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umblrspectrum · 2 months
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you'll never guess which movie i finally watched after 2 years of being lazy
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sbeana · 1 year
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the pool scene
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thursdaylast · 6 months
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Cute date idea!!!! awaken an ancient creature of darkness together and set it loose on your unsuspecting friends
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gomzdrawfr · 3 months
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what's good party peeps i bring u nothing but more bear!Price
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i made him larger...
check out part 1 | part 2
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acekindaneat · 9 months
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they were drunk, his lips slipped and accidentally kissed serizawa guys no homo obviously
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saturnaous · 2 months
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Accidently cooked up a silly little au the other day that I am very much enjoying gonna. talk about it under the cut because4 the FUCKING WORMS
OKAY so basically. literally everythign is the same except for the fact that. Ed got entirely yoinked instead of Alphonse. I dunno why that happens but. It does because I say so. Anyways. So this basically mean that Ed gets bonded to an armor instead of Al, and because I desperately wanted the secondary set of Armor to see some light I thought it would be funny to bond Ed to that instead. I haven't fleshed everything out, but as I'm working on that I wanna add a few of the different things in here just because. And I still might tweak things if I think it doesn't make sense. - Al lost his arm first, then traded his tongue and his eye to bond Ed to the armor, making him effectively mute. He's learned ASL and Ed has to translate for him a lot. Although in my hcs Al is a foodie so like. major bummer for taste buds. He likes fun textures and stuff though. I gotta figure out what problems this poses though so we'll figure that out. - Al most likely is going to go into being a state alchemist just for the fact of staying somewhat close to the storyline and stuff. and I don't know, insert random reasoning in here. Yeah - just a little design note. uhmmmmm I thought the cross thing on Ed's head/helm was cool and I had the bright idea of like "hey what if I put the emblem like. through the cross yk" and I might not do that. But at the moment it looks cool to me. so yeah. I'M STILL TOYING WITH THINGS. . . I have to figure out what happens and designs and stuff. but yeah. I think that covers. what I have for now. p sick. scuttles away
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acoraxia · 3 months
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my moot said she liked my swk design a lot and it made me happy..
I put a lot of work into that design :(
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arom-antix · 5 months
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Merry Christmas, @crickets-lovely-place! Hope you're having a lovely holiday. Here's my Secret Santa gift for you!
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jazzy-man13 · 7 months
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Can we get a scenario for Optimus and Megatron from both Earthspark AND TFP where a young adult human (gender neutral) accidentally calls them "Dad"?
TFE&TFP Optimus and Megatron x gn reader
Grrr hi anon! I loved your request- I adore Earthspark Megs, I'm so glad you requested him. I wasn't really paying attention so idrk if these count as hcs or scenarios, but I hope you enjoy anyways!
TFP Optimus: You were discussing plans for what to do with a new relic with Optimus, when you slip up and accidentally call him dad. He abruptly stops speaking as you embarrassedly apologize to him. "I'm so sorry, it just slipped out-" You stammer. He cuts you off with a wave of his hand and a gentle smile, reassuring you that it's perfectly fine. He doesn't say it out loud, but his spark soars knowing that you see him as a father figure, and he acts more like a parent to you than ever before after this incident. He's remarkably protective of you, because deep down, he fears that he'll fail you and you'll get hurt because of him.
TFP Megatron: The two of you had surprisingly become close, and Megatron often confided his plans with you. When you called him dad in the middle of one of your discussions, you didn't even realize it at first- you just kept casually talking. Megatron, on the other hand, noticed it immediately and was confused. How could you see him as one of your kind's family members? To spare your pride, he doesn't bring it up. To be quite honest, he's flattered that you think both so highly and fondly of him, even if you didn't realize it at the time. Later, he tries to teach you some decepticon traditions in order to include you in his version of a family.
TFE Optimus: You were a new recruit for G.H.O.S.T, before they somewhat shut down their operations. The two of you got along fairly well, and during one of Optimus's grand speeches, you accidentally called him dad. Fortunately/unfortunately for you, he 100% embraces the role. The second you call him dad, he becomes insufferable. Be prepared for nonstop dad jokes and life advice. Maybe he'll take you fishing, who knows? Either way, you're not getting rid of him because he has crippling anxiety and doesn't want anything to happen to you.
TFE Megatron: You were watching over the terrans as a babysitter of sorts, when you slip up and call Megatron "dad". He smirks and laughs it off, not being surprised by it. The terrans often called him dad, on purpose or by accident, and he was relatively used to it by now. However, anytime someone calls him dad, whether it be you or the terrans, he can't help but feel a tinge of shame. He had once been seen as a father figure to Soundwave's cassettes, and he's constantly reminded of how he failed on that account. He can't bear the thought of letting you down too, so he makes a promise to himself to be better. He puts in the effort to spend more time with you after discussing the role he plays in your life, and he offers as much advice as he can. Megatron is always there when you need him, for problems big and small.
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efplanning · 1 month
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you would not believe the strange little man they are having this much weird tension over
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unculturedswine69 · 8 months
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Hey yall! im super late with these (ive been...way too busy sadly) but happy birthday to my fave lil guy ever! juza is a very important character to me so i just had to show my love somehow <33
ive been really into idol things lately so i tried designing an idol outfit for juza! i took some inspiration from some idolmaster dresses and tried to also relate it to his original outfit :) hope you all enjoy!
now i will go back to my inactivity :')
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bajuuuu · 3 months
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Oh and Gem sends her letters when she’s on the sea. And Pearl waits patiently for them to arrive and to know that Gem’s still safe. But she herself can’t send any letters back so if Gem doesn’t respond for a while she’s just stuck there, at the heart of the communications office of the entire server, she should be able to do something, she should be able to talk to her somehow, but she can’t! And in a cruel twist of fate she too is at the mercy of the seas, waiting for them to return Gem to her.
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tiny-crecher · 1 year
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The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.
HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.
you can also read it on ao3
It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.
Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.
The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?
He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.
A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.
He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.
It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.
Charlie looked up at his surgeon.
He’d seen that damned mask before.
The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.
“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”
It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.
The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”
Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.
So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.
A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.
Charlie braced.
The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.
This needs to happen.
And it kept fucking going.
Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.
This needs to happen.
Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.
This needs to happen.
His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.
This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.
Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.
“What is- what is this?”
Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:
It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.
Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.
The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.
He just fucking had to.
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nickybloodhead · 7 months
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Kinktober day 29: Breath Play
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James had you in missionary, his hands holding your thighs to keep your legs open while he was balls deep in your eager hole. You scratched his back every time he buried himself deep in you, his hips bucking in a relentless rhythm.
James had been so needy after being out all day, his impatience had driven him to wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you once and for all; he kissed your collarbones and breasts, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
"I can never get enough of you baby, you're like a fucking addiction and I want you so bad" His hands let go of your legs to caress the contours of your body, he cradles your tits and kneads them as he sucks one of them. He stops laying on your body and kneels to fuck you harder, he rests a hand on your neck gently, it makes your brain melt and you moan desperately.
You grab his wrist and force him to tighten his grip on your throat, you bite your lip and squeal as you feel the slight pressure, but you need more, he seems surprised by your reaction but gets the message, he chuckles and squeezes your throat a little harder.
You cling to his arm and gasp as you feel his thrusts getting rougher and rougher, his fat cock is stretching you deliciously, the pre cum and your slick helping to make the slide smooth and fast.
"Come on James, you can choke me better than that" With your voice cracking you tell him in a teasing tone and wink teasingly, he raises his eyebrow and smiles sideways, his hand wraps around your throat tightly, clench as his hips crash hard against your pussy, the bumps hard enough to move you off the bed.
"That's the way you want it, huh? I was trying to make love to you but you're the filthy one who wants it rough" Shortness of breath makes you gasp at his words, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, he grunts keeping his firm grip on your neck.
Your walls contract around his length, you're close as he is, his hips stutter in his thrusts, your mouth hangs open as you watch him lose control, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.
You bring your hand down to fiddling with your clit, make circles over the swollen bud until you feel the climax flood your body, with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and your back arched you cum, wave after wave of your wetness dripping around his girth, you gasp for air and moan his name repeatedly until you're done. His hand withdraws from your neck, you feel him pull out of you, you see him masturbating on your belly, his head turned back with his mouth open, his chest damp with sweat and his fist pumping his cock until he milks the last drops of his cum.
Your chests rise and fall, trying to even out your breathing, you smile sleepily at James, take his hand and pull him to lie down next to you. You snuggle against his warm body and drift back to sleep.
And finally, it's here... I don't know about you, but I hate family reunions, they're always so uncomfortable.
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mitathemita · 1 year
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doodles for once !!!
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just some silly things :]
+some closeups
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phasewashere · 6 months
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charles smith moment
creds; various unknowns, sick by jody chan, paramore, ari banias, gorgynei, anna ahkmatova, soapstore, akwaeke emezi, k.s janes, escuerzo resucitado, sumbluesspruce.
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