#questionable dynamics

[coffeedealer07]

You know it would be cool if someone did like a collaboration between villainous and wordgirl

I want to see how the dynamic of

Dr flug and Dr two brains would play out.

Also how would wordgirl react to black hat and the others.

Also I just know demencia would cause so much chaos

[sgt-toasted-bug]

My mom sent me this and just... What?

Wall-E doesn't understand social norms, nor does he understand boundaries or the actual way romance works because he's a robot who's been alone all his life with only films to go off of. If you raised a human child apart from literally everybody and only showed them how human interaction actually works through outdated films missing the fundamentals of human reaction and boundaries, do you think they'd be normal?

He has lived a solitary lifestyle his entire life, not once has he interacted with a single living creature beyond a bug and a plant for an undefined amount of time.

EVE is the first being who can actually react and respond to him the way people would interact with each other. And of course she'll reject his advances because he doesn't understand what she's trying to do. Wall-E is just desperate for interaction, having been surrounded by it without actually accessing it for years.

Shaming Wall-E for bringing a robot with him on a few romantic-like scenarios when he doesn't comprehend what he's doing is wrong doesn't make any sense. He could be taught this was wrong, but he wasn't, because no one was there to teach him. He can't be expected to just know things when there is no one there to teach him.

Do you expect a child to colour in the lines on the first try? Or someone to ride a bike perfectly on the first go, after only ever seeing professionals do it in a heavily edited and romanticized manner with none of the criteria, technique, and boundaries of the sport actually shown?

Wall-E is a robot who only has film to go off of, and anyone should be able to recognize how manipulated and deceiving the media can be. He only knows what he's seen, which doesn't show him how things really work. You can't persecute someone for a crime they didn't even know they were committing. Before you call him a "gross creep" take into consideration the learning differences between us and him. We have experience and education he's never had access to.

If I've said anything wrong or offensive please let me know.

[astronnova]

awesome girl with a REALLY lame crush. my favorite

[romicat]

This is Armor Core 6 all over again.

But, to be fair. . .

[sojatoals]

i've always wished that this show explored more of house in his pre-house md era because of scenes like these. on one hand, we get crumbs of how house was like from stacey's perspective...

... whereas on the other side of the spectrum, we get this from wilson:

[ciderjacks]

dwarven brew

+

[starlingfawn]

through starless sky to blackest ground

[grandkhan221b]

More DW stuff

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ FLESH OF MY FLESH; BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ꒱ KAMO CHOSO X READER — ft. itadori yuuji

warnings ⟢ dead dove: do not eat. minors do not interact—i will block you! incest. yandere elements. implied drugging. noncon. slight forced feminization (choso uses “sister” and she/her pronouns to refer to reader, but reader is nb). religious imagery. reader is yuuji’s twin, but no physical descriptors are used. reader has a vagina.

word count ⟢ 963

notes ⟢ this is part of @ficsforgaza’s kinktober event! my prompt was choso + incest. i have an au with big brother choso and twins yuuji and reader, so this was the perfect opportunity to explore their dynamic. a huge thank you to my dearest lexi—@drleggman—for requesting this (and for allowing me to go full degenerate) <3

“Yuu…”  “Yuu…ji…” “Yuuji…”

Your twin’s name ambles from your petal-soft lips, voice laden with slumber, muted snores drifting through the gaps. The bedroom you share is swathed in midnight’s gloom; moonbeams peek through the cheap apartment blinds, luminous stripes cutting across the men huddled above your nude figure.  

“Our baby sister seems to be having sweet dreams,” Choso states, mouth reluctantly detaching from your nipple, a silvery thread of spider silk connecting his lips to your tender flesh. “She’s naughty, though—calling out to you when I’m the one pleasuring her.”

Choso removes two thick digits from your weeping hole, examining the twitch of your jaw as he strums your clit with calloused fingertips. He experimentally increases the speed and pressure of his caresses, humming when you let out a whimper. As your breath grows heavier and your eyes flicker and dance beneath your lids, he pauses to smear your slick across your pubic hair, and scrapes his teeth up your neck to nip at your pulse point. 

Yuuji lies beside you, honeyed gaze soaking in the tranquil curves of your dreamy expression. He strokes the hair at your temple with the care of a collector admiring his choicest possession; he can’t help but drag his nose across your cheek, blotting a kiss at the hollow behind your earlobe.  

The reverence Yuuji treats you with starkly contrasts the way his muscular body presses against your softness, his bare cock dribbling pre onto the plush of your thigh. It’s something of a punishment that Choso doled out—not being able to indulge in you fully—upset with your twin for being secretive and possessive of you. But as far as Yuuji is concerned, to be anywhere in the halo of your presence is a heavenly gift. To merely witness your divinity, to press his lowly, sweaty skin flush to yours—it’s more than he deserves. 

“Don’t be too rough with them,” Yuuji fusses when Choso abruptly presses your knees to your chest, leveling his face with your spread cunt. “W-wait—I wanna taste, too.” 

After Yuuji shuffles over to join Choso, two sets of broad shoulders hunch over to marvel at your beauty. Yuuji fully expects to be chewed out again—perhaps even shoved off the bed or thrown out of the room; he swallows his pride and formulates a half-hearted apology, prepared to grovel for a chance to revel in you.

Instead, he grunts in surprise when he’s pulled into a kiss.

Chapped, chilly lips slip against his own, urging Yuuji’s mouth open, wet muscles intertwining. A shiver skitters across his limbs when he discovers the little silver ball that pierces Choso’s tongue—now bumping along the expanse of his palate, tracing the velvet of his gums. It’s a sloppy exchange of spit and teeth and tongue, too frenzied to be mistaken as purely passionate. Choso reaches over to swipe a thumb across Yuuji’s fat, leaking cock head. Yuuji keens into his brother’s mouth before ripping himself away, swollen lips parted, blooming rose from the tips of his ears down to his heaving chest.

“Let’s taste her together,” Choso rasps.

Not waiting for a reply, he pecks the fat of your hip before dipping down to lap at the arousal leaking from your hole; Yuuji watches heatedly, letting saliva pool on his tongue and drip onto your clit. He then cleans his mess with noisy sucks, occasionally tugging at your folds. Too preoccupied with coaxing your unconscious body to orgasm, the brothers don’t realize how you begin to stir, fingers and toes flexing and relaxing. They savor your eventual high, admiring your glistening release.

“I’ll have her first,” Choso announces thickly, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. He’s practically vibrating—pale skin dewy with desire—having fantasized about this exact scenario more times than he can count. “You should prop her up.”

Yuuji leans against the headboard and pulls you between his strong legs, your head resting on his chest. Choso angles your hips and pumps his throbbing length a few times before nudging your entrance. Your breathing shallows and you yawn; Yuuji’s heart catches in his throat.

��Fuck—how much did you give them? Clearly not enough,” he hisses, arms tightening around your waist. “I think they’re about to wake up.”

For the first time all evening, Choso smiles at Yuuji. It’s an unsettling sight: his knife-sharp inscisors gleam in the dusk, irises black as bruised plums. “Relax,” he soothes. “She’s going to enjoy this, too. It will become a treasured memory for us all.”

Before Yuuji can respond, your eyelids flutter open. “Ch-Choso…Yuuji…” you murmur, words slow and slurred as molasses, “what are you—”

The air is promptly punched from your lungs, a strangled yelp interrupting your train of thought as Choso enters you in a single thrust—cock so deep you swear you can taste it. One of Yuuji’s rough palms rests on your belly and meanly presses down with the movement; you throw your head back and warble a moan.

“Call me ‘onii-chan,’” Choso grits out, refusing to succumb to the squeeze of your cunt so soon.

“W-what?” you sniffle. Your brain is foggy from whatever concoction they gave you, incapable of piecing together your predicament.

He grasps your chin firmly, forcing your glazed stare to focus on him. “Onii-chan,” he repeats with a harsh snap of his hips.

You squirm, trying to turn to Yuuji for help, unaware of the tears carving hot rivulets down your cheeks. But Choso won’t let you go. His heavy frame eclipses yours, trapping you in place. “We’re family,” he huffs, fucking you steadily, umber strands falling to curtain his face.

“Everything we do, we do together. You have both been—nnghhh—selfish. It’s time to make it up to onii-chan.” 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How did A-yuan celebrate Mother's Day with his honorary mother, Wei Wuxian?

He already has a (grand)mother to celebrate!

[crowskullls]

I couldn’t be a minecraft creator because if I was doing freaky gay roleplay with my friends and then got called siblings I would just end it all

[moshaeu]

I've never heard of a haunt/anchor AU before, if you're interested it would be lovely to hear you explain it or tell where I could learn more about it 👉👈🥺

this really came about from a number of my favorite tropes (supernatural + power couple + hurt/comfort) so the au isn’t super concrete nor does it have a name…

i’m sure a similar concept exists out there somewhere but for the rundown here:

[nightmarearian]

this is odydio to me

[regaliasonata]

Joaquin: If we like, had sex with all three Bob’s, would they each get pregnant with different children or how does that work?

John: I’m ignoring you.

Joaquin: STOP IGNORING THE POTENTIAL HERE BRO!

Bob, Sentry and Void: Sounds like a win to me.

John: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!

[breeberrypies]

cough RIGHT

drawing lance almost made me quit drawing forever :3

they should just KISS ALREADY

[toastytrusty]

before i go to sleep need to talk about how insane the viktor as the mage that saved jayce as a child reveal was. at first i didn't really like it but it only makes sense. the mage was a perfect, benevolent, idealized version of the arcane. jayce spent his Whole damn life striving towards that mage, trying to recreate his talents and recreate his gift because he was so grateful for everything he did for him. and his whole dream for this began to revolve around viktor. his dream of hextech, his dream of magic. because it was always about viktor. because in the end he didn't want to give magic to the people, he just wanted his partner back. it was never about the arcane, not really. it was just about viktor. it was affection keeping them together. not to mention how viktor strays so drastically from this beautiful and altruistic version of magic as he gets obsessed with perfection and corrupted by the hexcore, and jayce is literally the only thing in any universe that can remind him what they were fighting for, not by bringing up anything to do with the arcane at all, but by talking about viktor himself; how he's beautiful, how he's perfect. by giving him back the stone that started his whole journey, and letting it end their journey together. like an exchanging of vows. because it was always about viktor. and the hextech doesn't matter as long as he has viktor, his motivation and energy and literal source of life for as long as he can remember. they saved each other's lives, more than once. to jayce, viktor is perfect and has always been perfect and always will be perfect. because they're literally soulmates i need to sit down