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yabakuboi · 17 days

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Steve walks into his house—HIS house, he would emphasize—to find his two favorite people wrestling on his couch.

For a second, the bottom drops out of his stomach. It's knee-jerk, even though he knows better. But they are very wrapped around each other, twisting and writhing, and it's pretty easy to get the wrong idea. Until he looks closer and realizes the wrestling is a lot more... violent, than sexy.

He watches, shocked into silence and stillness, as Eddie chomps down on Robin's upper arm. Robin screeches and yanks Eddie's hair. Steve feels un-easy in a different way now, like maybe this is devolving into an actual physical altercation instead of some friendly tussling. He winces when Robin gives Eddie a rather vicious purple nurple.

"FUCK, I give, I give," Eddie screams, limbs releasing her to curl protectively around himself.

Robin bounces up cackling, rumpled and sweaty. Her victory grin is vicious when she turns to Steve.

"Hear that Harrington? Your ass is mine tonight!"

Steve stares at her in fear. "What?"

"I get cuddle privileges tonight," she declares, still a little breathless. "And Eddie gets to sleep on the couch."

Behind her, Eddie looms before he jumps on her back, dragging her back down with a war cry. Steve watches them for a moment as the curse at each other for cheating, before going upstairs and locking himself in his room.

#steddie #stobin #eddie and robin are steve's cats #going forward he puts them both into headlocks and just stands there like :| while they struggle #dribble drabble #shush mal #i hit the tumblr text post button and the steddie + stobin flows from my fingers #my steddies

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freakartack · 11 months

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friendship goals

#warioware #orbulon #dribble and spitz #comic #i went into this for orbulon characterization but i came out of it feeling weirdly sentimental about dribbles dad that i just made up #art

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mysicklove · 5 months

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ruthlessly degrading yuuta that only ends up with him crying about how much his dick hurts from how hard he is :/

#mello.thirsts #yuuta thirsts <3 #you watch tears dribble down his face and ask him if you were being too mean but he just shakily points to his stained pants and pleads #for you to touch him #i am #going insane

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cephalonheadquarters · 6 months

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Errrmmm

#Forgive me if my headcanons are wrong i literally just started having interest today🙏🙏#Im so predictabke of course i draw them as sam & max #warioware #dribble & spitz #dribble and spitz #dribble warioware #spitz warioware #forthington #hes here too #my art

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aseuki · 26 days

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Heard there was an @kirbyoctournament going on and decided to join the bandwagon like any good upstanding citizen--and also use this as an excuse to let folks be properly introduced to my little menace hahaha

He has a Reference Sheet and their own dedicated tag, but for those that want the quick rundown of his deal:

Parhelion Knight is the lone guardian of the ancient wishing star Parhelic Anima. A volatile, foul-mouthed spitfire, Stell isn't exactly the most sociable puffball in the cosmos, quicker to resort to violence and insults over diplomacy. To be fair, when the extent of one's social interactions for the past several centuries is speaking to a soulless AI, talking to oneself, and spewing death threats, it makes sense that their conversational ability vastly suffered. It certainly doesn't help that they're desperately pasting flex tape over their many, many complexes over their short stature and lack of wings. Projecting? Overcompensation? What's that?

#kirby oc #puts this out and scrumbles back into my cave #back to my 5 billion deadlines but I still wanted to punt this out at the very least!#Holds this guy. Dribbles them like the basket ball #Wholly not expecting to get very far in the tournament proper #literally here to just push the poll buttons and see what happens haha #but listen the guy is a sore loser it would be very funny no matter where he places asdkfj #Working on being more annoying about posting my ocs on here. Cringe is the mind killer #Sorry not sorry this is the OCs Fandom Blog first and foremost #fanart comes secondary #don't mind me reusing assets again there were perfectly good files lying around #aseukiart #stell #parhelion knight

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modernsapphicism · 2 months

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i was in a zoom class a while ago and suddenly thought of a rejanis au where they attend online classes during the pandemic and she shares a few classes with regina. when janis spaces out during lectures, she mindlessly draws regina. by the end of the semester, her notes are full of little sketches of regina in different poses and different outfits. she has drawn her almost every single day since classes started and she's not sure what to feel about that.

#rejanis #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #mean girls 2024 #i just had this gay ass thought after finishing a quiz and was waiting for my other classmates to finish #kim babbles #dribble drabble

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artbywaffless · 5 months

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old married couple vs man very deep in the closet

#heres just something to keep u guys entertained while i work on a bigger project #warioware #dribble and spitz #dribble #spitz #wario #waffle's art

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niymue · 2 months

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thinking- 🤢 thinking about pl- 🤢 about playing sims 🤮

#my bg3 fixation is alive but i’ve played it too much and I just can’t #I JUST CANT make the newspaper not write a mean article and get the hands to open the door #and go to the iron throne and find all of dribbles appendages #and fucking save the stupid artist and deal with the mummy and his jars of organs #I just . I must rest.#but it’s painful and I hate it #bc I miss my friends #my little pixel guys that I must protect #ANYWAY #is the parasite simulator worth playing idk #text #delete later

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home-of-renn · 1 year

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When Jazz had first gotten back from her week-long summer camp for gifted children, she’d expected an empty fridge and a sink full of dirty dishes and a living room that would desperately need to be vacuumed. She had expected the empty driveway and the overgrown lawn and the fresh new graffiti that tagged the side of their mailbox in neon green paint and crude, mocking words.

Most of all, she had expected her little brother to be there at the front door when she knocked. She’d expected it to swing wide open before she could even set down her belongings and fish out her own set of keys. She’d expected her baby brother to be standing there to greet her, clad in socks that had worn thin across the heel and had holes where his big toe stuck out, with hair that hadn’t been brushed in a week and still wearing clothes he’d slept in the night before.

What she hadn’t expected was the pungent, metallic odour that hung in the air. Stale and sour, overwhelming her every sense as she stepped past the threshold - suffocating what little oxygen not yet taken up by the foul stench of burning flesh and hair.

She hadn’t expected the strong, chemical smell that wafted from the second storey of the house.

Or the bloody footprints leading up the basement stairs.

Or the dark, patchy stains sinking into the living room rug.

Or her brother’s friends to come racing from the back of the house with wide, watery eyes and ashen faces, tripping over gallon bottles of bleach and haphazardly strewn cleaning supplies.

But most of all, she hadn’t expected to find her little brother, rumpled and glassy-eyed, staring into the swirling green light of her parent’s latest failed invention.

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sunshiline-writes · 11 months

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Whumpee's who don't know how to give up. They just keep fighting, they keep talking back. They scream that they'll never be broken.

Why? Because they have nothing to lose. They've lost everything already, home, family, friends. All they have is the fight. It's a type of control. They fight because it is all they know how to do. The gentle words and touches from Caretaker isn't enough to stop them from fighting even them. They kick and scream and snarl. Caretaker tries to convince them they don't have to fight anymore.

The only response is a plate being thrown at their head.

#whump scenario #whumpblr #sunshine writes whump #feral whumpee #caretaker #just a thought I've had floating around in my head #been trying to do more small dribbles and stuff #I like the idea of whumpee having to really WANT to learn that they can be calm and trust people

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astarionformayor · 2 months

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Benji smells Halsin, OP - bumbleRhizal on Youtube

#THE WAY HE JUST STARES AND SNIFFS FOR WAY TOO LONG #no circus for halsin #IM SORRY I HAD TO SHARE THIS IMMEDIATELY #I ACTUALLY DIED LAUGHING #bg3 #circus of the last days #dribbles the clown #benji bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #tav #halsin bg3 #bg3 halsin #baldurs gate #baldur's gate #halsin silverbough

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yabakuboi · 3 months

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Eddie only just was able to get the barman's permission to perform this night, and glad he is for it, as his pockets have weighed lighter than ever before in his life. He'd be pleased to find pay in a tankard or loaf tonight, anything to fill his aching belly.

But he's lucky as the men and women here seem to be in high spirits. The land has long been in war since the king's death, rotten bastard he may have been. Eddie hadn't been sad to see him go, but the chaos that followed had ruined the smallfolk in consequence since their coward prince had fled the scene of his crime. The king had been cruel, but still he'd been their king, and the common people spit on the prince's name still, even when some new royal's been crowned and brought peace with him.

And that kind of ire is what feeds Eddie on nights like this.

"Kingslayer, kingslayer, little Prince Steven has run," he sings, bawdy and loud as the crowd of men around him sing along. "Run up the hills and past the sun, took our king Phillip and gutted him plain, our kingslayer Prince Steven, a coward more than a maid!"

They sing along with him, hooting and hollering all to the end of it, and pay him in copper coins and ale that Eddie takes happily, slurping it down as he rests by the fire.

It's then he sees the table in the corner, the cloaked figures surrounding it, and the woman glaring daggers at him. But more interesting than that is the most beautiful man Eddie's ever seen, smiling at him wearily, eyes bright and interested and a little sad. Eddie's got no fear of a quick tumble with dangerous men, so he takes his gittern and his ale and makes his way quickly to them.

"Fair night, weary travelers," Eddie crows as he wiggles himself between the woman and the beautiful man. "What brings you so far out from the capitol?"

The lot of them regard him with mixed interest, the older man not even looking up and a girl with firey hair treating him with a sign of boredom.

"What business is yours to know, bard?" she says, already turning her nose off to watch the rowdy tavern beyond their table.

"None at all," Eddie says, leaning into the man beside him, slinging an arm over his broad shoulder to feel the heat of him beneath his cloak. "I'm here to do nothing but entertain tonight, and I fear I've bored your table to tears! I do take requests you know, for the right coin."

This he says to the man under his arm, leaning in closer to get a good look at those pretty brown eyes in the dim light of the fire.

"We have no coin for you, sot," says the woman beside them, ire evident in her tone. "Be gone with you—"

"No coin, that's true," says Eddie's beautiful man. He smiles at Eddie now, pearly teeth and pretty lips, and Eddie would sing him any song for nothing more than to keep those eyes on him. "You'll have to forgive us, we're not good company I'm afraid."

"Richer company wouldn't be as sweet as yours, dove," Eddie tells him, watching the pink of his cheeks darken.

There's a gagging sound from across the table, and its then that Eddie realizes he's in the company of striplings. Two girls in men's clothes, both of them are young in the face and barely past their majorities. Yet still they are travel-worn, all five of them: the two girls, the woman and the dour man, and the beautiful budde under Eddie's arm.

Chuckling, he says to Eddie, "A wag you are, bard, with such empty words. Do you flirt so with all poor men you find?"

"None are poorer than me, sweeting, and none are more enchanting than you. It is payment enough just to look at you, and I would sing for an age and fill my empty stomach with just your smile, or your taste if you'd grant me—"

"Gods damned!" the woman Eddie's other side gusts. "I cannot hear another foul word." She stands then, and the two girls follow, one rolling her eyes and the other giggling quitely. The woman leans past Eddie and hisses into her companion's ear, "Be done with this fool swiftly, or I'll leave you to the wolves."

"You'd never," he says back to her, smiling at Eddie, face flushed pretty and dark even as he speaks.

"Hopper would never," she says tilting her head at the remaining dour man still sitting at the table, deep into his cups and paying no mind to any around them. "But I would sell you for tanner and a duck to the first bidder."

"I'm worth at least an ox," he tells her with a cocky grin, and Eddie might want more than just one tumble with this man. "Find a room and I'll find you when I please to."

She huffs and stomps off, the girls on her heels.

"So," Eddie breathes, leaning even further into this beautiful man, until his voice is a secretive whisper, just for the two of them to hear. "Tell me, sweeting, what shall I call you when I write songs of your beauty to sing across the land, until kings beg me to their courts to recount your grace, your smile and your laugh?"

This man, to Eddie's displeasure, seems to wilt, to grow weary once more, even as he smiles and leans close, his words scarcely a breath against the shell of Eddie's ear.

"If it pleases you, and I'm sure that it won't," he confesses. "You can call me Steven."

#steddie #steddie fic #i need more Arthurian/medieval/historical fantasy steddie #and this is just a lil scene that has been haunting me for a while #idk what to even do with it!!!!#just steve robin hopper el and max on the run after steve kills his dad and they accidentally pick up eddie along the way #dw the rest of the party too #just love the idea of eddie singing some mean as tavern song about kingslaying prince steve and prince steve being there and sighing #robin homophobic dog barking at him #eddie flipping out like 'i had no idea he was a fucking hottie idgaf WHO he killed he could kill me if he wanted esp between those thighs—'#and then robin hits him #anyways this is silly thank you for stopping by #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble #my steddies

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thats-a-lot-of-cortisol · 20 days

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I've been chewing on what fears the bg3 characters would be because I do that with almost every piece of media I like now.

Gale is the Beholding (hubris, pursuit of knowledge above all else, his ex can literally see everything he does in/with the Weave). You could make an argument for Desolation b/c of the orb but I think that's secondary. Wyll is the Hunt imo, but the Desolation works for him too- I think his situation is similar to that Hunter we meet whose name I'm forgetting, whose inciting incident has to do with the Dark. I thought the same thing about Karlach but I think she's Desolation instead of Hunt, both aesthetically and because she was actively betrayed and is, you know, dying. Shadowheart is the Dark. Halsin could honestly be the Lonely: he's pretty isolated from the people around him emotionally. An island unto himself etc etc. Lae'zel is the End imo. You'd think she'd be Hunt but End fits into Vlaakith's whole deal (victim of the End, avatar of the Hunt?). Astarion could be either the Buried (since that covers abuse as well, he was literally kept underground/out of the sunlight, etc etc) or the Hunt. I'm a bit undecided there. I don't know enough about Minthara to make a call on her and I don't want to just say Web because of Lolth. Slaughter, maybe? Since that fear covers war. Jaheira and Minsc are Hunt too, I think (there's a lot of Hunt but that comes with the territory when you're adventuring).

Gortash is Web and you cannot convince me otherwise. I think Orin is Slaughter but, honestly, Durge seems more associated with the Extinction to me because of Bhaal's end goal. The Desolation and the Lonely tag-teamed Ketheric's ass but he's an avatar of the End. Dame Aylin is an avatar of the Hunt, victim of the Dark, and Isobel is an avatar of the End a la the main End avatar we see (Oliver? I really need to re-listen...)

There's obviously a lot of overlap and bleed because there always is. I've been wanting to make art based off of this but it's not happening anytime soon so I figured I'd shout about it into the void a bit lol