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zenithian-conquest · 1 year
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is this anything
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funkscop1997 · 1 year
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Hi I am going around to everyone who reblogged that post with tags: please use this ask as an excuse to ramble about your ocs I want to hear about them
OK SO IM WORKING ON A MORE ELABORATE GOOGLE DOC BUT FOR NOW. i have this post which i totally didn't spend a million years looking for........ thanks for taking interest in my silly characters I hold them very dear to me >_<
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mel-kusanagi · 1 year
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there's always a kiss scene that usually happens while the movie starts to end, right?
aka how beyond the spiderverse ends
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popsicle-stick · 5 months
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society if vampire lucy survived as the mirror to dracula with her 3 weed smoking vampiric boyfriends
✨commissions open ✨
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 7 months
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you’re watching the maury show on your computer when katsuki marches into your room without a word and flops down next to you on your bed.
“ hello to you, too.” you snort. his words are muffled by your sheets but you’re about 90% sure he told you to shut up, you ignore it.
he lays face down on your bed for a while not saying anything and you know he’s had a long day and wants to be close to you without actually talking. you don’t mind, you’ll give him his space until he reaches out himself.
and he does after a little bit, turning his head around to face you as he looks from you to your computer screen, eyes focusing on the woman screaming that the man she cheated on her husband with was 100% not the father of her baby, mixed with the cheers of the audience.
he looks at you and raises a brow “ what’s happenin ?”
“ lady cheated on her husband with his brother.” you respond.
“ his brother ?” he repeats. his eyebrows furrow and you know he’s hooked. if there’s one thing katsuki loves but will never admit he does, it’s trash tv.
you nod, grinning somewhat evilly “his brother. now they’re trying to find out which one’s the father.”
he hums, scooting himself closer to you so he can see the screen too. he flips himself around so his neck isn’t craned at that awkward angle anymore and settles himself down right next to you. hook, line and sinker.
he wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves his head in your neck, breathing you in. you both don’t say anything. “do you want me to play it from the beginning for you ?” he shakes his head in your neck. you reach your hand up to scratch at his scalp and you smile when he sighs. he holds you a little tighter, pressing feather light kisses into your neck.
katsuki’s never been good at expressing himself with any other emotion that isn’t anger. it makes him feel stupid and weak and soft. he’s had a long fucking day and he doesn’t wanna talk about it, simply wanting to indulge in you but he can’t tell you that, can’t find the words to, so he tries to find other ways to tell you and he hopes you understand and you do.
katsuki’s thankful for you because sometimes he wants to talk, wants to open up about what’s bothering him but sometimes he doesn’t. he doesn’t and you don’t pry when you know he doesn’t and he’s so thankful for you. he presses kisses on your skin and soft bites at your flesh to convey just how thankful he is, how grateful he is for having you. he hopes every warm press of his lips against your skin can convey how much he loves you loving him. and it does, because you turn your head and kiss the side of his head so sweetly and he knows you’re it for him.
he’ll tell you all of this one day, he promises. he’ll tell you all the thoughts swimming around in his head one day, but he hopes this’ll do for now. and unknowingly to him, it absolutely does.
he pulls his head out of your neck and kisses you hard on the cheek one, two, three times and you giggle. you feel him smile into your cheek when he kisses you a fourth time.
“fuck’re they screamin’ about ?” he says and you turn to look back at the screen. the woman is yelling at her husband’s brother vehemently denying the possibility of him being her baby’s father. you feel a little bad for laughing. “ she says he’s not the dad” you answer.
he clicks his tongue “ why the fuck is she on the show then.” he says, turning his attention back to your computer but his grip on you stays secure. you press yourself a little closer to him.
you’re still smiling lightly when you look back at your screen, simply shrugging. “ she said something about her having more sex with her husband than with him.” you answer and he snorts.
“ ten bucks neither one of them’s the father.”
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starstruckodysseys · 5 months
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junior year is for the burnt out gifted kids. for the kids who tried so hard and got nothing in return. for the kids who worked and worked and worked with no end in sight. no reward. you succeed at things thought impossible and yet you end up in the same place as everyone else. you’re not really advanced. you’re not really a savior. you’re just a kid.
you’re just a kid, and you’re so, so tired.
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petricorah · 10 months
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thumbnail vs final. honestly not sure which i like more 😆 [ids in alt]
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northernfireart · 28 days
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Rose overload!!!
original below the cut!
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friendlyengie · 9 months
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trying to remember how to. Draw these guys.
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mugentakeda · 6 months
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modern au holiday cheer in the fire family household
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habken · 2 years
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middle school deku fighting the toughest battles
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zenithian-conquest · 1 year
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forgot to post this
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funkscop1997 · 1 year
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at4ri
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meownotgood · 11 days
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"you can sit back and watch."
aki's voice is smooth, low — distinctly sultry, with a deep tone that sends shivers down your spine. but his breathing is choppy, betraying his established composure. he exhales a slow sigh, before he leans back into his seat, letting himself get more comfortable.
grasping the neat diamond of his tie, he pulls gently, until it becomes loose around his collar. he rolls his shoulders back, untensing. his hand then moves to his belt; the metal buckle jingles as he unclasps it. he's spreading his legs wider when it's discarded, and he's working on the zipper of his slacks next. he pulls his pants down his hips, and carefully, almost hesitantly, his shaky palm presses to the thick outline tenting his briefs.
his reaction is immediate: a sharp, pleasant inhale that makes his head go dizzy. aki trembles, his skin flush with heat, and he palms himself through his briefs with an unhurriedness you find almost aggravating. his eyes are already heavy. he pants — quiet, desperate breaths — gaze focused on the movement of his hand instead of you, leaving you to fruitlessly shuffle in your chair while aki teases himself. the fabric of his briefs is damp and messy. when he finally stops, steadying, he fully takes his palm away. he lets his length throb against his thigh for a while, teeth gritted, brows in a knot. he only takes his cock out once the pounding of his own heart in his ears has dulled to something manageable.
and he's hard, he's thick and heavy in his palm. aki swallows, adam's apple bobbing. his bangs are a mess in his face, his dress shirt wrinkled beyond repair and hastily pushed up to expose his stomach. every slow pump of his hand has his breath coming out louder, pretty groans slipping past his parted lips at each brush of his palm over the swollen, sensitive head. precum dirties his fingers, it echoes slick sounds in tune with his movements. and fuck, you're watching him, you're sitting obediently at the edge of your seat with your hand over your mouth, as your eyes rake over every inch of him.
you're watching him pleasure himself. watching aki jerk off in front of you while his cock aches with how badly he needs more, needs to be inside of you. he feels faint, almost. his skin is drenched in sweat. he drags his gaze up to yours, and he keeps it there. you're so pretty, so perfect. he would give anything to see that lovely face washed over in pleasure, to hear your voice begging for him to give you everything you want.
he strokes himself a bit faster, hand tensed to form a prominent vein on his wrist; he should be fucking you, should be buried deep inside you while your hands tangle in his hair and your legs wrap around his back. he would give you all of him, every last inch between messy kisses and soft I love yous.
his eyes rest on yours while he strokes himself, hips jutting into his grip. it's almost too much for you. you're threatening to snap at the quickening of aki's breath, and at the way he mumbles your name like a plea, his fist working over his needy cock with reckless abandon. but suddenly, he stops. he lets go, leaving his cock to rest against his stomach. his chest heaves, his breath wild and heavy.
aki's head spins from the effort of edging himself. he meets your eyes once more.
"touch yourself," he gasps, words shaky, eyelids fluttery. "please."
for @amethystsoda <3
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omelettemom · 1 month
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Jean Grey and her daughters
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cubesugarss · 9 months
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happy alkaloiding
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