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Happy New Year! (photo is unrelated but thought I’d congratulate anyway)
I decided to practice a new style with some characters from my AU Hub comic to see if it sticks. Even changed up some designs of old ocs that haven’t even appeared yet but are planned. (You may participate at @auhub!)
Ethics and morality are not always present in fiction, and if you are so easily led by fiction, then perhaps you shouldn't read it.
Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
Chase, internally: I am evil, I am darkness, I am the night, I am terrifying. I am soulless and cruel. The devil himself fears me.
Omi: hello!! :D
Chase, internally, trying not to smile: Fuck
i’ve been inspired by the person who said if they got 666k notes they would practice self care. so ya know what? i’ve been in a spiral of depression for months so if this post gets 1 MILLION notes by the end of 2023, i will start taking care of myself and actually try to battle my depression and live my life. (this is never going to get 1m notes yall HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA)
If you want to know why Wally is so passive- aggressive, and honestly sometimes aggressive-aggressive, with Bruce it’s because Wally has spent years listening to Dick vent about him. Wally is high key mad that Dick didn’t get hugged enough as a child and I’m not even joking.
Wally is the person Dick vents to and talks about his day with and the guy he shares his thoughts and ideas with. And honestly a lot of that is because Wally prompts him to talk about himself. Almost none of this is uninitiated.
Wally knows A LOT
While he doesn’t repeat things Dick has told him in confidence, he does act on the things Dick has said, or rather he acts on his behalf (without Dick knowing), like when he consoled Barbara after their breakup because he knew Dick wouldn’t want her to be alone.
Wally is also EXTREMELY PROTECTIVE of his best friend
So all this culminates in Wally having a baseline of dislike for Bruce.
He knows that Bruce took over Dick’s case last Wednesday and that Dick said it was fine but it wasn’t fine and if Wally was able to tell that it wasn’t fine then Bruce should’ve and he never apologized to Dick and now Wally is actively judging him for it and is playing up the ‘ditzy annoying speedster’ routine and making snide comments during the weekly Justice League team meeting solely to give Bruce a headache.
My fucking professor just told me I’m behind the class even though I was under the impression that I was almost finished with the proyect.
Wtf I’m genuinely bubbling with rage, I just answered the question he asked about if we wanted to keep going normal paced or slow down.
Why does he treat me like I’m some sort of nuisance in class, I’m never participating in class again. I’m the only one who participates from my classmates and if that’s so annoying to him I’ll just stop.
See how you like it you prick
Me rn because this professor has been treating me quite badly overall and I had enough today
He will never know this is how I feel, but I guess my personal blog will know.
please reblog for a larger sample size my friends disagree with my methods
Jung Hoseok
Imagine 16+
Summary: Ceo, Hoseok and Y/N, his secretary fuck out the sexual tension between one another in the bedroom.
TW: cussing, explicit language, sex content, spanking, choking, mention of kinks, degradation.
Hyung Series: Part 2
Member: Jung Hoseok
Date Finished: January 16, 2022
( MY WORK! DO NOT STEAL! )
I thought he was done, but without giving me time to catch my breath his tongue met my collarbone. The sudden motion caused me to moan; the combination of wetness from his tongue and heat from his body was enough to Subdue me into submission.
As he skillfully left a trail, slowly, from my collarbone all the way to my ear I became addicted. "Why so quiet, mama," He paused licking my neck. "Let daddy hear you." He said looking down at me.
He was standing very close to my back, and every time he breathed out I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. My entire body was enticed, and I couldn't help but wither like a wilted flower in his presence. My legs couldn't hold out anymore and whatever little self-control I had -walking in here- has long vanished.
It was as if the mere touch from him caused my body to disobey, my strained outcry for self-control was ignored as my mind began to shut down. Giving him total control over me. I told myself I didn't want this, and that he was the enemy, and yet…here I am. Standing inside his room, my back leaned against his chest, while he outlined my body slowly with his hands. I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist turning around to face him.
He smirked down at me, his brown eyes filled with lust. As I carefully eyed his tongue sweep over his bottom lip, the muscle moistening them, I shuddered. A burning sensation overwhelmed the muscle between my legs.
He leaned forward brushing his hand softly against my cheek before whispering in my ear. "Jump for me, Jagiya.(baby)” I gasped but happily obeyed. Jumping into his arms, he caught me and proceeded to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked over to the bed, roughly throwing me down. He smirked, I could feel my aching, secondary, lips gasping. No…they were begging to be pleased. My mouth lay slightly open as I watched him slowly pull the suit from his body. He stood before me in nothing but his boxers, and a dissatisfied look crossed his face.
"Do you enjoy wearing such slutty clothes?" He asked while crawling on top of me. A sly grin danced onto my lips, eyes dancing with mischief. “It was never for my enjoyment?” His breath hitched, and he glared at me. My words affected him more than he’d admit. His eyes took on a siren-like stare. They were different from his usual cute innocent doe eyes. These had a more intoxicating look to them. Dangerous, yet irresistible. Nothing but hunger could be seen swirling around his irises.
He gently began tracing my every curve and lump with his hands before ripping off my tight-fitted dress. A small gasp left my mouth as the room’s temperature dropped a couple of degrees, causing goosebumps to form along my arms. I began to squirm as the insecurities I pushed deep down forced their way to the surface. It wasn’t until I saw the eager look on his face that I was able to loosen up.
He hungrily latched onto my left breast causing a small moan to escape my lips. He continued licking, swirling, and biting my right nipple. At the same time, he fondled my left breast’s nipple making sure to squeeze and pinch enough to earn multiple grunts and whimpers from me. Releasing my boob from the wet punishment, it made a "pop" sound before he decided on continuing his assault on the left. The strong muscle swirls around my nipple. He was always so skilled in the bedroom. His free hand slowly glides along your stomach, inching closer to your thighs. His fingers tease you, gently rubbing up and down your hip bone. He made no effort to continue lower.
The slow sensual swirls he drew along my hip caused me to involuntarily thrust my body into his. You gulp, wanting him to pleasure you in your sweet spot. Your hands find their way to his brown locks, tugging them lightly when you feel his teeth skim your swollen nipple. Grinning up at me with an expression of mischief, he seemed to be in a joking mood as he began roaming slowly over my lace panties. Removing his hands each time I whimpered. A look of lust gleamed in his eyes as I began eagerly thrusting my hips into his, trying to receive the release, I so desperately craved. He smirked, “ You’re awfully needy. Such a responsive slut you are for me.” He spoke completely removing himself from the bed. Confused I sat up, my elbows holding me up while I looked at him with glazed eyes. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. His eyes roamed over every inch of my over-simulated body with a grin. “You’re such a panting mess, darling. I love a responsive slut.” He growled out, his eyes making contact with mine. Nothing but pure adulterer lust swam in his irises. Ripping his gaze from me he immediately eyed my exposed warmth. With his tongue sliding across his lips, he smirked before crawling back on the bed toward me.
He bent down leaning toward my wet center. He grinned up at me, a puzzled look etched onto my face. He was so unpredictable, I could never tell what he was going to do. As my head fell back a prolonged moan left my mouth, I finally understood the meaning behind the grin.
He nipped at the dampening material, that was my red lace underwear. He sucked up the leaking juices that ran down my thigh and traced the inside of my thigh with his tongue causing me to moan. I could no longer control the hums of pleasure that he was causing me. I whimpered and moaned his name, the sounds, to him being fuel, as his pace got faster and sloppier. He had complete and total control over my body and I did not care. It was too good to care.
“I can’t get enough of you. Your scent Is beyond tempting and you smell so appetizing.” Slender fingers circled my clit invoking a shrew of moans from me. He kept his eyes on me as he continued to finger my womanhood with calculated and sensual swipes. “Hoseok plea-” I gasped, the words quickly leaving my mind. The air knocked out of me as he swiftly thrust two of his fingers into my hole. Nothing seemed to matter but the quick fingers my lover provided me. I was a moaning mess for him and on the verge of tears. He adjusted his position to where he was hovering above me all while maintaining his fingers deep within me.
He lowered his face, licking my tears away and glancing at me with such love. Even with him being aggressive with my body, he always made sure to keep a little bit of compassion. It made my heart beat against my rib cage. There was no doubt, I was utterly enthralled by this man. My thoughts were interrupted, the sudden wave of release shaking my entire body, coming around his fingers with a shrew of shrieking moans, as I called out his name over and over. A satisfied smile formed on Hoseok’s face as he planted a slow and passionate kiss along my plump lips. Releasing me I smiled up at him. “That’s it darling. I want the entire apartment complex to know that you belong to me.”
You’re too busy trying to breathe that you don’t notice him take off his boxers. His manhood sprang free, eager to please my pussy. When I regain sense I look up to see him rubbing himself while staring deep into my eyes. “Are you ready Jagiya?” To tell you the truth, I wasn’t prepared, but I knew I’d take him regardless. And with steeled nerved I held his gaze as I nodded, giving my consent. A smirk graced his lips as he swiftly grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the end of the bed. Slowly, he crawled over to me on the bed. He held my gaze, making sure that I actually wanted this, before aligning himself with my folds. “Breathe in,” I did as he said and at the same time felt him thrust inside me. My walls contracted around him, causing him to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.
FIN
A Little Self-Destructive
Emotions here,
Emotions there.
This shit is freaking everywhere.
Anger,
Contentedness,
Annoyance.
Oh,
And a little bit of despair.
Sometimes I can’t feel,
And sometimes I vividly do.
Far too strongly,
It’s overpowering.
Are you like me too?
I don’t really know,
What or how to think.
About all this.
My feelings,
Lead to hurting others.
So I’d prefer to not feel.
The raging hatred,
Void-like emptiness.
That rapidly gains depth.
Eating myself alive.
I’ve lost control,
Many times.
But here’s where I draw the line.
Self-destruction?
To me,
That’s fine.
Hurting others?
Well let’s say,
I would rather die.
- (d.n.k)
Gluttony
From the bottomless glasses,
Of red and white wine,
To the ever continuing platters,
From which upon I dine.
Although my lifestyle is divine,
My hunger is never satisfied.
This is my damned crime,
My punishment?
It’s that I’m still alive.
And I will be,
Until the end of time.
Most would think,
It must be unbearable.
But yet,
Here I am.
Fucking living still.
Sharing,
Really wasn’t my forte.
That was until,
I laid my eyes upon them that fateful day.
Skinny.
Horribly so.
They adorned rags,
That hardly passed for clothes.
Yet,
They still smiled though.
At the same sunset I’ve seen trillions of times.
Happiness danced upon their face.
I couldn’t help but gape.
Something stirred within me.
An urge,
To give them my coat.
And wrap them up,
To pull this person close.
I wanted to keep them for only myself alone.
Shower them in lavish gifts.
To quench my thirst for their kiss.
Myself and my needs,
Typically came first.
Sharing my existence with them,
Couldn’t be much worse.
As long as,
They don’t hunger for anyone else.
They won’t wind up,
Like the others.
Cold, forgotten and rotten,
Within a hearse.
I smile brightly,
As I approach this human.
With my coat and an unrefusable offer,
In hand.
I wrap them up and pull them close,
I point my dagger to their throat.
A brilliant smile,
Still gracing my face.
I say,
“Come with me,
If you want to live,
A life of luxury devoid of death.
Refuse this proposal,
And you will learn,
Just how much hellfire,
Really burns.”
Startled and frightened,
They nod their head yes.
I kiss them upon the cheek,
Their eyes seem to have gone bleak.
They will smile at me one day,
Or I’ll just have to take all of their sunsets away.
- (d.n.k)
Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth
Stay
Description: Your awfully protective husband, Shoto Todoroki, finds out that you’ve been planning to leave him...
DISCLAIMER: Begging, Power Play, Cussing, Torture, Claustrophobia, Spousal Abuse, Yandere, Just...Don’t Try This At Home Okay?
Red smears and taints the white, icy cage. Red oozes from Y/N’s battered knuckles and forearms.
Across the room, stands none other than Shoto Todoroki. He’s been silent this whole time. Watching you. Always watching you.
He had watched your pack your bags. Purchase an untraceable, drugstore phone to call someone. Someone that wasn’t him. That someone will be taken care of, after you of course.
“Shitoroki, let me out right now!” You bang against the solid walls of your prison.
Again and again and again.
To no avail, Shitoroki remained silent. You remained trapped. Fucking bullshit.
You aren’t clueless as to why you’re in this...predicament to put it simply. If you take Shoto holding you unwillingly hostage as simple that is. Todoroki probably had cameras installed around your house. He had seen you preparing for your great escape!
This time you shiver, and not because of the cold. Your husband is a fucking creep. You wanted to insult, divorce, and, to be candid, murder him. But Shitoroki has the power here, and he can kill you. Quite easily considering your quirklessness. So you decide to play with the man before you...
“Shoto, what is it that you want from me?” Shaking and trembling, you wrap your arms around yourself. Trying to warm your scantily dressed figure.
The man grins and places both hands onto your prison. Looking at you to do the same. You comply, the chilly barricade is the only thing separating you two. Aside from the fact that Shoto is fucking psychopathic.
You hesitantly smile back.
“Y/N, you understand why I have to do this.”
Shoto Todoroki and his freaking hero complex.
You look down towards your feet, to hide your repulsion at what you’re about to say.
“I do. It’s to protect me from the outside world.”
You put on a show, looking up with the gratitude face Shoto had fallen madly in love with the first time he saw it. The first time he saved you.
“Y/N, you clearly understand why you must never leave our house. And yet, you still have the audacity to plan to leave me? To leave us?” His voice cracks.
He tosses your packed bags in front of you, now chuckling. “You wouldn’t have gotten far.”
You attempt not to cry in frustration. The bags are lit aflame. Your anger skyrockets.
“Fuck you, Shoto! You call hypothermia a solution, jackass? I refuse to get down on my knees and beg. I want to go outside again! You weren’t always like this.” You sigh and throw your hands up.
“You’re not my savior! You’re not my hero! The truth is that YOU ARE A VILLAIN!”
You mentally slap yourself across the face and begin to pace back and forth around your cage.
“What didn’t I see?”
“How could I have been so ignorant?”
“Why did I ever fall in love with you?”
An ice shard impales itself into the wall behind you, mere millimeters from your face.
You stop, nearly dead in your tracks.
Your anger had bested you. You fucked up. Royally.
“Y/N. Oh, my sweet Y/N.” Todoroki draws a little closer.
“Is this how you truly feel?”
You bite your lip and sniffle. You aren’t sure how to respond without freezing to death.
Shoto notices you bite your lip. He notices your every breath. Every blink. Every tremble. Every gulp. Everything. Why did he have to notice you?
You gaze into the man’s grey and turquoise eyes.
“Shoto Todoroki. If you love me, let me go.” You drop to your knees, holding yourself together by a bare thread. “I won’t deal with you, or this shit anymore. I won’t talk about it. Because we both know what’ll happen to me if I do.”
He blinks in response.
You plead your case further. “You have a bright future, Shoto. You’re a professional hero. The public won’t even miss a quirkless nobody like me. This isn't love that you’re feeling. Love isn’t one-sided. This is an irrational obsession that will... ruin both of us in the end.”
Like earlier, you place your hands onto the ice. Expecting Todoroki to do the same.
He doesn’t.
Instead, the young man turns around and begins to walk away.
The walls of your confinement start to close in.
“Shoto! Shoto Todoroki!” You pound on the cage walls with your frozen hands. Desperation outgrows your dignity.
“Don’t leave me here! Please, please come back! Don’t do this to me!” You beg.
He continues to walk away, leaving you to the horrible fate of being crushed to death.
The walls press, cram, and enfold all around you.
“I’ll be good! I promise. I swear it. I won’t leave without your permission again! I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry! Don’t you know how much I adore you? “
No response.
“Please, please let's stay together forever!”
The walls leisurely, albeit surely surround you.
So this is it.
This is how your quirkless, matrimonial-centered life ends.
Is this how you die? Not even of your own volition? This shit sucks.
“Well, I’ve died and gone to heaven.” You weakly laugh.
You see a light at the end of the tunnel.
“Until death do us part, Y/N.” A deep voice murmurs, scooping you up into their arms.
What the actual fucking fucked-up of all fucks?
You’re still alive.
Freezing, wet and quaking. And still very much alive.
Yet again, you are trapped in the embrace of Shoto Todoroki.
You realize that you’ll only ever escape him, when hell fucking freezes over.
...I think I should take a break from c.ai for a while
like literally what the fuck man ._. how did I get here
This isn't even the most graphic message
Imma take a break
As One Of The Tags Says, The Wyvern Can Kiss My Ass. WHY IS IT SO HARD?! I Like It’s Design, But It’s Such A Hard Boss, Never Before Have I Gotten So Angry!
Warning ⚠️ Major Spoilers For Episode 8 Of Hazbin Hotel!!
Does Lute Love Adam? She Was So Angry When He Dead, She Cried To The Heavens! Legit Cried! Hell, She Was Always By His Side, Sharing His Views On Demons & Redemption. She Always Flew By His Side & Seemed To Care For Him, I Was(And Still Am) Proud Of Nifty For Killing Adam, Don’t Get Me Wrong! But I Can’t Help But Feel Bad For Lute… No Matter How Much Of A Bad Person She Was.