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[calware]

roxy drawing from the stream last week, thank you to everyone who stopped by despite the technical issues 🙏 i promise that the next time i steam i'll have a better connection

[la-casa-di-yari]

Lottate sempre per il vostro obbiettivo 🔥

[mawsnclaws]

Giant alien finding your ship crashed on their planet. You're shaking and injured, and you look so helpless. They decide you'd be better resting in their storage (stomach) than out in the open.

[instagrambaddies]

🍷 | 𝐊𝐨𝐊𝐨𝐊𝐚𝐲 - @𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲._ x @𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲

[sidesheauxblog]

Easily the strongest contender for my favorite bootleg Bart shirt

[rouletvilla]

🩷eivor tops - gorillax3 slim fit t-shirt recolours🩷

there's not enough bimbocore stuff for guys so i delivered! and added various other things i think my oc eivor would wear lol. some graphics are from pinterest and some i edited/made myself

in t-shirt category

hq compatible

34 swatches total

disabled for random

disabled specular

mesh by gorillax3 needed! no adfly or anything but mesh is 13k polygons

dl @ patreon (free always)

credits - gorillax3

[hazbinshusk]

Ummm 32 from the kiss prompts for blitz?👉👈

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this one was requested by two different anons, and mastermind made me all the more excited to write it. while this is part of the blitz prompt list, it is unapologetically stolitz x reader and something I could totally be convinced to continue...

prompt #32: a kiss while someone watches

Everything has a… loose feeling to it, your body tingling pleasantly with the booze in your system. When you turn your head, it feels almost as though its in danger of falling to your shoulder or back against the back of the plush couch you’re sitting on. It’s an addictive feeling; a total kind of relaxed that make a smile curl over your lips. The party is beginning to wind down; most people had left, either for home or more debaucherous pastures, but the music still plays and it thumps through your bloodstream like liquid iron.

You let your half-lidded eyes travel lazily around the room, settling on the couple curled up on the beanbag by the window. Prince Stolas, as out of place as you could possibly be and far too tall for where he currently sat, was reclined back on the beanbag, a look of utter, unmitigated bliss softening his features as Blitzø kisses him. The imp is straddling his lap, one hand cupping the owl’s cheek, the other clutching at the feathers of his arm. Stolas has his own arms wrapped around Blitzø’s neck; one hand raised to curl around the curve of the imp’s horn. You watch, fascinated, at the way Stoas strokes it slowly, back and forth, at the way Blitzø’s shoulders shift to press him further into the prince’s embrace.

Even over the music you can hear the soft moan Blitzø releases, and despite yourself you can feel a light, fluttery feeling build inside you as you watch your boss slide his tongue into the owl prince’s mouth. Stolas trills, arching up into him, his feathers ruffled and unkempt. You can’t bring yourself to look away; they look so pretty together, totally consumed by a kiss. Blitzø’s tail curls around Stolas’ thigh, banding around the muscle so tight that you can see it bulge around it. Everything about the way Blitzø kisses is possessive; the way his whole body curves into the touch of their lips, the crease in his brow, the grip of his hand on Stolas’ waist…

Stolas wraps the end of Blitzø’s tail around delicate fingers, squeezing just below the base of the spade. The imp growls, a grin catching his lips as he moves to trail biting, claiming kisses to the prince’s neck. Stolas hoots happily at the feeling of it, his head falling back against the beanbag. All four of his eyes are closed, a blissful smile curving his beak. When they open, it’s with heavy lids, and your breathing hitches when his eyes meet yours.

You expect him to look offended, taken aback… but instead those glowing blood eyes are wide as they hold your gaze, his beak parted as his chest heaves beneath Blitzø’s. You should look away, help them pretend at privacy, but you can’t… not with the way Stolas watches you, his arms tightening around Blitzø’s neck. He arches up against him with a moan as Blitzø sinks his teeth into his collarbone, and the sound of it makes you shiver.

Stolas turns his head back towards Blitzø and you flush, shame warring with your arousal to burn as twin flames inside you. The prince slides his tongue along the line of Blitzø’s jaw before he murmurs something to him, reaching between them to graze his hand over the front of Blitzø’s pants. The imp moans, but as Stolas finishes speaking he pulls away slightly, an eyebrow raised. He quirks what seems to be a curious smile down at his partner, and when Stolas nods, you find yourself frozen as Blitzø turns his eyes to you.

Blitzø climbs off of Stolas fluidly, pausing only to give him another fleeting kiss and to ruffle his crown feather with one hand before he moves towards you. There’s a smirk on his lips and an apology dies on yours as he moves to sit beside you on the couch, tail switching slowly behind him. Blitzø catches hold of your chin before you can summon up an explanation for your staring, his smile taking on a sharper edge that makes you press your thighs together, makes your hand tighten on the cup in your hand until you hear the plastic crackle.

“You like what you see, sugar?” he asks, voice taking a husky tone you’ve never heard before. There’s amusement there, but a breathlessness, too. “Stolas over there was worried you were feelin’ left out.”

“I didn’t…” you need to clear your throat, but those finger on your chin keep you frozen. Heat tingles up the length of your spine, settling in your lower back. You can still feel Stolas’ eyes on you, but you can’t drag yours away from Blitzø.

“All those royal fucks really trained the whole ‘good host’ thing into him good, huh?” Blitzø continues teasingly, releasing your chin to let his fingertips trail down your chin  to your throat, down the line of your sternum. They linger at the lowest point in the neckline of your vee-neck shirt, and you can feel them as each heavy breath makes your chest rise and fall. Blitzø’s eyes flicker down for a moment to admire the sight of it, then to Stolas, before his eyes are on yours again. “Pretty boy’s so fuckin’ considerate.”

Blitzø brings his mouth to yours before you can respond, his hand sliding back up your chest to cup the side of your throat. You can feel his thumb brush along the line of your jaw as his fingers curl around the nape of your neck, his kiss soft but wonderfully deep. Blitzø moans quietly into your mouth when you part your lips and his tongue slides into your mouth. The empty cup falls from your hand and you touch tentative hands to his chest, curling your fingers in his shirt.

You can feel the crimson glow of those eyes still drinking you in, still burning into you and it excites you, it turns you on more than you thought it could. Blitzø’s other hand takes your waist, and when he tugs you closer you push him back, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. The imp snickers against your lips, impressed by your eagerness, rewarding you for your boldness by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

You start as you feel another, more graceful hand touch your shoulder, flushing as you break away from Blitzø’s mouth. Stolas has come to sit beside the two of you on the narrow sofa, and he plays idly with a strand of your hair as he drinks the two of you in. Blitzø’s hand clutches at your waist, preventing you from climbing up off of him.

“Don’t you two make a darling little picture?” the owl prince asks, his voice low. There’s something almost hypnotic about his accent, a breathy quality to his tone, and his hand continues to stroke slowly along your shoulder blade. “I told you they were interested, Blitzy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re king pervert, alright.” the imp beneath you shoots back, and you shudder when he leans in to press a teasing, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. You whimper when his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and Stolas lets out a shuddering little hoot in response, his feathers ruffling lightly. Blitzø sighs heavily against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Christ, you keep doin’ that with your hips and I am gonna paint the inside of my fuckin’ jeans…”

You hadn’t even really realised you were rocking against him, and you still, embarrassed. Stolas chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. “Such an eager little thing…”

The prince tucks two delicate fingertips up under your chin, much in the same way Blitzø had, tilting your head back to meet his eye fully. Your lips part, and you whine softly as Blitzø snickers, returning his attention to your throat, trailing his lips down across your collarbone. There’s part of you that completely incredulous at what is happening, another that reminds you that you really should stop this. But the rest of you is just completely entranced, both by the way Blitzø feels and by the weight of Stolas’ gaze on yours.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be tonight, darling?” Stolas asks, his voice honeyed and rich.

You shake your head, your fingers tightening on Blitzø’s arm where you clutch at it for balance as he traces his tongue up the line of your throat.

“Then, my dear,” Stolas smiles. “Would you like to stay here with us?”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[calware]

i can't imagine a timeline where they would all be in one car together but if it ever happened i think that this is what it would look like

[mawsnclaws]

Robot preds ☝️ they may be cold on the outside but their insides are nice and warm, they don't produce saliva so you don't have to worry about your things getting messed up.

They're programmed to protect, and what's more secure and protecting than inside of them? You'll be just fine curled up in their core, they reassure you that you'll be safe and unharmed.

[artistically-chuuya]

I don’t get it.

Why would anyone actually want him? I keep seeing people fall over themselves over his— ugh. They’ve got no idea what it’s like! To have to deal with HIM.

Just thinking about this pisses me off, I need another glass… mm.

Anyway!— he’s insatiable. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Nothing’s ever just “good enough”. He always… wants— needs more. Doesn’t take no for answer. Never does. Never will.

Not to mention how fucking obsessive he is; can’t do shit without him knowing. Can’t go anywhere. It’s like he’s allergic to the concept of privacy!— Good luck getting him to give a damn if you tell him, “no, actually, I don’t want to be STALKED AND SURVEILLED 24/7.”

Which is just GREAT, cuz he’s possessive as all hell. “My dog”, “my partner”, “my Chuuya”, mine-mine-mine. It’s— it’s just… fuckin… all he cares about— OWNING. Can’t hardly talk to anyone without him getting weird about it. He’ll nitpick every little thing like it’s an interrogation. And— ugh! FUCK THAT, I’M MY OWN PERSON!

He’s so childish about it, like a kid who throws a tantrum cuz someone else wants to play with his toys. Pisses me off… I’m— I’m not a toy. I don’t want to be a.. a toy. Or a pet. I’m… I… Gah, whatever. Where was I?

Oh, yeah, why he’s a piece of shit…

He treats everything like it’s some kind of game, like— if he says and does the right thing, he “wins”. Press the right buttons, tell the right lies, move the chess pieces. He’d not even honest about it! HE PLAYS DIRTY! He’s always finding new ways to rig the game and win all his stupid prizes… and you can’t play with him, cuz nobody’s on that freak’s level except Dostoyevsky.

Except it’s not a fucking game. Real people die. Suffer. Bleed. Who the hell wants to be with someone like that? Tch. I wouldn’t hate it so much if he played fair… cuz the second you try and play against him, you’ve already lost.

So who wants a guy like that? Whose idea of a relationship is a skewed, fucked-up collar and leash?— Nobody. That’s why he can’t do anything but break ladies’ hearts and have anything other than flings. He uses people. Devours them. It’s all he knows how to do.

But no matter how much he eats, he’s always starving to death. Cuz… it’s not what he’s looking for. He’d rather maintain this hell of his own making than change, because commitment to improvement means commitment to— to living. And that’s hard. So he’ll take the easy way out and fuck someone else over.

To… to be honest? I’d pity him if he wasn’t so dead-set on ruining.. m… my— ugh... Being that lonely and miserable…. But— it’s no excuse for treating people like shit, dammit…

I know all of this… I know why he’s the worst…

So… why do I still miss him?… Something’s wrong with me…

[perplexi]

it's wine o'clock somewhere in Lakewood 💜🍷✨

[rouletvilla]

🔥RONA 90s vibe layered t-shirt recolours🔥

in t-shirt category

hq compatible

20 swatches total

disabled for random

disabled specular

mesh by RONA needed! mesh is 12k polygons

dl @ patreon (always free)

credits - RONA, pinterest etc

[mii-so]

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[calware]

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[chuuya-lillia]

🍷Trans FtM Chuuya -

Chuuya would get his first binder from Yuan, she would save up money to buy him one and wouldn't get one too expensive or too cheep. He would wear this binder until he is sixteen.

When he joins the port mafia, he doesn't tell anyone he's trans because he doesn't trust anyone. Dazai doesn't even notice Chuuya's trans because Dazai's oblivious to the queer community.

Kouyou accidentally finds out Chuuya is trans and she is really supportive, she gets him a new and better binder. Kouyou also helps Chuuya hide it and gets him period stuff without anyone knowing.

While in the sheep, Yuan would steal period stuff for her and Chuuya because they didn't have the money to afford it every month.

Once Chuuya turns eighteen, he gets on hormone medication because he was advised by Kouyou to wait until he's an adult to get on them.

Some members notice the change in Chuuya's behavior and voice, but they don't say anything as they are afraid to get in trouble with Chuuya, an executive, because they know he can kick their ass.

Chuuya doesn't get top surgery yet because he's still deciding on it, it's a big decision to make.