#I cannot wait to see him!!

[novabun-ships]

I'm making it canon that since Cesar and I are long distance at the moment that he asked me what scents do I usually wear and when I told him he went out and got the two bottles of perfume I use a lot.

I had no idea that he bought it either.

It wasn't until he FaceTimed me (as we usually do before bed, yes we even fall asleep with it on)

anyways, he told me he sprayed a little of it on an extra pillow (the one he was currently snuggling in his arms) he ends up saying how nice I smell and that he can't wait to actually hold me in his arms, to be able to feel my skin against his own and the warmth I could give him and how at peace he'd finally feel knowing that I was safe in his arms.

Queue me with my face in my own pillow, all flustered and now longing even harder to be with him >///<

[themidnightsunset]

the third chapter of deltarune was

[analogboii]

iconic of him. he must be getting ready to drop a fuckin' nuke or some shit. he WANTS people to talk about it. hes out for blood. he wants to make sure drake will never come back from this.

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

one of the standout things from tsc and tgr that I’m still thinking about is just everyone highlighting just how Unsettling Neil Josten actually is… Jeremy being unnerved by Neil’s smile, Jean noting the ice in Neil’s stare… incredible, amazing, give me more

[silversoulsociety]

Shouma Toriashi

Raise Wa Tanin Ga ii

[angelofdumpsterfires]

joked about it earlier but oh my god Zerxus Ilerez as a “collector of antiquities” the tragedy that could be charged with, a fallen man of a fallen era collecting the remmnants that remain of *his* exandria before calamity found it, even a thousand years later, still holding on to fragments of world he left behind through hellfire

[yooboobies]

happy birthday my favourite human ♡♡

hope to see you smile soon ♡

[cr. 0613data]

[srnileforme]

“It wasn't your fault. I was a fool. You were just outmatched by the royal families' little games.”

THE NEXT PRINCE (2025) | EPISODE 4

[dailygihun]

day 11 || need to queen out with this diva

[river-of-wine]

Death to Dutch van der Linde!

[burningcheese-merchant]

"Who am I if I don't have what it takes?"

OG post haha

[voidmetal-alloy]

Yet another Archie thing I’ve wanted to redraw since I was ten but never had the skills for until now

[usertoxicyaoi]

"What? You've got all the information you need and everything you want to know, so now, I'm of no use to you anymore."

REVENGED LOVE (2025). EPISODE SIX.

[hungharrington]

what about jealous steve…

ok it’s not quite jealous steve, more like possessive steve but that’s cos i half wrote it and then came back and i’m not wasting precious writing <3 ok mwah as always, MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+

You and Steve split up for all of 10 minutes before he’s back at your side, one hand sliding into your back pocket, kissing the side of your head in hello.

The kiss burns lightly where it's pressed into your hair. The usual party music dwindles in the background, playing from the other room.

“Hey sweetheart,” He murmurs, voice all low.

He ducks his head low to press another kiss to your skin, this time against the heat of your neck. You squirm at the sudden attention and smile apologetically at your friend, almost flustered, and turn to him.

“Hi,” You smile up at him through your lashes. “What’s that special greeting for?”

“Nothin’,” Steve hums, smiling back, even as his hand in your pocket gives a little squeeze. He’s got that flush he always gets after one or two beers, colouring his face.

He gives you a little tug sideways, towards him. “C'mon, I wanna talk to you.”

You huff a laugh but follow him all the same, leaving with a quick wave to your friend over your shoulder. Steve’s hand slips from your back pocket to tangle with your hand and he leads you through the living room and out to the hallway. Doors line it and Steve seems to know exactly where he’s heading.

“Sure,” You laugh a bit, on the adoring side. “We totally came to this party so we talk to each other—“ Steve pushes through one of the doors, revealing an empty bedroom. “— in an empty bedroom.”

Behind you, the door snips shut. Steve turns and steals a glance at the drink in your hand, plucking it from you without any warning.

“Hey!” You say, as he puts it down on a surface behind him. “I was drin—oh,”

In one fluid motion, Steve steps in and backs you up against the door, one hand settling on your waist. The other curls beneath your chin, cradling your jaw and you barely get a moment to gasp before his lips are on yours.

Hot and desperate, Steve kisses you like you’re a feast for him to devour— fierce kisses, little nips, adoring little noises as he finally gets his lips on you like he’s been dreaming of all night.

You make a soft noise in your throat, a sound of appreciation. Your hands travel up to rest on his chest, fingers twining around the collar of his polo.

Pulling back, Steve’s delighted to see you already look a little messy — your lips pinker than normal, your eyes wider, darker.

“Really?” He asks, his voice low and teasing. Steve leans in and kisses your neck again, in the same place he did put in the living room. His breath is hot against your skin when he murmurs against your skin? “You didn’t think we’d end up here?”

Something in the gravel of his tone makes your back arch, something warm thrumming within you as Steve begins to suckle the skin of your neck. Fuck, you think, beginning to pant, Of course he’s going for a hickey.

“I- uh,” Your voice is already soaked in a sigh, your fingers clenching over his shoulders tightly as pleasure begins to drool through your core.

Steve continues before you can even answer his first question. His hand on your waist moves, shifting down til he’s grabbing at the apex of your thigh. His fingers dig into the swell of your ass, cupping it so he can pull you forward — right as his thigh slots between yours easily.

“You think i could come to these parties,” He breathes, moving your hips for you. “with you, looking this fucking hot,” You pant beneath him. “and not need to leave a mark?”

Following his word true, his hot mouth reattaches to your neck, sucking with fervor this time. His hand on your ass moves and finds its place in your back pocket again, squeezing and dragging your hips forward once more.

The other shifts down squeeze at your chest, his deft fingers rubbing over your nipple with eased practice. You moan prettily, rutting down against the denim, the friction downright sinful.

Your hands have a mind of their own, still moving up, and now they twist into the hair at the nape of his neck. Steve’s moves on to a new spot on your neck now, further down, and you’re helpless to do anything but let him.

Something in your cunts throbs at the possessiveness. You could very happily do this all night. The ambience of the party just behind the door slips away almost completely.

Steve pulls back after a couple of minutes, lips sheened with spit, his hair a mess from how you’ve been dragging your hands through it. His heavy eyes drag slowly from your marked up neck down to where you’re still grinding onto his thigh. His cock thickens in his jeans.

“Fuck,” He sighs, the sound rough in his throat. He moves his other hand down so he’s holding your hips, dragging your hips forward at his own, controlled pace. You nudge against his hard on with every motion.

“You don’t do this for anyone else, do you?” He asks, a dash of a smirk on his face. Smug. Possessive. Adored with you. You shake your head, each of your breaths lilted with a moan.

“Just you,” You say, knowing what he wants to hear. You know your boyfriend, so you know exactly why he’s pulled you in here and marked up your neck— and it only fuels your lust. “Only you, Steve,”

Steve’s cock twitches in his pants, his breath catching in his throat.

“God, fuck this party,” He mutters, diving in to capture your lips with his. You’re both so riled up, the kiss strong and hungry from both sides.

He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull back, forehead pressed against yours. “Let’s ditch this place. I can’t let you go out there looking like this.”

You huff a laugh but are inclined to agree. “You’re the one who made me like this.”

“I know,” Steve says. “But now I might be giving people ideas.”

That makes you laugh— the perplexity of his reasoning. Boy logic, you suppose. Your arms around his neck tug him closer, stealing a kiss.

“Better get me home then, huh?”

Steve grins, knowing exactly what’s waiting at home—and kisses you with the promise of what’s to come.

[chaos-interwoven]

imagine its mid tsc3 and jeremy and jean’s tension is off the charts. and everyone is thinking “there’s no way they can be this oblivious” because they’re dancing around each other in a way that makes everyone else want to pull their own hair out (or maybe just lock them in a room together). and finally, finally, there they are, flirting with each other in the kitchen while jean makes breakfast and instead of shying away, they keep ramping up. and they’re getting closer and closer. and a knowing smile is exchanged instead of hidden, their faces not turning away even as they blush. and suddenly jean is leaning in and jeremy is reaching to meet him halfway.

and cat walks out of her room with a loud “good morning” stumbling out of her mouth out of habit. immediately she clocks the situation in the kitchen and she is groaning so so hard internally at the realization of what she just carelessly walked into. all she can say is “oops sorry didn’t mean to interrupt your moment, i’ll let you continue” with her hands up in mock surrender, and even though she is dying to see how they address what so clearly almost just happened, she starts spinning around to go back to her and laila’s room.

jean mutters something in quick, rude french under his breath and then just loud enough to catch, “forget it, the moment’s over” and he goes to turn away, already backing out of jeremy’s space.

but jeremy just grabs his arm, pulls him right back, and presses his lips to jean’s real quick before he can get far from him, before either of them can overthink anything. he leans away with a smile and neither of them notice the way cat is gaping at them in pure joy, too caught up in each other.

jeremy gets to feel jean’s answering smile right up against his as he is crowded into the counter and jean continues what jeremy had started

[hammity-hammer]

joe keery. i love you more than you will ever know