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keferon · 2 days ago
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Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in snow bots AU :D
Them and their stupid winter crop tops. I’m gonna call them Pneumonia duo
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jesuistrestriste · 3 days ago
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cw (18+): sub!art, afab + femme!character, age gap, crying/dacryphilia, art being a sad and lonely hot guy in his forties, tashi and art never really got together, creampie
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dilf!art getting with a pretty young thing from down the block. . .
he always admired her effortless confidence and the way her body moved when she walked down the street to the corner store every weekend.
always watched her return from his brownstone apartment window; a pack of cinnamon gum and a case of peach seltzer in her hands.
she’s beautiful and bouncy and everything he didn’t get to have in his youth when he was too sucked into tennis to let himself live a little. he lost tashi to patrick. that was that. and he never tried dating again until about ten or so years ago.
they were all flings that crashed and burned their way through his thirties. meaningless moments where all he was left with was a wet dick and a heaviness in his chest. he hated it. he was done with it.
until her.
she was different.
she sparked a conversation with him one day when they ran into each other outside his doorstep. she was cracking jokes that only made her seem more intriguing because art didn’t understand the social context behind them— he was no longer hip and cool, he’d accepted it. but that, combined with the pop of her hip she did when she was making him laugh (not to mention the way she smacked her gum + batted her lashes when she smiled; all pearly whites) made him feel like even more of a creep.
but now she’s bouncing on his cock and gazing down at him while he gasps and squirms like a livewire underneath her.
they’ve only really known each other for a week and a half.
“say thank you, Artie,” she purrs, her hand tracing the spattered flush on his chest, “say it.”
he bucks his hips up as much as he can to meet her movements, and bites his lip hard enough to taste metal when his tip bumps her cervix.
“thank you, oh my god, thank you— thank you, thank you—! ha-aah-!”
he babbles; a broken record of whines and shaky moans. his throat hurts from all of the sounds being pulled from him when the most he’s talked all month has come from just a couple of boring, remote interviews about his athletic career.
and her, of course.
god, it’s all her..
he swallows and keens, and then his eyes are watering.
and then he’s sobbing. he’s choking on his tears and yet he’s still feeling the tight coil of warmth tense further and further and further-
“don’t cry,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the wetness from his cheeks, her hips swiveling to ride him harder just as the first slimy blurt of his orgasm spills inside, “you’re a good boy, okay? you’re perfect… a total catch…”
she smells like candy. she’s wiping his tears now.
“oh fuck, thank you-uu—hnghh!”
art lifts his hips, his face crumpling with pleasure and sadness, before he yelps and his climax wipes him out. his whole body trembles as he feels his cock pulse and coat her pussy with gooey clots of his spend. he’s practically wheezing.
he grips onto her hips fiercely; like if he doesn’t squeeze hard enough she’ll just go *poof*, and then he’ll be alone again.
“.. ungh, ‘m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry,” he whimpers, the aftershocks leaving him feeling bare and weak. stripped of all of his armor. if he even had any left to begin with.
she kisses his shoulder gently, and then she’s dipping her glossy lips down to whisper right next to his ear. her dainty necklace chills his skin when it dangles from her body and meets his collarbone. she’s so close to him.
“don’t worry, Mr. Donaldson…
you’ll be a great daddy.”
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anbaisai · 7 hours ago
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POV You asked the most no-fun guy on campus to play a game
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mossinaround · 2 days ago
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Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me!!! It's like a hundred ninety-nine degrees
When you're doing it with me !!!!
DOIN IT WITH ME!!!!!!!!!
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night-creeps · 1 day ago
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I feel like a lot of mouthwashing fans forget that murder is a bad thing.
Like those who have their good end is swansea killing jimmy before daisuke and anya die. Yes that would be a good ending but none of them WANT to escalate to murder! That's WHY it gets so bad! They're stuck together, but for most of the game anya is the only one who has a valid reason to want to kill jimmy but she doesn't want to be a murderer. Even swansea only escalates to prevent daisuke from being in pain.
Anya and curly are the only ones who worry about jimmy lashing out, swansea probably does have a sense after anya confides in swansea.
We as the audience have the knowledge of how unstable jimmy is because of the dramatic irony that comes from changing pov characters.
Curly is maybe the only one who could have stopped jimmy after the crash, but he's the only one physically incapable of sharing or acting on that.
Swansea probably had a bad feeling about jimmy after the crash, which is why he hides the working cryopod. He knew that information could be dangerous and lead to infighting so he made sure no one else knew.
As much as all of the characters are flawed, and make bad decisions, they are still all believably human characters.
More praise needs to be given to narratives that prioritize believable characters over 'perfect' endings. Mouthwashing is one of those stories where it couldn't have gone any other way.
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yourtamaki · 2 days ago
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when shanks knows you're in the mood (and he always knows, you can't hide a thing from him), he doesn't ask if you need or want him to fuck you. instead, he'll crowd into your space, press a kiss just below your ear, and ask if he can take care of you. and what an honour it is that he gets to be the one to give this to you, to have your legs around his waist and your nails biting into his back, to take care of you.
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onionring66 · 3 days ago
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Yes I drew fanart of them. Because they were funny….
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butter-luvur · 1 day ago
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I FINISHED IT, MORE MIKU ON THE WAYYYY
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roseknightred · 3 days ago
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They probably weren't exposed to an environment that showed or taught this skill and expect any strong statements to be met with retaliation.
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sunberies · 2 days ago
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dont ask me what happens between those four years that changes him, i dont know yet...
i love him, my son, also was having WAY too much fun with his hair...
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also just a little something idk :3
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h0use-fly · 1 day ago
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owed art + foliage practice = very experimental
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dangeroustaintedflawed · 1 day ago
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ppl complain about other girls postin about ed’s n gore like this isn’t tumblr.com
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vicky0m0 · 18 hours ago
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<3
hey
REBLOG IF YOURE OKAY WITH SPAM LIKING!!
REBLOG IF YOU GET SEROTONIN WHEN YOU SEE A BUNCH OF LIKES FROM SOMEONE!!
also if your someone who doesnt like spam liking and ive spam liked you im very sorry (/gen) i just really like ur stuff
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haveihitanerve · 1 day ago
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Gotham Protects Her Own
“Gotham protects her own.” Bruce had whispered to him once, in a, at the time, not so rare moment of affection, cradling dick to his chest as they looked over his city. Their city. Batman and Robin. Dick had believed him, of course, but he hadn’t really felt it. Not until he had stood at the bats side for the second year in a row, and his cape had fluttered. Dicks cape had never fluttered while he was standing. Running across the rooftops? Sure. Jumping over a chimney? Most definitely. But just standing still, no movement? It had never happened. Bruce’s did, from the very beginning Bruce’s cape had flown behind him, flapping with grace in the wind that was not there. But dicks hadn’t. But now… Bruce smiled down at him, pride lining every line in his face, before he took off across the roof, a challenge and a test at the same time. Dick chased after him, and for the first time since he had become Robin, he flew. His feet barely touched down, cushioned by the roofs, by shadows, and he laughed, wild and bright and free, and Bruce joined him, laugh deep and rich and full. Dick belonged to Gotham now, the city had laid her claim on him, and as Batman and Robin flew across the city, Dick could hear a new laugh join them, light and happy and feminine, delighted by their delight, their acceptance. Gotham protects her own, and Dick Grayson-Wayne, the first Robin, had earned that right, that protection, with his leaps and jokes and belief in Batman, in a belief in the city, in the belief that it could be better. 
Gotham protects her own. Catherine Todd had murmured to him once, late one night, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, eyes heavy from drugs. She was close to death, Jason could feel it practically wafting off her, and he didn't think much of her last words, a hazy drugged hallucination, slurred speech. But then she had passed and Jason had left, choosing the street over his father and then he had understood. People came looking for him, naturally, even his father ventured out, but shadows seemed to envelop him, the streets opened to his footfalls, and he always found a safe place to sleep, never waking with his things stolen or suddenly kidnapped. Jason could feel the city, his very lifeblood, could hear her music in her traffic, felt her song in the earthquakes. Gotham cradled him, sheltered him, and when the time came, pushed him to a left unattended Batmobile, tempting him to steal the tires. For the first time, Jason doubted his city, hated her for sending him into a trap. But then he became Robin, and Gotham squealed in delight, and Jason watched in awe as Bruce flew, as Gotham made his cloak billow, as she nurtured her prodigal son. Batman had gotten injured, once, badly enough that he had struggled with his grapple line, and it had snapped. Jason had screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Before he could cry over the dead body of his mentor, he found Bruce at the bottom of the building, not much worse for wear at all. Gotham had cradled him, shadows leaping to cushion his fall. Jason had laughed with glee, rushing Bruce home as quickly as possible, and something had brushed his cheek, a faint kiss against his forehead. Gotham protects her own and Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin, had been born into that right, that protection, and felt her city pound through his body like blood, feeding his soul. 
Gotham protects her own. Tim had seen the slogan on a Wayne Enterprise billboard once, when he had been seven, an ad campaign promoting insurance and helpful housing. It had become a sort of mantra for him, something he whispered under his breath every time his father made a snide comment about Tim lacking proper talent or social skills, after every call his parents declined, after every fight that had him biting his lip to stop the tears and debate running away. Gotham protects her own. Became his lifeline, his mantra, a promise of a better life. It wasn't anything he ever believed, until he finally worked up the courage to approach Bruce Wayne about the secret. Tim slipped on the Robin uniform for the first time… And something inside him settled. A woman's voice in the back of Tim’s head squealed. But as he raced over the rooftops, finally at Batman's side as he always dreamed to be instead of a few feet behind, snapping pictures, his cape dancing with the wind, his feet hardly touching down, that mantra, that false belief of hope, of a better life, became truth. Gotham protects her own, and Tim Drake-Wayne, the third Robin, had believed in that truth his whole life, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would protect him, and she finally had. 
Gotham protects her own. David Cain had warned her once, telling her great stories of the city with air of midnight black, of water a putrid green, and of a people a hardy and tough. It hadn't been a compliment, just another obstacle she would need to overcome to fulfill her future missions. She had believed him, of course, but… she had never truly known what it meant. Not until she had stumbled into the city, hurt, bleeding, afraid, and she had felt that… otherworldly power. Reaching for her. Its tendrils soft and kind, like a mother, shadows stretching across her, shielding her, as the League prowled the streets. It wasn't until she saw him. The Bat. And his little Bird, brutal efficiency and yet mercy in every action, wasn't until she saw how Gotham cradled them, lifted them, helped them to fly. Gotham had been more accepting to her than she had thought. Maybe because she hadn't hurt her children. Maybe because she knew her pain. Maybe because Cass had been so afraid. But whatever the reason, when Cassandra Cain-Wayne took to the streets, a proud, blazing Bat on her chest, her cape billowing behind her, Gotham sang. 
“Gotham protects her own!” Arthur Brown had screamed once. It had been in a fit of rage, followed by the sounds of windows crashing and tables smashing against the wall. He had been angry, livid even, the sound of his footsteps heavy and hard on the floor as he stormed around, pissed that Batman was unreachable for him, untouchable, protected by the city he claimed to do the same to. Steph knew the truth in the words, had been protected by them her whole life, finding a window open right when her father got home, the closet door unlocked miraculously after her father had locked her up, alleyways opening for her to escape through when bigger kids picked on her, or the cops chased her. And it happened now, as Arthur Brown came storming for her, rage and malice and every evil intention written across his features. Steph could feel that tug, that indescribable feeling of home, and she took a step back, melting into the shadows as she fled, fled her home, fled her father, fled his wrath and everything wrong with the world. She settled on the roof, the way she always did when he got like this, and waited, as she always did. For it to end. For him to stop. It was that night that she saw him for the first time. Steph had heard of him, of course, the Batman was infamous throughout Gotham by now, but she had never seen him in person. Never watched his work. It was at Bethany’s house. Bethany’s father, Vincent, was screaming again. The way Arthur was. But Gotham, Gotham didn't protect Bethany the way she did Steph. Or maybe Bethany just didn't listen. But Batman.. Batman listened. Batman protected. Steph watched, wide eyed, as he jumped through the window, as he grabbed Vincent by the throat and slammed him against the wall, snarling in his face. Steph watched, hands clutching her teddy, wondering whether she would rather risk her father than this demon. But he stopped. Paused. Threw Vincent to the ground in disgust, unconscious, and turned to Bethany. Beth had stopped moving, the way she always did when Vincent got the way he did, dissociating so she wouldn't feel his hands on her. Steph didn't think it worked, but it was something. Batman bent down, gentle, slowly, a few feet away, extending a hand to Beth. Steph couldn't hear what he said, couldn't see his face, but Beth blinked at him. She blinked, and she walked closer, slowly. And Batman… Batman held her, held her until she was crying, held her through her tears and wiped her eyes and rubbed her back, held her until she was asleep without nightmares, and carried her to bed, tucking her in gently. Steph didn't know how long she sat there, watching as he cared for this little girl, forgoing the Bat Symbol in the sky, and his anger, for her. Gotham protects her own, Steph swore as she watched him drop from the window the same night, flitting away on shadows only she could see. Gotham protects her own, and she would protect Gotham. She would mold herself after the Bat, and help. 
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lucielleblanc · 3 days ago
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doki doki theatre club!
(nene is mc here… otherwise id have it with rui as monika, emu as sayori, tsukasa as natsuki and nene as yuri… but rui is sayori bc. childhood friend :))
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the girls ever
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og sayonika colors
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