#THEYRE SOFT

[4-nomalie]

Unfinished, just like my works and assignments 🥹

Bruh, i wanted to draw a hurt-comfort chaggie, but it turned out only 'hurt', just imagine the comfort part yea?

(idk how to draw scars)

[leslie057]

nancy keeps getting carried to bed

mike doesnt get it (she has two legs doesnt she)

[saintekitty]

after work (5/?)

[shadow--writer]

Hemmlooo for the kisses prompt may I pls gettt~

After a heated session, they admire their flushed partner and softly place a peck on the cheek.

For Maeve and Dez 👉👈 hehe

I uhhhh went a lil off the rails. Just a lil 🤏 (circus au because OF COURSE <3) also this is a continuation of what you wrote because >:D @misery-lake

She woke with the sunrise to the sounds of the others preparing breakfast outside.

Her body was achy and stiff, but she still smiled. Dez was asleep next to her, their bodies tangled together in a heap.

They were flushed, sweaty and still nude. The way his skin pressed up against hers was a delicious feeling she savoured, curling her legs around his further. 

She remained that way for a moment, and only a moment, before her mind started to wander. Getting out of her wagon was going to be tricky. She might have to sneak him out so no one sees. 

No matter. 

She loosened her legs and propped herself up on her elbows to admire him, he looked a bit blissed out with that crooked, goofy, smile she loved of his playing across his lips. His hair was a tangled mess though, he had the worst case of bedhead she’d ever seen, and she always looked like bats lived in her hair when she woke up.

“We better get going, mo bhláth,” she murmured, brushing his curls away from his forehead. He wrinkled his nose at her words, cracking one eye open to show his displeasure. She only laughed, letting her fingers trace the curves of his face. “We have things to do.”

“Everyone else can wait,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. 

She started untangling herself from him, ignoring his whines as she moved away from his warmth. 

“Oh quit your complaining,” she laughed. “We do have things to get to. Like breakfast.” Her stomach growled a bit at the thought. 

He only scoffed and turned over. “Eh, fuck breakfast.”

She hummed a laugh in response, planting a kiss on his cheek before swinging her legs out of bed. She grabbed the navy robe that was haphazardly thrown on the ground, pulling it on to pretend she had some decency and modesty while she hunted around for something to wear. 

“You’re cruel,” Dez mumbled into her pillows, watching her tie the robe’s belt around her waist. She didn’t miss the way he looked over her figure, her ears going a bit hot under his gaze. 

Ignoring her blush, she winked at him, brushing her hair over one shoulder to work at the knots. “You love me for it.”

Quick as a snake he reached over the bed to swat her ass. 

She squealed, her face scrunching up with laughter as he tugged her back into bed with him. 

He buried his face in her neck, arms wound tight around her waist. “Stay?”

She laughed, leaning back into his touch. He was hard to argue with. “Okay.”

[trollbreak]

*pointing at marrow and dex, sobbing* ur honor, he cares that guy.....

[stucky-just-stucky]

@rillils RILLSLLSLSLSLSLLSLSSSSS !!!!!!!!!! OUR BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THYE LOOK SO JGOODDDDDDDD OH MY GODDDDDDD

✧ "𝙸 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍."

✧ "𝙸 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

ɪɢ x  ᴛᴡɪᴛ x

[totaldramafan-lauri]

So, I got to my mom's house today, and got practically jumpscared by these three on my bed! She just decided to buy them for me on a whim!? O__O

R-random, but.....not complaining! >v<

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

Ugh! Fools!

[tawnysoup]

“I’m just not used to it.”

[sashiavis-reblogs]

I'm just obsessed with them is that such a criME?

oh to be alhaitham and kaveh's third roommate. less of a stray, more of a tax-paying citizen of sumeru city who mellows the two of them out. mediates by your nature.

you listen to kaveh's rants and ravings, let him show you his blueprints and new inspirations, and inspire him in kind with casual beauties you bring him. a padisarah in full bloom you found by the market. a seashell, found on the shores of yazahada pool, carried in from the ocean by the rivers current.

you sit quiet with alhaitham. you pet his hair after long days, lean against his side during the kinder ones. he likes when you read over his shoulder or have your nose in your own book. you start keeping a book of crossword puzzles on the coffee table, topped with a black ink pen, and you'll ask alhaitham to do one with you when the mood strikes.

(nsfw)

you cow them both into being a bit more... reasonable with one and other. they're oil and water, sun and moon, sky and sea. you remind alhaitham that antagonizing kaveh with staunch logic isn't the best way to resolve a conflict. you remind kaveh that not everything he feels is a personal slight is intended to be taken in such a way.

you are the jar that hold the oil and water. the star bed that carries the sun and moon. solid earth that keeps the sky tethered and the sea close.

alhaitham takes your recommendation for books seriously-- dives into fiction at your request. his assistant at the akademiya catches him reading what could only be called a "smut novel" between meetings. kaveh drags you into the study and kisses you breathless on the comfy chaise lounge in the corner, pushing you into the cushions and telling you sweetly-- "stay just like that." sketches you. paints you. memorizes the contours and curves of you.

when you tumble into bed, it's a dance.

kaveh maps out the curves of you with soft, long-fingered hands. leaves scratches and opened-mouthed kisses in his wake. kaveh wants to feel you. the rush of heat that comes when he sucks a bruise into your neck. the breath that rushes from your lungs when you let out a pretty keen.

alhaitham wants to know you. wants to learn you in the most intimate way. he wants to know the best angles to crook his finger inside you, the positions that make your eyes roll back in your skull. there's something about rendering you-- someone so horribly intentional, kind, present-- into a puddle, at his hand, that alhaitham quietly adores. shows you, more than tells you. you never leave bed without a limp, or a drooling web of slick and spunk stickying your thighs.

you drag them close. glut yourself on them. watch starry eyes when they kiss, whimper at the way they both go weak for teasing. you spit in your palms and tug at them both, watch with a split smile when kaveh has to duck his head into alhaitham's neck. overcome with just a little touch.

it's all reciprocal. you trade teeth marks (and in alhaitham's case, chomps) and have a schedule for who cooks dinner each night. you link arms with kaveh on the way to the market and steal sips of alhaithams tea before bed. you all attempt to steal the duvet during the night, so you propose to invest in another to keep folded at the end of your shared mattress.

you're grateful, to have fallen into step with them

[kingzombear]

I saw you write “Bear” next to Ragatha and forgot it was your water mark, but now in my mind Ragatha had a bear build ☺️

Also your art is top tier 👌

Bearagatha is REAL gooseworx is my mom. Ragatha has a teddy bear named Andy

I like to think she drew her tummy hair on with felt marker cause she felt (lol) like it. Also, I don't think anyone here has nails girl 🧐

[goosebumpsoup-honeypie]

wauw sebastian's migraine trio wip

[sunflowernovak]

old married couple

[breadhoundpng]

Guys i think he really likes his gay slug princess or something

And they were both boys hmhmmmgm mwah mwah (posted the finished piece :33)

[rotshi]

"Red and Blue"

[mintedwitcher]

"I'll try my damndest to make it to the wedding," AND THEN HE DID. HE DID. HE FOUGHT A BEAST OF A FIRE ALL NIGHT LONG, MOST OF THE DAY AS WELL, AND STILL DRAGGED HIS EXHAUSTED, FILTHY, SOOTY ASS TO THE HOSPITAL TO BE WITH BUCK.

You literally cannot tell me that Tommy Kinard doesn't actually care about Evan Buckley. It would've been so much easier to call Buck and say "I'm sorry I can't make it, I just got off shift and I'm exhausted, I need to shower and sleep, raincheck on the date?"

But no. Tommy Kinard, man that he is, made sure to get to the hospital to at least offer congratulations to his old friend. To be there for at least part of his date with Evan.

I will never recover from this, actually. When Lou said that they were thriving, he really meant it.