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[yooboobies]

delicate and dainty {cr. 0613data}

[yasur-sketches]

for monthss Ive been wanting to animate lloyds voice to my design and now its real

[meltedmush]

[goodday-goodmorn]

Rahhhh it’s Christmas and i’m back! Today’s feature (feature? Should i start calling them that? Sounds kinda cool-) is the amazing @charliemwrites, specifically a little drabble (unedited as always), based off of their Keeper/Kept AU. Not thier most recent stuff- (I think it’s Neighbor Johnny or the Woof Woof series-) You know what? Just- Here. Everything they write is gold <3

Anyhow, i present: Domesticity and Devotion

“Oh to be a wild bird…”

You sigh, chin in your palm as you leisurely stare out at the window.

“Or a stray cat.” You muse, watching as one of the kitties of the neighborhood walks along outside.

“Those fuckers have it good. No shitty job. No rent to pay. Just free pets and wandering the world… and if someone’s being a dick they can hiss and bite all they want.”

You hum, reaching for your drink and sipping on it leisurely.

“I don’t think I could survive in the wild though.”

You say after a moment, realizing how you’re cuddled up in your blanket and sipping on your wendy’s lemonade, the TV playing some random comfort show and your laptop open as you halfheartedly play Papa's freezeria.

“Can barley survive in domesticity.” You mumble, glancing towards the envelope on the kitchen counter that you got this morning about a rent increase.

You sigh.

“Maybe in my next life i’ll be lucky enough to be reborn as some rich white ladies cat. Those fuckers are livin’ better than me that’s for sure.”

————

This is not what you meant.

When you wistfully wished to never have to step foot into the capitalist hellscape that was life again- that was not an open invitation for you to be whisked away against your will.

Apparently though, the 6 foot giant of a military man named Simion Riley, heard it as one.

Because now here you were, pampered and cared for like a bloody sugar baby or pure breed persian cat. Kept at some random location and fed and groomed and meticulously attended too.

All against your will, mind you.

However it’s hard to complain because well- you’re living life good. This realization, of just how good you have it- hits you when you feel yourself getting genuinely angry at the shitty romance novel you were reading.

The Male lead was treating the MC like shit- and the MC was letting him get away with it!

You feel your face physically grimace. To calm yourself down (because you are getting genuinely heated when she lets him shove her to the damn floor over asking him for a drink-), you set your i-pad down.

(It had been a gift; something sort of like a kindle, where you could only read books and listen to music. You weren’t sure what Simon did to it exactly- but it wasn’t just published books you had access too, comics, original works, poetry, you could get all sorts of reading stuff on here.)

“This mother fucker-“

You mumble to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head before huffing and picking the device back up. You’re close to cheering as you read the MC’s internal dialogue about wanting to bite his ass- (Truely an MC after your own heart- they were one of the main reasons you were still reading this shitshow-)

And yet, what does the main character do?

They get the drink for themselves and then let him snatch it from their hand and down it.

Nope. You’re fucking done. You’re fumin’ now, irrationally angry on the MC’s behalf because they’ve been putting up with this guy for fifteen chapters now.

The audacity of men- oh my god. You can’t believe this guy.

“Who does he think he is?!”

You grumble and then just for your own purposes you yell—

“Simon!”

Predictably he is at your side in a moment, dropping everything for you.

You have your arms crossed, as you say, “Go get me a drink.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes crinkled just a tad at your strange mood but doesn’t deny the order. Simply asks,

“Cold or hot?”

“Cold.”

And with that he’s gone, returning with a fresh glass of ice cold lemonade, complete with a little lemon slice on the rim of the glass. You sip it, set it aside and cross your leg, tapping your forehead.

“Give me a kiss.”

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, gently kissing your forehead.

“Kneel.”

His eyes are crinkled now with a bit of amusement, but he drops to his knees easy. Gently holding onto your soft thighs. (Always so gentle with you.)

“Course, pretty.”

He mumbles low, head tilted up to you in a question, “Need me to take care of you?”

You hum, absentmindedly messing with his hair and ignoring the way the question sends a slow pool of warmth into your tummy.

“No.”

It’s decisive. You’re practically preening with satisfaction at his actions.

“You can go now.” You say and like that, he gets up. Not a complaint on his lips even when you notice he’s got a raging boner.

“Wait!”

You call and he pauses, looking at you with a questioning hum.

“Kiss me again.”

And he does so, this time a soft gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he mumbles an ever softer-

“Dinner will be ready in 10.”

You nod and pick up your tablet with satisfaction curling low in your gut. (For the duration of your reading all you can think about is how Simion would never.)

————

“And another thing-!”

Simion is absentmindedly (as absentmindedly as Simion of all people can get anyway-) rubbing circles into your back as you rant. You’re sat in his lap, coaxed into sitting there after he asked about your day.

So obviously you started to babble about the book you were reading, which turned into a whole rant session about how stupid the Male lead was.

“That stupid idiot- that moron- you wanna know what he does simion?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re gonna tell him anyway. Still he hums to show he’s still listening.

“This bastard shoves them into the ground. To the ground! Can you believe the it?”

He shakes his head lightly with a tsk.

“Exactly. God and then when they get the drink he has the audacity to snatch it from their hand and down it in one gulp before they can even say anything.”

You shake your head, so far into your little rant you don’t realize how much you’ve made yourself comfortable. Sitting in his lap fully, ranting to him like he’s an old friend. Your tongue is loose with comfort right now. And that must be what possessed you to say—

“Me personally? I could never. If you ever pulled that shit— God i don’t even know what i’d do but it would not be pretty

You close your eyes with a nod to yourself at your own words. Not aware of the way Simon’s eyes seem to soften. Not until he gently kisses the top of your head.

“Never.”

He says it so quietly you almost miss it. (Feverintly. Reverently. Like the very idea is absurd.)

“If i ever do something like that you run and break into my gun cabinet and bloody shoot me.”

And god his voice- he’s 100 percent fucking serious. Suddenly you feel warm and small in his lap, utterly tiny compared to the sheer size of his devotion for you.

It’s all you can do to mumble out a weak.

“Good.”

And the rest of the night is spent with you reading the rest of the book together. When the MC finally is able to get rid of the Male Lead, it is a joyous occasion that ends up with her absolutely clocking the guy in the face with a champagne glass. Which then leads into a curious conversation with you and ghost about how much damage that would actually do.

It’s a good day.

[incorrectclonequotes]

If I started posting my stupid sketches on a new blog would yall follow me? Asking for science,,,,

[sporelings-au]

What if sporelings!mumbo is a vampire?

So they known each other for a long time bc theyre both immortal

And the reason mother hates him is bc one day he wants to go somewhere and promised mother he will be back in a while and then he just. Doesnt

After like idk a long time probably, they just forgot about eachother's existence until mumbo accidentaly came back.

Like he heard about scar needin some redstoner to find some mycelium tunels by blowing up the undergronds so he signed up. After lots of exploding, he exploded into one that mother and a few of his sporelings were chillin and mother saw his face and all of a sudden memories flooded back and she was like,

"It's You."

And mumbo who also got flashback and is now scared for his life was like,

"I-it's you.."

[charkie-ee]

slides in

HELLO FUNNY PEOPLE IN MY DEVICE 👋👋

HAVE QSMP AWARD TRIO/ALBERTRIO/ALBERTO TRIO DOING SILLY ACTION POSES

qsmp award trio but in their minecraft skins cus why not

also i didn’t even look at said minecraft skins for reference so bear with me. if it looks wrong no it doesn’t.

CLOSEUPS!! +

+ bonus

honestly loved the part where quackity and charlie are trying to fight, so of course i had to draw them beating the shit out of eachother.

the award of best PVPer goes to Etoile!

(based on this if you don’t remember):

ok thats all

BYEEEEEE

**UPDATE UPDATE!! I’VE GOT AN UPDATE!!!**

thank you semifontos for the name ‘Albertrio’

i still have no idea if this is correct, but i’m using it bc that is hilarious.

[touchmypixels]

this kitchen is going to be the death of me

[seongminflirt]

gagging. seongmin. with. your. panties!!!!!!!! prodding them deep into his mouth with your fingers.. listening to all those pretty little noises as he closes his eyes and tries to taste your sweet cunt. soaking the fabric hanging from his mouth with his saliva as he sucks and licks the seat of them under your watchful gaze. humping your pillow (maybe even your thigh), and giving you a show. trying with all of his might to convince you to let him drink it directly from the source.

[alchemistdefective]

Pretty much how my Flan looks like if she's alone with friends or in her room aSLJGHASJLDH

Otherwise when going out, she'd wear the usual red dress attire :DDD

[bluedoodles]

Dw he just needs directions 👻

[hailhydrasheads]

(Idk how to start with u but I wanna Rp with you so bare with me :D)

Uh so- you.. with Hydra?

@sargent-james-barnes107th

“What’s it to ya?”

[actuallysara]

Just randomly thinking about ronen being excited about having tarlos gifs on imessage now and sending the tarmac hug one to rafa with the caption "us reuniting in paris"

[embracedthevoid]

Can someone send me like a prompt that's not tooo heavy and fairly short? I wanna get back into writing but I need a quick little exercise to get into it.

Send prompts here pls

[taintedcigs]

WHY IS EVERYONE SO OFFLINE LATELY I FEEL LIKE IM TALKING INTO A VOID !!!!!!!

[fried-manto]

Little suntan doodle with my new colouring obsession 💕💕💕