#praise please

[thxnks4themrms]

RAHHHH I JUST FINISHED MY ENGLISH ASSIGMDNT

now all i gotta do is my study guide, study, and my like less than 8 math problems or something

[stopfeelinginvisible]

say hi to them 😡😡😡 right now 😡😡😡😡😡

[hatsu2]

was deleting stuff on my phone and found more old art with horrible text alignment lol (this scene was so much funnier in my head back then agshssksk)

[smileymxx]

I love sucking cock :)

The feeling of his hands in your hair, slobber all over your face, not to mention the taste of his dick...

I could do it for hours on end. The thought alone is making me fuckin soaked

No matter how disgusting his cock is. No matter how big, how small. I love it all :)

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[spirk-trek]

really love that for the metron design they went with "androgynous angel dressed head to toe in glitter"

[thxnks4themrms]

I FIMISHED SOME OF MY MISSING HISTORY HOMEWORK

Now I have to work on a 3-5 page study guide, and do math homework

Yippie

[chaoticpuppie]

:3

[nemmienimbus]

"Ya better be grateful to be gettin' flowers from THE Mammon!"

[endomentendo]

Drawings with the gang from last night, or yesterday, or today >:3

@ark-fork @vikita-doodles @lueduar01 @sm-baby @skewedcanvas @hootbon @etanow @nobody-nexus @moumekie @ahtqueenuwu

[ikarakie]

the first time wayne meets steve is actually far before the events of '86. in fact, it's in winter of '85.

he's on his way back from work when he pops a tire. he's pissed off, it's cold, still dark, and the beginnings of fucking snow are falling around him, and he doesn't have a spare. the nearest payphone is probably three miles walk, and he's just readying himself to make the journey when, miraculously, a pair of headlights turn onto the back road.

the car slows to a stop behind wayne's, and he's struck by how fucking nice it is. a brown bmw 733i, one he thinks he's seen around a couple times. when the driver steps out, he realises that, yes, he has seen this car. because the boy behind the wheel is the harrington boy, and wayne curses every god out there.

he expects some snark. a good attitude and for the kid to make him grovel for help or outright deny any assistance. instead, he approaches with these wide bambi eyes, the absolute picture of concern.

"are you alright, sir?" he asks, perfectly polite. wayne huffs.

"popped a tire, ain't got a spare." he doesn't- doesn't know why he's telling him. really doesn't. but something about the kid makes him falter, makes his steely exterior give way ever so slightly. the boy crouches down to the tire in question, frowning as he inspects it. then nods, grinning. he says nothing to wayne as he heads back to his car, and for moment he thinks the kid's gonna leave him in the dirt. but, instead, he pops the trunk and hauls out a spare, rolls it over to the car.

wayne only watches, fascinated, as he jogs back to retrieve a little set of tools. sits his ass by his tire and starts going at it. he's in a thin, short sleeved tshirt and jeans. he must be fucking freezing- wayne is, and he's got a thick coat, gloves and a hat on.

"what're you doin', boy?" he asks, unable to sound anything but bewildered. the kid blinks at him.

"changing your tire, sir?"

"i ain't got anything to pay you back with." wayne warns, wary. the kid shrugs, continues his task.

"that's okay, i wasn't going to ask you to." he pulls the popped tire off and lays it by his side. "it's just a good thing we have the same size, huh?" he grins, a little shy. wayne has never felt so thrown off in his life.

was this really james and cynthia harrington's boy? would someone of those people's blood really sit in the cold to change a strangers tire? expecting nothing in return? "where's your layers, kid? it's cold as ass out here, you'll catch a chill."

"oh, i gave it to my friend." seriously? seriously? "i'm alright sir, not to worry." he says this despite his red cheeks and reddening knuckles.

he finishes fitting the tire a second or two later, and once he's inspected it, gives wayne an endearingly dorky thumbs up. it reminds him of eddie in all the best ways. "all done, sir!" he collects up all his tools and threads an arm through the hole of the tire, balancing it on his shoulder. "i'll take this for you, i have to drive by the junkyard anyways." he doesn't. wayne knows the harrington's live in loch nora, and that's the opposite goddamn direction.

"you really a harrington?" he asks, not missing the confusion and maybe even slight disappointment he's met with. "just- no offence, son, but i always thought they were nothin' but bad." he deflates even more, if possible. "how did they raise such a kind boy?"

it's such a sudden change, how quickly he's smiling, bright enough to light the damn road if he wanted. it's all bashful and excited, it makes wayne wonder if he's never heard a good word about himself in his life, which seems insane.

"i still got a bit of an asshole gene," he jokes, a little dry, "but i'm trying to be better, you know?" he motions to the tire. "if you can help, why shouldn't you?"

wayne wants to squeeze him, but refrains. thanks him a couple times over and forces the boy to take his hat before he goes, (despite his complaints). harrington bids him farewell and a safe drive home, and he's driving off before either realise they never learnt each other's names.

(wayne finds his out later, though, when eddie meets him at the door, worried that he's late. only after he's walked his nephew through the story three times and sworn up and down, yes, it was true, and yes, it was definitely harrington. steve harrington.

when they meet again after '86, in eddie's hospital room, that boy from all that time ago holding his nephew's hand, he does give him that hug. thanks him, for both this time and the last.

steve wears the hat in winter of '86. it makes wayne smile.)

[theandrosaur]

Body type study of elemental ninjas

[probably-somethings]

Please don't say "good boy" to me, I'll cum on the spot and it'll be embarrassing for us both

[rosicheeks]

✨🥀✨

[dogd0m-charlie]

yeah yeah sure rough freaky t4t gay sex where i mount you aggressively and overstimulate you by making you cum over and over until you're crying etc etc. but- hey, no, listen. take my hand for a second. what if. what if maybe um. you know, instead of that, what if you let me just lay back and kiss my neck gently and slowly jerk me off or maybe ride me for a little while and praise me for how much I've been doing lately and how good i make you feel all the time and tell me you're proud of me, because you know it's really hard for me to always just push through and make myself get things done and you want me to be the center of attention just this once, so you decide to make me cum this time while muttering praises in my ear to make me really feel as appreciated as possible. maybe. (please)

[ziervogelchen]

Sorry for liking omo

Holy fuck I want to be squirming in mommy’s lap as she tells me I can hold it a while longer. I want to be good but I keep twitching and whining, trying not to be crass and shove my hand between my legs to physically hold it.

Eventually she grabs my hips and holds me still, and a rush of arousal kicks through my veins like a rocket launch and I have to go. I drink a lot of water; and I’ve got an anxious bladder and the idea of being her lap when I feel full to the brim makes me more anxious: she knows this. She’s using this.

I’m terrified, and I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want her to hate me or punish me if I have a… you know. I’m even too embarrassed to say what’s wrong, I barely force out that I need the restroom but she just starts tracing my stomach with her hands, and slowly massages my abdomen, pressing down gently on my bladder as I gasp and fervently shake my head.

“Please, no,” is all I can manage as she starts grinding her hips against me while putting more pressure than I can handle on my bladder. Tears prick at my eyes as my bladder burns, and mommy’s lips are at my overly sensitive ears, licking a stripe up the shell and then proceeding to lick my ear, the wet noises absolute torture as mommy continues to press on my bladder and I continue to beg for her to stop.

Even as I start to sob, she continues and even seems pleased, kissing my tears as I plead. She gently lifts me up as I shake, unable to move lest I burst, and at being jostled even slightly I let out a squeal, a few droplets escaping as I shove a panicked hand between my legs, face burning. I use the other hand to hide my face as mommy, so sweetly, breathes out a laugh and pulls me into the bathroom.

She doesn’t let me pull down my shorts and underwear. She doesn’t let me near the toilet. Instead, she has me stand in the shower and pulls out the handheld attachment. I’m confused, distracted despite my desperation.

My confusion gets cut off when she turns the shower on to warm, as warm as I like it but not nearly as hot, and I instinctively step away from the water, but she’s in control. Mommy sprays my crotch with warm water, although I try to block it with my hands.

Even though I hadn’t done it, now it looked like I had. My embarrassment instantly shows on my face as I whine, tugging at the ends of my shirt to hide the wet spot. Mommy just laughs, and says,

“Now my good girl can wet herself for mommy. See? It’s just water. Doesn’t that help my princess feel less scared?”

Her consideration towards my anxiety making me flush even more, I shyly nod my head and softly ask, “Can you hold my hand? I’m still scared.”

She extends her hand and takes mine, entwining our fingers together and giving my hand a loving squeeze. I’m too scared to smile, but I close my eyes and do exactly what my mommy tells me to do, no matter how dirty it feels.