#and it really really sucks. idk

[lapdogchase]

gm i have a sore throat is it over for me

[puppppppppy]

basement guys

[fantasykiri5]

Ticklish

[woah-its-al]

@zorangezest I uh I uerm I joined in on the fun and did a pannel re-draw of ur swapped starscream comic

<3<3<3

once again original comic by @zorangezest !!!! not my original work that credit is hers!!!

[clockworkreapers]

Vol 3 Jack really went though it huh

[keferon]

Imagine you're in the world of Transformers. Imagine you woke up randomly in the med bay and you're a giant robot.

You don't know which version of Transformers this is, the movies or the TV series or the comics? You don't know.

But you need to pick a faction and join it right now.

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[shittalkerxox]

Not me drawing art for my own fanfiction jeez 🫠

And a link to the fic, in case you're interested;

My Darling, Orpheus

[ihatebrainstorm]

Blaster, The Royal Spirit Tuner

He's blind so he relies on the spirits he summons to help guide and protect him. His arrows are also magic tipped and auto move towards his targets

[the-knife-consumer]

Finally settled on designs for the springlocks im actually okay with

[spikedwh0re]

went to a gay bar for bear night and saw my dad there. we made eye contact at the start of the show and i felt the heat go straight down- he went on as usual with his number, pretending i wasn't there. i didn't know dad was doing this at night- grinding against people putting cash in his jock strap, humping a stranger's leg to the beat, thrusting his hips up, all while his hairy body shined with oil. i couldn't tear my eyes away as i felt myself getting wet, telling myself that this was wrong but that it's okay that i couldn't help myself because the show is sexual in nature, regardless of whether it's my dad or not. everyone would feel this way, right?

when the show ended, i knew i had to go find him backstage... just to talk, nothing else. i shift in my tight clothes as i move, people glancing down at the exposed parts of my body when i make my way to the back. i dressed up with the intention of going home with someone tonight, so i'm not wearing much. when i get to the dressing room, he's alone. the other performers seem to be out on the floor. i knock on the open door to get his attention. "dad?" at the sound of voice his eyes fly to me. he scans my body- my tits poking from out of my cropped shirt, my shorts that expose part of my ass, the fishnets that hug my arms and legs. "son," he says out of breath from the performance i assume, "i didn't expect to see you here." i think i should be the one saying that, but im suddenly unable to speak. id been a regular at bear night for months now. i never realized how id been searching for people that look just like my dad... and now here he is, wearing nothing but a jock strap.

i leave the door open and approach him, leaning against the counter he was standing in front of. "you did a great job out there... all my friends told me how hot they thought you looked. i didn't know you had it in you, old man." i can't help but try to subtly rub against the counter as i stand there, looking at his exposed chest, his arms, his half lidded eyes.

"oh yeah?" he says, raising an eyebrow. he drops his voice, and it makes my stomach tingle. "what was your favorite part, kiddo?"

i stammered a bit as he took a step toward me. i think he could tell how flushed i was getting; i saw his eyes look down between my thighs when i kept shifting to rub them together. he was so close to me now, his breath smelling faintly like alcohol. "y-your dances were incredible. i never imagined you had the strength for that, the stamina to do it for so long, and uh," he was looking into my eyes, and his gaze is so intense i have to drop my glance to his lips, plump and slightly parted, and my resolve to not do anything stupid crumbled. how did i never realize that my type of man is my dad? "when you were grinding against those people, when you let them put bills right above your.... i just felt, i thought that was..."

he smiled, grabbing my fishnetted thigh harshly. i gasp, but i don't move away. "you don't need to tell me how you felt, son." he leaned down to get close to my face just a breath away. "i could always tell you were a slut for your dad's body."

[zellaroonie]

An Unusual Encounter

I’ve been so obsessed with the idea of a “what-if” scenario where Blind-Eye Fiddleford encounters Stanford in his state of finding out the truth behind Bill’s intentions… (so is it toxic yaoi (maybe) )

[mihtya]

Good night papyton nation

[firewasabeast]

once a year tommy goes to this little cafe outside of LA and sits at the same table and orders the same meal. he's done it since he got back from the army. no one knows about it except for the owner of the cafe, steve, who's been there since day one. he didn't always go alone. when he was young he would go with his mom. it was a yearly tradition when they'd go back-to-school shopping. they went right before he was shipped off to afghanistan too, just because they'd miss their usual date. when tommy was away, his mom died of a sudden heart attack. he didn't even find out about it for a few weeks.

he didn't go for a couple of years after that. the anniversary of their annual cafe date was somehow worse than the anniversary of her death. but one year, something inside him screamed for him to go back. go have that meal that they loved so much. sit at that table. do it for her. maybe you'll even feel her there? so he goes. and steve remembers him. how could he ever forget tommy? he'd watched that kid grow up!

the first year he went back was hard. he barely ate the food, felt indescribably lonely, and once he got back to his car he sobbed for nearly half an hour before he could even drive away.

then he came back the next year, and the next, and the next. he kept coming back, always alone. even when he had people in his life, he'd come alone.

then one year steve looked over at the table, knowing tommy should be arriving soon, and saw two men sitting there. he went over to tell them they'd have to move- the table was reserved, but halfway over he stopped. it was tommy... with someone this time. the other guy was looking around, then leaning in close to tommy. it looked like he was asking questions. he reached over the table and took tommy's hand and squeezed it and tommy... smiled. he smiled a real smile that reached his eyes. steve hadn't seen that smile since the last time he came with his mom.

so steve walks over to the table to say hello, like always. to ask him about his life and what he's been up to this last year. he'd always say "not much, really. nothing new." but this time he kept his smile, motioned toward the man across from him and introduced him as, "My boyfriend, Evan Buckley, or Buck. Evan, this is Steve."

and this boy, Buck, he stands and shakes steve's hand, asks to pull up another chair, says, "i heard you knew tommy's mom?"

steve nods. "i did." because while tommy only came once a year, his mom came more often. it was her little safe haven away from home.

"i've heard a lot about her from tommy," this buck said, a bright smile on his face. "but i'd like to know more. what was she like?"

so steve sat, and talked and talked, and the boys listened- Buck listened.

tommy never came to the cafe alone again.

[lovexmemonster]

that one blackrock scientist thats been plaguing my mind as of late

[jinndesu]

idk man bro just looks so baby girl😦