#oh godddd- I’m normal-

[bloos-bloo]

SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY SILLY

I am very sane about this, very sane :3

FLOWERS OH MY GOD- HOLY CRAP- IM EXPLODING- THATS IT IM DEAD!! YOU EXPLODED ME- JSHSJBSJSBS

Ahem-

I swear I’m normal- BUT OH MY GOD- THANK YOU SO MUCH- LOOK AT MY BOY- LESHY MY BELOVED- MY BABY- YOURE SO CUTE AND SQUISHY AND I LOVE YOU- AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO MAKE HIM LOOK EVEN CUTER??? I’M BITING THIS- CRYING- THROWING MYSELF AT THE WALL- THANK YOUUUUUU-

[skeletal-butterflyy]

I can’t wait for everything with the painting to be resolved because, you’re telling me, that will, the boy that has wholly upheld the “friends don’t lie” rule for just about his entire life, lied to his best friend, about the painting and why he made it, which prompted Mike’s monologue to el. And we all know how mike gets when people lie, so we’re getting huge byler fight, with most likely a confession of wills feelings, explicitly or implicitly, and we get to see how mike reacts to all of that.

[suenitos]

oh shit dnf are gonna be singing on stage together in 10 hours.

[staygoldpbj]

guys i’m not ready for people leaving i genuinely can’t do this

[generaterandom]

Good morning tumblr.

Made a followup to this comic yippee yay wahoo yay. ID in alt

[clems-grove]

Having irl cis (even queer) friends as a violent tranny is so weird sometimes so like you’re just gonna be weird about my body and identity. All of the time. Even when I tell you to stop? Oh okay I see I get it now

[jamandjazz]

Sometimes I look back this past friendship and I’m like “holy shit were they flirting with me?? That’s gotta haunt them at night cause I was so stupid—oh my god was I being a dick?? Oh Jesus I definitely was, they probably thought I was playing dumb oh fuck they think I’m an asshole”

[fifizero]

I think I care enough about vintage story atm and my world that I am going to actually find a more suitable place to live more permanently. The only issue is that I’ve set up everything rn and my rabbits are there….but I haven’t spent the time to build my house yet idk

[narugen-moved]

i am so over this hyperfixation girl

[limewatt]

i NEED to stop impulsively cutting my hair i wasn’t even looking in a mirror this time .i think there’s something wrong with me

[wyrm-with-a-why]

My honest reaction I actually can’t

Finally finished this, and even with all of its flaws I still like it.

I don't know the first things about drawing comics, let alone lettering or even drawing characters consistently lol, i mostly made things up as I went along.

The comic is supposed to take place in a shattered glass au where the decepticons lost the war early on and the few that survived mostly operate as a guerrilla organization led by Soundwave. He adopted Starscream and Megs along a few others orphaned by the war. Starscream begrudgingly takes care of the younger mechs.

Optimus rules Cybertron (or what's left of it) with an iron fist. He's obsessed with finding the Matrix of Leadership and restoring Cybertron to its former glory (and furthering his power, terrorizing and colonizing the rest of the galaxy, girly things like that). Soundwave's "bratpack" as he calls them, manage to become a thorn on his side as the story progresses.

[peachinspiration]

bro like dude

[tvgals]

‘ Y SO WORRIED?? ‘

jjk men being too big while inside their pretty black wife <3

including: nanami, toji, sukuna, getou

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ GETOU

getou is a hugeeee guy. huge guy = an even huger dick !

“take your time baby…take it all in..” he mumbles, holding your hips to the mattress. you groan into the air, reaching for getou’s biceps. “unt unt! can’t take it all in!” you whine, scratching at his arm.

“take it baby. i know you can.” he groans into your neck, raising his hand to one of your tits. “baby…’m gonna cum!” you warn , turning your head to avert his gaze. “oh baby, we’ve barely gotten halfway.. poor baby.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUKUNA

true form! sukuna for the hot girls 🤷‍♀️

“can barely take one ‘kuna! i can’t take two!” you babble. currently, sukuna was shoving both of his dicks in both of your holes. one in your ass, another in your pretty cunt, and the mouth on his stomach drooling over your clit.

“shh..you can do it baby. ya’ take one so well yeah?” he coos, bending over you and pressing his forehead to yours. he’d probably get clowned if his friends saw how vulnerable he looks right now, but he couldn’t give a single fuck.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TOJI

he’s just so rough ! :(

“shutup and take it.” toji says, pushing your head into the pillow, he doesn’t care if you can’t breathe, he only cares about getting off. “oh my godddd..” you scream into the pillow, arching your back. “it’s good huh? fuckers you were talking to can’t make you feel like this can they?” he asks, slapping your ass.

“no! toji please… put it all in please please please..” you cry. “i’m gonna take my sweet fucking time with you.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NANAMI

my pretty little businessman <3

“mhm.. you feel it baby?” nanami coos. you and him were just taking a normal bath, one of intimacy, a cute cuddle session. it wasn’t supposed to end with him halfway inside of you! “kennn..” you moan, pressing your face into his neck. “yes love?” he asks, like he doesn’t know he’s going extremely slow. “please..’s too big..” you say, tears welling in your eyes.

“pretty baby…don’t cry..”

[ironunderstands]

I’m gonna brainstorm some Ratio angst ideas for my next fic (feel free to steal them originality isn’t real anyways)

also like all of these are Aventio related

One of his students calls a hit on him for failing them and he’s bleeding out in an alleyway, I actually thought of this one w the help of one of my mutuals (I don’t remember ur tumblr @ aeon of ladies forgive me) I was thinking he passes out thinking he dies, unbeknownst to him Aven saves him, and he wakes up in a hospital unable to do anything for like a few weeks because I think one of Ratio’s biggest fears is being vulnerable, or even just being forced to take a break

@jailgarden suggested this in my inbox actually (I promise I’ll respond to it later properly pookie), but Ratio getting overstimulated and being unable to use his mask/hide like normal. Oh I love this one but I’ll get into it more later

He gets yelled at by a group of his students and just kinda breaks down and gets embarrassed and it like goes viral AUGHH THAT WOULD HURT

Ampherous related angst- like he got kicked out/sent away, he can’t ever talk about being from there, who knows, but I’m just praying we get lore of him there and it’s SAD

ooh what if he gets turned into one of his statues for a while

beat the shit out of him in general like I need Ratio on the floor crying sobbing bones broken losing it begging for help tweaking out please GODD HES SUCH A GOOD TARGET FOR THAT BC HE HIDES HIS FEELINGS SO MUCH UGHH

Aventurine goes to someone else in the Intellgencia guild for help and Ratio questions his worth for the next 3,000 words ooh

he fails at an important task or procedure or something when on a mission with Aventurine and even if it’s not that consequential in terms of their goals, the look of disappointment on the others face kills him

tfw you make a character who’s self worth heavily depends on being useful feel useless

Nous straight up says fuck off I don’t need you or like one of the GS members mocks him (probably Herta or an oc) or basically he gets his intellect demeaned and he can’t actually argue against it so he just kinda flounders (bring up Aiden maybe?)

just incapacitate him in general, Ratio cannot handle that

MIND CONTROLLL OOOHH BUT HES AWARE OF WHAT HES DOIJG GODDDD YESSSS AND WHAT IF OFHERS AROUND HIM ARENT AND THEY THINK ITS REAL OH I NEED FO WRITE THIS HOLD UPPPPP

Alright this is all my sleep deprived brain can cook up for now so enjoy! I’m probably gonna end up writing the first and last ones because yes.

[yarnprism]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

YOU ABSOLUTELY COOKED!!!! THIS IS WONDERFUL

All strung up- an ultrakill tk fic

@yarnprism, i thought you might enjoy this fic lol

Gabriel let out a sigh. Even though he didn’t need to breathe, it felt like an appropriate reaction to the situation at hand. After the light was torn from his body and 24 hours passed without incident, Gabriel felt lost, to say the least. It turns out the council even lied about his impending doom. Lying bastards, the lot. 

    He eventually tracked down the machine he once hated with every fiber of his being. V1 ended up exploring the surface, sustaining itself on the new life that began to prosper. It was tense at first, neither one being able to trust the other, but they bonded pretty quickly. It’s not like they had much else to do. Turns out, the machine had hobbies other than extreme violence, one of which being fishing. It provided sufficient blood and a decent meal for Gabriel, who had a newfound need for food, water and sleep. It was certainly something to get used to, after an eternity of being untouchable, but he enjoyed it. V1 taught him that what makes life valuable is that it is finite. In all his years, he could not cherish his time because it could not be quantified. It wasn’t until he (supposedly) had mere hours to live that he learned there was more to life than being a slave to the council. V1 felt a similar way, as a weapon created for a war that ended before it began. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel any comradery between the machine and himself. Two sides of the same coin, they are. 

    In their quest for friendship, Gabriel had gone ahead to scout for a new fishing spot for V1. He still had his wings after the fall, though less like a projection, and more feathery. Using said wings felt even more freeing than his previous projections. He could feel the wind rustling his feathers, and the sharp, yet gentle sting of air gliding against his skin. His armor was left at their base, choosing to wear just his tunic so flight would be easier. He observed the lush flora that started to flourish after the apocalypse, a sign that maybe, the world could be salvaged. Admiring the greenery turned out to be a mistake however, as he crashed into a set of broken power lines hanging over a building. Never had Gabriel been so grateful for the electrical grid being down.

    After the initial shock had worn off, he attempted to free himself, but only ended up getting himself more tangled. They’d curled around his wings, immobilizing them. It was a bit uncomfortable, but luckily didn’t cut off any blood flow. His arms were strung up above his head, the rest of his body dangling below, only inches from the ground. He was stuck. A sigh seemed to be a befitting reaction, and so he did. 

    Gabriel’s face burned in embarrassment, caught in an unbecoming situation. But! No worries, he could always just teleport himself out of these binds and- oh. He forgot he couldn’t do that anymore. He lost that ability along with his light. He groaned in frustration. He would just have to wait until V1 caught up with him. After a minute, Gabriel heard the familiar sound of the whiplash being cast out and retracted. He called V1 over.

    “M-machine?! I need assistance please.” 

The sounds paused for a second before continuing in his direction. Eventually, metallic steps sounded on the building he was strung over. An electronic trill played through V1’s speakers, a sound he had learned meant it was amused. He turned his head away in shame.

    “I… I don’t want to talk about it. Please just get me down?”

The machine nodded, approaching him to undo the binds that held the (former) Righteous hand of the Father. It grasped his waist, preparing to pull him down. He let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

    V1 quickly retracted its hands, cocking its head in concern.

    “It’s alright, you didn’t hurt me. It just…” He paused, refusing to meet V1’s optic. It definitely didn’t hurt, but it sure as hell tickled. 

    “...nevermind. You may continue.”

V1 narrowed its optic in response, as if doubting his answer. It grabbed his waist again, making Gabriel choke back some giggles.

    “Machihine! Be careful!”

It never encountered a predicament like this. If it didn’t hurt, then what was Gabriel feeling? V1 searched its database for a word to describe it, and quickly found the answer.

tick·le

/ˈtik(ə)l/

verb

1.

lightly touch or prod (a person or a part of the body) in a way that causes itching and often laughter.

It narrowed its optic again, this time in mischief. 

"What's with that look? No, wait, what are you- ngh!" He bit his lip to stop laughter from escaping as V1 poked his sides. He hadn't been tickled in over a millennium. It brought back fond memories of when he was a mere cherub, without a care in the world. His thoughts were interrupted by a squeeze to the hips. He let out a couple titters, despite trying not to. It wasn't until V1's hands wandered down to his thighs that he burst out laughing.

"Gah! Machihihihine! Nohot there!" V1 made another amused whirr. Keeping its hand squeezing at his thigh, it reached out with its knuckleblaster and gently clawed at his stomach. His laughter picked up a notch and his legs kicked out a bit. It felt like electricity was coursing through his body, despite the power lines lacking it. He hid his burning face in his shoulder. Though it was the most embarrassing moment he'd had in years, he'd be lying if he said he hated it. It felt like none of his worries mattered, not the council, not his loss of faith, just this odd sensation. Still, he had a reputation to uphold.

"Unhahahand me yohohou scoundREL! Shihihit!" The machine had added another hand to the mix, scribbling at his underarm. He cursed the multi-armed monster that stood before him. After a minute of "torture," all the hands suddenly drew back and he took the chance to catch his metaphorical breath. 

"Are…hah. Are you dohone?" Unsurprisingly, the machine didn't reply, simply staring at something behind him. It took a second to realize it was staring at his wings.

"What? Oh. No. No! Get away from me, you hunk of scrap!" Oh, that was a mistake. V1 glared at him from the insult. He shifted uncomfortably in response. Pulling at his binds only made them stretch taut.

"I-uh. I'm sorry? Wait, nononono. DohoHOHON'T! AHAHAHA!" Two hands scritched at the skin beneath his feathers, a much more intense sensation than before. An angel's wings were very sensitive, so he was glad it was being gentle, though it felt absolutely maddening. He was mortified at the snort his laughter produced. 

"Snrk-staHAHAHA!" He was struggling to form words at this point, arching his back in desperation. Gabriel screeched when another hand scribbled at his wings. Damn that arm-stealing machine! 

Meanwhile, said arm-stealer was having the time of its life. It hasn't seen Gabriel laugh much (other than during their second fight, where it was convinced he'd lost his mind), and was… happy? Yeah, it was happy. (emotions are hard) V1 was happy to help him let loose, making sure to keep its touches light, in fear of hurting the angel. They agreed no harm came to each other outside of sparring.

Gabriel on the other hand, was dying (kind of). He was thrashing like his life depended on it, squeezing his many eyes shut behind his helmet in laughter. His feathers bristled due to the sensation, inadvertently allowing more access to the sensitive skin underneath. When yet another hand was added to the mix, he threw his head back and let out a couple bird-like chirps, much to his embarrassment. With one last tug on his restraints, the power lines snapped, dropping Gabriel to the building. Luckily, the fall was negligible, but he still landed on his back with a solid oof. 

V1 beeped rapidly, its shoulders shaking up and down. It was laughing at him.

"Plehease… hah. Nehever do that again." 

The machine just snickered. Gabriel sighed, but truth be told, he didn't really mind.

"Ugh. Fihihine. Just…be gentle." V1 gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Gabriel gave a dazed chuckle, mimicking the gesture from his spot on the floor.

[natti-ice]

always for you, pookie

i’m currently thinking about how pathetic season 3 steve harrington is, y’know?

him in his stupid sailor uniform that looks too good on him and his stupid flirtations that fail bc of how ridiculous he looks

but rn im just imagining a dom reader absolutely wrecking steve while they ride his cock and call his uniform “cute”

but those are just my thoughts 🤭

18+ mdni

OH MY GODDDD!!!

He’s normally so confident but for some reason he absolutely lost his touch, when he’s around you he turns into such a pussy… it’s adorable. He pretends that he hate how much you turn him on when you jokingly make fun of him for his silly little uniform, but he wants nothing more than for you to rip it off of him and make him cum inside you.