#enjoy ig

[applestruda]

Sometimes I forget to post what I draw

#anyways #uh #bad guy jim beloved will be missed #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #my art #i- #all ive drawn today is guys in bikinis #enjoy ig #new life smp #nlsmp

[petrichorium]

“you broke up with nagi?”

you yelp at the sound of a voice behind you as you leave your apartment, dropping your key as you spin around and clutch your purse instinctively.

it’s reo. he’s leaning against the half-wall across from your door, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with some kind of contemplative frown marring his features.

“mikage, fuck, you scared me.” the familiar face has you relaxing. he only continues to stare you down, and you realize that he’s actually looking for a response; you clear your throat and shift a little awkwardly. “uh, yeah. it just wasn’t working out.”

his frown deepens. it’s distinctly ugly, you think—the furrow of his brow, the way his nose crinkles.

it’s now that you take note of his clothes—the jumper he wears is a pretty blue, certainly costing more than six month’s rent, and the jeans are expertly fitted. this is a singular visit, he hasn’t stopped by on the way to his work. you figure he’s taken the day off; perhaps for this specifically, or perhaps to support nagi. it isn’t your business anymore.

nor are you reo’s business anymore.

“what are you doing here?”

you watch his brow furrow further, that contemplative frown returning in full force. his eyes dart to the side, lips pursed, and he crosses his arms again.

for half a moment, you watch him. when he neither moves nor begins to speak again you decide to finish locking up while he ponders whatever it is that’s nagging at him.

you turn, glancing down to scan the concrete floor for your dropped key. the glint catches your eye a few inches away from where it had fallen—you crouch to pick it up, acutely aware of the pencil skirt and heels you’re wearing for the office.

when you rise to your feet you feel reo at your back before it fully registers.

how he spanned the distance so quickly and silently is beyond you, though you’re inclined to blame those professional athlete abilities. it doesn’t much matter either way when you spin around and find that he’s now right before you.

you lurch backward, shoulders slamming into your closed door, staring at him and his proximity with wide eyes.

“mikage…“ you trail off as he tilts his head.

“do you think i hate you?” the words are off—quiet and absent-minded, like he’s talking to himself, not you. it’s only magnified by the way he stares not at your eyes but at your lips.

you swallow thickly. “i don’t really care. nagi liked me, that’s all that mattered.”

“you don’t care…” reo gives a little huff. he pulls away just slightly, eyes flitting sideways as his hand flies up to ruffle his hair.

“reo—“ you start, and then catch yourself, but the damage is done. his eyes widen and his arm drops and he draws closer, closing the distance in a single step. at the same time he reaches out with his hand to brace against the door behind you, trapping you between his arm and the barricade next to you. you forget how big he is until times like this—until he crowds you up with your back to the wall, and every bit of your vision is filled with him, and he’s so close you’re surrounded by the heat of his body and the smell of his nice luxury cologne.

“to be honest i always did hate when you were around.” you feel his laugh fan over your skin, warm and husky. “but when he told me you’d broken it off with him, i was furious.”

“reo,” you say again, and you’re not even certain what it is you’re pleading for anymore.

“all i could think to do was come here to see you, couldn’t tell you why, but now… well.” he’s careful not to touch you, only to hover, and that’s worse somehow—it has your heartbeat quickening, your stomach flipping. it has you turning your head away and inadvertently baring your neck to him, a motion he takes full advantage of as he dips his head to almost-but-not-quite brush lips against your pulsepoint, and your breath hitches, eyes closing. “now i understand it.”

“stop,” your voice is hoarse, almost breaking, “nagi—”

“push me away, then.” it’s low, whispered like a secret, and he still doesn’t touch you but he keeps you pinned here, a butterfly under glass. as if to prove this point he presses closer, one polished leather shoe sliding forward between your legs, his free hand sliding behind your back. “push me off. i’ll leave. or…”

he drags that featherlight touch up your neck, along your jaw; stops just over your lips, eyes heavy-lidded and halfway to closed. you feel the words against you more than you hear them, spoken so quietly—like if he doesn’t say it aloud it isn’t a betrayal of his best friend.

you could kiss me.

and, really, it’s on reo—nagi, you remind yourself, isn’t your responsibility anymore. reo is the one betraying him. when you press forward, no more than a centimeter, it’s that thought which propels you. when you reach out to tug him in with a fist bunching that handsome sweater, you disregard how much you still care about your still-fresh ex.

and when you come to your senses a fraction of a second later it doesn’t matter. reo surges after you, encouraged by the minuscule taste of a kiss that you’d given him. if you’d thought him overwhelming before it’s nothing like now, as his arms close in and he presses you flush between him and your own front door.

his hand slides in behind you and sprawls, hot and heavy, wide at the small of your back; the other finds your cheek, cradles it gently but insistently as he gives you no choice but to tilt your head up towards his for easier access. in the back of your mind you feel like a horrible person for comparing, but it’s difficult not to—reo’s kiss is desperate, fervent, stark contrast to the lazy way nagi always kissed you. it’s messy, with clacking teeth and a questing tongue and the obscenely loud sound of spit-slick lips. your head would have slammed into the solid wood behind you if not for his hand cushioning you, and you can’t help but melt into him, falling limp in his hold.

before long you’re forced to turn your head and break away for air, chest heaving as you catch the breath he’s stolen from your lungs. he has no such need. his mouth doesn’t leave your skin, but in the absence of yours he turns his attention to sucking what will inevitably be a deep, lewd mark just beneath your jaw at the pulsepoint he’d been so interested in before. and it hits you then, exactly why he’s fixated: months ago, it’d been a mark right there that had revealed your relationship with nagi to him.

the revelation snaps you out of whatever spell you’d been under and you yank your hand back from his chest like it’s been burned. it slams into the door handle, still yet to be locked by the key you clutch in your other—which gives you the only thought you can manage with your mind so fogged by the feeling of his lips on your neck. you still fumble a bit, but you turn it, let the door swing back from behind you and feel the swoop in the pit of your stomach that accompanies your body dropping.

now you thank everything for those pro athlete instincts, because just as quickly as your support falls away reo is there to wrap his arm securely around your waist and, before you can even react, turn the pair of you around so that you land on his chest and he takes the brunt of the fall.

“ow— fuck, are you okay?” he’s sprawled out on the floor of your foyer, one arm around your waist as he blinks away the shock. that jumper is ruffled, bunched up the side to give you a little peek at the taut expanse of skin beneath, as he rubs at the back of his head with his free hand. ironically, you think this suits him better than the stiff, polished mannerisms he typically employs. there’s a boyish charm to the wide, dazed look and the little purse of his lips, the way his hair is now mussed. you’re almost inclined to giggle before you remind yourself, quite sternly, that reo’s charisma has always been a little overwhelming even when he isn’t trying. still, you soften, even easing into his hand at your waist.

but then he pauses in his motions, and lifts his head, and his eyes jump to the now-still door before meeting yours—and you fling yourself back, breath hitching as you settle on your haunches as far away from him as you can manage in a single motion.

“was that on purpose?” he asks, leaning forward to sit up and reach out towards you, all wild-eyed and hazy. you scramble back even further.

there’s a glint to those eyes now that they’ve fallen on you, something you don’t dare to name. something that makes you want to slam the door in his face and never return to your own apartment for fear of what you’ve trapped within; something you’ve only ever seen when he’s looked at nagi but only now realize can be turned on someone else, something you hope desperately is a fluke.

(the following day, when you arrive at work to find your desk flooded with hundreds of deep purple roses, you know it was a futile hope.)

prequel

#reo x reader #reo x y/n #reo x you #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #mine.🌧 #char.🌧 reo #OKAY SDFHV OKAY THERE WE GO #if there r mistakes...... shaddup #JHSBDFJHB #i hope this isnt too tonally confusing #reader is Very Ambivalent okay we'll just blame it on that #and pretend it wasnt that i was very ambivalent abt how i wanted this to go LMFAOOOOOO #n e way #enjoy ig

[oswinsdolma]

merthur are like. you're a prat. you're an idiot. you're the only person i trust to understand me. you know my darkest secrets but still remain blind to my desires. you are bound to me by blood and bone. i had to rip myself away because the weight of your heart was crushing my lungs and i had almost forgotten how to breathe. i have known you from the moment i opened my eyes. i will never know the version of you that existed as a child. you are the reason i came to live. you were the birth of my own destruction. i recognise you in the shape of others' sleep. it's been so long i can barely remember the shadows of your face. you are the only real thing that has ever existed for me. you are the only part of me i can remember how to love.

#merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #it's been a while since i've posted one of these #enjoy ig

[laurenkmyers]

#vegaspete #vegas x pete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #biblebuild #vegaspeteedit #kpedit #thai bl #mine #i have no caption or excuse for this #enjoy ig

[sugarschnaps]

Guys I'm back on the grind except its trashy tcm emotes I made for a discord server

Feel free to use em, just make sure you hand over the credit where it's due innit

This is the part one bc there are... Many and more to come

(to clarify, Maria always has flowers in her hair when I draw her because I said so :P)

#tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #leland mckinney #art #leland tcm #johnny slaughter #digital art #johnny tcm #ana flores #ana tcm #maria tcm #maria flores #screams #local goober artist #I am serving my duty #enjoy ig #connie tcm #connie taylor

[bison-appreciation-club]

found these shitty ghosts memes i made back in 2021

#enjoy ig #feel free to use these btw #i don't care about credit with these they're just some Things #bbc ghosts memes #bbc ghosts

[b3an0]

Have this while I work on this amv

Hope y’all enjoy angst btw ;)

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens animation #not the kiss scene totally #Hehe #ima demon #I lied >:] #Suck it #enjoy ig #:) #artists on tumblr #art #aziracrow #aziracrow angst #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands angst #Crowley #Aziraphale

[himbionn]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Me: what if the two bitches that hate each other became supernatural and kissed

#invincible #invincible fanart #mark grayson #rex splode #markrex #we can thank the invincible server I’m in for this #enemies to lovers type beat #watch this become a fully fledged au #i need to draw vampire Nolan now #also Rex leaves at least one bite on Mark at all times #can we tell I like the supernatural #just let the boys kiss #Mark the Brat Tamer 2023 #takes after his mom fr #got the attitude of his dad still tho #anyways #enjoy ig

[furcoveredinblood]

valentines day profile pics for you gay maggots <3

#credit isn't mandatory but greatly appreciated #enjoy ig #im really tired rn sorry im not very enthusiastic about this #it's 2 am #slipknot #sid wilson #joey jordison #paul gray #chris fehn #jim root #craig jones #shawn clown crahan #mick thomson #corey taylor #mate feed queue repeat

[delusional-mishaps]

* Would you share a drink with him?

#nightmare sans x reader #nightmare x reader #nightmare sans #nightmare #my art #jesters art #im gfoing insane i literally just wanted to draw his tentacles for some reason girl help #i dont even like him that much LMFAO #enjoy ig

[dumpsterfireofsubtext]

Avatrice 1930s AU snippet

Easy, Beatrice thought, kissing Ava. Easy, she thought, tasting Ava’s faintly buttery lips. “Easy,” she said aloud, and ever so gently tugged Ava’s shirt up and out from where it had been tucked into her shorts. Her hands slid easily over Ava’s stomach; both of them were hot and damp with sweat from the humidity. The contact did not make Ava shiver, but rather it made her fall further into Beatrice and sigh.

In a move similar to the one she had done in the morning, Beatrice slipped her fingers between the waistband of Ava’s shorts and the skin of Ava’s stomach. Again, Ava felt the hard press of Beatrice’s ring against her flesh, except now it was warm from their shared body heat, when in the morning it had been startlingly cool.

“Easy,” Ava said back, and she smiled against Beatrice’s mouth.

The deep, verdant peace of the greenhouse was abruptly shattered by a voice yodelling through the greenery. 

“Yoohoo!”

Beatrice and Ava, in their collective shock, leapt apart like two tightly wound springs.

Beatrice dodged the irises behind her by mere centimetres and only slightly clipped her ankle against the table. With that catastrophe avoided, she then promptly stumbled back into a hanging pot of dangling red hot cat’s tails, whose flopping tendrils slapped directly into her open mouth and made her cough. 

Ava did not dodge the irises; she careened back-first into the plant pot behind her, making it rock dangerously on its plate and crumble dirt onto her shirt.

Someone was walking crisply, though cautiously, down the aisle towards them. Ava extracted herself from the plant pot, hastily brushing her shirt free of loose soil and tucking it back in her shorts. She had no time to check on Beatrice because just then Michael appeared, shouldering through the jungle of overhanging flora and smiling broadly.

As soon as she saw him, Ava relaxed her shoulders and practically wheezed out, “Michael. You scared me.” Though Ava realised, belatedly, that it really couldn’t have been anybody else; she didn’t know many people who actually said yoohoo with a serious face –well, apart from Michael, apparently. 

“Did I?” Michael’s brows locked together as he gazed from Ava to Beatrice.

Ava had gotten over her shock significantly faster than Beatrice, and so she turned and began tugging at Beatrice’s sleeve to get her attention. “Bea,” she hissed.

“Yes? What?” Beatrice replied absently. She was in the middle of the arduous task of methodically picking little red bits of flower fluff off of her tongue and hadn’t quite noticed what was going on around her.

Ava shot Michael a quick apologetic smile that seemed to say, Oh, typical Beatrice. You know how she is, always grazing on the Acalyphas. Then she turned her back on him to collar Beatrice. “Michael,” she whispered savagely out of the very confines of her mouth, punctuating the two syllables with icy insinuation.

Beatirce’s eyes widened, and she peered over Ava’s shoulder to smile uneasily at Michael, who, entirely unperturbed, waved back at her with a winsome smile. Beatrice hastily spat out a few more bits of flower and moved to stand beside Ava rather than in front.

“Well!” Michael said. “Beatrice and Miss Silva! I’m glad I caught you both.” 

Beatrice gulped down a final mouthful of cat's tails and turned a concerning shade of grey. “Caught?” she said waveringly. Her voice had taken on the tremulous quality of an innocent man receiving a guilty sentence.

“I heard noise coming from the greenhouse and noticed that the door was open. I thought the blasted foxes had gotten in again.” Michael, as oblivious and jocular as ever, was bouncing merrily on the balls of his feet, looking pleased to see them.

Beatrice, whose brief fit of terror at the thought of having been caught red-handed spooning behind the curtains had passed, cooled into irony, and she said, dryly, “Our mistake,” which Ava promptly elbowed her in the ribs for.

“Was there anything you needed me for?” Ava asked. “Something about my proposals?”

“Oh, yes,” Michael said, snapping his fingers. “I mean, no. I’ve come to invite you both for drinks this afternoon. We left off so strangely the other day. Besides, you two are jollier company than Koi fish.”

Beatrice blinked aggressively in Michael’s direction, but Ava, taking her to the side again, smiled lopsidedly and said under her breath, “Come on, Bea. Lets.”

Beatrice shot a few more hostile blinks at Michael before inclining her head and saying, “Five O'clock.”

Ava broke out into an irrepressibly glorious smile, and, forgetting herself (or rather, remembering herself and why she liked Beatrice such a tremendous amount), she bounced up and gave Beatrice a smacking kiss on the cheek. 

Michael turned from where he had been inspecting a slightly crooked iris and clapped his hands. “Five O’clock,” he said. “Excellent. I’ll tell Gordon to set up the terrace.”

And so Beatrice was left gulping and blinking amidst the cat’s tails, trailing slack-jawed after Ava and Michael as the two of them discussed what cocktails they would mix.

#wanted to get this out there because its been a month since i updated it oops #well #anyway whatever #enjoy ig #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #1930s au #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic

[snazzyladreal]

Random dee twin headcanons pt.2

Part 1 here

They both have the waddle dee ‘walk in a linear path’ instinct that causes them to just kinda wander around, head 99% empty

they have gotten lost this way(lost in that no one else could find them, they somehow always get back home mostly unharmed)

Now whenever that’s about to happen, Dedede just holds Bandee in the crook of his arm so they can’t go anywhere

they were born in a small village kinda hidden in the hills, but sometime when they were like 2-5 years old it burnt down somehow

they were the only known survivors

you’ll never guess who saved them

Morpho Knight itself took them out of the wreckage and left them in a place where another village could take them in

they both suppressed the memories and have ptsd 👍

also Bandee has a small head scar from the fire

now for a tone shift

Bandee knows several different languages and sometimes switches languages mid conversation to fuck with people

he can and will call you a dumbass in several languages

Sailor is just the smartest on the Halberd, still dumb but has the most common sense and knows the most about mechanics

in the Kirby Clash games, they’re basically the last ‘normal/basic’ waddle dees left

also they’re more directly kinda adopted by Morpho

you can see Sailor running after a butterfly in the background, it’s the grim reaper playing with it’s technically adopted daughter fight me

Kirby once bought a toy mouse to see what Bandee would do

cat like things happened

in general - waddle dees have a weird ass behavior mix of dogs, cats, and donkeys, and it is very confusing but cute

Bandee has some chronic fatigue symptoms, it’s pretty much the only reason they actually rest at all

Most common is just resting more and having headaches, tho they can also get brain fog

Sailor can hyperfixate on working(on machines) for so long that they’ve passed out before

Her ‘record’ is 11 hours basically completely renovating/fixing Heavy Lobster

It is a problem

Sailor started having flashbacks when she was the last one on the Halberd

Bandee had a bad time when Waddle Dee Twin was destroyed

and the Forgo Dedede battle-

they do get through it tho because Bandee’s a badass who’s been through therapy

and I can’t come up with anymore rn so enjoy lmao

#snazz’s headcanons #bandana waddle dee #bandana dee #sailor dee #sailor waddle dee #super kirby clash #team kirby clash deluxe #kirby headcanons #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #snazz screams #enjoy ig

[love-death-and-desert]

i've been listening to funkytown for the past two hours non-stop

#hermitshipping #bloodmoon tntduo kiss sure is a concept. #enjoy ig #sun post

[c0nsumemy5oul]

You Know How Scared I Am Of Elevators

James and Regulus get stuck in an elevator, chaos ensues.

“Do you live in the building?”  “Uhm,” James turned to Regulus.  “I do.” Regulus answered, “He’s a visitor.”  “Who are you visiting?” They asked like they were filling a form. Were those questions really necessary?  “Me.” Regulus answered when James had taken a little too long. “He’s visiting my apartment.”  “Oh!” James could sense them turning suddenly sheepish. “Well, I’d like to remind you both that this elevator is equipped with a camera.”  James was confused for the purpose of the reminder, but seeing Regulus’ mostly hidden red face, he could discern the meaning.  “Oh, no! We’re not—! I mean, not that I wouldn’t like to, it’s just—”  “Potter.” Regulus interrupted.  “Yes?”  “Shut up.”  “Right.” 

Have fun reading :3

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #marauders fic #idk what else to tag #my work #my writing #my fanfic #enjoy ig #:D #modern era #non magical au

[depressedraisin]

wrote something again ha ha ha

#milex fanfiction #started this one with a whole ass thesiss and point to make but all just ended up....meh LOL #enjoy ig

[chaos-and-clowns]

Alternative names for estrogen:

Titty Skittle

Fem & M's

Until next time friends.

#candy #estrogen #transisbeautiful #transgirl #transgender #TRANSSSSSSSSS #gay✨ #gay #lgbtq community #lgbtqia #lgbt pride #lgbtq #lgbt #lol #enjoy ig #¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ #slayyyyy #💅