#spawnlings

[spawnlings]

I can't believe I had this sitting in my drafts since October and forgot to upload it^^; But here was a very old uquiz I made to see "Which Spawnling Member Are You?"! I made this several years ago and I completely forgot my uquiz account info not long after making this quiz, so sadly I can not log back in and make any edits. I thought I would still share it though, so I hope you enjoy and if you take the quiz, let me know what result you got!^^

[mortemcatabasis]

Stylized Headshot / Icon commission set for Rustre on Toyhouse

[evilspawnling]

the fact that noobador now has a high chance of dying eventually hurts me

[pumpkincatdoodling]

Rennala is a cutie. Even with her pastry hat.

[epic-and-kitty]

so awhile ago, I answered an ask from @itsmaddienow about Twist being sentimental and being fascinated by small smooth round objects like rubber balls and marbles because of her time in the clone facility that she was born in

I just realized that this means she'd still have that fascination while being raised by the Salmonid camp. (Literally like a week after she escaped so even with memory loss the fascination would stick)

Guys.....

Eggsitter Twist 🥺

Just her delicately cleaning Golden Eggs and making comfy nests for them when they hatch and just playing with the eggs as they grow and that makes any spawnling hatched in her care super attached to her because they got way more attention than usual for eggs and OMG Twist would be a big sister to like half the camp

I need to fuckin draw this omg

[strixvarien]

Daily Tig update 1

[spawnling]

I don't normally draw big titties, but when I do, you can bet your ass they'll be attached to a buff monster gal. Except when they aren't.

[bispectral-poltergayst]

old man yaoi idea i had: luna wolves mournival member got lost in the warp pre-heresy (and i mean one of the old mournival members, like from the very first incarnation). he pops out after maybe accidentally becoming a minor god to a few feudal civilizations and meets a retired custodian (eye of the emperor or whatevs). mournival boy convinces retired custodian to not immediately skin him alive, and they explore the galaxy together (and kiss)

[son-of-the-souls]

“Happy Spawnday to me. I’ll be off at the haunted houses and collecting candy.

“Happy Halloween, Inpherno. Stay safe.”

[spawnlings]

💚🎵 Lillian "Lilly" Strider 🎵💚

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While I don't have the time right now to work on my redesigns/revamps of everyone, I thought I might make moodboards in the meantime! Since they take less time and are simple to do, and they can also be a chance for me to test out new ideas before I can get to the redesigns. First up, we have the eldest daughter of Dirk and Jake, and one of my three main/original next-gen characters!

[evilspawnling]

intro thing idk im tired

uh hi, im Jammi / spawn

minor btw

he him

uhh my strawpage has more

I am the Greifer obsessed guy in your basement

[chemistgaming]

Chemist and the Spawnlings - Issue 1, the meeting.

(Hi everyone!! Made this small comic, and I'm not done yet! This is the first issue of my new up and coming comic, Chemist and the Spawnlings! If you haven't seen yet, this isn't a tf2 comic ((but there will be references to it inside!)), and the art style isn't the best, but I'm getting better! I'm not sure how many of these I'm gonna make but yeah, i hope you guys are interested. :P)

(P.S, the other character next to chemist is GoodGuy, i do not own GoodGuy, he was made by one of my friends who i don't know if they have tumblr or not, but they gave me permission to use him.)

[maslinych]

i am this fucking close to teaching this toddler swears

[spawnling]

All you really need to know is that a conversation with @dammitrussellwhy lead to the words "Gay little hup" and I made this.

[skitzrep]

i just finished DMC and I'm about to make it everyone's problem

here's a little headcanon i made up as i was watching

angel x devil trope where angel!reader is halfbreed of her kind, and a reward 'blessing' for the son of the demon knight

dante meets his half-angel one evening in his late teens, and he saves her from a demon that cornered her into a dead-end. she swears she didn't need his help with an awkward smile.

he realizes his half-angel is special when he has her spar with him. holding his palms out to her, dante isn't prepared for the absolute heat she lands on his soft muscles. his right palm throbbed around the hilt of his blade for days after that.

his half-angel has more in common with him than he initially thought. she was remarkably strong and fast. she never knew her dad, and her mother was a drunk.

it didn't take much convincing for his half-angel to leave her human life behind and join dante in his demon hunting career. she had a knack for it that made him feel more than simple admiration for her.

four years after they first meet, dante realizes he doesn't want a life without his half-angel. he figured it out after a Dance Dance Revolution performance, turning his head to see if she had glimpsed at his horrible score. he's blessed with the view of her reading on the couch, completely unaware of his game.

"Did you have fun?" she asks him after noticing how silent it got. Dante scoffs and crumples to the floor, close to the edge of the couch. "If you were paying attention, you would have seen my perfect score." "Oh, was it a perfect score?" his half-angel asks playfully, dropping the novel in her lap. "From here, it looked like you were improvising the moves." "You don't know what you're talking about." Dante sits against the edge of the couch, leaning close to her. "I think that's my line, big head."

the first time dante gets worried about his half-angel is during a hunt. the particular demon multiplied from it's dismembered appendages, and the two halflings were too quickly overwhelmed

her eyes were elsewhere when the spawnlings came up behind her, impaling her twice before throwing his half-angel like a ragdoll through the wall. dante became destructive at the sight

Her sleepy eyes scared Dante more than he'd like to admit. He should be grateful his half-angel woke up, but all he can focus is that she needs to rest, and he needs just a little more time with her before that. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks with a little furrow dipping between her brows. The soft smile she gives Dante warms him with relief. He reaches over and cups her jaw, feeling her pulse's steady rhythm under his two fingers. "You had me worried for a second," he answers, emotions clogging his throat. Dante reimagines his family's death, followed by his half-angel's close call. She hums leisurely, leaning into his hand. "I wasn't worried. I knew you'd get us out of there. Just needed a little motivation." His half-angel sends him a coy wink. As her words register in Dante's head, irritation washes his sentiment away, and he huffs an incredulous laugh. "You're insane," he tells her as she holds his hand against her and places a kiss on his palm. The same palm she nearly broke. "You're perfect. Thank you." "For that?" She mumbles against his skin, turning her head to look up at him. "For being alive."

note: it's short but a warmup cuz i got more

[hitomisuzuya]

Hii, may I ask for a fic where scara and reader are a pair of emo best friends listening to emo music, super loud! In her room while her parents are fighting? They've always been sexually curious and experimenting. Soo reader's sad, he says fuck it, gets on top, and starts grinding his knee against her clit?

Usually, they NEVER get too far, so the reader knows that he's committed when she moans.

Soo cunnilingus? Maybe they likee each other? Praise? Calling her parents dumb and just validating her complaints (like if u going to fight dont do it around your spawnling?) A little bit of 'we could do better than them' bc reader is lowkey scared of ending up like them???

Please ik this is a bit too detailed, im kinda venting lol. Please feel free to omit a bunch if you must.

-shyent💗

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. clit stimulation. cunnilingus. praise, validation, and comfort.

it wasn't too detailed at all. i hope this makes you feel better, hun❤️ i think we all can relate this more than we like to admit😞

you have your hands covering your ears, your eyes squeezed shut. not even the loud music playing in your room soothed you. your body was tense with restless anxiety.

and scaramouche couldn't stand it. he knew he needed to do something. anything. anything to get you to focus on him and not the sounds of your parents fighting downstairs. when you are focused on him, it was like he was the only thing in this world. you noticed nothing else but him.

he reached over and took your hands off of your ears. you'd told him once that you enjoyed the sound of his voice. he put his lips next to your ear. "i can take you somewhere else, if you want," he offered, moving closer to you on your bed.

you shook your head, turning the music down a little. "no, it's okay. it wouldn't really matter. i am still going to know that they are fighting," you would still be tense the same way be it here or at his house.

"i can go tell them to shut the fuck up," he offered, it was more of a way to get to you smile. because it he really would. he would open your door and shout at them to shut the fuck up. loudly. he didn't give a shit. and that's the exact reason why you smiled, if only a little.

"you know, they might shut up if they hear me making you moan," he tentatively posed the idea. more to see if you would crack another little smile, but at the same time, he was completely serious. his hands had gotten up your shirt and into your bra while you were making out with him the other day.

he sure made you moan when he started pinching and stroking your nipples. he fed off of it. his hand has been so close to dipping into your panties. he is so fucking in love with you he couldn't stand it. making you focus on him would calm you down.

and that was what you needed.

you need him.

"you think they might?" you asked. his eyes widened a little. his cock pulsed with the hope you were serious. there was only one way for him to find out.

"i think they might," scaramouche turned down the music, and put his hands on your shoulders. he felt you immediately relax a little the moment you felt his touch. he laid you down on your bed, drinking in the way you blushed as you looked up at him.

he counted himself lucky that you wore a skirt today. your skirt bunched up around your thighs as he got on top of you. tentatively at first, he started to rub his knee on your clit. it wasn't long before your breathing turned shaky sounding, your clit starting to swell and throb.

he shivered as your juices began to soak his knee. he increased the pressure, keening soft moans from your throat. he would've leaned down and kissed you had he not wanted to drink in your face starting to contort with pleasure.

you rocked your hips up, grinding your clit on his knee. he could see the whole world falling away from you, focusing only on him in a way that made his cock ache more. your panties sticking and unsticking around your clit added extra friction, hazing your senses with pleasure.

you have forgotten all about your parents.

reaching your hand up, you caressed his cheek. "scara, can you make me feel good?" you asked, letting out a louder moan as he twisted his knee on your clit.

scaramouche did not need to be asked twice. how many fantasies had he had about you that started off just like this. the amount of cum he spilled into his hands jacking off at night to thoughts of you said as much.

there was such a look of desperation in your eyes. desperation for him. you are depending on him, and scaramouche latched onto that. "your parents really are fucking stupid," he moved down between your legs, moving your panties aside. you blushed seeing his mouth hovering above your pussy.

his tongue swept out to part your folds. he'd lost count of times he'd jacked himself off thinking about you grinding your pussy on his mouth. he licked long slow stripes up and down your pussy, groaning as your taste saturated his tongue. "i can't have my precious pet being so tense all the time."

the blush on your cheeks darkened hearing his words. something about hearing him call you his precious pet made your clit swell and throb more. you shifted restlessly on your bed, your hips jerking up to grind on his tongue.

scaramouche wagged the tip of his tongue around your clit, making moans come from you instead of words. your hands found the back of his head, pushing his mouth down onto your pussy as you sought more friction.

"that's my good girl," his praise filled you with an arousing warmth. it was like something snapped in you. whimpering softly, you knew in that moment, you would do anything to hear it again.

"say it again, please!" you cried out, tugging on his hair. the pleasure coiling was so strong it made your eyes water, your thighs trembling as he latched his lips onto your clit.

scaramouche chuckled softly into your messy pussy, keeping his eyes focused on you so he didn't miss one twitch or contortion of pleasure. "my good, sweet girl," louder moans tore from your throat, your walls clenching empty around nothing. "we can do better than they can," he released your clit with a wet pop, licking his lips before focusing his tongue on your hole.

"i'm in love with you!" you suddenly cried out. the words came tumbling out of your mouth, his tongue felt that good working your pussy over. groaning, he prodded his tongue inside of you. "i've always been in love with you!"

he swirled his tongue inside of you. pleasure burst white hot behind your eyes. your hips bucked shamelessly into his mouth, enjoying the comforting way his fingers dug into your thighs possessively. "fuck me with your tongue, please."

the way you were starting to babble made his cock pulse and strain in his pants. scaramouche was sure your parents could hear you. and he fucking loved it. "go ahead, kitten. let them hear what real pleasure sounds like."

his tongue worked over your pussy with extra vigor, snapping the knot of your orgasm to curl tighter in your core. his thumbs skimmed over the insides of your thighs in encouragement, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

you couldn't help it. scaramouche's tongue made you cunt sensitive, your release gushing onto his tongue suddenly. "so fucking sweet," he growled, eagerly lapping at your release like a starved dog.

he didn't take his mouth off of your pussy, tongue fucking you through your orgasm until you were breathless and shaking. when he kissed you, you didn't think it would be intimate tasting yourself on his tongue.