#is this fandom still alive

[vlair]

hi i love you *turns your ship into yuri*

[p170even]

[gleepily-beep]

nightmare eyes.

drawn in my sketchbook and fixed up digitally B)

[noorionoodles]

The uh...

The DMC 5 brainrot is real.

[zhenyw]

Loki.

[i-am-traveling-the-multifandom]

Just watched the scene in which Derek and Peter talk about the chess board and Derek asks if there is any particular reason that his name is on the king.

My stupid brain went,

All hale the king

[catgirlblueprint]

can't believe i'm starting this account with some old men medical malpractice yaoi wip

[addys-suitehearts]

HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT.

[era-wao]

oops accidentally left this one out but its karmaaa

[newwaveboyy]

Some quick (messy) Johnny sketches! First Post aaaa

[niightniines]

[luxurydumpsterfire]

Me:

The bad b*tch I pulled by being autistic:

[l-gummy-l]

Ever imagine:

Tom searching for Marco around the beach: Marco?

Marco, from god knows where: Polo!

Tom: MARCO!

Marco: POLO!

Tom: STOP WITH YOUR HUMAN CRAP MARCO—

Marco jumpscare from behind: POLO!

[virutato]

I love you mr kedamono

[giggletea]

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x fem!reader ☆ suggestive themes!

It’s not uncommon for Asra to take your attention away, especially for his own benefit (having your focus on him).

Though it’s a little startling when he suddenly pulls you to the back of a shop on a slow-moving afternoon, pressing kisses after kisses against you. Your nose, your cheeks, your lips… nothing’s left untouched, and it flusters you to no end.

You get the feeling that he’s doing so just for the sake of it. There’s no particular goal, no hidden agenda—he’s covering you entirely in his love, swallowing your half-hearted complaints with faint shushes and more kisses. 

“Asra, what about the shop?” You hiss, though there’s no real venom in your tone, “What if someone notices?”

“It’s alright,” he says, eyes flitting between yours and your lips. “You saw how empty the shop is, no one will come in here anytime soon. Just...”

Another kiss, this time under your jaw, and your breath hitches as you feel him nip lightly at the skin there. “Focus on me, love. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

It doesn’t take long for you to melt into his arms—a whine tears itself from your throat as you nod, and a shiver runs through your body when Asra laughs, light and airy.

You hardly even realise that you’re clinging onto him, returning his kisses with fervour. He separates a little, leaving you breathless, only to nuzzle against your neck and whisper into your ear. 

“Good girl.”