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[samtf]

Sam Sam heyyy

OMGGG HIIIII

[wrylu]

the old man yaoi™

bonus (not bunny!price/bear!nik) doodles!:

[bytedykes]

[ID: Sketch of Yoo Sangah from Omniscient Reader and Yin Hanjiang from Devil Venerable. Yoo Sangah is looking at Yin Hanjiang in concern, thinking, "Is he... okay?" Yin Hanjiang's face is shadowed and he has a thought bubble that shows the song "Misery" by Maroon 5 playing on repeat.

Second image is a reply by @djpuppy that says "yoo sangah.. if you feel like it. or yin hanjiang ^.^" /end ID]

drew them both i thought it would be fun :)<33

[whitenikes]

Are we interrupting something, boys?

1/21/24 Wings v. Lightning (via)

[moltage]

listening to russian love songs thinking about a very sad nikolai

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Omg you;re reading mdzs!!! join us in wangxian land 🫴

I'm on volume 2 and am so very happily sauntering through wangxian land's verdant fields!!!! 🌼🌼🌼🌼

[irritablepoe]

ok bc @a-preferable-alternative and @bubblingacid asked for it, here's my future son, karl :3

ISN'T HE ADORABLE

[toshidou]

You are so real for the Gaz and Price nipple piercing drabble. It was so hot omg, I need more

so many people say "omg price and gaz are so father and son coded" NO!!! they are mentor/mentee coded and that leaves PLENTY of room for nasty hot gay sex. PLUS perceived forbidden relationship!!! them sneaking out of base to fuck in dingy hotel rooms because they know they shouldn't but they just can't stop themselves.

they're both switches when it comes to who tops and bottoms, but no matter who's getting fucked, price is always taking the lead. gaz doesn't mind though, he's more than happy to listen to his captain throw out gruff demands both in the bedroom and on the battlefield <33

anyway i love them very dearly.

[thebearchives]

waaaa happy bday bear ❤️

hope you have a great day 🥺✨

THANK UUUUU <3333 I LOVE U I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER <33 HAVE THE MOST FUN AT THE RACE BOO

[singsweetmelodies]

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[wrylu]

in a desperate attempt to escape the cage of artblock i did a doodle of my lil guys

i'm pretty sure this was an idea i got from the lovely, amazing, skilled @sleepybluarchimedes 💗💗

[vullcanica]

@vilestblood // ❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜ ((for nik... teehee.))

As far as Nico is concerned, all evidence points to that pesky little wrench in the patient's foot. A little absurd for a children's game in his opinion, even for Avita, who seems to be swiftly losing interest after a third round and two losses. He'd conceded the last one to make her happy. It hadn't worked.

"We do know. It's me.." she mutters, pouty and doe-eyed.

It's a blissfully early Saturday evening and they're huddled in close on the couch around a game of "Operation", trying to shake a sullen little five year old out of her utmost despondency in the aftermath of another 'death buzzer'. By the long look Antonin is giving him - fondly kubrickesque, reproachful, amounting to 'what did i say' - Nic suspects this might be entirely his fault for buying the finicky game for her when he'd known it would sow strife in their household. In his defense, something about 'daddy's job' had come up and he'd folded like a lawn chair. It would train her dexterity, he had insisted, and inane though it was, it still counted towards watering her little seed of kindness and nurturing that'd somehow sprouted from the genetic moral wasteland him and her mother had unwittingly set up for her.

Either way, game night this evening starts gearing to hold Vita's ire more than her attention. Just like predicted. Trust Antonin to come to the rescue anyway. Nicodem throws him a conspiratorial look over the white gold crown of Avita's head, features colored with a tinge of affection. Ok, you were right. Gameplan now.

"No, you have a point. We might require an autopsy," he intones with a casual air of feigned curiosity, quick to follow the cue. "His vital signs dropped far too quick, Doctor Cainhurst."

Avita glances his way briefly before lifting her crestfallen little face to behold Antonin with piqued interest. She finds him pensively examining their unfortunate plastic patient. Already half in character, thoughtful hum included. Nico fondly studies the gentle pinch of his brows and the near silver of his hair under the living room's daylight bulb and makes a mental note to kiss him senseless later in the privacy of their bedroom. He's gone molten-eyed and soft again without his own notice. An unwitting habit he catches himself in lately when he looks at them both a little too long - no longer watching to memorize the exact curve of a smile or the lilt of a laugh, just in case. Now simply doing so to fill his chest with it, with the abundance of them: happy, healthy, here.

Antonin's voice brings his attention to the present. Deeply solemn, hilariously so. "Suspiciously quick..." he determines with a haughty countenance, judge deciding on a verdict. Nicodem knows what's coming. "Some signs clearly point to possible foul play."

Ah, the buzzword. Avita perks up a little straighter immediatelly, everything clicking into place. Nic can't see her when she's turned away, but he knows her, from the baby hairs up top, down to the tips of her toes. Well enough to predict the small lift of her brow and the Desalvar smile, toothy, gapped, yet so distinctly curled, and her mother's unmistakeable dimples. Judging by Antonin's softening features, he's right.

"Oh. Like a job for a detective?"

"Perhaps."

Nicodem watches her look over the table with newfound interest, place both hands on it and assume the distinct pose of famed Ms Detective Desalvar, ready for another puzzling case. Antonin smiles. And the futile urge to stop time rises in him suddenly.

If he could stay here, just like this. Warm and comfortable, so wholly content, Avita perched on his thigh and his ankle touching Antonin's, suspended in the culmination of all his efforts and unlikely hopes, of gruelling nights and days, of tears shed alone. He could look at them forever.

But he won't. The thought is fleeting for once, spell easily broken. And the desperate snapshot of memory goes with it, pale in comparison to the future for once. He refuses to dwell anymore. It's safe to look beyond happiness now that it's no longer short lived. Nothing lurks around the corner. The evening will go on and he will step forward into it. He'll lovingly watch Detective Desalvar mull over all the little wrench and bucket and horse clues of a cold case made up from the scraps of his horrible purchase, and he'll steal kisses from Antonin overhead while she isn't looking. And when the lazagna he's put in the oven is done they'll eat together, sat around one corner of their pointlessly vast dinner table or like this, on the couch in a huddle. They'll turn the lights low then and put on a movie that Antonin will almost doze off in the middle of, jetlagged and sleep-soft and beautiful. He will tuck his precious daughter in by the end of the night and kiss her sweet dreams, and he will retire to bed, to be made love to quietly and then fall asleep in Antonin's arms. And he will do it all with the knowledge that he's earned it at last. That this, all of it, is his.

He reaches forward, to pick up the silly pair of plastic little pincers off the floor and hands them to Avita. He steps into the evening, bravely. "Your tools, Detective Desalvar?"

She grins up at him, all sunshine.

"That's Detective Doctor Desalvar."

"Ah, of course."

[mbspolls]

@peachygos

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[VD: A Trigun animation colored in bold blue against white, set to "September" by Sparky Deathcap. Light, sweet-sounding guitar plays as Vash and Wolfwood lean together with smiles. Vash's hand cups Wolfwood's neck, and they both smile and blush as they kiss.

Then, with a strum, the palette switches to black and blue. Vash is now shaded in blue, his hair and coat are black, and Wolfwood disappears, replaced by the cloud of smoke Vash exhales. Vash is now holding a cigarette where he was holding Wolfwood before. When he opens his eyes, he looks tired and sad, and his pupil, his cigarette, and the smoke are the only white in the piece. End VD]

Though you’ve long gone cold,

The taste of you lingers on

And haunts all my dreams

[iamlisteningto]

NPVR’s 33 34

[frogchiro]

did you know cubs can purr??!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD

Yep!! That's so cute ;;

The hybrid cubs purr too but it's very distorted and sounds more like the trills I mentioned earlier <3 The parents (Reader, John and Nik) do the actual purring, it's a very big thing with cubs since it creates a bond, assures the little ones that everything is good, that they are safe with their parents in their warm den and no one will hurt them :(

Besides scenting and the obvious feeding/spending the majority of the parents time with their babies, purring is the next best bonding activity <33