#ask to tag👍

[lemongogo]

sister hunna will see u now

[thedivinetexts]

Ghost sharing you with the rest of the 141, simply because he honestly can't keep up with your sex drive. Ghost fucking loves you, but he isn't in the mood that often. It's a wonderful thing when he is — he always gets you sobbing from pleasure with his nice, thick cock and dirty words spilling from his mouth — but it just doesn't happen much. Between his chronic pain flaring up or his ptsd rearing its head he finds it a little difficult to want to fuck you as often as you'd like him to. He knows you're more insatiable than him and he feels guilty sometimes, not being able to keep up; even though you have never and would never complain about the infrequency of sex.

Takes a while for him to come to terms with it. Takes a bit longer for him to decide on what he thinks is the only suitable option; let his mates, the men he trusts with his life, have their way with you. Starting with the one he trusts most.

It's nerve-wracking the first time he lends you to Captain Price, some cynical part of him worried that you'll like it a bit too much and decide Ghost isn't worth sticking around for. Ghost shouldn't have been worried though — Price sends along a video of him fucking you, assumedly recorded just seconds before. The noises you make are loud and filthy. You're clearly cockdrunk and almost incomprehensible when you whine. But when Price growls the question in your ear, you don't hesitate.

"Tell us who you belong to, sweetheart, go on. Who owns you, darlin?"

"S-Simon!" You moan, nearly sobbing it out. Ghost's hand is on his clothed cock as he watches you cry and squirm. "Ah, 'm Simon's! Please, please, fuck, please!"

Price chuckles and the video cuts just as his hips speed up. A moment after Ghost is finished watching, a text pops up underneath it.

> Got yourself a good one.

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[starlooping]

this song has been stuck in my mind for several months tbh. everyone check out MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) by @starvingnarcissistmusic (sorry for the tag) . its awesome. does a cool pose.

edit: as someone, who had thsi song stuck in my head for month i still somehow managed to get the lyrics wrong. electric chair for op (me). it's supposed to be '"if nowhere is home". oh well XD

[sualne]

viola

[wizerdbattle]

Silverborn was huge for people who are weird about familial and familial-adjacent relationships. Morrigan and Jupiter, for one. Morrigan and Jack. Morrigan and Ezra. Morrigan and the Darlings. Morrigan and Meredith. Meredith and Margot. Jack and Jupiter. Noelle and Gigi. Bertram and Morrigan. Bertram and Ornella. Bertram and Corvus. Bertram and Jupiter. Jupiter and Rosamund. Rinaldo and Vesta. Okay I'll be honest I forget the others but there's SO many crammed into the one book, I'm so happy about it :)

[ping-ski]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @crystalmagpie447 !! tosses fistful of confetti and skitters away

[the-meme-monarch]

whatever get capsei’d

(fifth one is based on a doodle here and also a thing I’m writing)

if you ship scc go away from me👍 them’s brothers

[esteemed-excellency]

btw if it wasn't already clear: every single one of my ocs is on the aro spectrum for the simple reason that I have no idea how cishet romantic attraction works

[entitybear]

I love drawing others ocs and various fun lil guys. if u can I'd love to draw em for you. Feel free to dm or send an ask here for questions. Or to ask for other messaging options like my discord. If all else fails, my email for commissions is in the directions for proceeding with each commission. Thanks for reblogging or considering 👍

[good-beansdraws]

They made Alien Stage merch of the singers being treated inhumanely in Anakt Garden? ;__;

Milgram

I'm still reeling that they released such intense art as merch.... At the same time it's not like I'm complaining -- wanting to draw this with 0 hesitation only proved I am also not immune to "Let's put those guys in situations 👁👁"

Small descriptions of these scenes under the cut, then some overall au thoughts because this got my brain going...

Mahiru is always speaking of romance and her heart racing -- the aliens want to test just how fast she can go before "overheating."

Amane always enjoyed singing as part of a choir, but the aliens hope to isolate just her voice, and every piece of it, no matter how long she must stand and sing for them.

Kotoko is quick at improvisation in both her music and in a fight, so they wish to find out exactly what makes her tick in these different areas.

Fuuta's big mouth is what makes him stand out in Alien Stage -- they consider straightening his crooked teeth to make him more marketable before deciding on a fang.

Haruka has always been deceptively strong to the smaller members of Anakt Garden, so the aliens only analyze him in a state of weakness.

Mikoto struggles daily with the breathing and circulation issues from the lab, only allowing himself to break when the cameras are down.

I chose the assignments based on the pics themselves, and only afterwards started looking into the overall au -- compared to typical Milgram assignments, I feel like these made for some really interesting dynamics:

Mahiru meets the prodigy Amane in Anakt Garden and takes her under her wing. She obsesses over romance as a general idea, but it's mainly the vision of a complete, happy family that she's dreaming of. Therefore she's optimistic for a tie, and that the two can become a family at the end of Alien Stage -- until Round 1 stops all her dreams short.

Amane had always spoken of god and the universe, and the others find themselves finally listening only after she’s gone. (It mainly affects Mahiru, but I like the fact that Fuuta can still call her his god.) Mahiru reflects on their time together -- though Amane had a big heart, spending time with her caretakers often left her quiet and stoic. Mahiru remembers meeting her in her perfect, doll-frilled dress and vowing to take care of her.

Someone as strong-willed and rebellious as Kotoko has always hated how 03060809 play along with Alien Stage -- she is their self appointed enemy for aiding the aliens in killing other humans. Deep down, though, Mahiru’s shining light has given her hope. She can hardly admit to herself what strong feelings she's developed for Mahiru, much less tell her outright. She focuses all her efforts to fight aliens and corrupt humans til the end. She isn't afraid to smash guitars and throw some punches along the way.

At the same time, Kotoko has never noticed the person idolizing her in silence: Fuuta. Even when she lashes out at him, he's inspired by her strength and intensity. He can tell she doesn't feel the same toward him, so he keeps his growing, touchstarved crush a secret. He's also willing to fight the whole way, even finding a flaming escape opportunity for them as kids (to which Kotoko argues she isn't a coward, and needs to stay and fight.) It isn't until he sees his idol lose her fire that he finally stops and hands the win over. He gets in one violent, rash show of love before it's all extinguished in the rain.

Alongside them, Mikoto becomes a fan favorite to the public. The asthmatic with a gentle side and violently self-preserving one is a huge hit. (Something about Mikoto’s mvs being the most popular for a while.) He earns win after win, no matter the health and memory issues that haunt him. Any time a performance gets too risky, John takes matters into his own hands to make sure they come out on top.

Though it's harder for him to physically evoke Amane's relationship with Mahiru in round 5, he knows how to play into right lyrics: "make me your god, I can give you everything." It's easier for him to act as Fuuta, giving Kotoko a Deep Cover moment of guilt that she'd gotten him killed by fighting for the wrong things. In a twist of irony from canon, Kotoko says her final words in Mahiru’s arms, and Mahiru is the one left feeling responsible for the loss...

Back in their childhood, Haruka and Mikoto had found themselves outcasts together. Haruka was always afraid of Mikoto after witnessing his violence against the other children (I think it'd be weird to switch around victims so maybe it was both of their faults that Haruka’s suster died.) But at the same time, a part of him kept coming back and seeking Mikoto's attention because he admired him so much.

After being rescued from a disastrous Alien Stage round, the others in the resistance were taken in by Haruka’s innocent shyness. Regardless of his protests at poor public speaking, his heart earned him the spot of leader. He is willing throw himself in the path of danger to protect the people he cares about -- an admired trait until it actually does get him killed.

(And a bonus Yuno for Bones :D)

[l1ght-n1ghts]

what’s a snake, anyway?

[kerizaret]

[4/5] Dear my fellows - Chapter 4 || Ootori Emu

[lacobus]

yanno i love the idea that mark is a huge cuddler auugh especially when you hug him to your chest and stroke his hair. i just want him to get a good night's sleep yoh T-T

i think that the more he gets into hero work as invincible the more satisfying it is to have him cuddle you 😇

somehow im inclined to say that it feels good to feel him bulk up and have his muscle firm up. you can kind of feel it when you're drawing shapes along his back and when he shifts in his sleep.

i also think that mark wakes up when you stop stroking his hair ☹️👋

i think him sleeping soundly depends on you being able to have this bedtime routine with him where you pull him into your embrace and mess with his hair. when you arent around, like if he's on missions elsewhere, i think he sleeps a little less comfortably.

[akito-shinonome-daily]

Akito visiting his boyfrend(s) (Tsukasa, Rui, and/or Toya)

➥ pretend mita, arata, souma, and all the other npcs are behind the camera

[beefcakekinard]

Bucktommy + 1 (palm kisses)

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

1. palm kisses

Tommy knocks on the bedroom door. "Evan? You awake, sweetheart?"

There's rustling in the sheets as Evan turns over. He's just come off a rough 48, and Tommy kind of hates to wake him, but Evan insisted on getting up by noon - and Tommy knows all too well how important it is to keep a consistent sleep schedule. He steps into their bedroom and up to their bed, and smiles at Evan's sleepy pout.

"C'mere," Evan mumbles. He flaps the hand resting on the sheets by Tommy's hip. Tommy takes it in his own, brings it up to kiss Evan's knuckles. The smile that gets him is syrupy-sweet and dawns across Evan's face like sunrise. There's not a lot Tommy wouldn't do for that smile.

He pulls the sheets back and climbs onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until he can swing a leg over Evan's body. Evan settles his hands on Tommy's thighs, drags them up and down, slowly; he slips his fingertips under the hem of Tommy's denim shorts.

"Hey there, handsome, you come here often?" Tommy asks, looking down at Evan from where he's straddling his hips. He settles more of his weight into the cradle of Evan's pelvis, rests his hands on the soft give of Evan's stomach.

"Mm, not often enough," Evan says with a pointed waggle of his eyebrows that makes Tommy laugh.

He leans down, his hands balanced on either side of Evan's face, and stops when they're nose to nose. He nuzzles the side of his nose against Evan's, briefly, pulls back when Evan tries to turn it into a kiss. Evan whines in protest and Tommy has a passing thought that there's no reason why that should make his heart melt. Drop the 'should's, he hears his therapist say, and dismisses the thought altogether.

He presses his lips to Evan's chin. "Can I help you?" he teases. Evan wriggles under him.

"Kiss me," Evan says and God - Tommy's heart leaps in his chest. He's so in love with this man it's ridiculous.

"Patience," he says, instead of any of the thousand half-thoughts racing through his head on the theme of Loving Evan Buckley. He kisses underneath the jut of Evan's chin, next, down his throat to his Adam's apple. He lingers there for a breath before he moves, on, down, to the base of Evan's throat and over, to the curve where his neck meets his shoulder.

He meets the neckline of Evan's t-shirt and Evan sighs, like he's as disappointed as Tommy is by the way it keeps him from Evan's skin. Tommy nuzzles across the fabric until he reaches the hem of the sleeve on Evan's upper arm. His access to Evan's skin restored, Tommy presses a lingering kiss to his biceps - huffing a laugh against the skin there when Evan flexes. He tucks his grin into the soft skin above the inside of Evan's elbow and nips at it, soothes it with a kiss when Evan gasps.

Tommy continues down Evan's arm, kissing a gentle trail until he reaches the base of Evan's hand. He curls his own hand underneath, cradling it like it's fragile, precious. He starts with the swell under Evan's thumb, kisses up each segment until he reaches the pad, then he moves over to Evan's pointer finger. He repeats the same steps each time, smiling when Evan's fingers twitch against his lips. Finally, after pressing his lips to the pad of Evan's pinky finger, he kisses the centre of his palm. He pauses there, holds the moment like he holds Evan's hand, then turns to make eye contact, holding Evan's hand pressed up against his cheek.

Evan's eyes are wide, his pupils blown, cheeks flushed a pretty pink that matches the berry-red of his birthmark. He exhales, the breath shuddering from his throat, and blinks. Tommy is taken by the sweep of his eyelashes against his pink, pink cheeks.

Wordlessly, soundlessly, Tommy repositions, settling back to hover over Evan's face. He thumbs the corner of Evan's lips and they open, just for him. Slipping his thumb to the hinge of Evan's jaw, he finally leans forward and settles their lips together. Evan's hand slides back, holding Tommy in place by the back of his head and he'd tell him there's no point - but that would mean losing the feeling of Evan's lips pressing into his own.

For now, he lets Evan know he isn't going anywhere the best way he can think to - with the pressure of his lips, the gentle sweep of his tongue, and the weight of his body, pressing Evan down into the mattress.