#scribble salad

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

so how about that update, huh

[fruit-salad-ship]

Ranger au, early days. That classic teenage need to play dress up, stealth out and go watch a band, sneak some beers, stay out late.

Plum dresses peach up, the big dope never did this, she’s never got to before now, not with her family. Feels nervous about it.

The ‘oh no she’s hot’ realisation plum has is immediate.

[guild-snail]

NA VSartPARTY part 1/?? I have so many sketched out loosely but!! for now heres a few that ive cleaned up a little!! \o/ It was so nice to chill and just watch everyone jump about ty for having me~ Im horrible at remembering names haha im so sorry!! If you see your oc or know who these lovely ppl are let me kno!

[motherforthefamicom]

hi. okay. I don't know where to ask this but about my version of dog Tony and you apparently having one. may I see him??? please??? it would heal me

YES ABSOLUTELY OMG

uh this is like the closest to a Ref Thing (ignore jeff and the other character this aint abt them)

^ this is the awful compilation image i made for when i had him up on artfight (some doodles are by my sister lololol) this isnt anywhere near all the art ive made though idk if thats smthn anyone would even want to see . idk

[sugarpsalms]

combining my cross guild shady barcade AU, For Whom the Skee Ball Rolls, with my gator preserve AU for fun and whimsy

[undefeatablesin]

ALTAR 🩸: PAGE 2 + 3

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[icebrooding]

this has been in my brain for Ages

kaushue is a man of culture, you see

[s1x-foot-deep]

Egg salad sandwich.

their tongue is like a piece of spinach or something

[the-sin-microwave]

very funny trader joes. if this was meant to be 4 servings why is it so easy to eat in 1 sitting.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

biting is a love language biting is a love language Biting Is A Love Language-

[fruit-salad-ship]

Dumb FMA AU doodle I don’t think I posted here. GRIMM VS. TERRA, LETS GOOOOOOO

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president)

Chapter 16 is up!

Summary:

The gravelly voice at Sam’s shoulder knocks him out of his mental self-flagellations. He clears his throat, straightening slightly. “Ehrm, yes Mr. President.” The leader of the free world squints his impossibly cerulean eyes in the direction of Sam’s brother, and Sam’s professionally trained mind automatically notes that they linger on Dean just a millisecond too long for a supposed stranger who claims to have only met him mere hours ago. “The prior episode was significantly shorter, as I recall.” Sam bites down a smile at Castiel Milton’s formal, carefully articulated manner of speaking. Politicians. Still, the emotion twitching just at the corner of the President’s mouth belies something stronger than a proprietary level of concern for one of his constituents. 

Read from the beginning here!

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

My thanks to the person who decided to upload a stock image of a kneeling man with bare chest.

[citrussillies]

Oc art forever. Take a grapefruit themed magical girl

[bpmiranda]

Request: So there is this song called f u in my head and I was thinking what if the reader is a telepath and she doesn’t realize that she is sharing her thoughts with Logan

In My Head (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: 18+ f!mutant reader, age gap, rough sex, smut, cream pie

Y/N was scribbling notes absentmindedly as she listened to Professor Storm talk about the history of the X gene, and though her notes were concise with the lesson, her thoughts were elsewhere. Dirty thoughts of Logan Howlett swirled in her mind like a tornado that flew every other trivial wonderment right out of her head, leaving the space just for him to fill.

It was much harder to focus when he subbed for one of her classes. Her body language told anyone that looked at her that she was actively engaged, taking notes, listening intently. But in reality, she had zoned out and was thinking about him in scenarios that were definitely not appropriate for her to fantasize herself in with the older man. Y/N was just glad that Logan didn’t have to ability to read her mind, some of the dirty things she thought were better left unsaid.

Little did she know, Logan could hear everything. It was odd at first, he thought she was doing it on purpose to rile him up during class. But whenever he spoke to her, she was flustered and stammering as if she wasn’t just projecting the filthiest thoughts into his head. Thoughts of him taking her over the desk he was currently standing behind, covering her mouth so that no one would hear them in the hall, rutting deep into her until she had tears streaming down her face. Perhaps she didn’t realize she was capable of doing that yet.

It became too much for him. Having to be in the same room and hearing her thoughts in his head, the images she put in his mind immediately as she thought them. All explicit and needy for him. Logan excused himself from the conversation he was having with Hank and walked into the kitchen where she was cutting fruits for a salad. “You’ve gotta stop.” He said in her ear, holding her arm firmly as he stood behind her.

Y/N froze, her skin crawling with goosebumps as he touched her, pressed himself so closely against her she could feel his chest rising against her back. “Stop what? Cutting fruit?” She asked in genuine confusion, looking down at the cutting board to see if she was doing it wrong. Logan couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips and he eased his grip on her arm.

“I can hear your thoughts.” He confessed to her, his hand sliding down her arm and onto her hip. Her body tensed up and her eyes went wide with surprise. “I don’t know how, but everything you’re thinking or imagining, I can hear and I can see it in my head, and it’s driving me up the damn wall.” He said the last part through gritted teeth.

Her mouth fell open and her cheeks burned from embarrassment. “Logan, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” She murmured, turning to face him and he took a step back. His eyes trailed down her body, her little top and her leggings molding to the shape of her thighs. She’s just a kid, she’s just a kid, he shook the thought out of his head, moistening his lips while his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he left the kitchen and headed upstairs to his room.

That night, Y/N laid quietly in her room, horrified at the realization that Logan knew everything. He knew she wanted him, knew her deep desires for him to ravish her, pound into her, whisper filthy things about how no one else could ever compare to how he pleasured her. As if he were reading her mind again, her bedroom door opened and she sat up quickly to see Logan coming in. A finger was over his lips and she nodded, watching him crawl onto her bed and hover in front of her face. "Logan," She breathed out as he took her cheek in his hand and kissed her. Her eyes closed and she let herself sink into the kiss, her heart was beating fast, and Logan could hear it.

"Can you keep this quiet?" He asked and she nodded furiously, already grabbing at his shoulders and bringing him into a deeper kiss. Logan grabbed her around the waist with one arm as he slowly moved to lay down on top of her. "Your thoughts are so loud and dirty." He murmured, making her blush.

"Do they make you nervous?" She asked with a small, teasing smile and Logan chuckled.

"Just be glad you didn't read my mind, sweet girl." His tone implied that his fantasies were much filthier than hers and she forced down the lump forming in her throat. "Wanna see?" He asked, a hand sliding up her shirt and she nodded.

Her eyes focused on his, entering his mind slowly as if taking a tour of the electrical signals in his brain until she found his thoughts. They were quite erotic, most of them involved having her pinned to something as he had his way with her, rutting deep into her while she sobbed that it was far too much to take. Logan wanted to absolutely ruin her.

A small breath left her lips as she backed out of his mind and their eyes met in a shared dark, lust-filled look. "You're gonna have to gag me." She whispered and Logan nodded in agreement, kissing her again and breathing heavily as he gave into the tempation of her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and he held onto her thigh with one hand, rubbing his hard shaft still in his pants into her core covered only by a thin pair of panties. Y/N whined at the feeling of his girth against her clit, her nipples hardened as his mouth trailed down to her chest.

His shirt was coaxed off his back, her small hands caressed every ridge of his body as he marked her chest with tender bites and kisses. “I can smell you all damn day, craving me, wanting me to do those filthy things to you.” Logan groaned as she tugged his belt buckle loose and undid his pants.

“Do you want me that bad?” She asked, referring to his thoughts, against his mouth while his tongue fought hers, hands tearing her shirt in two which made her gasp. “Do you want me bad enough to hurt me while you take what you want?” Logan pushed her down onto the mattress by her shoulders and she grinned, biting her lip as he stared down at her with darkened eyes.

“Are you gonna stop me?” He asked and she quickly shook her head. Logan dragged his knuckles along her belly and her hip, stopping at the waistband of her panties and tearing them clean off, the flimsy lace material giving easily into him. “Good.”

Logan wasted no time in entering her, pounding into her from behind with one hand over her mouth and the other holding her down to the bed as she kept her ass up for him. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth, muffling her cries and whines as he behaved mercilessly with her. “Mm! Mm! Mm!” She whined like a hurt puppy and it only made him want to hear more.

“You like that, sweet girl? Like the way it feels?” He asked and she nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks as she was edging closer and closer to her release. Logan suddenly lifted her up with an arm around her waist, holding her up to his chest as he continued pumping into her. One hand clamped firmly onto her mouth and the other pressing one of her hands into her lower belly where her eyes went wide as she felt him inside her. “Do you feel me right there, baby? That’s where I belong, right here.” Logan growled into her ear as she suddenly began to shake from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. He groaned in approval, holding tightly onto her as her free hand claws at his thigh and then he emptied himself inside her with a string of swear words leaving his mouth and falling onto her shoulder.

Y/N’s a whimpering, trembling mess as he lays her down gently on the bed and she sobs when he slides out of her. Logan chuckled, pulled her panties out of her mouth, and kissed her passionately. “Thank you, Logan.” She murmur sleepily as he got dressed to go back to his room.

“My pleasure, sweet girl.” He smirked, covering her up with the blanket before he left feeling quite smug with himself.

[icebrooding]

mmmm self indulgent trammander scribbles