no planes though


[Pax Day 3 Afternoon]

First pic is the entrance before Pax, other pics are of more various exhibit areasヽ(・∀・)ノ 

Third pic has Fangamer near the middle & there was a lot of Undertale stuff there ヽ(〃・ω・)ノ

Last two are looking out from my hotel widow at night (。・ω・。)ノ

Tomorrow morning I’ll be heading home & actively working to finish a particular Undertronic original with Sans & Papyrus. It’s a special track to me, and I think you’ll enjoy it (「・ω・)「

Also, I’m looking at VidCon for my next convention, which is a few months away. Gonna look into it when I get back home & settle in o3o

anonymous asked:

your art is simply so inspiring, i adore these designs! do you have a favorite plane?


And OH NO the dreaded question! I have too many favorites. But if I had to pick one, it would be the plane-that-is-not-really-a-plane, the Lun ekranoplan! 

More detail on cool planes I like under the cut, if you want to be a victim to my rambling:

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Let the neighbors know my name

Imagine having rough doggy style sex with Juice

trigger warning: Smut on this one. It was requested with visual but i couldn't find any classy gifs. Sorry! 

Originally posted by f4nt4sygurl69

Originally posted by ihateeverythinginmyself

“Goodnight, baby.” You said kissing Juice’s cheek when he was standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. It was another quiet night in your household, and after a nice dinner together you were ready to drift off to sleep. Juice had other planes, though. 

Armed in only black boxers, Juice walked over to you watching as you took off your earrings and necklace, rubbing lotion all over your body as a nightly routine. He smiled when your eyes met on the mirror, coming closer to you. He stared down at you, only wearing your short purple and black night gown, he let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one strong tattooed arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, smelling the sweet perfume lingered on your neck. You flashed him a warm smile and placed your earrings on the little gold box on your makeup table. 

“I missed you today.” He whispered, caressing your stomach as his other hand caressed your long silky legs. You shifted your head, letting him full access to your neck, Juice starting to place soft kisses on it.

“I missed you too…” You whispered, leaning back on him, feeling his hard bulge on the low of your back. You gasped, jumping a little and staying still. “Juice…”

“That aint my name is it?” He giggled a little and kissed down to your shoulder. “Say it, baby girl. Please…”

“Juan…” you said, lifting your hands and wrapping them around his neck, staring at your sinful reflection. He locked eyes with you on the mirror again and lifted the front of your night gown, finding it pleasing you wore no panties to bed. “Baby…” you whispered. He smirked, sucking skin patches in your skin, leaving love bites all around your neck. “Juan!” you gasped, spreading your legs as he rubbed your clit using his thumb. 

“God, i want you so much.” Juice whispered in your ear, turning you around and attacking your lips, his rough hands intertwined in your hair, biting your lips. He let go off you and ripped your night gown open,making you moan at the unusual behavior. 

“God…” You whispered, finding yourself being thrown at the bed, your old man already on top of you. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” Juice was not a bad lover, not a chance. But he was sweet and slow and tonight you felt the most delicious pain in between your thighs. Juice laughed a little, spreading your legs and arching his back, staring into your eyes. 

“Look at you..” he said, lustfully. “You’re already so wet…so, so wet.” He pointed caressing the low of your stomach and going under, his thumb attacking your clit and rubbing painfully slow circles on it. You arched your back, caressing your own breasts and smiling up at the feeling. Juiced dropped down his boxers and kicked them away. “Stand up, baby, would you?” he asked, in a husky low voice. You nodded and knelled on the bed, in front of him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fiercely, your hand reaching in between both of you, pumping his cock up and down, loving how hard it was, making you proud. He groaned, and pushed you on the bed, making you gasp as he turned you around, making you lay on your stomach. You smirked, biting your lip, loving the new Juice. 

He grabbed a piece of your ass, massaging it and grabbing it hard, making you whimper and wiggle under his touch. He slapped your ass hard, his red print on you, as you arched your back, he grabbed your hips and pulling your hair, lifted you up, your back against his chest. 

“It’s simple.” He said. “Don’t hold back on me, (Y/N).” He whispered, pumping himself. You nodded, out of yourself, feeling pure energy in your pussy, aching as you needed him now. 

“Please, Juice.”

“Beg.” He asked pumping himself faster, breathing heavy. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Juan.” You begged, leaning yourself against his hard shaft, desesperate for some action, for his touch. You knew he was already leaking, you could feel it. “Please…” You bit your lip, crying out on pleasure as he pinned you on the bed, in all fours and he got closer to you. 

“Please what?” he asked, pulling your hair harder, snapping your head back, earning your moan. 

“Please fuck me.” You said in a low moan. “Please fuck me, baby, i’m begging you. I want it.” He teased your entrance, biting his own lip. “Please Juan, please fuck me.” You wiggled your ass against his leaking cock, desesperate for some release, some friction; Anything. 

You felt him enter you from behind and a whole new wave of emotion washed over your whole body. “Fuck!” You groaned feeling so full and complete, as Juice grabbed your hips hard, making sure he leaved his finger prints tomorrow morning. The bed started rocking, his hips knocking on you, skin slapping sound filling the room. Your moans poured out of your mouth as he groaned.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He has a bit of trouble getting inside of you ll the time, due to his and your proportions. He went harder, and harder, making you grab the bed sheets and bite your lip, dragging blood. Your eyes went to the back of your head as Juice hitted your G spot with every hip thrust he gave. You could feel yourself so close already. 

“Juan!” you yelled, hurting your throat, making him go faster out of excitement. 

“Juan…” you whispered, out of breath. He wrapped one sing hand around your collarbones, bringing you closer to him, still taking you from behind. “Juan, I-I’m…”

“Let go…” he whispered in your ear, biting your neck as you came all over him, making both of you moan out loud. Blushed, you let your head hang low, the Puerto rican kid still going at it. “God, baby, yes.”

“Fuck, fuck babygirl. Y-Yeah…” You bit your own lip and rolled your eyes out of pleasure. “(Y/N), baby, you feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Juicy…” You breathed out and started pushing yourself back, meeting his trusts. “I’m fucking yours, Juicy, come for me, baby, please…”

 That was it for him, after two more erratic hip knocks, he came inside of you, a mix of your juices running down your leg.  Trying to catch his breath he got out of you slowly, making sure he didnt hurted you. You both stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before you got up.

“Where you going?” He asked, lifting himself on his elbows.

“I was gonna find a shirt and some shorts.” You explained. He shook his head.

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

my biggest fear in life is that by the time I finally get the money to go to playlist live or vidcon, dan and phil will have stopped doing youtube

Lucas: Yeah, I’ll just use this ancient, dangerous magical artifact that creates a lust for it like the One Ring to build a system to observe other planes of existence (even though that might jeopardize the barriers between planes or let dangerous shit through to this one, idk.) I could see the plane of deceased souls, and a plane of pure ideas whence I can be inspired for even more world-breaking inventions!

Me: s p a r k


he is…… uncomfortable


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Working for the CIA had its perks, one of them consisting of working over seas. Though the plane ride was grueling, you decided to bare with it, rest for a day like your boss had given you (what kind of agent could possibly work under conditions such as jet lag?), and then go meet your new partner for this assignment.

You had been tasked with tracking down an art dealer, Monsieur Donat Girard, who wasn’t actually an art dealer (gasp!). It was another busy work job given to you by your boss, but you didn’t mind much, it gave you the chance to not only test out your French, but to also get a free trip out of it. You couldn’t really complain on such an easy job.

You glanced down at your watch, tapping your foot impatiently against the concrete. Your new partner, whom you had been given very little information about, had yet to arrive and he was almost over an hour late. What kind of agent was he? Who was late to a top-secret meeting anymore? No one, that’s what!

You were getting ready to call your boss and tell him that your new partner was a no show when a man, roughly around your age, stopped in front of you in a slim-fitting suit. One look his way told you what you needed to know and you ended the call to your boss. “You’re late,” you stated, “very late.”

“Beauty takes time, love.”

“I take half an hour in the morning, love. Shouldn’t you know by now time is of the essence?” you questioned, offering him a seat opposite of you. He gladly accepted it and sent you a wink.

“There isn’t any danger yet. Until there is, I take all the time in the world. Which means I take the time to want to impress you.”

“All you did was annoy me. Anyway, if we’ll be working together, we need to establish one thing - I’m not calling you Galahad.” He frowned at this, almost like a pout, and you had to stifle a laugh.

“And why not?”

“I’m not much of a fan of code names. So let me know who I’m dealing with here; what’s your name? Your little agency is more top-secret than MI6.”

“Eggsy and that’s all you’re getting.” You raised a brow at the odd name but didn’t question it and instead nodded.

“I’m (Y/N), though something tells me you already knew that. Though I have to say, Eggsy does suit you. You didn’t always dress like this, did you? I’m guessing sneakers, varsity jackets, hats?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that, and you smirked before leaning in. “I also happen to know every piece of clothing on you is a weapon. Just like those glasses are a camera. I don’t mind - better be safe than sorry.” You did a little wave before chuckling to yourself.

“I didn’t take the CIA as a place to train their agents to be so…observant.”

“The best of the best. Anyway, let’s discuss Monsieur Donat Gigard. Do you know how to speak French?”


“Then I’ll do the talking - he knows English but he’ll be impressed and intrigued by someone speaking his own language. Do you know anything about art?” He shook his head once more before pointing to his glasses. “I suppose that’ll be good enough. Do you know the building?” Once more, he pointed to the glasses and you sighed in exasperation. “Doesn’t anyone do anything the old-fashioned way anymore?”

“Not really, love. Catch up with the times, oldie.” You sent a playful glare his way before you chuckled.

This would be an interesting mission indeed.
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I apologize this took so long. Life is hectic, I’ve got about a million things on my plate and unfortunately it doesn’t leave me much time to write. New chapter of Perfect Imperfections is hanging out on my desktop, it basically just needs to be pieced together and I’m being picky. I’m about to get on a plane though so I’ll work on it. Thanks for sticking with this story & please leave me some love!

Home for Lunch

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Tyler was exhausted. He had decided to drive to Tennessee to visit his parents, instead of hopping on a plane. Though the hours alone, with nothing but the wide open road in front of him had been relaxing, he wanted nothing more than to just curl up in bed and sleep for 12 hours. 

He pulled his baby into the garage and killed the engine, resting his head against the headrest with a sigh of relief. ‘Home’ he thought gratefully. He decided to get his bags later as he got out of the car and headed to the door. The garage door opened into the kitchen, and before he could even get out a greeting, he was attacked by two blurs of fur. 

“Yeah, yeah, I missed you assholes too.” He said as he pet the heads of Archie and Kino. “Babe, I’m home!” He called out. 

Craig came running into the kitchen seconds later, his headset still over his ears and a wide smile gracing his face. He launched himself into Tyler’s arms, who was quick to catch the smaller man. 

“Welcome back! I missed you.” He kissed him before letting go and placing his headset on the counter. “Do you want lunch? Or…” He fixed Tyler with a sultry gaze that any other day would have Tyler throwing him over his shoulder and running to the bedroom. “Do you want me?”

“I’ll have lunch.” He said as he sat down at the kitchen table. He briefly saw Craig’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he took on a look of anger.

“I’ll have lunch, he says.” He heard him mumble under his breath. “Here I am offering my body and he wants lunch. Gone a whole week. It’s not all about you, Tyler.”

Tyler couldn’t help himself: he laughed. “Get over here.” Craig glared at him but nevertheless came to sit on his lap. Tyler nuzzled his nose in the other man’s neck. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m just exhausted from the drive.”

“Well how about you just lie there looking pretty, and I do all the work?” Craig counter-offered. 

Tyler looked at him, intrigued. He grinned wildly before picking him up and trotting to their California king bed, lunch forgotten.


Who can resist such a lineup of ikemen~~~

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“after all, we’re going for dinner” is such jemma’s “I had a date” and no one can convince me otherwise

like someone please tell her that she is british and not actually captain america