#yes yes it is

[terezisexbuttpyrope]

"You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension." - Nikola Tesla

what a raw fuckin line

[toffeebrews]

My own take on swap, ink and dream!!

(ink owned by @/comyet, dream owned by @/jokublog, and swap owned by au community)

also, the mf is supposed to stand for magnificent, not...yeah. that was not intentional, but when I noticed, I chuckled LMAO. whoops!

credits for artists who inspired parts of the design!

the dream has no eyesockets cause I saw @/lemm-moxx design and was like, "Oh, that's a cool idea." The star shoulder armor is inspired by @/ksopaz! I tried to tweek it a bit, but if either of them have any issue ill remove it!! :D thanks!!

[nutsforhim]

Owen Lindberg TikTok: blondieboyy

[hisbucky]

Eddie: Hey, how did that phrase go? What doesn't kill you... Buck: "Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker." – what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. That's the original one by Nietzsche. Eddie, strained: Didn't know you speak German. That's good to know.

[geengoop]

woah is that BEEF PUNCHLEY!?!?!1!Q!Q?

[baldursgatekeeping]

[qcomicsy]

I just love the idea of Jason finding Bernard incredibly goofy looking. Tim sent him a message with a photo of Bernard saying "thoughts?" and Jason just typed back "And prayer's man I don't know what to tell you"

[subliminalbo]

HYPNOSAPIEN

The sound moved through Mel. That was the only way she could describe it.

She had come to the club in River City following mysterious flyers about this new group, HYPNOSAPIEN, whose music could "take you to a place you've never been before." Believe it or not, Mel hadn't been into clubbing since high school, but Piper insisted—after everything that had gone down with the Alphas, it was nice to let loose a little.

To call it a club was a stretch. HYPNOSAPIEN was as DIY as they come, performing in secret venues around Romero. Tonight it was the abandoned warehouse on the corner of Lincoln Avenue and Third Street.

The girls in the band were charismatic, led by Iris Blalock on lead vocals, but the music didn't impress Mel. It was the usual club trash with over-reliance on heavy bass and an overzealous mix of synthesizer that drowned out the live vocals. But Mel's biggest complaint? All their music sounded the same! That droning, wall-to-wall buzz cut between Iris' simple lyrics:

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

After the third song though, Mel realized that the droning wasn't just a hum, but another set of vocals hidden deep in the mix. She tried to decipher the words, but they weren't even English. They didn't even sound human. And as she focused on the strange words, she began unconsciously following Iris' lyrics.

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

And then the sound moved through her.

Mel turned to Piper to see if her friend had felt it too, but Piper was already on her knees, misty eyes locked on the duo on stage. She had torn her shirt open to grope at her small breasts, her mouth gaping as she begged to be taken deeper by "The Message."

"Oh, fuck..." Mel moaned. The meaning in the sound's inhuman words were suddenly as clear to her as if spoken in English. One-by-one members of the audience fell to their knees in uninhibited ecstasy, their cries of pleasure mixing with the music.

Mel, too, dropped, her fingers sinking between the folds of her soaked pussy.

Oh Christ, it was happening again. She was losing her mind just like she had in the basement of the Alphas house, but this was something more than a virtual reality light show. It was a total transformation, an awakening to a new state of being.

The audience chanted the lyrics hidden in the music, and Mel joined their cries: "I am the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare my body and my mind for the Great Arrival!"

But it wasn't enough just to feel herself. Mel forced Piper down to the grimy floor, pressing her lips and tongue to her nipples, her hand finding its way to Piper's pussy. Piper uttered a satisfied moan but continued the chant unbroken, "I will Fill whatever need is expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed!"

The show only spiraled from there as the hypnotized audience fucked each other senseless. Clothes shredding, bodies upon bodies. The audience paired off in twos and threes and fours, ignoring superficial details like sexual orientation or who came with who. They clawed, and sucked, and licked, and fucked, and sweated, and came. Cocks filling any holes, pussies pressed to any lips. There was no one left in the room who didn't feel The Message move through them, no one who wasn't chanting its words now.

Even the two members of HYPNOSAPIEN stopped playing. Iris took her band mate Kayla by the hair and pressed her face to her pussy. The recorded music droned on in time with the orgy. The audience fucked late into the night, The Message's programming sinking so deep into their minds that it became a permanent fixture of their existence, taking everyone to a place they'd never been before. A place they never wanted to return from.

This is a companion to Classified Information #2: The Sound Shout out to @shotgungt for the band name HYPNOSAPIEN

[baby-xemnas]

https://x.com/bklynb4by/status/1849839546952774071?t=u2_a2uiysPCzlS3xjC7Kcg&s=19

NOW THAT'S SANJI AND GIN

holy shit

[vroomvroomwee]

Deeply flawed characters who have the potential to be so so so loved if they'd shut their damn mouth for like five seconds>>>>>>>

[moth-tea-merchant]

I think they should hang out

[beardedmrbean]

[t4tails]

my sister is so mean to me

[shamefullyhornywrites]

Dean WInchester x Chubby Reader smut

dom reader sub castiel sub dean dean x reader x castiel male overstimulation walk them like a dog

"Stupid fucking gnoll" Dean mutters looking for the hotel card pushing coupons aside and pulling out singles. He stops and tilts his head to the side he could hear rhythmic creaking from their shared room. His pretty witch had been fed up with his and Sammys usual haunts she sprung for a motel 6 with a pool. Even bought Sammy his own room on the ground level closer to the pool away and down the hall as far away as he could be from them. Sammy had appreciated it, if the loud "thank fuck" and his quick snatching of the card had been any indication.

The rooms were ok, Dean didn't see the point of shelling out half a grand a night just for name fucking brand. Still a fucking motel same ole rickety bed, crunchy carpet, and ugly ass decor but no roaches, no rats, nice hot water she replied when he voiced his opinion. He shoved himself inside before the door was fully open some grave dirt and black blood rubbing off onto the white paint in his haste to not give a show to the drunk bikers yelling on the parking lot. The low rise of lust in his abdomen already rising, slamming the door shut he turned ready to say something smooth, only to be met with the hottest sight he'd seen since Giselle from Colorado pull out the largest strap 23 old Dean had ever seen.

"Pretty bird." Dean gasps out in greeting the only one the angel will get from the elder Winchester brother not when his brain is already emitting an error sound. The sight of her brown skin glistening as she pounds down on him in a reverse amazon her big tits slapping in tune with her thrusts. The sloshes of her slick and his cum mixing dripping down his balls slicking up his taint. If the angel was still capable of thought he would have responded to Deans absentminded greeting with a grunt maybe a full sentence, its more than he got from the chubby witch who summoned him out of the blue. She didn't even give him an explanation before ripping off his pants and making a valiant attempt at removing his angelic essence from his hosts body through its dick.

"Dean" Castiel gurgles out underneath her his eyes roll back as his body spasms fresh tears flow down his face Dean whimpers knowing exactly how the angel feels he finishes with a strangled moan. She doesn't stop if anything she rides him harder ignoring her clit to grab at him pushing Castiel's legs back more, slamming down harder. They had to have been at this since he left at seven in the morning Castiel didnt get this fuck drunk from a couple of hours, an angels stamina and all. Made it hard to see their pretty bird all wrecked not for lack of trying.

Shit. Dean licks his lips watching her belly ripple with thrusts he hadnt moved from the tiled entrance watching his angels rigid cock disappearing into his witch he loves it when his shes greedy. When he gets too excited and lil'dean finishes too early for her, she huffs rolling over on him and pushing him down using her thick thighs to keep him there as she slips his soft cock back into her using magic to keep it in. Ignoring his overstimulated whines to fuck herself harder sometimes if shes feeling charitable she'll allow him to use his mouth on her instead of his poor soft cock.

Dean was never a fan of magic would probably never truly be but damn did he love the consequences of hers. Apparently, all the magic she had, demanded to be seen, to be used usually it came out in glowing eyes, perfect edges, effortless grace and also an increased libido. So much so every now and then when jobs weren't serious enough to involve her skill-set it built up, gave her stamina to last for days. She wasnt as creative when she was in 'rut' no tentacles, no sex golems just good old fashion pounding.

A big busty gal like her got what she wanted when she wanted, always has, especially when it came to sex. Dean used to call her a brat cause she could never wait for a hunt to end. After one mind-blowing quickie on a stakeout left his legs all jellylike. When the ghoul ran past them he landed flat on his ass trying to give chase didn't even have the time to pull up his pants before he muttered fuck it and shot the damn thing on the ground with his dick out. Luckly Sammy was on the other side of the shut down school running around. Dean still remembers how quick she shut him shit down reminding him how he bitched about anything she did before she started fucking him stupid.

She's a witch Sammy shes probably working for the Krampus or one of the 20,000 devils we've met.

Shes too big, takes up all the backspace if we're gonna start collecting monsters cant we get a nice little thing.

Shes too expensive always wanting to buy groceries and 'fresh fruit' instead of burger king.

She spelled my cassette tapes and now they only play covers of 'season of the witch' Sammy I'm gonna shoot her.

Not to mention all the other shit he proded and poked about Sammys old friend from college turned Glinda the good witch.

That all ended after a really bad hunt Dean was cocky he can admit it now, if hes good at anything its admitting his faults months after making them. Sammy had gotten hurt.

Bad. Really bad.

Claw marks across his chest deep enough to see bone, he was losing gallons of blood with every shuttering breath his face paled in a way Dean only truly seen in his nightmares. Dean cradled his little brothers face begging him to hold on keep breathing to fluttering lashes to hold on. Dean had been so thankful he remembers the aching need to sit in his car and just stare off into space blood congealing on his face as (healthy safe ALIVE) Sammy and her got dinner.

Dean invited her to his daily bar hopping intending to buy her a round before he buried himself in some strangers tits. He didn't mean to top the night off with him on his knees in the bars only bathroom, with her riding his face as they both ignore someone banging on the door. Only to go back after being kicked out of the bar to the motel room shoving Sammy out the room and breaking the cheap motel bedframe with a vigorous round two, three and four.

Sammy was pissed when the full bill came for the damage. Didn't help when the motel manager fist bumped him or when she gave him a kiss good morning on the ride out.

She stood up heavy chest heaving with breaths finally noticing Dean in the room Castiel gurgled when his cock finally slipped free from her heat. The cool air just as tortuous on his abused member as her tight pussy was.

Dean hums her eyes were on him now, he finally moves closer stepping on the carpet she walks off the bed hips swaying to greet him. She plasters her sweat soaked skin to his clothed side, rubbing her head into his neck her soft curls rub against Deans skin headbutting him like the cats he's allergic to. He wouldn't be surprised if she started purring.

Delicate nails glide up and down his clothed erection toying with him "Hey baby boy." she whispers voice raspy. Lucky bird Dean thought just a tad jealous, it'd been weeks sense Dean had been good enough to earn a blowjob.

She leans into him mouthing at his ear, nipping at his neck. He grips her arm thrusting up as she cups him more firmly.

"Hey." He groans dumb, he huffs out a laugh throwing his head back rolling his hips "Miss me." he jokes.

She hums pulling him to the lone bed in the room back to their pretty bird Castiel's more coherent now, the little break doing him good his head was turned toward them eyes hard dried tear tracks decorate his pretty face, laying back on his arms as he watched them his cock standing tall.

"We have to start over" She sighs. Her hands unbuckling his belt as he shimmies off his flannel arms rising up to throw his wife beater across the room.

"Oh no" Dean says voice heavy with fake anguish. He shoves his pants down thick cock bouncing as he pulls her toward him rutting on her thighs as they drop onto the bed. Castiel crawls toward their moving bodies he settles back on his heels and spreads his knees to reveal thighs wet with his cum and her slick cock twitching "Dean" he grunts gruff voice soft with love.

[bigbrotherbs]

“Is it crazy if I play it on Andy?”