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[whumpers-inc]

A whumpee who won’t tell anyone why they wear long sleeves and turtlenecks. They never wear anything that shows their arms, leaving their team to guess why.

An old enemy who captures the whumpee and their team. They recognize whumpee and smile at the panic in whumpee’s eyes.

It’s a whip that whumper holds and the click, click, click of it being dragged over tiles makes the normally stoic whumpee break down and sob.

and the team begins to put two and two together

By now, the turtlenecks were a trademark. The team just accepted that Whumpee had changed their style after their captured. They hadn't ask questions when Whumpee switched bandages for long sleeves. Nor when Whumpee flinched as the business women clicked past in sky high heels. PTSD is a bitch. It wasn't their place to pry.

Besides, Whumpee appeared to be functioning, alert, dangerous, even, rarely, jovial. It was a risk putting them back into the field so soon but without Whumpee, they'd never catch Whumper. And Whumpee would be safe behind the lines, stoically directing, planning, coordinating the attack. They didn't have to face Whumper again.

Until they did. Until the plan went horribly wrong. Until the team, in a fatal mistake, stumbled right into Whumper's trap. Until Whumpee had to follow them in, hands raised, blood-less face, to bargain for their team.

And there was no private audience for this bargain. Oh no. Whumpee needed to see what they were bargaining for. The blood and tear streaked faces of their team, the bloody, dirt encrusted gashes splitting their skin.

The bargain was painfully inevitable. Only one person would satisfy Whumper and free the team. And the exchange came with terms too, something that would show the team what they'd been spared. Something that would make Whumpee remember what they'd been through.

Whumpee held the end of their bargain up. Pale but quiet, they didn't move as the rope stretched their arms up and above their head. They didn't flinch as Whumper sliced their shirt open, didn't falter even as the humiliation flushed their cheeks. Then Whumper left the room and, far too soon for it to be exhaustion, Whumpee's shoulders started shaking.

The team stared as tears dripped down Whumpee's face. They couldn't break. Not now. Not when everyone's freedom relied on Whumpee enduring this. And as if on cue, a click sound carried down the hall, ominously steady.

Whumpee was sobbing properly now. Whumper appeared back in the door. A whip flicked lazily through their hands. Whumpee twisted desperately in the restraints and a sliver of sun illuminated their back. Like a flesh colored barcode, scars littered their back.

A gargled sound passed Whumpee's lips and then repeated itself, desperate and clear.

Was Whumpee begging now?

Oh god.

They were.

[rattkachuk]

4, 7 & 10 🏒

4. how did your love for hockey start?

oh boy, i got swept up the playoffs in 2011 when i was absolutely obsessed with the bruins because the rest of my school class wanted the canucks to win (i lived in BC at the time) and lemme tell u them winning the cup gave me the best kind of feeling jdhjfkj and it was something my little 12 year old brain held onto for a little while. but after that hockey definitely wasn't a thing i went out of my way to keep up with until last seasons playoffs when i went to my first NHL game during the flames and stars round, and since then I have just been consumed by this sport lmao. I so enjoy the feeling of community I get going to games and being able to talk to people about it, and supporting the team from the city I LOVE just makes me so happy even if they're kinda flopping rn.

7. if you could be friends with any player who would it be and why?

oooh idk.......i think trevor zegras seems like someone i could vibe with😌

10. if you could pick one song for your team what would it be?

absolutely it would be 'fire and ice' by pat benatar

[cabinet-kisser]

WHAT

[evevoli]

AUGH THIS IS SO CUTE heres mine....

im gonna annoy @sillyvampirestan @tytoalbatross @muzzlemouths @doofnoof if you guys want to do this but no pressure

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@garlimcbread @themushroomkingsforest @gr3aserzzz-gang and anyone else!

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[arminzblackbimbo]

the girl is mine

blackfem!reader x suicide squad joker

tw: mdni, kinda dark nothing too crazy, rough treatment, slow sex, missionary, choking, reader is kinda a crybaby, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, boob slapping ??, “doll” used as pet name, reader calls him "jay", bruising, blood mentioned, blood sucking, begging, dom joker, they are both kinda masochist, grinding, and bad spelling !!

"doll stop crying" he is holding your shaking form, your head in the crease of his neck. you can hear him gruff out in your ear, he gives you all of these gifts and presents and all he gets in return is tears. no thank you's or kisses.

all you wanted was to get another necklace to add to your jewelry collection, from when he does his nightly robberies he always brings you something back. something shiny that makes you swoon over him. you’ve always wore gold jewelry but just mere minutes earlier joker gave you a silver necklace, knowing you can't stand that color.

you have tears coming down your cheeks, hyperventilating as your face comes out of hiding in his neck to look at him. you can his silver teeth grinding because he is annoyed. " jay, i-i-i’m sorry but i just don’t want that necklace " you stammered out, not getting a chance to collect yourself before he grips the sides of your neck tightly making you a little light headed. you grip his wrist, tears coming down a little faster. your eyes getting glossy while he rolls his.

your chest heaves even with your air flow constricted you let heavy breaths out. watching you as you scratch at his hand at your throat. satisfied to see you gasp out. "be grateful doll, i could snap your neck since your being so rude" he loves how pretty you look when he holds you throat. it makes him harder in his pants. he finally lets you go when he sees your eyes slightly roll back. smiling watching you cough out trying to speak again.

when you speak again your still sniffing, but your voice is now a little raspy. "i just wanted some gold" all the things he does for you and you have the nerve to pout and cry. he is sick of it, the hand that was just at your throat going to grip your hair tightly, causing "ow's" to leave your lips when he uses your hair to move you from the living room to the bedroom

he just laughs while he drags you down the hallway, doing his classic clown laugh that scares you especially when he gets like this. " your just a spoiled thing, ain't you cupcake ?" pulling your hair harder when he shuts the door of your shared bedroom. your lips pouting when you can feel your head throb as he pulls you onto the bed, laying you down next to him

loving how your whine when he presses his fingers into your scalp “jay that hurts” he dismisses your pain.

covering your lips with his hand that has that smiling mouth on it. that he loves to tease and antagonize you with. “smile more doll” laughing more at you. playing with your feelings. moving his hand to start kiss your pouting lips roughly to stop your cries.

he loves to act like you annoy him when really he is happy with anything that you do. deep down he cares for you deeply and you both know that, its why you act like this. he finally lets your hair go as he lays you down flat on your back. still keeping his lips locked on you while he puts his weight heavily on top of you.

feeling your legs wrap around his waist and arms wrap around his neck tightly. the position making your body start to tingle your done crying, now your body feels hot. his length starts to throb as his tongue moves with yours and spit starts moving past your lips. he is messy with the kisses wanting them his way not slow like how you like them. "please jay" you gasp when your lips pull apart from each other.

"i shouldn't give you anything, always begging and crying" he grumbles against your lips, biting the skin to see you wince. his blue eyes burning into yours watching you intense biting harder into the soft skin of your lip to see the discomfort. he lets you go your lips swelling from the assault.

giving you one last kiss making it sloppy before he is pecking down your neck, where he begins to bite that already bruised skin from his rough hold, his teeth bruising you even more. even though it hurts so bad it feels so good. you’ve grown the love the feeling “jay, i need you please” your pulling him closer to you. holding him securely against you.

he grabs your face between his hand squeezing your checks tightly together “shut up” he mumbles out, coming to look you in the eyes, he can still see the tear marks that are etched into your face. he almost wants to roll his eyes how lovesick he really is, rolling his tongue along your face to collect your dried tears “all the whining im sick of it”

he has to pry your hands off him to help you take your shirt and pants off so he has all the access he needs to mark you up as much as he can. you can feel his silver hit your skin first before anything it makes you shiver with how cold the metal is. running your hands through his soft green hair to just touch him.

he starts his focus near your collar bone where he bites hard enough to make you draw blood, blood that he has to suction his lips around to collect. making you wince and gasp, looking down to the purple pains that are starting to spread across your skin. really when you plead and beg for him it makes him stiffen more in his pants, but he can’t let you know that.

your body wrapped around him again as you crave the attention of his body. he positions his mouth right by your ear “don’t play soft with me sweetheart, i know you like it rough” his voice raspy in your ear when he bites the shell of it while you hiss and whine. running his tongue in the ridges, lifting under you back to help take your bra off. letting it fly across the room when he starts kissing you against your chest, sucking on the skin of your breast

you slightly tug on his hair and he moans so sweetly. you feel the start of you sweating, the arousal giving you a temperature like feeling. your body starting to grind and roll up into him feeling how stiff he is, giving you so much pleasure and he not even inside you yet.

you nearly jumpstart when he suddenly bites your nipple the pain making you jump running his tongue over the pebble and suctioning his lips to soothe the pain. “feel so good” you whispers gripping his hair tighter when he switches to your other breast. sinking his teeth in harder to hear those pretty noise he loves working his hips to build a rhythm into you

letting your breast go, he lifts his head up to just admirers your naked body, reaching his hands to touch all the welts he created. your so cute it makes him aggressive for some reason. sometimes he just wants to squeeze you against him til he can’t anymore.

makes him do things like pressing your breast together roughly. your so adorable he can’t help it, you have to arch your back up for some relief. watching the flesh spill from in between his fingers. he lets them free loving how their decorations he has added to your skin, he pulls his hand back and smacks the mounds of flesh

the static feeling has you jumping, trying to run away from the unique state he has you in when he starts to twist your sore nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. holding them tightly to stretch them as far as they can go. slapping your breast again while he watches them jiggle

he’s infatuated with you, how your body reacts to him, even your crybaby ways. sliding your panties off. “you ready for me doll ?” distracting with a question so he can strip himself of his clothes, waiting for your answer. your mouth to busy watering looking at his body, it’s so sculpted and the different images on his body has you tracing them with your fingertips while you wait for him to finish undressing

your eyes locking on his bobbing thickness when he pulls himself free. “so ready for you” you can feel the wetness leaking from you just looking at him. positioning your body so that your legs are wide open your feet laying on the bed. wide open for him so he can see everything, so he can see you

joker just sees you spread out and it’s like he gets hypnotize. running his hands over your legs to comfort you preparing you. moving closer to your body adjusting to lightly tap the tip of him onto you to feel the stickiness between your folds. “i should punish you, shouldn’t fuck you at all. should make you beg all night” the cream covers him when continues with the motion, your wetness coating him “huh, since you don’t like my gifts ?” he questioned you, working his length between your puffy lips. the moisture helps him when start to roll into you not yet penetrating you. your clit being hit with his spitting head of precum

“jay im sorry” you mew he can already see those tears that he hates so much at the corners of your eyes. “you forgive me ?” you reach out to him your hand running on his flexing core. trying to seduce him to comply with your wants

he ignores you knowing your trying to get him to fall into your trap. he shoves you hand out the way voice gruff. positioning himself to poke into you slowly, you can feel your walls seperating when he moves deep, sucking him in. causing his moans to be animalistic almost sounding like he is growling. and he is still pushing his thicknesss into you.

you feel like you can’t breathe when he meets his pelvis with yours. he can’t even relax, because of your walls gripping him. your plushy walls pulsing while he is inbetween them “doll, your squeezing me so tight” he kisses your check softly. pulling his arms under you to pull you closer to him pressing your chest against his.

you crave the feeling of his soft kissing when he lays his head in your neck. kissing your neck tenderly touching the bruises and letting his tongue roll over them when he starts a gentle pace into you. “j-j-jay your so deep” your mouth right by his ear where he can hear you take ragged breaths

even though he grabs your hair hard making your head throb, makes you throat sore from him always squeezing his hand around it, from him bruising you in bites all over. but whenever he is inside of you he contradicts himself moving slowly. never being rough when he is inside your snug walls. instead he wants you to be rough with him.

his eyes rolling back when you start to grab at his back. your nails dragging on his skin and letting the burning feeling take over body. “scratch me harder baby” his voice light as he begs while he is humping you is so rhythmic the when the top of him catching in the back of your walls on that special spot which makes you grant his wishes. your nails dragging down his skin rougher

your legs have to stay open to make sure you can feel him. feel him almost reaching your cervix, blood coming from his fresh line wounds on his skin. he loves the pain it brings him pleasure, it over takes his body. he craves it from you whenever your walls consume him

he is moving slowly and steadily, making you desperate for just a little more. your fingers running through his soft strands. your fingers are doing the same thing your toes are doing, curling. pushing your fingers into his scalp grabbing tightly at his hair pulling his head back hard

you can see his lip move with each roll of his hips. he is talking to himself quietly, only speaking louder to praise you. he can’t collect himself, the burning in his scalp makes his eyes flutter and his lip come between his teeth. whimpers coming out to your ears.“harder, please fuck me harder” you beg you can feel a simmering feeling in your body

his head whips froward when you let his soft locs go “you know i can’t doll, you know…” his words jumbling together, you only catch the beginning. your legs coming to wrap around to keep him close. your back arching up when he angles his hips just right to hit the back of your walls, his groin rubbing on your clit.

he has to collect his breath when you look so eternal laid out and moaning for him. you wetness coating him so much he has use his knees so that he has proper direction and doesn’t slip into you. he can feel your legs starting shake around his waist. "come on baby you don’t wanna do your favorite part ?”

he knows you have so much love for wrapping your hands around his throat, dominating him makes you feel in charge. but really it’s his favorite part. having to use all your focus to bringing your shaky hands to cut his air supply off holding his neck, not yet adding pressure. "harder doll" his hips still stroking you slow and steady.

he can feels his blood pulse to his length when your cut his air flow off. threatening an early release from him that he has hold you tightly to not spill to quickly. he likes the pain it makes his body buzz. causing the new found piston of his hips.his hips rolling deeply into you while your body start shake more. pressing your thumbs almost makes it seems like your trying to touch the back of his throat.

noticing the whites of his eyes slowly taking over his pupils from the lack of oxygen. his pale neck turned purple with how hard he had you holding him. your hands letting him go watching him gasp and groan. legs around his waist while he strokes you so consistently. his milky skin and his tattoos make you dizzy.

the long strokes makes you start to feel the pit in your stomach, the high creeping up on you. grabbing his lower back with both hands scratching near the base of his back. “jayyy”

your consuming him, controlling him from how your plushness surrounds him, from your nail creating pleasure. the first reaction of you when you can feel the sensation reaching from the tip of your toes to you the ache in your pelvis, from how deep his hips work into yours. is to bite him like how he does you, sinking your teeth in his shoulder

“ugh cupcake, your trynna k-” he shakes on top of you. your both almost at your peak, biting him harder when you can feel the tingles all over your body while your moaning into his skin. “your trynna… trynna” he mumbles more feeling the quake in his loins. while your thighs are trembling faster

you both coming to your high at the same time, pulling him so close to your body, letting him free from your teeth. moaning more “j-jay please” your eyes rolling back when you let your body go. letting the euphoria take over. your whole body shaking while he can feel your walls taking his cum in.

he kisses you to swallow your moans, the sounds vibrating against each other. your arsoual at the same time makes your souls combine together he lets your lips go when your body stopped buzzing. seeing your eyelids flutter close when he pulls out of you

when you wake up from you sex induced nap. your meet with three gold necklaces and 6 golden bracelets gracing your wrist, making you smile dreamily

[elklounge]

Ted Raimi who plays Darnell got to have a few Evil Dead references sprinkled in the show! Enjoy:)

[yumethefrostypanda]

Simon "Ghost" Riley

[zayne-snowman]

(hi >< i have been wanting to send a request to u as i lovee the way u write each zayne 😭🎀 could i please get a reaction from each zayne on my halloween outfit(can be anything really just, has to be on a spicy side XD) My pronouns are she/her!)

I wanted to go for a little scandalous look this time ��� how do I look zaynie?? ~~

Maybe you should wear something a bit more warm, and save that for when we get back home. I don't want you catching a cold, but I want to see you wearing that again. Specifically, on top of me.

That is… You look… Beautiful. If you want to wear that, I won’t stop you, but I do wish it was for my eyes only. … … I really can’t stop looking, sorry. Can I put my hands on you?

Why are you wearing this for? Are you expecting visitors in the Tower of Thorns? If you wear those garments and you are not yet shivering, you might as well walk around nude. Hm? Are you starting to feel cold? If you wish for me to help you warm up, you must ask for it properly first.

Ah- What- What is your costume supposed to be? … … … … No, it looks fine, I just- I do like it, I… I’ve looked at it enough, so… Are you doing this on purpose? Mmm… Perhaps I could check if you’ve put it on correctly, turn around.

Why would I care what you’re weari- …!!!!!!!!!! …Aren’t Halloween costumes supposed to be scary? Take that off, it’s not appropriate. …Where are you going? …To change? I didn’t tell you to change, I told you to take it off.

[long-lost-soul]

Have you heard of crown shyness? It’s such a beautiful phenomenon!

aaah yes i have!! it’s SUCH a beautiful phenomenon, both from above and below.. i’m honestly obsessed with the way the trees grow around each other

[abyssalzones]

fighting the urge to say Are you fucking stupid to randos who tag my art as the literal one thing I ask people not to tag it as

[tamamoreblogs]

OOOOOOOHHHHHH MYYYYYY FUCKIIIIINGGGGG GODDDDDDDDDD

Fanart for @tamamoarts' WIR AU!! I love this little dude, he's so charming <33

I like to think that he'd be more detailed and "realistically" proportioned due to him being a newer version of Turbo, similar to Calhoun. Though, I will say that I like the way that Tamamo draws him better - he looks absolutely adorable when he's just a teeny guy!

Also, something that I noticed while drawing him: I have no idea if this was on purpose or not, but I realized that Circuit's goggles could be symbolic of/related to the original Turbo! Whenever he's racing, whenever he tries to get serious, he looks all the more like his predecessor...

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i'm so cheesy when it comes to these two dorks istg 😔<333

[desertduality]

hi tonights weird ask is this. my masterpiece. his name is sca. he deserves to be hung in the louvre or some fancy place for art to be displayed but im a very humble person and i don't need all that fame and glory. hes yours now /silly

this is my son sca he has every disease <3

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

a short fic about that one panel in particular— pakiss naman ako after, Makisig ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

——♡——

Maliksi seethed in frustration as he watched the humans fall under his and Makisig's enchanting spell. He saw them as fleeting and insignificant creatures, driven by their insatiable desires and consumed by their own selfishness. To Maliksi, humans were merely vessels, pawns to be used for their own ends. He had long abandoned any hope of understanding their complexities, dismissing them as unworthy of his attention. Their adoration, in his eyes, was nothing but a shallow facade. He couldn't fathom why his brother, Makisig, yearned to understand these creatures so deeply.

"Bullshit! None of you swines actually care about him—" Maliksi's voice dripped with venom as he spat out his words, his hand defiantly flipping off the mesmerized crowd. But before he could finish his sentence, Makisig's imposing figure appeared before him, his eyes flashing with concern.

"Care about who, Maliksi?" Makisig's voice resonated with a mix of sternness and care, his presence looming over his younger brother. "Care to elaborate, bunso?"

Maliksi gazed into Makisig's eyes, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his older brother's gaze. He took a deep breath, his anger giving way to a vulnerable admission. "I'm talking about you, Makisig. You're too kind for your own good. These humans, they don't deserve your compassion. They're nothing more than vessels, mere tools for us to exploit."

Makisig's expression softened, his voice laced with a deep sense of understanding. "Maliksi, I know you see them that way, but I can't help but believe that there's more to them. Yes, they can be flawed and selfish, but buried within them are flickers of goodness and potential. I can't turn a blind eye to that."

Maliksi's frustration boiled over, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. It just doesn't make sense— it's senseless. Stupid. He'd smash his brother's head against a balete tree if it means knocking some sense into him. "And what has that gotten you, Makisig? Their fleeting admiration? Their empty promises? They'll discard you the moment it suits them. You're wasting your time."

Makisig's gaze held unwavering determination as he gently placed a hand on Maliksi's shoulder. "I refuse to believe that, Maliksi. I choose to see the best in them, to believe in their capacity for change. Yes, I may get hurt along the way, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. For them, and for myself."

Maliksi's eyes locked with his brother's, a mixture of love and frustration swirling within them. Too nice, too nice. Smashing his head doesn't seem too bad right now. "You're too good for them, Makisig. They don't deserve your kindness." To him, Makisig's kindness was a flaw, a vulnerability that would eventually lead to his downfall.

Makisig, on the other hand, possessed an insatiable curiosity about humans. He was fascinated by their emotions, their dreams, and their potential for both good and evil. Unlike his brother, Makisig believed that humans held a depth of untapped wisdom and beauty that deserved exploration. He saw their capacity for compassion and sought to understand the intricacies of their hearts.

A soft smile graced Makisig's face as he leaned closer, their foreheads touching in a display of brotherly closeness. "Perhaps, Maliksi, but they are not the ones I'm trying to prove anything to. I do it for myself, to stay true to the person I want to be. And I hope that one day, you'll understand."

As the weight of their differences hung heavy in the air, Maliksi let out a frustrated sigh. He could feel the chasm between their perspectives widening, and the strain of their contrasting beliefs gnawed at his soul. With a heavy heart, he took a step back, distancing himself from Makisig.

Unable to fully comprehend his brother's unwavering faith in humanity, Maliksi turned away, his steps growing distant. The forest seemed to echo his internal turmoil as he retreated deeper into its depths. The rustling leaves whispered his frustration, mirroring the tangled thoughts that consumed his mind.

Makisig watched his brother's departure, a mix of sadness and understanding etched across his face. But despite the ache of their differences, Makisig held onto hope that one day, Maliksi would find his own truth, his own understanding.

[zukoromantic]

HAPPY (almost) VALENTINES DAY (even if you don't celebrate it now), @dreamcast-official !!! 💕🧡 I am your secret valentine for the @precuresecretexchange :D! (What an awesome event, thanks so much for organizing!)

Since Tsubasa/Cure Wing is one of your favorite characters, i have decided to make a compilation of the entirety of Hirogaru Sky with some of his cutest or coolest moments (or other highlights💥). He's just lovely, i agree with you...!

This also includes some very small scenes of the Allstars F movie towards the end. Timestamp for that is 32:48 (only the last few seconds are actually spoilery, so dw abt opting out on time) !

I hope that you enjoy it, even if it's half an hour long. But he simply has so many good scenes, so I hope you can have fun!!! ^^

[happyyft]

I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS ‼️‼️‼️‼️🦖, look I made you a small one

WEEHEEHSHFA SORRY FOR BEING LATE THANKYOU