#dunno what to tag this

[corrctyhills]

[liveasbutterflies]

Byeon Woo Seok for Cartier x Harper's Bazaar '24

[daemon-in-my-head]

Um anyway that picrew made its way across my dash again and I couldn't help myself

You know that's their dynamic without me saying anything (and he's thanking her for it) and actually I see what ppl mean now.

[localmentallyillwriter]

FINALLY WRITING SOMETHING AGAIN !

What better to write than something with Chuuya :3 (this is the one that got randomly deleted 😭 and its kinda shit, but oh well)

Chuuya x gn! reader (implied relationships)

Genre: Fluff, i'd guess sfw, just a kiss, and VERY SLIGHTLY suggestive, like a very minute amount

Synopsis: Dragging him to bed >_<

Word count: 395

Fine for all to read :3

The melodic hum of Chuuya’s whistling carried through the small apartment from the balcony. Smoke curled around his light orange waves as he stared out at the warm sun outside, setting behind a wall of wispy clouds.

He tensed momentarily, his whole body alight with sudden alarm as he felt a pair of small hands sliding around his waist, before his thin pink lips curled into a smile, it was his partner, not a threat. He could relax.

“Hello dear, what are you doing up so late.” Chuuya whispered cooly, taking another big inhale of his cigarette as he groaned softly, feeling your face nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your soft skin melting against his. His free hand reached up to pat ur head softly, letting a gloved finger twirl around the strands.

“You weren’t in bed yet…I was getting lonely.” You mumbled, clutching onto him tighter, and tugging him back a bit.

“Ah…yeah…I guess I was just thinking…Its quite calming out here.” Chuuya mumbled, his strong body barely moving as he was tugged by you.

“..are you alright ?”

Chuuya didn’t answer that, he just stared ahead at the sky before he slowly put out his cigarette on the ash tray, the soft hiss of it breaking the silence. He turned in your hug to wrap his arms back around your body, pulling you closer.

“Lets get to bed.” He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as you two walked back inside, locked in each other’s arms.

As they reached the dimly lit bedroom, Chuuya took a deep calming inhale. It smelt like safety, the scent of you and the linger scent of candles that had been burnt before, flooded his nose. It looked like his, his trinkets and clothes around, your clothes strewn across and your own trinkets mixing around with his. It felt calm, his shoulders relaxing even more as his fingers dug more into your shirt, his socks rested against the warm, beige carpet.

His smiled became gentle, he glanced at you before taking your chin between his index and thumb and leaning closer, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss, his tongue just peeking out to lick at the soft plumpness of your lips. He pulled you towards the bed, your bodies sinking into it, arms still linked around each other's waists.

:D

Pretty short and quick, but i think its alright :3 I lob Chuuya sm, i would sell my soul js to kiss this man 🥺 /hj

[kristal-dang]

💙 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 💙 @ultrabean

And sorry if I'm late to post this, I quit Tumblr these days

[ariseur]

non-sexual intimacy is probably like one of the feelings one cannot encapsulate into words, at least for me. it’s something so special and something shared so closely between two people that i’d just like to fuse flesh with them just so i can truly hear their blood sing and can practically hear every thought that goes on in their head. being close, skin to skin, is not enough we must become one

[uugaylol]

wELL, i dont know what to say mfsf

villain donnie?

[shrxe]

hey guys! takin a lil break from tumblr. stuff irls been rly hitty and something happened rly bad that i cant go into detail. but im not gonna be online on tumblr, google chat, or discord for about 3 weeks. i might pop in sometimes but for now, i am a ghost. i love yall so much and please dont be worried about me im completely fine and if that fact changes i will notify you guys. if i dont get to notify tumblr then one of my friends will pop in and tell yall. probably nothing bad's gonna happen but @zephyrr-the-alien is one of my irl friends and will tell u if something rly bad happens. plz dont worry and stay safe!! i hope the new year goes well for all of you :)

intro post >.<

[smolmousepotato]

Tw: ooc, Boothill x fem!reader, tavern, bad writing ig, cringey i think

Midnight tavern

"What's a pretty lil' thing like ya doin' here eh?"

You can feel a warm waft of air trail the side of your neck as a figure corners you from behind. The night is still young.

You came to this tavern in hopes of drowning the day's fatigue with alcohol, with or without fun, you couldn't care less. But the relieving is a must.

Alone, you sit on a stool by the counter with your usual drink: a blueberry martini.

Your senses can't help but relish in the way the berries and vodka blend and soothe the raging storm within your soul. Everything is washed away, bit by bit along with each sip. By the end of the night, you'd expect a cleansed mood, free of annoyance and exhaust.

But this random guy who had been staring at you from across the counter might just create some more stress for you.

You were talking to the bartender when he rose from your peripheral vision. His tall form caught your attention. You notice the mechanical details on his body and the way he showed them off in a flashingly bold way.

The rim of his hat was overshadowing the half of his face. Gruffly, you see him approach.

The bartender left you with it, being occupied with another client.

And so that leads to you, being pressed against a wall by the man whose name you barely know.

He speaks to you in a low, rough voice with a thick Southern accent, towering his form over you. Chills were sent down your spine, and the alcohol in your system did the effect worse.

It felt hot. Amidst the crowd of the tavern, he traps you in one place, breathing heavily down your neck.

"Tell me."

"Just... for a little relief..." you reply with a quiet voice, looking away from his intense gaze.

"Mm, why do pretty lil' dolls like you need relief eh?"

"Personal stuff. Is it necessary for you to be this nosy?" You grumble, a little annoyed by the close proximity between you two.

"Hm, why, it ain't my business at all, in fact," the man leans back a little, noticing your annoyance. He chuckles, "I was just a lil' curious 'bout this pretty doll right here, so feisty ain't ya?"

"Not your business."

"Of course it ain't, cutie."

"What?"

"What? Got any problems 'bout that nickname I give?"

"Yeah. I don't even know you, and you're throwing nicknames at me."

"Aight, the name's Boothill. Pleasure to know your beautiful name?"

"Why should I even tell you..."

Afterwards, he eventually got your name. He grins and presses a brief little flirty kiss on your lips.

"See ya later, darlin'~"

You wouldn't think of a day you'd see someone's dignity missing like that.

He awaits you the next day you return, flirtatiously gazing at you. You can see him tip his hat.

Day after day, he'd be there, in the same spot you'd found him in since the first day, tipping his hat a little and grinning.

One day you step in to find his absence. A routine image, now you can't help but feel a little empty inside.

You take your seat, order your usual and chillax.

You sigh. Perhaps that flirt was entertaining after all.

Drink after drink, you venture forth beyond your forte, intoxicating yourself by midnight, when the tavern lessens its people.

That is when a certain man walks in, all bloody and staggering. He had a duel with another outlaw and took a bullet in the arm. The blood was the other's.

He sees you, limping over the counter, probably passed out cold. A closer distance; he smells alcohol and a mixed scent of multiple berries.

With a chuckle, he asks the bartender for some bandage and wraps his "wound" up.

His eyes wander back to where you sat, his heart swell with a need to wrap his arms around your form and pick you up.

But that'd be weird if he does, right?

So he tries his best to ignore it and acts casual, walking past you like nothing happened.

——

But she wasn't fully asleep. She can pick up the metallic scent of blood from where she sits, and it alerts her from her slumber.

His steps come to a halt when he felt a light force tugging at his arm. He turns around, a smile gracing his lips.

She, a small little thing who picked up the sense of danger and decided to be awake, though a tad bit sleepy.

"Well, what's this huh?" He chuckles, "clingy all out of a sudden?"

He can hear little grumbles from her, signifying her unclear annoyance towards him.

"Tell me, doll," he swoops in, his arms on the counter, trapping her from above, "would you?"

"Hah?"

"Would you care... if I walk in... this bloody?"

"I mean who doesn't? You look like you were dying."

"Yeaaaah, but still, that's just a side question. Here's the real one dollie, answer it honestly."

"50-50. Depends."

"Stop that."

He leans closer, his lips about to touch the shell of her ear when he whispers, "miss me?"

That sent shivers down her spine, making her weak in the knees and blank in the mind. That caused her heart to race like it's never before.

That makes her realize that she craves his presence.

"No." She spats, feigning annoyance.

———

You hear him chuckle.

"Y'know liars don't get to live so long."

"I wasn't lying."

"Sure thing, hun."

His hand grasps at her chin, pulling it upwards so that her head leans back. Those grey, unique eyes gaze into hers in a certain way that stirs up the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"Mmmh... what a sweet lil' thing, ain't ya?"

A pause of silence, where he looks into your eyes and solidifies you with all those feelings.

"Consent?"

"What?"

"A kiss?"

You look hesitantly at him, but your body has a mind of its own to decide on what must be done. Your hand wanders to the collar of his shirt, gripping it and pulling it down until his lips press against yours.

There was a slight halt in his breathing, as his eyes widened and his lips slightly agaped. But that was a brief moment before he dived right in, carrying passion with his kiss.

Your lips lock in a palpable passion, where your hands grip the back of his head and his hand rubs your body all over.

He chuckles as the kiss breaks. His hand grabs you by the collar and yanks you away from the stool.

"Get down 'ere, you sly lil' minx."

The alcohol in your system exposes you to being a little staggering, and an extra bit of flirtatiousness.

You grin, looking up from your height, into his eyes. There was affection and amusement in those eyes.

And then your lips collide in an intense kiss, once again. His arm wraps itself around your waist and tightens, pulling your body into his, and encouraging you to hold onto him.

So your hands do. They grasp onto his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

His hands then snake themselves under your body and pick you up, carrying you to the inn next to the tavern.

———

And then behind doors, each and every one of their kisses further lightens up the passion that has been suppressed within their hearts in fear of rejection. But now they both accept one another's feelings and are already in the same bed, it's clear that the passion blooms into lust and whatever comes afterward.

Perhaps the cowboy has found his place where he belongs, and so has she.

[malicious-devourer]

something that's been on my mind a lot because it isn't talked about enough- here are my three personal rules for those who have "problematic" fictionkins

1. being kin of a villain/morally wrong character, being from an problematic media or creator, etc, does NOT mean we support or condone any of their actions. we shouldn't have to "prove" to you that we're good people. you don't control who you're kin of. if any of you mfs start condoning illegal or unethical shit your kins have done though, this rule doesn't apply- go fuck yourself

2. you can still be happy about being kin of the characters. villain characters often have so much more to them than just "being evil". this goes to an extent, of course, but you deserve to feel comfortable with your kins and talk about them to people who will listen. DON'T TALK ABOUT TRIGGERING THINGS YOUR KIN HAS DONE AROUND OTHERS!! GIVE TRIGGER WARNINGS‼️ just as a general rule of thumb be wary of common triggers and be mindful of others. use your common sense

3. lastly, just be nice to others. there are going to be people who still view you negatively because of your kins no matter what you say or do. just leave them be, and don't let them get you down. if someone doesn't want to interact with you, just respect their wishes for christ's sake.

yeah there it is folks ;p just got tired of all the bs surrounding this topic and felt like it should be addressed

[solthar]

Had nothing to post really so I decided to post little bit of Solthar / Sethos comics before doing Sethos character!!

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[syltheanti]

Man I tried canned boba and it was good until the pearls slid out the can. I did NOT like the texture. Bleh....Gross....

Okay I gotta go now bye bye

[bigfan1811]

I had this idea about an anime where the protagonist lives in a world of mecha but builds and pilots an iron man-esque power armor instead

[zoxxol]

Our boi blue

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Godzilla: When I first met you, I did not like you.

Kong: I'm aware of that.

Godzilla: But then you and I had some time together.

Kong: Uh-huh?

Godzilla: It did not get better.

[aubris-fox]

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@codderanged <3

AA ty omg 😭 ❤️❤️❤️ youre also wonderful gang