#he's fun

[cosmicwhoreo]

BEHOLD, ZalGO!

ZalGO's perspective-

He's been collecting the Time Pieces Hat Kid lost and never found and recollected in her initial mishap, to power and grow his mainframe and reach.

#ahit #ZalGO #Hat mom #Summer #a hat in time oc #a hat in time #he's both a bastard and an idiot #he's fun #he's like a horrible amalgamation of fusing Wheatley Zim and A.M and he's about as well put together as you'd expect #the blue orb under his TVs (faces) is where the Time Pieces he's collected are kept

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Lionel Shabandar

Alright, buckle up. This is the dirtiest one yet. Time for some fun with Lionel "Sexy bastard" Shabandar.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Although he has a cold reputation, with you he’s actually very affectionate and caring. Your play can get quite kinky and he's very attentive to your aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make sure you eat and drink something, hold you as you fall asleep to make sure you feel safe and secure.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, he likes his legs. Years of horseback riding have given him quite strong, solid legs, which he's happy about. On you, he really likes your back and shoulders. The way you stand, the confident way you hold your shoulders and the line and curve of your spine really does something for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's more the cum inside you kind, but he'll also come on your breasts or back if he's feeling particularly possessive.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasises about having you on the desk in his office.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Handsome, successful, confident man like him? He's had plenty of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggie style. And he likes being able to hold onto your hips and pull your hair a bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Foreplay can be playful, but when you get to actual sex he's much more intense.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his personal grooming but isn't overly fussed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not overly romantic in the mushy sense, but he has a way about him that makes you feel adored and special.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you can't be with him, and he needs to take the edge off.

K = Kink

He's very much a dom. He loves taking control, edging or overstimulating you till you’re a wrung out mess. Some light pet play. You surprised him once by wearing cats ears and a cat tail plug and he basically devoured you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed, where he can really take his time. He also has a thing for taking you against the wall or on the floor of his private gallery. Also the back of his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your confidence. Like when you go with him to an event, dressed so beautifully and standing proudly beside him, his lioness. He could watch you work the room all evening and then pull you into his arms the moment you get into the car.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything that would permanently mark your skin. He's not about to damage his favourite artwork. Also, he's a good dom, so he won't cross your limits or make you uncomfortable. You have safe words, and he would never do anything to hurt or upset you or harm your trust.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving and receiving. Back to those dom tendencies. Having you on your knees between his thighs with his hand tangled in your hair. Likewise, eating you out is a perfect way to keep you on edge and make you beg.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It's a mix. A quickie will be rough and fast, but most times he'll start off slow until you're good and needy and begging to cum.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You both have your careers to attend to, sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's confident and experienced, so he knows what he likes. But he's willing to experiment if it's something you're interested in too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a couple of rounds a night. He usually likes to draw out the pleasure for both of you and it leaves you both tired and satiated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's got a far selection of toys and items. His favourites being a set of padded wrist and ankle cuffs, and a remote-control vibrator so he can tease you from a distance.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and drive you crazy. One time, before going to a gala with him, he slid that vibrator inside you and kept the remote in his pocket, so he could keep you on edge all night. You held yourself together until you got home and begged him to let you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty vocal. Moans, grunts, growls and curses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

For all his life is rich and extravagant, with you he finds even the simplest things attractive and appealing. Like the first time he spent the night at your place and in the morning, he saw you making coffee, wearing just your panties and his button up shirt. And he thought you were the most gorgeous, enticing being he'd ever seen, and you ended up making out on the kitchen counter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His BDE is there for a reason. He's hung like a horse.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. He wants you as often as he can have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's awake for a while afterwards. He's got to take care of you first and make sure you're cared for properly. And after you've fallen asleep in his arms, he'll listen to your breathing and the feel of your heartbeat. It helps his mind clear before he starts to fall asleep himself.

#lionel shabandar #lionel shabandar x reader #I gotta write more for him #He's fun #n s f w alphabet #Gambit #He's giving kinky soft dom

[moondrop-candypop]

woe, chilling Eclipse be upon ye

#tsams eclipse #eclipse art #tsams art #my art #if you couldn't tell I like drawing him #he's fun

[outlawcare]

Wake up everyone new blorbo just dropped

He's utterly insane and I love him

#the imperfects #dr sarkov #he's such a mad scientist #he's fun #i love him #blorbo #alex sarkov

[duskoirre]

Try get past my Block 11 cats notherfucker

#arknights #just e2'd Broca today for my niche #he's fun

[bright-omens]

Okay, so, I haven't seen anyone bring this up or point this out, but Crowley is a fucking magnet for autistic people/beings. There's Aziraphale, his best friend and crush of 6,000 years, who can be interpreted as autistic. Then there's Shax, who could be interpreted as autistic (just, the general lack of understanding what's "normal" for humans to do and things like that). And then there's Muriel, who is so fucking autistic. We could even debate that Jim/Gabriel is autstic too, bringing the grand total of autistic beings that Crowley surrounds himself with to 4. He's an autism magnet.

#Wow #he's fun #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #crowley #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #It's more like light spoilers #but still spoilers nonetheless I guess #anyways #he's just a little ADHD guy that all the autistic angels/demons see #and they're like #“Wow he's a fun guy”

[cochineal-leviat]

Relating to this post, I accidentally made Mirror Prince Fluff look too BAMF. So here's a little comic I drew showing what happened after his dramatic snapshot to make up for the cool points I unintentionally gave him. I'm unsure if Mirror Yin and Yarn are still present in Mirror Fluff's needles and if they can move independently or not. But if they are still in the needles and can't move. Welp. Tough luck.

I was going to ink the comic, but I liked how the initial sketch came out, so I decided to keep it like this. I usually don't like my sketches, but this one is nice.

(Fun fact: this comic is called 'Dour Boy Trouble' in my files)

This version of Mirror Prince Fluff belongs to @azzie-tangerine

#mirror prince fluff #kirby #kirby series #my comics #sketch #Mirror Fluff is so pathetic I love him #he's fun #mirror yin yarn #I want to write a supervillain oneshot for this Mirror Fluff so badly #in the sense that he is bad at being a supervillain or a villain in general

[crusherthedoctor]

Looking back, it's hilarious how hard they tried to make Silver the hypest and most popular character ever in '06, being OP conceptually, defeating the main character twice with no effort in true Worf Effect style, based on a DBZ character, shoehorning a well-received newbie (Blaze) into his story for no reason, the works. Yet I was indifferent back then, and I still am now.

Meanwhile, Vector just has to say "Who's this broad?" and "SHADOW, DON'T GO THERE... YET", and I'm in awe at the Peak Character Writing.

#Jokes aside Vector is legitimately in my top ten #He's fun #A powerful character doesn't count for much if they're not interesting #Opinion #Vector the Crocodile #Silver the Hedgehog

[nya-vivi]

So. Heizou.

#he's fun #hyv is releasing so many 4 star characters i didn't have time to try because of *** ajdhsixbd #and now I'm trying them all #i want to build shinobu too #and try mika #(and a lot more like candace and collei)

[tsarnvoiny]

not me over her thinking about writing logan again . . .

#caffeine fueled hyper fixation 《 ooc 》 #guys it's been a minute #but i loved it #he's fun #but also like...i have so many feelings for that man

[transingthoseformers]

Whirl

Whirl

Whirl, baby, bitch man, what are you planning? And who, may I ask, is the mastermind behind said plan?

#twenty bucks on getaway #mtmte Megatron #mtmte whirl #comic reading #maccadam #transformers #now i love whirl #he's fun #but i mean dude this is mad sus #oh i definitely suspect getaway because i have the power of meta on my side #getaway is in himself a very interesting character who plays a important hand in this game

[sidetongue]

prancy little reindeer 

#he's fun #we like to party #creed

[localguy2]

Just thought of a funny HC

Okay so before Pixal joined the team (as samurai X) , Zane and Nya were the main two who made the Ninja's vehicles, more Nya then Zane but Zane's also occasionally there

This resulted in both of them visiting Cyrus Borg for help on thier Vehicles, which also resulted in them having long hours lasting talks about literally any type of tech

And 99% of the time thier talks are civil and respectful

The other 1% however is straight up a shouting match, all 3 nerds arguing with each other over technology, which also resulted in a lot of accidentally broken equipment, can imagine it going something like this:

"NO, MOST CERTAINLY NOT, ASIDE FROM THE RISK A GUN WOULD POSE TO ANYONE, IT COULD ALSO BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT!" Cyrus slams his fist down on the table and accidentally breaks it in half because of his robotic hand

"WELL NO ONE TOLD THE CRIMINAL TO BREAK THE LAW, IF THEY WANNA ENDANGER PUBLIC SAFETY THEN I'M ENDANGERING THIER LIFE" Nya throws her arm around and accidentally knocks over a security droid standing next to her halfway across the room

"this is all started because I ASKED BOTH OF YOU IF I SHOULD INSTALL A WEAPON ON MY BIKE THAT HELPS PUNCTURE THE TIRES OF AN ENEMY VEHICLE." and Zane fuckin overloads the Tower's computer on accident

And in these rare fights these 3 always leave on a bad note, but next time they meet up they're like "you're my fren now :)" like nothing ever happened

#ninjago #cyrus borg #nya smith #zane julien #random ranting #headcanon #Wish the writers would use Cyrus more #I like em #He's fun #Thought of somethin else #When the other ninja do catch them after a bad fight #They keep an eye out on Zane and Nya #But next time they go back to Borg's #The 3 nerds just start talking about tech again #Like nothing ever happened

[greenelight]

mason   is   an   actor.   of   course   he'll   assume   the   role   of   your   boyfriend   /   lover   if   a   weird   person   or   ex   comes   around.   he'll   even   throw   in   a   smooch   if   you   really   need   to   make   it   more   believable.

#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ out of character ﹚ ﹕ boba tea refill. #tbd. #mason may be gay but being a stage actor means #he's kissed a LOT of women #he'll kiss a friend if it means making #some weird guy go away #mason is truly the go to guy for parties #he's fun #a little obnoxious #but u can trust him with your drink #& he'll hold your hair back when you're sick & make sure u drink water #he'll also protect you from creeps!

[carbonateddelusion]

you look like you really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really like people whose name starts with e and ends with dgar

What tipped you off to that, huh?

#he's fun

[abronzeagegod]

Untitled YA Project Chapter 3: Step One Hypothesis, Step Two Experiment

First Chapter || More

11:48 AM local time

Chicago, Algonquin State, United States of America

“No way, you’re messing with me,” Mike said to Justin as they sat in their chemistry lab. “There’s no way sound just… doesn’t exist in your house.”

“I’m telling you that’s exactly what happened,” Justin tried to justify his story.

They were lab partners, which worked out for the both of them. Justin was very smart when it came to chemistry, so Mike lucked out because Mike was very bad at math and science. And Mike was the perfect lab partner for Justin, because he didn’t complain when Justin finished things early and then got bored and messed around with the extra stuff and usually made a mess.

“I don’t believe you even for a second. What did your dad say?” Or not say since he couldn’t say anything you would hear.”

Justin gave Mike a flat expression as he held an eye dropper over the beaker he was experimenting with. “He doesn’t really talk much in the mornings any more, not since mom left.”

“Right. Sorry,” Mike hastily said. “So you want me to come over and check it out after school?”

“Don’t you have football practice or something?”

Mike shrugged. “Only in the technical sense.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I do have practice, but only if I show up.”

Justin finished his own handmade mixture that was definitely not on the syllabus and eyed it suspiciously for a few moments. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen but the most that could be said was that the glass was slightly warmer than it was before.

“You don’t want to go today?” Justin asked. “I thought you liked football.”

“I do, but sometimes you just need a break. And your thing sounds way more interesting.”

“I could definitely use the help,” he told Mike, as he stirred the mixture to see if that would change anything. When nothing did, he shrugged and made sure to dispose of it properly.

Thankfully the bell rang, ending the class, and signalling that Mike and Justin could both go to lunch.

“Thank god,” Mike said. “I’m starving!”

“You’re always starving.”

“I’m a growing boy!”

After they put their stuff away and made it to the lunch room, Justin picked up their previously abandoned conversation. “I don’t know what’s going on at my house. And once you realize that you can’t hear anything it’s really creepy.”

“Well you didn’t blow up anything in lab today, so we don’t have detention, that means we’ve got the whole afternoon open.”

“Not for lack of trying,” Justin pouted a little.

He didn’t actually want to cause damage, he just wanted something exciting to happen once in a while. Sometimes there was that impulse thought in his head that told him it would be fun to get into trouble, to break stuff, to yell and get loud, and just be noticed for a minute. But what was really the point? He would just get yelled at, told to stop doing what he was going, and then have to spend entirely too much time staring at the wall in detention.

Mike clapped Justin on the shoulder. “Next time we can blow something up real nice. Just when we don’t have a mystery to investigate at your house.”

Justin laughed, once. “You always know just what to say.”

“Oh! You know what we should do to prepare?”

“What?”

“Learn sign language! Like Ashley and Kit did back in sixth grade so they could talk during class. I wonder if they still remember it,” Mike mused. “I’ll be right back. Hey! Kit! You still know sign language?”

Justin just shook his head as Mike took off. He was always doing a million different things, rushing off to go do whatever struck his fancy next. But he was a loyal friend, even if Justin didn’t understand him all that much sometimes.

Mike was very outgoing and Justin was not. Mike did sports and made friends with everyone, Justin preferred to stay inside and play videogames or build little robots with the various LEGO kits he managed to get his hands on.

Lunch finished with Mike learning some quick sign language from Kit at another table, and Justin packed up his stuff. He waved a quick goodbye to Mike and headed off to the second half of his classes: history, english, and geometry.

He barely paid attention in history. They had just gotten to the start of the Louisiana Purchase and the wars it caused in 1808. He knew it was objectively important stuff, because he lived in one of the states that was made as part of the treaties and truces made after the slow defeat of the United States by the various Native American tribes and their various allies, most notably the bee people, the zlilfians down in the Caribbean. But he was still thinking about his house and the silence that surrounded it.

“Mister Oswada,” his history teacher said after the bell rang and the other students started to filter out of the class, “you seem particularly distracted today. Did you get yourself into trouble once again?”

Justin stopped a few feet away from Mister Collins’ desk.

He was one of the older teachers, probably in his early seventies, and it showed on his face. Amidst the wrinkles stood a few scars across his face that probably predated said wrinkles. His wispy grey hair gave Mister Collins an eccentric look, only enhanced by his bright green eyes. He’d look more at home in a science or math class, but instead he was a simple history teacher. He was also one of the smartest teachers, who knew almost everything asked of him, wawa never surprised by anything any students did or tried, and of every teacher, Mister Collins was one of the few who truly understood technology and whatever new things the kids were into.

Mister Collins patiently waited for an answer, looking at Justin over the rim of his round glasses.

“No, I didn’t. Not today,” Justin responded. “Something happened at home this morning and it’s been on my mind, that’s all.

Mister Collins took off his glasses. “Mister Oswada,” he said slowly. “I understand that things have been difficult and not the best at home for you. But there are people who are willing and able to help if you need it. You just need to ask.”

“Yeah. Cool. Thanks,” Justin said because he wasn’t sure what else to say to that. “I’m gonna go to my next class now.”

The history professor could only nod and let Justin go.

Next was English and he paid even less attention in that class. They were supposed to be analyzing a work by some New Englander about something or other in a time like a century ago, but Justin didn’t really like the first two pages so he didn’t read the rest. There were more pressing thoughts in his head today.

Then it was just a geometry test that he should have done much better on, but he was still extremely distracted. He didn’t really care all that much, he knew he did badly so what was the point of dwelling on it?

The second that the bell rang dismissing class, Justin ran to his locker, threw all of his books in it, and then put on his jacket.

But for all of his rushing to get out of school and back home to study this weird silence, he had to wait for Mike for almost fifteen minutes.

“You ready to go?” Mike asked from behind him, coming from a direction Justin did not expect.

“What did you do to your shoulder?” Justin asked, pointing at Mike’s right shoulder that had an ice pack on it.

“Oh I told my coach that I strained it in gym class this morning, and that I definitely failed that geometry test so I should try to make it up. Can’t play football if I’m injured and failing,” Mike said with a proud smile.

“You’re gonna get yourself into trouble doing that one of these days.”

“Probably. But you’re not one to tell me about getting into trouble. Besides, we’ve got much more interesting things to investigate. I’m really curious about this house and silence thing you’re talking about.

They elected to not take the bus and instead walk the little over a mile to Justin’s house. The entire walk, Mike was on his phone looking up explanations for the quiet that was only around Justin’s house.

“Localized low pressure system,” Mike said as he scrolled through the now fourth page of results on google.

“I don’t think that’s how pressure works.”

“Are you doubting the veracity of freakweatherforums dot blogspot dot com?” Mike asked, his voice filled with fake outrage and hurt. “And I thought we were best friends.”

“We are. And yes, I am doubting the truth of your website.”

“How dare you! Engelbert here has spent minutes making this blog, and you just come in here and tell him that he is wrong? Have you no shame sir?”

Justin rolled his eyes, but couldn’t entirely suppress the chuckle.

“Oh this is a good one! From an alien sighting website! This is claiming that your house has been invaded by a secret eldritch alien life form that has no form or substance but feeds on noise and will grow and expand until it consumes all life on earth rendering it a silent, empty, husk.”

“Jesus,” Justin breathed out. “Well, I apologize to Engelbert. His theories make way more sense.”

Mike laughed as he finally put away his phone. “Well, we’re here.” They stopped on the sidewalk just outside of Justin’s house. “You ready to go inside?”

“I think so. This is so weird,” Justin said as he stared at his house. “It looked so normal.”

Justin had this concerned, sinking feeling that the silence he experienced this morning was gone, that Mike would think him crazy, maybe even stop being his friend because of it.

“This was stupid, let’s go,” Just said, quickly turning away from his house.

“Oh come on, let’s at least go in,” Mike said as he walked the opposite direction, towards the house and away from Justin.

Justin turned around to watch him, and about halfway down the sidewalk to his front door, Mike suddenly stopped. He turned around to look at Justin. He could see Mike’s mouth moving, he could tell that his friend was speaking. And then yelling. Mike’s face was starting to go red from the effort of screaming and being loud, but just heard nothing.

After a few more moments of that, Mike returned to where Justin was standing. “That is freaky. Oh. I don’t like that at all. You were so right. This is weird.”

“Really weird.”

“Now what?”

“Well.” He had thought this far ahead, but now that he was here it seemed so much more real. And a little scary. “I want to go inside and get some stuff. I’ve got some equipment I want to use to try and measure how big this thing is.”

“Like what?”

“I’ve got a little portable radio and I finally rebuilt my RC car I got for Christmas two years ago. I figure we put the radio on the car, turn up the volume, and then move the car around, trying to mark down where the silence… field… thing extends to. Then maybe do some stuff to try and record sound inside of the field and outside to see if we can find any volumes or frequencies that pierce it.”

“That’s all just off the top of your head?” Mike asked with a little smile.

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Let’s do it then,” Mike said as she threw his bookbag on the front lawn and followed Justin into the silence and the house.

Moving through his home felt eerie and surreal. It was his home, he knew that. But it lacked something essential. It was like a slightly warped copy of his house. There was something subtly wrong with this place, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He felt tired and alone and a little cold. The whole place made Justin just want to lay down.

He jumped when he felt something touch his shoulder.

Mike tapped him, and Justin practically jumped out of his skin.

The reaction was only physical, the yelp died before it could be formed. The silence had smothered it.

Then it all clicked back in his head. Justin remembered what they were doing.

Moving quickly now, they grabbed a bunch of equipment from Justin’s haphazard and messy room, and then from the garage.

Back outside they both took a few deep breaths and Mike even spent a minute trying to pop his ears as an attempt to undo the unsettling feeling that settled on them as part of the whole experience.

“That felt so weird and creepy and I don’t care for that at all,” Mike said.

“I know. It feels so… oppressive,” Justin said. “And depressing.”

“Yeah,” agreed Mike. “You still want to measure this thing?”

“I do, but I don’t want to step foot in there for very long.”

“Yeah, me either.”

For the next two hours, Justin and Mike measured the field of silence around the house. They marked the borders with chalk on the sidewalk or by planting sticks upright in the lawn. They even took several audio recordings inside the field and across the field.

They found out that there is no sound inside of the field nor anything that can be heard through the field. Nothing penetrates it one way or the other.

“I really don’t like this,” Justin muttered. “But it is fascinating.”

Mike was laying on the cold sidewalk, claiming he was trying to cool his fried brain. Suddenly he stood up. “You know, I give up. I’m posting this on the internet. Someone out there must know what’s happening. Let’s do the RC car and the radio thing again.”

Justin shrugged, he didn’t see how that was going to help, but he turned up the radio once more, stuck it to the back of the RC car and started driving it in circles in and out of the silence field.

“Hey, I’m at my man Justin’s house, and check out this freaky nonsense happening. There’s no sound around here. I’m losing my mind,” Mike narrated. “What’s happening?”

He filmed the little car running around, music blasting loudly, and then suddenly getting cut off as it passed the small stick fence. Even the whine of the little motor powering the RC car wheels gets cut off.

“Someone please tell me what is happening!” Mike pleaded on the video as he finally cut it off. He posted it online and waited for someone to give him an easily explainable answer.

A few seconds after the video got post Mike got the first comment.

“Fake lol”

“Helpful,” Mike said out loud to the comment.

But then suddenly he got a notification that the video was removed.

“What the hell?” Mike said. “They took down my video for some reason!”

Before Justin could ask what was happening his own phone started ringing. He was getting a call from an unlisted number.

my kofi where i post everything

#my fiction #untitled ya novel #i really like writing mike #he's fun