Kaiba can no longer hide his feelings for Atem! Will he dare to confess what he feels? 💕

I loved drawing this so much! it was so much fun! I'm feeling better by the way! :3

Commission Prideshipping for @/Kaiomuda on instagram

Comisión Naho & Joey🌺 para @/bubblegumgirl_art en Instagram~Me alegra que te haya gustado~ Gracias por tu paciencia 🙏😊💖

Awooga!! Handsome~😘💕 I already saw Turning Red and I liked it a lot!! So surely fanart comes out, but while some memes 😎

Alligator Loki #11

The Heist

by @GAUGUIN40

The Eyes of Benedict:

Me:

"Protected by the sea"

Outside my window, a thunderstorm is raging. Lightning flashes very beautifully. And I finished working on this art.

2007

За затемненным стеклом проносились здания, освещенные фонарями, встречные машины провожали секундным гулом двигателей. Мимо зеленой полосой промелькнул Центральный парк, следом размытые в линию кардиограммы неоновые вывески, призывавшие заглянуть внутрь. Серо-голубые глаза чуть прищурились в отражении, когда они выехали за границу города, уголок тонких губ приподнялся, когда он поймал взгляд Тони. Тот нащупал возле ручки двери кнопку и непроницаемая панель разделила заднее сиденье с передним, скрывая зрелище от Хэппи. Развернувшись от окна, за которым небо у горизонта начало менять оттенки с темно-синего на просто синий, он встретился глазами с самоуверенными, но все же слегка игривыми глазами доктора. Он сказал что-то, что-то остроумное - он никогда не упускал случая использовать свой язык, - и Тони, придвинувшись по кремовой коже сиденья автомобиля, промурлыкал что-то в ответ. Влажный розовый язык показался в углу рта Стивена, прежде чем он усмехнулся, тоже делая шаг навстречу. Когда Тони оседлал длинные ноги в выглаженных брюках, его пиджак валялся поверх резиновых ковриков, а рубашка потеряла пару пуговиц. Худые пальцы скользили по его груди вдоль расстегнутой ткани, раскрывая ее шире, в стороны, и тот сдавленно мычал от удовольствия в рот доктора, языком едва не пересчитывая зубы. Наручные часы писком уже отсчитали четыре утра, но он со Стивеном не собирался спать еще очень долго, судя по блеску в расширенных зрачках напротив.

___________________ автор идеи и текста: NoMoreHeroes FULL

Tony Stark in heaven watching his husband and son fuck up the universe when he died saving it:

Posted on AO3

Another bottom!john posted on AO3!

[NSFW] Inch By Inch

Which is whole picture of  what I posted on insta a week ago.

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[NSFW] Praise Like Glaze [Commission Work]

⇒non-censored pictures (AO3)

This is my second commission work!

Huge thank you @sherlockwatsons , the commissioner!! 

The request was nsfw, fluff and praise!kink johnlock with bottom!lock and top!john. I had so much fun drawing it and thank you sherlockwatsons so much again for your kindness and thoughtfulness for me to have enjoy drawing this!

  ¥3,500 comic / 2 characters / 3 panels ($28 €25 £21 *approximated) 

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@milich96 (Please give me your thoughts)

The cold air was snippy, dangerously sharp, as rain filled the streets with each drop exiting the gloomy clouds above the night sky. A single lone carriage rides down the cold streets, those living among the road someplace hidden from the rain and cold, those in the carriage warmed by casual conversations and the soft seating. But just under the carriage is not so warm, in fact it's just as cold as the sky as a set of two mice sit across from each other on the carriage metal cold foot step, both passing a single damp paper of rolled tobacco between them both.

"I must say boy," Spoke out the older one, his body more bigger in height and size yet he seems the same height as the other due his back hunched with age weighing on him, his voice thick and wrapped with rasp and a Irish tone that would make a fella of the same country swell with pride. "What do you believe happened to Ratigan's body?"

The young man grabbed the cigarette from the older gent's fingers and carefully placed it to his lips. The flavor of the addictive nature filled his cheeks and invaded his entire throat and warmed his chest as his insides burned with the smoke. One deep inhale, his eyes shut as he recalled a night of the question... The rain was as hard as tonight and the scent of the cold autumn winds and the lights of Big Ben was nearly nauseous to his mind and taste buds. He could still very well remember the very same scent of that murderous male, his scent of wet sticky fur mixed with the hope of hiding his kind with the scent of fancy oils. Basil opens his mouth and lets the smoke escape his body through his furry lips. His tongue licked the dryness of his mouth while his eyes slowly fluttered back open. "I believe his disgusting waste of carcass was swallowed by the sewage like he's meant to do in the end of life." He flicked the now dead cigarette out of his reach as he said this, the words filled with poisonous vomit dripping from each word that leaves a sour flavor upon his tongue mixed in with the smoke still lingering.

The other man simply nodded and coughed a heavy cough in response, the carriage slowing down slightly. The two nodded to each other as Basil gets ready to hope off. "Send my love to the Mrs Earl." "Take care Basil." With that the small detective hopped off and handing on the wet grounding, a small puddle splashing on his feet and landing on his coat.

He simply shrugged away the cold as he began to walk to the comfort of a place he has the pleasure or displeasure to call home. The rain never bugged him much now-a-days. Not even when he was much younger.

"The rain is quite odd, wouldn't you agree Basil?"

The detective whipped his head around wide eyed, said saucers trying to find the source of the voice so distance yet so fresh within his brain. Finally, the cold air caught right into his throat as it filled and left him as he recalled how to breath and his feet shall work. Though as he began to walk and try to not be phased, that voice still followed like a phantom haunting a single object... "It's so cold," His feet dragged across the floor heavier and heavier... "So striking, so angry yet sad..." He slowly began to run, how the normal whisking wings clung tightly around him as it burns his insides like a fire..."But it somehow brings such lovely things in live. The gardens, the colors within a sky... and you Basil."

He slammed his front door behind him hard, his body shaking more than the cold would allow as he slumped against the wooden door. His tongue tasting like blood due to warmth. His fur stuck to the his clothes. His knees shaking, shaking like a shivering cat but also like a virgin nervous facing her first erected member upon her wedding night...

Slowly, he recognized the hands that lightly held him forward into a warm ball of darker fur and tense yet comforting muscles. "Whatever is the matter Basil?" Asked the warmth's source, causing a shaky breath to leave Basil's being. His eyes were screwed shut but he knew who this was. Who he wanted it to be. He fluttered those eyes that copy the color of black coal, instantly clashing to golden glimmers like night and day, winter and summer, it felt like that too with one's body being so cold leaning against a body full of warmth like a personal fire.

"I'm just happy to see you at last, you disgusting manipulative sewer rat." He replied with a smirk.

301 The Empty House??

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL;p

Can I just…

THE BEST THING EVER