#that like. kinda soft

[rebel-alien]

WIP -- Pokémon

been wanting to redraw me w/my pkmn team so bad for the past few years. wanted something more dynamic with everyone, but until that.,, cute phone selfie hehe

[hinamie]

oversaturate

[somewhereincairparavel]

"jason is a knockoff watered down percy" NO hear me out, jason actually parallels annabeth immensely, sharing SO many similarities with her personality, not percy, in this essay I will-

edit: my full analysis is out now! here

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do you guys like FNAF fan games?..

[frenchublog]

[arinmoss]

Sam!

[hurlingdown]

“baby,” zoro manages, and when it doesn’t work, he gently tugs on your hair. 

you look up through your lashes, without unlatching, and nearly forget how to breathe. it’s jarring, almost, the warmth that pours into you at the quiet vulnerability in his gaze, tender and wanting and yours. 

you give his swollen nipple one more wet kiss, before raising your head to meet him with a small, coy smile. teasing, the way that makes your lover glow. “too much?” 

he’s too busy blushing to respond right away. you bring his hand down to your cheek, pressing the burn of his sweaty palm against your face. it makes you want to close your eyes, and you give in to the comfort with a faint sigh. 

zoro lets out a small grunt, turning his head to the side. it’s nothing new, your affection for him, but sometimes, you’re a little too good at making him feel embarrassed. what stays on you, though, is his good eye, molten silver and warm sea bleeding into you. 

he pretends to think about your question, for a bit. like the answer isn’t written all over his face. 

“no,” he denies, quietly. 

“... you’re tired, then.” 

“no.” 

“bored?” 

“never.” 

you blink your eyes open, and zoro’s frowning. it’s not that you don’t get him, he knows this. you just don’t want to act. 

“tell me,” you begin, “tell me what you want.” 

he swallows slowly, throat bobbing. he knows this game you’re playing, has played it before, countless times. but zoro doesn’t want to play. he wants you pinning him down by the neck and taking him apart, wants to sob and keen and thrash under your mercy, crying as you spill inside him again and again and again. 

“baby,” you murmur, your cheek smushed against his chest, and as tender as the word is, it’s a soft-spoken warning. zoro doesn’t think he can handle it if you go back to sucking his nipples. they’re soft and swelling, peppered with red and purple. too sensitive for his liking. “tell me where you want me.” 

this, he can do. 

he’s not the best at directions, zoro supposes. not that good with… locations, in general. his instincts take him where they want to go, and he follows blindly. some of the best decisions he’s made, some of the worst. 

but when he takes your hand, intertwining it with his, it’s steady and warm and full, and he’s never been more sure that this is the right thing. 

he places it on his stomach. “here,” he breathes. “i want you here.” 

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Mullet Trunks to honour the mullet haircut I got a couple of days ago :D

[yuurionviktor]

Personally, I thought this was a banger outfit

[pauls-mescal]

"The incredibly annoying guy in front of me with the staring problem".

[starwarjotta]

Day 3 - cloak thankfully Obi-Wan's robe cloak is big enough to wrap around a certain Commander who might've been tossed into the freezing river during a mission oh and when there's a chance to make something even more Codywan? ofc I'll do it, here's a bonus

it was a long mission, okay

[keferon]

I just binged through your Mecha AU and I am delighted by the range of relationships!

Between your art, writing and everyone else who has contributed I’ve got extremely vivid ideas on how each human/mech pairing interact:

Without further ado: How does each mech hold their human?

Jazz and Prowl:

Totally natural, completely comfortable. Jazz and Prowl talk as if they were standing side by side rather than Jazz being held like a hors d'oeuvres. Shoulder rides common. Everytime someone looks back, Jazz is dangling somewhere else on Prowls body. Prowl maintains a completely stoic persona.

Ratchet and Deadlock:

Ratchet does not tolerate getting picked up without a damn good reason. Even when there is a good reason he will bitch the entire time on principle. Deadlock knows when Ratchets not actually that mad about it and thoroughly enjoys getting a rise out of him. Picked up under the arms like a grumpy ass cat.

Blurr and Swerve:

You ever see a kid who has clearly never held a small animal before hold a bird for the first time? Arms locked, hands and eyes WIDE open and absolutely terrified of either dropping or crushing it so they’re just kinda standing there frozen in fear while the bird could not give less of a shit? Yeah, Blurr is the very pretty bird.

First Aid and Vortex:

Like a pack of cigarettes.

Like a pack of cigarettes HELP HAJFJGKKGKF

Bonus points if Ratchet actually does a whole lecture about "how to hold humans properly" to Deadlock. So Deadlock wouldn't break anyone in half on accident.

After the lecture Deadlock has one free chance to practice and immediately after that Ratchet is like, okay, you aren't allowed to do that without my permission ever again.

[doctorsiren]

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[shotmrmiller]

just need me a simon that doesn't even speak when spoken too at times (price can discern what stares mean yes and no) but once he's got the sweet pussy of his lover vise tight around him nothing can get him to stop talking.

[ineffable-romantics]

Thank GOD for those new promo pics.... I've always said this was the way I picture Aziraphale in modern day if he'd been the demon instead, and now I have the perfect angel!Crowley to match!

[driaswrld]

it's raining outside, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor.

the soft pit-patter of raindrops coupled with his dancing fingertips against the exposed skin of your waist is a song you haven't quite learnt the tune to yet — he lays on his side, hair tousled and damp, dark strands curling over his forehead, sleeves rolled up and tie forgotten somewhere in the doorway.

admittedly, you're in no better shape. your cheeks are cold, skin of your calves wet with rainwater from running across the busy streets with him, armful of whatever ingredients you two picked out for dinner, his suit jacket held above your head and the occasional chorus of laughter when either of you stomp a puddle and splash the other.

it's raining, and higuruma thinks he falls in love with you every single day, like it's born anew.

he falls in love with the girl he wakes up next to, mouth open and cheek smooshed into the pillows. he falls in love with the girl who doesn't know a thing about law, but argues better than him in the heat of the moment. he falls in love with the girl who kicked her boots through puddles of rain, ruining his pants — the girl who made him laugh about something so mundane.

it's raining, and higuruma is laying on your bedroom floor, oddly paired with his formal white shirt and a pair of pajamas, his dress pants draped over the washer — the dryer broke a few days ago, he forgot — he holds you close as he watches the water droplets race against the glass window.

he loves you.

“do you like the rain?” you ask him, head tucked into his neck, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, the question is lost on him for a moment.

“i like you.”

you don't respond yet, and higuruma opens one of his eyes, only to find you staring at him. “more than you like the rain?” he almost laughs at that, almost, and he pulls you impossibly closer.

“a lot more than i like the rain, i’m sure.”

it's raining outside, and higuruma never really liked when it rained, not at all.

he proposed to you in spring. married you in summer.

but now he hopes it rains tomorrow, he hopes you still want him then, and he hopes you'll splash him with another puddle.