each word settled over your slick skin and made you twitch. “Nice, yeah? You gonna tell me, honey? Tell me how good I’m makin’ you feel, huh?”

“So good,” you breathed out, voice and words garbled between moans, your hands dropping from your stomach to clutch at the sheets on each side of you. But Steve wasn’t having any of that. He tsked, letting go of your legs only to coax your hands into his hair instead, hissing when you grabbed hard. “Fuck, Steve, please. More, please, feels so good, too good, I can’t, I--”

He wouldn’t have you begging, he wouldn’t dare. Steve wanted to give you everything you wanted, so he wasted no more time, surging forward the mere few inches it took to get his mouth back on you. Steve kissed over your cunt with the enthusiasm of a man who’d been starved of the one thing he wanted most. Lips pressed to you, tongue sneaking out to taste you, gathering up your slick only to press it to your clit. He hummed as you cried for him, eyes squeezing shut as you pulled on his hair, tugging him closer until his tongue was pushing into your entrance and his nose was nudging your clit.

He was shiny with you, mouth and chin wet and slick, eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of his head every time you gave his hair a good yank, your hips lifting to catch his tongue. He groaned, murmuring out pretty phrases like, ‘such a good girl’ and ‘so fuckin’ sweet for me.’

Steve lapped at you until you came, tongue soft but persistent, intent on you making you fall apart with just his mouth, groaning in want as he watched your entrance clench around nothing. He sucked and licked at your clit until you shattered, until you couldn’t take it any longer. Your back arched like last time, head thrown back into the pillows that smelled like him instead of against his shoulder, but Steve decided he liked this view just as much.

The boy tasted like you when you kissed him, half dragging him up your body as you panted, dress still messy around your waist, unabashed in your nakedness. Unlike the time before, Steve was miraculously still hard, desperate and aching under his jeans as he’d tried his best not to rut against the bed as he ate you out. Your palm grazed over his cock, smiled into his kiss when it twitched under your hand, his hips canting into your touch.

You only pulled away from his lips to press him onto the bed, switching your positions. Your dress fell back down, covering your sticky thighs and Steve was ready to protest, until you tucked your fingers around the button of his jeans and popped it open.

He let out a curse, breathing heavily, eyes half lidded and watching you. You quirked a brow, asking a silent question you were pretty sure you knew the answer to - this wasn’t a case of a friend helping a friend, not anymore.

You waited. Steve nodded.

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

ao3 link

[makanidotdot]

Ohhh ok thanks haha. Yeah, I think I would have to disagree too...I guess it's mayyybe possible to have Sylvanas burn the tree *on purpose* and not ruin her character, but it would still have to be WAY different from what all went down in bfa. I still remember being super excited to watch Warbringers, then it comes out, I like watch it at work.. and I just can't focus for the rest of the day, I'm just

lmao.

Well the undead killing part would've been an accident. They were just making a super healing salve as far as they knew. But as there's not a ton of undead druids, they don't know this until they've already created some amount. They just eventually discover this property, and yeah, even if the druids themselves were totally super nice and good and were like 'omg! this is dangerous', the rest of the night elves would be like UPUPUP....hold on now, lol. It IS quite good for everyone BUT undead, and they dunno the future... it would be an excellent thing for an Arthas 2.0, or ya know.. if the Horde ever got super out of line. I think that'd be some proper nelf edginess, which still wouldn't justify Sylvanas's taking of the tree. It just gives her a reason, as opposed to Literal-Who Night Elf Said I Can't Kill Hope, Yolo, Also Jailer Made Me Do It.

[dca-prompts]

Ummm oneshot I can't bring myself to finish?

—

"Sunny?"

Sun's attention snaps to its counterpart, of whom is staring at it. Intensely.

"AH! Oh, oh dear, so so so sorry, Moon!" Its voice sounds strained, even to its own processors, "All good here! A-OKAY!! Gotta move, move, and tidy upupup!!"

Sun moves to keep cleaning, and Moon lays a gentle hand on its shoulder, though trying to stay in the shadows of the play structure.

"I haven't even asked if you're okay yet, Sundae."

Ooh. Busted. Sun turns its head away from them, wincing.

"..Ah."

Moon grabs its hand with their free one, pulling it closer to the edge of the shadows so they may look at Sun fully. Their gaze is soft, and worried.

—

Uhh long story short, Sun is repressing feelings via overworking and isolating itself. I think the original was supposed to be a cute hurt/comfort oneshot where Sun has a crush on Moon (whom it is already in a relationship with at this point, so they are NOT related) and the super cute technician (who was supposed to be a y/n I think? But they can be an OC, too!) who separated them into two bodies in this story and was having a crisis because it wasn't sure if said technician was single, and hadn't talked to Moon about the possibility of a poly/open relationship. And in typical Sun fashion, instead or facing this very anxiety-inducing problem, it ran away from it, and shut itself away from everyone in the process.

Please have fun with this!! I can't do it because the executives are dysfunctioning and I'm in quite the slump, but I hope someone else can!! In the original, Sun used it/its and Moon used they/it, but you can change the pronouns into whatever you'd like. I just see both of them using all pronouns, but primarily it and they when they're together </3

(Also, the nicknames for them were mainly Sunny/Sundae and Moony/Moonpie, but again, you can change them to whatever you want.)

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[cozolt]

Hypnovember day 1: cliche its late ik i had to figure out how tumblr worked and i almost missed my bus so this was edited on the bus so apologise for any typos

Day 2 is gonna be later today

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As cliche as cliches are

they do come to an advantage

Say, for example

Pocket watches

Someone in a suit and top hat stoping you on the street

Oooo watch my pretty watch

Ooo yoouu will fall inna aaa deeepp sleeeppp OoOoo

as silly as it may sounds it does serve as some kind of stepping stone

Most people associate pocket watches with hypnosis or vise versa

But it, is just a watch...

They're there to keep time,

to keep you on schedule,

But how can you stay on schedule

If the thing that is meant to help you keep on shedule is, instead,

Causing the gradual erosion of your thoughts as you watch it sway

Back

And

Forth

Infront of u

the longer you watch, the more you focus,

And the more you focus the longer you watch 

So if the focus you watch the more you longer and the longer you focus the more you watch then

Wait

That isnt right

The lack of rythm between my words and the seconds ticking by must be hard to follow

So if

the longer you watch the more you focus, and the more you focus the longer you watch

What are you supposed to be focusing on?

The ticking?

The words?

The swaying?

The design?

The hands?

And if i were to add to it

The longer you watch, the more you focus, the heavier your eyes get

But the heavier your eyes r the more you want to watch

Which makes you focus

Which makes your eyes heavier

Which makes you watch longer

Which makes you focus

Which makes your eyes heavier

Which makes you watch longer

Which makes you... sink into that blissfull nothingness

Letting your awareness slip from under you

As any resistance just melts away

Nothing else matters but

Me

You

And this lovely little pocket watch

Left

Right

Left

Right

Back and

Forth

Deeper

And

Deeper

You

Go

Falling further and further

Take a deap breath in

And out

Every inhale making your body feel light and floaty

Every exhale causing your body to feel heavy again, helping you sink soooo much further

In

And

Out

Up

Down

Left

Right

Lighter

Heavier

Just stop and breath for a second

Just sit in that comfy nothingness for a moment

And when your ready

Ill count you up

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In a moment im going to count up from 1, all the way up to 5

With every number youll find the watch slowly stop swaying, letting you take back controll of your focus

1

Thats right. The watch starting to slow

2

Feeling your attention and focus return to the world

3

Thoughts starting to trickle back in

4

Deep breath in

And

5

upupup

i write alot of scripts but never release them cause i get unreasonably anxious abt it.

Please do lmk what you think. Feedback, wether good or bad is always appreciated

[okwonyo]

yes i was and i was wondering why it took u so long lol and i clicked the link totally expecting riki, IT WAS (GLASSES) HOON!! jiah u r so mean :( how could u ! ( omg i love the tag :0 need to come up for u too )

yessss i was looking for a jake video for u bc he is ur bf 🙄

sorry .. here is your riki & glasses hoon is just too pretty, needed to remind you this ! :0 and upupup — #JiYun confirmed keke >3<

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1193: More Rest and Snuggles (Danganronpa 2)

8:22 a.m. at Jabberwalk Island: Hajime x Ibuki's Cabin........

'Alarm Beeping'

Hajime: (Wakes Himself Up as He Stops the Alarm Beeping Off From his Phone Before Stretching his Arms Up and Yawning) Okay! Let's see what we got in store for today.....(Checks Out the Schedule Planned and Typed Out on his Phone's List App) Paperwork......Island Meeting.......Video Call Metting involving New Hope's Peak.......Band Practice.........Even more Paperwork........Hm. Seems a lot busier then it was yesterday, but I'm sure I can managed someh-

?????: HAJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!~

Hajime: (Turns to See his Girlfriend, Ibuki Mioda, Laying Next to Him on her Side of his Bed with a Small Smile) Oh, Morning, Ibuki. Never really took you for the early bird.

Ibuki: Uh nooo. Ibuki is a late bird. The latest of all birds and mammals.

Hajime: Pretty sure birds doesn't fit in the mammals category-

Ibuki: Upupup! Ibuki doesn't need to hear any lecture in animal studies right now. (Points at her Boyfriend) And YOU, my darling Hajime, don't need to be up this early in the morning either!

Hajime: ('Sigh') Come on, Ibuki. 8'o clock isn't nearly thar early. (Rubs the Back of hos Head Back and Forth) At.....least depending on which time zone we're currently on.

Ibuki: (Rolls his Eyes) Time Zone, Lime Snoze.

Hajime: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Is "Snoze" even a real wor-

Ibuki: (Extends her Arms Up in the Air) Doesn't matter!! What does, however, is.....(Points at Hajime Again) YOU, mister, are need of a long dseeved and appointed a day off! Especially after all the work you've been doing as of late.

Hajime: (Crosses his Arms) Well, you're definitely not wrong on that front to say the least.....But are you sure I should be taking that day off right now? (Went Back on his Phone) The schedule I listed out here does looks pretty-

Ibuki: Long? Yeah, yeah, I noticed. (Forms a Bright Smile on her Face) Luckily for you, my dear, Ibuki has taken the liberties of convincing our wonderful group of friends/family to do them all for you in your humble place.

Hajime: Is that right?

Ibuki: Yep-Yep-Yep!~ in fact, I've arranged a few buddy systems to help get everything done in a much quicker. I have Fuyu and Peko work on the paperwork......

Jabberwalk Main Office Facility

Fuyuhiko: (Sighs While Pushing Aside a Stack of Filled Out Forms to the Other Side of the Desk He's Sitting At) That's one set down....(Turn Towards a Much Larger Stacks of Unsigned Paperwork on the Other Side of the Desk) A few more to get done, but it's fine. Just gotta keep working om a pace and-

Peko: (Walks By and Places More Paperwork Down on Top of the Unfinished Section) More paperwork is sent.

Fuyuhiko: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Are you fucking-(Pinches the Bridge of his Nose While Groaning in Irritation) I swear, if i didn't know any better, it almost feels like that stupid foundation is trying to kill us all over again.....

Peko: (Giggles a Bit) Perhaps. (Places her Hands onto Both of her Boyfriend's Shoulders and Gently Massages Them a Bit) But just continue to stay calm and remember who we're doing this for.

Fuyuhiko: (Takes a Deep Breath) Right. This is for Hajime.

Peko: (Happily Nodded) Correct. Stay strong, my dear (Gives Fuyuhiko a Kiss on the Cheek) I believe in you.

Fuyuhiko: (Starts Blushing a Bit While Grinning at his Girlfriend) ('Heh') Right back at you. (Gets Himself Up and Gives Peko a Peck on the Lips) Hon~ (Winks a Peko)

Peko: (Genuinely Surprised by the Sudden Kiss Before Turning Away, Blushing, and Smiling a Little) Y-You're too kind~

Hiyoko: (Inthe Background L Ugh! Get a room already!!

.......................................................................................

Ibuki: Sonia and Akane host the Island Gathering..........

Jabberwalk Beach

Sonia: (Happily Hosts the Beach Gathering Meeting as She Uses her Pointer to Tap on a Pie Chart Picture Akane Showing Off to Everyone Else Present) And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why it is very important for each of us to continue to keep this lovely beach in top-tip sha-

'THUD'

The suddenly loud thudding sound was more than enough to cause the Ultimate Princess to shriek in terror while jumping onto Akane's arms, causing her drop the pictures she was holding in her hands.

Akane: (Equally Surprised) What the heck!?

???????: GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SPENDID!!!

The ladies and the audience turns to see their Ultimate Manager, Nekomaru Nidia, laying down on a crated ground, laughing wholeheartedly.

Nekomaru: Ahh man! Been a long while since I've felt THIS much adrenaline smacking me so hard across tye face! You weren't kidding when you said weren't gonna hold any punches, huh Gundham?

Gundham: ('Heh') (Walks Over to the Crate he Created) Of course. There's never been a time of day where someone as powerful as I, Gundham Tanaka, has ever hold back from a challenge, much less from someone as fairly formidable as you I suppose.

Nekomaru: (Chuckles Lightly) D'aww thanks, man! You flatter me. (Puts on a Determined Grin on his Face) But don't think for a second I'm throwing in the towel just-

?????: BOYS!

The duo turns to see their respective girlfriends, Sonia and Akane, glaring at the both of them.

Nekomaru: Oh uhhhh....(Chuckles Awkwardly) Heh-Hey there, ladies!

Gundham: (Turns Away While Covering his Mouth Up with the Scarf He's Wearing) I take it you're....('Clears Throat') N-Not too.....Happy with us, aren't you?

Sonia: (Crosses her Arms) There is not a single smile appear on either of our faces now, is there?

Akane: Yeah! How are you guys having yourselves an intense bout in the middle of the beach and not invite ME along for the chaos! Like, come on!

Sonia: (Turns to Akane with a Pout While Making Angry Princess Noises)

Akane: What? You know how pumped I get when it comes to sparring matches. (Raises an Eyebrow at the Boys) You guys WERE having friendly sparring match, right?

Nekomaru: Yeah.

Gundham: Why wouldn't we be?

Akane: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! Friendly Sparring Match.

Sonia: (Softly Facepalms Herself While Sighing)

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Ibuki: Then, Ibuki let Teruteru handle breakfast, lunch, and dinner like he always do since, you know, he's the Ultimate Cook-

Hajime: Chief, Ibuki.

Ibuki: Cook, Chief, Tomatoes, Tamotoes, same thing! Ooh! And lastly, Ibuki has Nagito and Sodaman handle the video chat meeting with Naegi and Co!

Hajime: (Eyes Widened at What his Girlfriend Just Said) I'm sorry, you assigned NAGITO, of all people, to participate in the same meeting Makoto is apart of?

Ibuki: (Gently Rubs Hajime's Arm) Relax, Haji-Bear. I already said Sodaman is taking part of the meeting too remember? I'm sure it'll go along just fiiine.

Jabberwalk Meeting Office Room

Naegi: (Speaking on Soda's Tablet) So, in conclusion, with our separate ideas, cooperation, and hardwork intertwine, I believe they would all be more than enough to rebuild a much better version of Hope Peak's Academy than it ever was before. Do we have any questions before we continue?

Nagito: (Raises his Hand Up) Excuse me, Naegi-san.

Soda: (Starts Sweating Bullets) (Pleasedon'taskaboutanythingHoperelated Pleasedon'taskabiutanythingHoperelated Pleeeease don't ask about anything Hope-related!)

Nagito: I would like to ask you about classes you will include in the academy

Soda: ('Sighs in Pure Relief') (Ohhh thank god...)

Nagito: (Smiles Brightly) As well as how much Hope you are willing to provide for each one!~

Soda: (DAMN IT!)

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Hajime: ..........You know, maybe I should check up on those two. (Gets Himself Up From the Bed) See how they're doing and what-Woah! (Gets Pulled Back Down on the Bed by Ibuki)

Ibuki: (Comically Glares at Hajime) Not on my watch, mister! You need R&R and you're gonna get it!!

Hajime: Ibuki, I'm only gonna check up on them for a few minutes or so and I'll come back here before you know it, I promise!

Ibuki: (Starts Whining and Singing at the Same Time) Noooooooooooo!~

Hajime: (Sighs While Trying his Hardest Not to Snicker at Ibuki's Cute and Scratchy Vocals) Come on, Ibuki, you gotta trust me on this.

Ibuki: (Gives Hajime a Serious Look on her Face) Do you trust our friends, Hajime? Do you trust me even?

Hajime: (Taken Aback by Ibuki's More Serious Look) What? Ibuki, of course I trust you guys, you're practically family to me. Nagito too, even if I am still iffy on him half the time.

Ibuki: ('Sigh') Yeah, Ibuki always get weird vibes from that guy since day one......(Softens her Serious Demeanor a Bit) It really means a lot that you think so highly of us, Haji. (Rapidly Poking her Boyfriend's Chest) But you need to put more faith in us than that, you big, cute dumb-dumb!!~

Hajime: Will you ease up on the poking already!? ('Sighs in Defeat and Understanding') But you're right. We have been through far too many hells and back to get to where we are right now together. And it's high time that we set aside our doubts and continue to build our trust and bond for a brighter future going forward.

Ibuki: (Nodded in Agreement With a Proud Grin on her Face) ('Hmph') That's right!~ But you wanna know what else you need, Haji?

Hajime: Hm?

Ibuki: (Happily Hugs Her Boyfriend) A nice, relaxing Cuddling Session!~ (Starts Snuggling onto Hajime) Starring your cute, rock n' roll girlfriend who wants to hug and kiss you all day long~ (Starts Puckering Up her Lips)

Hajime: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, come here you~

Hajime leans over to give his girlfriend the make out session she very much deserves.

Ibuki: Oh Hajime~ ('Mmwah') Ibuki loves you ('Mwah') Ohh so much!~ ('Mmmwah')

Hajime: I know~ I love you too, Ibuki. Thank you for convincing me to do this and for....(Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Putting up with a workaholic like myself for so long~

Ibuki: (Giggles Softly) Don't worry about it!~ You know Ibuki always got your back. (Continues Kissing Hajime) Ibuki~ ('Mwah') will never. EVER. Leave your side~ Ever!~ ('Mmwah')

Hajime: Likewise. (Eye's Widened a Bit) But wait, what about our band practice? Didn't you say you have new song you've been working on?

Ibuki: Yeah, but we can postpone our Jam Session for today, I don't mind. Now, give me some more loving!~

Hajime: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, ma'am~

The lovers lay back down on their bed as their relaxing Cuddle Session has now finally begun.

@on-2

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@bestpony666

[valyrfia]

YOU LISTEN TO GLASS ANIMALS? you were one of my favorite blogs anyway but you just moved upupup in my ranking

I'm honoured anon! I listened to Glass Animals in a very turbulent period of my life which just so happened to coincide with a global pandemic. My old housemate sent me Dreamland (the song) back in May 2020 and even now, nothing takes me back as viscerally to the first lockdown as those opening notes. If I'm reminiscing on COVID for something (usually writing purposes) I will use that song to get me back in that headspace...

I then proceeded to see them twice in 2021, which was incredible (It's All So Incredibly Loud was INSANE live, it starts out quiet with low lights and the crowd clapping along to the beat, slowly the lights start to flash, the crowd starts to drift off beat, the sound builds and builds until the entire room is shaking to this DAY one of the most insane live music experiences i've ever had), and just associated them so strongly with lockdown that I couldn't listen to them for a few years, but now I'm back on my bullshit. They're a fantastic band and I could talk about how they create lush soundscapes in their music for AGES, and quite typically for these situations, their worst song went viral. For anyone else reading this who has maybe made it this far and want an example of 'good' Glass Animals that isn't Heat Waves: Gooey, Helium, Mama's Gun, It's All So Incredibly Loud, Cocoa Hooves, The Other Side of Paradise, Intruxx are all great choices. Prepare for some truly wacky production, but that's what makes Glass Animals great.

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Attempting the P:eg/Danganronpa sprite style Part 1

Say hello to my self-insert punching bag. Yes, he does look like the love child between Ingrid, Cara, and Kai Satou from Yttd. I'm useless at character design, shhhh. His animal thing is a bobcat, so his hair is supposed to represent the tuffs. Idk. Representative of the sickly twinks out there.

You can skip this, it's just a bit of information about him so he can be somewhat of a character before I attempt upupup a body's been discovered on him. It's old information that never got finished. Not going to finish it, he's dead.

Uh. Yeah.

Will do something Jett related before the year ends 👍

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

18+ a little happy birthday blurb for @loveshotzz 🧡

Steve’s breath was a ragged thing, gasping and ruined. “Honey, we’re gonna be late.”

You only hummed, leaning over the centre console of Steve’s car until the stick shift dug into the soft of your tummy. The awkward angle didn’t stop you from mouthing at Steve’s jawline, pressing dirty kisses to his throat, nose nudging into the space under his ear until the car lurched a little.

“Easy on the gas, Harrington,” you murmured. “You’ll put us into a ditch, never mind late.”

Steve huffed out a laugh but the sound got choked off as your hand ran up the length of his thigh, denim rippling under your fingertips until they were climbing over his crotch, the material tightening as he got harder with every passing minute.

“Nancy’s got a dinner planned,” he groaned, lips parting and cheeks turning rosy as you kept up your kisses, palming over the metal of his zipper. The road was quiet, thankfully, because Steve was crawling at fifteen miles under the speed limit. Hopper has been unfortunate enough to pull you both over too many times now. “Robin baked a cake,” he added weakly.

“And that’s very sweet of them,” you murmured. “We’ll get there, eventually. You don’t wanna pull over?”

You were being awful, touching and teasing and kissing and relishing in the way Steve breathed a little heavier when you slid back into your seat and let your skirt skin up your thighs.

“S’your birthday,” Steve tried to reason, but his gaze was flickering from the road ahead to the sight of your fingers pulling at your hem. “Baby. You’re gonna get me in trouble if I don’t get you there on time.”

You grinned, unbothered because knowing your friends, Eddie would be late, Jonathan would be scrambling for a new roll of film, Robin would’ve dropped something and Nancy would be cleaning it up.

“Exactly,” you pouted. Your fingers curled into the soft material of your skirt, hitching it upupup until you heard Steve swear. “I’m the birthday girl. Shouldn’t we be doing what I wanna do?”

Steve couldn’t bite back his smile and he conceded, nodding, the car slowing to a stop at a traffic light. “What does the birthday girl wanna do then, huh?”

You grinned back, taking the few seconds you had left as the light sat at red to curl your fingers between Steve’s. You tugged, gentle, guiding his hand to your bare leg and risking upwards, his knuckles bumping under your skirt until his fingers were pressed with yours against the seam of your cunt.

“You.”

Steve pulled over not even half a mile down the road, the car kicking up dirt as he crunched into a space between some trees, letting you pull him into the backseats with a litany of cursed. He said your name like a prayer, demanding that you lay back for him, greedy as he spread your legs and put his mouth on you. He hummed the tune of ‘happy birthday’ as he kissed across your thighs, licking at the lacy band of your underwear until you squealed and laughed at his nonsense.

The noise died when he tugged then aside, though, pressing open mouth kisses to your cunt, tongue licking across your clit, his big hands holding your hips and pinning you to the chair when you tried to buck up.

And if you were a little late, well, it was worth it.

[jojojooo33]

Dib, somehow having an actual conversation with the Tallest: there was one time Zim stole a bunch of people's organs--

Tallest Purple, cutting him off: upupup. I, don't doubt that it happened. But also, I don't want to hear about it.

Dib: I... (thinking about the horrors) Yeah okay...

[lesless]

Summer

Maybe it’s all the windows open, or the comforter swaying on the line after a winter well-served. Maybe it’s the textured look of the linen sheets we purchased months ago when we were dreaming of warmer days, sprawled at last in a welcoming stretch across the bed. Maybe, the sweet purple flowers on the bush out back, maybe, the defiant dandelions reaching upupup after mowing last week, maybe dappled sun between dancing leaves, maybe the breeze. Maybe, it’s how the warmth of my coffee begs for ice instead. Maybe, it’s the wool blanket folded neatly in the wicker basket. Maybe, the light of dawn creeping into earlier hours, the light of dusk lingering in a pleasant farewell, like a friend reluctant to depart after time well-spent. Maybe.

[bluu3berry]

Imagine being tall couldn’t be me

MOTH BLUU... MOFFF

Looks like I'm asking for a hug, or like PICK ME UP UPIES UPUPUP

Also fun fact moth Bluu is only 1 foot tall since their a bug, AND A BUG BE THAT MWEHEHEH oml wait you kinda made a reference with a front, back and side .o.

I SHOULD MAKE A MOFF BLUU THINGIE WAAAHHH I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW MEEE 😭

🩷💝💖💓💗💗💗💗

[bblrap]

upupup nowhere but up from here upup up where the clouds gonna clear upup nowhere but up from here woooah yeahyeahyeah yeahyeahyeah yeahyeahyeaheyeaheyeah