#bobbie answers

[mightbebobbie]

Mayhaps some Zosan featuring little chopper, maybe they’re fighting but then chopper gets sad so now they’re all just hanging out to appease the little babey!!!

this is how i imagine they ended up like this:

[kizzys]

Enola Holmes 2 (2022) dir. Harry Bradbeer

[dawntainbobbynash]

Anon asked: My favorite Bobby & May scenes

[realizinau]

Hi, it’s me, the creator of the oc Unlucky with some questionable questions

1. How does your au’s cat nap go from a fine young man to a not so fine skinny queen? (Aka, the monster version we see in game)

2. Bailey the bee is awesome, but do you have a voice claim in mind for them?

3. Can we see Bailey with makeup on? We got to see all the og smiling critters, now it’s Bailey’s turn muahaha

I am delighted to report realizin' Catnap does not succumb to Big Bitch Disease! Love to see it really👏

Yes I do! I actually had a voice claim in mind for him even before I posted about him. It's so old he has normal sized eyebrows!

3. Sure!

[chronicowboy]

manifesting a s7 bi buck confirmation where the 118 are on a call and the victim/their friend/Random Civilian is getting annoyed makes a comment aimed at buck & eddie about "straight white men" and they both look offended then eddie says "do I look white???" and buck's like "do I look straight???"

how the others react (if at all) is tbc at this stage

i'm a sucker for inappropriate whisper arguments in the Absolute Worst of Situations so now all i'm seeing is eddie whipping around to buck when he says it with the widest doe eyes any human being has ever achieved and oblivious little buck waving the vic/friend/civilian off like "it's fine, could happen to anyone, you know" and then eddie's like "uh, yeah, it did, you're not straight?" and then it's like for the GA oh no are they going to do a kind of internalised homophobia arc for eddie where he re-examines his entire friendship with buck after finding out he likes men and yes he is going to re-examine his entire friendship with buck after finding out he likes men but it'll be the opposite of internalised homophobia (externalised homoeroticism)

[acecroft]

SUPERNATURAL 5.21

[wolffdeservedbetter]

I’m sorry for spam liking but MY GOD your art <33333 it’s delicious and I definitely want to see more of the Tintin in America idea!!

(tintin-with-a-gun’s main)

Please don't apologize! I love seeing someone find my stuff and like it enough to go thorough several pieces! I don't have much Mob AU art done atm, but here's my own reference pic for being so nice <3

In the Tintin in America comic he goes to America with the intention of writing a report (and fighting organized crime in Chicago), the police are useless and he has to do everything on his own.

In this AU Bobby Smiles manages to convince him to cooperate just once to take down the biggest threat (Al Capone) for the "greater good" since rival mobs are the only ones even remotely interested in getting him arrested. It works, but doesn't actually make the situation any better because Smiles just uses the ensuing power vacuum to take over instead.

Tintin realizes he got manipulated and decides to just leave America. Smiles points out that if his "pacifist solution" leaves the country he'll go back to having rivals gunned down instead of arrested. Tintin panics, realizing he can't in good conscience leave the monster he helped empower unchecked, so he stays, outing rival mobsters because it's that or let them go back to warring in the streets.

Three years later, the great depression has just begun but not gotten truly bad yet. It's obvious change is looming though, and the organized crime that's been relying on prohibition is about to go under.

By coincidence, Haddock's ship takes him to America where he goes to the only place he can get a drink (a speakeasy) and runs across a certain someone who's way too young to throw his life away with the mob.

[sirensea14]

Hmmm... Kickin can't get smooches because of da wall eh?

*throws Anon doll through the forth wall*

just so the big boys and gals have a way to be given affection without this pesky wall getting in the wall

Now thats a problem... He aint sharin that doll to anyone

[exhuastedpigeon]

Eddie’s going to be the last one of the team Buck comes out to and he’s going to be supportive because of course he is. He loves Buck, he just wants Buck to be happy and fuck Buck looks so happy - so free - now that he's figured out this part of himself.

But it’s also going to hurt like a bitch feeling like Buck trusts him least. Even though it isn’t that at all. It’s that Buck is terrified because what Eddie thinks of him matters so much, because he doesn't want Eddie to think he's been lying to him about such a huge part of himself.

[bisexualbvck]

Frank seeing the whole cruise disaster on the news fully aware that he told Athena that she would be fine and knowing he is gonna get such an earful when he sees her next time 😅

[icdrawings]

for DogDay:

1_ hi DogDay, good to see you survived, are you with Poppy's angel?

2_ I heard that you're having nightmares about CatNap's death, don't worry, I know he's not really dead, I can prove to you that he's alive if you want.

3_ how have things been for you lately?

[mightbebobbie]

........

Yknow what if Sanji lost a leg in the future.

And what if he's married to Zoro-

bangs my fist on the table they’re so !!!

[dawntainbobbynash]

I'm not gonna tell you how you feel about Marisol, Eddie. Only you know that.

[realizinau]

Dunno if anyone asked this, but have you ever thought about the critters' voice claims? Any idea of what they'd sound like if you have? I love seeing people's own takes on these things 😅

I swear askers we share a braincell, I was thinking of what their voiceclaims could be for like the past WEEK and you have enabled me to actually put effort into finding some so here they are :)

Not sure ALL of them are perfect but they are close enough. The absolute rabbithole I went down for this I tell ya

[asklovehandel]

happy anniversary!

[roosterbruiser]

*cough* pegging mafia bobby though, that's gonna be interesting

"yeah, just like that," Bob grunts through grit teeth, fingers sunk into the plush mattress below him. he bites his lips hard, eyes screwed shut as you can't your hips forward at a bruising pace. "fuck, doll, givin' it to me so fuckin' good. oh, baby."

"still tryin' to boss me around?" you pant, a tired but exhilarated smile tugging on your painted lips. "what makes you think you can make me do jack-shit right now? huh, baby?"

he groans at your words--Christ, you know just what to say to him. his neglected cock is dripping pearlescent drops of pre-cum onto the expensive sheets, the tip red and swollen.

his knees are aching from being in this position for the last half hour--not that he's complaining at all. sure, his knees are aching, but everything else feels fucking perfect. your delicate hands gripping the bend of his hips, fresh manicure puncturing the skin there. the strap on, a smaller and sleek thing that's only been used a handful of times, is hitting a spot inside of him that's making his thighs quiver. the rapture he's in right now is totally overwhelming all of his sense--so much so that he can hardly do anything at all except sit there and take it.

"fuck," Bob groans, shaking his head. you're still thrusting into him at that dizzying pace, the one that legitimately has stars dotting his vision. "fuck, doll."

he knows he's in no position to spout off anymore--you're already pissed at him for missing dinner, for leaving you hanging. in fact, you're still in your heels right now--unwilling to take them off. that dress he wanted to tear off of you is now on the floor, but it wasn't ripped off by him. no, no--you made him sit on the end of the bed on his hands as you slowly undid every single button, keeping your pouty eyes on his, before you told him that you were going to be fucking him nice and good tonight.

this is the first time that Bob has really given you total and complete control. sure, here and there you've gently grazed the sensitive area when blowing him or teased it with a playful tongue--but this, you fucking him, it's new.

and you fucking love it. the strap is delivering fantastic friction to your sopping cunt--not nearly enough for any real gratification, but enough that it knocks the breath out of your lungs a little bit each time.

"fuck, I--I, oh God, please, I just--I fuckin'..." Bob can't even form coherent sentences anymore. but he knows what he needs: release. and you haven't given it to him--in fact, you've withheld it from him. bringing him to the edge and then pulling him back over and over again. "doll, I--!"

"tell me what you need," you tell Bob, digging your thumbs into the tan flesh of his hips. god, he feels good beneath your hands. a shivering, sorry thing that pushes back against you to meet your every thrust. "g'on, baby. say it."

Bob immediately breaks.

"need you to touch my cock," Bob cries, head falling onto the sheets in exhaustion. "please, doll, I need it in a bad, bad way."

"yeah?" you mutter, hand drifting from his hip to the soft skin near his cock--dotted with groomed but coiled hair, ultra-sensitive. "need me here real bad?"

you let your fingers dance there, grazing all that skin that's been neglected. you're so close to his cock that tears of relief begin to stream down Bob's pink cheeks. he knows that as soon as you wrap that pretty little hand around his throbbing cock, he's gonna cum. and it's certainly fixing to be the best orgasm of his life.

"oh, you're a fuckin' angel," he says, uttering it like it's a most sacred prayer. he wants release so bad--so bad that he would literally denounce God and start worshipping you right this moment if you just let him cum. he'll worry about Hell tomorrow. "god, fucking--I love you so much, baby, please touch my cock. wanna cum for you. please, doll, please."

he's so desperate that it almost hurts when you pull away. not just your hand--everything, entirely, simultaneously. Bob, who was standing on the edge of the best orgasm of his life, is suddenly empty and reeling from the loss of contact.

"are you fuckin'--!"

reaching forward, body taut and hot, you hold onto the back of his neck and press a few kisses there, reaching around with your free hand to languidly stroke his cock a few times. he's suddenly back on the edge, dizzy from overstimulation and under-stimulation, gasping when you suddenly nudge him over and make him cum; all while holding his throat and kissing his ruddy cheeks.

he cries out your name as he cums, entire body quivering and tensing, fingers cracking as he tightens his grip on the sheets. and you work him through it like the good little doll you are, nibbling his earlobe, tonguing a few of his stray tears.

"next time you think about doing your dirty work and standing me up, I want you to think about this moment," you mutter into his skin. "'cause only I can make you cum like this, baby, huh? and I can take it away just as easily."