#but my brainrot is still brainrotting

[critterofthenight]

look i've got a dagger earring (✧ω✧)

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[thecmaly]

can't even cat nap in peace 😾

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more windbreaker comics

[juniperarts]

I think they'd get along well, don't you? 🕶

This is based off of a scene in my fav ATSV fic called 'Five Times Pavitr isn't Affected by the Spider-Man Luck'

[redcallisto]

Kieran my baby boy. someone take him to a therapist please

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[choccy-milky]

💖🎊the end, & thank you for reading!!🎊💖

im so thankful for all the support i got on this story, and i wouldn't have finished it if not for all of you, and for the love i got for seb and clora. so thank you again for giving me the motivation to write this 600k+ monster, and to see it through to the very end. LOVE YALL💖🫶 (ao3/wattpad)

[tanblaque]

[madeleinefjall]

i just love them

[novaneondream]

the loml perhaps

[chibisfanartcave]

*throws ingo art up here and runs away*

[twilights-stuff]

Little Poolverine headcanon that shortly after they started dating, Wade starts noticing that Logan has two alarms, one at 5:30 am and another at 6:00 am. Since Wade knows Logan usually gets up at 6 to start his day, do some chores and prepare for construction work, he wonders what the 5:30 alarm is for. He brings it up to Logan at times, who inevitably brushes it off and eventually Wade thinks nothing of it. Turns out, Logan has an alarm 30 mins before his waking time just so he can have 30 mins morning cuddle time with Wade. Often times, Wade is still sound asleep at this hour so he's not exactly aware that THE WOLVERINE wakes up 30 mins or early before 6 am just so he can show his unbridled affection to his amazing boyfriend (and soon-to-be-husband). Logan would wrap his arms tighter around Wade, kiss him on his forehead or his face or his shoulder or basically anywhere he can reach. He'd rub his face on him, maybe inhaling more of Wade's scent, all the while purring softly as he gazes at the other man lovingly, like he can't believe he's able to live this life all because of Wade motherfucking Wilson. Wade only finds out because he woke up early and pretended to be asleep to see what Logan was up to during those times. That's all, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[stil-lindigo]

into the hobie-verse! (inspired by all the hobie concept art)

prints

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

love wins <3

[artkaninchenbau]

Thief! (Don't stop! 💙)

[choccy-milky]

part 3 to my modern AU 💞🍺 (part 1 / part 2)