#sunny 1

[charmac]

You just know they went and dug up the Charlie Got Molested script when they wrote Frank Shoots Every Member of the Gang

[gender-trash]

it was weird living outside california for the first time and learning that in most locations people DON'T have personal beef with their electrical utility??? massachusetts was like "eversource: it's fine? i don't really think about it." meanwhile i'm pretty sure everyone in california loathes pg&e passionately

[fanart-and-tingz]

sunny!!!! didn’t feel like doing lineart so just a sketch today (:

[chrliekclly]

more meme dialogue doodles cuz they were fun, wanted to get back to my bb charmac roots w these ones

[crowcrash]

The Dragonets of Destiny

I Originally did this for Smaugust day 1 “from a book” except it took way too long so i’ve decided i am not doing Smaugust lol

ive always wanted to draw the dragonets and iron out my designs for them and im super happy with how this turned out. maybe ill do a pt 2 and 3 with the povs from the other arcs…?

you are welcome to use my designs as long as you credit me :)

design notes:

Coming from a blood-red egg, Clay is immune to damage from fire. Instead of becoming scarred he develops faint swirl-markings across his scales as marks of his ability to withstand intense heat. He has hazel eyes that appear more green in contrast to his warm coloring.

Tsunami is covered in scars from the many battles she’s been through, including ripped fins, burnt gills, and slashes all over her body. She offsets her worn intimidating appearance with ropes of pearls around her horns; gifts from her mom in the kingdom of the sea. After Clay she is the largest of the dragonets.

Glory is noticeably duller than most RainWings, and tends to keep her coloring in the green-blue spectrum. She too is covered in scars, but unlike the other dragonets these are not marks from battle but rather evidence of Kestrel’s hatred. Being a very humble queen, she prefers to keep her attire simple: a crown of flowers and silver hoop earrings.

Starflight wears glasses, and instead of being fully blinded by lava in the volcano he was partially blinded by the intense light which permanently damaged his eyes. He can only pick up light, dark, and the shapes of objects and other dragons. He is covered in scars along his side from the volcano, but was lucky enough to have Clay shield his head from any of the damage.

Sunny is the smallest of the five, and her bright coloring is noticeably very different from the usual pale sandy grey of most SandWing’s. Her eyes are a very very dark green, and she wears an amber teardrop earring; a gift from her mother in the kingdom of the sand as a reminder of her home. Her adopted brother Qibli has one very similar. She is noticeably the least scarred of the dragonets, as she was able to use her small size to wiggle out of battles.

[iasipwardrobe]

[errorwing]

sunny !

[zipsunz]

it's always raining in faraway town ☔️

[bullsharkz]

the silliest lizards

[mrsbakashi]

sunny side battle ova

[charmac]

Rob's been writing subtle gay sex into Sunny since day 1

[egonkula]

the worst women u know

[midnightfrappe]

you guys can’t deny it

[chrliekclly]

genders so, like, old school

[iasipwardrobe]

[ghastlybirdie]

Oops, thinking about...

+18, mdni

The fainting stinging sensation underneath your eyes from Simon rubbing the delicate skin raw, each tear caught in the pads of his thumbs as he wiped them away, his gruff voice seemingly eons away as static filled your ears.

Simon tangled your legs over his shoulders, your joints and muscles too taut to move them down on your own without your brute of a man manhandling you again, your limbs shaking where they were hooked while Simon let primitive instincts take over his body.

His hips rolled, bucked, pounded into you for who knows how long, his cock filling your cunt in a way you couldn't fathom, though your mind has run clear of all coherent thoughts and senses the moment Simon's mouth was on yours once he came home.

But it felt like the ground crumbled right beneath you when your legs shook and voice wavered for the umpteenth time, the reddening mark on Simon's shoulder growing deeper from where you planted your teeth, your orgasming growing again and again- Only from Simon to slow down and pull himself most of the way out, pussy convulsing in a painful ache with another ruined orgasm.

If you weren't already crying then you most definitely would now. Your hands clawed at his thighs and arms that boxed you inside of his frame, words having lost all sense, eyes pleading for something yet he coo'ed at you as if he could understand your desperation. Of course he did. He heard you before he ruined your makeup and hair, before he ruined your smart brain, before he sunk himself inside of you.

"We have to be safe, lovie." was what he said. That's what he always says. And you understand that well and good but even the "barest skin" of condoms never felt close enough. You just wanted to feel him, feel all of him, but he always insisted. It made sense in the beginning, when you two were just strangers between mutuals. But it's been months now and you feel starved of touch even as he's leaving you boneless and overstimulated underneath him. Yet despite how easily he pulls tremors and moans from you, the thin barrier separating the two of you leaves you stuck in an ouroboros teeter, on the edge of ecstasy and despair, your mind unable to pull logic and pleasure together.

A jolt of electricity spiked up your spine as your clit was bumped ever so gently, the Brit pulling out fully with wet, sloppy squelches as the stretched condom pulled itself off partway, tears falling fresh on your face from feeling so utterly empty.

Your hands wandered over the expanse of muscle and pudge to ground yourself, fingers digging into his skin as you mumbled pleads of your desperations, letting his lips press to your temple as you snaked a hand between your thighs. Seeking, searching, you feel slick rubber first, a pitiful whine leaving you when you pulled at the condom weakly.

If it wasn't for the lustful haze clouding your mind you would of seen the feigned mercy give way to a smile coated in glee as he purred in your ear, letting you desperately roll away the condom to toss aside, before sinking himself inside of you again.

Every ounce of air left your lungs while Simon buried his cock to the hilt, walls clenching down around him leaving your body vibrating, overstimulation forcing your mouth open in silent whines and eyes rolling back, Simon's hips picking up with a frantic pace again, his face tucked away in your neck.

Static flooded your senses once more, the mumbled praises Simon let out into your ear lost to your own ragged moans filling the room, nails sinking into his muscles to ground yourself even for a moment as the eruption of denied orgasms finally crash down onto you, spots filling your vision. Only when you felt a warmth fill inside of you did your limps lax and a weak exhale leave you, did you bathe in the closeness, the intimacy that Simon finally gifted you despite how soft he has gotten and how hot his breath felt on your sticky skin.

You'll have to hide away the box of rubbers from now on. This was all too good to let go just yet.

I just can't stop thinking about how much you want Simon to just skip a rubber and go in raw. Of course he wants to, he just wants to be a menace first before he ruins you

I cant finish this one so uh here you go lol