#cavity au

[hheisa]

Let's Break Up Comic 💔

[hollowbery]

Come with mummy~

The continuation is in here

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[yayan-dmenace]

Mother knows best~

first part in here

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i'm just sliiightly obsessed with her design<333

CAVI belongs to @hheisa

[fateswind0wseat]

Did some things!!!

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[capahiyosi]

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[puppetmaster13u]

More art for @phoenixcatch7 Possessed Doll Au Someone gets to meet Black Bat for the first time- though lets be honest Cass probably spooked someone and then went running to Batdad when they started trying to figure out how she got onto the Watchtower and if she's allowed

[motzerogirl]

OK ! J'ai décidée de faire un Fanart de Cavi de @hheisa parcequ'elle est juste trop choupette !

* OK ! I decided to make a Fanart of Cavi from @hheisa because she is just too cute!

Je peux mourir.

* I can die.

[starzeah123]

She's so cute raaaaaaaah!!!!

Cavities Sans belongs to @hheisa

[ilsole]

wow i lvoe cnayd;and help i cant type

[sky-kiss]

If you’re still taking requests, I wouldn’t say no to another Drabble from the Professor!Raphael series, fluffy or smutty, I’m not picky 😏 I always love anything you write xx

A/N: Awww, thank you! You’re so sweet! Have something silly. Hopefully cute.

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College/Coffeehouse Au: Raphael/Tav Office Hours

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A traditional and respectable greeting to a coworker might be “Good morning!” or “Nice to see you!” Haarlep presumably weighs these rote colloquialisms and blazes right past them, settling instead on a flat: 

“I’d remind you, professor: your office isn’t soundproof.” 

Raphael stops, eyes narrowing. It doesn’t cow Haarlep; he’s unsure anything could. They meet his stare, one corner of their mouth ticking up in lazy pleasure. His assistant links their hands behind their head, brow arched. 

“Is there something you’d like to discuss, Haarlep?” Raphael recognizes his tone is a touch too sharp, too arch, and it will only encourage the little shit. Haarlep shrugs. 

“Not at all. Consider it a word between friends! A public service announcement.” They stand, stretching, tail flicking out behind them. “I never intended to dissuade you from your tawdry lunchtime rendezvous with your barista. But if you intend to play around others, let her be loud for us at least?” 

“Insufferable…”

Haarlep laughs, patting him on the cheek before vacating his office. 

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The warning lingers. It’s a litany, chanted whenever Tav drops by with her winning smile and a cup of coffee. She’ll lean over his desk to kiss him and…

Thrice-damned Haarlep. He clutches her, mumbling an apology against her lips. 

“It wouldn’t be professional.”

Tav snickers, nosing the underside of his jaw. Her right-hand curls under his chin, tipping his head up to make way for the questing press of her lips. There’s a scrape of teeth across his throat, a gentle warning to stop protesting or she’ll change her mind. Raphael knows he doesn’t want that. If she stops touching him, he might go mad. She’s a comfortable weight, spread across his lap, hands tangled in his hair. 

Unprofessional, unprofessional, un…

“I already locked the door,” she mumbles, tongue flicking to taste him. Raphael shivers, hands clutching at her hips, grinding her down on him. 

“I was informed my office isn’t soundproof…” 

Tav snorts. He can’t see her face from this angle, but he’s under the impression she rolls her eyes. “Could be a fun game, hmm? How quiet can you be, professor…” She catches the shell of his ear between her teeth, voice low, an airy whisper just for him. “My loud, loud, loud love”

Raphael chuckles, pleased by the way she shivers. The sound chases down her spine, pools low in her belly, and makes her cling to him. It makes her eager, gives him power…so many delicious little eccentricities. 

Her hand slips between them, teasing his fly down. Tav whispers such pretty filth against his lips, guiding him into her. She swallows his loud grunt. Raphael feels her shake with laughter. She presses her right hand over his mouth. 

In a fit of pique, he licks between her fingers. He has the pleasure of feeling her clench around him, her eyes darkening in challenge. 

Haarlep’s warning still flits through his head, restructured as a challenge and game. 

The little shit will be delighted. 

[hheisa]

New design of Sans I made while I was half asleep!!!

Cavities!Sans or just" Cavi"

We could say this is like an alternative version of Mint sans, not really an "Error" version but yeah.

I don't think I'm going to elaborate a whole story for this character, I just like the design!!

[bunny-extract]

Okay the jock au has me thinking!! There’s a rule you find out about after getting snuck in between practice.

Cw: implied free use, dubcon!!

Kiss drunk and teased, you were antsy, sloppy, begging to be touched properly.

The locker room still smelled like man, musk, sweat, a reminder that you were in a place you had no business being. Especially not with your shirt pulled to your chin, pants undone and spread taught over the lap of your most recent paramour. Of whom seemed to be content drawing this out longer than it needed to be.

You said it had to be quick, stop teasing me and—

There is a rumble that catches you attention, the sound of muffled chatter reaching your ear. There isn’t a moment to jump up and hide yourself from view before the door to the locker room smacks open. The first men in spot you immediately perched in the lap of one of their teammates.

“Ohh, Bonnie.”

“Fuckin’ hell, look at that.”

The blood that had been burning across your cheeks and between your thighs tries to disappear all together, a spear of ice taking its place.

They all watch you as they crowd in, peeling off sweat-soaked jerseys and dropping their pants like you’re the mirror instead of an intruder.

Like you’re the meal following their workout.

You tear your eyes away when the first jock strap shimmies down and smacks to the floor, finding no solace in your partner. The smugness in his smile is a smack to the face, your blood finally returning to burn hot in your cheeks.

Their craning heads nearly block the fluorescent lights, four pillars of meat crowded around you, dripping in sweat and endorphins and testosterone.

Their Captain’s eye doesn’t waver from you, even as he addresses your seat with a slap to the shoulder. “Mate, you know the rule.”

There’s not even an apology to you before those still-slick hands squeeze greedily at your ass to slide you onto the bench. As if it couldn’t get bad enough, the men part to let him through, leaving you under their scrutiny. Alone.

What rule, you gather yourself enough to ask, protectively clenching your thighs.

There’s a chill against your skin when the Captain rocks onto the balls of his feet. Like a wave, the team seems to stir. They’d been hoping you’d ask.

“Rule is a bit formal. The only place we abide those are the field.”

There’s a snort echoed among them men. The obvious isn’t lost on you: the 141 were known for being rogues.

“We’re quite keen on sharing, bonnie. Team bonding, and all that shite.”

Sharing?

Disembodies fingers brush down the back of your neck, igniting those sensitive pressure points at a fraction of their power. “Clicked now, has it?”

Shining wide eyes meet the dark hollows of the tallest in the group. That typically taciturn gaze is bright, excited. Thirsty. Jesus, like you’d only seen after he’d bodied through someone.

“He brought you here for us to have, pet.”

[inklessletter]

All I can say is it was enchanting (to meet you)

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Eddie was exhausted from spending years touring, stage after stage, studio after studio. He wasn’t planning on abandoning his career just yet, but after eight years on the road, he needed to rest for a while. So, a couple of months ago, he moved into that tiny, residential neighborhood, with white picket fence houses, wide green lawns, families, and golden retrievers. That’s why he bought this three storey house that needed some hours and dollars to fix it up, and a backyard that used to be a beautiful garden at some point.

He wanted to fix it himself. He wanted to plant flowers, paint the walls, and turn off the goddamn phone for weeks.

Eddie was thinking about maybe getting a dog or something. Or a turtle.

Or his neighbor from the house across the street.

Eddie would be a dirty liar if he said that the first time he saw him playing with his twins in his front yard, he didn’t forget about his own name for a moment.

Two four year old girls, one of them with hair and soul made of fire, and the other one quieter, with a big, gentle smile and a head full of auburn curls. 

Two lovely tiny munchkins having a tea party with his father, sitting at the cutest teeny-tiniest Frozen themed plastic set of table and chairs Eddie had ever seen. The dad was pouring imaginary tea into their plastic cups, the curly haired one graciously gesturing with her hands while she sing-sang how much fun she was having and how delicious the tea was. 

He saw the red-haired girl pulling an annoyed face, rolling her eyes, and telling them she wanted to go skating already, that this was dumb (and Eddie loved her instantly), also gesturing. 

It was only when the dad gestured back to the red haired girl, and she huffed when Eddie realized that they were talking in sign language.

When the dad spotted Eddie, standing in his front yard, fully staring, Eddie’s face became so red so fast, that even from many feet away, he was sure that the whole family could notice. 

The dad smiled and waved. 

The kids turned to look at him. The curly haired one stood and made a deep bow, that Eddie returned.

The red haired one flipped him the bird, with a wicked smile.

Eddie faked being hurt by that and threw himself back in his garden, behind a bush.

Even from there he could hear the honest, high pitched, uncontrollable laughter of the kid.

They didn’t really interact much directly after that.

They spotted each other and waved every time, sharing smiles. Eddie didn’t want to get his hopes high because there was an ash blonde girl that was constantly coming in and out of the house, but he soon relaxed when he heard the kids (El and Max, short from Elena and Maxine, he got to learn eventually) referring to her as aunt Robin.

Robin also saluted him every time they crossed paths, and then turned quickly to the neighbor (Steve was the name) to gesture something. Always the same signs. Steve always granted her with an eyeroll and a blush.

And Eddie always hid a smile.

The smiles, the furtive looks, the rush of blood to the head anytime they run into each other became the greatest part of Eddie’s days. And even though Eddie had his fair share of action back on the road, and he was anything but timid, there was a shyness, borderline cowardice when it came to be bold enough to engage with Steve.

And then one day, it was clear that Steve was the boldest of the pair. He approached him, notepad in hand when he was fixing the garden.

“need any help?” Steve scribbled.

Eddie gifted him his brightest smile, and made space for Steve, who kneeled next to him, and started fixing the daisies. 

After an hour of stolen smiles and a thousand untold stories after every mole of Steve’s skin that Eddie needed to put in his next song, Eddie saw El and Max standing in the pavement, looking curiously at them. He patted Steve, who turned and gestured to them to get closer. The kids approached to say hi and kiss his dad, and it was Steve’s cue to leave to make dinner.

Eddie gave them both a daisy. El’s eyes were brighter than the sun. Max’ cheeks were brighter than her hair.

And Steve’s look was the fondest, earnest, sweetest Eddie had ever seen.

And after the daisies, the kids invited him to their birthday party the following Saturday.

Eddie got Max a tiny skateboard, and a plushie snowman for El.

He finally met Robin, who was the funniest woman he’d ever met, mainly because she wasn’t trying to be funny at all. Her witty comebacks, and the way he had teasing the kids, who absolutely adored her, was quite a show to see.

And Eddie didn’t know them enough to be engaging too much. Without being asked, Eddie helped Steve as much as he could, entertaining kids when needed, taking away wrapping paper scraps, or even keeping the kitchen free of sugar rushed mini humans. 

So much to do, yet both of them spent all afternoon stealing glances and smiles from each other. At some point, he saw Robin signing fast to Steve, hidden in the kitchen, and poor guy, his cheeks were flushing red.

After the cake, kids started to go, until only Robin and him were at Steve’s. Eddie wanted to help with the cleaning, but Max and El took him to a thousand family pictures infested living room to play with him. El was gentle and quiet, Max was more demanding. They were trying to teach Eddie some words in sign language, and he gave them his full attention, until eventually El fell asleep on the couch, and Max on Eddie’s lap.

Steve entered the room, and gestured Eddie to take Max upstairs, while he held El, who instantly wrapped her arms around his dad’s neck.

They left the kids on their beds (that bedroom needed some tidying up, Eddie had never seen so many toys).

When they went down to the kitchen, Robin had already left. Steve scribbled on the notepad on the counter.

“stay for dinner? leftovers it is”

Eddie huffed a laugh and nodded. They ended up eating sandwiches (and chocolate cake with a picture on top of a half eaten Elsa face) in the kitchen.

Eddie took the pen.

“ELSA’S LEFT EYE IS DELICIOUS”

Steve almost spat what was eating.

“shit i just got her braid”

“MAX IS GONNA BE SO MAD AT YOU”

“max is always mad at me”

“MAD MAX” he scribbled, and proceeded to draw a poorly braided kid skateboarding with spikes in her helmet.

At first it was accidental, but then their hands started touching, lingering, when they were passing the pen. Steve dared to give a soft, brief caress with the back of his finger.

When they intertwined their hands, pen and notepad forgotten, Eddie lifted his gaze and locked it with Steve, and all the air was sucked out of the room.

Steve cupped Eddie’s cheek, softly, a question in his pupils and his half open mouth, that Eddie wordlessly replied with a soft nod and a hand on his waist. Steve kissed him and it was the sweetest thing Eddie had ever experienced.

After that first kiss came another. And another. And another one. It was only when Eddie was between Steve’s lips and the kitchen door that Steve seemed to think twice about what was happening there. He broke the kiss with a troubled expression. He closed his eyes, sighing, and pointed at the draw of Max. 

Eddie needed no notepad, no signs, no words to understand that it was time to leave. He smiled at Steve, cupping his cheek with both hands, and resting his forehead against Steve’s.

“We can figure this out,” Eddie whispered. Steve, who was looking at Eddie’s lips while he spoke, looked at Eddie’s eyes, and smiled. Nodding.

Steve walked Eddie to the door.

He was about to leave, when he turned to Steve, and slowly, he signed “thank you, daddy.”

Steve opened his eyes, holding back a smile. Grabbed quickly the notepad, and wrote really fast.

“you must’ve picked up the ‘daddy’ sign because that’s how my kids call me. I’ll show you Steve.”

Steve left the notepad aside and started gesturing, but froze when he saw Eddie gesturing fluently at him.

“I know how to say Steve. Look, I am a musician. Heavy metal and rock. I’ve been on the road for years. I took a break because I’m losing my hearing, too. I learnt sign language a couple of years ago.”

Steve gestured back almost furiously.

“Why didn’t you say anything before? Wait, so you know what Robin and I were talking about all the time?”

Eddie laughed. “I’m glad you think I’m cute.”

They were both blushing, and biting shy smiles.

“I’m gonna go.”

“Bye, rock star.”

“Bye, daddy.”

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

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[fateswind0wseat]

They are all so funny I love em!!

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