#im a sucker for this man

[lawqual1ty]

I have this random head canon that Law is an absolute sucker for you acting snarky and cursing even more than him because he's like an actual ass-- so when you act almost the same he just melts inside.

Bonus points if you curse in another language (Spanish mainly since Corazon spoke Spanish)

[spitblaze]

you guys gotta stop shipping 30-year-old men and calling it old man yaoi. 30 is really not old. thats just man yaoi

[nemesyaaa]

i really think i can match his freak because i'm very gross like him, let's do disgusting things together ????

"you want my dick?" he asks - even though it's obvious you do - you want it so bad - nosing at his sac, inhaling him where the smell is most potent. and you whine - he has to peer down at you and hold your hair back to see your eyes, you've burried your face so deep in his clothed crotch - you nod eagerly. WANT HIS DICK EVERY MORNING, EVERY EVENING, EVERY AFTERNOON, EVERY NIGHT, EVERYTIME 😀😀😀

he teases at the band of his boxers - lowers them just a little - so the tuffs of his pubic hair peek out, and then he stops again, taunting you with it. "tell me how bad." he pulls you back when you try to nuzzle at him some more, shakes your head with his hand in your hair, fisting it - "c'mon - tell me how bad you wanna suck my cock." THE WETNESS IS DRIPPIN I FEAR

you're at him like a wild animal. yanking his boxers down, barely giving him time to step free of them before you're leaning in, gripping his cock in one of your hands to hold it out of your way as you dive between his legs to nose at his swollen sac. your eyes roll back as all that musk fills your nostrils, that sweaty warm skin scent, the fuzzy sensation of his balls against your lips and nose. you inhale deeply and patrick groans above you, and then he's lifting one leg and hooking it over your shoulder, spreading himself, giving you more access to his sack. JUST LIKE ANIMALS 👀THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AWESOME

"im gonna cum. aw, shit - love how fuckin' dirty you are for me, baby - fuck. gonna give you this fat fucking load n' then breed the next one into your pussy - fuck! -" SH¡T ! ME TOO 😚😚😚BREED ME, FEED ME, RAIL ME

need to drag the zipper of patrick's jeans down with my teeth so i can smell his musk through the denim and nuzzle my face up against his soft cock hhh been thinking a lot about cockwarming with my mouth lately

need to nuzzle him through his boxers feel him go from soft and chubby to hard - straining against the fabric but you're so hot just mouthing at him like a slut he lets you do that for awhile - get his boxers fucking damp with all your spit and drool. god, he loves watching you be depraved for him.

"you want my dick?" he asks - even though it's obvious you do - you want it so bad - nosing at his sac, inhaling him where the smell is most potent. and you whine - he has to peer down at you and hold your hair back to see your eyes, you've burried your face so deep in his clothed crotch - you nod eagerly.

he teases at the band of his boxers - lowers them just a little - so the tuffs of his pubic hair peek out, and then he stops again, taunting you with it. "tell me how bad." he pulls you back when you try to nuzzle at him some more, shakes your head with his hand in your hair, fisting it - "c'mon - tell me how bad you wanna suck my cock."

your eyes are glassy - you just want him so bad- you feel crazy with it, his scent and musk so close you just want to get lost in it, mouth filling with drool, so much that it spills past your lips when you go to answer him - "so bad. I want it so bad, patrick, please. let me - let me have your dick. I want it."

fuck, you're so hot. with his free hand he reaches down into the waistband of his boxers to fist himself, still not baring himself to you yet. he's hard now, thick and throbbing and aching to sink inside something warm and tight - but he wants to see you degrade yourself for him some more first.

"yeah? where do you want it?" he asks, starting to stroke himself slowly from root to tip. he's hot to the touch, nearly sweating into his own palm. heavy in his hand and pulsing with need. his balls hang even heavier, starting to ache.

"everywhere." you answer immediately and try to come forward, halted by patrick fist in your hair. you whine, dismayed. you see the movement under his boxers of his hand on his dick and want it inside you so bad you feel on fire with it. "anywhere, you can put it anywhere I don't care just give it to me, please."

no one had praised patrick on his patience. he lets go of your hair, takes his hand off his dick.

"yeah, alright." he relents, biting his bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth as he lets his head thump back against the door behind him. you hadn't even made it to the bed. "c'mere and give me that mouth first - "

you're at him like a wild animal. yanking his boxers down, barely giving him time to step free of them before you're leaning in, gripping his cock in one of your hands to hold it out of your way as you dive between his legs to nose at his swollen sac. your eyes roll back as all that musk fills your nostrils, that sweaty warm skin scent, the fuzzy sensation of his balls against your lips and nose. you inhale deeply and patrick groans above you, and then he's lifting one leg and hooking it over your shoulder, spreading himself, giving you more access to his sack.

"tongue it, baby" he grunts - "fuckin' lick my sweaty balls - fuck yes -" you feel his hand come down to replace yours on his dick - and you use open your mouth to lap at his low hanging balls eagerly. laving them with attention before sucking one ball into your mouth gently. the sound patrick let's out above you is guttural - and you can feel his knuckles brushing your forehead as he jerks himself off while you worship him.

you suck warmly on one ball, before letting it plop free from your mouth and giving the same attention to the other. swirling your tongue around the fleshy sac - feeling it twitch on your tongue. you try fitting both of them in your mouth, opening as wide as you can and your mouth making a gurling sound as drool spills down your chin in waves -

patrick lets you suck on his nuts for a time - before he's tugging you back and feeding you his hard dick, flushed almost purple with need at the tip - "that's it - that's fucking it, baby, fuuuuuuuck - " when you take him all down in one go - your throat opening for him easily. nose burried in his pelvis, the hair there covering your nose with more of his manly scent and your eyes roll back as he holds you there - fuckin his cock into you while barely pulling out, his wet balls smacking your already spit slicked chin.

"im gonna cum. aw, shit - love how fuckin' dirty you are for me, baby - fuck. gonna give you this fat fucking load n' then breed the next one into your pussy - fuck! -"

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[kendyroy]

very obsessed with the thought of wade coming home and logan sniffing someone else’s scent on his man and switching into jealous boyfriend mode

[jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger]

song: serendipity || time 1:30 || lyric: "i'm your calico cat"

jimin's SMILE

[emmafrostyyy]

y'all sleeping on Astarion/Lae'zel bc this moment is so...the way the flippant demeanor drops and he doesn't hesitate to call her out for sticking with her version of Cazador like their relationship is so underrated fr...

sitting down writing this bullshit like let me peel it like an onion a bit and elaborate why this pairing is fascinating to me

It's really interesting how during the most cathartic, life-altering moment in Astarion's questline, the reactions of the other companions are more about the moral wrongness/guilt of sacrificing innocent lives. Lae'zel doesn't do that and instead relates to his hurt.

She knows what's he's feeling, the lack of control, the unfairness of being powerless for too long. This is a woman who just found out her entire life purpose was built on lies, discarded and hunted by her own people after outliving her usefulness, and groomed to basically die for an insane power-hungry lich queen. She knows all too well that power isn't always real freedom. Her first instinct is to empathize with Astarion to steer him away from his hate and resentment.

Astarion/Lae'zel is so interesting to me because they're such a classic "can we make each other worse or make a better person out of the other?".

They both have genuine appreciation for violence and respect each other's ruthlessness. Astarion was used as a weapon of seduction while Lae'zel was of warfare. Sex with people is meaningless and not real intimacy for them, and while both have little understanding/experience of interpersonal relationships beyond the physical, they still feel and love very deeply. They have no frame of reference for things like friendship and warmth, but they badly want all of that and more, even if they don't know it yet.

In-game they can sleep with each other, which is basically the foundation of the normal Tav/Astarion romance. Lae'zel saw him during combat and got horny, who knows. Astarion who's used to luring people with his charms, takes up Lae'zel's blunt offer because she's a strong hardened warrior that can provide protection and be a worthy ally, and he doesn't know how to say no. Navigating the complications between one who wants to be seen beyond as a sex object, and one who comes from a totally alien culture with no concept of love/family/connections and only sex is honestly really compelling to me. It's a transactional, mutually beneficial thing with no emotional expectations. Once you get past the skeevy rockiness of their early relationship, I really like the idea of them slowly seeing something past the exterior and realizing they may have harshly misjudged the other, an unspoken friendship blooms, and in comes the realization that they are essentially loners longing for kindness and a comforting touch in the most desperate of situations.

Lae'zel is prideful, direct, has no sense of courtship talk, and doesn't hold back her thoughts the slightest--she's not sweet/agreeable and what you see is really what you get, which I imagine would be disarming for Astarion who's used to vacuous flattery and has difficulty trusting others. But she's also insanely protective, passionate, loyal, and an initiator-- every romance scene is triggered by her first and she's always showing effort towards her relationships, which would mesh well with Astarion who does need someone to nudge him.

She doesn't purposely suppress her feelings, she's just simply at loss at how to express them sometimes due to her wildly different upbringing. She stops the sparring match you agree to and an easy vulnerability slips instantly out of her: "I don't want to hurt you. I want to protect you, and for you to protect me." and "Thus far I've taunted you, devoured you, battled you. Now I want more than anything to soothe you." are romantic as fuck and Astarion of all people really needs to hear that tbh.

Astarion is also someone who struggles with reinforcing his boundaries, and a key theme in Lae'zel's romance is that she encourages and wants you to challenge her and learn to stand your ground. It's not gentlest method, but hey, relationships are about having to make an effort to learn each other's language.

I think he also would take pleasure "educating her on the matters of Fay-run" (I believe there's a whole banter with him teasing her and teaching her pet names) and would get a kick out of coaxing Lae'zel out of her shell with her shyness at showing public affection, and making her blush. Also it simply would be fucking funny to see Astarion who's used to easy seduction, trying to pass a persuasion check just to get a smooch and generally having to work to earn regular kisses from Lae'zel lmfaooo

Lae'zel also initially struggles to see her chains as chains. When she learns about Vlaakith's betrayal, she copes instantly through denial and shuts it down. Astarion is NOT having it and calls her out, he knows her well enough to recognize that she would value blunt honesty above all.

I imagine he also despises her lack of self-preservation, the way her entire identity is tied to duty and being in service of others, and doesn't understand her desire to still help/liberate the people that want her dead and are hunting her down. He wants to make this duty-bound soldier realize that looking out for herself, and putting herself first may not be the worst thing in the world.

They're so similar to each other but are also polar opposites in some ways that make a more equal, balanced romance I think. It's not a simple, one-sided, feel-good "she/he can fix her/him" fantasy because both of them have to earn each other's love, actually cut through the other's flaws, and actively motivate each other to be better versions of themselves.

They're not at all the other's ideal guiding hand. It's rough, jagged, and imperfect, but that's how healing goes. It's so far from being the healthiest relationship -- but even if their belief systems differ, their moral compass does often align. I imagine it's a slight relief for them to have a partner where there would be less shame and judgment when they expectedly, occasionally slip up and fall into their bad habits.

Also, man, the "You showed me the betweens and beyonds. Beyond war and peace, beyond passion and obsession, most importantly, you showed me freedom.", "First you were my wound, now you were my cure.", "But you saw something else in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago.." lines really hit hard when applied to them.

Of course, they can also make each other worse, feed into the other's negative traits that will bring out the worst part of themselves. It's this duality of their pairing that is very interesting to explore, the way it can steer in either direction because it's an intense, fraught relationship at its core.

[rafey-baby]

hidden 2

cw: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, outlaw!rafe getting injured and reluctantly letting pogue!reader clean him up, suggestive & him being sleazy

wc: 2k

hope u enjoy xx

part 1 & part 3 part 4 part 5

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It’s past midnight and Rafe is driving over the speed-limit. He had said something about handling business and then more or less shoving her into the passenger seat of his truck before she even had the chance to open her mouth in objection.  

The island sky is as dusky as the bottom of the ocean as he races through the soundless highway that reminds her of the yellow brick road; never-ending and with no certainty of what’s looming at the finish line. 

She sits silently on the passenger seat because even if she was curious as to where exactly they were headed to, she’s well aware that he wouldn’t tell her if she asked.    

Her heavy lids fall closed to the calming noise of the wind picking up outside the vehicle and she’s so exhausted she falls asleep within minutes. Therefore, she’s not sure how much time has passed before she’s jostled awake to him turning off the engine in an empty parking lot. 

“Don’t even think about opening the door, alright?” A heavy warning lingers in his tone as he’s tucking his gun in the waistband of his pants and grabbing a thick wad of cash from the glove compartment.  

She hums her acknowledgment and watches his actions; wandering eyes filled with questions. However, he merely offers her a brief glance and then he’s throwing open the door and disappearing into the eerily serene night; leaving her alone in the dimly lit space with her nervous inhales and exhales the only thing keeping her company.  

She tries to peer through the window, squinting in order to see where he’s run off to but the faint glow of the street lamps provides little to no help, making her impatiently tap her nails against the center console as she waits for him to return. She presses her ear to the window but unfortunately no sounds other than the rustling of the leaves in the trees surrounding the area reach her eardrums.  

She sighs.  

What if something happens? 

She knows that he doesn’t need for her to worry over him but she can’t help it. No matter how terrible of a person he is, she doesn’t wish for anything bad to happen to him. After all, she’s not a carefully programmed robot entirely void of human emotions, is she?

The mellow memory of him reluctantly trying to soothe her after her outburst the other day still lingers at the forefront of her mind and turns her initial thoughts regarding him into something softer. After all, she was certain he was going to kill her because she had threatened him with his gun. However, he merely seemed entertained by her stupid bravery, opting to mock her instead of showing a single ounce of actual fear.

And she doesn’t know why, but there’s this peculiar flutter in her tummy whenever her brain decides to mull over the moment of him wrapping his big arms around her shaky body in an almost gentle manner.  

She wants to forget about it, ignore it and simply despise him for forcing her to help him, but she can’t. Can’t help the fact that even if she’s utterly terrified of him, there’s also something about him that almost fascinates her; lures her in and makes her want to figure him out and she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to think of that.  

There’s something enticing about the way he’s such a polar opposite to her; not only is he a Kook but he’s also violent and hostile whereas she doesn’t even have the heart to kill a bug. His demeanor is aggressive and she thought that was all there was but then he goes on and practically hugs her when she’s a trembling mess with salty tears streaking her cheeks. 

All of it confuses her to no end; disarranging her cerebrum and making foreign emotions bubble in her chest like molten lava. Or maybe she’s just touch-deprived; starving for whatever attention Rafe is suddenly offering her so generously.  

She doesn’t necessarily want to think about any of it right now though; opting to stare out into the gloom of the night and forcing her mind somewhere else entirely when all at once, the driver’s side door slams open and her head snaps towards it; eyes startled and heart jumping in her chest at the instantaneous intrusion.  

“Calm down, ‘s just me,” Rafe mutters, sounding out of breath; exhales harsh and chest rising and falling like a madman as he slumps down on the leather seat, eyes flitting over her tense form.

“You seriously didn’t move?” He huffs out. “Such a good little puppy, huh?”   

At that, she comes to the conclusion that she’s definitely craving a very specific type of attention when her thighs involuntarily press together at his twisted notion of praise.   

“You— uh…you okay?” She cautiously asks, ignoring the warmth scattering along the apples of her cheeks.   

“I’m fine,” he mumbles before starting the engine and speeding back out onto the road that’s still sound asleep; the pitch-black sky beginning to fade into a darkened navy blue with the dim glimmer of the street lamps illuminating their journey.   

She then gets a better look at him and notices a few cuts and bruises adorning his tired face. There’s a particularly deep scrape on his cheekbone; crimson transferring to the back of his hand when he mindlessly swipes over it.   

“Rafe…you’re bleeding. What happened?” She exclaims, uneasiness coating her tone.

“Don’t worry, okay? Just had some, uh…disagreements. Should honestly see the other guy,” a lazy smirk paints over his face as he lets out a dry chuckle.  

“Rafe, those could get infected or something. Do you want me to clean them up for you?”  

“It’s just a few scratches, you’re acting as if I’m bleeding out,” he rolls his eyes, turning exasperated.  

“I’m being serious, you can’t exactly go to the doctor if those actually end up getting infected, can you?” She argues with a pout.    

”Shit, are all Pogues this fucking stubborn or just you? Told you, it’s fine,” he snaps in disdain, knuckles turning white from their grip on the steering wheel.  

“It’s not fine, though. Can you just…can you just let me help you? It’ll take like ten minutes and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she rakes a hand through her hair in frustration because in her opinion Rafe is the one being stubborn right now.   

“I’m not worrying about it!” His gravelly voice thunders from his chest, making her flinch.  

“Well, I am,” her tone is quiet now; slightly regretting bringing the topic up in the first place.    

At that, he lets out an irritated sigh and then he’s abruptly pulling over to a parking lot next to some gas station.  

She turns to look at him with a surprised expression.   

“Don’t have all day. Get the fucking first aid kit from the glove box,” he grumbles out a harsh demand.   

“O— okay,” her face begins to light up in victory as she scurries to open the compartment in front of her, rummaging through it and trying to not pay attention to the plastic baggies filled with white powder or the wads of cash her hand comes in contact with.   

At last, her tentative fingertips find the small red bag she was looking for. However, when she turns to face him again, he’s not initiating any sort of movement, simply spreading his legs out in front of him in his slouched position and peering down at her expectantly.  

She hesitates.   

“You’re not gonna…move?”  

“If you wanna play nurse so fucking bad then you have no problem sitting on my lap, right? Not gonna reach all the way from there, are ya?” His tone is mocking and she can practically feel the cherry blush crawling up her face.  

“Oh, right. Um— yeah. I’ll just…” She blinks and then she’s clumsily climbing over the console and awkwardly lowering down to stumble into his lap. He merely looks at her with a bored expression; annoyance swimming in the lagoons of his eyes as he glares at her, clearly bothered by the fact that he has to waste his precious time on something as trivial as this.   

She huffs before timidly opening the first aid kit and trying to settle down on his lap. However, with his long legs sprawled out in the legroom he’s not exactly making it easy for her; being petty and difficult on purpose as she takes out a clean cotton pad and dampens it with some antiseptic spray.   

“Can you just…” she trails off before gingerly taking ahold of his jaw and lifting his face in order to examine the injuries better.  

He lets her freely maneuver his head as she pleases and despite the sting, not even flinching when she gently dabs over a smaller cut on his jaw. Merely letting his gaze flicker over her features; making her grow nervous under his curious eyes as she tries to concentrate on the vermilion spots on his face and not the way he’s soundlessly observing her.  

Or the fact that she’s currently closer to him than she’s ever been before. Can feel the even breaths from his nose tickling the skin of her lower face when she leans down to get a better angle.  

“So…you’re a drug dealer or?” She decides to try her luck, not being able to sweep the cocaine in the glove compartment under the rug so carelessly.   

“What did I say about questions, Puppy?” He scolds her instead of answering.   

“Right, sorry,” her eyes drop down. At least she tried.  

She doesn’t say anything more, instead focuses all her attention on cleansing the scrapes and tries not to pay any mind to the fact that as an afterthought, this position is incredibly improper and she’s not entirely sure why she agreed to it so easily.  

Upon careful consideration, she thinks she’s entirely too aware of his sturdy muscles underneath her and it’s turning her respiration more labored by each wipe over his face.  

“Thinkin’ about going to Guadeloupe next week,” he utters out after several minutes of silence.  

“You are?”   

“Mhm. My family owns a house there,” his low-pitched tone is calm; almost relaxed.  

“But, how are you—” her brows crease in a question.   

“I have a private jet,” he states as if it should be obvious; he is a proud Kook, after all.   

“Right. Of course you do,” she shakes her head when the corners of his mouth tug up.   

“How long are you gonna stay there?” She asks as she lifts her hand to swipe the saturated cotton over the deeper wound on his cheekbone.   

“Don’t know, ’til I figure something else out,” he shrugs.   

She hums and then shuffles around in his lap some more, trying to wriggle upwards in order to not fall off. However, as she’s shifting into a more comfortable position, he suddenly lets out a low grunt from the back of his throat.  

“Shit, Puppy. You really gotta move around so much?” He murmurs, promptly resting warm palms on her hips, halting her movements altogether.   

“S— sorry,” her eyes round out when she can suddenly feel a slight bulge in his pants. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tryna get me hard on purpose, hm?” A breathy chuckle escapes his lips along with amusement glittering in blue gemstones as he inspects her flushed face with intrigue.   

“Oh, no— I’m not…was just— trying not to fall,” her words are rushed; thoroughly embarrassed as she blinks repeatedly.  

“Just, uh…stay still, yeah? Need me to steady you?” He rasps before strong arms are holding her upright by a firm grip on her waist.   

“Thanks,” her voice is a muted whisper and she tries not to seem so affected as she gets a new cotton pad and begins to scrub off some of the dried scarlet from under his bottom lip; not daring to shift an inch after that.  

[ladyy-stardusst]

jax teller is the most lana del rey man to ever exist

[s-aint-elmo]

the canon of dunmeshi makes it easy to imagine farcille with marcille as the perpetually pining party ready and willing to violate the most fundamental laws of nature for the woman she is utterly, irrevocably in love with. but.

the idea of marcille doing everything she does under the impression that falin is just her dearest most special friend that she loves with the normal platonic intensity of all girl besties while newly re-resurrected falin is shaking laios in their shared bedroom at the earliest opportunity trying to spark their two brain cells together to figure out if marcille, who she has been desperately crushing on since magic school, is actually in lesbians with her and just denser than a neutron star is infinitely funnier so that's the version of reality i subscribe to

(to sweeten the pot this makes marcille being obsessed with romantic drama and effortlessly spinning a character study of chilchuck's wife based solely on two sentences, her knowledge of him as a co-worker, and the power of her own delusions so much funnier too. too busy working that maxed out delusion stat on her unfortunate partymates to look inward for two seconds)

[ibahibut]

Just wanna see more messed up Lucanis, coz why not 🥺

[earfgoddesss]

I'm so obsessed with the current ATLA comics artsyle. Everyone looks SO GOOD. I love how handsome and perfect Aang, esp that he's 16 in the comics. I love how cute and badass Toph is. I love the rigid shapes on Sokka that show his masculine personality, but still combined with his smug expressions. I love the texture of Katara's hair. I LOVE how BEAUTIFUL Azula, Zuko, and Ursa are and how they all kind of have the same face. I love how Azula looks in her comic so much, I can't describe why, but she just looks so good. Iroh looks the same tbh, he's just chilling. AND SUKI LOOKS SO MASC HERE!!

Artist is Peter Wartman and the Colors are done by Ryan Hill btw

[sf-renard]

🌌🌌🌌

"Alan?.."

"Yeah?"

"I think your eyes are beautiful."

[thinkingabout-girls]

you’re where you belong now!

[monakisu]

more shido's cognitive goro being a creepy horror monster please!!! i wish there'd been more build-up to his presence in the ship, like the occasional pair of red pinprick pupils watching from the shadows, some disjointed footsteps in an otherwise empty room, the player noting a foreboding feeling of being watched, movement disappearing around a corner the second you step foot into a new room, etc etc etc...

he's just suchhh a weird creature. a doppelgänger with twisted ideals and thoughts deeply different from the original’s. who knows what the hell he’ll do? he’s unpredictable!! and a cutie pie :]