#nshtn

[weekly-eons]

Is there a sticker version of disability pride Sylveon? If not may I have your good graces to print off a small one at like CVS or sumfin' and put it on my laptop? I would adore to put such a lovely, creative and beautiful little drawing on it. I think you are really talented.

All the best

Erwynne

Well there is one now!

Disability Pride Eon Sticker - Ori's Ko-fi Shop

5-6 cm stickers of my Pride eeveelution design!

[cozylittleartblog]

OMG i loved the novel tags on your mk2k art i'm so glad another person out there thinks michael is Coping big time

oh he is coping so hard it makes him look stupid. i mean it's Obvious. I mean it is layers upon layers of coping and trying to convince himself there is no way he is in this situation. somehow the biggest thing he would be in denial about is the gay part, not even the car part. couldn't tell you if that's from how human he sees his partner or further cope in line with "is it really gay if he's not really a man, either?"

he likes women, obviously he's not gay. you can't like women and men. pssh. i mean maybe sometimes he stares at guys too long and gets a little hot at the collar, but that's just... admiration, right? envy? envious of Guys Bein' Doods? -- and nothing that happened between him and the guys in 'nam counted. that doesn't count. anything that's happened when he was drunk also doesn't count. and even STILL, you can't like women and cars and sports and be gay, right? nahhh. (<- bullshitting himself) and like... kitt is his buddy! that's his partner! they're obviously so close because they've gone through a lot together and almost died NUMEROUS times. and even besides all of THAT, everyone's... everyone's a little gay. there's no way they aren't. so what if kitt has him feeling certain kinds of ways on long drives or when he's in the motel by himself at night? clearly he just needs to find a girl to fool around with. duh. of Course. ... and yeah whatever kitt's a car people will think that's insane but kitt is also a person. he is so strongly a person, a unique sentient personality. is it so wrong for someone to love, or to want to love someone, even if they look strange to other people? is that a crime? ... anyway michael's slut activities increase x300 the entire time he's trying to convince himself he's not gay, which starts with him unable to have the one he wants most so he copes by having everyone else instead, which THEN also broadly overlaps with when he starts fooling around with his car. which he only convinces himself isn't really gay because arguably, kitt isn't a man or a woman. and surely he's just going through some kind of... Something, if he's feeling the things he does as often as he does towards who he does. clearly it's just stress pushed to the breaking point. michael getting those stupid fluttery feelings when kitt acts defensive and protective of him in the presence of girls or other cars doesn't mean anything. it doesn't. normal flattery and nothing more. (<- cope harder, gayboy)

and don't!! even get me started!! on his self worth issues!! even after he figures out and accepts his feelings, there's a whole other mess to untangle called "does michael deserve to have a life outside of the foundation". is he allowed to love kitt when he faces death every day and the risk of breaking his heart? is he allowed to love kitt when that might mean losing him one day to a field accident bonnie can't fix? too many people come after him and the people he loves for him to love ever again. is kitt a safe person for him since he's nearly indestructible and faces the same challenges he does? or is kitt the worst possible person for him to love when kitt faces death and peril nearly as much as michael does? will they be at this until they die, will FLAG ever allow them a normal retirement? does he even have a right to ask for one now that wilton has saved his life, a life he lives out every day in service to that man's dream, let alone after what happened with Stevie? is he a human man or is he an idea?

chat those two legitimately make me insane.

[weskie]

domestic? got you.

wesker cockwarming you when he takes a day to read paperwork at home. you're a great lapwarmer, so when you complain that you're thirsty and need to do your own things, he gets his own water bottle while unpointedly ranting about how distracting you are, honestly, takes a large sip, makes you corkscrew in his lap (and grunts a little, hot breath fanning you), forces his face together with yours and gives you the most dominating, spit-bubble-filled kiss.

The front of your shirt gets wet.

you turn back around red as a beet and he has to hold you close against him so that you don't drip water all over his important Umbrella papers.

he privately wonders to himself what the fuck just came over him to do something so messy, but waves it off as silly oxytocin and a helping of serotonin from your too-gracious rocking. he'll have to discipline you better next time.

-

also, when you wobble in his lap, he steps on your foot and growls a little to make you stay still.

if he's feeling deeply focused and generous he'll lean forward just enough, grab your jaw with one hand to keep it steady (and because he likes the way you tense and huff), and begin reading off the results of his paper in your ear, so close, deep and breathy that you can feel the hot breath against the shell of it and smell nicotine and mint. he likes when you ask what different things mean and he gets to explain them to you while purring and rolling his hips into you.

but watch out, ask too many dumb questions so you get more rolling and he'll harmlessly degrade you about how stupid you must be. what idiot doesn't know what "n =" means? you must be asking because you want more stimulation, right? that's it, dearheart... tell him what you want... use your words...

...

he just gives a sadistic laugh, lets your jaw go, and goes back to reading like he never asked. but you feel his hips tense.

ok sorry for making it really long i just have Thoughts about this man.

probably pretty OOC. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. <:3c ...

THE WATER THING MADE ME WEAK IN THE KNEES LIKE HELLO???

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

wesker I'm thirsty pspspssps

[destinationtrekk]

i got shingrix cause my roommate has shingles and my body & arm hurts so bad rn AHHHHHHH

I humbly kindly request Wesker giving reader a hug after they politely ask him because they do Not feel the best... thank you very much...

oh nshtn i hope you feel better!!! and i know for a fact wesker would baby and care for you always <3

you stumble into his office after feeling just awful all day. nothing has helped - medicine, sleeping, eating, not even chugging water got rid of the wracking something plaguing your body.

so it leaves you only one option: comfort. now that you know nothing will make the pain and discomfort go away, the only thing left is to Cope With It. which of course sucks to do alone.

wesker had told you once that he was there for you, for anything, so you might as well start cashing those checks.

he's standing menacingly at his desk - an expensive sitting/standing one he just had to have - and typing away furiously. you almost feel bad to interrupt him while he's busy, but he had been adamant you come to him for help. you slide up beside him cautiously, like now of all times will be when he rejects you for the first time, and lean against his desk next to his elbow.

he glances at you for a moment, and then continues typing away. "Something you need, dear?"

you blush and nod, realizing now that asking for help is much harder than it seemed when you were lingering in the hallway. "Are you busy? I can wait if-"

His sharp turn cuts you off, and his brows furrow as he studies you. his glasses are sitting low on his nose, and he lifts them up to tuck into his hair. he's looking through you like glass. "No, I'm not busy. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong! I was just wondering if, uh, you could- well..." He's smirking at you now, leaned on an elbow on his desk and one leg kicked over the other like this is the most entertaining thing he's seen all week.

"If I could...?"

He's being purposefully obtuse. he could always tell when you were getting sick before you even felt symptoms. the sheen of sweat on your forehead and trembling hands must be obvious, though, despite how his heightened senses told him everything. he just wants you to admit that you were feeling pain - something he had been offering to help you with for days now.

"Please, can I have a hug?" You heave a great sigh to distract from the warm blush spreading up your neck - from fever or embarrassment, you weren't sure. His face softens, and without a word you're wrapped in his arms.

this is...not what you expected. you thought he'd be a little more distant, a little more tense around you. but despite his size he's so gentle where he splays a large hand across your back, the other coming to cup the back of your head and press you to his chest. it takes you a moment, but you eagerly bury your face into his shirt. soft fabric rubs against your cheek while you breathe in his warm cologne, and it's like you never felt bad to begin with.

"You only had to ask, sweet thing," his chuckle rumbles against your face as he squeezes tighter. he rubs his hand slowly up and down your back, sliding beneath your shirt during one pass to flatten his warm palm to your skin. he doesn't seem to mind that you feel sweaty and gross and awful, because he drops his chin to your head and...purrs?

no, he can't possibly be purring. uroboros has done many, many things to his body, but he couldn't - oh, he actually is.

you can feel the vibrations coming from him, from his chest and throat and the underside of his chin. all pressed along your face and head, it's like he's vibrating your soul. the hand in your hair slides down to cup your neck, gently squeezing like he's scruffing you. it's insanely comforting and a little arousing at the same time. being trapped in his muscular arms, held in place by his warm hands and vibrating with white noise - you never want to leave.

unfortunately, he does actually have work to do. his purring dies down and he pulls away moments later, a pink blush painting his own cheeks. he slides a hand up to your cheek, red eyes darting around your face as he studies you.

"you definitely have a fever, pet. another day or so. shouldn't last longer than that." the twitch of his nostrils tell you that he's scenting you like a dog, which okay, yeah, it's actually insanely helpful, if a little weird. "I'll be done soon. Go lay on the couch and I'll find something stronger to help you sleep."

he turns you towards the couch near his desk and returns quickly to typing. you do as he says, still a little dazed from whatever psychological or biological trick he just played on your body. his couch is much more comfortable than it has any right to be, and maybe another nap doesn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

[flappybat]

lil' headshot of a really cool guy on here!! ;v;<3 had a lot of fun working on this fella! cute bnuy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[the-terminator]

who's your favorite starcraft character!

Alarak, he is just so saucy and is voiced by the wonderful John de Lancie. I clocked Q as soon as I heard his voice.

Artanis and Zeratul are close seconds, can you tell I’m a Protoss main?

[vodkafolie]

i love how chickens are so importatnt o your oc i really love hazel chickens so much thank you because now i know a lot about chickens i never would ahve known but then i read your fic and now i love chickens because i think hazel is awesome. (sorry if this looks weird i took my meds)

I've been slowly dying from horrible acid reflux and a creeping migraine but this has made my day thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[residentcrows]

damn lance a little freaklet

https://www.tumblr.com/residentcrows/793900209158684672?source=share

Damn right he is! 💖

Really going to be leaning into the freak. I keep saying he's a sadomasochistic bastard with violent based intrusive thoughts and not doing enough about the actual sadistic side of him.

More example under the read more:

CW: transmasc woundfucking

Wound fucking with a cunt. Need to have Lance fuck someone's gut wound, him digging his hands in, pressing the hot and pulsing organs against his cunt to grind against them until he gets off, his thighs a mess of gore and his own slick, staring down at whatever poor sod he did this to with a satisfied grin. Depending on who he did this to, he'd either finally kill him, or have more fun~