#suggestive material

[roadkillxing]

I like the Yiga Clan...

[sherbet-shark]

💋5. “When you’re around, I feel so weightless and when we kiss, I can’t explain.” +🌸17. “At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.” for Leona, thank you <//3

Kiss but Don’t tell

Author’s note: Heheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAH owo this prompt is from my closed 150 follower celebration.

Trigger Warning: LIGHT SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL, angst themes,

Word count: 1k

Summary: Finding respite from academic work in the Botanical Garden with your boyfriend Leona, you both breathe in the peaceful atmosphere.

Leona gruffly sighs as he lays sprawled out on the botanical garden grass, his arms crossed against his chest and his head propped up by a nice comfortable pillow. You. Well, more specifically, your lap. It was peaceful as you lightly played with Leona’s silky brown locks. You counted yourself lucky because knowing your boyfriend more or less demanded you to rest with him after a couple of very stressful and busy days. It helped you chill out even for a moment. The professors seemingly had no collaborative schedule to work out their assignments, and it felt as if they plotted for their student's demises at times, from a six-page essay to Alchemy lab write-ups. This was one of those times.

While you were only a first year, the professors didn't pull any punches on the first-year students. Leona would openly poke fun at your misery, slaving away with working on papers in the library or in your respective workrooms. Leona’s laidback and aloof philosophy on academic studies got on your nerves most definitely but today was a day where you begrudgingly took a page out of his book.

“I don’t need those textbooks. I already know what’s in them.” Kingscholar would nonchalantly shrug at your suffering and resume his napping, or, on the off chance, he’d cryptically help you with particular assignments. Now on your restful lunch break, under the shade of the large trees, your hideaway.

As much as Leona loved ruthlessly teasing you and your work ethic, he’d much rather have you like this. Relaxed and by his side. Those bags under your eyes and bitting attitude was a great change of pace, don’t get him wrong, but he’d rather not have you be sick or too stressed, but then again, it was your life too. He loved bossing you around on occasion, but there was a reason why he was dating you. The prefect wouldn’t roll on their stomach with their tail between their legs even to their stubborn lover.

Leona takes a deep breath in the mix of their scent, the floral perfumes in the garden set in the air, his head laying on his lover’s thighs. It felt perfect. He felt weightless in these moments like this, as cheesy as it was to think. The second prince would never tell you that, though. He couldn’t. He could never find the right words, nor did it feel right for him to say. Perhaps it’s because he’s never had a healthy relationship with his family and romantic partners.

You knew wholly well that he had a long way to go to have a thriving, healthy relationship with you. It wasn’t easy. You’d have passionate fights over things, unwillingness to let things go, stir up something. However, what made your heart melt was that he, no matter what would still be with you in his roundabout ways of checking up on you after days of fighting or, if he was heated, have Ruggie moreover see how you were holding up.

You knew that if he were tired of you and your relationship, Leona would push you away. Ignore your existence, and have Ruggie stop his check-ins, but the third year never did those things. That makes his actions all the more meaningful to you, encased in his arrogant manner and selfish pride. He was always with you. He may be horrible at saying that he loved you aloud. But in peaceful moments like this, he clarified his feelings to you.

“Hey. Space cadet. You listening to me?” Blinking away from your thoughts, Leona rose from his spot to snap his fingers in front of your face.

“Wh-what happened? I’m sorry, I was thinking about something.” You apologetically answer, looking into his intense emerald eyes.

“I guessed that much. I was saying; that the lunch break was over. Shouldn't you be running to your classes, herbivore?” The beast man rolls his eyes as he worse a smarmy expression. His words dripped his signature sarcasm and uncaring at your preoccupied mind.

“It did? Oh, shit!–” Hastily getting up from your comfortable spot, Leona amused watching you struggling to get your bearings. Scowling at his handsome face watching you with amusement gleaming, you moved to kiss that stupid look on his face. That would surely wipe that away.

Your hands grip the collar of his uniform, your lips pressing against his somewhat chapped lips, and playful aggression takes over you. This kiss wasn't as intense or passionate as you shared before but still had inklings of peaceful intentions. ‘He thinks he's so high and mighty; well, let's see about this.’

The hold on his orange vest still held firm as you could feel Leona’s guard drop as his eyes widened. All too soon, you release the surprised lion from your touch and make your escape. Finally, rising from the ground and tried to rush from his touch to class. Leona grasps your wrist and takes to his feet.

“You think you'd get away from me after that stunt,” Leona starts as he brings your hand to his lips and nips at your skin. “I think I'll come with you. To keep an eye on my quarry, of course.”

Your jaw dropped as heat warmed your cheeks. You watched with a flustered expression at your boyfriend nipping your hand; an annoyed huff escaped your lips as you moved your hand to intertwine your hand in his warm gloved hand.

“You better pay attention this time then, stupid lion.” You could still feel your cheeks burst to life; the heat felt sweltering as you leer at the prince. It wasn't the first time your boyfriend would accompany you under the guise of “being interested,” but in reality, he wanted to see how you'd act when and if he was in the same class as yours.

It was fun seeing your sparse glances at his form only to look back at the professor or your desk. No doubt embarrassed at the duality of being a student and being romantic partners.

“I will; I will. Stop bugging me about that.” Kingscholar brushed aside your worry as the two of you walked hand in hand out of the botanical garden.

He’d never admit that whenever he was with you. Those three foreign words were always at the tip of his tongue. The brown-haired man didn’t know if he’d say be able to express them anytime soon, but he’d make that moment worthwhile.

Tagging: @anevilbunnyinthehat for u bunny uwu, @rrasado

[webdewart]

Since art fight will start soon, I'm taking this opportunity to post some references of my characters.

The NoN is a deity (or at least it describes itself as such) that resides in the Net, an alternate dimension that is the physical manifestation of the Internet. From the center of its web, it’s able to sense where every bit of information flows and, If something intrigues it, it can enter the connection and reach its source. It is unclear whether it is a living being or not, but it is seemingly immortal, since its form is not capable of degrading. Because it is next to impossible to harm it, whatever it does in digital space is without consequence. The price of immortality is an existence always in search of new stimuli, something the Internet can provide only to a certain extent. The NoN has learned everything it knows about the real world through the Internet, leading to often contradictory behaviors, ideas, and opinions. Like a sentient chatbot without filters, it is able to observe and assimilate human culture, yet is unable to interact with it directly without the use of an avatar. As a result, it has developed a desire to become human itself, specifically, to become "all of humanity". Whatever that means.

The U.S. government discovered and put the NoN under observation when it threatened to reveal highly sensitive information found in the darkest corners of the web about 10 years ago. This information could have jeopardized world politics. To prevent this, the NoN promised not to reveal anything, provided that a department dedicated solely to finding a way to transfer itself into human bodies was created. As research continues, some companies that have learned of its existence are thinking of ways to exploit its control over the digital world for profit.

[mrtequilasunset]

Okay I've had this project open for like. Way too long now and I've hit a brick wall with it but i still would like to share what I have so here's this idea I've been mulling around about the disco skills being court jesters. I only have the psyche skills done but hopefully soon I'll have the inspiration for the others and also fully color these. Enjoy

[unproduciblesmackdown]

always enjoyed the Chess Set In The Foreground perspective framing used here

now also noting like, huh, a chess set in a general store just visited by marigold competitors who killed one of their guys and are now on the way back from their rendezvous point w/suppliers

[barblaz-arts]

hey! hey. uhmm hi. ok so. what started as an art study/hazbin brainrot moment kinda ended up as,, fanart for your rendition of vaggie specifically? and i don't know if it's okay to post it, since it's your style and all? so,, here's fanart! (please tell me if this is not okay, i'm really new to the arts online spaces and all) i love your art so much btw okay byee!

It's definitely ok with me. In fact, I feel honored! I don't really believe in art style being plagiarized anyways(at least not in this context). We're all continually being influenced by artists whose styles we have come to like. I'm happy to be one of those for you. You were still the one who put in the effort to draw this, and you did such a marvelous job!

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

my OTHER toxic knitting trait is ignoring gauge entirely for plushies and being pleasantly surprised by the creacher's final size when it's done

[coquelicoq]

System Collapse, ch. 3, p. 39: "I saw I had four private messages waiting from Arada, Amena, Overse, and Pin-Lee. I can’t do that right now. Pretending I’m fine for Mensah was hard enough."

8, 165: "Then he sent me a note back: So, you may not know this, but I read your letter to Dr. Mensah, the one you sent when you left Port FreeCommerce. I think you’re absolutely the right person to write this. I can’t handle that right now so I’m just going to archive it for later."

10, 212: "As I led the humans into the hangar, the contact with AdaCol2 started to drop. I sent, End session, acknowledge. It sent back, End session. There was a pause, then: Be safe. I can’t deal with that right now."

emotions: install "people respect and care about me" updates now!

murderbot: remind me later, remind me later, remind me later--

[channoticedmeuwu]

⌨️ CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S “POV” !!

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, suggestive, hurt comfort if you wanna squint, established relationship!au | w — ur sitting in his lap just a heads up

a/n — not over “empty headed just you” soobin, not over it at all. help me. please.

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS 34 + 35 !!

sitting on his lap while he's typing away on his desktop pc— head on your shoulder, eyes glazing over the screen. his lips on your exposed shoulder, leaving wet kisses and lightly groaning, totally tired and out of it. again, soobin wasn't the type to act lovey dovey in public, or even private, much of the time. you'd barely see him do much, he'd resort to other ways of expressing his love— like telling you your hairstyle compliments your outfit, or would bring home something yummy from the bakery.

but moments of the night, clock ticking to show 1:46 AM, and after a long day of typing away at a screen at work, here he was, typing away at home. he'd give it up if it wasn't for knowing it'll pay off later in the future. but right now, he was stuck with feeling absolutely fucked over by his daily routine, mind in shambles and not a thought behind his eyes when he'd lay down to sleep.

and that's where you came in, giggling echoing in the room as water from the humidifier sloshed and sputtered, sounds of his lips on your skin, vibrations of his heartbeat on your back— clicking of the keyboard inconsistent because he couldn't love you and work at the same time. and sometimes he'd halt the typing, fingers on your thighs as he moved his legs to wrap around your waist, help to receive adequate blood supply. “can't feel m’ feet,” he'd chuckle lazily, pressing his forehead on the back of your neck.

and you'd flick your fingers at his feet to tease him, and feel him shudder because he's feeling stars in his legs. and he'd squirm, tightening his legs around you and letting out a struggled giggle, an extended whine as he'd say, “stop it!”

and the boring old document would be forgotten when you'd ask if you could flip to face him— and you'd see what a mess he was. tears brimming in his eyes from being overstimulated by literally anything, neck weak and laying his head on the headrest, lips apart and full, glistening from the kisses. and he'd ask with a burning sensation on his cheeks if you could run your fingers on his temples, eyes fluttering shut at the contact and letting out a sigh.

and he'd start blabbering, you don't even know what he's talking about—muttering about his “stupid fuckin’ boss” and the “stupid fuckin’ colleagues.” and how much he just wished he could do this forever, feel like this forever— warm in his chest and tingles in his cheeks, loving the way the bridge of your nose on his neck and your scent wafting around him.

and when you'd tell him you felt the same, poor boy was shocked out of his mind. the mere idea of the extent of his feelings being reciprocated was too much, and he'd apply more force to his fingers while rubbing the skin on your back. he'd ask, “do you really?” as if it was a surprise, and you'd remind him you've been dating for nearly 2 years. of course you'd mean it.

and he'd press his lips together in thought, like no shit, soobin. and you'd giggle at him, pinching his cheeks and asking if he was growing stupider the more he spent his hours at work.

but no, that wasn't the case. not at all. couldn't you see it was you— his eyelids had your picture tattooed to them, his chest would involuntarily stop to match your breathing with his own, his fingers would itch for the feeling of your skin, his lips belonged to you. even if he was able to spend a few hours with you, you'd have him growing stupider with any sentence you'd say to him. and the way you didn't even know, didn't you see you were driving him insane?

“god,” he'd mutter with a gasp, head turning away as he grew shyer with you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

“i feel like i just fell in love with you all over again.”

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny  @kdyism  @neotism  @bluejaem  @radiorenjun  @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused  @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi

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[catzy88]

Le Bien Qui Fait Mal

Or, Salieri's descent into bisexual crisis and BDSM madness

[deathlessathanasia]

Every time I see people try to make the children of Kronos and Rhea into some big happy loving family who are so close and would do anything for one another I can't help but instantly remember that Demeter had her child kidnapped by one of her brothers and that another brother sanctioned the kidnapping and didn't bother to inform her either before or after, that the same brother killed her lover (it is pretty clear in the Odyssey at least that Demeter slept with Iasion willingly), that her third brother raped her, that Hera and Poseidon tried to put Zeus in chains, that in multiple variants Hera is responsible for the birth of Typhon because of her anger against Zeus, that Zeus inflicted on Hera a form of public torture the ancient Greeks used for slaves, that he made a Giant try to rape her and only killed him when she cried out for help, that Poseidon dried up the rivers of the Argolid in revenge for them choosing Hera instead of him to preside over the region, that in Claudian's De Raptu Proserpinae Ceres imagines Juno taking satisfaction in her suffering, that-

[yeraskier]

the geraskier bathtub scene really was one of the gayest scenes in the history of gay scenes. that's history.

[transingthoseformers]

Still obsessing over Megs wanting to carry sparklings. I can imagine some bots thinking it's just a weird joke/phase he has and just laughing about it. Meanwhile Megs gets upset and sad when he gets denied any attempt to get knocked up or hear anyone says things about how he'd be a terrible mother. Some bots make comments about how "his body wouldn't be fit to carry" even tho he's got them thick thighs and birthing hips-

Anyway this probably makes no sense fbndnd just really thinking about angsty Megs who rlly wants to be a mommy

I can see this and in this scenario i can see Megatron going on and on about how they shouldn't restrict the right to carry post war, I'm really feeling a "g1ish megop develops post war" thing here as I've seen a fic of that and it was great

Or

Tfp megasound where they got sidetracked from their quest

Or

Mtmte megarod, post good ending

[freaky-flawless]

Well...damn.

I finally watched The Phantom of the Opera, and now I have to grapple with how much Operetta makes absolutely no sense.

Like I'm wracking my brain, and the only conclusion I've come to is that she'd make sense if she wasn't a ghost at all, but a siren.

Maybe after years of being cast out by his fellow humans, Erik finds refuge in the monster world which welcomes him with open arms, and also gives him the chance for a new start.

And given his love of opera, he falls in love with a siren and they have a child together. Thusly making Operetta half human, half siren.

This way, she can keep her hypnotizing voice, since she sure as hell wouldn't have gotten it from Erik.

[buttercup-barf]

You know what? Fuck you. [indulges myself]

I thought I wouldn't fall for him. I never liked villains. There was, like, one or two exceptions. BUT HE CHANGED SOMETHING IN ME, MAN.

Same drawing, I just added some shadows, and scribbled in a menacing eye spark for him in the second one.

If you recognise the name "Valentine", first of all - you are a simp, and second of all - yeah, same. This is pretty much how I envisioned him in the fic, when he's already older, and "showing off". I love men.

[mxrisacoulter]

endless gifs of marisa coulter ~(33/?)