#i hope this is ok bby!! :*

[sleepdeprivedlilbean]

ahhh yes the King of Negativity who ✨slays✨ his enemies 💅

idk i feel like a post truce nightmare would be like

ridiculously chill??

like he’s just a guy now?

with hobbies nah that’s crazy

he’d defiantly slay in a big fluffy robe and would not gaf about it lol

also i HAD to get him out of that atrocious hoodie like

HES THE KING guardian OF NEGATIVITY

mans cannot be walking around in the same fit as his henchmen like be fr

i’ll definitely update and add more to the current basic outfit i’ve given him but for now he gets a turtle neck, necklace and jeans lol

k bye 😘

[mandiemegatron]

ᴬ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ @kazieai . ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ.

ᵀʳᵘᵉ ᴬᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵉˢ

♡ ᴹᵃʳᶜᵒ ˣ ᶜⁱˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴬᶜᵉ ; ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ. ᴹⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ¹⁸+, ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ. ᴹᴰᴺᴵ.

There's a warmth over your skin as you slowly stir from your sleep, your eyes aching from the tears you'd shed through the night. You slowly blink and take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes with a tired hand as you slowly turn to the source of heat behind you.

"I was worried you were going to sleep the day away, yoi."

Your exhausted glare meets Marco, though you let him tug you closer. The side of your face rested on his chest as one of his arms wrapped tightly around you, the other running through your hair lovingly as he continues,

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

You shook your head, clinging to him a little tighter to which he returned the motion.

"Just sick of being too much."

Marco sighs, now knowing exactly what was wrong. Craning his head down to press soft kisses to the top of your head, he murmurs,

"You're never too much, yoi, especially to us. You know that. Ace was just joking, you know how he is."

You can't help the bitter "tsk," that leaves you as you turn your head slightly to bury your face completely in his chest, hoping to press hard enough to cut off your breathing.

"... don't do that," he snaps softly, pinching your side a few times to make you squirm in his arms until you finally pull your head up, only to glare up at him again.

"Well, where's the joke, Marco? He hurt my feelings and laughed it off when I said that."

Marco's face turned sullen at your words, his hand moving from your hair to cradle your cheek in a warm palm. His thumb brushes just under your teary eye, right as a tear slips out.

"I know it doesn't mean much, but I apologize for him. It was a tasteless joke and I'll be sure to talk to him later-"

Before he can finish his words, the door to your shared room is kicked open as a teary-eyed Ace bursts in. He kicks the door shut and flings his shoes off before diving into the bed and clinging to your front like a lost child, his arms pressing your back to his overheated chest.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I'm so so sorry," he babbles out, his wet face pressed into your neck as he shocks you into silence. Your wide eyes kept on Marco as he smiles warmly down at you, giving you a wink as one of his hands pats Ace on his tattooed back.

"You're cutting that apology close there, kid."

Ace sniffles and pulls away to look at your face, his frown deepening as he takes in your red eyes and dark bags under your eyes.

"I'm such an asshole," he bites out, causing you to turn and hold him in a tight hug. He stiffens under your tough until you pull back to pepper kisses over his face, his eyes falling shut as the adoration you give him.

"Yeah, you are an asshole," you start, giving his cheeks a pull with your fingers as you continue, "and it really hurt my feels that you laughed off how I was feeling. I'd appreciate if you didn't fuckin' do that again."

Ace nods and gets out a muffled "you got it." You let got of his cheeks and he groans softly, one of his hands moving from your body to rub his aching cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I really didn't mean anything by it, I really was just being an asshole. Are you mad at me?"

You shook your head before motioning to Marco with a small smile.

"Not anymore, thanks to him. You've got a lot to make up for, though."

Ace's face breaks out into a wicked grin as he tugs you closer, pulling one of your thighs over his own as he murmurs,

"I think I can handle that."

He goes to kiss you but stops, his eyes flickering from you to Marco and he asks,

"You gunna sit back and watch or are you gunna help me make our girl feel better?"

Marco rolls his eyes but curls around you nonetheless, one of his hands sneakily sliding down the front of your pajama shorts to press into your slick warmth, reveling in the way you practically sing for him.

"Like she said," Marco started, giving the other commander a devilish wink. "You've got a lot to make up for."

He moved down to kiss and gently suck on the side of your throat, his tongue trailing up to behind your ear as he nearly demands Ace,

"Better get started."

[theartifxce]

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

✖  — ; As her tiny little voice pleaded those very words tearfully, Johan simply smiled with that same blank canvas expression he always wore whenever he was about to lie. Whenever he was going to play a role he donned for himself.

Anna took his hand, her grip depicting the earnest desperation behind her pleas and yet he stood completely unmoved. His poker face concealed the bleeding heart inside of his chest; silenced the cries he wished to scream in that moment. The web of lies he weaved ever so perfectly had caught him in a vice grip that he could no longer move to create more lines of deceit to placate the situation at hand.

The truth, no matter how buried, found its way to bleed through his falsity and such is what painted the situation he now found himself in. It had been a few trivial words that slipped from his lips - an honest suggestion that triggered his sister.

"You shouldn't love monsters." - A truth that bombarded him whenever his beloved sibling showered him with affection and compliments. It always crept up his spine when she wrapped her arms around him; clawed its way up his throat whenever Anna found security in the nape of his neck at night as she cuddled close for security not knowing she was being warmed by the hells burning inside of him.

Every single time that truth attempted to dance along the tip of his tongue, he swallowed harshly and pretended that it didn't terrify him whenever his sister looked at him as something worthy of her love and admiration.

Innocence pooled in her eyes whenever she looked at him. But she never saw him for what he truly was - only what he wanted her to see.

So this confession came reluctantly as a whisper; a mistake slipping from his lips entirely unshackled and without much thought. The delivery of his words and the shove against her frame came more as a reaction to her touch.

He stood there shocked when he did it, frantically searching her face for the mess of emotions that cascaded from his seemingly bizarre behavior.

Constantly living in survival mode, watching the subtle movements of everyone around him - not just the Lieberts but even in public - has taken its toll and he could not longer easily switch it off for his sister.

He was tired.

He didn't even have the energy to save himself from the predicament he put himself in. Anna was angry and upset - staring in both confusion and hurt over his harsh rejection.

He recanted her words, " there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . " in his head over and over; finding it rather amusing. The orphanage he brought to flames and ruin would beg to differ with his sister's opinion.

"...Is that the lie you tell yourself at night?"

When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was not his brain that was talking - but his heart. He was fanning the flames and he could hardly control himself. He lifted his half lidded eyes to meet with hers directly and he greeted her with that nameless little smile as he continued;

"...That there's 'nothing bad' in me?" He couldn't help but mock the gracious lie his sister told. Unlike him, she was terrible at lying.

"...You don't think I've noticed how you look at me sometimes my dear sister?" The haunting on her face from being exposed made him want to run but it also satisfied him all the same.

He truly was despicable.

"You're afraid of me too, aren't you?" Knocking her hand away from his - Johan went to grip the arm she tried to cling to earlier with much disdain; his fingers digging as if it would quell the monster inside of him.

"...Of what you think 511 Kinderheim did to me?"

He suggested directly, unforgivingly; dropping the sweet tone he usually carried when addressing Anna.

@xxxangeleyesxxx

[lovcn]

Lays on u and wont elaborate further.

SNUGGLES YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[spoileds]

❛   are   you   wearing   my   shirt?   ❜

[dietpepzi]

'   i'm   sorry   that   we   haven't   spoken   in   like   .   .   .   three   months.   '   fem   begins,   gently   taking   a   seat   beside   ellie,   hand   gripping   the   red   cup   as   she   lightly   swirls   the   liquor   contents   inside.   a   nervous   habit.   georgie   is   fully   aware   of   how   their   situation   looks;   she   hooks   up   with   her   best   friend   and   practically   ghosts   soon   after.   if   it   wasn't   for   their   friends   forcing   their   way   back   into   her   life   a   few   weeks   ago,   brunette   would   still   be   letting   her   mom   dictate   every   inch   of   her   daughter's   lifestyle.   '   you   did   nothing   wrong,   honestly   ––––  you're   perfect.   everything   was   perfect.   '   fem   insists,   timbre   lowers   during   her   last   few   words.   '   my   mom   is   just...   well,   you   know   her.   you   know   what   she's   like...   but   i'm   glad   you   guys   came   back   for   me.   we   should   be   sticking   together   right   now,   with   this   whole   murder   thing   going   on.   '

[sardonic-sprite]

Just watched Under The Red Hood all the way through and I am Unwell

[transrightsjimin]

they're so fucking funny they really said okay tits out before going to the military

[calen-00]

Wip cus im trying to learn how to color in digital with my man (umemiya hajsjsj)

[fandomdaydreamer]

Y'all I've been in my own Gladiator 2 movie inside my head while listening to

on repeat. I don't know why it fits the mood so perfectly and there isn't even a trailer yet or literally anything. It's just this song as the soundtrack... it's perfection

[mandiemegatron]

A lil sneaky peeky of a WIP for @swampstew bc theyre going through a rough time 😭😞 I hope this helps, even just a little! 💖💖 we love you!!!

This idea came to me in a 💫dream💫

Will hopefully be beta'd and posted later today 😎

"So when are we gunna fuck?"

You coughed on your drink, wide eyes looking up at the red-headed menace you called your friend. You knew you liked each other; the way his eyes always undressed you when he thought you didn't notice, or the way his laugh echoed inside your body like an addictive drug...

But never had he been so bold as to ask you something like that directly to your face.

"I uh, that's incredibly ballsy of you, Eustass."

The man grinned and barked out a laugh as his fleshy hand landed over his heart.

"Ugh, I love it when you say my name - you should definitely scream it for me later."

Your cheeks burned bright red, your eyes still wide as the words ran laps in your head over over. He had flirted with you before, but nothing to this extent.

"...Are you drunk?" Your words pierced him, but he hid the pang of bitterness with an almost sneer as he replied with a bite,

"I don't need to be drunk to tell you I want to fuck you."

You were silent for a moment, eyes finally wandering his body until they landed back on his face. His eyes always told the truth, and he was not lying about this. One of your eyebrows ticked up, a small smirk washing over your lips as you finally replied,

"Well then, why don't you show me just how sober you are?"

It was a blur, the next few moments. He had picked you up so easily, throwing you over a shoulder as your surprised and dark red face met the few crew still awake and watching with amused expressions.

"Get 'er, Captain, you fuckin' dog!" Someone cheered out, your face burning worse as Kid's metal hand came up to slap you on the ass, hard enough to pull a sound from you.

He gave a rumbling chuckle before quite literally barking out,

"Woof."

// ; // ; // ; // ; //

I love you all, I can't wait to finish this 😎 it's my first time writing for Kid so I hope I do him justice.

The man makes me feel things, it's all your fault @swampstew 😭😂

[midncghts]

ᰍ    ︵    ۫    .﹙  𖹭  ﹚                       it   had   been   a   busy   night,   one   of   those   in   which   the   flashes   of   the   cameras   and   the   clamor   of   the   crowd   left   him   with   a   constant   ringing   in   his   ears,   and   his   heart   beating   at   the   frenetic   pace   of   adrenaline.   he   didn't   know   if   it   was   because   of   their   growing   fame   or   perhaps   because   of   the   insatiable   obsession   of   some   fans   who,   in   their   devotion,   forgot   the   limits   of   sanity,   but   the   intensity   of   the   evening   had   bordered   on   hellish,   with   taekyung   playing   the   role   of   protector,   fending   off   overzealous   admirers   who   had   crossed   the   line   into   madness   and   who   had   wanted   to   get   close   to   them   after   infiltrating   the   building.  

the   exit   had   been   no   less   chaotic   ⸻      fighting   to   get   them   out   of   a   building   packed   with   people and paparazzi wanting   to   get   answers   to   their   inquires,   had   been   an   arduous   task.   even   so,   they   had   achieved   their   goal.

once   at   their   place,   he   gestured   for   them   to   enter   first,   his   gaze   lingering   on   them   as   they   stepped   over   the   threshold.   a   few   weeks   ago   he   had   felt   that   something   was   not   right   and,   of   course,   he   was   no   stranger   to   the   news.   he   was   aware   of   how   the   media   linked   them   to   someone   'close'   to   them,   that   was   the   point   at   which   he   sensed   that   something   had   changed   and   since   then   they   had   barely   exchanged   words.   " . . .   are   you   okay ? "   taekyung's   voice   broke   through   the   heavy   silence   as   he   carefully   set   aside   his   keys   on   the   wooden   table   next   to   the   door.   " you   didn't   say   anything   the   whole   way   here . . .   is   something   wrong ? "

@fadinglights ( inspired by this : lavender haze )

[luvv4j4ybe11]

the way I js audibly gasped😭

I MISS MY GIRLLLL🥹🩷

[spoileds]

'   sorry   i'm   late   .   i   was   with   jackson   ,   his   mom   wanted   to   meet   me   and   she   insisted   i   stay   for   dinner   .   your   mom's   not   mad   ,   is   she   ?   i   promise   i'll   be   way   early   for   the   actual   gala   next   week   but   i   thought   since   today   is   just   getting   my   dress   fitted   ,   i   can   be   a   tiny   bit   late   .   '

[dietpepzi]

❛   are   you   wearing   my   shirt?   ❜

[1ikethat]

'    finally    found    a    girl    that    you    couldn't    impress    ,    last    one    on    this    earth    and    you    still    couldn't    get    this    .    '