#GAAAAAH-

[lonely-moon-artist-blog]

PARKOUR!

And also kisses ehehehhe-

I have no idea how they could get there or how they would come down from there but...

:)

Ehehhe... Them. <3

Yes I drew this in magma again-

[manic-sapphic]

i love nate's spop art so much and i love that adora's covered in scratches cause if you think about it catra prob would be accidentally scratching her all the time but adora dgaf she'll deal so long as it means getting to have catra with her ahhhhh

[karma-haven]

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

[aaygplegail]

Even reliable people need someone to rely on willow

[dailytomlinson]

Absolute sunshine on stage in Santiago - 24.05

[acewithapaintbrush]

@somerandomdudelmao s latest update for the Cass apocalyptic series has given me mental damage so I'll make it everyone's problem

🐢🐢🐢🐢

Donatello remembers falling asleep. It's a generous word for dying, but that's what it felt like. Closing your eyes and just drifting off, just a feeling of contentment and peace. As peaceful as dying can be. 

It was painless at least. That's a plus if you ask him. The constant heaviness in his bones, the itching at the back of his eyes, telling him to close and never open them again, the constant buzzing in the back of his head. It all just went away the moment he let go. 

For a second he'd felt weightless. Free. He'd felt young again, had imagined himself jumping over rooftops with his brothers and feeling the wind on his skin. The battle shell a comforting weight on his back instead of the crushing burden it has become during the last few weeks of his life. He'd imagined himself jumping and landing, jumping and landing, effortlessly. Had imagined himself looking to the left and seeing Leo, keeping pace, grinning and whole. Looking to the right and seeing Mikey and Raph, happy and laughing. He'd imagined looking forward again and seeing April and Dad and so many others, standing there, waving at him, their silhouettes stark against the sun lowering behind New York's skyline. 

He'd thought "Ah. This must be heaven" 

And then nothing. 

And then too much, all at once. Like a computer going into overdrive, a hard drive rewriting and deleting itself over and over. He feels torn apart, his body rearranging itself constantly, nothing but a mist of energy one second and in the next blink of an eye a solid mess. When he has eyes and he can look down, he sees hands and arms glowing and glitching, but before he can panic or make sense of anything, he is gone again, just shadow and clouds, scattered across what his world has turned into. 

This is nothing like what Raph described. Donnie expected some mystical mumbo jumbo, thanks to their ninpo and their connection to their ancestors. But what he'd expected had been Gram-Gram and Dad, waiting for him with open arms. 

Not whatever the shell this is! 

Figures! Even in death this mystical stuff manages to screw him over. Paint him surprised. NOT! 

Time seems to be meaningless here. It feels like forever and it feels like just a second before something changes in his new world. The light changes, the texture of his surroundings solidifies. His body is as stable as it ever is, glitching and oozing with overflowing ninpo, but here and real. 

There is a figure in the distance and Donatello can't make out who it is but he knows, knows as instinctively as he knows himself, as he knows his brothers. 

The figure comes closer and they collide and Donnie feels himself rip apart AGAIN, but this time it's different. This time it's like coming home, like breathing in after years of holding it all in. 

And then there is nothing and then there is a lot again. Not too much this time, just the right amount. But confusing and dizzying. Donatello is still not quite back yet, still feels alien to himself, but he's as whole as one can probably be after dying. 

There are many new sensations pressing down on him. All of it familiar yet unfamiliar. The ninpo of his brothers, but much too young. The familiar energy of Casey Jones surrounding him, in contrast older and much more burdened than it should be. 

But no time to panic. Assess and analyze Donatello, it's what you do best. There will still be time to freak out once you have figured out what the hell is going on. 

"You know, I think I might need to invent a new scale to rate this rescue experience."

[thatthirstyweirdo]

FRANNY JOYFUL MY BELOVED

GAAAAAWD I LOVE HER!! I think she is a very sweet and nice and pretty little thing <33

[loveisactivated]

Yai looking at Jom pt.1

[slug-gore-bug]

Found this little weirdo skrunkling around in my deck.

[mapicccc]

bacon compared this to the s4 makes oh how I miss those times I need to reexperience s4 so damn bad

[bouquet-0f-clumsy-words]

Shrimpus

[obernice]

MY FUCKING GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE TRAILER?????????

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

[lamnwar]

MDNI 18+

"Aww, baby..." he coos as he wipes the tear away from your face.

Teppei's tone is sweet and compassionate, but his relentless thrusts are far from kind. That's maybe the trick with your husband; as sweet of a guy he appears to be, the moment his cock finds the mind-bogling grip of your cunt, he's one hell of a beast.

You cry and squirm, but no way you'll say stop. You love him just that much. And maybe you are tired and overworked. Maybe your body aches and your mind is foggy. But... look at him. His soft brown eyes looking at you like you're the most beautiful being ever, while his thick cock rams into you with a merciless force.

"Teppei... can't!" you whine.

"You said you wanted my baby, honey. Just one more, ok?"

You pout, but nod. God, what wouldn't you do to be his baby mama? You pull whatever force you have left in you and grab him like your life depends on it.

"Here you go, pretty wife. I'll give you a beautiful baby, alright? Make you round with our perfect kid."

And he kisses your forehead with so much love that you could faint from it. Teppei, your husband, your love, and the man that's gonna stuff you so full of his cum that you'll definitely birth his child in 9 month time.

[manikas-whims]

love how everytime i look at my blog, i’m greeted by dancing kitty Xavier 🥹

i will hide him in my pocket

[turquoise-eyes]

Sig :)

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

been seeing some twst x genshin art and the fact that they're putting ace down for pyro makes me so unbelievably angry

HE USES WIND MAGIC WHEN WE FIRST MEET HIM ARE YOU KIDDING ME