#I fucking love this trash man

[gunsoffire]

I Wonder Why Amanda Doesn't Want Trevor in Her House

(The transitions in this game are golden)

[aria-greenhoodie]

I fucking HATE them.

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[daethspells]

This level of beauty should be illegal

[h0estar]

"Well, would ya look at that. Yukine's grown up to be a good kid, huh?" "But of course! he's my kid, after all!"

happy father's day ig -yukine, probably

[landfilloftrash]

Binged the entirety of Flogging Molly’s discography, and while listening to Every Dog Has Its Day I felt the muses start beating me with a stick to go draw the depressed dragon dad (so here he is)

[zazikels]

working on a gifset and can i just say phia saban the ACTRESS THAT YOU ARE:

the sharp fucking turn when he's like wubuwbwu its a lieeee, the withering looks she gave him. it was excellent.

[saintlioncourt]

watched Logan (2017) for the first time after watching every single x-men/wolverine movie this week and lemme tell you-

I am NOT okay. what the FUCK

[chotachica]

Binge read Nevermore on Webtoon yesterday and not ashamed in the slightest to say that Pluto, Monty, Annabelle and Eulalie >>>

[thealwriteytrashdump]

Twist of Fate

Albert x Reader >:)

Well, this wasn’t how you expected your weekend trip to go.

Stirring your drink with the straw, you sighed heavily, taking another sip of the super-sweet cocktail. Drinking your heart out in the hotel bar wasn’t quite how you planned tonight, but the one detail of your itinerary you couldn’t control decided that he’d skip out after meeting you for the first time.

You could feel the chill in the air despite the stunning sweater dress you wore, your hair was styled the way the stylist taught you. You even wore makeup, dressing to impress your potential partner you met in an online chat server.

If you were being totally honest, this trip has done nothing but make a fool out of you. First, your flight was delayed causing you to miss your connection and subsequently making you wait in the airports for the better part of 18 hours, despite a direct flight only being 4 hours from where you lived.

While waiting in the airport, you got food poisoning and nearly shat yourself three separate times, once while on the actual plane. When you landed, due to his inability to get the days off for your trip, the man you were meeting was away at work which forced you to pay for a 30-minute taxi to your hotel that ended up costing you most of your budgeted food and fun money.

Finally when you dolled yourself up to actually meet this man, he took one look at you in your dark tight sweater dress, draping down to your mid-thigh, matching nicely with the pantyhose stockings and heels you chose specifically for this moment, and ditched you the moment he could.

He took you out, of course, but wanted to split dinner and drinks, but your extremely limited budget meant that you didn’t quite get the meal or the drinks. More just watching him awkwardly eat his meal while you munched on bread, trying your hardest to hold a conversation with him.

Despite all that, you were willing to say that it was fun, because you were with him, a man you were interested in. Of course, when he dropped you off at your hotel and drove away without saying much, you decided to head back to your room, slightly disappointed he didn’t want to spend the night.

Your texts went unanswered in the group chat and your private messages. Ultimately after a few hours of trying, he posted pictures in the group chat of him at a bar with assumed friends, arm around another woman.

Adding insult to injury, when questioned, he logged off and ignored you.

Now here you were, spending the rest of your money on one last drink in the fancy hotel bar just before it closed, dressed to the nines for no one but yourself, nursing a heartache as you contemplated what to do. Now you had nothing to do for the next couple of days while you waited to take your flight back home. You should probably leave the group chat, block his number, and move on.

Another sigh fell past your lips as you sipped on the cocktail, wondering idly if you should ask your sister to borrow some money.

How humiliating.

"What is a lovely dame like yourself doing all alone?"

Ignoring whoever was talking, you took another sip, more interested in wallowing in your self-pity, assuming that whoever was talking to someone else.

But the gentleman was not deterred, he took a seat and waved the bartender over as he placed his hand over yours and leaned in.

"It's rude to not answer a gentleman, little lady." He says lightly as he pulls up your hand to his mouth for a light kiss. The sensation of his lips on your hand pulled you out of your stupor, making you focus on the gentleman in the expensive sunglasses.

It’s midnight.

Flushing lightly, you open your mouth to say something but find your voice gone as you feel his gloved hands warm yours. His eyes were barely visible in the lens of the metal frame, as he watched you with a smirk.

“Oh? I’m sorry, I’m not-” you begin to say, pulling your hand away from his but he tightens his grip.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink, darling?” he says suddenly, as the bartender arrives. There was a moment of hesitation, just wanting to finish up and go to bed but mostly because you couldn’t afford another drink to drink. You don’t answer in time, and he signals the bartender to get another of the same drink you’re sipping on.

“Oh no no, I’m fine-”

“That’s not what I think, dear. You never answered me,” The bartender pushes forward a whiskey glass with a double shot for him with the hint of orange and peel and another cocktail for you. The gentleman smiles at you, raising his glass in a toast. Awkwardly you raise your glass to his before taking another sip.

“What is a beautiful young lady like yourself doing here specifically?” he asks again, cocking his head at you, pausing for your answer.

There was an inkling of that feminine fear in the back of your mind as you took him in. An older man, mysterious and a little handsome with a jawline that could cut glass. His hair was slicked back neatly away from his face, as he took a drink from his glass. A handsome stranger here to sweep you off your feet while you are down in the dumps in a strange bar, in a strange city.

Trouble.

“I… I’m not sure what I am doing here,” you say honestly, taking another swig as you drink him in some more. He wore a dark expensive-looking suit, an expensive watch on his wrist. He had his seat turned to you, showing off his long legs in the clean pressed suit pants with the shiny leather dress shoes.

Expensive trouble.

“I came here with an expectation and well, that kind of fell through.” You sip again, finding yourself finishing the first drink you were nursing. He brought the whiskey to his lips.

“What about you then, stranger?” You asked as you brought your straw to your lips, watching as he lifted his head lightly to drink, watching the way he swallowed.

“I have business in the city, things that need to be taken care of,” he says carefully, eyes still on you and the way you pucker your lips around the straw.

“Do you come here often?” you asked gently, side-eyeing him, feeling the effects of drinking on an empty stomach. Normally, your tolerance was higher, but considering that you never even got a proper dinner, things were processing quickly in your gut.

“Often as of late, I’m meeting with some potential business partners in the city,” he says, signaling another round for himself,

“Care for another drink, beautiful?” He asks as the bartender pushes another glass to him, watching you like a hawk as you contemplate his offer.

You should say no, you should go back to your room and go to bed.

“Sure.”

He smiled as he spoke to the bartender,

“A twist of fate, please.” He ordered as he leaned a bit closer to you. Against your better judgment, you allowed it, letting him come up close as he angled you to face him, gripping your stool and pulling you toward him in one powerful movement. Surprised, you flush darker as he continues to watch your face.

“Do you believe in fate, dear?” He asks as the bartender pushes another light pink cocktail to you. You take the delicate stem of the glass lightly as you glance back at this stranger’s handsome face, taking note of his long straight nose and thin soft lips,

“If I say yes, are you going to talk about twisting it?” You asked as you raised your glass to him again, a smile on your lips as he clinked his glass with yours.

“Well, my dear, if we’re lucky, our fates could be twisted together tonight. Don’t you agree?” He says smoothly as he gulps back his drink, you couldn’t see them, but you were sure his eyes were on you. Slowly taking a sip, you were surprised at how light and sweet the drink was, you couldn't taste the alcohol at all.

“Your eyes flicker to his face as you gulp back your drink, lifting your head as you subtly arch your back, feeling yourself melt away into buzzing pleasure.

This was dangerous but you couldn’t care less right now, enjoying the way he eagerly watched your every movement.

“I’m sure there’s something we could twist tonight,” you say dumbly, unable to think of a better quip as your nervous inhibitions drained away, replaced with drunken confidence.

He chuckled, taking a look around at the emptying bar, finishing his drink in one gulp. He paid the bartender and stood as you finished your cocktail.

Unfortunate that you got so fucked up on only three drinks.

“My dear, why don’t we take our fate upstairs?” He asks as he holds out his hand to you. You could feel your tummy burn but with what you couldn’t be sure. Taking his hand, you let him lead you away, you should really go to bed. You were almost too buzzed, trying to focus on walking straight with him.

“What is your name?” you asked as you both entered the elevator, leaning heavily on him as he supported the both of you. He chuckled again, breathy as he snaked an arm around you to steady you against his firm body.

His cologne fills your nostrils, smelling deeply of a spicy wooden scent, mixed with a deeper huskier musk and the lighter scent of pomade. You lean into him to take in more of his scent, pressing into him as you look up to him. Holding onto his forearms as you struggle to find your balance again.

“Albert,” he says simply, taking your chin in his gloved hand as he studies your face. You could just barely see his eyes in the dimmed elevator lighting, yours flickering down his lips, before making eye contact again.

He really was a handsome man, a delicious-smelling handsome man.

You snake a hand up his arm to his shoulder, feeling firm muscle under the blazer. You could feel his hands holding your waist, latching onto your hips as you regained your footing. You push up to his face, wanting to feel how his lips feel, consequences be damned.

You lean against him, tippy-toeing as you push on his shoulders to bring him down to you. You misjudged where exactly his mouth was and accidentally kissed his chin before moving up to his waiting mouth. Your eyes close as you press yourself into him, too drunk on alcohol and his scent to care about anything else.

Albert smirked, pleased as he held you against him, letting you leave sloppy kisses on his face. He felt your soft body underneath the sweater dress, lightly pushing up the hem to your ass as he grips your flesh. He swallows your soft needy moans as he loses himself more in your person.

He wasn’t as intoxicated as you were, but he was certainly entranced by the sweet rosy scent of your body oil. The clean floral notes mixed with a deeper musky scent he hadn’t smelled in a long time. The chemical signals in his brain click as he breathes it in more.

Delicious.

The little desperate noises you make as you press into him, feeling along his neck and chest, make him feel hot and desired as he holds you close to him.

A tempting little vixen you are, pulling back as you look into his sunglasses to his hidden eyes, the only thing that matters to you at this moment. Dragging your hands down his shirt to his crotch to rub him over the pants, boldly declaring what you desire from him.

You lean back down, pulling away, content with just teasing and waiting in his arms for the elevator door to open. He dips his head, brushing his nose against your hair, squeezing your side a tad harder.

“Will you join me, darling?” He asks quietly, as the elevator dings and the door opens.

“Join you?” You attempt to move to exit the elevator but he doesn’t move, bringing you close to him again. He presses into you from behind, burying his head into your hair,

“Yes, do you want to join me in my room tonight, dear?” He asked again, pressing you snugly against him, letting you feel everything that he is. The doors close, befuddling you,

“Weren't… we not going to go that..?” you asked innocently, trying to turn back to look at him. He huffed your smell deeply and chuckled breathily into your hair again.

“Of course.” He pressed a different floor button, and the elevator began to rise again.

He held you against him tight, nuzzling into your ear as you leaned back against him, still confused as you arched involuntarily into him, the pleasure buzzing deep in your veins from his hard body.

He moved your hair to the side, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, placing gentle wet kisses, and brushing his nose against the sensitive skin just behind your ear, inhaling deeply as a deep sigh rumbles out of his chest. The sound vibrates into your backside and makes you shiver as his hands begin to roam your body.

He felt up your stomach to just above your ribs, pulling you into him, as his other hand traveled down to your thighs. He presses patterns into the exposed skin just under the hem of your dress as he lightly ruts against the cleft of your ass.

He’s grunting into your ear, as he dragged his hand up ever so slightly to just below your breasts. Just when you think he’s going to touch you, the elevator dings again. The doors opened and he pulled back unwillingly, out of breath.

A little whine ripped out your throat before you could think about it and he’s pulling you along, past the other guests waiting for the elevator. You’re stumbling from the inhuman strength of his pulling but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

He pulled out a keycard and swiped it several times at his room door before the door opened, and he’s pulling you in.

The room was dim, and as soon as the door closed, he was back on you again. This time, he’s kissing you hard, pushing you against the wall next to the door. He eagerly tasted your sweet breath, and breathed in your sweet scent, letting out a louder noise than he intended. A low guttural noise that travels straight down your body to your core.

Hearing him needy for you coaxes out soft little whines as you get swept into his passion. Trying to pull him closer to you as you both move in tandem. He pushed, you pulled. You pushed, and he pulled like waves crashing onto the beach. He doesn’t allow you a single moment to catch your breath as he holds you against the wall, nipping your lip in warning as he presses his thigh betwixt yours.

You eagerly accept his invitation, groaning deeply as you open your mouth to him, trying to rut on his muscular thigh as he rubs his hands up and down your sides. He felt your curves, hand sliding up to hold onto your chest as he pressed his leg harder against your cunt, enjoying the strangled noise you make as he tastes the back of your throat.

He pinched your nipple hard through the dress and your bra and you pulled away with a cry, arching hard as pleasure jolts through your body from his fingertips.

“Too much?” he breathed as he leaned in, kissing your ear and neck, sucking your earlobe as he massages your breast.

“Not enough.” you choked out as you kicked off your heels, and attempted to take his blazer off, he groaned as he shrugged it off quickly, tossing it away as he takes your mouth again, dominating your weak attempt to keep up with him. He swallows every little sound, as he tugged on your dress.

“Darling..” he breathed as you pulled away to catch your breath.

Taking off your jewelry, you tossed it in the direction of your heels, uncaring about where they ended up as you tried to take off the dress too quickly, messing up your hair in the process. You struggled a bit as your arms caught in the dress that’s stuck on your head, getting turned around. You heard him in the background, chuckling as he stepped up eagerly behind you, bringing his hands up to your chest, squeezing your breasts hard as he kissed the exposed part of your nape. The heat of his body on your back, makes you realize he’s undressed too.

“Having trouble, darling?” he says as you squeaked in embarrassment, flushed and overheated, he presses his bare chest into your back as he massages your tits, waiting for your answer.

“I can’t get it off,” you say quietly, as you feel him smile against your neck, squirming as he teases your chest lightly.

“Oh well,” he says as he lifted you up, dragging you to the bed making you squeal in confusion and fear when he tossed you back against the soft covers. He took his time crawling and settling on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight, to untangle you from the dress. Albert dragged his hands over your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin of your chest he could.

As he pulls the dress up and over your head, you find he’s still wearing the sunglasses and gloves but his shirt is gone, and his belt is unbuckled. You take in the Adonis of a man before you, wiry and muscular as he leaned back to take you in too. Your arms held captive over your head stuck in that soft temptation of a dress, your matching lingerie and pantyhose hugging your frame nicely.

“There you are, beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips and nose against yours and he kissed you deeply. He dragged his hands up your sides and down your stomach, teasing your navel as he revels in the feeling of your soft skin.

“God, darling…” he breathed as he kissed along your jaw, nipping your earlobe, pleased when you cried out and arched into him, trying to get your arms free so you could touch him too.

“Albert,” you whined as he kissed down to your clavicle. He hummed in response, suckling as his hands reached up to squeeze your chest. He bit hard, making you cry out as you tremble from the pain coursing pleasure through your veins. He sucked down hard, reaching behind you to unhook your bra but to his mild surprise, he did not find the hooks. He pulled back as you whined needily for him again.

“The front, the clasp is in the front,” you say as you struggle once again to free your arms, trying to fight the drunken lusty stupor you find yourself in.

Albert says nothing as he unclasps your bra, watching your tits bounce open as they’re free from the bra, enraptured by the beauty of your body. He glances up to your face: to the way your face flushes, to how you bite your lip and look up at him with those eyes. The way you’re helpless against him. Your chest heaves with every bated breath and it’s his turn to flush red.

He didn’t realize how much he wanted this. Wanted you at this moment.

He swooped down to your chest, taking one breast in hand as he sucked hard on the other tit, rolling the nipple between his teeth, making you cry out as he eagerly pleasured your body. You lifted yourself against him, trying to find the friction you so desperately needed against his body. Desperate to touch him in some way. You struggle wildly with the dress, willing to go as far as rip it to free your arms.

He lets out a deep growl as he holds you still, taking his time littering your chest with love bites, thrusting his hardening member against your clothed cunt as best as he can.

“Albert, please..” you begged, as he pulled off your nipple with a pop, turning his attention to the other as he dragged his hand down your stomach to your thighs, pulling them apart. He glanced up to your face, effectively silencing you as he nips and sucks on your tits.

He slid his hand over you, teasing you over the panties; brushing your clit with his fingers.

You can’t look away from his eyes, if you didn’t know any better, you would say they were a bright burning red in the dimmed darkness of the room. Burning you deeply as you’re helpless against this incubus of a man. You needed more and more, finally freeing one of your arms from the dress, reaching down to pull him back up to your face for a kiss.

He pulled you to him, fitting you like a puzzle piece against him, and you’re delirious with desire, rutting against his hard-on like a whore, kissing him desperately, finally able to touch him like he’s been touching you. You absentmindedly dragged your hands over his hair, knocking down his sunglasses accidentally.

He growled and bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, making you cry out in genuine pain as he pulled back quickly.

Suddenly and instantaneously, you were flipped in the bed with your face in the sheets, and Albert gripping your hands back over your head. A gasp left your lips as he leaned down to snarl against your ear,

“Don’t do that,” he warned, kissing your neck gently, you nodded eagerly still high off lust and alcohol, completely obedient as you lifted your ass and rubbed against his body wantonly. He laughed a sinister snicker,

“Little whore so eager for me..” he breathed as he leaned back up, watching you shake your ass desperately for him.

“Please, Albert,” you whispered, trying to get him to touch you again.

“Please… What?” You heard the clink of his belt and your heart skipped a beat, hyper-focusing on the slight rustling as he pulled his pants down a little, but what he did was a mystery to you as you arched up in the air for him.

“I need this, I need you.” You’re embarrassed to admit it but it’s true. He chuckles,

“I’m afraid you need to be a little more specific than that, my dear,” he whispers into your ear, rubbing the tip of his head against your clothed ass as he jerks himself nice and slow.

You gasped as you felt the bulbous head rubbing against you, trying to find the words that would allow you to feel him. All of him.

“I.. I want you to fuck me.” You say unabashed, pushing back into him needily. He jerks himself faster, pushing into your panties as he hisses lightly.

“You want me to fuck your nice little ass?” he says, rutting against you with every word.

“Yes! Albert, please… Fuck my little hole!” He settled a bit before he grabbed your hair and roughly yanked you up, reveling in the pleasured cry you made,

“Don’t move, keep your pretty little head down and your ass up like a good little slut. Understand?” He breathed, low and dangerous.

You nod desperately, but he yanked your hair harder,

“I said, understand?”

“Yes! Yes sir!” you keened whorishly, about ready to burst already when he shoved your head back down into the bed and pulled back. There is a sense of loss as he left the bed, but you do as you’re told, head down, ass up.

You can hear him rustling around, searching for something before he sighed and returned, giving a light kiss to your ass before pulling your underwear and pantyhose down, teasing your cunt with his fingers. He poked and prodded at the entrance as he slid his thumb down to your clit, playing you like a musical instrument.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” he groaned as he grips and pulls your ass cheeks, slipping his thumb into your opening as he stroked himself. Albert breathed deeply, unable to control himself as he lined himself up eagerly, rubbing his tip against your twitching hole, listening to you gasp, watching you spread your legs wider, pushing back into him needily.

“Such a good little whore.” he hissed as he slowly pushed in, trying to control his breathing and power as he sinks into your warmth.

The sheer girth of his shaft makes you cry out, arching hard against the pained pleasure and making him grunt as he stutters to a complete stop, unable to speak a full sentence as he waits for you to relax again.

“Tight, darling.. So fucking tight.” he breathed, itching to just slam forward, to fuck you as fast and rough as he wants.

“Albert. You’re so big..!” You drawled into the sheets, trembling as he rubbed and kneaded your hips, pushing further into your tightness and drawing a longer whiny moan from you as he hilts himself deep within.

You’re stretched to your limit, needing him to hold still for you as you breathe deeply, trying to push past the burn. He doesn’t though, moving as soon as he felt you relax against him. The drag of cock against your folds, forced a guttural whimper from your throat as he steadied himself with your hips.

He groaned deeply, feeling his pleasure spike into his fingertips and electrocuting his brain. He pulled out slowly, pushing back in, concentrating on keeping control for as long as he could.

You cried desperately needing him to go slow as you lose your mind, the pulsing of your velvety walls milking him as he fucked you. He pushed slowly and deeply as he thrust into your cunt.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” His breath hitched as he began to move a little faster, unable to resist the way you feel, practically sucking him in by the cock.

It was all too much and not enough for you, needing to feel him but being overwhelmed by every touch. You gripped onto sheets, unconsciously tightening as you tried to move against him. Albert huffed, breath knocked out of him as he continued, hardening his grip on your hips as he slid a hand up your back to hold you still.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little whore.” he says through clenched teeth but still you rocked against his grip.

“Please, Albert. I need more-!”

He slammed his hips forward, effectively cutting you off as he let himself feel more and more. He held you down as he fucked you hard, controlled thrusts guided by your wet warmth, feeling your cunt tighten and loosen with every plunge of his cock in your pussy.

He stopped being so careful, chasing his high as you cried out for yours.

Albert moved inhumanly fast, pounding and abusing your cunt in the most gratifying way possible. He already hit deep when he was slowly teasing you but as he fucked you harder and harder, he pushed deeper. He pressed you into the mattress roughly, angling you in a way that let him sink deeper into you.

The rough treatment made you see the blinding stars behind your eyelids, as he gripped your flesh hard enough to bruise.

His heavy balls slapped against your clit, rubbing against you pleasurably as he hit that sensitive spot repeatedly.

He grew deathly quiet, focusing on you and your noise, basically holding you exactly how he wanted you. He watched your ass jiggle with every slap of his hips against yours. Watching how you immediately fell apart under his rough touch, unable to say your piece as you sobbed for him.

To keep going?

To stop?

He didn’t know, but he knew he wouldn’t stop, not until he painted your body with his seed. You drooled onto the sheets, widening your legs as he fucked white hot sparks of pleasure up your spine to your brain. The intensity is like fireworks in your nerves, burning you away and replacing you, only to burn you away again.

It was almost natural to try and ground yourself in any way you could, desperately to feel your climax but unable to withstand the onslaught of his brutal pace. Curling your toes, tightening your cunt, body stiffening as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Not even sure what you were saying anymore if you were saying anything at all. Lost at the very tippy top of madness, the very peak of oblivion just a thrust away.

It was almost like he could sense your impending climax as he immediately hauled you onto your knees, lifting you back up by your arms as he shifted on the bed. This new angle was your undoing, he speared your cunt and groaned deep in your ear when you sobbed out the undeniable storm that crashed over you.

For a moment you could not hear nor see nor speak as your entire body burned with the pleasure so intense, it felt like fire scorching your soul.

He pushed you back down onto your face as you were lost in your bliss, still chasing his high as he felt the end approach.

He wanted to cum inside your warmth, to feel that satisfaction but he knew better, pulling out and jerking himself to completion as he panted out praise for your still spasming body. He rubbed his cock over your backside, spreading his cum over your asscheeks, marking you his if only for the night.

He was surprised he lost his breath, genuinely pleased that any sort of physical activity still winded him after his ascension to godhood.

He leaned back, wiping sweat from his face as he looked down upon your ruined beautiful body, still face down in the ruined sheets. He stood, stroking his cock again at the sight of you in his bed before he turned to grab something to clean up.

You were exhausted, beyond exhausted. You were sure you died and gone to heaven with how waves of mild pleasure still rocked through your heavy numb limbs.

Vaguely you could feel him move around, feel his cooling cum on your ass as you attempted to move, but were unable to move your jellied legs.

You heard him coo at you but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying as you felt him drag a wet cloth on your wet ruined cunt. The cool sensation made you flinch from overstimulation but you hummed in appreciation,

“Dearheart?” he says again and again you make another attempt at speaking, unable to form words at the moment. Only stirring when you have the strength to do so, looking up at his face and being surprised he turned off the lights. You could just barely make out his outline in the city lights from outside, but not much else as he continued to clean you, tossing the rag elsewhere when he was finished.

He said nothing as he shifted you slightly, moving to get into bed with you.

You go to say something but he shushes you, pulling you into his warmth as your alcoholic brain finally shuts off. He was just so warm and you were just so tired.

Consequences and headaches are for the morning after.

[bibleofficial]

wallpaper is insane like u find a product w an ugly print ? wallpaper it. just multiple uncoordinated things put together ? wallpaper it. ugly door ? wallpaper it. ugly wall ? landlord won’t let me wallpaper it

[helluvabutt]

Trying to imitate the shows art style for comics has me feeling like I don't know how to draw, so I decided to try and figure them out in my usual style.

I couldn't commit to a full human disguise though because I crave their more demonic aspects.

[chewysgummies]

Before I go to sleep, I just wanna say that this show did killbot 86 so fucking dirty bro.

As if Sylvia didn't have it bad, Killbot 86 had it worst cause he literally exists for that one episode where Peeper acts like a lil bitch and whines like a crybaby to lord hater cause he suck at his job. And dead ass that episode got multiple animation errors so they literally introduced Killbot 86 in such a god awful/lame way by giving him multiple design errors in his first debut while also getting shit on by Peeper so they can prove that he's actually a "CoOL and bADaSs" character that grew a spine in s2 after kissing Lord hater's ass throughout s1. He has such a unique design & and the potential to shine only for them to just keep using him just so he can get his shit kicked in by the main two characters and then leave. That's it. That's literally it. And we barely got to know him so the guy had zero characters other than him being a bad guy & a bounty hunter. In which that could've been interesting cause bounty hunter's job is to capture criminal & fugitive. They're not actually bad guys themselves. But this show really treats them like they are, so now I'm wondering what killbot 86's true motive is since that "Evil as can be" karaoke basically confirmed him to be a villain. And since I love him much, it just upset me now that I'm thinking about it. If he doesn't show up again in S3 and at least give him a proper introduction again after a whole ass decade. What the fuck was the point then.

[landfilloftrash]

I’m your dark edgy past disgrace Said you’re crushed by the pain— But that’s not the case, right? Pray no one digs up the dirt

[mbat]

i fr need some sort of (probably queer) friend into world of warcraft so that the person i directly talk to about it isnt my brother. cause on my life his opinions suck and his gameplay kills me a little inside

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I don't think my pothead neighbor actually knows how to smoke weed. He's out on his porch with a blunt and is straight up hacking his lungs up. He sounds like he's severely ill. But nope. This is just the morning routine. Wake up and inhale that pot smoke in, apparently, the most painful way, tears in his eyes, SoundCloud rap in his (and everyone else's because goddamn does this guy not understand he lives in an apartment) ears, hope in his heart. Or something.

[arimarushunya]

spiralmouth really put their whole pussies into making the soundtrack for the most failed crash bandicoot game and then died