#pondering these lil orbs

[krissi-klown]

> who up pondering they brorb. (id in alt text)

(brorb credit goes to @gunpowderdtim - taken from the mechs server)

[nuks]

kinda wanting to make a super normal gal who’s a teacher or school nurse?? she loves kids but has never had any bc she wants to fall in love first… she’s soft spoken and kind of a people pleaser? Her ideal fc is jenna fischer from the office HAHAHA

[archivedsorrow]

// would it be too on the nose to make Ivan a vampire in his fantasy au

[i-thiccarus]

[evil-daily-ac]

Spend 3 days not drawing void and suddenly 2 yrs of experience vanish

[sokovianfortune]

well. i have a Concept for a wbn/eternal bloodlines crossover. just not all that sure how i'm gonna execute it.

[swiftfootedachilles]

Sorry that you've been feeling alienated from shamey fandom :( if it makes you feel any better you're literally one of the only gallavich bloggers I consistently like bc 1) you don't diss trevor and 2) I think your takes on the characters have actual Nuance. Tbh I can't bear to watch the show all the way through bc of crazy hell anxiety but it's too interesting to ignore completely. I would never block you <3

yayyyy!

1) meta-wise, trevor is such an interesting and complex character. i wish he was in more episodes, if not at least for getting a trans person more money and fame. like im so real they couldve made him a supervillain but i wouldnt care because it meant elliot fletcher was getting his hard-earned coin 😭 but fr hes far from the worst character in the show, and a lot of the hate ive seen has been obviously transphobic - like if trevor was cis they wouldnt care enough to hate him so much. literally seen more hate for trevor than FRANK (...that can go for a lot of characters on shameless tho. like why do people hate debbie more than FRANK??)

2. the acting really sells the characters for me and i try to stay consistent with the writing - even tho the writers didnt even care enough to stay consistent with the writing - which leads me to interpret all the characters as INCREDIBLY nuanced. like i just said above, trevor did shitty things but i still wanted to see more of him. ians a petty bitch yet i love him with my whole heart. mickey is my favorite character to ponder and microwave in my head, and hes LITERALLY RACIST. everyone on the show is soooo bad and it makes them great and i love complexity and nuance 😋

[anamelessfool]

Would my Ghoul OC hook up with my Ghoul OC?

Edelweiss Ghoul is an adventurous lil freak so yeah he'd "bite"....plus he likes musicians....

May June has suffered unromantic outlaw boors for centuries so yeah a sappy sentimental guy would be a fun diversion

[bigtittypastabitch]

He’s pondering his orb

[eddeearts]

Behold!! Scuttles 2.0!!! My baby moss gremlin guy, just a lil foresty goblin boi, look at heem, he ponder an orb

Look at that rock I drew it came out really well lol, also this was supposed to be a “sketch” but it has at least 30 layers 🤣😭

Here’s Scuttles 1.0 for any who’ve missed him

Scuttles is my blorbo, and kind of a sona. Anyways he makes me feel like dis:

And every interaction with my boi will make me go like dis:

[nuks]

hes so cute i cry... he's gonna be a soft-spoken short king who works at his sister's bakery and goes to college for.... i haven't decided yet!

[dilftaroooo]

݁ ִ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 "

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ after some convincing i finally decided to write this nasty lil imagine or whatever this shit is, enjoy, mwah~ (p.s. for the native spanish speaking girlies, pls lmk if i fucked up on anything)

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ wrd count: 2.2k+

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆ tags/tw: mdni 18+ race/ethnicity neutral + age gap (reader can be from 18 to early 20s! so college aged) + dilf!miguel (mid to late 30s) + don’t trust him he’s using u!!! + afab reader + sweet nothings + spanish petnames + cursing + unprotected sex + miguel is a perv + exhibitionism(?) + expensive cars + money + and big booty bitches (you).

Just thinking of you stumbling upon dilf!miguel as you go by door to door offering to wash peoples’ cars for a few bucks. You weren’t expecting a behemoth to be behind the tall, mahogany, double doors to answer your languid knocks – a handsome one at that. One that stood six-nine feet tall paired with honey drizzled orbs surrounded by hooded lids. Soft tufts of hair shimmered burgundy with silver specks which were gifted to him from prolonged time. His tan skin brightened under the powerful sun but it still wasn’t enough to obscure the fine forehead wrinkles and smile lines that adorned his features.

“Can I help you?” The deep baritone of his voice rumbled so deeply you wouldn’t be surprised if you were to look down and see the bucket of soapy water you brought ripple at its force. It should be you that’s supposed to be helping him. You’re the one going from neighborhood to neighborhood asking uninterested people to wash their cars for some cash that wouldn’t even last you a few days. But a side hustle is a side hustle, you thought. Nothing wrong with a stash for a rainy day.

You take note of how seductively the black wife beater he wore embraced his torso and how his pecs puffed out at you like some majestic penguin in the cool lands of Antarctica, staring down at you, a piece of flopping fish dreading to be eaten as he cocks his head to the side waiting for a response. His shoulders are broad and his muscles are taut and veiny – you ponder on what his reaction would be if you were to trace his veins from his neck down to his finger tips and tell him how badly you want them inside you. Gulping down the saliva that was building up on top of your tongue, you spoke your first words like a toddler.

“Would you, um-” Why couldn’t you finish your sentence on the first try? Did you forget how to speak English? Perhaps that’s only the case around him and a few other gorgeous people you’ve met in the span of your years living on earth. “Do you need to have your car washed – sir? I can wash it for fifteen.” You sounded so weak and frail to Miguel, just like how most college-aged girls sounded when they managed to have some sort of interaction with him – their hands clasped firmly around their elbow as they sway from side-to-side, asking him frivolous questions before poking their chest to get him to catch a glimpse of their cleavage that peeked out from their low cut tops. They all played the same game – a game he always loved to play.

He takes this moment to observe what you had on; a peach colored camisole that matched the flower placed delicately in your hair along with the daisy dukes that revealed your plump thighs. Not too skimpy. At least you were somewhat modest. A cute, weak, little thing you are.

He grins and you can see his crows feet crinkle at the gesture, his canines looking sharper than most. “Of course. Been a while since I’ve gotten her cleaned up.” He reassures you to wait for him as he gets his car from the garage and when you lay eyes on the ‘Ferrari SF90 Spider’ he displayed to you, your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. It was a car model that you couldn’t even afford to dream of, glowing a dark navy blue with a rear wing that was coated in a vibrant red. Its engine roaring loudly and aggressively, telling you who the alpha is in the midst of asphalt concrete and dotted yellow lines. Miguel twitched at the gasp you couldn’t contain.

“A-are you sure you want me to wash this?” You ask while ogling at the car parked in front of you. This wasn’t a car some teenager bought with the aid of their low minimum wage job at a department store, this was a sports car – a Ferrari! This was something that should be washed professionally. “I’m no expert car washer or whatever those guys are called. As much as I would love to help you I don’t think I’m fit for something so…luxurious.” He lets out an airy chuckle that kisses your eardrums.

“No worries, cariño.” He would say and it makes your heart tremble and thighs clench. You’re not proficient in Spanish. Only remembering the fundamentals you learned when you were still in grade school and several language apps you’ve downloaded on a whim but you heard that word before in several love songs you’ve come across. ‘Darling’ is what it means. An affectionate pet name.

Miguel drinks up your reaction like drinking water in the Sahari desert. It was the last drop left in a flask that was so kindly offered by you, smiling at him with dry lips as he sticks his tongue out, aching for the pure droplet. You were so considerate – not wanting to risk destroying his five hundred-thousand plus car that he deliberately squandered his money on. But it was ok with Miguel. He always has money to spare.

He finally convinced you to do the job and get his vehicle all cleaned up and tidy. You instantly got to work but not before murmuring a sugary ‘thank you’’ and taking your sponge to the roof of his car. You and Miguel would conjure up some small talk such as your hobbies or careers. You’ve learned that he was a father of a little girl named Gabriella. His ‘sweet sunshine’ is what he would call her. You found that attractive – a father who is willing to take care of their offspring with genuine affection. His wife must be lucky…well, if he had one she would be, you think.

Miguel didn’t go deep into explanation at his lack of a spouse. A typical “It just wasn’t meant to be.” fell from his lips as he looked off to the direction of his house. Sensitive topic, maybe. Which is why he decided to shine the light on you. “You’re in college, right? Anyone there sweep you off your feet?”

All of a sudden, you feel coy. Embarrassed and bashful at your answer being a firm “no, there has not, Mr. O’Hara.” There’s a slight quiver in your voice but Miguel can tell that you’re trying to remain neutral and not break into tiny pieces under his watchful gaze. And just like every man thinks when they see an attractive young woman who claims they don’t have a partner, he asks why – why hasn’t anyone stepped up to you and asked for your number in hopes for a date? Why hasn’t anyone paid for your meals at semi-expensive restaurants? Why hasn’t anyone told you they loved you more than anyone they could ever imagine before clasping their hands under your chin, gazing at soft, plump lips before pressing them onto theirs? Why hasn’t anyone dared to run mischievous fingers up the hem of your dress before tasting the sensual keen you let out due to the fingertip teasing your throbbing clit?

Then Miguel remembers there’s a difference between boys and men.

You would notice how sinful Miguel’s gaze is on you. Like a stray cat preparing to pounce on a small alley mouse, the feline waiting as patience is his best friend. The mouse is aware of the cat’s presence and stiffens like a rock. “I just haven’t found the right, uh, time. Though, I would like to…” You try your best to conceal your face, you felt as though he was staring too hard. Miguel adjusts his stance to be directly next to you and you smell his scent – like masculinity, vetiver, and sweat. Your knees buckle.

Then the cat sluggishly leaned in on its prey, familiarizing itself of the little mouse’s smell. “No time for it, huh, amor? Guess pretty girls are too busy for romance, what a shame,” His tsks were faux but they still made you feel bad however you didn’t have the time to empathize with his breath streaming down the curve of your neck and his hand caressing your waist. His hips were practically against your lower back as a result of his staggering height and you can feel his bulge poke you excitedly. “Who will I have to love me at night? It gets so cold sometimes.”

Finally that cat strikes, working its fangs in the fragile neck of the weak mouse. With hands firmly planted on the hood of his sports car, your shorts were practically ripped away from you as Miguel takes its place with his big hand, digits rubbing over the cotton fabric of your panties at the direct spot your swollen clit lays, aching and pulsing for his attention. Your back was securely glued to his chest as he loses his patience and rudely shoves your panties to the side, pushing back your clitorial hood with a skilled finger to hear you squeak like said mouse under the grip of the fervent cat.

“Mr. O’Hara. We can’t. Not out here.” The words exhale from your lips so elegantly as you try to prevent Miguel’s free hand from lifting up your loose camisole top above your breasts, to no avail. They glistened under UV rays and sweat, your areolas were puffy and craved Miguel’s assertive touch. You both were out in the open driveway of his home with dozens of other beautiful houses encasing the area yet there was no one in sight but people still had windows they could look out from. Everyone looks out their window from time to time, right? Maybe not unless they hear the muffled moans and wet squelches coming from outside to which they wouldn’t be able to contain their curiosity and feel compelled to take a quick peek between their blinds only to be met with their hot neighbor ramming the living daylights out of some young woman they’ve never seen before.

Both rocking in harmony as you relish in the filthy pleasure you are both given. The suds from the soapy water covers the expanse of your tummy and forearms as you feel Miguel abuse your guts with the hard tip of his reddened cock. Filling you like a hand in a latex glove, you feel so full, so stuffed, so cramped with all of his veins and precum as he grips a hand around your neck like your favorite, pink, choker – reminding you of oh how dumb you sound taking his dick like the ‘buena puta’ you were made to be. His trimmed, pubic hairs tickled your ass each time he plunged his way back in you after teasing you lightly whenever he pulled out to the head.

“Ay Dios, amor. You’re clenching around me so tightly. You aren’t gonna let me go? Want me to cum in your filthy, young, pussy out here in the middle of my driveway? Have you any decency? Mierda.” He would groan in the shell of your ear. His canines brush against the skin softly and you bite your lip for the fourth time that afternoon as he continued to have his way with you.

“I do,” You pathetically start. “I do have some, ugh, decency, sir. I do.”

“But you’re not showing that to me, love. That isn’t what I see here now, is it? Is this the same girl talking to me while she lets me stuff her full with my cock, hm?” The tap-tap-tapping of his thighs colliding with yours crescendos into a louder pitch, one much more noticeable than a few minutes ago and you wish you could cover yourself with an invisible cloak. He kisses his wet kisses and speaks his sweet nothings as he hovers over your small, mouse-like, appearance with his hulking form. It would have scared you if not for the pecks he left on your body and the conjuring of soft coos he knows you would like to hear.

It was too hot, metaphorically and literally. The sun was blazing and the combination of both of your body heat was not ideal for this kind of weather but Miguel just looks so good fondling your tits and pumping his warm seed into the wet cavern of your insides while he slurs out cursed spanish phrases from his tongue that you couldn’t even bother to pick up, too busy savoring the spurts of cum leaking in your used cunt.

Fortunately, in the middle of your fucked-out daze, Miguel was nice enough to pull the panties and shorts back in their reserved spots (you felt his cum pile up in your underwear as soon as he lifted them up and you shivered at the feeling). You feel something wiggle its way between your hip and the hem of your shorts just for you to look down and catch sight of the wads of cash he stuffed there like you were some cheap whore (perhaps you were).

You glance back up, getting ready to tell him it was only fifteen dollars but he beats you to it by giving you a quick peck on your cheek. It was softer compared to when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Take it. For being so good to me, corazón.” His crow’s feet appear again and you silently wish to give each line a kiss but it was already too late once he turned around and stepped foot into his house, locking his door shut with a loud ‘click’.

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[riotlain]

Damian x younger brother reader being a chaos duo like at galas they both charm thieve wat into stuff Damian teaching him how to steal weapons and threaten people much to the family disappointment

damian era damian era

im sorry this is short im pondering the orb

NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Devious fucking pairing holy shit

Damian teaches you how to steal shit. You better be a lil charming child because holy shit you need that to get out of trouble 😭😭

Teaches you how to use a sword (so many curtains, tables and stuff have broken now)

He's like stoic or aggressive as hell most the time around others but you can get a few jokes out of him honestly

Y'all aren't allowed to be at galas together. Bruce learnt the hard way

You ended up trying to fight some rich people insulting yalls family name (Damian was def instigating)

Ok honestly ngl you 2 have probably created a prank with the rest of the brothers. It ends with you and Damian winning (yall are both incredibly petty but its funny)

Have you rode on batcow's back? Yes atleast once.

Patrol is insane. Yall have both ran off from Batman to beat the shit out of criminals but it's fine no one ends up hurt

You get hurt at your own stunts tho. Its fine he doesn't snitch

[jswahaarts]

Happy Life Day y’all!!! For this year’s Life Day I’m once again pushing the Yap and Gungi sib agenda!! >:]

BAM! The brothers! The bros!! the sibs!! :]

I imagine during one Life Day celebration, Gungi’s kinda hanging around, not really with anyone during the celebration since he doesn’t know a whole lot of other wookiees. Especially on Kashyyyk. So naturally once he sees Yaupé, the wookiee always giving him lil high fives/fist bumps in the halls, always letting Gungi and his friends ride his shoulders whenever they asked and always listens to his lil stories, he’d gravitate towards him, and of course Yap’—Trying not to seem like he was in a similar situation to the cub— would welcome him with open arms!! The two would then proceed to ponder their Life Day orbs and share cute/funny memories together :] 💚💚💚

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Bg is from Official Star Wars Life Day art !!

[cllynnarts]

9th drawing of my character Skein, the lil moth wizard. ponder an orb lol

[heckeronincheese]

Wizard Flow

Smoking on that dragon scale fent

Got me speaking in ancient tongues at the drive thru.

Amateur sorcerers pondering their orbs and scrying tablets

I'm fuckin over here pondering my bricks and bands. Merlin ain't got shit on me

He forgot I'm him.

This Zaza has me speaking elvish

Pack of level one goblins tried to run off with my percs smoked their silly green asses with the god particle on my hip

Fought off 50 crack fueled Orcs for the last pint of top shelf tavern fent at the town center.

King called me in for a prophecy of his heroic battle. Told that fuck boi to prophesise deez nuts

Haha

This shit ain't nothing to me man

Fought off a dragon with a fifth of henny and a great sword from temu

Get off me broke boi

The high council must've casted grand amnesia cus they forgot him

I've always been him

Sent That lil potter bitch boy to the shadow realm with my dark elf garbanzo pack

Lil shit had no idea what hit em.

Got more inches on me than a tower of dwarves.

This Zaza has me speaking esoteric horrors beyond comprehension while trying to order a bacon egg n cheese.

Were smoking indigenous elvish fronto leaf off a bottle of mead you stupid piece of shit.

Knights tried to run up on my tower

Smited that tin can fuck with my Balenciaga staff.

This shit ain't nothing to me man

The townsfolk needed a powerful potion

Gave those poor saps a fourloko and some fine middle earth crack and said sort it the fuck out.

Turned my scribe into a rat for touching my Gucci robes

My humonculus be hitting that fat dragon cum dark ranger pack blunt in his jar

Poor fucker found a new religion

The paladin shat himself when checking his scripture.

Bard was talking shit so I casted mend buttcrack on his goofy ass.

I've been flipping bricks before yall entered the third era.

Only dressing my mutton in demon tears

Just so I can feel something slime.

Ops needed initiative

Casted magic missile on their whole quadrant

Movin like Nicholas flamel

This emerald ogre taint blaster 3000 perc got me movin different

This Zaza has me moving like a fuckin cracked out water nymph.

I'm casting spells that'd make Gandalf piss,shit,cum, and most likely cry.

Casted the the spell of 45acp on this ops kneecap

Fuck off slime.

I've seen the third era

I've jerked off in the gates of oblivion for a perc. I'm an animal.

This shit ain't nothing to me man.

The orcs are back.

Fuckin astral projecting to the bodega for a 40 and a swisher

Got the switch on my wand

Smoking that dark evil wyrm blood watered druid fronto leaf out of a lich kings cod piece.

Always have been him

My staff is from H&K get on my level

Goblins had no idea what hit em

Haha.

This shit ain't nothing to me man....