#teen suite

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Vanessas meet their younger selves..

[andstuffsketches]

Cass should try dating impulse next, just to complete as much of the yj core four set as she can (and annoy tim)

I love bart allen a lot but i think it would never happen lol

[daily-borgia]

Bedroom (Miami)

[pokeberry5]

titans of tomorrow

aftermath:

[captainmaxatx]

I think Deadpool and Wolverine 2 should start with them beating the shit out eachother in some nondescript field, just going full tilt completely mauling eachother

And then we see colossus come out the mansions back doors and he starts yelling about them ruining the lawn

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: Did I ever tell you how pretty you are when you're angry?

Kory: Well, I must be gorgeous, because I'm furious!

[dummy-dot-exe]

RA🐰EN by AetherionArtOG

[erinwantstowrite]

saw some pants on pinterest.... thought of discowing... couldn't be stopped...

[arkangelo-7]

Someone needs to turn that iconic run of Young Justice into a tv shows. Call it Young Justice ‘98, make it animated, give it a boppy soundtrack of Y2K hits, write it the most unserious yet most emotionally charged script, and then add on like six seasons.

Or. I don’t know. Don’t do that. (Do it, James.)

[esmiara]

Ah, to be a yakuz- I mean. Ah, to be a tiny drunk japanese mafioso

[celebtf]

THE TRUE ALPHA PART 1

Theo Raeken paced in his dimly lit lair, his mind swirling with schemes to dethrone Scott McCall and claim the title of Alpha. Despite his formidable strength, Scott's pack remained loyal to him. But Theo had found a weakness in Scott’s armor: his best friend, Stiles Stilinski.

Theo’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight as he recalled his recent encounter with the witches. They had given him a spell capable of transforming him into anyone he desired. With this power, Theo could switch bodies with Stiles, infiltrate Scott’s inner circle, and take Scott down from the inside.

In the heart of a ancient forest, Theo approached a circle of hooded witches. The air was filled with dark energy as they chanted incantations. One witch stepped forward, holding a vial of glowing liquid.

Theo smirked. He took the vial and headed towards Beacon Hills, ready to set his plan in motion.

Late one night, Theo cornered Stiles in an abandoned warehouse. Before Stiles could react, Theo uncorked the vial and drank the potion. A blinding light enveloped them, and Theo felt his body morphing, bones and flesh twisting painfully.Theo dropped to his knees, gasping as his skin bubbled and stretched. His bones crackled, reshaping themselves with excruciating precision. Muscles tore and reformed, leaving him trembling and drenched in sweat. Stiles screamed, clutching his head as the same agonizing transformation wracked his body.

When the light finally dimmed, Theo looked down at his hands—Stiles’ hands. They felt strange, smaller and more delicate. He ran his fingers over his new face, smirking at the unfamiliar contours. He could feel the new strength in his limbs, the quick reflexes that came with Stiles' lean frame.

Theo stood up, a wicked grin spreading across his new features. He glanced at a shattered mirror on the warehouse wall and stared at his reflection. Stiles’ brown eyes looked back at him. Theo tilted his head, examining the angles of his new face, the way the light caught the sharp lines of his jaw.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice now carrying Stiles’ distinct timbre. “Absolutely perfect.”

Meanwhile, Stiles, trapped in Theo’s body, stared in horror. He looked down at his new, larger hands, the claws tipping each finger, and felt the raw power coursing through his unfamiliar muscles. His mind raced.

“No...no, this can't be happening!” Stiles shouted, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the empty warehouse. He stumbled towards the mirror, recoiling at the sight of Theo’s reflection. “What have you done?!”

Theo, now fully embracing his new identity, shrugged nonchalantly. “Just playing field, Stiles. Or should I say... Theo?”

As Theo adjusted to his new body, he played the part of Stiles flawlessly, gaining Scott's trust and access to the pack's secrets. Scott and the others noticed "Stiles" acting strangely, but they attributed it to the stress of their constant battles.

Stiles, as Theo, tried to warn Scott, but his new appearance made it impossible. The pack saw him as an enemy, and Scott, though conflicted, couldn’t risk trusting him.Theo’s plan progressed smoothly. As “Stiles,” he sowed seeds of doubt and discord within the pack. He subtly undermined Scott’s decisions and manipulated events to weaken his leadership.

To be continued...

[andthendk]

Late Halloween: warning! Mild Spice🔥

When I asked my friends for quick Halloween ideas, this is what I got

Y'all NASTY.....(I love it🩷) So after what, 5 days this is probably the quickest piece I've finished....albeit late 😂😂 I feel like this one's similar to one of my earliest lemon🍋 works? Anywho, hurrah until we meet again on smutweek, folks 😂

And yes they are full grown adults here. Anyways you have been warned ❤️‍🔥

[BEHIND SCENE PLOTS] I had no time to draw but wanted to share anyway...😂

- them cheeks (everyone's loss rly, the real "behind scene")😙

- full shot of cop Damian; Raven at first decided against using the sexy ver. because she respects the mantel and all its forebearers a ton(and it's silly)....but after seeing Damian's cop costume she decided she'll need to make sure they don't attend ;)) next year she's gonna make them go as frumpy salt & pepper shakers or something🧂🧂

- Titus in a three-headed Cerberus plushie costume + custom-made pumpkin Bottega bag for treats🐾🎃

- Kori, at the party, giving a knowing look while Dick's confusion twofolds *flashbacks to several of their own Halloween shenanigans*🌝😹

- (As per the lovely idea-pitcher) Damian later seriously contemplating, "I'm into it, but what does it say about me?" w/ Harley and her professional clipboard scribbling madly in the background🤡👩🏼‍⚕️

- Robin!Raven's revenge, 'cause no Robin gets f**ked over by the police and leaves like that😎💥

[silvixxen]

Well… the people spoke ☝️

[ekadouble]

Here is his story / Voici son histoire : 1: Ryan était un homme sportif et son corps le montrait. Il faisait du sport tous les jours et cela depuis son adolescence. Mais un jour, après avoir gagner une grande course de marathon, il décida de fêter cela en mangeant la bouffe qu'il s'interdisait mais qu'il aimait tant, la malbouffe. Il se mit dans une tenue confortable et commença son festin. /Ryan was an athletic man and his body showed it. He was doing sports every day since he was a teenager. But one day, after winning a big marathon race, he decides to celebrate by eating the food he forbade but loved so much, junk food. He changed into comfortable clothing and began his feast.

2: Cependant, le lendemain, il se sentit quelque peu plus paresseux et décida de prendre du repos et de ne pas faire du sport ce jour-là. C'est ce qu'il continua de faire les deux semaines suivantes. Il perdit de sa masse musculaire et devint plus gras ; mais il ne s'en rendait pas compte. Il préférait se prélasser devant la télé, et critiquer les différents sportifs sur leur niveau qui était selon lui déplorable. / However, the next day he felt somewhat lazier and decided to take some rest and not exercise that day. This is what he continued to do for the next two weeks. And he became softer ; but he didn't realize his body changed. He preferred to relax in front of the TV, and criticize the various athletes on their level which was, according to him, deplorable.

3: Cela faisait cinq mois qu'il avait pris sa "pause". Et il avait continué de grossir. Il continuait à dévorer une quantité toujours plus importante de malbouffe ; il passait ses journées sur son canapé à se prélasser dans son corps désormais bien gras, à regarder la télé et à jouer à des jeux vidéos. Pour lui, sa vie était devenu paradis. Et quand le matin, il se levait et qu'il passait devant le miroir dans le couloir de sa maison ; et qu'il constatait ce ventre bien gras qui tremblait à chacun de ses pas, ces poignées d'amour, ces jambes plus potelées et ses fesses plus énormes que jamais et qui dévoilaient, avec grâce, toute leur grasse splendeur lorsqu'il s'abaissait. Il se rendit compte que tout cela était sien et il caressait alors son corps graisseux et se disait qu'il était devenu plus beau gosse que jamais. / It had been five months since he took some “rest”. And he continued to gain weight. He continued to devour an ever-increasing amount of junk food; he spent his days on his couch lounging in his now chubby body, watching TV and playing video games. For him, his life had become paradise. And when, in the morning, he got up and walked past the mirror in the hallway of his house; and that he noticed this very fat belly which trembled with each of his steps, these love handles, these legs chubbier and his buttocks more enormous than ever and which revealed all their fatty splendor when he was lowering. He realized that it was all his and he then caressed his fat body and said to himself that he had become more handsome than ever.

4: Les semaines et les mois passèrent, et il n'en finissait de s'engraisser, il dut même refaire sa garde-robes pour l'adapter à sa nouvelle grosseur. Il devenait pour lui de plus en plus pénible de se déplacer ; même changer de position sur le canapé et prendre sa sainte nourriture sur la table lui semblaient pénibles. Pourtant, il aimait tout de même cela, sentir son gras rouler et toucher les autres partir de son corps l'exciter. Il aimait par ailleurs jouer avec son ventre et ses pectoraux semblables désormais à des seins, sentir son gras se mouvoir sur lui était d'une véritable extase. Il admirait son ventre, ses poignées d'amour, ses bras et ses jambes devenir toujours plus gras alors qu'il se goinfrait. Certains soirs, il s'endormait sur son canapé, gras comme un porc et entouré d'emballages de pizzas ; le matin lorsqu'il se réveillait, son ventre débordant de ses vêtements, il ne pensait qu'à une chose, manger. Alors, il caressait son corps bien en forme, se demandant s'il voulait vraiment ; mais l'appel de la faim et du gras finissait toujours par l'emporter, et il devenait toujours plus gros. Et d'autres soirs encore, alors qu'il dormait, c'était l'appel d'une fringale nocturne qui le réveillait ; ainsi il se levait, et marcher faisant bouger son corps de toute sa grosseur vers le frigo, et il prit tout ce qu'il trouvait ; pots XXL de nutella, donuts, beignet, gâteau à la crème, caramel ou encore au chocolat rien ne lui résistait. Il devenait encore plus gros que jamais, son gras débordait de partout et ses vêtement devenaient trop serrés à nouveau. Il se sentait perdre le contrôle. / The weeks and months passed, and he continued to gain weight, he even had to redo his wardrobe to adapt it to his new size. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to move around; even changing positions on the sofa and taking his holy food from the table seemed painful to him. Yet he still loved it, feeling his fat rolling and touching others from his body excited him. He also loved playing with his stomach and his pectorals, which were now like breasts; feeling his fat moving on him was truly ecstatic. He admired his belly, his love handles, his arms and legs growing ever fatter as he stuffed himself. Some evenings, he fell asleep on his couch, as fat as a pig and surrounded by pizza wrappers; In the morning when he woke up, his stomach overflowing with his clothes, he only thought of one thing, eating. So he stroked her fit body, wondering if he really wanted to; but the call of hunger and fat always won out in the end, and he always got fatter. And still other evenings, while he was sleeping, it was the call of a nocturnal craving that woke him up; so he got up, and walked, moving his whole body towards the fridge, and he took everything he found; XXL pots of nutella, donuts, donuts, cream cake, caramel or even chocolate nothing could resist him. He was getting even bigger than ever, his fat was overflowing everywhere and his clothes were becoming too tight again. He felt himself losing control.

5: Plus de neufs mois avaient passé depuis son changement de vie. Il rigolait en pensant que son bébé ne devrait plus tarder. Thanksgiving, et le mois de décembre étaient passés et cela se remarqué sur son corps toujours plus gras. Lors des fêtes, il avait ignorer tous les commentaires désobligeants que ses proches lui eussent faites sur son nouveau physique ; il s'en contrefichait, il se sentait bien dans son corps c'était ce qui comptait le plus. Il savait qu'il pouvait avoir des complications de santé, mais il préférait s'y croire immuniser, et se concentrer sur le buffet. Maintenant, les soirs il n'allait plus se coucher dans son lit, il préfère le canapé, cela lui demandait moins d'effort. Maintenant, lorsqu'il devait se lever c'était pour aller chercher la nourriture qu'il venait de commander. Ce qu'il mangeait au début de son nouveau régime en une journée, est maintenant ce qu'il consomme en un repas, l'un de ses neuf repas de la journée. Toujours plus énorme, il sentait ses vêtements le serrer de nouveau, mais il avait la flemme d'en commander de nouveaux. Ce n'est que quand ses joggings se déchirèrent laissant apparent l'énormité de ses jambes et que ses hauts trop petits et trop moulants, laissaient visible son ventre si gras et rond qu'il rivaliserait avec la grosseur des plus gros sumos ; qu'il décida finalement à se commander de nouveaux vêtements en même que cinq gâteaux à cinq étages. / More than nine months had passed since his change of life. He laughed, thinking that his baby shouldn't be long. Thanksgiving and December had passed and it was noticeable on his ever fatter body. During the parties, he had ignored all the derogatory comments that those close to him had made to him about his new physique; he didn't care, he felt good in his body that was what mattered the most. He knew he could have health complications, but he preferred to believe he was immune to them, and concentrate on the buffet. Now, in the evenings he no longer goes to bed in his bed, he prefers the sofa, it required less effort. Now, when he had to get up it was to go get the food he had just ordered. What he ate at the start of his new diet in a day is now what he consumes in a meal, one of his nine meals a day. Ever more enormous, he felt his clothes tightening again, but he was too lazy to order new ones. It was only when his jogging pants were torn, revealing the enormity of his legs and his tops, which were too small and too tight, left visible his belly, so fat and round that it would rival the size of the largest sumo wrestlers; that he finally decided to order new clothes as well as five five-tier cakes.

6: Ryan était vraiment obèse, il ne savait s'il voulait en venir là. Tout lui semblait plus compliquer et il ne savait plus trop s'il aimait son corps qui était devenu vraiment énorme. Ce qu'il savait néanmoins, ce qu'il n'arriverait pas à faire machine arrière, il n'en aurait pas la force. Il se condamnait ainsi à devnir toujours plus gros, et à se goinfrer, mais ça il aimait se goinfrer. / Ryan was really obese, he didn't know if he wanted to come to that. Everything seemed more complicated to him and he no longer really knew if he liked his body which had become truly enormous. What he knew, however, was that he would not be able to turn back, he would not have the strength. He thus condemned himself to becoming ever fatter, and to stuffing himself, but he liked to stuff himself.

[rockethorse]

The basegame wedding dress has a pregnancy morph??

[incorrectbatfam]

Kory: Roy is looking for a six-foot guy.

Dick: Well that’s unrealistic.

Dick: Jason's only got two feet.

Kory: