*grumble grumble* my photos are being annoying
LOOK AT THE COOL DUDES, I feel like Jax would try and make Wally commit as many crimes as possible with his eye eating powers
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Coroika Splatoon but it’s PHIGHTING! Roblox
Hi to my Coroika and phighting fans so how are we feeling about this one
cooked these up in a few hours! These honestly didn’t really take that long at all and were really fun to do since I got to play around with some charcoal brushes (I love doing everything in my power to NOT use midtones lmfao).
I tired to mimic the style of the manga a bit and I think i did relatively okay! I have a lot more of these planned so yeah >:3! Really excited to get to do them sometime
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some thoughts about Steddie and blowing kisses
It started as all things do with them, as a joke. He doesn't know when it started but it did, as part of his routine when he leaves Robin he blows her a kiss. Just a touch of his fingers to his mouth and a wave of his hand. Nothing elaborate. And Robin's response is equally routine, pretends to grab it and stick it in her shirt pocket.
Everyone is used to it, nothing new, just part of their relationship. Eddie is hanging out at family video with them both when Steve goes to take his break outside, desperate for some fresh air after being stuck in the stuffy store. As he is heading out the door, he sends Robin a kiss, she puts up her hand to catch it and that's when the routine changes. Eddie vaults over a display table of tapes and mimes grabbing the kiss and eating it. He’s like a wild animal, snorting and snuffling crouched on the ground, looking up at Steve when he's finished with a deranged smile
'Thanks for that Stevie, I was starving.'
Both Robin and Steve are trying so desperately not to laugh but they can't help it, Steve stumbles out the front door with a 'what the fuck' coming out between the gasps for air and Robin is applauding Eddie from inside the store. Eddie obviously gives a dramatic and over the top bow.
Eddie is involved in the kiss routine from then on and the response is always a surprise. Steve has witnessed his air kisses being hit by an imaginary bat achieving a home run with Eddie doing a victory lap around the parking lot, being clutched out of the air and stuffed in Eddie's back pocket 'for later', caught in Eddie's hands and let out the window like an unwanted insect, inhaled in like a hoover, cowered against and fought like it was a life threatening dragon 'Sir Steve, Lady Buckley stay close! I will slay the beast!'
They escalate and escalate until one day Eddie is standing next to Steve when he blows the kiss. Steve anticipates his response, he'd be lying if he said he's now only really blowing these kisses to see what Eddie will do, see the smile it brings to the other boy's face and tries to push down the butterflies in his own stomach when Eddie sends a wink to Steve at the end of the performance. This time though? Eddie pretends to grab the kiss out of the air, places it to his cheek, with a blush creeping up from his neck and leans forward. He leans and lets his lips brush Steve's cheek in return. Steve is frozen solid, trying desperately not to let his legs buckle in surprise and feels Eddie smile as he whispers 'figured I better start returning these. think I've got a lot to make up for.'
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Unfamiliar Territory
CW: Emotional angst, recovering from serious injuries, mentions of unwilling captivity, mentions of previous starvation, hunger, stomach growling, famine, mentions of food insecurity, economic inequality.
“We should stop here.”
Bix glanced up, an eyebrow raised at Tahir’s suggestion.
“Here.” He said questioningly. “In the middle of the woods on the road outta the city?”
“Where else do you propose we stop to rest? Obviously we’ll not be camping in the middle of the road either, we’ll go off the path a ways.” Tahir insisted, beginning to lead the other off the trail. Bix sighed and hobbled along after him.
“I propose we keep going.” The harpy mocked. “There ain’t no reason to stop yet, especially since the guard could be followin’ us.” He argued as Tahir glanced back at his compatriot to observe him. His lame leg, his thin frame only supported by a makeshift cane, his wings still stiff and missing patches of white feathers.
“You need rest. I hardly believe you should even be walking right now, and if the circumstances didn’t call for such then I’d see to it that you wouldn’t be.” He scouted out the surrounding forest, looking for a place they could settle that would be a safe distance away from the road. “I’ve also got a feeling that you wouldn’t ask to stop unless I brought it up.”
Bix scoffed. “Shove it. Just say your poor princely legs were getting tired.”
“We have been walking all day. I could certainly do with some rest.” Bix huffed in response. He hated when someone else was right, but even if he wanted to argue further he honestly didn’t think his body could hold out the way he wanted it to. He was only working with one leg, and even though he wouldn’t admit it, just walking was taking quite a bit out of him.
“Fine. Here is good.” He insisted suddenly, plopping down on the forest floor and crossing his arms. Tahir stopped short and nodded, sitting down with him. There was a stretch of awkward silence shared in the darkness, but it wasn’t long before it was broken by a low rumbling. Tahir flushed, grateful for the darkness hiding his embarrassment as he slid a hand over his stomach. Bix snorted.
“Not used to going hungry, huh, your highness?” He mocked.
Tahir shook his head. “I am, actually. People of the Undercommons believe that rulers have no right to their resources, especially not in times of hardship. So if the people are starving, then so are their rulers.” He explained. Bix’s smugness was all but wiped off his face.
“Oh… So uh, things have been tough down there, huh?” Answering for him, Tahir’s stomach gave another deep, empty growl. He stiffened and clenched his hand over it a bit tighter.
“I was at that meeting to negotiate a trade agreement on behalf of my father. It was the first diplomatic excursion he entrusted to me… And then I had the opportunity to meet Dr. Silverstein but I- I couldn’t have imagined that she was conducting her studies so inhumanely…” He looked over at Bix with a hint of pity, and Bix fully avoided his gaze.
“So I’m guessing there wasn’t a trade agreement considerin’ you stole me from their Grand Mage.” Tahir shook his head, and Bix finally mustered the courage to glare at him.
“You didn’t have to help me, y’know. I never asked you to. Because now you’re in deep shit with The Kingdom of Light.”
“And the Undercommons.” Tahir added. “This could very well be seen as an act of aggression and cause an international dispute.”
“Jeez, Tahir! If saving me means you start a goddamn war then you should’ve left me behind!” He snapped, but Tahir shook his head again.
“I refuse to have diplomatic relations with a kingdom that can condone such cruelty.” Tahir spat, standing up and beginning to gather twigs. His stomach was still rumbling, but he seemed intent on taking his mind off of it. “They can scarcely provide for their own people regardless. I’ve walked their streets, there are people starving in them. I would be a thief to their people, taking food from them to feed my own.”
This time Bix’s stomach grumbled, and he groaned and flopped back onto the ground. His hands came to rest on his concave middle. “Yeah well, I actually was a thief before all this, so I’ve got you beat. And quit talkin’ about food and feedin’ people. I’m starving too…”
Tahir looked over at the exhausted harpy with a frown as he set his bundle of kindling on the ground. He snapped his fingers, producing a small flame and setting it ablaze. The hungry flame quickly grew and illuminated the drow’s dark silvery skin, his smooth black horns reflecting some of the dancing light. As he sat down beside Bix again, his eyes drifted curiously down to the smaller man’s tummy.
“Is it true that harpies have faster metabolisms than landlocked folk?”
Bix glared at Tahir again. “Ain’t you the number-one fanboy of Silverstein’s research? You tell me.”
“Not anymore I’m not…” Tahir said, somewhat ashamedly. “I’m simply curious as to what it’s like from your perspective. I’d rather learn from you than from her.” He explained with a small smile. Bix sighed and looked up at the treeline, watching the leaves intently.
“Yeah, if you wanna use the fancy science term then we do. We gotta stay light so we can fly, so we’ve got small stomachs but we still digest stuff real quick so we’re never really too full to fly.” Bix explained, wincing as his stomach growled desperately. “If you ask me, I think I got screwed. I always feel hungry…”
“I can imagine.” Tahir said sympathetically, a hand still resting on his own belly. “Silverstein’s research did mention an optimal meal plan for maintaining weight, though. Six meals a day, spread out evenly.” Bix barked a laugh at that.
“Is that what she spent all that fuckin’ time studyin’ me for? I coulda told her that.” He didn’t try to hide the spite in his tone that he surely felt towards the doctor. “But eatin’ like that takes time and money that I don’t got, so I’ll have to pass.” Tahir looked him over again with those worried green eyes.
“I’m not short on coin, just so you’re aware.” Bix sat bolt upright, still glaring at the prince as his feathers ruffled in agitation.
“I’m not a fuckin’ charity case.”
“I never said you were, I just want to-“
“You want to what? Help the poor little harpy? Pamper me and make me like your little pet?” Tahir was taken aback by the sudden accusation. However, he supposed he couldn’t blame the other if he didn’t want to extend his trust just yet. They’d barely known each other for two days.
He just couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to Bix while he was with Dr. Silverstein to make him think that way.
“I do want to help you, but not in the way you think I want to. I want to help you recover, and find your siblings. That’s all.” Bix stared at him, searching his expression for any hint of deceit. When he found none, he still narrowed his eyes skeptically.
“Why?”
“Why not? It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?”
Bix’s feathers slowly smoothed back out, but he still scoffed and flopped back down onto his back.
“Lame answer.”
Tahir smiled slightly and set a few more sticks in the fire before carefully lying down beside Bix.
“I told you the truth, I don’t know what more you want from me.”
Bix’s stomach rumbled, and he rubbed it irritatedly.
“Some food would be swell, actually.” He said with a pout.
“Well, if we ever get desperate we could always eat wings.” Tahir joked, looking over at the harpy. Bix gasped and smacked the other’s arm.
“Not fuckin’ funny!” He snapped, though he was smiling just a bit. Tahir chuckled and rubbed where he’d been hit.
They still had a lot to learn about each other, but for a moment, the road ahead didn’t look so bad.
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Would you guys like to see me stylize (redesign? Idk man.)other kirby characters?
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👀
My wips are a mess because now I just collect every possible option that might turn into something (cuz you might never know which one will be that little bit of the right kind of inspiration, yeah?)and so I now keep literally everything and erase nothing ^^; I’ve got a “vampire AU” square on my bobadin bingo card tho, so some version of this is going to happen before March, I just don’t know yet which and it’s driving me insane! But I will hopefully make up my mind soon
Send me a 👀 and I’ll post a snippet of Wip I never got around to finish this year
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Why did it take me so long to realize the reason why Milk Cookie is so buff is because of the whole “milk gives you strong bones and makes you stronger” thing?
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Just wanted to let everybody know: ancient ties has tools now
want to comprehend this post? tags. Why did I write it all in tags
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some more stuff abt the future!stingray au
- a bunch of the more notable inmates (ie. ash, nicky, gary and bird) have been promoted to high-ranking minions/commanders for stingray’s army. promoting a bunch of random convicts to lead/command an army has gone exactly as well as you’d expect (read: very poorly), but stingray keeps them around anyway because they can lead the stingtroopers competently enough to hold off the ultrajail/superprison alliance.
- the resistance can’t definitively decide on whether their team name is “ultrajail” or “superprison”. they’ve taken to calling it both just so the warden will stop starting this argument.
- the inmates of superjail and ultraprison are supposed to be fighting against stingray on the side of their respective prisons, but their numbers (in terms of inmates and minor staff members) have been decimated, with a fuckton of their respective inmates defecting from the side of the prisons and joining stingray instead (because why wouldn’t they, the warden/mistress basically drafted them and treated them as cannon fodder, plus stingray’s promising them a lot of perks if they join his side)
- of course, stingray’s not much better in that regard, since unless they have a particularly useful set of abilities, most inmates/minor staff start out as stingtroopers and he views those as completely expendable.
- fang is still around, but he barely grew bigger than he is in canon (it turns out that only female crynoks get giant as adults). stingray still spoils him like he is a giant monster by giving him a giant enclosure to himself and feeding his enemies to him.
- this au still uses the “(almost) nobody dies permanently” rule and things are regularly reset back to the status quo if they get too bad. unfortunately, the status quo is still a very bad situation.
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Was meant to be writing and ended up doing a sketch thing for my au,,
For those who can’t read the text, it reads ‘Canonverse Chuuya’, and ‘Backstory Swap au Dazai’
Edit: attempted to space them out better bc tumblr killed the quality 💀
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my pasta is MID my pickles is ONE my game is UNPLAYABLE weem jeem the meatsnake plush is DELAYED i have to return an ITEM i am having a CRISIS
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Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe.
"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”
The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.
"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.
Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.
He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.
"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”
You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.
Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.
His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”
Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.
“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.
Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.
Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights.
“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”
Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.
“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”
Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.
Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"
You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist.
"Ah, fuck—b-but–"
Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach.
"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.
Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.
He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."
The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”
Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.
Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.
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Snow With A Bimbo Reader
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summary | Coryo loves how dumb you are. It makes him look even smarter
warnings | toxic!coryo, dumb!reader, slight innocent!reader, smut, slight housewife!reader
this is an eighteen plus fic. minors do not enter
divider by @princessbellecerise
When he first met you at the academy, it was safe to say that from the moment he saw you, Snow was obsessed
You weren’t in the same class as him, though there was really no reason you ought to be because you were not nearly as smart as the other students, but he still noticed you in some classes
Coryo figured that your parents must have bought your way in, because bless your heart you are so dumb
When he first meets you, it’s almost pitiful how he notices that you’re nowhere near his academic level, but that’s okay because you sure are pretty
And despite being insanely attracted to power and intelligence, Coryo finds himself focusing all his attention on you
He can’t think of anything else in class other than the way your pretty little face scrunches up because you’re not understanding any of it, or the way your lips pout because you’re beyond lost
You’re just so beautifully stupid and cute and Coryo can’t stop thinking about how he can’t wait to get his claws into you
So at first he starts by tutoring you as way to get closer to you
God knows that you need it, and when he offers of course you accept because hello—everyone knows that Snow is on top
So, he begins to tutor you, and that’s all it is at first
A few flirty remarks here and there, like him telling you your hair looks pretty or your outfit fits you nice
Nothing too crazy, but the more time Coryo spends with you, the more you drive him insane
He has amazing self control because even though he wants to do nothing but grab you and kiss you the entire time you’re talking, he holds himself back
He takes it slow as to not scare you or confuse your dumb little mind. After all, you can only process so much
Which is why he doesn’t actually tutor you—not the hard stuff anyways. He just finds little easy thing for you to accomplish so he can watch as your face lights up when you solve something he’s done a million times before
He builds you up before he plans on breaking you down, before he plans on molding you into his perfect partner
Coryo will gain your trust at first and only when he’s got it will he strike
Like a snake, you don’t even see his plan or see him coming until he’s right there in front of you, poisoning you with his sweet lips and kissing you one day
It comes so sudden for you that you’re shocked, not even kissing him back till he’s squeezing your jaw a little so you let him in
He’ll kiss you deeply so that you can feel what he feels for you, so that you know just how desperately he wants you
Through his lips, he’ll spread his venom, and since you’re not smart enough to even know that you’ve been bit, you fall for it easily
You kiss him back, and your giggles when you pull away make Coryo smirk. He loves seeing you nervous around him and fuck; does he love tasting your pretty lips
Once you start agree to start dating him, it’s already too late for you. And for Coryo, it’s just the beginning
Coryo already has plans that you’re not apart of, but he’s excited to carry them out because you are everything that he needs
He needs someone that won’t question him, that will obey him and do everything he says. He needs to be in charge and with you, he is
Like a good little girl, you do everything Coryo tells you to do. Miss class for him, sit on his lap, stop doing your assignments
Pretty soon, he’s got it to where all you do is hang out with him. Make plans with him. Do things for him
He’s got you wrapped around his finger and you don’t even know it. You’re just so happy with him that you don’t even question it when he tells you to quit
“Leave the academy and I’ll take care of you. I promise,” Is what Coryo says, so you do
You stop attending class, you drop out and slowly you move from your home to be with Coryo in his
It’s a little packed, but you make it work especially with Tigris and his grandmother
They both adore you, though Tigris is a little concerned with you dropping out. She’ll try and persuade you to continue your education but don’t worry—Coryo will never let that happen
When you tell him Tigris’ words, he simply scoffs and tells you that pretty girls like you don’t belong in academics. You don’t belong in that terrible, toxic work force
No, no, you deserve to stay home and to serve him. An easy job, he convinces you, and a soft life
“It’s what you deserve,” He tells you, so you give up on the idea of returning
Instead, you stay at home and wait for Coryo day and night. During the days, you’ll cook, clean and during the nights you’ll be there for him
In the privacy of your now shared bedroom is where he fucks you, the mattress squeaking from how hard he pounds into your tight cunt
Coryo loves it when you whine and beg, crying out how he’s too big for you
He loves to hear you praise him and for you to stroke his ego. With a hand wrapped around your throat, he’ll fuck you until you’re screaming his name into the mattress and until you realize that you belong to him
The love bites and marks he leaves on your thighs are a constant reminder. He tells you that you should be lucky, grateful that you don’t have to use your head anymore
Grateful to have someone like him to take care of you, and you are. Coryo gives you a life that people can only dream about
Once he becomes President of Panem, you’re spoiled with riches that you didn’t even know existed. Diamonds, silks, luxurious foods
And the best part is, all you have to do is smile and wave. After all, you are his best asset
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