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[knific]

fuckckck.....,,,,.... this is my first day at striaght school.... i hope they don't find out I-I'm..... GAY....

[saltpepperbeard]

HI HELLO??? OFMD SEASON 2 BEHIND THE SCENES???????

[pixlokita]

I don’t think this needs a trigger warning I didn’t draw the blood :0 anyway that’s how they appeared I guess . what… explain how? Idk ? Remnant ?

[ashersanity]

- “S..Shit..! Just fucking stay like that..! Just like that, you stupid slut.!”

Y’know I think about big brother Whitney a lot..

content warning! incest, step-cest?, somnophilia, non-con

Thinking about him, frustrated and horny, nothing is really getting him. No matter how much he sifts through the pages of those dirty, raunchy magazines stolen from his dad’s drawers, maybe the old cassette tapes with over the top porn, clearly outdated in this day and age, flickering screen idly gazing back at him. Nothing is enough, nothing is actually getting it up for him, well, till he sets his sights on you. Stupid bitch that you are, snoozing away with your body comfortably tucked away under the covers, gripping at your pillows sheets as if you were calling for daddy and mommy.

How could the bully resist such a face either? Lush lips slightly parted, eyelashes fluttering gently in their wake with your chest slowly rising up and down, in sync with each and every one of your breaths taken. Good for you. Big brother’s here to keep company, push the fucking thoughts that’s been nagging at the back of his mind away. With a low grunt, he settles himself on top of you, not bothering to be gentle about it either, knees planted to each of your side, your blissful sleeping expression facing his crotch. How cute. Don’t even get to see his rock hard erection in his pants, jutted against your cheek as he slips a hand past his waistband, freeing his aching cock in much need of stimulation.

Starts off.. mostly tame, rubbing a hand over his leaking slit before finally gripping at the hard length, stroking it, fucking jerking himself off right in front of your face and you don’t even suspect a thing. How the fuck aren’t the slicked, wet sounds of his cock being roughly stroked not waking you up? God knows why but the delinquent doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of it, picking up the pace as he feels himself nearing climax, pumping his cock full of you.

Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing or just that fucking expression of yours, peek of your wet tongue against your lips, visualizing how that same tongue could be sucking on your big brother’s fat cock instead. That’s all it took, groaning out a curse under his breath as hot, white strings of cum spurt out of his cock, messily landing across your pristine skin and staining the sheets beneath.

…Yeah.

What a goddamn surprise you’ll be waking up to tomorrow.

Make sure to brush your teeth, you stupid slut.

[saturns-space]

bro be eepy 💀

[ghostofcarcosa]

Prompt: When ectoplasm is used to power one of the Fenton’s devices, it can borrow ghost zone physics.

“Wow, so how’s this one supposed to work?” Bruce Wayne picked up the small silver device, examining it. It was about the size of a hockey puck, with a handle welded to the top that looked like it had originally belonged to a dresser. The handle was wrapped in simple black electrical tape with a small button on the side.

“Oh! That table of stuff is not for sale,” the red-head walked briskly over, wringing her hands, “those are just some of my brother’s projects, they’re not related to ghost hunting.”

The convention had, up until that point, been boring. Tim had disappeared about an hour ago, meeting up with a couple of friends who were also attending the Scientific, Paranormal, & Occult, Occupational Convention, or “SPOOC.” An attempt at a play on words, Bruce supposed.

Barbara had alerted him that an up-and-coming company, Axiom Laboratories, had announced some pretty cutting edge tech that could be dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. Bruce had attended the demo this morning, only to leave unimpressed. Only one of their four inventions had actually worked, and even then barely did what was advertised.

Aside from waiting for Tim to be done hanging out with his friends, Bruce had surprisingly found several start-ups that were developing some promising technology, as far as ghost-hunting equipment could be considered “promising.” The latest booth he was exploring had been pointed out to him as having “some kind of crazy idea they’ve perfected renewable energy,” which while Bruce was wary of most of the people peddling wares here, peaked his interest. So far, however, it had been a disappointment.

The girl held out her hand for the device and Bruce gave it back. “Do you know what it does?”

The girl gave him a guarded look, and he held up his hands and grinned. “Just curious!”

She glanced around the booth, the only other occupants were a couple dressed like they were late for a shift at the nuclear power plant, gas masks and all. The husband, an absolute mountain of a man, seemed to be knitting while his wife flipped through a paranormal magazine. She turned back to Bruce, sticking out her hand.

“Jazz Fenton; my parents own Fentonworks.”

“Nice to meet you Jazz. I’m Bruce Wayne.”

Her eyes widened, and she blinked owlishly at him. “Oh! Like, Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne?”

He went for a disarming grin. “The one and only, hopefully?”

She let out a laugh that was probably more nervous than it was meant to be, and glanced over at the couple again. “Just to warn you, if my parents spot you, you’ll be stuck her for the rest of the day while my dad rants about ghosts.”

“Noted. So if that’s not a ghost hunting device, what is it?”

Jazz fidgeted with the silver hockey puck, plucking at the edge with her fingernail. A hatch popped open, revealing a small switch. She flicked it and popped the hatch closed.

“It’s a prototype gravity binder. Uses gravitational force to stick itself to the ground. I think.” She held it out over the floor in front of Bruce, and he took a step back. Jazz carefully checked the ground below before hitting the button and dropping it.

It hit the ground at Bruce’s feet and he looked at her, unimpressed. Jazz grinned. “Pick it up.”

Bruce quirked an eyebrow, but bent down to the small device. An audible humming was coming from it, and it almost felt like it was vibrating slightly as Bruce gripped the handle.

“Be careful not to push the button again. That turns it off,” Jazz said.

Bruce reached down and grabbed the black handle.

It didn’t budge.

Bruce frowned, gripping it with both hands and pulling. It was as if the small device had been bonded to the floor. He looked back up at Jazz, who had a wry grin on her face. 

“Now, hit the button.” 

Bruce did so, and the humming immediately stopped, the device powering down. He hesitantly picked it up from the floor, unable to stop the surprise that bloomed across his face as it now only weighed a few ounces, like before. The floor where it had fallen was undamaged and unmarked.

Bruce handed the device back to Jazz, “Alright, color me impressed. How does it work? I’m pretty sure this thing breaks several laws of physics.” 

Jazz simply shrugged, placing it back on the side table with several other devices that Bruce couldn’t begin to guess the purpose of. “My brother is more into the engineering and sciencey part of the family business. You’ll have to ask him once he gets back. That is, if he didn’t ditch me to explore the city.” The last part was grumbled under her breath.

Bruce looked back at the device. Had Bruce seen some crazy stuff in his time in the Justice League? Absolutely. He had three different friends who used magic on a daily basis. But no other League independent company had anything close to this kind of tech, let alone a family business that specialized in ghost hunting, of all things.

“I think I’d like to meet your brother. I’m going to be honest, this is unbelievably impressive. Has he ever thought about applying for the engineering and development internship at Wayne Enterprises?”

A contemplative look passed over Jazz’s face. “Honestly, Mr. Wayne? My brother Danny is smart, and a talented inventor. But I’m not sure that kind of thing would be his style. I’ve been pushing him to start thinking about college now that he’s graduating soon, but he seems pretty convinced he’s going to be stuck in Amity Park working for my parents for the rest of his life. Not that he doesn’t care about the family business, but...” She trailed off, glancing back over at her parents. Some poor soul had wandered a little too close to the front of the booth, and Bruce could hear the couple yapping non-stop about ghosts. “He does need to spend some time away from it.”

“What are you proposing?”

Jazz drummed her fingers against the table. “I’m in my second year at Gotham U. Danny’s going to be eighteen next year, but refuses to apply to any colleges because of his grades. He... well, let’s just say there were some extenuating circumstances that caused it.” She shook her head, “He’ll probably end up at community college living at home, at least if I can convince him to stay in school. He won’t be able to get into GU with his grades, but if you’re really interested in his work...”

“You think I could get him an acceptance letter?”

“God no!” she blanched, “But I could probably get him to apply with a letter of recommendation from the owner of Wayne Enterprises. He’s smart, and a quick learner for sure, but after... the stuff in high school, he’s convinced himself his life is already over.”

“Hmm,” He’d have to do a little research on the brother, make sure her ‘extenuating circumstances’ checked out, but Bruce started to wonder if this was his lucky day. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll be back at the convention tomorrow, and I’ll drop by the booth around 10am. If your brother can give me a better demo than any other scientist here, I’ll write the letter.” He smiled, handing her one of his business cards, “and I promise that will be a low bar to pass.”

“Thank you, thank you so much Mr. Wayne!” Jazz grinned, taking the card and shaking his hand. “Danny will be here.”

...

“Hey Bruce!” Tim finally caught up with him outside the convention center. “So, what did you think of ‘SPOOC’? Bust any ghosts?”

Bruce smiled at him, shaking his head, “No, but I think I just found an intern for Lucius Fox.”

[pnt03prcnt]

hello to the 5 fans of The Double (2013)

[vorpx]

will you stay with me?

ayy hey hope ur doing good, trying to draw more things outta my comfort zone, now it’s backgrounds. oh god a kinito again?? man I love this game ok

[sinningtamer]

fully customizable avatar!

this is kink art, don’t reblog to SFW/fandom blogs.

[shiftythrifting]

Sweet Home Alabama

[k1spiegel]

no more bosses its time to go back to drawing my favorite character #1 guy in the world

[vurelly]

The trio sets is getting discontinued! I’ve loved these stickers very much but I’m finally putting them to rest so I can work on some new designs.

I’ve got about 50 sets sitting in my desk right now, so I’m selling off the last of them for a discount at $10 so I can just get them out of my house. They also finally sell to the UK and Canada (granted you’ve got to pay a smidge extra for shipping)!

You can find them in my ko-fi shop, here!

[omezoku]

baby boy

[crazysonicperson]

Funny Stuff - (Too Slow Crash Bash)

[mrmosseater]

ive been so tired i cant even make art sorry guys

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

MASC PRESENTING CAENEUS?