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[hivemindclown]

Just something I noticed

Thank you for your sacrifice beast x ancient shippers 🫡

[gardensnakie]

Catching Up... starring @askoverkill 's AU Loop & Director

[drgnflyteabox]

Soap finds himself a lucky charm // Soap x fem!reader // kidnapping, noncon, gambling, post-injury soap, unreliable narrator (he's crazy), johnny hears simons voice in his head <3, breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, ghoap elements but simon isnt in it

Johnny finds himself at the horse track of all places, six months to the day since his injury.

Simon doesn't know where he is, but he knows that Simon could find him as easily as anything. He hasn't yet. Space, is what Johnny had asked for. Space is what he's getting. It both upsets and pleases him.

Spending money is too easy. He splurges everywhere, on everything. Takeout, booze. His apartment's a pigpen of bottles and containers. All thanks to his honourable discharge stipend, which is generous thanks to Price, though he hasn't returned any of his calls.

Price could find him easily, too, but their relationship's been tight since the signing of the paperwork.

Not my choice, John had said tightly. My hands are tied.

A couple thousand down already, his lucks been off. Ever since the accident. It's not any of the post-TBI symptoms, it's spiritual. He feels it, deep in his gut.

Cosmic.

He should be in the field, but he's not. Something has shifted the wrong way. Everything feels, looks, is, slanted. Off.

Bonnie Bouquet is the horse he's been betting on. A few hundred at a time. She's a fast girl, but she's been finishing off the board lately. Losing him a lot of cash.

He can hardly focus as he a group of squawking, stumbling partygoers elbow in beside him.

There's a pulse that begins in his temples as he watches her fumble, outpaced by a horse called Apple Cider of all names. He feels a hot coal settle in his chest, frustration morphing into anger as costs him again.

That pulse turns to sharp, digging pain, the bullet back again and tunnelling it's way into his head. He can practically feel the thick, cottony fog come back on, the dizziness. His vision pinpoints onto the downturned arrow on the screen. He hears the gun cock again,

Bonnie Bouquet finishes tenth out of fourteen, and he swivels to snarl at the pack of harpies beside him when—

It's been a while. Longer than before the injury, even, since he's had pussy. That's why he deflates, chokes up, lets the swell of pain in his head wash over him without so much as a twitch when he sees you.

The answer. The solution he's been waiting for, right here in front of him, sent by God or the universe or fuck, he wouldn't put it past the team to have sent him a little consolation prize.

"There you are, Johnny," he hears Simon say. His voice is right there, in the room. You're for him. You're his light at the end of the tunnel, the reason he's been booted.

"S'all worth it now, isn't it?"

It'll be worth it when he can fit his cock in your snug little cunt, and make a new purpose for himself through your womb.

He doesn't think of how he looks when he approaches you, pushing past your clucking friends, eyes razor sharp and shoulders squared.

"What one are ye bettin on?" he opens, staring down at your surprised face, petal-soft mouth in a sweet little 'o'.

His cocks rock hard in his jeans, straining, and distantly he hears one of your friends gasp. He doesn't give a fuck. Look, hen, it's for ye. That's all for ye.

"Um," you stutter. Cute wee lamb, he thinks. "I think, uh, The Scottish Thistle."

The Scottish Thistle. As clear of a sign as any. Simon laughs, grating, "Picked a Scottish horse, didn't she? What else do you need, Johnny? A kick in the arse?"

Nothing. He needs nothing else to push out again, betting on The Scottish Thistle and winning for the first time in months.

You're terrified when you discover him in the backseat of your car.

Poor little lamb, trying to fight. Bleating and pushing against him with arms that haven't seen even a shade of what he has. But he's still strong, still got it, puts his arms like a vice around your throat until you're docile enough that he can take your keys and drag you back out into his truck.

It's alright. You'll understand soon enough, that you're meant for him. That you're gonna be his lucky charm, his cause, his justification. He'll make it all back and more. In droves.

And he if doesn't come back? He's still got warm, soft thing to sink right into. A comfort for his weary head.

You learn eventually, that this is destiny. That you're meant to be right here, tidying his house, taking his come right in that pretty pussy. Keeping it safe, he jokes to you. Creating a life for him where before he had died.

He could cry, when he sees the test. Johnny's gonna be a father.

You still tremble, even after all this time, wide little cow eyes looking up at him, teary. Beautiful.

"Look at that, hen," he shows you the stick, smiling at your happy tears, "awe, it's okay to be nervous. Ah ken you'll be a good mam."

He fucks you that night to celebrate, slots himself deep, crushes you with his body the way you like it. You don't really speak often, but that's okay. You're just naturally shy, and he doesn't mind living off your cute little sounds instead of words.

"Ah, good girl," he grunts, pumping, "gooood girl."

You squeak, pant, cry. Face wet with overwhelmed tears. You've stopped trying to fight, stopped pushing his hand away when he fingers your swollen clit and makes you come again.

Soon, he'll have a family.

"Purpose, again, Johnny. That's a good lad, give it to her good."

And when he brings you, belly swollen with the life he planted there, to the races again— he's sure you'll pick the right one.

[chocobje]

Will Toodles be turned into a twisted in the Toodles au?

I don't think they would let that happen..

[mango-peach-strawberry]

I don’t know why I bite

[kabukiaku]

love and appreciate your local satanic popestar!!! 🖤✨

[rvbsketches]

song reminded me of them...

[astro-hunny]

"I wonder... How many of those smiles were as fake as you say...?"

I. Hate them, actually.

Base image under the cut.

I found this on Pinterest literally yesterday, thank you Pinterest for inspiring agony

[raffi-cat]

cute guy from are we allies or enemies as a gift for @gladumf

[skywerse]

me? making cool intro for when riptide comes back? hELL YEAH

[genesisforreal]

Made my friend play Dandys World with me and this was how it went

[chocobje]

I've only been playing Forsaken for a little more than a week and I'm this 🤏 close to never playing it without atleast a trusted friend or mutual.

The amount of ppl who insult and make fun of my skill level in chat to my face is unreal 😭 Feels very discouraging. I get why so many people avoid this game. This is definitely one of the reasons..

[eeveekitti]

the wigglypainter

[bloos-bloo]

ToyBox Shamura- My love- My beloved- My favorite little plaything- My sad little worrybox, My little broken record-

WE FINALLY GET A GLIMPSE OF TOYBOX SOZO!! YIIPPEEEE-

It shouldn’t come to a surprise that Shamura has dreams of Sozo, but they can’t remember what he looks like. They only remember his touch- (Tb! Mura is VERY touch starved- They will melt at any touch they receive-)

They can hear his voice, see his body, feel his hands all over them.. but his face is always hidden. Always shattered, broken. Like theirs. They love him- but why-?

I know I said we’d get some TB! Leshy- but I already got an art block on the song I picked- so I’m gonna fix it up and see what I can do 🫡 TRUST-

[ezratheanon]

i think we should being back that mustache (stump panel)

[luckycloverfield]

I LIVE AGAIN GRAHHHH FINALLY died for a lil there but ermmmm throws this compilation of doodles of Finn while i had barely any internet

My take on finn grrrr this is LITERALLY ME throws rocks at him

most of these are screenshot redraws though cause ive been tiredddd proper art soon yippe