“All I want is to feel the water. With my skin, my eyes, my soul… To never doubt what it makes me feel. Believe in myself. Don’t resist the water. Welcome it. We accept one another.” For the lovely @sekigannn, Happy Beleted Birthday Zimah!
What BSD characters say in their beginning fic notes in ao3
Warning, This Fic Doesn't Contain Bunnies And Tofus. It Contains Murder and Gore. Morbid. Continue?
Elise-chan forced me to update this T^T
whatever it is rintarou-said on his fic is a lie. read mine instead
What's the difference of senpai and this fic??? Senpai doesn't notice me but you noticed this fic. Enjoy.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR??? JUST CLICK THAT MOTHERFUCKING PROCEED AND READ
i know y'all thirsty for this lmao here come dat boiii!!!
My creations are always top-notch, Old sport. It is always sought by everyone. Same goes for this fanfiction. It's a masterpiece, it's golden. I own it. I own your computer/phone. I own the gadgets you use to read this. I own you.
U-uhm! T-this i-is my f-first attempt t-to w-write a f-fic so.... *sweats nervously* P-please tolerate mistakes... I'm sorry! Ah.... I- I hope you like it...
what am i doing here, i myself don't know
god, here it goes. I hate this story, I hate this site, I hate myself smh but please read lol
Gracefulness comes from greatness. Such as myself to myself. Enjoy reading, lads.
Hellooooo, fellow humans! I, Kajii Motojirou once again took my time to yet again help you invest in an extraordinary experience!! Hoho, I have yet to truly indulge in the realm of emotions, but worry not! This thing created by none other than me, will assist you on "feeling" a roller-coaster of emotions, as said by volunteers and young ones of today! Once you're done reading, leave a kudos and a comment to help me discover just what it made you feel so that I can finally know just how emotions can affect the pinnacles of science!
THIS INCLUDES THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVISED! Chuuya-san told me to say that here soooo...
This is my third fic lol so you probably know me already. If you have any qualms about my writing style, say it to my face when you see me instead of bitching about it. That's all, have fun reading~
i made Poe type this bc i'm too important to do so and i also told him to type like this lol that's about it poe, now grab me some snacks
It's about cows hehe.
Hi! I hope you like this. :)
WARNING: Creator choose not to archive warnings because it would be a spoiler. But to prevent anything from affecting you on an unpleasant way, refer to the additional tags added on the upper corner of this story. I invested approximately 1.5 hours on organizing the sequence of events here. It took me 30 minutes to finalize the story, and spent 15 minutes to proofread it. By my calculation, it should take you less than 15 minutes to read this, for it only contains 1,500 words. But it would take you 25 minutes if you feel like feeling the emotions behind the content more, and if you decide to comment. Now, I hope this wouldn't waste your time, Enjoy.
pls don't read this
Angst to cleanse ur soul.
Yo! :) Finally had the time to update. Sorry about that, was busy doing stuff so yeah, now here it is.
I'm stuff lol
Hi! Ah, this is my first fic, so please be gentle? Haha... I will update every Tuesdays since I don't know when I can be online to continue this. Please be patient with me. Also, please excuse grammatical and typographical errors. With all of those out of the way, I hope you enjoy reading!
Victor isn’t convinced by Yuuri’s words—not at first. He sits up in the bed, palms splayed behind him. He watches him carefully, almost analytically, as the tears build up in the other man’s eyes, slipping down his cheek and landing onto the sheets. “Are you sure it didn’t hurt—”
He shakes his head, cutting Victor’s words off without a sound.
But he keeps crying.
Victor reaches out for him, and Yuuri lies down on top of him, cuddling against his chest and burying his face in Victor’s neck. Victor strokes his hair, shushing him as quiet sobs continue to come from Yuuri in between muffled words and the occasional kiss to Victor’s skin, almost apologetic. “I’m so happy,” he explains weakly. “It was perfect, Victor.”
At that, he shuts his own eyes, smiles sleepily towards the ceiling. “It was perfect for me, too.” He licks his lips and holds Yuuri closer, taking in a deep breath. If it weren’t for the exhaustion and his thoughts being dulled by the sudden flooding of emotions, he would most likely cry, too. But instead, he just holds him, loves him, whispers sweet nothings into his hair as he falls asleep.
What I Learned About IDW Transformers Characters From Tumblr
- smol jock - a fukboi - jerk that means well - self-esteem issues - wants Optimus-Sempai to notice him - only notices him when he’s been Bad - so Sempai put him on the Punishment Boat - looks cool - (acts like he) thinks he’s cool - isn’t cool - irresponsible - Drifts BFF - co-captain - is a bad co-captain
- Voldemort - noms sparks - has an Uber Deluxe spark - portal guts???? - how does that work??? - u stab him and then ur knife’s in China??????? - secret nerd - lame poetry - said fuck the police - the police beat him up - so he turned TEH EVUL - and beat up the world - so the world’s sorta not alive anymore - wasn’t quite the goal but w/e - v STRONG - and now he’s an Autobot?????????? - now he’s not so strong because the Autobots gave him Bad Juice - co-captain - gun
- it’s da…. THERAPY MAN - “hey rang” - “hey run” - “hey rag” - “hey ran” - “hey reng” - “hey rug” - “hey rong” - “hey ring” - “hey rign” - is a saint - cute - dad friend - giANT NERD - likes model ships - a d o r a b l e - polite as fuck - would be a good boyfriend - and a good dad - or just a good friend - how in fucks name do people forget him - he’s so fuCKIN nICE DUdE - I WANT A HUG FROM HIM - AND I WANT HIM AS MY THERAPIST - I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD NEVER JUDGE ME - smol luv bug - useless alt mode - TONS OF POCKETS - functionists are the worst dude i agree
- a Good Man - has Suffered - tired and grumpy - slaps people with wrenches - a bit mean - but as i said - a Good Man - “DOCTOR DOCTOR” - “what is it >:(” - “WHATS THIS STRANGE WART ON MY AFT?” - “a physical manifestation of your stupidity” - needs a break - but work never sleeps - has seen too many dead people - BFFs with Optimus
- LEADER OF CYBERTRON - THATS MORE THAN YOU EXPECTED, ISNT IT? - THATS WAY BETTER THAN JUST “Leader Of The Decepticons” - A+ JOB DUDE - DIDNT EXPECT THIS MUCH!! - I happy for you pal!!! - huh, what’s that? - ur seeing dead people? - um… - have u talked to Rung about that? - no? - I’ll set up an appointment…. - *whispers* yikes…. he’s got some issues….
- smol bean - cute - pure - but he lies sometimes - fell in a fucking hole and was stuck for like 10000000000000 years - poor kid - said he works in bomb disposal - he doesnt - kid please - stay away from bombs - you don’t need to impress people - you’re impressive already :) - is roommates with Mr. Grumpy Skeleton Face - Grumpy Skeleton Face no likey - at first - now they are totes in love and have tons of gay sex - tons - so don’t mess with baby face here or you’re in for a beating
- grump - understandable since he’s in an alternate universe - and all the people he knew are gone - now he’s stuck with some losers on a ship - but w/e - cause now he has a tiny boyfriend - that’s pretty great - what’s not great is that time he fucked up his face - and broke his horn - shit sucks man - he’s ok now - I think - man who am I kidding - no one in this fucking universe is ‘ok’ - poor saps
Request: Okay so I came up with the idea of Sirius x reader where she’s been very busy w school and they argue cuz they are not spending time together and so it’s her birthday and no one knows except Lily and he feels like super bad and miserable bc all he did was make her cry and I’m sorry I just love sad sirius Warnings: Idk, not that great? My English? Gif isn’t mine/ Credits to its original owner. MASTERLIST
It had been a hectic month. You didn’t know how you had managed to survive through that hell of a month. You loved Hogwarts but you hated the amount of homework you had lately. Did they want to kill you? Because if they did, it was working.You missed your boyfriend- you missed his hugs and kisses, you missed your late-night conversations by the fireplace but you didn’t have time and you knew it was driving Sirius mad, no matter how many times you had explained to him how important it was for you. Right now, it was one of those times. Again. “But baby, you’re always studying” he pouted at you. He was adorable when he gave you the face. “I know, Siri, I know.Just a bit more” you reasoned. After all, Christmas was less than a month away. You will make it up to him. “Come on, I haven’t seen you in days” he continued a bit more annoyed. But you are growing tired of this tactic. “It’s not my fault” you try to remind him. He’s snorted. “I don’t even know anymore. It feels you’d prefer to date that bloody book over me” he said and stood up from the couch, causing a scene. You were in the common room after all. “Sirius, what are you talking about?” you asked bewildered. How could he ever think something like that? You valued him and loved him and respected his wishes. Why couldn’t he do the same for you? “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe, since you don’t mind not being with each other, we should just end it” he said coldly. You just stood there, gaping. “Siri-” you tried to talk to him, to reason him, standing up as well. “Save it” he cut you off and took a step back. You heard your heart breaking into pieces. You blinked a few times, but the tears kept coming, so you left. ‘Happy Birthday to me’ you thought the moment you entered your dorm and fell onto your bed, crying. Great. “Sweetie, you know he didn’t mean that” Alice said after a while. She had followed you, to make sure you were alright. That was Alice; Kind, caring and too sweet for her own good. You shook your head. He meant it. He had never been more serious in his life. “But Alice, he did” you whispered in between your sobs. Alice was about to say something when Lily marched in, fuming. “That arrogant, insolent, poor excuse of a boyfriend” she cussed out, furious. She was the only person who knew that today was your birthday… You almost smiled when you saw that her face was as red as her hair. She looked at you, softened her expression and enveloped to you in a bone-crushing hug. “I’m so sorry, honey. I’m so sorry” she mumbled. You just noticed. You didn’t know this but she may or may not had informed someone else about your birthday. After a while, the girls had finally convinced you to celebrate your birthday and chill a bit. You had grabbed a bath and changed into a beautiful outfit -it was your day after all and you are about to meet your friends and sneak out to Hogsmeade for a couple of butterbeers. You had to keep your eyes dry since you had done your makeup and you didn’t want to waste your mascara on him. You walked down the stairs to the common room, ready to find your friends and forget about him, but instead, you found a note, hovering mid-air, in front of your eyes. “RoR”. It was the only thing written. It was clearly meant for you to find since no one else was there and it was past curfew. You didn’t recognize the handwriting as Lily’s but you shrugged it off and left through the portrait hole. If you had paid attention, you would have been able to hear something-or rather, someone-moving under an invisibility cloak.
When you reached the seventh floor and turned left, you found the entranced. You knocked but the door opened itself, revealing a sight that left you doubtful. The room was big and dark but you could make out the blurred outlines of the things inside it. There were floating candles and when you looked up, you saw the night sky in all of its glory. You stepped inside and heard the delicate sound of a flower been crushed underneath you. You quickly glanced down and saw a couple of hundred rose petals lying there on the floor, creating a path to a… bed? ‘What the heck?’ you thought. What was the meaning of this? Suddenly, the door closed behind you and everything went even darker. “I’m so sorry, love”. You froze and you felt your eyes widen. You swallowed hard, trying to regain composure. Sirius had done this? You didn’t dare to move but you felt him getting closer, until you actually saw his gray eyes, shining brightly like the star he was named after. You lowered your eyes, not being able to handle it-you didn’t even know what ‘it’ was. He stood so close to you, his body radiating heat, making you… hot and unable to verbalize your thoughts. He cupped your face with his slender fingers, softly caressing your cheek, while you stood there like a statue. “I know I hurt you and I will never be able to forgive myself for that. It’s your birthday and all I ever did was make you sad and cause you pain. I should have respected your wishes and the fact that you care about classes, even if I don’t. I am so sorry. So, so sorry” he whispered tenderly. When you finally decided to look into his eyes, you found remorse, pain and love. He may hurt you but you saw he had beaten himself up more than he deserved to. You cracked a small smile towards him, but it didn’t last and he saw it. “I understand if you want to-to.. you know, end it” he breathed out softly but you heard the silent screams that were pleading you not to give up on him. He had a bad temper and you knew it, but he never truly meant the things he said when he was angry. That, however, didn’t mean that those words didn’t hurt. You took a breath as you slowly placed your hands behind his neck and stepped closer, pecking his lips. Oh, how you missed this. Those plump and wonderful lips that tasted like smoke and sin, ecstasy and sugar. “I’ve missed you” you whispered, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you suffocatingly close to him and placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head. Out of the blue, soft music started playing and he took the initiative. He slowly danced you to the end of your worries and problems and being the gentleman he was, his hands stayed on your waist. You found yourself falling for him all over again. He kept mumbling how sorry he was until you kindly, but firmly, asked him to shut up and kiss you. And in that moment, his smile spoke louder than any word could. That genuine smile, the one that only gave to you, swept you off your feet. He kissed you lovingly and tenderly and-oh, Merlin, you melted into his touch. He picked up, one hand on your back, one hand under your legs and carried you to the bed, laying you down as your eyes searched the night sky for the Canis Major Constellation. “Happy Birthday, my little star” he whispered, his breath falling hot onto your lips.
Hi I have a Spideychelle one shot prompt? Where Peter & MJ are studying and Peter stumbles on one of MJ's sketchbooks filled page to page w/ MJ's romantic, mushy, fluffy doodles of the pair of them. It's essentially MJ's own Spideychelle fan art album. MJ is horrified her secret is out thanks to her own carelessness. Hilarity (and romance) ensues
okay when i got this i immediately fell in love with it because it was so beautiful and dorky and awkward and perfect?? but it took me forever to write so i’m sorry for that but it was suuuuuch a cute prompt like omg wtf?? i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to the prompt because they prompt was so great so i’m sorry.
It’s a regular Thursday afternoon at twelve twenty-two when Peter’s life gets flipped on its axis. He’s in the library, studying with Ned and MJ for their bio test right after lunch. He’s trying to focus on histone proteins but MJ’s curls keep falling into her face and she’s biting her lip every so often because she’s concentrating a bit too hard. He’s a bit too gone for her, honestly.
Then, MJ gets called to the office on the overhead speaker and Peter’s eagerly waving goodbye and following her movements as she packs her things. She lets out a sigh and a quick “later, losers” before taking off. Peter goes back to trying to study, but Ned watches a bit longer. So, it’s Ned who notices when her book bag, which MJ hadn’t fully closer, knocks against the bookshelf near the door and a book falls out. He walks over to pick it up, startling when he sees what’s on the pages. Ned quickly grabs the book and brings it back to Peter, slamming it down on the table, excited. “Dude, look at this!” Peter takes one last look at the definition of epigenetics before his heart falls to his stomach and his brain stops functioning.
There, in Ned’s hands, is MJ’s sketchbook. MJ’s sacred sketchbook. The one she carries with her everywhere. The one she’d left in decathlon practice at the end of sophomore year. The one she’d angrily pulled from his hands when he walked up to her the next day to return it, asking if he’d seen any of the pages. He’d said no, because he didn’t dare look. But now, here in front of him, are pages of drawings that Peter’s getting to see. They’re all of Spiderman.
Kinda angsty hc. Michelle is in the middle of a terror attack and gets injured svang a child from something. Peter is freaking out. You can sork with this How ever you want
OH MAN OH MAN DO I HAVE IDEAS FOR THIS NONSENSE…and also, YAS for MJ not getting kidnapped or some nonsense (although I kind of love that trope, too)…I love the idea of Michelle getting hurt because she is being badass and taking no shit
After seeing your violet blood and Dave Lalonde I fell in love!!!!! So uh. I drew it and I wanted to show you!!!!! (All of you?? I’ve never given someone something on tumblr before sorry •u•"“) so yes. That’s my account. I drew that for u bc I love what you do and the amazing work and inspiration that brings to me and everyone w your fantabulous amazing askblog!!!!
anonymous: ah i just wanted to say!!! all of your art of plankton and/or karen means a lot to me,,,, ive been going through kinda a rough time but looking at your stuff just cheers me up!! i absolutely Cling to their interactions for emotional support so its really great seeing people care about their relationship so genuinely, and the fact that your art is so bright and so clearly filled w/ effort really affirms that you do!! gosh im rambling but just like… thank you? so much? for unabashedly loving em?
hi there! sorry i didn’t respond earlier - i hope you don’t mind me publishing this, but your message got me all a-flutter and i felt like i just had to doodle you a lil something extra. i’m so happy i can be of some little help to you! and you are so welcome. drawing these two really makes me happy too, i think they’re one of the funniest parts of the musical, but they’re a portrayal that shows maybe sheldon and karen do love each other really!
Heya!! ;0; I really love your art and I was wondering if you could give me some tips for drawing body types if that's okay? :O I wanna be able to draw more skinny bodies but it always ends up making the heads look too big ;; It's totally okay if you don't wanna reply though! Keep up the great work man! ;w;
I made a tutorial/tips of cartoon and etc. and I had one with the body shapes
but I also did this
to make skinny characters I would just do either Amy’s body (Brick) or Thomas’ body (Mix of Hourglass and Brick)
A/N- this is a fic with Draco x a female reader from another house. You’re with the trio as they are your friends. Sorry to all my fellow Slytherins :(
You play around with the food on your plate while gazing around the Great Hall. Dinner is nearly over and you’re getting bored. You dart your gaze straight ahead of you where you feel someone’s intense stare. You’re met with the stormy grey eyes of none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy. Slytherin Prince and Bad Boy of Hogwarts. His ruffled, platinum coloured hair falls on his forehead as though he’s run his fingers through it. You sit at the Gryffindor table surrounded by your friends. Only one table away from the Slytherins.
You look closely at Draco and notice a few…interesting details. His eyes hold a bright, lustrous gaze which sends shivers running down your spine. He fidgets quite noticably if you look at him long enough. Almost as though he’s…restless.
“(y/n)…(y/n)!” Harry shouts. Causing you to jump and tear your gaze away from the sexy Slytherin Prince.
“Y-yes?” you stammer, looking into Harry’s startling, emerald irises.
“S-sorry, I was just asking whether you…erm..wanted to er..go to the library with me after dinner? I mean j-just as friends…studying.”
“Er-um I~” you look across the hall in search for Draco but find his seat empty. You don’t know what you were expecting. But it makes your face fall.
“S-sure..I gue-” you begin.
“No can do, Potter. (y/l/n) was just coming with me.” Draco cuts in with a hint of anger. You gape at him in shock. As does everyone else. Ron even drops the chicken drumstick he had been eating. Draco nods his head in the direction of the door and begins to storm towards it.
“(y/n)?” Harry begins uncertainly.
“Sorry, guys. I have somewhere to be. I’ll speak to you later, Harry.” And with that you take off after him. Heart pounding in anticipation of who knows what.
Just as the doors to the Great Hall slam shut behind you, you’re pushed roughly against them.”W-what?” Draco cuts you off by smashing his slightly chapped lips onto yours. You stiffen in shock before you kiss back just as hard. One hand finds its way into his soft hair; while the other trails down his lightly toned body. Just as he begins to cup your breast you pull away panting.
“I think we should take this somewhere else.” Indicating to the Great Hall where the sound of peoples’ footsteps nearing the door is heard.
Draco nods quickly and lifts you up by the waist, taking you by surprise. You squeal in shock and instantly wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You feel his hard member through your robes on your stomach. He smirks sexily. “Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you.” he says before taking you to the Slytherin common room. You blush slightly at the nickname and bury your head in the crook of his neck.
Draco whispers the password to the portrait and quickly enters. You’ve never seen the Slytherin common room before. Glancing around you take in the elegancy of the room. From the expensive, leather couches to the blazing lizard-green fire casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. “Wow.” you breathe.
“Ready to see my dorm?” he asks lowly.
“I hope to see more than that, Draco.” you wink at him. He chuckles huskily in response and carries you up to his dormitory. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sound of his voice. He glances at you and smirks triumphantly at your lust-glazed expression.
As the door opens, you are greeted by the sight of roughly six emerald and silver four-posters. Draco carries you to the one in the farthest corner on the right side of the room. In one swift movement, he opens the draping curtains. His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he throws you onto the bed.
Straddling your hips, Draco pins both of your hands above your head. A flash of anger flickers in his cobalt eyes. “Draco~” “You. Are. Mine. You got that?” he growls.
“Draco, where’s this coming from?” you ask in shock.
“Potter.” he hisses. “You belong to me. Not him.” you laugh lightly. Your heart is pounding ferociously as though it’s trying to escape your ribcage. His possessiveness turns you on immensely.
“I am yours. I don’t belong to anyone else. You got that?” you imitate. He huffs satisfied, and leans closer to you. An inch away from your lips.
“Good.” he says huskily. It drives you over the edge and you yank his tie and capture his lips with your own. He kisses back with unrestrained passion. Letting go of your wrists, Draco lets his hands wander over your clothed body. He leans back on his ankles and begins removing his uniform.
Sliding off his tie, Draco begins to unbutton his slightly dishevelled shirt. You stare in lust as his deliciously smooth, pale skin is exposed further and further. You feel your mouth water slightly at the sight of Draco’s lightly toned abs. Once his white shirt is cast aside, Draco uses his wand to cast the muffliato and sealing charms.
Draco glances up at you with a hooded, lust-filled gaze. “Strip.” he commands quietly. You oblige immediately. You quickly get rid of your tie. Though fumbling with your buttons due to Draco’s fixated stare. He chuckles softly and unbuttons the remaining ones. He flings your shirt to the side and you hear his breath hitch at the sight of your black lace bra.
You slowly slide off your skirt and chuck it God knows where. You both stare at each other; your breath becoming increasingly eratic. He crawls over you and whispers huskily in your ear, “Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able remember your own name,(y/n)?” you let out a soft whimper in reply.
He strips you of your panties and uses a slender finger begins to strum your clit. A gasp escapes your lips and he grins wickedly. Draco claims your lips again while continuing to pleasure you. You suck his bottom lip and he groans. He begins to nibble on your bottom lip then pulls it towards him. Seizing the opportunity, Draco thrusts his warm tongue into your mouth and you start a heated battle for dominance.
Draco removes his finger and grinds on you instead; feeling his rock hard member create friction against you. Moan after moan leaves your lips. You clutch a hand ful of his silky hair and tug. It drives him mad. He growls lowly and reaches behind you to unhook your bra. He throws it behind him and squeezes your breast.
Draco unbuckles his belt and you help him tug off his remaining clothing. Then lines himself up to your entrance. He pushes into you slowly. Sucking in a breath before groaning loudly. You let out a small hiss as he stretches you. Once you’ve adjusted to his size you hook your left leg around his waist. “Move.” you breathe out. He moves out slowly only to slam back in. You both groan. He repeats the action a few times before he angles himself differently. You gasp his name and tug his hair again. He’s found your g-spot. A smug smirk tugs at his lips and he whispers in your ear, “found it.”
He slams into you relentlessly. Hiting the same spot over and over. You can’t think, hell you can hardly breathe. You feel the familiar sensation pooling in your stomach and you know you wont last long. You clutch him closer to you. “D-Draco.” you moan. He understands and goes faster. He has you screaming his name and he held true to his word. You can’t remember your own name.
With one last thrust you cum. Legs trembling and stomach clenching. Draco follows soon after. Though not before he has pulled out. Draco’s worn-out body slumps against yours. It takes a good few minutes before you regain your breaths. Draco moves next to you.
Laying your head against Draco’s sweat-layered chest, you fall asleep to the sound of his calming heartbeat.
Eh..I felt like writing smut XD hope you guys liked that ;)
Hi! OMG I found you a couple of days ago and now I'm falling in love with you and your art! (^♡^) I want to be like you someday! Don't listen to rude people, probably they are just jealous that you became this great! (So sorry for the English, it's not my first language...)
LKAHDKAHD That’s so sweet ;w; I’m so happy that you like the art so much ;A; and that you admire me O_O IF YOU’RE GONNA BE LIKE ME, TRY TO BE A BETTER ME!!! And ahahaha, that could be the case XD