#he'd be so perfect at it

[playertwotails]

I've said it once and I'll say it a million more times but I would love to see Tails be more of a little shit to Sonic and a menace of a little sibling.

Let him know which buttons to push to annoy Sonic the most in any given situation and be relentless in pushing them.

Let them be in a dire and/or important situation but Sonic says or does something that perfectly lines up the pitch for Tails to maximize annoying Sonic.

Sonic having to do the thing where he can't go off and get revenge at the moment. So he's just glaring at Tails who just has them most satisfied look on his face cause he's getting away with it for now.

Let Tails just say the most unhinged thing to Sonic with a straight face or with a little smirk cause he knows it will tick Sonic off and it does. Meanwhile everyone else looks on with exasperated looks on their faces cause they're used to it or others with surprise pikachu cause they've never seen Tails act like that.

I just need more sibling on sibling violence with the two of them.

[megaawkwardhuman]

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

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he giggles

[voidstilesplease]

the way he translated half-royalty half-movie star, depressed gay, and hrh prince dickhead from pages to screen so effortlessly 🥲

[harmonysanreads]

alhaitham is the guy every aunty in the neighbourhood wants to set their daughter up with and you can't change my mind

stable job, good income, his own house, no siblings and parents so no in-laws, tall, handsome, good character, keeps to himself, can cook, attractive, tall, well read and well educated, et cetera et cetera

yes I wrote tall twice

This is canon. (His book told me)

I like to think that the aunties had this revelation after Alhaitham was appointed as the Acting Grand Sage, because before that, his existence seemed to be verified primarily through Kaveh and also for the ‘how did we never notice such son-in-law material right in front of us??’ factor.

If this was anyone else, their egos would be past Celestia (as becoming the most eligible bachelor in Sumeru in the span of a month is no small feat) but Alhaitham, the man that he is, responds to the attention with his signature nonchalance. It's hard to determine whether that is humbleness or another form of arrogance altogether.

[canisalbus]

So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.

I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)

Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.

Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.

The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.

Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.

Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.

Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.

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[pa-pa-plasma]

I know the concept of more supernatural/paranormal elements is cool but it will never stop being funny to me that in every series ever, when a ghost shows up the main characters have to do rituals & research the history of the haunted item or house or even whole town & use specific items like salt & incense & talisman to banish the ghost all dramatically & supernaturally, but in Danny Phantom this kid just shows up with nothing but his fists, a thermos, & pent up aggression. put em the fuck UP, you ectoplasmic son of a—

[teddybeartoji]

touching teeth with gojo. sounds weird i know but my beloved biters and chewers just stay with me here okay. you're both sitting on your bed in the dim-lit room, the only light being the computer screen on the floor. there's some music playing quietly in the background but it's all muffled in – your focus being on the man sitting before you.

his pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted, deep breaths slipping from between them. his chest is rising and falling fast, the excitement bubbling in it, ready to burst. you're facing him, sitting on the bed with your knees tucked underneath you. you're not doing any better than he is – you're heaving like he is, eyes so big and wide, fingers itching to feel him already.

you don't really remember how you ended up here but that doesn't matter. his lips strech into a hungry smile, the rows of perfect teeth flashing you teasingly. he knows you're ready to lunge because he's ready to lunge. you lean forward an inch and he does the same. everything is so slow, the clock in your room has stopped in its track, the music has gone quiet. your own lips mirror the smile the boy in front of you is sporting and you see something flicker in his eyes. curiosity? want? need? a mixture of all of them? they drop down to your mouth and he gulps. you look delicious. he looks delicious. it's a feast.

you part your lips and he automatically opens his wider too, completely mirroring you. you lean closer, he leans closer. the distance between you isn't there anymore, you can smell his cologne, fuck – you can almost taste him. your own eyes flick to his mouth and as if your hand has a mind of its own, it raises to touch his soft flesh.

satoru's breath hitches, feeling your fingers against him. you slowly drag them all over his mouth, pushing and pulling his lips until they're properly pink and a little bit swollen. he's really panting now, sounding a bit like a dog. a puppy, eager to play. a cub, eager to bite.

he can't tear his eyes from your lips either, he's intoxicated. he's addicted, and you only make it worse when you sink your teeth into them. he lets out a quiet little groan, from the depths of his throat, making your grin stretch even wider.

your hand cradles his face, tracing over his cheekbone before resting on his jaw. your thumb pokes at his bottom lip, the quiet open up, baby coming from you is making him feel dizzy but he obeys nonetheless. his mouth opens wider than before, displaying the sharp canines you've been thinking about for the longest time. oh, he's perfect.

you press your thumb inside his warm mouth, dragging it over his teeth, feeling the edges of them against your soft skin. satoru's eyes close as he fists the bedsheet underneath your bodies. he's so warm, and you feel yourself sigh when your thumb meets with his tongue. his lips lock you inside, his tongue swirling around your finger before he hollows his cheeks and sucks on it. you can't breathe anymore.

you've never been this enamoured with anyone before. he's sucking on you thumb, teeth gently grazing against it and you're in love with him. you tell him to open up again and he listens in a second, he's good like that. you tell him to look at you and he does – big beautiful doe eyes staring back at you, ready to do whatever you ask him to do. whatever you tell him to do. you award him with another smile and he just can't help but match your expression. there's spit all over his mouth and the desire to clean him up is eating you alive, but you have to wait. you need to take this slowly.

he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you love him. deciding to push him even further, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it closer to yourself. he doesn't say anything, only observing and learning. you raise his hand to your mouth and you part your lips, inviting him in.

his leans forward with his whole body, hypnotized by the sight before him. you hold his hand with both of yours, molding his fingers into a fist, only leaving his pointer finger out. you guide him in, watching his adam's apple bob at the warm feeling. you guide him over your own canines, just as you'd done with his, letting him explore the inside of your mouth. his own hangs open and he looks so cute like this.

you take your hands off of him and watch him fall into the deep pit of hunger all on his own. his heavy finger presses down on the row of sharp edges, secretly wishing it'd drew blood. he runs his finger over the sides of your teeth, smoothly gliding over them causing the skin of your cheek bulge out. he tries to swallow the thing stuck in his throat but he can't. he feels like he's suffocating; gasping for air, gasping for more of you.

while he's focused on the finger disappearing into you, you take the time to trace of his lips again, promptly pushing through them and connecting you both. teeth and skin. wet and warm. his eyes glance up only to find you already staring at him and he feels himself harden in his pants.

gently, you bite down on his finger, he does the same. he gnaws on you and you do the same. it's romantic. it's erotic. you need more.

so, suddenly you move from your sitting position, pushing the boy in front of you down onto the soft bed. situating yourself over his abdomen, you press another finger into his mouth, reveling in the way his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. his finger is still locked between your sharp teeth, leaving deep dents in it. god, he wishes you'd draw blood. his free hand goes to your hip, squeezing the flesh so hard it'll bruise. you need more.

the room feels too hot, your bodies feel too hot. satoru feels like he's about to melt into the bed, your heavy gaze burning him alive. fingers press flat on his tongue and his eyes widen once more, and when you press them deeper into his mouth, down his throat – his hips buck under you. his eyes close as he tries his best to keep from gagging. you bite down on him harder and his eyes do another round around his skull. fuck.

cracking open his eyes, he's greeted with a big toothy grin. it's reaching your ears, and with the way your eyes shine in the dark room, it's a bit scary. is this the beast one might meet in a forest somewhere? the one that will eat and devour him? the one that'll open him up and consume him?

his heart thrashes in his ribcage, calling for you, reaching out to you. he's not the predator he thought he was; he's the oblivious prey, who walked into your love all on his own and who is now stuck in it.

it's not like he wants to leave anyway.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[icewindandboringhorror]

HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY!!! To this elderly bapy boye!!! he...!!!

[lunarin64art]

Sorry, I had to...😔

Drew this based on one of Bryan's recent Instagram posts where he's wearing a shirt with Kieran Culkin(Wallace's actor) on it. (x)

Since he based Scott on himself, I immediately thought of Old Scott when i saw this lol

[ponury-grajek]

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[theaceace]

imagining a world in which Simon agreed to go with Edwin and try to escape hell, imagining Simon developing an immediate and very inadvisable crush on the cute guy that just threw a grenade at a demon and Edwin's reaction to that, imagining the reaction of Charles Overprotective Rowland when he finds out that the guy Edwin insists on dragging along with them is one of the guys that sacrificed him to a demon in the first place, imagining the Night Nurse's face when three dead boys pop back through the door instead of two

[just-null]

are you oka- oh.

[puppyeared]

vincent voice claim!! hes auggie and anton's son ^_^

VA: Catbug from Bravest Warriors, voiced by Sam Lavagnino

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Rafayel is 100% THAT BITCH and I'm so here for it.

My man shows up at Raymond's funeral with flowers for the Lemurian that douche had on display in his house, Talia rolls up singing a dirge for the lost Lemurian, and then when he gets accused of killing Raymond (whom I'm 99% positive he did now but no shade- Raf was well within his rights to do so that guy can get fuuuuucked) he's like "lmao nah. Byeeee" and leaves.

Rafa is my soul. He's the man I want to be when I grow up. To have even half the chutzpah he has would mean I'd have over 90% of the world's shares.

I just cannot appreciate this dude enough I'm so normal about him ahhhhh 😩