#my oc (toxic)

[purgartical]

Since I'm getting back into Obey me, thought I'd redraw the ocs associated. Miyuno and Kie were made specifically to be MC while Taxike and Toxic were ocs I have had for over a decade now that I throw at anything Im interested in uwu

[hellspawnmotel]

intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

[may12324]

shes brat, if brat was a killer fairy princess

[manilovescp166]

Made another one, but this one is less funny.

[bathylychnops]

kylemartinnnnnnn.... first art post of 2025 babeyyy!!!

(he/him for kyle(blonde), she/her for martin(bird))

[alinelie]

excuse him, he's a little needy

[justanothersquidblog]

t- toxic tunes more like t.. tra...tran... pronoun tunes..../lh

[panksage]

To be continued….

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I’m rattling at the cage of my enclosure bc I’m haunted by how cunty and camp Patch 7 evil ending for A!Astarion is. Please, enjoy my vision where I explore bitter exes AU for Drama and Angst. I guess in this version of reality Ebony Darkness D’Urge rejected Bhaal but Astarion went ahead and became the Absolute and subsequently a Sun King, as one does. Post-messy-breakup shenanigans ensue etc etc

[rochenn]

On the old man grind once again! Realized that Atrem's outfits so far have been indistinguishable from irl waistcoat combinations, so I gave him something more flashy. His shapes and colors also complement Dooku's better now <3

[wizard-legs]

Mad scientist greets the consequences of their actions

EDIT btw there’s a part two (that’s actually a part one) to this post now.just so you know..

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: dubcon, misogyny, degradation/condescension, toxic partner, gaslighting, guilt-tripping

♡ FEM reader

The first time he said you were made for him, you thought it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to you.

He’d said it with such unbothered air – so matter-of-factly – as if it were the most obvious thing, as though he was almost exasperated even to have to spell it out for you.

And you’d smiled, feeling warm and giddy. Lovey-dovey heart-eyes looking back at him with not a single second guess.

You should have asked him what he meant, though…

But you always brush such things off. Lying snugly against his side in bed, head resting on his chest with his muscled arm around your waist – watching a dumb movie on the laptop kept atop his abs.

“Tch- she’s just like you.” He snorts casually.

You barely hear it. And even then, it takes some time before you humor it.

But after your brain's bothered computing, you eventually pout –looking at the actress on the screen – sitting on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks, all wet mascara streaks and tousled hair. 

She was pretty, but she looked nothing like you.

“What do you mean?” You ask after a little while – not having been able to pay attention to the rest of the plot. Too busy mulling what he’d said – trying to spin it positively as you so often do – but finding only far-fetched reasons, none of which sounded like something he'd bother say.

“What?” He mumbled. 

It had been a while since he’d made the comment – about half the movie already – so it was only fair.

“How’s she like me?”

He raised his brows – a bit of a double chin forming on his neck as he angled his head to look down at you.

“You know...” He brushed it off – redirecting his eyes back to the movie. The final climax was beginning.

You decide you can wait until the end. He’d just get annoyed if you talked through or paused the film now. 

He doesn’t spare you the same consideration, though – already with his hand casually running up your arm, coming to cup your tit.

He plays with it until the credits start rolling.

Closing the screen, he places it on the nightstand and climbs on top of you as though it were what both of you had been waiting to do.

“Uhm-” You protest – but he doesn’t take it as such, promptly dipping over to catch it with his lips – already pulling on his tight shirt, leaving your lips briefly to wring it off over his head. “Wait-” You interrupt before he’s back on you.

“What?” He breathes – nipping the corner of your mouth instead.

You hold his shoulders, trying to lift him off – but it doesn't seem like he even registers the effort – already buried in your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“You didn’t tell me what you meant earlier.” You remind him.

It takes a second before he remembers, asking, “Jeez – ‘you still thinkin’ about that?”

The kisses don’t stop. Instead, they return to try your lips again.

But you’re adamant about refusing – placing your hand over his mouth and giving him a glare – the one that tells him to listen when he isn’t – one that you have to use rather often…

He takes your hand and pins it to the pillow beneath in a finger-lock – kissing your lips despite it. “C’mon~ it’s not important.” He dismisses, words slurred with different objectives.

You slant your head to the side, and his lips meet your cheek instead. “No, really. I want to know what you meant.”

His brows furrow then – visibly getting annoyed with you – the irritation also evident in his voice. “Ugh – I’s just sayin’ you’re a little…” He leans back on his heels, where he's taken to kneel on top of you – his bulge rubbing against your mound, thick and stiff.

He scans the ceiling with his chin raised, releasing a sigh before looking back down at your face and the pouty look written across it.

He chuckles a little, grabbing the chubs of your cheeks in both hands to hold you – placing yet a kiss, now on your nose.

“I’m just sayin’ you’re cute, is all.”

He starts kissing you again – his hands hot at your sides, where he starts impatiently tugging at your top, lifting it up.

“Stop-”

You push his hands away.

This time, he sighs with rust – almost growling. “I swear – only you would make a big deal outta this.” He accuses suddenly – body sagging with his head hung. “All I meant is that you’re a little…”

Your brows furrow at his grumpy mumble. Your doubt about it being derogatory only solidifying – making your voice come out sharper.

“A little what?”

He huffs again – as though you were the one being unreasonable.

“A little hopeless at times.”

You gape. “Hopeless?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, signaling for him to get off – but his hands squeeze your shoulders, keeping himself there. “You’re not getting’ me-”

“Apparently not.” You cut him off – still struggling to get yourself up.

But it takes only an effortless push from him to have your back thud against the mattress again.

“Say they were to make a movie about me, right?” He starts – ignoring the look you give him. “You’d play the love interest as a clueless damsel in distress. And I’d play the lead as the hero who saves you.”

You roll your eyes. “Right. Or, more realistically – you’d play an asshole, and I’d play the upset girlfriend who leaves you with blue balls.”

This time, you put your hands on his chest to push him off.

Unfortunately for you, he’s as steadfast as a mountain. 

“No, baby – come on.” He whines. Taking your wrists and sinking back down to your neck – kissing your collar with a tired groan. “You know what I mean.”

“Get off – I’m serious.” You put plainly now when everything else had failed. 

But only a sound scoff leaves him as he continues to touch – fiddling with your top again like before. “No. You’re throwing a fit.”

Your face is properly sour now – your voice, too. “I’m not a child.”

“Then quit actin’ like one, hm?” His hands squeeze your sides as he gruffs against your neck. “Face it, babe. You’re with me because you like havin’ someone capable supportin’ you.”

Your brows crinkle differently at the statement – softening just a bit – mainly because you weren’t sure whether to take offense or not. 

And before you can decide, he’s already adding to it, “Just like I like havin’ a cute, pouty, pretty little girlfriend cryin’ my name over every single silly little thing, too~” His voice went sweeter with the teasing – you felt the grin of it run against your jugular.

“You-”

“C’mon, don’t pretend.” He drawls. “You know I’m right.” 

You can’t really defend against it. After all – suppose – he was right...

“We’re perfect for each other~” He purrs groggily. Still laying wet lovebites to your neck. “You were made for me.” 

You don’t think it’s as romantic this time around – sounding more like a verdict.

Or a bitter truth.

“I like you just like this.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Touya, Hawks, Shinso ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[purgartical]

Kiss Kiss fall in Love bah bah buh nu- huh what? This is a fps game?? Idk man, these guys look pretty dateable to me, To Toxic too

Potential series im drawing in order to figure out who I want to ship Toxic with in the Valorant OC Au, amny potential dates

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Smthn about escapism and why someone (me) might choose to stay with Kinito even tho he was a bit mean and also didn’t like that u had freewill lol

Also a little bit of thinking abt how Kinito and the Player Who Stays (the Stayer???) share a lot of parallels (working hard to deserve nice things, crippling loneliness, selfish reasons for clinging to one another, self awareness, dissatisfaction/disappointment with their respective realities leading to them idealizing the concept of each other, etc etc)

(The song lyrics are from ‘Woof woof’ by ARTHUR. It took a few listens to rlly appreciate it, now it scratches my brain in v nice ways)

[carhorno]

How YAOI Saved Me From My Depression Spiral

coming to a books a million near you

is it weird that i only kinda hate that it's true? i mean, where would i be if i wasn't so caught up in the lives of fictional men

[bunnygirllover45]

if love tastes like anything, I hope it tastes like your blood. ♡

[rubski02]

First proper comic l've finished for my course :,D my toxic yuri with a human woman and robot Imao.

The project was to make a short 8 page comic (the 8th page is just socials so I left it out here) so l picked these two ocs since I have thought about them now and again. Big fan of A.l. and the concept of Love.

If it looks janky, that is bc I lined it by hand and then scanned it! Wanted to try my hand at inking with pens :D it worked fine for the first half and then the HORRORS!! Rest assured, I am turning to Clip Studio from now on lol tho I did colour in Procreate tho cuz of ✨time✨.

But yeah!! Hopefully there's gonna be some more finished pages for other stories coming out!! Definitely hyped to finish something!!