#//I hope this is alright. c:

[rozugold]

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[mari-lair]

obsessed with @anxiousapplepie role swap au, so have a quick fighter and housemaiden siffrin!

[ctwinsduo]

idk if youre still taking art requests…. but transfem c!quackity?????? :3 perhaps???

stole a pose off of pinterest for this one

[xumoonhao]

assorted Congo web graphics 🇨🇩

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

villain comforting a VERY beaten hero, platonic cuddling and lots of tears pls

have a nice day <3

“I’m not dead,” the hero whispered.

And yet they were hooked to an IV. And yet they hadn’t been able to breathe on their own for hours. The villain took in a deep breath. Of course, they were angry. Of course, the villain had been losing their mind in this hospital.

Quiet panic attacks in bathroom stalls, litres of coffee, endless questions for the nurses — this day had been way too long for their liking.

“I’m not dead,” the hero repeated a little louder this time. They sat up in bed and their face made horrible grimaces. As they looked around in excruciating pain, they saw the IV and reached for it.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The villain grabbed their wrist before the hero could rip it out.

The villain was sure they didn’t look much better than the hero; they hadn’t slept in forever.

“Lay back,” the villain said gently. They put a hand on the hero’s shoulder and pressed them back into the hospital bed. “It’s a miracle that you’re alright. Thank god you hit the gym. Your fitness basically saved you. Your heart was strong enough to keep you alive.”

The hero sighed and took the villain’s hand. They didn’t seem to be fully aware of it, so the villain just let it happen.

“I’m fine. It’s not a big deal,” the hero said. They closed their eyes. “I’m not dead, I’m okay.”

“You may not care what happens to you but I do. Do you think it was easy to call the ambulance and then disappear into thin air? Only to rush to the hospital as a civilian? Do you think it was easy to watch you bleed out? Do you think it was easy—”

“Shh.” The hero’s thumb rubbed over the villain’s knuckles a few times. They opened their eyes. “Please don’t cry.”

The villain swallowed. They had spent a lot of time with their conflicted feelings throughout the night. Mostly, they had tried to bury them but now that the hero was talking to them, they couldn’t help but splinter a little.

They wiped tears out of their eyes but it didn’t matter: they kept dropping anyways.

“Please…” the villain whispered. “Please don’t send me away like that ever again.”

Not even the hero’s hand in theirs felt strong. The hero was weak, too frail to function properly. All the villain could do was fall to their knees and pray for the hero’s health until their knees bled.

“I’m not going to the gym anymore,” the hero said. “I just fight with you a lot. So, I guess you saved me after all.”

They paused and closed their eyes again. The villain could see a sparkling tear roll down the hero’s cheek. Probably overwhelmed and tired, they leaned back.

Although they didn’t want to admit it, the villain felt responsible for everything. They had always had a special gift of blaming themselves. The hero looked at them through half-lidded eyes.

“I’ve never had any visitors in the hospital before. Thank you.” Their voice was soft, yet raspy. “And I’m sorry for sending you away. I thought I’d be fine.”

The hero had told the villain it was their last wish: for the villain to go home.

“I was scared and I didn’t want you to watch me die,” they said.

“You’re not gonna leave the bed for quite a while. I’ll chain you to it if I have to.” The villain stood up from their chair and sat down on the bed. “Let’s take a break from all this. You’ve suffered enough for several lifetimes.”

The hero smiled softly and then, they squeezed the villain’s hand.

[canisalbus]

It's unexpectedly cold in coastal Canada right now (it's raining and snowing very hard and fast, and before the sun set it was also very sunny) and the floors are cold, so I find myself concerned for your warmth. Are you doing alright?

Aw, that's very sweet of you to ask, I'm fine! Here in Northern Finland it's slowly getting warmer, the temperatures seem to stay at around 0°C during the day so the snow has started to melt. Then it gets a little colder at night and those wet slushy roads freeze, and when it warms up again the next day there's a layer of water on top of the melting ice and as you can imagine it gets extremely slippery. I cycle everywhere throughout the year and even with winter tires it's kind of precarious. Other than that I'm enjoying the increasing amount of natural light and the birds have started to sing again.

[lucidrims]

sora coming thru for @dysnomiias !

          " of course you still miss her, you idiot. you two went through a lot, so there's going to be some leftover feelings there. " the female sighs, staring at the figure seated beside her on the couch. " but to be honest, you were too good for her. so perhaps . . it was a blessing in disguise ? " finally reaching out, she rests her hand over the other's shoulder, patting them there albeit awkwardly. sora was never good at comforting people nor with emotions in general, but anyone who knows her would know she's trying her hardest at the moment.

[conjuring-ghouls]

Terzo funny moments (1/?)

Ok, so me and @sxnnelysister​ are back with another series! This time it’s Terzo being a dumbass (or a disastrous mess, in this case). As always, you can find the second part in her blog. Oh, and go follow her, she makes the prettiest gifs 🥹

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

RED LIGHT

[theloveinc]

Okay but like.... just HOW hansy is Monoma when it comes to Shinsou's girl tho?

OH man, way more handsy than anyone would really like, which gets made worse by the fact that not even Shinso is as gung-ho about touching you in public as his stupid, blonde friend.

The worst part, though: Shinso is SO dumb about it (at least, at first). He knows Monoma is quite the acquired taste for some people, but... he's gotten so used to the weird antics of being his friend that he kind of just... knows/assumes Monoma isn't actually going to steal you away/do anything that creepy to you... not realizing... he is already THAT creepy.

Monoma's "touchy" isn't the kind of gentle or flirty touching that Denki sometimes paws at you with (holding your waist when Shinso's gone to get you all drinks at the bar, if only to keep you safe, or kissing your knuckles when he jokes he wants the kind of relationship you two have--the kind of thing Shinso does keep a watchful eye on, that charismatic dumbass), no... Monoma touches you roughly, a little bit like a piece of meat, or communal goods Shinso has little interest in keeping to himself.

WHICH ISN'T TRUE AT ALL!!! And all things considered, he is well meaning? If someone who jokingly smacks your butt can be well meaning in the first place.

You just kinda have to be the one to bring it up to Shinso that... Monoma doesn't seem to get that you're not his? </3 ... and isn't just being a friend and celebrating your relationship... but rather being a little, okay, QUITE demeaning.

(Probably because... on one hand he's really happy Shinso finally scored you after 20 years of staring at the back of your head when you weren't looking, but on another, doesn't realize... being friendly with Shinso doesn't make him friendly enough with you to wrap his arm around your neck the way he does, or drag you places by the hand the way he does, or whistle when you arrive wearing the cutest outfit THE WAY HE DOES...)

Which is why I see it going one of two ways:

The first, Shinso happily gives Monoma a fat black eye which the blonde accepts rather graciously for being such a headass in regards to you...

The second, Shinso somehow manages to get Monoma in the bedroom with the both of you.... and he ends up being forced to watch you both as punishment😖☺️

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @ludics ! LOCATION : inside benny's diner !

" YOU MUST BE REAL BUSY NOW, HUH ?" the question is blatantly rhetorical . cherry's brows raise with it as she looks at him . " without kina to cover for you or whatever ." a shrug . " that must fucking suck . i mean, a lot of things fucking suck right now ." cherry allows, her brow arching . " but that must fucking suck for you ." cherry moves to take a sip of her milkshake to punctuate the words, studying him almost curiously from where she sits at the diner's counter . she puts down her glass before adding a blunt, " although, it overall seems like a pretty shitty business to be busy in, i'm not going to lie to you ." if cherry was honest she mostly only started the conversation because they were the only two people in here, and well, cherry never did well with boredom . especially not now, with the doom and gloom of it all settling over the town like a heavy blanket . no, cherry needed distractions and a lot of them . she was pretty sure this conversation might give her at least ten minutes of that if nothing else . so cherry turns to face him then, the diner's counter digging into the small of her back as she almost boredly asks, " ... you like your job or what ?"

[avastyetwats]

Behind Closed Doors

Continued from here. @fornassau

The kiss was reciprocated instantly and Flint was grateful. He won't say it out loud, but he fuckin' missed him during the time he was gone. For... what? Three days? Far too fucking long for Flint's liking, but such was the life of a pirate. It took them from home, took them from each other, for days at a time, though they always came back. They always returned home to Nassau, but now they had something else to return to: each other. But again, Flint wouldn't say that out loud. It was too... intimate, wasn't it? Romantic was probably a better word and they weren't romantic. Or at least they were trying not to be, but there were some moments where it started to feel as such. Where touches, or even kisses, became too soft and gentle, where praises became almost sweet and sentimental, where feelings came into play that weren't just physical or sexual, where Flint almost said things he shouldn't. Where he wanted to, but he couldn't. Fuck, he wanted to, though.

And there were moments where he thought Vane did, too. Where perhaps he even tried but Flint stopped him either with a kiss or by cutting him off and talking instead or leaving wherever they currently lay. Things needed to remain physical and private, but that was becoming harder with each day. It was becoming harder with each kiss, with each touch of their hands, with each moment he was wrapped in Vane's arms feeling safer than he had in a long time, with each moment he was simply near Vane, wishing to be closer, wishing to be with him longer. Wishing to be with him.

Those thoughts, those feelings, changed how he was kissing at his neck without Flint even realizing. Kisses that, moments ago, were rough and dominating, were now soft, like he wanted to take his time with him and just feel him, just taste him, to drown in him, and he was practically clawing at his chest as though desperate to feel him, but when Vane speaks, it snaps Flint out of his daze. Fuck. He actually forgot about that damned map. The reason they were in this room in the first place. Well, one of the reasons.

He pulls away from his neck to look him in the eyes for a moment and then down at the paper in his hand. He actually got the fucking map. Not that he doubted he would. He learned long ago not to doubt him, and sure as hell not to underestimate him. "Took you long enough," His words sound insulting, but the smirk on his face conveys otherwise. He reaches for the map and gently pulls it from Vane's hand, but he doesn't unroll it. No. He moves to the table by the bed, sets it down and returns to the other Captain. "It can wait." It wasn't often Flint put aside the possibility of treasure and riches for something else unless he had no choice so it said a lot that he did so in this moment because he did have a choice. He made his choice. Though, the blood rushing south into his cock certainly played a part in that choice.

He undoes the belt looped through his trousers and sets it, as well as his weapons onto the table nearby, his eyes locking with Charles' again. "Doesn't feel much like I'm taking anything at the moment. You seem so willing to give it all." He smirks, feigning disappointment as he closes the distance so he can start on Charles' trousers next. His words were meant to challenge the other man, but he figures Vane knows that. After all, they were both all about the challenge. Whether out there or in here behind closed doors.

[beatle-07]

If you are (like me) disappointed about how basic scenario D is, I think it's important to remember that 1) it was a discarded scenario and 2) it is not his favorite

[xumoonhao]

neopronouns & xenogender pride web badges for anon 💖

[en-chi-la-da]

Tbh I think the whole class should get to smooch hajime. It’s what he deserves

im imagining hajime sitting in a kissing booth looking like lucy from peanuts in her psychiatrist booth. kisses are 5 cents. the hajime is IN.

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . wonjoo coming thru for @hcttogo

            " alcohol is never the answer . . " he trails off, sitting next to the other by the bar, " except for tonight, i suppose. "