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#;to kill you with a kiss
mcmissileproof · 8 months
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favorite hobby when I'm driving is to catch someone trying to climb up my back bumper while I'm going a completely reasonable speed and just slowly take my foot off the gas. you seem upset, brother. why don't we slow down and enjoy the view awhile
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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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so how about that durge
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porrigens · 1 month
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ryuji kisses for kiss ryuji day!
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iwasthenightingale · 9 months
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I will never be over the fact that for all the confusion and fear and panic and anger that goes through Aziraphale's face in the seconds after the kiss, for all the repressed feelings and the idiocy of his 'I forgive you', when Crowley walks away from him for what he thinks could be the last time he stutters out the softest, most desperately pleading '...no...'
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dizzybizz · 3 months
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"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"
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yrsonpurpose · 3 months
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"such a mouth on you!" 👀👄
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kkoct-ik · 5 months
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absolutely insane i get to draw headscarves again
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adriles · 1 year
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Wow some of you are really mad at me. Probably b/c i maimed & killed your friends, brothers, fathers, and sons on the field of battle. Thats ok though. Im fated to die soon
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foxtrotsicrra · 1 year
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing ( aggressively codependent yet emotionally unavailable )
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fkitwebhaal · 3 months
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Astarion: I need to manipulate someone to get these people to protect me
The entire party, after learning about Cazador: Hey, so we’re killing that guy right?
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vapidsoup · 8 months
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living in hinamizawa must be so fucking funny. its june 1983, youre hanging out with your friends in some fuckass village with zero (0) formal education institutions and being like yeah man im so hyped to go to the watanagashi festival and play the ring toss. hopefully nobody dies from the blood curse for the fifth consecutive year :/ anyways do these cicadas ever shut the fuck up or
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corffee · 10 months
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I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DONT DENY IT
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k-wame · 6 months
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The Kissing Booth Press
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La faccia infarina (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)
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Summary: In which Buggy swears at a child, draws on his face, and experiences a revelation. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Word Count: ~1.4k. Warnings: Pregnancy mention, childbirth mention, a lot of swearing.
A/N: i'm ovulating so please enjoy an episode of what i like to call Reproducing With Men Who Should Not Be Trusted With Children.
Doing his makeup is much easier when there's no distractions to occupy him. Unfortunately, he's got a big one today and, for once, it isn't you trying to get into his pants.
Though that exact scenario is definitely what resulted in this new distraction. It was either that or the time after the party.
"Don't even think about it," Buggy says firmly.
Keeda grabs a drawer and tries to yank it open. A disembodied foot gently nudges him away. The boy stares at him in indignation, then blows a raspberry. He reaches again, whining when the foot still bars his way.
Buggy raises a brow at him. "Getting fresh, huh?" Another raspberry. "Floor privileges revoked."
He picks the boy up by the collar and plops him in his lap. He squeaks and squeals, trying to squirm away, but Buggy holds him tight.
"Y'know, I liked you better when you were a prop," he says. He swipes his lipstick along his cheeks. "You'd just lay there and make noises and shit yourself. None of this 'trying to kill yourself when I'm not looking' shtick."
Keeda resigns himself to his prison and is now pouting, making little huffs. He glances up with big, pleading eyes, lower lip quivering.
Buggy scoffs. "Don't try that pathos crap on me. I know what you look like when you're about to cry."
A long, low whine makes Buggy falter. Uh oh. He glances down.
Keeda lunges upwards, trying to grab the lipstick. Buggy pops his hand off just out of reach -- this is the expensive stuff. Can't have a baby eating it. Again.
"What's gotten into you today?" Keeda lunges again. Buggy pops his second hand off to cap the lipstick and stick it back in the drawer. "Sheesh, kid. Cool it."
"Bappo," Keeda says with a glare. Baby for pay attention to me, asshole, I'm right here.
A lightbulb goes off. He pulls a bag of pigment sticks from the drawer and dumps them onto the table. "You want your face done like Daddy's?" He spins the boy around to face the vanity. "Pick your war paint."
Keeda scans the selection and, with short chubby fingers, he selects a blue pigment stick. He then tries to shove it in his mouth, but Buggy grabs it before he can chomp it.
Buggy smiles as he regards the color. He was wearing this when he met you -- diamonds over his eyes as he tried to kill you. From hating his guts to fucking him stupid to bearing his child. How times change.
He takes the boy's cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. He can't believe he's still so damn small. A year in and he figured he'd be more... child-sized. Buggy's still afraid a strong breeze will shatter the kid like glass.
With gentle hands, he draws. Short strokes are best on soft, chubby skin with a lot of give. Keeda gazes at him all the while. He's got your eyes, warm and dark as charcoal.
Buggy licks his thumb and smooths out the edges. Keeda presses into his touch like a cat and gives him a smile, one that he can't help but return.
The idea of fatherhood terrified him. Horrified him. He thought about turning himself into the Marines right then and there. If his old captain couldn't do it, how could he be expected to do it? He's not half as competent as everyone seems to believe and you know he's a buffoon. Why would you want to have his kid?
Buggy finishes the diamonds and spins the boy to face the mirror. "Well?"
Keeda squints at himself. He touches his reflection. After a moment of contemplation, he speaks. "Fsshala."
He's been saying that a lot lately. You keep telling him that it's just nonsense babbling, but Buggy knows the truth.
"I agree," he says. "Let's make it flashy!"
He spins the boy back around, making him giggle. Truly the world's most remarkable sound.
He still doesn't have an answer for why you put yourself through nine months of pure terror. Was it your selfish desire for a family? Or did you see a truth hidden deep in his soul, so deep that he had no idea it existed until he held his son for the first time, still bright pink and howling?
Carefully, he traces two long lines up from the tips of the diamonds. He crosses them at the middle of his forehead, curls them into a heart, and adorns it with dots.
As is, Keeda looks more like you. Your dark hair, your dark eyes... and your nose, thank fucking god. He couldn't live with himself if his monstrosity was inheritable.
He was worried at first. How could he be sure that he's your son's father? He trusts you, but there was always that doubt gnawing at the back of his head until a few months in, when Keeda started getting expressive. In every giggle, in every glower, in every grin, there was Buggy the Clown.
Speaking of smiles, his mouth looks a little bare. A nice golden yellow would suit him.
Buggy picks up the pigment stick in one hand and smushes the boy's cheeks together with the other. "Pucker up, buttercup."
Keeda squirms a bit as he paints his mouth, swirling the corners up into cute little spirals. He licks his lips and sputters. "Pfeh!"
Buggy chuckles. "Weren't like that last week. You loved the stuff." He lifts the boy and spins him around to see his reflection. "Now you're lookin' more like your old man."
Keeda stares at himself. He tips his head one way, then the other. His eyes narrow and his brows furrow. He lets out a low, pensive whine.
Oh no. Does he not like it? Is he going to cry? Please don't cry. "Wait wait wait." He turns him around and lifts him to stand on his lap. "Don't get upset--"
A little spark flashes in the boy's eyes. The frown vanishes and he reaches up, tiny fingers grabbing for something.
Buggy's gotten enough hair ripped out to jerk away on impulse. "Something on my face?"
A tiny hand baps him on the nose. Buggy flinches. Fuckin' thing in the way again.
He angles his head, waiting for Keeda to tap what he was really aiming for. And again, he gets bapped right on the nose.
...no. There's no way.
Another bap, this time with an impatient glower. "Isso," Keeda says firmly. Baby talk for this.
Buggy's heart is in his throat as he picks up the red pigment stick. With shaky hands, he outlines the boy's nose -- a cute little button -- and draws a circle.
He swallows thickly. He clenches his jaw. He turns him around.
Keeda's eyes widen, then scrunch into crescents as he lets out a delighted squeal. "Papa!" he says, grinning up at Buggy. He flops backwards back into his lap, giggling and wiggling. "Papa!"
He's not sure how long he sits there at the vanity, listening to his baby chatter happily, but it must be awhile because you eventually come calling.
"Oh, there you guys are,” you say. "You chuckleheads having fun without me?"
"Amama!" Keeda stands in Buggy's lap and waves at you. He points at the mirror. "Issoooooo."
You appear at Buggy's shoulder, grinning brilliantly. "Aw, look at you," you croon. "Did Daddy do your makeup? Or did you get into his shit when he wasn't looking?"
Buggy's voice comes out in a tight croak. "I did it."
"Well, damn, it looks great! You never do my makeup that well--" Your gaze flickers to him in the mirror, and your smile vanishes. "...Are you crying?"
He sniffles. Loudly. "No."
You give him one of your do-you-need-a-psych-eval looks. "Bugs, your mascara's running."
Something hot and wet rolls down to his chin. "No, it's not."
You look at his reflection in the mirror, then back to him. "Either smile or cry. Doing both is freaking me out."
He wraps his arms around Keeda, pulling him close and squeezing him tight. "Fuckin' love you so much, you little shit," he murmurs into his hair.
Keeda squeals and giggles.
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kristsune · 2 months
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I've been excited to hear from Mr. Bonzo since we first heard about him during the ARG, and goodness me, I was not disappointed. I just had to put a little post together for him. And of course, I cannot post this without mentioning the supremely excellent music and sound design.
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eggy-the-boy · 1 year
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*poking my blorbos with a stick* 
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