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Should I choose a noble occupation?

was going through my old edits the other day and this one is just. ough. it haunts me.

“The most dangerous thing you can do is to take any one impulse of your own nature and set it up as the thing you ought to follow at all costs.”

- C.S. Lewis

I mean don’t get me wrong I loved the game but that ending-?????

So yeah enjoy this crappily drawn infinite wall of text I DID WHAT I COULD WITH WHAT I HAD TO WORK WITH

(also please open in new tabs if you want to read anything goddang tumblr makes things tiny)

(p.s. I did another dumb thing as a sequel)

Jin returns; T-5 days 🩷

Twitter asked for a tutorial for all of them so here

Now I'm dead

august, 2024

"Love and fidelity joined together always produce familiarity and mutual trust, and hence in their married life, the saints, both men and women, have used many reciprocal caresses [...] The great St. Louis was equally rigorous to his body and tender in his love for his wife, yet he was almost blamed for being too generous with his caresses. Actually, he deserved praise for being able to curb his courageous, martial spirit and subdue it to these little duties so needful to preserve conjugal love. Although such demonstrations of pure, frank affection do not bind hearts together, they tend to unite them and serve as an agreeable help to their life in common."

-St. Francis de Sales, Introduction to the Devout Life

Found a buncha my old traditional hazbin stuff too :]

My adventures with Superman "Kiss kiss fall in portal"

"Say... has Joe always had those colorful floaty eye-thingies around his head?" Scar asks, absentmindedly stroking the fletchings of an arrow.

"I don't think so?" answers Grian, perched on the railing of the HotGuy Tower. "You hear that clinking of chains around him more often these days, too."

The two are silent for a moment, watching Joe play Beef's card game with Cleo. Even from this distance, they can occasionally catch a flash of color from one of the little floating eyes near him.

"Why do you think that is?"

"I think it's Them", Grian says.

"What do you mean "Them"?"

"Eh, you know. Just Them. You know what I mean, right? They can change us, sometimes. Haven't you noticed?"

"I really don't get what you're talking about."

"I wasn't like this-" for a moment Grian is surrounded by a soft purple glow and a halo of eyes, not in all colors of rainbow like Joe's, but purple like the light around him "-before They decided I was, either."

"But I thought that was the Watcher thing?"

"I mean, it sorta was. But it wasn't. I wasn't like this when I first became a Watcher. This happened when They decided that's what Watchers are like."

"Joe's not a Watcher, though, is he?" asks Scar, frowning.

"Nah, he's Something Else."

"You know, it's weird, but recently I've felt like something's changed", Scar says. "Like I don't know what, but something's different. Dreams of like, arenas and fighting people, some of them ones I've never even met. And it's like there's thousands of voices in the back of my head, cheering me on. It's very distracting."

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean."

"Is that Them too?"

"Probably. Almost definitely, actually."

"I feel like I'm sort of racing, competing with Joe, and I'm not even sure what it's about."

"Yeah, that's Them playing games. You don't have to pay too much attention to it, if you don't want to. It might not be a good idea, anyway. Sometimes They like attention, and then sometimes they run and scatter and hide if you give Them any, and you never know what it'll be this time." Grian shrugs. "The good news is though, if Joe has changed because of Their game, he might change back once it's over or They get bored of the game."

"Might?"

"Yeah, might. Or it might stick. They're fickle creatures, it's hard to tell beforehand."

"You know an awful lot about them", Scar points out.

"That's because They used to be Watchers. Until They decided They weren't, but I still was, and made Watchers be something else instead and became not-Watchers."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You're right. It doesn't. I think that's how They like it."

Before Scar can ask more questions, Grian spreads his wings and takes off.

who let them in the kitchen

sooo we all just forgot all about this scene..?

the taste of your lips. . . ⇢ satoru gojo

˗ˏˋsummary: shoko decides to set up an anonymous kissing booth in one of the rooms at a party she’s hosting, and she sets you up to make out with the one person you’d been crushing on for months

˗ˏˋwc: 3.8k

˗ˏˋcontains: f!reader x gojo, anonymous kissing booth (they're just in the dark), heavy making out, suggestive themes/slight nsfw (MDNI), teeny weeny bit of dry humping, also he bites u (lovingly), they're described 2 be in a small space so idk if anyone claustrophobic might feel uncomfy..? just beware if u are!!

˗ˏˋa/n: this is honestly kinda old and barely proofread . little bit ooc for shoko n geto but idk u blink and u miss it so im choosing to ignore it! happy reading<3

“umm… i can’t see.”

you shifted in your seat, looking around the pitch dark surrounding of the booth shoko had shoved you into. you'd been unsure of what shoko was getting you into when she had grabbed your elbow and yanked you up the stairs of her home, pulling you into an empty room with a huge box in the middle — and even after shoko explained the purpose of it, you were still a little confused.

“it’s an anonymous kissing booth, dummy. that’s the whole point.” shoko teased, tapping lightly on the outside of the box as she waited. “suguru just dragged out the last two people and i’ve been dying to get you to try it out.” her mischievous tone hadn’t gone by unnoticed, and you rolled your eyes with a small smile as you imagined the smirk spread out across shoko’s face.

“suguru? where is he now?” you asked, making small talk to avoid hearing shoko elaborate more on the game. 

“he’s just fetching the person you’re gonna kiss… or make out with — it’s up to you, really.” you huffed when you heard a small giggle escape shoko’s lips with her answer. “once he finds them i’ll explain the rules to you guys. if you have anything to say, say it now because you won’t be talking when they get here.”

“what?” you asked, brows furrowing in confusion. “what do you mean i won’t be talking?” 

“i’m just messing with you… mostly.” at her words, shoko moved to open the small door of the box just an inch to allow some light to enter. you squinted, taking a moment to adjust to the light before meeting shoko’s eyes who’d watched you patiently. as soon as you did, shoko threw a wink in your direction before closing the door in the box once again.

“shoko?” suguru’s voice, distant at first, grew louder as he called out shoko's name a second time. shoko called him over to the room, and you heard the sound of a door opening and two people walking in. A shush — that you assumed was coming from shoko — was heard only seconds later, and after a little more shuffling and the sound of a light switching off, the other side of the box had opened and the anonymous person had slowly made their way inside before the door had been presumably closed by whoever stood on the outside.

“okay! i need you guys to listen carefully now.” shoko, who clasped her hands together as she begun speaking, addressed the two of you inside the box. “first rule of the booth is a 'no talking' one, it kinda ruins the whole point of it being anonymous. especially since… you may or may not know each other.” shoko paused, stifling a laugh before the sound of suguru shushing shoko was heard, earning a huff from shoko before she continued.

“anyway, once we leave, uh… you guys are free to make out if you want. we’ll give you both about five to ten minutes but keep in mind we’ll be able to walk inside to check in on you two at any given point. and the walls are thin, so don’t try any more than that.” suguru hummed as shoko finished speaking, deciding to conclude the introduction himself.

“more importantly, consent is a major deal. you two being here already might be enough but before we leave, if either one of you are uncomfortable with the premise of the game, speak now or forever hold your peace.” suguru spoke softly, shoko nodding in agreement with him. “if you’re doing okay, say 'yes' and that’ll be the end of this introduction.”

you were silent for a moment, looking ahead of yourself in the dark at where the person you would be kissing was sat directly across from you. the other person shifted, their knee bumping against yours briefly as they did and the action made your breath catch. as you opened your mouth to reply to suguru, the person across from you beat you to it.

“yes.” they replied, with a voice that sounded… familiar.

your heart rate picked up immediately. you knew that voice all too well. it was silent for another moment, save for the barely audible nervous tapping of your fingers on your knee, and you’d almost forgotten to reply at all until shoko’s voice broke through your anxious state.

“hello?” shoko asked softly, her voice sounding closer than it had before. you assume shoko had walked back around the box to be closer to your side of it. 

“yes.” you spluttered out, earning a small hum of approval from shoko.

“in that case then, we’ll leave you both to it.” she spoke, her volume growing smaller as she approached the door. “the timer starts as soon as the door shuts closed behind us. have fun!” at that, the door closed behind them, and the room fell back to silence as they locked the room from the outside with a key. 

“those rules are stupid.” the person in front of you spoke, making your suspicions of who it was clearer than before. you bit your lip, feeling yourself grow more anxious as knowledge of the other person’s identity kicked in. “all that 'no talking' shit, we both had to speak up before they left anyway so what’s the point anymore?” you opened your mouth to reply, but then closed it again as you thought over what to reply with instead.

“yeah. you’re right.” you said after a beat, your voice lowered. shoko’s warning about the walls in the room being thin stayed at the back of your head, and you opted for speaking as quietly as you could.

“you okay though?” the person, now using a softer tone, shifted again as he spoke. you assume he’d shifted closer when you felt his knee slip into the space between your legs. “you kinda hesitated back there… we don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” he added, and you felt your stomach clench slightly at the familiarly endearing tone of voice.

“no, it’s- it’s fine, i’m just…” you paused, chewing on your lower lip before continuing. “i kinda already know who you are...”

“oh?” his amused tone didn’t go unnoticed, and you felt yourself blushing when he had asked, “well, who do you think it is?”

“hmm…” you hummed, twiddling with the hem of your shirt before responding. “is this… satoru?”

he was quiet for a moment, but you could almost sense the smile projected on his face despite not actually being able to see anything. “so you do know me, then. that means i know who you are too…” satoru trailed off, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. 

“but you know what,” satoru started, moving himself closer to you again when you had taken a second too long to respond. “you don’t need to tell me to confirm... i kinda wanna keep that rush of the unknown to it.” satoru’s hand had found your thigh, planting itself there for a moment and making your breath hitch in your throat. you almost didn’t believe that you were about to kiss the one guy you’ve been crushing on for months, and satoru was completely unaware of how fast your heart was racing. “do you wanna get started?”

you couldn’t form any words in response, instead moving yourself closer as well until you could no longer sit comfortably without having your knee pressed against satoru’s thigh. your hand came up slowly, searching the air briefly until your fingertips brushed the side of satoru’s cheek and his face flinched a little bit in surprise. you almost pulled your hand back, but then satoru’s own came up and was placed on top of yours to hold you there. your heart flipped — if he wasn't holding your hand in place you'd probably start floating or something, but instead your lower lip trembled slightly with anticipation while satoru’s other hand found your own cheek and slowly brought your face closer.

you wanted to tell him who you were so badly. you wanted to tell satoru right then and there that you had feelings for him, that you have had feelings for him for the longest time. but any actual words you had to say were caught in your throat.

closing your eyes and puckering your lips out, you realized you couldn’t really tell how close satoru’s face was to your own and decided to prepare yourself in advance. after a few seconds, satoru’s nose bumped into yours awkwardly, and the small huff that left satoru’s lips afterwards made you stifle a giggle. 

“hey,” satoru scoffed, tone teasing and playful. “i heard that.” his voice was low, almost in a whisper. the way he’d spoken to you at such a close proximity made your stomach lurch. you two hadn’t even started yet and you were already feeling your self-control slip through your fingers.

satoru’s hand on your cheek lowered slightly, aiming to cup his palm just underneath your jaw with a light grip on your face to angle your head to the side and pull you closer. you were too frozen on the spot to do anything yourself, so you let satoru guide you. satoru then tilted your head back slightly, and in the most painfully agonizingly slow manner possible, his lips brushed against yours for a short moment before slowly pressing them more against your own mouth.

it was a peck at first, a little bit experimental. when you hadn’t moved your lips at all (far too focused on the hammering in your chest), satoru hesitated on advancing any further. your lips were only slightly pressed against each other, and it took you a second too long to notice satoru was unmoving as well and — okay, maybe he had been just as nervous as you were. holding on to that thought, you mustered whatever small bit of confidence you could and pressed your lips more firmly against his.

this seemed to reassure satoru, because as soon as you started kissing him back satoru began moving his lips in… a very different way. it was nothing too intense for now, but he’d begun putting something into it that could've made your heart stop. and then satoru tilted his own head, deepening the kiss and you whimpered against his lips in response.

you both kissed like this for a moment, but you were still a little tense until satoru murmured against your lips “relax…” and you felt your shoulders drop after that, unwinding yourself to shift from your current position to a more comfortable one. you let go of the tension in your shoulders as your arms found their way around satoru’s neck, pulling him closer, and you lost yourself a little bit in the way satoru had reacted to your movement. his lips parted from yours for less than a fraction of a second, and then his hands lowered from your face and landed on your thighs. he slid them up your legs slowly, searching for your waist before gripping onto it and adjusting your seating positions so that you both were closer than before. your mind reeled at the small circles satoru’s thumbs subconsciously began rubbing on your hipbone. 

your mouth parted slightly, letting out a breathy sigh as you scooted forward. satoru sucked in your lower lip, swiping his tongue across it before you opened your mouth a little more and allowed satoru to taste inside of you. he did so for a moment before pulling his tongue back and grazing his teeth against your lower lip. a small groan rumbled in the back of your throat, and satoru hummed in satisfaction when your hands found its way into his hair. 

satoru parted for a breath of air, his forehead leaning against yours as he did. your eyes stayed shut, feeling too hazy to do anything. when you both were making out a coil low in your stomach began to tighten, and arousal was already pooling in between your legs. in the moment, you didn’t seem to care, too focused on the buzzing feeling left on your lips that made them tremble slightly anytime satoru exhaled. you licked your lips, opening your mouth to say something before you were caught off guard by satoru immediately pulling you onto his lap.

you gasped at the action, your head moving back from satoru’s when his hands moved to place your legs on either side of him so that you were seated comfortably while straddling him. once he did, satoru grabbed your waist again and pulled you further up his lap. you almost jumped when your core brushed against satoru’s crotch, and something low in your stomach twisted into another knot that made you let out a small shudder.

satoru’s left hand remained on your waist, his right hand now sliding up your back before landing on the nape of your neck. he pulled you in again for another kiss, this one a little sloppy and too quick but with more passion put into it than the last. you wasted no time now, immediately kissing satoru back with the same amount of drive he was giving in to it. as you shifted slightly to bring your arms back around satoru’s neck, a low moan rumbled in satoru’s throat when your heat brushed against his growing tent a second time. said moan was then swallowed into your mouth, and you decided you’d wanted to hear more of it from him. you moved your hips again, this time purposefully grinding down on satoru and satoru almost froze in his movements.

“fuck,” he moaned against your lips, his other hand coming back down to your waist to guide your movements. you both slowly rutted against each other for another few seconds until an abrupt knock on the door broke through the lust-ridden haze surrounding you two and made you both freeze on the spot.

“one minute guys!” shoko’s muffled voice was heard from the other side of the door, and satoru cursed to himself as he pulled away from the kiss and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, panting as he did.

satoru sat like that for a moment, breathing heavily against your shoulder as he attempted willing himself to go soft even while you were still seated firmly on his lap. he sighed again, slowly lifting his head off your shoulder to face you. as satoru pulled his head back, both of you realized then that your eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, and you could make out a faint image of each other’s faces. you swallowed, your eyes tracing satoru’s silhouette and seeing the way his tousled hair shaped his face so perfectly. you had known it was satoru this whole time, but being able to see him — well, almost see him — made the whole situation feel more real than it did. satoru’s lips parted slightly, eyes widening just a little when he’d begun to piece together who he’d just made out with as he stared back at you.

noticing satoru must’ve realized who you were, you felt your face flush in embarrassment. a small tinge of regret started to bubble in your chest, and you let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves as you felt yourself growing anxious. you began to move off satoru’s lap, almost mumbling an apology as you did, but satoru’s grip on your waist tightened as he held you firmly in place.

you opened your mouth to say something, but without another word satoru dove back in and pressed his lips against yours in an incredibly desperate manner. a gasp slipped past your lips, and you were kissing back a little awkwardly for a split second due to your surprise. satoru’s hands began to roam up your back before he pulled away again, using his hands to press you flush against his own chest. rather than leaning back in to kiss you, satoru caught you by surprise when he went straight for your neck. as satoru traced kisses just underneath your jawline, your head fell back to allow him more room and you pressed your lips together to stifle the moan that rumbled low in your throat.

“satoru,” you breathed out, almost panting. satoru hummed against you, the vibrations against your skin making you shiver and nearly lose your train of thought. “shoko… shoko is-“ you cut yourself off with a small, breathy moan when satoru bit down softly on the skin of your neck.

“i know...” satoru murmured against your neck, continuing to trail small kisses upwards and along your jaw. while you were initially worried that shoko would walk in on you two at any second, you were too focused on the way satoru’s lips felt against your neck to think about anything else. a thought had crossed your mind — of those same lips sliding across your neck exploring every other inch of your body — and the image of it in your head made you grip satoru’s hair tighter than before. 

the sound of keys jingling against the door didn’t go unheard by the two of you, and you almost lifted yourself off his lap until satoru’s hands roughly pulled you down again. 

“wait,” satoru's breath was hot against your skin, trailing his lips up to a spot just beneath your earlobe. you suddenly heard the sound of the keys dropping to the floor, followed by shoko’s muffled cursing as you had assumed she’d dropped them. your attention came back to satoru when he had started to suck on your skin while nibbling it experimentally. 

you tightened your grip around him and clamped your mouth shut, stifling the noise that would’ve escaped your lips had shoko not been within earshot. the sound of the keys now successfully unlocking the door was heard again, and satoru bit down hard on your skin before letting go of you altogether. your eyes snapped open with a silent gasp, and within the next second satoru had moved you off his lap and placed you back on your seat across from him again right as shoko opened the door.

you felt flushed. your heart pounded against your chest, and the sound of a light switching on brought you back out of the haze you'd been in for several minutes now.

“time’s up! i hope you guys had fun… but not too much fun.” 

satoru chuckled lowly, the sound of it making you swallow roughly. “of course.” he said, his tone gruff and sounding out of breath for a moment. satoru’s hand then landed on your thigh, patting you twice before sliding up, and you bit down on your lip when satoru’s hand neared your center for a split second before he removed his palm altogether. 

the door on the opposite end of the box opened, immediately flooding you two with light and causing both of you to squint your eyes at the brightness. once you both adjusted, shoko peaked her head in, smiling smugly at the two of you.

“you both look like a mess.” shoko snorted. satoru rolled his eyes, standing to move out of the box and into the room. as he got out he stretched his limbs, avoiding shoko’s questioning glare. shoko walked over to satoru, ruffling his already messy hair before turning to look back inside the box where you had still been seated.

“come on out, it’s too late for modesty.” shoko urged you with a small chuckle, waving her hand. 

you were frozen on the spot, the tingling sensation crawling all over your skin still too strong to ignore. satoru duked his head in beside shoko, and when he made eye contact with you something unrecognizable glossed over his eyes before he cleared his throat and whistled.

“oh hey, i didn’t know it was you…” he said, but the tone of his voice was too casual, and all it told you was that he was lying straight through his teeth. “you’re a damn good kisser.” he added with a smirk, and you felt your heart race even faster with satoru’s words. you calmly smiled, sucking in your breath as you stood up to walk out of the box. 

shoko slapped a hand on your shoulder, guiding you out of the room behind satoru. without a word, shoko threw a wink in your direction and you felt your face grow red. shoko must have known about your crush on satoru, and had probably set it up so that he’d make out with you for 5 minutes. you wanted to curse at shoko, opening your mouth to say something until shoko’s eyes widened with mischief and she quickly left your side and abandoned the two of you in the hallway as she made a beeline for the stairs. sneaky ass shoko…

once shoko had left, satoru turned to face you and took a small step towards you. “i wasn’t kidding by the way.” 

you looked up at him, your stomach twisting again when satoru looked down at you with clouded eyes. “about what?” you asked, a little innocently. truthfully, you were having trouble comprehending the implications behind satoru’s words. the last 5-10 minutes in general have felt incredibly surreal as is. 

satoru, as if reading your mind, took another step closer to you, practically cornering you against the wall in the hallway. he leaned down so his face was centimeters apart from yours, and with a whisper he answered, “your lips felt so fucking good, and when i realized it was you before the time was up, it made me feel so…” satoru trailed off, taking a deep breath and pulling his head back a little to look in your eyes better. “it drove me crazy... what say you and i pick up where we left off?” 

you swallowed roughly, your gut tightening again at satoru’s words. satoru fully cornered you until your back was against the wall, and he brought a hand to your waist and slowly slide it up your side and — yeah, you were definitely fucked.

“is…” you swallowed again, feeling a lump in your throat as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach to ask the question currently nagging at the back of your head. “is that really what you want...?”

satoru froze. there were more implications behind your question than it seemed at face value. you wanted to know if what he wanted was what you had wanted for so long, and not just him wanting to get off after the kissing booth game you both participated in. you didn’t want to start something with him that you’d end up regretting later on, lest your very real feelings for him get in the way of it and potentially ruin your friendship with him. satoru, thankfully, understood exactly what you were trying to ask; so to reassure you, he’d brought his hand up to caress your cheek, his gaze softening as a small smile appeared on his face. 

“more than anything.”

───

part two ?? maybe ??

love bites (so do i)

just a little fic in comic form i guess, about an alternate way they could have ruined Bill’s day in Sock Opera.

i imagine Bill is CRAZY touch-starved. a trillion years without a physical form has gotta mess a guy up. he’s always shoving people around and shaking hands and leaning on shoulders and stuff, but he doesn’t actually feel anything when he does it. possessing living bodies gives him a semblance of physical sensation, but it’s still just a shadow of the real thing.

also, i think Mabel gives, just, the best hugs in the universe.

We decide now.

Hi!! I was trying to think of a good one to send you :3 can you do “you need sleep”, Ich Will AU, Till & Schneider pls (shippy or not, doesn’t matter) Thank you!!

AYYY I had a lot of fun writing this. I missed writing my boys hehe hope you like it!!! ♡

AO3 link | Words: 2324 | Pairing: Till/Schneider | Era: Mutter (Ich Will AU)

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The callouses on his hands hurt. His knuckles are aching. He’s shivering when he enters the office, cold from standing outside shoveling hard dirt for the last five hours. Like he last left it, his desk is cluttered in paperwork, and his mug of forgotten coffee sits there, waiting for his return. Pacing up to his desk, Christoph reaches out and grips the handle of the mug with trembling fingers. He brings it to his mouth and downs the remainder of the cold coffee, closing his burning eyes. He then approaches the small kitchen area to deposit the mug into the sink.

Letting out a deep breath, Christoph plants his hands against the rim of the sink and leans heavily into them, eyes closed. His stomach twists and aches from the lack of food. But eating would merely lead to further exhaustion. He has to keep going. Blearily blinking, he glances at his watch. It’s three in the morning. He wonders if Tägtgren is still up at this hour, doing God knows what. He needs to do a progress report on his assignment. But he doesn’t want to risk waking his boss.

Well, Peter did give him a list of three names. He has one more to go. Perhaps, before submitting that report, he could begin the next. After all, productivity and results are more valuable to his boss than merely an update.

Continued on AO3

The drawing is awesome, thank you for this fandom blessing

But let be honest killmonger’s style is to die for

Personal Stylist

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Wait my gosh I need them desperately…

THEYA RE SO CUTE

today's bug thing are these beetle coin pouches by Mary Capaldi!