#6 fucking am

[absurdumsid]

good morning silly crwtauress !! were on our way to school alr

[mashmouths]

does anyone know how to stop the body from keeping score? i have shit to do

[tokopng]

my ptcgic2024 entries :] i didn't place in the top 300 but i always enjoy doing art for it

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[vinestaff]

rain or shine i'm by your side so why won't you look my way

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[transsophiedevereaux]

been rewatching s1 of leverage and it really hammers home how down bad hardison has been from the start. and it's not even the stupid flirting and telling parker she looks good in the bridesmaid dress.

when the team first gets together they don't really get parker. eliot calls her crazy about twice per episode, sophie clearly feels bad for her, and nate barely cares for anyone at this point. hardison, by contrast, always engages with her, answers her questions, listens to her concerns about the orphanages in the stork job, explains to her that they're a little more than a team, cheekily adresses her, while in character for the juror #6 job, just to make her smile. yes we all remember how parker stabbed the guy from the stork job with a fork, but also remember that, just moments before, while talking stone-faced to this guy she clearly loathes hardison managed to make her laugh with only a stupid vampire joke mocking the mark's accent. she thinks he's funny! they're in love your honour!!

[deoidesign]

I'm so mad that post was misinformation because there is actually an EXTREMELY important conversation to have about the production schedules artists are forced into. There's no need for exaggeration, the conditions are bad.

I work for webtoon. My publication schedule is weekly. While publishing I'm required 10-15 pages a week. Fully colored.

This means I'm finishing a 150 page fully colored graphic novel every 10-15 weeks.

When my comic is not updating, I am not getting paid. Any time writing, editing, or off is out of my own pocket. I don't get healthcare. They do not provide any assistants. They expect me to promote myself; they chose to deprioritize me before I even launched and gave me an end date half a year in. I never had a chance.

And this is the industry standard! Every company has artists forced into crunch hours, overtime, and burnout. Artists are literally dying early due to it. So many of my friends can't afford to go to the doctor.

It's unsustainable and untenable, and it's also the expectation our audiences have.

If we want to have this conversation, there's plenty of conversation to be had with the realities of the situation. It's bad as is.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i don't have a lot of sins—but utterly abusing the em dash (—) in every piece of writing I've ever attempted might be the top one—or at least, in the top ten.

[shining-kommo-o]

Scrapped peanut-themed pokémon concept art, meant for the Kalos region.

[redstonedust]

i had a conversation with my mom recently about neurodivergence and she interrupted me to say "you're normal though, i got you tested when you were 6 years old" to which i had to pause and ask "wait. why did you get me tested." and it turns out basically every teacher at my school implored her to get me checked out for autism and adhd after barely a year of knowing me. she said this to try and dispell the idea i could be neurodivergent but it's so hilarious how much it backfired because now i've spent the past 2 weeks going "SIX??? SIX YEARS OLD?? THEY NOTICED AND NOBODY TOLD ME??????"

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Tomura: Fuck off, old man.

All for One: I'm not that old. How old do you think I am?

Tomura: The last number.

[robbyykeene]

Do you believe your mother was wounded, and do you believe she passed on those wounds to you?

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 6

DUN-CON BY VIRTUE OF THE SOMNO CONCEPT

Moniker: Gaz Risk Level: Low. Gaz has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Somnophilia, anal Safeword: Refer to first brief.

Gaz will not hurt you and he is the safest man I have ever met when it comes to the bedroom, enjoy him - Price

The first time you woke up before he even got his tongue on you. Just the puff of breath on your tight little hole was enough to have you flinching out of sleep.

You were desperately tired on account of being told to stay awake last night in preparation for today. It turned out what that meant was this stupidly charming man wanted you to sleep through him fucking your virgin ass.

Pretty fucking ambitious you thought as he held you tight until you drifted back off to sleep in the very cosy bed.

—

God you were so fucking delicious looking. Gaz had never felt such an ache in his teeth to bite someone before, but looming over you as you slept he was considering abandoning the plan all together and marking you up. Would you squeal as he tore into flesh? Keegan had boasted about how you sounded when he spanked you and he had been painfully hard just listening.

He hadn’t even intended on coming back to the Kennel if he didn’t have to. Yes he liked seeing Ghost but he hated being here, knowing that he got to leave and Ghost didn’t. He had been angry at Price for a long time when he had been detained. Had raged at him. It was Ghost himself who showed him the photos in the end of what he had done to that poor girl.

Gaz was pretty sure it was actually Soap and Ghost blamed himself for not controlling him well enough so took the fall, but he respected the sacrifice enough to keep his mouth shut about it.

Now here he was in the Kennel. How could he not when Soap had called and waxed poetic about the pretty girl with the prettier cunt? When he whined about how Price barely let him tongue fuck her soft arse before stopping him? That was it for him, he had to have a taste.

He tried to hold back his groan when he got behind you and managed to get his tongue on your hole without you waking up. He knew you had never done this before and it made you being unaware of it happening all that sweeter. Soap never would have had this level of patience, but he enjoyed the challenge of it, the tense pain of being so fucking hard but having to take his time before his cock could get inside you.

“Jesus, tight even in your sleep pretty girl. Come on, relax” he said, damn near pulling his tongue from eagerly trying to get it inside and being met with resistance.

Fuck he should have negotiated some poppers into that brief but at the time, like a fucking fanny as Soap would say, he was so sure he would be able to open you right up as you relaxed into sleep. His arrogance was going to be his undoing as he desperately licked and sucked and tried to get that little pucker to stop bearing down so hard against his attempts to get inside.

You startled awake.

“What’shappenin’?” you croaked, still thankfully half asleep which meant if he was very careful it wouldn’t take long to lull you back.

“Shh, hush now. Go back to sleep pretty girl hm?” he said, sweet as anything as he ran a soothing hand up and down your flank.

You weren’t so different than the skittish mare he had ridden during horse training. She was always so easily soothed with sweet words and the reassuring weight of a hand on her rump. He was salivating at the thought of how smooth a ride you would be.

“S’wet” you mumbled, feeling the spit pooling around your ass.

“Must’ve been having a pretty dream” Gaz said with a chuckle, dipping a finger into your slit and finding you wet all on your own. “Go back to it, shh, there you go.”

He was ever so careful, his finger working to relax your body rather than get you worked up. He did consider if a quick orgasm might get you tired out, maybe if you woke up again he’d go for it. Price would indulge him some wriggle room outside of the brief because, as he was unashamed to admit, he was his favourite. But he didn’t want to push it if he didn’t have to.

And yeah maybe he knew it would do a number on his confidence to eat you out after Soap had already had a go. Gaz was good, but that boy was a fucking savant at eating pussy. Eating ass he could use a bit more refinement though, so he knew he had him beat for this.

You were so cute with how you drifted back off that he was once again resisting the urge to bite, leave an equally cute set of teeth marks on that very, very cute arse of yours.

“Bloody hell luv, not even got inside yet and I think I’m in love” he cooed as he grabbed your cheeks and spread them again to give your hole a thorough appraisal that would have mortified you were you conscious.

Maybe it was through the sheer power of his will, but you relaxed finally and his tongue was able to break through that ring of muscle to push inside of you. Fuck, so dry and tight. His tongue felt like it was turning to sandpaper and he was throbbing from imagining how that would feel on his hard cock.

“I’ve got lube for you luv” he whispered to your ass, “but let’s see if I can’t get you wet enough for a finger without it.”

There was something about spitting on a clenching hole that made him rut against the bed like a fucking teenager watching their first porno. Something about tonguing his own saliva into you that made him moan low and lewd.

“Want you in doggy” he mumbled between thrusts of his tongue.

He liked how you looked on your side, all curled up with your tits and stomach melting down into the mattress, but he wanted better access. He wanted all of that cute arse at his disposal, none of it against the bed hidden from him.

You woke up as he started to try roll you and as he cooed instructions you blearily did as he asked and got onto your front, not how you would usually sleep.

“Uncomfortable” you yawned.

“Can’t have that” he said with a grin, flashing a wink to the camera.

Was it really an issue if he was doing it to make you comfortable? Just to sweeten the deal he used his fingers to spread your labia and moved his body to give the camera an excellent view of all that wet, plump flesh. He knew he wasn’t about to get in trouble because he saw how the lens contracted. Dirty old man.

“Now isn’t this a nice dream” he whispered as he licked your slit to get a taste before using his clever fingers on your clit.

You moaned lightly, still floating between the waking world and sleep. God your little fluttering hole was so eager now that it knew what it felt like to be full. It was winking at him, massaging nicely around two of his fingers when they slipped inside your pussy with no resistance.

You startled a little when there was a beep and he chuckled lightly, using the hand not currently finger fucking you to pat your ass.

“Shh it’s ok. Not doing anything wrong luv, he’s just annoyed I’m blocking such a pretty view.”

He knew he was correct because the only thing he changed was to shift over so that his fingering of your lovely, dripping cunt wasn’t blocked by his shoulders and there wasn’t another beep.

“S’nice” you mumbled, liking how he massaged you inside and out with his fingers.

You were trying to fight wakefulness because somewhere your subconscious knew that you were terrified of him in your ass and if you were fully awake you’d clench up. There was a fuzzy sort of concern that he was fingering your pussy because you didn’t remember reading that as the brief. Had he given up on your ass?

“Ah ah ah, no furrowing” he said, wet fingers going to massage the furrow in your brow away.

You whined just a little that he had used the fingers he had just taken out of your pussy rather than his other hand so he was essentially rubbing your arousal into the space between your brows. You were still on your front, one cheek pressed to the mattress, which meant now that his fingers were not in your pussy he was grinding himself against your ass.

“Fuck you’re cute” he said, licking right between your brows where the slick had been left to clean the skin. “Now back to sleep luv.”

He went back to work, nestling his fingers inside your cunt and rubbing just right with his thumb on your clit to have a gentle orgasm roll through you and send you drifting off. He resisted against lapping up that trickle of wetness that was dripping out of you, instead dragging all that slick to your little puckered hole.

For a long while he just played with the hole, letting you sink into sleep. But then he lost all patience when he saw it relax just a bit, coated his finger messily in his spit and started pressing inside.

“Come on, open up luv. Let me in, let that tight arse take me” he whispered fervently, his face practically shoved between your cheeks as he watched how you hole started to give.

Fuck you looked so good with a finger wriggling its way up your arse even if he could only get to the second knuckle. You’d look perfect with his cock sinking into it. He was drooling at the thought, letting his saliva drip down onto you. Christ alive he was hard. Would he get away with a quick fuck? Your cunt was already loose and ready from the fingering before, if he could just get off once it would take the edge off.

He got his cock out, stroked it a few times with a groan. Suddenly every inch of clothing on him felt itchy and wrong and he threw it all off. He should have put a mirror on the ceiling, gotten a birds eye view of how gorgeous your naked bodies looked together. Like a fucking oil painting.

“Yeah you’d like it wouldn’t you? A load for your pussy first hm?”

He started playing with your cunt again, fully ignored that little beep in the background as he scrambled to get himself in position to fuck you. He just needed to cum then he’d have patience again, then he’d get back to work. He let a string of drool fall down onto your pucker and hooked his thumb inside. There, nice and snug so she didn’t get lonely while he attended to your pretty pussy.

“We both know Price won’t let you misbehave that much.”

Well if Price thought that sending Farah was going to do anything to help with his current situation he was wrong. Or maybe this was a punishment, make his cock weep even more. Her light snort of a laugh made his dick twitch and he was sure he was about to explode when she walked in and ran a loving hand across your head and then his.

“Somno, anal - that was the brief she agreed to no?” she sighed as she stepped back from the bed to grab the lube from the bedside table and hold it out for him. “I’ll speak to Nova, make sure you get first go when she gets her hands on her.”

He took the lube but held Farah’s hand there so he could lean over and lick that new bead on her bracelet.

“Oh look at you Garrick, you’re lovestruck” she said, running her other hand through his hair while he went a little brainless licking at that bead.

“And you’re not?”

They both grinned at one another knowingly. How could they not be instantly enamoured? Price had chosen very well with you.

“Stick to the brief Kyle” Farah said, letting the bottle of lube go and leaving the room after planting a soft kiss to the side of your head.

You shifted a little in your sleep, a soft sigh leaving you. Gaz took a breath and moved back to pay attention to your ass where his thumb was still hooked. Comfortably he might add, like the intrusion wasn’t a bother anymore.

“Just one without lube luv, you can take one. So perfect, so fucking perfect and pretty.”

When he gently pried his thumb from that tight squeeze your hole flexed, not quite closing straight away. What a good fucking girl you were for him he thought as he used that to push a finger in.

Your pretty hole was still a mess of saliva, your own arousal and now the pre-cum still sticky on his fingers from pumping his cock, but even so your channel was still so dry and resistant. He worked up to the first knuckle and within a few slow pumps the second.

He groaned when you fucking crushed his finger once it sunk to the third knuckle, definitely waking up and feeling the intrusion. He usually was more patient than this, but he was getting so frustrated. He couldn’t even fuck your throat a little to take the edge off with Price watching and there was no way he’d be getting himself off with his own hand with you laying naked in the bed.

“W-wait, oh my God” you choked out. “Are you…?”

“In your cute arse? Only a finger luv.”

“What?” you cried, because there was no fucking way that was only one finger, you’d die in that case if he tried to work up to his cock.

“I know, not enough huh?”

He popped the cap from the lube with his teeth, in a hurry to drench you in it. Fuck he was so done, there was no way he could keep taking his time if you were already whining over one finger. The second one he slid in with no preamble, enjoying the way your body spasmed with the shock of it.

You bucked and he moved to straddle your ass, keep you right where you needed to be. God his cock was so close, he could just take his fingers out and fuck you bloody before you woke up enough to know what was really happening. Jesus, you were going to land him being detained in here if he fell any more in love with your arse.

“Fuck, fuck Gaz I, it’s so much” you gasped.

You were trying hard to relax. You had drifted back in somewhere around ‘so fucking perfect’ and the affection in his voice had just really affected you. Logically you knew this was all just sex, he didn’t know you, he didn’t care about you. But your stupid little heart wanted to please him, wanted him to keep that affection for you.

So you had feigned sleep until his finger, which you had thought must be his cock, had pushed in and you couldn’t hold in the cry. It felt like there was so much inside you, too much, far too much. Your poor cunt was clenching and gushing slick for a stuffing that wasn’t there, maybe it was your body attempting to lube up the hole that was actually being fucked.

“Shh I know, but you can take it. I know you can take it.”

At the start of this you had discussed limits and being drugged was one of them, but you wished you had allowed it now. You wished you could drift off back to sleep like he wanted because right now there was no chance you could, not with him pumping those two fingers inside of you with his cock heavy on your thigh.

When he took them out you sighed in relief, thinking he would cuddle you back to sleep again. Maybe if you were lucky give you another relaxing orgasm to speed things along. His hand went to your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to appraise you. That was fine you supposed, what use was embarrassment at this point? You closed your eyes and let the adrenaline start to taper off so you could try get back to sleep for him.

And then he fucking rammed himself inside of you.

“Fuck luv! Fuck fuck fuck!”

It burned, everything burned. He was tearing you apart, rearranging your guts. You half expected organs to spill out when he pulled back, but there was only the wet squelch of an ocean of lube being dragged in and out by his cock.

You couldn’t fucking breathe with him shoving his way into your lungs, couldn’t formulate a thought.

“You’re fine, you’re fuckin’ fine luv. You can take it, fuck you’re taking it!”

You were taking it like a multiple stabbing victim, just trying to stay alive through the assault. Although you didn’t suppose they usually did so while trying to please the knife sinking into them.

“G-Gaz” you choked out, “please, please I can’t-”

With him pinning you down so hard you couldn’t get your hand under you to play with yourself. You needed to. You needed something, anything to distract from how painful this was. God you needed to sink your fingers into your spasming cunt and hope your body would forgive you for what you were letting happen.

“I’ve got you baby” he said, knowing what you needed and hiking your hips up so you were face down arse up and could get your fingers sunk into yourself.

“F-full” you choked, not realising just how much something in your pussy would make you feel.

“Hold on a little longer, take it a little more” he hissed, thudding against your ass with every brutal thrust.

You had never expected him to be so violent in how he fucked, but you shouldn’t have judged him by his charm and sunny disposition. Just because he had never been detained did not mean he wasn’t associated with the Kennel. This man was still one of the most dangerous people in the world.

It was a miracle that you didn’t safeword out. You were sobbing into the pillow from the pain of it, feeling lightheaded from how little oxygen you were getting. Fuck, maybe he’d get you sleeping again after all at this rate. You were never going to cum from this, but you were just trying to edge enough pleasure in that the fullness didn’t completely overwhelm you.

“Gonna cum on your arse. Fucking perfect arse” he moaned.

It took three more hard and impossibly deep thrusts before he frantically pulled out which made you scream. Your poor, abused hole was unable to close immediately, still gaping open from the assault, so you felt some of his cum hit your insides as he exploded all over you ass.

He could not possibly have so much cum and yet you felt yourself drenched, rope after rope hitting your cheeks, your hole, your insides as your hips collapsed down without him holding them up.

Gaz wasn’t sure he had ever cum so hard in his fucking life. He damn near blacked out with the force of it and was about ready to collapse until he heard you sobbing and hiccupping, trying to hide the worst of it into the now damp pillow.

“Shit.”

Oh he had royally fucked this one up. He usually never lost control like that, he was the master of slow and patient right up until today. Why the hell had Price not sent Farah back in? Christ he should have barged in here himself.

He sent a bit of a panicked look to the camera and used one hand to touch each of his fingers to his thumb while using the other to start very gently rubbing your clit since you were still fingering yourself, almost like you were on autopilot.

Price came in barely a minute later and his hand running through Gaz’s hair along with his soothing voice telling him it was okay, he hadn’t done anything wrong, you hadn’t safeworded and he hadn’t caused permanent damage was what he needed to not spiral into a panic.

Lucky for Price, Farah had hung around just incase so he had an extra set of hands to deal with the extra aftercare from this particular session. She spoke Gaz through gently getting you off, letting your brain get away from the desperation to cum because that’s what it needed to release the tension and move on to aftercare.

Maybe the two of them enjoyed it a little too much, getting two overworked and vulnerable people to look after, but hey they were both caregivers at heart.

As Price finally tucked you in for the night he reshuffled things in his head. You needed a break. Or if he was honest with himself, he needed you.

[cactuseri]

shhh they’re sleeping