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[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[castiels-undercoat]

This scene never fails to make me go CRAZY

like i know ppl have pointed it out before but shes literally trying to hook Dean up here! SHES SAYING THAT CAS IS DREAMY FOR DEAN!! like its so bananas bc what else could this even MEANNN??

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory knows he looks LIKE HIM in FNAF..

[paintedcrows]

Had a silly thought about hypothetical cat curse shenanigans with @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's How to Cat Burglar a Family ;)

Bonus doodle!!

[skipblebee]

Sv au where everything is the same but it's like a reality tv show (the system takes interviews)

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

Oh, my foolish wizard...lean your weight on me.

[frownyalfred]

okay hear me out: a fic riffing off the “Robin meets the JL while Batman is away and bolts” post I made but it’s a horror fic told from Robin’s POV as he desperately tries to escape through Gotham, using every gadget and contingency Batman gave him, running to the point of collapse and then trying to turn around and do a last stand with Batman’s holdout from the deepest pocket on his belt, the one he promised B he’d only use if it was life or death, and —

and the big reveal is that the person who’s chasing him is Superman. who readers know and love as Clark Kent, but to a terrified Robin? to a Robin who was told in no uncertain terms to run and keep running if he ever saw him?

anyway, cue Clark getting a surprise hit of Kryptonite from the terrified twelve year old and then having to explain at the next League meeting why, and how, he terrorized Batman’s sidekick when he knew Gotham was off limits. and he has to explain to Batman, who is so righteously furious, so close to losing it then and there and bringing out the Kryptonite himself.

[majunju]

new astral express member duties 1/???: helping stelle sleep

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[skipppppy]

I made a matching piece for Dipper 💫🌲

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[moechies]

“‘s okay, calm down pretty girl,” suna purrs.

you whine, suna’s fingers coming up to comb through the soft locks of your hair. his cock slips out from under you, missing your cunt before dragging across your thigh.

suna almost laughs; laughs at the naivety of your actions. how could a girl in her 20s not know how to sit on cock? but much less is expected from a virgin, he presumes.

he sees your pretty bulbs well up with tears in frustration, a light blush crawling up to your cheeks as you nibble on your bottom lip; so he decides to play it nice.

“i—i can’t! c—can’t do it, help me, rinnie!”

“shh,” he chuckles, pressing a plush kiss against your puffed cheek. “rinnie will teach you, okay?”

you huff, not in acceptance or denial; you want him to do it all! you want him to lay you down and take you there, and not have to go though all of this humiliation. but he insists; insists that it’ll hurt less, and it’ll feel better quicker. but truly, it’s just to see you like this.

all teary and frustrated, with the cutest pout on your face. he thinks you look like a doll.

“line yourself up with the tip,” he whispers, laying back once again, leaving all of the work for you. you do as you’re told, taking a hold of his cock with writhe, shaky fingers. you lift the heavy weight from his stomach, pointing the bulbous tip peripheral to your fat slit.

“g—good,” he breathes, a warm hand coming to envelop your shaky thigh. “now press the tip against your slit, like they’re kissin.’”

suna chuckles when you huff at his poor choice of words, but you do just so, lowering yourself onto his cock just so his cock head sits within your slit.

“almost there,” he groans at the mix of your twos juices from below, breathes shaky. surely it hadn’t been his first time, but this was so damn intimate. it made him nervous. “yeah, now press yourself onto him.”

and you do; feeling your walls clasp against the fat of his cock. it's overwhelming for the both of you; and he was sure you'd fail to get him inside again. "rin—!” you gasp, a lilt burn in your cunt. you want him to make it all go away. “b—burns, rin, help,”

he shushes you gently, both hands coming to support your giving thighs from under. it's too much pressure on his sweet girl, he knows. but it would've been such a pity to miss this sight; your eyes lidded, lips swollen and plush, and entire body flexed with a thin coat of sweat that paints you, and it makes you look like gold.

“that’s it , takin’ me so well, angel girl. mhm.” he sighs, lowering you to grind onto his tip. you whine at the intrusion, in disbelief that you’d have to take any more than this some day. it’s so thick.

“r—rin,” you cry, hips following the movements of his leading hands, “it feels s—so good!” you moan. oh, you’re distracting him, gorgeous girl. suna’s left hand slips from under, allowing your weight to pummel your cunt further onto his dick on accident.

“fuck, sorry baby.”

you squeal in a slight pain, fist clenching against his shoulder. you throw your head back unintentionally, throat dry with a hoarse gasp.

suna holds still, and it feels a lot better once you’ve settled down. “feels better angel? c’mon, tell rin.” you mewl in content, giving him a short peck on the lips. “m-mhm, feels better.. hnn—“

you’re a sweet little thing, and he adores every single inch of you.

“kay, doll. ‘s time to make rinnie feel good too, okay ?”

[verawhisk]

pet me, damn it!

[chloesimaginationthings]

He has no mouth but he must scream in FNAF..

[gongyussy]

j… jesus oppa ;____;

[yourimaginaryfriiendd]

dp x dc prompt or smth

Danny was lost. Yes, lost.

“Hey, can you point me in the direction of the bathroom?” He asked a random dude.

“HOW DID YOU GET IN THE BATCAVE?!”

“Jeez no need to yell, I just want to find the bathroom man.”

—

Danny was lost again, damn he has bad luck.

“Hey man, do you know how to get to Crime Alley (or really any other street)?”

“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?! WE’RE 3,000 METERS UNDER THE OCEAN?!”

“My phone won’t work :(“ He says as he looks at his phone, which was not working.