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Guys people always complain about how monopoly tears families apart but have you played uno? It slowly makes people hate each other and I swear to god There’s so much yelling “I hate you all!” “I choose red” “we are on red” “I choose green ” “but I don’t have green” “red” “seriously?” “I don’t have red ” “I choose green” “FUCK”
I've been replaying Miitopia recently
Can’t stop thinking of Will’s little belly and Hannibal’s snatched waist, I’m going insane.
Will shocking Hannibal by showing up at his office unannounced, covered in sweat, apologizing for the intrusion and telling Hannibal that he doesn’t know how he got there.
Hannibal doesn’t care, he thinks Will’s most beautiful when his emotions are raw. Grabs Will by the back of the neck as he watches him nod feverishly when Hannibal asks if it was: “a bad dream..?”.
Hannibal smiling as he rubs his hands down the sides of Will’s head and neck, whispering that he was okay and that he’s there. Feeling ELATED when Will leans his head onto his shoulder as he makes his way through another mild seizure.
Hannibal trying not to sound happy as he talks to Will knowing he will remember his voice and nothing else. Always happy to know a plan is working.
“I’m here. See? No one else. Just me and you.” Grabbing Will’s face in one hand and using the other to cup the back of his neck again and acting as if he’s never even thought of doing such a thing when Will gains consciousness an hour later.
“All better now?” His voice hazy as he watches from his chair as Will’s eyes scanter around the room before leaning forward and brushing his hand against his neck in the pretense of checking his fever.
“You had an episode. Nothing too bad but…nothing is going to hurt you.” He leaned back to rest comfortably in his chair and watched as Will fought to either give in or ignore his blatant manipulation. He knows Will would question why he heard him but doesn’t remember ever leaving his bed. Knows that Will is apprehensive of the situation because he was just feeding his dogs. Know that Will is breaking and needs a constant thing for balance.
“Not with me here…”
Hannibal’s willing to become that constant.
“you are NOT a child.”
I never was.
these bitches gay!!!
I'm trying to experiment with a neater lineart but hmmm I'm not sure. I really love sketchy messy lineart i feel like it gives my art more depth.
oh well, klance being SAPPY AS HELL and making me nauseous for practice.
have these idiots i drew like a man possessed after coming home from uni and waking up w/o even realizing i fell asleep in the first place
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
the mistletoe comic by @heynhay was so so cute that it inspired me to write this little oneshot about the only red-blue pair ever
most of the dialogue from the beginning to the mistletoe scene is lifted directly from the comic, but then the story just snowballed from there !! it's under the cut and also here on ao3 <3
happy holidays!!!
When it happened, Lance had just put the finishing touches on the Castle’s first Christmas.
“There!” He steps back to admire his handiwork, before whipping around to flourish to the surrounding team. “Now we have an authentic Earth Christmas celebration!” Pidge coughs pointedly. “Well, as authentic as it can be with random alien stuff…but we made do!”
Lance surveys the room, from the makeshift tree decorated by Shiro and Keith to the red and green lights rigged by Pidge, and nods with pride. “We got it all–cozy sweaters from the Space Mall, adorable cookies made by our good chef Hunk, and of course, mistletoe!” He gestures to the drooping plant, taped to the arch of the door by his own two hands.
Allura peers up in question, eyebrows furrowed. “Why have you attached it to the door on its own?”
Lance grins. As the resident aliens, Lance had forced Allura and Coran to spectate the holiday decorating so that they could learn more about Earth culture, refusing to let them lift even a finger to help. They had spent the day learning about Christmas trees and ugly sweaters, gingerbread houses and presents, and now here came another teaching moment.
“Well, princess, anyone who walks under it has to be kissed,” he explains, winking and puckering his lips in demonstration. When Allura simply raises an eyebrow in response, Lance shrugs. “I’m just saying, a little smooch is in the Christmas spirit. You wouldn’t reject an honored cultural tradition, would you?”
He bats his eyelashes and pouts, laying the charm on as thick as he can, but the princess stays unmoved. “I fear in this case,” she snarks back, sticking her tongue out in jest, “I must.”
The rest of the team starts to giggle. “Struck out again, Lance,” Pidge remarks, a sly glint in their glasses. “Can’t take a hint, can you?”
“Ooh, good one, Pidge,” Hunk snickers, the two of them high fiving while Keith rolls his eyes.
Flushing, Lance blurts out, “Well, some say it’s bad luck to leave a mistletoe victim unkissed, and—“
While he lets his mouth run wild to save the last dregs of his dignity, Lance watches Keith march over in the corner of his eye. Faint warning bells ring in the back of his mind, and they grow frantic when Keith stops in front of him, gaze hard and searching.
“Keith? Buddy?” Lance chuckles nervously, all too aware of their newfound proximity and position under the mistletoe. This close, he can see the slightest wrinkle in his teammate’s forehead, and he’s struck with the absentminded thought to smooth it out, just to see how Keith would react. Such an absurd idea makes Lance trail off, uncertainty coloring his last half-hearted laughs, when Keith seems to find what he’s been looking for and pulls him down into a kiss.
For a few short seconds, Lance’s mind is utterly blank, shorting out while he tries to process the fact that Keith is kissing him—him!—in front of the entire team. For once in his life he regrets running his idiotic mouth (but how could he regret it, when it has led him here?) but then all too soon it’s over and Lance is shoved away.
“There,” Keith grumbles, face red and fist still gripping Lance’s ugly Christmas sweater. “Wouldn’t want you to have bad luck.” He lets go and stalks out of the room, leaving a gaping Lance behind.
“Dude,” Pidge says, the first to break the silence of the shellshocked team, “go talk to him.”
Lance jolts out of his reverie, making a mad dash for the door and flinging it open. “Keith!” He calls out into the hallway, ready to start running again. “Keith, where are—“
“I’m right here.”
“—oh.” Turning to the side, Lance sees Keith hunched right next to the doorway, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “Keith, dude, you- you can’t just kiss me and then run away.”
“Why not?” He bites out, which would’ve been more threatening were it not for his bright red ears. “You would’ve kept complaining about your ‘cultural tradition’ until someone kissed you–I just took one for the team.”
“Well, good on you for being a team player,” Lance elbows him playfully, but when Keith raises his shoulders even further he switches gears. “But Keith, you gotta know that you kissing me isn’t the same as Pidge or Hunk.”
Keith snorts. “Yeah, to you it’s worse.”
And Lance knows he needs to be cautious, knows that he has to be wary of which buttons to press to make sure the stubborn bastard right next to him doesn’t run away again, but he has just been kissed by that same stubborn, stupidly-handsome bastard so excuse his lack of judgement in what was surely to be his biggest drama queen performance since the Voltron show.
He lets out a long, obnoxious groan and throws his hands up into the air. “That’s not what I’m trying to say at all.” Now it’s Keith’s turn to gape as Lance rounds on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “News flash, mullet, you are very enjoyable to kiss, and even before that you were always annoyingly pretty with your purple eyes and your moodiness and your- ugh!”
Rendered inarticulate by a fierce blush, Lance gestures at all of Keith in total frustration before sliding to the floor, covering his face. He feels more than hears Keith sit down next to him, tensing at their closeness for the second time that day.
“I thought you hated me,” Keith says softly. When Lance peeks through his fingers, he sees none of the acid from before–only an honest, unguarded confusion left on his features, along with a flush rivaling Lance’s own.
Lance sighs and lets his hands drop, head thunking against the Castle wall. “I was never serious about that. It was all just an act, my own bravado getting the best of me. I never meant to make you feel like I actually hated you.”
“Oh.”
The conversation trails off, Keith falling silent to ruminate on whatever it is pretty paladins think about while Lance struggles not to scream and draw more attention to himself after his completely unplanned failure of a confession. God, what was he thinking?
“You were enjoyable to kiss, too,” Keith speaks out into the hallway, voice a pleasant rumble. When Lance whips his head around, he smirks, continuing, “and you’re not too bad to look at, either.”
Lance huffs, though his flaming cheeks diminish his act of indignation. “Excuse you, I am a goddamn delight.”
Keith’s mouth curls into a smile, sufficiently drawing all of Lance’s attention as he goads, “Prove it, then.”
Lance is already reaching for Keith’s sweater to pay him back for his mistletoe stunt, but something in the other’s expression gives him pause. Under Keith’s determination, under that familiar flare of competition, there’s a hesitance in his eyes that has Lance wavering.
“I hope you know I’m not doing this for some contest or rivalry,” he mumbles, worrying at the bottom of his lip. “I really do want to kiss you.”
“Good,” Keith lets out a breath, snaking a hand around the nape of Lance’s neck, “because I really want to kiss you too.”
With that, he pulls Lance closer–or is it the other way around?–into a kiss. The angle is awkward at first, a mess of hands and noses, but then Lance winds his arms around Keith’s neck and Keith adjusts his grip on the back of Lance’s head and everything clicks. Keith’s lips are impossibly soft and they taste like the herb Hunk used for the sugar cookies, which is how Lance knows that he was sneaking bites when they were supposed to be setting up, but he can’t find it in himself to care when he’s too busy congratulating himself for running his mouth and landing himself in this situation in the first place.
Then the door creaks open, and the two spring apart.
“Glad to see you two resolved your differences,” Shiro remarks, raising a knowing eyebrow. Hunk slides a snickering Pidge a hundred GAC, while Allura just seems relieved to see that she would no longer be the victim of Lance’s flirting. “Now let’s head back inside–someone is a bit eager to open their gifts.”
At this, Pidge pumps their fist and ushers the team back to the Christmas tree, leaving Lance and Keith lingering in the doorway. In a moment of bravery, Lance laces his fingers with Keith’s, causing the other to jolt in surprise.
“Merry Christmas, Keith.” He squeezes their hands together with a light smile, tugging the other to where the team waited.
When Lance looks back, he’s graced with the sight of a crinkly-eyed Keith, warm with quiet affection. “Merry Christmas, Lance.”
It’s kind of insane how nepeta was beaten to death with a club actually. Like that’s such a different death than the rest of the trolls. Eridan’s kills were with his fast acting long range murder laser like. They were over in a second he didn’t really have time to think! It was on reflex mostly! He himself dies to a chainsaw. Significantly closer range but just as fast acting. Equius was strangled and there is a certain disconnect that comes with that I think. Like sure it took a bit but it was basically like holding a pillow to a sleeping person’s face, he didn’t fight it. He let it happen. Nepeta had to have fought that had to be messy it had to have been arduous and time consuming because she would have gone down biting and scratching with everything she could manage. Like($($($;$; why did Gamzee do that. He liked Nepeta!!! they were friends!!! I don’t think she would have been afraid and I don’t think she would have begged. She would have gone down hissing and spitting. They were friends! I mean like. Can you imagine??? Beating someone to death while wearing the little friendship bracelet they made for you??? Oh and you’re both middle schoolers on a space rock that are about to die anyway. Jesus Christ
Stupid doodles but what if they did the breakfast club dances
MY BABY DONT CRY! SHE JUST SLEEEEEPPSSS THROUGH THE NIIIGHTTT SHE DONT FUSS SHE DONT WHINE SHE STAYS PERRRFECTLY QUIET!
I love the lalondes 😄 theyre so auuuuuu… I need to draw them more
(bonus Post-Scratch Roxy under the cut… heh)
Adore her sm do you think she ever has really vivid dreams about having a baby. That would be kind of fucked up wouldnt it
my favorite mob is enderman but zombies are reletable
just watched interview with the vampire and left with a weird attraction towards freaky vampires with beautiful blonde hair and an undeniable desire to suck my blood till my heart stops
Lansoni bc they make me feel SICK
I hate them
This is my most resent art piece that I actually managed to finish and I'm torn between giving it to my parents who want it and my sisters friend who wanted to buy it
bullets
that awkward moment when you realize you were having a moment and bonding with your partner 😔
Has anyone else gotten several hundred followers that look like bots???
There's so many of them send help
I didn't even get notifications for any of them either
YEAH. Like just because you reject one extreme doesn't mean you follow another. It reminds me of one post going "Boys are so academic core and girls are cottage core UwU" like BRO. What are you doing? The entire point of this is NOT putting people in boxes.
I have like this half formed idea that young women who are on the surface politically liberal, have also fallen into conservative thought pipelines, that are more subtle because they aren't from "RACIST GAMER PODCAST" and are instead from Emily on tiktok who is just recommending a lip gloss or whatever.
But it's similar. Like they use liberalisms to justify modesty, and to be anti porn and sex work, and to be pro makeup and refuse to unpack the anti feminist nature of the beauty industry. Like a lot of the things they use liberalisms to call "problematic" are right in line with more conservative beliefs.
Things like "girl dinner" "I'm just a girl" "demure and mindful" all of these are gender essentialist and infantalising to women and in line with a more conservative approach to femininity.
Which is scary because they are a lot closer to falling further into conservative ideas. They don't even have to own the identity of conservative to push the broader cultural agenda.
We see this in discourse around sex and sexuality a lot from young women.
In any case, we need serious education on the actual philosophies of feminism, and to push back against anyone pushing ideas of cultural modesty. Modesty is not a virtue, it's oppressive "oh but I just like it this way" have you unpacked why that is?
Not to mention it's bringing on a new wave of body image issues.
TERFS DNI this post is about all women
I'm sorry, but.....
Tw: Pedophilia, zoophilia and incect mentioned.
I hate proshippers/darkshippers so fckin much. You guys are disgusting. You're like, "But these are fictional characters!!" however, technically you are supporting this crap. Stop portraying yourselves as victims, you are just disgusting people who sexualize incest, pedophilia, zoophilia and etc. It's like violence against animals. First animals, then people. I absolutely despise you all.
Stop that!
NO COS WHY THE FUCK HE LOOKS LIKE THIS
Sorry I haven’t posted a lot I’m eating a pop tart anyways have these losers (I hate them so much)
Also I’m on TikTok I’ll drop it if I get to FIVE LIKESSSS!!! [insert gasping crowd sound effect]
Reference to that one clip cause these two have codependency issues