#and it barely counts

[woolydemon]

wow my one drawing of my oc that is just max but tall did p well maybe I should post. actual s&m art

[fashion-runways]

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[pleader600]

Happy 6th anniversary Detroit Become Human!!

Almost everybody is here! I made a scavenger-hunt like image, featuring 141 unique characters, 20 animals, and 10 Jericho symbols to locate! The biggest piece I’ve challenged myself with, I hope you guys enjoy!

[nightshadeowl]

Simple comfy X. Take good care of him for me thanks bye

Tag list: @fakezircon @tangy-soup @soup-guy @chelblue @12u3ie @darubyprincx @mimmit

[apotheotic-cravings]

I just started Harrow the ninth and the shift in tone… was both jarring and kind of hilarious.

[hansama]

Day 6 - Game on!

@sansxyouweek

[amygdalae]

Untitled

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Honorary appreciation post for this mentally exhausted sweetheart.

[0l-unreliable]

After a falling out with his previous backers, Bro is quickly running out of money for his various schemes and projects. While looking for new sponsors he manages to catch the eye of Mr. Harley, a strange older man of mysterious wealth, and is given the funds he needs to continue his work. However, it seems Mr. Harley is more interested in the inventor than the inventions...

(this is a warm-up sketch that got out of hand)

[pandoraslxna]

Bae ok so I js had an idea🤭

What ab lo'ak coming home after a long day and he's being all needy and touchy towards the reader n ends up saying something like "I need you to sit on my face mama" 🧎🏽‍♀️

Love you!🩷🩷

adult Lo‘ak x female reader, minors dni 🔞

As soon as Lo‘ak had entered through the door of your shared marui, shoulders dropped and tail limblessly dragging over the floor behind him, you knew that he must’ve had a rough day.

He doesn’t even speak when he scoops you into his arms, picks you up and lays you down onto the soft, woven sleeping mat on the other side of the room. His hands roam your body before you could even greet him properly, caressing every inch of skin they could reach, squeezing your soft flesh and worshiping every curve. An attempt to ask him about his day is immediately muffled by his lips against yours, his tongue exploring the familiar warmth and wetness of your mouth and he sighs deeply into the kiss.

It goes on like this for a while, both of you leaving trails of kisses on each others bodies behind, for your hands to follow like the map to a treasure. Lo’ak peels you out of your clothes like you’re a piece of candy and he’s desperate to pop you into his mouth and swirl his tongue around you. But this shouldn’t be about you. Your mate seems so drained from his day, you just want him to lay down and let you do all the work. You know that he deserves this more than you right now.

"I need you to sit on my face, mama", Lo‘ak suddenly says, making you pause midway of untying his loincloth and glance up at him with furrowed brows.

"But I… I wanted to take care of you, Lo‘ak", you say softly, "You seem so tired, just let me—"

"Please, baby, c‘mon", he cuts you off, slowly pulling you up and urging you to straddle his head, "Ride my face, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Was the only thing that helped me through it."

How could you ever deny him a request like that?

The moment your soft folds come in contact with his lips, a downright pornographic groan rumbles through his chest. But once he realizes the tension in your thighs and that you only hover over his face, Lo’ak gives a playful smack to your ass that makes you yelp.

"I said sit."

You swallow thickly. With a silent nod, you do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face properly and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit, where he closes his lips around the little nub of pleasure and sucks.

"Lo’ak", you draw his name out in a long moan, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut.

Between your thighs, you hear him moan at your taste. You fist your hands in his braided hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face, against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name between slurps and sucks.

Lo‘ak is a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive, even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Hmm, fuck that’s it", he groans, voice muffled against your dripping cunt, "Taste s‘good, so wet for me. Want you to cum on my face, baby. Make a mess on me."

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit, then switching to stick his tongue into you, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices, smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can.

Taking a hand off your hip, he then slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

You gasp sharply, hands fisting his hair tighter and mindlessly tugging as your thighs snap close around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm while he kisses and sucks on your clit until you’re slumping forward, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, he signals you to untangle yourself from him, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and the sight makes you flustered, cheeks heating up in bright red colors. When Lo‘ak sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock, bulging the fabric of his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

Seeing the way you look at him, Lo‘ak only grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth before he repositions himself. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then kneels right between your thighs. Hooking your legs up high over his shoulders, your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft inside of your thigh, leaving claiming marks behind. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver.

"But- But what about you?", you whisper, half lidded eyes carefully observing the way he lowers his head between your thighs once again. He doesn’t even look up at you, his own eyes completely fixed on the way you desperately clench around nothing, dripping arousal like sweet nectar and he licks his lips in anticipation.

"This is about me, baby. Now hush and let me enjoy my favorite meal. I’m fucking starving."

[meenah]

the bloodcastes in homestuck are so funny like heres this canon system of oppression these aliens have. heres how theyre bigoted with it. btw this only matters for about twenty minutes and the characters who are canonically the Only of their given blood color on their planet (and thereby the Most oppressed or quite literally Training To Be the Empress) are never going to talk about that to anyone else except One Guy and the One Guy is going to be a Huge Douche about it to them. the only hemoist character left by the end of the story is vriska also because everyone else is either A. dead or B. lowblood. no this isn't ever resolved because of the retcons for all we know vriska is still in fact hemoist by the end of the story because most of her character growth was removed

[spacedace]

Been doing a plot overhaul of Ghosts of Gotham and the time line is getting wild but at least I have the general vibes of each of the four big plot lines figured out:

(shoutout to Brennan Lee Mulligan's portrayl of Tula on Burrow's End for making me realize what Dan's story was gonna be lol)

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin’ of This Au where Jason ends up collecting all of the de-aged liminal class which causes his plans to spiral. And am also thinking if he found them even earlier, before he made his big debut with 6 heads in a duffle bag, back when he was a mere whisper. Y’know, something minor the bats seemingly didn’t have to worry about. 

Like he still has his goons, even if less than he would because he is still taking over the underbelly, it’s just far slower because suddenly he has like, twelve small children to keep safe along with defending the alley from these government goons. 

Like I want the GIW to full on build files on this (to-them) half rabid ghost prowling crime alley whenever one survives to retreat and lick their wounds. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to notice a pattern. Enough to figure out when their lost specimens are not with the very dangerous ghost. 

Enough to catch the babysitting goon off guard, to overwhelm them with numbers. 

Enough to take his children. 

And Jason has seen those labs, he’s torn apart several, but they aren’t in Gotham anymore, they’re goneGoneGone and he needs to get them back. They’re just babies, they’re his babies, and he’s not going to let them be cut into again. 

And there is no warning on the Watchtower when the Zeta activates. There is no alarm when a hulking figure enters during their weekly nearly full-team meeting. A figure that could pass as both human or not, with sparks trailing behind barely restrained movements as they get ready to fight this masked intruder. 

“Diana Prince, Wally West, Clark Kent, John Jones, Arthur Curry.” There’s this deadly calm as he speaks, because otherwise he would only be feeling rage. “I know each and every one of your identities, and if you don’t help me everyone is going to know them.” 

[kitamars]

HAPPY GINHIJI DAY WOOOOOO

[cathamburger]

recent one piece doodles!

wano luffies referenced from this post

[dragonsbluee]

Is it just me who took a while to realize just how heavy on the angst TCF is? Mostly because our wonderful (unreliable) narrator Cale just has this nonchalant tone about everything.

Cale: oh you know, I just watched the literal apocalypse start, lived through it for years, my best friends/brothers all but blood died before my eyes, and now I'm in a whole new world where I've built a family that is being threatened by the same apocalypse and worse. Also, turns out my life was shit before I came here becuase I was dealing with the consequences of some bastard's curse since he stole my original body.

Readers: wait, what.

Cale: oh yeah, I'm deeply traumatized, but I'm not going to admit it to anyone unless I'm literally forced to by a god (derogetory). And my friends keep having to watch me sacrifice myself, throw up blood, or put myself in other really dangerous situations.

Reader: ummmm. Can we circle back around to any of that?

Cale: no.