#Donut head

[vertigoartgore]

2001's Bart Simpson's Treehouse of Horror: Spine-Tingling Spooktacular TPB cover by Bill Morrison.

[philipreadart-blog]

Another Treehouse of Horror drawing from this Halloween because I love this episode!

[t00thpasteface]

"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you

[donutboxers]

📺Server Room📺

[originalartblog]

one dozen donutzai please

[boxsocialgames]

This game is a culmination of years of trial and error with making a drinking game to play with not only huge nerd-dorks such as myself, but casual observers as well. I wanted a pick-up-and-play version of King's Cup where you don't need to spend 10 minutes deciding the rules before you start, and that allows great variation and chance between each game. Also, I wanted to get rid of waterfall.

Link Below:

https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1656565414/the-demons-head-a-drinking-game

[hungry-skeleton]

That's the waaaaay they became The Blood Gulch Bunch!~🎶

Reblogs > Likes

[tj-crochets]

Donut isopod!!!!

Made using a pattern by Cholyknight (aka sewdesune) and frosting fabric from a spoonflower designer I cannot remember but will find a link to if anyone wants it

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

I will forever and always mourn the fact that we never got to see the shenanigans of Wash and the Reds with the Feds especially these specific reds like my god

So to fill the gap in my heart, i’ve decided to do my own shenanigans with them! Because they deserve it!! I want them to cause problems! Ok and its an excuse to have them interact with my silly little fed ocs i can confess that much

[cozylittleartblog]

my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves

also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v

i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff

[aqueousammonia-art]

bought donuts recently and thought of them

please don’t ask me how much time I spent on this drawing. enjoy

[overtake]

A random scene from my Maxiel hockey au just because

“Why the fuck does this team give us perfectly identical sweatshirts? How am I ever meant to find mine?” Daniel asks, pawing through the clothes piled precariously on one of the barstools.

“It’ll probably be the one with your number on it,” Max says drily. “And teams tend to have matching clothing.”

Daniel looks up from his careful searching and tosses Max the finger. “Just for that, I’m wearing yours.”

Max’s hoodie is technically the same size as Daniel’s because Daniel prefers to size up, but it’s stretched out around the shoulders in a way Daniel’s isn’t. There’s a small stain by the left cuff whereas Daniel keeps his pristine. Most notably, there’s a 33 over the left chest instead of a single digit. It feels more lived-in and comfortable than Daniel’s, even though Daniel probably wears his jumpers twice as often as Max does.

He pops his head of the neckline and adjusts the strings. “Alright. I’m set. Let’s go.”

Max is paused with his keys in hand, mouth slightly parted and eyes burning holes into the number screenprinted on the fabric.

“You can’t get mad. I told you I was taking it,” Daniel says, even though Max doesn’t seem upset. Daniel can’t quite identify the expression crossing his face, but it’s definitely not annoyance.

“Don’t spill anything on it,” Max finally says.

Daniel catches up to him at the door and sticks the stained arm in Max’s face. “Don’t worry. You took care of that first.”

Max shoves his arm away, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not driving you anymore. You can hobble to the rink.”

Daniel switches positions to wrap his upper body around Max’s broad back, clasp his hands around Max’s neck, and jerk one leg up as if he’s about to jump for a piggy-back ride. Max elbows him off, giggling and pink-cheeked.

“Fine, I suppose I can give you a ride, but I’m not buying your tea,” Max warns. He undercuts his threatening words by instinctively holding Daniel’s hip, pale fingers pressed into plush fabric and waiting in case Daniel’s ankle gives out. Daniel has been successfully walking with no problems for a full week now, but Max is always hovering and holding.

“But I’m cold,” Daniel pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. He’s just being annoying, but a gust of chilly air actually hits as he says it. Daniel shivers, pulling the jumper tight over his hands and moving closer to Max to try and leech some of his body heat. “I need this. Respect those of us from hot countries who played in hot states for ages.”

Max laughs, slinging an arm around Daniel’s back and tugging him into a mocking hug. “Poor Daniel. You only have to play in the NHL for the most iconic team in the craziest hockey city. Your life is very hard because it’s sometimes below zero and I don’t buy you tea.”

Daniel pulls his hands upward and dramatically rubs them together, then huddles into Max and presses his clasped hands between their chests. He doesn’t care if the hug is teasing. He’s genuinely fucking cold.

“You’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m still injured.” He pokes out his healed ankle and lightly kicks Max’s leg with it. Max is in shorts, exposing fuzzy, muscled calves to Canadian January because he’s batshit insane.

“I’m hugging you,” Max says, rubbing his free hand up and down Daniel’s back. “I am very nice.”

Daniel presses his face into Max’s shoulder, just for a second. “Yeah. You’re not too bad, I guess.”

Shortly into their drive, Max detours, parallel parks, and comes back with a massive tea and crinkly brown bag.

“Their tea is shit and the donut is vegan,” Max says. His furrowed brow is aiming for admonishing, but the tugged edges of his mouth and dramatic tone give him away. “That’s your punishment.”

He still accepts the torn pieces of donut Daniel presses to his pink mouth and licks off the crumbs that decorate the sweet freckle on his upper lip.

“Wait. You have —” Daniel covers his thumb with the blue fabric of Max’s sweater and wipes one last sprinkle away as Max pulls into a parking space.

Max catches Daniel’s wrist before he can pull it back to his own body. He stares Daniel down with big eyes and long lashes and plucks the sprinkle where it’s caught on the ribbed cuffs. Max places one hand on Daniel’s chin and pulls down his lower lip, then places the sprinkle into Daniel’s salivating mouth.

“Don’t waste food.”

Max’s hands linger for one heated second before he drops them to turn off the ignition. Daniel tries to calm the thud of his straining heart, breathing in then out in an attempt to regain some normalcy.

He takes long enough that Max knocks on his passenger-side window, peering in and making little glasses over his eyes and waving all goofy, like nothing had just happened.

He eventually pulls open Daniel’s car door for him, gesturing out to the grey pavement. “Are you planning on showing up to practice today?” he teases.

Daniel recovers enough to slide out, though not gracefully, and heads into the rink to get chirped into oblivion over the 33 that feels throbbing and alive over his still-racing heart.

[batrachised]

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[ibetittering]

Got my friend to watch rvb but he stopped RIGHT before the tex gender reveal so I have to keep skirting around it and it's KILLING ME 😭😭😭

(Part 18)

[xoxo-greed]

I'm back into twisted wonderland and I'm craving for something to read 😫 can you write something about reader "thanking" Ruggie for a nice meal he cooked for them by "giving him something" if you know what I mean 👀 my boy needs to be appreciated

A/N — YES HOLY SHART Ruggie appreciation when I love him sm,, this might b a little short guys im sorry ☹️

— ৻ꪆ “Let me touch you, boy” - WARNINGS: mdni, basically giving Ruggie head, loud moans possible 69 pose leave me aloooneeee

Ruggie was constantly trying to impress you with his cooking skills. He was from an area of the world where famine was common, so being able to cook and eat alongside the person he really cares about.

But heat gathers at the bottom of his stomach as the oil from the meat runs down your mouth, little praises coming from your mouth as you eat the meal he prepared with so much care.

After the meal, he lays in the heat of his bed, in his boxers, you join him awhile after, laying in bed next to him as you kiss his neck. “Thank you for the meal, dear” you say, kissing him as your lips press against each other. His hands roam your body, simply wearing bra, panties and a loose shirt did things to him, your hips against him as you hold his head with a gentle grip.

He, in his animal senses, takes the chance and start grinding against you, hard, clothed girth rubbing against your clothed clit, a whimper filling your mouth as he shivers against you.

— ৻ꪆ

you don’t really know how you got there, but your hands moved against his cock softly, pre-cum covering your hands as your tongue presses gently against his tip, his hands running down your ass, gazing at your pussy as he runs a finger down your wetness.

“Mmm look at her..” he mumbled hungrily, he could go for some desert.

As you put his girth into your mouth, he groaned loudly as he rutted into your mouth, little bit of saliva in the bits of his mouth. “Agh it’s feels s’good” he mumbled, a finger moving your panty line as he moves his thumb on your clit, making a moan leave your mouth as it vibrates in your throat and stays on his dick, making him groan and rut into your mouth once more. He dips his fingers into your slit, taking a lick of it, his tongue dipping in and out. The coil in your stomach turns the deeper the muscle goes, walls straining against his tongue.

you push yourself onto his girth once more, head bobbing as you feel his thigh tightening and shaking, seed filling your mouth, Sevens it’s so sweet, probably because of the junk food he eats.

You grind on his face, desperately chasing release as you come on his face, juices flowing onto his chin. You let out a little cough, sitting on his lap. “Sorry..”

He lets out his usual funny laugh, “Don’t worry, trust me that’s gotta be the best desert I’ve ever tasted..”

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

💥Shiva Yvanie

Rough first design of my dnd character💥