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arlerts-angel · 2 days
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um wait armin w neglect kink… if you don’t like this don’t respond because i don’t want to be embarrassed
you’re super horny whining and begging for his attention and he’s just completely ignoring you!!! it’s so out of character for him because he’s usually so so loving and sweet and takes such good care of you and now he’s not paying attention to you at all :(
you secretly know it’s because you started a stupid argument with him yesterday and never apologized… yes you were being a brat but this isn’t fair!!!
maybe you end up riding his thigh and yet… he still won’t look at you. the only indication that he’s even enjoying this is that he’s hard in his sweatpants, and that his fingers tense slightly at the noises you make while he tries to focus on his work on the computer :((((
but if you apologize he’ll fuck you within an inch of your life to make up for his neglect :3
HEAD IN MY HANDS!!!! oh my god 😩
imagine his inner conflict in this situation too omg. DESPERATE to give you the attention you need want (because we all know he's all about giving!!!), to be the one who gets you off, but there's something gratifying about neglecting your neediness to him.
maybe it's hearing how much you want and need him, or the way you're so desperate for his touch that you'll get yourself off on his thigh... all while a blubbering mess, half apologizing as you're cumming <3
tagging a few babes who might enjoy: @ambassadorarlert @heliiacus @sukunascrustyfinger @drinklavalamps @ringsofsaturnnnn
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canisalbus · 7 months
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Followed u on twitter before I saw that u had a tumblr it was such a pleasant surprise to be able to read all the dog lore. Your love for Machete and Vasco is so infectious I love these little guys!!
That's so nice to hear! Yeah, twitter is an art only space, this is where I come to act unabashedly rabid about them.
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jamiesfootball · 4 months
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What is one of your favorite whump tropes?
oh hohohohooooo there are SO MANY.
Top fave that came to mind? When the strong character, the one who is so good at toughing things out, the one who has Seen Some Shit and been through hell before so obviously they'll be fine. Like, they're a resilient little fucker - of course they'll make it.
And then the rescue comes and none of that is left.
They can't talk through the pain, they can't lift themselves off the floor, they don't even seem aware of what's going on anymore. Whether it was a person who hurt them, or a disaster, or just an accident, the whump has won. Whoever's come to the rescue, they can barely recognize them in this state. All they can do is bring the character to safety, hold their hand, and pray to whatever's listening that their friend makes it through.
That's the good shit.
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FUCK i accidentally send the ask before I wrote the whole thing. i think u should draw more of ur battery charged roy : ) hes very silly
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self care is hiding underneath the kitchen sink for hours and being very angry at nothing. in two different artstyles
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max1461 · 2 years
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I'm founding an ideology called "historical nonsensicalism" where we believe that history isn't driven by this or that particular thing it's just a bunch of random unrelated shit happening in a row.
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fangswbenefits · 10 months
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I find the concept of such a physically big and intimidating guy just being so so desperate and needy for a girl who is so unknowingly driving him crazy romantically and sexually so much fun
Imagine Miguel making love to reader, his sweet girl, and even though he's being very dominant and manhandling her he's begging and whimpering at the same time, the pleasure he derives from reader specifically just being so overwhelming to him
Oh, my friend. You nailed it! Maybe that’s exactly why I’m so in love with this concept? His sweet girl is also his weakness… and her being so good for him just drives him crazy…. She always worries and tries to take care of him and that’s a sure way to his heart (and cock) 😳
He would not last long…. I’m sure their first time will be very interesting 👀 he just needs her to need him too….
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Hi, hello. We interrupt your regularly scheduled scrolling with an announcement of something that feels like a really big deal in my writing.
Today on AO3, I passed 100,000 kudos on my fics.
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Like. 100,000 kudos. Send help. I have passed away. I have ceased to exist. How has this happened?
I just.
Thank you. If you’re one of the beautiful souls who reads my things over here or on AO3, thank you. I know that numbers and metrics are subjective but this feels like a big deal to me, so I’m celebrating my labors of love. The past two years have been so good for me as a creator, my writing has grown and changed simply by virtue of doing more of it, and I am beyond grateful for all of you and all of the love and encouragement that has been sent my way so consistently. 💕
Thank you. 😘
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ramlightly · 4 months
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Please 20 for Lapis!
Gotta know the drama, you know
Right for the throat! Especially since Lapis does have a lot of regrets.
Basically, Lapis' father was a conartist that trained Lapis to be able work with him since he was a child. Taught Lapis how to lie, to cheat, to do magic, disguise himself, etc etc. Basically be just like him. When Lapis was 16, however, a con went bad and his father bailed on the family, disappearing with all of the money.
Lapis vowed he would be better than his father and the whole wretched family line. He would go to school, become a bard, take care of his mother. Learn from his mistakes.
Except things didn't go well and Lapis got kicked out of school. So Lapis immediately went back to being a conartist because, well, it's was the only he ever really was good at. Whoops.
Looking back, he ultimately considers that his greatest regret because it meant he would never really escape becoming just like his father.
And then he got tadpoled lol.
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new-york-no-shoes · 4 months
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Weekly outfits: 12/30-1/7
(The fluffy pink and black shoes in 90% of these are my slippers LOL. No outdoor shoes in my house)
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darkkitty1208 · 8 months
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omg wait. alternatively, i offer you: 🩸🦷
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It's a temporary spell, being a vampire. Or so he hopes, as he still hasn't quite yet find the culprit. Stephen doesn't think he could tell anyone, though. 
He's been surviving out of sickly lukewarm blood bags instead of fresh from its source; the only other person who knows aside from Wong is Christine, who had provided them for him. If anything, he's been drinking them in secret, but he's sick of drinking out of a bag and of the situation in general, so he sneaks down to the kitchen when Tony's asleep to pour it into a glass.
He was in the process of drinking it when Tony walks into the doorway. 
Stephen freezes. 
"It's not what it looks like." 
Tony raises a brow. "Wine? In the middle of the day?" He smirks. "I think I married the right person, actually." 
Stephen blinks. His secret is safe, it seems. 
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zed-the-buggy · 1 year
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draw larry getting his paycheck after they cut his wages
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spent an embarrassingly long time on this. yes i just have direct deposits so he does too now okay.
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jamiesfootball · 8 months
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one thing about me is i EXCEL at stupid ideas so! here is a Stupid Ask for your daily dopamine dosage.
post-s3, roy attempts to be A Good Coach and implements team bonding activities such as sunday board game nights. this has the unforeseen consequence of walking into the locker room monday morning to find moe and colin arguing over whether monopoly is True Capitalist Propaganda while sam sneaks jamie $200 from the bank to get out of jail next week.
This. This actually matches up well with a thing I introduce at the end of my post-season fic.
This bit is not from the post-season fic, but there are definitely some plot points I'm cribbing from it. Here have some nonsense:
There were pros and cons to the new wellness initiative in the locker room.
And 'Wellness Initiative' was the phrase they were using. Not 'show-and-tell', no matter how many times Trent suggested it. Although with how many goddamn talent shows Roy had been forced to sit through in the past weeks, the former-journo might have been onto something. For a team full of professional footballers, a lot of them had found the time to sharpen other talents.
The idea had been simple: at least once a week, they were going to sit around as a team, and they'd take turns picking a topic that had nothing to do with football.
'Share-and-tell' Beard had called it, and Roy had growled until Higgins erased the name from the whiteboard.
Books, movies, whatever song they had bleeding through their headphones in the weight room, Roy didn't care. For one hour a week, they were going to...God help him...bond as a team. Share. Communicate. Maintain the resplendent inter-team hivemind bullshit that got them so close to winning the whole damn thing the year before.
Even if Moe's lockpicking demonstration was a disturbing hour of his life that he'd never get back.
But keeping the team functioning as a team was only half of it. Truth of the matter was, it helped the little idiots to have an outlet, something to get them out of their heads for a bit so that Roy didn't end up hugging a crying player in the boot room every other week. Four times had been enough, thanks.
Colin, the second-time boot room offender, had cocked his head like a Welsh corgi and asked, "Would it be all right if I brought my piano?"
"The one that weighs 800 kilos and broke your mother's floorboards?"
The next week Colin showed up with a new electronic keyboard that did not weigh as much as a baby rhino. He spent his hour taking pop song requests.
"Do I have to do a book report?" Jamie asked defensively when his turn came around. The three weeks before his turn had gone to fucking book reports. Even Roy was desperate for a change up. When he reassured Jamie that he only had to talk about books if he'd actually read a book he fucking liked, the relief on the number-one little idiot's face had been immense.
Jamie showed up for his turn with playing cards, a case of poker chips, and a bouquet of roses. The lads spent the hour shouting about cheating, and after a surprisingly aggressive run of bluffs and flushes, Dani Rojas walked away with all the flowers.
While Roy was distracted by Dani, who lamented that now he would need to buy a florero for his flowers, and Jamie, who thought Roy's water bottle would make an excellent vase in the meantime, he completely missed the gleam in Sam's eye as the unassuming player shuffled the card decks back in order.
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Sam Obisanya was a fucking menace. One day Roy would retain this information.
Most days it was easy to forget. He had a calming effect on Jamie, who was less prone to biting when Sam was around. This made Jamie quieter, which made Isaac and Colin and Dani quieter, which gave the overall impression that things were peaceful in the locker room.
What Roy always forgot to add to the equation was that Jamie had the opposite effect on Sam, who on a normal day would never be found smiling like a post-canary cat while monopoly cards flew around the locker room like projectile weapons.
"I'm not paying you rent again, Cockburn!" Colin shouted.
"You keep landing on my square. It's not my fault you're bad at dice!"
"Bruv, quit throwing shit. It's my turn and I almost got all the railroads."
"The railroads are statistically the worst spaces to own; you know this, yes?"
"War is inevitable in a system where capitalism is dominant," Moe pointed out from where he sat lotus-style on the bench, abstaining from participating in the 'game of the exploiters.'
"Oi, Sam," Jamie whispered, sitting up a bit to tug at the edge of the other player's jumper. "While they're fightin', can you get me out of jail?"
Sam nodded at Dani, who flicked his hand in a way that spoke volumes on how he'd thrashed the team at poker. Two beige notes appeared in Sam's hand, and just as quickly disappeared into the collar of Jamie's shirt.
"Cheers," Jamie thanked him. He settled his head back down into Sam's lap, making himself cozy like a spoiled, cheating cat. "Never was any good at Monopoly."
Sam's smile was angelic, but his eyes glinted in a way that boded horribly for Roy's heart pressure. "Next time I can bring Settlers of Catan. Or Risk."
"Ooh. Risk. Should we team-up?"
Who knew Sam's talent would be putting Roy Kent in an early grave?
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afreakingdork · 5 months
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what does that mean?!?!? that's so scary!!!
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It's not scary it's horny, a very fine line mwahaha
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badassindistress · 10 months
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Costume challenge!! What would you wear to usurp the crown?
Thank you!
@somuchbetterthanthat also asked What would you wear to the banquet at which you intend to poison a king and I thought these two combined beautifully:
3. What would you wear to usurp the crown?
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I had a pretty little poison vial saved up for just this occasion...
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cerealforkart · 10 months
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I see a sketch request, gotta jump in! How about Dndads kiddos as One Piece peeps? or just some One Piece Ace & Luffy in general!! (we can both ugly cry over Ace)
and the evergreen - anyone and everyone as either maids or idols!
I ended up going a little overboard and did four!
Taylor as Dracule Mihawk because Freddie did that for me personally
Scary as Perona because goth girls
Hermie as Buggy because fan favourite clowns
And Erica as Boa Hancock because most beautiful girl in the world
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Sketch requests are currently closed!
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somerabbitholes · 8 months
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What kind of ghost has the best hearing?
The eeriest!
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you are a treasure
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