#pricked

[sadclowncentral]

sometimes it's not even enemies to lovers. sometimes you get handed the leash of a snarling, barking dog against your will and realize with dawning horror that you are now responsible for teaching it not to bite

[bluerasbunny]

Heheh hello um may i pet sun and if moons okay with it id like to pspsps at em and give him i lil hand made stuft animal sun gets one two :> and mayby if hes okay with it can i give moon a fist bump or just some kinnda contact ik hes shy i am too i dont wannna over whelm the funky fella :>>

not sure sun would be fond of being petted (something about being 'treated like an animal')... but moon seems to enjoy the pspsps-ing!!

[egguv]

no reflection needed.

[kokodrawings]

Naruto ❌ Pokémon

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

Femmes tapping their nails on the table elicits a reaction very similar to a dog hearing a treat bag shake.

[ollypopwrites]

i’m begging some of you to allow female characters be in their 30’s lol you’re all very feminist and progressive until it comes to letting female characters be out of their 20’s and falling in love and experiencing new things and still being considered young. god forbid.

[justn0t]

I've been seeing lots of blackbell lately

[stephreynaart]

ZKBGLGBRXGRLW

[truuskn]

miss the days when his main characteristic was being silly little guy

look at him! he should get arrested because he's breaking hearts with his cuteness!

they drew everything without much of a plan and thinking, how they managed to make all his smiles so shy and gentle?? just like they should be!! prowl, why are you so sweet

he's sooo 🤏🤲

[kookydoodleky]

I know I’ve been missing for a while so here are some monster girls cuddling and kissing :) 👍

[dreamyblanket]

Would eternal sugar scoop y/n onto their cloud and cuddle them on the cloud...possibly to the point of falling asleep? And if anyone tries to get y/n or makes too much noise around y/n or something...eternal sugar death glare?

....I'd love to see that in action, the napping on a cloud with her and cue her being like 'if you wake y/n, you'll regret it" mode lol!

[Sound of sm getting a face full of feathers]

Also! Exstra unfinished sketch under the cut!

[bad12amcomic]

Drapery

cw unreality, scopophobia, injury, mind control

Summary: In his very first fight, Hotguy very bravely and with no problems whatsoever dispatches the terrible villains Gal and Guy! Except wait, maybe that’s not right—Hotguy edits the narrative as he goes, removing Guy and silencing Gal as needed to make himself look like more of a hero as he tells his story. Gal and Guy aren’t amused, but not to worry, they’re defeated! There’s no need to thank him!

[START | PREVIOUS | NEXT] [MERCH] [MISC]

[voiidhearter]

this shit has to be the most graphic design is my passion ass piece ive ever made

[faygos]

someone call cps

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[esstrellaa123]

Okayyyyy said idea

Thinking of Simon who’s a right cunt when it comes to ordering stuff. He has terrible manners, especially when he’s tired

Well, he’s tired, and you’re not having a good day either. He’s caught you on your worse day, and vice versa.

It’s a battle of who’s more stubborn. But it’s your time to shine with your cafe’s new policy: Purge Day. Only on Fridays does this happen, and to your luck, and his annoyance.

“Good evening.” You say with a smile, ready to take his order.

“Medium, bl-.” He tries before getting a spritz of water in his face like a bad cat.

“Good evening.” You say again, smiling the same as if you hadn’t just sprayed him in the face.

“What the fuck?” He grumbles, glaring at you.

Another spritz for language.

“Good. Evening.” You repeat with a smile, head tilted to the side.

Ghost was a quick learner. But also stubborn as shit.

“Good fucking evening.” He replies, still glaring at you.

“What can I fucking get you?” You respond in the happy go lucky tone as usual.

“….” He stares at you for a moment. Wondering if he might be dreaming. The audacity.

“Medium, black.” He finally says.

Another spritz.

“A medium black coffee, you fucking cunt.”

“Ask with some fucking manners. You’re holding up the line.” You respond without a care.

One thing Simon hated was being rushed. He went fucking mental when he first joined the SAS. Being rushed from showers, to eating, to his job. He should be accustomed to it, but he isn’t. And especially not with you.

“A medium, black fucking coffee. Please.” He grits out, glowering down at you. But you were too tired to care. He was a grown man who could be polite as far as you could tell. And he would be if he wanted his ‘mEdIuM, bLaCk FuCkInG cOfFeE’.

“That’ll be 4.50.” You say with that stupid fucking smile. He wanted nothing more than to show you some fucking manners. But instead, he took a deep breath, getting his card out.

He all but tosses it to you, getting another spritz and his card thrown right back.

“That’ll be 4.50.” You reiterate, hand now out to take his card.

A staring contest ensues, but you had the time. You were getting paid for this, not him.

“Just be nice to the lady!” The patron behind him exclaims, clearly fed up with his theatrics.

A sharp look from Ghost is enough to shut him up before he’s back staring daggers at you.

He places his card in your hand, hard enough for you to know he could easily take you. He wasn’t keen on hitting women, but one like you might be an exception if you kept this shit up.

You narrow your eyes slightly, still smiling as you run the card. You’re only slightly miffed that it goes through, wanting to give him more grief or embarrass him in some way. But you can’t, so you politely hand his card back, saying it’d be about a five minute wait and asking his name.

——————

“Simon!” You call from the pick-up counter.

He trudges over to you, still staring daggers at you and that dumb fucking smirk he’d love to wipe off your equally dumb face.

“Say thank you.” You tease, enjoying getting under a rude bastard’s skin.

……

“Thank you.” He grumbles, all but snatching the cup.

“You’re not welcome, fucking cunt.” You mumble under your breath before going to take another order.

“Fuck you.” He calls back.

“Not for a million dollars hun.” You reply back with that same smile.

:>