#Eventually!

[arcadekitten]

what’s viper and jaxter’s relationship like? (unless that will be a future game)

:) ;)

[zaiofender]

nobody’s promised tomorrow 💫

also liked this version of this drawing

[ceruark]

it's better to burn than to be replaced (pt. 1/2)

synopsis: yandere! alexis ness x reader who is kinda into it (just him… for now) words: 930 cw: general yandere themes - stalking, obsessive behavior. implied nsfw, but no smut. MDNI. notes: implied one-sided kainess. a/n: happy birthday to my babygirl

alexis ness, who finds you after kaiser transfers to re al.

at the time, you’d both told yourselves it would be a one-time fling; just a way for you to destress after exams or work or whatever is plaguing you lately, and just something to distract him from the hollowness in his chest, the aching pain from losing the person he’d held at the center of his universe for countless years. all things considered, it’s a good deal for both of you— he’s always eager to please, and you have a tendency to be more than just a bit affectionate during sex (even if it is only supposed to be just one night), and so you both leave that hotel room the next morning feeling satisfied.

it’s… nice, he thinks, to have been able to fall asleep and cuddle with someone after being intimate with them. to wake up and feel someone holding him back, to be met with a smiling face (even if you are just being polite and trying not to make things awkward). it’s nice to share a meal with someone, to have someone compliment him on his feats in his career, and even go as far as to ask about his life outside of football. (even if it's all just in the name of small talk— you’re not actually into him, it’s just a one-time thing, he knows. he knows.)

it’s so nice that, against your previously agreed upon terms and his better judgment, he asks to see you again. and again. and one more time after that— this is the last time, he swears. he always swears it is— but every time you hold him tenderly, kiss him gently, make sure he’s also being satisfied and not just using him for your own pleasure, he feels his resolve rapidly unravel between your fingertips, burning hot where they trail along his skin.

and yet, you agree. time and again, you agree to meet up with alexis, until it becomes part of your weekly routine to spend friday nights in bed with him and saturday mornings working through the long list of breakfast spots around munich you’ve been meaning to try for months now. at some point, he stops asking if he can see you again, and instead moves on to asking if it’s going to be at your place or his.

at some point, when he wasn’t paying attention, that feverish feeling settled beneath his skin again. it’s something he hasn’t felt in months— something kaiser had taken with him when he left. gone is the dull ache within his chest, now replaced by the desperate need to know where you are, what you’re up to, who you’re thinking about. (him, right? are you thinking about him at least half as much as he’s thinking about you?)

it’s decidedly worse this time, worse than whatever infatuation he had with kaiser that said man was exploiting every step of the way. it’s worse because you actually accept his admiration and affection— and what’s more, you return it tenfold, reciprocate his love and make him feel lighter than he’s ever felt in his life. you’re finally giving it to him, this thing that he’s craved for so long, and that’s probably why he clings to you so tightly, his embrace always a little too tight, somewhere near suffocating.

but you’re not stupid. no, you noticed early on in your arrangement that personal belongings of yours started to vanish soon after the first few times you allowed alexis to spend the night at your place. you know the weight of his gaze on your shoulders all too well, for it’s there any time he’s not maintaining the rigorous routine of a professional football player, at times you know he shouldn’t be anywhere near you. you’ve poked at his phone while he was in the bathroom, and you’ve seen the thousands of photos of you stored in a locked folder on his phone, with your birthday as the passcode.

but you can’t help the flattery you feel from it, the thrill you get from knowing his obsession with you knows no bounds. you’re definitely messed up in your own right for being so into it, for not minding the twisted attention he gives you, but you think it’s fine. it’ll be alright, because you genuinely do love and care for him, and you’re not planning on getting rid of him anytime soon.

it’s bliss, and after five months, as you lay in his arms on yet another saturday morning, you sleepily ask him if he wants to make this thing between you two official. five months soon turn into nine, then into a year, and before he knows it, your three year anniversary is on the horizon. thankfully, it’s about two weeks after the season ends, so he’s guaranteed the time off. he’s planned a nice trip to italy for the two of you, and he thinks the ring box tucked away in his desk drawer will make a nice end to it.

he’s been on cloud nine with you the past few years, experiencing life in a way he never has before. if it wasn’t normal for him now, he would think it all too good to be true— sometimes, he still worries it is, but then he returns to your shared apartment and gets to melt in your waiting arms after practice, and he knows he’s being anxious over nothing. this perfect, precious thing he’s found is real and it’s his, and nothing could possibly ruin it.

…right?

[chillingandtoxic]

I LOVE UR MIXMASTER ❤️❤️❤️ have you any more constructicons ?

THANK YOU!? surprise anon attack uhmmm!!! im assuming ur talking about my bishoujos? so far i only really have mixmaster and scavenger >_< I would like to expand to the rest of the concons but i think i need to get a better grasp on their personalities before that.. im rlly attached to the cuteness of mixmaster and the girlfailure-ness of whatevers going on w/ scav these designs still need some actual love (where i sit down and finish them once and for all) but for now i just have some doodles. ive been waiting for an excuse to post these so here you go :3 (featuring my prowl bc i rlly wanted to draw some conprowl yuri)

apologies if you were looking for the robots i SWEAR i want to draw more of them i just have.. priorities

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Somewhere Beyond the Sea,

by DontOffendTheBees

A Payneland Ponyo AU, written for @c-rowland AKA sulfuric as part of the Dead Gay Detectives server secret Santa event!

MERRY CHRISTMAS, JAMIE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! 💛

He nearly dropped the bucket in shock. "You can talk?" The fish laughed, a merry little sound, and backflipped. Edwin looked rather fish-like himself, mouth flopping in startled awe. But he quickly gathered himself. "Hm. Well. You can smile. I suppose talking isn't such a stretch." He cleared his throat and held his index finger out to the water. "Hello. Edwin Payne, pleased to make your acquaintance." The fish bobbed in place, eyeing Edwin's finger in confusion. "What's that?" That was surprising, too — he'd half expected the fish to only have the capacity to repeat words, like a parrot. But he restrained himself from showing his surprise that time. It would have been rude. "You're supposed to shake it. It's how people greet each other." It patted his fingertip with a wet flipper. "'Ello!" In which Charles crawls out of the sea, straight into Edwin's arms.

Chapter 1 of (approx.) 5! Read it on Ao3! (Registered users only!)

[blushweddinggowns]

"You look stupid as all hell right now."

"You look stupid as all hell right now," Mike snorted as he watched Robin touch up Steve's eyeliner, "You know that right?"

"It's called romance, you ass," Steve hissed, flipping him off while dutifully keeping his head still, "Who invited you anyway?"

"Your better half."

Steve rolled his eyes but he didn't correct him. He was right anyway, "Isn't it a school night? Are you allowed to be out this late? What would your mom think, knowing you were wasting your precious brain power on Halloween parties-"

"I'm in college you fucking dick!"

That struck a nerve. Steve smirked, good. The little shit deserved it.

"And done!" Robin announced before either of them could throw anymore insults, "I think you look good, way sexier than Tim Curry, for sure. Mike come with me to go get Nancy for a second opinion. You obviously can't be trusted."

Mike huffed, mumbling something under his breath before both of them left the room. Steve was pretty damn sure Eddie had sent him in as a spy because despite all of his reassurances, he still didn't believe that Steve was going to follow through on this stupid costume. But here he was, adjusting his fish net stockings while examining himself in the mirror.

He looked...decent. Which was better than he had been expecting. The make-up wasn't as cartoonish as the movie, something that he hoped Eddie would appreciate. In all honesty, Steve was going to take no criticisms for how he put the whole thing together, Eddie was lucky it was happening at all. Not that he would but still. Though if Steve had to guess, Eddie was going to be a fan. He better fucking be a fan, considering how he'd been asking for this forever.

They'd been together five years. Five fantastic, wonderful years. And four Halloweens with Steve laughing in his face whenever he brought up the Rocky Horror Picture show as costume inspiration. But this year...Steve didn't know. Eddie had just looked...extra desperate this time, needy in a way that Steve just couldn't say no to.

So now here he was, moments away from going downstairs to entertain all of their new and old friends for hours on end, all while wearing a corset.

The things he did for love.

"Knock, knock," Eddie's voice called from the other side of the door, like he could just smell that Steve was alone, "You decent in there Stevie?"

"Not exactly?" Steve called back, still frowning in the mirror, "But you can come in. Just lock it behind you."

Steve didn't look up when Eddie waltzed in, but he did hear his little sharp intake of breath.

"Holy shit," Eddie mumbled, bordering on a whimper as he came up behind Steve. He wrapped his arms around his waist, locking eyes with him through the mirror, "You look..."

"Stupid as hell?" Steve answered for him, smiling a little at how flushed Eddie's face already was. Damn, maybe this thing wasn't that bad after all if it could make him look like that.

Eddie shook his head, swallowing once before breathing out, "I was going to say beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. Extremely attractive-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Steve laughed, turning around in his arms. He wrapped them around Eddie's neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss, "I'm glad you like it so much. In fact, I'll even let you take it off later tonight."

Steve thought that would have been a good deal, but it made Eddie frown, "Later? But we can-"

"We can what?" Steve interrupted, "Have sex with all of our adopted children downstairs waiting for us? I don't think so."

But Eddie wasn't done begging. He was even starting to bring out the wet, puppy dog eyes, the manipulative little shit, "B-But I can be quick. I can fix your make-up after. I can-"

"Nope," Steve laughed, pulling away from him with a little smirk, "You made your bed. Now lie in it."

Eddie nearly looked like he was gonna cry, the little drama queen, "I...I didn't think this through, did I?"

Steve grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek before going to the door. He looked back at him, his smile getting a little bigger at the desperate look on his face.

Maybe he did look like an idiot in the bizarre get-up, but Steve didn't care. Not when it had Eddie rushing to follow him out.

[vtrianglethoughtsvtrianglelll]

WEEKS AGO. DREAMSCAPE... [We enter on a scene from Fords mind, He and his Muse were playing a healthy game of interdimensional chess and discussing the progress of their portal as well as other fun conversation topics: Like drywall, and Fords most recent discoverys]

FORD: Woah, Bill where are you going? (fords smile quickly falls off his face)

BILL: LOOK SIXER IT'S BEEN FUN BUT IVE GOT SOME PRETTY IMPORTANT STUFF TO DO....

FORD: But we only just started?

BILL: ...RECENTLY IVE NOTICED YOU'VE BEEN SLACKING A BIT ON PORTAL DUTY.

I JUST DONT WANT TO BE A DISTRACTION TO YOU WHEN WERE SO... CLOSE

FORD: Of course I'm sure the portal will be functional very soon but... I FEEL....

You know you've always been beneficial to my work. I FEEL I work faster when- BILL: REALLY?

[Bill turns quickly to give Ford a 'genuine' 'smile']

WELL, DONCHA KNOW I LIKE TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU TOO SIXER FORD: Ah- you do? Oh, that's wonderful to hear Bill! (Ford continues to praise Bill and thinks about what wonderful things they'll be able to accomplish together.)

[As Ford continues bill looks back at him his own visage mirrored in the giant tapestry behind him]

BILL: Yeah...HaHA .... W O N D E R F U L ....

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LATER THAT DAY

[Bill reclines in his throne drinking an unknown but STRONG liquid from a twirly silly straw]

BILL: AnD TheNn hE SAiD ThATs WonDERfuLl!

PYRONICA: Sounds like you've got that guy totally wrapped around your little thinger!

BILL: YEAHH ThEH PoRtALz GONNA BE DONE LIKE SUPER SooN

[Bill takes a big swig from his drink]

GLUG GLUG GLUG

BILL: MORE DRINKS FOR EVERYONE!!

[The henchmaniacs all cheer and pump their fists in the air obnoxiously]

BILL: WE'RE GONNA KEEP THIS PARTY GOING FOR AN ETERNITY!!!

[Henchmaniacs continue cheering and start to chant Bills name like a popular Science show does in its intro]

[Bills eye turns into four dots that move in unison replacing each others position and moving in a regular almost hypnotizing pattern]

BILL: SOON ENOUGH THAT PORTAL WILL OPEN RIGHT UP aND aLL OUR WEIRDNESS WILL LEAK THruHGH!

[Bill turns and points at the portal area which is directly beneath his throne a circle inset within a Triangle much like the one in fords Lab except upside down.]

INFINITE REALITYS WILL BE MINE!!

[Bill dances obnoxiously on the Dancefloor spouting extra limbs to preform the sickest of moves]

[Bill and Pyronica sing a karaoke duet of "Apple" by Charli.xex from the hit album brat mostly because that song is stuck in my head, and I think it's funny]

[The whole gang once again coming together on the dance floor going wild]

<<< 2 weeks later >>>

[The party is now comparatively more sparse Bill still standing in the center looking a bit more disorented than usual, Keyhole continues to dance on top of Hecktorgon with no sign of stopping (he's crazy) theres a handful of cups that are scattered on the floor.]

BILL: GIRL, I THINK I DISCOVERED A NEW COLOR

PHYRONICA: WOW! << PRESENT DAY >>

[Seemingly recovering from the previous down the group is holding a Pie eating contest, the Pies are of corse given sentience before so that they can have some fun with it, they are the most pure beings in all the multiverse. Keyhole and 8-ball are already devoreing these pies, but bill just reclines in the air.]

BILL: I'M GIVING YOU CHUMPS A HEADSTART

HENCHMANIACS: eat eat eat EAT EAT EAT EAT! EAT!! EAT!!! EAT!!!!

BILL: TIME FOR MY {SPECIAL MOVE} [Bill starts to unzip his exoskeleton from his body so that he can eat a disturbing quantity of living pie creatures. The henchmaniacs encourage him, except for one voice which only utters a horrified and disoriented "huh".]

[As bill continues to reveal his horrifying pie devouring maw a scream picks up in the background getting louder and louder]

AHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD NO PLEASE AHHHHHHHHH!!!

BILL: GUYS COULD YOU ACTUALLY STOP SCREAMING.

HENCHMANIACS: Its not us boss!

AHHHHHHHH!

[panning over to the orign of the sound fiddleford screams in horrer at the monsters before him the rift behind him does not fill the whole circle indicating its instability. He covers his eyes but at the same time cannot help but look]

FIDDLEFORD: AHHHHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP!!!

[Bill and the Henchmaniacs look in shock at this development, Bill still has his exoskeleton removed flapping open for all to have nightmares about]

KRYPTOS: Ah snap, is that your human Bill?

[Bill quickly pops back into his smaller more human palatable form]

BILL: SHUT UP KRYPTOS!

[Bill floats over to Fiddlefords screaming broken form]

BILL: HAYYYYY THERE KID! YOUR NOT SUPPOST TO BE HERE. LONG TIME NO SEE HUH? YOU TWO SURE DID ACCOMPLISH A LOT WHILE I WAS GONE

FIDDLEFORD: I ain't seen you before in my -w- wait no NO I have, once, in fords private study . . .

[Fiddleford becomes angrey pointing an accusitory finger at the Triangle, everything hes been working on with ford seems to suddenly make so much sense to him]

you're THAT infernal demon that's been posesin' him! I knew you were a bad s-symbol you gave him the idea about the portal didn't you?

I have to tell ford!

BILL: *bill jut talks over him*

WOW! HOW SMART YOU ARE!

YOU GET A

G O L D S T A R

[Bill blasts Fiddleford with a starshaped lazer which deposits a cutsy star sticker on his forehead that says "GOOD JOB!" which immediately knocks him out.]

BILL: GREAT NOW THAT HES NOT SCREAMING ANYMORE-

[Bill hoists Fiddlefords limp body over his side like a certain DC character in a certain videogame]

ILL BE BACK SO DONT TRASH THE PLACE WHILE IM GONE. PYRONICAS IN CHARGE BECAUSE SHES MY FAVORITE. IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH THAT, YOU CAN BRING ME HER HEAD ON A STICK.

[phyronica chuckles looking smugly at the rest of the group]

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[anleva]

Another day another great suggestion for alternative outfits in AOC

[isacksteban]

Write that jealous Marcmarc smut plsss

here's like 1k words of jealous!marc i never posted to make up for how long its gonna take me to finish this oneshot

Marco knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how jealous Marc got whenever he got close to the other riders — the way Marco sat between Pecco and Frankie, letting them basically sandwich him while they all chatted in the garage. Marc felt like his head was going to explode whenever they got all weirdly close. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy and rage every time he saw Marco interact with anyone else.

Marc's entire body went hot with anger when he saw Frankie gently touch Marco's back. The only thing that kept him from completely losing it was Marco playfully pushing Frankie's hand away. Marc stood silently by the pit wall, impatiently waiting for Pecco and Frankie to leave. Despite his jealousy, he would never want to risk outing their relationship, so he forced himself to wait. He'd never been good at that.

It took over an hour; each passing second made Marc lose his grip on his patience. As soon as Pecco and Frankie left, he walked quickly toward Marco. He grabbed him by the collar of his suit, making Marco gasp.

“What the hell were you doing with them?” Marc spat angrily, forcing Marco to face him. Marco looked smug, proud of himself, like he’d done it on purpose. He probably had.

Marco didn’t answer; he just smiled. He definitely knew what he was doing. Marco trailed his hands up Marc’s chest, grabbing at the leather suit covering it.

“Answer me!” Marc demanded, pulling Marco closer.

Marco rolled his eyes and sighed. “I saw you,” Marco started, his tone teasing. “I saw you watching, you were already jealous, and I think it’s cute.” The way he said it made Marc want to scream. His grip on Marco’s collar tightened, but Marco just kept smiling like he was the happiest guy in the world.

Marco knew what he was doing, and so did Marc.

Marc shoved Marco down onto the concrete below, climbing on top of him and pinning his wrists to the ground. Marco’s face went hot; finally, he was getting what he wanted.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” Marc growled, grabbing Marco’s face roughly with one hand.

Marco nodded, still grinning smugly. It pissed Marc off to no end — he was going to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

Marc’s hands moved down to Marco’s racing suit, yanking it open. He wasn’t going to waste time being polite about it; Marco didn’t deserve that right now. Marco shivered as the cool air hit his skin, his heartbeat speeding up with adrenaline. He didn’t know why, but he loved it when Marc got aggressive — and he knew exactly how to make him act like this.

Marc trailed his fingers down Marco's chest and stomach, pulling his suit and boxers down. He didn’t waste any time.

“Pathetic,” Marc spat, grabbing Marco’s thigh roughly. He leaned closer, “Open your mouth.” Marco was quick to obey.

Marc spat in Marco’s mouth, his tone rough. “Swallow.” Marco complied without hesitation.

Marc slapped him, rough enough to make Marco whimper. He wanted more of that sound. The slap was followed by another, each one making Marco’s face redder, tears beginning to spill down his cheeks, but Marco took it all.

“Fuck, please— just fuck me,” Marco begged, his voice a wreck as he cried, gripping at Marc’s shoulders.

Marc smirked. “You better be able to take it with just spit.” He spat on his hand, spreading it over his length and Marco’s entrance. Marco’s mind buzzed with excitement. He didn’t care if it hurt — he wanted it.

Marc didn’t hold back, thrusting into Marco hard, making him scream. Marco clawed at his shoulders, legs tensing as his body tried to adjust. The pain was overwhelming, but it only fueled the fire in Marco’s chest.

Marc hesitated for a moment but knew Marco would stop him if it got to be too much.

“Hit me,” Marco whimpered, his grip loosening as he got used to the pain. Marc slapped him again, harder this time. It was intoxicating to see Marco whimper, to watch him tense up as his cheek reddened.

Marc’s pace became brutal, each thrust hitting Marco’s prostate and driving him further into a haze of pleasure and pain. Marco’s legs went weak, falling limp against the cold ground as he became a mess of tears and moans.

“I’m gonna cum in you. You’re mine, understand?” Marc groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as his grip on Marco’s wrists weakened.

“Please, do it,” Marco’s voice broke, his body trembling.

After a few more rough thrusts, Marc buried himself deep and came, filling Marco up. Marco let out a loud cry as he reached his own climax, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air as Marc collapsed onto Marco, holding him tightly. “You’re mine,” Marc whispered, his voice softening. “I don’t want to see you that close to them again, ey?”

Marco smiled weakly. “I won’t, I promise,” he said, still catching his breath. “I just wanted to see you jealous… I knew what it would lead to.”

Marc huffed. “You could’ve just asked.”

Marco chuckled softly, rolling his eyes. “Maybe next time.”

After a moment, Marco began gently pushing Marc off of him. “You’re crushing me, idiot. Move.”

He glanced up to see Marc had already fallen asleep on top of him. With a sigh, Marco accepted his fate, trapped under his exhausted lover.

[itsnobodysproblem]

Every single time I want a fic to reference a traumatic event John and Sherlock lived through together it's The Dancing Men and every single time I want to forshadow future pain it's The Final Problem.

Like I knew I forshadow Fina as often as I can but tell me why do 4 out of my 6 sh&co fics reference the dancing men. (And one of those 4 is actually immediately after so it's not just a reference). Honestly at this point I can't wait for their worst experience together to be Moriarty. Give that damn episode a break

[xoheartsaurore]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

Aww thank you SO much @burkygirl, @clearlyundefeyened, and @harrvxinmyvejns!! 🥰💛 I loved reading your answers! Woww, clearly I’m mutuals with some all-round wonderful people. And to have received this ask from them!? How cool is that <3

Five things I like about myself:

I like that I’m a big sister, and that my sis and I are really close. We have a million inside jokes and we tell each other everything. Real cheesy but if multiple universes exist I’d like to be her sister in every single one of them.

I’m getting better at anticipating my needs/ limits! I fill up bottles of water and leave them everywhere, I ask my friends if we can reschedule, I set up reminders on my phone, I take my meds every morning - little things.

I make my parents a card every birthday + Mother’s/ Father’s Day. It’s something I did as a child and I like that I’m still doing it at 27. I really go all out too hahaha I’ve got construction paper, markers, and everything!

I enjoy my own company. For context, everyone around me is entering a relationship, getting married... reaching these life milestones. I don’t know if any of that is in my future but for now, I’m good. And I think I’m gonna be okay.

I tell the people around me how much I love them. My grandpa passed earlier this month and I’m glad I got to tell him many, many times that I loved him while he was here. Our phone calls always ended with a loud *MWAH* from my end and a hearty chuckle from his. I’ll never forget that :')

[sinful-karateka]

I’ve been warming up to drawing his face now that I’m Serious with my art again. I’ve been frustrated then and I’m still frustrated now.

💅 Cuntmetri 💅

[deluxewhump]

Re: the anon ask about Carlo acting out to Maxim - I'm thinking of Carlo being triggered by Something related to his previous poor treatment, and he starts acting out as if (subconsciously) trying to get Maxim to react with violence. But Maxim is able to see something is Off and just calmly puts his ass in time out or something instead and makes a note to talk about it with him later once he's cooled off. Sorry I just love these two slkdfjsdfwei

I love it so muuuuuuuch. I love the idea of him being firmly and calmly told “enough” by Maxim.

[xgoldenlatiasx]

-from your friends and your family

like they’re the next calamity

cut them out like profanity

censored into insanity

running from your commitments

you’re running up on the price

you better run little hero,

cause you’re running out of time

[wrathchvld]

I needd to watch more wwf after this wcw binge