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barblaz-arts · 16 days

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Who is your favorite Hazbin character to draw? And why is it Vaggie?

Because.... Woman.... Hot....

#asks #👀👉👈

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tiramegtoons · 4 months

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#hejdjejfjfjd #MY HEART IS #the snatcher ahit #the snatcher #snatcher x self ship #sketches #a continuation #um kissy uh huh uhm I uh #👀👉👈#also hello there mister mailman

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xany330 · 1 year

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@kandidandi can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now~

#fanart #suffer #can we pretend that airplanes-#this was totally not my idea #👀👉👈

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deivorous · 10 days

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@deivorous || ❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜ from here

Pinning the arrancar beneath him in a rare moment of superiority, Ichigo couldn't help but grin. He'd clearly caught the man off guard, having gained the upper hand and succeeding in laying Grimmjow flat on his back. Still panting, a dust cloud settled around their now stilled forms and the shinigami couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. Okay, more than a little. After running his mouth, loudly proclaiming how pointless it was to spar with someone whose ass could be handed to them with insultingly little effort, Grimmjow was now being forced to eat his words. And Ichigo was loving every second of it.

The move was fluid, well-timed and unexpectedly fast for only having used shikai. Without Zangetsu available to extend his reach, Ichigo was forced to go hands on and after what seemed like a never ending string of combination blows, he tangled the espada into a half guard position. His leg hooked rigidly behind Grimmjow's knee and his elbow forced the man's head to the side, facing away from him.

"You give yet?" He goaded with a chuckle, applying a small amount of pressure to each opposing end of the arrancar in what he intended to be an uncomfortable stretch of the muscles targeted at the leg and neck. The following string of obscenities and a biting demand to be released only fueled Ichigo's growing ego. Yes, this was totally worth the ass kicking he was going to surely receive later.

He released the pressure against Grimmjow's face and shifted his arm to hook beneath the man's head, cradling the weight within his elbow in a simple headlock and brought the two of them face to face. The disheveled mess of cerulean thoroughly matched the scowl painting his partner's face, the sure look of a man who was not often a sub. The thought stirred something, a hot swell beginning to make itself known within Ichigo's core. The two of them all tangled up like this... Alone.

Ichigo tested the waters. ❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜ he murmured, gaze lowering and smile forming into a telling smirk.

Grimmjow doesn't think much when he gets this deep into the ebb and flow of a fight. Instinct settles in alongside his skeleton, a comforting weight, and he lets it carry him dangerous and fast though the twists and turns and bleeding and laughing. The adrenaline is perilously intoxicating, and he had been riding that high before Kurosaki broke his defense and grappled him to the ground.

Hands on is new for Kurosaki. Grimmjow's the fists and fury. Claws and teeth and inside the guard as close as he can get. Kurosaki has Zangetsu, nearly two meters of heavy metal. He doesn't need to get in close when he has range like that. And with the exception of a handful of grapples and blocks when he's feeling like a cocky little shit, he keeps to his patterns.

This is new and it takes him down for it. He thrashes and struggles, teeth snapping at air and dirt, arm twisted just shy of dislocation behind his back and it does nothing but force Kurosaki to press down more firmly, chest to groin to keep Grimmjow from getting a knee into his gut. As flexible as he is, he can't quite get his claws into the meat of Ichigo's back, but he scratches up his calves plenty for his efforts. Still. Kurosaki can handle pain.

"Make me!" He snaps, and he shouldn't. Where he comes from make me could mean kill me, but Kurosaki has denied him his death bouts before and he'll do it again. There isn't a shred of killing instinct coming off of him now. Just the thick scent of pride, dominance. Self satisfaction for putting Grimmjow into the dirt and being strong enough to keep him there.

The pin changes, liquid fast, and his head is twisted back the other way, nose to nose with Kurosaki. Gravel comes away from the ground pressed to his cheek. He considers biting Kurosaki's face off. Remind the cheeky shit that he can. Jaws like a bear trap. He doesn't, Kurosaki is looking at him and the scent in the air changes. Hot blood scent. The thunder of his heart pressed to Grimmjow's chest. Arousal.

A prey instinct, not so different from the predator ones that govern his violence, pricks it's ears. His cheek twitches, his actual ear flicking with the movement. He ignores it.