#i love them hehehe

[cheeriochat]

Ok look I know Kaz doesn't have an arm on his right in mgsv but I wanted to be able to see venoms eye so..

Plus other whiteboard drawings

I love Delico's nursery

[thatwritingho]

Finger Foods Update!

Featuring @m3gahet 's Robin Greeves!

On Balcony's Ledge

Summary: There's much Robin and Olive have in common - Shitty childhoods with shitty fathers, asshole brothers, and anger issues; oral fixations and smoking habits; and also... a love of balcony ledges? One of these things is not like the others. Pairing: Robin Greeves and Olive Axworthy Rating: General Background: Another Oc x Oc piece! m3gahet has drawn Olive & Robin a few times now. I now adore them together🥺

Read on AO3 or below!

The door to the balcony flung open, and Olive knew who was there without looking. This balcony wasn't necessarily theirs — the guys would routinely come out here to pester them, after all, and St. Cecilia would join them when visiting Mordhaus — but they were the ones out here the most. With a huff of frustration, Robin wordlessly climbed up onto the ledge next to Olive, cigarette pack in hand as she crossed her legs on the stone wall. Flicking her lighter a few times, she began to curse, irritation mounting.

“Oh, come on, you goddamn stupid little shithead piece of mother fucking hot garba– oh. Thanks.”

Robin's tirade at the small plastic Bic — swiped from Skwisgaar who had swiped it from Pickles before that, the corner crusted with resin — was cut off as Olive extended her arm with Zippo in hand, flame lit and ready. Robin leaned forward with a gentle flush to light the cigarette in her mouth, the action feeling entirely too intimate for what it was, immediately calming as smoke filled her lungs.

“You're welcome. Bad day?”

“Something like that…” Robin trailed off with a sigh. She didn't want to get into it, to talk about how the anniversary of that was coming up, how it made everything so much more difficult to deal with — the stress of the job more fraying, the guys more irritating, interpersonal relationships more complicated. Instead, she merely said, “...just a rough patch. I haven't been taking my multivitamin.”

“Uh-huh,” Olive raised a brow, exhaling a cloud of smoke as dark eyes narrowed in knowing suspicion at her companion. Chewing at her gum thoughtfully, she kicked the heels of her boots against the stone wall, feet dangling over the edge in a way that Pickles always nagged her over.

Hm. Robin was normally a much better liar than that.

“Want me to run some labs on you? There's a lot of vitamin deficiencies that could be causing a dip in mood. You know, a vitamin D deficiency can caus-”

Glancing to the other woman out of the corner of her eye, a small grin curled Robin's lips as Olive rambled, only growing when the other woman somehow ended up on a tangent about Rickets in Victorian England, sucking down a second cigarette as she listened.

“-anyway,” inhaling a breath, embarrassment heated Olive’s cheeks as she wrapped up her monologue, reeling herself back in, “yeah. We can swing by the medical wing later.”

“...okay.” Robin's grin was sticking, stretching her cheeks, now, amused. It had just been a quick little white lie, but… it was nice that she cared, “Yeah, sure. Why the hell not, doctor?”

Mouth going dry at her inflection, Olive bit her lip, averting her eyes out to the horizon, “Um, yeah. Cool.”

Robin grinned smugly — another point for her.

“Yeah. Cool.”

Silence settled over the pair, long, curling tendrils of wispy white smoke billowing in the breeze as the early twinkles of starlight began to dot the purpled sky. Orange heated the horizon as the sun clung to the earth, its clutches slipping into pink as the sky rose.

“Robbi, you know you can talk about it… right?” Olive's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder may scare the other woman off.

Hell, Robin thought, she may be right.

“Yeah… yeah. I know.” Robin kept her own voice low to match, tamping out her cigarette on the stone and carelessly tossing the butt over the edge, watching it fall to depths she couldn't see.

“Need me to kick anyone's ass? Maim someone? Kill? Decapitate, perhaps? You know that's my favorite.”

Robin laughed, a bit strained and a bit listless, but still a laugh, all the same, “Not this time. I'll take a rain check, though? May come in handy.”

“Of course. What are friends for, if not for delivering severed heads on silver platters when the other has been wronged?”

The sentiment wormed into Robin's chest, inspiring complicated emotions. The air was crisp in her lungs as she closed her eyes, inhaling a deep, slow breath, a gust of wind chilling her despite her blazer.

And then, there was warm.

A hand, small and soft, gently grasping her own, snaking their fingers together. As Robin turned, lips met hers, soft and pillowy, Robin's face heating as she returned the kiss, cupping Olive's face in her hand and parting her lips to sneak her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Their lips met again and again until Robin was left with a big, genuine smile as they parted, face softly flushed, eyes hooded and playful as she chewed the gum in her mouth.

It took a moment, but the dark eyes mirrored back at her soon switched from being clouded in want to narrowed in accusation, the hot flush on Olive's cheeks only adding to the cuteness of the expression.

“Hey! That was my last piece!”

Unable to resist, Robin pinched her cheek before hopping down and sauntering off, laugh shaping her words as she turned back, hand on the door handle, “Shut up. I'll buy you another pack.”

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

I'm thinking of my Taikaaki fankid again. I'm just giggling at the thought of her parents being seen as her grandfathers or some other relative. Especially Takaaki with all his gray hair, he's seen as her grandfather. Takaaki just awkwardly stands there when the teacher calls for Takara saying that her "grandfather" is picking her up. And getting the response of "I thought Grandpa was dead!" makes him feel more awkward to actually start correcting the teacher, explaining that he's her father.

And it gets more awkward when Taichi goes to pick her up because it'll be the same thing (though he probably gets called her uncle instead of grandfather) and he has to nervously explain to the teacher that he is her father as well. Then the teacher looks at him in confusion and surprise.

And seeing them drop her off together just makes her a little more surprised in realizing how the two look similar to her. That these are really her fathers.

[dapper-lil-arts]

The power level in the comics are comical at times. Celestia is a gigachad it seems. good

[choccy-milky]

part 2 to my modern AU📘📗💕 (part 1)

[triona-tribblescore]

UH- UM- MY HAND SLIPPED-

Tw// suggestive material

[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.

[ricky-mortis]

Cast swap Paulkins anyone?

[kyurochurro]

GM it’s Christmas so my gift to u is an older spirk doodle of them walking the err uhhh unicorn dog alien thing from tos GSHSBHA based off that one scene from 101 Dalmatians u know the one ;D ✨💫

[emarli-the-doodler]

Some Roxica doodles plus a redraw :P

[klimtsonian]

NPCs for my VTM game 🧛🏻🏛️🩸✨

[ahogedetective]

" sorry, you can't get in here without the right password. " / from misa!

{ Blanket fort meme from: x !!! }

"Huh?" Shuichi was just about to crawl into the blanket fort until she said that. "The right pass.... Misa. Please." He laughs, giving a playful whap to her arm. He knows he could be mischevious and just crawl right in, anyway, but he decides he'll play along, see if he can really guess the correct password.

"....Well alright, then: let's see if I can guess it. Hmmm..." He gives a pondering hum, lightly tapping his chin. "Let's see.... could it be related to one of your favorite fashion brands? Since you like to wear a lot of stylish clothes... like ahh..." He named off some of the brands he remembers Misa telling him she likes. "...Was I accurate? Or if not, may you be so kind as to provide your friend a hint? I'll give you a bigger share of the sweets I got for us if you do!! Hahaha.."

[torusdove]

These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

[blackkatdraws2]

Drawing dump! [Blank Scripts AU]

[Content Warning: Mentions of Self Harm at the last drawing (for shitpost purposes.)]

[depravedangelbaby]

♡ I'm such a pretty canvas ♡

[sysig]

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