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If steel ball run isnt announced youll be seeing me on the news

IMAGES OF THEM ARE ARSE

There

“Images of them together are scarce”

how is it possible for someone to be so fucking pretty all the time?? his face is literally falling apart and he still manages to be the prettiest guy out there

so you know that thing that spotify does where they give you 30 minutes of premuim and then yank the rug out from under you well i was listening to my music and i had a vibe going and i was gonna do math, calculate density of something. then i heard an ad and it killed the vibe so thanks spotify i guess screw u

Well, yes, I write about George Clooney and Brad Pitt being gay gay homosexual gay boyfriends

I mean their chars:

🍓 Danny/Rusty (Ocean's)

🍓 Jack/Nick (Wolfs 2024)

🍓 Seth/Jerry (From Dusk Till Dawn 1996 x The Mexican 2001)

Here:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/braddicted4ever

I swear admitting you like a character means you’re basically signing a death warrant for them

I've been drawing pidgeons for 2 weeks straight send help

The one and only.

:0 WELCOME TO DA FANDOM! I’m literally just a smol timer in the fandom but try to stay away from le bad stuff and u should be good 👍

Try #spamton or #deltarune for inspiration, or check out @huecycles , great stuff :)

(Kool doodle btw, keep up the good work and take breaks if needed!)

Can’t wait for more Stringless Au :)

i have a lot of content of these guys that i havent uploaded because im new to tumblr obviously

and when i say a lot i mean A LOT, easily some 10+ comics, and 200 or 300 pieces of concept art (the AU gets interesting)

ill go uploading stuff slowly probably though, but i just finished this lil sketch on my work break so might as well post it

thanks for the reception, i knew the utdr community here was cool but i didnt know it was THIS cool, i should've joined earlier tbh

I was curious about the casting of Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer, is Lucifer a female character in the show or is the show taking the more androgynous route with the depiction, like the Constantine movie did with casting Tilda Swinton as Gabriel?

Lucifer in the comics isn't male.

Gwendolyn plays the Lucifer in the comics.

Hello! I chucked out a somewhat lo-fi track last night and your recent Torrent Boys artwork just -- !!! I think it would fit? It's not good but I wanted to know-- oh wait, do you mind if we slap music on that gif? I'm very sorry if you're not comfortable with this! Most importantly though, thank you for your wonderful artworks! Great supply of dopamine and serotonin hahah

Hi! As much as I am honored and appreciate that my art inspired you, I still stand in a position where I do not allow my art to be used for videos, reposts, tracing or any use of the sort. Sorry! However, I'd gladly accept the link to your works in private and listen to it, maybe I could, idk, make a little reblog with a sketch or something :)

Ah yes, my fav things ancient stuff and cats

I think it was put 10 million years ago just for cats

(Source)

I have a new Logan/Flux fic in the works based off a very lovely request I received. I am SO excited to share this one with you guys. It’s got undercover missions, hate/love, slow burn - OOOOH IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ IT

Also, you might want to mute my blog for the rest of the day, I’m working up some new organization for my blog that’s gonna be annoyingly tedious and take a lot of new posts

ANYWAY- can’t wait to share this new fic with you all soon

༝༚༝༚ - Belle

Righty-oh, Im back. Sorry if im bothering you

Halloween costumes

Bored between missions

Baby

Pets

Ahsoka for any of these or honestly just whoever you feel like drawing

Anakin, stop sulking. You pull off a wonderful moody orphan look.

So i saw this on Twitter

And obviously I had to draw it

It’s pretty similar to the If lost return to thing I already did BUT I actually found that one pen I was searching for months and suddenly everything I draw looks better?? I mean except for the part that is my handwriting •—•

So anyways I’m gonna go and make a version of this to use as my new lockscreen lol

…

oh no, he lost all his whimsy

Who was writing all them songs? In your room.

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

the moon tonight folks? she’s beautiful.

you can't make me hate this movie even if it extremely boring and sexist

AMBER HEARD as NICOLA SIX in LONDON FIELDS (2018)

Yup, I’m now officially in Villainous fandom, and here’s genderbent Black Hat.

I’ve always thought Tommy would have jerked John off at some point, very pragmatically and efficiently, sending John into quite a spiral of fantasising every time Tommy put a hand on something after: Arthur’s shoulder, between Arthur’s shoulder blades, fingers over Arthur’s when handing a glass or bottle between them…

YES YOU GET IT-

I always want to put way too much backstory to these types of things even though I know I won't ever be able to put it into words correctly. BUT.

Touch Caused the Spiral (Ao3)

Perhaps it happens directly after the war, they get home and honestly have no idea how to cope, how to be okay again if all three of them can't see each other when it's dark out, so they all end up sleeping on the floor on a rug with a couple blankets and pillows. Maybe Arthur has a fit over something, needs to be alone, so it's just Tommy and John there, clinging to each other but not allowing themselves to really cling- it's just their hands touching wherever is "appropriate" and their legs are tangled together, John wiggling closer and closer through the night and eventually ends up gently rocking against Tommy's hip, mostly asleep. Tommy is wide awake, acutely aware of the way John shuffled closer, painfully aware of the heat pressed to his hip, John's hand on Tommy's chest, his brain is spinning all sorts of things because he knows John is aware of what's happening, he knows that John is intimately accustomed to Tommy's scent and the feel of his skin through a childhood of being crammed together due to their size and just never having enough space.

"Finally going to do something about that, eh?" Tommy murmurs into the darkness, tipping his head to the side to rest his temple to John's forehead, his hand slipping off of John's flank where it had been resting, having needed to feel John's movements. He plays with the waist of John's striped boxer shorts, undoing the little buttons one by one with ease, letting the back of his hand brush against the flushed, soft skin of John's cock. A shiver runs through the both of them when Tommy wraps a loose fist around John's cock, just feeling the weight of it for a minute before finally finally tightening his grip and properly touching him.

John can't help the little gasps and moans and "Tommy, Tommy, brother, fuck- please, Tommy." he needs Tommy right now, needs to feel him, to smell him, to taste him- John lets his lips brush against his older brother's cheek, not close enough to Tommy's lips to be a kiss, but just a desperate need to know how Tommy tastes now, licking his own lips to gather the little bit of sweat there. His hips rock forwardforwordforward, picking up speed, gaining a little power but it's still hazy with sleep and fear that if he moves too much than Tommy will snap to his senses and stop this. Except all of John's panted breaths against the side Tommy's face only cements that yes this will happen again, and again and again and again

"There you go. Attaboy, John, fuck me hand like you'd fuck a tight hole. Who're you thinkin' about, hm? S'it me? Want to fuck me? Or some whore from London? Bet I know who it is, it's fuckin' Arthur, isn't it? Want to fuck our big brother, don't you. He'd like it, he likes it. I've seen the way he acts with a couple of his own fingers up his arse."

It's all too much, all too fucking much for John, he can't fucking think and he can barely breathe, gasping against the side of Tommy's neck, a little slip of fear at being found out so easily... but it shouldn't have been a surprise that Tommy would know, be able to read him, they've both looked at Arthur that way for years, and they'd seen the want in each other's eyes, caught each other.

"So fucking wet, be surprised if anythin' comes out when you spill, seems like your leakin' it all out now, thinkin' of Arthur's tight-"

That's when the dam breaks, when John shudders and whines his way through the first orgasm he's had since returning home. And oh, how wrong is Tommy- it's a mess, slick splatter of cum familiar against Tommy's hip and belly and pelvis, hot stripes of it soaking through Tommy's own pants, staining them staining him. John can't seem to catch his breath, shoving his face into the crook of Tommy's neck to muffle the needy little whines slipping past his lips, involuntarily thrusting into Tommy's once more loose fist, riding the aftershocks like he'll never experience this level of pleasure again.

They sleep like that, both of them dazed and happy, sure Tommy is hard as fucking stone but that can wait, yeah that can wait cause right now all he can think about is John pressed to his side, of how his little brother is finally calm in his sleep, yeah, he'll deal with that later, he'll deal with the mess of John's cum later too, can't be bothered to even wipe it away with the blanket cause that seems like the worst idea possible, to wipe away what John has given him. Nono he lets John's spend dry on his skin, hopes it stains him through.

-

John can't get any of last nights events out of the forefront of his mind all day, eyes always darting to Tommy, fixating on his hands, perking up at ever word Tommy says, can't stop hearing "Attaboy, John" in his head. He knows Tommy can feel his eyes tracking him, he knows because every single time Tommy touches Arthur, he looks right at John, like he can see the spike of arousal that spears John right in the gut, trailing up his spine and coiling around his lungs, making it hard to breathe, and even harder to think. But he needs to think so that he doesn't do something stupid, can't fuck this up so early, the day after, not even 12 hours later.

It's intentional, it has to be intentional, Tommy is touching Arthur more today than he has in the last week, constantly has a hand on him somewhere. And it only gets more intimate, more invasive. Beginning at Arthur's shoulder at the start of the day, a good morning, then Tommy's fingers linger on the teacup he's passing to Arthur for a second too long so that Arthur is technically also touching Tommy in return- and doesn't that send a thrill of... Jealousy? Want? That sense of missed opportunity cause now John is aware that he hadn't touched Tommy much at all last night, certainly hadn't seen or heard Tommy finish. Anyway, John is violently pulled from that thought because now Tommy's hand is resting on the middle of Arthur's back, making slow circles as Arthur coughs up a lung, choking on something -John wasn't bloody paying attention- and then Tommy is fucking talking.

"You're not one to choke often, are ya?" It's said with mirth, yes, but there's a heat in Tommy's eyes that only John can see beings as Arthur is currently bent over the sink- and oh, there goes Tommy's fucking hand, down to the small of Arthur's back, splaying his fingers apart across his crisp white shirt, tips of his thumb and pinky nearly spanning the small width of Arthur's waist. Fuck. Fuck Arthur and his stupidly narrow frame, always looking breakable if not for John's personal knowledge of just how fucking strong Arthur is, how all that wiry muscle behaves exactly how Arthur wants it to, cording under his skin when he strains any.

The ways John wants to make Arthur strain...

"The fuck-" There's a wet cough, "The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Arthur snaps, eyes a little red, brows pinched together, color high on his cheeks.

-

It's almost like Tommy is mapping out a trail for John's eyes to follow, slipping 'round till it reaches the desired destination. At one point, Tommy's hand lands a playful swat to the seat of Arthur's trousers, not really connecting but it's like a fucking car crash for John, like a bomb going off in a busy bar, he just can't fucking look away. There's a whistle sounding in the room, right? It's not just John's ears ringing... Right? There's no fucking way that's made his head buzz and his eyes go a little blurry around the edges. No fucking way.

Except it did, and his face is hot, and he feels like he's about to sweat through his shirt and waist coat and jacket all in a few seconds, all from watching his big brothers horse around like a couple of teenagers in the betting shop. His cock twitches in his trousers, interested and quick to stand at attention. He's glad he's sitting down, crotch safely hidden behind Tommy's desk where it's oh so easy to place his hand on top of the rapidly forming tent, willing it to go away because how is he supposed to stand up and leave looking like he's shoved a flag pole down his pants?

Luckily for him, Tommy's phone rings, forcing Tommy to put his hands up in mock-surrender, slowly backing his way around his own desk to where John is still sitting in the large chair, eyes locked on Arthur's own. And John can't exactly move now can he? So he doesn't, stays where he is while Tommy braces a hand on the edge of the desk, bent at the hip, other hand reaching for the phone which is on it's fourth ring, and just watches with mild panic as Tommy takes a seat -his seat- directly in John's lap, somewhat-sorta crushing his cock but again what the fuck is John supposed to do here without making everything painfully obvious? Eh? What the fuck is he supposed to do?

"Thomas Shelby," Tommy answers, the picture of composure perched atop his newly conquered throne. "Yes, tomorrow, six AM."

With a little ring of the bells as Tommy places the phone back on the receiver, he says with none-too-well concealed excitement and a sneaky shift of his hips, "looks like we've got an early start tomorrow, brothers, best get to bed."

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1,641 words of Fucked Up served hot and fresh from the Fucked Up Factory

(the boxer shorts John was wearing cause he's a playful guy)

I will take your ENTIRE STOCK

Eeeyyy! Guess who wants more Phantasmo x reader? Me! :D (btw, I am the "chubby reader" anon if you haven't noticed!)

Could you write some Phantasmo x tiny/borrower reader? (And a reader more taller than Phantasmo? Or even a GIANT reader???)

🤨

Why do i feel something… odd about this ask…?

Well, i’ll hand you some headcanons…

(Also i hope Fluff don’t jump at my throat on this one)

☆~Phantasmo with a borrower darling~☆:

You two have met when you were spotted by him and lifted by his ghost tail, him bringing you very closely to his face, his cold breath on your tiny face and his piercing malicious eyes on you… you desperately tried to plead for your life… and him still deciding what to do with you… until he spoke:

Phantasmo: how long have you been here?

Y/n: . . .I… i…

Phantasmo: a n s w e r M E.

Y/n: eeepp! 6 months s-sir…!

Phantasmo: 6 months… hmm…

Phantasmo then squeezed you with his ghost tail a little tighter and gave you a really creepy grin.

Phantasmo: say~ how about this: i spare your pathetic little life and in exchange… you’ll be my little stress toy~

Y/n: s-stress t-t-toy…? What do you-!

Before you could ask any further, he tossed you on his palm and started squeezing the hell out of you, his hand would tremble lightly from excitement of bringing you pain and with the amount of pressure he was applying to your tiny body… until he stopped and examined you to see if you were still alive, and, to his surprise, you were. Maybe with a few broken ribs, but you were still alive!

Phantasmo: Hmm~ good, good~ perhaps you’ll be of entertainment for me~

He then would lock you up in a… rather spacious cage…? And place a big cookie in front of you… at first you were suspicious and scared it would be a trap: that he was only toying with you and at any moment would kill you, maybe the cookie was made with poison? Or worse: he would place a big snake inside the cage! Weirdly enough, it even looked like he was reading your mind and tried to… “reassure” you:

Phantasmo: no, there isn’t any tricks to this, i can be nice sometimes… see?

Phantasmo would then pat your head with his pointer finger gently.

Phantasmo: now~ try to get some rest and… don’t dream of a snake eating you alive or you eating a poisonous cookie! Hahahaha!

Yeah… talk about reassurance… you two may not had the best start but, eventually, he would grow more fondly of you! :D

He would still call you his “little pet” or his “mouse” just to fluster you~

Basically your routine would be: be squeezed by him whenever he’s angry, stressed or bored; eat; clean yourself; sometimes go on a “walk” with him (he would put you in his pocket of his lab coat) IF he’s feeling nice; sleep and repeat.

When you two grow more fond of the other, he would… get more bolder with his shenanigans: he would “threaten” you to put you into his mouth and bite off your limbs… or swallow you whole… (of course, you don’t like that one bit and burst out crying. He immediately apologizes and swears he will be more gentle with his “threats”, which is actually him fooling around with you, but since he almost never interacts with people, he has terrible social interaction and say shit like this)

Of course he loves you, he just sucks at showing it, lol

But… sometimes, SOMETIMES, he might feel a little tempted to… have a taste of you. Now, now: i know Fluff has confirmed that Phantasmo can’t eat or drink… but she never said he can’t place something or someone (don’t you get any funny ideas) on his mouth ☝️

Eventually he… does places you on his mouth, but, but, but: he asks for your consent first… you were… still with a back foot on this but… you kind have been… also a little curious to know what it is like being inside a mouth… you nod and he claps his hands together happily: he brings you towards his lips and opens his mouth, he waits a few seconds for you to climb in. You do and… god, oh god his mouth was much more scarier up close! You immediately tap his tongue and he (a little sadly because he really liked your taste) let you out.

He would then always start asking you if he could place you on his mouth, which you would agree but under the condition of him always letting you out whenever you felt uncomfortable or scared.

Sometimes he would playfully and lightly chew on you, you know, like a chewing toy. He would also press you against the inside of his cheeks just to tease you.

He really loves your taste: you taste bitter to him, but, since he loves coffee and can’t drink it, you are the perfect substitute for that! :D

Oh oh oh! Also one more thing: he would definitely sew you a couple of little clothes, just for you. 🥹

☆~Phantasmo with a tall (and a giant) person~☆:

Honestly Phantasmo wouldn’t be intimidated by your size if you were a couple of inches taller than him, there’s even a old drawing of Fluff where Phantasmo is interrogating a (presumably) tall guy:

(Image above was drawn by Fluffpillow)

Okay, the (presumably) guy isn’t THAT tall compared to Phantasmo, but my point still stands: he isn’t easily intimidated by size, at least usually…

But a GIANT? Ohohoho boy, he would be both: amazed because imagine all the experiments and bodies he can create with yours?! And absolute panic because, well, HOLY HEAVENS it’s a MOTHER FUCKING GIANT!

Okay, i know i said i would do both but… what if i… *proceeds to cheat by making the tall person have shape-shifting ability*

Like imagine the scenario: you saw Phantasmo haunting someone and you decided to scare him and teach him a lesson. At first, obviously, he isn’t afraid of you, i mean, why he would be? Especially with someone like yo-! And then, poof! You grew 10 times more bigger than him!

He immediately tries to disappear out of your way but you manage to grab him and bring him closer to your face while smirking triumphantly at him:

Y/n: not so tough now, eh little guy?

Phantasmo: y-you d-d-don’t scare me…!

Y/n: oh really~? Then what if i…

You teasingly opened your mouth, of course: you wouldn’t actually eat him, but~ he didn’t have to know~ he desperately begs you to release him:

Phantasmo: P-please…! Wh-what do you even want fro-from m-me?!

Y/n: i want you to apologize to that child over there you were scaring.

Phantasmo: Hmpf! And what if i-! OKAY, OKAY YOU WIN, YOU WIN! GOD!

It definitely took you two to get through each other’s hearts a little longer because of Phantasmo’s ego and because he was still butt-hurt from your first encounter: he hardly is out best by someone… and he ABSOLUTELY HATES being out best.

But eventually you two start dating! :D

He’s absolutely amazed by your shape-shifting ability and asks you if you could also shrink, you answer him a no.

Every time you want to kiss him, you grow into your giant form and kiss his entire face hfgfggfg

Of course, he doesn’t blush or anything (kidding, he totally blushes when you do that hfghgfgfhfhgf)

When you are not in your gargantuan size, he likes to float higher to look like he’s taller than you (have patience with him, he doesn’t like to feel short 😔🤚)

You also love poking him when you’re in your giant form gfhgfhfgfhhffh (and he annoyingly pushes your finger away from him hgfhhfgffhfh)

You basically managed to make him quit villainy: not because he WANTED TO but more like because he was PRESSURED TO by you:

Phantasmo: ooohhhh! Come on! Let at least do some evil things!

Y/n: N O.

Phantasmo: what if i only steal banks? Or, or: kidnap some ladies or-!

Y/n: do that and i’m gonna eat you.

Phantasmo: Oh! Oh okay! Are you seriously playing the “I’m GoInG tO EaT yOu” card right now?!

Y/n: yes. That or i’ll break up with you: your choice, choose your life of crime or me.

Phantasmo: Ooouhhh! You WOULDN’T dare!

Y/n: yes, yes i would.

Phantasmo: . . .i really can’t have both. . .?

Y/n: no.

Phantasmo: *sighs* F I N E… i’ll choose you…