#(TOO BAD 💕)

[ilovecoelacanths]

what if i told you guys i actually decided not to drop out of college

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Do you think Angel Dust is so used to the sexualization and feminization of his body (like people calling him sexy, pretty, hot, beautiful, gorgeous, etc.) that when Husk finally does compliment him and calls him handsome, Angel just fucking melts 🫠💕 Like Angel comes out in a new suit fitted to his androgynous taste with heels and makeup and jewelry and he playfully twirls and asks Husk "How do I look baby?" And without missing a beat, with the goofiest love sick look on his face Husk replies "Very handsome, darling." Angel fully malfunctions, tripping over himself, and bright pink in the face.

Or like he's lounging around in his room in comfy clothes and Husk just looks at him all moony eyes and soft and Angel, a bit self conscious, demands "what the fuck are you starring at?" And Husk just smiles and shrugs and tells him "I don't know, I just...like looking at you. You're really adorable." And Angel has to hold back a squeal or perhaps its a squeak or some other embarrassing noise because nobody has called him "adorable" since he was a child.

Or perhaps they're out running errands for Charlie and suddenly get jumped by some gang; They kick ass obviously. Both coming out a little bruised and bloody but overall victorious, and Husk is looking at him again with that painfully adoring look that Angel still can't get used to. And Angel is pink in the face again, side eyeing the bar cat, asking: "Yeah?" "You're amazing, you know that." Husk said it so casually, so sweetly, so full of love that Angel had no other option but to kiss him.

Because what else was there to do? Like Husk just says shit like this to him and expects him to act normal?! How the hell was Angel supposed to maintain his composure when Husk kept looking at him like he was heaven itself?!!?? What was Angel supposed to do, not kiss the grumpy cat man breathless??? Like come on! 😤💕💕😤

[aurorangen]

Being a detective, Renee notices the little things. It was only a second, but she saw Vincent tense up at being questioned; was he nervous? Vincent looked back at the living room, then smiled reassuringly, "O-Oh I need to head to my office...I'll be back by the evening." What could he be doing?

[arts-of-berdengguhit]

I just wanna stay positive with the incoming update. Let's rejoice! A happy ending 🥰🙏

[disaster-magician]

Had a lot of fun using the template by anikiri._.6 on insta and my most recent comm from @sunflowerpin to show off my baby more 💕

[satellite-starss]

LITERALLY the character ever

[roseate-rose]

what do u mean i shouldnt eat half a pound of gouda in one sitting. It’s hot how else am I supposed to cool down

[capricioussun]

if you're still doing the very fast bad requests what about a very stressed edge getting engulfed in a hug from toriel?

She made him sit down for this

[lemongogo]

i need to cosplay elendira so bad rn rn idfc its happening .umms do any of u .. if you have experience making cosplay props HELPP how might one go ab making a gigantic fucking nail please and thank u 💕

[ohwatson]

love recounting my accidental rupert graves encounter to my family. like damn that really did happen. neat.

[vargaslovinghours]

Happy Vargas Day! Stop saying 100%

They are truly Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde-ing it up around the Institute ♥ The role(s) was made for them!

Doctor meme!Edgar is here to assist! Scriabin is also here, to make quips at Edgar’s expense, equally important

He’s swooning! Catch him! Hold him in your weak noodle big strong arms!

Not an MD. Maybe. The text on his certificate is blurry, it must’ve been printed weirdly. It’s totally legit, don’t bother checking, just trust him

[ricky-olson]

“ew are they trying make [insert female character here] and [insert male character that’s in a popular yaoi ship] happen” imagine being so stuck in fanon that women pixels makes you this angry

[lawtieswife]

Me, walking in wearing an old shirt of Law’s that’s way too big for me: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on; this is OUR shirt.

Law, not missing a beat: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy space socks on, I don't want to hear shit.

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : gunplay

⟢ you’re in my world now .ᐟ

the room felt smaller with juhan’s presence dominating it, his sharp eyes fixated on you like you were his prey. the soft clink of the gun he spun around lazily sent a ripple of anticipation through your body. he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling in that infuriatingly confident way that made your breath hitch. juhan sat back in his chair, legs spread wide, his hungry gaze drinking you in as you stood before him.

"come here." he said, his voice low and rough. you obeyed, stepping into the space between his legs. he pulled you down, guiding you to straddle his lap, the hard press of metal grazing against your inner thigh as he tilted his head, watching for your reaction. “you trust me, don't you?" he murmured, the cold gun resting against the bare skin of your leg. "yes.” you whispered without hesitation, your voice breathless but steady. juhan’s smirk deepened, his fingers brushing against the side of your face. "good girl."

he raised the weapon and let the barrel trail over your lips, his eyes darkening as you parted them without hesitation. the smooth metal slid in just slightly, your tongue grazing the cool surface as your heart raced.

"you’re such a pretty little thing." he said, his free hand tracing down your spine. "so willing. so perfect."

the gun left your mouth with a soft, metallic scrape, and juhan’s hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head to meet his heated gaze. his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, his control over you sending shivers down your spine.

with the gun now lowered, his other hand slid between your thighs, teasing and testing your limits as your body arched into him. the edge of the weapon returned, this time tracing higher, a deliberate and calculated movement that left you trembling.

"you’re mine," he growled, his voice heavy with possessive lust. "every inch of you belongs to me, isn’t that right, baby?" you didn’t even get the chance to respond before he lifted both of his hands off you, "now, turn around." he ordered, his tone sharp, almost mocking.

you obeyed without hesitation, your body trembling under his gaze. juhan tilted his head, examining you like you were nothing more than a plaything- something he could break if he wanted.

“let’s see just how much you can take." he sneered, pressing the cool metal barrel against your jaw. the gun traced a deliberate path down your body, the chill of the steel leaving goosebumps in its wake.

he let it linger between your thighs, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror in front of you as he tilted it just enough to make you gasp.

"you’re shaking," he said with a cruel laugh, his free hand gripping your chin. "are you scared? or is it that excitement?"

"both…" you admitted breathlessly, your voice trembling but determined. "good," he growled, the smirk on his face widening into something far more sinister. "you should be scared. but you're too desperate for me to stop, aren't you?"

he didn't wait for a response. the gun pressed against you, the cold metal making you gasp as he pushed it just inside. your body tensed at the intrusion, and he chuckled darkly, his grip on your hip tightening as he held you in place.

"look at you," he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain and desire. "fucking filthy. letting me use you like this."

each movement was slow and calculated, the deliberate pace driving you to the edge of your sanity. his free hand slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat with enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

"you belong to me," juhan practically growled. "every curve. every scream. every fucking breath. don’t you forget it."

the dangerous edge in his tone made your heart race, and yet you couldn't stop yourself from craving more, from leaning into the chaos he so effortlessly commanded.

juhan didn't stop- he never did when he was in this mood. his eyes were blazing with a hunger that threatened to consume you whole, his lips twisted into a smirk as he pressed the gun further, the cool steel a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.

"you’re fucking soaking, aren't you? all for this." he hissed, his tone sharp, laced with condescension. he tilted the weapon, watching your body react to the unfamiliar intrusion, a cruel laugh escaping his lips.

"pathetic." he said, though the way his voice thickened betrayed just how much he was enjoying this. "you’d let me ruin you, wouldn't you? beg me to."

the barrel moved with precision, slow and deliberate, every twist and push a calculated assault on your senses. your gasps filled the room, each sound spurring him on as his hand tightened on your throat, grounding you in the overwhelming intensity.

"you’re so desperate," juhan continued, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "do you even know how nasty you look right now? letting me use this on you? letting me claim you like this?"

your fingers clawed at his wrist as the tension in your body built, and his smirk only deepened. "don’t you dare close your eyes," he ordered, his tone biting. "i want you to see how you fall apart for me. i want you to remember who made you like this."

the pressure of the gun was unrelenting, his movements alternating between teasing and merciless, pushing you closer to the edge. his free hand slid up your body, gripping your jaw tightly as he forced you to meet his gaze.

"you’re fucking mine." he snarled, his voice thick with possession. "every moan, every fucking ounce of pleasure- i own it. say it."

"i am yours, juhan." you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation. "damn right, you are." he growled, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss as he pushed you further toward the edge, trembling beneath his touch. juhan pulled back just enough to watch his impact on you, his chest heaving with his own barely restrained desire.

[starlight-lesbians]

I don’t necessarily think Greaseball was like entirely a Bad Girlfriend to Dinah before everything happened, I think she was probably not as good at Feelings

Like more often than not Dinah probably got whatever she wanted in terms of gifts or dates, but Greaseball just kind of struggled to open up emotionally or be emotionally sensitive.

They probably fought a lot because Greaseball said something insensitive and then didn’t understand why it upset Dinah, which would then cause her to get upset because she can’t figure it out. I honest to god doubt she would purposefully upset Dinah even just for the simple fact we see she doesn’t like seeing her sad.

They feel very deeply for each other the whole time, Greaseball just has to learn better emotional sensitivity and get knocked on her ass to fully understand how best to support Dinah in their relationship.

[vvenuspng]

Since season 2 looks like no one will have a good time and Stolitz is getting pushed further apart, I'm choosing to believe the show is angst fanfic and your art is whats really happening with them 😭 LET THEM LOVE EACH OTHER

omg thank u sm ur so kind !!!! also SOOOO true god i can’t tell if i’m excited or terrified for the new ep <3 either way i’m losing it

here r some doodles i got of them in storage, plus a little unnamed stolitz kid i came up with in 10 sec with zero actual thought put into the design xoxo