#part of a wip

[afterartist]

Suffrage Frisk :3

[blackashbluephoenix]

At exactly ten pm, Harvey stepped in, up behind Mike, running his fingers lightly down his spine. "I think you promised me eight hours." He mused.

"Indeterminate start time." Mike muttered, though Harvey didn't miss how he shuddered and arched his back at the touch.

He came up closer, wrapped one arm around his waist. The other he used to take the file out of Mike's hands and toss it lightly on the counter before running over Mike's chest. He inhaled directly behind Mike's ear in a soft growl, a move he knew from the last week alone would get Mike's undivided attention.

Mike let out a soft sigh and leaned back into him, his eyes fluttered closed. "Did you change your mind about me making it up to you?"

"Maybe in the morning. You haven't slept yet. Neither have I." Though he could probably be persuaded, the way Mike was already trying to shift back against him.

He kissed the hallow under Mike's ear, earning another shiver. "Either way I think the bed is the logical next step, don't you?"

"I don't know." Mike said. "You could bend me over the counter, or the back of the couch. Or the desk in your office. Possibilities are endless, really."

"Believe me, I've thought about it." Harvey said, still low in Mike's ear. "But the deal was you in our bed. We can go through the furniture this weekend if you'd like."

He released Mike, who had the audacity to pout, then turned and headed for the bedroom, unable to stop his smirk when he heard the chair scrape back a little faster than was nessassary.

[off-main-street]

*This is what happens when you stay up late drinking whisky and listening to Folklore on vinyl*

“We should - we should have another drink,” BJ said, leaning against the cool, damp iron of the street light. 

“We can't,” Hawkeye told him, “all the bars are closed, and I think we drank everything.”

BJ giggled - hand to god actually giggled like a school boy - Hawkeye did that to him. Hawkeye made him feel every flutter of a butterfly's wings in the pit of his stomach. And it was so fucking unfair how damn beautiful he was; the way his hair fell in his face, BJ just wanted to reach out and push it back into place, wanted to feel the bristle of his three day stubble and then the smoothness when he finally shaved. 

He'd never known a want like this - drawn to him like a magnet, drowning in the blue of his eyes, lost in the absurdity of his laughter, the passion of his raving. There wasn't a single minute in all twenty four of his day that BJ didn't want to be with him. 

He wondered if Hawkeye felt the same, even just a little bit - sometimes he was sure that he did. The way Hawkeye looked at him just a little longer than he needed to, how he walked a little closer than he should, how he tucked him in when he fell asleep on Hawkeye's couch after studying all night. But in the few weeks he'd known Hawkeye he already knew that maybe that's just how Hawkeye was - too charming for his own good, making everyone fall in love with him just a little bit with no intention of ever loving any of them back. 

Especially not BJ. 

There wasn't anything special about him. 

“There's alcohol at your place, though,” BJ pointed out. 

“I like the way you think, Hunnicutt.”

“Thank you. I made the Dean's list, you know?”

“Really?”

“Every semester.”

“And yet you're standing in a puddle.”

BJ looked down and laughed when he saw his rippled reflection in the rain waiter from earlier in the night. 

“I'm book smart, not street smart.”

“Obviously.”

“Hey,” BJ called to him. His fingers twitched against his jeans, grabbing the loose denim rather than reaching out for Hawkeye’s hand like they wanted to. 

“What? What?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.”

“No, what?” 

“If I asked you to, would you kiss me? Under this street light, standing in this puddle?”

Hawkeye swayed in place and bit his bottom lip like he was really studying BJ and the moment they were in, and BJ’s heart beat faster than an overdose patient underneath the cotton of his shirts. 

“I might,” Hawkeye finally said, slowly, a sparkle in his eye. 

“You might?” BJ repeated. 

“Well, you’d have to ask me.” 

BJ licked his lips and cleaned his throat. He looked at Hawkeye, and knew he couldn't take it back now. 

“Hawk, kiss me. Please?”

Hawkeye didn't waste any time crossing the space between them, his feet splashing in the puddle, “I thought you'd never ask,” he said, grabbing BJ by the shoulders and kissing him. 

All of BJ’s nerves lit on fire; Hawkeye's lips tasted like grapefruit and gin, and they weren't as soft as BJ imagined they would be, but they still felt good sliding against his, and his body, so different than any other body that pressed up against him, felt strong and stable, and God was he glad Hawkeye hadn't shaved yet. 

BJ could have stayed on that street corner kissing him forever; sank right into that puddle and taken Hawkeye with him. 

[fulltimesapphic]

Guess who wrote a whole ass paragraph about Dean liking to kiss Cas instead of studying for my final exam whiCH IS TOMORROW BY THE WAY??

To be fair it’s a baller paragraph and a I had a sudden urge to write it so it was written in like 90 seconds.

Also yes I did just type the whole thing in the alt so that others can enjoy it. I’ve given up on studying I’m gonna do fine on this test it’ll be great

[irondad-defensesquad]

“I mean… I don’t remember much. I know it wasn’t like, completely bizarre or straight out of a horror movie, y’know. But you… I mean, the mean you, he… didn’t seem to like me. I was never good enough for him. He thought I talked too much and told me to shut up. He thought my grades were too low. That I wasn’t a good hero because I was too irresponsible. Y’know, that kind of thing.”

The dismissal hurts. Because it obviously hurts Peter.

“But the thing I remember the most is the end. After all that, I thought I should… give him back my suit, with a note apologizing. So I left it inside and I closed the door... I could hear him coming to get it. I heard everything. And I could tell the paper just fell on the floor and was abandoned there.”

Peter pauses, tearing up.

“... You didn’t open the door. You didn’t come to get me. You just wanted the suit. I-I knew you hated me, but… I thought that maybe… you liked me as me, not just Spider-Man. But you didn't. A-And then… I ran away. To nowhere.” He sniffs. “I felt like I was drowning.”

He cries rather silently. Peter eventually notices the heavy silence and tries to dry his tears.

“W-Wild, right? What a stupid dream,” he attempts, failing to sound funny.

Tony can only look at him in horror.

[forecast0ctopus]

Your art is soooo good ! I love your Merlin and Arthur, they're silly :3

THANKS SO MUCH i love drawing them being silly….they are so stupid (affectionate)

[levitheeldritch]

MICROSOFT WIKI FANDOM

[orcinus-the-orca]

Whumptober Day 6: Not Realizing They're Injured | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | "It's not my blood"

Continuation of my BOW!Chris AU! This AU lives rent free in my head, I want it out. I'll be sitting there, minding my own business, and then suddenly I'm haunted by the men. At some point, I will write more, but for now please enjoy!

 He needed a drink. Leon decides that about sums up this whole adventure. Alcohol would do wonders for the headache that permeates from the side of his head, might even help him go to sleep later. But no, alcohol is apparently considered unhealthy in this establishment (even though Leon knows for a fact the overseers are watching with wine glasses dancing in their hands). No, Leon has to deal with all this with no hope of crashing afterwards. Chris wouldn’t be happy if he did, but honestly Leon deserved a little bit of a treat.

 He kicks the creature at his feet for good measure, just to make sure it’s actually dead before ducking down and grabbing its ankles. As much as his head hurts, the stench coming off this Chimera wannabe outdoes it by a million. Even if he found a nice crevice in the cave to hide in, something will eventually come around in search of the smell that screams death (or food; he can never tell what these things think of each other). Best to move it outside and deal with it when Chris comes back. Pulling a monster by the ankles out of a supersized lizard cover so he can avoid more rejected freaks. Yeah, Leon could really use that drink. 

 He’s only got one foot out the door when a sharp scream fills the air, and Leon has to pull back. He’s moving just in time to avoid the claws of some kind of crossbreed between a Hunter and Licker, its clawed tongue whipping around wildly while its eyeless face swivels back and forth. Definitely another reject, Leon decides, because how could this thing be anymore dangerous than a Hunter or Licker on their own. Plus, it’s kind of shrimpy. Naturally, he grabs for the makeshift spear left by the path. He tightens his grip, the jagged end positioned so that he rams it straight into the temple of the monster. The stone end imbeds into the flesh, the rest of the staff splintering in the process but accomplishing the task well enough. The Hunker (good enough) screeches, thrashing around in its attempts to both hit Leon and remove the protruding object. Not dead, unfortunately. And he wasted the last of his rocks on the third wave of BOWs.

 “There some kind of family reunion I wasn’t invited to?” Leon asks the Hunker, only to stumble back when that tongue comes lashing down with cruel efficiency. It scores the earth, undoing the careful layer of substrate. The Hunker pulls its tongue back, smart enough to know it didn’t meet its target but it was still blind.

 For a moment, Leon entertained the idea of simply waiting it out. At some point, another BOW would make its way over, attracted by the scent of a larger, more dominant creature that challenged its reign. He discarded the idea when the Hunker jerked forward, mouth agape and claws outstretched for his throat. He dove to the side, clearing the path of those claws. Unfortunately, he cleared the boundary in the process. The moment he hit the ground, his muscles seized as one electric current after the next coursed down his spine. 

 Move. Move. He yelled to himself, but it was taking every part of him to just breathe. Each attempt to shift back into bounds only brought with it jerking and noise. Noise that was telling the Hunker exactly where he was. He could see it from his peripheral, that tongue unfurling as it jerked its head, bringing that muscle down like the crack of a whip. If he could just roll–

 A shape, dark brown, leapt past Leon and into the Hunker. There was the sound of screeching, the noise only amplifying the currents rolling through his body. He grit his teeth, focusing his energy to rolling back. If he could get on his stomach he could pull himself back to bounds. He had just about built his resolve when he found his leg taken into the possession of something much larger.

 Leon twisted, kicking at the face of his offender and nailing them in the nose. The affronted noise was one akin to a kicked dog, his leg released in favor of groveling at Leon’s feet. The smooth furred body and the messy head, coupled with the sudden relief of being back in bounds, had Leon collapsing under the strained relief.

 “Chris,” he breathed, laughing softly as he rested his head on substrate. “Damn it, don’t scare me like that.”

 Chris makes a humming noise, crawling over to nudge against his side; asking if he was okay. At least, Leon hoped that was the case. The last thing he wanted was for the rumors to be true. Weakly, he patted the side of Chris’s head.

 “I’m fine. Had worse. Could go for a drink, though,” he smiled up at his friend, who only tilted his head in reply. Obviously, Chris didn’t seem to pressed about the alcohol comment; Leon didn’t know whether to feel relieved or anxious about that.

 Chris is whining still, now beginning to pace back and forth where Leon is very content to just lie down for awhile. The big probably has a point, they’re in the open and there could be any number of twisted critters orchestrated by the curators. Best to be somewhere they can rest without worry. Groaning, Leon pushes himself into sitting grateful when Chris scurries over to his side as support.

 “Easy, I’m okay,” Leon soothes. He notes the way Chris is nosing again, honing in on where Leon grunts in pain. It’s not much, just bruises, but the unhappy noises Chris makes brings laughter to Leon’s chest. His friend is still there, even if the memories aren’t.

 “Relax, it’s not my blood,” Leon pats Chris’s head when the latter starts scrutinizing the blood on his shirt. It’s probably from one of the first Hunkers, it’s too red to be from anything else. As Leon begins to stand, he grimaces at the sharpness that strikes his left leg. “That on the other hand…”

 He hopes it’s just twisted.

 Involuntarily, he whimpers when he tries to put some weight on it, a noise not unnoticed by Chris. His friend pushes in closer, mouth opening and closing as he debates where to “scruff” Leon or risk being told off again. Leon decides he is too tired for either, and wraps an arm around Chris’s. Despite not being able to fully loop the bicep, it’s enough stability for a few steps.

 “Come on. I’ll take first watch.” Leon takes the first step, and to Chris’s credit he picks up on his “crutch duties” pretty quick, shuffling alongside with careful steps. Although he gently nips at Leon’s hair, grumbling until Leon laughs weakly. “Whatever you say, Boss.”

[keythunder]

🎵Boredoms gonna kill this non-existent star.🎵

[afterartist]

IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN??! (<- drawing Ink for some reason)

Dramatic idiot /aff

[cynthiadasorceress]

TW: Sibling death

--

Sable ignored the tugging on her arm. She ignored the muffled, staticy voice telling her they have to go. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the shell laying in front of her.

The empty husk of the one she once held close. The bare, expressionless face and the lightless eyes that once held a vibrant gold glow. The small line of oil dripping from the frameless casing's mouth that had stained the dusky purple paint.

Her twin. Her dear, sweet twin. The one who knew her best. The only one Sable had called her packmate since coming online. Her beloved twin, her other half, was caught by a Husker.

The voice speaking to her became clearer as the shock wore off. So did Sable's grief.

"Sable, we have to go!" Lyra continued to tug on Sable's arm, trying to get her away from the shell of their packmate.

Sable stared at Maura's husk for a few more moments before wrenching her arm out of Lyra's grasp.

"No..." the lone twin muttered. "We're not leaving."

"I know you don't want to leave her, but it's not safe here," Lyra tried to reason. "I know you love her, but sitting here waiting for a Husker to find us isn't going to bring her back."

"...I can't leave her..." Sable once again muttered more to herself than to her last living packmate.

Lyra drew back from Sable. She just said I. She just said I.

"Sable..?" The red, imp-like android places a clawed hand on Sable's shoulder.

"We were one." The dusky-colored drone sits down on her knees in front of her identical husk. "And now we are none."

--

Wip of a story I might write at some point. For background, Sable and Maura were twin androids who had interlinked code, causing them to say things like "our favorite color" or "we're tired" instead of my or I.

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

Horse.

[runcofa]

My jester OC without and with her makeup. This is the first time I’m drawing her so her design might change. Her name is Larissa

[paintedcrows]

Thinking about that old man

[noxlotl]

Going after Gem