#suggestive language cw

[youwantamcdonaldbeautiful]

Hello. Today I bring you. Stupid comics.

[eldritchxembers]

For: Layken, Daniel, or Kit (your pick) | @hxesandruin Location: The Breaking Glass Bar Character: Jack | Biography

The Breaking Glass bar was buzzing with the usual mix of locals, tourists, and those in between, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the polished wood of the bar. The low hum of conversation blended with the soft clink of glass and the occasional burst of laughter. Jack had been there long enough (two weeks) to know the regulars and even make a few acquaintances himself, though most of them wouldn’t remember him once he was gone. It was just the nature of being an out-of-towner.

He slid onto a barstool with a nonchalance that came from too many years of moving around, always one step ahead, never sticking around long enough to make any real attachments. His gaze landed on a man leaning against the counter, nursing a drink in hand, maybe a local.

Jack’s grin was lazy, easy, like he hadn’t a care in the world. He strolled over to the man, no urgency in his steps, like he was just picking up a conversation from where he'd left off. When he reached the man’s side, Jack leaned a little closer, his posture relaxed. He tapped the counter lightly with his fingers, catching the man’s attention with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey, Friend," Jack said with a grin that stretched just a little wider. "You wouldn’t happen to have seen a jean jacket, would ya?" His voice had that easy-going charm, smooth and light like he hadn’t a single worry about whether or not his belongings were in someone else’s hands. "I think I might’ve left it at your place the other night."

There was no hesitation, no real embarrassment in his tone, just pure, unapologetic amusement. He’d left jackets ... and other articles of clothing ... at people’s houses more times than he cared to admit, and this was just the latest in a series of whoopsies. No big deal. There was something effortless in the way Jack spoke, like asking for a lost jacket wasn’t a big deal, and if he had to search for it one person at a time, well, that was just how life worked. It was a game to him, and if it led to a laugh or two along the way, all the better. "If I didn't leave it at your place - my bad. You looked like someone I would have left my clothes on the floor for."

[vexcraft]

idk what to even say here. sorry maybe?

[kittzuxp]

Twomp to it’s core level

[skittymemes]

Discord without context p3!

Once more, the groupchat is back at it again. CW for suggestive content, violence, language, and general tomfoolery.

"Can I buy the maid outfit yet, now that we've got that out of the way?"

"Stupid monsters, I'm trying to deliver a baby!!"

"NOT hee-hee! UN hee-hee!"

"Okay in my defense, I was pulled into a wormhole?"

"HOW THE FUCK IS A BABY GIVING IN TO DESPAIR!?"

“You would look really funny in a hydraulic press.”

"Do you think Icarus and Apollo would be considered toxic yaoi?"

"Legs are just long feet."

"KILLING BABIES IS NOT BASED."

"I'm just going to keep tossing you on the bed. Is this fun for you? Is this why you keep coming back here?"

"You leave my mother's sauce out of this."

"JUST EAT GRASS."

"God, you rolly polly bastards!"

"YOU want to eat it because it looks like marinara. I want to eat it because it looks like paint. We are not the same."

"You can't parry an explosion."

"I wanted to make my walker more exciting so I replaced the tennis balls with bike horns, do you like it?"

"I wanna be a cultist :("

"M-S-C O-U-S, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL MICKEY MOUSE!"

"I'm wishing so hard. I'm wishmaxing."

"I'm wish pilled."

"I bet it would be fun to bite into the middle of a gogurt and suck it out."

"Baby are you a lock? Because I'm going to beat you to death with my key."

"WILL YOU FINISH YOUR NEOPETS DAILIES"

"Crisping all by yourself, handsome?"

"The B52's are my ideal polycule."

"In another life all I wanted to be was a cockatoo eating pizza with you."

"Oh god. He's glistening."

"I'm like reverse clown jesus?"

"I love them dearly but their mould is their fault."

"The humble pizza is a grand canvas for flavour."

[sephiramy]

I have decided this bsky post probably also belongs on tumblr so... here you are, friends

[baekhyunsbestie]

perm kyoong really has me losing my fucking my mind. i’m clutching my chest it’s so hard to breathe im getting dizzy im seeing stars all my feelings for him have multiplied times a million like ​I NEED TO GIVE HIM THE SLOPPIEST TOP LIKE THE WORLD FUCKING DEPENDS ON IT IM SOOOOOO SERIOUS LIKE I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY I NEED HIM IN A WAY THATS CONCERNING TO FEMINISM

[youwantamcdonaldbeautiful]

[chameleongray]

A deep yet languid kiss stole Cole's breath, head spinning and fingers digging into Kai's ass. Against his lips Kai smirked, tugging at Cole's lower one with his teeth before pulling away with a murmured "Something you want?"

"You."

Cole's head fell to the side as Kai worked down his neck, nipping occasionally at the delicate skin and smearing wet heated kisses against olive-toned skin. Nimble fingers slipped into the wild mane of black hair, the other hand taking Cole's chin to redirect his head and lift it, exposing his throat. The earth ninja groaned quietly as Kai continued to lavish attention on his neck, kissing down the hollow of his throat.

His thighs spread, opening Kai's in the process, grip tightening as his shoulders sank and chest heaved, body igniting with want as Kai's scent caught in his nose and lungs like incense, clouding judgement and stifling breath. His arms wrapped around the body pressed against him, craving to touch bare skin instead of clothes, to add his own marks to the countless faded scars.

Cole was an artist, and he wanted to make Kai his canvas.

More than just a canvas, if he was being honest.

A door slammed open from somewhere in the Bounty followed by a distant holler from Jay, driving them apart. Panicked eyes fixed on the closed door of the room, they scrambled to get themselves back in order, then Cole caught a glance dropping to his neck.

"I left a mark."

"We can say it's from training." Cole dove onto his bunk and snatched his sketchbook, footsteps and voices drawing closer. Kai threw himself to the floor and assumed a position for flexibility training just as the door opened and in walked Zane and Jay.

"What took you guys so long? Thought you said it was going to be a quick trip," Kai joked.

"We ended up having to stop a bank robbery then we swung by Chen's to bring home food and on the way got mobbed by fans. Y'know another day in Ninjago. She says hi by the way anyways food's getting cold." Jay vanished, and Cole glanced to Zane.

"Mobbed by fans again, huh," he commented, closing the sketchbook before standing.

"At least they were not Kai's."

"Hey!"

"You can't say it's wrong," Cole pointed out while cracking his back. Kai opened his mouth then decided against an objection, instead saying, "Let's just get food. I wonder how Skylor's been."

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At the worst possible time, Cole started coughing. He kicked the charging enemy away then fled, frantic to reach safety, terrified of what he may cough up this time. Spotting a ladder mounted to the side of a building, he climbed quick as he could, struggling to hold off another coughing fit the best he could. Lungs screaming, vision blurry from shallow pants, he reached the top and busted the ladder to prevent pursuers. Ripped back the hood and dropped to all fours, succumbing to the cough.

The dry hacking of trying to dislodge something consumed him. A sharp metallic taste rose in his throat, beads of blood rolling down his tongue and dripping from his lips, mixed with spit. His fingers dug into the rough concrete of the roof, bracing as something came loose in his lungs and forced upwards. He spit it out, trembling as he glimpsed through tear-stained vision petals.

Yellow with a slight outwards curl.

Hyacinth.

He sat back on his heels, numb and lost in thought. It had taken mere weeks for the cough to change from normal to blood to...this, and it frightened him. The others suspected something wrong; how could they not when he would erupt into abrupt coughing fits or have to run from fights? Kai approached multiple times but Cole played it down.

"It's nothing. C'mon, we have bigger things to worry about."

Eventually Kai stopped asking.

Cole wrapped his arms around himself, eyes closed as tears welled up, rocking back and forth. From the ground he heard his name but didn't respond. Didn't want to go back, but running away wouldn't solve this—or any—problem; he knew that all too well. No, the only thing he could do was go back and try to hide the petals for as long as possible.

Shakily, he stood and walked to the edge of the building, answering his team's calls.

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The sun was mercilessly hot, making an intense day of training even more miserable. Shirts came off, and a knife drove itself into Cole when he saw the marks on Kai's back as fire readied to spar ice.

Red scratches dragging along his spine and shoulders, fingerprint-shaped bruises scattered across. The inconsistent smirk he'd worn all morning was suspicious as were the markings on his neck and collarbones paired with sneaking back in late last night, but this...

Cole's grip tightened causing the staff crack and Nya, Lloyd, and Jay to glance at him with concern. With the deepest breath he could manage with his petal-filled lungs, he claimed to be alright, slowly releasing the staff. It dropped, clattering to the deck as a coughing fit took control, driving him to bolt for the bathroom.

More blood, more saliva, more petals clumped together in full blooms. Retching, struggling for air, vision blurry from tears and lack of oxygen, he collapsed against the cold porcelain with a ragged gasp. Outside he could hear faint arguing and Nya firmly saying "You need to talk to him now". The thought of confrontation made him sick, stomach churning and tying itself into knots.

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A knock at the door.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"...I was scared. You made it clear you didn't want to be more than...than what we were."

A pinch on the bridge of a nose followed by the raking of hands through hair. "You should've said something though. This is your life we are talking about. If I'd known sooner, maybe we could've worked something out but I'm with Skylor now. The pressure and responsibility you just put on me..." A frustrated groan. "Damn it. There's nothing else?"

A tiny shake.

Another deep-seated sigh. "How much longer do you think?"

"Probably not much. I've...been coughing up full flowers. For a while now."

"Dammit" softly whispered, heavy in sorrow.

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Cole wandered into the forest, steps nothing more than unbalanced shambles. Pain gripped his body, his lungs and heart the worst of it all. Blood and petals dripped like rain from his lips, staining his chest. With a weakened wheeze he collapsed against a tree, shaky legs unable to carry him further.

Perhaps...perhaps it was for the best, that he be left out here, his remains never found. The team discovered what had transpired, and it had been an ugly mess of emotional words when he'd stolen away, their voices still ringing in his ears.

But here, beneath the tree, a hand pressed against the soft soil and tuning into the slow and subtle rolling shifts of the earth's energy, he felt at home. Peace, for the first time in a while. His eyes closed, head falling to the side as a bloody hyacinth bloom fell from his lips and landed on a thigh.

After all he was earth, and to the earth he returned.

[arsoniiii]

Hello there!!

I really enjoy your art style. I think it’s very pretty & the muted? (idk if that’s the right word) colour palette you tend to use is very nice.

I’d like to request either a Senor Heuso or a turtle wearing headphones listening to music they like, if that’s okay…

Thank you for the kind words!! Here’s a Hueso!

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Hey Ro, look down your shirt and spell ‘attic’.

Roman: *looks down his shirt* a…t….t…i…c ?

Remus: *snorts* Eyyyy good for you bro.

Roman: Damn it! Oh uh, hey Jan! Jan, spell titty… wait no. Look down my attic… uh, give me your shirt- damn it, wait…

[springysprongy]

Nonsense doodles because I'm unwell

Also very important interaction we had on phighting

[liauditore]

cw// suggestive, general rudeness (he's flipping off someone to the side lol)

I miss life series scott already. what a bastard.

[actual-everhood-interactions]

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[illholy]

❛❛ we've gone to masses together. ❜❜ She's swinging around an artificial phallus, mindless bobbing to and fro of what might possibly be the most frighteningly realistic cock yet ⸻ years of industrial growth and this is what humanity has to show for ; hyperrealistic silicon dicks - hypoallergenic, 40 % discount ! And it comes in BARBIE PINK ! ❛❛ What if we just start working together too, ( @elganac ) Leah ? ❜❜ Too abruptly, she points the monstrosity towards it's too cute of a retailer.

⸻ ❛❛ Give me employment ? ❜❜