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Me alegro que te halla gustado!
Do you remember?
i read like 5 high republic books in a week.
Valentine’s day posttttt💜💜💜
Drawing inspired from this tiktok comment i saw since the whole fandom over there seems to be talking abt our new labels for thundercracker and starscream.
GOONERcracker and FREAKscream.
But let me to help yall visualize rizzwarp 🙏
What is love you say ?
Love is my mom downloading the new Pokemon game to collect cards and trade them with my siblings as soon as the app made it possible. Love is the open invitation to my grand aunt's house with cats and chickens everywhere. Love is the lit candle and blooming flowers on my grandma's grave in the dead of the winter.
Love is a new comment on one of my stories or an update of one of my favorite fanfics. Love is rediscovering a song I listened to in middle school and still knowing every words. Love is sending each other reels saying "that reminded me of you".
Love is my sister calling me every time she sees a sunset so I can see it too. Love is eating ice cream with my brother while he complains about his teachers. Love is my mom listening to me talk about the latest book I read when it's late and we should really be sleeping. Love is my dad texting me every day during my exams to see if I'm okay or if I want to go home.
Love is taking pictures of my cousin who takes pictures of the rest of the family. Love is the picture of me and my childhood best friend that we both keep in our room even though we don't talk to each other as much anymore. Love is looking in the mirror and liking what you see for the first time in months.
Love is my friend who gives me the slice of pizza with the least amount of sand on it when we eat on the beach.
Love is my parents sharing a lemon tart every Sunday afternoon.
Love is my baby cousin sending us a letter with "i love you" written in every languages she knows.
What is love you say ? Love is waking up everyday and smiling to strangers in the street.
Love is to keep living even when it's hard because it's so worth it in the end.
Fantasy au BKDK! I had way more fun with this than i expected so I'll probably play with the au designs more in the future
Hi omg you do Micah content!!
I want to start off saying I ADORE the Micah comfort fic you wrote and wanted to ask for a fic of what he'd do if you were upset/crying? Totally understand if you decline, thank you for taking your time to read this and for taking the time to write lovely fics about him 💖💖💖
Warning: sad start but fluffy end💕
6:11pm
“You know y/n, I’ve been thinking.” You quickly began to panic. Micah never calls you by your actual name, not unless it was something serious.
“I think you were right. About it not working out between us. We both work a lot and lets be honest, this whole thing is getting kinda stale. Not to say you aren’t attractive or that you did something wrong. I’m just… not interested anymore.”
You stared at the screen in shock. The man who time and time again told you this could work, no matter how many times you tried to deny it, was now calling it quits. You weren’t even sure how to respond.
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to remove this server and it’ll be just like it was before I showed up. Have a good life ok?” The call suddenly ended. Within seconds the server disappeared, solidifying that you’d never see Micah again.
You quickly jolted out of your sleep, your eyes meeting the ceiling of your bedroom. It was a nightmare, thank god. You looked next to you to see Micah fast asleep. Right, he had came over for the weekend. You sat up in your bed, removing Micah’s arms from your waist before curling into a ball. You know it was just a bad dream but you couldn’t help but worry. What if Micah did get tired of you? What if he did find your brattiness exhausting? What if… he didn’t want you anymore? You couldn’t stop the tears from spilling out of your eyes, your sniffles waking Micah up.
“Hmm? What’s going on?” Micah was trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Once he finally realized what was happening he quickly sat up pulling you close to him, gently rubbing your back.”
“Hey, whats wrong angel? Did something happen? Was it a nightmare? Take some deep breaths, then we’ll talk ok?” Micah waited patiently for you to relax before you spoke. He didn’t care if he was tired. You needed him, thats all that mattered right now.
He gently wiped the tears from your eyes and face as you explained the nightmare to him and all the emotions you were feeling. Seeing how much it hurt you made him wanna cry to. You meant the world to him and the thought of being separated scared him as much as it scared you. He pulled you even closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest.
“Angel, I could never get tired of you. Dream Micah is a dumbass ok?” You giggled a little bit at his remark, which was the reaction he was hoping for.
“But on a serious note, you don’t ever have to worry about my feelings changing ok? I love that you’re bratty! I like the challenge, and though you try your best to hide it I know you’ve got it bad for me.” You lightly hit his chest as you looked up to glare at him. He chuckled and kissed your forehead in response.
“Sorry, sorry I’ll stop joking around~ but seriously though. I don’t think I could ever get tired of you angel. Yeah we both work a lot but knowing that the second I finish work I can spend time with you is what keeps me going. I always look forward to the weekend because I know I’ll get to hold you again. And there is nothing stale about our relationship. If there was I would’ve just planned a get away to shake things up. I could easily buy an island and we can take a vacation if you want. I’m serious it wouldn’t be hard. As a matter of fact how about we do just that?”
You quickly stopped Micah in his tracks, telling him he didn’t have to do all that. He always had a habit of pulling out wild ideas from thin air. You explained that you can’t call out so suddenly like that.
“Why not? I’ve done it before. How do you think I found time to visit that first time? But if an island trip seems too much, how about a stay-cation? We can do anything you want if it makes you feel more secure about our relationship. Either way I’m staying longer than just this weekend. I know I don’t have to but I wouldn’t feel right going back home without knowing that you feel 100% certain that I’m never gonna leave you. So whatever you wanna do, we’ll do it. You mean the world to me, ok?”
“Well right now I wanna go back to sleep. We can plan this stay-cation in the morning ok? Its late.” You snuggled up to him again, letting him wrap his arms around you like he did before you woke up. He gently kissed your cheek as he closed him eyes.
“Goodnight angel, I love you. And I always will.”
“I love you too Micah.”
So a while back @trans-jeremy-heere hosted a BMC zine-like project on my Be Em Cee server where everyone drew or write a piece based on a song. I got assigned BMC Part 2, and I finished this like months ago but forgot to post it so ✌️. This was super fun and I really loved drawing this!!
brit brit brit brit brit like britpop 💥‼️
@97leclrc @ineedassistance28 @beebeebee2224 @33millian @mclarenyaoi @toppamplemousse @rubywritten @fleshmouth @formulanni @fopzaferrari @run2max @hurricane-heatt @three-days-time @alxalb @albonoooo @macbethot @readingbythestreetlights @saintrosberg @barbiedemonaco @leadoutlap @partygirlvettel @vegasgrandprix @gayferrari @hellohallowedhalo @liamlawsonlesbian @darlingnemesis @bumblewyn @in-love-with-charles-leclerc
"You 'ninja' are more trouble than you're worth"
still very new to digital art but you learn by practicing so here we are
You lean up against the door frame and watch. Mattsun hasn’t moved in a minute or so, his head buried into his phone as he scrolls endlessly. Every now and again he pauses, eye brows quirked, and then laughs to himself with a shake of the head. He’s still wearing his work clothes, but the suit jacket has been discarded and the tie has been loosened comically low. A green smear of wasabi is permanently ground into the elbow of one side of his otherwise pristine white button down, a remnant of late nights drinking after work.
“What’re you doing?”
Mattsun doesn’t even look up.
“Watching tiktok and putting the dishes away.” He jerks a thumb to the empty sink where dishes used to be. “I’m a multitasking.”
“I can see that,” you laugh, “Do you wanna have sex right now?”
Mattsun raises an eyebrow. Then, what you said seems to really hit him; the man looks up, puzzled, but interested. He practically throws his phone to the side, letting it slide across the countertop.
“Uh, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what brought this on?” he grins, coming over to you with open arms. “Did me doing the dishes turn you on that much?”
“I’m about to take a shower and I really don’t want to get sweaty afterwards,” you explain, gesturing to your gym clothing, “But I can see myself possibly wanting cock later tonight, so I figured- hey, why not just do it now?”
Your arms snake around his waist and you tilt your head just enough to welcome a peck on the lips. Mattsun snorts, but happily obliges, giving you the sweet contact you desire. “And yeah, the dishes thing is a little sexy.”
“Aw, but I like you right out of the shower.” Mattsun presses his lips against your cheek, then down the curve of your neck,his love quickly turning lewd. The sharp nip of teeth surprises you, driving you further into his arms. “You smell so good and you’re so soft-”
“But then I’ll get sweaty again and need another shower in the morning.” You press both hands against his chest, unsuccessfully trying to keep your distance. Your husband’s curls tickle against your neck as he silently chuckles to himself, worming his knee in between your thighs. With height alone he can manhandle you, reaching and grabbing wherever he wants. “I thought you liked me dirty.”
“You have a point– I do like the nasty, sweaty thing.” At that, the velvet heat of his tongue flicks out and drags across your collarbone. You squeal and wiggle, equal parts ticklish and turned on. “When you’re all salty and-”
“Issei!”
You both dissolve into real laughter. His hands keep exploring, kneading and pulling your ass, exploring the plane of your back, and sneaking around to roll your tits in his hands.
Suddenly Mattsun stops, frozen mid-squeeze.
“Oh, man,” he says, eyes wide, as he realizes what this means. “If we do it now, I can do laundry afterward so we can get real messy and still sleep on clean sheets.”
He grins down at you. “No sleeping on the wet spot! Planning sex fucking rules.”
“Stop, I’m already horny,” you say, half joking, “Keep talking about doing chores and I’ll cum.”
“And people say marriage ruins your sex life.” Mattsun lets you go and brings his hand down against your ass, hard enough you yelp at the sting and stumble forward. “Get in that bed and I’ll dirty talk about vacuuming or something, you fucking freak.”
“You seem hornier than I am, weirdo!” you scold, skittering off towards the bedroom. Much slower footsteps echo behind you.
“Hey, you started it.”
Present Mic and his Aizawas <3 <3
This will probably be my new wallpaper from now on (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
AAAA SO CUTE!!!
Would you maybe draw EoW Zelda 👀
I haven’t played EOW yet but I love her design
wwaaaeeeww yes please!!!
"Smiling at the person that doesn't like me."
-Cheer for babies/And The Kids
Tw: Self deprecating thoughts, mostly sfw just angsty, alcoholic/smoker nikto
Nikto didn't like you. At least thats what you thought. You couldn't see behind the mask. You couldn't see the countless nights he's pondered getting down on his knees and begging you to have him, to kill him or let him live he'd let you decide.
A sinner to a judge, endlessly skewed only to be brought underneath your presence.
He prays you'll save him, sometimes just the thought of you saves him.
You save him from countless nights of blackout drinking. Saving him from endless chain-smoking. Save him from ending it all.
Sometimes he understands it. How he was raised, maybe they had it too.
Maybe they were as sick in the head as he was.
Maybe then he'd understand it all.
Oh how he'd treat you to the finest things if he could. Restrained by his own pride. What a useless thing he was told to upkeep. Would pride have saved him from countless beatings? Would pride have saved him from poison poured into his brain from his ears and tongue?
Would pride let him have you?
He should throw it all away really. Just ignore his own life and thoughts to be your toy. Its a fate befitting for him, something new, recycled.
Strip himself nude and prostrate himself for your amusement.
What foolish thoughts.
But it was befitting for him.
Maybe he could live at your feet. Rediscover ways to feel, teaching an old dog new tricks.
Maybe he should just be normal and treat you to a dinner date. It would he normal, maybe not to him but maybe to you.
Drink a couple wine glasses and eat, a compromise between him and you.
It sounds nice in theory but could he handle all that? Maybe for you he could.
Become nice and sweet for you, something better for you yet still his own person.
Fuck, you were changing him into a person.
He should smile back when you smile at him.
braid my hair f’ me (miles morales x blk!reader)
— the thoughts have been thunken. I thunked the thoughts
— made em real cute for y’all
— ⚠️: cursing, reader n miles being silly goof balls
the night was peaceful, with sounds of the city blaring outside of your open windows. you found yourself turning to your boyfriend to tell him all the gossip happening within your school, and he was actively listening and engaging with you in conversation. you showed him pictures on instagram of the people you were talking about so he could keep up with names and visuals, and it wasn’t until near the end of your gossiping when you realized miles stopped responding.
it looked like he’d zoned out completely, just looking in front of him with his eyebrows furrowed.
"baby?" you asked, snapping your fingers in his face.
like a wake up call, his head bobbed up to look at you with wide eyes. "hmm?"
"are you ok, think lost you for a sec," you snorted. miles contorted his face as she shook his head stuttering.
"it’s nothin' I jus- I mean- you think- ugh," miles groaned as his head flew back.
"it’s ok take your time," you teased with a small giggle. if miles was struggling to tell you something this hard, it was probably extremely embarrassing or he did something. you’d hoped it was the latter.
he sighed as he mumbled with his head hung low, "that guy— Tristan— you think his braids would look good on me?"
you looked at with unbelievably wide eyes and a look on your face that screamed "you’re joking." and it was in that moment you realized; oh my god, miles morales wants to get his hair done.
"y’know, I thought this day would never come," you mumbled looking at the ceiling.
you heard him suck his teeth and you looked back at him to see his back turned looking away from you bashfully. miles had never been bashful before.
it was then when you began to giggle uncontrollably. you leaned into your bed frame from where you were on the floor, and you just couldn’t contain your fit of laughter. once he thought the laughter had settled down, he asked, "yeah y-you done now?"
this only set you into another short-lived fit of laughter. you were laughing so hard and so loud, that miles swore your parents could hear you from downstairs.
soon enough, you were panting and coming down from your high only to face an unamused miles with his back facing you. you crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind.
"you know… I can braid your hair," you chirped. he looked back to see the side your face smooshed into his back with a grin.
after a beat of silence, you heard a soft "hm" from miles.
"that’s not a no," you said as you poked his shoulder. he thought about it for a second, whether or not it was a good idea to let you do this.
for the few months you guys have been dating he wouldn’t let you touch his head, claiming to be tender headed and that the only person allowed to braid his hair was his mother. he said that she had “the touch.”
"she’s just the only person who’s soft on my head!"
"miles have you ever even gone to anyone besides your mom?" you asked in disbelief.
"…no"
since then, you’ve let it go after much teasing and humiliation towards your boyfriend.
"imma just ask my mom if she’ll braid it—"
"milesss c’monnnn! I swear i’ll get you looking right and I won’t grip too hard. please?" you pleaded. you hooked your finger under his chin to guide his eyes to your pleading one’s. for a second he looked unamused, but then you swore you saw his lip twitch upward.
"ok, fine. I will allow you to braid my hair just this once." baffled were you at this sentence as you pulled away from him.
"ALLOW ME?! baby say it with your chest, you know damn well you WANT me to braid your head," you sassed.
he chucked, "actin’ like you ain’t just beg me to let you braid my hair-"
"ahhhhh that never happened! I am erasing your memory, that never happened. you WANT me to braid your hair," you quickly said as you rubbed his scalp imitating mind control.
miles laughed as he grabbed your hands as he led you to the bathroom with him.
after making miles sit in a chair for 15 minutes under your sink, and running shampoos and conditioners throughout his scalp, it was time to blow dry.
you sat him down in your bedroom near your dresser with all the supplies laid on the table.
miles shifted uncomfortably in his chair and he kept looking back at you plugging in the dryer with worry in his eyes.
"miles, the blow dryer will not blow you away. you have nothing to worry about," your voice dragged. you watched in amusement as he dragged his hand down his face and a deep sign came from his mouth.
not turning the dryer on just yet, you got to work on parting his hair into fourths, clipping back sections as you went on. finally, it was time for my miles to face his biggest fear; the blow dryer.
he heard the whirlwind sound as soon as you flipped the switch. he winced once he felt the warm air coming to his scalp, "WAIT!"
"lord have mercy," you said over the blow dryer. you turned it off completely. "what is it miles?"
"w-what about heat protectant?" he stuttered as he puffed out his chest. you sucked your teeth as you walked to your bathroom to find heat protectant. you could hear miles’ soft sigh as you left the room.
walking back with the spray, you sprayed miles head as you told him, "you know the faster we blow dry, the faster all of this will be over right?"
"alright, alright-" he threw his hands up in defense and tilted his head. "-simplemente no tires demasiado fuerte por favor."
you squinted your eyes in thought as you tried to translate in your head, and after a second you understood.
"you have nothing to worry about, I got most of the tangles out of your hair when washing. this should go smoothly."
and smoothly it did… except for the fact that miles couldn’t stop bobbing his head all over the place. you kept having to grab his head to keep it upright with the blow dryer. "miles keep still, jesus!"
"what d’you think i’m tryna do?"
once blow drying was over, you turned miles head up to face you looking down at him from his sitting position. "that wasn’t so bad now was it?"
"hmm nooo," he groaned. you bent down to meet his lips for a small kiss, thanking him for his (very difficult) cooperation.
taking his hair out of all the clips, you got to parting six equal sections of hair to braid. as you parted you made sure to add zig-zag patterns with your comb, just to give his braids a little flavor. as you clipped off the sectioned parts of his hair to start braiding you checked to see if miles was okay to start
"you ready baby?" he said nothing.
"miles?" you asked again. when you heard no response, you walked over to check on him. what you saw was truly a sight to behold—
there was miles, shut eyed and breathing slowed with his mouth slightly opened. "I made him fall asleep," you thought to yourself. quickly, you stumbled over to your bed and found your phone. snapping a picture of him in this state, you giggled as you went to instagram to edit in a pink heart next to him and save it at your new lock screen.
swiftly placing your phone on the dresser along with all your hair supplies, we went back to doing his hair. you opened up some hair grease and gel as you went to work.
"miles," you shook him awake. "miles, baby wake up."
stirring out of the deep slumber you put him in, he stretched his long limbs as he looked around for a second confused.
"finished?" he asked groggily. you noticed his voice was scratchy and deep, still laced with sleep. you turned him around in his chair for him to come face to face with your dresser mirror.
his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed to make a small "o" shape as he looked at himself in the mirror.
running his hands across the top of his head he exclaimed, “damn mami.”
"eek-! you like them?" you smiled as you bent over his chair to wrap your arms around his neck.
"of course I do, these are clean," he answered. he turned his head to face your cheek as he kissed you.
"ouu lemme take a picture," you said. you grabbed your phone from off the dresser. you unlocked the phone, but before you could open the camera app, miles caught a glimpse of your lock screen.
"um-! when the hell did you take that??"
— i am an avid user of the pink heart emoji
— 🩷
— took me a while to decide whether or not I wanted this to be an e42 or e1610 miles fic 😞
— tbh it could easily be both
— @laylasbunbunny @ulovejayy @all444miles @nagi3seastorm
Hear ye hear ye... zaun Viktor!
I saw this post by @misforvendetta , which inspired me to work on something I already had in mind. This of course is a personal interpretation, I like every zaun Viktor designs I come across. This was so fun to draw, I might do more in the future.
The general concept is that he works at Benzo's shop and finds Jayce there, who is trying to buy cheaper products for his research. Hence why his crutch and brace stay the same, Jayce still builds them for him. I am well aware he used a cane when Powder was still a child, I just added her later bc I thought it was cute (she deserves a cool uncle she can make inventions with) and didn't have enough energy to fix the whole thing, my hand was hurting like a bitch.
Here are two close ups:
☁️Paint the sky in your image🎨
illusion911: Art by @lindsayrapp “Emanate” Motion by TheGlitch @illusion911 illusion911: Art by @lindsayrapp “Emanate” Motion by TheGlitch @illusion911
Art by @lindsayrapp “Emanate” Motion by TheGlitch @illusion911
🍃We never notice the beauty because we are too busy trying to create it. 🌷
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