#and too sweet

[haveihitanerve]

Okay but Andarna saying “and I do dearly wish to be like him.” Absolutely fucking broke me 😭

Like she purposefully makes her scales look black like Tairn’s because she wants to be like him she wants her dad to see her and be proud of her and she wants to look like him and just like ahhhhh 😭 I love her so much and don’t worry little one Tairn sees you, his little Golden One

[lloydenthusiast]

for the greenflower prompts: hydrangea... set in the rain!

Brad is caught in the rain often. Too often, to be honest. How he keeps forgetting his umbrella is beyond him. How Lloyd keeps remembering is, well, standard. Not really that impressive. Brad tells him this. Lloyd laughs. “‘Scuse you,” he says. “I’ll kick you out of my umbrella.” “Sure.” Brad snuggles closer, looping his arm through Lloyd’s. “Here, you’re holding it too low.” Brad takes the umbrella from him as Lloyd grumbles something about trees and lampposts. He holds it up a bit, so it no longer hits him in the head, and Lloyd smiles, pecking his cheek. The streets are nearly empty. It’s late, and they’re on the way back from a show. It was a good show, Brad thought. Lloyd’s been a bit more critical. They walk in a comfortable silence, only the rain tip-tapping on the umbrella, the occasional gust of wind. A rather strong one takes Brad by surprise, yanking the umbrella from his hand and sending it flying down the street. The silence suddenly grows tense. “Well?” Lloyd says. “Go get it.” Brad laughs, but the expression on Lloyd’s face tells him he isn’t amused. “Oh, I’ll buy you a new one,” Brad says, laughing. He tugs Lloyd to an overhang, brushing the wet curls from his face. And Lloyd laughs. Laughs his beautiful laugh. “You butthead!” he says. “I loved that umbrella!” “Why? Because it was green?” Brad says. “Oh, shut up.” Lloyd giggles. In response, Brad says “Let’s make a run for it.” And, at once, they run into the rain, laughing as they do. They end up soaked, by the time they reach their apartment. Brad pauses, grabbing Lloyd’s hand and pulling him out into the rain once more before they go inside. “Hey!” Lloyd laughs. “We’re right there!” “Sorry,” Brad says, smiling. And he leans down and kisses him. The rain beats against his back, and he’s pretty sure he can hear thunder rumbling in the distance, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[tired-teacher-blog]

I’m so glad I was able to make you smile! You’re such a lovely person. I started following for your (wonderful) writing…you really just have a beautiful soul too. I’m thankful to have found you on here. ♥️ You inspire me to hopefully post my work on here someday too!

~ 🍡

Wait a minute! Let me just take a deep breath first because my heart is hammering in my chest right now 😭💜💜💜

I am so happy you're enjoying my work baby, knowing this gives me strength and confidence to carry on, and I'm especially ecstatic that you're thinking about posting your work here! It makes me so excited, so please know that I'll always be cheering you on.

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[medusasbush]

i found the tenth circle of hell: it's where your fave blows up on tiktok

[artsymeeshee]

Thinking about the idea I had a LONG time ago about Mabel sending motivational and complimenting stickers for the boys and Ford saving a “write your own message” one just for Stan and had to draw it.

[datcravat]

DANDADAN

[mielplante]

late night talking with the king 🍂

[noodles-and-tea]

Eepy

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason Todd babysitting baby Damian.

Jason looked around as Damian sat next to him. The little baby stared at the man with a blank stare.

Jason (rubbing Damian's chubby cheeks with his hand): Tiny baby. Precious. Soft. You are a cute baby.

Baby Damian smiled then giggled.

Jason: I can't believe you share his DNA, or her DNA or her father's DNA.

Jason booped Damian's nose making the baby giggle and cover his face.

Jason: All right, got that out my system. Let's go play in the dirt.

Jason picked up Damian and took him outside.

Jason: Battled my brother, taking care of my dad's secret son, getting paid. It's gonna be a good year.

Damian (happy): Ah!

Jason: Thank you.

[pepperingsteaks]

hello mouthwashing fans

(this is a scene redraw btw)

[punkleos]

I had to draw these two sweeties from @kianamaiart ‘s magical girl concept!! This is just an idea I had: I like to imagine them doing each others hair and Aika wants to be good at hair like Zira is, but never has the attention span to do anything complicated. When Aika asks to try helping with Zira’s hair, how could Zira say no to a hangout opportunity that would take hours and hours! Aika thinks Zira’s hair is simply immaculate and she wants to show her appreciation with this act of service. Zira thinks Aika’s hair is so cute and she’d love to have a more adventurous hairstyle like that but she doesn’t wanna draw attention to herself. Maybe they’re binging the Pokémon movies lol

Bonus sketch:

[nikkinelson1313]

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy is nervous to meet Abby,,

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE