#forgot to answer this yesterday :')

[butchsophiewalten]

Jul 8th Twitter Q&A Answers Masterpost

[ef-1]

#i have a long standing fixation with how sometimes- daniels lash line gets red and irritated. #when hes tired and his eyebags look bruised and there is that redness that deepens nearer the eye- it looks like a melancholic sunset

BOO! share with the class 👀

[heartfullofleeches]

Look at the little streamer, so silly, very silly, definitely did not accidentally refer to them by the wrong pronouns, no sir not me, anyway, what they doing? Are they streaming? Editing? Watching YouTube? No, ofc not, they’re watching their sleepy little darling, what else would they be doing?

(lowers knife)

Oh my God, Mills! If Miller ever goes one afternoon without their Darling-Cam you can consider them dead. Their goofy ass would sit in a chair like that. The only time they sit normally is if sleepy darling is in their lap. Hhhh, they look amazing I love your style sm. Thank you for drawing the spouse of all time 🎮♥️

[vurelly]

P a k i g e

All together on my purse :3

THE FUCKING DEATH GRIP ON YOUR PACKAGE AIFKSKSKGNWKSKFNEISJR

[lvnesart]

ONG UR HERE TOO HELLO (i say as im on my personal blog hi it’s asuraid)

:O!!! Hiiii

[sentientstump]

they bullied the second irl picture outta him... xD

also FROGGER RETURNS YES!!!1!🎉🎉🎉

[blanketforcas]

https://www.tumblr.com/blanketforcas/739350698687365120

sorry, never getting over the gentle back of the hand to the tum in the first gif; oh the casual intimacy of it all!

!!!

[seirindono]

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

omfg the mer au??! if I may request some more of it 🙇‍♀️🫶 so excited!

WIP Wednesday (5/1) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 2)

“We just had to nab the little bastard on the hottest day of the year.” Romero mutters, sounding as miserable as Nathaniel feels. Nathaniel thinks it serves him right, but doesn’t make it known. Instead he just slowly bounces his leg and tries not to let himself panic. Panic is useless. Especially when he’s already caught in a snare with nowhere to run.

-

For a while, the three of them sit in complete silence in the suffocating heat. Nathaniel has sweat dripping from every pore and he’d kill for a bottle of water. Of course, he’d never ask for it. His luck they’d produce a bottle of cyanide from under the seat and dare him to refuse it.

No, he tells himself. If they were going to kill him they’d have already done it. They’re taking him home like Lola said. And that means Nathan himself is waiting for him. God, the thought makes Nathaniel’s stomach roil. Or, maybe it’s heat sickness. He doubts it.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve got to roll the windows down at least. Get a little air moving in this bitch.” Romero says. It sounds like he’s making a statement, but really he’s asking permission from Satan’s favorite child. Because Lola is in charge here and all three of them know it.

“Just yours.” Lola says, waving her right hand, the one that's not on Nathaniel's wrist. “We’re fine back here, aren’t we Junior?”

Nathaniel nods obediently and Lola grins. Romero rolls down both the front windows, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. The car’s barely moved in the last five minutes and there’s not even the slightest hint of a breeze, so they’re just cooking this deathtrap of a sedan. And they will be for a long while, judging by the scene laid before him. Traffic around here is a nightmare on a good day, which today decidedly is not, and it’s bumper to bumper for what seems to be miles. They might as well be in a parking lot.

What an idiot Romero must be. Why he’d have chosen this road, which leads right into Los Angeles, is beyond Nathaniel. It makes no sense. It— Nathaniel glances at the dashboard where a GPS is shoddily mounted to the A/C vents. They're headed for the airport, which he figured, but... Oh.

Romero took a wrong turn, he bets. He was probably supposed to take Santa Monica Boulevard, not the freeway. Well, at least he hasn’t gotten any smarter since Nathaniel’s been away. That’s sort of reassuring.

“What are you smiling for, Nathaniel?”

Nathaniel wipes the grin off his face and clears his throat. “I’m just happy to see you, Lola. It’s been so long.”

“It has.” She says, leering at him like he’s a piece of meat. Her free hand grips the side of his face and turns him to look at her. “You’re all grown up now. You look just like your father, you know.”

“He really does," Romero says, looking into the rear view mirror. "It’s sorta eerie.”

“It’s not eerie, it's genetics,” Lola says, rolling her eyes. Then she finally releases Nathaniel’s face, he turns away from her to look out the window even though there’s nothing to see. Wait. Nathaniel’s eyes slide down to double check what he just saw.

The door isn’t locked. 

Maybe there’s a way out of this net after all.

[cowardlycowboys]

sunshine

[locksox]

Loooock

helloooooo :]

a very sleepy and bored discord lurker here, just about to go to bed but we kinda wanted to draw your silly sona

d'you have any reference photos by chance?

have a good day, we are off to bed now o/

~🍲

oh that is very nice of you! thank you :) i hope you had a good sleep!

i dont have any actual ref images or anything like that, but these three are my more recent/accurate doodles!

there are definitely more misc doodles if you go to the #sox tag on either of my blogs but also here is one i never posted plus the big ol sheet that i draw sox and all the discord emotes on lol

i think the only important detail is that the horns point backwards and also slightly inwards

[fakeoutbf]

five stages of grief but it’s five stages of social anxiety

[bunnihearted]

🫖🐭☁️🍚

[skittlesking]

Draw her pls

: D

[rodolfoparras]

giving sloppy head that has ghost curling his toes and thighs shaking and teeth clattering is more satisfying than topping him, imo. imagine big boy getting his dick played like a guitar

Idk what you’d call this kink but something about being unable to fully see his reaction while hearing how you wreck him really gets me going

just imagine a bashful ghost who loves to keep his mask on while you suck him off

My fuckin god imagine him going from grunts and groans to full out sobbing behind the mask

The pretty eyes of his going wide as you experimentally lick on his tip or shaft

To going half lidded as you slowly sink down on his cock

Imagine his eyes squeezing shut brows pinched together, as you fully take him down your throat, the tip of your nose basically buried in his pubic hair

Imagine tears clinging onto those pretty lashes, eyes rimmed red and eye make up smeared all over the upper half of his face as he begs of you no more no more because it’s too much for him

Imagine him pathetically suckling on the mask when being so fucked out, biting down on it to quiet down, the heavy breathes sounding through the fabric while you’re sucking him off

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

sitting in the parking lot thinking i might vom