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[patchesbeanie]

Dream loveposting opportunity! Whats one thing you love about Dream?

his endless love and wonder at the world !!!!! he's so genuine and passionate about the things he's interested in and it's a big reason why i'm so drawn to him

[1alchemistart]

waited impatiently and finally i can post my chimken falins

my WIFE i love her SO!

btw (since im likely to want to post spoilers eventually BAHAHA) if i post any manga spoilers from this point onward i will be tagging them with "dungeon meshi spoilers" !! please block that tag if you're an anime-only and would like to avoid me spoiling you by accident on how the story goes -- i've read the entire manga so there's a lot i can accidentally spoil 💀

also bonus chimera laios because i CAN and i WANTED TO ! ! ! he'd be happy about it

[histerek]

Stiles: [sobbing bc he can’t save the puppy* who is going to FREEZE in the cold]

Claudia and John, who know this is absolutely NOT a dog: [trying to wrestle the pup out of Stiles’ deceptively strong three-year-old grip]

*Derek, not a puppy but a wolf cub who is admittedly tiny for his age: [head empty no thoughts, enjoying the scent and warmth of Stiles’ scarf]

Talia, watching this all go down behind a tree: [plotting how to save her son for the FIFTH TIME THIS SKI SEASON who she’s beginning to suspect doesn’t want to be saved]

[noodles-and-tea]

love all the art you put on my dashboard!! especially love the merlin stuff (been a fan of merlin for a while now) and the gravity falls stuff (can send it to a mutual who loves the show)! thank you for sharing your own art and for sharing other people's art! have a lovely day :]

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[chromacryptid]

Mumbo Jumbo HC season 10 episode 23, min 24:46:

Scar: "Is he trying to bang us or smth?" Mumbo: "Definitely."

Help why did everyone act like this was a totally normal thing to say

[wiltkingart]

at your service (or demise)

[arcane-gold]

hi jayvik nation here’s a wip

[barghest-land]

it's my birthdayyyy

hello!! oh well i got older and now i'm 28. just wanna drop some of my works here again for a please-share-my-stuff post, cuz some attention for what i do would be the best gift. i work as a director and art director (i also do character design, backgrounds, storyboards, color and animation keys, voice actors direction and tons of other stuff). when i have some free time i do mostly paleoart (pterosaurs my beloved), sometimes fanart if i feel a bit crazy. and that's exactly what i posts here so feel free to say hi! :D thank u and i hope you all are safe<3

[hellsitegenetics]

Hey so. Uh. I'm sorry for your loss. In the tumblr bracket. i voted for you

honestly it's kind of an honor to lose to such an og-- especially by such a small margin! feels a little crazy that so many people know who i am, you know?

(the vote isn't fully over by the way, you can check it out here)

[abilai]

Right now you’re mine （╹◡╹）♡

[patchesbeanie]

so what your anons are saying is that quackity tried to make qnf a thing (bc of a crush or just to get fans involved the same way dnf does, who know) but failed bc george is crazy about dream so i guess now he just moved to wilbur and is milking quackbur for fans interactions even if wilbur cant even be on a damn stream

the qsmp fandom's delusions are strong enough to make quackbur canon i believe

[1alchemistart]

did these a bit ago cause i thought it'd be fun and i was RIGHT it WAS very fun >:D

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

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[ash-and-starlight]

celebrating Her month by updating my mai&sokka bestieism manifesto & introducing their matching undercuts era

[shushmal]

"Are you going to break my heart?"

Eddie almost drives them off the road.

It's late, nearly 2 am, and the country road is narrow and winding, and this thing between them, fingers twinned above the gear shift, radio turned down low, Stevie Nicks singing to them softly, is new. Eddie wants to live in this moment forever, wants the smell of lake water and dying August heat to live in their clothes, wants the warmth of first kisses and whispered confessions to last in tingling sparks in their skin, the memory of touch to be permanent. It won't be, it'll all fade, but Eddie can visit it again, rewrite them into the cotton and the softness of Steve's mouth.

It's late, and this is new.

"It's okay if you do," Steve says, so quiet. He's holding on to Eddie's hand like he's dangling off a cliff. "I can handle it. I'd just like a heads up, so I can prepare."

Eddie almost feels guilty, basking in his joy when Steve was sinking into something else. He thinks, if he were a kid still, if he hadn't died, hadn't lost everything and managed to get it all back, he'd be angry. But he's not. He's not, and he did, and it's late and this is new—but it's not unfamiliar. The same, but more, an extra free scoop with whipped cream and sprinkles, a cherry on top.

"You trust me?" Eddie asks. He rubs his thumb along Steve's knuckles, feels the scars under his skin, little tears in someone so perfect.

"Of course," Steve croaks. Eddie can't look at him, because the road is dark and narrow and winding, and he has to get his boy home safe.

"And I trust you," Eddie says, brings Steve's hand up, presses a kiss like a seal to his skin. "And I love you, and you love me. I got you."

Steve's quiet for a long, long moment. Eddie can tell he's watching him, so he presses another kiss to Steve's hand, lets his lips linger on hard tendons and dark veins. Kisses in his promises to the place they're linked together.

When he speaks again, it's soft, and Eddie can hear the love, living and leaving in the air between Steve's teeth.

"Okay," he says, giving Eddie everything. "You got me."

[jesuistrestriste]

Something Something art oral fixation...sucking the strap idk

nsfw 18+ // deepthroating, strap sucking, premature ejaculation

Art had spent the last hour sprawled out on the bed for you, the lubed-up translucent silicone strap being rutted down against his aching cock with each roll of your hips, and now you wanted him to suck on it?

It was absolutely covered in his own precome, for god's sake!

And yet, here he was: kneeling down in front of the edge of the bed, his face between your parted thighs, and his body leaning forward so that he can lick up the length and taste himself on it.

You could never say he didn't do anything for you.

You smile and gaze down at him tenderly, your hand in his hair as he engulfs the tip of the flexible pink dildo in the warmth of his mouth. You moan softly just at the sight and nod to him.

"That's it," you murmur lowly, "s'pretty for me, babe.."

He moans around the thickness filling his mouth, and looks up to you desperately with his lidded blue eyes. His hands move to eagerly hold onto your hips, but you're quick to swat them away and shake your head.

He whines, hollowing his cheeks as saliva pools under his tongue and around the strap.

"No touching, mkay?"

He nods and moves his hands down to his lap, but not without a noise of protest first. His cock is stiff and weeping against his abdomen, but his focus is still on you.

It's always on you.

"Like sucking my cock?" you smirk teasingly, your fingers in his hair working to push his head down a little.

He winces as he feels the back of his throat being prodded and entered, and a stifled gag causes his body to lurch forward before he lets his eyes roll back. He nods again, this time with a muffled groan.

You chuckle and bite your lip as you buck your hips a little, forcing an extra half inch to thrust in and out of his pliable mouth.

He swallows thickly and moans headily, his eyes fluttering shut now as he works to take your strap as far down as he can. He gags again softly, and it roars a fire in your gut.

He's so good; a fucking natural.

If you didn't know any better—i.e., if you didn't know how much of an oral fixation he had, and how many times he's had your fingers in his mouth, or how much he liked to suck and chew and lick on things—you'd think he was just a whore.

But you did know better.

He loves shit like this. It soothes him, like cool water over sizzling coals, but it also gets his dick jumping. It was a win-win for him, and for you.

You remove your touch from Art's blonde curls and smirk as you watch his head begin to bob in earnest, sucking and slobbering all over the silicone with every movement. His idle fingers twitch and squeeze at his own thighs, and he knows that if you allowed him just one touch to himself he would burst almost immediately.

"Mmph—mmm," he moans around you, his eyes blinking back open to look up as he lathes his tongue along the underside of the faux cockhead, like he's really sucking on a part of you; wanting to please you with every fiber of his being, as if you could truly feel the way his hot mouth works over every inch of the rubbery rod that he can take.

Your palms flatten out behind you as you lean back on them and train your eyes to follow the way your boyfriend's mouth makes the inches disappear and reappear with every sloppy motion. Your arousal grows hotter and hotter and hotter as you continue to watch, but you ignore it for now. You had other plans at the forefront.

"Suckin' the strap like a pro, aren't you? Mouth workin' like a pornstar's," you coo and hum sweetly.

He shudders and nods the best he can before he suddenly slides his mouth all the way down to the base of the dildo, his nose pressing into your lower abdomen, and then he just.. holds himself there.

Ever the overachiever, he stays like that for a few long moments.

Art squeezes his eyes shut and his cheeks puff up momentarily with a soft gag. He swallows thickly around the intrusion. Tears begin to prick and fill his eyes from the exertion, but he only swallows once more and whines in response to it; all pretty and high-pitched.

"Fuck," you breathe out, before he pulls himself completely off and splutters as thick strings of drool connect his lips and chin to the top of the bouncing pink length. He gasps for air and coughs, wiping at his chin before he leans in again and rests his cheek on your knee wearily. Art's hips jolt forward against nothing but air as he shivers in his seat on the floor.

You lean in as well now, sitting more upright as you glance down to his cock just in time to read his body's tells.

He's gonna cum.

He pants heavily against your leg before he suddenly seizes up in the next instant and lets out a sharp, strangled cry; almost as if the force and abruptness of his orgasm is taking him wholly by surprise. You moan softly as he shakes, his dick jumping as it squirts out rope after rope of his load into the air and onto his thighs and stomach. Completely untouched.

Your hands come down to gently rub at his trembling upper back as he moans softly and blinks away the wetness threatening to spill down his flushed face.

"Oh my god, baby," you speak gently and sensually, "so hot.. I didn't give you permission yet though.."

He whimpers, bottom lip wobbling, and his hands can no longer be still. He reaches up with hesitant arms and clings to your body.

"Sorry, 'm sorry.. I couldn't help it— couldn't stop it— I tried, babe-" he squirms, his intense climax leaving his brain muddled as he recovers.

A soft sigh escapes your lips and you shake your head.

"It's okay, it's alright.. I'm not mad, just teasing."

He whines softly, fingers digging into the softness of your flesh.

"I can go again," he murmurs weakly, almost slurring, "promise."

And what more could you possibly want to hear?

You smile as a soft chuckle spills forth, and then reach up to card your fingers through his hair as his curls tickle your leg where his head still rests.

"Yeah?"

"Mmh, yeah.."

"Okay.. then why don't you come up on the bed again for me?" you whisper.

He keens weakly and slowly pushes himself up onto his knees, cum dripping down his body, so that he can start to do what you've asked of him.

"Good.. Lean on me, I'll help you," you breathe out, "and then we can have some real fun.."