#Flitt

[fenrir74]

Flitt invites you to join him at the campfire.

Do you accept?

[coldiru]

I totally didn't just have a block for 3 weeks aha...but have a bby seikret and I saw Flitt one day long time ago, finally drew them

[bibliotheksbewohnerin]

while playing the new Klei game, Rotwood, I joked with friends that Flitt would be the ideal character to, ergh, sexify tumblr style. so naturally, i had to

[shadekooriart]

"My allergies are only moderately debilitating today!"

Had to draw best boy, Flitt, from Rotwood

[flittermouseart]

Happy Friday 13th! Flitt & I are going to be watching some spooky movies tonight, starting with the good ol' standby, "Secret Window." Got any suggestions for a follow-up?

[dingergum]

Flit and Toot from Rotwood and i guess some attempts at making my character to the left. This art was just sitting in my art folder, idk why i didn't finished it up to post.

[lunurivelvet]

Flitt from Rotwood is a cute fox

[hypnohysteria]

Flitt🦊

This post was already on another account. But i want to post it on the new one.

[mx24]

Rotwood is a rlly good demo that i most definitely do not have 21 hours in already /lying

[dragon-dress-128]

I really just went “What if these two knew each other?” And then made this

[kat-is-a-rat]

Forgot to post it here but I finally finished the drawing of my Candela circle!

From left to right we have:

1) Alexis Marsh Medium (she/her)

2) Ezra Flitt Scientist (they/them)

3) Roy Thompson Occultist (he/him)

4) Nico di Moze Soldier (he/him)

5) Talon "Tali" Astor Criminal (he/him)

We're three sessions in and so far it's been a blast to play!

Also, as of right now, our circle still has no name as our light keeper was fucking murdered by some dude while we were out investigating :)))))

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Sleepwalker Infection

Rarity has been awake for 4 days

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I think it’s 1/28/20XX

 I told Twilit wht luna said, & she vegero vigorously wrote to celesta. it was as if she knew exactly what t say to her, as if she new wat was goin on. Ive been put in qurantin in a lower room in the kastle & Twi visits me evry day thru th door to cast a spell on me to kep me awake. She doesnt rlly talk to me. theres no bed in my room, theres a miror tho. I fele like my beauteful colors r fading, I mis them. flitt flysh visits with meals & convo, I just enjoy to listen, talking is tiring.

im so tired

I fear the shadows, the the figures i see in them

weres Sweetie?

I hope twli doent come back

maybe luna was just sick wit a cold an everything is fine

i just wanna sleep its been llll days

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[runnning-outof-time]

Congrats again my love!! How about Tommy and 22? Maybe some smut? Maybe some angst? I can’t wait to read what you will come up with 🤍

Thanks so much for sending this in, Chi! I didn’t go full on smut here because I can’t write it for the life me, and the angst wasn’t the main element, but this idea came to me after re-watching this episode and I ran with it. I hope I did your request justice! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k celebration — check out others!

A Long Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injury, suggestive situations (nothing too graphic)

Word Count: 1223

Summary: After a long day, Tommy just wants to be with (Y/N). (Y/N), who’s not seen him for the entire day, has some words to say to him first.

Tommy had had a long day. After handing money to the family of the boy who shouldn’t have died, meeting with Campbell and dealing with all that entailed, making sure his derby horse was transferred to its trainer, and Michael coming to make a pitch to be considered for the spot of company accountant, he wanted nothing more now than to get his mind off of all of it.

After telling Michael that he’d need to speak with his mother about the position first, Tommy was finally heading home. The door to 6 Watery Lane couldn’t come fast enough, but when it did, he stopped to take a deep breath before opening it. He hoped there wouldn’t be another item of business waiting behind it.

(Y/N) had been sitting in the front room of the house on Watery Lane for a few hours now. She’d been waiting for Tommy, who promised her he’d meet her and that they’d go somewhere for dinner.

Her eyes snapped to the door the second she heard it open, and she was up from the couch and walking over to Tommy as soon as she saw that it was him. “Where’ve you been, Tommy?” she questioned, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“Love…” Tommy sighed, his gaze finding the far wall as she came to stop in front of him. This already seemed like it was shaping up to be another item of business.

“You said you’d meet me for dinner three hours ago. Three, Tommy! And I’ve been sitting here, worried sick about where you could be and what you could be doing. I talked to Pol, you know. She said that you…”

(Y/N) was unable to finish her worry-driven rant because Tommy had reached out and took hold of her cheeks, effortlessly bringing her lips to his in a fervent kiss, one that was effective in derailing her train of thought. The kiss lasted until her lungs were screaming for air, making her be the one to pull back; her forehead resting against his.

“Where were you, Tommy?” she asked in a breathless manner a few moments after they’d parted.

“I’ve had a long fucking day,” he responded, his statement not answering hers in the slightest. (Y/N) exhaled a sigh, her nonverbal way of telling him that his answer wasn’t good enough. He distracted her before she could speak, dropping his hands from her cheeks so that they could snake around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I need you, love,” he mumbled, his lips finding hers again.

“Polly told me that you’re looking to have Michael join,” (Y/N) took her chance and mumbled against his lips the second he broke away from her, “said that the day hell freezes over is the day he’ll be part of the business.”

“Not now, love’,” he deflected yet again, his face dropping to the spot where her collar met her jaw, his lips finding the skin present there.

“Tommy…” she meant to sigh, but his name escaped her lips through a moan instead.

“Hmm?” he hummed into the skin of her neck, his half-minded question doing more to distract her than it did to get her to continue the conversation.

“What are you doing with the business?”

Her question got him to lift his head, and he let his eyes dance over her face for a moment, licking his lips before he responded: “I have no interest in speaking about business at this moment,” he told her in a straightforward tone. His eyes then flitted to her lips for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her again.

This kiss was even more persistent than the last, and it made clear to (Y/N) what was on his mind. She let him win this time, staying focused on the feeling of his lips against hers as her hands traveled up to rest against his cheeks.

He pulled her deeper still, the feeling of his body flush against hers making her moan into the kiss as it intensified. Her hands didn’t stay on his cheeks for long before they were traveling upward to remove the peaked cap he was still wearing. She was going to do so with the intention of being able to tangle her hands into the longer strands of his hair, but something she felt on her left hand stopped her in her tracks. It had a sticky consistency, one that made her freeze mid-kiss and drop her hands from his face.

Tommy, still not wanting to stop, began placing kisses to her jawline, his hands working to bunch the fabric of her dress up so that he could take things further with her. He had a one track mind in this moment, working fervently to get what he needed.

But those thoughts were the furthest from (Y/N)’s mind now. Now, she wanted to get to the bottom of what she’d felt on the side of his face. It took a deal of strength for her to open her eyes, but when she did, they widened immediately.

“Do you know you’re bleeding?” she asked him, shock present in her voice when she was met with the sight of her red fingertips.

The grunt that Tommy elicited in response wasn’t enough for her, so she took matters into her own hands - quite literally - by grabbing his cheeks and lifting his face up so that she could inspect it. There was no injury that was screaming at her as she looked at him head on, but the reason behind the blood became clear when she turned his head to make him look to the right.

“You’ve got a cut on your temple,” she told him, squinting to inspect the injury further. It looked to be superficial, but still she had to wonder just for how long he’d been walking around with it bleeding. “What happened?” she tried then, manually turning his head so that he’d be looking at her again.

She knew just from the look in his eyes, how the once calm oceans were now darker from an impending storm, that she wouldn’t be getting much of an answer out of him. But hey…it was worth a try.

He let his eyes travel over her face, drinking in every inch of it as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Was a long day, (Y/N),” he mumbled, his hands continuing what they were doing, bunching up the fabric until he found the smooth skin of her thigh.

(Y/N) was the one to lean in for a kiss this time, and she pulled back with a similar grin present on her face. “Well maybe there’s something that can be done about that,” she told him, her voice not even needing to take on a suggestive tone for him to make the next move.

She couldn’t help but shriek as he lifted her into his arms, his hands brushing higher up her thighs as she hooked her legs around his waist. A stream of giggles left her lips as Tommy walked them to the stairs and up to his bedroom.

He may have had a long day, but at least he was - hell, they both were - ending it on a high note.

—damn y’all…I know I promised they won’t all be this long, but oh boy did I get carried away here. Sorry, not sorry!

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[andyartworks]

MY BABYYYYY!!!!!

Commission for @andyartworks !

[loartacc]

Lo art time yet again

Three lil flitts for ramora :) not gonna tag these guys with the rp specfic tag bc they are just art adopts lol.

[postoctobrist]

hi claire,

let's say I were writing some erotica where a posh girl hunts a sub like game through the woods. what would be a good first name for her? I'm american and don't know the stereotypical posh-girl names

So stereotypical posh girl names are ridiculous and often the hastily-girlified version of a boy’s name (‘Nigella’), classical allusions (‘Iphigenia’), the fad that goes in and out of virtues (‘Charity,’ ‘Chastity,’ ‘Unity’) - but the other thing to note about posh British women is that they also very commonly have a ridiculous nickname, that bears no resemblance to their actual name. Ultimate posh girl style is being named something like Clarissa Andromeda Grace Curzon-Flitte-Villiers and your friends call you ‘Tonks’. To steal Milo’s joke about posh families, the dog has a human name - Irish Setter named Steven - and the daughter has a dog name - art history undergraduate named Chips.