#tension for days

[macaronirats]

Happy danger days birthday

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Burning Rotten Bridges

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[i-think-too-loud]

one of my favorite scenes

[escyn]

Old Wounds Reopened[flood]: Kyoshi Warrior Sokka | Blue Spirit

Zukka Week Day 3 (id in alt)

+some close-ups bc I love them so

other things from ZW2024: Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

[animebarbie89]

Continuing my tradition of drawing Kataang on Valentines Day 💛💙💛💙

Bonus:

[ronanlyxch]

this is gay sex

[mobius-m-mobius]

- James Wright, A Blessing

@lokiusweek 2025 - Day 3: Longing (insp)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Normal Friend Behaviour.

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[rookamell]

Ignore me I need to yell for a second about the almost kiss because I just watched it again and I might have gone a little crazy with the screenshots

Ok so we have Lucanis sauntering over acting suave. Because he is.

But then look how genuinely Happy he is to be there too! Look at how he's looking at Rook! Look at how much he likes them!!

^she has never been more in love btw. He makes her stupid. The wall lean has put her into a catatonic state.

Then obviously there's the look at Rook's lips. I do find it interesting that this happens After Rook touches him so it's not the touch that makes him hesitate. The touch only spurs him on.

Bonus I caught the face scrunch

And then look how close they get!!! I didn't even notice they got this close!!

Devastating. His eyes are still closed when he pulls away. He wanted to kiss them so fucking bad. I have very many thoughts on what might have happened here but I'm saving them for the fic. This screenshot made me take psychic damage.

Like look how much effort it takes him to pull away. He Knows he's hurting Rook. But also this has to happen, because he's not ready. I do always wonder if he's like... taking it upon himself to try and protect Rook from themselves a little bit too? 'At least I know I'm doing it' -> Rook might like me but they don't know exactly what they're signing up for so I have to pull back for both our sakes rn. Also I don't think Spite had anything to do with this. All the other times Spite said/did something it was a lot more jarring. I could be wrong tho that's just my interpretation. It's even worse when you compare how happy he just was! And he's not letting himself have that happiness!! Lucanis!!!

Homocide

Double homocide

[fuumiku]

It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

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[robolvrr]

friend you can keep ꩜ .ᐟ

jazz x prowl x gn! human reader warnings: nsfw. buzzed sex.

"this what you wanted, wasn't it? attention? couldn't shut up and let us focus, could you?"

"relax, prowler - they're drooling. awww, wait a min', that's cute!"

is this a wet dream? it feels like a wet dream. there wasn't an oracle in the universe that could have predicted such an event - and it was fitting to classify as such, grandeur and overwhelming on so many levels you swear your eyes see nothing but fuzzy interference.

"p-p-prrowwwl, puh.. slow down!"

"slow dowwwn? slow down?" he's grinning, awful asshole. he rarely does, fanged smirk infuriating and itching to be clawed away.

still, your protests are corroded, lacking bite or want. that much is obvious otherwise you wouldn't be clutching so greedily round the law enforcer's waist, babbling praises and curses that make prowl want to take you by the throat.

whereas he takes and takes, jazz on the other hand, gives.

his smile is saccharine, pleased. you can still make out his expression, mesh lips cloying while they travel in the crook of your neck in determined, practiced trails. he is the sweet to prowl's sour, soothing lovebites where his partner's teeth once dug. he knows what places make you melt.

"y'know, you about the smoothest thing i've ever heard. ain't that something?" his door wings give a proud twitch when prowl tsks, careful to squeeze your cheeks. it may have taken some coaxing and prayer but he's relieved to feel you relax when his spike bumps against your leaking hole.

"cut it out, jazz. they were a brat. they don't deserve praise right now."

something akin to a wheeze bubbles from your lips. you call him dozens of insults he doesn't bother researching. they clearly can handle their drinks better than you could.

"prowl, they're about to take both of us, like a good little sparkslut. aren't ya, babe?" his digits interlock with the paler mech's, helm canted and before long, his simmering gaze is enough to ease some of the other's disgruntlement. unlike him however, he knows you're still fragile, slowly easing the tip of his spike and hissing quiet when it bumps against the ridges of prowl's.

prowl couldn't be torn from this even if the whole building set aflame.

"say it. say you'll be good and i bet ya he'll be nicer."

"i-iiiii... i'm good! i'm good, 'mgoodsogood, so good, jazz it's. not gonna fit, not gonna, how-"

more kisses. you, prowl, jazz, you again. you're in heaven and hell.

"slow. 'll take it slow with you. wanna feel that stretch."

naturally, jazz knows you'll secrete lubricant of your own, though the challenge of the pair inside was asking a lot. he also knew you were an over-achiever and had been eyeing them the entire assignment, with the lingering boldness of your own kind's vice still a whisper in your system.

"... thereee we go!"

pain is devoured by euphoria, grinding hauling to a pause as prowl remembers not to shatter your resolve entirely. you cum, hard, because your associates are huge.

jazz checks out how you creamed, far from bored from the lack of light pink that smears his spike. he flicks a glance to prowl, who looks a mixture of angry and very turned on. he can bet his battle computer is on the fritz which explains why he's practically steaming at the jaw.

"ain't this nice?"

"can it jazz, please. just.. j-just for now. frag."

there's an inside joke which you're left out of for now. you'll ask about it when their fluids aren't soaking your uniform.

"... another round, newbie?"

they swear you squeeze them a little harder.

robolvrr 2025.

a/n: so. eat up. i know there is barely ANY content of both of them and i don't know why because they would handle you SO WELL. i am unleashing my demons for now while the weekend lasts.

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

This has most definitely been said before, but we were robbed of the core four quarantining on-screen together at Buck’s place. ROBBED I say

[various-things]

GET A ROOM

[motianz]

It's the fact He Tian's the one to cover Mo up despite wanting him naked, so that no one but him would see Mo's body

[cursedyuri]

having a full time job is so fucking homophobic, likeee what do you mean i can’t spend all day writing lesbian fanfiction? im gonna jump.

[earlgreylatte]

My Bloody Valentine

Love must inherently be corruption if she accepts you, bloody as you are and continue to be.

“Are you here to stop me?” You ask simply, red staining your hands, dripping onto the cracked ground below.

“If I were, I would clearly be too late,” she responds, her gaze meeting yours, solid as ever.

You laugh, your tense posture dropping, a stark contrast to your current appearance. She likes you like this; happy, carefree, eyes softening because of her.

“And people say you don’t have jokes,” you grin, stepping over a fresh corpse. “You bring your, uh, invisible plane? Got some kids in the back that need some perking up. A joyride with you would definitely do the job.”

“Children?” So young and vulnerable, she’ll never get used to how despicable people can be. She eyes the body with disgust.

“I got here fast enough to stop anything from happening, but the experience alone will be one they carry with them,” you frown, inching closer to her, but never reaching out. Never touching.

“You did good,” she commands, stepping forward. If she moved just a tad bit closer, your chests would brush against each other. She restrains herself.

“Should a Justice League member really be saying that?” You question wryly, but Diana can tell you’re amused.

“You’re strong. Strong enough to spare them, to only kill as a last resort,” she starts, saying what she always say when faced with you. It’s habit at this point, lacking any heat.

“You’re right, but mercy is a choice only we have the luxury to make. But I’m willing to be ruthless to ensure that others don’t suffer from that choice,” you finish, gaze resolute.

When you two first met, it was a point of contention. Heroes don’t kill, they can’t, especially willingly. But she understands, more than anyone, that compassion can’t be the answer to every conflict. That some monsters can only be slayed. But even if what you do can be justified by some, your actions don’t align with the League. They could never.

Even so, she can’t condemn you. Not anymore. You with your thoughtful eyes and unabashed joy have clawed your way through flesh and bone, settling deeply next to her heart.

(“This may be hypocritical, but you should never kill, Diana,” you speak up, bruised and cut, but you lips twitch upwards.

“You and I both understand—“

“I know, I know,” you interrupt, “but you of all people can’t. You need to be in the light, in the eyes and hearts of others. You’re more than just you; you’re a symbol. A hope.”

She calls your name.

“So, if it comes down to it, I’ll do it.” You conclude, “You be everyone’s knight in shining armour, and I’ll be the one to keep your hands clean.”

You tilt your head, “Although, it would be a lethal sight to see you wielding a giant sword.”)

She’s not as good of a person as you or others make her out to be, not when she so easily turns a blind eye and makes exceptions only for you. She doesn’t even give it a second thought.

“You know, the gossip mags would love this,” you muse, “Wonder Woman having the most boring love life among the League.”

She arches an eyebrow at you, “And how would you know?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re out here with me rather than on a date with your sweetheart,” you chuckle, “I bet you’d be bundled up in your apartment eating ice cream if you weren’t here, though.”

She crosses her arms, and you laugh again.

“Okay, don’t kill me. And besides, I think what we’re doing is much cooler. We’re about to make this nightmare end for a bunch of kids. Way better than some wine and dining from a dumbass man.” You nudge your shoulder against hers.

And she smiles.

“Indeed, although afterward we will be going to that cafe you keep sending me pictures of. Their hot chocolate is pink,” Diana proclaimed.

You lean against her, mindful of your hands, “Whatever you say, Di.”

She ignores how her skin seems to vibrate at your touch, aching for more. Wanting to link her hands with you, more than willing to have blood stain her if it means she can get closer.

Instead she squares her shoulders and walks deeper into the den of misery you found, confident she can make this a place of the past after your extermination.

So, business as usual for you two.

Cheetah is crying rn

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