#like a wet napkin

[primaphomet]

that one lisa simpson meme but it's the amazing digital circus

[sydneighsays]

Colored version of my Gerry design~

Jon's an awkward picture taker, change my mind

They'd be great friends if he wasn't dead. God I wish we had more time with him.

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

just remembered the King accused Arthur of loving John, and Arthur agreed with it 10 dead 34 injured

[felidaeng]

queennnn

[crowlixcx]

[pasteilian]

I'm so pissed off. So, I read the fucking boyfriend's comics because everyone was talking like it was the rising of the devil himself. Come to find out, it's just a softcore, sometimes cringe LGBT+ comic. I fucking hate some of you people. 😭

[heyclickadee]

I love how Crosshair is just itching to fight at all times even though he does not do well at close quarters. He won a hand-to-hand fight once, and it was Omega didn’t have anyone else to rely on and the “little sister must protect” energy drove him into possum mode. Otherwise he folds like a house of cards. Local man has fists and does not know how to use them.

[crunchy-rocc]

happy halloween. vampirism be upon you. hunger as a form of raw desire.

[cherryxblossxms]

So I'm sure a lot of people agree that Lucifer has a master or sir kink and loves having his S/O call him these. It feeds his ego and his pride to have his sweet fragile human at his command, following his orders as a good little human should.

However.

I ALSO believe that Lucifer secretly enjoys calling his S/O master as well, especially if you two have a pact. One wouldn't think so at first, but it feeds into his pride just as well as the other way around.

He loves being the one you call and rely on, the one who answers your commands. He'll gladly be on his knees for you, pleasuring you until your knees give out, until your orders are just incomprehensible moaning and whimpering. He'll be your personal toy, you can ride him all night if you want and he won't complain for a second. If you want to milk him of every drop of cum, he has no plans to intervene, as everything of his belongs to you. He wants it to be his name coming from your lips, his name being begged for more, and he will always come at your command.

He's a big, bad demon, the strongest of the seven Avatars and the right hand man of the Prince of the Devildom. But for you, he will do anything, be anything, for his beloved master. As long as he's the only one you call on, of course~

[pixelatedraindrops]

You can't just leave him to suffer all alone Makoto... ;w;

So this is essentially a role-reverse of this comic XD (idk why)

Makoto may be super moody and fussy when he catches the flu; but if Yuma catches the flu, he's super needy and clingy when delirious. And it looks like Makoto can't say no to him... x'D

I guess your work is going to have to wait after all. Now you better properly take care of your sick original! (just try not to get sick yourself hehe)

I know this comic is usually supposed to be heartwarming but...I made it more silly.

because they're silly lil' guys... x'D

Based on another skit from @foxes-in-love

[valgeristik]

so i played vampyr recently. I like the wet cat who gives you painkillers

[flyin-shark]

Truer words have never been spoken 😔

[proffbon]

Someone: Do you have a type?

Me:

Me: I wouldn't call it a type.

[witchofthesouls]

Okay I had an ask about a follow-up on the Truck dad and amnesiac bird son dimensional hoppers pair post, but I couldn't fit as more outright creepy/weird shit our boy do. A lot of hints, though.

Here's a piece on Jack's fondness for big animals and secrets.

Optimus should have known something was afoot with Jack, especially with his most recent line of questions and the new direction his drawings had taken on: a large, black canine in the desert, aerial views of the surrounding landscapes, anatomy of local creatures, and multi-eyed birds with strange trinkets in their beaks.

As much Jack was enamored with the animal companions in this universe’s version of the Ark and its Autobots, Sideswipe’s proletariat cat and Prowl’s turbohound were too busy to keep by the sparkling's side.

Despite the extreme species-swap and his regression to a child state, Jack had taken to his Cybertronian frame well. Enough that oddities could be rationally explained by the loss of creators.

(And if this version of the Autobots took it one way, then Optimus won't correct them, especially with Jack's mimicry with natural birdsong overlapping with newspark noises.)

Jack was generally obedient. He took heed of Optimus’ warnings to remain close to him and not to wander away in a certain distance.

However, Jack was good with words. Quick to find loopholes as well. He may not flick a wing-tip over the established boundaries to chase after whatever curious thing had caught his attention, but more than once Optimus found his charge scurrying out from potholes on the streets, broken entrances beneath buildings, and perched high up on the local greenery or infrastructure to peek at something, like a nest of local fauna.

Jack had said he didn’t leave the ship. And that was true. He hadn’t.

He simply coaxed the wildlife to him instead.

It was a hassle to smooth over the growing trend of murders and conspiracies of blackbirds hounding the nearby towns for cash for their “snackies” of seeds and McDonald's, then they uncovered his newest pet.

Not an abandoned dog, or a raccoon, or a house cat, or a hawk, or a toad, or anything Sparkplug reminiscenced over his son's mudpie days. Not something small, easily managed, and no threat to the human personnel.

Those strange grey-blue optics stared at Optimus so pleadily, arms wrapped carefully around the creature. The mountain lion, nearly full grown and quite docile in Jack’s arms, only grumbled, almost bored by the entire ordeal. It yawned wide, showing off teeth reminiscent of military-frame sets of sharp denta.

Animals, especially predatory and scavenger species, was something else Jack was good with, too. And Optimus had no idea what to make of that…

“Please, papa! I made her a bed and kept the wound clean!"

Oh, yes, Jack ran a neat, little clandestine operation in the back. Taking advantage that few mechs were willing to venture near the Dinobots’ living quarters and his own oddities whenever he sang to blackbirds outside the open entrance, he managed to squeeze himself into a nook between boulders that opened into a hidden cavern where he kept an injured mountain lion.

No one had any idea how Jack managed to keep the animal fed, let alone sneak it past the entrance. Too many eyes in the main halls to drag large carcasses, and living matter didn't do well with subspaces. Optimus could hear Red Alert's jaw cracking from pressure-related stress. No doubt combing through the security systems and finding nothing. Jazz and Prowl would be interested in the holes as well.

That was a large issue, and it needed to be addressed. Preferably away from the public.

“-and I'll love her and walk her and I change her water every day and I know how to feed her because Chickadee taught me how to how-"

"Jack,” Optimus interrupted the deluge of words, his tone gentle yet firm. He crouched down to meet those tearful optics, Jack's wingspan ticked up and down. The mountain lion's ears twitched but it remained at ease. “We can't keep her here. That's a wild animal. She's used to miles of free terrain to roam. Not being enclosed and hidden away on a ship.”

Jack inhaled sharply but said nothing in response. It wasn't childish defiance staring back at Optimus. More like guardian possessiveness: Mineminemine, Jack's entire frame projected, dropping away the usual behavior of staying hidden.

“You and I must return to our universe. We can't bring this one, especially into an environment she has no experience in. It would be cruel to do so. Even if we release her back at our base, everything she knew would be either too different or nonexistent. Remember your exploration of the places you once lived in?”

Jack hiccuped out a warbling noise at the reminder, and Optimus could feel a few mechs’ willpower crumbling away at that sound. He coiled his field around the boy, and Jack immediately latched onto him, anchoring deep as he leveled out the sharp notes and soothed away the hurts.

“We can find a suitable wildlife rehab or a sanctuary.”

"Can we visit her?”

“I’m sure we can find time.”

[corntort]

doodles from last night before my migraine killed me instantly

paste belongs to @roposhipin and snowdrift yall already know belings to @icedcheetah

[eyes-of-rock]

I argue Bruce is the most underrated KISS member