#kinda getting spicy with this one

[starry-bi-sky]

danny and officer martinez's relationship in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" in a nutshell:

Martinez: FREAK! GET YOUR FUCKING KID!

Battinson, on the other side of the crime scene: he don't bite

Martinez, with Nightingale firmly attached his arm, visibly biting him: YES HE DO!

*points at them* Danny is the Bugs Bunny to Martinez's Elmer Fudd.

Another Officer: i can't believe you're fighting with an actual twelve year old. Martinez: i swear to god that is not a twelve year old, that is a little hellion that crawled out of batman's shadow one dark and stormy night and decided to dedicate his existence to tormenting me. Officer: Are you really that mad about him putting a sticky note on your back-- Martinez: thats not the point

in danny's defense: the word "freak" is. a mini beserker button for him for.... obvious ghostly reasons, so like, even if its not directed at him, he still very much unappreciates Martinez's insults at Battinson. Danny may or may not be projecting.

he's not going to hurt the guy! not in any serious or permanently disfiguring way at least! But he is going to leave mean sticky notes on the square part of his spine that he can't reach, and stick salt in his 3AM Late Night Crime Scene Coffee, and kick the bottom of his heel while he's walking so he stumbles. And other petty, infuriating things that tally up and boil over, over time.

[winterspiderpurrs]

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Things are getting interesting @professional-benaddict

**TW: dubcon because of the influence of drugs**

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Peter hesitated for a moment before quickly opening the bedroom door back up, hoping to catch Stephen before he left the main room.

" ah... umm Dr. Strange? "

Stephen was currently putting something away in the dresser draws. He locks it, slipping the key in his pocket before turning to face Peter.

" Yes, Peter?"

Biting his bottom lip, Peter glances around to make sure no one else is around.

" I... well. I don't remember much from yesterday. But well... I woke up and... maybe I have a rash on my... um. Butt"

Stephen blinks several times, his eyes roaming over Peter's form.

" A rash?"

He frowns a little. " I don't recall dogs or certain detergents being on your medical records." What he slipped Peter wouldn't have had that reaction. He walks closer and moves to the nightstand next to the bed, opening that draw to pull out some latex gloves.

" Well.. no I'm not but maybe rash isn't correct.. more like bruises and.. well honestly looks like someone bit me."

Stephen snaps the end of the gloves around his wrist, before moving his hand in twirling motion.

" Turn around and let me see. Just pull your briefs down a little for me"

Blushing a little, god this was so humiliating. Here he was having to expose himself to THE Dr. Strange. Though a wary feeling starts in his stomach, even more so when he turns around and moves his briefs, he starts to pull them down but felt that would be more vulnerable. He just moves the loose section up that way his front stays covered. A lot of the bruises were on the swell of his rear end right before it meets his leg.

Stephen 'hmms' before crouching down behind Peter looking at the bruises.

" Yeah I don't... I'm not sure how this happened but I know its not dog related and I..." Peter blinks before turning his head to look down at Stephen. " How do you know what I have on my medical records?"

At that moment, Stephen reaches up to brush the pad of his thumb along the bite marks, lightly squeezing the flesh near where he stuck the needle, no puffiness, the spot almost perfectly blended in the freckles he finds.

" Being Tony Stark's nurse isn't a job just for anyone. Being a nurse that I had to select you needed to be vetted. Can't have someone around that couldn't do the job"

Reaching to push up the other side of his briefs, he sees more markings, his eyes narrow a little, he moves his grip to slight spread Peter's cheeks apart, of course with the briefs bunched up, blocking his hole from being exposed. But Stephen knew he would find more 'bruises' there.

" You will be fine... I have some ointment you can use"

Stephen stands, he moves his hand to where he can hook one of his fingers around the edges of the briefs. Starting at the top where Peter's fingers are bunching the material to hold them up, down to the section that has scrunched up between his cheeks, he tugs the fabric out to recover Peter. Lots of unnecessary touching, not professional, is the word that pops up in Peter's mind.

" I didn't know you had freckles there"

Peter's mind roars with a loud sound, the blurry memories from the night before. The dogs, Steve being worried, the pain on his rear, sharp, the hands touching him.

" Lemme see.."

" could eat you up"

" kisses make everything better"

" fuck I can't wait to taste you"

" Such a good boy for me"

" god your delicious "

" fuck, why I promise Stephen he could have you first"

" god sweetheart"

" Just the tip, that okay? I'll just rub over it baby...Just need a little taste.."

" ... just look at it, just wants me in there"

" fuck just look at you"

"Tony!"

" God damnit Bucky! We will continue this later..."

" Out Now!"

" Jesus... wasn't doing nothin'"

" Don't look like nothing. "

" Why does everyone keep talking to me like I'm not the boss?"

Peter starts trembling, spinning around quickly to stare at Stephen. " I... you needle.. I... Tony, he bit.." he felt dizzy, a little nauseous.

Stephen takes the gloves off, tossing them onto the bin.

" Yes, I would recognize Tony's aftershave anywhere." He sighs and shakes his head, " He never did have the most patience"

Once again all Peter can think of, oh god what did I get myself into.

my part 22🖤

part 21 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs 😌😌

Peter wakes up with a slight headache. The pain intensifies when he sits up, but then eases off a bit. He rubs at his eyes, then looks around blearily. He’s in his own bed, the two Dobermans with him sleeping.

The young man fumbles for his phone, checking the time. Late morning? 11:20 to be exact, but furthermore, Peter has alerts on his phone that he hasn’t checked. 18 hours old? Usually Peter is very good at checking his phone and removing notifications, so for him to have this many is odd. Then again, Peter doesn’t remember how he got to bed and what happened before that.

A hint of fear sparks to life in Peter’s stomach. He tries to trace his steps, but the last thing he can remember is his grilled cheeses. But, that was lunchtime yesterday.

Peter shakes his head and scoots from his bed to stand up. While doing so, he feels sore on his ass. He tries to look, but the angle won’t allow him. He checks in the mirror of his bathroom, finding bruises on both his ass cheeks. And… teeth marks? Did the dogs bite him?

“What the hell?” Peter whispers in disbelief.

Upon closer inspection, Peter sees that the teeth marks don’t look like ones from a dog. Rather, the marks are in a half moon shape, short and flat marks with two punctures at the edges of the curve. Human… teeth?

There’s a knock at Peter’s bedroom door, and the nurse scrambles to pull his boxer briefs up and find a t-shirt. He manages to get dressed just in time for whoever entered to find him in the bathroom.

“Good morning. Or, good day.” Stephen smiles with a chuckle as he pushes the door open.

“H-hi…” Peter stutters, not knowing what to say.

“Did you sleep well? How’s your back?”

Peter forgot about his pulled back muscle, but when he tests it out, it feels better. A few more days and he will be back to normal.

“It’s all right.”

“Good.” Stephen smiles more brightly. “I let Tony out with Steve and Bucky for a walk, so you can enjoy a slow breakfast if you’d like.”

“Thanks.” Peter says, on reflex still since he cannot think of what else to say.

The doctor gives him a smile and nod of the head, and then leaves the room. The nurse is left speechless. When he looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, he can see that the bruises on his neck are starting to fade a lot.

But, new bruises have appeared, and Peter cannot remember how.

[beatcroc]

hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.

ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.

also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use

also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.

[natasha-in-space]

Hello Mia! I would really like to read a headcanon with suit saeran where he gets very jealous to see how he would react, please!!

"...I don't like them all ogling you."

Saeran's voice was a strange combination of a growl and a grumble, not nearly as loud and boisterous as you would usually anticipate from him. If you had not been standing just inches away from him, you would have been unable to hear him at all. Not with all the muffled chatter and music flowing throughout the vast ballroom and sneaking its way into your every sense. When you looked over at him, his face was turned away from you, his bangs framing his delicate facial features in a way that highly limited your vision from your current spot. However, the way he crossed his arms tightly over his chest was a clear indicator of his sour mood.

Which was... rather ironic, considering your circumstances.

A ball was not what you would expect to see in this place. Nevertheless, that's the closest term you could come up with to describe the odd event you were obligated to attend. Soft classical music was filling the large space you were all cooped up in. Shiny marble floors so clean you could see your own reflection in them staring back at you with all the confusion and unease that's been plaguing you for the entire duration of this odd get-together. Fancy suits and dresses twirling around the spacious room in an elegant, practiced fashion that looked almost fake to the eye. As if those were just dolls gliding about, under the mere pretense of being fellow human beings. All of it was as beautiful as it was uncomfortable, in a very subtle, anxiety-inducing way. You couldn't quite understand the importance or meaning of it all, but you weren't in the position to ask any questions in the first place.

You definitely wouldn't expect to see a ball, of all things, unfolding in this place. Nevertheless, that's the closest term you could come up with to describe the peculiar event you were obligated to attend. Soft classical music was filling the large space you were all cooped up in. Shiny marble floors so clean, you could see your own reflection in them staring back at you with all the confusion and unease that's been plaguing you for the entire duration of this odd get-together. The fanciest of suits and dresses twirled around the spacious room with elegance and ease that looked almost fake to the eye. As if those were just winded up dolls gliding around, only pretending to be alive human beings. All of it was as beautiful as it was also uncomfortable, in a very subtle, anxiety-inducing way. You couldn't quite understand the importance or meaning of it all, but you weren't in the position to ask any questions in the first place.

Saeran suddenly entered your room a few hours earlier without any warning - not that he would ever give you any - threw some clothing on your face, and demanded that you get dressed right away. He only left you alone for your privacy once you directly expressed the need for it. And you were pretty sure you could see a hint of red flush across his face as he stomped back out into the corridor, grumbling under his breath something about you having some nerve to order him around like that.

This man was a mystery that you still had to solve, it's certain.

It wasn't a surprise that the outfit he gave you was black. Despite this, it was still a noticeable contrast to Ray's undeniable preference for soft, pastel tones that would always complement the pinks and whites scattered all throughout your room. Saeran's choice, on the other hand, was a bold one. Standing out so sharply among the softer shades of your environment, instantly bringing your attention to its deep black hue, pulling you in. Nevertheless, it possessed both a stylish and formal appearance to it. The fabric was both thick and smooth to the touch, and the color gave it a sense of poise and elegance when you slipped into it. It was rather pretty once you did put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. The outfit fit snuggly around your hips, hugging you in all the right places and exaggerating your figure in a way that left very little to imagination, but still maintained a subtle sense of humility to it nonetheless. Ray's tastes were quite different from this, with soft fabrics flowing freely all around you, almost drowning you in the light frills and lace. Saeran chose the opposite, whether it was intentional on his part or not.

Though, what was rather surprising to you is... the cut. Specifically, in the chest area. It wasn't anything straight out vulgar, but... well, denying that the neckline was of the lower variety would be rather stupid of you. Despite everything, you were very fond of how it looked on you. It fit you perfectly, and you certainly felt quite attractive as you looked over your own reflection thoughtfully. But it still made you think and ponder. The plunging neckline exposed a lot of skin, especially around your collarbones and teasing just the slightest of glances at your chest.

You contemplated whether it was intentional on Saeran's part or not. However, this would be a rather strange outfit for any normal believer. But you doubted you would get any earnest answers from him. And if he did choose this outfit specifically for you, he would never admit that, anyways. Over his own dead body, maybe. Still, the thought made you laugh to yourself.

Either way, Saeran's reaction once he did see you was... rather stilted, surprisingly. So far, he hasn't said anything to you much all throughout the night. It would have been less polarizing for you if he didn't talk your ears off whenever he entered your room to fill his boredom. Saeran was many things, but quiet wasn't one of them. Actually, he barely even looked at you. Besides the initial wide-eyed look he gave you when you first left your room, that is. For the past few hours you have been here, his face has been stubbornly turned away from you. Yet, he refused to let you wander off on your own either, always barking at you to stick close and grabbing at your arm to drag you after him whenever he needed to get somewhere.

It goes without saying that his gruff comment left you feeling rather bewildered. You looked around the ballroom again, trying to determine who specifically was 'ogling' you, as he seemed to say with such certainty. And aside from the occasional glances in your general direction, you didn't catch on to much. And, anyways, isn't it natural for people to look your way sometimes when you're at a party? Then again, Saeran seemed to lack any experience in parties.

"I... don't think anyone is paying much attention to me, Saeran," you acknowledged, peering over at him with a slightly raised brow, attempting to gauge his response. He puffed out his cheeks and tightened his arms around his chest, indicating that he did not really like your answer.

What was his deal today?

"Uh-huh. Sure," Now he sounded downright sarcastic and even a bit angry. This man's mood swings were incredible, that's for sure. He gave you a quick glance that seemed almost offended. Thus, only confusing you further, "I'm sure you are just ecstatic to finally get out of your room and have everyone staring you down like the prince/ss you are. Makes you feel all high and mighty to get all the attention, doesn't it? So much better than dealing with me, is it not?"

Well, now he has completely lost you. He was annoyed, that was clear, but why or what exactly did you have to do with it was way beyond your understanding. It's not like you even came here on your own volition. He was the one who dragged you out here without as much as asking you or informing you of anything beforehand. And now he's being all petty and even insulting you for that?

"With all due respect, Saeran, I have no idea what you are talking about. No one is staring at me, and it's not like I even had a choice on whether or not I should attend... whatever this is," you gesture around the ballroom briefly, your eyes squinting slightly because of the bright lights coming down from the shiny chandeliers above. Frankly, if you had a choice, you would rather stay in your room. Being around this many people you didn't know made you far too nervous for your liking. So him acting so accusatory with you for nothing did get on your nerves a bit.

After all, you may be patient and on the quieter side of things, but that doesn't mean you would let him unfairly disrespect you like that. If it came to it, you could stand up for yourself just fine, and he wouldn't get any confrontational response from you, either.

In a way, it almost felt like dealing with a needlessly snarling cat.

A low grumble rumbled deep in his throat, almost like a growl of sorts, but it seemed like he was much more subdued in his behavior at this event. It's possible that he didn't want to create a scene in front of everyone. Or, in front of someone specific in particular. Either way, the cold glare he shot your way could probably turn you into stone if he had the ability to do so. You remained calm and quiet despite his unspoken threat, meeting his stare with a calm and quiet demeanor. You weren't about to get angry and petty with him in return, but entertaining his blatant disrespect that seemed more like he was just dumping his sour mood onto you was not something you would just shut up and take, either.

You had respect for both Saeran and yourself.

For a long time, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes without moving or speaking. A scene that probably looked rather bizarre from an outsider's perspective, now that you thought about it. Especially with how increasingly irritated Saeran looked, wordlessly seething at your refusal to back down under his intimidating presence. While also not giving him a chance to lash out at you fairly, since you weren't doing anything hostile or outright disrespectful. From time to time, you seriously contemplated whether he actually wanted you to snap back at him for any reason or another. Well, whatever that reason may be, you were not about to satisfy those desires of his.

Eventually, his gaze lowered before yours does, traveling down your body, and you realized that he was, in fact, now staring at your chest. A notion that felt both bizarre and flustering in a way that made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks heat up significantly. But, you remained still. Mostly out of pride. Or maybe you had a deep sense of curiosity, wanting to see where this will lead you. It was Saeran who first backed off, which was unusual. You saw his throat bob up and down as he swallowed and took a step back from you, once again, turning away from you. For the countless time today.

You began to think that he was intentionally doing this.

"...You could have put on a jacket with that, you know," he muttered rapidly in your general direction without actually focusing on you. Then, he cleared his throat awkwardly, his hand tugging at his collar a bit, in a way that looked like he was merely adjusting it for more comfort. Only, you never saw him fiddling with his collar like that before. No matter how much of a tight fit on him it was.

That was when it dawned on you.

You glanced down at yourself, examining your outfit from your own perspective. Certainly, it was quite revealing. But definitely nothing extreme. However, it was, undeniably, the most amount of skin you've shown in front of him so far.

...Was he embarrassed, perhaps?

The idea seemed amusing to you. And, for some reason, his more reserved demeanor tonight gave you a small boost of confidence you don't usually possess around him.

"-Why? You told me to put it on, so I did as you asked. I figured you wouldn't like me putting my own spin on it," you smiled, leaning slightly closer to him, in a way that would let you lightly touch his arm. And the small shiver his body gave out in response to your action was one that did not escape your watchful eye, "You did say I have bad taste in clothes. Doesn't it satisfy you to see me following your orders with no issue?"

He tightened his jaw, giving you another pointed glare. He was even more furious than before when you called him out like that: "Don't put words into my mouth, toy."

Despite it sounding like a warning, it was a warning you intentionally ignored.

"I thought you wanted an obedient toy, no?"

Your jab seemed to be causing him to snap. He grabbed your elbow and started to drag you away from the bright lights and happy chatter you were bothered by beforehand, without giving you a chance to react. All you could do was yeep from surprise and stumble after him, though you did not try to put up a fight regardless. In fact, you found yourself... grinning ever so slightly as you followed him along, the flutter in your chest increasing in its intensity and making your legs feel lighter with every step you took. In a way, you obtained what you desired. A break from all the randevu you were desperate to escape from.

And maybe you were really a bit weird.

Suddenly, you're in a dimly lit hallway, your back pressing against the wall, and Saeran's breath warming up your cheeks from his hypnotic proximity. The party's muffled sounds reach you just over the door, but they feel like they're so far away at the same time. The party is the last thing you thought about when those cat-like mint irises of his were boring into yours inches away from you, making you want to drown in their alluring hue without a second thought.

"-Oh, so now you're suddenly all quiet," Saeran's words reached your ears with much delay, and your head went blank as you felt the intensity of his presence so close to you, clouding your every sense with him and him alone. He seemed to enjoy your frazzled state of mind, though, judging by the cocky smile on his lips that he gave you.

You gulped. Then, you found yourself saying the very first thing that came to mind without even thinking twice about it: "...Just enjoying the view, is all."

There was another pause where you two just stared at each other's eyes. This time, he seemed to be baffled as he blinked at you repeatedly and didn't have an immediate response to your little quip. You couldn't help but think of how pretty his long lashes looked as he did that.

He got you to act stupid for him exactly as he wanted, and he didn't even realize it.

"Don't be coy with me," Saeran eventually hissed out, seemingly deciding to take a head-on approach to try and hide his puzzlement with your behavior. He leaned even further into you, his chest now brushing over yours from his proximity, and some of his hair fell onto your forehead, tickling the skin with every tiny brush. A strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils, making it impossible to focus on anything but him. He took up your every sense. Vision, hearing, scent, touch. He was filling all of it.

It wasn't as bothersome to you as he seemed to think.

"That kind of trick may have worked on Ray, but it will not fool me. So don't even try charming your way out of this, you brat," he carried on with his tirade, completely disregarding the impact he was having on you.

"-You seemed rather interested in my chest earlier, though."

You were clueless about what you were doing, God. It seemed like all the sense of fear and apprehension had disappeared. And while your mind did comprehend that you were probably getting too bold for your own good, you just... didn't really care at all.

Saeran's dumbfounded wide-eyed look was a sight to behold. Part of you had the urge to pull him even closer and kiss that look off of his face.

Maybe then he would finally understand how much you liked him, not just Ray.

"I- You-" The way he stumbled over his own words was almost endearing. You definitely surprised him with that one. But you did not push it any further, nor did you tease him about it. Instead you just watched him closely. Your figure was almost subconsciously glanced at again, and then his face flushed dark crimson and he pulled away abruptly, covering the lower half of his face with his palm and looking away. His reaction was so typical that it was almost cute in some strange way, "Y-You've got some nerve! What is there to look at, anyway!? It's just some skin. You must be very arrogant to think so highly on yourself."

The denial has arrived.

Surprisingly, you did not oppose it. You merely shrugged and gave him a small coy smile: "It's okay, Saeran. I would find myself staring, too, if I could see some of your collarbones peeking out. It's natural."

"-Don't be gross. And I know you're lying, anyways," he frowned at that, giving a look that seemed almost offended, in a way. He huffed, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away from you again, seemingly not wanting to meet your gaze for whatever reason. You couldn't help but think that his posture looked less threatening and more closed off this time around, "I'm not like you. And I don't need you to pretend to fawn over me, either."

That caused you to frown a little.

Did he... not think that he could be attractive to you? That thought caused you to feel sad. Before you could think about it, you took a small step towards him and reached out with your hand.

"You are very beautiful, Saeran. I'm not lying," you said, your fingertips brushing over his tie just a slight bit. It's likely that he wouldn't even notice that touch beneath all that fabric of his suit. But it's the gesture that counted.

He stared at you again, for the countless time today. However, it didn't last long. With a small huff, he grabbed at your wrist and pulled your hand away from his chest. His touch was far gentler now, though, his fingers just slightly squeezing around your skin.

"You are an idiot," you heard him mumble, followed by a rustle of fabric as he let go of you completely. Before you could voice your rebuttal, a dark form flew into your face, making you squeak from surprise.

It's soon apparent that the mysterious form was not a ghost, but rather Saeran's suit jacket that was flung carelessly over your head. As you pulled the clothing down, you heard him grumble again, though this time in a more commanding tone: "Put that on. And I want you to wear it on you for the rest of the night, you hear me?"

As he got closer to you, his finger abruptly pressed into the center of your chest, making you slightly gasp.

"-That," throughout it all, he maintained direct eye contact with you while muttering, "-is only for me to see. Got it?"

You nodded without hesitation, feeling your heart beating in your chest like a million horses galloping down the race track: "Yes."

"That's a good prince/ss."

That smirk he gave you as he pulled away made you feel as weak in the knees as it frustrated you. You were planning to get him back for that. Your momentary obedience did not mean you were going to be some perfect doll for him. You were merely enamored by the brief but undeniable spark of connection between the two of you. He may have been a tough guy to crack, but you were persistent.

Though, as you went through the remainder of the night, you couldn't but ponder...

...Was that the first time he called you 'prince/ss', without it being a mockery of Ray's pet name for you?

[odessastone]

Writing some Mauga/Venture that was supposed to just be straight-up PWP. but now feelings are getting involved.

[marclef]

kinda wish more people draw pizzahead & fake pep together like as a creator/creation duo. idk if it’s 100% canon that pizzahead made fake pep but it just seems like a fun concept

i just want to see them being silly lol

i do love seeing everyone's takes on Fake and Pizzahead together hehe, it's always either:

a. Silly Goopy Creature with his loving supportive father

or b. Goop Creature traumatized by his own creation, probably would tear Pizzahead to shreds out of revenge

as for me, well, i've got my own headcanons/take on their relationship.......... let's just say Fake might not be too happy about seeing Pizzahead any time soon. it'd probably take a bit to explain exactly WHY, but i won't bother you with that unless you really want to hear it.... hehehe....

but i DO still love seeing some nice interactions between the two! maybe just because i like seeing some Goofy Goober content to go alongside the occasional Ungodly Horrifying Monstrosity 😊

look at this boy and tell me he's not allowed to be Silly.

[foxgloveinspace]

I know there’s probably many jokes about this, but:

[enniewritesathing]

sure, the tattoo is goofy even after all these but it does give him something to look at and trace with his fingers. a twofer.

[untilyouremember]

Getting Married to a Good-for-nothing

Available digitally (included in ComiXology subscription)

[troublcmakcrs]

y'all: umm... whatcha got there?

me, with the oc i created solely to ship with tweek in his older verses: nothin, mind your fucking business

[atlantis2aquarius]

Art is hard...god bless the better artist 😅

I haven’t been practicing as much as I should or would like to but...doodles happen. pls be kind u~u this week I’ll be working on facial features and proportions...the issue is I’m learning from different styles while trying to find my own. So sjsdlkjsfjlkskjfsdlkj...I’m struggling but fuck it, have some somewhat horny mcdanno because it’s been a shit week and I deserve it!

[esleep]

i made korean tacos for dinner (no recipe just vibes + what i had in the fridge) and they were unbelievably delicious. my god.

[cutegayjewishgirl]

So in a few weeks I get to watch my bosses Brussels Griffons 😈 I’m excited, they’re so sweet and naughty tho 😆 also not that anyone else cares look , you can see the difference in coat textures!! So fun to see side by side

[jojolimons]

curry :]

[medicinemane]

My stomach sounds like some manner of beast right now, just kind of "mhhhrmmhhbbhh"ing, like some sort of creature snuffling and grumbling

[arolesbianism]

Dude istg if the colab doesn't add one of cotl's actually cool bosses I'm gonna cry