#Blade the silly 🫶🫶

[nervocat]

hiii :D

OMG HIIII!!!!! :33

[baeshijima]

ur honour they are precious to me.

[romaritimeharbor]

FAMILY, OF SORTS. — in which kafka, blade, and silver wolf are an odd but quite special found family to be a part of.

— trigger & content warnings. mentions of unspecified injury.

— pairings & notes. fluff, found family. kafka & teen!reader, blade & teen!reader, silver wolf & teen!reader. 1.3k words. reader is a stellaron hunter. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used).

— author's notes. the sillies <3 APHE POSTING???? APHELION POSTING REAL AND TRUE????????? i had a request for this on my old blog (from my dear beloved moot @starryshinyskies <3) so i decided to finish it 💪 nd tagging @www-brontide since i know you were excited for this post HEHE anyways how are we feeling about this formatting? if you guys don't like it i'm very open to changing it back. i'm just experimenting with my post format is all 🫶

kafka seems strangely motherly to me. caring and doting in her own unique ways, but also quite strange and odd in those same ways. an enigma of sorts.

she is the kind of person to always send the stellaron hunters' youngest member texts throughout the day; these texts range anywhere from silly and inconsequential to sweet messages letting [name] know that she was thinking about them.

(her doting nature is not dissimilar to how she thinks of and regards the trailblazer... hm.)

KAFKA

My coat got stained again :(

Won't you help me clean it when you get home, little one?

[ 1:22 PM ]

KAFKA

I saw a new movie today.

It made me think of you. It was quite to your tastes.

Perhaps we should go see it together sometime, hm?

Ah, but you're probably asleep by now...

That's fine. You do need it more than the rest of us.

Sleep well, darling.

[ 11:34 PM ]

she thinks of her little one quite frequently and has been known to pick up little trinkets from different planets that reminded her of them. a phone charm, a set of rings, something more practical like a new weapon... she once returned with a nice coat that matches one of hers. her gifts are always unpredictable but nonetheless very thoughtful.

and when or if they get injured, she is the one who treats their wound(s) with a tender hand.

she does chide them, however.

"you are a stellaron hunter, little one," she reminds, pulling the bandages wrapped around their wound a little tighter, making them wince. it is akin to a slap on the wrist—not enough pain to seriously harm them, but enough to force them to take her words to heart. "if it is not a part of the plan, try your best not to get caught or injured, hm? silver wolf doesn't like to see you this way, and it causes a unique stir in bladie. your getting injured causes quite the unrest among us all! do be more careful next time."

if there is ever a night during which they are struggling to sleep, they are more than welcome to seek out kafka's company.

she would be willing to read them to sleep, if that is what they desired.

however... a far easier method that would ensure they would stay asleep? her spirit whisper ability, of course.

they know kafka would not use it to harm them.

kafka finds their earnest trust beyond endearing. the trust of a little one like them is quite an important gift! the least she can do, she thinks, is assist them when her assistance is needed.

and sometimes, that just means lulling them to sleep.

blade is quite a difficult person to read, regardless of whether he intends to be so or not.

some days, he is distant and prefers to keep to himself. others, less so.

this, though, should not be mistaken for a lack of care. in fact, he cares quite deeply. his care is simply very quiet and he desperately, earnestly, truly does not wish to cause [name] harm.

he is also most likely the one who spars with them and trains them in the ways of combat, which... he isn't exactly the gentlest at doing. training sessions can be quite frustrating in that they often emerge sore and with new cuts and bruises (but really, these injuries are small and insignificant; they are confident in saying that blade would never truly hurt them, nobody in their family would). he does mean well in his tough methods, though.

the universe is not kind or gentle. it will never treat them that way. therefore, he does his best to prepare them so that they can effectively handle the universe's cruelty and defend themselves from it.

one of the ways in which his quiet care manifests is through his treatment of the small wounds he gives them during training. kafka has said many times that she can treat them, but blade always insists on doing it himself.

out of all of their coworkers, blade becomes the most restless when they're away. he gets particularly antsy when they've been gone for a long period or when they're out there alone. kafka always giggles and points out to him how utterly restless he becomes when such circumstances occur.

(he should be assured that they can handle themselves, given that he is their mentor—there is surely nobody else who would know their skills as well as he would—but somehow he simply isn't.)

blade is also, generally speaking, the most protective.

should they come back injured... if it is anything other than a shallow scratch on the cheek, a rage hotter than the brightest star burns under his skin. in those moments, he almost does not dare to touch them, for fear that he might harm them unwittingly... but he does. his hands are somewhat rough when he snatches their face and tilts their chin around to get a better look at the blood (is it theirs? he hopes not) and grime dirtying their face. there is a terrifying threat present in his voice when he demands, not asks, "who did this to you?"

(if kafka was not present in these moments, he might worry that his mara would get the best of him. thankfully, kafka is intentional and present in such situations.)

unless the ones responsible for the wound have already been adequately... taken care of, he will do so himself. there is nowhere in the universe that the perpetrators could hide from him.

it's about protecting them, but it is also about sending a message.

something along the lines of "anyone who lays hands on them will suffer a fate worse than death," perhaps.

death is anything but a terrible fate to blade, but he knows that it is the worst imaginable to some. he will be certain to deliver something infinitely worse, something beyond imagination, to those daring to hurt his younger teammate.

silver wolf is perhaps the least enigmatic of their little family. she isn't an open book, per se, but she's easier to read than kafka or blade... at least, for someone like [name], anyway.

she never fails to harrass them to play a few rounds (which tends to spiral into many, many rounds...) of a game or two with her. why them, specifically? she insists that blade isn't good at them and kafka is kafka. really, it may very well just be that she enjoys spending time with them, but she—of course—will not simply say that.

however... she bullies them terribly about how bad they are. it comes from a place of affection!

she is also the type to win them every single prize at carnivals, just because she likes the joy it seems to bring them. when she encounters rigged games, however, she becomes all the more motivated by her unadulterated annoyance to beat them.

what do you mean she of all people can't beat this awful and horrible rigged game? her???? the silver wolf????? seriously????????

unfortunately, it does not always end in her victory, even when she is infinitely motivated by her anger.

...and she really isn't above just taking one of the prizes when the stall's owner isn't looking. she has done so multiple times for [name].

she would definitely try to teach them hacking (keyword: try) if they aren't already familiar with it. since it has come in handy for her, she figures that they might also find use in it. it's her quiet way of looking out for them.

(her more obvious way of looking out for them is often seen when she is on missions with them. most commonly, it manifests as her snatching their arm and pulling them out of the way of an enemy before obliterating said threat.)

silver wolf is totally the sort of person to pinch their cheeks (to different degrees, kafka and blade also do this!). they are very cute to her.

overall they are a weird but very special little family to be a part of <3

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[neuvistar]

biker! blade? how about guitarist! blade who fucks u before stepping onto the stage and according to him, its a good luck ritual 🫶🫶🫶

oh lawd…. u got me thinking.. guitarist blade is good w his fingers u guys CANNOT tell me otherwise

guitarist!blade x fem!reader. cw. nsfw. semi public s3x, v4ginal fingering, squirting, one pussy slap, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, blade referred 2 as “yingxing” | minors dni | nsfw under the cut !

blade groaned deeply, reveling in the sight of his precious beloved’s pleasure-stricken face. your cries filled his changing room, echoing off the walls like a testament to the newfound connection between your drenched cunt and his fingers. each thrust of his digits brought you closer to heaven, but made you fear for the worst.. there were people around, the door wasn’t locked.. you knew someone could come in any moment now. but blade? aeons.. he just wanted to savour every single moan that left your lips, igniting the fire within his body. but yet, he knew this little intimacy wouldn’t last long because of his concert he had to preform. ugh.. such bad timing.

“bladie, please…” he heard you beg, his heart lurched at the little nickname, “yingxing.. you really need to go out there and preform.. we can do this alone later..” your soft murmurs were interrupted by the sudden curl of his fingers, a sharp gasp left your lips at the sensation as you could almost feel sweat dripping down your forehead, mingling with tears of anguish and elation. “this is good luck," he panted desperately, trying to ease his arousal as he rubbed himself against the couch. “don’t interrupt.. you know you enjoy this as much as i do, don’t you?”

he shoved a third digit inside, eliciting another whimper from his precious darling.. a low chuckle rumbled in his throat, marvelling at the warmth and tightness of your pussy around his slender fingers, you knew he was getting tired of using his fingers.. you knew from how lazy his pumps were getting, they were steady.. yes, but they were also slowing down by the second. a wave of relief washed through you when blade retracted his fingers from your drooling cunt. in his eyes, it was still begging for more. but in yours? you were absolutely exhausted! you grumbled, slowly trying to get up. ah, maybe he finally stopped, right?

you were more wrong than ever. that was just the beginning.

blade raised his freehand to land a quick yet painful slap to your cunt. “ouch..! hey!” you yelped, furrowing your eyebrows with a pout. “silly girl. did you think we were done? the good luck charm has not come onto me yet.”

“w—what? what do you mean it hasn’t “come onto” you yet?! do i look like tinkerbell to you—“ blade almost immediately delved into your wet heat, oh yeah. this was what he needed. his good luck charm of the day. his tongue stroked along your folds delicately at first, kissing your clit with his pretty lips as he tasted you. fuck, he needed this alright. his fingers played with your hole gently while his mouth continued its rhythm. he was determined to give you pleasure beyond measure, but yet he was also determined to give himself a reward for all the hard work throughout the day, and.. his good luck charm he was so desperate to get. your soft cries rang out loud yet wonderfully in his changing room, praying to the gods above that nobody would walk in. the male’s tongue darted playfully over your clit while he slowly slid two fingers inside you.

“blade..” your body arched off the couch when he dug his fingers knuckles deep within you, teasingly doing a scissoring motion as your cries filled the quiet room. the more he saw you moan, the more he saw you squirm.. the more he desired you. his wet muscle picked up the pace as he licked and sucked hungrily, eating you out like a starved man.. the sounds of slurping and licking were evident. each moan that escaped from your mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him; he wanted nothing more than your release. on his face.

before you could say anything, your hand flung onto your mouth as your eyes were sewn shut, squirting on his face with a sense of relief. “.. ah.. ah? oh my god.. i’m so sorry!” blade only scoffed at your apology, bringing his hand to wipe his face as he eagerly lapped up the remaining mess on your pussy, savouring your taste while watching you tremble underneath him. a satisfied grin spread wide across his face. “that’s what i was hoping for.”

“.. huh?”

“your release. your release on my face. my.. good luck charm for the performance today.”

ugh.. seriously, you really need to put a leash on this man, or he’ll eat you out every few minutes before his performances. well.. not like you’d mind anyway.

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[moonstruckme]

Hii!! I had an idea for soft!eddie x reader… I hope you like it!

So what about soft!eddie x reader that watch a horror movie before bed because Eddie wanted to and reader said yes… but then reader wakes up from a nightmare and gets a little bit paranoid? Like she wants to go get a glass of water, but she’s so scared that she’ll see a creepy face appear out of no where? Or she doesn’t want to look at the windows and that kind of stuff? (When I wake up in the middle of the night, I get so paranoid/scared, I wish Eddie was there 😭) and she finally gets up to get a glass of water and then (in between all of that Eddie woke up) Eddie says something like ‘why are you awake at 2am’ and she has a jump scare, and drops her glass, and basically the adrenaline kicks in and she starts to cry because it’s too much and she was so scared? And Eddie just hugs her and comforts her and he helps her falls back asleep?

I hope all of that made sense… if not… I’m so sorry😭😭

I’m sending lots of love!! Have a good day/night!! 💗💗🫶

- ☀️

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 750 words

It’s a while before you can convince yourself to set one foot on the floor, but the inside of your mouth feels like it’s made of wool and something needs to be done about this. When no clawed hand reaches out to yank you underneath the bed, you take it as a sign of good faith. 

Your footsteps are featherlight and cautious, every dark corner and unshuttered window a threat. An empty threat, you remind yourself, but even the voice in your head is shaky. 

The Munsons don’t have glasses, but they do have an array of things picked up from here and there, plastic cups from restaurants and old containers and one plain mug for Wayne’s coffee. You grab a cleaned-out jam jar from the top shelf, filling it with cold water from the tap. It does the trick, sweet and refreshing on your tongue. You feel instantly better. 

You pad back towards Eddie’s room with a clearer head. It was just a movie. There’s no creeping shadows here, no cloud so thick it blots out the moon. There’s fluorescent light from the street coming in through Eddie’s windows, and families sleeping in the trailers on either side of you. Nothing bad could happen to you here. 

You slow as you get to Eddie’s room, trying to be quiet. 

“Hey.” 

Your gasp is so sharp it hurts a little in your chest. Your body stiffens, the condensation on the glass making it slip from your hand. It shatters on the floor. 

“Shit, what the hell?” 

You turn, and it’s Eddie—of course it’s Eddie, who else would it be?—standing behind you in the dark hallway, a pillow crease imprinted on his cheek. 

“Oh my god.” Your voice comes out breathless, and you press your hands over your eyes. 

“Babe, what—shit, are you crying? Are you hurt?” You shake your head, and Eddie’s hands come around your arms, pulling you towards him. “Careful, don’t step on the glass. I scared you, huh?” 

You nod as he folds you into his chest, scrubbing up and down between your shoulder blades. 

“Yeah? Well fuck, don’t to cry about that,” he says, panic melding back into sleepiness as his voice takes on a fond bent. “I wouldn’t’a hurt ya.” 

“I thought you were the ghost,” you mumble sheepishly into his chest. 

Eddie pauses for a moment. Your face feels ten degrees hotter. 

“Me?” He sounds like he’s smiling. Then he lets go of you, taking your face between his hands, and you know he is. It’s giant and goofy, its own sort of light to combat the dark corners. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m flattered. But no dice.” Eddie shrugs like this is something he can’t help. “All flesh and blood in here, baby. The gross stuff.” 

“Yeah,” you say quietly, embarrassed. Those couple of quick tears have already mostly dried, but Eddie swipes at them with his thumbs anyway, grinning like you’re silly. “I’m sorry I broke your glass.” 

“It happens all the time,” he reassures you. “Don’t sweat it, I’ll clean it up in the morning.” He takes a big step over the glass shards, offering you a hand to help you do the same. Doesn’t let go of it even when you’re on the other side. “Should I be worried that you’re up at 2 in the morning looking for ghosts?” 

“I was getting water,” you mumble, letting him sit you down on the edge of the bed. Eddie gives you a look. “I also don’t really do well with scary movies.” 

“Yeah. I figured that one out when you wouldn’t go to sleep until I closed the blinds.” He grins. You smile back bashfully, and he makes a dramatic groaning sound, hauling you into a hug. “You should’a told me you didn’t want to watch it. I wouldn’t have picked it if I’d known you’d get all freaked.” 

“I didn’t want to be a wuss,” you say. You can practically feel Eddie rolling his eyes over the top of your head. 

“You can’t fight your true nature, babe. But it’s cool.” He flops the both of you over so you’re laying down between him and the wall. “This way, anything that wants to get you will have to go through me.” 

You turn in his arms, pouting. “I don’t want anything to have to go through you.” 

“Then let's go back to there are no ghosts, ‘kay?” He plants a kiss between your brows, snuggling you close. “Sleep tight, scaredy cat.” 

[indigo-flowers09]

I absolutely love these designs! and was just wondering what inspired them? I'm curious of what the plot's about, since everyone's species swapped

why not answer this question with another ref sheet(?) :3

I’d like to say, first and foremost, thank you very much for the love 🫶 i love getting asks and requests, these sillies live in my brain and drawing them is their rent

Second, i’m probably gonna keep plot talk on the DL unless i decide not to make a comic! Sorry :,3

Last but not least, inspirations. hooo boy this is a doozy

Firstly i wanna say i was inspired to make a comic specifically because of older ut comic dubs (Christmas party, handplates, Aftertale, etc) along with Scott Pilgrim and @akanemnon’s Twin Runes comic! (check them out i love twin runes a lot!!!)

The idea for the au is really just “What if the humans were monsters and the monsters were humans?” or, also “what if the (former) monsters were on the surface and the (former) humans were underground?” Classic Overtale plot!

Going in order, starting with AXIS, he’s actually one of the newest designs! i made him in my german class last week („•v•„U ) I wanted Axis to have a design change but remain a robot, maybe being more humanoid due to being made by a human! Changed his pipes and light bulb into what resembles hair and his wheel into roller blades!

Next up, Ceroba! i’ll be honest, i really don’t like Cerobas canon design that much. Love the colors but the short skirt and boots are not it, especially if she’s intended to be a more traditional japanese character. Like she’s not a magical girl, she’s in her 30’s?? Anywho, i made her prominently orange instead of pink (again, magical girl) along with lightening natural hair due to age and stress!

Clover. Clover Clover Clover!!! what do i even say about this precious little pup?! :3

I guess i could start with them being a Kitsune, of course, being switched with the Ketsukanes. Seeing as Ceroba is a mother and is often portrayed as taking a motherly role to clover, i figured a kitsune would fit them nicely! Along with being a cute, fun to draw, and curious troublemaker! I always like to remind myself that Clover’s just a kid.

Next up, Star! or, in this au, Stanley Sterling, the performative sheriff of a humble little town! i decided to switch up his poncho a little, for the sake of changing his design, gave him chaps (i like to call em pantaloons hoohoo!) and teal tassels for days! He’d prolly know more about cowboys than canon Starlo because, yknow, he lives on the surface!

Ah Martlet, or now, Marlette! but most just call her Marley. She has ~4 different outfits planned, a cozy, aviator style one for “Snowdin”, a sleeveless shirt with her flannel round her waist and a bandana for “the Dunes” and that flannel over her shoulders for “New Home”! along with a tee and pj’s for the epilogue. Her outfit is easy to manipulate so it only stays the same so often. Also, talon boots! ;]

And Dalv! Poor fella stayed a monster for the plot 😿 but i changed his design so he’s got a jacket similar to the one he has in Snowdin in uty but a whole lot smaller lol, along with a Batty pendant, a red vest and shoes and carved down horns! poor fella :(

Feel free to ask questions about these guys i am more than pleased to talk about them

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

hiii i loved your cute yan bsf is there a part two? i am so obsessed 🫶🫶

Cutey for you! PT. 2 | Yan Cute boy best friend x you

Characters: Jesse

Summary: Your cute best friend just adores you with all his heart. To the point it brings him to tears

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, mention of self harm, angst

a/n: I can make a part 2! I've been planning this for a while but I wanted people to want it, yk? Also this will be very self projected. Bone is mentioned!

Pt. 1

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Jesse couldn't understand it. Why couldn't you just stay with him? Why did you have to befriend that delinquent of all people! He's tried so hard to show you how he isn't worth your time or attention. Your best friend is! He's supposed to be your number one! You know that… And yet you chose to be with that stupid idiot!

Jesse can't take this! He can't be without you. His heart aches. He needs you so much. More than that delinquent that's taking you from him! There's more than just jealousy within his heart. There's more than rejection. There's so much more, and he has no one to tell because his best friend is with his rival! The person that is ruining his life!

He's scrolling through his phone, reading messages you had sent. He's deliberately ignoring you. He can't take it, and you need to know he's suffering. It's not like he can tell you, but that's not his fault! You should just know that when he's without you, he's suffering. Not only that but he's afraid. Afraid the moment he reaches out, you'll have moved on. Afraid that you'll reject him every time he wants to talk to you.

Laying in the dark, he's moved on to looking at photos of you. Some he took with you, some he took of you, and some were secret snapshots but let's not talk about those. He's fighting tears. Fighting them and losing. Misty eyed as he finds a video of you laughing with him and being silly with each other. He can't take this!

He checks his notification seeing you posted a new video on your social media. It's just like the video he saw with him and you, but this time it's with that delinquent. Jesse's whole world is tumbling down. Now he's stalking your account and that dumb delinquent's, finding every single post you are in together while tears stream down his cheeks.

He makes no sounds. No sobs. Only shuddered breaths and shaky shoulders. Throwing his phone across the room and cracking his screen, his mind becomes a dark place. One of nightmares that he has tried so hard to keep locked away from you. All his insecurities, fears, and intrusive thoughts swirl. Hyperventilating. Panic. Nothing is making sense.

He grabs a plushie of his. One you gave to him. One that reminds him of you. The scent of you is still on it. It soothes him barely, but the panic attack has settled. A single thought screams within his mind.

“You're being replaced.”

“You're not their favorite anymore.”

His brain is lying to him. It must be! You wouldn't just replace him. You've known him for years! You're his best friend and he's yours. Nothing can just shatter a bond like that.

“Shut up.... you don't know! They love me... I'm still they're favorite!”

Jesse whispers to himself. To the thoughts. A sound barely brings him back to his reality.

Your ringtone.

His favorite song now sounding sour. He doesn't want to take your calls. He doesn't care if you're panicking. He's suffering! He's sobbing into the plushie and holding it for dear life. He can't care for anything other than the irrational worries.

A part of him wishes you would break into his room and hold him, another part loathing the idea of you seeing him like this. It's so close. The blades are so close. He's surrounded by them. He can't help but think about it. He can't help but think about hurting himself. Would you notice how much pain he's in then?

Before Jesse can even think about reaching for any sharp object in his room, the darkness is shrouded in the light of an open door. You. The light surrounding you like an angel.

His body stiffens. Your warmth. It felt like a distant memory. When has he been held like this by you? Do you hug your new friend like this? No. That thought doesn't matter right now.

Only you matter. His crying quiets down. His body melts against yours. No words needed to be exchanged. All that was needed was your arms around his and your touch on his skin. In a matter of minutes he's calmed down.

Snores replaced the tears. Jesse fell asleep against you. Something he used to do when the two of you were kids. He's never going to miss this. You're his best friend. He loves you so much. And right now, all the nightmares were replaced with sweet dreams of the two of you together.

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[hottpinkpenguin]

Perfect!!

I’ve read your Boromir fic (the first one I‘ve ever read) and it changed my brain chemistry. I can’t get it out of my head THE LONGINGGG

Could I humbly request an Aragorn x female reader fic where they are sparring or play fighting in a more private area and they land on top of each other? And it leads to a confession and smut/steam? I know, this trope is very original hehe

Could there also be some tension/ longing between them?  Or anything you have in mind, really I just want to see him hot and desperate 😭

I lᡣ𐭩ve your work and thank you 🫶🏻 Have a beautiful day 🥰

A/n: probably not my best work, Anon, but I hope you like it! I experimented with a slightly different narration style (rapidly switching back & forth between reader and Aragorn POV). I'm always astounded when ppl like my work so THANK YOU for reading and for the request <3 Word count: 1535 Content warnings: blood, implied smut, non-canon, steam, mutual pining

** Aragorn's POV | Reader's POV **

“Your weight is off balance, y/n.” 

You looked down at your feet reflexively, huffing in frustration as you realized he was right. Across from you, your sparring partner cracked the smallest of smiles. Graciously, Aragorn waited for you to fix your stance. You imitated him - lifting the arches of your feet slightly, your body weight suspended softly on the balls of your feet and your knees bent ever so softly. You shifted your hips in small circles around your feet, testing the surety of your new stance. It certainly felt better, but there was only one way to tell. 

“Better?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in question at Aragorn.

He missed y/n’s question entirely, his eyes hovering on her hips as she swung them softly side to side. He could just barely see a sliver of the soft flesh around her hips between the waistband of her trousers and the hem of her tunic. His mouth went dry at the sight, and at the thoughts that tore across his mind like sparks. 

“Aragorn?” 

Shit, she was talking to him. 

“Much better, yes.” Aragorn’s eyes seemed to shift in and out of focus, a strange pained look darting across his face as if you’d disturbed him from a dream. You knew that look - you’d seen it on his face ever since the Fellowship had left Rivendell some months ago. You felt silly for continuing to pine over him when his affections were so obviously spoken for. 

“Who were you thinking of, just then?” The question slipped out before you could catch it. 

He groaned internally. Had he really been that noticeable? You’re losing your touch, you old fool, he chastised himself harshly as he lifted his sword to line with y/n’s, studiously avoiding her gaze. 

You didn’t miss the way Aragorn’s eyes never met yours. It set your stomach churning on itself in embarrassment, but you forced your face to smooth. Even if you’d tried, you doubted you could draw your gaze away from his face, so handsome in his focus.

She’s looking straight at you. She knows, obviously. 

Aragorn felt his sword rise up and collide with y/n’s blade as she parried his stroke. The sudden rush of movement and strength felt good, like a wave washing his mind free of those pesky thoughts. 

Aragorn’s strikes were stronger than you were used to, and you instantly felt your recently reclaimed balance teeter dangerously. The mixture of distracting emotions and your off-kilter weight shattered your focus. You twisted your blade to block his lateral strike a second too late, and you felt the white-hot kiss of his blade dig into the muscles on your shoulder.

You hissed in surprise, trying to clear your mind from the blind of pain. 

He felt y/n hesitate across from him - a rare feat. She was unusually well-skilled with a longsword, and it was uncommon for there to be such a clear and decisive victor in their melees. If Aragorn had held his focus a moment longer, he would have noted the blood seeping from a fresh cut in her shoulder and the uncharacteristic weakness in her sword arm. But his mind was foggy from his pride’s close brush with humiliation, and it wasn’t until he collided full-force with her that he registered something had gone wrong.

One moment, you were blinking back the burning tears of unexpected pain, and the next you were resolutely pinned under Aragorn’s body. He managed to catch the back of your head deftly and gently to keep it from slapping off the frost-chilled ground. Your initial reaction was a gasp of surprise-

-y/n gasped in pain as he landed on top of her clumsily. Barely able to piece together what had happened, he began searching her body for signs of the injury-

-Aragorn’s face twisted into concern as he pulled back from you. Instinctively, you hooked a leg around his, pinning him against you-

-he was able only to pry his upper half off of her before he felt y/n’s leg grasp him against her, the sensation unlocking memories of dreams he’d found himself tumbling into each night ever since meeting her-

-you froze, your breath caught in your throat as you felt Aragorn stiffen against you. His gaze caught yours, that same pained expression you’d seen earlier flashing in his gray eyes like a reflection of sunlight on steel-

-his body went rigid, a sudden terror seizing him as he wondered if he was hopelessly misinterpreting the pressure of y/n’s leg locked around his hips, but before he could think-

-his lips were on yours, his hand moving from the back of your neck around to your throat and to the edge of your jaw. You felt him melt down against you, the stiffness in his spine softening until he was fully prone against you, his mussed curls tickling your cheeks and forehead as you reached up with your mouth, inhaling and tasting and devouring him.

Y/n let out a soft moan of contentment, the vibrations plucking a matching string in Aragorn’s desire. He dropped his sword, his free hand coming to her waist, gliding across the oiled planes of her leathers and the rough handspun wool of her tunic. His mind felt blissfully scattered, raw need catching like wildfire as it burned away the traces of conscious thought.

Each moment that the kiss deepened you felt yourself slip a little bit further away from control. His hands roamed freely across your body as you wriggled and writhed into his touch, eager to feel the pressure of his hands on every inch of your available skin. It wasn’t until he grazed over the still-stinging (but very much forgotten) cut on your shoulder that you hesitated.

Aragorn felt the tackiness of fresh blood catch on his fingertips as he grazed over her shoulder, accompanied a moment later by a reflexive wince from y/n. He broke from her embrace, glancing down at her shoulder, the beige of her tunic stained crimson.

“Gods above, what have I done?” 

You chuckled, unwilling to let Aragorn pull away fully. 

“Ignore it,” you commanded, greedily rising up to catch his lips again. He obliged, but you could sense that concern was dulling the edges of his enthusiasm. “It’s a small cut, nothing more,” you offered, hoping he would move on and attend to your other needs. 

He groaned in frustration at his own inability to ignore the wound, but Aragorn’s attentiveness to pain - your pain, above all - wouldn’t be silenced. He broke free from her lips with some difficulty long enough to inspect the wound. She was right - it was a minor, glancing blow. Nothing that would require stitching, but perhaps a bit of rest. And cleaning, he thought with a hint of smugness. 

You caught the way his lips quirked slightly as he poked softly at your wound. 

“What could you possibly be chuckling about?” you hissed, feeling put out by his unwillingness to dive back into the kiss that had sent you to the edge of fire. 

“Your wound, m’lady. It needs attention. A good cleaning, I think.” His eyes smoldered at the last few words, the tone of his voice tightening something deep in your core. You had to stifle a bark of delight when you finally grasped his meaning. He rose from the ground, brushing grass from the front of his trousers as he extended a hand towards you. You accepted it, letting him lift you lithely from the ground. 

Y/n’s desperate gaze was practically all he could focus on, but Aragorn steadied himself with a deep inhale as he cast a self-conscious glance around. Thankfully, the rest of the Fellowship was resting uneventfully among the rolling slopes of Rohan’s Westfold, and no one seemed the wiser to your brief interlude. More extensive companionship would require greater privacy, but he didn’t balk at the feeling of her fingers twining in his as they strode with a shared understanding towards his tent. 

“I thought-”

“Lady Arwen, yes. I know what you thought,” Aragorn cut you off softly, rubbing a reassuring thumb along the back of your hand. You were surprised to hear him speak of her without a note of longing. You looked toward him with questions. “Lady Arwen and I were raised together in Rivendell. I think of her as family, nothing more. The longing you sense in me is nothing more than homesickness.” 

Aragorn had been content to let the rest of the Fellowship misinterpret his closeness with the lady Arwen for romance, although he had always resented having to keep up with the ruse with y/n. It was true that she’d be safer without his affections painting a target on her back for their enemies, but in that particular moment Aragorn found it difficult to summon anything more than impatient desire.

You chewed on the inside of your lip as he lifted the flap of his tent. Although there was no luxurious steaming bathtub inside, you did notice a well-made cot laden with soft furs. With ample room for two, you thought warmly as you stepped inside, Aragorn following closely behind you…

[penaltyboxboxbox]

13 or 14 for charlos? pretty please 🫶🫶🫶 (love your blog btw)

Charlos - complimenting their appearance / looking at their lips as they talk.....why choose i will just include both 👍 also. singapore pool origin story, because why not.

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Charles lets himself sink down into the pleasantly cool pool, up to his chin, tilting his head back as the chlorinated water licks up the sides of his face and over his ears.

He stares up at the beginnings of stars in the dimming sky, moves his arms wide through the water; tiptoed feet just touching the bottom.

"Great view, eh?"

Charles eyes flit up, where a man stands hands on hips at the edge of the pool. His long dark hair curls up on the ends, his swim shorts rucked up on one leg, a vague tan line peeking through.

No, not a bad view at all, he thinks.

He nods weakly in the water, paddling closer, nodding again properly as his hand pulls him to the wall.

"Yes. It's beautiful. Beautiful city." Charles wipes a wet hand over his face. "Carlos."

Carlos grins, wide. Rather goofy.

"Yeah. Hows the water?"

"It's-"

Before he can answer, Carlos jumps over his head, the splash disrupting the stillness of their near-empty corner of pool.

Carlos resurfaces, shakes his head like a wet dog. Charles winces and holds his hands up at the drops that fly his way, shoving a splash back in Carlos' direction.

"Going to kick me in the head, mate! Be careful."

"Ah, don't worry. I'm always careful." Carlos runs his hands through his dampened hair, slicking it back to his head.

Charles stares. Carlos is gazing out at the skyline again, not paying attention. So Charles stares, a little longer.

"You have plans tonight?" Carlos asks suddenly.

"I mean..." Charles goes still, looks down at his legs, wiggly and deformed through the dark water. "This. Go for a swim. Go to bed. Not much."

"No fun..." Carlos turns back to him, splashing back with a dismissive wave of his fingers through the water. They both laugh. "You should enjoy the city now. After the race you will be dead, mate."

"It cannot be that bad. I've raced in the heat before-"

"Ay, don't underestimate it! It is the combination you know? The type of track, the focus-" Carlos draws a little circuit line through the water with his finger. "The humidity! You are swimming in the air, mate."

"Getting good practice then." Charles grins,

"Listen, Charles you may be cute but you are not special, Singapore is-"

Charles doesn't hear the rest of the comment, he sinks down into the water again.

He opens his eyes, and they sting from the chlorine. He looks at Carlos, swims past him a few feet. Watches him follow, splashing too much.

Cute. Why would he say cute?

Charles resurfaces by the far edge of the pool, the overlook, and Carlos is there beside him. He cranes his head over, and it makes his stomach flip.

Carlos' hand suddenly presses a teasing shove between his shoulder blades, and Charles exclaims, whipping around to smack Carlos in the arm. He's laughing, delighted. Charles feels himself flush.

"Stronzo." Charles rolls his eyes, smile creeping through.

"So you're free tonight? Yeah?" Carlos needles again.

Charles can't take his eyes off his smile, his mouth. Grinning and just slightly silly.

"I guess." He responds.

Carlos licks his lips, and Charles thinks for a brief second about what kissing him would feel like. It startles him. He licks his own lips in nervous response.

"Let me take you to dinner."

The way Charles' stomach flips makes him wants to sink back underwater and not resurface. Swim away and hope Carlos gets distracted by something else bright and shining in the Singapore skyline.

"Ok." He says instead.

It's a date, he doesn't say.

"Fantastic- I already know the place." Carlos looks proud. "I know you do not have troubles with looking nice but, it is fancy you know so. Dress up a little. We will talk strategy."

"Strategy." Charles nods. "Such a gentleman." he mumbles.

Carlos preens at the compliment. Charles pretends not to notice.

They both stare out at the skyline, the setting sun.

Making new allies never hurt anyone.

[kimmexart]

hey..🌚should do a match up with me and dbd/slashers... (we both know who i really wanna be paired up with)

okie dokie so my personality is pretty quiet and timid around others. i don't talk much at school (even with my friends LMAO) and i always have my headphones on. im desi with pretty light olive skin (i have no melatonin) and brown eyes! i have dyed burgundy hair that runs up to my breasts that's naturally a little wavy but i always straighten it because i HATE how it looks natural. i have wispy bangs too :3

my hobbies are batman, i literally collect all batman related things, cats, horror movies, video games, drawing and baking. and writing heheheh!! im an INTP and im a huge rainy day and gilmore girls and gothic architecture lover >.‹

i'm 5'4 and i'm extremely sensitive so id prefer my lover to be someone who's quiet and understanding yk, someone who doesn't make fun of me for crying easily or being clingy. i collect ghostface merch for a living as well LMAO.

my appearance isn’t very skinny but i’m not chubby either, i’m like literally in the middle. i have barely a tummy but i have thicker thighs and a round face. i work out everyday by going to the gym when it’s about to close )because i prefer not socializing with others) and i do cardio and pilates.

sorry this is kinda messy i’ve never done one of these before but i saw your page and your cute lil match ups and i knew i had to!! thank you 💗💗

HAHAH ILY ILL DO YOUR RESIDENT EVIL ONE ON A SEPARATE ONE 😫😫 but i’ve been working crazy hours so i apologize if it’s late and sloppy 🙁🫶

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I shall match you with…

Ghostface (Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson)

******

You were supposed to be one of his victims. A silly little one you are, he followed you home. Lurking in the shadows and thank to the help of the loud music blasting from your headphones masking his footsteps.

He had been following you for weeks now as the days went by he grew more and more intrigued. He hid in the darkness creeping outside one of the windows as he watched you play one of your favorite video games.

“What your favorite scary movie?” his voice was low, but smooth you didn’t recognize the voice as you picked up the phone.

“who’s this?” you asked pushing your eyebrows in confusion pausing the video game. The voice on the other end let out a dry chuckle “Answer the question.”

“Well, i guess… (insert Favorite Movie)” You said softly.

“a classic” he responded with a approving hum as he flipped the knife in between his fingers “I knew i liked y’a”

“uh, okay?” you respond awkwardly “anyways.. im busy i should go now” you cleared your throat hanging up the phone before he could stop you.

*ring*

*ring*

The phone began to ring soon after, “Look leave me the fuck alo-“ You blurted through the open line as you held the phone up to your ear.

“Your gonna get it now!” His voice was more sharper and direct. it caused you to tense almost instantly “You don’t get to hang up the phone doll! that isn’t how it works.”

A creaking sound made your head snap to the direction. your eyes glanced over to the window that was once closed now wide open with the moonlight peeking through, and a breeze pushing the curtains.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you dropped the phone and made a run for it, “Logical as always babe!” It was the man over the phone- however his voice was somewhere in your house.

He followed you into your bedroom, a grin underneath his mask as he stared at the closet “i only wanna play” he said with a chuckle “tell me about that scary movie” he crouches infront of the closet door.

You peeked through the small crack to see the cheap mask and leather cloak, your pupils completely dilated unable to respond.

he played with the blade his leather gloves gliding over the knife, “your no fun like this” he said forcing the closet door open, weeks- that’s how long he prepared for this moment he forced your body to the ground straddling your hips. He used his left hand to pin your hands over your head which the knife in his right.

You squirmed and screamed at him to stop trying to free yourself.

He held the knife tightly as he stabbed the knife- he aimed for your head but instead it buried itself into the wood flooring besides your head.

He let out a shakey breath, this was the first time he wasn’t able to kill his victim. How he hated this feeling- he failed. Weeks of preparation and now when having you all to himself he couldn’t.

This was going to be his masterpiece, the perfect crime

The crime no one will ever forget.

“Fuck.” he muttered underneath the mask as he pulled the knife out from the ground and forced himself off.

“Fuck!” he said placing the bottom of his boot against your chest. He looked down at you full of anger and annoyance even if you couldn’t see his reaction you knew. Letting out a small cry as you tried to force his shoe off. “i’m watching, i’m always going to be fucken watching” he says before he disappeared into the night.

————

“So that’s all that happened?” The pale man across from you type, a small scar on his forehead.

Your head was in your hands in frustration and Annoyance hearing the constant typing from his computer “Yes Danny” you said curtly.

The two of you were at a cafe, Danny was a journalist who had heard about your experience with the new serial killer- who you found out was named ‘Ghostface’

“It was as if he could kill me- no he wanted to” you said taking a small sip of your warm drink “He tried- but couldn’t he wasn’t weak at all, he was… amazing”

His fingers froze, Danny’s eyes glanced back up at you. he was flustered by the fact you called him ‘Amazing’

He nodded “Well,” he clears his throat before continuing “Just be more aware of your surroundings from now on, maybe have some friends stay over”

“i just moved here, im new and don’t have friends or family in town” you said with a small sigh.

He knew that of course, He wasn’t stupid he did stalk you for weeks following you around town and going through your stuff at home to learn more about you.

he wrote his number on a small sticky note “call me, i’ll be your friend” he said with a dry chuckle

as he laughed your eyes flickered in recognition but only for a moment. something about him was off, you couldn’t pin point what. brushing off those thoughts you gave him a small smile and nod “thank you Danny,”

you hand gently brushed over his as you grabbed the stick note.

He’s truly become obsessed with you.

———-

Danny huffed in annoyance as he hooked the last victim onto the hook. He walked away he dug into his cloak pulling out a photo of you.

A frown decorated his lips as he waited for the entity to start a new trial, he missed you dearly you were his favorite victim and partner.

His fingers gently grazed over the folded polaroid.

—————

(What if like, you just appeared in a trail as a new survivor bc the entity was getting tired of danny lacking. But you would only see him as ghostface and not danny. but like would he kill you?) 😫😫 making me think about the yummy angst taht could come from this.

It was between him or Legion 😫😫 but we both know why i picked danny. anyways i luv this idea. i usually write it out differently like sections but this is something new. it’s 2 am so if it’s messy i’m sorrryyyy. I luv writing danny as mean but silly. Hope you enjoy!!!

[zeldaelmo]

@knomeofzurich made wonderful art for this story! Please make sure to check it out and reblog if possible! 🫶🏼

Chapter 12 - Moving Pieces

The only good thing about this horrible event was the show fight. When Link had been told he was supposed to fight an imitation of a Gleeok—a three-headed dragon-like creature—he had been thrilled. Even the prospect of the fight being aired on TV and displayed on giant screens in front of the stage didn’t dampen his excitement.

Unfortunately, that thrill had subsided quickly when he entered the training session and was met with three poor new recruits who lifted medicine balls to symbolize the three heads he was supposed to hit. Unsurprisingly, that turned out to not be a ball for any of them.

But now, while he stood on the stage, his silly tunic blowing in the gusts of the wind machine, the excitement was back. He twirled the blade in his hand—a rusty traveler's sword with a mushroom glued to it—and a grin crept on his face when a fog machine went off. The Gleeok, a mechanical construction covered in black paper maché, emerged with a bolt of lightning (coming from a hidden strobe) as a greeting.

“Hello, Beautiful,” Link murmured, before he raised his sword skyward and let out a “Hi-yah” the clipboard ladies had insisted on.

[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday 🎄

hi friends, i've had a day and now i'm at home eating sketti and enjoying silly lil tv shows

have a lil snip from mall jail fic <3

ps if you see a typo mind your business

“Okay, Eddie. Throw me a bone here.” Buck turns and leans against the front of Eddie’s truck, crossing his arms over his chest. They’re so big, bulging so pretty it squeezes his tits. Eddie goes a little cross-eyed. “What happened?”  Eddie shrugs. “It’s not my fault,” he says, reaching out to pick at a glob of mud on the hood next to Buck’s shoulder.  “It’s not your fault—you were in jail,” Buck exclaims, loudly, and kicks Eddie’s shin a little hard with the toe of his Croc. Motherfucker needs to cut his toenails; there’s no way his Croc’s got a damn blade in it. “That kind of feels like you did something.”  “Mall jail. It was mall jail. It’s not the real thing.”  Buck sputters, as if there’s so much he wants to say but he can’t get the words out in enough time, and it’s so cute, and Eddie has to bite his lip before he says as such.  “That doesn’t matter,” Buck insists, holding his hands out in a placating manner. “Just tell me what happened, man.”  “What do you mean what happened? Will Atkinson happened!”  “Eddie.”  Eddie takes one look at Buck’s amused, exasperated expression and caves immediately. “Fine. Fine.” He makes a face, screws up his nose and huffs. “I found you the perfect gift.” 

tagged by @eowon, @callmenewbie, @jeeyuns, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @hippolotamus, @devirnis, @giddyupbuck, @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @theotherbuckley, @daffi-990, @jamespearce9-1-1, and @wikiangela, mwah

tagging @spagheddiediaz because this is the one fic of mine she isn't going to read before it's posted 🫶🏼

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

im writing this because my friends are being assholes and this gives me an excuse to ignore them

So, in this Bones x Voltron au, Keith is Sweets. and we all know that lance sweets had a shitty past with the foster care system so i’ll be bringing one of my favorite (if done well) head cannons in. Everyone say hi to “keiths abusive past in the foster system after his dads death”!! now keith was in the system since he was about 8-14/5 right? cus thats the general age he looks then he joins the garrison for high school and leaves (is kicked out) the final year (yada yada yada, cannon ensues.) Keith comes back to Earth and time had passed, he’s finally able to drink and shit.

But he’s been in space for so long, that he doesn’t know how to socialize. He also doesn’t know how humans work anymore, because some of his own anatomy has changed with his inevitable galra puberty. So obviously he decides to study psychology in hopes of understanding how to communicate with people.

Now the fun stuff. He gets a job into the fbi as one of the youngest psychologists because he has a good reference from the garrison (which, in my mind, is in it’s own way a military school). help doesn’t wanna go into the fbi with this big reputation of saving the world, because they’ll ask about that and wouldn’t focus on the fact that he id a registered psychologist!

Now this can either “end” in 2 ways. Either number 1 (the boring one) where instead of Lance dying, his new galra anatomy (and the trained ability to move his organs while in the BOM) makes sure he survives and Daisy doesn’t have to raise their kid without him.

Or we can go with my favorite, number 2!! Now number 2 lies in the fact that the government knows about aliens and that Hodgins regularly goes to sweets (when they’re both not clocked in) to share conspiracy theories together. Of course, they’re best friends so Keith keeps no secrets and introduces Hodgins to his mom. Its also important to point out that Hodgins is an orphan. So of course Krolia emotionally adopts this crazy lil silly guy whos like, less than a fraction of her age.

Everything comes to a blow when something causes both Keith and Hodgins to be in danger. Keith still keeps his blade with him with permission from the government because you know, he saved the world. And that blade has some connection to his mom so he sends a pulse through it to signal he and Hodgins are in danger and she races over to save them.

Yeash this made my hands hurt. Anyways this goes out to @mosscreeper-ao3 who raised thier hand when i asked if anyone would listen to me rant about my bones (2005) x voltron idea. 🫶

[giggly-squiggily]

hey hey! can i please ask for 🧡 love bug with lee muichiro and ler genya? just thought it would be pretty cute! if not, totally fine, just ignore! happy (early) valentines day 🫶🫶

Hey friend! :D Oo, Lee!Mui! I love this prompt so much ajejrkaejkrjkej Happy Valentine's day to you too :D

Love Bug: "What's so funny?"

Muichiro- Genya learned, had an odd sense of humor.

“What’s so funny?” He asked upon seeing the mist hashira smiling, soft titters muffled by long sleeves. They had just finished spending the evening in the hot springs, refreshed and in the beginning of heading to bed. “Seriously- what are you laughing about?”

“G-Gehhehenya! Whahaht is thahaht on your heahahad?” The younger boy wheezed, nearly doubling over as he shakily pointed towards the silk night cap Genya donned.

“What? It’s good for my hair!” Flustered, the scarred slayer nearly pulled it off, but decided to leave it be after seeing what an effect it had on his friend. “The inn has tons of them; you should get one too. We can match.”

Muichiro wheezed, falling completely over onto his face as he cackled himself silly. Genya rolled his eyes, more amused than annoyed. It was rather nice hearing him laugh so much.

In fact…

“Aheha-ah! Aahehhahaha nohohohooho!” Muichiro all but yelped when Genya charged him, scribbling his fingers all over his back and shoulder blades. “Aheahhaha Gehehhehehenyahhahahahha!”

“You know- I was joking earlier but I do think you need to take better care of all this hair.” Genya grinned as he carried on tickling with one hand, running the other through some of the tangled strands. “There’s a knot here- and here- oh and here too.”

Each ‘knot’ left the smaller boy squealing with mirth as Genya poked through his mane, drilling into his back with relentless tickly pressure. “Gehehehhehnya pleahhahahhahhase!”

“Heh, okay, okay.” The gunner stopped, opting to properly sort out Muichiro’s hair as the other boy gasped and giggled breathlessly beneath him. “I suppose you do need to breathe.”

“Ihiihihdeheheally.” Muichiro groaned, growing quiet as Genya threaded his fingers through the roots of his hair. “Keep doing that, it feels good.”

“What do I look like, a human comb?” Genya rolled his eyes but kept at it, going until the hair was smooth and Muichiro was fast asleep. “Dork.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[mimsier]

what up, I'm camille, I'm 33, and I never learned how not to include second chance romance in every wip

lately, I've been all about fantasy and I blame that fully on falling in love with dnd last year. I've dabbled plenty in urban fantasy (when branching out from contemporary romance) but dnd especially has given me an appreciation of more subgenres, plus lots of inspiration

current wip: the madness and the blade it's more goofy silly than the title implies because the title came first and shit happens!! I wrote my 50k for nano, and in the weeks since, I've just been in sandbox mode, getting to know the characters and the setting better. when I'm ready to shift back into the main story, I'll do an intro to wip series

briefly, I'll say it's fantasy adventure romance about a thief Retrieval Specialist roped into a scheme to recover a magical artifact, and the ragtag group of weirdos assembled to assist, including not one, not two, but THREE former flames plus an estranged spouse (fake relationship/real married)

writing is my hobby, not my job! it's fun and I've deliberately carved out space for it in my life, but I'm not chasing a finish line with anything I'm working on. it's all just vibes, baby ✌🏽

I follow from @figueroths (multifandom gifmaker), where you can find a masterpost linking to other blogs/socials if you're curious!

thanks for reading!! I'm looking forward to being more active here and getting to know more of you 🫶🏽

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on DreamFanartAcc! He liked:

And i know time is moving little slow but little moth I swear you will be fine

tears fell but you never did

I finally finished the animation lol, twitter quality is trash so I'll link the yt video in replies

Time keeps passing, don't let it pass you <3

You can’t dangle them in front of me like that and not expect something out of it >:v

ok but like warrior!dream yk

Triple trouble <3

looking respectfully

boo! 🎃

lil droodle 🫶

Quick little mrow

blobs!

Me slamming the door open, drop this and run back out.

some gatitas to light up the mood :3

D ,X

pew pew [magical boy au]

"A spectacle to the world"

just a man and his cats

cuties

lost druppy

smol

dream stream :D

meep

I miss drista

I’ve had enough 🗣️ peepoBlobRiot

he rules the world

♡ welcome home milo + naomi!!

proud of the droncert

boy. I'm checking you out!

One eye for each

If they could meet

New members of the family!!😭💗🐱

spidey beanies!!

Gogy is typing...

the real dream team: patches, milo, and naomi <3

You Deserve The World But The World Doesn't Deserve You

so uh...

silly doodle

blade runner gnf?!?!??!

nimbus 2000!!!!

New dream team gatitas 🐈‍⬛🐕!

family 😺

if “he’s just like me fr” was a video

They’re Communicating

Double the trouble?

out of my system

mirror selfie (with patches 😼) <3

birthday stream highlights

one of 3 best cat dads

i’d give u my sunshine