#I'M NOT A SIMP YOU ARE

[muffetta-999]

A MAAAN A MAAAN

PRINCE EJAIN AT YOU'RE SERVICE ✨

The second ML vibes are so strong ahaha REMEMBER THAT HE'S STILL SINGLE... 👀

[thatgirlmonika]

Lol

@ask-the-rag-dolly MOD BEE I'M NOT IN LOVE YOU ARE

WHAT HAVE YOU DONETO MEEEEE-

[lemoonthetwink]

I did some things hihi

[koukouture]

WAIT CHAT HOLD ON-

SENTINEL HAS WINGS!!!!!

"Yeah obviously he turns into a jet-" NO!!!!!

Initially I thought they were like angel wings (which yeah, they are) and it's great symbolism because of his whole false Prime thing. He has this façade about being a noble leader and all that and he probably thinks that he's Primus' gift to the universe. The Devil disguised as an angel. Or something something the Devil was once the most beautiful angel of all. Idk lotsa places you can go with the angel symbolism.

HOWEVER

They're GOLDEN. You know who else had golden wings? Icarus. Who flew too close to the sun. Who's entire myth is about hubris and how pride can be your undoing. Does that sound familiar to you guys???

Sentinel flew too close to the sun believing that he could kill the Primes and seize all that wealth and power with no consequence. He thought that he was sooo great and nothing bad would ever happen to him because he won!!! And then he got too comfortable and sloppy and everything he built fell apart in just one day.

Whoever was on the design team for Transformers One you cooked hard with this one

[knightorchids]

Harding holds the line.

[snail-noodle]

I need more fics of shadow milk fighting to protect reader... the amount of power a beast cookie holds is nothing like anyone has ever seen

all the beast cookies are powerful, each one of them able to fight off anyone who dares to challenge them. but shadow milk is the strongest out of the five beasts, he was the leader before their fall and still remains as such even today because of this.

I just really like the idea of him being all playful and sassy with his enemies when they try and challenge him. battles between his foes are nothing but games to him. they tend to bring him a moment of entertainment, enjoying the thrills of a good magical duel!

but the minute you get thrown into the fray?

there's no laughter.

no smart quips that shadow milk throws out every now and then.

there's nothing but pure, unadulterated rage at the sight of his beloved being harmed. he practically teleports in front of them, his body acting as a shield as he wastes no time in unleashing dark, powerful magic upon the poor fool who had dared to hurt you.

he makes no loud exclamation upon seeing the enemy defeated. he's quick to return to his lover's side, checking on them to make sure they're not gravely injured.

he's still full of anger, but there's an uncovered amount of concern upon his face. it's... a very rare sight to see from the deceitful jester.

far too rare...

[t1oui]

awkward jason grace. jason grace who speaks more like a politician than a teenager. jason grace who secretly beats himself up long after he and piper break up not because he wants her back, but because he thinks he's supposed to want her back. jason grace who becomes best friends with nico di angelo. nico who isn't straight. nico whose internalized homophobia reminds jason of himself, even though he's straight.

jason grace who isn't straight. jason grace who might not even be cis, but who is too busy focusing on leo's curls and his smile and his stupid jokes to think too hard about that, at least not right now. jason grace who doesn't understand sex and who doesn't want to. jason grace who is the least cisallohet member of the seven, and who learns to love himself after spending years not knowing how.

[katescorner]

attending the grammys with rockstar!semi. you're his plus one. he's nominated for two categories, but the grammys are for sure rigged, so he's not expecting much. still, the two of you are set on making the most out of your time at the award show. it takes exactly twelve minutes for your faces and names to be plastered across every social media site. there's pictures of the papz catching you two making out in the backseat of the car as you arrive to the red carpet. then there are clips of different interviews circling the web, all of semi shamelessly flirting with you despite already being together as if he were trying to win you over again. and finally, after his comepletely unexpected win, he manages to mention your name seventeen times in the short two minutes of his acceptance speech.

[twistedtummies2]

So...the Manga for TW...

...It's got some good stuff with Leona. >//////> This is all.

[vaguely-concerned]

can't believe garak went from 'hope you have fun following my little breadcrumb trail of maybe-truths doctor it builds character ;)' at the beginning of the show to '*sigh* fuck it here's the whole loaf. the entire fucked up bakery of my soul. if you somehow still wanna have sex with me after this you know where I am, yours in infinite longing etc.' in a stitch in time. has anyone ever been so pathetically horrifically enduringly down bad as garak is for julian (laudatory)

[sky-is-the-limit]

Me watching Supernatural: Yeah, I'm a Dean girl-

4x01:

Me and Dean Winchester: nevermind-

[toshidou]

can't stop thinking of domestic ghost learning how to crochet after he sees you practicing, large scarred, battle worn hands working away with a crochet hook and wool; not missing the way your eyes go fond as he joins you on the couch to crochet by your side. trying to suppress your giggle at the soft sounds of his frustrated grunts when he tries (and fails) to tie the slip knot for the 5th time in a row before he turns to you with a blank expression, arms extended in your direction.

what starts as slowly mastering little granny squares quickly evolves into working on whole projects; clothes, hats, face masks, stuffed animals. your house slowly fills up with both yours and his creations. although it's something you mostly do together, it wouldn't be uncommon for you to come downstairs as the sun rises only to find Simon hunched over a ball of wool, clearly awoken from a night of terrors and craving comfort from the repetition that crocheting provides.

he'd inevitably have to leave for deployment, but not without laying out a new cardigan he'd made just for you (a way he can keep you warm despite the thousands of miles that might separate you) or a little crocheted plush of himself, fitted with its very own little mask; even giving you the option of dressing it in either combat gear or his go to black hoodie and jeans. it leaves you teary every time, clutching his new creation to your chest and nuzzling the soft wool into your cheek, always knowing that his hands were made for more than just war and death.

and if the day comes you finally bring a child into the world, you better believe he's making them an entire wardrobe that matches the clothes he's already made for the two of you; holding the completed tiny garments up whilst you try your absolute hardest to not burst into tears at how small they look, knowing they're so lucky to have a dad who's going to love them so, so much.

[harmonysanreads]

I WAS IN DEBATE PRACTICE WHAT HAPPENED

SIR???? SORRY???? SIR????

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

Genlong : ''I'm so perfect and nobody deserves me, I'm way above all these peasants, and I don't care for anybody''

Also Genlong :

Like GIRL PICK YOURSELF UP YOU HAVE A REPUTATION !!!!!!!!

[ventique18]

Warning: mildly suggestive

You never really thought about it. That the explanation to why he dons a choker with his dorm uniform and his general preference for collars is that napes to dragons are like cleavages to humans. Ogling, biting, and licking the nape are erotic acts, because pinning down a mate and biting the nape is how they breed.

And you're cluelessly wondering why he looks strained when you two meet up to go out for dinner; feeling wonderfully stunning in your clothes with a rather plunging neckline, and your hair swept neatly away from your neck. Wondering why this gentleman who always keeps a respectful distance from your body, is now very closely walking behind you. A hand to your waist, not a single drop of attention to the road in front of you. His face so unusually close to the back of your head.

His breathing sounding somewhat irregular, as he blows puffs of hot air to your exposed nape.

And then you vaguely realize, distracted from the way every little touch from gave you unconscious shivers, that your path you're taking doesn't lead to your booked restaurant at all.

[silvkey]

Finishing the Remastered gave me the urge to draw Raziel