#kissy kissy mwah

[trannydean-moved]

i'm going to sleep early (1:30am) g'night everyone xx

[scoobydoobyally]

Im like a werewolf but instead of turning into a wolf at night i just have hot gay sex

[t4r0tc4rdz]

My babygirls

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [31] snuggle for owl-bones's event !

"...I can't stay mad at you."

[gottagho-st]

hi i have gifts! @bloodfin sorry the swisstom kissies took so long but i really hope you enjoy this!!! (i know not a ‘kiss’ again but cmon, tell me this doesn’t scream THEM to you)

non-textured bg version below the cut xoxo

huge ty to my darlings @revengeghoulette @obsidianghoul @rainsbasspick for ur assistance throughout my multiple swiss-design induced breakdowns lolol and especially to ash for makin me question who swiss might’ve looked like in the lineart stage 👀👀

anyyyyyywayyyy once exams are done i wanna get back into this kinda series so pls lemme know who next that i havent done in tags :))

also if anything’s weird or unfinished, pfffft no it’s not u didn’t see thattttt 🤫

[kangals]

[ptanalo]

mwah mwah tootz

[trannydean-moved]

okay i am going to bed now. g'night everyone!!!

[hestiashand]

izuna and madara

this is a bday gift for @lycentropy :3c

[lockedcemetary]

The Birth of Venus

a/n: this is probably bad, wrote it at 1 am and have never written before and doubt anyone will even see this. written with male/ gender neutral reader in mind but i don’t think i mentioned sex or gender at all, if anyone does see this and likes it or has feedback, tell me!

also not proofread lol

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hannibal who asks you to be his muse for a nude portrait. He presents this request as politely and professionally as possible, to hide his true intentions. Hannibal who knows damn well he wouldn’t need a reference to properly etch your figure onto parchment, he’s already done it dozens of times.

You, being none the wiser, agree. Albeit a bit hesitantly, but you agree nonetheless. fast forward to the arranged date and time, he has unclothe yourself in his bathroom that’s attached to the master bedroom, for your comfort, he explains. he waits patiently with his sketchbook in hand, legs crossed away from your view. you pay no attention to his body language, but anyone who was even slightly educated on seeing the signs would be able to deduce that he was enjoying the situation in another light.

you exit the bathroom, a towel draped over yourself. you stand a bit over a yard away from him, unsure of what to do with yourself. he assures you that there is no need to be nervous, it’s just you and him, no danger or judgement. this eases you slightly, though he can tell you’re still tense.

he instructs you to place the towel on the desk behind you, and you follow. you turn back to him to see him already looking at you, is that desire in his eyes? Of course not, why would that be the case? he lets his eyes rake across you, taking in small details that he mentally stores away. he realizes he’s staring, and staring is rude, so he pulls his eyes back to his paper. this is when he begins his rough sketch, he will go in and clean everything up later. when he is happy with his sketch, finishing the outline with only a few stolen glances of the beauty in front of him, he looks back up. you’re looking at him, watching his hands in particular. from this angle you can make out the rough shape of yourself, it makes you blush a bit as you realize just the situation you remain in. he sees the pink dusting your cheeks and neck, but doesn’t comment on it. he simply stares.

he drags his line of sight onto the page once more, adding finer details as the minutes pass. he can feel it against his thigh now, but he dare not speak of it or even acknowledge it. this has never been a problem when it was just him, though he knew it would arise when you were standing in front of him as his hand graced the page. he flicks his eyes up for only a second, to regain his senses. the image was starting to take shape now. you could see it, and you recognized it? it was you, in the place of Venus in the renaissance painting The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli.

you couldn’t make out the faces of the other three people in the image, but that wasn’t important. what was important was that Hannibal had led you here, just to simply take in your grace. you hadn’t known it, but this wasn’t simply a ploy to get you undressed in front of him, even if that was part of it. as elegant and chaste as hannibal likes to pretend he is. but he chose to memorialize you in the place of venus, the goddess of love, beauty, and sex. (atleast those are the motifs that apply here)

when he presented the image to you, your eyes widened on instinct. and you took a step forward to take the sketchbook from his hands and get a better look of it yourself, a better look of you, i suppose. Hannibal took note of the decreased proximity, and let his eyes wander. oh if only you knew how often you flitted about his mind. it’d end him, like you inevitably would.

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i was listening to the song Black Beauty by Lana Del Rey while writing this btw, good song.

[animoof]

Nao wake up your girlfriend is all but cringefail

[softgothbabe]

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 694/??  💚🧡

[tvichpi]

sonadow klance

it’d be cool if you drew them getting each others snow cones ^-^

ty 4 request! (honestly i dont like this😭)

uhh never taste snow cones😔/yes my loss/

and i I rarely draw colored pictures...

+bonus for why not🙌

[greensapphic]

Late night doodles of my fave Angel demon couple