#i was crying while drawing the eyes LOLLLL

[twokinkybeans]

Hmmmm let’s do 69 😈

I knew that at least one person would request this! Help. Okay so... Here we go!!! 😈

It's time foooooooooorrrrrr... "Amok Time" by Five Year Mission! (Idk what’s worse about having to write a Starker fic based on this song; 1) the fact that it exposes my obsession with Star Trek TOS even through my taste of music, 2) the fact that it’s AMOK TIME on the 69th place bc of the homoerotic content of the episode the song is based on, or 3) the fact that I went like “I can totally write a realistic drabble about Starker in Space lollll. Either way… Enjoy this Starker/Star Trek/Fuck or Die thingy… I guess? ;P)

#69: Amok Time (listen here!)

Peter was the youngest Starfleet Captain to have ever existed, and rightfully so. He’d superseded the outstanding legacy of Captain James T. Kirk with his quick thinking and creative solutions to the issues at hand on the USS Avenger. 

Later, after this whole incident was over, Peter knew this might be one of the most creative ideas he’s ever had to ensure the safety of his crew, but right now, he could not think about it even if he wanted to. Stark’s cock in his ass sure managed to take over his ability to think straight. 

“Stark!” Peter cried out, panting heavily underneath the man. Stark whined, a low grunt rumbling from the depths of the Vulcan’s throat. 

“Mine,” he hissed, pounding his Captain harder. “You’re mine, Peter.”

Peter didn’t know if Stark would still feel the same way once his blood fever passed, but at this moment, Peter couldn’t care less. He nodded desperately, his nails clawing at Stark’s back hard enough to draw green droplets of blood. “Yours, I’m yours!”

Stark started to fuck him harder, hips snapping back and forth with such strength that for a second Peter was scared he was gonna get seriously injured, not that Banner wouldn’t be able to fix him, but… He didn’t think he’d ever get plowed this hard. It was so goddamn hot, though, the way Stark was all open and raw, panting, claiming him. 

“Peter, Imma-!” With a loud, animalistic cry Stark came, his alien dick pushed deep inside Peter’s ass. Peter gasped, clenching around him as he felt the cum fill him up. Yours, he thought again, and Stark as the touch telepath he was, moaned, body shaking, and then- oh god. Peter’s eyes flew open wide when he felt Stark’s cock swelling inside him rapidly. Jesus. 

“S-Stark- what’s that? Oh, fuck!” 

Stark’s face broke into a wide, playful grin. He moved his hips slightly, pushing the swollen nudge even further inside Peter. Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he sobbed happily. It felt so good. Too good. 

“You like my knot?” Stark inquired, still breathing hard. Peter nodded, eyelids heavy. “It was made to keep our cum inside our partners for as long as possible. It takes a while to go down, though my blood fever seems to have faded… Want me to care of your cock darlin’?” Peter nodded again, knowing that if he spoke there wasn’t much he could say, and he gasped loudly when Stark’s fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. He jerked him fast, squeezing in all the right places. Peter gasped, rocked his hips up, and gripped at the sheets beneath him when he felt Stark’s knot move inside him, and yet, at the same time, it held him in place. Stark chuckled darkly and leaned in to kiss his Captain.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Stark murmured hotly against his lips. Peter keened with pleasure, catching Stark’s lips between his teeth and dragging him down in a hot, messy kiss. It’s too much, too good, and before Peter even knew what was happening, Stark flicked his thumb past his cock one last time, and Peter came with a loud cry. 

Peter rode out the waves of his pleasure, enjoying the way the Vulcan cradled him in his arms and peppered him with kisses all over his face, his neck, his chest, until finally, his knot seemed to shrink. 

Stark grunted when he pulled out and collapsed on top of Peter.

“Did it… Help?” Peter asked softly. Stark nodded.

“Yeah, the blood fever has passed. I… Thank you, Captain. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Mr. Stark…” Peter sighed. “If I hadn’t done this, you would’ve died. I could not bear the thought. Besides, we… had fun, didn’t we?”

“Fun, Captain? Vulcans would never describe the Pon Farr as a time of fun.” He paused. “I suppose you humans would see it that way.”

“Oh shut up, Stark.” Peter laughed and shoved him a little. He didn’t miss the playful sparkle in Stark’s eyes, but it was clear that now that the blood fever had passed, Stark would go back to his old insufferable self. Peter smiled. Ah well. He loved him like this, and he knew they’d get their chance to talk. They would.

SEND ME A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-100, AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE CORRESPONDING SONG FROM MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED! (Numbers 3, 4, 7, 22 and 69 already taken!)

#kimwrites #starker #spotify wrapped #drabbles #send me numbers pls! <3

[silverdreamsstudios]

hi my friends were playing this game called gartic phone (basically the online version of telephone except that it alternates between writing and drawing) and i received the prompt ‘long live the king’ from someone and instantly thought of that one line in episode four where vexx says “LoNg LiVe thE kInG” so i quickly drew a bastardized version of vexx LMAOOO

#a6 #andromeda six #vexx serif #vexx #mod silver #crying i ran out of time so i didnt get to the gun LOL #i was crying while drawing the eyes LOLLLL

[ushidoux]

Be My Last - Iwaizumi x  Reader (Pt. 5)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~1.6 words)

Warnings: angst, mention of kid and implied marriage.

A/N: We’re at the end here! I hope you’re okay with the way this ended, and if not... *shrug* LOLLLL, we can talk about it. Thanks for reading up to now!! <333 See you in my next fic!!

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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Iwaizumi returned late that evening to realize that you were nowhere to be found.

It shouldn’t have been this alarming for him to not see you hanging upside down off the edge of the couch watching tv, futzing around in the kitchen, maybe staring out off the small balcony or snuggled up under the covers.

But you were absent, and on top of everything, the sight of a dark home proved to be too much for him to handle. Moreover, the home hadn’t always really been his, had it? It was yours and Ushijima’s far before he’d even come into the picture.

He had just been filling a space, just as he’d promised you.

He checked his phone only to be further defeated by the lack of a text message to let him know you were going out. You always let him know.

Iwaizumi turned on his heels and went back to his car. The roads were clearer now and he needed to drive. He needed to go, somewhere. It didn’t matter where to.

Years pass.

“Hot cocoa, please!”

Your daughter collapsed in your arms as she made this request, having run in your direction from the opposite side of the sitting room. She grinned widely, her brownish-green eyes seeming to sparkle despite the low light of the room. She is truly the happiest child, you thought for a moment, smiling as you mussed her hair affectionately.

“Okay, baby, we can get some,” you agreed, pulling her close for a kiss on the forehead, because how could you say no to that pure joy on her face?

“Did you have fun with your new friends?” You asked, rising.

You’d been watching her for a while now, seated in an overstuffed armchair by a roaring fire, thankful to be insulated from the frigid winter weather (turned out the cold of Eastern Europe was an entirely different type of cold than you were used to). It was a pleasure to see her discharge energy, bouncing around the other little kids at the ski lodge resort you’d been residing at since this past weekend.

She nodded. “That’s why I’m gonna drink it really fast so we can play some more!”

You chuckled, and held her little hand tightly. At least someone was having fun.

You on the other hand had decided you hated skiing with a passion six hours into the vacation after spilling spectacularly more than enough times on one of the beginner slopes. Not wanting to ruin your husband’s fun, you’d convinced him to let you stay behind with your four-year-old so that she could socialize, you could have a break, and he could try one of the more exciting slopes. 

Everyone won.

Well, sorta. He’d pouted as he set out on his own, and now you felt a little bad. Maybe you’d try again the next morning for him after you left your little one at a kids’ event.

“Is Daddy coming back soon?” 

Your little princess’ legs swung excitedly as she sipped her hot cocoa with far too many marshmallows, just after you’d blown at it a little to make sure she didn’t burn herself.

“Daddy will join us soon,” you assured her, your own hands warm with a cup of tea.

---

“I’m sorry.”

Before you is a glass of water with too much lemon. You’re seated at a diner, the very diner where you’d first confessed your feelings for him, and he’s speaking to you but you barely hear him - all you hear is the rushing of blood in your temples. 

Why now? What do you do with sorry after all this time?

Wakatoshi sees your expression and cracks a weary smile. 

“I shouldn’t say that, should I? It’s too little, too late.”

He’s right but you don’t answer.

It’s weird to see him after all these years, seated just across from you as though you were on a date as usual. You can imagine a heaping stack of pancakes between you, covered in too much fruit and too much syrup and him chastising you before you force a berry into his mouth. You can imagine laughter. You can imagine gentle touches, kisses, hugs. You can imagine the words ‘I love you.’

Is that what he’s sorry for?

“To-... Wakatoshi, why did you message me?” You don’t mean to sound curt, but if you speak longer you feel as though your voice will give out.

He winces almost imperceptibly at the use of his full name. But he’s always been steadier than you, emotion-wise. At least you think so.

“I wish it had been different.”

“So do I,” you say, quickly before thinking. But you don’t really, do you? 

There’s a man who loves you, possibly more than he loves himself, than he loves anything in the world. And if it weren’t for this, for Ushijima ‘releasing’ you, no matter how harshly, you wouldn’t have had the experience to be loved by him.

“I was wrong.”

He was. He was absolutely wrong. But what’s wrong and what’s right no longer matters. What matters is what is.

He pauses and sighs. You can see his hands now grip the end of the table as though to keep steady. 

“Thank you for coming.”

There is another pause, one that is suddenly too great for you to handle, where you want to sigh but instead you draw in a double breath.

You’re embarrassed because you do not intend to cry. Not after all this. Not in front of him. 

“You didn’t love me enough to compromise,” you end up sputtering out.

Your tears aren’t falling yet but your eyes swim and you blink them back furiously. “Why all this? Why now?”

He blinks once and you can see his fingers tighten around the edge of the booth, knuckles white.

“I was stupid then. I’m different now.”

The fact that his eyes are so sincere makes your heart wrench. You know that he doesn’t lie, he’s never felt a need to.

It’s a response that infuriates you but your anger is cool rather than hot and it’s diffuse, deafening and directionless. There’s no one to be mad at except the very fabric of time.

What do I do with this? What can I do?

Your heart settles, and you measure your next words carefully. 

---

“Daddy!”

Your daughter’s eyes widened immediately as she saw him approach behind you, and in mere seconds, she jumped out of her chair to embrace her father, nearly knocking over her hot cocoa in the process. You managed to salvage it to your credit, and you turned in your chair to flash a teasing grin.

“How were the slopes?”

---

“There was once a time where I would have followed you anywhere if you asked me to. Maybe it was unhealthy, maybe it was naïve, but I truly loved you to that extent. I would have left everything behind if you asked.”

The solemn look he sports on his face, so stoic as a defense mechanism that it seems almost caricature-like, only confirms that he knew. He knew that every word you said was true, and yet... 

“I thought it was the best decision at the time. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore.”

Maybe he was right. That sort of reckless love, especially when not reciprocated in earnest could only result in pain. 

His intentions were good. They were good. That’s what matters.

He had a reason.

----

Hajime frowned at you, which in turn made his little princess, now perched on his hip frown as well. 

“Your mother’s not being very nice, now is she?” He murmured, as he approached, now settling her back in the chair across from you. “She didn’t even want to ski with me!”

His arms crossed over his chest as he stood beside you now, a pretend-grumpy look on his face.

Your four year-old gasped. “What?! Mommy’s mean? Are you a bully?”

“Hey!” You nudged Iwa in the ribs. “Don’t make me out to be the bad guy! I’m coming with you tomorrow!”

To this, your husband’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on your head.

“You’d do that for me, my clumsy little penguin?” He whispered, just low enough that your little girl, who had now contented herself back to drinking her hot cocoa couldn’t hear.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“If you keep making fun of me, you’ll be on your own again, and possibly so for the rest of this vacation,” you grumbled back, but he laughed in earnest to your threat, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before dragging the nearest chair towards your table to complete your circle.

“So what do my favorite girls want for dinner?”

---

When Ushijima’s hands finally relax, and he places them clasped together on the table, you find yourself reaching for them. It’s no longer a natural, intrinsic movement of the arm and hand, the way it was years ago when you always yearned for physical contact. It’s now measured and intentional.

You squeeze his hands and they feel different. They’re larger, colder, rougher than Iwa’s are. It’s not a bad thing; just not the same. You can imagine that intertwining your fingers with his would feel imperfect, maybe even wrong.

You’ve changed. And he’s changed.

“Wakatoshi…”

You pause, and your hands linger. 

It’s hard to look in his eyes when you say this, but you do anyway. Their eyes are almost the same color, but Iwa’s are greener. An old idiom comes to mind and you banish it from your mind.

“You will always be my first love, but Hajime will be my last one.”

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwa x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #tw angst #tw breakup #series: be my last #mae.writing

[deathvsthemaiden]

Tagged by @kashilascorner to answer these writing questions! I’m not really a writer myself but her answers were v interesting+I know some other writers whose answers to these questions I wouldn’t mind seeing 👀 (I’m going stir crazy courtesy of quarantine+am nosy 🤗) warning/disclaimer/run while you still can alert: bc these qs are aimed at writers and I’m not one these answers aren’t going to “make sense” or “fit” per say, apologies in advance ✌🏽 I draw for fun though so my answers reflect that :P

1. When did you start writing?

I remember in elementary and middle school...I used to draw all sorts of random people in intricate outfits, and would get super into it, and through middle school to early high school especially I was a serial doodler who got in trouble alllll the time (I hold some petty, bitter grudges against a handful of teachers still.) (My eyes may have been on paper instead of on you but I was listening jerkwad! 😑) and like...fantasy was the 1st genre I fell in love with so I would try to come up with stories and whatnot for them but I was (am) so easily distracted and hapless that it went nowhere but I didn’t super mind. I just wanted to draw pretty outfits and the numerous (numerous) other images in my head and....still do. Writing stories requires a little more consistency and commitment than I’m willing to give 🤭😳 To sum up: I am flighty and can’t write for fun so I’ve never honest and to god began 🤷🏽‍♀️

2. Is there any special method that helps you getting to write?

(This is abt academic writing bc aside from texts it’s what I do most) I’m a mostly stationary lump of flesh and time is my catapult. I wait till deadlines are too close for comfort, pump myself full of caffeine, listen to music non stop and suffer suffer suffer.

Or on increasingly less rare (thank god) occasions when I am almost on top of things, I listen to music and pace around my room, typing in the google docs app on my phone while I type out garbled stream-of-consciousness notes-to-self, while considering the prompt, so future me has /something/ to work with. With the pacing it takes longer to write than when I’m at a desk but like. It’s less painful and I barely notice.

3. Do you listen to certain types of music to set the mood?

I have low tolerance for any slow/sad/soulful/hypnotic/crying songs so anything upbeat works and also I NEED lyrics most of the time, I have an almost as low tolerance for instrumentals. Like they’re fine but I also find myself sitting there waiting for something to “happen” (I’m sorry shcjfnfn) I listen to music while doing most things and, like pacing, I think it elongates tasks but also makes them less painful so!

4. Drawing, moodboards, character makers, music lists or none of those options?

All of those are fun, usually music and other people’s art is what inspires me to draw most though.

5. Would you prefer a big Hollywoodesque adaptation, a smaller project coming from the heart or no adaptation at all?

I usually have medium to major gripes with the most popular/big adaptations of books I feel strongly about so the 2nd option ✌🏽

6. Do you have any taboos or topics you try to actively avoid?

I’ll answer this as a reader. I have my limits to how much suffering I can read child characters in particular go through like I’ve dropped a book or two before for disturbing me too much in that regard. They weren’t bad!! I just personally didn’t wanna weather through that so I didn’t. I dropped Arundathi Roy’s The God of Small Things because of this, even though I loveddd the prose! :( I might try out her other book (books?) one day though. Stories dealing with such dark topics are important when done right etc. I just can’t stomach them 8/10 times

7. Are you in favor or against spoilers?

If the opportunity to experience whatever is being spoiled myself is unlikely/a long time coming/difficult to attain (because it has to be translated, localized, I need to wait a while to get my hands on a copy etc) I’m probably really really eager for spoilers and will search them out/ask people. If it’s something that consistently thrills me I /definitely/ do not want spoilers though!

Trying to get spoilers from me for things I love and have recommended is usually difficult, like I’ll do it you just have to show me you reallllly are sure you want this splendiddddd story ruineD for you! D:< (I joke. Spoilers don’t ruin good stories, not completely anyway)

8. Have you ever written something to appease or spite somebody else?

To appease? That’s my whole academic “”career”” lollll *shot* not to spite no! Sounds painstaking....like you need to make eff*rt 🥴 or smth.... 😬 mad and sincere respect to anyone out there with the drive to do that though! I’m just not that kind of gal......... I’m more than open to like. Proposing alternative versions of stuff that’s dissatisfied me when talking to friends (like x SUCKED it would’ve been so much better if y and z and t and v! Don’t u agree?) and I’ve drawn a few fan arts before where I like, edit character designs that infuriate me for being tasteless.

9. Being given the options “Candy Valley of the Lollipop” or “Cliff of Despair and Looming”, which one would you say approximates better to your WIP’s general aesthetic?

Hmm. Probs candy valley, Most of my ideas for drawing are like sunny in terms of mood, if that makes any sense. I love my fiction (as in the stuff I consume, not make) on the darker side though as long as it’s not like, pointless and obnoxious about it.

10. A media you weren’t expecting to inspire you, but does.

Hmm. Realistic fiction is nice but I can’t subsist on it, I need fantasy and magical realism and whatnot to stay sane, but sometimes I read a realistic fiction book and I have such crystal clear images of the scenes in my head and it impacts me so strongly that I really, really (really) am inspired to draw them (The Overstory by Richard Powers and The Little Friend by Donna Tartt come to mind)

Tagging: @howaboutswords @pinkafropuffs @adorakeys and anyone who sees this and would like to answer these questions totally should!! Tag me! 🏷

#ty for the tag+apologies for the delay!✨ #tagged in #this is a lot of rambling shxjdndnnd

[moro-nokimi]

rewatch part 2

YEAAA THE EPISODE

THIS IS WHERE IT HAPPENSSSS

oh creepy. you look at someone and they’re just writing names down. grody

ah what the fuck ryuk

ryuk and light is me with my friends

HE JUST IGNORES THEM?

where is yamamoto you bitch

light yagami at home depot what will he do

draw him like one of ya french girls

chillax dawg you can totally sleep in class

SAYU?!?!?

CUTIE

what that’s so easy! 

stereotypical younger sister

LOL

COULDN’T YOU HAVE FIGURED IT OUT YOURSELF? MR TOP STUDENT IN JAPAN?

YAAAAAA

matsuda!

dad!

gross

okay king

PREACH

LOLLLL no one is woke but that dude who calls out US federal law enforcement

BUT IT’S NOT A JOOOOOKE

isn’t soichiro a deputy director? is he in uhhhh takimura or kobayashi’s absence?

YEAH HE IS

he’s so fucking funny

oh that framing

(insert windows start up theme)

oh did they just layer shit over AJ’s voice? u can still parse it smh

OH THE MINOR KEY VERSION OF L’S THEME

oh how the mighty fall

no fucking kidding

sure it can

OPE

midwestern border on main

he’s just grasping at straws it’s so fucking funny

L is out here saying that ppl’s vibes are rancid and then he just ends up right

the gasoline should’ve dissolved the plastic. ah, artistic license

uh huh. that’s me rolling my eyes many years in the future

NO ONE STARTS A FIRE BECAUSE THEY WANT THEIR DIARY TO NOT BE SEEN oh my god the common sense in this guy is so lacking

i bet he asks if there’s calories in a bar of soap absorbed thru the skin

ah, a police state

CREEPY

i can hear the dial up tone

what do you want as a pseudonym light, countess boochie flagrante? 

stick with kira you little priss

ah, the prediction that lines up with the 2020 oneshot

hehe i’ve got flippy buffy season one bangs

oh, so you enjoy a police state you fucking piggy?

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

NOW WE’RE COOKING WITH GAS

YAAAAAAAAAAAA

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(evil cackle)

this voice actor is nailing it

dawg

“i anticipated this” (was visibly shocked when the broadcast went on)

MOOOOM LIGHT’S YELLING AT THE TV AGAIN

HAHA

BITCH

for the brightest student in japan u sure do lack common sense

isn’t it so fucked up that L just chose a simple dude on death row to die. gross

YIKES

shudders

HE STARTS TAUNTING HIMA.SDKLFNLAKJSDFHLKAJSBH

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NOW WE’RE TALKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i’m gonna cry this is so fucking cool

oh my god i’m shaking so hard

oh my god

BRUH?

DO YOU REALLY THINK SOME JAWN WHO DOESN’T EVEN TALK WITHOUT A PROXY AND SCRAMBLING HIS VOICE WOULD GO ON TV AND REVEAL HIS WHOLE NAME? HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BAD

YAAAAAA THE BATMAN GAMBIT

OH MY GOD

BYE I NEED CPR

yikes

LOL

THE BALLS

THE BRASS NUTS ON THIS FUCKING DUDE

ALESSANDRO JULIANI

OH MYH GOD THE TENSION

THE HOMOEROTICISM

fellas is it gay to be locked in a rivalry with another guy who’s trying to bring you down and also have you executed/put in jail

SCREAMING

the nuts. oh my god

bye i need an inhaler /hyp

KING?

had to scream

lol ryuk is so amused. chaotic neutral

fellas is it homoerotic to be saying the same things your rival is while you’re on different sides of the planet

but now i’m thinking about how light and L are just different sides of the same coin

#long post #vd.liveblogging #genitalia ment #<- tagging this for reasons that will become obvious if u read it