what are you in for

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My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.
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I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

one good purr (deserves another)

Excerpt: “Taehyung grins, bracing his arm on the table again and scooting closer. His knee brushes against your thigh under the table, and a ripple of tingles radiates from the spot. A thrum of energy spreads over your back and neck, an awareness prowling beneath your skin, stronger than pre-heat symptoms should be. Maybe it really was a mistake to come visit Taehyung with your heat next week.”  (Fox!Taehyung, Shifter!AU)

Genre: Romance, humor, fluff

Rating: pg17+ (dirty language, discussion of heat/mating, sexy thoughts, etc.)

Pairing: reader/Taehyung, [mentioned Minjoon]

Length: 7.2k

A/N: not associated with my other Taehyung fox fic

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet



“So what’s your plan for your heat this year?”

It takes a moment for the question to sink in before you scramble for the calendar by your bed. “Oh shit, I completely forgot. Fuck, what day is today? What month?”

Minji laughs and rolls onto her back, digging her toes into the carpet. “March 23rd. I kinda figured you’d forgotten, with midterms around the corner and all, but it’s probably time to start preparing for that too." 

"Damn it.” You stare hopelessly at the calendar on the wall. A week and a half. Barely ten days until your heat, and you hadn’t prepared in the slightest.

Heats are the worst part of being a shifter, in your opinion–humans didn’t realize how lucky they were, not to be trapped in a small room for seven to ten days, out of your mind with the need to fuck, sweaty and dirty and swimming in every hormone-driven fluids that your body could produce. You hate your heats. 

“I’m screwed,” you whine, dropping onto your bed and pressing your face into your pillow in misery. 

“Not yet, but you definitely could be,” Minji snickers, and you hear a rustle of fabric, the soft pad of foostepts, before a heavy weight drops onto your back, pushing a muffled grunt from your lungs. “Seriously, though, are you going to spend it alone again? Or are you finally going to find someone to share it with? At least it falls on spring break, like mine.”

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a little game of stealing

Inej and Kaz have an little game they like to play because they don’t see each other much anymore. It goes something like this, whenever Inej is in Ketterdam she’ll break into Kaz’s room and steal something of his. Nothing major, just a hat, a pen, or a tie. Then hide it somewhere around the Slat. Kaz will, in return, sneak onto Inej’s boat and steal something of hers and hide it somewhere on the ship. So then both of them have until they meet again to find what was stolen and where it is hidden. And if either fail, they owe the other a giant stack of waffles.

anonymous asked:

I'll start an angst train lol. How about headcanons/scenarios for the chocobros injured while saving their s/o from a daemon, and the s/o takes care of them?

You sit by the fire, Noctis’ head cradled in your lap. You smooth the hair away from his face, and he twitches slightly in his sleep at the contact. You gave him a few potions after the hunt you’d had where you’d almost gotten yourself killed and he’d stepped in to save you, and he’d passed out from the pain. You watch as the potion stitches together his wounds, and let the tears slip from your eyes. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead and he smiles gently in the midst of his slumber. You won’t let anything like that happen to him ever again.

Prompto assures you that he’s fine, that he’s tougher than he looks when he just about collapses at camp. You drop to your knees at his side and beg him to let you survey his wounds. He winces as you touch a wet spot by his abdomen and feel a sob rip from your throat as you lift your shirt and see a huge gash mark from the claws of the Arachne you’d just defeated. Prompto tries to joke with you that he doesn’t even feel it anymore, and you work on healing him in silence, too scared to voice what you’re really thinking.

When Gladio tells you he’s going on a short hunt and that he’ll be back later that day, you think nothing of it. But when he returns with the gash on his chest opened again and gushing blood, you start to panic. He’s pallid but refuses your help, and almost denies your care until he sees the absolute terror in your eyes. You patch him back up in silence and he apologizes to you once your hands are done bandaging him up. You throw your arms around his neck to pull him close, careful not to jostle his bandages. He lets you cry as long as you need.

When Ignis first loses his vision, the last thing he wants to be to you is a burden. So he tries his best not to ask for your help, but after a close call against a red giant, you pull him close at camp and help him with his wounds. Your hands are patient and caring, and he feels embarrassed that he can’t keep up with the others because of his newfound handicap. You give his hand a squeeze and press a kiss to his scarred cheek, promising him that you’re not leaving his side and that you know that with time, he’ll find a way to adjust. He always does.

in case you were wondering… i have better taste in men than i do in women.

i wasn’t planning to draw these two then uh, i did, so here is a boring contribution to the boy lovin’ vidal effort

starkmaximum  asked:

TOP! 5!! WAIFUS!!!

1. Holo

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2. Azusa

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3. Noel

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4. Kagami 

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 5. Kaiki

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