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[confettix]

A very (late) Clone high valentines day (with honorable mentions at the end)

Tags boutta go crazy yall watch this

[strawbearbean]

mr man! mr soot!!! i actually quite like drawing his funny little trench coat a lot more than i thought :) 

i know there is discourse about whether he’s a villain or not, i’m not trying to make a statement about that! it’s mostly because i rewatched this stream today n like. that line did me an ouch a lot more than i expected it to :( 

as always wishing you nothing but the best! i hope you can see something in your favorite color today and smile a little!

image description under the cut :0

it’s a waist-up drawing of wilbur in a very dark brown, a light orange, and white! kinda um soft-looking because that’s the vibe i was going for. wilbur’s got his revived fit so like the white streak, open trench coat, sweater and bandaged arm thing! he’s looking sorta sheepishly into the camera with his hand up like he’s pointing at himself or scratching his face nervously (to be very honest idk which one i was going for). i played around with positive/negative space so that his sweater and trench coat kinda mold into a scene of wilbur’s silhouette in pogtopia. he’s looking up and crying, surrounded by a bunch of buttons. there’s a lil bit of text that reads “are you trying to make me feel as bad as i did in pogtopia?” and yeah!

[knifvd]

@ubiquitousidol asked : do you think there’s something wrong with me ? for monika from yuna!

            STRIKING  GREEN  looks  up  towards  the  other  ,  head  canting  to  the  side  :  find  program  she  is  NO  less  surgical  knife  crafted  by  creators  who  no  longer  care  about  her  .  mulls  over  the  words  with  a  CERTAIN  sort  of  bemusement  .  warmth  fills  her  voice  ,  sounds  so  eerily  human  ,  sounds  so  kind  ,  so  happy  :  perfect  epitome  of  the  president  everybody  needs  to  cling  to  for  some  semblance  of  reality  .  "  wrong  with  you  ?  of  course  not  , yuna  .  why  would  there  be  ?  "  saccharine  in  her  tone  is  too  sweet  ,  almost  DISGUSTINGLY  so  ,  drips  honey  that  sours  and  molds  on  tongue  if  one  were  to  taste  it  .  sounds  so  full  of  life  .  so  full  of  life  .  

         sympathy  rises  up  in  her  THROAT  ,  but  there's  a  certain  kind  of  POWER  she  relishes  in  ;  seeing  the  OTHER  scramble  and  beg  for  her  validation  ,  for  her  approval  .  she  must  be  disgusting  .  she  must  be  .  (  but  you  love  it  .  lovely  amalgamation  of  a  person  you  are  ,  spent  years  clawing  out  of  prison  you  do  nothing  but  relish  in  the  blood  shed  of  others  that  beg  to  be  like  you  .  you  relish  it  .  you  relish  in  your  power  ,  in  the  way  that  they  look  at  you  .  like  you're  a  god  .  you've  squashed  the  weakness  inside  you  ,  snuffed  it  out  like  carbon  dioxide  to  fire  ,  starving  yourself  of  oxygen  until  there  was  nothing  left  .  nothing  left  of  them  ---  and  nothing  left  of  you  .  )

         (   ̴w̴h̴y̴ ̴ ̶i̸s̷ ̷ ̴t̵h̴e̶r̵e̵ ̴ ̷n̷o̶t̷h̶i̶n̴g̷ ̶ ̸h̶e̶r̷e̷ ̸ ̷?̶ ̵ ̴c̶a̴n̴ ̸ ̷a̴n̶y̵o̴n̵e̴ ̵ ̸h̸e̸a̸r̴ ̶ ̵m̶e̴ ̶ ̷?̴ ̶ ̵i̷'̸m̷ ̵ ̶s̷c̸a̷r̴e̵d̶ ̴ ̶.̴ ̸ ̷i̷'̵m̷ ̷ ̷s̸c̶a̵r̵e̴d̷ ̷ ̸.̸ ̴ ̴c̷a̷n̸ ̸ ̷y̵o̷u̶ ̶ ̴h̷e̵a̸r̵ ̸ ̸m̵e̸ ̷ ̶?̵ ̶ ̵ ̵i̵ ̷ ̴d̶o̴n̶'̸t̷ ̶ ̸t̴h̵i̸n̶k̸ ̴ ̷i̴'̵m̶ ̸ ̴r̵e̶a̵l̶ ̷ ̷.̸ ̷ ̵i̶ ̵ ̶d̶o̵n̵'̴t̸ ̵ ̷t̴h̷i̴n̴k̷ ̸ ̸i̸'̶m̴ ̶ ̸s̸u̵p̶p̴o̴s̵e̶d̷ ̶ ̷t̶o̸ ̴ ̷b̸e̶ ̵ ̶h̷e̷r̴e̷ ̵ ̵.̴ ̶ ̷s̸a̶y̴o̸r̶i̶ ̶ ̷,̵ ̷ ̴y̷u̶r̸i̴ ̵ ̵,̴ ̶ ̵n̴a̸t̵s̵u̸k̶i̴ ̶ ̸.̵.̶.̶ ̸ ̶t̴h̷e̴r̸e̵'̴s̶ ̴ ̴n̶o̶t̴h̴i̸n̷g̴ ̵ ̴t̷h̵e̸r̷e̵ ̷ ̴.̶ ̷ ̴p̸l̴e̸a̸s̵e̷ ̵ ̴.̸ ̵ ̸i̸'̷m̸ ̶ ̷s̶c̴a̴r̵e̸d̵ ̸ ̶.̶ ̵ ̴i̵ ̴ ̶d̵o̴n̵'̴t̸ ̶ ̵w̴a̴n̶t̶ ̵ ̴t̵o̸ ̷ ̶b̶e̴ ̴ ̶a̴l̵o̷n̴e̴ ̷ ̶a̵n̴y̴m̵o̷r̸e̵ ̶ ̶.̶ ̸ ̸i̴ ̴ ̵d̶o̵n̶'̸t̶ ̷ ̷k̴n̸o̸w̸ ̴ ̴w̷h̴a̶t̴ ̴ ̴t̵o̷ ̴ ̵d̷o̷ ̸ ̶.̵ ̵ ̷i̵ ̵ ̷d̶o̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷ ̴k̵n̶o̵w̵ ̴ ̷w̶h̴a̸t̵ ̸ ̷t̵o̵ ̷ ̶f̴e̷e̴l̶ ̷ ̴.̸ ̷ ̴c̶a̵n̷ ̶ ̶i̷ ̷ ̵e̷v̷e̸n̴ ̵ ̶f̴e̷e̸l̶ ̵ ̷?̷ ̷ ̵i̸ ̸ ̸d̶o̸n̷'̶t̸ ̸ ̸k̵n̵o̵w̴ ̷ ̴.̶ ̴ ̷i̶ ̴ ̶t̶h̵i̴n̴k̴ ̷ ̸i̴ ̴ ̶n̸e̴e̴d̶ ̸ ̶h̸e̷l̷p̶ ̷ ̷.̴ ̷ ̸p̷l̷e̷a̵s̵e̸ ̷ ̷,̸ ̶ ̸i̷ ̶ ̷t̴h̷i̶n̴k̸ ̸ ̷i̶ ̷ ̷n̷e̵e̸d̴ ̵ ̵h̴e̶l̴p̵ ̶ ̵.̸  )

          gentle  hand  to  cup  her  cheek  as  she  swallows  back  the  VOICE  that  sounds  a  bit  too  familiar  to  her  ,  "  you're  perfect  ,  yuna  .  don't  change  a  thing  .  "

       (  and  when  she  says  it  ,  it's  not  a  question  ,  but  a  command  .  )

                              𝘼𝙎𝙆  𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀  𝙄  𝘾𝘽𝘼  𝙏𝙊  𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿  .  𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨  𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  !!

[j-onecult]

I don't think you understand but Jisung as someone who is such a brat 24/7. Usually, you'll be the one wanting to bother him when he's at work but when you get home, since you work from home, he 100% would take your laptop and hide it somewhere inside the house and would only give it back to you when you agree to have sex with him.

BUT it doesn't stop there, if he's too horny, he would not give it back until you're too fucked up and tired from rounds of sex. He doesn't care if you'll lose your job as he kept telling you "Just stay still baby and let me make all the money we need".

- 🌹

THE "JUST STAY STILL BABY AND LET ME MAKE ALL THE MONEY WE NEED" IM GOING TO DIEEEEEE QUITE REALISTICALLY

he would love to tease, laying on the couch as you frantically look for your laptop, tearing through cabinets and drawers as you huff frustratedly, finally confronting him. "where's my laptop, sung? i have work i have to finish." you spoke harshly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stand in front of him, his doe eyes looking up at you oh-so innocently. "i have no idea what you're talking about, y/n, i just got home!" he'd mumble, looking back down at his phone as you grumble, shaking your head. "the least you could do is help me look for it!" you hiss, kneeling in front of the couch, looking underneath to see if he maybe hid it under there. a gentle hand brushed against your bum, your cheeks immediately burning as you sat up quickly, brows furrowed. "maybe you should check under the table, it might be under there." jisung would hum as you roll your eyes, glancing under the table as you could've sworn you saw your laptop, the silver gleam catching your attention as you lean over again, reaching for it as you hiss in annoyance, the bind of a book caught the light weird and definitely wasn't your laptop.

the hand curiously made it's way to your bum again, gently caressing before landing a strike which sent a shiver up your spine, hiss falling from your lips as you glance back, leaning against the table. "you done having your fun yet, sung? i need to get to work, you don't understand how urgent it is." you mumble, rising to your feet before you feel the familiar arms wrap around your waist, head nuzzling against the small of your back as a small whine falls from jisung's lips, pouty lip jutted out. "if you let me fuck you, i promise i'll tell you where your laptop's at," jisung cooed, a gasp falling from your lips over how.... naughty he was being, to say the least. he said it like it was just everyday conversation!

"sungie, that's not even a fair compromise," you murmur, being pulled into his lap as you squeeze your thighs together, shaking your head lightly as he presses soft kisses to your neck, hand trailing up your tummy to trace small shapes on your chest, a smile on his features. "c'mon baby, miss feeling you around me, i can tell you miss it too," he hummed softly, his hand dropping to your thigh as you sighed softly, his fingers inching closer and closer to your heat, the knot in your gut tightening a little as you shivered out a sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"f-fuck, fine," you hiss, spreading your legs a little as jisung smirked, fingers tracing over your clothed heat, the wetness soaking through the cloth a little. "please, touch me more," you whine out, rolling your hips against his fingers as he chuckled lightly, pressing kisses to your jaw, nimble fingers moving your panties out of the way, teasing and prodding at your wet hole, adoring the way you knock your head back, heady whines falling from your lips.

"jus' stay still, baby. lemme make all the money we need," jisung mumbled, fingers sliding into your slick with ease as you moaned out, gripping his arm as your back arched; you knew tonight was going to be a long night.

[3lscarian]

this whole tma and hermitcraft thing makes me. So happy. like happy to the point where i would not be surprised if my tma hyperfixation kicks my door in alongside my hermitcraft one.

[revuestars]

( inbox ) @tenkoseiensei​ : 'don't'cha trust me?' an open palm. expectant. waiting. his eyes, too, are all too empty; utterly devoid of any light. it's the sort of look that could swallow you whole. the deep dark of a shadow in a filthy city, spotted by nothing but scarlet flecks and an uneasy, phantom green. nonetheless, he gently coaxes. his voice is gentle as a knife. every inch of him swears and promises there's no reason for so much dread. in fact, it's as if he's trying too hard. 'come on, master. take my hand.'

     nothing like a gentle dream , quite the opposite if anything . wind blowing from high altitude to remind her of the dangerous reality . a rock and a hard place . no , more like a high place . sparing a quick glance below from the high edge of a building . whether he wanted to play some mind games with Ritsuka into thinking she can escape — he has her cornered . communications still cut off , but she’s sure Da Vinci and Mash could see the increased speed of her heartbeat , anticipating if that’ll cut off too . 

     maybe in another time , she would’ve taken his hand : covered in blood and nigh out of her mind , she would’ve grabbed at anything . two beings at their absolute lows , one seeking glory while heavily misguided ; only to receive a person that fell out of hers . what then ? surely that is not a pleasant ending to imagine nor write . Ritsuka could only bring herself to watch his eyes , noting too , the lack of warmth in his presence . ( cool metal of the knife tickling her neck , and dangerously close to slicing it . ) she already knows these are not completely different people , instead , just different aspects of oneself . ( intensified , misconstrued and tainted ; here in this quarantined city , survival placed high above before anything else . )

     her Yan Qing already scrambled , put everything on the line : for her trust , attention , and reliance on him . all those promises that were made , it has to be you . right , he wouldn’t try so hard here ( at least she thinks ) . trust him now and ask questions later , hastily grabbing her hand but not harshly ( at least she thinks ) , not the way this assassin had already handled her . 

     she already knows her Yan Qing was here . beside her , not directly in his own form , but in another’s . in the form of long gazes , and over protectiveness than what was expected from the other . he must be scrambling to find her , praying that she hasn’t gotten hurt . well , here’s his final test : a trust fall , of extreme measures .

     “ as gentlemanly as you’re being right now , i gotta decline you this time . ” and passes him a smile .

     then she drops .      ah , he’s not gonna live that down for awhile . ( if he catches her on time , ) 

     she knows he will , though .

[686f7a696572]

liam is really coming for me tonight

[mocha-likes-stuff]

Fishwives in a Spy AU 😌

"The Blue was a small Ajah, but every sister said it had a larger network than any other." - New Spring

Hehe a late post for @siuanraineweek | Day 7 - Another turning of the wheel / AUs.