#Mud Butt

[vintage-tigre]

[pat1dee]

Wrap around “Weirdworld” cover for

Marvel Super Special #11

Art by John Buscema

[starrodent]

i put them in a place

[feyver]

by the way, this is something i've not seen mentioned before but i notice every time.

is he wearing butt pads? or something? forgive me for staring, but i've never thought this looked natural lmaoo. when he's over arthur's shoulder earlier in the ep, you get a pretty good view and its definitely less... pointy. i just can't figure out why they would make him wear something there?

(ep 4x06)

[pearl-crystals]

Doodle Medley :)

Some doodles I've got! I've been drawing a lot but I never share em on here! I've really gotten into Mario and Rabbids and I mostly cannot stop drawing the rabbids and the wardens (mostly Woodrow.)

Ive got a huge surplus of doodles so I hope you enjoy! I hope to draw a few of these bigger! If not, I'm pretty content on how they've turned out :)

Only two of these pictures are based off a tiktok! I am pretty certain you'll be able to tell which one hahaha.

Im adding a read more just because of how many doodles there are. But I hope you enjoy em as much as I do! C:

This should be end of the doodles for now! Hope you enjoyed em! :)

[greypetrel]

8 for Alyra

5 for Raina

7 for Radha

4 for Aisling

Happy writing, friend! 💗

Hi Mo! <3 Thank you very much!

I went in numerical order, and I'll admit, I was going to post them all together, but then you posted the first of yours and… Yeah, maybe you're right in posting them little by little. xD I turned around the first a little, I thought and thought, but the more I did the less I could picture Aisling agreeing on having a statue of her somewhere, if not on one specific place. (and yes she definitely told the Red Jennies and Alyra to get rid of that -very unofficial- book)

Tis the prompt list

4. something written on a statue dedicated to your OC - Aisling

An excerpt of Mother Seline's treatise on Inquisitor Lavellan, published in the Academy of Val Royeaux in 9:53 Dragon. The book is known not only for having been written years after the Inquisition got disbanded, and without having actually found or spoken with Lavellan herself, but most of all for being cursed. The copies get stolen from bookstores or not taken back to libraries with more frequency than any other title, any copy left in the open and not watched for more than five minutes may accidentally fall into the nearest body of water, casually hitten so it fell into the fireplace, a clumsy waiter may pour something on it. Some swear that their copy was hitten by an arrow. Weirder still, in Ferelden there are very few copies to begin with, and the rumour has it that it's the King himself that doesn't want that book to be kept in libraries or academies, or sold in stores. The rumours has it that it's because there was bad blood between the King and the Inquisitor. So, everyone suspected pettiness, not how the Inquisitor called for a personal favour. One of the surviving copies says -and the person who may have actually known the Inquisitor may find the narration overtly glorified and prone to wild embellishment to the point of lies- on the matter of honorifics.

The Lady Inquisitor never was fond of honorifics. Throughout her mandate, she strongly refused any statue to be built in her honour. She accepted plaques to be left in places, and strictly cared for the wording of each. A list and a transcription of the few she left can be found at page 367. Notoriously, she had but one portrait commissioned, very early on in her career, which some says is now kept by her Tevinter lover in Minrathous, others says that was left in Skyhold's great hall. We have no way of verifying either suppositions, and all the depictions of her are unofficial ones. Loose sketches traced in her public appearances and reported in newspapers, and reproductions of that one portrait. The mistery surrounding Aisling Lavellan here thickens, and it seems to the researcher that the Inquisitor did her best to be forgotten by history, something this book aims at not let happen. There's one notorious exception to the lack of statues, which we could personally confirm. I personally travelled south to the Frostback Basin, and visited Stone-Bear Hold, which some witnesses say the Inquisitor was greatly fond of, but we have doubts that a refined lady such as her could ever have appreciated more than for the polite courtesy she was renowned for. To the bravest of travellers, little distant from the Keep, even if the path is rough and we highly suggest not to go alone, lest meeting with some foul beasts, a swamp keeps a secret. Walking in its darkest recesses, amongst other mysterious statues, one seems newer than the others. Its details are rough and rudely sculpted, clearly by a hand that saw not the light of Orlais Academies. But, forgiving the simplicity of the locals, there's a certain grace in the sculpture, an expressivity that can help us defining who the subject was. The figure is an elf, examining it thoroughly, and she holds one staff in her hand, a sword in the other. Her face is smiling, and there's a kindness to it which I'm sure must mean it's Lavellan. There are no more hints about it. The pedestall has an inscription, which my guide told me means "First-Thaw, she who freed Hakkon Wintersbreath.". When I tried to ask the Avvars whom this First-Thaw elf was, tho, no one answered me, and the atmosphere became quite unfriendly. I couldn't discover more, but I think it must be a sign of her passage. I will without a doubt adjourn the next edition of this book with further informations.

The rumour has it that there was no second edition to the book. A Friend made a visit to Sister Seline, for someone. For others, it was Divine Victoria herself. Sister Seline never went back to Stone-Bear Hold again, but asking the Avvar about her always brings the whole of the Keep to tell of some funny tale of a sister sliding the whole way from the Keep to the Swamp on her butt, and ended up all covered in mud. And still acting like she was better than anyone else. She's known, in the Keep, as Sister Mud-Butt, and quickly became a folkloristic figure mothers used to convince their children to take a bath. A certain mom in a certain farm in South Reach, apparently, can be heard to yelling "Niamh Jessica Rutherford, you won't become Sister Mud-Butt on my watch!" every now and then. The identity of First-Thaw is still unknown by the majority of Orlais.

[tincan-tophat]

Went on a deep dive of watching a bunch of different versions of TTO. And I found a version that’s marked as for kids, like you can’t put it in miniplayer or comment or anything, and for the most part it is censored, and the actors don’t look older than like… 14? But they kept the “but that’s okay ‘cuz you’ll probably get laid by your mom and dad and little kids too ‘cuz you all have to share the same bedroom” 😦

[puppetbilly]

guy whose drawing tablet stops working the second he tries to draw on it

[cau-lee-flower215]

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[crowempress]

My cat got my GOOD with his claws today when I had to bathe him (he had doodoo ass) and I'm SO worried abt it getting infected bc his paws were all muddy and they went in deep and hard enough that the puncture wounds are badly bruised so 😬

[tama-the-toe]

What If Florida Had Its Own Olympics?

[sassyandclassy94]

Can we also take another moment to imagine Neal (in this case Baelfire) as one of King David’s soldiers, coming off the battlefield all muddied and bloodied? Like this?

Cause ain’t nothin hotter than a man in historical and fantasy clothing covered in mud and blood because he just survived your version of Agincourt or the War of the Roses

[notmuchtoconceal]

yeah, man. sometimes if ya don't proactively take control of how others perceive you, they'll just stick ya in the angry white man box and turn all your words into diarrhea by interpreting them through their bullshit.

clean and uncut here, folks. don't have any fascination with feces.

[velnoni]

just like the other ask i love love love! ur interpretation of ford. i need more almost religiously. can we have more hcs involving romance and maybe a little nsfw stuff?

Romantic Ford Headcanons

ask and ye shall recieve.

Will absolutely flush if you kiss his hand, especially in public. He finds something like that mischievous, but lowkey will not complain, merely grumble softly to himself. Morning kisses are a bonus and have helped him adjust to a more slow paced life.

Pet names. Perhaps a shortened version of your name if your name is long enough. My dear, honey, handsome/beautiful. In his journal, he'll refer to you as the love of his life.

Head scratches or foot/back massages. Both of you, when overworked, appreciate them so so much. Ford will greatly appreciate it when you coax him out the lab, into your lap, and run your hands through his peppered hair. He makes a noise stuck between a groan and sigh, and in no time, his breathing evens out. When he does it for you, he will often offer it after a crappy day at work. Cue the extra fingers working magic and applying pressure in all the right places.

It could be said he can make edible meals, but he's no Gordan Ramsey. So when he comes home to you making a home cooked meal, he can't help but fall for you harder. To be able to sit down, eat, and not worry if the food is poisonous...it's enough to make a grown man cry. His favorite recipe might be a spaghetti dish.

Get this man some jelly beans, and he'll be a happy lad.

Play any nerd board with him and Dipper, and you will see his eyes turn into hearts, which should be physically impossible. Finds your facial expression cute when you're stuck on something.

Stargazing on the roof of the Mystery Shack is a must, and he never gets tired of speaking of the stars with you. When you told him about the new horoscopes that sparked a new conversation.

Expedition dates are great, but local diner hangouts always feel more intimate with you. Ford may or may not have stolen a french fry if you weren't looking...perhaps Stan is rubbing off on him.

It's not something you know, but once considered, finding out a way to allow you to see colors humans normally can not perceive like Bill once did for him. But ultimately decided against it.

Random gifts from Ford can range from receiving a flower, clothes that don't stain, or a new creature he found in the wild.

*nsft under the cut

Surprisingly quite sensitive. If you rake your nails against his skin, he'll shiver and try to push you off. But keep doing it, and you'll get a whimper out of him.

If you kiss each finger, naming what you like about him or how you'll screw the daylights out him alongside licking them, please expect said fingers inside of you tonight.

He likes grabbing you by the waist and might give a teasing squeeze if feeling brave. He's smug when he does so. On days when you're both alone, you might feel him wrap his arms around you with a little surprise pressing up your backside. Will always ask for permission to go forward.

The kind of person to see you doing something in your natural habitat and get aroused from it. Reading a book? Biting a pen? Covered in mud from helping Mabel with her garden that was raided by suspiciously handsome men with gnomes riding them? He finds it unbecoming of a scientist to fall folly to such primal instincts but will grab your hand when you're alone and stare at you with a slight desperation.

Kiss sessions can go for a good while with some groping. He prefers to be in control, but if you whisper for him to lay beneath you and say his full name, you'll have the old man putty in your hands. Nibble on his ear and that'll earn you six fingered smack on the butt. His ears are really sensitive you've realized...suspiciously so.

If you point that out and keep asking, Ford might one day ask you to stick your tongue in his ear. And if you ever do this while palming his erection in his pants he'll cum early much to his embarrasment. He could never live down the shame but will always come back for more.

He's a fan of blowjobs since they're easy to clean up and really enjoy when you give them to him at a slow pace. He likes the buildup. He doesn't mind returning the deed. He finds your expression and moans quite invigorating.

There's a slight possibility he might be into sounding. Don't ask how he figured that out but he's too shy to bring it up right now.

Praise kink. It's practically endless! Smart, handsome, gorgeous, sexy, silver fox, cutie pie, fantastic, how are you so good at this, good job, keep doing that, etc.

Likes watching/being watched while masturbating. Bonus points if you walked in on him. Once you did and he came like a hormonal teenager, face beet red and glasses cloudy.

Slow and steamy sex is something he prefers because he likes to watch you come undone under his watchful gaze but there are times where he'll feel spontaneous and rile you up throughout the day so you pounce him in privacy. Conniving fella. Have enough stamina to hold you up & hammer you against the wall but prefers a bed.

"Stanford..." You whispered in a low voice as you rearranged yourself behind him. Ford tensed at your voice, feeling his soul jump as your naked arms slide underneath his own, linking together against his chest. "Y-Yes, my dear?" He asks when he remembers to respond to you. He wanted to look at you, kiss your lips, taste you on his own, and have his hands roam every inch of your body. Especially considering your very naked body in question was pressed against his back side. But he didn't.

He steeled himself to your provactice antics and touched the buckle of his belt. He hears you chuckle into his ear, the softness of your lips when it makes contact with his earlobe. Then his cheek and the side of his neck where that wretched tattoo resided. Oh... He couldn't help but sigh and think mentally he was much too old for this. But as if you read his mind, you cupped the pompous bulge that was quite evident through his corduroy pants. You gave it a gentle squeeze and waited.

"More..."

"More what?"

His voice is now a whisper. His Adam apple rises as he swallows his saliva. "More, please." He could feel himself come undone when you call him a good boy. Tonight is going to be one of those nights.

[aliidarling]

No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesn’t shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)

IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON 😓🙏🙏

dark paradise

DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader

nsfw content — please scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary: you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harrington…😟

nsfw content below!!

You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts you’ve ever worn.

Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates weren’t to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.

“Quit it.” You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.

He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.

“It’s not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.” He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but you’d rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.

“It kinda is,” He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.

You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you weren’t even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.

Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.

“Seriously?”

He offers a weak grin.

“Can you blame me? You look very distracting—“

He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.

“Don’t talk bout her like that, fuckin’ moron.” The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.

“Danny!” You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. “He was just joking, c’mon.” You huff, frowning up at the taller man.

He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.

“Let’s go, now.” He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.

Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.

His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.

He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.

“Shut up, whore.” He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.

“Danny…” You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.

You couldn’t even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.

“Dressed like a fuckin’ slut,” He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.

“Don’t act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gon’ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at me—“ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Dannnnny!” You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.

“Good lil’ girl, keep takin’ my cock like this and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He snickers darkly.

“Y-Yes, mhm, I’ll be your good girl.” You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.

His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and let’s go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, please, can I?” You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.

“Y-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.” He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.

Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.

A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once he’s felt that you’ve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.

He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.

“..Danny… C’mon—s’yucky!” You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

“Shut it. Lucky I didn’t cum all over your face.” He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.

You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. You’d call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.

You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.

“Until next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before it’s too late.” He tsk’s.

once again i didn’t proofread cuz i’m LAZYYY

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, orcs, elf!reader, none of reader's holes are safe...

fem reader

Orc master who loves making a cum-slut out of his pretty elf-slave...

Seeing your pretty face struggle to take the chub of his cock inside your mouth, your plump lips stretched and cheeks stuffed, gagging around him as he bullies himself down your throat until your little button nose gets buried in the curly hairs on his pelvis.

He’ll face-fuck you like a dog humps a pillow – kneeling over you with his thighs and legs cradling your head – knees pinning your hair to the ground while his heavy, sweaty ballsack slaps against your forehead as he ruts into your face, making it a sloppy spit-slicken mess.

Abusing your pretty elven cunt while at it, fanning his fat sausage fingers over your budding clit – smacking it when you cum – chortling gleefully when you scream around his shaft. Putting his tongue at your slit and slurping you up, making you quake under the intensity – overwhelmed and shaking beneath him.

You’re a wreck when he spurts, flooding your throat with a thick creamy load – making you gulp it down before he finally climbs off your face – strings of spit and egg-white slick sticking between you, snapping and clinging to your flushed skin where you pant for air.

He presses the fat bulge of his cockhead into your taut asshole with a grin. Pulling your pretty hair in a mean fist, barking at you to scream out how much you like getting your perky elven butt fucked by filthy orc cock.

And you listen – with streams of tears running quickly down your cheeks. Looking ruined with his spunk layered on your skin, sweaty and shivering, crying out, “Ah- yess- yea- love getting big orc cock- thank- ah- master, thank you-”

He’ll push your face down into the muck, pounding your ass with his weighty balls smacking against your weeping cunt – fast and hard enough to make you shake and cum again.

He'll put his dirty foot on your cheek, stomping your pretty face into the mud – smirking wide and lividly watching you beneath it, whining out pretty moans for him – mouth parted and tongue out – squealing with toes curled. 

Fucked dumb like a proper elven sex slave ought to be.

BNHA – Shigaraki, Dabi

JJK – Sukuna, Mahito