#it is 1am. sleepy

[pepperedshenanigans]

zacharie!! off prologue was pretty awesome sauce. really recommend!

[kendyroy]

logan, you’ve known this guy for 10 secs

[barghest-land]

20 min sketches from flocking paleostream!! here are cambropachycope, onychodus, xenodens and lyrarapax. very out of my comfort zone, but i loved drawing them :)

[princyvish]

So I had a vision.. the da vinki bros out here giving me ideas with just something so simple 😭😭😭

[missholoska]

soriel week 2024 day 4: holiday 🎄

[favoure]

a lifetime of indentured servitude

used this frame from the mv of "femme fatale" by kedarui as ref for this piece ! just thought that it fit them perfectly orz

[blvfix]

okay so i have some thoughts about pantalone that i've been meaning to write down, but haven't had the energy nor time. many of these thoughts reflect my own experiences on handling my money.

• the man has money, we all know it. he's one of the richest (or the most rich?) person in teyvat. he grew up poor and he's worked for that money he has. honest work? more or less.

• pantalone is stingy to a degree. rich people, or people with more money than most are. they don't get rich by spending money. i'm not even rich, but i hold on to my money and savings tightly.

• he never wants to go back to the days when he was a little boy, trying to get his hands on anything, food or clothes. there is that nagging voice at the back of his head going like "my precious".

• he plans everything. he keeps track of every mora that comes and goes into his pockets.

• he makes the harbingers write DETAILED requests for funding. he hires only the necessary amout of staff. a cook, a cleaner or maybe two and a butler and a maid. and a few guards to keep his manor guarded.

• i love the fanfic trope of pantalone spoiling his lover and going on shopping sprees and spending money, but i don't see him doing that "in reality". not even for his lover. not frequently at least. maybe once a month at most? and even then, it's not every dress you stare at, every jewelery he thinks looks good on you. he notes those things down though! for future.

• of course his lover gets something special for important occasions, a date, birthday, anniversary or other celebration. and his lover can also "request funding" for something they want. pantalone can be more lenient on them and their request.

• he's just strict with his money, that's all.

that's my thoughts. feel free to share yours. do you agree or disagree with me? 👀 I think both, "spending pantalone" and "stingy pantalone" are both equally good concepts.

[fiendishartist2]

im thinjing about petscop again

im thinking about paul finally putting doen tge controller. turning off the console. removing the disk from the tray and putting it back in its case for the last time

im thinking about him grabbing all of his belongings, getting in belles car, and driving straight home. straight to lina

im thinking about lina hugging him at the door. grabbing his shaking hands and pulling him inside. helping him into a clean change of clothes. pressing a kiss onto the top of his head, despite how dirty his hair is

im thinking about her washing his hair in the sink when its too far gone to fix on his own. gently scrubbing despite the resistance. working through it slowly and deliberately, until all of the knots are brushed out

im thinking about belle perched on fhe counter, taking silly pictures of paul and playing funny videos for him. lina doesnt understand internet humor but she smiles to herself knowing that both of her kids are happy, if only for a moment. she cuts his hair lovingly, running her fingers through it more often than necessary. he responds by leaning into her hand

im thinking about how paul looks in the mirror, surrounded by his real family, and for the first time in his life he knows exactly who is looking back at him

[heyimkana]

a little context:

yuuji's VA voices a guy named Haruto in this track. he's dating his childhood friend Souta (you'll notice that he keeps moaning souta's name) and they've been dating behind our back for a while (yes, we're actually involved in the story lol). what's happening here is basically they're having sex in the living room, trying to be as quiet as possible, while we're secretly listening to them doing it from the bedroom 😳

I will post bottom gumi soon 😇

[flimsy-spine]

you put two gay bitches in a room together and they don't shut up about their boyfriends

[wishchip106]

i love how this filter makes him look like he has an extremely red nose

it must be cold out there rudolph get back inside

[transfemlocus]

t4t grimmons. is that anything

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Sleepy Chiffany 😴💤"

The dollies are finally sleeping when their poor baby has night terrors..!

[kissitbttr]

kiss it, kiss it better, baby

☆ ghost is insecure with the way he looks, but you’re there to help him realize he’s pretty ☆

pairing is with fem!reader

-

first thing you had learned about simon is how much of a closed off person he is. to the point where he shuts almost everyone out except his colleagues.

so when he first met you, he had no expectations whatsoever. sure, he thought you were breathtaking. ethereal even. the first thought when he saw you walked into the room for the first time is ‘how could God let His prettiest angel roam around free on earth? why had he not have any desire to protect you?’

your aura and smile is enough to make his knees wobbly. the sound of your laugh makes his lips twitch into a genuine smile. almost.

and he’s trying to figure out why your presence is making him turn into a puddle.

but he’s been there before. manipulated by soft and delicate looking people only for them to be a complete different person once he gets a little too attached. that reason alone was enough for him to protect his heart even more. despite your affection and your warm nature, he was still cold. harsh even.

and you understand completely. fully taking your time in getting to know him, being patient and soft, because a person could only handle so much given to his story. you heard from soap about how much he had to endured and your heart was torn.

‘poor lad… went through a lot’

is what soap had said.

so you made it your mission to make him feel at ease. become his person. his home. moving slowly but surely. this made simon baffled by your actions. why do you still hang around? why do you keep giving him affections? why can’t you just go and find someone who’s not bottling too much of emotions and trauma?

answer is simple. you love him.

and boy, was he shocked. in a good way. because it has been far too long someone had said that word to him. and not just say it but you actually prove it.

in time, simon begins to learn how to properly love again. he learns how to be someone’s someone. he yearns for you now. opening up a bit more about his past and he can’t forget the way you clutch his hands tightly around yours as he spoke. a simple act to remind him that it’s just you and him and no one else.

there’s only one thing he has been afraid of.

unmasking.

the thin scars decorating his face is one of the things he has always been so insecure about. and he’s scared that you might think of him differently after seeing. in your own opinion, he’s stupid to think that — will all due respect— encourage him day after day that you wouldn’t think so, still he doesn’t budge.

despite you being impatient on wanting to see his handsome features, you never push him. you would never do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. you adore him too much to do that.

“so i said to her… ” you emerge from the bathroom while brushing through your hair, eyes focusing on your long locks. “ ‘bitch, please you are looking at the owner’ and i kid you not… she went pale as shit” you chuckle as you tell him a about what happened at work

he hums, pretending to listen. the only thing that matters to him is how beautiful you look tonight. the way your fingers running softly through your hair, your glowing skin, your cute giggle and fuck,

how your night gown leaves little to no imagination,

“and then i took my G19 and shot her in the head”

“that’s good, baby” ghost mutters lowly, his eyes falls down to your exposed thighs. his train of thoughts were interrupted by you throwing a pillow at his direction.

“ow! hey!”

“you aren’t even listening!” a grunt of protest falls from your lips, arms crossed over your chest. “i was telling you about my day!”

he puts his hands up in defense. playful smirk across his face. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! you just look so good standing there in your night gown, love…”

putting down your brush on the bedside table, you roll your eyes. though you can’t help but smile.

“that good, huh?” pulling the covers next to him before slipping inside. “i look that good to you?”

his large hand moves to palm your thigh. “more than good. you look absolutely divine”

your smile grows, and you can feel him smile too underneath the mask. both of your eyes locked for a while before you sit up a little bit and pat your chest.

“wanna lay?”

ghost quickly nods with a grin, scooting closer towards you before carefully laying his head. his fingers tap your leg, signaling you to put it over his thigh, you oblige.

a sigh of contentment escape from his lips once your press a kiss on top of his masked forehead. gentle fingers tracing lightly against his traps.

a question bubbles into your mind. a question you have been dreading to ask. tongue clicking against your teeth as you contemplate.

“what’s on your mind, beautiful?”

it’s like he could read your mind. you can never escape him.

shrugging you reply, “just wondering”

“wondering what?”

you inhale a sharp breath. “about when i can see this handsome face of yours.”

a smile on ghost’s face falters a bit. he knows you have been waiting for him to unmask. it has been months since you begin your journey together, and he knows that you have waited too long to see him. it isn’t fair to you, he knows that.

but again, he doesn’t want you to think differently of him.

“hm?” you place another kiss on his head when he’s not answering. “am i getting closer to getting the privilege to see that handsome face?”

the question is playful, though ghost could feel his heart beating far too loud. he believes every word you say to him, because he knows you would never lie to his face. except this one particular thing

“ ‘m not, lovie” he squeezes your thigh, fingertips grazing your soft skin.

you gasp, moving your head back a bit to the side so you can see him. “and who told you that, huh? soap? gaz?”

he’s quick to shake his head. “no one has ever seen me. i just know that i am”

“baby, that’s bullshit and you know it” you argue, bringing your other hand to rub his cheek with your thumb.

a silence falls between you two. he doesn’t know what else to response to that. it has been too long since he lets anyone see how he really looks like.

he moves his head closer to your chest, pressing his cheek against it to listen to your heartbeat better. “i just don’t want you to regret being with me, tha’s all”

if a heart could break, yours would in that moment. for all the times you’ve spent together with him, ghost is not the person that would showcase his vulnerability nor emotions. he’s tough. cold. stoic. he’d rather die than to do that.

but something in the way he speaks in a tone you’ve never heard from him before just makes you want to protect him even more. the insecurity laced in his tone is enough to do so.

“do you trust me?” your voice is gentle as ever, seeing him nod slowly. “then you know i would never do anything to make you feel small, yeah?”

he snakes his arm around your waist, nodding again. “yes”

your eyes casting down to him. “can i see my pretty baby, then?”

he feels his cheeks warm at the compliment, swallowing a small gulp as he tightens his grip a little.

simon is quiet for a moment, making you almost feel guilty for pushing him a bit. but you can’t help it. you want to see him.

you want to see your man.

and as you’re about to apologize, he speaks up,

“okay.”

a wide grin slowly makes an appearance on your face, “yeah?” he nods slowly, looking up to you with a soft smile.

“yeah” his voice is low. husky. “i trust you.”

“you do” you confirm, fingers moving gently to the bottom of his mask. for a moment you stop to see any sign of him fighting back or fidgeting. but he gives you nod, telling you to continue

with a smile, you tuck both of your thumbs underneath his balaclava. slowly you remove the material up to his nose, familiar soft pink lips that has been brushing against yours for the past few months appears. you stop for a moment and let your finger thread lightly on it, goosebumps rises against his skin as he feels you getting closer to fully unfold him.

the beat of both of your hearts are thumping. one part, you’re excited and the other he’s anxious. anxious that you’re not going to like it.

he closes his eyes the moment you completely remove the balaclava from him. hearing a gasp falls from you is making his nerves go up even higher.

‘please don’t leave me, please… please don’t’ he thinks

“simon you—you are so. fucking beautiful’

the moment he hears those words, his eyes snap open. seeing your wide eyed gaze travel from his forehead and down to his chin. both of your hands move to cup his face with jaw slightly wide open. no words are uttered.

you are truly speechless. taking the time to observe every single detail of his features. from his dirty blonde hair, big brown eyes, sharp nose, thin scars around his eyebrow and down to his cheekbone. you believe those things compliment his entire face.

he is absolutely handsome.

“my god” your voice comes out in a whisper, his breath hitches. hand still gripping tightly around your waist. “you’ve been hiding all these from me?”

a hearty chuckle rumbles from his chest, avoiding your eyes because he fears that you might see him blush.

“you don’t have to lie to me love, i—“

“fuck i ain’t!” you exclaim with a laugh, head shaking at his response. “simon you don’t realize how handsome you are, do you? and these?” finger pointing at the faded scar,

“prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

he cocks both of his eyebrows, eyes glinting full of hope. “you think so?”

“i know so, my darling.” plants a kiss on the tip of his nose. “gorgeous.” one on his eyelid. “my pretty man.” one on his cheekbone. “my baby” last one on the scar.

he pulls your body closer to him, melting at the feeling of your lips all over his face. “‘m not” he mutters

“definitely are. my handsome man” you argue, ruffling his hair. wide smile spreads across your lips as you watch your handsome man hides his face in between your breasts. “are you my pretty baby? hm?” you coo in a soft tone, not stopping to pepper him with kisses and praises.

he becomes shy, because he’s not used to this. choosing to find comfort in your chest yet he can’t help to admit how much he enjoys the affection. you feel him smile against your chest, and he’s hiding it but you can definitely sense him blushing too.

god, you love this sight. your hardcore, stone cold, military boyfriend becoming putty in your embrace. one you truly never thought you would see, and you’re enjoying every bit of it.

he does too. perhaps even more than you enjoying yourself

“me, me me. I’m your baby.” he mutters softly, eyes fluttering shut

-

i love babying a man, arrest me

[critterishere]

sorry for my fucked up english above, its not my native language 😭😭

idk if you know it or somethin but your Postal Dude P1's design remembers me of YamiriAshKyu Noseybonk's design (probably just cuz of the hair) (there is another fanart of her that is more similar, unfortunately couldnt find it) btw i love your art, you are the reason why I am openin this app everyday, so if you can please draw something related to it I will be very happy!! :D

I don’t recognize the artist (the art looks really good tho holy moly) but OH MY GOD!! MR NOSEYBONK!!!!!!!!!!!!! My angel..🌺🌺🌺 I would have never guessed that my version of p1 dude would ever be compared to noseybonk but like,, ahh!!! Omg!!!! Aaaahh!!!!!! :^D

also aah thank you so much!! (*^▽^*)

[actuallyrandompersondaily]

"You would think," Buck groaned, burying his head into his pillow, "that we'd be better at sleeping through noise. Just, considering our job."

Eddie sighed, staring straight up at the ceiling.

"Work might be part of the problem," he pointed out, not moving even as Buck wriggled his way closer. "We're used to having to get up at a moments notice."

"Big fuck-off fire alarm is different to midnight construction works," Buck said, hooking his chin into Eddie's shoulder. "Our brains should know that and let us sleep."

Eddie finally moved at that, dropping his head to the side to press a kiss onto Buck's forehead, right over his birthmark.

"At least we're able to sleep on the job," he pointed out, wincing when the truck started reversing. "Imagine having to go into the office tomorrow."

Buck shifted slightly so he was wrapped around Eddie more comfortably.

"As long as you're prepared for Chim teasing us about both being exhausted."

Eddie laughed at that, lifting his chin so Buck could nuzzle closer.

"We'll just sick Maddie on him. I'm her favourite since she started joining wine nights."

"I'd argue but I know you're right," Buck said. "As long as Chris is yours and I'm second, I'm all set."

"I don't know, she does make good brownies," Eddie hummed, straight faced, before cracking and brushing another kiss along Buck's forehead. "You know there's never been any competition, baby. Not even when there probably should have been."

"I know," Buck agreed, craning his head slightly in search of a proper kiss. "It's just nice to hear sometimes."