#thanks a lot

[cirr0stratus]

And just to lay with you,

there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

save lay my rifle down

based on This, aka my new holy text

[pato-roldnart]

"He pulls himself together for the exchange of rings, which is the most wonderful thing Harry’s done in his life."

In the Presence of My Enemy

Commission for @dodgerkedavra fic!!!!!

Thank you so much for commissioning! I'm happy I could draw drarry and design their clothes 🥰🥰, it's always my favourite part jejeje

[ri-dumb-fck]

Ares: what the fuck that little blonde shit done with my daughter?!

Apollo: uh kill her and the being delusional about it

Ares: I'M GOING TO DESTROY HIM

Apollo: hey, let's don't rush into- IS THAT MY SON TROILUS

Ares: SEE?

Apollo: fine, bring me Paris and a fucking bow

[dato-lite]

@lucadoodle @ailius-suffers-through-art @jesterday00 @speedygoreman @toonypow @mysterysnail(Lots of people came🥹)

Thank you so much for attending the magma I opened yesterday, it was so much fun! I'm very happy because I didn't expect so many people to come❣️❣️❣️

[vanillabeast]

Thanks for a lot of love on the kissy sketch 🥰🖤 I got some asks and thank you for that, and I will be replying them later! I was busy well… cooking 🔞 ideas still in wip hell 🌚 any idea where is the best place to post them eventually? I’m going all in into these two and it’s no going back anymore, I’m so uh 🤤 will share one sketch teaser here and asks can keep coming let’s go 🎭

[cum-a-calla]

Roman shotgunning smoke into your mouth when you’re already way too high and greening the fuck out

The room doesn’t spin, it just… it’s not really the same. But it’s not really the room. It’s more your place in it, your physical presence inside of it. Both too small and too much. An invisible halo of fuzz and pressure seems to crown your head, and you laugh a little. It isn’t funny, not really - your heart beats hard, and if you closed your eyes, you could swear that the sound of it rushes in your ears. You could track those tiny little blood cells surging through your veins, follow one all the way through all those channels.

“What’s funny?”

Roman inhales next to you, and reality slams uncomfortably back into focus. He’s taken you up into some VIP lounge area in a club, bass thumping outside (and inside, and everywhere). Neon lights wash him in an alien shade of purple, of blue.

“Nothing,” you say, pulse racing. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’re going to have a heart attack. You waver a little in your seat, watching him, everything in excruciatingly clear detail and fuzzy all at once. It’s like vibrating between two dimensions, or something; there’s a heaviness in your limbs that should feel comfortable, not suffocating.

Roman scoffs and takes another hit off his joint. It’s some intense shit, all wrapped in fancy papers and flecked with gold leaf. It was only a short while ago that he unwrapped it and lit up, and you’d laughed at how stupid it looked, how needlessly edgy it is to sprinkle gold leaf anywhere near a fucking joint. Now? Now you can barely keep a train of thought going, mind wandering everywhere, nowhere, all at once.

“Well, you laughed, so… something must have. You know. Tickled you a little.” Roman smirks and lifts his eyebrows suggestively, offering you the joint. You shake your head immediately, forcing a little smile. God, you’re fucking high. “Aw, come on - don’t pussy out on me now.”

“I don’t mean to,” you laugh, waving it away. “I just… I’m fucking… blasted right now. I - I’m barely holding it together, honestly.”

“Yeah?” His voice dips a little, regarding you for a moment as he leans back in the seat, a cushiony booth that lines the wall. He gestures to himself, rubbing his thigh invitingly. Settling in. “C’mon. Hop on.”

When you laugh uncomfortably in response, he blows a stream of smoke gently into your face, smirking again, eyes hooded.

“I’m not gunna fuckin’… just - stop being so fuckin’ lame. Get in here. Sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You’re aware enough to roll your eyes, but reluctantly, you follow his suggestion. You carefully straddle his thighs, his eyes burning into you the entire time, hands settling familiar and heavy on your thighs. The joint sits between two of his outstretched fingers, the tip smoldering. It’s the only thing in the room not washed in purples and blues, a bright, angry red. Roman takes your chin and brings your attention back to him, holding your gaze.

“I’m just…” You stare at him, studying his face. He’s so utterly gorgeous - the line of his nose, his eyes glinting an unreal green in the room. Is that something with the lights? Are they always so vivid and bright? They dance off the sharp, high cheekbones, the hollows underneath them. You visually trace those curves, and it’s almost like caressing them. You can practically feel his stubble against your lips, if you focus hard enough, the curve of his jaw. The lines etched in his brow, around his eyes when he smiles, the lines around his mouth. The tender little curve of his cupid’s bow. His lips… God, his lips are so -

“You’re just…?” Roman interrupts, lifting his eyebrows. He smiles in a way that makes you feel stupid, and you flush, hiding your face behind your hands. Closing your eyes makes it worse - the world disappears, no visual cues to keep you tethered. It feels like floating, the only real solid contact being Roman’s thighs, the warm length in his slacks. Roman laughs and pulls your wrists tenderly apart, grip forgiving but firm. “Hey - come on. What? What’s up?”

“I’m just… way too high,” you admit with a barely-there laugh. Roman’s smirk melts into a smile, but it’s not one that reaches his eyes. His eyes go dark, little shadows dancing somewhere back there.

“Oh yeah?” He asks softly. Tenderly. He pulls deep from his joint, shifting and jostling you as he sits up a little straighter. He takes your jaw and looks at your mouth, holding his breath. “Open.”

You shake your head, but his fingers dig in tighter, nodding at you, urging you. When you still won’t comply, he trails that hand firmly to the back of your neck, pulling you in. His lips feel even better than they look - warm, soft, his tongue against yours, and then - and then he’s knotting his fingers in your hair, forcing smoke steadily into your lungs. You press your hands to his shoulders but he’s got an iron grip, releasing only once you’ve taken a lungful of his breath into yours, and you cough on the exhale. Smoke comes out in a light little cloud, but you harsh out all the same. Panic pumps icily into your veins and there it is again, your loud, horrifyingly strong heartbeat, everywhere, making you dizzy. Roman’s lips curve into a lopsided, cruel smile, satisfied. He rolls his hips just slightly, just enough to grind his cock against you.

You’re fucked.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he soothes, rubbing his hands up your thigh, thumb tracing lines of fire just on the inside. He takes another deep, impossible drag from the joint, killing it. He ashes it on the fabric of your jeans, over your thigh, until it burns a hole there and has you crying out in pain - he holds you down against him, forcing you to take it as he holds his breath. He flicks the butt across the room and lifts his head once more, making you look at him. He nods, pulling you close. “Again,” he murmurs.

[sexlapis]

gege just drops this hottie and leaves???

[mokiwitt]

My hermitcraft fanarts are getting so much attention omg 🫶🥹

Tumblr is a nice place after all~~

Thanks everyone ! I'll make more in the future 💪

Feel free to make requests if you want to see me draw something :3

( I'm kinda art blocked so any inspo is welcome)

[minslune]

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[kaontic]

Disclaimer: NO. I. AM. NOT. MEGS’. LAWYER.

Got it?

(And I’m probably gonna delete this later because I hate the formatting of this, but I gotta get this out. Can’t help it. There’s too many horrible ideas lol)

That bein’ said, I’ve been finding it pretty ironic how, in Hasbro’s attempts to garner sympathy for Megatron for the better part of 20 years, Sunbow (as Sunbow does best) just casually makes you question everything all over again in all of their lore dumping.

Like—

Woah—

Wait a fraggin’ astrominute guys—

You’re tellin’ me, that Megatron was created to be the ultimate weapon of mass destruction and conquest, by earlier Decepticons, in order to give ‘em an edge over the Autobots, as well as let the Universe know (especially after bein’ ruled by the Quintessons) that you better not mess with Cybertron, lest you be utterly, utterly fragged?

Oh my…there’s a scrap ton to unpack there.

Makes it all the more fascinating (and even incredible, honestly) with the way Megatron carries himself throughout the show.

Listen, as much as I love to make fun of him, I’ll give credit where credit is due. This is an unbiased Decepticon news blog (or at least I’m gonna keep tellin’ myself that—). 🩶❤️🖤

(For example, note the difference here between a Megatron who was essentially designed to be a monster, vs. a Megatron who wasn’t, yet still is one)

Like he's not (maybe unfortunately) just some mindless brute with an army at his disposal (I’d argue none of ‘em are, and if you think so, then I think you’ve been deceived), as how could someone who's just a “mindless brute” even maintain an army, right?

You have to be calm, you have to be patient (and my God, is he patient).

It certainly helps if you're charismatic and cunning too.

Hell, even merciful and strong enough to be gentle.

(As another example, you know he could have easily crushed this guy, and yet to reiterate, he clearly knows his own strength

Granted Bayverse Megatron could have easily done the same to Carly in DOTM, and chose not to, but I just think it’s much more telling with this version considering the origins we’ve just discussed)

Makes you wonder whether he was programmed to have such self-restraint, or he developed that self-restraint on his own.

Yeah, a lot of what he does or doesn't do can be attributed to the show being rated TV-Y7, but—

J-just—

Let’s just roll with and roll the frag out with that lol.

Sunbow Megatron is basically the Iron Giant, if he never damaged his head, if he never had a “Hogarth” to form an attachment to—

He’s a literal gun, but maybe (and I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this) he can’t choose.

As in, he might not actually have the capacity to end his long-term goals (at least on his own. Or with most ‘Cons), due to what the earlier Decepticons programmed him to be.

Everyone’s got their instincts, after all.

Tell me rn that can’t be a possibility given the technology of G1.

Kent Mansley is super out of line, and quite frankly a jackass—but he’s right.

And I hate that.

(He would lose his mind if he were in any Transformers continuity fr lol)

With how easy it is to change a Transformer’s personality in G1, I think we can all just throw the whole "nature vs. nurture" debate out the window because frag, man.

Let’s just pin every Decepticon down and reprogram ‘em to be good, why not.

(And vise versa with the Autobots, if that’s what the Decepticons wanted)

Better than spending millions of years wreakin’ havoc upon the same Universe the earlier Decepticons (as l interpret) viewed as being that much of a threat, with this "we are going to destroy/conquer it before it destroys/conquers us" mentality.

Hey, maybe that's how Kiloton got Megs to finally make peace with the Autobots. He didn't just heal Megs, but actually reprogrammed him for the better.

Good job, Kiloton. 👍

(Now have fun wonderin’ who programmed him. Certainly not the earlier Decepticons. Bet they were the ones who sent Kiloton away to die for what he did)

Ask yourself (and there are no wrong answers of course. This is complex and I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a headache typin’ this):

If you have to, do you really want to feel bad for a Megatron who grows to be entitled (in which you have to be able to make choices to get to that point, which means you have to have free will and agency), rather than a Megatron whose sole purpose is to be entitled whether he had a say in it or not?

Like maybe he was someone else before, like Orion Pax and Ariel, who technically didn’t have a choice in who they were going to become either.

Not like that fact matters, unfortunately.

Megatron, to other species (as well as his own) is still a threat that needs to be dealt with by someone one way or another.

Even if he comes to learn the differences between “right” and “wrong”, and proves so (like IDW and Earthspark), realistically, nobody is obligated to forgive or care (that’s why Kiloton died. He was still seen as a threat by humans).

That is, until he manipulates ‘em into likin’ him anyway lol.

And he probably manipulated me into typin’ this too. Great.

[currentlyincognitoperson]

I'm going to need an infinite amount of business days of sleep to get over this are you KIDDING.

[fangirlism-for-life]

Thank you Inagaki for making Senku canonically a freak-a-leek (lol you see the pun)

Its good promo for my future fic 😍

[jimmydeantofu]

This lesbian has me in a chokehold rn.

[melchiordommik]

Me: I think I might try posting on Twitter again

Twitter immediately gets banned on my country

Oh okay never fucking mind then

[azzrael99]

Seriously sometimes I think my art is horrible and nobody likes it 🥲

(now I know how some painters felt)

thanks to those who support me!!!

[ripjimmilton]

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