#munci

[poptartregreteva]

@randomartistontheinternet you fill in the gray

ANY colors you want

[triple-lemon-trouble]

wow we totally forgot tumblr existed anyway uuuuuuh nextbots and pizza tower lol -lemonmeat bonus image:

[tetheredfailures]

Nico's Nextbots - Triple Trouble MIX Angry Munci, giggle

[iceheart1417]

Decided to draw munci lmao (I looked up Munci’s gender and if they’re a girl?)

[puncake-paradice]

i really like nextbot munci but my friend doesnt like him so now hes getting eaten

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

[anessthetic]

oh to be fixated on the pitch black png from the roblox game

(btw, it’s height is 6’10)

[humanoidhistory]

Merchants National Bank on the corner of Jackson and Mulberry in Muncie, Indiana, 1987. Still there.

(IU Indianapolis)

[kirsty--cotton]

I swear Olivia has chemistry with every single new woman that enters the SVU Squadroom

[blue-da-ba-dee]

Heavy Hitters💣 | Dodgers Photo Day 2.21.24

[tribdinosaur]

Getting married to your best friend: Buddy Thunderstruck style.

(This moment was made by Julia Kaye, for Jellystone Season 3.)

[slayahbaba]

more of the Twunk show (there might be more)

[muncysvelasco]

Churlish: Why are your tongues purple?

Muncy: We had slushies i had a red one

Velasco: I had a blue one

Churlish: oh

Churlish: OH

Bruno: You drank each other’s slushies?

[bullet-prooflove]

Good Morning: Joe Velasco x Grace Muncy x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989

Joe was always the first to wake up. He slept with his entire body curled around you, chest pressed to your back so that his body enveloped you completely. His face was buried in the curve of your throat, his heated lips ghosting over your sensitive skin as his hands slipped under the NYPD t-shirt you had worn to bed last night.

“Hm…” he hummed into the hollow of your throat. “You feel so good.”

His hips rock against yours, his cock already hard and leaking. You could feel the damp patch through your panties as he rubbed his dick across the fabric.

Beside you Grace stirred, her vivid blue eyes fluttering open. She took in your flushed features, the whimpers rolling off of your lips. Her gaze fixed on Joe’s over your shoulder, her sensuous mouth forming a pout.

“It looks like the two of you got started without me.” She murmured; her voice still rough with sleep.

“Always room for one more.” Joe said, his breath ghosting in your ear.

“That’s what I like about you Velasco, always accommodating.” Grace told him as she shifted closer to you. Her hand came to clasp your jaw, her thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek as she looked into your eyes. “Is he making you feel good baby?”

“Yes.” You whispered as her fingertips trailed lower ghosting over your clit.

“Maybe I can make it better.” She smiled as her fingers hooked on your panties, drawing them aside so the tip of Joe’s cock can rub across your wetness. “Come on Velasco, let’s say good morning properly.”

[poptartregreteva]

I'm prolly gonna get thrown- (I'm 5'3)

uhm

wallter, folly, miss circle, nameless werewolf and fen: "new slinky??"

jokes aside the fictionial universe has atleast 1,826 characters above 7'9

[itsawildsaltychip]

I'm sorry to everyone in advance 😔😔😔

Yes. I WOULD and WON'T hesitate to give them a BIG ol' SLOPPY kiss on the mouth. I would CHERISH and LOVE them till the day we both die.

I have more deranged fictional crushes up in my sleeve but i would probably get thrown off an airplane without a parachute by all of you so maybe next time I'll tell y'all....