#love this bastard

[sidyashchiy-na-plakhe]

Chameleon

Well. I saw this color palette and was like, "... Chameleon...". So here's the Chameleon! A round piece of lime haha.

[jellybeejam]

Hnnng, I started this several months ago and it's been sitting unfinished for so damn long...So I finally decided to sit down and finish it. Honestly for my first time drawing a Transformer I'm pretty happy with how it came out.

[n01r-kn1ght]

Just read another addition to @aka-indulgence’s moonlight fic

And uhhhh

That one paragraph had me feeling things

Without text

[lordsooga]

hey guys check it out *opens up my cupped hands to reveal a dung beetle inside them*

[scrybeofvibes]

trying to get back into the groove n decided to put this robot through the wringer

also some doodles n a traditional drawing i liked!

[taygra5shaon]

new Basta contents!❤️

[zennyshoneybunch]

Adam du Mortain x F!Detective

Disclamer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to The Wayhaven Chronicles, an amazing interactive fiction game from #seraphinitegames. If you don't know it yet and enjoy well-written romance games, I advise you to take a look.

This is just a drabble of an idea that popped into my head during lunch time. Fluff. May contain personality/traits spoilers if you haven't read Adam's route yet.

Wordcount: 866

After everything that's happened you'd think staying in the same room as Adam would have little effect on you by now. But that is not the case. As we wait in silence for the rest of the team to join us I wonder if my living room has become even smaller since the last time I sat here. The tension and heat in the air is sizzling, merely from being in the same confined space together.

I steal a glance at Adam, standing with his muscular back to me, arms crossed as he looks intently out the window. I could never understand what he finds that is so appealing outside or if he's just always in surveillance mode. For a moment I think I caught his eyes in the glass’s reflection, but I am probably just hallucinating at this point. 

I force my eyes away from the man that owns my heart and my every thought to look back at the folder in front of me. Stifling a sigh I reach for the pen, when I catch movement from the corner of my eye, a shadow crawling on my coffee table, creeping closer and closer. I slowly look at my side and there it is. Its eight furry legs carry it a few inches closer yet before stopping, as if taunting me. 

My body paralyzes for a moment, my mind freezing at the mere sight of the horrible threat, before my legs are forced into action by springing me up and away from the table. 

The movement as well as the sound of my fumbling legs scattering me away brings Adam's attention to me. In less than two seconds he's already next to me. Not that it would take him much longer than that to cross from one side to the other of my entire apartment, even if he wasn't a super fast vampire. 

“What is wrong?” 

The obvious concern in his voice, no doubt resulting from what I can only guess is my terrified expression, makes me feel even more pathetic about the whole situation. Nevertheless I point a finger at the disgusting creature. 

“Can you… can you get rid of that, please?”

His eyes follow the direction I'm pointing at, his eyebrows lifting slightly as they land on the goddamn thing. It takes him a beat to react, but clearing his throat he walks up to the table with ease. 

“Should I kill it or set it free outside would suffice?”

My brain immediately screams for the first option, but noticing the tinge of amusement in his voice I settle for the latter. 

“Just get it away from me.”

I can't see the look on his face, but there's the slightest shake on his shoulders before he leans down to scoop the beast from the table’s surface with his bare hands - which I'm not embarrassed to admit drew a gasp from me, goosebumps erupting all over my skin at me mere thought of touching that thing. 

Adam proceeds to move to the window to dispose of it outside. Once he closes the window I realize I was holding my breath and I sigh in relief. Adam keeps staring at me with a strange tightness in his expression, as though he's trying not to smile. 

“What?” I ask, my embarrassment making me sound more defensive than I'd like to admit. 

He shrugs, eyes downcast as he slowly walks closer to me. “Nothing.”

“Well, your face doesn't exactly say ‘nothing’.”

He lets out a breath that sounds a lot like an amused huff before raising his gaze back to me.

“If you must know, I was thinking that you are the bravest, strongest woman I have ever met. And I would never have expected you to be scared of a tiny spider.”

There’s a shadow of a smile on his lips and it only makes me feel more flustered, heat flushing to my cheeks. 

“Hey! First of all, that thing was not tiny in the slightest!” 

My outburst makes his smile grow wider, the breathtakingly cute dimples appearing with the sole purpose of making my mind go blank and my heart race. It still amazes me how one single smile from this man holds this kind of power over me. And now I'm flustered for a whole different reason. 

“And… it's not fear, it's disgust.”, my voice decreases in intensity as I avert my gaze, ending in barely more than a mumble. The lighthearted chuckle brings my attention back to him, his expression is soft and his demeanor relaxed. 

“Well, then I stand and correct it, Detective.” 

The tenderness in his voice and the hidden emotion behind his eyes pull at my heartstrings, bringing back those shreds of hope I am always pushing back. We don't look away from each other, instead we smile as our obvious unspoken feelings hang around us. And it's not until we hear familiar voices growing closer that our bubble bursts and we reluctantly move away, back to our previous spots. But this time, as I look at where Adam stands by the window, I am sure I can see his beautiful green eyes looking back at me through the reflection.

✨✨✨✨✨

For this man I don't mind being a 🤡

[lenreli]

[nixnbruises]

HBD KOMAEDA!!!

[cdr-tartar]

Redrew My Tartar to make him look less "simple"

[nooooough]

Heehhe frog face

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

[phantomswolf]

[oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate]

It’s time to don our tree with our green king.

Perfection.

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[rick-trager-b1tch]

Golfing with Rick Trager?⛳️👀

Once upon a time, in the secretive halls of the Murkoff Corporation, there was a man named Rick Trager. Rick was a well-dressed, arrogant individual who exuded an air of entitlement wherever he went. With his pink button-down shirt, Pullover tied around his shoulders, beige trousers, and expensive shiny shoes, he stood out amongst his coworkers as a man of refined taste.

Rick was known for his intoxicating perfume, which seemed to linger in the air long after he had passed by. He was also notorious for his smug attitude and penchant for flirting with his female assistant, Skylar. Skylar was a bright young woman who had worked her way up through the ranks at Murkoff and now found herself at the mercy of Rick Trager, her boss.

Every day, Rick would make inappropriate comments to Skylar, touching her by any chance he got and making her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. Despite his behavior, Skylar was hesitant to speak up, fearing retribution from Rick and the higher-ups at the corporation.

One day, as Rick stood at Skylar's desk, leaning in closely and speaking in his nasal, sharp voice, he asked her to join him for a game of golf. "Come on, Skylar, it'll be fun. Just you and me, hitting the links and enjoying the fresh air," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Skylar hesitated, unsure of how to respond to her boss's advances. She knew that accepting his invitation would only encourage his behavior, but she also didn't want to risk losing her job by rejecting him outright.

As Rick continued to press her, Skylar finally mustered up the courage to speak her mind. "I'm sorry, Rick, but I don't feel comfortable going golfing with you. I think it's best if we keep our relationship strictly professional," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Rick's smile faded, replaced by a look of annoyance. "Come on, Skylar, don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly. We could have a great time together, I promise," he said, his tone becoming more insistent.

But Skylar stood her ground, refusing to give in to Rick's advances. "I appreciate the offer, Rick, but I think it's best if we stick to our work duties. I hope you understand," she said, her voice firm.

Rick's expression hardened as he realized that Skylar was not going to be swayed. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned and walked away, muttering under his breath. "Fine, suit yourself, Buddy. Don't say I didn't offer you a good time," he said, his words dripping with disdain.

Skylar watched him go, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. She knew that standing up to Rick Trager was a risky move, but she also knew that she had done the right thing by asserting her boundaries.

As she turned back to her work, Skylar made a silent vow to herself to never let anyone treat her with anything less than respect, no matter how powerful or arrogant they may be. And with that newfound sense of strength, she continued on her journey through the twisted halls of the Murkoff Corporation, determined to carve out her own path in a world filled with darkness and deception.