#erasing my drafts...

[menasors]

@wwheeljack hello bro. Tumblr is evil.

Motormaster: Self-image?

Simultaneously in love with himself and terribly self-conscious. He starts off prideful of himself, because why wouldn't he? He's the son of Megatron, leader of a gestalt group, his own team. He's great! Unfortunately, the pride dies out as he and his brothers face how others treat them. Megatron's love for them isn't enough to ignore how everyone else laughs at his brothers' speech patterns or them being from Earth. How they annoy their superiors and don't know anything. Motormaster doesn't see himself as being good enough to protect his brothers from those comments and feelings if he himself feels bad about them.

Dead End: Biggest pet-peeves?

People talking to him, especially while reading. His inexperience with the gestalt bond would have him so confused at people talking to him when he's clearly expressing he doesn't want to be talked to, not realising he's only broadcasting that to his brothers.

Wildrider: Favorite creative endeavors?

I'm like 99% sure I commented something like this on Fissure, but the dude LOVES messy art. He's filling water balloons with paint and throwing them somewhere near his canvas. He's making pretty clay sculptures and throwing knives at them. He uses any random item as an art tool. He shoots his art halfway through making it. Sometimes he carries unfinished pieces on missions just to see what happens after. He goes absolutely wild.

Drag Strip: Thoughts on death?

I think he's suicidal. Or he would be, until he saw someone he knew well die. He wants to die, and not in the way Dead End does. Dead End just knows it will happen and prepares for it. Drag Strip wants to stop being such a failure and in the way, but eventually he'd see someone die on the field. It was inevitable, just as Dead End always said, and it'd change him (the both of them, actually). What do you mean the random guy who'd wave at the Stunticons every now and then in the mess hall is just gone now?

It'd be a very complicated feeling for him, I think. Going from thinking death as a simple solution to certain things to realising how it haunts people, even when they hardly knew who died. I think he'd want to make himself a sort-of medic to his team. He doesn't want his brothers to die. He feels like nothing without them.

Breakdown: Reaction to being sick?

He hates how vulnerable and weak he feels, though he manages to find a positive.

I think with his health issues, being sick would be genuinely painful for him, even if it's just something small like a common cold. The positive is that he gets an excuse to hide away and do nothing. He's in pain but it's like staying home from work because of period cramps and watching a movie while trying not to screech in pain.

Menasor: Most prized possession?

Ooo this is hard. But concrete Lego blocks from Devs, and also his sword! His sword reminds him of the combined (heh) effort he and his brothers put into having him out, and how much they love him. It makes him feel so welcome and like he belongs with it. Even when they shut him out, he's part of the team, and that shows it.

[justwannabecat]

“Yeah, see, the Anti-Ecto Acts are even more troubling than ‘inciting war with the Realm of the Dead and all its gods’ level.” Phantom began. “It affects the living, even outside of that.”

Constantine huffed, but didn’t disagree. Bruce could only guess what he was thinking.

“At least, from what Clockwork taught me,” Phantom continued, and that made Constantine snap to attention, “ectoplasm is just kind of… There. Floating around in the background, but at such a low level that it doesn’t usually manifest. But it’s still there, and it functions kind of like radiation: just being around it might cause you to develop liminality.”

“Liminality?” Bruce asked. Phantom shrugged.

“Any side effects you would notice are only caused by high levels of exposure, nothing like this low-level radiation. But, well… Ectoplasm is both attracted to emotions and attracted by emotions. And ectoplasm heightens emotions, too. The fact that the human race has been alive so long, evolved to feel more complex emotions, it’s because the ectoplasm bonded enough with humanity to allow that. Humans achieved sentience because they could feel enough to determine they existed. Without ectoplasm, slowly those emotions will fade. And…” Phantom hesitated.

“…I can’t say that humanity will become nonsentient once again, not for sure. But I can say that you will slowly, generation by generation, lose the feelings you have now.”

[slabmaxxing]

spoke spoke spoke

[b4kuch1n]

study of this masterwork

[pumpkinphrog]

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[thecheesecracker]

Teeth examination

[blackkatdraws2]

[Blank Scripts AU]

The Narrator [Black] and reality-warping.

[summerhalder]

two days late but, ball toss - the final

[transremylebeau]

@remysrogue left so many good prompts that I Am working on but like i had to do this one real quick cause its so real.

Keep sending silly prompts for gambit stuff if youd like 😎

[thechibilitwick]

don’t you hate it when this guy name kirisaki shidou comes over and just starts shidouing all over the place

[acekindaneat]

uh oh! bad decision, serizawa!

[etfrin]

Annoying Fucker

Warning - NSFW//(Cunnilingus f. receiving. Ruined orgasm (Gojo being an ass, reader gets to cum at the end though), fingering f. receiving)

Summary - Gojo Satoru annoyed you to no end. So you shut him with your pussy.

Gojo Satoru x female! reader

If you knew it was this easy, you would have spread your legs for this much, much earlier.

You can't help but relish at the sight of Gojo on his knees, his head between your thighs, one of your leg over his shoulder and another is being held by him, his long thick fingers sprawled on your inner thigh, to keep you spread.

He was eyeing at your cunt like he simply couldn't believe that you were like this for him. You. You who never gave him the time of the day. His breath hit your clit, making you shiver.

You tsk, growing a bit impatient. "Not up for a taste, Gojo?" You taunt him, "Or do you just prefer cheap shit that you forgot what the good thing tastes like?"

He simply chuckled at your words. His eyes flickering to yours. The heat oh-so obvious. He wanted you for so long and here you were spread open like a feast for him.

"I think we'll soon find out," is what he replies before diving into your cunt like a starving man. Sucking your cunt with his mouth like it was a filthy porno and the rent was due.

You let out a breathless moan. Your fingers gripped his hair, not sure whether to push him away to escape from this overwhelming pleasure or to just bring him even closer.

You decided on the latter when his tongue dips into your inner walls, effectively fucking you now. You raised your hips for a deeper penetration. You whine, feeling your walls twitching around his tongue. Satoru merely smiles while he kept his tongue fucking into you. Going deeper each time, his tongue moving around your walls. Your grip on his head got stronger as you felt yourself get closer.

So, so close. "Gojo," you moaned. Then just as suddenly he stopped pulling away even when you tried to pull him in again. How could you ever? He is the strongest, what he wants, he gets.

You glare at him, "What the fuck, Gojo?" "Satoru," he replied, "Not Gojo." His blue eyes were filled with amusement, "Call me that and I'll let you come."

You clenched your jaw, but your need to cum was bigger than picking a fight with this annoying prick. "Satoru," you said, letting the name settle on your tongue.

"Satoru, get your fucking tong-" Before you could finish the sentence he was already diving right back into your cunt. This time focusing on your clit. Taking the pretty button onto his mouth and sucking it.

His tongue licking it, his lips sucking the clit like it was a lollipop. You moan his name, "Satoru, yes you fuck- Toru toru-" You didn't realize that you had called him Toru. But the satisfaction he felt from you calling him that made him more determined to give you a proper orgasm.

Making sure that he was still sucking your clit, he pushed two of his fingers into your sloppy cunt that was now wet with his saliva and your juices. Your walls immediately squeezed his fingers like a vice. Satoru pops off your clit to snicker, "Slut."

You were too busy with the feel of his thick, longer fingers than his words to bother with replying. Although you did make sure the grip you had on his hair got tight enough to tear out a few hair strands. He merely lets out a groan from the action, smirking as his blue eyes are filled with glee.

He curves his fingers just right and then gets back to sucking at your clit. You felt the familiar heat build-up. The need, the urge to let go. You groan, "Toru- toru close!"

He just goes faster, stuffing his fingers so deep into you could almost feel them reach the end. You spill yourself onto his fingers, your juices leaking down onto the floor.

He pulls his fingers out as you let out a whimper from the sudden emptiness. He sucks his fingers clean, his eyes focused on the stains your juices left on the floor.

He pouts, "Can't believe you let that stain the floor, darling. I could have just cleaned you up." He lets out a huff before he goes right back into your cunt, leisurely licking your cum while your fingers dug into his scalp.

[vanityangel]

"Jacob Fatu is what WWE always wanted Solo Sikoa to be." The same 5 songs. The same 5 songs. Wrestling fans, they play the same 5 fucking songs. Anyway, this is my incredibly long-winded rant about wrestling fans and Solo Sikoa's character.

To me, I think if Solo Sikoa was presented just like Jacob Fatu is now it would make zero fucking sense to his character. Even, or especially, to the parts they haven't really touched on much yet. Jacob is immediately presented to us as cold, emotionless (except like. anger.), a monster incapable of morals. He tears apart whatever stands before him without thought, just destruction in its purest form. As though this is just who he is and how he always has been. Solo wasn't always completely cold and merciless, not in NXT and not when he first joined The Bloodline. He was very closed off, but he was still human. There was still warmth to him. He still gave respect to his peers who he felt earned it, laughed and joked, he made friends or at least allies he was willing to trust enough to team up with. Solo wasn't a lost soul. He slowly became more "emotionless" in time after joining The Bloodline. The more he was left alone around Roman. And big notable moment of shift in his demeanor is when Sami left. Even when Jey at the time HATED Sami and Roman was still demanding him to prove his trust, Solo took to this weird little guy anyway. They became an odd couple pair. If Solo was always presented like Jacob, his progression into becoming so frustrated at Roman that he started to raise his voice and yell at him would have been nothing worth noting. Solo was quiet, Solo was calm. Solo operated like a machine; he took orders with seeming no regard to his own feelings on the matter and thus no expected pushback. Jacob is so like a ticking timebomb with everyone always on edge when he will explode. So chaotic and dangerous that even when he displays undying loyalty people expect him to pushback at any order at any given moment. Unhinged and unable to be leashed. Jacob is reactive. Solo was not. As Roman's enforcer, if Solo ever did seem to have his own opinion on something, he would look thoughtful and considering but kept it to himself. He has started off more vocal in the beginning, carrying into when he joined The Bloodline, but over time he retreated into a shell. He said nothing more than what was needed to be said. Despite being a family outcast Solo was brought to the main roster by the Elders orders, then acknowledged Roman without hesitation. Even when he propped himself as Tribal Chief he stated he would acknowledge Roman as the rightful Chief if he were to take the Ula Fala back, as if Roman had to earn it. Though where Solo's loyalty lies is always unclear, a loyalty no one can return in kind to him, he still seems to have his own idea of being loyal and earned respect. A system he believes. And Solo still has a vulnerability to him, one he even weaponizes. For Jacob's very debut Solo fell to the ground, pleading, eyes wide and doe-like enough to create pause before breaking into a maniacal laughter. Even talking about how the streets hardened him in his early NXT promos he had a vulnerability. A "hurt people hurt people" type who still seemed stung at being left behind and going forward is trying to prove his worth, that he does have value, to the very people who discarded him. He can bring gold to the family, he can keep them at the top no matter the sacrifice. What's best for the family above self. Jacob is unpredictable because no one knows what will set him off. Solo is unpredictable because no one knows which face is sincere. Solo and Jacob are not interchangeable.

[habibisagi]

vampire oliver..............

[dailydigidraw]

One of the Ten Legendary Warriors [...] Fairymon is more proficient in information warfare than actual combat.

[venacoeurva]

Do you do artfight?

I don't, I waaaaaay don't have the energy for it and it's not something I really would want to do anyway.