#lovebits

[kodakai727]

These two are some of my oldest characters! Ready to read about 'em? Of course you are!

First up, AV! He's an unsouled robot, though you wouldn't be able to tell much from interacting with him. He was built by Koda many years ago, hence his rather dated and segmented design. He's a passionate crooner, built to sing and entertain! He speaks in a synthesized voicebank replicating a Trans-Atlantic accent (think something like chipspeech!) that also handles his singing! Currently, he's touring the world with his partner, Himitsu, the two having long struck out on their own to make names for themselves.

Himitsu is a souled robot, fashioned loosely off a kangaroo! They were originally a computer virus that was given sapience and a soul, and desired nothing more than to be able to converse with their crush, AV, without fear of infecting them. Approaching Koda, they begged for a body to be made that could effectively quarantine them inside, and the two eventually began a friendship! AV and Himitsu eventually got to talking and are now a duet act of sorts, in private and to the public! A part of them still fears they might infect AV, so they're a little overly cautious around him, but they really and truly love their boyfriend, planning to propose eventually! Once they can find a court that will marry them, of course. Himitsu serves primarily as AV's manager, though they also work on the staging and backing music for his performances, preferring to stay out of the limelight if they can.

#kodakai727 #koda's characters #koda's art #av #himitsu #lovebits #robot #queer #oc

[mindietastic]

Day 68 - Love_Bits (Brazilian Portuguese)

Day 68 - November 1st, Tuesday Trying out a game in a different language

Language - Brazilian Portuguese

Game - Love_bits Developer - https://ohmpossum.itch.io/ Genre - Visual Novel

About - Playing a visual novel in a foreign language is definitely the toughest as

rating : 5/10

#indiegame #itchio #cute #casual #aesthetic #simulation #short #100mindie #lovebits

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.

He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.

Which is saying a lot.

Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.

Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.

The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.

Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 

Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.

And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.

The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.

That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 

He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 

Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.

He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 

“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”

“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”

Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.

“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 

No. “Kinda?”

Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…

Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.

He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.

“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”

Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.

“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”

Well shit.

Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”

“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.

But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”

Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 

They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.

“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”

#steddie #steddie fic #hi it's very late and this is very short #but I had to get it out before sleeps so here you go #so apologies if it's riddled with mistakes #I just missed writing lovebites #and this is the hc that keeps me sane knowing how many concussions Steve has had #like this is how he keeps recovering so quickly from all of them idkidk #okay please enjoy and have nice day xx

[starberrycx]

I ANIMATED SOMETHING OMG????

#murder drones #murder drones animation #lizzy x uzi #luzi murder drones #luzi #glitterbat murder drones #glitterbat #lovebites murder drones #uzi x lizzy #uzi doorman #lizzy murder drones #animation

[jabberwockprince]

🦌🐺<- evil homosexuals spotted flirting/fighting in vertin's suitcase

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 pavia #reverse 1999 oc #digital art #purinsu art #still on the fence about their shipname #PaVen? VenPav? VenVia? PV??????? #theres also claws&fangs or claws&horns or antlers&fangs #ive just been calling them piercings duo #i wanted snake bites to be the ship name for FMN x Venison #bc it JUST FITS SO WELL #but not sure what to give these two. hatebites. lovebites. something bites. #anyway their dynamic is that they make each other worse

[magiturge]

the other vampire

#my art #madness combat #madness combat oc #my ocs #lovebite

[rhlpixels]

Love bite

#pixel #pixel art #neon noir #rhlpixels #lovebite #vampire

[yeahiguess3232]

Darryl only smokes second-hand.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndaddies #glenn close dndads #darryl wilson #my art #glenn close #closeson #darryl x glenn #dndads s1 #dndads odyssey #sharing smoke is a totally platonic love language #im kinda not joking cause i do that with friends haha #anyway this is a bit more than platonic tho haha #those two make me go brrrrrrrr #peek at lil lovebites #good for them 👍

[thnks-fr-th-samulet]

i bet jess pegged sam and got really rough with him, because look at him, he's a big boy, he can take it. i bet she liked to bite his neck and his muscled back, and i bet sam whined when she did. i bet she moaned when he bit back just as hard.

#samjess #this was inspired by lovebites on forearms #as in sam should have some on his and jess should leave them there

[cyberbivey]

gay losers tw

#how do we feel about luzi murder drones tumblr #murder drones #uzi doorman #lizzy #murder drones uzi #murder drones lizzy #md #luzi #lovebites #lizzy x uzi #uzi x lizzy #art #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #lesbian #☆ gabriel’s art

[thatdoodlebug]

helsing calling for dracula in the forest

so romantic

#their most romantic scene #besides the time drac almost gave him the lovebite ofc #vancula #hammer dracula #dracula #van helsing #lorrimer van helsing #im so lost to them lmao #gifs

[spiders-rob]

Hey guys wanna see something awful? Too bad here it is

@dj-of-the-coven you stand accused/thanked for the crime of creating this monstrosity

#horror #rats rats rats #I'm bad and you love it #I want a vampire to bite me #vampire lovebites #picmix #dwight frye #renfield #dracula 1931 #eye strain

[harmonictechnicality]

Robin drags Steve to a local art exhibit on a goddamn weeknight. This is not his scene at all.

Pretentious douchebags in scarves discussing if that splatter of paint represents socioeconomic downfall? Nah, this shit is not for him.

Robin ditches him halfway through the exhibit to talk to some sculptor that she’s got a thing for. Honestly, Steve would’ve done the same thing if it were him. But still, Steve is five minutes away from leaving her ass and taking a cab home.

He’s sitting on metal bench, centered a few feet away from the oversized canvas of scattered colors.

It looks like such a mess. Scribbled strokes of paint and lines that bump into curves. Everything intersecting. Someone would probably try to convince him that it represents the artist’s troubled past or fucked up childhood.

To Steve, it’s just a mess.

“What do you think?” A voice asks, joining Steve on the bench.

He looks to be about Steve’s age. Bold features, bolder hairstyle. All black clothes with chunky red combat boots. Elaborate tattoos creeping over the collar of his shirt.

Steve shrugs. “Truthfully? I don’t get it.”

“It’s art. What don’t you get about it?” The guy looks stunned.

Is Steve really about to argue with a complete stranger over lines and colors?

“There’s nothing but lost movements.”

Guess he is.

Steve observes the nameplate next to the canvas and goes off.

“Like this Eddie Munson guy held up a paintbrush and went, ‘fuck it, they’ll never know this is bullshit.’ Honestly, this whole place is a facade for people to masquerade around, pretending to be in tune to artistic expression, but they’re not.”

“They’re not?”

“No.” Steve answers immediately, a little defensive. “Nobody here gives a shit about what the artist is trying to convey, and this artist…”

Steve points at the artwork.

“This Munson guy knew that. Knew he could fool every rich asshole in this place.”

The guy looks at the painting and laughs. He’s got a nice smile, Steve thinks. Wide and genuine. Not too perfect. Not overly rehearsed. Like he doesn’t give out smiles to just anyone.

“Eddie Munson couldn’t fool you though, could he?” He finally says, looking directly at Steve.

The intense eye contact makes Steve a bit fidgety. Nervous. “I guess not, no.”

“I like that.”

“Like what?”

“That you refuse to see what everyone else sees.” The guy turns away, releasing Steve from the gaze. “Even if that would be easier.”

It almost sounded like he was trying to say he likes Steve. Not that Steve would complain if that were true. This guy is not his type, but that doesn’t mean he’s unwilling to expand his definition of type for someone that’s interested in him.

“What do you think about it?” Steve tilts his head towards the canvas.

The guy twists the ring on his thumb, processing an answer. He crosses his legs, then un-crosses them. Twists the ring counterclockwise now.

“I think the painter abandoned their originality to meet their growing audience’s expectations of them as an artist.” He finally says.

Steve scoffs. “How did you draw up a conclusion like that?”

The guy hums and abruptly changes the topic. “What did you say your name was?”

“Steve Harrington.”

“Right.” He gets up and gestures toward a ‘staff only’ door. “Up for a little field trip, Steve Harrington?”

This is dumb. Breaking laws is something Steve left behind in his angst-filled teen years.

But this guy is bad-boy hot and Steve is painfully bored, so he follows the stranger despite his better judgement.

They enter the door and are instantly greeted by a trail of empty paint buckets. There’s dirty tarps covering the floors and countless canvases laid out across the wide room.

Right away, Steve can tell this is what art is all about. The chaos. The urgency to create as soon inspiration strikes.

And these paintings look nothing like the one hanging in the gallery. These paintings are full narratives told through shapes and pigments.

These paintings could be an autobiography on the topic of someone who experiences life deeply. Passionately.

These are the untold masterpieces.

“Wow.” Is all Steve finally comes up with.

“To answer your question,” the stranger gestures grandly to the entirety of the room. “This is how I drew up that conclusion.”

“This was the originality. It’s stuck behind these four walls, but it’s where everything started. It’s where everything should have stayed.”

Steve carefully watches the man explore all the different works of art. Bending down to touch some. Smiling playfully at others. Steve is stupidly captivated by his ability to shine amongst literal art.

“What did you say your name was?”

The guy chuckles and walks back over to Steve. “I didn’t.”

“Right. Are you gonna tell me?”

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on if you’ll still kiss me after I tell you.”

They’re standing close, Steve hadn’t realized it until now. Maybe it was him closing the distance. Maybe it was the stranger. Maybe it was gravity growing tired of their mediocre foreplay.

But they’re close now. So close that Steve can see the lightening bolt tattoo below the stranger’s left ear. A thought runs rampant in Steve’s slutty mind that he could see every single neck tattoo if he were to start unbuttoning this guy’s shirt.

He’s close enough to do it.

“I’ll still kiss you afterwards,” Steve agrees dreamily. Getting high off of paint fumes and close proximity.

The stranger lets his hand wander up the back of Steve’s neck, breaths getting caught in Steve’s throat at the contact.

“I’m that Eddie Munson guy.” He says in a low whisper. “The same one who held up a paintbrush and went, ‘fuck it, they’ll never know this is bullshit.’”

Every word he utters is cautious now. Like Steve might change his mind about kissing him.

Steve doesn’t change his mind.

He pulls hard at Eddie’s collar, lets their lips collide dizzily fast. Eddie’s mouth pushes against his to lead the kiss, Steve is more than happy to let him do so.

It’s a noisy kiss. Sounds escaping out of the corners of their mouths. Airy gasps and rustling clothes filling the open space.

Steve breaks the kiss to speak, inhaling as much oxygen as he can get. “I’m guessing you bring lots of guys back here and woo them with your secretly amazing art.”

Eddie had transitioned to kissing Steve’s neck while he was talking, but stops as soon as Steve says that.

“You’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart.” Eddie cradles Steve’s flushed cheeks with both hands. “I only bring pretty boys who refuse to see what everyone else sees back here.”

Steve moves Eddie’s hands and wraps them around his own neck. “Even if that would be easier.”

Eddie smiles. “Exactly.”

He goes back to sucking on Steve’s neck, like he was rudely interrupted before, and Steve starts to feel as chaotic as the art surrounding them. Eddie marks him with a fresh bruise, just below his right ear. Mirroring the exact spot where Eddie’s lightening tattoo is located.

Eddie licks over it. Swirling his tongue in sweltering circles, making Steve pant wow as he finishes the creation he was designing solely with his mouth.

He exhales a single laugh into their kiss.

“Why are you laughing?” Steve asks.

Eddie shakes his head.

“I really like doing things that make you say wow like that, Steve Harrington.”

Steve kisses Eddie’s cheek. “I really like that too.”

Eddie kisses him thoroughly slow once more, then nibbles over Steve’s ear as he whispers:

“Kinda curious to find out what else I can make you say.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #art gallery meetcute #it gets a little smooch heavy at the end there #I’m physically incapable of writing Eddie not giving lovebites #it’s probably a disease i should get my head checked out

[z3mbiecircus]

will be posting a lot of gabber mwahahaa

#madness combat oc #madness combat #oc x canon #self insert #self ship #2000s #newgrounds #z3mbiecircus #z3mbieart #tricky the clown #🦇lovebites🧠

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

What if Chay moves on from Kim and starts bringing over people from clubs and college parties to the minor family house ? He picks them carefully , he now knows how to , they're usually vaguely aware of who he is. They also know enough to not question the security surrounding him and his "house". He's learnt to protect himself from people who get close only with their selfish ulterior motives.

He's only young and in college once. He's gonna enjoy it goddamnit.

Except once when Kim comes over to the minor fam house at Kinn's request for "personally verifying the money leaks Porsche found out and see if he could update the security in any way possible while he's at it " , and he runs a *bit* late . Kim gracefully accepts Porsche's invitation to "crash opposite to Chay's room , that's where his friends stay over sometimes . Chay's my brother by the way, have you guys met?😄".

And Kim has to listen to Porchay and some ba**ard loudly make their way to Porchay's suite in what was so late at night that it was early in the morning , even by Kim's standards.

Pants , purrs . *Moans.* F#cking moans.

And thuds of flesh on the wall when they got too excited and tripped on the carpet. Laughs and giggles. Not a care as to who might hear.

Kim thought it would end once they got in the suite . Well he was wrong. He had to listen to every single whimper, shout and cry ; and finally understood why the maid explained how Khun Porchay prefers the entire floor to himself for his music usually .

He couldn't sleep even after it got fully quiet . He couldn't sleep for a long time after .

#porsche is blissfully unaware of everything #except the mafia he's getting pretty good with practice maybe even better than kinn #Kim purposefully made it late to stay over except porchay got home 4 hours later than he expected #also who's to say that Kim won't find a lovebite riddled macau cooking a light breakfast and coffee the next morning around noonish #when he himself went to the kitchenette to get a strong cup of coffee fir battling hus mother sleepless night #macau might have been whistling along to a cherry wik song while flipping pancakes and finishing off with a smiley face on top #and kim fully realises what he's lost for the first time ever #thai boys love series #thai drama #thailand #thai bl series #kinnporsche #asian lbgtq dramas #kinnporche the series #kimchay #jeff satur #be on cloud #barcode tinnasit #ta nannakun #i always imagine ta as macau idk why he's just a perfect macau in my mind #I'm kimchi through and through but this took root in my mind a couple of days back and won't let go #jealous kim is my jam #macauchay #i guess?? #battle his sleepless night i meant* #cheery wik song * #also bonus that kim had to listen to the early morning round when he comes back with a very sad black coffee and apple

[magiturge]

variety of shit for giggles

#my art #madness combat #madness combat oc #io #lovebite #a. orta #sawyer #mechaniturge #cupid soldat #cami #gruntsona #my ocs