#sunny 1

[charmac]

You just know they went and dug up the Charlie Got Molested script when they wrote Frank Shoots Every Member of the Gang

[gender-trash]

it was weird living outside california for the first time and learning that in most locations people DON'T have personal beef with their electrical utility??? massachusetts was like "eversource: it's fine? i don't really think about it." meanwhile i'm pretty sure everyone in california loathes pg&e passionately

[artwork-and-tingz]

sunny!!!! didn’t feel like doing lineart so just a sketch today (:

[crowcrash]

The Dragonets of Destiny

I Originally did this for Smaugust day 1 “from a book” except it took way too long so i’ve decided i am not doing Smaugust lol

ive always wanted to draw the dragonets and iron out my designs for them and im super happy with how this turned out. maybe ill do a pt 2 and 3 with the povs from the other arcs…?

you are welcome to use my designs as long as you credit me :)

design notes:

Coming from a blood-red egg, Clay is immune to damage from fire. Instead of becoming scarred he develops faint swirl-markings across his scales as marks of his ability to withstand intense heat. He has hazel eyes that appear more green in contrast to his warm coloring.

Tsunami is covered in scars from the many battles she’s been through, including ripped fins, burnt gills, and slashes all over her body. She offsets her worn intimidating appearance with ropes of pearls around her horns; gifts from her mom in the kingdom of the sea. After Clay she is the largest of the dragonets.

Glory is noticeably duller than most RainWings, and tends to keep her coloring in the green-blue spectrum. She too is covered in scars, but unlike the other dragonets these are not marks from battle but rather evidence of Kestrel’s hatred. Being a very humble queen, she prefers to keep her attire simple: a crown of flowers and silver hoop earrings.

Starflight wears glasses, and instead of being fully blinded by lava in the volcano he was partially blinded by the intense light which permanently damaged his eyes. He can only pick up light, dark, and the shapes of objects and other dragons. He is covered in scars along his side from the volcano, but was lucky enough to have Clay shield his head from any of the damage.

Sunny is the smallest of the five, and her bright coloring is noticeably very different from the usual pale sandy grey of most SandWing’s. Her eyes are a very very dark green, and she wears an amber teardrop earring; a gift from her mother in the kingdom of the sand as a reminder of her home. Her adopted brother Qibli has one very similar. She is noticeably the least scarred of the dragonets, as she was able to use her small size to wiggle out of battles.

[chrliekclly]

more meme dialogue doodles cuz they were fun, wanted to get back to my bb charmac roots w these ones

[errorwing]

sunny !

[zipsunz]

it's always raining in faraway town ☔️

[bullsharkz]

the silliest lizards

[mrsbakashi]

sunny side battle ova

[midnightfrappe]

you guys can’t deny it

[egonkula]

the worst women u know

[charmac]

Rob's been writing subtle gay sex into Sunny since day 1

[ghastlybirdie]

Oops, thinking about...

+18, mdni

The fainting stinging sensation underneath your eyes from Simon rubbing the delicate skin raw, each tear caught in the pads of his thumbs as he wiped them away, his gruff voice seemingly eons away as static filled your ears.

Simon tangled your legs over his shoulders, your joints and muscles too taut to move them down on your own without your brute of a man manhandling you again, your limbs shaking where they were hooked while Simon let primitive instincts take over his body.

His hips rolled, bucked, pounded into you for who knows how long, his cock filling your cunt in a way you couldn't fathom, though your mind has run clear of all coherent thoughts and senses the moment Simon's mouth was on yours once he came home.

But it felt like the ground crumbled right beneath you when your legs shook and voice wavered for the umpteenth time, the reddening mark on Simon's shoulder growing deeper from where you planted your teeth, your orgasming growing again and again- Only from Simon to slow down and pull himself most of the way out, pussy convulsing in a painful ache with another ruined orgasm.

If you weren't already crying then you most definitely would now. Your hands clawed at his thighs and arms that boxed you inside of his frame, words having lost all sense, eyes pleading for something yet he coo'ed at you as if he could understand your desperation. Of course he did. He heard you before he ruined your makeup and hair, before he ruined your smart brain, before he sunk himself inside of you.

"We have to be safe, lovie." was what he said. That's what he always says. And you understand that well and good but even the "barest skin" of condoms never felt close enough. You just wanted to feel him, feel all of him, but he always insisted. It made sense in the beginning, when you two were just strangers between mutuals. But it's been months now and you feel starved of touch even as he's leaving you boneless and overstimulated underneath him. Yet despite how easily he pulls tremors and moans from you, the thin barrier separating the two of you leaves you stuck in an ouroboros teeter, on the edge of ecstasy and despair, your mind unable to pull logic and pleasure together.

A jolt of electricity spiked up your spine as your clit was bumped ever so gently, the Brit pulling out fully with wet, sloppy squelches as the stretched condom pulled itself off partway, tears falling fresh on your face from feeling so utterly empty.

Your hands wandered over the expanse of muscle and pudge to ground yourself, fingers digging into his skin as you mumbled pleads of your desperations, letting his lips press to your temple as you snaked a hand between your thighs. Seeking, searching, you feel slick rubber first, a pitiful whine leaving you when you pulled at the condom weakly.

If it wasn't for the lustful haze clouding your mind you would of seen the feigned mercy give way to a smile coated in glee as he purred in your ear, letting you desperately roll away the condom to toss aside, before sinking himself inside of you again.

Every ounce of air left your lungs while Simon buried his cock to the hilt, walls clenching down around him leaving your body vibrating, overstimulation forcing your mouth open in silent whines and eyes rolling back, Simon's hips picking up with a frantic pace again, his face tucked away in your neck.

Static flooded your senses once more, the mumbled praises Simon let out into your ear lost to your own ragged moans filling the room, nails sinking into his muscles to ground yourself even for a moment as the eruption of denied orgasms finally crash down onto you, spots filling your vision. Only when you felt a warmth fill inside of you did your limps lax and a weak exhale leave you, did you bathe in the closeness, the intimacy that Simon finally gifted you despite how soft he has gotten and how hot his breath felt on your sticky skin.

You'll have to hide away the box of rubbers from now on. This was all too good to let go just yet.

I just can't stop thinking about how much you want Simon to just skip a rubber and go in raw. Of course he wants to, he just wants to be a menace first before he ruins you

I cant finish this one so uh here you go lol

[emo-batboy]

Somewhere out there in the DC multiverse, there’s a world where Battinson’s parents didn’t die, and he became the Lance Stroll of Formula One racing. Wayne Enterprises has an F1 team, Thomas brought Bruce to races when he was young, they indulged his love of cars until he was winning kart races at 8. He BEGGED to help design the race cars, ended up making a great car, and now Wayne has turned from a midfield team to nearly top three.

You’d think everyone hates Bruce because he’s a nepo baby, but he’s just so nice and smiley (like Lance lol) that everyone loves him anyway. His dad is the team’s chairman and pretty hands-on just like Lawrence Stroll. Fans call Bruce the F1 Princess as a joke since he’s already the Prince of Gotham, but then it sticks, and now everyone makes edits of him with tiaras on every time he makes it to the podium. He doesn’t get it, but he’s not going to complain either. His fans are just silly. (He blushes so much when anyone calls him princess to his face, though. Fight me.)

Bruce still insists on everything being black because it’s his favorite color. It was already mostly black before he joined, but now it’s even blacker. His suit is all black. The car is all black. The helmet is all black. He loves it. He looks just like the dark, regal old money rich boy you’d imagine until he’s smiling and talking about racing. (Imagine a meme with two cars next to each other, one being WE’s. It says: “Bruce’s Car v. Bruce’s Personality.” The other one is covered in glitter obv.) One time, a little girl gives him a tiara that she painted black herself and asks him to wear it if he wins. (He does win. He puts it on at the podium. He’s embarrassed the entire time. The champagne rubs some of the black away. It’s a treasured memory and sits right on top in his trophy case.)

His fellow drivers call him Brucie to tease him. He’s a bit awkward during interviews, but that just makes him endearing. He’s also tall for an F1 driver (nepo baby core) so there’s always jokes about him towering over everyone. One time, he came second to Lewis Hamilton, but you could still see he was visibly standing taller on the podium, and people would not stop making jokes about it. (It was mostly his hair, but you know how Twitter is.) Speaking of hair, it will NOT stay flat. He looks insane every time he takes his helmet off. He could be sweating for hours in there but when he takes the thing off, he looks like he’s through in a tornado. (Again, memes.) He knows so much about car mechanics, even for a driver, and will regularly start talking to other drivers or the press about the tiniest of parts in the engine or break system, unaware that everyone is completely lost. (Also memes about that.)

When he’s 23, he suffers a pretty bad crash. It knocks him out for about twenty seconds, and his mom and dad are ready to pull him completely from the sport, but he refuses to stop, and despite missing a few races to recover—his dad’s still a doctor—he ends up winning the next race and gets to stay.

During his F1 career, it’s pretty much guaranteed that he’ll get fastest laps, but he only gets podium like 40–50% of the time. There’s always drama that apparently Wayne Enterprises is trying to become top three, but they insist that they’re not as competitive. They will always have respect for every team, and it shows. They never join in on protests. They always wish the other teams luck, and they genuinely congratulate the winners. Bruce is always the first to hug the winner :)

Before Bruce joined, the Wayne team was always a midfield team, and they were perfectly comfortable with it. WE had good-looking cars, they designed good-looking cars, and they sold good-looking cars, and F1 was just a way of promoting that. Thomas loved watching the races, and he was happy to see them get podium a few times per season, and that was it.

Until Bruce became their lead driver, and he wanted to really earn his seat, and he wanted to get podium, and he wanted to design a faster car, and he wanted to win, and Thomas Wayne couldn’t say no to his son, and suddenly Wayne Enterprises was inching closer and closer to the front of the grid. Now, they’re still not The Best, but they’re a team that future drivers look up to.

During a season of DTS, Bruce is 27. Netflix films the Wayne episode when there’s a fatal crash in F2, and Bruce was nearby when it happened. He ends up crying on camera for ten minutes. They had to cut almost all of it, but we get the most gut-wrenching confessional about how after he heard the news, in that moment, he didn’t want to be an F1 driver. He admits that if he hadn’t become a driver, he was going to become a doctor like his father, and he wonders if he could have saved the driver’s life if he did that instead. “What am I really doing if I can’t help others? I could have been anything…Maybe being a driver was selfish. Maybe I don’t belong on the track anymore.”

He’s visibly distraught during the moment of silence on the day of the race, but Bruce decided to continue because he wants to make the fans and spectators happy. (That’s his job, anyway. That’s what he does.) Despite getting pole position the previous day, he doesn’t get fastest lap or make it to the podium, but he still gets fourth. He has a long talk with his father away from cameras and calls his mom. The future’s uncertain for a few days until Bruce comes back to training. To finish the episode, he says he’s going to continue driving, even if he might need a bit of time to get his confidence back, and he pledges to one day make the safest F1 car ever seen. Even if it’s part of the risk of being a driver, he doesn’t want to see any more drivers losing their lives to the sport they love.

When he’s around 35 or 40, he retires from Formula One so he can inherit Wayne Enterprises, and he takes his father’s place as chairman of the team. Since he has the time now, he holds up on his promise to make an even safer car—the designs inspiring safer car designs for other teams as well—and they pick out two incredible drivers who end up finally (FINALLY) moving Wayne Enterprises into one of the top three teams. They win the world championship twice in a row before falling back a bit and only winning it every couple of years, but they’re nonetheless fierce competitors. Bruce still has a ton of kids, some of which like F1 just like he does, but he is the only Wayne to become a Formula One driver.

I just think Battinson would love driving for F1 :)

[chrliekclly]

genders so, like, old school

[errorwing]

starflight !

and with him…

the DoD are done!