#need that man in my GUTS

[wherenymphsroam]

lan ying…. tamura save me… save me from writers block…

[archivewriter1ont]

I like to think this scene is the moment Crosshair decided they were keeping the reg (not Hunter -- Crosshair. Because he's the baby brother and he gets what he wants). Crosshair is highly skilled and extremely irritating at times but he values loyalty, competency, and valor, and I think he saw all three in Echo right off the bat.

Crosshair was kind of the one who stuck beside Echo and General Skywalker during this arc. (I would like to point out that he shot threats off of Mr. The-Chosen-One twice in these episodes, thus proving his cool factor and my belief that Anakin was always slightly overrated.) He got a front-row seat to watch this broken, malnourished POW get jerked straight out of cryo just to 1) goof off and snark to his captain and general, 2) jump on a living dragon thing and just wing it like "Sure I can fly this why not" and 3) start popping airborne droids with ZERO armor and a borrowed (stolen?) blaster.

Of course Crosshair looked at Echo, then to his brothers, then back to Echo and went "He's ours now, deal with it." Echo reminded him so much of himself and his squadmates that he imprinted on sight.

[gottagetpig]

Merry Christmass from your local lardass. Stuffing my piggy gut so much these holidays feels so euphoric. Just eating and eating like a good little fatty, being given all the food I deserve and more. Feeling the pounds on my swelling frame as I gorge. Getting to be pampered like the spoiled piggy prince I am with food, helping my soft and increasingly thick thighs and increasingly doughy belly grow. each day filled with oh so decadent high calorie delights I can never resist all too happy to shovel the next cake, turkey and pie into my fat addicted face as my ass strains, thighs and belly strain from my clothes, until through the frenzy of it all I feel my pants rip, my top burst and buttons pop, unable to stifle a moan at the pleasure of doing so before continuing to gorge with renewed vigour.  I deserve to be spoiled like the fat prince I am, through food, praise and worship

My gorging won't stop after Christmas, as I grow more lazy and spoiled, as my desires for more fat, more food grow my soft squishy body will blossom with more and more lard just begging to be worshipped. My gluttonous belly becomes a dough apron constantly gurgling, demanding more food as slowly waddle over to the next feast shocking people with my delectably huge heft, wheezing and waddling my way to the door ready to grace the next lucky delivery boy or fast food cashier with my divinely huge heft. My marshmallow thighs and huge bubbly ass so swathed with fat they'd fill a couch with ease. Doorways a constant struggle needing to be pushed at points as my gelatinous rear presses and eventually dwarfs the doorway. My huge body deserves to be worshipped for the icon of gluttony it is. Growing heavier and larger as I grow all the more spoiled and gluttonous. Eventually waddling a few steps leaves me wheezing, drenched with sweat as I whine and reach for the next few burgers eager to break the bed and new boundaries of my weight... 

My body is a temple

So worship every roll

Spoil me rotten

Feed me more.~

[claie171art]

Spiderdads comic because I’m not immune to the sweatpants and suit combo and neither is Miguel. Him and smug Peter is my favorite dynamic just two old men bothering eachothers

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Embrace the truth

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[milk-ducts]

first art post :3 im mostly an insta artist so ,…. pls be nice to me 🙏

[casual-bulking]

Back, legs, and shoulder day has wiped me out ;p

[poppy-s-rampage]

Once a Hero.

-Prologue-

Danny Phantom fought with the knowledge that at any given time he could be stricken dead. With the knowledge that his own parents, the people who brought him into this world, could be the ones to take him out permanently. The Job was already half done after all.

But no matter what, no matter his adversaries, Danny held strong. Despite the constant threat of the GIW and his parents, despites his rogues’ shenanigans and Vlad’s scheming, despite the citizen’s ungratefulness, he held his ground. Always staying true to his beliefs.

Yes, he made mistakes ,terrible ones. Yes, he has done things he would forever be ashamed of. But he never let others take responsibility for his actions. The very proof being his existence as Phantom.

There is no denying it, Danny Phantom/Fenton is a hero.

An existence to whom every victory comes hand to hand with tragedy.

An existence favored by fate.

And fate is known to be a cruel mistress.

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He should have known something was up. It was too good to be true. He should have trusted his instinct. But he ignored it, choosing hope instead of the very thing that kept him alive all these years. All it took was one mistake for everything to domino into a nuclear warhead that quite literally took his everything.

And now, there he is on all four in the middle of a crater of what once was Amity Park and its surroundings. His ears ringing only able to hear the sounds of his own screams.

The once menace, once protector of a city too soon departed wailed in agony. Clutching at his wounds with a strength that reopened his sloppily made stitches. His devastated wails, only interrupted by his sobbed breath and hiccups. His throat was ripped to shreds, tainted ectoplasm pooling into his mouth and lungs while some got projected out with each wail.

Rivers of tears cascaded down his face burning his already bloodshot eyes. His unstable form glitching from ghost to human to something in between.

His once healthy balanced core was now struggling to remain whole. Cracks appearing all over, life and death fighting to preserve their precious Halfa’s existence. Danny felt his body and core beginning to give out. His consciousness finally fading. His body slowly being engulfed into the cold familiar embrace of death.

He fell on his back. His wails dying to choked wet sobs and coughs. Through his tears, Danny could only vaguely see the smoke covered nightsky. Ash falling slowly around him like snowflakes.

He could feel the cold creeping up his limbs then gripping his chest. His already dying heart being embraced by a type of cold even his core couldn’t dream to reproduce. Phantom finally fell silent, his unseeing eyes staring at the starless sky above.

Danny in his last few coherent thoughts felt the pain of his core shattering and reforming itself. It felt like his entire being was set on fire before being melded back together. He felt familiar arms cradling him close to their unbeating heart. The familiar ticking of a clock luring him into a dreamless rest.

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Masterpost!

Chapter 1!

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Author notes:

My brain vomiting this at 3 am. I am sorry for any catastrophic grammar and english, that would be my brain short circuiting from lack of sleep. I intend to hopefully continue this story wherever it may go. You’re welcome to suggest anything or add yourself something to it.

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: piss, public stuff, alcohol, drunk reader

Shidou is a freak.

it’s nothing new to you, something you’d known basically since the moment you met him. but you at least thought that there would be…limits. certain things that even he didn’t care for. but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

there was a party going in one of his teammates hotel rooms, in some foreign country that you’re too drunk to remember the name of. and that’s the problem right there—you’re drunk off your ass, unusual for when you’re with Shidou. you don’t need liquor to have a good time with him, but the celebration of tonight damn near demanded it. so you drank and you drank, downing one shot after the other.

he pulls you into his lap at one point in the night, cupping your jaw as he tilts something white and strong against your pouting lips. he presses his mouth to your ear, his voice low under the other partygoers cheers and the thumping music they’ll surely get a complaint for in the morning.

“what?” Shidou purrs against your ear, licking softly at the shell of it, shameless. “you tapping out for the night on me?”

“no,” you drawl out in a whine, shifting in his lap, trying to bury your face into his warm neck. “I just gotta pee. drinking this much always makes my bladder feel fuller than it really is.”

“so go, then.” Shidou says surely, his voice steady. he sets down the glass, brings one hand to tighten around your waist, the other to start rubbing soothing circles on your lower belly. or, they would be more soothing, if he didn’t ever so slightly press the heel of his palm a little harder with every passing circle. you try to pull away from his grip, but he holds you tighter, nudging your chin up so he can kiss softly at the column of your neck.

“but you won’t let me get up, Shidou.” you hum quietly, shifting in his lap as he presses harder against your bladder. Shidou grins against your skin, pinching the flesh there between sharp canines to hear your hiss, to feel your hole clench against his lap, his hardening cock.

“I never said I was gonna let you up.” he chuckles, hips thrusting up ever so slightly, his bulge pressing right where you need him most. “just said to go ahead and relieve yourself.”

“but, there are people here? what if they see?” you whisper, despite the fact that you can barely hear yourself over the music and the other attendants of the party. Shidou shrugs, pressing more and more, his teeth feeling sharper, his tongue feelings wetter, his kisses feeling hotter against the thin flesh of your throat.

“you’re wearing all black anyway, and so am I. who’s gonna notice?”

Sae, you think to yourself, eyes flitting over to where the teal eyed man watches you with a seemingly knowing gaze. you swallow thickly and avert your eyes, shifting once more, feeling a trickle slide out of you without your control. you whimper, thighs tightening, but Shidou only rubs encouragingly against your thigh, shushing you with a too wide grin against your warm cheek as he kisses his way up.

“it’s okay, baby. go ahead and piss yourself in my lap. make a mess for me, yeah?” Shidou goads, forgoing the rubbing of your belly, insistently pressing on your bladder now, shameless. the only sound that leaves you is a pathetic whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as you can’t fight back anymore, and release yourself with a shudder.

you soak through your panties, the seat of your bottoms, all the way to Shidou’s throbbing cock. he’s not sure if the mess in his boxers is from how much he’s leaking precum, or your piss, but it makes his cock twitch, either way. he placates your whining with little kisses against your pouting lips, rubbing his thumb against your navel as you let yourself go all over him.

and when he pulls you up, you’re both dripping ever so slightly. nobody notices really, only sending you pitying looks when Shidou says he has to take you to his room because you’re not feeling so well. but you catch the way Sae looks from the spot where you two sat, and back to you, his gaze locked on your own and knowing. in your drunken haze, you almost think he smirks at you.

[almightyshadowchan]

After a fight 😚

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Chu Wanning, kit-tea man. (Part 2)

(for @onionlings)

[babymorte]

i get that the new sleep token is different because it absolutely is. i just can’t understand why people don’t like it

[nicorobinphd]

stg, being an enjoyer of jane twdg is like being forced into an expert-level course on the way misogyny manifests in video game spaces.

god forbid a woman be complex or difficult or provably mischaracterized (see tags) at the end of her arc to service the culmination of a man’s storyline.

[dubiousbread488]

Jayce fanart

TW GUTS & BLOOD (semi-graphic)

[myokk]

Sebastian had a few days leave from duty so he visited Eloise😇😇

[couldbebetterforsure]

Holy shit……

You know when I first read Meteor Impact a little bit ago it already wrecked me awfully. This particular scene of Chiaki’s probably hurt me most. Just seeing Chiaki starting to give in to his despair, to his misery that nothing he does is working out, that he isn’t being rewarded with support or help or anything after everything he’s done. Seeing this poor, bullied boy giving up is absolutely gut wrenching, especially after seeing how he’s like in present day stories in comparison.

But holy shit Yuichi Jose’s voice acting in this moment. The fact he doesn’t yell or scream, he barely raises his voice in this scene. For a scene like this you’d probably expect it to be louder….

But Chiaki sounds sooo….lifeless….

I listened to this moment and it utterly terrified me. Because it truly sounds like someone who is spiraling into the pit of despair, someone at the end of his rope. Someone who is just….DONE.

What would’ve happened if he didn’t hear his ringtone so soon afterwards, if he hadn’t received that phone call? It’s unnerving to think of…