#like I’m melting y’all

[noicevibes]

I adore him… this event isn’t an event, it’s a bonus quest for Kaveh 😩🙏🏽 LOOK AT HIS SMILE, HIS SMILEEEEEE

[proxolagist]

Redraw of some of my oldest art from 2021 / 2022 ! Context under the cut + OG image

This took far too long for the product it turned out for, but so is the way of art.

Recently I rewatched the entirety of HLVRAI and decided I needed to retry at some of my absolute favorite though poorly executed art from when I was originally into the series ! I could see my old self’s vision, I just need a word with their supervisor on the quality. Warning, it’s a bit of an eyesore

[leonsliga]

Does anyone else find Manu’s voice really attractive or is it just me

[queenwille]

me, usually: let’s engage in a respectful conversation.

me, this week: let’s engage in you going to mind your own fucking business, as you won’t do enough research. i’m tired of the cult vibes of hearing the same baseless dumb shit from all of you.

[wyvernne]

literally so problematic but i actually love breeding kinks but i feel like i’d get canceled if i wrote one with diluc LMAO

[badolmen]

“here’s a chubby [insert character name]! ☺️” but they still have defined obliques, no double chin, no fat over their belt, muscular arms, thigh gap -

[moskaisley]

it’s hard to be excited abt this season when i literally hate everything about the way they’ve set everything up lmao

[casualgayplant]

I have sobbed every time.

genuinely.

This game hits the feels and I love it so much.

[rinnysega]

First Sunday using the new self care deck after my tarot reading, and this is absolutely calling me to book another float session again 👏💕

[wildsaltair]

yeah, okay. *hangs up the phone* yeah I’ve got to go bail Russell out of sexy jail again. yeah idk he just can’t seem to help it

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

watched that buzzfeed interview with the HotD cast and just for kicks decided to do the quizzes myself and. . . genuinely wtf

guess I’m just really Alicent Hightower-coded???

(like don’t get me wrong other than Helaena I don’t think there’s any possible more accurate result but like. . . 3 for 3? wild. also the only description that actually fits is the last one but it does really fit, mostly the book and keeping to myself bit, but I’ll give it to them.)

Links to all three quizzes for fun 🐉

[pipthepiper]

can u please write something about overstimulating vik?? like i cant stop thinking about how pretty he would look fucked out and sweaty just a whimpering moaning mess. he's been so stressed with hextech lately and u finally get him to take a day off and then u make him feel good ughhdhsjcj

it’s completely sloppy and messy, just loud schlicks and schlurps punctuated by whiny moans and breathy pleas.

“please, f-fuck, it’s — ooh, shit, —,” viktor seems to be at a complete loss for words, hips rucking up mechanically to fuck his thick cock into your pussy over and over again even as his body quakes with the overstimulation — your thighs are completely sticky from a mixture of dried and fresh cum, and you can’t even tell whose is whose anymore.

“how’s it feel, baby?” you croon out, walls fluttering over the thick cock splitting them open; he fills you up so good, so big that you sometimes feel as if he’s going to break you — and it’s the most delicious, addictive euphoria you’ve ever felt. you could have it every day and still never get enough.

“so good — t-too good,” viktor croaks out without missing a beat, pupils blown and staring up at you with a heated, lidded gaze. his lips are parted and his face flushed, brows furrowed together in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “m’cock’s gonna fall off. god, don’t stop, please.”

as if you’d ever think about it. shit feels way too good.

“mmm, vik, baby, it feels so good. your cock feels so good, baby.” he throbs inside you and his aching balls twitch, still so full despite the loads he’s pumped in you — still so ready to paint your insides.

“‘m gonna cum again, shit,” viktor whines, hips thrusting up wildly with loud, sloppy slaps. his breathing is ragged, shaking in his lungs, but his face is fucked out, the overstimulation sending him to a place of pure heaven.

despite the liquid-like consistency of your legs, you raise up on every odd thrust to fuck yourself down onto his cock over and over again — viktor’s skull melts into the mattress and his moans turn to pure whines.

“cum f’me, baby. you can do it, good boy, jus’ cum in mama’s pussy — fuckin’ good boy, yes.”

viktor’s completely lost in it, eyes rolling back in his skull as you use his cock, as mewls and moans fall from his lips and his hips fuck up uncontrollably. he’s leaking inside you, slopping up your walls and fucking every single ounce out of you.

he was such a good boy. you just wanted him to cum.

“good boy,” you continue, pussy fluttering and oozing, orgasm dancing beneath your skin. you’d come too, soon. “le’s cum together, vik.”

ミ★ woo i’m not dead. i’m just lacking motivation i’m so sorry y’all! i’ma try to be better because i have so much virgin!vik to get out (also got a few ideas for silco and some of the girlies!) i hope this came out okay, like my brain has not been braining ugh. thank you so much for requesting + reading! love you all so much! ���❤️

[transwrongs]

I’m so tired of so many people thinking they’re being radical for saying “what about men”. So tired.

I'm literally so tired of you people lmfao

[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

Thanks for reading 😁

[indulgentdaydream]

headcanons with attractive things jason does 😭🫶

anon i have GOT YOU

When he sits on a couch, no matter if you’re on too or not, that man is SPREAD

Arms wide and resting on the back of the couch. Manspreading his thighs wide open. A relaxed expression on his face. Maybe a book in hand.

When moving in for a kiss, he cups your face with his left hand first. Then strokes his thumb on your cheek twice while actually kissing you.

Every. Single. Time. Doesn’t matter where or when. If it’s just a peck or y’all are making out, that’s what he starts it with.

Kisses on the back of your neck if he’s walking past you and you’re looking down.

Also will keep his hands resting on your hips if standing behind you.

He’ll swear UP AND DOWN that he means nothing by it. That it’s just a habit. But will keep a hand on your thigh while driving a car. Not even sexual. Just comforting.

Opening doors for you and guiding you through with a hand on the small of your back

You’re both sleeping in the same bed? He’s dead asleep. Usually isn’t. But with you, for sure he is.

And if you slip out of his reach while he is dead asleep, he’s reaching out and dragging you back like a lost teddy bear. And he’s asleep the whole time

When you’re out eating or at a bar and he’s getting a bit anxious with all the people around, he’ll play footsies with you under the table

Got so intense once he accidentally knocked the table over and you two got kicked out

This man LAUGHS

No one talks about how Jason’s laugh (may have a fic in the works about it. I’ll finish it if y’all ask)

I’m not talking “he chuckled” or “he grinned” or “his shoulders shook with silent laughter”

I’m talking about how this man tosses his head back before leaning forward, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other reaching for some part of you to grasp as you laugh along with him. How his laughter is deep and BOOMING. It takes up a whole room. Echoes across the street. Enters your ears and melts into your blood stream and goes immediately to your heart which picks up its beating to make sure to get it to the rest of your body. How he straightens up again, his face split in a grin, eyes opening again while he has to wipe away tears of laughter, his body still shaking with it.

I want to make jason todd genuinely laugh and if the sound makes me go deaf then so be it because at least i was able to hear the most beautiful sound in the universe

I’m sorry this got off topic but

He wears glasses when he reads and that’s hot too i guess