#::tibby cw

[unsoundnovel]

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape. //for iron bull~

"You're embarrassing me in front of my men," The Bull tuts, voice rough as it is warm, a secondhand worn leather belt around the waist with pock marks from age and use, inviting even as he admonishes her and them both. And yet he leans his forehead gentle, near reverent against the bars of the cage anyway, idly watches her fingers twirl and poke the lockpick into the key. They almost blur, how many fingers does she have, a dark orange nickelodeon in the light, five cents for five little moving pictures layered on top of each other, swirling. Five, four, seven, nine, ten? What a shitty spy The Iron Bull makes. His people weep, he smiles deeper and drunker, grey cheeks creasing further still, both a cat and curdled cream at the thought.

The bars are moist with dew and sweat and cool to the touch against the low, damp heat of the torches on the wall. It was a beautiful, raucous summer night, when they were all arrested for indecency. He can still hear the crickets, still hear the echoes of the Whistle’s music and stomping boots and his own loud crooning in wicked foreign tongues in the insects' loud leg violining calling them outside. Bull's chest is soft and relaxed as he slouches forward. His skin only pricks awake when he gently hefts his whole weight in her direction, his perpetual lazy swagger. It's a gesture that shows more exhaustion than he feels. But he always feels tired. He's not half the man he used to be, anymore.

"We had a plan, you know."

Drunken Chargers peek open an eye from under or over their arms on the ground. Some have formed a neat, ritual-sacrifice circle star of heads on thighs or ale-round stomachs. Others just slump back, dead to the world as they snore and slurp wet drool spittle down flushed cheeks, backs against the wall, feet splayed in front, heads somewhere vaguely in the messy dreamland in between.

"Cell's cheaper than an inn. Some of em smell better, too."

Bull scratches the tip of his horn against the metal bars like an antler against tree bark, a blade against whetstone, his eye flickering over to the real target, here, a Tal-Vashoth "mercenary" who knows too much.

The young man, no more than twenty, with big, soft, wet eyes, and scarred and mangled flesh around his broken horn nubs, looks at him, wide-eyed with fear, his top-skinny arms around his trembling knees, shaking, the silent hiccups down the streak of tears making him seem to jolt and reverb like popcorn popped. He pissed himself hours ago, and he reeks of that and anxiety sweat. Of course, that smell could just be one of The Chargers. They could all use a good bath after all this.

When the kid blinks, its like flinching, like he's slapping himself to stay awake, and the tears just keep flowing, silent wave after silent wave that could make the ocean jealous in their grey eternity. Bull wonders if the kid wants to be dead. Bull wonders if he wants to kill him. But that's a story for the morning.

The Bull sticks a finger out between the bars. He hasn't decided if he wants to leave yet. This makes their plan a little messy. It'd be easier just to tell her to leave, that they planned to leave on their own time after….

His finger puckers towards the boy, a sour lemon squeeze. "You gonna help my little buddy out, too?" He grins at him.

The kid gasps and kicks himself, squirming, crawling to the back of the cell.

There is…. Probably more afoot here than the ex-warden commander knows.

Things just got a lot more complicated for them both.

#dwylafn #this is pre inquisition teehees #::tibby cw #::da cw

[forestfan69]

Moira and Gabe appearance headcanons 😸😸 Also slight body horror warning bcus there’s some slight body horror (not much)

#cw body horror #I would have done moiras front half too but I don’t really have much to say abt it #just imagine half her chest being purple?? idk #purple tibby 😽

[sylvctica]

i never again want to make reference sheets NHFSDNFDSHGH ( which i will need to for one more oc )

mad respect for the people who do ref sheets frequently and/or do commissions for them

as an addition: although sylvie is beefy and defined, when relaxed they do look more akin to how this guy does + it includes an explanation in how relaxed muscles can just look soft

#[ yes that's a zl censor ] #[ no there isnt anything under there ] #[ i just thought it'd be funny ] #[ that and it looks a lil odd w/hair there but nothing else ] #OOC // MY ART. #SYLVIE // ARBORUM DEI. #[ mostly for tibbie and ass ] #suggestive cw

[krys-loves-otome]

colored in some doodles of my ikevamp oc Abby and Vincent.

Also featuring some Theocona handholding "arm-wrestling"

#krys's advetures in art #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #abigail clarke (oc) #vincent van gogh (ikevamp) #I'm thinking of starting a trend where when I wanna post my oc art #but there's tiddies involved #as is sometime wont to happen #I just post their pet as an emoji over the tibbies and what have you #so I can post the art without fear #so houki would get grey cats #ophelia would get weasels #thea would get dogs #maddie would get owls #clara already got a fox lol #now abby got a sunglasses raccoon #not sure what I would do for Miri tho #we'll figure it out later #most likely something that makes me laugh #cw: pregnancy

[brobloxx]

HOWWWW

#roblox #robloxians gone wild #tw nudity #cw nudity #she got some tibbies #the open space

[just-kuu]

🌸Lilith Louhi💌

#tibbies #cw suggestive #artists on tumblr #Don't use without credit/permission #monster prom #monster prom oc

[techkissee]

🔞 NSFW ART, 18+ ONLY🔞

Pinup-type drawings of my various beloved objects' object head designs in varying levels of tastefulness

CWs- Nudity, BDSM/fetish gear, nullo bulge

In order from left to right, top to bottom:

-Tibby (he/they)

-Pippa (she/her/any)

-Lucky (he/him)

-Paradox (any)

Individual pics:

#these r not good height references theyre just kinda squeezed in there together #18+ only #nsft #🔞 #objectum #tibby meadowsweet #pippa casio #lucky nova #paradox puzzle #puter putter #📻 #💨 #💻 #📡 #☎️

[tripletorney]

He loves his little girl!💗

(CW// Trans Masc Tibbies, Degrading language)

Welp… they love each other…

#ace attorney #aa fanart #phoenix wright #beanix #beanix wright #trucy wright #kristoph gavin #aa vongole

[jackaycola]

(CW // blood, being beheaded - speedpaint)

mickey a and doctor tibby in the black rock. wonder what they are up to!

speedpaint underneath

[unsoundnovel]

THE IRON BULL: BG3 VERSE.

MARQUESS HISSRAD of AVERNUS. son of DUKE ARIQUN, under ARCHDUCHESS ZARIEL

known formally and informally as: THE IRON BULL.

like if interested in interacting in this verse, u know the drill!

CAMBION. the son of a TYMORA tiefling priestess turned ZARIEL worshipper, and DUKE ARIQUN, who came to her when her Goddess seemed to abandon her.

THE IRON BULL performs many tasks. He’s a General in The Blood War, who happens to have enough charm to form alliances between warlords. He’s hand of his Father—who is hand himself to ZARIEL, though he constantly schemes against her. But The Iron Bull is known far and wide throughout the Hells for two things besides the massive amounts of demons he’s slain. His time spent in Abriymoch—the legendary Pleasure City of Plegythos—where his performance and gambling habits were just as legendary—and his fabulous grift on the surface.

His Mother, leader of a band of Zariel cultists—go around from Temple to temple, pillaging, fighting, in search of new adventures and the spoils of them they were never given by Tymora. In comes her special, big little boy in the guise of a tiefling—to whisper you sweet nothings and sweet promises to the desperate and the needy. Your God couldn’t help you. But I can, my Father can, Zariel can.

The warlocks under The Bull’s charge are called, well, THE CHARGERS. Between you and him, his Father has a distaste for how lenient Bull is with the mortals. He mourns when they die, he helps them live well beyond their means, and he treats them well. Some even think of him as a friend, a lover, or a Father.

The Krem of the crop help their friends make more contracts with Bull.

They know what happens, when they die. They’re willing to serve under him in Hell, too.

Bull doesn’t know at what point that started to mean something to him.

For this reason, he prefers the selfish, evil bastards like himself.

There are a few potential ways to recruit him. The easiest way is, of course, getting into contact with the mercenary band, THE CHARGERS, who are currently tasked with shuffling the Tieflings from Elturel to Baldur’s Gate. The fact that they’re connected to a devil is secret—but after Wyll is transformed, and Raphael has revealed himself, The Chargers will offer up their secret—the secret they think will help you defeat The Goblins. Dad Bull will help you, for no price—as long as The Chargers are with you, and he can “get one over on that prick Raphael.” The fact that he’s really here to keep an eye on you, Wyll, Raphael, his investment in his lovable gang, and this whole Elder brain situation…. well, that’s just a bonus.

The second way is for an evil-aligned or evil-aligned party, where you either kill The Chargers along with the grove, or they are all killed some other way, and you meet The Iron Bull in an abandoned house of Tymora in the Shadowlands. He pretends to be praying. And maybe he sincerely is grieving. But he’s mostly there to charm you and seduce you, at very low cost to himself. He offers to join your party—this time, in place of Wyll, as Mizora/Zariel was using Wyll to spy on the party. You can make a pact with him—or you can not, but he’s here to see this adventure through, to the end.

Also, he likes to dress as a priest, because Hot Priest! He lives for the Drama.

#::tibby cw #::da cw #::bg3 cw

[b4ll4d33r-06]

NO MARIELLA OR TSP ART BUT I HAVE MY SILLY LITTLE GAY PPL OCS

hugo (firsf panel) is a loser in love w her gf btw. absolute failure.

tfw ur wife is insane over u showing a lil emotion while u two hav a sparring match.

this is so funny theyre the most functional and sane (both as individuals and as a relationship) but hugo jus likes being dramatic. also hes the average philosophy major. wackass fuckin hag.

cw under the cut, slight undefined nvdity. nothing much jus tibbies nd like some top surgery scars.

shes so tired of her :333

#should i make a tag for this... #sillies but by me #thats rhe besf ull get im sorry #anw ion hav much context for these ocs except for their personalities and some backstory imnsrill rewriting #anw the series name is cadaver hospital so make do w rhat what u will #candygore silliness is the main aspect of the series btw :33 #this is so funny im so insane iver them they literally appear maybe like 3 times in the first book of the series #i also made these ocs when i was like. 11. so im reworking sm #next up in line r probably the puppy nurse the traumatised pharmacist nd uhhh normal teacher whos a normal home economics teacher. #hugo and lav r jus a philosophy liker writer nd a fucken receptionist. #thats all they r. #k may have drawn rhem w them being hyped up #theyre not its just two girlfails uhh failing. #she/he any for hugo and she/they for lav btw #lav drc but like in a idk shes jus what ive been feelin like but if u wanna use other do whtvr but she they ig #hugos is more of idk dare to guess bender of all social rules regarding gender #the fuck gender wives

[lo-fi-charming]

some jmarts from twitter, drawn as requests

#tma #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #bare chest cw #jon got his tibbies out again watch out #the first req was 'martin holding jon' #the second was bathtimes

[hemo--goblins]

I think discovering his semblance probably convinced him that he’s made to hurt people

#tyrian callows #vegart #rwby #blood cw #younger tyrian in the circus brings me much joy #he can have little a tibby. as a treat

[tiberiusmadhouse]

Blog Update Announcement

Long time no see my darlin’s. Life’s a bitch and a half, but I’ve come back with new muses. List is here , Still working on getting all the character pages done because I’m picky. But there’s a sorter for all sorts of categories now to make it a bit easier. 

#tibby cw for my best frenemy ( mun post ) #one day i'll just leave my blog pages alone #but i'm a slur for the asthetic

[tibbygetsrekt]

         Guess who went to their first Pride today! Guess who also has HELLA social anxiety but was determined to do it anyways? This guy. So while I was at work trying not to think about it I wrote a thing! And then I went to Pride in South Dakota of all places and it was pretty damned amazing tbh. Anyways fic using self insert in the TF2 fandom with Heavy below the cut. 

Ta, Tiberius

“Assassin?’

     They heard the team calling for them, but couldn’t move. They were exhausted. From smiling, from everyone being too close, being touched, touching other people. They were wore the fuck out and had no inclination to answer anyone. Instead they were curled up inside the crate that Sasha was resting on.

     It was safe there, no one would touch Sasha, and would avoid the room to make sure Heavy didn’t think that they touched Sasha. Moving to lay on their stomach, Assassin dropped their head onto their arm, thumb pressing the volume up on their phone, music crooning through their ears, and just tried to make the world go away.

     And didn’t realize they’d fallen asleep until vibrations coming through the ground alerted them to someone coming. To be honest they weren’t even sure the team liked them, they always seemed to be on, always loud, always on some other bullshit. But they couldn’t help themselves being surrounded all the time with so many people. Even three people could be considered too many.

     Turning the music down to be able to actually hear, they lifted their head and fought the urge to scoot back in the crate. Don’t move and they’ll go away, don’t speak and they won’t hear you. The light flicked on, and Assassin flinched, blinking a few times before being able to see properly.

     There was one person who would go near Sasha, watching Heavy’s boots begin walking towards the crate. Trying to make themselves smaller despite the fact he couldn’t see them, Assassin could still feel their anxiety digging its claws into the back of their neck.

“I know you are here, Assassin.’

     They didn’t answer, feeling their throat clench as the anxiety spiked all over again. They trusted Heavy, even when he was furious he’d never actually kill them. But the idea of those hands touching them, even just to drag them out of the box made them feel panicked. The boots moved out of sight, and part of them relaxed, a small part that was dumb and thought out of sight meant safe.

     Assassin’s phone fell from their hand as Sasha was moved, the crate rocking. Looking up they saw Heavy’s fingers curl around the lip of the crate and only had a moment to realize what he meant to do before their world shifted as he flipped the crate upright. Without a side of the box to block the bulb, it was too bright, and Assassin’s eyes teared up, crouching down in the crate and covering their head with both arms.

“Ah… it is that time.’

     They heard something that didn’t make much sense, a few things, and they yanked out their earbuds trying to rally the outlandish personality they put on for the rest of the team. But they hadn’t had enough time to recharge their battery.

     Lightbulb, shattered. Chair, dragged. Heavy, sat. Their mind finally registered the sounds they’d heard, wiping at their face hurriedly before lifting their head again. It was dark in the room, but they could make out Heavy’s silhouette above them, his arms crossed on the rim of the crate.

“Did you eat today?’

“No.’ They scowled up at his grunt. “I wasn’t hungry.’

“You are never hungry when you should be, toksichnyy tsvetok.’

     That was fair, Assassin wrapping their earbuds and cord around their phone. But they stayed crouched low in the box, even though their body was screaming for a hug. It was also still screaming don’t touch me, and Assassin sniffled against their better judgment. Heel of their hand swiping at their cheeks, they reached up to grab the opposite lip of the crate and stood to perch on it.

“How did you know where to find me?’

“When you were not on the fridge, or in the rafters, or any of your other ridiculous places, I thought you might be… dealing.’

“That’s a nice way of putting it, yeah.’ Sniffing, swiping at their nose with their wrist, they could still hear the rest of the team calling for them.

“I do not understand your other places, you hate heights. Very much. Why?’

“Because I hate that I hate them, I didn’t used to.’

“Ah, facing your fears. That is a good thing.’ He still hadn’t moved, and they suddenly realized that he was talking softly.

“And if I jump you catch me.’ They added, a poor effort to put back on the over enthusiastic mask they wore. The smile didn’t last a second, their hand slowly moving towards where his arms were stacked before pulling back. “And, y’know because I sometimes pretend I fell and you caught me.’

“I will always catch you.’

     Their chest clenched tightly, feeling the hot prick of tears in their eyes.

“Well I am a trained assassin, dontcha know, I could probably pull off a three point landing if I wanted.’

“Yes, and ruin your knees for your old age.’

     They couldn’t argue that, legs swinging gently, heels lightly thumping against the box. Outside the door they heard someone run past calling for them, and froze, head snapping towards the door in case they came back to check the room. They didn’t, and Assassin slowly relaxed again, looking back towards Heavy’s silhouette.

“You are feeling a little better, yes?’

“Yeah, no I’m feeling a lot better.’ They lied, a tight smile he couldn’t see. “Just needed a bit of quiet to get my head back together, y’know.’

“I do know.’ He chuckled. “It’s always amusing watching you lose the battle, because you never seem to notice until it is too late.’

“So glad I can amuse you, Heavy. My only life mission.’

“I know it’s bad, that you are hurting yourself, but the little twitches, and too bright smiles, they are amusing.’

“No, yeah no I get it. A laugh riot, eh.’ Swinging their legs over the crate’s side to get out of the box entirely, they were caught off guard by hands wrapping around their waist.

     Reacting, they squirmed and twisted, feet straining to touch ground, Assassin let out a cough when they were suddenly hugged tightly.

“Jeez! What is this?’ More squirming did nothing, finally going limp as they crossed their arms over their chest.

“It is better I laugh at this then get concerned.’ Heavy’s chin rested on their shoulder, ignoring their sulking. “When I get concerned I get angry, and I would begin punching anyone who cannot tell you need to get away.’

“Oh.’

     They could see that happening, Heavy suddenly punching Soldier in the face for being too loud, Scout for how fast he was talking, Medic for getting into their personal space, Spy for staring too long… the entire fort would find itself flipped upside out.

“You’d do that for me?’ Unaware that they were rubbing their cheek against his, Assassin tried to shake the image of Heavy on a rampage. “You’ve known them longer though-’

“Which is why I try to find your pain cute, so I do not murder my comrades.’

“That’s… oofta that’s so sweet!’ Dramatically laying a hand over their heart, Assassin laughed when he grunted and put them down finally.

     Turning they reached up to cup his face, going on tip toe to press a kiss to his lower lip. They weren’t prepared to find themself crushed against him, his arms right as he hugged them.

“I worry that one day you will leave and not find your way back on a very bad day.’

“What? That’s crazy talk, yeah? I’m like a wild cat you fed, and now you’re stuck with me.’ Arms wrapping around his shoulders, they nuzzled against his neck. It was hard to be scared of anything when Heavy held them.

“You need a safe word.’

“I have one! It’s Cary Grant, but I didn’t think you were into that sorta thing… Seems more Medic’s thing, or Scout… …. Maybe Spy.’

“Nyet, I mean for when everything becomes too much. Something for you to say, so I can help you leave before it gets really bad.’

“That’s…’ they wanted to say dumb, but… “Okay, so if I notice, then I should say… …. ……. I dunno?’

“Sasha.’ Assassin pulled back a bit, staring at him in the dark. “If it starts becoming too much you say Sasha, and I will chase you from the room. It will look like a game to our comrades. Or I will yell that you touched Sasha again and chase you from the room if you are pushing yourself too far.’

“I think you just like yelling at me, you big oaf.’ They let their head fall back onto his shoulder but didn’t sound angry, they sounded amused.

“You like my yelling.’ He said as he nuzzled their neck, finally putting them down. “You have very strange tastes, toksichnyy tsvetok.’

“I’m wired all sorts of wrong, so that’s no surprise.’ When Heavy began to move towards the door, they didn’t follow.

     He stopped, turning around.

“Can we stay here a bit longer?’

“Yes.’

     Going back to the chair he sat, reaching out to pull them to sit on his knee, an arm around their waist. Lifting their legs, they rested their feet on his other leg and leaned against him.

“This is not a good place to sleep.’

“I’m not sleepy, I just don’t want to-’

“When you are dealing, you get very tired. I will not be surprised when you fall asleep in a few minutes.’

“I will not!’

     But they did, not even five minutes sitting in the dark, cuddled close to Heavy’s chest, Assassin fell asleep, one hand clutching at Heavy’s shirt. Rolling his eyes, he tucked his other arm under their knees and stood. It took him a moment to get the door opened, lips twitching with amusement when Assassin shifted, pressing their face against his chest at the sudden light but didn’t wake.

“So you found them.’ Spy stated, a cigarette hanging from the edge of his mouth. “Curled up with your Sasha?’

“Yes.’

“Mm, I thought as much. You might want to hurry, Scout is due to run through here any moment looking for them.’

     Sighing, Heavy nodded and carried the sleeping assassin to his room and kicked the door shut. They refused to let go, so he sat down and awkwardly scooted back on his bed, laying down with them half sprawled across him. It wasn’t until after he was somewhat comfortable that he thought of the blanket he was laying on. His room was always cold, he liked it that way. And Assassin was from a cold state, and didn’t seem to mind at all as they shifted until their face was tucked against his neck.

“You are going to get cold, toksichnyy tsvetok.’ In response they cuddled closer.

     That was all he was going to get, Assassin mumbling nonsense in their sleep. Letting out an exasperated noise, Heavy rolled with an arm wrapped around them, and half laid across them instead, fighting a smile as they let out a soft contented noise. He would worry about the blanket later, it was good they were finally getting sleep.

#self insert #self shipping #tibby’s library ;; f/o fics #( bullets on the chessboard ) #anxiety cw #it was a really rough day #i don't like being around a ton of people #i hate being out in the sun at all #if you need me to go outside call my bitch ass at dusk

[jackaycola]

⚠️CW: blood, decapitation ⚠️

KOLLOK SPOILERS

Where’s your head at Marcus 🤣??

… or should I say Tibby.

#jackofass #kollok #kollok 1991 #kollok1991 #jackofasshcs #Tibby Devin #kollok 1991 art #Marcus bennet #jackofassart