#smooch you

[crovvlipso]

So, an idea I just thought of. Astarion is being canon as girl dad. But Gale. In fact. Is definitely girl dad. Why? Because Tim Downie who voices Gale. Has two young daughters. (He says it in my cameo on my Tumblr) and it would be hella rad to see Gale with two daughters with your tav. A mix of both personalities will be wild. Haha it's an idea. But I'll let you do the rest. You can check out the video on my Tumblr if you want to. 😊 plus your art is amazing (I was the one with the phantom of the Opera idea)

Girl Dad indeed. Meet Morena and Clio Dekarios (can you guess which one is Merena. Which one is Clio? lmao).

[tapakah0]

I hope you having a great day…well…or night, at this point

mghemefofemne Cass Cass, I was just about to get in your pocket and disappear you You are slowly leaving me without my job

[st-danger]

12, 24, 42!!

12. What kind of day is it?

A little rough, but nothing a run and a pot of coffee can't smooth out. When in doubt: get your body moving in some way, drink liquid, howl at the sky. That usually clears it up.

24. If we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

If you smoke, I'll roll a lovely joint. And then I would love to talk to you about your art and process and all the Ghost fics we both have planned. I have immense respect for you.

42. An app you use frequently other than Tumblr?

Probably Instagram or Snapchat. Basic bitch over here, trying to replace The Dread with silly little videos.

[gniteruirui]

I JUST WOKE UP AND SAW THIS OMGGGGGG RUIIIII

LEMME HUG YOU AND SAY THANNNKKSSS!!!!

EXLPOEXPLOEXPLO💥💥💥💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 LOOOVEEEELOVELOVE YOU

! ! !

[willowser]

can i just say that you are my FAVE bakugou writer because your prompts and scenarios are EXACTLY what i imagine when i think about living a domestic life with bakugou. and i feel like the things i imagine are kind of niche but you capture them spot on. i pretty much visit your blog every other night to reread your writing especially the dad bakugou ones lol YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!

omg come come 😌 i feel like we are sitting down on the couch and facing each other and having shared brain time 🧠⚡️🧠 hehe tysm !!!! that's very sweet of you to say 🥺🥺 i feel like i have such particular desires for bakugou as a character, and i'm so pleased to know you feel like we're on the same page 🥺 it's so exciting to find writers that share your opinions on our anime bf heh 😌 wahoo tysm YOU are AMAZING !!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🩷✨️

[roebeanstalk]

reblog to manifest gender euphoria for the person you reblogged this from

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i am beyond serious

bonus:

[hazzzyrider]

Hornnnyyyyyyyyy

Do you want fries with that

[demaparbat-hp]

She will (and he'll let her)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[oobbbear]

MENDKFISKENKAHWB BABIES(?) THEY LOOK LIKE THEY COULD KILL ME BUT STILL BABIES💗💕💖💞💘🌹💗💗💝💖💞🥺💕🌹🛐✨

SIMP TIME

OMG, SO I JUST HAVE TO SAY, I LOVE SUN AND MOON. BUT- BUT -

ECLIPSE

Just eclipse is EVERYTHING and when you give em a evil sadistic grin I'm just OAMEVHAHA SWOON OMG

ESPECIALLY

@oobbbear 's Witch Eclipse (I'll color once a ref is out <3)

@naffeclipse's writing on Sleuth Jesters Eclipse

@kabra-malvada's Mime Eclipse

@driftingmoonmenace's Club Eclipse

@sinnabee's Magician Eclipse

@maudiemoods's Beings Made Of Stardust Eclipse

@certified-handler's Dealer's Choice Eclipse

@miwachan2's Vampire Eclipse

@pure-plum 's Weal and Woe Eclipse (I'll color when a ref comes out <3)

And some cute Eclipses too, because let's not forget them UwU

@suntimeswolliw Chocolate Eclipse

@poppet-seed 's Pirate Eclipse

@forkdotjpg's Eclipse

On a serious side note:

I just wanted to say, I know I'm just a weird internet 'simp', but truly your art and stories and just overall welcoming attitudes have made my day multiple times! It's stupid, but to have such amazing people be in my feed to bring amazing art and stories has helped me so much. Especially in some not so fun times. So thank you. I appreciate and owe all of you a lot!!! Keep up the amazing work!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[sukunasteeth]

Stitches

Sukuna has never made you wait for him.

He was always on time, always there before you, and if circumstances arose where-in he couldn't be, you always knew an hour before. You were never left to wonder or worry.

If Sukuna says he'll be there, he's there.

So when you wake up to his cold and empty bed, after hours of waiting for him to return home from work, you want to assume the best case scenario.

He's just working late, you assure yourself when your eyes find the clock on the nightstand and it tells you that it's two o'clock in the morning. Maybe he was so entranced in whatever he was tending to that he had forgotten to call you and tell you he'd be late. It had never happened before, but there was a first time for everything.

You try not to trip over your own two feet on your way to the bathroom, ignoring the dread that immediately darkens your thoughts upon checking your phone for the hundredth time that night.  

No call. No text... Did he tell you in person earlier in the day and you had simply forgotten?

What if he's hurt?

You round the corner of the hallway.

What if he's in trouble?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even register seeing the bathroom light peeking out from under the door.

You push it open.

What if he's-

Standing over the sink, dripping in blood, and using a fishing line to sew up an enormous gash splitting into his side?

You're frozen in the doorway. 

Faced with the unfortunate answer to the questions that had been progressively plaguing you the entirety of the night. Shock grips your throat and has a cold sweat breaking out over your skin.

You haven't seen him so roughed up since the two of you were in high school. Sukuna, always hungry for a test of strength, had often walked you home with a bloody nose or a ripped open pair of knuckles, but this would be the first time you've seen him look like he just rolled out of a fight club ring. 

He's taken off his suit jacket and his usually pristine white button down has been torn to shreds. The pieces that are left of it have adhered to the deepest of his wounds, soaked in crimson. He's holding up the hem of his shirt with his teeth, glaring down at a particularly large slice in his torso as he feeds a needle into the skin and puts himself back together again. One of his eyes is swollen and there's a small cut to the side of it. You can tell that he'll have a black eye come morning. Sukuna must see you in the corner of it, because he suddenly turns to look at you. The edge of his shirt falls out of his mouth, but Sukuna doesn't seem to notice, too surprised by your presence.

The two of you take each other in. Silently appraising the situation.

Before you can react, his surprise is already morphing into a resigned, disappointed sigh.

"Aw shit."

"What the HELL?!" You don't recognize the voice that escapes you in your panic. Raspy from the sleep still coating your throat, disjointed as your tonsils remember themselves and yet forget how to operate in your shock. You're across the room in a flash, nearly tripping headfirst into him in your haste. "What happened?! Y-You're hurt. Why are you hurt? Jesus, that looks so bad- oh my god. 'Kuna-"

"Shhh," He's hushing you. You're close enough for him to reach out with his free hand and pull you even closer, he doesn't seem to notice the streak of fresh blood he leaves behind on your wrist. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"You're covered in blood!" You whisper in horror, you search his eyes for even an ounce of alarm, and find only his usual nonchalance lounging there. As though this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He even looks down at himself like he wants to refute you, but when he picks up the collar of his shirt, finding the shredded pieces of what remained of it, he seems to think better. 

"Little bastards didn't do half bad, actually." He mutters to himself. He almost sounds... impressed. "Any deeper and it could have really been a pain in my ass."

"What happened?" You ask again, desperate.

"Just some kids waiting outside of the office." He rubs at the back of his head, and you notice another small cut there over a raised bump that seems to be swelling at the base of his skull. It must be tender, because he grimaces when he grazes it. You do too, just from watching him. "Trying to make some pocket money off of me and Uraume. They should have at least waited until we were both alone." When he pulls his hand away from his head, there's fresh blood glistening on his fingertips. He sucks his teeth. "Amateurs."

You take a deep, steadying breath- willing your heartbeat to slow.

You were the one who decided to fall for a man constantly looking for a good fight. At this point, you had only yourself to be disappointed with.

Without another word you turn your back to him and head straight for the shower. You needed him to wash off. You wouldn't be able to tell which parts of him needed attention in the mess that was currently coating his skin and you were already preparing mentally to tend to him. You spin the dial to ‘hot’ and turn back to him, trying your best to glare. You didn't think it was working very well. Especially because he's smiling softly at you.

"Get in." You command, pointing to the tub.

Sukuna scoffs softly, turning back to his needle and fishing line.

"It's fine.” He brushes you off. “I'm just going to rinse the cuts as I go-"

"Sukuna." You don't mean for it to come out as demanding as it does. Sukuna was hurt. You wanted to be gentle with him, but you can't help how overwhelmed you are at the sight of him battered to such a degree.

He slowly lifts his head like he was giving you time to think about the way you had just spoken to him before he meets your eyes again. You're too roused to take it back. "Get. In."

You can tell in his momentary silence that he doesn't recognize this shade of frustration on you. He's watching you like he's trying to take in every detail of it. Engrave it into his brain. Part of you is reminded in that moment that it wasn't Sukuna's anger you were in risk of pushing, but rather his excitement.

He folds up the fishing line and loops it around the sewing needle, placing it onto the counter without turning to look at it.

Your unrelenting stance falters a bit as he crosses the room after you, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he goes. His eyes never leave yours, testing your will.

When he makes it to you, he's brimming with pride. His belt clinks when he unloops the first notch. 

"Yes ma'am." He purrs.

...

An hour later, he's as clean as he can be and sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat. You're perched in his lap, having already finished stitching shut the larger wounds that needed it. Now you're down to the last small cut left, which is on his cheek. It didn't require much attention, it was a tiny graze compared to the rest of the gashes you had tended to.

You can feel Sukuna watching you with a smitten little smile, like you had just spent the past hour silently telling him how much you adored him with your gentle but stern touches.

It ticks you off.

"Stop looking at me like that." You mutter, pressing the last of the steri-strips against his skin.

He doesn't even pretend to stop. You refuse to meet his gaze as you do a final examination of your handiwork. Finally, with him properly patched up and without a single drop of fresh blood in sight, the pain in your heart eases. He was okay. 

"...Why didn't you have Uraume help you with this before you came home?" You pretend to reassess one of the gauze strips on his bicep, but it's really just an excuse to nervously pick at the cotton while you're underneath his gaze.

There were plenty of people at the office who knew how to deal with wounds to this severity, professional medics that could have sewed him up twice as fast and sent him home just as clean as when he had arrived. So why did he wait so long for help?

Sukuna hums and his bandaged knuckles glide up and down the outsides of your thighs. "Maybe I like watching you play nurse."

"Kuna~" You groan hopelessly, letting your head thunk against his shoulder. "Quit teasing. I'm mad at you." You announce.

It only serves to widen his grin, which you can feel pressed against your hair as he kisses your forehead.

"But you're so cute when you want to be mad at me." He mocks your tone of voice and chuckles when you press your thumb into the bandage on his bicep in an attempt to punish him-just a bit.

Quickly, he snatches your hand, locking the both of your fingers together and gently nudging your head with his own. Silently asking you to look up again.

You're trying your best to pout at him, but you're surprised to see softness where you expected to find mischief in his expression. There's a warm fondness to his gaze. One you usually only see him wear when he's watching you talk about something you're particularly passionate about.

"I'm sorry I made you worry." The genuineness of the statement softens the hard lines of your face. And just like that, you completely forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him. His fingers trace the space between your brows where he had just made an angry knot disappear. "I do hate it when I do that."

Maybe it was a tactic to get off the hook. But it was a good one. It even has you feeling guilty for being hard on him. 

"I don't like seeing you covered in blood." You whisper, finally meeting his eyes. The glimmer there is triumphant.

"I'll hose off out front next time, how's that?"

You bite back a laugh at the image, trying to keep your stern disposition. You lean in, so as to impart the severity of your tone. "No next time."

Sukuna leans in closer, "And I'll have to get you a nurse's outfit."

"No next time!"

You were in love with the epitome of mischief. There was always going to be a next time.

[tapakah0]

[chiptrillino]

(id: illustration of iroh form avatar the last airbender, bathing in a pond. he is sitting between lilly pads leafs in his left hand he is holding a steaming red teacup. he is smiling at the viewer. end id)

i needed like... an iroh chilling in a pond... you know to lift my spirits? oh well.... a freind @wildkitte said: Mmmm iroh flavoured tea [sips] and i love her so much for that! don't drink the tea!

artworks blog: @chiptrillino-art

[gniteruirui]

Ouch.. 80% vs 20% that freaking hurts as hell.

You won, and a bet is a bet... So here is your reward.

Me? Upset of losing? Not at aaaall!! 💢

Don’t be upset, here another kiss for ya !

[moonyflesh]

[🚬]

no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.