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where is your master shake.....

RISE!!! RISE!! RISE RISE RISE RISE RI

Uhffff....... could you draw her............ (I'm sorbry if you don't wanna)

Anyway I love ur art

my master shake died unfortunately 😕 ANYWAYSSSSS HERE YA GOOOOOO I love the design sm idk why it reminds me of on tv headed oc I made when I was a kid AGHHRHRHR

SORRY FOR ASKING A LOT OF TIMES I JUST LOVE UR ART SM COULD U DRAW MY ATHF OC??

RAHHHHH since you just recently upgraded her I just kept her in random colors BECAUSE IDK WHICH ONE YOU’D PUT SOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

things… THINGS…

I’m such a huge loser I cannot guys ANYWAAAYYYAASA TODAY’S DOODLES CONSIST OF FREAKINESS ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ scary right? we ARE getting closer to October now yknow

art vs artist

I’ve always wanted to try this and so WALLAAAAAAA I did it 😋

it’s ya girl back at it again with more doodle dumps!1!1!2! (school core…) and yes as much as I’m a fan of doomed Billford I’d like a HEALTHY ONE FOR A CHANGEEEEEE 💔

MY LOVE FOR YOUU 💗

This is the silliest thing I’ve done but for some reason I love it TEEHEHEHER I’m such a loser gosh…

I love her SO MUCH and it hurts me how i am not seeing more content of her like FELLAS GET TO WORRRKKKKK I need Pyronica content pls :333 (did I mention that I love her)

this came to mind a few days ago and it makes me giggle 😭😭 like I might include her in my AU that I’m making and just let her encourage Bill to “bag the baddie” HELPPPPP idk man I thought it was silly

this is by far the most STUPIDEST doodle dump ever, they’re just so stupid they make me laugh 😭😭 bunch of ideas though, VERY GOOD ONES OKAY and I wanted to share my wisdom with you guys, my brilliant mind 😇

COUGH COUGH FIDDAUTHOR COUGHHHH

haiiiiii guyssss so I decided today was a new day awesome bright right (I got sick) and I went on to draw Fiddleford and goooosshshhahahaahahaaaaa FIDDLEFORD IS ADORABLE OKAY HES SO CUTEEEE man he deserved sm better I canr ANYWAYS have this, small thing, it’s supposed to be Ford’s POV and stuff yaahhhh also ignore the fact that my last two posts have been pretty and pinkish, idk what’s wrong I’m girl-ing coquette-ing my stuff 😣😣

also last thing for the night, working on this thingy… Bill has consumed my drawings again… (just like he did when I was little help it’s a constant cycle)

a scrambled unorganized 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 falls comic OBVV Billford, I’ll possibly make this digital, and much more organized but for now you guys are getting this instead 😣😣

my precious gorgeous hubby hahahaha (I’m SO not normal about him I’m sorry guys)

silly but perhaps 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 doodles? How nice 😊

IVE REALLY BEEN WANTING TO DRAW THE GOOD PLACE STUFF BUT IDK HOW 💔

I love doodling it’s very therapeutic 🎀

Can not stop thinking about virgin!Tomura and I'm losing my mind.

Virgin!Tomura gets an ounce of kindness from that pretty person who just joined and he clings onto that interaction because it makes him feel different.

Virgin!Tomura who, during a meeting, sees you sitting up and notices your shirt riding up in the back. His tired eyes glancing down to your exposed skin, face growing hot. He wonders how your skin would feel under his rough touch... would you squirm if he just reached out now to feel you? Would you tell him to stop? To move lower? He had been zoning out so hard Kurogiri had to draw him back in.

Virgin!Tomura trying to keep his composure as he catches you leaving the League's shared bathroom in a pair of pajamas. It was a pair of shorts and a T-shirt but holy fuck did this sight of you stir something in him. He retreats back to his room, slamming the door behind him, breathing heavily. Your legs. Fuck. Your legs.

Virgin!Tomura leaning back against his door as he desperately pumped his cock with a tight fist, trying to imagine how pretty your moan would be if you'd let him sink his teeth into your thighs. He wanted to taste you. To mark you as his. To keep you in his room, lapping at your cunt like a thirsty dog.

Virgin!Tomura finding your name dying on his tongue as his cum spurts out onto the floor in front of him. His climax hitting him so hard he has to quickly steady himself on the door knob. In his haste to not fall, the door knob is decayed, effectively locking him in his room unless he either decays the door as well or gets someone to open it for him.

Maybe he could get you to open it for him.

LMFAO

I know his fanboy ass was giggling and kicking his feet, knowing he touched the REAL All Might with his hands.

Autumn leaves in cold hands - Part one: the phone call.

The echoes of the phone rang through the empty house breaking the silence.

*BRING*

*BRING*

*BRING*

The phone remained unanswered before footsteps came from the stairs causing them to creak under the weight of whoever was on them, the boy was wearing white socks a black t-shirt and black sweatpants as he made his way over to the shelf the red house phone had been sitting on picking it up causing the house to fall back to silence.

"Torres residence speaking, Who might this be?" the boy asked in a calm tone

"MCPD, LT.Thatcher Davis. Is this Cesar Torres?" he asked sternly causing Cesar on the other end to raise is eyebrow in suspicion slightly

"Yes, speaking. Why?"

"Please state your home address, we'll be on our way shortly."

"*REDACTED INFORMATION.*"

The call cuts causing the house to fall back into silence once more; the only sounds that can be heard are the sounds of Cesar's breathing and the ticking of the clock hung up on the wall.

*TICK*

*TICK*

*TICK*

"September 21st 1992" the calendar read, Cesar's mother was still asleep in her bed upstairs as Cesar anxiously waited on the stairs.

"3:34 AM" Cesar read the clock out loud to himself, he could hear the sound of the rain hitting off the roof of the house, it was a calming sound. He liked the rain.

The sound of a car pulling up outside the house and the car door opening and shutting rang through Cesar's ears as he stood up getting ready to answer the door

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Before he unlocked the door looking at the two police officers standing infront of him.

"Officer Ruth Weaver and LT. Thatcher Davis." one of them stated

"Hello officers, would you mind telling me what this is all about?" Cesar sounding anxious

"Your fingerprints were discovered on Mark Heathcliff's bedroom door." he started

"When's the last time you saw Mark?"

Cesar's heart dropped to his stomach hearing this, it was all starting to make sense now his eyes wide in pure terror thinking about what might have happened to Mark, he hadn't been in school for a few days and now the police were at his door to talk about him?

"About five days, why do you ask?"

The officers turned to each other speaking in a hushed whisper before turning to Cesar and speaking in a gentle softer tone than they once were.

"I'm very sorry, Cesar."

"What?! What happened to him!!"

Cesar's voice cried out desperate and looking for answers but the silence he was met with already told him everything he needed to know.

"I'll miss you, dear friend."

luv men who love you weirdly. who love you so much it’s just shy of creepy. luv men who r a little not normal when it comes to you n their love for you.

the boys w a reader who's very physically affectionate? pre-relationship >:)

like none of them are dating yet, and she'd hug and kiss them on the cheeks, hold their hands on the way to class, carry their books/bags for them and lean on them in the common room and all three of them are flustered by it. bonus points if reader doesn't even know she does it, it's just how she is, and when they point it out she's like "oh.. i'll stop, sorry" and they're like "NONONONO" THEY'D BE SO CUTE

Yesssss thanks for requesting my love!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You insist on carrying Remus’ book bag to Hogsmeade for him, and he glares at James the whole way for letting slip that his shoulders have been aching all day. 

“Let me take that,” James offers for the upteenth time, ignoring Remus’ muttered “Yeah, let ‘im.” 

“I’ve got it, Jamie,” you say again, wobbling a bit under the weight of Remus’ books, far more plentiful than what you’d packed for the study session. “We’re here anyway.”

“C’mon, doll, let’s get you a butterbeer to warm up, yeah?” Sirius opens the door to The Three Broomsticks. “I’m sure Remus will buy.” 

Remus rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy Y/N one, not either of you.” 

“Spoilsport.” Sirius slides into an empty booth, and you set your load down beside him, turning around and pushing up on your tiptoes to give Remus a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thanks,” you say sweetly, and Remus isn’t a very affectionate person, but he’s hardly easily flustered either. So when his cheeks turn bright pink as soon as you’re not looking anymore, James can’t help but grin. 

“Sit by me, sweetheart,” Sirius says, setting his arm atop the booth. James thinks he views your flirting as a sort of contest, seeing who will go the farthest before someone needs to tap out. But if it’s a competition, it’s one Sirius is destined to lose. 

You slide agreeably in beside him, slipping under Sirius’ arm so readily that it drops from the booth in surprise, landing with a dull thump at your side. “Merlin, it’s cold in here,” you say, nestling close. “You think they keep it that way so you’ll buy more butterbeer?”

Sirius’ voice is pitchy and breathless. “Mm—probably.” 

James smirks at him, sliding into the safe zone across from the two of you. 

You take Sirius’ hand in both of yours, frowning and rubbing at it. “See, your hand is freezing! This is ridiculous.” 

Remus reappears with four pitchers, grinning knowingly at the shell-shocked look on Sirius’ face. “I’ll be expecting the two of you to pay me back,” he says to James and Sirius, setting them down and beginning to dig through his book bag. “Merlin, if I can finish Slughorn’s essay while we're here it’ll be a miracle.”

James blows gently on his butterbeer, trying not to watch too closely as you purse your lips to do the same. “Have you started on that already?” he asks.

Remus shakes his head, exasperated but familiar with James’ ways. “It’s due tomorrow, Prongs. You won’t be able to do it in the hour before class, trust me.” 

“Wait, the one on boggarts?” you ask, opening your own bag. Remus nods, and you hold up a small stack of parchment, beaming. “I finished this morning. Wanna see?”

“That'd be great,” Remus says. “What I really can’t figure out is the part…about…” he appears to lose his train of thought as, instead of passing the papers across the table, you disappear under it, re-emerging a second later to squeeze between James and Remus in their seat. 

“I know what you mean,” you say, as though this is all very commonplace, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip with the both of them. “The second part of the question is near impossible to understand, but I think I may have figured it out. Here, see…” James stops hearing the conversation as you duck down towards your work, your hair tickling his arm and your jumper riding up to reveal the small of your back. James’ eyes follow the curve of your spine, down, down, until—he feels like a total perv, and looks away. 

Across the booth, Sirius is looking simultaneously relieved to have a break from your brazen affection and regretful that you’re not still there with him. He watches you as you speak in low tones with Remus, his eyes flicking upwards to James as if to say this is insane, right?. James nods back dazedly. 

You finish whatever you’ve been explaining to Remus, hauling your butterbeer across the table to sip at it. “Jamie, do you want my jumper?”

He nearly chokes. “Hm?”

You look up at him with concerned eyes. “I can feel you shivering. It might be a bit small on you, but it could help.” 

James is cold, but watching you take off that jumper, smelling you on it, would be too much. He forces a smile, taking a sip of his warm butterbeer instead. “Thanks, but I’m alright.” 

You frown at him, setting your hand atop his on the table. “You sure, honey? I don’t mind. I’m feeling a bit hot, actually.” 

Whatever the look on James' face, it’s enough to make Sirius guffaw. Loudly. Even Remus snickers, tucking his tongue into his cheek. 

“What?” You look at them. “What’s funny?”

“Doll, you’ve killed him,” Sirius laughs, and James doesn’t feel so chilly anymore, all his blood rushing to his face. 

Your brows scrunch together worriedly. “What do you mean?” 

Remus chuckles, the only one of them kind enough to give you an explanation. “I think what he’s saying is, even James has a threshold for flirting. You’ve just flustered him. Don’t worry, he’ll recover.” 

“I…what?”

“C’mon,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “all the touching, the hugs, the pet names? A man can only take so much.”

“Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry!” You clap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide with horror. “I didn’t realize—I’m just a naturally affectionate person, but I didn’t mean to flirt—well, I don’t not want to flirt with you all, but I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I’ll stop, I’m sorry.” 

Sirius blinks. “Don’t stop,” he protests. “That’s not what I meant.” 

Your confusion returns. “No?”

“No,” Remus says, some of the color from earlier returning to his cheeks. “I mean, it’s nice.” 

James nods, finding his voice again. “Flirt with us all you like, but, um…would it be alright if we flirted back?”

Your smile comes like a sunrise, slow and brilliant and beautiful. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

Sirius grins at you, bravado restored. “Good, because we need to even the playing field, dollface. Come back over here, I’m cold.”

my page is becoming a fanpage for for logan/hugh

he’s everywhere, he surrounds me, i NEED him

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(thank you to my lovely bbg that sends me these😚😚)

me rn :

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