Tumgik
#and praise him
kochei0 · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
64K notes · View notes
bruciemilf · 2 months
Text
Damian: Baba. I’ve acquired an enemy at the academy. He’s been ripping my drawings, teasing me about my lineage, and smearing your honor. I understand murder can’t happen. How shall I proceed?
Bruce: [Has a flashback of Thomas driving to his bully’s house, spiked brass knuckles on his hands, petting his head and smiling dangerously, ‘I’ll be right back, chum!’]
Bruce: …I’ll talk to his parents.
Damian: Todd?
Jason: Finally, an excuse to tackle a 10 year old.
14K notes · View notes
notebooks-and-laptops · 3 months
Text
People do not talk enough about how amazing Lae'zels voice acting is. Devora Wilde put her whole ass pussy into some of those lines but nobody pays attention and calls laezel one note and angry. But have you listened? Have you heard her voice shake as she cries "what good - this heart of stone - for it to be shattered?" Have you heard the conviction where she declares that Vlaketh has sinned against her? Have you listened to the fear in her voice, the slight tremble when she is talking of becoming a mindflayer and the way that she has utter awe in her tones when she experiences something that is truly spiritual to her? Like. It's such a subtle and great performance.
8K notes · View notes
poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
The musical episode.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
4K notes · View notes
chaos-bringer-13 · 1 month
Text
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.
2K notes · View notes
skullism · 29 days
Text
Tumblr media
rereading aftg and realising just how oblivious neil was is truly hilarious
just a few pages ago renee told neil andrew is gay and neil literally had to lie down to process it, now he's admitting he watches andrew at the gym and is impressed by how much he lifts??? dude. you are down SO bad
2K notes · View notes
beidak-art · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Koschpostinggggggg
4K notes · View notes
srapsodia · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
Maaaaan, that was close...
2K notes · View notes
wolfythewitch · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
isaac
6K notes · View notes
Note
I don't want to sound weird, but the way you draw Game Vanessa is just, p e r f e c t, i want her to do unspeakable things to me, and i get why women on her also simp for her lol-
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Vanny is a tumblr sexywoman/pos
2K notes · View notes
mctwinkdom · 3 months
Text
Lando about Oscar: "he's a lil baby, isn't he?"
1K notes · View notes
moonlitkissing · 3 months
Text
I want to ruin a boy with a mean domme friend soo badd
Poor thing being stuck between my praise and her degradation, not knowing who to listen to - maybe my friend gets really pushy, throws him around a bit, fucks him from behind until his head lands in my lap and she drags his face right to my center, telling him that good whores know their place without being shoved there first, and that he better hurry up
Meanwhile, I'm cradling his face and asking him if he wants to be my good boy, and wipe the tears from his cheeks - tell him how pretty he looks all fucked out like this and how good those cute whimpers would sound smothered between my thighs, don't you think, pretty boy?
Just - torturing a sweet boy for a bit
1K notes · View notes
zoromuse · 1 year
Text
cw. sanji x f!reader, smoking, praise kink, mating press
Tumblr media
Thinking about Sanji just absolutely pounding you into the bed beneath you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every hard thrust of his hips, all the while his cigarette rests between his lips.
The smell of sex is almost as intoxicating as the smoke from his tab, but you don’t care, especially not when he’s ramming into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs every time, leaving you panting under him as he grips at your quivering thighs. 
“Good girl,” he mutters, one of his hands leaving your thighs and coming up to his face, removing the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke into the room, stopping altogether and watching you buck your hips needily for more friction. 
“Oh, you’re so desperate…” he says, a slight curve on his lips as he watches how eager you are for him to continue. “Need me to fuck this pussy until you’re all filled up, don’t you?” 
You nod, tears threatening to slip down the corners of your eyes.
“No, princess, you gotta use your words” he says, smoke seeping out of his mouth with every word. 
“I need it, Sanji…” you barely whisper, and he places the cigarette back in between his lips to use both of his hands to force you into a mating press, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper into your walls. 
You moan his name over and over, the tears finally dripping down your cheeks as the head of his cock abuses your sweet spot repeatedly. 
“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well…” he says, a string of groans following his words, soft grunts to the same rhythm of his thrusts against you. His brows are furrowed as he looks down, focusing on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock whole, leaving a white ring of your arousal on him.
“You look so pretty when you’re creaming around me, pretty girl” he praises, and he knows you like it when he feels you clenching around him. “You like that? You like me calling you my pretty girl? my angel?”
His calloused hands grip your thighs a little harder at the way you scream his name, his fingertips dig into your skin, sure to leave marks until tomorrow, just the way he likes it. 
Tumblr media
©️ zoromuse 2023 | all content belongs to zoromuse, do not modify or repost
3K notes · View notes
underwaterbanshee · 10 months
Text
I am in love with how tenderly Brennan is taking these queens through their first session of DnD. He switches so expertly, as he should because he’s an expert, to give each queen what she needs during her opening vignette. He matches them where they are, encourages them to go further, but never demands that they be better at a game they’re playing for the first time on camera.
Anyway, I can’t wait until they’re crying off their flawless makeup when he fucks them up in the finale epilogue.
3K notes · View notes
love4hobi · 28 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The things you do are impressive. Who would work so hard to capture street dance like this? Who does that?
HOPE ON THE STREET EP.2
689 notes · View notes
ikarakie · 1 year
Text
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.)
5K notes · View notes