here’s another one of these drabbles i’ve had floating around for a while @jericholeader​

The trial had been going for months -- over a year.  

The courtroom was crowded, public gallery packed with media and people who either had some tenuous connection to one of the parties (Markus, or the police officers being charged with his attempted murder) or who had simply been one of the first in line to take up the last few seats in the public gallery. The judge was solemn. The officers had been brought out from somewhere within the court, being held there during their trial (they’d been released, initially, and used the opportunity to extend their trial with a second charge). Connor sat in the right side of the courtroom, beside Markus, with Carl Manfred on his other side. Carl was a good man. Markus’ hospitalisation, and the courtroom dates, had not been an ideal way to get to know him. 

Connor was holding his hand, because Markus’ had been too deliberately-calm, flat against his own knee and falsely-comfortable.  There were many good reasons to be waiting, today, as there had been many good reasons to be waiting this past year in its entirety. Sitting here holding his hand was a sort of truce.

It had happened, now. They’d gone through everything. There was nothing left here, for this case, the jury had been deliberating just over seven hours and they’d just called to say they had a verdict. Seven hours was fast, for a jury’s deliberation. It was rarely good news for the defendant, when it was that fast.

Connor didn’t say as much out loud, because the last thing they needed was him to jinx it.

There were five separate charges, of varying severity. The first charge listed, the charge of theft (they’d emptied out his wallet): not guilty. The second charge, relating to their misuse of police property and weapons, outside of their scheduled shifts: not guilty.

Connor slipped his fingers through Markus’, a firmer grip on his hand.

Assault with a deadly weapon -- guilty.

Two counts of attempted murder --

guilty.

That was it. Just those words. “As to the two counts of attempted murder,” and the word, “Guilty,” and Connor would wonder, in the years to come, about the flash of surprise: the flash of how he had thought he’d need to ready himself for a different outcome. Two counts, both charges, both times it had stuck -- the lesser things did not matter, both times.  Connor let out a breath, ragged, not really a celebration but a breath nonetheless, and he turned to repeat the word for Markus, free hand on Markus’ upper arm: “Guilty.”

Guilty.

so important to me that Y’shtola is a rude little beast who grew up in a cave. she just happens to look like a beautiful socialite but she did grow up with one old woman in a cave learning mildly illegal magic

it's 3.9!!!!!!!!! world is hers

GUN LOG FILE [?????]—a hedgehog that sprouted from the ground (so records say). in truth, 'sprout' is the result of a black arms egg that came into contact with certain biodata in its time before hatching.

or some shit <3 they've since escaped from GUN confinement and .... god knows what's going on now.

nah bc hazel despised the gods she thought her dad was an asshole she thought cursing ppl (children especially) was a dick move she is NOT sweet and submissive the part of her life where she kept her head down and did as she was told is OVER and she sided w the gods bc she had beef w gaea not bc she cared abt the gods

just another kiss kiss, bc I am boring like that

MDNI; threesome, dub con or noncon to be safe, mfm, double penetration one hole

18+ only

satoru cums first. despite the loss of feelings in your limbs you can feel the way his dick twitches inside of you, against the heavy drag of suguru's length. suguru grunts, caught between a groan and a sharp breathe at the additional friction inside of your snug hole, which had already been a difficult enough fit for the both of them. but you hadn't had time to protest, nothing more than a limp rag doll for them to adjust as they pleased. suguru and satoru had already fucked four orgasms out of you, the first had been on suguru's tongue, the second on both of their fingers (which had already been too tight. that should've warned you for what was to come), the third and fourth on your knees for satoru, straddling suguru, face pressed into the crook of suguru's neck as he pumped his own cock pressed into your abdomen, hot and heavy. you had been practically immobile, forced to take satoru's relentless, bruising pace while apologies flew out of your mouth. i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry—

you weren't sure what you had been apologizing for. just that suguru and satoru were angry. you never know what to do when they get in a mood like this. just that you should take what they give you even if you think you might pass out from exhaustion. you aren't built like them, one orgasm already brings you overwhelmed and overstimulated to tears. three has you overextended. but if it makes them happy you'll do it. you had been quieted when suguru had taken you by the neck and pulled you to his lips, forcing your mouth open, tongue thrusting into your mouth in a manner that almost mimic'd satoru's own assault on your cunt. he's angry, you think. satoru is the more tempestuous of the two, but suguru's anger runs deep and long. a thing to be nursed and fed, like kindling to a undying fire. the two of them are mad, and you wonder what you've done.

you had cum. again and then again, body weightless. satoru had too, but you hadn't even noticed until you felt a familiar fullness inside of you. suguru had gotten up, readjusted you so that you had been back to his chest, and then lifted you hips to slowly push into you, murmuring that you just had it take it one more time. that it'd be over soon. you're too lightheaded to say anything. suguru's kisses had left your breathless, dizzy. and then satoru is in front of you, spreading your legs wide, wider, wider. you don't know what they're doing until satoru is bullying his way into your dripping pussy, already swollen and sensitive and full with suguru that you choke.

it won't fit. it won't fit. it won't fit. panic. suguru is big enough. but the two of them might split you open. you don't think you'll recover. your hands scrabble at satoru's lower abdomen at a futile attempt to stop him, but suguru collects your wrists with a hand, holding them tight. that's when you realize there will be no mercy from suguru.

"take it," satoru spits out, eyes flaring bright like a beacon warning of incoming calamity. "take all of us. we'll give you everything." and then he kisses you, biting your lip and it's a mixture of blood and saliva and more sickly suffocating heat.

you weakly hiccup into satoru's mouth as he bottoms out inside of you with a harsh breathless fuck. he looks wild, half crazed at the impossibly tight fit. you can feel him, feel suguru, feel them together. they fit. they fit. suguru's grip becomes ironclad on your thigh keeping you spread, around your wrists, but you hear the exhale that leaves his mouth in ecstasy.

you've never been so full before. every small movement, breathe, twitch, pressing into you, sends sparks of pure white heat, overloading your body. you tighten around the two of them and satoru's jaw tightens, eyebrows pressing together like it's taking everything in him not to fuck you senseless with suguru. taking turns cumming into you until you're until you're begging him to stop because you might get pregnant, because you might pass out. you're terrified, but even terror is nothing in the face of the onslaught of pleasure only satoru and suguru can give you. you sob, eyes fluttering shut, and then cum again. you don't want to look at suguru, the slight distension of your stomach, where suguru and satoru have permanently marked you forever.

"moving," is the only warning satoru throws out before he pulls out just enough, length covered in your slick, and slams himself back into you with a viciousness that makes you keen. you jerk, or. you would. if suguru's hands hadn't been secured around your hips, forcing satoru into the pace he sets with your body. it doesn't matter what your hands do, what you cry out, suguru and satoru are seeing this through the end. you are not coming out unscathed.

you are almost limp between them, eyes heavy lidded, when suguru starts to pump into you. you are never empty, continuously full, milking their cocks for all they're worth. satoru is thrusting in when suguru pulls out, their hips snapping into yours at a pace impossible to match, so deep you can feel hitting places they shouldn't. sticky lines of cum connect your overfilled cunt to their cocks as they retreat, fucking satoru's leftover cum back into you. you think you might really die.

"you gonna cum for us?" satoru mutters. "one more time."

suguru murmurs your name into your ear. you feel teeth on your ear, the slow drag of his lips down to your neck, before another bruise joins the many on your neck. he might even have kissed it before his hand presses down on your lower stomach, pushes against satoru's outline. a strangled moan is ripped out of your throat as satoru curses.

the string snaps. you feel a rush of heat to your thighs as your breath hitches in your throat. it's all you can muster as you cum, yet again. your walls tighten around them, squeezing, and satoru's exhale sounds like laughter. it's like you want us to stay. maybe we should just give it to her, suguru. the aftershocks of your cumulative orgasms have your senses thrown off kilter. hearing is hard. there's a buzzing in your ears. you barely hear the rest of his words and suguru's reply. we could—

satoru cums first. suguru joins him. you whimper. they both fill you with so much cum that you know you'll be feeling for days after. every time you sit down, you'll have to change into new panties. you almost dread that they'll have to eventually pull out. it'll be endless. satoru's eyes are trained on you. you can feel suguru's gaze. it's the last thing you see before your eyes flicker shut.

Day 127 is a bunch of unfinished pieces and wip

So sorry that I can't do a solid art, I'm just so stuck with ideas, I think I might take a break

ppl who speak of anime like vile den of irredeemable misogyny where a decent female character appears once in a thousand years must be living in some crazy opposite universe bc in my experience it’s the western writers who are STILL struggling with the one woman they have and she always has to be About Wombxnhood and Her-Story, meanwhile even gacha games about booba are full of varied heroines with unique plotlines that are just fucking good lmao.

anyways yeah. sun has been having the worst time of her fucking life since she got kidnapped by starline. he wasn't as nice to her as he was to sonic, since he (correctly) assumed she doesn't have MCP (Main Character Protection) and thus can be tampered with more thoroughly.

so what's he do? well, he decides to be funny. after doing some research into snowpoint, he learns about their local legends, one of which speaks about a beast that wanders endlessly around the mountainside, looking for stray souls to gobble up. and he decides to create that. with sun.

i mean, it works out pretty well for him. this way, he can stop her from ruining everything, and he can also add an extra layer of protection to his "keep sonic in snowpoint" plan. cuz if anyone ever snapped out of it and DID try to leave the mountain, they'd soon find they couldn't. because sun would stop them.

uhhhhhhhh AU idea.....

Two forms a challenge telling the teams to make a boat that will withstand a couple days of sailing, and they will race the other teams to meet two on an island. The last team that gets there will be up for elimination and so on...

Of course something goes wrong, and the teams get stranded on an island with a storm that blows them off course. The island that they are stranded on has been engulfed by fog for many years so it's very hard to see, and nobody has been there for centuries... ( i'm so cringy UwU ) and like the whole story line is them trying to meet up with the other teams and like exploring the island along the way encountering creatures that they have never seen before... ( *cough cough* and survival DUH XD )

I kind need help finding a name if anybody see's this so uhhhhh

Help??

And I wonder if I should make a separate blog for it...

but what if Alan WAS the incubus.... (he/him)

Don’t worry anon I’m fucked up too

Warm up sketch of a stupid idea I had! 😁

Havin' mixed feelings abt this one ☹️

suncaster legend :)

[please don't tag as LU] ; character info under the cut

goes by ledge

19, 5'2"

he/him

ace

a bit jaded, but still curious and full of wonder

adores exploring

love language is gift-giving

loves gardening and helping people

in a qpr with warriors <3

specializes in knives, hand-to-hand combat, and magic; the "healer" when it calls for it

dark world form is a pink rabbit

holy crap!