#but I’m still satisfied by them

[littlehen]

not bad for a first ever attempt! behold my massive meringues

[moldypumpkins]

Ok, finally MY HEADCANONS…I love these dudes

*Edit

Here’s the text since it’s a bit hard to read!

TOKI: 25-28 yrs old (doesnt remember exact age), 6'

Dissociates often+Cptsd

Scars all over body from childhood +magnus+being insane

Really likes miniatures

MURDERFACE: 34 yrs old, 5'10"

Septum piercing, acne/self harm/accident scars

Prince albert piercing (you know its true ok)

SKWISGAAR: 36 yrs, 6'5"

Very specific skincare/hair routine

Faint needle scars

Lingerie enjoyer

PICKLES: 42 yrs, 5'7"

Old queen + freckles

Cig burn scars, belly button piercing

Probably has a tramp stamp?

NATHAN:

36 yrs, 6'2"

Naturally has brown eyes, wears colored contacts for fun

Maybe a lip piercing?

Industrial +stretched ears

Pierced nips

Misc scars from fights +growing up

[asphodeline-lutea]

Toothless's little face fell incredulously. "What do you mean, you don't know who I am?

“I’m T-t-toothless."

[myokk]

For writers:

What’s your favorite piece of writing you’ve done, and why??

Idk I just woke up thinking about this & now I’m curious!!! & may or may not be compiling a tbr based on your responses since I really haven’t had the time to read any hl fics yet🫶🫶🫶

[emry-stars-art]

You may ask “Emry how do you imagine it goes down if Neil and Andrew are comfy enough to use the pool they miraculously have to themselves”

Shameless flirting and simply enjoying each others company ✨

[cosmic-seer]

Progress shots of a silly thing I’m doing ft. Koraidon

[shellclan]

| Next |

[degreesofdegeneracy]

baby boy’s growing up and he’s leaving the house and he smells like other people when he comes home all giggly and wobbly. you have to basically catch him in your arms when he stumbles through the door. he squeals, just a little, but his arms fling out to grab your shirt because he knows he’s safe when Daddy’s home.

“hi, daddy” he says, shy and breathless as you push your face in his throat, under the crook of his jaw. scenting him, savouring him—saying welcome home.

“hi,” you rasp back, teeth grazing but not sinking into the now-fluttering artery beneath your mouth. “did you have a good time?”

“I d-did.” he presses into the warmth of your lips, your breath rising hair on his spine. you inhale here, DEEP, his skin beneath the skin of other people touching him. your tongue follows his pulse and his whimper rings broken into the house, knees immediately opening for you to step between them.

“yeah?” you loom and pin his body to the wall with yours, your presence a shadow—; wrist caught shoulders angled hips locked together, beneath, big bulge against his little belly that flutters with how thoroughly you’ve trapped him there. “that why you smell like other boys?”

he whimpers. turns his head away to avoid your eyes but really he’s just showing you his throat, his tender parts that you latch onto until they suckle bright-bloom red and you can taste the moan that vibrates the tendons beneath. “no…”

too busy grinding his little wet cunt against you to put any force behind it. desperate the second you touched him because he’s made for you, always, but you never miss the opportunity to remind him that he’s built to feel good for you — that he’s your bitch no matter who paws at him.

other boys can never replace the man that made him.

you shove your hand into his pants. ignore his yelp, his wordless complaint, sinking two fingers into him without warning and suddenly you’re supporting his entire weight by his pussy as he just melts into your palm. he’s soaked, hot and wet and needy inside, already stretched open as his slick and something thicker dribble down the fingers stuffed into his little cunt.

“no?” you curl, he shivers, and when you pull your hand away to leave him empty it’s sticky-thick and white. “then what’s this? huh?”

he flushes with shame and your teeth itch with how badly you need his flesh between them. caught in the lie and he can’t do anything except try and rut himself against any piece of you he can reach because he knows what’s about to happen — knew what would happen the second he bent over and let someone else use the hole that you made, the one that belongs to you — and can’t control how badly it makes him ache.

your other hand winds in his hair, turns his head forcefully so your eyes meet. he goes boneless, lax-limp, and when you press your dripping fingers to his lips he opens eagerly to accept them, trained so well he doesn’t gag even a little when you push them all the way to the back.

“good boy,” you praise, but it’s low and dark like a threat, and his groan comes out gargled around you. “guess this hole remembers its owner. what about the others?”

is it really punishment when he’s so eager to take it?

(call it thorough re-education.)

[lustrous-dreams-art]

Christmas Celestefonse designs

[b33buzz]

Little sketch of Foolish and Leo’s reunion 🫶🏻

[seriousturd]

Some very goofy BMB doodles

References under the cut:

[clovelyster0]

snarky male estp who has a fiery temper with everyone except for their much more gentle male “friend” that they cherish and will protect at all costs.

[whatsfourteenupto]

Okay okay okay this is 100% my fav episode of the season so far that was so much fun oh my god I’m bouncing off the walls rn what a BOP

[hey-bigday]

is it worth the pretending?

[clowningcrows]

lol i pregamed a tiny bit for agatha but now after finishing im just taking shots for coping reasons

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

(crcritical content in the tags feel free to skip)