#this was so much fun god

[10millionotters]

For Marie: Rose - What is your OC's favourite form of self-care? Lilac - Does your OC have a comfort item? If so, what is it? Poppy - How is your OC around strangers?

Rose - What is your OC's favourite form of self-care?

It really depends on the day she had, like if things really hit her too hard, she will just ask Soap to quietly hold her or if he is not around, Papa Price is always there to hug his girl. When it's just a midly stressful day she watches Bluey and/or calls one of her siblings for a chat. Her most favourite self-care comes in forcing Ghost to play video games with her or she makes everyone watch documentaries about space with her. Only Gaz knows it's because she wanted to be an astronaut growing up.

Lilac - Does your OC have a comfort item?

A few! Her mother's rosary, a letter that her father wrote her when she got a promotion in the army but she never opened it - she finds comfort in thinking it's kind words (they are); her tattoos (if that counts?); a trinket box filled with handmade gifts by her nephews and nieces, it's mostly Bluey fanart and a random assortment of stones and stickers. Soap's jacket that she totally does not steal from him.

Poppy - How is your OC around strangers?

Way too formal. Like literal stick up the ass hyperformal. Unless the person is injured, she can and will be insanely maternal around injured people; injured and/or dying. But if the person is healthy she will be very cordial. It takes her a good while to open up unless the person matches her energy (like Soap and Ghost did). Price actually had to tell her to stop being so tense around him, now he regrets it /jk.

[soaked-doors]

"Don't try to find a reason for somebody's love!"

[windwenn]

‘You were my new dream’ or however the fuck that scene went

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Just a man and his muse :)

A shameless plug for something I drew last night!

(I think I'll do a separate post for a proper Patreon update, cuz I've gotten so much support, and I've been doing a lot with it this past week and having a really good time!)

[maxgicalgirl]

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

[anuphim]

i did it.

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[abd-illustrates]

🧡 Lance 🧡

I’ve been bitten by the “I need to draw my OCs or I’ll explode” bug once again 😔🙏 It’s been too long since I’ve drawn Lance - but I have a much clearer idea of who he is and what he’s about nowadays, so I tried to put plenty of attitude into this one! ⚔️🐉

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[fifizero]

pajamas !

[lucabyte]

monologue

[machinerot]

[soldrawss]

Part 2 finally! Part 3 to come soonish,,,

You can find part 1 here!

[crocrubies]

deep blue jeer

[choccy-milky]

how seb and clora get together in my fic 💕bc what better time and place to confess and share your first kiss than around a bunch of inferi + the dead body of a man you just killed?? 🥰💖

[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.

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: ↳ "So was I. I was angry, just like you. I led us across this bridge, thinking things could change. If I hadn't… your parents would still be alive. I know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us. But who are you willing to lose? Mylo? Claggor? Powder? Nobody wins in war, Vi."