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So I've been absent for a time.
A long time.
And the updates are not as good as I'd hoped. March of last year brought my father's small cell carcinoma diagnosis, but in May I graduated with my Associates in Political Science. Last October I left my husband, and in January my father was buried. April began my trauma therapy journey, and with what I have to unravel...its looking like a long road ahead.
However, last year also brought my youngest son's autism diagnosis. With the services we've been able to get? He has gone from non-verbal to expression of self and complete sentences in just a years time. The change in him has been remarkable.
I will not pretend this has been easy. CPTSD, PTSD and a load of internalized guilt led me down some roads I was not willing or able to cope with. But now I have better tools, and the ability and will to use them.
I have since opened my writing styles from specifically otome games to anime and manga indulgences, and I have absolutely loved the results. (There may be some kamisama kiss literature shortly featuring @jennacat84 OC Nagahisa, but I digress.)
I am wondering what the scene of my current followers is right now. What do you all want to see to make your hearts race and blood pump? Anime? Cartoons? Otome? Smut? Fluff? In depth story line? Violence? Like...help me out here.
it will come back [pt. 1] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader
Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 2] [Part 3]
A/N: Low budget yandere for my greasy king. This concept has definitely been done before, but I couldn’t resist. This is my first non-smut on this acct and I’ll be so sad if it bombs 😭
Title from the Hozier song: “don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”
Tags/warnings: light yandere, minor injury, angst, Shiggy likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep. [In later parts but not in this one: violence, sex, more yandere, 18+]
You’ve always had a soft spot for strays. Maybe that’s why you became an ER nurse—from the first abandoned puppy you brought home as a kid to the patients you refuse to give up on even when it looks hopeless, you’ve never been able to turn a blind eye when something needs your help. Sometimes (times like this) you wish you knew better. It’s hard enough to take care of yourself these days.
Today’s shift was…what, 16 hours? 17? The 20-minute walk from the bus stop to your apartment building feels like it takes twice that long in the rain. God, you need a shower. And a decent night’s sleep, preferably for at least 12 hours. Tomorrow’s your day off, and you’re ready to take advantage of it the best way you know how: Netflix, soju, and your favorite vibrator. But tonight? As soon as you’re clean, you’re going to pig out on leftovers and collapse into the bed that’s the only halfway nice piece of furniture in your shithole apartment. You really do deserve a break; you’ve earned it.
Unfortunately, as usual, the universe has other plans.
You hear him before you see him: wheezing, choked breaths, like someone’s trying to breathe with an anvil on their chest. You’re not quite out of nurse mode so your mind starts trying to diagnose the issue before you even register what you’re hearing. Fluid in the lungs, possibly blood. That hacking isn’t good. Broken ribs? Definitely bruised. But probably not a puncture…
The breathing is coming from down an alley next to your building. It’s dark enough that you can’t see from the street what’s making the noise. And you’re not a fool, you know it’s a bad idea to walk down pitch-black alleys late at night, especially in this area—a neighborhood you’re living in by necessity, because it’s the only place cheap enough for you to get by. But the coughing…it just sounds so awful. It sounds like it hurts.
Your phone’s already in your hand with 119 dialed and ready to call (standard practice when you’re walking home by yourself), but you turn the flashlight on and shine it down the alleyway. “Hello? Anyone there?”
Nothing responds, but you can still hear the breathing. You step in a little deeper, swinging your light from side to side and looking over the heaps of trash bags overflowing from the dumpster. The raindrops make clicking sounds as they hit the plastic, and you can hear gurgling from a rain spout down the side of the building, but the wheezing doesn’t stop.
One more step. And then one more. You wish there was something you could do to make the splash of your rain boots in the puddles a little less loud. Something about this situation—the rain, the dark, the flat grey light from your cellphone, and that horrible hacking breath—it makes you feel like you’re walking into a horror movie. But you don’t stop walking.
The hacking is coming from a man propped up on the wall between a few XL bags of trash. The black outfit he’s wearing almost blends into the bags, but a mop of grey-blue hair gives him away. His head is slumped onto his chest, and if he’s conscious he doesn’t show it. “Hello?” you ask again, even less confident that you’re going to get a response.
No answer.
The smell of garbage is…ugh…hard to ignore, but on top of it is an oppressive stench of copper coming from the man passed out in the trash. You kneel down to get a better look and yep, he’s covered in blood. It’s hard to make out in the low light, but there’s a trio of long gashes in the man’s abdomen, cutting apart the skin and flesh so deep you can see traces of a slim layer of yellow fat between all the inky clotted blood. It looks like he was attacked by an animal. Or someone with an animal quirk. There are a lot of villains in this neighborhood.
And the coughing…definitely internal injuries. Whoever this guy is, he needs treatment. You hold up your phone to hit the call button on your pre-dialed 119—
“Don’t.” The voice is a growl, low and surprisingly firm despite the scratchiness. You jerk back and clutch your phone to your chest, caught off guard not just by the interruption but by the intensity of the face glaring up at yours.
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Adversary /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)
Summary: You make a deal with the devil to save your life, but it turns out Overhaul’s not interested in your soul.
A/N: Remember when I said I was going to do a fantasy collab and then dipped for like 9 months? Hahaha…anyway…
@pleasantanathema @ present-mel @shadowworks—if it’s not too late, here’s my part for the Pleasant & Strider Fantasy AU Writing Collab from a million years ago. Go check out the masterlist and gorge yourself on these amazing pieces!!
Tags/Warnings: dubcon, demon fuckery & occult things, big heresy/sacrilege/perversion of religion, sex in a church ft. Catholic sex guilt, other than that it’s not that bad lol, inexperienced reader, mild degradation, shameless camp and demon-fucking clichés, Overhaul calls you “little girl” 👉👈
He doesn’t look like a demon.
Not that you really know what demons are supposed to look like. But…red skin, right? Fangs and claws and swirling masses of bad energy. Maybe cloven hooves for feet. Yes, that’s the Disney version—but even if you didn’t expect a cartoon personification of evil, you didn’t expect this.
He looks like a doctor, you think. Lab coat hanging open, surgery mask pushed down under his jaw, stethoscope draped over his shoulders. No, he’s a little young to really look like a doctor…an intern, you amend, shifting back in your hospital bed. He looks like he fits right in here, not a hair out of place. Except for, you know, the polished black horns curling out of the sides of his skull.
Overhaul. It was written in the book. That’s the only thing you have to call him in your head.
He’s standing in the center of the sigil you drew at the foot of your bed before midnight, surveying the room critically without meeting your gaze. He looks annoyed—that’s not a good sign, is it?—but then again, of course he’s annoyed. You’d be annoyed too if you got summoned out of your cozy hell dimension in the middle of the night. According to the book, you’re lucky he even showed up…although ‘lucky’ isn’t really how you’d describe yourself most days.
“So,” Overhaul says after a long moment of silence in which you question every choice you’ve made in your relatively short life. “You’re dying.”
You nod.
“And you don’t want to be.”
You nod again, wondering if you’re supposed to be contributing more to this conversation. It’s a bit difficult when your mouth is so dry it feels like you’ve been eating dirt, but you suppose being in the presence of an unholy servant of Satan will do that to a person.
“Fine.” He sighs, frowns, and then finally lowers his gaze onto yours—and you shiver.
Those eyes. No human has eyes like that.
“Make me an offer,” Overhaul tells you, and through his open mouth you catch a flash of sharp white teeth.
Writer: There Was Only One Bed…
Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*
Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles
Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
Alternatively:
There was only one bed and so they lay there together, only inches apart physically but it may as well have been miles for neither could muster the courage to tell the other the true depth of their feelings and so they lay there sleepless in their mutual pining
Angst fans:
There was only one bed. A carried B to it and gently eased them down. They were both badly injured but B’s conditions were much worse and A wouldn’t rest until they knew B was going to be alright. So A sat down next to B and brushed their hair back, holding their hand as B shivered through the night, their only comfort A’s presence by their side.
Hurt/Comfort fans:
Dear god you’re right, you’re so right
I feel like this needs to be a writing challenge… How many different ways can you write this one trope.
There was only one bed, but instead of making a big fuss, the tired pair went the fuck to sleep and got a full 8 hours.
My sleep deprived ass:
OH YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF
There was only one bed. This is normal. They’ve been married for a decade and have a small child. The child has climbed in bed to snuggle with them because thunder is scary. They have their baby curled between them and they share soft, warm smiles over his sleepy head as he snores little kid snores.
Me, who just wants domestic curtains found family fic:
I AM ALL OF THIS I WILL LITERALLY READ ANYTHING
There was only one bed, the two characters argued and bickered begging for them not to have to share it, but they somehow are here still. They agree that there both going to pick a side and stay on it. This was going fine until in the middle of the night A woke up screaming and crying, B gets them to calm down and they end up falling asleep next to each other feeling safe
Enemies to lovers fans
There was only one bed. A noticed B’s exhaustion and lifted them easily. “You don’t have to carry me like a child,” B noted, despite being clearly pleased by how matters were progressing. “I think we both know that’s not true,” A replied with a grin. The bed was warm, inviting, and yet something was missing. “Is this a private party, or can just anyone join,” C called from the doorway, clad only in their underwear and a smile. “Only if it’s you!” A and B replied in unison as they drew the covers back.
My OT3-loving ass:
@jennacat84 I feel so called out on a few of these
@umbralaperture Ok, yes. Several of these for me as well.
God dammit. All of it. Just fucking all of it.

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Yes.
A Valentine’s Day Surprise (Shigaraki x Reader)
Title: A Valentine’s Day Surprise Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: Noncon, degradation, forced orgasms, forced creampies, kidnapping, loss of virginity, yandere Notes: Since it is now technically Valentine’s Day, here is my entry for The Sewer’s Two in the Pink, One in the Kink collab. A bit different than how I sometimes write Shigaraki in sex scenes, so I hope you guys enjoy!
Shigaraki hated Valentine’s Day. Hated seeing all the stupid couples acting annoyingly in love, the stores looking like they vomited pink and red everywhere, the cheesy love music, but most of all he hated one thing.
He was a virgin on Valentine’s Day.
His frustration was at an all time high, having no way to burn off his energy, the high he got from doing League missions and fighting. No one to come home to and release all of that pent up stress, nobody to hold down and dominate until he was completely satisfied. And what was worse is that he knew his sensei realized it as well.
The sighs of disappointment when he got snappy were obvious, and the fact that he was even more brutal than usual on missions. Just today, he dusted several civilians, one of those stupid young couples in love that he despised seeing. They had pissed him off, being so cuddly and mushy with each other, and they died for it. He had to admit, the screaming from the woman as he killed her little boyfriend was entertaining.
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Pretty Young Thing
A yandere Erasermic commission for an anon, I hope you like it bby!!
Aizawa Shouta x reader x Hizashi Yamada
TW non-con, breeding kink, pregnancy, surrogacy, pregnant sex, smut, age-gap, nsfw
“Don’t you think she’s a little young, ‘Zashi?”
“It’s up to you both how involved you are during the first stages and the overall pregnancy. Normally we suggest an initial meeting with the potential surrogate for all three of you to get a feel for one another and decide if you want to proceed with the arrangement, but should you wish, we can–”
“No,” he interrupts, sparing Hizashi a fleeting glance. “We want to meet her.”
Beneath the desk, his husband squeezes his hand.
Hizashi quirks an eyebrow, pausing midway through fixing his hair in the mirror. “Whaddya mean, babe? She’s in her twenties ain’t she?”
He’s not wrong, but that’s not the issue. They picked you, they both picked you, but there’s this lingering unease that he can’t seem to shake. It’s not so much your age specifically, he knows that you’re only a few years younger than the majority of the other women whose profiles they’d seen – you’re old enough to understand what you’re getting yourself into and agree to it, at any rate – it’s just that he doesn’t quite understand why somebody your age would want to do this.
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- I told the stars about you - [Mozart/Reader]
Rating: G
Word count: 1,573
Summary: On the night of his birthday, Mozart feels the cool railing below his fingertips. There is something beautiful in the sudden silence, but greater beauty comes with its interruption.
Tags: Birthday celebrations; Emotional hurt/Comfort; Romantic fluff
Happy birthday, Mozart!
my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds cannot move me” blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend sends it back and just writes “FART” (or the ancient Chinese equivalent) on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend out and when he gets there his friend says “wow. the eight winds cannot move you, but one fart sends you across the lake”
i googled this bc i desperately wanted this to be real, and guess what…it is.
the dude’s name was su dongpo (also known as su shi). his original poem went like this:
稽首天中天,
毫光照大千,
八風吹不動,
端坐紫金蓮
(Humbly bowed my head below all skies Minutest lights shine through my deepest bounds Immovable by strong winds from eight sides Upon purplish gold lotus I seated straightly by the low mound) (x)
on which his friend wrote “放屁” (fart, literally), and you know the rest.
(here’s a chinese source for the skeptics)
can you imagine having your brutal murder described in detail to future generations
this is my new favourite story from history
@keen19thcenturygoatsstudent
*snorts* poetry in motion. Yay history.

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Y’all I drew prince dabi 😩 hdjdjdjsjs
Here you dabi fuckers go 🤓
As a Dabi fucker, I am fucking fed...holy shit this is good! I love the expression on his face and the design of his clothes.
How to Escape a Hair Grab or a Neck Grab ? Look at them, carefully.
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SIGNAL BOOSTING LIKE SHIT
self-defense is important.
Is this relevant to my blog? No. but currently there are 13K of you following me and this could help some of you.
I didn’t even hesitate to reblog. You need to study this. Save yourself from this awful world and the people in it.
Bakugou - mha
Want (Wolf!Lucifer x Reader)
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Prompt: werewolf, full moon, heat scenario
Warning: Smut!!! - oral sex (female receiving), breeding, internal cumshot, biting, knotting
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 4,322
Requested by: anonymous
Written by: @lordsister/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)
Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me or any of its characters. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.
Other notes: So I meant to get this out a long time ago and then I had a burnout from university work and couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough to write a full sentence, so here we go! Never written something like this before, but hoping it’s good!
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when i was falling asleep in class yesterday this image manifested in my subconscious, here is a rough rendering
this is a meme from a universe mankind was not equipped to comprehend
@endlessnightarts Questions…answered.
trying to parse out this meme like
SEPHIROTH IN SUPER SMASH BROS ULTIMATE