#Kat I hope you like it

[ray935sworld]

1, 24, 42 😸

So Don't leave, Tender and Savior - love the idea. It's giving soft fluff vibes. I decided on Marcmarc as a ship

TW: mention of self-hate

Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay.

Bez was done. He wanted to throw everything away and hide in a corner of his father's shop, never to be seen again. He wouldn't even tell anyone - not Vale, Uccio, Cele, Pecco, Luca, Migno or Franky. No one. No one would knew and he just started a new life away from motogp.

He wanted to get away from the cameras, the stupid questions form the journos that either way only a handful of people would read cause he had lost their interest. He wanted to get away from Pecco's wins and Franco's hopeful attitude and he wanted to get away from Vale's helpful but useless actions.

He felt his stomach burn with disappointment. He had been sure that this time, it'd might work. And he ended in the gravel. He had been sure that he finally found the grip and the way how to handle the bike. Well he had handle it into the gravel. Right into the gravel. Wow. Perfect job.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle it. He tried but after all his dnfs and his finished outside the top 10 or the points, he started to question if it really had been talent or simply luck that bought him there.

It must have been luck. Why else would he struggle so much and be regularly out-performed? He just didn't deserve his place in the team - or any team - or motogp in general. He felt tears rise in his eyes.

The thought hurt so much. He wanted it so much. He was so desperate. He clinged to the idea of continuing his life as a motogp rider that the ideal of failure - which was quick to cost him his career in this field - destroyed him.

The self-hate was starting to bubble over. It felt like it was gut wrenching, like his whole inside was being turned upside down while being set on fire.

It hurt so much and he couldn't get rid of it

He tried to run away from it - literally. He was pacing around his motorhome hoping the movement could clear his mind.

As if his whole situation wasn't enough, he heard a key in the door. He wanted to scream. He didn't wanted to be seen like that. He didn't wanted to be cuddle or get affection he didn't deserve. He didn't need anyone's pity.

„JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed when he saw that the door was being opened to his bedroom. He hadn't even checked who it was.

So now he was standing face to face with his really confused - and shocked, maybe even scared, boyfriend. Bez froze immediately. He had never yelled at Marc. He never though he would or could. He never wanted to scream.

„Okay" Marc whispered and was slowly turning around.

„No." Bez said fastly. The burning in his stomach had disappeared. Instead it was now in his face but this burning was more an embarrassed burning. It was shame at having yelled. „No, please, amore, I... Im sorry. Please. Don't leave."

Marc seemed hesitant but one look in Marcos desperate eyes proved him that leaving him would be the worst idea.

He gave him a tender smile and nodded. Quietly he hold his hand out to Bez, making him decide on their level of physical touch. Even though touch was Bez love language, Marc knew how easy he could be overstimulated, especially when he was a nervous reck like now.

Bez didn't smile back, instead he just reached for the older rider and pulled him closer. He hugged him close, pressed himself against him. He sobbed quietly.

Marc closed his eyes and returned the hug with all his strength. He wanted to make the Italian feel safe - safe and protected in his arms. He hugged him and softly kissed his head. He let his fingers roam through the curls and whispered sweet things about his lover. He wasn't sure he understood or actually heard them but that was okay.

He succeeded. The burning in Marcos cheeks and stomach eased. He didn't feel desperate anymore and he remembered that he couldn't just run away and disappear. He couldn't leave his friends, his family and his lover behind. Simply because there was no place as safe as his lovers arms and he'd give that up for nothing in the world.

He knew how much he and others worked for him to be here and he knew he couldn't give up cause one year didn't go as hoped. He knew all that simply cause Marc wrapped him in his arms.

„You're my savior" Bez whispered and meant it.

[lesbiangiratina]

Asura System TCG - Venom artwork

Gallery at guiltygear.wiki.gg

[ballsucker67]

whaddup lil stu

[foursaints]

no more infighting the diversity of taste in marauders fandom is my favorite thing about being here… just saw barty hate describing him as a creepy arrogant coward with emotional regulation issues probably hunched over a desk doodling dead animals and my instinctual response was 🥰🥰 hell yes he is….. that’s my boy 💞💞…… at the same time i love the marauders but it’s the most hilariously fruitless thing ever when i see someone trying to explain to me that the gryffindors MUST be more likable as characters because they are “kind” and “brave” and “not incredibly morally reprehensible”…… what if i like the spineless terrorist torturer character. what if i want him carnally. what if i’m saying he did nothing wrong and lovingly readjusting his house arrest ankle bracelet. where does that leave us now

[mmmichyyy]

Hi Michelle!! Let's try #43 for the new Drabble challenge

#43. "pick up lines only work when i'm drunk."

"ian. are you listening to me?"

"mhm."

"...i'm thinking of leaving tami and the kids so i can ride off into the sunset with joaquin. thoughts?"

"sounds good," ian says vaguely, eyes glued to the dark-haired man sitting at the bar. "i'm sure she'll understand."

"man, you've got it bad." lip shakes his head, amused. "just go over and talk to him."

ian doesn't even turn his head. "who?"

lip rolls his eyes. "the guy you've been staring at for the past hour, who looks like he's part of a biker gang and one second away from smashing a bottle over someone's head. "

"i haven't been staring," ian says defensively, finally peeling his eyes away from the bar. "casually looking, maybe. at his tattoos. and his leather jacket. and his ass."

"and here i thought you wanted to catch up with your dear ol' brother." lip sighs. "how naive was i to think we could have family bonding time."

ian sighs. "grow up lip, we're in a gay bar. the only reason i called you and not carl is because for some reason he manages to pull more guys than me and well, you're... you."

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" lip asks, slightly offended. "are you saying gay men don't find me attractive?"

"are you saying you want men to hit on you?"

lip shrugs. "i'm just saying, if i really tried, i can definitely pull a dude. y'know, hypothetically speaking, of course."

"okay, mr. i'm-ninety-six-percent-straight," ian snorts. "so, you think i should go and straight up flirt with him? or should i buy him a drink first? or maybe wait for him to come to me?"

"i think you should walk out the door and douse yourself in holy water because homosexuality is a sin and you're going to hell," lip replies solemnly.

"you're no help," ian sighs, sliding out of the booth. "i should've brought carl instead."

"okay, now i'm offended."

ian waves him off and struts over to his target at the bar, tapping the man on the shoulder.

"i think," he starts to say, leaning up against the counter, "you owe me a drink."

the man raises his pierced brow. looks ian up and down and smirks. "do i now."

"because when i saw you from across the room, i dropped my drink on the floor, so."

the man takes a sip from his glass, shaking his head slightly. "pick up lines only work when i'm drunk, and i'm not even two drinks in yet."

"i'll cut to the chase then." ian holds out his hand. "i'm ian. and you are...?"

the man looks down for a moment, before pressing their hands together and shaking. "mickey."

"so, mickey." ian leans forward, still gripping mickey's hand, ghosting his mouth close to mickey's ear. "you want to get drunk, or you want to get out of here?"

lip sighs as he watches the guy immediately throw a twenty on the counter and both of them leave out the front door together without a backwards glance. just as he's about to leave as well, he sees out of the corner of his eye someone checking him out from the next table over. a man, specifically, with tan skin and dark brown hair who, if he's being honest, kind of looks like joaquin?

lip contemplates, for just a teensy moment, whether he should go over and talk to the guy. you know, strictly for scientific purposes - only to prove a point to his stupid little brother who ditched him at a bar to bang some random dude.

but then again, he doesn't think tami will appreciate him flirting with a man - or anyone really - just so he can prove ian wrong and shove it in his smug little face. so he leaves quickly without looking back and thinks it's best, perhaps, the other four percent inside of him is better left unexplored.

[rubia-peregrinart]

Would you consider doodling your Rom with longer hair and glowing flowers tangled in her dreadlocks towards the tips? I know I imagined the idea 84 years ago but recently I did similar hairstyle concept with my Loretta design and it made me think about it again .з.

Hey ! I never forgot that idea ! And once I decided that she'd go in the Choir I knew I'd be able to enact it... In fact I was literally going to put this in my next post but look, you beat me to it sdfghjkl

[yangjeongin]

HYUNLIX for @leenope 💓

[cuteniaarts]

Part 2 of my set of presents for my dear @katkastrofa’s birthday, combined with a small belated commemoration of LaF’s tenth anniversary :)

I know I’ve said it countless times yesterday, but once again, happy birthday, Kat!! I hope this year brings you many, many good things, everything you deserve and so much more. Thank you for being my friend <3

[cinematicnomad]

i went to happy hour with a few friends yesterday (…what started as happy hour) and i looked VERY cute but also i am SO hungover now and suffering through a 9AM meeting 😫

[msommers]

AN EYE FOR AN EYE i don't fucking care if you go blind

mc for @vendetta-if, but cranked all the way up to the level of a comic book villain because i could not shake the vibe after her initial creation and katerina wouldn't let go of my creative ability until this set was complete.

[lesbiangiratina]

Also they arent properly shaded in the first couple frames of their intro animation (left)

AND they dont even totally skull out like in the concept art. What about daisuke’s vision. Cant have shit sometiems

[scrollonso]

i have a bezetti au idea

[lithium-worm]

happy new yuri........!!.. these are kat and toby say haiiii

[tunastime]

HI @galaxystt SORRY YOU HAD NUMBER LUCK SO BAD but I really like this song I think wilbur soot puts something in his songs that makes it impossible not to listen to them. I had a lot of fun coming up with an idea for this one!! this one's on my d&d character's playlist, so less plays than normal but still a few :3

(632 words)

You know how this story goes, don't you?

You know Grian, and you know how this game starts. Grian stands in a field full of people, each of them friends, associates, known by acquaintance, known amongst each other, and explains the rules. The rules are very simple—you know this too. And Grian knows them just as well. 

He doesn't mean to kill Scar. Not the first time, and he means to turn him away the second time, but he can't bring himself to. There's a look somewhere in there, from his friend. His friend? Was he certain, then, that Scar was just his friend? Or was even his friend at all? There was sand in Scar's bed so they cleaned together and when Scar ached too much to continue he slept in Grian's bed. The desert night was sharp and windy on the cliff and a fire was only so big and Scar was warm enough to sit against without an issue. Grian can't have him though. You know this. Scar is a foil. Much like Jimmy is a foil. Much like Ren is a foil. There is a red and a green, and none of them can be together. Does this look like love, to you?

Scar apologizes when he dies. It's like he forgets that he knows how to hit back—like he forgets that he's larger and stronger and that he could push Grian to the ground with much less force than Grian has to muster to even slam himself into Scar's chest. There's a point where tears are indistinguishable from spit and from blood. You know this—you were there. This story is told many times, again and again. This is not the first time this story is told.

What you might have forgotten is the aftermath. The next try. The way Scar lingers in the frame of Grian next time. The way he tries to come close and holds back, as if he's afraid Grian will sink his teeth into his hand when he extends it.

Grian will see this again. You know this.

When Mumbo trusts enough to reach, he too will find sharp teeth. Grian will ask and beg for companionship and clamp down as soon as he can. Again, and again, and again.

Grian sharpens the edge of his sword.

"Are you thinking about something?" Etho asks, sitting next to Grian on the grass. Grian blinks, coming back into stark reality. He hears Etho's jacket shhf in the breeze as he sits, leaning back against his hands. In some ways, he thinks he wishes he was Etho. The blood on Etho's hands is from a wound he refuses to close. The blood on Grian's hands is from a wound he keeps opening. Does that make sense?

Grian pauses sharpening. The whetstone sits on his knee as he examines his sword, how it glitters just a bit.

"A little," he says, shrugging his shoulders. Etho hums quietly.

"Anything you need to talk about?"

Grian shakes his head, sighing. 

"I'm worried about the next week," he says. "I'm worried I know what's coming and I can't stop it."

Etho hums again. 

"If it makes you feel any better," he says, reaching out to pat Grian's shoulder. "I think everything will be fine. I trust this."

Etho's hand pulls away from his shoulder as Etho rises. Grian is going to sink his teeth into his hand when the time comes. He can feel the urge tickling the back of his neck. All eyes on him. But you know that, don't you? Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Grian still hopes that this will be different. But doesn't it feel so good to play a role that fits? Don't you know no one gets what they came here for?

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

[ylvasart]

Next up for femslash February are my friend @nannichuan 's OC's Rosa & Ella!

I call their shipname Rosella, for fun.

Reference for this page are from the manga NANA:

[thirstykateyes]

I'm sorry for being so quiet on here!! I've been doing a LOT of CoD OC content lately on Twitter so I haven't had much to share but!

Here's a comic about my CoD OC Vincent "Decay" Moore!

TW for non-graphic depictions of blood and mild violence

(also for some context, Asher is his toxic ex, and Decay has a very dull pain response, so he can get injured and not know it and that freaks him out because he nearly died one time from it, hence when Ash is referencing and did sort of say to him when they broke up, and Decay was sent to the military by his parents and just never left)

I hope you guys like it :,))