#on to something different for a while

[vriskan8or]

let her go

[chloesimaginationthings]

Best friends who hate each other core

YES EXACTLY,, tbh it’s like if an 80s bully and 2010s scene kid became friends

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[petricorah]

relax bro no one's taking him from you [id in alt]

lineart below cut

[v-poreons]

That's it that's their dynamic

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heartfelt Reunion.

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[dribs-and-drabbles]

Chains of Heart ep 6

I'm steaming through these eps...

Alright, no I'm not, I'm very distracted by the Our Skyy 2 trailer coming out today. But let's get on with it as best I can anyway.

The ep begins with Lue's fantasy of Ken (I wonder why he imagines Ken pre-tattoos...) in a room tinged green with red hints.

In the real world, Ken's friend group colour-coordinate in shades of Din and Ken's green and blue. I ADORE Payu's suit here, and even the flower bouquets complement the scheme. I wonder, when it comes to light who knows that Lue is Ken, whether the colours would correspond somehow.

Following the fight in the outdoor restaurant, and dreaming again of his and Din's moment on the bridge, Ken wakes up with his passion for Din around him (the red). Deedee then turns up in Ken and Din's blue and green, bearing tulips - are they pink or red? From what I've quickly read, tulips can have different meanings -> A deep or perfect love, charity, or rebirth (all applicable in some way here), and pink symbolises love, care, and admiration but not in a romantic sense, more platonic/familial, whereas red means love and romance. The ambiguity here is apt since we still don't know what Deedee's intentions are. Is he good/bad/in love with Ken/the guy sent by Payu to watch over Ken...or a secret fifth thing?

Din's father also wears green and blue to visit Ingpha again to ask for help...again. Ingpha this time looks to be all in black or a very very dark blue, is it because he's losing patience perhaps? His mask is dropping?

It feels odd to see Lue also all in black but the red is still there in the stain of the wood...and Ae has adopted Lue's usual beige, perhaps because she is trying to win him over. Maybe Lue is also losing his patience (maybe that's why he goes after Ingpha at the end of the ep...)

I want to posit a small theory here, which might just be based on my bias for Poppy (I love him ok?), in that Inspector Don is actually a Good Guy and working from inside to help take Ingpha and Ae down. He and Lue might even know each other already. I'm hoping this blue is an indication...as is the way he didn't shoot Lue/the MiB at the end of the ep when Lue/MiB was attacking Ingpha. A girl can dream. Incidentally, Ingpha is wearing a dark blue when he goes to visit the monument. I don't really have an interpretation for it because I'm so lost as to why he drove so far to go to this particular place. I don't remember if this gets explained in future eps...

Back in Bangkok and we get the burgundy gloves! - Lue is in his true colour! He's in all his feels for Ken, conflicted because he wants people to accept Din is dead but also wants Ken to love him...which he would do more easily if Ken knew Lue was Din.

And dammit! They stop with the purple light of their old love between them. I also love how the backgrounds predominantly have each other's colour in them

Returning from emphatically turning Lue's advances down, Ken has to struggle up the stairs bathed in their deep purple. (Seriously, why does this hotel not have an elevator from ground level?!)

And even though we now know it was a dream, the green and red lighting indicates a high tension scene ahead (the dreamt fight in the bathroom...much like the scene with Nok in the bathtub earlier in the ep (when Ingpha came to threaten him).

The thing with making these posts as I go is that I make a theory which then needs refining as the series goes on because patterns seem to fall into place a little differently than I had originally predicted. Not huge changes but clarifications: Green = Din, Burgundy Red = Lue, Blue = Ken, Purple lighting = Din and Ken's passion and love for each other, Green &/or Red lighting = a high tension/emotional dramatic moment (usually in connection with Din/Lue). I'm still on the fence whether blue also indicates some kind of masking or hiding, and whether black could mean a loss of patience in what is being attempted to achieve. To be continued!

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[gatoiberico]

the depths

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[chocopinda]

This treatment doesn't usually fly, but for just this once she'll let herself be picked up and doted on <3

[factual-fantasy]

Okay last post for the day- drawing these dorks has been a real pick me up. XD thanks again to @draw-the-squad-like-this for the first two bases! :}}

Link to the original cat post and gal holding dog post here! Original images also below :} 👇👇👇

[mumblingsage]

I'm wondering if, as a society who cares about vulnerable people, we could stop saying "traumatize" when we truly mean "upset"?

I am sick of hearing sad books or movies "traumatize" their readers. I simply do not believe that happens. A traumatic experience might be adjacent to books (I have vivid memories of books I was reading around certain experiences and even how the contents of those books affected my processing of the experiences). But it's not caused by the book. And, y'know. The weather is Christofascist Censorship Attempts outside.

Meanwhile from the other side I continue to be surprised at just how badly people fail to understand trauma and traumatic experiences in general. Watering down the term isn't helping. Find other hyperbole to express that The Bridge to Terebithia gutted you, chewed on your heartstrings, and made you cry your first pair of contact lenses right out of your preteen eyes.

[keferon]

YOU KNOW WHAT. I WANT EARTHSPARK PROWL AND BEE TO BE LIKE THIS

AND THIS

AND THIS

Some of the images are taken from this analysis btw it's great

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i LOVE how you draw twink krakoa charles he's so...... twink...... your art is amazing

thank you so much !!!! i have a simple vision in mind whenever i draw krakoa charles next to erik, really:

it's significant he looks like a push pin next to erik it's infinitely better this way..

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)