#This is so crazy ;-;

[witchlingcirce]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone Ellie Williams as hard as her

[pommemybeloved]

PT.1 of my Purgatory photo dump☹️

[sunniques]

whoever said about dp with minwon reminded me of stepdad and stepuncle minwon, so get the vision:

mingyu once goes to visit his older brother wonwoo, and since they’re so close, gyu has the key to your family’s apartment. he opens the door, expecting to find someone on the kitchen or living room, but no one seems to be there

when he’s just about to leave, he hears moans and whimpers coming out of your mom and wonwoo’s room, and he instantly gets to recognize it was you wonwoo was fucking instead of your mom – how couldn’t he recognize this sweet voice when he’s had a crush on you since day 1?

he can’t help but peek inside the room, just to find you on all fours while wonwoo’s doing anal training with you. so he stays there with tightening pants and being unable to move away from the delicious scene of his brother fucking his stepdaughter

when wonwoo finally starts fucking your ass, mingyu can’t help but start stroking himself through his pants. nonu ends up noticing gyu is there, so he ends up inviting his little brother to play a bit too

and that’s how you end up getting double penetrated by your stepdad and stepuncle while wonwoo degrades the fuck out of you with sentences like “look at how greedy you are, taking two cocks at once” and mingyu praises you

(had to send another ask bc i got inspired, don’t mind if there are any grammar errors or bad english pls

💋 anon

“you don’t have to be so mean, hyung.” mingyu says with a pout as he slowly works his cock into your tight pussy.

wonwoo smirks at his little brother as he pinches and pulls on your hard nipples. “she fucking loves it. don’t you, baby?”

you nod through a fucked out mewl, brain full of cock. your ass is getting pounded so roughly while mingyu gently spears your pussy open. the two brothers are so different with their strokes, but they’re both successfully fucking you dumb on your mom’s bed

[lesbylertruther]

i'm going to try and not think abut the state of my country right now and focus on the good news. it's stranger things day! and my boys are back!

[systarkitty]

Ok I think I cooked a 5 star meal, basically I saw the line "what if when we pretend to be Mike we are Mike" and went. Get possessed by the spirit of Mike bitch.

WHAT IN THE BILL CIPHER

[havethehappyduometup]

[teatyryn]

cant process ANYTHING other than solarflare and solgaleo rn but also mapicc is never gonna stfu abt 20 heart players and zam now and idk if should giggle and laugh or breakdown

[sevs-corner]

the voices are talking again and they have concluded on the random idea of -- Tf 141: Transformers AU but they're like Cade Yeager and you're Tessa Yeargar (this is gonna be more on the found family genre, ok?)

Imagine the setting is based on the movie "Age of Extinction"

The four are just strugglin' to make ends meet as country-side mechanics out in the wild west. They could barely feed each other, living by each passing pay they could scrape together with all the odd jobs they pick up on the side. From mowing lawns, fixing plumbing, working in construction, double timing shifts at groceries and mechanic shops-- they do all this to support their family. To put food on their table.

And to make sure you get to live a comfortable life.

Yes, you-- the infamously adopted daughter of those gay couple at the corner of town. Clearly they're relationship status was viewed in poor taste by the townsfolk (those stubborn traditionalists) and in return, you were often associated with that status and unjustly judged for it.

School was always shit, a pain to go to and see-- but you needed to do it. Needed to finish it and graduate.

Not just because you're ass was on the line if you didn't, but you wanted to go to college for engineering. You were inspired by your dads (and secretly wanted to make them proud) and worked closely with them whenever they would coop up in their 'man-cave' (aka their working barn but they hang out there often too, so they resolve to calling it that.)

Day-in and day-out, you would help them after doing homework, helping some left over clean-up work they had to do before cooking dinner and sharing a couple of beers in front of a televised game. Once you were sure that they were all conked-up and snoring, sometimes, you would sneak into their garage and grab some of their old inventions-- trying to replicate them without any of their blueprints and study the purpose behind it. You would do this in your own personal workshop with your prized car that you fixed up yourself (and sometimes used in the drag car races.)

Hence, in similar fashion, you work as hard as them and in return, they try their best to support you-- with the only thing holding them back is the point that you might be away from them.

The best engineering college is states away and they just can't see why you can't just attend the college they have nearby, and still live with them to cut on costs on rent and other daily necessities.

But to their frustrations, you were just as stubborn as them (you were raised by them after all) and wouldn't back down from that argument. It wasn't like it was sure-ball guarantee you were going to leave-- what if you really sucked and that top league university doesn't take you? So, to you, they were just unnecessarily worrying for something that might not even happen in the first place.

Until... it does.

You're days awaiting for your graduation date and just fulfilling some left over requirements your school does for the students at the end of the year. You've started picking up on your side-hustle of also becoming a mechanic (and a secret drag racer at the side) at the car dealer and their mechanic shop, hoping to earn as much as you can for whatever fate has dealt in her cards for you.

These men are antsy.

They could feel the date coming closer and closer and either side had not come to a compromise on what you would do.

Until they see it.

That dreaded fucking mailman on a rickety old bike, their daily papers and some envelopes in his hand as he slots it in their old- but automatic- mailbox. When he looks up, the mailman sweats profusely, seeing all their pointed glares aimed at him, and just as he was about to pedal away-- a dog (Riley) chases after him like its his routine yet he still screams and bikes away.

Though he goes faster than before once he sees the dog actually jump over the fence this time.

All of them huff out a chuckle before Soap decides to grab the mail with Gaz giving him a quick smooch on his shaved off head in thanks while the other three of them go back to working out the old mobile their neighbor wanted fixed up.

Yet this gets interrupted by the most horrific scream Johnny lets out, making them whip their heads to the noise and immediately make their way to him.

And there they see, in his trembling hand, the letter.

In bright bold font behind the transparent section of the envelope, it says...

"Congratulations for being accepted."

Sadly, this news never reached you, no matter how much you pried for it. Seeing in your email that the letter was in transit and should be on the way soon, but still-- there was no news.

And the four men they call themselves cannot muster the courage to break this to you in fear that you would leave them.

Although this stone is left unturned when the truck- that Ghost found in an old theater his friend asked him to fix-up, became a fucking autobot in their barn.

Chaos ensues just like the plot of the movie.

They learn of your drag racing driving skills from the 'boyfriend' that saved you guys before getting picked off by the black ops unit of the CIA- the Cemetery Wind (or in this case, the Shadow Company) led by Philipp Graves.

Your boyfriend, being Alex Keller, a top race car driver that actually trained you and cleaned up your skills as a driver, which he was thankful at the moment when you proceed to pull out moves that crashed the other cars behind you and lose them in the explosion that helped you get off the grid for a moment.

The four men don't know what's worse now.

You not agreeing with them in your choice of college or you keeping a secret boyfriend from them under their nose-- and they have to see HIM cuddle up with YOU- THEIR PRECIOUS DAUGHTER?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

So, the whole time, they're trying to keep you away from each other-- and it was quite easy with four bodyguards orbiting around you 24/7.

All the while, you guys plan with Optimus to meet up with the rest of the Autobots to infiltrate the headquarters of K.S.I. after discovering that the company behind the attacks on the autobots. You had no choice but to accompany your family, you didn't trust them to keep themselves safe so you were gonna keep them in check-- with your boyfriend, of course.

On the other side of this story (for the other characters), Shepherd (in place of Joshua Joyce as the CEO) is the great big antagonist that helps rebuild Galvatron while in kahoots with Graves to forward their plan of improving the world through the use of the 'seed.'

Laswell, for this role, was the secretary of Shepherd-- but after the attack of their headquarters, gets in contact with the Optimus crew and offers her aid and connections to over turn the corrupted tide that was surely going to end their world.

The boys are obviously hesistant, but once she proves her information to be correct once she showed the company's plans on Galvatron-- they knew they needed her to accomplish it.

And so the plot continues as per the movie with its own sprinkle of excitement (once i build this in my drafts lol)

Welp, that was my word vomit for today-- you can find my masterlist here!

[im-a-ghost666]

THAT ONE BEZZ EDITOR ON TIKTOK (yk the one) EDITED MARC! AND NOT IN A MEAN WAY! THE WORLD IS HEALING!

[whoreiorcats]

Oh Unholy Day

Part 4 of The Stone

Gemma Scout/Helena Eagan(?)

Word Count: 19,402

Rating: E (PLEASE READ THE TAGS!)

Summary:

Helly has several uncomfortable conversations about Helena, herself, and the both of them, too.

Read here.

[amethyst-marshmallow]

my computer is broken lol so i did a lot of traditional art :3

Frisk on paper MIGHT have cooked🙏🙏🙏

Other things under the cut

So in order the characters are

1: idk what to name them but they are an astronaut dog, they also have a space suit but I was too lazy to draw them in it lol. the picture was inspires by me listening to Grahm Cartna specifically the .temp playlist grr I love it but TMP2 is my fav

2: Camo, a fox/dog hybrid inspired by kittydogs (I LOVE THEM SM AKSHJAID) I need to rewrite their backstory but I think originally they were some sort of experement that made their eyes super sensitive so they wore a blindfold??? but they could still see through it cuz thats how sensitive their eyes were??? idk I forgor I was like 10 when i made it up lmaooo

3: Glitches (if youre an og (no one) you know them) a tv head, this sketch isnt colored, but I am redesigning them theyre an old oc aaa I dont have much to say about them lmaoo

4: a lotta people, including me trying to find out how to dress up camo cuz idk what he should wear

5 omg no way its Frisk from Undersnail aaa so crazy the picture was inspired by the song bitter choco decoration such a good song yay

[rosamariaa]

Wolfstar beach episode | nsfw-ish (just a tiny bit) |

You could say that Sirius Black is always in control of his emotions and impulses. Yes, people often say he is reckless and doesn't think before doing something, but this doesn't mean he loses control easily. Especially when it comes to his feelings—he promised himself long ago that he would always be 100% true to himself and his emotions. There’s no such thing as his mind playing tricks on him or feeling emotions he doesn’t understand. He is his own best understander.

So, you see, it's all very inconvenient when his mind goes blank and a static noise fills his brain when he looks to his side and sees... freckles. There's a blue, glistening ocean in front of him, a gently salt-filled breeze filling up his nose and a very bright and very hot sun overhead but all he can think about is a sun-kissed back and so many little freckles everywhere, he can't look anywhere else. And it's all the fault of a one Remus Lupin.

Sirius has come to the conclusion that it's a visceral reaction, really. It just can’t be helped.

Lately, all his previous beliefs about having complete control over his thoughts and reactions have been thrown out the window by the lanky boy currently lying on his stomach, quietly reading a book. Remus is propped up on his elbows, holding the book open with one hand while using the other to push and pull at his bottom lip—apparently a habit he has while reading. Sirius noticed. Because he’s been looking at Remus and at his slightly curved lips, at his back, at freckles…

Those damn freckles. Sirius wants to… well, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants to look at them some more, trace them with his fingers, see if they form a constellation. He also wants to kiss them, see if they taste like ocean water or sun-kissed skin—or maybe something uniquely Remus that he’s dying to find out what it tastes like.

He wants to do so many things at once, but in the end, he finally just lifts his hand and gently presses the pad of his middle finger onto a lonely freckle near the edge of Remus’ left shoulder. It’s such a light touch that Remus doesn’t even seem to notice; he’s still darting his eyes across the page, frowning at random paragraphs, fully immersed in his reading.

Emboldened by the knowledge that he isn't going to explode into pieces if he touches his friend, Sirius then continues his exploration. Remus' back is warm from the relentless sun and, knowing him, Sirius is sure he didn't apply sunscreen today and is about to get sun-burned. Sirius can apply it for him. Later. If Remus wants to. Now he is focused on his task.

He starts slow, leaving the first lonely freckle behind and moving up to Remus' shoulder, where he has the most of them. Then, he uses his fingertips to trace patterns on Remus skin, starting from his shoulders, down from there, then up again, close to his neck. It's all very natural, honestly. Sirius is sitting on the sand, propped up on his elbows while also caressing one of his childhood best friends that is laid shirtless besides him.

Remus doesn't really show any reaction and Sirius wonders if he is even feeling the touches but then... then Sirius draws a precise line from the back of Remus’ neck to the middle of his back, and oh, Remus definitely feels that. His hand stills mid-page, and a trail of goosebumps erupts across his skin.

Sirius feels a slow grin creep across his face.

He does it again, drags his nail from the end of Remus spine to the middle of his shoulder blades and yeah, there's no mistaking the reaction this particular action has on Remus from the way he puts his book down and looks up at Sirius, eyes squinting against the sun.

"What are you—" He begins but then Sirius does it again, now with three fingertips and Remus cuts himself off with an involuntary huff of laughter.

He groans and buries his face on his arms. "Don't do that— you know I'm ticklish" He mumbles, his voice muffled.

"OSirius says, stopping his hand on the small of Remus’ back and leaning forward, closer to Remus’ buried face. "I had no idea, actually."

"Yeah, well, " Remus lifts his head slightly. "Now you know"

They are close, now. Too close, and Sirius' hand is still resting open on Remus' back when he, absentmindedly, decides to slide it to his waist. Suddenly, Sirius feels his body temperature go a degree higher with the realisation that he is touching Remus—Actually touching, not only featherlike teasing.

Remus smiles lazily, and rests his head on his hand, eyeing the hand on his waist. "Are you going to give me a massage or what?"

He’s teasing. Sirius feels his insides turn to mush, his face growing warm while Remus mocks him. Sirius wants to crawl into the sand. He also wants to give him that massage.

"Hell no" Sirius huffs a laughter, taking his hands off Remus but promptly clamps it down on his shoulder, now redder than ever and clearly sore from the sun.

"ah, ah—fucking hell, Sirius" Remus winces, trying to pull away, but there’s not much room to go since he’s lying down.

"You know what you need? Sunscreen, you maniac" Sirius says, finally letting it go.

Remus flops down again. " Too tired to do it, tho"

Sirius snorts and lays back down on his elbows. "Tired from doing what? Reading on the sun-" Remus blindly reaches back with his arm to swat at him.

"If you're so pressed, put it on me then" Remus mutters.

Sirius almost chokes with his own saliva and feels his insides going warm again at the thought of getting to put something in Remus.

He takes a deep breath, looks up at the bright sky and mutters a quick pray. He is not a religious person by any means.

"Sure, if it prevents you from turning into a red crab" He sits up and looks for the sunscreen bottle buried somewhere in the sand.

"That doesn't even make sense..." He hears Remus muffled voice from somewhere behind him.

And so, like the brave man Sirius is, he gets the sunscreen and gets on his knees next to Remus, who’s still lying on his stomach, only his eyes visible above his crossed arms. Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, and Remus responds with a soft laugh.

Sirius squeezes the sunscreen on his palm and starts with Remus' shoulders. He hears him do a little hiss of pain and apologises, massaging the product more gently around all the expanse of Remus' back, but this time around he already knows all the freckles that adorn his skin. All the different textures and dents and little scars Remus' doesn't like to talk about— all of them engraved into his memory.

He joked about Remus being tired moments before, but it really must be true because moments later Sirius finds him with his eyes closed, hair falling on his face and gently swaying with the wind. His mouth is slightly open and Sirius can see a bit of a crooked tooth and the whiplash from wanting to trace, lick and grab every patch of Remus' skin to wanting to pick him up, tuck his head on his neck and stroke his hair has left Sirius a bit nauseous.

"Hey" He whispers softly, trying to wake him up.

Remus stirs slightly but doesn't really move. Sirius reaches down to brush some of hair away from his eyes and tries again. "Hey, Rem?"

Slowly and blinking softly, Remus opens his eyes and Sirius has never felt such a desire to kiss someone else's eyes or nose or mouth all at the same time before.

"Want to go back inside?" He smiles softly. "We're going to get lunch in a bit but there's time for a nap, if you want?"

Remus looks tiredly around for a moment and settles his eyes on their friends, a bit far away playing and swimming in the water. "Hmm... I have to go tell—"

"No, no. I tell them and you can just go back" Sirius only gives Remus time to nod before he gets up quickly and strides off to the water. All the while he feels his legs like jelly and his neck warm (and not only because of the sun).

what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck-

He tells his friends he is going back to the house with Remus and only gets a few Okay's and some ironic snorts in return, which he frankly doesn't understand and stops trying to when he gets back and Remus is standing there, eyes tired and soft and waiting for him to get closer before taking Sirius' hand on his own and walking to their rented beach house.

And so the morning ends with both Sirius and Remus throwing themselves into Sirius king size bed, feet dangling off the edge and sand on their feet, sleeping peacefully. Sirius is going to wake up a few hours later, annoyed because he can't believe they got his bed full of sand, and he will look to the side and see freckles—freckles everywhere.

[sunniques]

so... thinking about cheol n bulge kink....

the way he would go feral when he sees the little bump protruding from your lower abdomen. he presses down on it, hissing at the stimulation. after that he just starts pounding into you, staring at where his cock reaches inside you until you’re both cumming.

[sweetsoona]

Idk if anyone has talked about this yet but I find it so interesting how proximus’s followers use electricity based weapons just like dodge did against the apes in rise, and dodge’s weapon was practically the symbol of oppression at the primate shelter so it’s so ironic how proximus hundreds of years later uses the same exact type of weapon for the same reason 😭 to oppress apes which makes him no better than the humans he despises it’s just so INTERESTING and i refuse to believe it wasn’t an intentional choice by the writers

I’m a buffoon because how did I not notice this connection when it’s G O L D!!! Proximus claiming Caesar’s name while using the same EXACT tool of oppression that was used against Caesar? Further highlighting his hypocrisy and distortion of Caesar’s ideals? My god!

We could also connect Caesar “defeating” Dodge’s shock staff with water, to Noa’s flood against Proximus. A staff vs a hose, centuries later, twisting and escalating into an army’s weapon vs an ocean’s flood.

[losersaiint312]

to charlotte von stein, goethe // hannibal’s mizumono final draft, steve lightfoot and bryan fuller