#atile

[neg4tivew4ves]

I was tempted to draw Neo Metal instead but i ended up using my au !

[a-neru-neru]

Wip of squad damocles bonding time. Just scars/ports left to add

[belphegored]

If you're still doing the kink ask meme, how about Blade, Kafka and Boothill and biting? Thank yuo 💓

°•♡minors dni • suggestive; biting;

Kafka is the one being into biting the most. It's hard to picture her being other than teasing towards her lover, and maybe the bites are not always sexual in nature...but no they are.

A tender nibble on your fingertip as she holds your hand in private, a tug to your earlobe after she's licked her way up your neck, complimenting your earrings, or a bunch of little nips through the length of your legs, your thighs, leaving behind a rosary of small bruises and sensitivity.

Her bites sting just enough to have you holding onto her, finding purchase on her shoulders as she nuzzles you, whether the back of your knee before it goes over her shoulder, or your breasts or the crook of your neck.

They are not painful or hard, more tantalizing than anything else. She means well :-)

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Boothill is second, he actively enjoys biting you with those sharp teeth, it's as if he was made for it, and if you like it then all the better.

He tries to be delicate though, careful to not break skin, and mostly always manages. It's the times where he's just excited that he might slip and leave a mark too big or draw blood.

Also he wishes you could bite him without busting a tooth or something too :-(.

Tender little nibbles along the sharp edge of his jaw are enough to stir his need all over. While kissing his neck and ears, he'll shamelessly ask you to bite, lovingly. Anything harder than that has him breaking down in a string of slurred sentences, bucking up against you if you're straddling him, it's like you're begging for it when he's just trying to be good.

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Most often Blade might do it on impulse without even realizing; he gets too into it and before he or you know, his teeth are closing down a mouthful of the supple flesh of your thigh before he kisses his way in, or spread along the length of your throat as he kisses you, maybe even on your shoulder the moment he sinks the the hilt in you, though each of his bites is followed by an onslaught of soothing open mouthed kisses and wet laps at your skin, like trying to make the hurt better, because he knows he bites hard.

That said, he'd rather be the one bitten, by far. He likes your attention anywhere and is not particularly sensitive but so painfully easy to arouse like this that even just the tiniest affectionate nibbles to his inner wrist would get him hard so fast he gets dizzy.

His throat, his abdomen or hipbones, his soft chest, are where he's the weakest and he'd encourage you to bite as hard as you can, you can't hurt him.

[vicstenius]

thanks for the socks, we’ll take the trophy ❤️

[batterwitch]

Apollo Justice

[hosenschlitz]

Little throwback to when i watched the deadpool wolverine movie

It still makes me feel things

[kissingdeadgirls]

In the dream they were sitting on the beach. He had made a fire from damp driftwood. The smoke made a black mark where it touched the tarpaulin, at the top, where it was stretched over their heads. The ash was still falling. It made them sick, but only ever for a little while. Anything that hurt them only ever hurt them for a little while. In the dream, she was sat next to a bundle of meat he'd cut, thighs mostly, for when they felt hungry, which happened rarely and always simultaneously. When it did happen they would be side by side, eating until their stomachs were sore. They would drink from the sea like dogs.

is this the first act of cannibalism?

[startistdoodles]

Stop. Just stop.

You're pissing off the entire Kirby community.

Sending me a message saying that you're leaving Tumblr forever and then sending me this 10 hours later is not convincing. I'm not stupid.

Grow up. Get out.

Anyways, just a PSA to my followers that are also Kirby bloggers that this guy may try to get into your good graces by sending you DMs with a sob story saying they're leaving Tumblr or hope that everybody forgot what they did to my pal Ferah and try to get art from other people.

This is not a good person. Block them on sight.

[vcaart]

gifts you the ultimate collector uchitase tanobu

(don't worry he probably won't steal borrow your organs and bodyparts)

(old art of him below! and I found the first time I drew him!):

[marimeeko]

"Kacchan, youre crying! That's not like you! You must be exhausted right now, that's all!"

No izuku

IZUKU HONEY.

This is VERY. LIKE KACCHAN.

[sarai-the-furry]

It fucks me up knowing that rescue bots is going to be 20 years old in 7 years

WHAT DO YOU MEAN RESCUE BOTS IS GOING TO BE THAT OLD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONNA HAVE EXISTED FOR 2 DECADES IN 7 YEARS

I'm gonna be damn near 30

I feel so old oh my god

[saym0-0]

felt Bad so my friend sent me smallishbeans gifs til i was normal

[bluecookiesabi]

DESPERATELY trying to figure out what Murderbot is saying in Swedish during the "speaking gibberish" scene in the latest episode

[lady-arryn]

THE BORGIAS costume appreciation: 59/∞ (costume design by Gabriella Pescucci)

[artianaiolanthe]

Okay but Romitri from the angle that they're both prodigious Guardians being taken advantage of by their society.

Knock just a few years off of Dimitri. Maybe he graduated early, maybe he jet packed up the ranks. Make him Adrian's age or two years older, max.

He never really got the chance to be a normal teenager, even as little as Rose did.

Rose got to go to parties, she got taken in by Lissa's family during school breaks. Until they ran away she probably has as close to a charmed life as any of the dhampyrs left behind at the Academies.

Dimitri had to deal with his father abusing his mother and protecting all his sisters from being taken advantage of the same way, and then he moved out straight into the line of fire.

Dimitri can still bring a sense of duty and responsibility to Rose's perspective, and she can bring him a bit of the fun and the ease he never got to have as a student.

I just think it could work!

And then they could burn down the system that did this to them--

[melonminnie]

I was looking for fanfics of Atil x reader 😭 I just read yours it was really good

Can I please request another 😭 like reader is Atil’s childhood friend and they meet after a long time in a ball. But she dances with Fjord in the ball instead of him so he gets pissed and corners her in the garden (you know those manhwa scenes)

BTW if you can, please write Your name instead of Y/N 😭

Can you make them at least 15-17 (not too young or old)

IN the gardens ☆: .˚ Atil x fem! reader

AUTHOR NOTE: Also, I tried complying with the request 100 precent so bear with me I haven't written in so so so long so mind the grammar because English is not my first language, I came back from the writing grave bc i lob writing abt atil

"THIS is your new playmate, Atil!" cheered his nanny, pushing the small girl a step towards the prince. It was very clear to the then eight-year-old prince that you two wouldn't get along.

If you left, Atil thought he wouldn't miss you. For the brunette, you were the most boring person to ever exist. Hell, the boy marked his calendar to the day you would leave, with a big red circle around the day and the words 'She'll finally leave'.

While Atil had completely forgotten that the calendar exists, the cruel words of the eight-year-old were right there for her to see. You weren't meant to see it; he should've hidden it, should've tucked it under his pillow.

Eight-year-old, your name saw them, and of course, you were hurt. Of course, you cried and got mad at him. But luckily, you two made up; he removed the markings on the calendar.

Eventually, you left. He begged you not to, but you did, and for 9 years, you remained in the back of the prince's mind.

9 years later,

Atil thought you looked familiar, familiar in a way he's known you before, seen you in drawings, had you memorized in his brain, and it clicked. Fuck, was he happy when he remembered.

All the memories, all the words, the questions he wanted to ask you. But for some reason, he couldn't.

It wasn't until the next day that Atill found out why he couldn't talk to you. You were simply too beautiful for him to talk to anymore. Too stunning, an angel maybe.

The ball that Atill had held, one of the first balls for him to even hold as the current emperor of the empire, was a week-long, so he wasn't worried about time.

But what worried him was if he would ever get the courage to talk to you ever. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, you'd remember him.

So, the next day came, morning came and went, the sky growing dark, unseeable stars twinkling. The castle was abuzz, and so was the capital, nobles arriving at the palace in their pearly carriages, and those who worked there passing along the long halls, food and wine in trays.

Atil stood there, for once, maybe in his life, he felt absolutely dumbfounded. He really didn't know what to do.

"Hi, Atill, remember me?" With the voice came a tap on his shoulder. While the voice grew softer, Atill knew who it was, his childhood friend, one of his only friends.

"Your name."

"Your name?" he asks, turning to face you. You nod to his question. And he smiles, "how long has it been? Nine years?" he asks.

"I think so, time moves fast. You're now the emperor, hm?" she responds, grabbing dessert from one of the servants that passed by them.

"Soon to be. Will you be there for the ceremony?" he asks once more. This time, you don't answer as everyone moves toward the ballroom. Atill follows suit.

For the first ten minutes, there was no dancing, no nothing, till one person asks the other and soon everyone follows, asking the person they've been eyeing or with the higher status.

Atill rejecting every one of them for one reason. He wanted to dance with you and only you. For the first time since he saw you at the ball since day one, Atill wanted to ask you, and he wanted to be the only man to ever dance with you that night.

Unfortunately, to his dismay, a particular white-haired boy, one that he despised with his entire being, Fjord Bharrat, had asked you to dance. Why? he didn't know. He didn't even know that Fjord even knew you, considering he had never met you.

But you were stunning, and almost every person there had been looking at you. Or maybe it was because Fjord saw Atill eyeing you and wanted to annoy him.

Annoyed and not particularly wanting to dance with anyone but you, Atill heads to the garden. He had half a mind to head to the maze garden, but he knew neither his friend Pie nor his butler would appreciate his disappearance.

So, he stood there, like a pretty decoration, if you will, bored out of his mind, his eyes following your movements. Atill was mad, yes, not at you, at the future duke who was dancing with you.

After a few more songs, Atill took his eyes off of you for one second to get a drink, and when he returned, you were no longer there. He searched everywhere, but you disappeared. And he knew one place he could look for you.

Making his way outside, the grass was damp from rain or from drunk guests spilling their drinks; he didn't know.

He saw you almost instantly. He's always seen you, really. Atill liked to believe that the first time he noticed you was the beginning of him always noticing you.

To him, you stuck out like a sore thumb. You were always there in the background, but really the main part of the event for him always would have been you. How could it be anyone else?

"Your name? What are you doing here?" the brunette called out, inching closer towards you every second till he stood next to you.

"Oh, you know, I'm just sitting here enjoying the atmosphere," She responded. She wasn't really lying. It was stuffy inside, the air choking her, taking its sweet time till she couldn't bear it anymore. Or maybe it was the white-haired male dancing with her. He really looked like he didn't want to be dancing with her.

Which made her wonder why he even bothered asking her to dance in the beginning.

"Why did you dance with him?" Atill asked, kneeling till he reached your height as you were sitting on the bench, his full attention on you.

"'Cause he asked me to? Don't tell me you're angry I danced with him," Your name scoffed. If he wanted, she thought he could have asked her to dance himself instead of getting upset about her dancing with others.

"Maybe," he whispered, causing the girl to somehow frown even more than she was frowning internally. "Well, your majesty, you have no right to be angry because someone danced with me had you wanted you could have asked me to dance not just sit there like a decoration."

"You're right, but I couldn't ask you when the Bharat brat had gotten to you first," he replied, now frowning as much as you were.

"So, cornering me in the garden was your only approach?" she spoke after an eternity.

Atill shifted, his forehead pressing against yours. "You're going to ruin my hair, Atill. Go away before I kick you."

"I'm sorry, your name. I really desperately wanted to dance with you. I wasn't fast enough, but I very badly wanted to," he whispered, meeting your eyes.

"Will you dance with me tomorrow then, your Majesty?" Your name asked.

"Of course, I will," Atill answered.