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frothing at the mouth, i’ve been following them on IG for almost a year and i just realised most of my OMORI artists HAVE TUMBLRS
a comic i made for hero's birthday 🍳 ✨
(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)
wake up guys plankos is cringe posting again
My thoughts during the new chapter in hsr(may contain spoilers: "Damn she hot"(when kafka/phantylia Boss form appears) "Oh?,Oh!,OOOH MY FUCKING GOD"(tingyun cutscene)"What the absolute fuck" "PLEASE DONT DIE" (x20) "Its so pretty here"
I really enjoyed new main quest and some parts made me realize that the game will get darker and darker as the story progresses
Ah... I dunno if you're still doing requests, but could I ask for Moon Knight and Scarlet Spider (or anyone, really)?
what did they find? 😂
Ohhhh shitttt. I just know that deep down Tommy is sub🏃♀️🏃♀️
𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐭.𝐬
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, cursing, use of the words ‘whore’ and ‘bitch’, some spicy teasing in the end
Summary: When Y/N starts a fight over business and the secrets he’s been keeping from her, Tommy loses control and calls her names. Instead of backing down and leaving, Y/N shows him who’s really in charge.
Word count: 1.652 words
MASTERLIST
“You’re keeping secrets from me, Tommy.” Y/N storms into his office without even knocking at the door, shoulders heaving with anger as she strides through the room and stops right in front of his desk to sink into the wooden chair standing there. Papers, contracts, and bills are scattered over the dark mahogany, hiding burnt cigarettes and an empty bottle of whiskey, but Thomas doesn’t seem to mind the chaos he’s working in.
“I don’t know, what you’re talking about”, he mutters as a reply, not even bothering to meet her furious gaze. Instead, he puts a cigarette between his lips and grabs a pen from the small pocket on his chest to sign the letter he’s been reading before Y/N decided to bother him. And although she can’t make out what’s written on that damned piece of paper, a knowing feeling settles in her chest and sets her rage ablaze, as if Tommy just poured a can of biting gasoline over her head.
A vein pulses between her furrowed brows, flush high on her cheeks as she grits her teeth. A desperate attempt to collect herself, to calm herself before she opens her mouth to speak again. “You’re here making deals and starting a war with other gangs without consulting me! I just want to know what the fuck is going on in our business!” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest, lips pulled back into a snarl, already waiting impatiently for his response.
And while it seemed as if Tommy wasn’t even listening, his posture tells her that he understood every single word she said. His shoulders are tense and his icy blue eyes have finally moved to her. There’s this look on his face, deathly cold - the one that makes his enemies tremble before him, forces them to their knees and makes them beg for their pathetic lives, but she isn’t one of them and she certainly won’t stop, not now, when she’s the one who started the fight. So, Y/N holds his gaze with her chin held high, eyebrow raised mockingly until Tommy pulls away and lights his cigarette.
“It’s not your business. It’s mine.” There’s a crack in his voice, almost unnoticeable, but it’s there nevertheless, indicating what’s about to come if she doesn’t leave in the next five minutes. A warning, one might say, a promise that he’s willing to forget her emotional outburst if she drops the subject and lets him work in peace. But Y/N doesn’t back down that easily.
“How dare you tell me this company is fucking yours when I helped you build it?!” She seethes with trembling hands. “I’m your… I’m your partner, for fucks sake!”
Truth is, she doesn’t exactly know what she is in Tommy’s eyes. A while ago she believed they were in love or at least close to that sensation, but now… Now, she isn’t so sure anymore.
Y/N had always thought she might mean something to him, after all the years they spent as children together, after all that time she took care of him when he returned from the war, when he was only beginning to build his empire. And she waited patiently for him — it took some time for him to get over Grace’s death, she understood that, but when Tommy kissed her months later it felt so real, so fucking real and full of desperate want. As if he really loved her. And now? Now, she almost thinks he’s just using her for his own advantage.
No, Y/N won’t have that. “Now, tell me what’s going on here. I’m your girlfriend after all and I believe I have the right to know about the deals you’re making behind my back.” Her voice is far steadier this time, yet Thomas gets to his feet quickly, knocking the chair to the ground with full force.
Y/N watches how the full beauty of Thomas Shelby’s wrath unravels right in front of her sight. Letters fly to the ground when his balled fist collides with his wooden desk, the cigarette he lit only moments ago long forgotten in the ashtray.
“When exactly will you learn to shut your mouth, Y/N? I will tell what I think you should know!” Tommy runs a hand through his dark hair, forcefully tugging at a few strands to ground himself before turning towards her again. “And don’t you dare come here again, asking stupid questions and calling yourself my girlfriend… trying to replace Grace when all you ever were and all you ever will be is a whore for me to fuck whenever I please!”
Tommy shakily lifts his chair from the ground to take a seat, chest heaving as his anger finally subsides. With a trembling hand, he lights a new cigarette, lazily taking a drag, yet his eyes never leave Y/N’s face. He notices the flush of her cheeks, the flash of hurt in her bright eyes, and the tears that cling to her long lashes, and god, how he already feels the pang of guilt rip through his ribcage, painfully clawing at his empty heart.
And only now, he finally recognizes his mistake; he took it too far. Tommy holds his breath when the world begins to shatter around him when Y/N stubbornly wipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, and the way she’s looking at him suddenly scares him to the bone. It fucking scares him.
Because here’s the thing; her eyes have always been holding so much love and care when she looked at him, always reminded him that he is loved by her no matter what. It felt good. It felt good to know that he could fall into her warm embrace at night, even if he murdered, slaughtered, fucking butchered innocent and doomed people to get what he wanted.
But now, her expression is unreadable. Unforgivingly empty and cold and he knows, Y/N must be thinking about leaving him. For good this time, because the way he spoke to her was unacceptable. He called her a whore, when she’s been living with him for months - taking care of Charlie like a loving mother, carrying the legal side of this company when he was too busy to do it himself. Hell, how many times did she tend to his wounds and clean his clothes when he came home in the earliest hours, bloody and bruised, without even uttering a word? Despite his rough exterior, she took care of him and did things Grace never cared to do. Even before he fell for her, when she was only a close family friend, she got her hands dirty to support them.
And he fucked it up. Again. Thomas sighs heavily, waiting for her to say something, anything —
Y/N chuckles lightheartedly before he can open his mouth to apologize for his harsh words. Amusement glints in her eyes and she shakes her head, a few curls slipping out of the tied knot at the back of her head. A smirk tugs at her lips, one that lets his blood rush down between his thighs. “No, honey. I’m your whore, because I gave you permission to have me.”
She gets up from her seat, nonchalantly pulling out a small mirror to check her perfect makeup. “I could have any man out there, Tommy. In fact, I could be sitting in a nice house somewhere in the countryside with a nice husband who doesn’t treat me like shit, watching over my own children, instead of the bastard son of a dead woman.” Y/N reapplies her bright red lipstick and tilts her head. “But I chose you.”
Slowly, she rounds the table. Her heels click over the wooden floor, hips swaying until she leans against the edge of his desk. “Do you know why I chose you? A lousy criminal who calls this shithole of Small Heath his kingdom?”
Tommy lifts his gaze and swallows thickly because suddenly, he understands what they’ve told him a million times at the Garrison. The stories his brothers had told him late at night about Y/N’s darker side, the side she’s never shown him and he never believed them because he’s known her since childhood and couldn’t even imagine her hurting someone. Now, he can.
A grin is tugging on her lips as she studies him with a look he can’t quite identify. Then, her hand pulls at the hem of her dress, dragging the fabric to expose the dagger strapped to her thigh. A warning, perhaps, for him to hold his tongue if he wants to keep his manhood.
“Because I only need to say one single word and you’re laying everything to my feet — Money, diamonds, good sex, the whole fucking world if I’d want it. I have you wrapped around my finger.” She leans down, harshly gripping his chin with two cold fingers and grazing her teeth over the shell of his ear before she whispers. “You’re my bitch, Thomas Shelby.”
And within a few seconds, Y/N has returned to the other side of his table. A sweet smile is dancing on her lips as she grabs her bag and smoothes out her dress. “Don’t come home until you’ve prepared a proper apology. Sex won’t do it this time, but I’m willing to consider that when you drag your sorry arse over my doorstep. Oh, and don’t forget every contract and every treaty you’ve been hiding from me.”
And then she’s gone, the faint trace of her expensive perfume the only evidence she’s ever been in his office. Thomas stares at her empty seat as her words run a second, no third time through his head. Hesitantly, he palms the visible bulge in his pants, groaning and cursing quietly when the friction isn’t enough to satisfy his hunger for her. He’s sure, he just fell in love with her all over again.
Yall, I finally was able to get the bag I wanted and I fucking love it lol 😂 Sukuna looks so pookie-coded and I’m fucking here for it❤️ I love the green color too omg😍😍
two sentence horror story
Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.
masterlist | @darkuni63 @momnomnom @sweetempathprunetree
writer: lyse
word count: 2.095
warning: naive reader, manipulative jimin, dark themes, yandere tendencies, dacryphilia, masochism, unprotected sex, creampie, smut, oral (m receiving), blood, jealous reader, murder,
Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.
Jimin watches as his friend - you - reads the words on the small card - the wedding invitation he has given her. He awaits your reaction - maybe a hurt one? A look of sadness and betrayal? Or would you be upset and scream at him?
“Please join us for the wedding of Park Jimin & Kim Ji-yeon.” your words are low and lack emotions - monotone like.
Your mind is swirling with the new information. You push yourself away from the kitchen island you were leaning on.
Jimin had not told you that he was thinking of marrying Ji-yeon anytime soon. He had admitted that he was thinking of it - but it was hard to ever believe Jimin when he was balls deep inside of you.
You met Jimin back in your childhood. Your mother and his being close friends and it was bound that you and he would be just as close. Jimin was your first kiss - you weren’t his - and he was the first man who taught you about sex - even if you weren’t his.
In High school, you and he had made a pact. “If we’re both single by the time I’m 26 then I’m going to marry you.” Jimin laughed, and you had, as well. Jimin always had a partner by his side so you took it with a grain of salt.
At first.
But slowly, you realized that you wouldn’t allow yourself to be in a relationship. Your earlier relationships ended for a few reasons. Jimin knew no boundaries. If he wanted your attention, he demanded it. You called off many dates because Jimin decided that he wanted you to be in his presence and boyfriends didn’t appreciate it.
JImin also didn’t like when you would think about giving yourself to another man - he told you countless times that all they wanted was to ruin you; take your body and use it for their pleasure before dropping you like you were nothing to them.
You stopped yourself from dating a few years back when one boyfriend suggested that you choose between him and Jimin - and how could you ever not choose your best friend?
Sex with Jimin happened countless times - starting back your first time and you asked him about sex. You had a boyfriend who you were semi-curious about sex with and Jimin had told you that he would show you the in’s and out’s of sex. It was painful at first, but you were grateful that Jimin showed you - even if you never had the chance to experience it with any other boyfriends.
Jimin never halted his sexual adventures with you even when he himself was in a relationship. Time after time, he’d come to your home and you knew just what he wanted. It’s what you wanted, as well. He’d fuck you so deeply - passionately. He’d suck on a nipple as you rode him or slapped your ass while he fucked into you.
“When did you propose?” you asked Jimin who then flashes you a dazzling smile.
“Last Tuesday.” Jimin responds, and your eyebrow is raised. That was the same day he had canceled a date with Ji-yeon to have dinner with family and yours. His old bedroom brought back familiar memories - especially when he had you bent over his bed while he fucked inside of you, hand over your lips to prevent you from moaning too loudly. He wasted no time in proposing and making invitations.
You lower the invitation in your hands until it drops onto the floor.
Jimin knits his brows, but he isn’t oblivious to your reaction. He understands that you’re hurt by his sudden actions - he hasn’t even expressed he wanted to marry Ji-yeon.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Your heart is pounding outside your chest. You’re unsure if you’re being dramatic or if your lungs are indeed collapsing. You cannot breathe, and you feel yourself grow stiff.
“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice appears to be far away - so far that it’s growing difficult to hear him. You’re trembling now.
Are you cold?
Are you frightened?
No.
You were pissed.
Jimin places a hand upon your forearm. You’re brought back into reality. Jimin’s eyes are shining with concern.
Jimin groans when your hand connects with his cheek. He does not expect to feel it again - and again until your palms turn to closed fists.
You’re punching him uncontrollably. Your tears are hiding your vision and with each punch you’re grunting and hissing.
“Y/N.” Jimin begins to block your punches, but he’s only human. He’s never seen you this upset before and now he’s unsure how to calm you.
You resort to kicking when Jimin has both of your wrists in his hold.
There wasn’t a reason for Jimin to marry someone else - not when you gave your body to him time and time again. You remained single for him and he wants to marry Ji-yeon - a woman that couldn’t pleasure him the way you could.
It didn’t make any sense.
Jimin didn’t want it to make sense to you - he enjoyed your reaction. In all honesty, he reveled in it. Was it sinister of him? Your tears are streaming down your face at such a rapid pace that it excites him - his cock especially. He understands that it’s wrong of him for wanting to hurt you (emotionally) but he cannot help it. You were such a naive woman now that allowed him to do any and everything to you - far too naive that he cannot imagine another man doing this to you.
You were lucky that it was him - someone who truly cared for you. Loved you.
“Y/N!” Jimin screams and now you’re limp with wide eyes.
You blink a few times to unblur your vision.
You fall to your knees, hands tugging at Jimin’s jeans. His cock springs out when his underwear goes with it. He’s now holding the kitchen island for support when he feels your hands wrap around his cock.
You open your mouth to suck onto the tip of his cock. Your tongue twirls around it hungrily, hands pumping the length of his cock.
Jimin bites his lip and groans, eyes fluttering close while you slurp against his cock. You do so vigorously - determined to show Jimin that you were who he truly wanted and not Ji-yeon. You’ve learned to know how he wanted you to pleasure him - and not even when it came to sex. You enjoyed massaging Jimin after a long day of work while he talked about his day. You would have dinner ready for him - cooked an hour exactly before he was off so it’d be warm by the time he came home.
“You’re always so good for me, Y/N.” Jimin flinches when the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. He hands his head back and releases a low chuckle before biting his lips.
“Stand up.” Jimin hisses. “I want to cum in you.”
You did as you were told, kicking off your own jeans so that Jimin could enter you. You lean against the island while Jimin positions himself behind you. He shudders upon feeling how wet and sticky you were - you loved pleasuring him.
Jimin enters you hastily, your walls are tight and inviting. He’s thankful that you never allowed another man to take advantage of you. He grunts out a long moan, thrusting into you slowly, enjoying the sensation that it gave him.
Your hands grip the sides of the island just when Jimin’s thrusts become faster and deeper. The entirety of both of his palms grip your ass - he loved to do this when he was fucking you from behind. He loved your ass in general and whenever he had the chance to have it in his hands, he would.
Your pussy clenches around his cock, your ass slapping aggressively against his abdomen. You loved Jimin and the way he pleasured you - always fucking into you so deeply that it always had you creaming around him. This is how it should be - you and him and just you and him. No other woman; no Ji-yeon.
Jimin leans down to your neck and sends a kiss on the nape of your neck. His thrusts are sloppy and he’s grunting and breathing heavy in your ear. His warm breath hits your neck and it sends goosebumps throughout your skin.
“I love you, Jimin.” you nearly shout. He’s thrusting into you so lovingly that you’re already coming undone. “I love you so much.”
You confessing your love to him wasn’t new - especially when it came to sex. But Jimin never got tired of hearing it. It made him feel bigger than what he truly was; more powerful. You gave him this power with your undying love and lack of judgment. You would always love him and he was selfish and reveled in this fact.
Jimin cums inside of you deeply, twitching as he falls on top of you. He doesn’t remove himself from inside of you until he’s fully soft.
You’re trembling, not bothering to move. You hear Jimin behind you getting dressed. You don’t bother to face him.
“I love you, too.” Jimin murmurs to you, and your heart feels whole.
“Y/N. Hello!”
Ji-yeon is a sweet woman. She’s petite with a blunt cut, dyed blond. Her eyes are small and brown and you recall Jimin gushing how her eyes resemble the galaxy - a revelation that hurts you upon hearing it.
Ji-yeon invites you inside her home and even makes tea for the two of you. She speaks about Jimin and the proposal - flashing you her ring. It hurts your heart to see the large ring on her finger and just how happy Ji-yeon was.
You wanted to be happy for her - be happy with her.
But your heart wouldn’t allow you to. The ring Ji-yeon is wearing is the ring that belongs to you. You waited for Jimin for years, denied countless men who wanted you.
Ji-yeon didn’t give her life away for Jimin. She didn’t deserve this life.
Ji-yeon lifts the cup of tea to her lips and she blows gently. The ring sparkles underneath the light in the small kitchen.
Your hand squeezes your own teacup in your hands as you sip.
“I want you to be a part of the wedding, Y/N.” Ji-yeon says suddenly, and your eyes widen. “You and Jimin are like siblings.”
Siblings?
Ji-yeons words replay in your mind a thousand times over.
“At first I thought you and him were a couple.” Ji-yeon giggles lightly. “When we first met, I was so convinced!”
Your breathing hitched.
“Wherever you were, Jimin was and vice versa. How wrong I was.”
Ji-yeon stands, turning away to go towards the sink. She turns on the water and begins washing her tea cup.
“When Jimin asked me out, I was shocked to learn that he was single.” Ji-yeon continues. She rubs against the tea cup rigorously. “But he assured me that you were like a sister to him.”
Ji-yeon turns off the water once the cup is clean. “I’m glad he has someone like you in-” She turns around and yelps when something clashes along her face. She falls onto the ground, her hands barely able to catch her.
Years ago, your best friend, Jimin, and you made a pact that if one of you were single by the age of 26 that the two of you would just marry the other.
Jimin stares in horror as you stand over his fiance’s bloodied body, holding the largest knife he’s ever seen.
You don't notice Jimin behind you, but Jimin's eyes watches closely as you drop the knife onto the ground besides Ji-yeon. It rattles off of the ground and you kneel besides her, snatching the ring off of Ji-yeons fingers.
"Y/N."
You jump at the sound of your name. Your eyes are wide when you turn to see Jimin, and now you're crying. Tears are flowing down your cheeks rapidly and you're on your knees begging for his forgiveness - but Jimin was not upset.
As sad as it sound - his wife dead and bloodied on the ground a few feet away - he could never be upset for how far your love had gone. He had pushed you to this point; the point of no return. His heart flutters with the thought of you killing for his love - and Jimin could never love you any less now.
was watching this video of a person making piplup out of polymer clay when all of a sudden theyre making???? guns????????
JNFBLGVKFBVKLSDJMNGKJDSBNKJHGNF
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I LOVE IT DSAFMJNDSKBVVXFFJHH
Okay I'm finally done!
Happy birthday @foxyk7 !!!!!!
Due to unfortunate circumstances (tests), I had to do this on my phone, sorry for any delays or if it's a bit out of my usual style... At least I got to test the Ibis Paint brushes again. X'D
I had a lot of fun drawing this fox man, your sona is very cool! Hope you like the gift, enjoy your day! <3
Early christmas gift for you!
the beast is breaking free
a little fanart of Printy! I did my best to capture the character's anger
I'M WANT TO SCREAM SO FUCKING LOUD BUT I CAN'T
YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA OF HOW HAPPY I'M RIGHT FUCKING NOW NORA THIS IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS
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Local Psychopath Haunted by the Penis of His Victims
my dad makes this fucking crazy white chicken chili... and i would NOT hesitate to kill a man for that shit. like, whenever he makes it i go FERAL. i will take the pot and hoard it. genuinely i went up on the roof with the pot once.
this isn't me trying to be 'quirky' btw this is my genuine love for that fucking chili
GOD LOOOOOOOOOOOORD GRRAHGGHHHH LOOK AT THIS COOLASS FANART FROM MY FRIEND!!!! I'M CRYIGNGN THIS ISS SO PRECI OUSSSFHKJDGHDJ 😭😭😭💞💞💕💕💓💓💖💖
SPRINGTRAP LOOKS STUNNING!! HELL YEAH <33
drawing for @shey-pancake !!!aWAAA I LOVE SPRINGTRAP AND AURORA!!💜✨️💞
We all know Furbies lay Orbeez eggs that Worms on a String hatch from, but did you know that when a Furby escapes captivity it will revert back to its feral long worm form in less than a year
Does anyone else have a very specific taste in yanderes? Because, personally, I like them when they’re a certain level of devoted.
Like, it’s not just “you are mine and I will kill anyone who gets in between us” but also “I am humbled into a slave around you”
and also “I will show the softest parts of myself to you even if you hurt me”
and also “I will cherish your virtues and flaws in equal measure”
and also “I will lay all my sins at your feet and let you damn me to hell with a smile on my face”
and also “I will love every inch of you even when you hate every inch of me”
and also “you taught me what it means to be alive and I will spend every moment of my life loving you because of that”
and also “I’d suffer a million defeats if it meant I’d be given the chance to fall in love with you all over again”
and also “in your gaze I am only mortal, just a weak, pathetic mortal”
Does anyone else see the vision????
It's the wizard and his favourite apprentice
