Tumgik
#I LOVE HIIIMMM ;;;;;
lexumpysfunland · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
@euphoricandnostalgia​ here it is !! once again I had to draw him !!! 
oww please Saltsolem hug me 
157 notes · View notes
honeyxmonkey · 4 months
Text
Arthur Pendragon, the Once and Future King. Also enthusiastic chaos uncle to Merlin's almost son.
Tumblr media
13 notes · View notes
ushanka-kid · 8 months
Text
Tried my best to draw Travis, an absolute Travis-ty of a man
Tumblr media
10 notes · View notes
nemjun · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
love of my life
4 notes · View notes
yume-fanfare · 2 years
Text
venti <333
14 notes · View notes
sorrelpaws · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i think about him.a regular amount
5K notes · View notes
hollowsart · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
The view from my bed 🔮💖
82 notes · View notes
todayisafridaynight · 4 months
Note
todays the birthday of one special , horrible little man 🎊🎉
Tumblr media
MY FAVORITE SPECIAL HORRIBLE LITTLE MAN MWAH MWAH HBD YOURE AWFUL👯‍♀️👯‍♀️👯‍♀️👯‍♀️👯‍♀️
29 notes · View notes
dacchamp · 3 months
Text
15 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
A collection of G.ladio being cute with his little sister since I love them so much
6 notes · View notes
itoshi-s · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
FUUUCKSNSK IT HAPPENED YALL WE GOT IT .. WE GOT IT DJSNAKAKAKAK IM CUMMING I SWEAR J AM MHMHMHM 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
22 notes · View notes
ofhope · 5 months
Text
“Apologies, it's not often I take kind to...” paired with his fading wording, a flick at a fallen leaf, positioned upon his shoulder. “Deceptively silent company.”
His ears weren't failing. There was naught the distinctive crack of a tired heel against concrete, nor a crunch provided by strewn-about twigs. A fine knight needn't wear their weariness so openly however, and thus Argenti situated his spear at his side once more.
“Far be it from me to judge,” such isn't becoming; fingers trickle upward to brush his bangs back into place, signature smile plastered on his lips. “However, is it really wise to indulge this early? -- That isn't good for your skin, you know. Rather than drink over such matters, why not a, ah, more beneficial meal?”
There's a silence that washed over them, misjointed and awkward.
“You wouldn't happen to know where such a venue is, would you?”
@versatilejoker // continued! ♥
2 notes · View notes
1980ssunflower · 2 years
Text
sob sob eddieee
1 note · View note
theauthorlives · 2 years
Note
6 + 14 + 79
Headcanon meme (Accepting!)
-
And back to Gunther! :D
006. What sense do they most rely on?
Hearing. Sight is important (and it's one of the reasons he wears the shades that double as safety goggles), but hearing plays an important role in the bomb squad. It helps you hear the faint ticking to find where a bomb is hidden in a location. It helps you determine whether the timer is legit or a red herring to instil panic. It helps you follow instructions from colleagues outside the room.
Needing to hear over all that, as well as over the sounds of gunfire, means he's able to hear things better than the average person. He can pick up on a conversation in another room if he concentrates. He even has a strange bonus of not being rattled by loud gunshots near his ears. However, music with too loud a bass (such as in nightclubs) make his head spin a lot easier than average, and he's not sure why.
014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.
He's keenly aware that he's not the best at getting very close to people. He has friends, but he's not used to anything 'more' than that (eg he didn't have a 'best friend' growing up). He had a 'thing' when he was a kid where he was scared of getting too close to people in case something horrible happened to them. While that doesn't affect him as much now, it does mean that he missed a few social skills when he was younger. Not only that, his hypermasculine background and mannerisms make it difficult to actually ask about these topics. He feels a bit awkward considering it, so he tends to gloss over it and is trying to figure out for himself as he goes. He might consider members of the crew as friends (such as the other senior crew), but accepts they might not be as fond of him because of this.
This also causes a problem when it comes to romantic relationships. Between that and him being demiromantic, he's never actually been in a relationship (though he would like to be). He's been jealous of those he knows in committed relationships, but isn't quite sure how to go about it himself. (In this regard, it would probably make more sense to have some sorta 'friends to lovers' approach).
079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others?
Despite the above, he is able to tell when something isn't right. He is used to being a calming factor amongst the senior crew (when he isn't spurred into anything).
At the same time, he can have moments of being a little too blunt instead of being completely gentle, but that is a factor of him viewing the situation from his perspective, and is never meant in a bad way.
1 note · View note
idakyrie · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
My obsession has arrived… The cringe too. AAHHHH I LOVE HIIIMMM, NEW CHARACTER THAT GIVES ME SEROTONIN 😩❤️
440 notes · View notes
reveluving · 1 month
Note
I have another ideaaaa 👀 I imagine Santi and Benny being very flamboyant when it comes to showing their admiration for someone. Imagine Rick bringing lunch to reader’s unexpectedly just to see Santi bringing her flowers and Benny giving her the heart eyes. My poor flag baby might have a stroke just from the scene in front of hiiimmm!!
a/n: Aria, baby. it’s been a long ass time ✋🏼😔 BUT THE FIXATION IS BACK (kinda. largely because I’ve been reading fics after fics of Oscar & Pedro chars. RAAAAAH). so we’re here baby, after 1 ½? 2 years later???? ENJOY
Tumblr media Tumblr media
warnings: humour & fluff; poor Rick just wants to love you in peace.
j.k. m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys'), or check out my full m.list!
Tumblr media
Oh, you know Rick’s eyes are TWITCHING. The paper bag in his hand, packed with lunch from your favourite stop, crumpling in his grasp, almost tearing at the top. Not the food though, he’s not trying to ruin his wife’s favourite. 
But he’s chill. Absolutely chill. He swears. 
Benny and Santi just had to stop by the same time he came home from work, both leaning against the white porch railing while you sat prettily on the bench. 
Benny was expressive in whatever he was talking about, likely his last boxing match from the way he was holding the air in a headlock before the three of you shared a laugh. As much of a troublemaker they were, they were your friends, after all. He’d chase them off his property or warn them with a glare any day if it meant cutting off any form of ‘allegiances’ with that horrible past, both yours and his.
Just when you were about to reply to God knows what they asked, you noticed Rick lingering by the mailbox. Your eyes lit up, and it didn’t take the duo any other hints to know that he was home.
“Rick!” You enthusiastically waved at your husband, beckoning him to sit on the bench next to you. Rick couldn’t help but smile back at you, walking over and ignoring the two until he reached the top step of the stairs.
“Boys.” He greeted them, going over to shake Santiago’s hand before Benny’s, flexing his hands as they shook to see if the other would break. None did, as usual, pulling away and somewhat putting the tension on hold in favour of you. Rick took a seat next to you, passing you the bag of food and a soft ‘there y’go, baby’ (but not really, he made sure the two would hear it). 
It took a few seconds, making sure he greeted you with a kiss before stretching his arm to lay on the backrest behind you.
“So, what’s the occasion?”
“The boys just came over to say hi. Gave me these flowers from the flower shop nearby,” You raised the calla lilies that were resting on your lap. Now, Rick was no flower specialist, but he has been to the shop countless times to buy you your own fix. 
And if he remembered correctly, they generally represented beauty.
Well played.
“And Santi was just telling me about this new Cuban restaurant just outside the neighbourhood.” You continued, turning to Santiago with an encouraging smile so he could tell Rick about it.
“Cuban restaurant, huh?” 
Santiago curtly nodded to his curiosity. 
“The best. Might even be your new favourite once you both try it.” He explained, only to glance at the paper bag Rick was holding—a look that was almost… Judgemental? Critical? All of the above? All Rick knew that the man before him was silently scoffing at his choice. 
And, well, Santi wouldn’t exactly deny that claim, either. 
Rick didn’t hide the scoff, only to pair it with a faux smile so you could take it as nothing more than a harmless banter, “Gotta be real good then. ‘Cause this here,” He cocked his head in the paper bag’s direction, “Is my wife’s favourite place. Our favourite place.”
Rick not only had to watch out for the bold claim Santi was making, but he also had to bear in mind the sight of Benny openly looking at you like a lovestruck puppy. The promising boxer didn’t even care about the passive-aggressive argument going on around him. He was just appreciating the beaut in front of him.
(Man’s just doesn’t give a shit atm).
“Hey, I’m not here to burst your bubble,” Santi huffed in amusement, raising his hands in a defensive way, “But I’m not trying to give the pretty girl any mediocre recommendations either. C’mon Flag, you, of all people, should know that we want the best for her.”
“Aw, Santi, you’re too kind.” You were touched and it showed, and Rick couldn’t argue with the statement. Without a doubt, he wants what was best for you, be it food, comfortable clothes, gourmet treats for the fucking neighbourhood cat you adore—anything. 
In the midst of their silent argument, you reached for Rick’s hand, holding his larger ones in between yours, “I’m sure Rick and I will enjoy it,” He mirrored the warm smile as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, only to break when you addressed the two, “And if it’s as good as you said it is, we might as well have a get together.”
Oh. 
You were growing concerned of the two’s silence, eyes darting back and forth and almost—almost asking what was wrong until Benny, as if snapped out of his trance, finally, spoke up. 
“Absolutely.” Benny raised his hand in a manner that a believer would in church. 
Abso-fucking-lutely.
˚ · . f i n . · ˚
Tumblr media
» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡
53 notes · View notes