#bit suggestive

[alexthetrashyracoon]

He finds you standing behind the main building of the base you were stationed at. A cigarette loosely between your lips as you scroll through your social media accounts. Too deep to not hear Simon coming.

“Smoking will kill you one day.”

His voice, gravely and deep, it reminds you for some reason you can’t make out anymore, of the paths you walked as a child through the mountains, those paths gave you excitement and calmness, make you jump, almost dropping your phone. But lucky you, you keep yourself together

“Just like getting shot at. I prefer to go out on my own terms.” You shake your head and watch Simon pick the cigarette from between your lips. He pulls his mask up, like always when on base he hides his face, and sticks the cigarette between his chapped lips, you can make out small scars from knives or his own skin picking, but as always you don’t say anything about it.

But you watch him take one drag after another, you follow the stream of smoke up to the sky before returning to look at Simon again. Simon whose lips quirk up to a grin when he realizes how much you stare at his lips and you turn away to hide your embarrassment.

Simon is having none of it, instead he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest. “Since when are we shy, lovely?” He asks and takes the last drag from his, no your, cigarette and throws the butt to the ground.

Only you don’t care about the environmental pollution, not with the way Simon presses his lips, hot and rough, against yours, his hands still wrapped around your hips, giving you no way out. Not that you want a way out with how easily your arms wrap around his neck and breath in the smoke he has kept in his mouth only to exhale it into yours again.

When your head starts spinning and your breath gets cut short from the intensity of his kiss, you were trained to hold your breath for longer than that, why was it that Simon fucking Riley made it so much harder? Simon breaks the kiss off and you stumble with weak knees against the wall in your back.

“Don’t go out on me before I get a chance to take you out!” He grins before he pulls his mask back down and leaves without looking back, leaving you head spinning and breathless without a single thought in your head aside from…

“Wait… was this… did he just ask me out?!”

[rebeltigera]

Bit suggestive :3

[isame-allen]

Transformationnnn

Still tryna make a design for Nev

He got no backstory tho, he’s just like that

[dirtflunk]

deranged freaks. absolute weirdos. throw rocks at them

[hansoeii]

crowley

[bamsara]

You know those follower forms in game with the facepaint/makeup? Yeahhhhh. At least Narinder tried his best (or worst on purpose)

Alternate ending:

[locusfandomtime]

compilation of all the iconic insane mumbo jumbo posts

wanted to get them all in one place. feel free to add

[bluegiragi]

big d stands for big demeanour (inspired by this mini thread-fic by queeniebgalore on twitter - it is nsfw like immediately so be wary)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[dunmeshi-darlings]

[jsketch12]

lesbian elf love......

[morganbritton132]

AU where Tim, age nine, walked three miles to his neighbor’s house, held up his bleeding hand to Alfred, and asked if he could please have a bandaid. He got stitches instead, and a hug from Dick, who squeezed him tight and asked, “Can we keep him?”

And then Tim never went home again.

He learns gymnastics with Dick and reads in the library with Jason. He shows Alfred how to reset the wifi and rambles on to Bruce about his latest obsession (shipwrecks), and he never sees his parents again.

Behind the scenes, there was a kid left alone in a mansion while a whole international incident played out. It included a kidnapping, a ransom, a failed hostage negotiation, and two dead parents never coming home.

It pokes at a wound in Bruce when he is told about the Drakes and he has always been productive in tragedy. He knows how to shove the hurt away and build something strong on top of it.

The adoption was seamless. The sell of the Drake Estate was effortless. The trust for Tim. The memorial. The scholarships in Jack and Janet’s names. Bruce does it all methodical and singleminded.

And somewhere. Somehow. They forget to tell Tim.

Sometimes he misses his mom and dad. He misses his old room and being alone in a big house, but months turn to years and he likes it here. He really does. He has brothers here and Alfred, and they say they’re his family. He likes that.

They said they wanted to keep him, so they kept him. Kept him forever.

Then Damian is there.

Tim comes home and there’s a new boy, about the age he was when they got him. Tim asks in a whisper, “Did they take you too?”

[homriette]

I forgor to post this tooo here's me putting more outfits on Reina asdsadas

this whole idea came from an aggie tho... I just took it too seriously

[isame-allen]

There’s a “draw your ship” meme or something on tumblr and I don’t think I could find it right now from the original source

But it would be very good I think for Dream and Lovesick Cross

Somewhat NSFW (I not a good judge of how nsfw something is)

Character 1 is Insanely Stressed(TM) and character 2 is labeled “wants to suck the stress directly out of their dick”

I’m not really asking if you’d draw it, I’m just presenting the idea to you. if you wanna draw it that is up to you I’m just spinning them in my head rjdjdh

The result actually took most stress out of dream surprisingly

[glassedplanets]

more sketches! zs on the brain

[time-slink]

purrstmaster pearl… no sorry i’ll leave

[turnipoddity]

something about the gordons….