#and ultimately regretting it

[jlf23tumble]

Jen have you got any thoughts/headcannons about what was Louis’ “major fuck up” that he’s alluded to in multiple songs? Like Walls, All Along, Too Young, Always You, etc.

I...uh. What. I have so many of 'em, how could you NOT if you've read the lyrics to any, I mean, ALL of those songs??? it's not mysterious, not even a little bit lmao, jesus CHRIST, the pain, ouchhhhh

[needypisces]

there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do

Art Donaldson was exhausted.

He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.

You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”

He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.

“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.

“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”

Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”

“On your back.”

He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.

You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.

“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.

Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.

Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.

The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.

You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.

“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.

Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”

“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”

At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”

“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”

Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.

“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."

“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[theamazingian]

I forgot I never uploaded this, but thought it might be interesting. These are the first designs I did of the character outfits for The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Then, after seeing Ellen’s outstanding sketches, we smushed our ideas together to get closer to what ended up in the final game!

[leal-hound]

spoilers for my fanfic but i dont know if ill have the energy to finish it, so here's some uh oh doodles

[atomra]

Here is some more Vladcard and Atom! Vladtom? Vlatom? 🤔 Either way, enjoy! 😊💙

[bandaidfingers]

Happy Star Wars Day!

I went insane with this Metal Bikini Han Solo collage last month >:o) I’ve doodled him in the infamous metal bikini in the past, but decided it was time I dedicate myself to a real quality illustration of it. Enjoy! Lol

nine bazillion process pics under the cut

[sunsetno4]

Let Vendetta have nir silly little dreams, you two.

This thought + plus one of the lines from Chen's apartment scene has been rolling around in my head for a few months now, so a quick comic had to be made. Vendetta just has an odd fascination with being buried, given it's so out of nir realm of reality? It's a joke, but the thought is a nice one especially if ne could be a cool little church grim on top on that~

Plus, doodling Anathema is always a plus. Ven and nem were such twins. :')

[cookiedough77]

up until the very end, adrien was so ANGRY with his father, like with the whole nightormentor thing, even after while in his solitary confinement, he was so angry, or very upset with his father, even when it all eneded he was calling out wanting to be let out IMMEDIATELY

how guilty do you think he felt after he died? or at least when he was told, that his last sight of him was when he was deakumatized, still frustrated he never listens to him

the way he didnt think of his father happily before he died and now he just has to go on living with that...

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT ADRIEN PLS SAVE ME

[ihaveneverbeengivenflowers]

sexual orientation: ❌ heterosexual ❌ homosexual ❌ bisexual ✅ Alucard

[chocobosdungeon2]

this is hands down the worst thing ive ever made but their similarities (and differences) have been rattling around in my head

[bobbydagen24]

according to the Bro zone website Baby Branch used to love pranking his Bros lol so if we get another Tv show in future we gotta see another prank day episode.

gotta love the implication that Brozone were so Dumb that a Baby used to be able to Trick them all the time lol.

but yeah we gotta have another prank day episode in future so we can see Branch pick up where he left off and prank his Bros to Hell and back

maybe he even takes it to the extreme and keeps popping up in their personal lives when they are trying to do stuff like their day to day Jobs

and he pranks them with it actually interfering with their Jobs and tasks legit annoying them while Branch just finds it amusing with him very much acting like a kid again

and stating that he missed this in the years they were Gone 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[lilaclynbo]

Don't mind me. I'm just proud of myself. ( open image for better quality )

Reference :

[mixelation]

on being able to buy minato's kunai. imagine. reborn au tori living under the childhood fear of him teleporting in and killing everyone growing up, going to ninjacon, and seeing the equivalent of an etsy artist selling a (clearly real) one they found on some battlefield

see. okay. the context for me debating this was i reread what i have written of NinjaCon 2, where minato decides at the absolute last second it would be fun to crash. it contains the details of 1) tori telling minato she has a lead on an "authentic konoha ANBU mask" and minato being like "PLEASE tell me you are joking" because he's on vacation but he'd be obligated to do something about that, and then 2) he specifically says he has no markers in hot water country. but i was like. what if he did. and he's annoyed about it

but ALSO know ninjacon 2 is minato's POV. so it would be tori being like "absolutely HILARIOUS story from my childhood--" and then i don't even know how minato would feel about it lmaoooooo. one thing ninjacon 2 is meant to accomplish is they start to develop their interpersonal relationship for the first time so like. this seems like it should be discussed. but how

i actually don't think tori would hold anything against him, at least not in a person sense? she had more active fear of what her own family/orochimaru might do to her, even if konoha's actions as a village (which minato became in charge of at some point) exacerbated this problem.

tori, who just assumes all ninja will eventually turn on you: i'm probably more nervous abut you now than during the war :^)

minato: wait what

[o0mochacoffee0o]

I spent $60 on Sonic 3 Target toys that glow

I have no regrets

[eidothean]

Yeah we’re never getting over the crow Rook/Davrin romance I’m setting up shop here lads