Lenalee Doodle, Requested By @damn-scarhead ✨

brain filled w fire fox rengoku lately idk merghhghegh 🫠

One thing I find frustrating about people’s takes on Sinners is that they want to use one particular symbol as the center of their criticism when after two viewings it’s pretty clear that nothing is the film is ever representative of just one thing—meaning shifts from scene to scene, moment to moment, meaning can’t be unlocked by applying one metaphor to the entire movie

old rengoku doodles and sketches

the full cover i did for @kizukizine2023 🔥🌔😈🔥

it's based on "the night parade of a hundred demons", where a whole bunch of supernatural creatures parade into the real world. it's pretty iconic imagery to me, and the two most immediate examples i have of it being referenced is jjk's s2 op2 and the bridge crossing scene in spirited away.

other fun facts: the moon in the back is a waxing moon (one of the translations for kizuki/upper moon) and is visually inspired by botw's blood moon; hantengu is holding gyokko's vase lol; the character on their lamps is the one that denotes their being an upper moon, so they all have it in their eye as well.

hope yall pick up a copy of this digital zine!

pre-orders close DEC 20!

KIZUKI Zine 2023

KIZUKI Zine 2023

I drew the hot asf villain

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

Proship/proshipper means pedophile. It has always meant pedophile. I've been here long enough to remember the emergence of this term. It was made specifically to replace the acronyms MAP and NOMAP because people started to catch on to the fact that they also meant pedophile. Whoever told you it was about freedom of expression or ship wars or whatever bullshit was lying to you. It's specifically another pretty little term that's just vague enough for pedophiles and other creepy people to rally under publicly. That's it.

Hori really does love rewarding characters who don't deserve it, while punishing those who actually give a damn.

Bakugou's a bullying, narcissistic, idiotic moron of an asshole who lived a golden spoon life of wealth and being spoiled (conformed by Hori himself)? The narrative and characters bend over backwards to accommodate him. Obviously he's this genius prodigy who inspires everyone, even though his behavior in the field would realistically get people hurt and/or killed.

Shinsou's a whiny scrub with a victim complex? He gets favoritism from Shota "I hate favoritism" Aizawa himself AND gets to join the hero course.

Endeavor's outed as an abusive person? Well, obviously the people criticizing him are in the wrong, and this is supposed to be kept within the family!

Nighteye is a creepy and pathetic control freak who uses teenagers for his own means and doesn't understand the word 'no'? He was coming from a good place, and he was right in the end!

All Might's been put on a pedestal for the past 40+ years and makes mistakes because he's a human being? No, he's an idiot of a mentor who gets criticized and villified for breathing.

Aoyama's forced into being the traitor because of his parents and clearly hates doing it? Bye bye, he's leaving the hero course and getting replaced by someone who didn't care to actually TRY to prepare for UA.

Izuku operates within the law and tries to work with his bully? No, HE'S the one in the wrong and he's not allowed to be at least slightly resentful when he's screwed over by those around him. Not to mention, he's seldom been apologized to by those who wrong him.

The journalists rightfully call out UA on coddling Bakugou and doing a shit job at protecting their students? Obviously it's a smear campaign against UA, and who cares if Aizawa didn't even answer the journalist who directly called him out on not doing his job as a teacher and getting Bakugou's head out of his ass.

I'm so glad I dropped this series, because what in the actual fuck was Hori on while writing it?

It's such a pattern of rewarding shitty behavior that it's actually gross. And you know what? It exactly perpetuates what the narrative was trying to call out before Horikoshi changed everything. He literally actively wrote against his own thesis. That's got to be some kind of cruel irony right?

ISFJ - The Defender 💠

Illustration of the 16 MBTI personalities

Hello I'm continuing the MBTI series with the sentinels ✨ I only know two isfj so I hope I could represent you well 🙏 Are you an isfj? Show yourself or tag a friend who is ! Who do you wanna see next ?

Oops, forgot to check the reblog section!

Bruh, I haven’t used this account in forever 💀. Tbf, I’ve been way too focused on other things that I haven’t even thought about MHA since it’s ended.

Anyways, reason I’m making this post is to highlight that people on Twitter are waking up to the fact that Katsuki’s poorly written, so it looks like the honeymoon phase of MHA is coming to an end. Obviously he’s still got his stans, but the fact people are feeling more comfortable with pointing out his flaws is a victory in it of itself. Probably also helps that most of them have grown up. Also, keep in mind that the account I usually browse Twitter casually with hasn’t interacted with any MHA posts, so it’s not like I’m being recommended these posts due to prior engagements. These were found completely in the wild. I thought sharing this might cheer some of you up. With the crazy world we live in, sometimes the small and petty victories are worth celebrating 😂.

In other news, I thought I’d let you all know that I do plan on eventually writing one big, final review on Katsuki and MHA in general, but that’s something that’ll happen in the future when I get the time to do so. Same goes for answering all the asks that have built up and will continue to build up over my absence (sorry for that).

Hope y’all stay safe and healthy until then 😊🙌