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shutupdevvie · 8 months

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kinda miss when they would have to whip their cords all over stage

#but now they’re wireless i guess #that’s fine #this sounds wrong #i mean the literal cords #not anything else

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sunflowersolace · 3 months

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do u ever watch a movie and you think "wow i had fun watching that movie" and then u go online to see what other people think of the movie only to find out that it was apparently the worst movie ever made and petitions are being signed to execute all the people involved with making it

#i enjoyed mean girls 2024 #but according to LITERALLY MY ENTIRE FYP its the worst movie ever and all the music sucks and angourie rice specifically is the worst singe #but if shes a bad singer then i literally need to cut my vocal cords out

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 1 year

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Rain Bringer

てるてるぼうず、てるぼうず

Teru Teru Bōzu, Teru Bōzu

明日天気にしておくれ

Make tomorrow a sunny day

それでも曇って泣いてたら

But if the clouds are crying

そなたの首をちょんと切るぞ

Then I'll sever your head off

Bonus: teru teru bozu Takeomi

#its the 3rd verse of the teru teru bozu song. lovely isnt it #i almost named it 'il pleut des cordes' which is the french equivalent to 'its raining cats and dogs'#but it literally means 'it's raining ropes' and i thought it may be too dark #tr #tokyo revengers #tok rev #tokrev takeomi #takeomi akashi #tr takeomi #fanart #art #tr fanart #tokrev fanart #tokyo revengers fanart

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angstmachine-rw · 2 months

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if i had a nickel for every iterator design i've seen that gave them belly buttons, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

#for real tho #why???#they were not birthed #their umbilical cord doesn't get connected/disconnected from there #the umbilical is literally connected at the base of the head #i mean you do you but also #aefekfbakfbejafb #rain world #rw iterator

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churchydraws · 1 year

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once Monty and Blaze decide who's going to carry Flare's developing AI, they probably go to the Chica from the Retro Pizzaplex for advice since she and the Freddy from there are the ones who have the most experience with that sort of thing. Although when they find out they have to take things easy because the baby AI will be taking battery power from whoever ends up carrying it, it'll be a little bit of a fight to make them relax, especially if it's Blaze, who would NOT be happy that he's basically been banned from tinkering in his and Moon's workshop.

Whoever does it won't have any regrets though once Flare's AI has finished developing and has been placed into the little body they built for them though. They made a little AI together!

#css rambles #tw pregnancy mention #cw pregnancy mention #I guess??? it's technically correct? The baby AI is just located in their head instead of where it would be for humans #also a reminder that the robots do not have baby making parts down below. because that makes me uncomfy #they have ken doll anatomy #the 'birthing' process is entirely painless #because I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy #it's literally just plugging a cord into their head and transferring the baby AI to the baby body they built #kinda like the movie Robots (2005)#so Blaze wouldn't have to deal with that. he'd still have to deal with being extra tired and hungry and emotional though #but that just means more cuddle time with Monty #ask to tag

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satoruwiki · 2 months

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HE BEG, FOR THAT, I BEND, AND SMACK! — JJK MEN

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

content: nfsw; smut; jjk thirsts; multiheadcanon w jjk men; cunnilingus; spanking; doggy style; a dot of butt stuff; shibari; recording; face sitting

w.c: 0.5k - 0.2k- 0.7k -0.3k

n/a: a tinge of jjk men loving your booty bc they like to spread them cheeks wide open. any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated! <3

TOJI

"Shit! Fuckkk- Baby, don't stop!" you whined, arching your back and pushing your hips against his face. His tongue was something else, so fucking filthy and messy to lave at your cunt; it had your toes curling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Toji gave a firm smack on your ass, pulling a yelp and soft cries from you. "Don't tell me what to do when I'm eating pussy," he grunted, sending vibrations straight to your cunt, causing you to whimper.

"Tojiii," You grouse, your voice whiny and pleading. Your lips pouted while you wiggled your ass, begging for him to keep eating you out.

"Hm, I think I've spoiled you too much," he teased, his broad hand soothing the area he'd spanked you before. "Maybe I should leave you like this until you learn manners."

"No! I mean- please, make me feel good, please," you begged. Your heart raced; you were so close to reaching ecstasy - if he let you like this, you swore you'd cry.

It amused him how desperate you'd get for him to touch you; it inflated his ego even more than it already was. Listening to your pleas, Toji resumed his ministrations on your pussy, latching his lips into your pussylips, giving them the attention it deserved and yearned for, sucking and lapping at them.

Fuck, Toji was making out with your pussy like it was your mouth, tracing aimless patterns on them without forgetting to give some love to your pulsing bundle of nerves, playfully pinching on it to hear you squeal. His nose buried deep between your wet folds, Toji groaned and panted like a dog at each broad stroke of his tongue across your wetness, gathering as much of your arousal as he could indulge in.

"Never getting tired of this perfect pussy," he moaned, slurping on your clit. Your essence tasted like sweet and intoxicating ambrosia to him; he was addicted to the flavour of your cunt. His fingers dugs into the fat of your ass, kneading your ass and marking it with his handprint.

Your legs trembled, and your hand hurt from how hard you fisted the bedsheets. You felt your orgasm close to happening; sucking in a sharp breath, you sobbed, "Toji, cumming- I'm- I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? Squirt on me, baby, lemme drink you up," he rasped, fucking you with his tongue relentlessly. You let out a loud wail of his name, straining your vocal cords as you came undone, spraying his broad chest in your release. Toji kept laving at your pussy, riding you out of your peak, relishing in the liquid oozing out your sensitive pussy.

Small and exhausted moans fell from your lips as gathered from your intense yet much-needed orgasm, resulting from Toji's excruciating edging that lasted too much for your liking. "Shit, doll, you really soaked me here," he teases, a cheeky grin adorning his face, sheening in your cum from his chin down to his torso.

You whined while turning to lay on your back, vexed at his taunting. "Shut up," you mutter, hiding your flushed face in your hands.

"Nuh uh, missy. It ain't over yet," Toji manhandles you, flipping you back to lay on your belly. Your hips jolt when his hand lands on your ass again as a punishment, drawing a choked sob from you. "We're not done until I fuck you dumb and you black out."

SUKUNA

Sukuna loves your ass, literally.

It's so soft and round, the perfect size for his hands to grope them. He would occasionally give it unabashedly a nice squeeze, startling you and making you blush at his shameless 'displays of affection' in public.

However, he thinks it looks cuter when it bounces on his dick. The sound of your ass and thighs slapping against his sweaty skin as he guides your thrusts by grabbing your hair and pulling you to press your wet pussy down to the base of his cock, creaming the thin layer of pubic hair sitting atop it with your fluids sends him into a hazy state of lust.

Sukuna massages the smooth (and bruised) skin of your bottom cheeks, giving it somewhat of a soothing sensation to its previously spanked areas as it ripples at each pound. "Fuckin' amazing, such a cute ass ready to get fucked whenever I want," he grunts, letting a thread of spit fall on your puckered hole, his fingers digging into your plush ass and thumbing your hole. "Feels good, princess?"

You moan as he tugs your hair back, "yeahhh-" you sigh, your teeth latching at your bottom lip to stifle the wanton moans drawn out of you. The veins of his thick cock scrap at the rings of muscle inside you, carving deep into your velvety walls to nudge at your sweet spot. "Fuckk- I love your cock- fucks me so good," you say, all smitten for his dick, your words slurred and voice raspy.

This is why he liked you so much; you were always such a dirty slut for him, so pliant and ready to take him deep inside your tight holes.

SUGURU

"There you go..." Suguru mutters when he finally gets the camera to stay still; he checks one last time it's recording at the right angle before teasing your entrance with his fat tip, a smug smirk curving the corner of his mouth. "Sorry for making you wait, sweetheart. Daddy's here now; imma make you feel real good," he says, pushing his cockhead past your folds into the tenderness of your pussy.

A quiet moan escapes from your throat as his cock gradually stuffs your throbbing walls full of him. You writhe underneath him, the red ropes tied around your wrist and overall body scratching your skin, "ngh- fuck, so fucking big," you mewled once he's bottomed out, your pussy snugging him so tightly as you adjust to his girthy size.

"Shit baby, you never said this pretty pussy was as tight as a virgin; you sure you've done this before?" he asks, his hands trailing on the curve of your back down to your rear, spreading them apart to see your cunt struggling to take him fully.

You nod, whining a slurred and muffled 'yes' by the pillow you rested your head on. If you've done this before, it means he can be a little rough with you, right?

Suguru began to piston in and out of your tight cunt, his hips colliding against your ass that rippled at each smack of flesh. You gasped, surprised by the rudeness of his thrusts, his cock moulded your walls to his thickness, and the initial burning pain was soon replaced by dizzying lust, which made your vision blurred by the tears that began to well up in your eyes. Suguru gave you a soft yet smug smirk as if he pitied your already fucked out state. He leaned down to kiss your tears away, murmuring mockingly, "Already crying? We haven't even started yet, love," he nestled soft kisses and nips on your neck, leaving light mauve markings on it. "Don't black out on me yet."

Teeth biting his lower lip, Suguru stifled his groans as his cock fucked its way into your soppy heat, his curve bullying your g-spot with his gland at deep thrusts. Your hips would jolt and try to run away from the overwhelming plunges of his dick, only to be immediately dragged back by harsh tugs on the ropes around your waist and punished with a mean spank on your cute ass, "no running away, dolly," he chastised, tapping his fat tip on your bottom cheeks before splitting your slit open and keeping his brutal pace on you.

"I can't! 'S too much!" you sobbed, gulping thickly and panting like crazy. Wet strands of hair stuck to your forehead, your body shuddering and moving at the pace of his pumps. Every grope and caress of his felt like scorching fire to you, melting in his divine touch.

His abs clenched and glimmered in sweat and some of your arousal after god knows how many orgasms he'd given you previously; you had lost the notion of time and everything in your surroundings, your mind too foggy to think about anything but the mindblowing cock stretching your cunt. Suguru fucked you as his personal fleshlight, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Only he knew how to fuck this good.

"Holy- Fuck baby, boutta cum in this pussy, fill you real good with my seed. Doesn't bother you, right? Be full of my cum?" Suguru hissed, his jaw now slacked and letting out breathy moans close to reaching ecstasy.

"Cum inside, I want it- ngh- inside, please," you mewled, staring at his blissed face through lidded eyes.

Suguru shuddered, his thrust becoming sloppy and slow, "Fuck- Take it, shit. Take all of it, 's all for you, love," he groaned, your greedy cunt milking his cock dry of his seed.

His chest heaved, like when after he finished a good workout -which isn't far from the truth- and with a heavy sigh, he pulled his limp and twitching cock out of you, his cum slowly oozing out of your hole, which clenched around nothing, waiting to be stuffed again. "Think you can ass up a little bit, baby doll? I need a thumbnail for this," he huffed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and opening the camera app, focusing on your creampied pussy.

SHIU

Shiu lands his hand on your ass, giving it a couple spanks that have your hips jerking as you ride his face. You mewl his name, tugging on his hair as he relishes in the juices oozing from your sweet pussy. "Keep ridin' me, baby," he murmurs, the deep rumbles of his voice as he sucks on your clit send a shiver down your spine, drawing a whine adorable to his ears from you.

Shiu loves it when you become a cute, whiney mess just from sitting on his face, driven by lust and grinding your hips at a feverish pace on him. He gropes on your plushy thighs, his fingers digging and leaving handprints on them as he feats your pussy. His cock strains on his brown slacks and begs to be released out of its confinements, but Shiu is a patient man and always saves the best for last.

Your eyes shut, and your brows knit together as his tongue fucks you, the tip of his nose flicking at your bud at each roll of your hips and bob of his head. Shiu wouldn't mind dying of asphyxiation as long as it's buried in your ass while he eats your pussy; 'sounds like a dream death,' he thinks.

"fuck- Shiu, I'm close- so so close," you moan, your voice getting pitchier by the second. You feel your muscles contract and tremor under his hands, losing composure under his libidinous ministrations in your core, taking you to cloud nine with his mouth alone.

Shiu works on your cunt -his mind a little fuzzy in both lust and the little air he gets while he is underneath you- as he watches you reach ecstasy, letting out a loud cry and tugging his hair harshly, squirting your release on him.

An epiphany comes to him as he revels in your face, euphoric and dizzy with pleasure as a result of your orgasm. Eating pussy is better than smoking cigarettes, he thinks.

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hopeless--light · 4 months

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Dp x Dc Why do I hear boss music?

Drabble or ficlet? Who knows I thought of this and would like to write a short dp x dc

The Joker was walking around gleefully he had escaped Arkham yet again but he hadn't done anything yet. Tim was on strict watching duty to see if he can catch Joker in a scheme before he did anything. Everyone else was either off-world, Jason and Dick, or in the middle of busting a trafficking ring, Bruce and Damian. So the Joker was still a high enough priority to keep an eye on but they didn't have the men to spare to take him back.

Tim knew he was being extra stealthy he did not want to become the next Robin victim he had enough clown trauma thank you very much. But he still swore the maniac had turned towards him with a creepy ass smile he always wears. But after an hour of just mindless wandering in the dark, the Joker had yet to do anything. That was until he turned down an alley toward a kid wearing headphones.

Now who wore soundproof headphones while wandering a back alley in the Gotham? Tim could only assume a tourist on top of the kid was prime adoption bait with black hair and pretty glowing blue eyes. Wait glowing? Tim couldn't tell properly from his vantage point on the roof across the street but it really did look like his eyes were glowing blue. And the Joker had noticed too, Shit the Joker was after a defenseless pretty meta. It's just a plus he had black hair and blue eyes, Joker knew Batman had an adoption type.

Time watched in slow motion as the Joker smiled at him and then reached for the teen. The Joker ripped the soundproof headphones off and Tim was hauling ass only stumbling when he heard boss music?

Danny was the final boss.

It started off as a joke between Sam, Tucker, and him, he was the ghost king after all so that means he was technically the final boss. If this were a game he would be the final showdown for heroes to protect the world. Pariah Dark was literally his final boss and he took that mantle up.

So what did the trio do they made a playlist of all their final boss music whether it was video games or movies and played it anytime Danny was visiting them, as he was now in Gotham working on his college degree. But what Danny never would admit is he genuinely enjoyed that playlist and listened to it when he was trying to amp himself up for what future project he needed to work on. Like now he was wandering the streets trying to get inspiration on his final project for class while listening to some boss music to stir up adrenaline.

Sometimes he forgot he was in the most crime-ridden town and that technically he was a meta so color him surprised when he was amping himself up this Freakshow wannabe ripped his headphones off. Not cool. But the worst part was the cord coming off his phone blasting the music. Now he can get away with listening to boss music but he will forever cringe at what started playing when those headphones were yanked away.

Meglovania

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #dead tired #tim watches pretty boy danny punch the joker #tim has a crush #can you tell i was listening to the undertale soundtrack #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom #tim drake #boss muic

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helluvapoison · 3 months

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jealousy, jealousy

˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚

warnings: violence, off page murdah, suggestive themes, possessive behavior

18+ only

watch out for red flags in real life and read at your own discretion ♡

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• The least jealous of the three, but that doesn’t say much, does it?

• Running an enterprise goes hand in hand with being an Overlord. Vox prides himself on being everywhere at once but he knows his limits. If wants to keep this cushy life he built, and you safe, he can’t spread himself too thin. That means occasionally cutting back on distractions

• So go out, have your fun— playtoys even! He’s not worried. Vox has literal eyes on you 24/7, access to your phone and all its contents, your lifeline is constantly synced to his peripherals. Really! He’s not worried!

• The problem arises when Vox feels threatened or undermined. If he’s in the same room, no one should even be looking at you! And if some sorry soul dared to touch you!? That’d be the last time they have hands

• “I’ve been looking for you!” He says from behind as his claws creep around your shoulders. He’ll ignore the Sinner, bringing your attention to him as security drags them away. You don’t need to know how jealous he can get

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Sharing, shockingly, is not in her vocabulary! Not outfits, not credit, not the spotlight and fucking especially not you

• You’re her favorite project, she so lovingly calls you, which is a giant compliment. She dresses you every day so if— for some hellish reason— you left her side, she knows she has a visual claim on you. Vel quickly snaps and posts a pic of the two of you together before you go, just to remind her audience the fact you’re spoken for! Don’t you feel safe? And stylish?

• Unlike her partners, Velvette can multitask so having you around the studio can be an everyday treat! Unfortunately she has to split her focus, occasionally crashing the conversation to a stop so she can snap at someone

• Her eyes are sharp, they pick up on every little detail and seldom miss a thing. No one in her workshop would even think about approaching you, unless Vel asked, so it was all too easy to spot that new-nobody-model break his neck to check you out

• You’ve seen Velvette reduce even the oldest, most thick skinned to a puddle of piss in the street with her words. She doesn’t give anyone the chance to touch what’s hers. She’s shameless and loud, stopping the inappropriate behavior from across the room if she has to, “Oy! You! You’re fuckin’ fired, get the fuck out of here ‘fore I set you on fire!”

• As they run for the elevator, she debates if the clothes they’re wearing are worth keeping or not. With a glowing finger she swipes them off the model anyways, stripping them of her brand… and their dignity

• Velvette marks the occasion with a kiss to your cheek, stained with black lipstick, and another posted picture with a clever caption

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Val invented jealousy

• He handles it as well as everyone expects

• It’s not limited to you, either! Business partners, employees, friends (if he has any left), play things, he’ll be up and arms about anything that belongs to him. There’s only one way to cut the cord tethered to him, and he’s always the one to decide how and when

• Val may have a lot of toys but you’re not one of them. You’re special— precious, actually!

• He has tabs on you at all times. Tracker in your phone, jewelry with his name on it, a bodyguard if he’s feeling particularly paranoid that day!

• Val also loves showing you off. Love bites are his favorite mark of ownership, he’ll show off wherever is most recent so be prepared to swat his hands away. Everyone can look, but only he can touch. He has four hands, one of them is on you at all times in public

• No one should manage to get in spitting distance of you— but if somehow they did and had the gall to talk to you… he’ll break their nose on the spot. He’d make quicker work with a gun, but then he’d get blood on you and he doesn’t want that

• “You’re so fuckin’ hot tonight, baby, look how clumsy you’ve made this idiot!” Val cackles, poorly masking his rage, “Seriously, I think you’re trying to get me riled up.” You open your mouth to deny it but he laughs again, carefully pulling you closer with both pairs of arms, “I’m only teasing!”

• Looming over you, Val shoots said idiot a murderous glare that gives them a five second head start. He’s yet to lose this game of chase. He always returns, clean as a crappy soap ad, to shower you in gifts in lieu of an apology for disappearing

#hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #the vees #the vees x reader #vox headcanons #vox imagine #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #velvette headanons #velvette imagine #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino imagine #they’re all messy but i love them #except val he knows what he did

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dokyeomini · 1 year

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dks that make me kick my feet and giggle and wrap the telephone cord around my fingers

#and i mean that literally... except the phone cord ofc

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saja-star · 2 years

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One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.

A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.

When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.

When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.

#linguistics #writing #metaphor #spinning #carding #textiles #fiber crafts

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wxxpingangxls · 22 days

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big beefy men who would of course never lay a hand on you, but when it to eating you out? girllll this man would have you in 7 different positions in 7 minutes; each minute would be spent with you cumming on his tongue. holding you comfortably still each time as well. you could be on his face, on your knees, in a damn headstand, lying down, doing the splits on his face and he’d still hold you with security. and not only that, but this man can’t keep his hand to himself. when he’s eating you out his hands are everywhere but by his side. sometimes they’re even in your pulsing cunt. but most of the time, they’re either on your tits or spreading you further open for his hot and mean gaze.

+a/n; i got a question for you lot. if you had to choose between being dicked down till like you’re asleep or getting eating out until you on the verge of tears, and your feet are literally cramped not even from curling but from stretching out, and you’re teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, all while your legs are convulsing and every touch to your thigh sends electrical rockets to your brain through your spinal cord; what would you pick?🤔 idk yall i prolly go with being eaten out but idk maybe that’s just me 🤷‍♀️

Renji, Shunsui, Shui Kong, Toji, Hakari, Higuruma, Choso, Nanami, Todo, Suguru, Aki, Reiner and anyone else 🩷

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