#im bursting into flames

[critterbitter]

The kids visit the Virbank Complex during the biyearly magnemite migration!

Much like thirteen year olds left to their own devices, the nimbasa trio can and will get into shit like raccoons into trash.

Masterpost

[spooksier]

four losers in a basement reading spooky stories

☆ prints | comics ☆

[iilmunchkiin]

Hey chat it's early in the morning rn and I lkmfdfdsfd,fsddsfdsdfs m,b fngfdffdgdfdhjghkhkutjg,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

filler art for another project

[oppositemangos]

Eating oppo art whole OMNOMNOM

Anyway consider: Zane cooling off Kai when he overhears from using his powers too much? 👀

Additionally , perhaps for fluff, baking shenanigans :D

Kai constantly needs to cool off, luckily Zane is the definition of cool :3

I HOPE THESE FIT THE REQUEST

I didn't really know how to draw him cooling Kai off but we ball (•̀ᴗ•́) و ̑̑

[mr-malumm]

My man 🥰🥰

[bogdreamz]

old tervo sketches i never posted sorry i was like feverishly pacing around all day

[moonilit]

these two are not having any “Leisure” time they are liars

[roguekaiju]

Vincent Benítez study attempt that got out of hand, take it away from me so I stop messing with it

[simpjaes]

college fr beating my ass, i get why ppl drop out super close to graduation KJFHDSKJ

[broken-egg-yolk-blog]

harley didn’t see his big brother for months after he went off on his big quest on the argo ii. the next time he sees leo, it’s over within minutes.

[sumeriandeathsquad]

i know the build up to okada vs buddy at grand slam hasn’t been very long, or particularly detailed, but i don’t think it needs to be, especially if you’ve seen their match in njpw (bitv 2021). that match is excellent - buddy called out the biggest dog in japan and wanted to go toe to toe with him. it’s even, athletic, a great outing for a guy who hadn’t been long out of his wwe contract. buddy’s arrogance gets the best of him (as it often does), and when okada hits his finish it’s over. and then okada encourages the crowd to chant for buddy. and shakes his hand, and hugs him.

smash cut to 2025. if you haven’t seen their match, you already know okada is actually a little rattled and nervous at the idea of fighting buddy. when you have seen their match, you realise this is already someone okada respects.

someone okada knows is a legitimate threat.

buddy’s either about to become a champ or get the biggest underdog boost possible.

[600-diseases-in-a-box]

I think i'mg fucking triggered by any mention of trife bruh I'm NOT going to make it in this prison of a fandom bruh😭😭😭😭😭😭

anyways here my Trophy and Tissues ponies in Pony Town

[delopsia]

love all the older rhett this older bob that but do you know what i really really reallyyyy want? older rhett and older bob at the same time

Every gear in my head just came to a screeching halt, Jesus christ.

Oh, to be the controversially younger s/o of Admiral Robert Floyd and Pro Bullrider Rhett Abbott 😔✌ could you IMAGINE?

The whispers that follow as you mosey into the Hard Deck in some cute little outfit that breaks every Navy regulation imaginable, intentionally too short to get under Bobby's skin. Nobody's got the slightest clue who you are, where you came from, or who your heart might belong to, but oh, they're trying to get your attention. For a moment, the bar is loud.

But then you're walking right up to Admiral Floyd and planting yourself in his big, warm lap, and the room deflates. Scandalized whispers and wide eyes eating up the way your fingers comb through the whisps of gray in his hair. Bob knows what they're all thinking, and yet all he cares about is showing you off. This pretty thing snuggled up in his lap, playing with his hair while his big hand rubs up and down your thigh.

Oh, but that's not the end of it because there's an arena a few miles away hosting the PBR that night, and everyone is going. It's the one new, fun event of the year, and it's got the attention of the whole town. Eyes are already on you after your stunt at the bar. Even as you settle down in the bleachers, you can feel those nameless pilots paying attention to your every move.

Then Rhett fucking Abbott, rough and tumble cowboy who's been making headlines for his looks all season, comes bursting out of the chute. Rides some beast of a bull to his eight seconds, disappears for a few rides, then reappears up in the stands. Him and his salt and pepper scruff, kissing up on you and Bobby, big hands squeezing your hip and Bob's lithe waist.

Ugh, it's all over a local news outlet the next morning, and both men are so damn well established that nobody can do a damn thing about it. It would take three to pick up Bob's workload, and not one of those bull riders has been able to match Rhett's latest records. And they know it.

But they're so good with you. Protective but not overly so, the power lies in your hands, and they're more than content to fall into the places you need them to. Whether that be shouldering forward to have a word with someone who's been bugging you at the bar or sitting back and watching over you as you handle it yourself.

Sometimes, they struggle to keep up with your terms and references, but they do try their best to make up for the age gap. It makes for an interesting dynamic; their biggest worry is accidentally alienating you, which ends in countless movie nights so that you can understand each other's jokes. Introducing Rhett to modern applications and begging Bob to quit with the highly technical terms. Neither you nor Rhett understand what he's saying, and if he explains, it only gets worse.

Bob spoils you rotten; he's got more money than he knows what to do with, and you get whatever your pretty little heart wants. You haven't paid for a damn thing in years; you've tried, but even if you slip past the detection of one, you're caught in the crosshairs of the other.

On his long days, he'll send you and Rhett off shopping with his card, and you two always get up to something. It's been three months since Rhett sent that video of your pretty hips rolling against Rhett's new boots, biting at his thigh, whispering something that sounded like a plea for Bob to come home early.

Sometimes, he winds up with lewd photos of you riding Rhett in your new lingerie. Then there was that one time you two got an old Polaroid camera, stuffed the photos into a cute box, and sent it to his work to be delivered to him at his desk. That one ended in you and Rhett both limping, but it was so, so worth it. You're already working on your second batch of photos.

Rhett isn't as financially well-off, can't buy you all the bells and whistles, but he kisses you half to death and whispers the prettiest praises in your ears. He's snuggling you when you're both missing Bobby, and he's leaving you sweet messages while he's on a rodeo circuit, mailing small things that remind him of you and Bob. A hand-carved figurine of three running horses, hand-knit blankets from small-town shops.

Drives you two damn near mad with all those photos of his hard cock straining against his jeans, grunts your names over and over and over as he gets himself off to the sight of you and Bobby on his screen.

He loves making you two ride him. Whispering about how, "Want this ol' cowboy to teach ya how to ride, hm?" and making you work for it until your thighs are shivering. Draws you down to fall into his chest as he fucks up into you, too damn strong for his own good.

If you happen to be gone, then your phone never shuts up. They're a mess. One minute, you're rolling your eyes at a POV video of Rhett chasing Bob around the backyard for stealing his popsicle. The next, you're praying nobody overhears hears the secondary video of Rhett railing Bobby into the mattress, muttering about how "this coulda been you, but you're so far away, babydoll."

Its when you're together all at once, that you fully wear each other out. You would think they'd tire easily, but they could go for hours if they want to.

Sometimes they'll take turns with you, pumping you full of their cum and stepping back to let the other play with you for a while. At some point you have to tap out, batting their fingers away when they try to push it back into your spent pussy. It always ends in a need to change the sheets, because they make such a damn mess.

They're equally willing to let you take full control. Sitting on their knees at the foot of the bed, letting you haul them around by their hair and content to follow your every order. The sight of such powerful men at their most vulnerable is something else entirely.

But the best times are when you wake up snuggled between their big, warm bodies. Two pairs of blue eyes smiling fondly at the sight of you yawning, nuzzling into Rhett's broad chest, pulling Bob's arm tighter around you, asking for a few more minutes.

They both love you to death and will show you off as much as you'll allow of them. If you want to perch yourself on their arms for a big-title navy event or a PBR after-party, then that's what you'll get to do. But if you'd prefer to stay home, then they'll move heaven and earth to make sure they can share that with you, too. Regardless of the differences and the gaps between your ages, you'll be wrapped up in these two old men for a long, long time.

[mrsmiroir]

kind of tiring to see some people treat the silmarillion as the sons of feanor and friends. like i hate to say it but i don’t particularly care for those elves…

[just-a-we1rd0]

ignore the blood warning

My computer uhhh kinda actually broke while making this so sorry about that, and about the lack of audio </3

Dont animate on shitty tech

anywho, lyrics

(INTRO)

Why does it hurt to love you?

I don't know

Why does it hurt to love you?

I-I don't know

Why does it hurt to love you?

I don't know

Why does it hurt to love you?

I-I don't know