#thank u ^v^

[glitchylaptop]

made for you since it’s pirde month

OH BITCH!! THIS IS COOL!! :DDD thanks! <3

[lamina-tsrif]

you’ve changed (for the better)

for @where-does-the-heart-lie ‘s fighting game au I love ur designs I love them dearly

[kijeu]

chk chk boom ! ending fairy collection ♡

[rookanisstuff]

I just wanted to say that the one piece you crafted of a particular kiss caught my heart, and I keep looking at it. Just... thank you for the art you gift this community.

You have a gift. You share it, and we love it. Know you ARE appreciated.

a smooch just for u anon (and a million for Lucanis)

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[industrations]

I’m mothman now🙂‍↕️ also new pfp lets go

[aimfor-theheart]

hey i'm back, have you talked about ex gf pit!fighter vi...just curious...you know...for a friend...

jazz i can't tell you the psychic damage i took from this ask. looking at it with mine own two eyes. i thought about it all night. i haven't talked about her yet but I WILL NOW !

ex gf pitfighter!vi who never really moves on from you. and she doesn't expect you to move on from her, either. worse than that, she doesn't let you move on from her. she checks up on you still, hangs around you like a stray dog, always on your heels somehow.

ex gf pitfighter!vi who "accidentally" manages to scare off anyone who may be interested in you at the bars or at the fights. she swears it's not her fault that people are too pussy to approach you (never mind that she's been mean-mugging them for the better part of the night). and if you do try to point out that she's been guarding you all night, she just shrugs and claims that if they were worth it, they'd grow a pair and approach anyways.

ex gf pitfighter!vi who still takes care of everything for you. who is still, unfortunately, the one you call when you need help with anything around your little flat or need someone to come pick you up from a night out of drinking. she always dutifully walks you home, let's you drunkenly chatter to her, and keeps her hands tucked respectfully in her pockets to try and crush the urges she has to reach out and snag you around the waist—or throw you over her shoulder, like she used to when you were dating and you got a little too drunk. regardless, you call for vi whenever you're in trouble, because you know she'll always be there for you.

ex gf pitfighter!vi who has a horrible possessive streak with you. one of her opponents tries to goad her about the fact that you're single now and she just—loses it for a few moments. like a bad dog, she attacks and doesn't let go. they call the round quickly but she doesn't let up, like she doesn't even hear them.

they have to pull her off the guy, still snarling, anger still vicious and hot and thrumming in her veins.

ex gf pitfigher!vi who sees you after the fight, knuckles all split and perhaps still a little wound up. you can tell something's wrong, sense it in the air, in the bunching of her shoulders.

"what the hell happened out there?" you ask her, leaning against the doorway of the med bay they have backstage of the fighting pit.

he said something about you, and i just saw red, she thinks. your name barely formed on his lips, and i just lost it. i hate the idea of anyone even looking at you like that. i hate the idea that i'm not yours anymore.

instead she bites out, "i don't know—adrenaline, or something."

"vi—" you say, "that wasn't just adrenaline. what's going on?"

and like a bad dog, she snaps, "what the hell do you even care?"

you look stricken when she says it, and she immediately regrets it, deflates a little.

"i'm not allowed to care about you anymore?" you ask.

"we're supposed to be broken up, sweetheart." she scoffs, finally moving to find the wrap in order to bandage up her bloody knuckles. you drift further into the room, passing the threshold of the doorway, and into her space. you take the gauze from her hands before she can begin to do it.

(you always used to bandage her up after her fights.)

"you don't really act like it." you retort gently, urging her to sit again and she goes easily. sits and lets you approach her. spreads her legs a little and though you drift nearer, you keep your distance. still, you take one of her hands in yours. palm to palm for a moment. she fights the urge to bear down on your hand, to close her hand around yours and pull you to her. pull you into her lap—

"how am i supposed to act?" she asks, leaning back a little to look up at you and—it's a good view, looking up at you like this. always has been.

carefully, you begin wrapping her hand with the gauze. your fingers are nimble, deft.

"you could stop calling me 'sweetheart', for starters." you say and she feels your fingers over the back of her hand, then back under her palm as you wind and wind the bandage around her. there's a ghost of a sad smile on your lips when she finds your face, when she watches your expression.

"you want me to stop?" she asks.

your face twists up a little; several emotions flicker across your face and you've always been so expressive. so open—her little crybaby, her emotional storm of a girl. in the end, the emotion that settles onto your face is some sort of regret or sadness. raw.

you tie off the gauze on one of her hands. you fiddle with the roll of it.

"no." you finally admit, lifting your eyes from your narrow focus on her hand to find hers.

your gaze clashes with hers.

heat sears through vi. an aching burns inside her chest, heart on fire.

ex gf pitfighter!vi who says fuck everything, and reaches out with her free hand to settle on your waist. who urges you closer to her. tugs a little and suddenly pulls you into her lap, makes room for you there with the flex of her hips.

the gauze slips from your hands and unravels across the floor.

"vi—" you warn, but it sounds just shy of desperate. her heart sings.

here you are, her baby, wanting for her so bad. trying to be so brave and strong and independent.

vi exhales, wrangling you into her arms, quelling your minor fussing with a little coo. she leans in a little, and says;

"tell me to stop."

you go still in her arms. caught. your breath hitches.

"this is a bad idea." you manage to get out.

"you want me to stop?" she murmurs, her now bandaged hand coming up to cradle your jaw, the nape of your neck. her thumb skims your bottom lip, your chin. she dips closer, nose nudging yours.

"tell me to stop, sweetheart."

a heartbeat. a breath later—

you shake your head, just fractionally, and mewl, "don't stop."

and who has vi ever been to deny you?

ex gf pitfighter!vi who doesn't stay your ex for very long ever. who always manages to pull you back in, hands all over you in the middle of the night, at the bars, after bad fights. who makes you furious, but also makes up for it tenfold.

ex gf pitfighter!vi who, like a bad dog, is always on your heels, who can't quite let you go when she's got you.

[dustymop]

Chiikawa Messenger

[hajihiko]

A scenario that was literally in my head this morning when I woke up: Hajime taking Fuyuhiko to a quiet corner to explain that he’s going to run and draw attention so everyone else can actually start living their lives, and Fuyuhiko being equally disbelieving and furious that Hajime thought they’d actually let him.

If he thinks anyone is letting go then obviously they just need to hold on harder

[jinstronaut]

a taehyung a week until he's released ♥

week 17/52

[glitchylaptop]

I made you some v icons

Oooooh V!! Fuck I miss her so much, this is pretty! Thanks :3

[tapeworrmart]

Clown Trevor commission 🚬🎈

[rookanisstuff]

“Thanks.”

Part 2 of sharing daggers thanks to @rookamell’s post and @morrriigan’s delightful fic!!!

Bonus: Lucanis only just held it together x

[snowluvvie]

hi snow!! i cant wait for your vday event hehehe♡

could i get a chocolate lava cake with c+j for rafe pls (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

₊˚⊹ ♡ . NSFW ALPHABET (C, J) w/ RAFE CAMERON

₊˚⊹ ♡ . MDNI 18+. warnings — fem!reader, unprotected p in v, cumming on face, light overstimulation, m. masturbation

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum, basically

Rafe is, to his core, gross. In this particular area, he's possessive and unashamed of the ways he shows that—no matter how messy they can be. Like pretty much every other guy you know, he'll take every opportunity to fill you up by cumming inside of you, overstimulating you to the point of whining and attempting to crawl away—unsuccessfully, of course—while he stares at the way your hole swallows him up and how his cum dribbles out of you as he tries to fuck it deeper inside of you.

If you won't let him finish inside, he throws a fit, but it's a short-lived fit before he's badgering you about where else he can cum. As long as it's degrading, he isn't a picky guy. Your face is a top choice whenever he can convince you, you'll never get the look on his face out of your head as you watched with your knees on the ground. His eyebrows scrunched up, mouth falling open as he stroked his angry red cock an inch away from your face. You closed your eyes to let him paint your lips and cheeks with white ropes of cum, but the picture was still crystal-clear in your mind.

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

Porn is great and all, but Rafe has absolutely no shame pulling up a random girl's Instagram page and jerking off to that. Genuinely, he only has to meet you once to run straight to your social media when he's lying in bed that night, room dark except for the dim glow of your profile on his phone illuminating his face. He scrolls past any bikini or full-body pictures you have up—ignoring anything he deems to be "bait" for that sort of thing. It has to do with his ego, like if he thinks you posted something specifically to be sexy, he ignores it.

No, he goes to whatever cute pictures you have up. A pretty pic of just your face. Smiling, laughing, innocently sipping at your drink. He imagines that pretty face underneath him, how your eyebrows would furrow and your mouth would go slack as you fell apart while he was fucking you. He stares at pictures of you with happy, glimmering eyes, and imagines what they would look like rolling back into your head as he speared you on his cock. That's what's running through his mind as he's stroking his dick, his bedroom near-silent aside from his quiet groans and the slick sound of his hand moving up and down.

Rafe cums into his fist looking at your innocent, smiling face, and he doesn't feel bad about it in the slightest. He's the type to tell you, actually—tactlessly, the second time you're hanging out or some other time that's way too early. "Yeah, that pic you have up, from a couple weeks ago—the one where you're smilin' real cute. Blew my load to it, hard." Pig. You're shocked, halfway between offended and scandalized and maybe a tiny... tiny bit pleased about it.

[nightcitydays]