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Mark my words, at some point in my Hands On series I’m going to write a fic where some asshole won’t quit bothering Flambae at the bar, and just as he’s about to haul off and singe the dude, his Committed Situationship Robert Robertson the Fucking Third flies past him in a blur and just absolutely beats the brakes off this asshole 

And it’s gonna be so good, I swear to god. They get kicked out of the bar and Flambae takes a bruised but victorious Robert home and they get two steps in before he’s on him, practically panting, ‘That was so fucking sexy, defending my honor and shit’

And then he goes to kiss him but Robert stops him like, “Wait, let me brush my teeth first. I don’t want that guy’s blood in your mouth.” 

And what he means is that he’s worried about cleanliness/possible bloodborne disease, but what Flambae hears is ‘I won't let any part of that man touch any part of you’ and it just makes him even more desperate to ride this man into a pile of ash

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This is actually a scene that's just been bouncing around in my head for a while now, so instead of actually writing it down and continuing my fic, I decided to make it into a comic!

(textless version under the cut to gaze at the fishies)

Alright I need help figuring out something for my fanfic idea.

Basically—soulmate AU with a few extra steps.

imagine a universe where everyone had marks/tattoos that had something to do with their soulmate.

for example: a snake crawling up your arm if your soulmate has something to do with snakes.

Wether that be powers or just personal interests you don’t know—but at least you get SOMETHING.

also in this world if you get near your soulmate you start to glow/your tattoo starts to glow.

this is of course and issue with superheroes who would like to remain unidentified especially while fighting.

so they make devices you can put on your wrist that stops the glow ( unimportant as that’s not what I need help with—just a bit of context for my fanfic. )

now I already KNOW I’d like to give Robert a mark/tattoo of flames wrapping around his arm to some other body part.

but what would I do for Flambae?? ( not calling him Chad—I’ll think of another name )

I could do something mechanical, maybe something to do with the suit.

when i was sick i had a dream about gumiho robert

When everyone is fawning at how cute Beef is, how he's so adorable and the certified therapy dog of SDN, Flambae is the least bewitched (he still is) bc he has the most adorable cat in the world (he disappeared but still).

Kissing the girlies goodnight~

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Hana: wait. wait wait. you always liked liked me?

Su-Jin: yes.

Hana: actually?

Su-Jin: yes.

Hana: romantically. on purpose?

Su-Jin: yes-

Hana: why.

Su-Jin: …oh my- do you want a PowerPoint or a written report woman!?

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Lore for the future arc of this AU: ____

Yes, Hana really is that dense when it comes to someone showing genuine interest in her. Completely oblivious. Which is almost impressive, considering she’s had her fair share of situationships and casual hookups before. You’d think she’d recognize the signs by now. Apparently not. Wonder where she got that from… mini Mira…

Su-Jin doesn’t know whether to find it frustrating or endearing. On one hand, she wants to grab Hana’s face and ask how she can miss something so obvious. Everyone knew. Everyone and their mother knew. Except Hana. On the other hand, there’s something painfully sincere about it. Hana isn’t pretending. She genuinely doesn’t see it when it’s real. All her life, people only cared about her appearance, her wealth, her status, and who her mother is. That’s what they were always after, she was painfully aware of that.

And Su-Jin? It was supposed to be just a crush. A stupid, quiet little thing she was sure would fade with time. Something harmless. But this isn’t just anyone. If it goes wrong, she doesn’t just risk a failed confession.

She risks Hana.

She really tried not to show it, but she was terrible at hiding it from everyone whose name wasn’t Hana. And Mira and Rumi? They’re absolutely exquisite about their new status. “Mothers-in-law” has a very nice ring to it.

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I’m back with the second piece I wanted to do for @greyfalconzero vampire comic Bloodthirsty ✨🍷

Really wanted to do Abby in all his glory and had a specific vision for this one. It took me way longer than expected to finish, mostly because I suck at drawing muscles and was never fully happy with how it was turning out.

Hana and Su-Jin started having kids in their early thirties, after Su-Jin finally got more freedom once her idol career slowed down. The twins Ji-soo (left) and Seorin (right) are IUI babies, born in hospital in December. They are absolute little chaos gremlins who inherited everything that gives Su-Jin headaches, basically their uncle’s entire personality.

She still loves them dearly though, and sometimes she wonders if this is how her mother felt about her brother. Zoey was a huge help during that time, sharing her experience raising her own boys!

Min-hae is five years younger than his sisters and a very clingy little thing. Born in march at home, he adores both his mothers and gets fussy if anyone else tries to hold him. He’ll sometimes make exceptions for his grandmas, but no one else in the family XD

He also has this funny habit where he’ll just kind of exist in that baby way, staring into nothing like he’s not fully aware he exists yet. But the second someone gets too close or tries to pick him up, he snaps into full awareness and immediately clings to Hana or Su-Jin like his life depends on it. He’ll grow out of it eventually, but for now he is very committed to his favorites ✨

Su-Jin gave birth to all three of them. “Who’s the…?” there isn’t one, just an anonymous human donor. Sadly Hana is not the alpha to her omega… 😔💔

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- Hana is tall, but here she is wearing heels, still Su-Jin is smol~

- Hana = Mom, Su-Jin = Eomma

- Su-Jin did still go after her hunter duties during this time!

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btw thanks yall for giving me the motivation to finish this

im so nervous about posting this

i dont usually draw stuffs like this but learning to render muscles is very fun:3

He can handle iron mantles.

But give him a boyfriend who rubs warm fingers into his back during flare ups, tests the latest recipes on him every day, insists on spoiling his dog with bubble baths and handmade bathrobes, and he doesn’t know how to pilot that.

Except maybe just take pictures of Flambae in the morning.

When his smile lines relax and his hair inks every inch of the pillow.

When he has Beef snuggled under his chin, and his eyes screwed shut, unhappy with sunlight breaching the blinds of his apartment. Their apartment.

“Bob-Bob, don’t take my picture. My hair isn’t done.”

Robert loves his voice in the morning. The way it’s soft and smoked out and crackling with good rest. He squeezes Beef to his chest and half heartedly tries swatting Robert’s phone.

“Yeah, cause you woke up 5 minutes ago. Also, you’re using Beef as a pillow. I AM taking a picture. Let me look at you.”

He likes those pictures the best.

When Flambae finds out about them, confusion knits his brows together

It’s just him.

Singing while getting ready in the bathroom, making shaving cream beards on Beef.

Snoring on Robert’s patchy sofa with drool slipping from his mouth.

Him with the team, mid cackle, mouth smeared with burrito sauce.

Or him in the morning, with his hair an absolute mess and free and getting his smiling face lapped at by that sentient baked potato.

“Why do you only have bad pictures of me?”

He’s playful about it, when he asks Robert. Whiny. Because it kinda scares him. Because he remembers how comfortable he felt in those moments.

And Robert will shrug. And he’ll do what he’s good at. Tell it like it is.

“I don’t know. I like it when you look like you.”

Robert can’t outrightly say ‘I think you’re beautiful and my hands don’t know how to hold beautiful things.’

And Flambae can’t say ‘I think you’re the only person I ever want to look at me’.

Robert, dissappinted about something Flambae said/did: Dude.

(Post it again, sorry but Tumblr hashtag doesn’t see it otherwise^^’ )

Inspired by this post XD

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There's a heat building against his chest and it's not entirely alcohol-induced. He flat out whines at the excessive warmth, making his skin tacky and his shirt damp. The moisture trails along his jawline and Robert vaguely registers the sensation of being humid and sticky.

He parts his gaze and stares at Flambae spilling out of his lap like a clingy golden retriever, unawares of just how big he is. 's cute and all but Robert feels disgusting.

"Can you don't?" he grumbles, grammatical coherency be damned.

Flambae lets out a low chuckle, breath hitched in offense. "What, you're not enjoying my company, Bob Bob? You don't even know how lucky you are."

Robert stares at him, the wrong head throbbing. Without a lick of self-preservation, he reaches out and pinches Flambae's nose.

Flambae squawks and swats his hand away, eliciting a snicker. Robert leans forward and rests his forehead against Flambae's shoulder, sighing as he drinks in the musk of his cologne. It's fucking hot and his dick thinks so, too.

Insistent hands grab at his shirt. Robert feels the rustle and pop of buttons. When Flambae peels him out of his uniform, Robert can do little more than pant for air. The heat is suffocating—Flambae runs his hands over scar tissue with such reverence that Robert shudders. Oh god. Stop, don't do this in public.

"Who gave you this one?"

"Huh?"

Flambae traces the outline of what resembles initials, frowning. "They carved into you like a tree." He cups Robert's chin and tilts his gaze so that he can't escape. "It's giving me ideas."

Robert stares at him dumbly. "Can't you just mark me up like a normie? My neck is right here—hhh..."

Flambae nips at him, suckles at his flesh, without reserve. Robert just shivers in the booth and takes it. (He has nothing to give, all he can do is take whatever comes his way.)

"Gonna make you mine tonight, Robert."

"Is that a promise? Or a threat...?"

Flambae starts straddling him properly and rolls his hips forward. Robert is very, very into it, in no uncertain terms.

"I can do both," Flambae grins. "For you? Always gonna be both, bitch."