#let me be self indulgent

[ryuubff]

going back to my roots (genshin gay people)

ok all jokes aside i know the tag for kzx is probably still dead on here but im gonna post them because they make me happy!!! and i dont want to keep being afraid of like... losing followers for posting about things that i enjoy drawing so ^_^ i hope you can understand

this won't do as well as my obey me or sdv art but if you do end up liking these posts then it's just a win win situation ! thank you for the support regardless

[theoddbun]

Actually kind of torn on what kind of music I think the twins would listen to… Actually that’s a lie. I think Ingo listens to hyperpop while Emmet actually listens to anything goth/goth adjacent. Why? BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO.

[femmeterypolka]

i was in the same classroom where i was two years ago where i doodled my german expressionist monster high characters and it made me want to draw them again. luiza orlok is the daughter of nosferatu. celeste the somnambulist is the daughter of cesare. they are in a goth band. celeste plays the bass, luiza plays guitar, draculaura’s on vocals and twyla is the synth geek and also programs drums

[bitterseadrop-a]

like this for a milou smooching your muse in your inbox

[rossithepixie]

Found a picrew because of @strawberrystepmom

The highschool years! If the senpai you have a crush on says you should take a selfie how can you refuse?

Couldnt resist the hand on the head since Gojo seems to have a habit of putting his hands on the heads of people shorter than him. Which is basically everyone.

[janewindsorcollage]

And Jane, you’re early

Your life’s work is dirtied by the fools

Who adore you

[sttoru]

thinking of dating older bf!satoru. . .and i’m talking like you’re in your early 20’s and he’s in his early 30’s.

the way he texts at the start of your blooming relationship is super attractive somehow. like the most simplest of texts would get you weak in the knees. texts like ‘good morning, sweetheart.’ // ‘how’s my pretty girl doing?’ // ‘there’s my gorgeous girl.’ // ‘rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead.’ // ‘it’s okay, baby. i understand.’ // ‘you never fail to amaze me, huh.’

or when you’re being very risky via your messenger app, older bf!satoru is definitely the type to say ‘careful.’ // ‘you’re gonna get me in trouble.’ // ‘you’re being quite brave today, doll. // ‘aww, how adorable of you.’ // ‘mhm? that so?’

also . . . gives you money out of the blue. randomly. doesn’t question it at all. or sends expensive gifts your way too without you asking. older bf!satoru would text you stuff like; ‘here’s some money, gorgeous. want you to spoil yourself for me today, okay?’ // ‘just a little gift.’ // ‘you deserve a break, baby. here you go.’ // ‘got you something small.’

and then you check your bank account and it’s an easy $200 / $500 / $800 ++ added by him. or when he’s sending gifts to your apartment, it’s gonna be one of them reaaaaal expensive ones. probably ones you eyed before or had mention you liked very briefly, but didn’t get it because of the price.

definitely also the type to try and accommodate or match his texting style to yours as the months go by. kinda to match your energy. perhaps fails horribly at it, but it’s cute to see him try.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[ethosiab]

the beginnings of a breeze etho design...

[hajihiko]

💕

[awnrii]

I mean. I know the gods are all terrible lovers. Dating them mostly gets you killed or turned into a plant. But also. Your Hermes? That's a mistake I'd like to make

he appreciates it

[starspilli]

FINALLY did some of the x men & dc crossover stuff that’s been rattling around in my head lol. & trust me i have more. i just think these ones would have interesting / funny dynamics lol

[uhohdad]

könig and spacey!reader

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

☆ You seemed to be in your own little world most of the time. Not spatially aware, ditzy, and a bit forgetful.

☆ König finds it endearing, such a sweet little thing you were, head in the clouds and always daydreaming. Sharing your silly thoughts and asking his opinion on things that hardly mattered. He loves the way your brain works.

☆ It can make things a bit difficult for him.

☆ He seems to find himself wrangling you, nagging you, guiding you along in every day life.

☆ “Have you eaten?”

☆ “Did you take your medicine today?”

☆ “Make sure you lock the door when you come home, little one.”

☆ He often finds himself picking up forgotten half-done tasks, because you got distracted during the process by another task.

☆ He’s long since taken over watering the plants after watching them nearly wilt at your hand.

☆ Whenever he’s in public with you, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for him to snatch the back of your collar with two of his fingers to keep you from running into someone, making a wrong turn, or putting yourself in danger. He’s basically scruffing you. You’ll just turn around, an oblivious smile on your face as you look up at him, eyes dreamily half-lidded.

☆ You’re too trusting. It makes König nervous at how you give everyone the benefit of the doubt, never hunting for ulterior motives. He often has to shoo you away mid-conversation to keep you from being conned, hit on, or preyed upon. Make him stand tall and put on his intimidating stare, towering behind you as your guard.

☆ “Let me handle this, little one.”

☆ (He likes taking care of you, keeping you safe, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

☆ gentle!könig ☆

[fir3flytv]

JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.

But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.

Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.

"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.

[deezneezz]

fashion jamil that also semi turned into a summer outfit!☀️ i really wanted to draw him smiling genuinely and now i dont know if i can ever go back--

[comatosebunny09]

the quiet game [ snip ] | sylus

‘i need you’

It’s a simple text, yet it blares through the mire that his room’s sunken into. Has him sitting up in his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pushing his hair back, and the sheet’s soft as it glides down his bare torso to puddle around his waist.

His thumb hovers over your message. Quivers and twitches. He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath or counting his heartbeats until he blinks, waiting for you to finish. Watching those telltale bubbles appear and disappear as you struggle to form more words—more context.

But you don’t.

And it isn’t normal for you to be so brief—so cryptic. Which could mean one of two things: you’re genuinely in peril or playing a sick, cruel joke on him.

He opts for the former, used to these phases you occasionally lapse into. Where your messages lack their usual luster. He can feel the dark undertones of your words curling around him through the screen. And something cold sinks into his belly, its talons clawing at his heart.

You need him.

He’s on his feet without thinking. Pouring himself into his jeans, shrugging into a shirt, tugging his boots on. Moving with a sense of purpose through the quieted halls of his mansion, stopping only to grab his leather jacket from the coat rack and to shove his motorcycle keys into his pocket.

The underground garage swallows him whole, and the shadows of the basement dance across his features, hanging between the set of his jaws and the glabellar lines forming between his brows.

Luke and Kieran peer curiously from an alcove after Sylus’ exit. Fix each other with comically perturbed looks. Even beneath the veil of their masks, they read each other’s expressions, and they shrug.

Whatever’s got their boss on edge is none of their concern—yet. He’ll call them if he needs backup.

They’re sure of it.