#in the ooc chat

[blackkatdraws2]

Quick note to people who use Kat's art / characters!!

How to Properly Use Kat's Content!

Get my permission first! [Ask in my DMs]

Credit me!

That's it lol

I don't mind that much but I would appreciate it if people asked me first. I don't have a problem with people using my art for profile pictures, chat bots [NOT NSFW], reposting on social medias I'm not in, Discord emojis, etc.

Let's just be reasonable, yeah? （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

What Not to Do!

Don't use my art to sell!

Don't use my characters for anything NSFW!

Don't use it to generate AI art/images/videos!

If you're reposting my art, don't tell people it's yours! Don't impersonate me either!

Don't make/add anything strange or inappropriate using my content/characters!

If you're not doing anything listed then I'm good with almost anything as long as you credit me.

[You're also free to ask me in DMs if you wanna do something with my works/characters that you're not sure will breach my boundaries.]

What do you do if you see somebody:

Selling my art?

- REPORT THEM! These people absolutely do not have my permission! They take other artists' art as well, it's not just me!

Reposting my art without credit?

- Tell them to give me credit! If they delete your comment / claim that it's theirs, report them! If they comply then leave them be.

Pretending to be me in social medias that aren't Youtube, Tiktok, Tumblr, Bluesky, and Twitter?

- Report them!! Don't impersonate me.

Using my art / characters in ChararacterAI, etc.?

- As long as it's a SFW bot and it has credits, leave them be.

- If it's inappropriate / an NSFW bot of my characters, report it!

Alright, Have fun guys. ✌️

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript: Machine, people want us to "do the do".

How would that even work, Machine?

We don't have lips with which we can tenderly kiss.

I suppose my hand could go down here and- Oh yes. That's nice.

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[doctorsiren]

Horrifying images created tonight during WILD conversations in the server 😨

If I had to make them, then you all have to see them 😁🫶

[bigfatbreak]

"bfb why do the transformed blasphemous hero forms look like furries" because I'm a furry next question

[arienic]

(KILLER CHAT) RONIN X READER

Every time Ronin kisses you, you feel his grin on your mouth.

Not that it's the worst thing. Objectively, this should be the least of your worries. But sometimes his teeth knock against yours, and it feels like you're middle-schoolers trying your hand at a sweet first kiss. You kiss and kiss and kiss again — it never seems to go away, that damning smile of his. So you talk to him.

"Ronin," you tell him breathlessly one time, your face a hair's breadth from his; your eyes hazy, lazy, and half-lidded, "I can't kiss you properly if you keep smiling and laughing."

He'd only grinned again: a sly, sly thing. His thumb traces circles under your jaw. "Thought I was kissin' you pretty well there, baby. Weren't you enjoying it at all?"

"Ronin," you try again — but he outright laughs, this time, and you flush indignantly.

"So desperate, so pathetic," he says, and presses his joyous mouth right on yours. It lasts: one moment, two moments, three moments, four. Just as you begin to melt into him, he pulls away. Ronin laughs again at the look on your face: want, want, want. "What a pretty, pathetic darlin'. All for me, hm?"

 You sigh, leaning down to hide your face in his neck. "God, you're horrible."

He gasps mockingly. "Fuck, really? Hadn't noticed."

"Ronin."

"And to ask me to give up one of my only means to express joy?" he continues, thumbing at the space under your ear. You shiver, sighing into his neck. "Such a cruel lover. You're trying to ruin me, aren'tcha?"

"Fuck you," you mutter, eyes fluttering shut.

"Brutal," Ronin says, grinning, and coaxes you from your hiding spot. "Fuckin' wicked, baby." 

When he kisses you again, you think he's doing it on purpose: bumping his teeth into yours, his lips slipping past your own and onto your cheek; and his smile, stretching wider than ever.

[kaiisgenshinantics]

kinich getting possessed somehow and ajaw panicking getting SO pissed off that somebody DARES to take the body he was promised and goes specifically out of his way to save "drag kinich's sorry ass out of that situation" and realizing he got attached kind of doesnt want him dead is tolerating kinich a little more

[askchilchuck]

its always “chilchucks a dilf” “ooh chilchucks def a dilf” HE IS NOT. sir you are not a dilf, everyone. Chilchuck tims is not a dilf,

he’s a milf.

Alright. Look. We need to have a talk, all of you.

[aireia]

SUNDAY x reader NOTE: I haven't written in 4 months. Good morning Sunday fans

warnings: comfort, might be ooc </3

Thinking about….

Sunday with a glass doll! Reader. He’d be so gentle with you when he touched you– He would find his hand stopping right before it touched your cheek, afraid he’d break you, until you reassured him it would be fine. Once his hand rested itself on your cheek, he’d use his thumb to run over the cracks made when you got into fights outside of the dream, in reality. 

Your skin– The glass you were made from was cold to the touch. Sunday figured that it was because of the lack of blood that flowed through your body. Sometimes, he’d wonder if you could feel the warmth radiating off him when you were close, sometimes he’d wonder if you even felt the same way he did. 

Those nights when he’s struggling to fall asleep in bed as he reminisces about the past, and you hold him close while running your fingers through his hair, gently stroking his wings, and whispering nothing but comforting words to him, he’s reminded the soul in your body is just as human as he is.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

(I love this au already)

What's their dorm situation like? I'm also curious to see the classic Brother Shenanigans and how that plays out, lol.

~ 🎃

"As for the shenanigans? C’mon, take a guess! Anyway, I hope this answers your question!"

[outofcontextdiscord]

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

your boyfriend scourge comes over while you’re baking to bug you.

content. scourge x gn!reader, reader is baking 🍰 (not implied to be a full-on baker, moreso a one time thing), teasing, smoking, slight fluff, suggestive behavior and language around the end

☂︎ wc. 1.1k ☂︎ a/n. hi hi hi!!! we have scourge for our last one :) i actually rlly like how this one turned out… im working on ur guys requests dont worry <3 

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

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“Hey, sweet stuff.” A voice draws out from behind you, interrupting your baking at hand as your boyfriend emerges from his nap this late. “Smells damn good in here. What’cha makin’?” It’s already 00:48, and he wants to come over here like it’s the crack of dawn. Ugh.

Scourge tilts his head at your displeased expression. “What?” He says, enjoying your physical reaction of annoyance as you turn your heel, focusing on the dessert at hand. “I ain’t even do nothin’ yet.” Emphasis on ‘yet’.

Scourge makes his way into the kitchen with you, leaning against the kitchen counter as he eyes your latest creation; some beignets, soon to be dusted in powdered sugar and slathered with delicious honey. “Why’re ya’ bakin’ so late?” He murmurs, obviously finding interest in your random antics at this hour, but you shrug your shoulders and empty the freshly cooked beignets away from the oil onto a plate set with a paper towel. 

Well, you were hungry. And shit, when you’re hungry, you’re gonna eat. Obviously.

He scoffs lightly, and you hear a small shuffling behind you, making you turn your head towards him.

“Y’ always doin’ somethin’ weird when yer up late." Scourge mutters, flicking his lighter repeatedly until it finally hits, and he holds a cigarette close to his mouth, lighting the end and taking a small puff in. Did he already forget about you telling him not to smoke inside so often? You pout, putting a hand on your hip as you glare at him, giving him the sort of look that screams ‘put it out’.

But he doesn’t, looking at you with a cheeky grin, and even blowing the smoke in your direction afterwards. “I ain’t forget.” Ah, great. Now you have to add mind reading to his list of tricks he can use against you. “Y’ aren’t gonna be too mad, right?”

A terrible but also good thing about Scourge is that he knows your limits. He knows to what point you’ll handle his antics, but on the opposite side of that, he knows when to tone it down. It leads to some mildly annoying situations, but nothing big enough to bitch over.

You roll your eyes, lightly dusting some powdered sugar over your fresh beignets, then quickly drizzling some honey on top. God, they look so good. The first bite is gonna-

“Lemme get one.” Scourge bumps into you, pushing you aside slightly to take a beignet off its plate. Of course he doesn’t ask for permission.

Well, you were gonna let him have one anyway, but still. Some manners would be nice, but manners are pretty much nonexistent with him.

He’s quiet for a few seconds, licking his lips briefly before going in for another bite. That’s a good sign coming from him. After being with Scourge for this long, you can almost read him like an open book.

“‘S good.” Oh. Guess he got you there. 

You tilt your head over at him, not expecting the small, genuine compliment. Usually, he’d say something slick out the side of his mouth; maybe a little joke or something. Maybe he’s feeling sweet tonight?

Scourge taps his cigarette lightly onto the kitchen counter near the sink, ash falling onto the marble as he licks some honey off his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, making another scowl form on your face. “Oops.” He says, his eyes widening slightly as he taps the rest of the ash into the sink. “My bad, babe.” Dirting your counters and everything. He notices your scowl and smirks at you, dragging his finger up his tongue, and then licking some extra honey off his lips. “What? Ya took away the ashtray.” True. It’s still lying away from Scourge’s gaze even now, hidden in your room in an attempt to get him to smoke inside less. Shame it didn’t work. Stupid idiot…

“So the chef’s not gonna take a bite of their own shit? C’mon.” He chuckles, holding up a beignet to your mouth. It’s hard to fight the smile on your face, and you take a bite of it eagerly, savoring especially the rich honey you drizzled all over the dessert, coupled with the sugar and soft beignet. Yum.

“Got something there.” Scourge grazes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping unknown honey you had accidentally smeared there while savoring the pastry. He then meets your eyes, licking the honey off his thumb with a smug grin. “Good, yeah?”

… Idiot. He really knows how to get you going.

Suddenly, the smoke from the cigarette flows in your direction, and you wince from the smell. Eugh. You’ve never been one to smoke often at all, maybe once or twice (if the mood's right with Scourge), but other than that you’ve never been fond of it. Scourge reads your expression and his cheeky grin falters.

“Hmm?” He draws out lazily. “Somethin’ wrong?” As soon as he asks, he eyes the cigarette set in his left hand, still emitting smoke. “Oh.”

He takes another draw from it, but to your shock, he wordlessly flicks the cigarette into the sink, a short sizzling sound emitting from it as a bit of water puts it out. “All ya had to do was ask, babe.” Scourge mutters. “You know I wouldn’t keep the shit around if it really bugged ya. M’ not that much of a dickhead.” He tilts his head down, blowing the smoke down to the floor as he looks up to meet your gaze again.

… He really has changed. You struggle to push back the small smile on your face at the thought of it.

“Hmm? Whatcha’ smiling for?” For him. For the way he is today. Even if putting out his cigarette is such a small gesture; it’s progress. It’s there.

Scourge pauses at your heartfelt words, shock lining his features before he tries to shake it off, tugging you over slightly by your shirt. “C’mere, babe.” He says gently, pressing a kiss on your lips as he cups your cheek, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tasting the mix of sweet sugar and honey in your mouth. The mixed taste of slight ash and honey fills yours, but you really don't care right now. It’s such an easy thing to ignore when he’s such a good kisser.

After what feels like forever, you two break away from each other, panting as your breath mingles with one another's. 

Fuck. He’s so sweet… Even when he tries to hide his embarrassment with a kiss.

“Lemme show ya’ a good time, honey. Bet cha’ taste just as sweet as it too…”

(i’ve always wanted to try beignets. they look so yummy… with the powdered sugar and everything 🤤)

[doppelcoworker]

> [ He's lying down in a hospital bed, the soft mattress cushioned his back as he remained lying unconscious. How long had he been out? ]

> [ Was he okay? Obviously not, but it's always the first thing that comes to one's mind when they see someone injured. ]

> [ The last thing he remembered seeing was a brief look at his friend, tendrils reaching out before he was out cold. ]

> [ He is covered in bruises. ]

> [ Would you like to say something to him? ]

"……"

[darkest-deception]

[When Anwir wakes up, Khora wouldn't be in the bed next to her]

-@songs-from-the-void

[He frowns, sitting up and rubbing their eyes]

K-Khora..?

[ratman517]

CrossGuild Headcanons!!!

Buggy

Can’t cook for shit, good at baking though

Makes REALLY good brownies (makes cosmic brownies the most)

Constantly wearing boxers with hearts

Often looses his limbs

Has been hit in the face with cakes/pies more times than he can count

Deathly scared of ALL bugs, moths specifically

Cannot stand blood in video games, doesn’t mind it irl

Had a pet hamster at one point, if you mention it he will break down crying

Really good at magic tricks but could not explain how he does certain things (he’s not gatekeeping he genuinely just doesn’t know)

Mihawk

Never cold somehow

You will never catch this man sitting normally

His bed has 0 room to move around

Yoru has her own bed, bigger than mihawks

Looses his snail often since he never uses it

Has an extremely large bookcase, only reads 1 section of it

It’s the section full of gardening books

Really good at origami

His room looks like a gothic IKEA showcase room (devoid of personal trinkets)

Has pierced ears yet never swaps out the earring (he forgets he has them)

Vampire teeth and pointed ears

Goes to sleep extremely early (like 5-6ish sometimes earlier if he’s bored)

Crocodile

Has a 10ft banana wani plushy in his bed

Makes a really good omelette

Can cook but doesn’t know how to use spices

Knows cardistry!

His bottom canines are bigger than average

Cold blooded, can be found sunbathing on rare occasions

Really good at drawing animals & nature scenery, can’t draw anything humanoid for the life of him

Has many books about different animal species, mushrooms, and foraging

Used to be super energetic when he was young

Shitty ass sleep schedule

Doesn’t see anything wrong with it

Turns to sand when exhausted or overstimulated

Probably has an undiagnosed behavioral disorder but god forbid you mention it (Buggy tried and got crucified instantly)

Red and Green colorblind

And yknow just for shits and giggles I’ll do Crochawk cause I love the ship so much it hurts please free me from this curse…

Crochawk

Using emojis since lazy, probably horribly ooc ;-;

🦅 loves to cuddle and at first it freaked 🐊 out since he’s probably touch starved asf

🦅Will prepare 🐊 food no matter what time 🐊 wakes up

They both fix each others horrible sleep schedules

There trust issues changed from “I must stay away, he’s going to betray me” to “I must stay away, I might hurt him”

🦅 will use 🐊 as a coat rack for his hat whenever he’s farming

🐊 has a little table & chair by 🦅 farm to watch him farm

🐊 uses 🦅 like a heat rock

🦅 often buries himself into 🐊 coat

Everyone on Karai Bari island knew 🐊🦅 were in love before they did, but nobody knew when they got together

[octylish]

Hello chat. Here's some angst

[suguwu]

minors and ageless blogs dni

this is a little silly but it wouldn't leave me alone. gn!reader.

"so it's neuvillette."

"no," your friend says. "it's not."

"neuvillette," you try.

she shakes her head, looking pained. "neuvillette," she say slowly, giving you each syllable.

"neuvillette."

"almost."

"neuvillette."

"may i help you?"

you freeze.

when you glance to the side, the enigmatic chief justice is standing there, his hands folded neatly over his cane. he meets your gaze easily, his eyes—violet-blue, the color of the sea after a storm, when the bruising waves calm to something sweeter—sharp. but his face is stoic; it gives nothing away.

"ah," you stutter, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. "no?"

"you sound unsure."

"i just—wasn't expecting you..." you trail off.

he blinks. "you were saying my name," he points out. "quite frequently."

"they can't say your name correctly," your friend says, throwing you under the aquabus with ease. the ground swallowing you isn't enough; you hope you expire on the spot. "they were practicing."

"i see."

"i'm so sorry," you say, the words pouring out of you like rushing water.

his fingers flex on his cane. "for?"

"disturbing you?"

he shakes his head; his hair sways with the movement, all quiet elegance. "you did not disturb me," he says. "i merely heard my name and thought i would inquire."

"oh."

"i'll leave you be," he says, inclining his head politely. "goodbye."

"goodbye, chief justice," you say faintly, as he turns on his heel.

he pauses. he glances over one broad shoulder, those stunning eyes of his tracing over you.

"it's neuvillette. if you need help with my name," he says, his face perfectly blank, like still waters, "come to palais mermonia. i'm sure i can be of assistance."