#feral eating

[holyfunnyhistoryherring]

[Image is a drawing of a simplified human figure with red eyes and sharp teeth. On the left, it's standing on four limbs and has a whole pizza held between its teeth and hanging from its mount. On the right it's much the same but it's shaking its head so hand it looks like a blur and there's a key smash overhead. End description.]

ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[coffienq]

How i've been lately (with my chew toy)

[empresskylo]

ok but imagine packing ghost a lunch.. and you package it in a cute little pink box because ghost was indifferent when you were buying new tupperware, so ofc you went with the cute ones. and he doesn’t even bat an eye as he opens his meal up, the men not daring to comment. and he eats it happily, smiling at the little note you wrote to him, and the sugar cookies you baked, leaving him extra to give to some of the guys. 😪🥹

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic april 25, headlights, 217 words, nsfw

“Ow,” James whines.

“Stop being a baby,” Regulus teases, continuing to try to untangle James’ glasses from his hair, which has worked itself into a knot around one of the nose pads.

James sighs, stepping closer into the gap between Regulus’ legs where he’s sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, hands settling on Regulus’ hips. He presses a kiss to James’ forehead before continuing, humming under his breath.

“What are you doing?”

Regulus looks up over James’ shoulder to find Sirius leant against the bathroom door, smirk on his lips.

“James’ glasses are tangled in his hair.”

“How the hell did you manage that, mate?” Sirius says with a laugh, and James’ head immediately snaps up and meets Regulus’ eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

He can feel the heat in cheeks but struggles to hold back his smile as he thinks back to the sight of James between his thighs, glasses pushed up onto his head as he licked through his folds. So maybe Regulus had something to do with this predicament they’re in now, with the way his hands grasped desperately at James’ hair as he fell over the edge.

His face must give something away because Regulus is brought back to reality by Sirius groaning, “Oh god, please forget I asked.”

[chiyana]

this is the stupidest crossover possible but I want Tim to make House his doctor

yes that House

why? He needs someone who is very good, will not give up or send Tim out to a different specialist just because his medical condition is difficult, will not be overly concerned about the danger Tim puts himself in, and will lie on Tim's medical records AND to Batman/Bruce Wayne/all of the Bats without hesitation or fear.

House is and will do all of those things without hesitation. He has no shame, no boundaries, he WILL get into a public fight with Bruce Wayne if it means keeping that man out of his patient's (and House's) business. He will help Tim lie to and gaslight the rest of his family without hesitation.

in exchange, Tim is his favorite patient. Not because they get along, necessarily, Tim is a know-it-all little shit and they constantly bicker and House hates how practically every facet of Tim's existence is a lie (and Tim thinks House is a smug know-it-all jackass who is needlessly cruel and callous bc he thinks the world owes him and never delivers just bc he's in pain, news flash a lot of people are in pain and manage not to be assholes) BUT, 1, Tim brings him really interesting cases and problems, and 2, Tim NEVER lies to House about his medical conditions or what he was doing when they happened.

He lies about literally almost everything else under the sun TO everyone else, but he is 100% completely upfront and honest about his medical history and what is going on with him with House.

admittedly it takes a while for House to realize Tim ISN'T lying to him because some of the shit he says is completely insane ("the vigilante thing is pretty obvious but what do you MEAN you got the Apocalypse virus TWICE, AND SURVIVED, AS A FOURTEEN-FIFTEEN YEAR OLD")

but once he realizes Tim doesn't ever lie to him, he becomes House's favorite patient because at least TIM gives him all of the data he needs as best he's able the moment he asks. At least House doesn't have to waste his time following up on bogus information or figuring out the truth, he can just get right into the meat of the medical issue at hand.

also it's so fun to lie directly to Batman's face, know the man knows, and know he can't do anything about it

[bruciemilf]

AUs where Harley and Bruce are siblings and Harley looks like Thomas while Bruce looks like Martha,,,,,

[togament]

togame hates his dimples.

he hates how they bring attention to his face, to him, whenever he laughs or smiles. he’s pretty shy so having people point at him and bring attention to whatever he’s doing makes him want to dart. if he doesn’t want to be perceived, he doesn’t want to be perceived, damn it. best he could do is a lazy smile that barely reaches his eyes. more than that, well… you gotta throw hands with him first.

you however, absolutely LOVE them. sometimes, you glance at him whenever choji does something silly and a hint of his dimples show through. he always manages to catch you staring though, a half assed smirk ghosts his features just to hide it all behind a hand. he’s thankful he could hide behind his sunglasses — he’s blushing again.

you’ll get him next time.

oh but the first time he’s ever let his guard down and actually smiled was when he first kissed you. he’s waited for you for so long — now that he has you, he’s letting his guard down. first thing you saw when you pulled away was him smiling brightly, eyes soft and blissed out. god if you could see the look on your face. togame was absolutely breathless.

leaning closer, you pressed two kisses on each of his blushing cheeks.

but instead of covering them up like he usually does, he only smiled brighter.

of course he pulled you in for more kisses. smiling into it this time. he knows you are too.

he knew he’s yours for eternity right then and there.

togame hates his dimples.

but you’re starting to make him learn to hate them a little less.

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a/n: hhhgrgrkk dimpled togame agenda is a go. also ofc this isn’t proof read. hhhehe mwah ty for reading bb

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[evelyn-and-art]

TORSO STUDIES: Umemiya, Shitara, Takiishi and Togame

Art Studies with Eve #1

So lovely to work with them 🤭

+ Extras

[marragurl]

Can’t believe Dandadan made me believe in straight people again

[beerose12]

Can you draw Chat Noir, please?

have a gremlin back alley chat noir

[the-merry-otter]

Hozier really just went “so what if I took a few pieces of pure, unfiltered human emotion and then blasted it at everyone in song format” AND IM NOT COMPLAINING

[wasyago]

im just gonna uhmmmm leave this here

[raileurta]

Miko & Megatron friendship headcanons

Megatron got Miko's phone number so he could threaten her but now they just chat about stuff.

Commit ✨arson✨ as a past time together.

They play uno together and it gets so heated. Like really heated lmao.

Did the supervillain turn around in the chair thing with Miko standing in as the cat.

Their dynamic is essentially the uncle with lore™️ who adopted the feral neroudivergent child.

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Megatron: I know 200 ways to kill a human.

Miko: You could glue an open jar of rats to his face then blowtorch the other side so the rats have to eat their way out through his face. :D

Megatron: 201.

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They try to keep their relationship on the down low. Megatron does it because he does not want his crew think he's weak. Miko only hides it because she doesn't want the others thinking she is a spy or betraying them.

(Totally not also cause she's sick and tired of being the "annoying one" and she finally has something no one else on the team has)

Once during a battle Miko called Megatron dad and he rubs this fact constantly in Optimus's face.

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Miko: Bloop bloop bloop.

Jack: Miko!

Miko: What?!

Jack: That is that's a dangerous decepticon!

Miko: He's not dangerous. (Mostly)

Jack: What are you??

Miko: We're blooping!

Miko: Bloop bloop bloop bloop.

Megatron: >:3

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Miko has a decepticon persona called (can't think of a name) and all they do is kidnap herself and prank the autobots. Only Megatron knows they're Miko.

Watches together that one dude on Tiktok who makes messy drama with Barbie dolls.

Megatron is low-key scared of Miko sometimes but he sooner turn into an autobot before admitting it.

When he found out how short the lifespan of a human is Megatron for no reason in peculiar started looking into if organic life forms could be made into transformers.

Miko somehow got him a pink shirt that has "girl dad" printed on it in his size. No one knows how she did that and at this point they just don't question stuff like this anymore.

[prettyboyweather]

HE LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND <3