#didnt turn out as good as i wanted it to

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[h0nkshroom]

IM THE ARTIST AND I GET TO DECIDE IF MY LAMB IS TRANS OR NOT ❗❗❗

Bonus

[bunnieswithknives]

(nature au) you said that while dale dislikes dev using a cane in the house he doesn’t really care too much, but what if dev used a cane in public? i can’t imagine dale would be okay with that at all. he’d be pissed, like confiscate the cane kind of pissed

Originally the gag here was just going to be Dev clinging onto his dads arm for dear life while he shivers like a chihuahua but he is just. So small.. I couldnt get it to look reasonable

Bonus:

[umblrspectrum]

hi im back

[whydotheycallmechimney]

On candy stripe legs the spiderman comes Softly through the shadow of the evening sun Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead Looking for the victim shivering in bed

tw: implied csa

[toytulini]

listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.

yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?

maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".

get a better joke

[arinmoss]

Chappell Roan print available on my inprnt! Link

[xx-just-a-demon-xx]

some mcr patches i impulsively made using cut up bits of painting canvas + pens and alcohol markers

[sallytwo]

be nice to me!

[lord-squiggletits]

Y'know I kind of feel like when Megatron killed Tarn and said 'I want you to spend your final moments thinking of this: that everything you've done has been for nothing' he was kind of self-projecting onto Tarn? Mainly because at Megatron's statue, M and T had a conversation where Tarn explicitly asked if all the Decepticons in service to Megatron died for nothing, if HE did everything he did for nothing. (And I think M even gave an answer along the lines of 'idk I think we basically did'). And then after Megatron killed the DJD and Rodimus teleported in to rescue him, there was that silent moment where Megatron just stared at Rodimus not moving at all before he finally took his hand at the last moment.

It honestly feels to me like for a while, Megatron fully intended to murder-suicide himself. Murder the DJD, his monsters and his creation, and then take himself out alongside them, because he is also a monster. Because he also feels that everything he's ever done has been for nothing.

Goddamn it's no wonder I liked that scene so much LMAO, as someone who thinks villain Megatron > Autobot Megatron, literally one of his key traits is that Megatron basically took his pain/trauma/worldview and used it to lash out at the universe and try to subjugate it to his vision. So the fact that he took his own pain and brutally murdered the DJD while telling them the very same thing that puts him through so much agony is so very deliciously ironic. And a return, however brief, to the Megatron characterization that I know and love.

[felassan]

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[artie-doko]

'Dance, for that is what you are told. Puppeteer's orders.'

[propertyofkylar]

prompt event: date night (m!whitney x f!pc)

word count: 1815

tags: 12. romantic, 15. date night, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, canon-compliant name-calling

You were walking out of the school grounds when you were interrupted by a cigarette butt smacking the back of your head. Whirling around in surprise, you came face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Oi,” Whitney said, with an unpleasant look on his face. You tensed up slightly as he walked closer to you. “Slut. You’re not doing anything tonight.”

It wasn’t really a question, but you nodded anyway. “Um, yeah. I’m free.”

That satisfied Whitney. “Good.”

“Can…I ask why?” You asked hesitantly, but Whitney replied with one of his signature smirks.

“Because I’m taking you out on a date. Be ready. And make sure you look nice, yeah?” He shoved past you, delivering a sharp smack to your ass as he did so. “Don’t be sloppy. I’m picking you up.”

Just like that, he was gone.

You stood uncomfortably in front of the orphanage, shifting in your high heels. It wasn’t like you were unaccustomed to dates. You went on plenty. But with Whitney? Never. The two of you made out in public, you fucked in school, every once in a while you visited Whitney’s place but that mostly was just to fuck in his bed. He had never taken you - or anyone, as far as you knew - on an actual date. It was honestly mildly terrifying.

Your thoughts were broken by the sound of footsteps and you looked up to see Whitney approaching. He looked pretty nice himself - he had on a pair of khakis and an unbuttoned shirt over a t-shirt. 

When he got close to you, he looked you up and down appraisingly. Then, he gave a short nod. “Nice,” Whitney said simply.

“Thanks. You look good, too,” you replied. You couldn’t hold back the burning question on your mind, though. “What are we doing?”

Whitney tossed an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to start walking. “I told you. I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Why?”

He shook his head, a look of mock offense on his face. “Because you’ve been a good slut, and I wanted to reward you. Isn’t that enough?”

You still felt a little uneasy, but he was being surprisingly genuine. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go along with it. 

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” Whitney elaborated. “My treat. Whatever my slut wants, she gets.”

That surprised you. “Really?”

“Well, just don’t be a dumbass about it, yeah?” He pinched your side. “If you go and order the most expensive thing on the menu, I’m walking out and leaving you to pay.”

The two of you continued walking until you reached the outside of a nice café. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town by far, but it was still nicer than you would have expected from Whitney. 

You went to reach for the door, but Whitney grabbed your wrist. “Hold on.”

He pulled you toward him, then set his hands on your waist and kissed you deeply. You instinctively leaned in, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back. 

After a few moments, Whitney pulled back, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. “Mm. Thanks for that, slut. Let’s go.”

Once the two of you were inside and seated, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Eventually he noticed, and looked back at you with an irritated look. “What?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Just nice. Didn’t expect this.”

He frowned, a hint of blush creeping across his face. “I can be nice too, y’know.”

That made you laugh. “I don’t know if I really believe that.”

Whitney was fully blushing now, and he looked away from you. “Whatever. See if I ever do anything nice for you again, slut.” But his tone was teasing and he accented the sentence by flicking his crumpled up straw wrapper at you. 

You hadn’t opened your straw yet, so you seized the opportunity to tear the top of the wrapper off and blow it at Whitney. It smacked him right in the forehead and he turned to you with genuine surprise. That quickly morphed into a smirk that sent a chill through your body. 

“Oh, you’re in for it now, slut,” he said, searching the space for anything else he could fling at you. But he was unsuccessful and took a moment to sulk, which made you laugh out loud. Whitney gave your shoulder a playful shove, then leaned to whisper in your ear. “Guess I’ll make you pay later.”

You suddenly became very interested in the menu. 

As you were finishing your last bite of dessert, Whitney was absentmindedly twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. You gave him a smile and he suddenly blushed again, looking away. 

“What?” You were genuinely curious. 

But he just sighed. 

“It’s nothing,” Whitney mumbled, laying his head on his arm. “Just shut the fuck up. Okay?”

And so you did, and soon enough, Whitney had finished paying and the two of you were leaving the restaurant. 

As soon as you walked out, he caught your wrist with his hand. You barely had opened your mouth to protest before he was on you, pressing you against an alley wall as his hands slid up your thighs. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mumbled against your skin while his lips assaulted your neck. “You were just begging for me to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

You felt your body growing hot under Whitney’s skilled touch. His hands groped your ass and you felt him smirk. 

“And no panties. I’ve trained you well,” Whitney said. But just as suddenly as he began, he stopped. He pulled you out of the alley and started walking again. 

You, again, tried to protest, but the brief endeavor had left you light-headed, so all that came out was a few odd sounds and squeaks. 

“What?” Whitney replied, as if you had actually spoken any sort of human language. “I promised my slut a date night. What kind of romantic boyfriend would I be if I fucked you in that alley like some common whore. I’m taking you home.” He flashed you a wink and you felt weak in the knees. 

The two of you walked the familiar route to Whitney’s place, neither speaking. The air was so thick with sexual tension you were afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. So you opted to stay silent and presumably, Whitney was feeling the same way. He didn’t say anything, but the feeling of his hand gripping yours said enough. 

You barely made it into Whitney’s room before he was slamming the door behind him, kicking off his shoes, and shoving you down on his bed. 

“You have been begging for this all night, slut,” he practically growled as he kissed you aggressively, grinding his crotch into yours. “Feel that? That’s all your fault.” 

“Whitney…” you whimpered as he tugged a fistful of your hair. He pushed you so you were laying flat and then crawled over you. His eyes were dark and he was panting. 

Leaning back on his heels, Whitney sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “You just look so…fuck!”

You tilted your head in confusion, but Whitney dove back in, pushing your skirt up to your hips and slipping a hand between your thighs. “Of course you’re already fucking dripping. Not that I would expect anything less.”

He crawled back and positioned his head between your legs. “You drive me fucking crazy. Just know that.”

Then he flicked his tongue against your clit and you moaned. 

Whitney began eating you out, truly, like a man starved. He rarely went down on you, which made this even more special. He expertly alternated between licking and light sucking, eagerly lapping you up. 

You tried to speak again, to tell him to slow down, but all you could manage was to weakly moan his name. This had the opposite effect of what you wanted, further encouraging him. His nails were digging into your thighs and when you looked down and made eye contact with him, things were too much. 

You cried out and your back arched off the bed as you came, Whitney still drinking up your juices. As you came down from the high he finally pulled back, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, the lower half of his face shiny and slick. 

“Tastes good,” he said with a smirk, tugging off his pants. His cock looked almost painfully hard and flushed, precum dripping from the tip. You reached out to touch it but Whitney quickly was positioned between your legs. He teased your clit with the head of his dick, eliciting a squeak from you. 

Then, he slid into you, letting out a sharp gasp in the process. He mumbled something that sounded like “I love you” but your head had gone fuzzy from the feeling of him stretching you out, so you weren’t entirely sure. 

“So fucking good,” Whitney groaned as he slowly started thrusting. “How’s a slut like you feel so fucking tight?”

Whitney yanked down the top of your dress and began to grope your tits and pinch your nipples. His hand on your body, the feeling of his cock inside you - it was all too good. 

“F-fuck,” you managed to squeak out. “Feels so good, Whit…”

His face was flushed as he pounded even harder into you, lifting up your leg to get even deeper. “Oh my god,” you gasped, wrapping your arms around his back and digging your nails into the bare skin under his shirt. 

“I-I,” you started but that was all you got out before your second orgasm hit you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you rode the wave of pleasure, your mouth falling open and only short, breathy sounds coming out. 

Whitney was fucking you hard, the bed frame squeaking with every thrust. He was panting when suddenly he pulled out of you and stroked his cock as he came. Ropes of cum shot out and sprayed across your tits and the front of your dress. 

“Fuck, slut,” his shoulders were heaving. “You fucking…” he left the rest of that thought unfinished. 

“Mm,” was the only response you could give as you were still recovering. The two of you sat in silence briefly before you sat up. “Hey. You got cum on my nice dress.” 

Whitney shrugged and flopped down next to you, propping himself up on one arm. “You shouldn’t have looked so hot in it. It’s your own fault.” 

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face. “Well. Thanks for the date night.”

He blushed again. “Don’t mention it. I mean it.” 

You nuzzled into him, resting your head on his chest. His heart was still beating fast. “You got it.”

[dejjablu]

had to draw him...the blorbo

[paintingskyblutf2]

happy halloween!

and happy scream fortress! make sure to complete your contracts before it ends!

[howlingaround]

Based on one of the Lich scene from Adventure Time but with Gazpacho