#idk tbh

[xxlady-lunaxx]

from any other view, sanemi could’ve seemed possessive of giyuu. clinging onto him ‘till the last minute, reluctant to let him go. holding him so tightly, so fervently. but that wasn’t it. touching giyuu, kissing giyuu was a confirmation that he was alive. that he was there, and not gone, not yet. it was reassurance that giyuu was in his arms and not six feet away, without the uncrossable bridge that had stretched between sanemi and much too many people. in a way that it would make sense for sanemi to be possessive, because he had lost one too many so that it became an instinct for him to pull them away from life. life was much more ruthless, more, even, than death. because it was never certain, constantly dangling the people sanemi loved in front of his face, taunting him before letting them slip right through his fingers. so as long as he kept giyuu close, as long as he could feel his warm skin against his own, feel his smiles against his neck, he could be momentarily assured that, for now, giyuu would not leave him.

[theangelcatalogue]

I'm UT austin RTC biggest and first fan and Open Stage second biggest fan (I'm not first cause @justacl0wn exists)

[reidgif]

13.3

[ask-tfa-blitzwing]

Icy: "I zhink it's only smart enough ve run him over. he did capture us and steal our veapons."

Hothead: "let's destroy him! ve didn't get zhe opportunity vhen ve got captured!"

Random: "can ve spin him around like a helicopter instead??"

[blueberryxbloom]

♡ 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♡

[Malefairyxreader]

You found solace in a small cabin at the edge of the forest, living surrounded only by nature and its inhabitants, such as fox beastman, orcs, and fairies. Despite the occasional demands for the crops you grow from these beings whose territory you resided in, you never object. After all, it's akin to paying protection money to school bullies. However, one creature stands out from the rest, a fairy boy no bigger than your hand, who is constantly eating all your crops without your permission and tugging and pulling on your clothes.

Frustrating as it is, communication with him is impossible since he produces only the sound of tinkling bells from his tiny mouth. Not being able to understand his language makes it difficult to decipher his intentions. You could only relay on his expressions, which usually seems angry or frustrated. You come to the conclusion that he probably doesn't like you and wants you to leave the forest, but you couldn't be farther from the truth.

The fairy is actually in love with you, more obsess actually. Unknownly, you have been labeled as 'romantic human-creature' among the fairies for your previous behavior toward the little one.

The day you met him, you offered him a four leaf clover, thinking he would appreciate the lucky symbol and its connection to nature and perhaps even bless your crops in return. However, he interpreted your gesture as a romantic advance, taking it as a sign that you were trying to court him upon your first meeting. Amused by the situation, he accepted the clover and subsequently shared the story with his friends, finding it humorous that a silly human-creature had attempted to win his favor.

From that moment on, whenever you encountered the little fairy, you would offer him small flowers, silently hoping for a blessing for your crops. However, rather than securing a blessing for your harvest, you found yourself facing a fairy whose face continued to turn increasingly rosy every time you gave him a flower. How odd.

Eventually, your attempts at securing a blessing for your crops led you to go the extra mile and made him a little flower crown. He was already smitten, but that little flower crown was the nail in the coffin that sealed his affection for you.

The fairy, overwhelmed with emotion, had reached the state of intense blushing, now resembling a ripe tomato. Despite never receiving a blessing for your crops, you possessed something even more precious, the heart of shy and flustered fairy.

[averageludwig]

some halloween demo art i forgor to post :p my spooky little guy,,, i love him

[stars-webcore]

Bro got down w it

[lialuvsaven]

“Busy?”

Aventurine looks up from his holographic screen at your question, his focused demeanour quickly dissipating as he sees your face. You extend a coffee mug to him, which he accepts with eyes full of unsaid appreciation.

“Never for you.” He winks, and you give him a slight scoff.

"That's enough flirting— I was genuinely asking."

"Ah," he looks back at his screen for a split second to think about it, before shrugging and opting to give you the truth. "Honestly? Yes. It's not really essential by my standards, but it's certainly tedious and time consuming."

You hum quietly in response to his statement, setting your own half-empty mug on a neighbouring table before approaching to sit next to him. "You mind working with me clinging to you?"

He merely chuckles in answer, shaking his head. "Of course not. After all, I'd gladly drop everything at the drop of a hat if that meant your royal highness would be pleased with me."

A poke to his side, and he yelps— as if you've poked his kidneys with that

You grumble, not bothering to verbally admonish him. He does this way too often; you've become accustomed to it. He's actually really funny when he wants to be, but you wouldn't acknowledge it for fear of being teased about it. You have a sense he knows, though.

"Will not disturb you" you mumble, snuggling closer so he does not have any difficulty reading his holographic screen- nor with using his hands. He strokes your back gently, and you hum, closing your eyes as you prepare to make a trip to the land of slumber again.

"didn't you just have coffee?" Aventurine asks quietly, his nails idly scratching your scalp as he sips coffee. You hum in answer, an unspoken "It will not deter me from my plans."

A loud exhale of amusement escapes his lips, and he finally sets down the now-empty coffee mug, resuming to work while running his hand through your hair or patting your back on occasion.

And you? You end up taking the nicest nap you've had in a month.

[kaishandonmyass]

Destiny’s Bounty

[marrowleech]

“ yeah toxic fruitcake is sickening…” I mutter at 3 am as I draw this

The hands r fucky but smd

[penaltyboxmaster]

i think i’m going insane

[theangelcatalogue]

" No kids, i won't call any of you good boys or girls. You all just rode the cyclone rollercoaster. " - Karnak

[max-the-hecker]

Hello gang

[painted-piethon]

Drew some more dwd/drakepad fanart

Comments and reblogs are welcomed

[chubbyreaderchan]

Fight | Poly!Lost boys x GN!reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, reader gets touched by a rando, fighting, first time writing a fic for the Lost Boys.

Summary: An outsider thinks the reader is selling themselves to the Boys and thinks it’s okay to harass her, right in front of them!

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Music blared through the boardwalk; the boys surrounded you, their human mate enjoying the show. Paul was dancing and laughing with Mark, David was smoking leaning against a railing eyeing the crowd for their dinner, and you were leaning against the chest of Dwayne. His hands rested on your hips as you moved to the music.  

You couldn’t help but laugh watching your boys just be that your boys. Paul swaggered up to you, a big goofy grin on his face, and pressed a tongue and teeth-filled kiss against your lips. You laughed again as he pulled away mouthing the words to the song being sung before practically tackling Marko. The cute cherub was one wrong move from a fight constantly, and Paul almost got decked, almost. Only stopped because Marko realized who it was. You couldn’t help but shake your head at the antics of your boyfriends.

You pat at your jacket pockets and count to see how much cash you had before deciding to break off to get overly expensive concert water.

“I’m gonna be back,” you pulled slightly from Dwayne, who gently held your wrist as you pulled back.

“What’s up, sweetheart,” he asked.

“Just thirsty, I’ll be back,” You gave him a quick peck on his lips weaving a bit.

You gently lay a hand on David’s shoulder; his crystal blue eyes stare up at you his hand touching yours.

“Water,” you respond to his look. “I’ll be fine you keep thinking about dinner, okay?”

David didn’t say anything, just gave you a mildly annoyed look before scoping the crowd letting your hand slip through his.

It was a surprisingly short line, most likely due to the booth running out of alcohol and everyone moving on to a different one. Yet it seemed to take a lot longer for the attendant to get your water, you didn’t mind waiting. It was nice to step away from the crowd a bit, and take a breath of… not exactly fresh air but air not suffocating from the stench of body odor and general wet-butt-concert smell.  

It was a wonder your boys could stand the stench.

You leaned against the counter of the booth, back turned slightly from the crowd, tapping on the wood to the drum beat as best as you were able. Two cold and thin hands ran over your ass, a smile on your face assuming it was Paul or Marko only to turn and be shocked to see… some guy.

Great. “How much do they pay you,”

“What?”

“To have all of them all over you, they gotta pay good to gang bang you, eh?” He grabbed at your face, but you pushed him off.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” David’s voice was loud.

Relief of not needing to fight some asshole washed over you.

“C’mere kitten,” He called you, and you morphed into the group of biker punks.

Marko looked like a ticking time bomb about to explode on the guy. He thought he was being slick. Smooth. Trying to get on their mate.

That wouldn’t happen.

Ever.

“Oh, you who I talk to about how much a fuck with them is?” he said right to David’s face.

The platinum blonde sneered, tossing his cigarette to the ground. But Marko was quicker. His fists flew hard, potentially breaking the bone of the man.

They were crowding around ready to tear him apart, Dwayne the only one holding back to keep you from getting involved.

They only stopped when security arrived, throwing the whole fighting group out of the venue.

“You guys don’t have to do that,” you tell them, walking back to their bikes.

You mount Marko’s feeling like you need to hold onto him the most. He joins you on his bike, allowing you to wrap your arms around his middle.

“Doll, we won't let you be disrespected like that,” David said, lifting your chin with his gloved finger to face him.

His touch elicited a happier feeling than that of the groping bastard. A smile cracks on your lips, and David presses a quick kiss to them.

“At least we have dinner now,” Paul said, pinching your cheek playfully before mounting his bike.

You lean against Marko, cheek against his patterned jacket. “Thanks for defending my honor, Marko,”

“Of course, dove. What kind of mate would I be if I let someone treat you like that,”

With that, they kicked off their bikes and recklessly took you back to the cave.

[blcknebula]

My Twst Oc Blessing! I had so much fun doing I’m not gonna lie. (The relationships are based off of a RP I’m doing with my friend)

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