#silly mc

[rizdoodles]

I like Savanaclaw.⛓🐺⛓

[nurukiki]

I drew all versions of my Perfect Love MC Toki in my chibi art style!!! They were really fun to draw and I can’t wait to draw more of them

[umamaki]

Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.

[keriro]

now im sleepy...

[cheesemenace]

Corpses, Walkers, Zombies, Ghouls- Oh Whatever

Chapter 1 - Corpses

“It would be helpful if you told me where you came from,” the bearded man across from me stated.

I blinked stupidly at him. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before he broke it.

“I get it. Well you best be on your way.”

My belongings were neatly placed in an old leather messenger bag. A canteen of water, a few non-perishable snacks, a lighter, and a small first aid kit. Not much. My pistol was strapped to the thigh of my brown cargo pants I was currently wearing. In one of my pockets I had my hidden switchblade. I was as ready as I would ever be. Or something like that.

“I appreciate all your help,” I said courtly, with a small bow of my head.

“I didn’t do much.”

“More than most,” I said as I was guided to the door.

The man who helped me was located in a trailer near a large river, it looked permanent. Hiding under natural sound seems to work for the most part, at least in his case.

The sun hung high in the sky. It was about mid-day, at least as far as I could tell, I am still looking to get my hands on a watch that works. Lately it has been difficult to find anything with the rotten corpses roaming the land of the living. You heard me, corpses.

I don’t know what to call the corpses. Most people call them zombies, the undead, the living dead, walkers, or even ghouls. I haven’t quite decided yet. Perhaps I never will. I don’t process them as a name, they just are. Maybe it is the disbelief that has caused me to not accept this new reality. It doesn’t matter, this is my life whether I believe it or not.

The man was nice enough to give a map of the area, he must have been living out here for part of his life before the apocalypse. It was helpful, that much is true. The paper was yellowed and had a coffee stain that blurred the top right corner a bit. It’s ok, I don’t plan on going out that far anyways, not yet at least.

The mud from the ground caked my combat boots and each step made a loud squelching sound, it rained last night. Usually when it heavily rains there are less zombie hoards, they get split up due the loud sound. This makes traversing the land much more difficult due to their unexpected placement. A corpse could just wander up and attack me. But that won’t happen since I am traveling after the rain.

A loud groan gurgled out from behind me. Well… there goes that.

1.3 Pages - 458 words

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You can find the rest of the story on Quotev

[bugganox]

[starpaintanimus]

How to talk to MC <3

[facadep]

I love Homicipher, can you tell?

[l3viat8an]

MC: Careful now. If you keep being sweet, I'll start thinking you're in love with me.

Solomon: What could I have possibly done to make you think I'm not??

[celestialrealms]

some of barbatos's new homescreen lines

[ros3zforho3z]

So sillyy

[rizdoodles]

The moray eel and the shrimpy 🦈🦐

Azul gave them a bonk.🐙💥

I am one of those who think Floyd bites people affectionately.🦈🔥🦈🔥🦈

[xiaeom]

outfit swappp

a little ramble here since >< i can... this whole post is me redrawing old wips from last year the markings on solomon are based on angye's design!! i remember first seeing it when i was sixteen (4 years ago...?) and my jaw dropping -> got into obey me because of their art the outfit simeon is wearing originally belongs to qixin :^) i found it funny how i unintentionally designed qixin's outfit similarly to simeon's but then again, they do parallel each other pretty well in terms of grief

here are my old doodles from last year of them having a little outfit swap !!

and heres qixin's original outfit for reference ^^ i would like to draw them more like this in obey mee but.. im scared that they'll look too out of place

[ryllen]

"I KNOW HIM BEST AFTER ALL!!!"

[om340700]

bunch of stuff from insta doodle reqs (one hundred follows on me doodle place... crazy)

(honest to god i hope i didnt miss any deets LOL)

[kentofic]

Aaaaa could you pls do #19 with Sylus for the christmas prompts? 🥹

(Also heyyy, hope you’re well! Sending you love! 🥰💕)

anything for you my dear 💗💗 thank you for the prompt! and i hope you’re doing well too !! 🥰

Head over heels - Sylus x reader

You’ve learned exactly two things this evening:

You should always, always test the treads of new shoes before braving a wintery evening walk.

The N109 zone needs to salt the damn sidewalks.

“Sylus, would you stop that and help me,” you say through gritted teeth. You’re clinging to a lamppost, your legs unsteady and slipping beneath you.

“Thought you said you didn’t need any help, sweetie,” Sylus snickers.

You groan. You had, in fact, said that the first time you almost ate shit on the walk home. But this is the fourth time your new boots have skidded out from under you on the icy sidewalk, and you’ve come to regret turning down the arm he offered.

Sylus, of course, is gloating. The lens shutter sound of his phone camera clicks repeatedly as he snaps blackmail photos.

“Is this all it takes to bring the valiant Miss Hunter to her knees? A bit of ice?” he grins.

Your frown deepens, and you try to pull yourself into a more dignified position, but your feet slide on the icy concrete. You squeak as you hold tighter to the lamppost, your feet slipping in a frantic sort of dance until you finally find a precarious balance again.

“This is all your fault. You’re the one who bought me these boots,” you glower at him.

“I assumed you knew how to walk, kitten. Forgive me.” His shit-eating grin is illuminated by the light of his phone. You’d like very much to smack it off his face.

Finally, he slips his phone back into his pocket. He extends a hand towards you—the picture of a gentleman, if it weren’t for his self-satisfied smirk. You scowl, but you’re not above accepting his help at this point. You reach a mittened hand out to his, stretching your arm as far as you can, but you can’t quite close the distance without losing your balance. Sylus takes a step closer, about to clasp your hand in his, but then there’s a blur of movement and a grunt of surprise and—

He’s flat on his back, limbs akimbo. He looks up at you from the icy ground, bewildered and disoriented.

You literally point and laugh—howling with mirth, shoulders shaking. Sylus heaves himself into a sitting position, unimpressed, as you double over with the force of your laughter. You’re giddy with delight at the karmic justice that has unfolded; Sylus, however, isn’t so accepting of fate.

There’s a snap, a curl of red mist, and the world suddenly tilts as Sylus pulls you down to the ground with him, his chest to your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. He lands straight on his ass, you in his lap, and you shriek as the two of you slide several feet down the sidewalk, spinning as you go. By the time you’ve skidded to a halt, you’re both laughing and breathless.

“You absolute bastard. I hope you ripped a hole in your fancy pants.”

“You want the whole world getting a peek at my ass? Thought it was for your eyes only, sweetie.”

“Sylus!”

You wriggle and kick in his grip, but he just buries his face into the softness of your hair, still chuckling and trying to regain his composure. He must be a sight—the infamous leader of Onychinus on his ass in the street, giggling like a schoolboy, with his pretty Hunter in his lap. He savors the moment a second longer before dropping a kiss to the top of your head and releasing his grip.

You extricate yourself and find your way back onto your feet, warily testing the grip of your shoes on the sidewalk. Finding it adequate, you extend a hand to Sylus and help pull him up. Neither of you fall this time. You dust off your hands and turn back in the direction you were walking, ready to resume your treacherous journey.

Sylus stops you with a hand at your waist. You turn to look at him, then you’re suddenly scooped up into his arms, bridal-style.

“Um??” you squeak as he shifts, settling you more comfortably in his arms, your head nestled against his chest. Your feet dangle—your useless boots finally freed from their futile task.

Sylus glances down at you, a twinkle in his eye, as he starts walking in the direction of home.

“Cross your fingers for me, kitten. If I go down again, we go down together.”