#oh lord

[yxleii]

WOAH WHO GAVE HER THAT (both vers.)

[rawrawaw]

BRAZIL IS ACTUALLY CANON IN HETALIA OMGG

[deathbywams]

they're going thru mitosis.... 15 and counting...

wss dni

[onionsu]

bug portraits for face refs!! <3 this is if they were all in pharloom! :)

[xxun-punxx]

oh yeah new ultrakill update that overhauls the visuals i dont think it'll add that much.

oh, they added a new death screen? what's it look li--

im about to be on the fucking news

[eraserbread]

18+ | mdni | dilf!gojo worships his best friend's daughter's tattoo

"who knew a last name could taste so good?" gojo croons, his warm, shiny lips pressed to the delicate script of your tramp-stamp. holding your hips, keeping you in place, he falls to his knees behind you at the side of the bed, tracing the edge of your lace panties with his thumbs.

you hum, soaking up his attention like a sponge — already flustered when you peek over your shoulder, gazing down at his messy mop of light hair. he's making out with the tattoo — tongue swirling across the sloping kanji, lips sucking the fleshy warmth between them.

reaching up to hold yourself steady on the headboard post, you swallow down a moan, sawing your bottom lip between your teeth like it'd ward off the feeling. "i'm yours,"

"ge—to," he pronounces the syllables through kisses like he's studied them through countless lifetimes — massaging your soft ass against his palms. "say it."

"m-my name?" you stutter, turning your head around when he slowly rises to his feet — his solid frame pressed to your naked back. your loose-fitting dress is littered somewhere on his waxed bedroom floor, melting off the throw rug like your last shreds of individuality, and he's nearly fully covered.

his arms cross over your waist and tummy like a boa constrictor, the toned muscles flexing around your body like they had a mind to never let you fade away. gojo answers you with a kiss, nodding as he presses his lips to the base of your neck, guiding your head to the side so he can mark you to oblivion. "say it."

"g-geto..." you whisper, feeling the name you've become so familiar with fall off the tongue with a hint of need. "please, touch me... there..."

"where? say my name." his voice is tinged deeper — raspy and sloppy when it's usually so precise and delicious. still, the sound sends your eyes fluttering back into your skull, the butterflies in your core pooling into easy, gathered wetness against lace. like he can smell it as it rushes, gojo slides his fingers over your crotch, a big arm locking your pelvis in place as he reaches to play in your weeping, sensitive cunt.

as soon as you feel him there — featherlight and demanding against your clit, rolling it between his fingers, you're tossing your head back and tightening your iron-grip on the bedpost.

gnawing for the response he needs, gojo retracts his pinching fingers, sliding two of them side-by-side through your folds, before withdrawing and giving your pussy a sweet, direct little slap — smiling with all of his teeth when you push out a flustered cry. something inside his quelled soul is stoked into flames, tossing ash onto all his self-control — his perfectly curated way of turning his thoughts into polite sentences.

still, gojo needs you to feel it. he needs the weight of his need, and the buried animosity he has for your dad, to be buried inside of your warmth, filtered out with each orgasm. he needs it to hurt... sweetly. just until you're crying — just until you're weary with him.

like you two are made for this, now, gojo steps back and guides you forward into the bed, folding you at the waist. your breath is all caught and heavy like you're not used to this — that this hasn't become familiar and exhilarating as he shrugs his pants and briefs down in less time than it takes you to blink back at him.

pulling your arms in front of you to rest a cheek on your crossed wrists, you lean back into him, watching how his aged, sunken cheeks hollow around two of his fingers — wetting them to slip inside of you. so badly, you wish you could see him and the weight of his pale, flushed cock, flexing against reddened knuckles, as spit-soaked fingers reach to tug at the flushed tip.

gojo knows to make you yearn for it — how to make you whisper how fucking hot or divine he looks like this. your need knows no bounds when he's towering and lanky behind you — rock-hard chest caught behind the compression shirt he has to yank up to watch himself slide against your pretty lace panties. caught between his thumb and the swell of your ass, he smirks when he pulls the fabric to the side, drinking in the softness of your natural being.

he slips inside of you like that — lips parted as your impossible heat envelopes him like an embrace, on fire. stark white eyelashes — clumped with wetness, rest on his high cheekbones in opaque feathering, giving no mind to this moment, and just letting himself melt into the pleasure of you all over again.

♱ gojo doesn't cut you loose until your knees are shaking under him — sheets soiled with your own need, dripping to your crossed ankles. pinned like a dried daisy on his cottony bedspread, he pulls out when he's about to cum, and leaves you like that.

just long enough for him to yank you closer, slapping a harsh palm over the inflamed ink, so it can burn a bit hotter for him.

"geto," he whispers once more, face and chest beet red from funneling all of his energy into your sobbing cunt. he chews on a smile as he finally cums for you, head tossed back and joyous in all forms of the word as he repeats your name like a mantra — streaks of pearly white need falling in patterns over the tattoo.

it's hard to think about much when his favorite sight is splayed out in front of him, corrupted and limp, but the only thing gojo can think about now is how perfect you are.

"oh, getogetogetogeto—

was it you who came up with this idea @heaveninruins? maybe it was me, i can't tell or see straight — i think our minds are finally starting to merge

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[schpect]

haha yeah

[kalmar-202]

Another ep 7 spoilers!!

So uhh yeah I was rewatching ep 7 for the third time and decaded to compare these Abel's "memories" with actual scenes from previous episodes to once again find the evidence for the fact that Abel was not a person but an NPC

I already saw someone said that scene with Gangle was wrong but it was not persuasive enough for me so yeahhh maybe I'm just stupid for doing it but I thought it would be cool to share my investigations with you guys???

So the first one is the scene from ep 3 when Pomni was trying to learn to hold her breath

THIS SECOND FRAME FELT SOOO WRONG EVEN AT THE FIRST WATCH IDK maybe it's just the animators' mistakes, but I don't think Glitch would make SUCH mistakes by accident

And the bee in Gangle's notes? Yeahhh surely not the Caine's handwriting at all lol

The second one is from ep 1 aka pilot when Pomni was running from Kaufmo... Actually, I'm not really sure abt this one cuz it may just be a frame from a different perspective, but I'll give it a chance anyway........

The third one is from ep 2, this whole Kaufmo's funeral ya know? And yet in ep 7 we don't see Zooble at all but in ep 2 they were clearly with the others😭

And the last one is from ep 4 at the end scene. Bro why is Ragatha even walking with Zooble and Gangle??? At ep 4 she was with the rest of the group coming to her senses after the Stupid sauce... AND WHERE IS JAX IN EP 7 FRAME BRUH???

Perhaps it was obvious in the first place but I found it interesting to look for mistakes in the scenes idk mannn

These points perfectly show how AI works btw. If Abel is only an NPC in Caine's hands, then all these inconsistencies are quite understandable. AI memory is not perfect, AI can remember a lot of information, but it will make mistakes in small details. And these scenes are just confirmation of this for the audience so yep

AND STILL I don't even know what to think after all that has happened. I have arguments against the theory that it was all real, and I have arguments to confirm that they were really looking for escape, but in the end Caine found out about their plan. Oh, my brain.. it hurts......

BUT ANYWAY thank you for reading all of my yapping I have some ideas for the future arts so u guys need to wait for my cooking a little lololol

And if you notice something else I am happy to know your opinion