#i like....blond hair

[asenok-openok]

Every person sooner or later makes a character from their country. That's why I made Nadia. Actually this OC is pretty old. Year ago I wanted to make her a reverse:1999 character but it didn't work out. So I decided to redesign her as a tf2 character

I think she deserves a proper reference just because me and my sister ship her with sister's OC

[bisclavaret]

a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️‍⚧️ a short comic about looking back

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[abreca]

Percy Jackson things for you ✨

Today is the season finale and one only can imagine how tall Walker Scobell is going to get by SoM, my wishes is that they give Leah a stool so she can tower over him.

[sunclown]

Zs’s little baby duck

[divineandmajesticinone]

D & Leila Meier Link & Charlotte

Two sides of the same coin...

[kifaprokumiv]

Combining my obscure 2005 toxic yuri into one

[ministarfruit]

ame ᵃᵐᵉ ame ame ame

[skeletood]

take my disgrub images

@dykestriders

[bastardlybonkers]

blond

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Alain: I feel myself sluggish and weak from the heat we trek through on this campaign.

Eltolinde trying to help:

[smilesrobotlover]

Ok ok, so I um….. may or may not add them to lbl but I played with the idea that they are there and uuuuuuh yeah :3

Echo and Rift!

[glossc1]

ganymede doodles ft. zeus(?) 🍎 🦅

more ganymede

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[quess-art]

Child! Silver art I had in my files for a while

[chrollogy]

chrollo fucking you in several different positions while muttering sweet praises in your ear. he’s got your body bent, and pinned against the sheets in all the lewd ways he could think of while mercilessly driving his cock into your sopping cunt yet that doesn’t stop him from whispering saccharine words. “that’s it just like that.” “since you’ve been good, why don’t you give me one more, yeah?” “i know baby, just a little more. you’re doing so well.”

it’s almost laughable at how chrollo’s voice greatly differed from his sinful actions—as though he wasn’t hitting all the sensitive spots inside you, as though you weren’t watered down to a cock-drunk mess with tears, and saliva unceremoniously rolling down your face. chrollo muttered those praises into your ear with such heat, and passion, almost like a sacred prayer to a god—you—and he, your devout follower.

locked in a full nelson? chrollo would crane his neck just enough for his lips to reach you, and amidst the lewd noises of skin to skin, his praises nibble at your ear like sweet kisses. bent in half with your legs slung over his shoulders? chrollo would shamelessly gasp into the ceiling above at how good you felt around him, exposing the length of his bobbing throat. prone bone? chrollo would turn your head to the side, and mutter sweet nothings into your lips, your hot breaths locked in an intimate dance—maybe even a series of i love you’s in between.

it was beyond your comprehension how chrollo was able to form coherent sentences but you knew one thing for sure, he meant every single word.