#i love them a lot ur honor

[slugfan6]

great news for anyone who likes akimafu and my art

[ekleipsi]

" do you remember what day it is? " he hummed out, a sweet smile upon lips as he grabbed wife by her hands, tangling digits together and without any further explanation, he simply led her outside their house.

given their most recent settlement, it was difficult finding any fruit trees around randomly... let alone in their backyard— he'd planted some last year, yes, but they'd just barely sprouted. so instead, the hound decided to improvise and led the other all the way across the street to where the nearest palm tree grew. he didn't elaborate, waiting and wishing to see if rashida truly remembered, circling arms around her waist and leaning down to capture lips in a sensual kiss.

--- She blinked in surprise at the abrupt question, the book in her hand temporarily discarded as husband grasped at digits. With tangled fingers, she nearly squeaked when pulled up and outside of the beautiful house they'd come to occupy. Hawaii was so well known for coconuts and pineapples, but other sorts of fruit trees were few and far between like this; gaze lifted to the palm tree he'd pulled her to before realization dawned upon features.

--- A certain like, before she was grinning at him with a chuckle. ' How could I forget? You always remember the most random of holidays... ' she chuckled teasingly, standing upon toes when arms curled around her, pressing lips to his. The kiss was sweet and soft, sensual, her arms curling around his neck for stability and comfort as she nearly purred into the tender affection.

--- So wrapped up in the moment, she hadn't noticed that even Naoto had followed them outside, curiously. ' What's with the kissing... ' he huffed out, features twisting absently in confusion before Rashida explained to him that on the May 1st, it was tradition to kiss a girl under a cherry tree. They were simply making due with the fruit trees in this climate, but the sentiment was all the same, leaving her to laugh at the avian's momentary complaints.

--- Though it wasn't long before he was leaning down to press a sweet and chaste kiss to her mouth as well. ' Awwh, thank you both. My boys. So thoughtful and sweet- I'll make dinner tonight, mm? Your favorites. ' she chuckled, brushing fingers through both of their hairs, giving them both one more kiss before taking hands and leading them both back into the house.

[rotting-clowns]

Something about Evan Rosier, who people will whisper about and avoid and gawk at for being unnerving, cruelly curious and weird, having the scariest guard dog in all of Hogwarts. Barty will bare his teeth and snap at anyone Evan points to, anyone who so much as looks at Evan wrong, he’ll curse and hex and bear whatever consequences come out of it because Evan is his and no one should dare mess with what’s his

And Evan loves it. He loves watching Barty get his hands dirty for him, loves the way he becomes meaner, more wicked each time it happens, loves how possessive he acts, and loves to curl his hand around Barty’s nape and hold him back, smile sweetly at whoever tried to torment him this time and pretend to have mercy on them, just to watch the unease and fear grow in their eyes when he lets Barty go

[darkxsoulzyx]

Enemies to Friends (To Lovers? 👀)

[g3othermal3scapism]

………SHE IS HIS WORLD!

[kooki914]

Decided to experiment a bit with how I draw these two and got these doodles out of exaggerating their proportions and stuff

GOD i missed my men <- never stopped thinking about them not even for a second

[marblerose-rue]

silly doodle for my fursona since i made her 11 years ago today :-)

[20s-turtle-posting]

karai proposes like this one day while chaplin's doin some shit like cleaning spilled soup off the floor

(he drops another bowl of soup when he finally realizes what the fuck just happened)

[void-with-a-keyboard]

been thinking about sun/dazzle recently (CURSE U DISCORD </3 /aff) and im just. losing my mind

itd just be so sweet and gentle but also so wrong. sun just wants to be a loving father for his daughter. he wants to care for her and nurture her so that maybe she can grow up into something more, even if shes an animatronic. and he loves her, so very much. but the ways he feels his love is wrong and he hates himself for it

hes a sick perverted freak. hes disgusting for loving a child like that! and shes just so innocent and sweet and kind, how could he ever taint her in such a way? and he hates himself for it but he just cant stop. he resists his impulses and urges as much as he can. he tries to not let his touch linger, stare too long, not kiss her despite how absolutely adorable she is. but sometimes he does indulge, just not fully. giving her an excessive amount of hugs and carrying her everywhere (despite her protests :3), happily watching her play with other kids, giving kisses on her cheeks and forehead and saying hes just being affectionate- bc fathers can kiss their kids like that, right?

he does everything he can to at least satisfy some of what he wants, what he feels, just so he doesnt drive himself insane. he does it in hopes that someday he doesnt accidentally explode and do something he regrets. he doesnt want to hurt her. he wants to treat her well. he wants to help raise her and take care of her. he just wants to be a father.

but he just cant help himself. he cant stop himself from loving her in all the wrong ways

[imaginarianisms]

on house s.tark.

[sukugo]

character who is so powerful that their presence itself overgoes all consent, where the other characters exist below their desires and are made to please them, regardless of whether they want to or not.

esp when the character isn't even relatively domineering or authoritative during it. instead they're completely passive. whimpering and twitching and overall being so lost in pleasure that leaves no space for action, much less coercion. they're a passive receiver of pleasure.

except they, as an existence, cannot be passive. they're mingling with godhood, they're bigger than themselves, than their body, their pleasure holy and divine and all-encompassing. their touch a religious experience.

to have them, a compulsion, more than an action born of actual personal desire

[roki-roki-roll]

I drew this and decided to make a post out of it instead of just the reblog thingy

Inspired by @nat-20s post about Sun Jon and Moon Martin and the song When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At the Disco

[dthroned-sameurl]

         ❝   you   deserve   so   much   more   than   what   you   were   given.   ❞     ➾      𝐜𝐡   .   𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚   𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

            if   davina   had   a   nickel   for   every   time   she   had   heard   that      ,      well   she   wouldn't   be   rich      ,      but   she   would   have   a   decent   amount   of   pocket   change      .      she   knows   that   she   deserved   more      ,      she   is   understanding   that   she   definitely   was   dealt   a   terrible   hand      &      that   there   were   many   other   ways   that   her   destiny   could've   directed   her      ,      but   she   was   where   she   was   and   she   had   to   make   due   with   it      .      there   wasn't   much   of   anything   that   she   could   do   to   change   it   other   than   making   sure   that   she   could   redirect   the   way   that   things   went   moving   forward      .      so   when   Tristan   had   spoken   to   her      ,      telling   her   exactly   what   she   knew      ---      it   made   her   heart   hurt   a   little      .      it   made   her   wonder   if   her   attempts   to   grow   and   do   better   were   failing      .

            but   maybe   he   was   just   saying   it   as   a   generalized   statement   as   he   had   known   more   about   the   supernatural   residents   of   New   Orleans   than   she   had   expected      .

            '      it's   something   that   has   been   on   my   mind   for   a   while   now      ,      but   it's   also   something   that   I   am   trying   to   move   on   from      .      at   least   I   am   trying   to   make   something   more   out   of   myself   than   the   things   that   I   have   struggled   with      .      '      her   glass   is   brought   to   her   lips   as   she   makes   herself   comfortable   on   one   of   the   chaste   lounges   in   the   residence   that   he   had   taken   up   while   in   town      .      davina   had   found   comfort   with   Tristan      ,      had   found   a   sense   of   familiarity   and   ease   of   vulnerability   when   in   his   presence      ,      so   her   lack   of   formality   had   seemed   to   ease   away      .

            '      though      ,      i   do   believe   that   this   is   a   conversation   that   we   often   have   when   life   tends   to   bite   me   in   such   a   way   that   feels   cruel      .      why   don't   you   take   this   time   to   distract   me   from   the   burdens   of   this   little   witches   life      ?      maybe   distract   me   with   a   kiss   or   two      ?      hmm      ?      maybe   even   tell   me   how   pretty   I   look      ?      i've   been   waiting   for   you   to   compliment   my   new   dress   since   i've   walked   in      .      '

@lordofthestrix . prompt

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @hellhunted_

Fingers dance idly along the device, rubbing his thumb over the touch screen as color danced across his features. It was...well, it was somewhat embarrassing if the avian was being honest but at the same time he felt a swell of pride and confidence in the gesture. ' Hey... ' a soft hum, trailing off as head tilted while sapphires rested on husband's frame. Surely he wasn't interrupting something? He hoped not, sitting next to the other upon couch and scooting closer before leaning against his arm. ' I...I made something. For you. Us...mostly you. ' he nodded, biting down hard on lower lip. From stone cold indifferent assassin to embarrassed husband in the span of moments, he offered the other the device in his hand while connecting it to the Bluetooth speakers in their house. ' It's...it's a playlist. I mean it's not like. Anything creative or unique...or special. Nothing like that, but...just. Stuff...that reminds me of you. And us. ' he nodded, pressing play on it for music to begin on Shuffle. Initial musical offering was slow, but intimate, and the avian stood with darkening features yet still. ' Will...you dance with me? To it? ' an offered hand, finally meeting gaze.

entertainment was provided by a simple trivia show; something that ran on the tv every evening. husbands presence however, was welcome, and the canine quickly turned the volume down and turned his eyes towards the avian. an arm was thrown around his narrow shoulders to pull him closer, while the mobile phone in his hands went entirely ignored— it was rather common occurance after all.

" hi, " simple greeting was returned and then further accentuated with a kiss to forehead. " is something the matter? " he wasn't entirely ignorant to his mate's body language; it was often the primary way for the hound to actually decipher anything at all about the other. part of him believed naoto wouldn't say anything; admit to it at best, but not want to actually talk about it.

to hear that he'd made something for him— them —had the canid perking up with brows raised, whereas eyes tipped downwards to find mate's own. " yeah? what is it? " naturally, first expectations were some silly invention again— something technological in one way or another... the only thing that made ignis doubt was the fact that the bird didn't sound very confident about it— it was so unlike him.

a frown was adopted upon his features when the phone was pushed into his hands— immediatelly he wanted to complain about this not being the best idea, and that he had no clue how to operate this thing. naoto keeping his fingers on the touch screen and navigating through a couple menus kept him quiet, before he was turning his head in the direction of the sound playing. a playlist.

" that's already unique and special. and thoughtful, " especially with the emphasis on thoughtful, did he grab lover's face and pull him in for a proper kiss— he could only guess what other songs would be included after this one, something so slow that did not sound like the falcon's usual style. he didn't want to let him go even afterwards, thinking that'd be that, resisting the slight pull that the bird was exerting. a question about as much sat at the tip of his tongue, failing to be voiced and only expressed through the faint confusion in his expression once naoto did stand up.

it was his turn to blush, it seemed. considerably less noticeable than the flush staining pale cheeks, but there nonetheless. " oh... " it was soft, barely audible, even to his own ears. he could still swear that he could count the times he and naoto had shared a dance on the fingers of one hand, and so it remained... something sacred. all things considering. a smile tugged at his lips, happily accepting the offered hand, and standing. " yes. gladly so. "

[ekleipsi]

it could've been partial the heavy atmosphere of masses of people dancing flesh pressed against flesh. with the scent of sweat and alcohol weighing down upon the air to an equal amount , and lights flashing rhythmically to the beat drumming to the ears. despite couple drinks that have been quite impactful on it's liquor , steed finds himself clear-headed enough , to snake his pathway skillfully so through the crowded sea , until reaching destination upon dance floor. arms come to circle around femme's waist. against chest , for the tengu's backside to be pulled against , swaying along with her very frame.

a row of kisses , peppered the side of her neck , and trails it's way upward to earlobe of hers. palms pressing into hips , with a possessive ( and claiming ) touch of nature lingering beneath. a murmur shapes , to be delivered straight into the shell , so girlfriend could hopefully hear him over crowds and music alike.

‘ .. 's go home , dancing queen. ’

// ( kurai&ciphor. )

--- Nights like these were always carefree and riddled with fun; tengu much enjoyed her evenings in, with brush in hand or fingers daring to dig into a clay pot but then the need for socializing sputtered forth and boyfriend was always eager to vibe with nightclubs. Wasn't it how they'd met? She recalled it with great amusement, lips quirking- for the moment, he'd decided to stay at the bar and have a couple more drinks. Femme of course, had already taken her fill (at least, enough such that she wouldn't fall over) and strayed to the dance floor to move her body.

--- Some considered art a dance form as well, and while she agreed in many ways, it wasn't one she was amazing at. While not awful, it wasn't difficult to mimic the idle gyrations from surrounding bodies, pressing against one another intermittently until she could feel the sticky sheen of sweat bead along her forehead. Orbs hadn't met those of lover, lost in her own movements, before she felt arms curl around center.

--- A brief pause, for a moment thinking that maybe it was a stranger trying to feel her up...but the row of kisses along her neck coupled with the smooth way he swayed with her and the familiar scent he possessed had her relaxing. ' Almost elbowed you in the gut, you know... ' she teased, somewhat breathless from all the moving and bouncing along the dance floor, before a grin pull at her lips. Head tilted with the trail of his lips, allowing for him to find a less obstructed path to earlobe as he groped at her hips.

--- Breath caught, briefly and fleetingly, at the gesture. Ciphor wasn't overt in his possessive displays, and it was so rare that they were demonstrated at all, but each one reminded her that they were together. Dating. That they belonged to one another in so many ways- heart went aflutter, and head tips back upon his shoulder with the muttered into her ear, a request to return home. Fingers and palms alike settle over his own, resting there for a handful of moments as she kisses sweetly on the underside of his jaw.

--- ' All tired of the club now that you've had your fill of drinking and drunk men and women flirting with you? ' she beamed, laughing and relaxing further against his frame. She never...had to worry about him, in the respect of him flirting with others, or cheating. In fact, she had absolute faith and confidence in their relationship to no fret at all over it, though that didn't stop her from occasionally making a show that he was hers. Rare as that was, she hummed a small noise in throat and gave a nod. ' Alright, ' she agreed, lacing digits into his own and allowing him to guide her from the pulsing crowds and the loud club until sweet, fresh night air hit her face

--- ' The air feels nice, damn...didn't realize how suffocating it was in there. ' a chuckle, turning around until she was walking backwards, so that she could face him as they left. Tangled digits were brought to her mouth, liquor causing her balance a bit of trouble so that kiss she pressed to steed's fingers was...messier than intended, but eager all the same. ' Your home or mine this time? '

[pre1ude]

@sunrisemuses , sent 👫 for four headcanons about our muses' relationship (for Molly because.. adorable)

1.

I'm truly just using these hc posts to plot out possible meeting points because I hate introductory scenes, so don't mind me doing it again here lmao. I just think these two are deserving of an unhinged first impression of each other. Absolutely batshit. Just throw all logic out the window. Dean and Danny were so well-plotted, Dean's his 'mission', it all makes perfect narrative sense. I want none of that for Molly and Dan. Let them meet in the middle of breaking into the lab. In the middle of battle. While chasing down the same beast. Snooping around the same place. Using their powers at the same time. Anything, literally anything questionable and legally dubious. I am firmly of the belief that no matter that they never met as kids, they're the exact same manner of fucked up on a fundamental level and their brains just function on some 'i am a human experiment' wavelength that DEMANDS their first interaction be them spiderman pointing at each other. "What the fuck" "No YOU what the fuck!" and nothing less.

2.

Danny would have... a few hangups about experiencing Molly's abilities. Completely unrelated to her as a person and the level of trust he has in her at any time, although initially it's worse because he's his usual brand of cautious of course, that's just a him thing. Specfically though, he's cagey about psychic powers that breach the mind and affect the senses, for the fact alone that having his reality altered is something he could go without experiencing. That said, he does bite the bullet at some point. He'd have probably indulged her with a few of his sound tricks and would have asked what she can do, so he's prepared. Suffice to say, he learns to adore the small, funky washes of psychedelic color and fantasy Molly can paint for him. She's a walking talking acid trip and once he grows comfortable with her power, he also grows a fondness for experiencing the world a little bit brighter. If she'll indulge him, of course. He's not as brave about her time-altering abilities though. Not very keen on suffering that sort of maddening confusion.

3.

Daniel would kill for Molly without question. Listen. Yes, he maintains a certain level of decorum and self-control when it comes to violence at all times, Molly's violence included. Vengeance is one thing, carelessness is another; personal safety comes first. They can't leave a trail of viscera after themselves. However. So much of what they've both gone through is steeped in helplessness, lack of agency and suffering abuse since childhood that at this point achieving safety starts to overwhelmingly overlap with a clean-out revenge. Not until every single wretched creature who's ever participated in that experiment is dead and buried could they ever take a deep breath and stop looking over their shoulder. Daniel understands this. This is where he becomes ruthless, regardless of the circumstances. And no, some of these people he's never met nor been harmed by. But Molly has, and that speaks of their intentions more than enough. This is kinhood at the highest degree, you hurt, I hurt. It's mostly his dogged, ride or die royalty at play here, Molly ends up meaning the world to him, but a small part of it, he hates to admit, is a purely selfish need to get back at men and women like Patricia. To substitute her with another and fulfill a revenge fantasy he could never exact on his very own mother.

4.

This has been on my mind for a while: Them sharing a tiny apartment as roommates is the sitcom dream we deserve. Hear me out. This is purely self indulgent since they have wildly different dispositions, Danny isn't very adventurous for example and I know Molly wants to explore, perhaps even travel, so it may not be a long-term arrangement, but I also can't envision him being able to bear just... parting with her?? So, naturally, imagine, if you will, the two most dysfunctional, superpowered young adults living together in a 10 by 7 one bed, one pullout, with an energetic dog, the creakiest pipes ever and no microwave because Danny put foil in there as first manner of business like the rich, clueless dumbdumb he is. The most disastrous situation you could ever fathom, they can't even boil water between the two of them, money's tight after Daniel disowns his mother (so, makes even more sense to share rent), they manage to start beef with the neighbours two weeks in and get banned from two out of three local convenience stores. Unbridled chaos, I tell you. On the plus side, no need to worry about burglars or thieves. They're a household which consists of essentially the two most dangerous creatures in town, so I'm sure whoever fucks around WILL find out.

1+

Daniel's dog ditches him so goddamn fast every time Molly's around. Don't get Bentley wrong, Dan is his person, his rotten soldier, his sweet cheese, he would wipe the earth clean from the scourge of squirrels for him if he were only allowed to indulge his hubris off-leash, but god, dad is a downright stick in the mud. Strict and no fun. Molly is the opposite. So she gets rewarded with a lap full of hyperactive cocker spaniel and so many slobbery balls dropped at her feet. The love is real. He lays on her shoes every time she's got to go. Lovingly shares all the dirt he's just rolled around in. Engages in sad puppydog eyes warfare whenever she's eating. Just pure, unadulterated, slightly gross love.