#but more slutty

[beemochi-art]

Autobot Weapons specialist and Sniper, Scavenger.

Scavenger is an ex-con who is now working with the autobots on Optimus team. He is a moody old guy and brutally honest which means he’s sometimes an asshole. As a former decepticon he’s bound to be a little gruff and have questionable morals. This was to be expected but still he’ll get looks if he says something questionable. The teeth and claws are a bit off putting to most autobots. Although Scavenger is surprisingly… ditsy? Scatter brained?? Airhead??? When you get to know him. Scavenger often forgets things that happen or even people that dislike him. He doesn’t hold grudges and usually finds ways to understand why people do the things they do. He’s kinda shy and if he says something stupid or gets a look from everyone he’ll actually hide and shut up for the rest of the day, or until he forgets.

But to Wheeljack that didn’t matter. He’s all over this Mech. Scavenger was at first very pissed with his sudden attachment, trying his best to snarl, yell and sometimes even physically threaten Wheeljack to leave him alone. (Wheeljack has a very nasty scratch on his optic because of him.) But Jacky fought back. To this day Scavenger doesn’t know why Wheeljack likes him and he also doesn’t remember when he stopped fighting him. Now Scavenger just deals with it and let’s his space get invaded by him. He kinda likes it, but tell Jacky that. They are like a weird couple.

But just cause Wheeljack is stubborn, or crazy. Not everyone else is so kind. Most of the other auto boys on the team were distant at best. Scavenger keeps to himself for the most part but his mouth will get him in trouble. Ironhide and him fight like cats and dogs. Ironhide just calls him con not respecting him enough to call him by his name. Ironhide as to bring everything in his soul not to lay hands on him. But it did end up happening once and it was very ugly. Causing Optimus to get in between it. Scavenger did NOT win. Scavenger knows ironhide doesn’t like him but he has no ill will towards him.

[aesthetic-uni]

It’s that time of the year again

[nikkinelson1313]

so cozy 🖤

[shebsart]

^redraw of a behind the scenes pic from a bout de souffle

This doesn't happen on page because it's a childrens book but I know in my heart it happened.

and probably some former english major student somewhere recalling howell jenkins, circa 1980:

[nekrosmos]

I know 0 things about Rugby but I had to put Price in situations after reading this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide , the man was made for tiny shorts, come on

[lotus-pear]

free will is drawing ur two favorite characters together and making them gay

[tea-cat-arts]

More doodles (ft Xianle Trio mostly Feng Xin)

[kensatou]

he's like if a baby cow wandered into a zoom interview

[tinyfantasminha]

living burger meat

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

[tigrrliily]

I present: Even rosier and Pandora Rosier 🌹🐼

I decided that I wanted to draw more of the characters within the marauders era. I had to draw the Rosiers as fast as possible after being forced to work on uni assignments for so long🥲but anyway, I hope you like them as much as I do 😊

[blackseafoam]

✨ARC TROOPER ECHO✨

[horreurscopes]

he's not even a death note character to me anymore he's my best friend

[fleshmaid]

v2... my beautiful princess with a disorder..

fulfilled anons wish for v2 in a slutty dress from this

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

"I-I-I don’t think this is the best way to bring down a fever, Ragatha!"

"Nonsense, Pom-Pom. Who’s the nurse here? Now be a good girl for me and take three of these a day~ "

Ragatha getting lost in her fantasies

Too bad her timing is trash

Inspired by @moonie-cake’s beloved Nurse Ragatha

This scenario popped into my head while I was trying to draw her and I couldn’t stop laughing

The only time you’ll catch me drawing DomRagatha is when she’s delusional about it

You’ll have to pry loser Ragatha from my cold dead hands

[scarlettcryptid]

OH MY GOD?