#you guys are all so cute

[belltari]

he's just admiring the view

(ghost's horse's name is Gob. it's short for Gobshite)

[softhairedhotch]

BOO. ily

AHHHHHHHHH

ily2 <333

[deoidesign]

sometimes I feel like discord is lacking emojis and so I make them myself. these ones in particular are my favorites

frog, toad, and soup!

Feel free to use them if you'd like!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton draws FNAF tape girl for Vanessa,,

[teyism]

finally revealing myself y’all …. expect that soulmate au MWAH

(📸 anon here…. this is after that scene i mentioned earlier, readers hurt and teyam is uncontrollably angry bc of it AGGHHHH i cant stop thinking about it.)

“what the fuck were you thinking?” he’s seething, eyes darting across your body as if memorizing every new imprint and scar. chest heaving, eyebrows scrunched, teeth bared. animalistic. the bags under his eyes, his untended wounds…how long had he been there? jake is about to step in, but neytiri grabs his arm—inquisitive about the exchange. jake looks at her in confusion, but complies.

you move to get up, grunting the new angle pressing your bandaged wound. you grab onto the nearest ledge, trying to steady yourself. “i’m a warrior. it is my duty.” you try and match his scowl, but it resembles a wince more.

“i am not your duty.” his tail is whipping back and forth, and lo’ak is trying to step up and play damage control—but he’s quickly stopped by the heat of your glare when you glance over at him. “this was not honorable. it was stupid.” his voice contains more anger than you’ve ever heard from him—surprising. his fists are clenched at his sides, and you can almost spot the crescent shaped indent his nails would leave in its wake.

“stop with the hero act,” you hiss out, eyes narrowing as you scan over his own wounds. anger clenches at your heart at his disheveled state. you remember, the chaos of the battle field. all the screams. and yet, your eyes were only searching for him. his limp body, the way you reacted and shielded him before you could even comprehend the situation. “i saved your life.”

“you shouldn’t have.” hes sizing you up now, voice laced with venom as he spat the words out. like he’s disgusted. his chest is against yours, towering over you as if proximity would prove his point. “i do not need you to protect me.”

“then who will?” your eyes narrow, face tilting up as you meet his gaze with an equally fiery one. he falters for a second at your words, eyebrows clinching together. “you know, i don’t think you care about me getting hurt. i think you’re just mad it was me who saved you.” you puff your chest out, matching his stature. “your ego can’t take it.” you can’t hide the hurt, the way you’re gritting out your words and trying to disguise it with a humorless laugh.

“and you know what?” your shoulders slump a little, averting your eyes to his scraped up knuckles, the dirt encrusting his fingernails. you barely manage to drag your eyes up again, guard falling down as your head tilts to the side. you take in his face, the way his inky eyelashes brush against his cheek bone, the curve of his nose, the plush of his scarred lips. you almost take the time to count each bioluminescent freckle gracing his face, if it wasn’t for his pressing, hooded gaze.

“i’d do it again.” you manage to push out, inhaling as you try and convey everything you felt within those four words. the terror of losing him, the pain of how he draws you in only to push you away; the agonizing, overwhelming hold he has on you. you didn’t mean for your voice to be such a weak, vulnerable whisper; didn’t mean for a glossy sheen to consume your eyes as you admit it. you push past him, clutching your wound before you could see his reaction.

I'm so happy that my nonnie has asked me to share this with you guys, I keep coming back and re-reading. I just think they're so talented and I'm already hooked on their writing.

Adding a cheeky poll to this bc we got to convince them to write more

[starleska]

as a cringe selfshipper who's been in fandom for decades and draws nothing but blushy ship art, i feel so seen and so attacked right now 😂💖💖💖

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[spokelseskladden]

so valgrace is pretty good, accidentally read like every fic about them on purpose after SOMEONE suggested i draw them (thank you so much btw fr)

[beanghostprincess]

To be a sapphic you have to do the upside down pose or else it doesn't count

[micamone]

hewwo

[introspectivememories]

im sorry but i choose to believe that tim drake is the most insufferable "my man, my man, my man" girl about bear. he does not shut up about him. steph is cooking smth in the kitchen? oh my man can do that. bear cooks really well. dick triaging some poor victim on an emergency site? oh my man is really good at that. mhmm, bear is on his way to becoming a paramedic. damian building something? oh my man is really good with power tools. have you ever seen him build ikea? it takes him less than an hour. for our anniversary, he built me a coffee table. mhmm isn't he amazing? yeah my man did that. yeah my man, mhmm that's my ma-

[soosoosoup]

Poppy sweet love ❤️

Pucca!!!

Also the korean vers bc it's my fav <3

[ohitslen]

Living together.

The snail video if you are interested :)

[wild0moon]

highly amused by the responses to my tankdad post all being either feral excitement over tankdad (same) or thirsting for john's body with very little in-between

[willowser]

katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.

really stupid.

not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.

another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.

whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.

without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.

it's just—your fucking—hips.

katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.

mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.

"you're a pig."

katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.

"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."

"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."

"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."

katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"

"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."

"piss. off."

but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.

she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.

fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.

it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.

and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.

taking it to the grave, even.

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)