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[artofrolsch]

She's fine, she's just fine, you're fine, we're ALL FINE

Kind of a redraw of this frame from the book! Just wanted to play with some glitch effects yk

[redgoldblue]

for the love of god someone add tommy to the 118 group chat

[paranormeow7]

friendly reminder that if you’re scared of mass surveillance you can always become a juggalo

[smile-files]

warrior cats names for some object characters, inspired by that art i just reblogged...

nickel: sharptongue

clover: cloverwing

teardrop: rainclaw

lollipop: violetreed

gelatin: sweetbone

needle: needlewhisker

flower: petalfang

puffball: pufftail

ruby: rubynose

cabby: owleyes

test tube: jadestripe

fan: maplebreeze

loser: lightgem

winner: deepmoss

suitcase: fawnheart

bubble: lightdew

the floor: meadowpelt

spongy: mudspot

black hole: shadefeather

tennis ball: pollenfur

golf ball: pebblefoot

[boogeymadam]

just learned the barred Is rule/guideline for comic lettering.

It isn't often applicable for comics that have upper and lowercase lettering tho. That seems to be a lot rarer, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's for some reason I don't know of. But as far as personal preference, which do you prefer?

[diverbots]

I SAW YOUR THING ABOUT WANTING TO MAKE AN OMNIC OF FROM THE WASTELAND PLEAS DO OUR OMNIC OCS FROM THE WASTELANDS CAN BE FRIENDS‼️‼️

Our omnic wastelander’s could be buddies looking out for each other in the hell hole that is the wasteland >:))

*throws scrapper at you*

AWWH I love them... I'm still not done concepting them right now but they should be friends!.. I was planning to make a Ravager unit for the Wasteland omnic as well. 😳

[clocktower3iso]

Last night I concocted something I'm calling Passi, which is salt lassi mixed with Pepsi a la Pilk. I have upset multiple people by showing them this.

[endawn]

when the mage-templar war broke out, pax began aiding mages any way he could and would defend them against templars. many mages assumed at first he was a templar sympathizer given his role as a knight. likewise, many templars assumed he was there to aid them. imagine the surprise when he’d ignite his arms in flames as he goes to throw a fireball.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

returning to my childhood with this song lol

taglist: @queenscene2 @80sgaytrashgoblin @rubymoon-snape @breadstickcat @t1koy-roll @chibi-pix @lion-time @cxrsedboo

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[dn38416]

I have limited access to other nerds, so when I’m on the train and overhear fellow nerds the urge to just…

Please let me join in and correct your errors

[monstersholygrail]

With the slow stroke of Demon Priests' cock driving you to insanity, you can't help but look down at his neck. His uniform askew and messy yet his collar still intact as he was so desperate to get inside you he didn’t even bother to take all his clothes off. As you tease the skin just under the collar, Demon Priest shivers, a low rumble moving through his throat in encouragement to keep going.

“Why is part of your formal wear called a collar? A little kinky for religion, l'd say," you moan as he continues his deep thrusts.

Demon Priest laughs into your own throat, his nose rubbing along your pulse point, almost purring at the sign of your vitality. "The collar symbolizes my calling to the Lord."

You think about that for a long moment that's promptly interrupt by the smooth glide of his length along your walls.

“Would you wear a collar for me?" You ask almost absentmindedly, not knowing the extent of the meaning your words hold for him.

A loud groan escapes him, his cock twitching inside of you before he picks up pace. His member now aiming to consume and posses. Your pleasure, your body, your very being. His claws grip at your waist, marking you and making his claim on your soul just as you have his.

You cry out, your pleasure shooting through your body and collecting in your core as your orgasm builds. Body arching up into his as you meet every deep plunge of his hips, you can’t help but dig your nails into his dark skin and draw him up into your inviting form. Demon Priest’s face darkens at the control you have over him, at the ease in which he simply bends to your will.

"I'd do anything for you, you only need ask," he rasps lowly through clenched teeth as he fucks up into you, not giving you a moment to breathe or think. All you can do is hold onto him and let him ride you through waves upon waves of ecstasy.

“P-please wear a collar for me. Want your devotion, love, please,” you whine, a blubbering mess. It’s all Demon Priest needs for that final cord of restraint to snap.

With a ferocious growl that has you jumping in your skin, Demon priest holds onto you tighter and pounds away at your pussy like a savage beast. Your bodies wetly slapping together, the sound overpowering your own moans and groans.

Your mind blurs with an overwhelming intensity as shocks spark through your already buzzing body. If Demon Priest wasn’t already a demon you’d swear he was acting like a man possessed by the way he was rutting into you.

Demon Priest worships every inch of your body, small whimpers leaving you as he caresses his cock bulging in your lower tummy. An apt reminder of how deeply he’s fucking you. Your pussy clamps down on his huge cock and he growls, somehow picking up his pace.

Your body jolts with every thrust but luckily Demon Priest is right there to slam you back down on his pulsating girth, balls slapping heavily against your clit over and over again till you erupt all over his length. Squeezing him and suffocating him with your gummy walls till he joins you in climax. Pumping countless spurts of cum into your eager cunt, your tummy distending with the amount of hot semen he spills inside of you.

Demon Priest’s worship of you doesn’t end there, not that it ever truly ends. He slumps on top of you, whispering endless praises and showering you in light tender kisses and gentle massages to help you through the aftershocks. Blessing you and thanking you for making him feel more than he ever could’ve imagined.

Yet he doesn’t properly show just how much you mean to him till a few days later he stands in front of you in his formal wear with you resting naked on your bed. He makes a whole show of undressing himself, baring himself to you completely.

All to reveal the small collar you had gotten him hiding underneath his clothes. The sight turns you on more than words can describe and you can’t control yourself as you pounce on him and drag his body on top of yours by the collar. Both of you more than ready to spend hours with his body being controlled by your every dark whim.

[mx-heinous]

I like to imagine that Brucie Wayne has a posse of himbo rich friends who are genuinely sweethearts but are just so so stupid. I'm talking about the kind that would comfort someone crying in a bathroom by asking them if they'd like to join them on a trip to Dubai.

Bruce knew them in high-school, used them as a basis for "Brucie," and seamlessly assimilated into their friend group. For the record, they have ZERO idea that he's Batman, but if they ever accidentally wandered into the Batcave, they wouldn't even piece it together. They'd just be like, "OOOO, I didn't know you had all this neat stuff :D" "Who's your supplier?" "Sweet car, bro"

[okcoolthanks]

Me in the discord I mean

Huh what discord I uh nope not in. Anything. Nope

Deacon and his posse

[charmedimsure]

THINK DIFFERENTLY || thanos

pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader

word count: 470

A/N: a short one today. trying my hand at writing thanos. i also just think it's really funny that he can't remember nam-gyu's name. if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

Thanos' eyes scan through the crowd. He already has Gyeong-su and Nam-su, or whatever his name is. Now he just needs two more.

He smiles once he sees you standing alone, looking at the people around you. Thanos can tell you don't have a team yet, and he's more than willing to add a pretty face to his own. He makes a beeline toward you, the two boys behind him trying not to get lost in the crowd as they follow.

"Señorita, excuse me."

You turn around, not expecting to see the loud, purple-haired man smirking at you from between his posse.

"Let's play the game together."

You cock an eyebrow at him. "Do I know you?"

"You don't know him?!" Gyeong-su asks incredulously. "He's Thanos, the rapper. I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps."

Thanos watches as your lip quirks in amusement before covering your mouth with your hand, pretending to itch your nose.

Nam-su grabs his shoulder. "Hang on, a girl? We don't know what the game is."

Without a word, Thanos pushes Nam-su off him, still looking right at you. "I, Thanos the great, will protect you."

This time, you don't hold back your laugh. "Thanos?" The man gives you a cocky nod. "Where are the infinity stones?"

"Right here, baby," he holds his hand up to his face. You give an amused smile at his rainbow colored nail polish, each the color of an infinity stone. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way."

You take a step closer to him, mirroring his smirk. "Like how that man destroyed you and your little friend here yesterday?"

The smirk falls from Thanos' face. For once, he doesn't know what to say. He just stares at you, mouth slightly open.

Nam-su takes a step past Thanos. "You fucking bitch."

"Nam-su, stop," Thanos commands, putting an arm out to stop the boy.

The boy sighs. "Nam-gyu." Still, he listens and takes his previous place behind the rapper.

Ignoring Nam-su, Thanos smiles, bringing his hand in front of his face and pointing at you. "You have quite the mouth on you. I like that." He smirks to himself, thinking of what else that mouth could be used for. "What do you say? Join my team? Thanos will keep you safe."

You raise your eyebrows, a whisper of a smirk still on your face. "Is your team going to win? I don't play on losing teams."

"We'll win no problem," Thanos says confidently, feeling giddy inside when he sees a small smile form on your face.

"Then alright," you say. You take a step closer to whisper in his ear. "But if we lose, I'll kill you before the pink ones get a chance."

Thanos feels a shiver run down his spine. Oh yeah, he likes you.

[poguehearted77]

After Hours

summary: Rafe lets his jealousy get the best of him and it pisses you off, but he makes it up to you after hours.

"Y/n, he's doing it again" Carly whispers over your shoulder as you work on drying off the bar glasses and putting them back on the shelf. You sigh on the outside but your insides warm at the thought of Rafe staring at the back of your figure. This is how it always goes.

He always wants to see you, claiming he can't get enough while you pull away, dedicated to your job. So Rafe decides why not kill two birds with one stone and come see you at work.

Unfortunately, wherever Rafe goes, his posse follows, and considering they're notorious party animals, they can't seem to hold their liquor. "Hey, Let's get another round goin' over here!" Topper shouts, words slurred and eyes heavy-lidded. Anyone within a mile radius could hear the cheers that came from their table at the announcement, and it made you dread going over there, but it's your job.

Not that you hated where you worked, it was right in the heart of figure eight, not too far from where you lived and it pays well most days, but drunk kooks pay even better.

As you walked over with a tray of shots, their hollers grew louder in volume and the environment made you nervous. Not because of the noise at their table, but because of the silence that Rafe held as you placed everything down.

His quiet, blue gaze lingered over your curves as you smiled at the boys. "Wow, you're just too pretty to be working at this hour. How about you pull up a chair and join us?" Topper's hand gently holds your upper arm and Rafe finally speaks up.

Prompted by a flare of jealousy, "Get your hands off her, Top." Rafe's voice overpowers the table to a still silence that even startled you. Topper immediately moves his hand as Kelce 'Oohs'. "Shit man, my bad." He apologizes. Rafe sends you an apologetic glance that you ignore before hastily collecting your tray and returning to the bar.

But it was too late. You were already upset.

-

The bar had just let out its last customer and you worked on wiping down the tables, most of the lights off and the blinds shut. Some street lights managed to seep through the cracks in the shutters which left golden shadows on the black marble countertops.

It takes a knock on the door to finally pull your head up from the task on hand where you are locking eyes with Rafe on the other side of the glass. You stepped towards the door, not unlocking it.

Your arms crossed and your expression conveyed what he already knew. "Open the door." Voice muffled but you still hear him loud and clear, you huff, knowing he would break the door down if he needed to. You opened it.

"You know I'm not a fucking child, right Rafe?" You sneer, and he locks the door behind him. "I know that. I just hate seeing other guys hit on you. It does things to me- shit makes me just wanna-" his expression contorts, unable to describe the emotion.

"I know, but you gotta trust me. You think I like when that bitch Holly from the yacht club has her hands on you? No, but I trust you." You throw the cloth down on the bar.

Watching as Rafe rounded the island to be on your side, finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. His stone-cold blue eyes run warm as he grins down at you, "I don't give a fuck what Holly does, cuz at the end of the day all I'm thinkin' bout is you."

He leans down, his breath ghosting over your lips. Just barely giving you a taste of what you so desperately need. "I still don't forgive you." You quip, hardly able to step away before his big hand is wrapped around your neck, a light pressure applied, a warning.

"You think I'm lying? I'll show you who the fuck this dick belongs to. How about that, yeah?"

In a blur of heated kisses and hot touches, your clothes were scattered across the floor and your bra had landed somewhere on the rack, forgotten as Rafe fucked you mindless over the counter.

His thick cock pummeling in and out of your soaked cunt. He grabs a fistful of your dark curls, pulling you up so your back can meet his chest. "Now tell me, baby. Who does this pussy belong to, huh?" He hisses through clenched teeth, overwhelmed by the tight grip your walls provided him.

"M-me." You moan pathetically and it makes him laugh. He lets you go, and your upper half falls back onto the counter unceremoniously. He pulled out slowly, all the way until only the tip remained buried. "Try again."

He plummets back inside your core, his tip kissing your cervix and you scream, eyes filling with tears as you blabber, begging him not to stop. "Let's try that again, yeah? Who does this pussy belong to."

"You! You-- fuck! It's yours, all yours. No one else's."

He grins, he already knew this, of course. He just liked hearing you say it.