#hehehe. yeah

[vinestaff]

for what it's worth, i was telling the truth when I said I enjoyed working with you

[doctorsiren]

“It would eat you alive, Sixer”

(Available as a print on my Etsy shop)

[stilitrash]

BRO I rewatched ALL adventure time as an adult and Ice king SURE says some... interesting stuff huh

[youre-dreaming-302]

Heaven’s 愛 302 - PlayStation 2 - 2003

[tempo-takoyaki]

Memories of the past.

[kabukiaku]

a self-indulgent hunter cause i've been rewatching the owl house 💜🎃

[fruitydiaz]

the way oliver and tim talk about this season is so funny. you’re telling me oliver just decided he was going to be bisexual this season and tim wasn’t thinking about it until he needed to bring in someone else bc arielle was unavailable for the air rescue so he called up lou and said hey do you want to come back on the show. also im gonna make one of those bitches gay i think what do you think about that? and lou was like hell yeah brother and then tim was like oh shit but eddie’s with what’s her name (marisol) so he can’t be gay yet. and then oliver walked by tim’s office a few times holding a bi pride flag and tim said oh shit. buck can be bi. lou do you want to make out with oliver and lou said no. i will kiss him tenderly and sweetly though. and tim said. we can work with that.

[healpimp]

welcome to my heavyscout mind

[kenchann]

nyo ace rkgk

[hungharrington]

what about jealous steve…

ok it’s not quite jealous steve, more like possessive steve but that’s cos i half wrote it and then came back and i’m not wasting precious writing <3 ok mwah as always, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+

You and Steve split up for all of 10 minutes before he’s back at your side, one hand sliding into your back pocket, kissing the side of your head in hello.

The kiss burns lightly where it's pressed into your hair. The usual party music dwindles in the background, playing from the other room.

“Hey sweetheart,” He murmurs, voice all low.

He ducks his head low to press another kiss to your skin, this time against the heat of your neck. You squirm at the sudden attention and smile apologetically at your friend, almost flustered, and turn to him.

“Hi,” You smile up at him through your lashes. “What’s that special greeting for?”

“Nothin’,” Steve hums, smiling back, even as his hand in your pocket gives a little squeeze. He’s got that flush he always gets after one or two beers, colouring his face.

He gives you a little tug sideways, towards him. “C'mon, I wanna talk to you.”

You huff a laugh but follow him all the same, leaving with a quick wave to your friend over your shoulder. Steve’s hand slips from your back pocket to tangle with your hand and he leads you through the living room and out to the hallway. Doors line it and Steve seems to know exactly where he’s heading.

“Sure,” You laugh a bit, on the adoring side. “We totally came to this party so we talk to each other—“ Steve pushes through one of the doors, revealing an empty bedroom. “— in an empty bedroom.”

Behind you, the door snips shut. Steve turns and steals a glance at the drink in your hand, plucking it from you without any warning.

“Hey!” You say, as he puts it down on a surface behind him. “I was drin—oh,”

In one fluid motion, Steve steps in and backs you up against the door, one hand settling on your waist. The other curls beneath your chin, cradling your jaw and you barely get a moment to gasp before his lips are on yours.

Hot and desperate, Steve kisses you like you’re a feast for him to devour— fierce kisses, little nips, adoring little noises as he finally gets his lips on you like he’s been dreaming of all night.

You make a soft noise in your throat, a sound of appreciation. Your hands travel up to rest on his chest, fingers twining around the collar of his polo.

Pulling back, Steve’s delighted to see you already look a little messy — your lips pinker than normal, your eyes wider, darker.

“Really?” He asks, his voice low and teasing. Steve leans in and kisses your neck again, in the same place he did put in the living room. His breath is hot against your skin when he murmurs against your skin? “You didn’t think we’d end up here?”

Something in the gravel of his tone makes your back arch, something warm thrumming within you as Steve begins to suckle the skin of your neck. Fuck, you think, beginning to pant, Of course he’s going for a hickey.

“I- uh,” Your voice is already soaked in a sigh, your fingers clenching over his shoulders tightly as pleasure begins to drool through your core.

Steve continues before you can even answer his first question. His hand on your waist moves, shifting down til he’s grabbing at the apex of your thigh. His fingers dig into the swell of your ass, cupping it so he can pull you forward — right as his thigh slots between yours easily.

“You think i could come to these parties,” He breathes, moving your hips for you. “with you, looking this fucking hot,” You pant beneath him. “and not need to leave a mark?”

Following his word true, his hot mouth reattaches to your neck, sucking with fervor this time. His hand on your ass moves and finds its place in your back pocket again, squeezing and dragging your hips forward once more.

The other shifts down squeeze at your chest, his deft fingers rubbing over your nipple with eased practice. You moan prettily, rutting down against the denim, the friction downright sinful.

Your hands have a mind of their own, still moving up, and now they twist into the hair at the nape of his neck. Steve’s moves on to a new spot on your neck now, further down, and you’re helpless to do anything but let him.

Something in your cunts throbs at the possessiveness. You could very happily do this all night. The ambience of the party just behind the door slips away almost completely.

Steve pulls back after a couple of minutes, lips sheened with spit, his hair a mess from how you’ve been dragging your hands through it. His heavy eyes drag slowly from your marked up neck down to where you’re still grinding onto his thigh. His cock thickens in his jeans.

“Fuck,” He sighs, the sound rough in his throat. He moves his other hand down so he’s holding your hips, dragging your hips forward at his own, controlled pace. You nudge against his hard on with every motion.

“You don’t do this for anyone else, do you?” He asks, a dash of a smirk on his face. Smug. Possessive. Adored with you. You shake your head, each of your breaths lilted with a moan.

“Just you,” You say, knowing what he wants to hear. You know your boyfriend, so you know exactly why he’s pulled you in here and marked up your neck— and it only fuels your lust. “Only you, Steve,”

Steve’s cock twitches in his pants, his breath catching in his throat.

“God, fuck this party,” He mutters, diving in to capture your lips with his. You’re both so riled up, the kiss strong and hungry from both sides.

He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull back, forehead pressed against yours. “Let’s ditch this place. I can’t let you go out there looking like this.”

You huff a laugh but are inclined to agree. “You’re the one who made me like this.”

“I know,” Steve says. “But now I might be giving people ideas.”

That makes you laugh— the perplexity of his reasoning. Boy logic, you suppose. Your arms around his neck tug him closer, stealing a kiss.

“Better get me home then, huh?”

Steve grins, knowing exactly what’s waiting at home—and kisses you with the promise of what’s to come.

[itslilacokay]

"Go on. Click here to be free!"

"Oh wait. You can't, can you? How comedic!"

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[strangerhawke]

i’m suddenly thinking about tess. imagine arthur getting faroe back and years later he bumps into her, covered in many scars, a chunk of his ear missing, a cane in hand. he looks like a different person entirely but he smiles at her just the same. and she's like "how have you been?" despite the obvious and he goes "oh you know. i've been better in recent years. faroe is almost nine now"

and she'd like like "oh yeah i suppose she'd be coming up to that, right? or - wait, wouldn't she be older -"

and arthur just calls out "faroe darling! come say hello to tess"

and she just slowly loses her mind as she watches another man appears with faroe, faroe, the little girl she used to take care of who died years and years ago, stood here in the flesh, older and alive. so very alive.

and she looks at tess with this vague familiarity, like she knows she's a person she should know, but the memory just wont come to mind. and she's not the same little girl she helped to raise, but she is. theres a scar on her arm she got from falling over during one of her times in tess' care. her expression is guarded but theres still so much light that emanates from her. it was her. it was really her.

and arthur is rambling on about his companion and faroe's recent school results and she is just staring at this child who should not be alive who should not be here who should not be standing in front of her and smiling like nothing was wrong.

she doesn't know if its a miracle, or the result of devil worship, but at that moment, she doesn't care. she wraps the girl up in a hug before she can be stopped. and then they're saying their goodbyes, and tess has barely said a word, just staring after their retreating backs.

and when faroe turns to wave at her once more, she waves back, even as she wonders if she dreamt of the death of a child so powerfully it had become embued in her psyche.

[sammysammer]

*drops this and skitters away*

[vita-divata]

I’m pretending this was the reason Suguru looked hella tired in the recent episodes ;;

[tomasitaoficial]

Me, Tomasita Danúbia Inferno, come to revive MY ACCOUNT and to publish something after a while... And I'm also coming back to become a D&D fan, More specifically, the Once Upon A WitchLight campaign of Legends Of Avantris (YouTube channel). FUCKING SHIT.

Anyway, have mini drawings

I love them so much, man...

And a drawing of Bitsy because, why not in the first place?