#ASK HOARDER

[kakusu-shipping]

Saw your most recent rb and im taking this as a opportunity to talk bout my pokemon si!

So her names Amy and shes a shiny pokemon researcher from a region based on australia lol

As a result of her research, she has obtained a good number of shinies, (alolan raichu, sylveon, floatzel etc.) and how she met ash was because of his shiny noctowl!

Im still trying to figure out some lore stuff, but feel free to ask about her!

- @cloudys-selfships

I will ABSOLUTELY be asking about her in the future she's so CUTE!!!!

I'm also SO sorry I have like 5 asks from you and I've sat on all of them for almost a year now PLEASE take this doodle of your S/I as an apology!!! And feel free to rant in my ask box any her and/or Ash any time!!!! (or any of your other selfships. 👀 Isabelle perhaps?)

[osamucide]

Babe, imagine Dazai, but like tied up with a collar and all, vibrator stuffed into him while he's whimpering and rubbing himself against you like the shameless slut he is

–🫧

he’s such a pathetic whore.

you can’t even cuddle innocently on the couch after work without him trying to jump you. it was a long day and you’re exhausted—you told him this, but he’s relentless. please, just let me fuck your thighs! please, just let me grind on your ass! he wants you that bad? fine, he can have you, but you’re going to use the last remaining bit of energy you have to lead him to bed by the neck of his shirt and sit him down before you slide the box out from beneath the mattress.

“quit squirming,” you tell him as you snap the collar around his throat—he doesn’t quit squirming, it only spurs him on—and move to bind his wrists behind him with the pretty black length of rope. you slip the remaining length through the d-ring at the back of his neck, bowing his back in a subtle arch before ordering him onto his knees with his face in the pillows.

it’s cute to watch him struggle, fall face-first a little bit as he positions himself where you want him—you’re coating your fingers with lube as his back falls into a more severe arch, his pretty ass wiggling in the air. he lets out a shameless, full-bodied moan when you yank his boxers down and circle the rim of his hole; another when you start to work him open on one finger, then two; he’s trying desperately to fuck back against you by the time you’re slipping the vibrating plug into him, whining about how he needs it, this is torture, it would’ve been easier if you would’ve just let him fuck you.

you tsk at him as you nestle the plug in his ass down to the base and fish the little remote out of the box.

“lay down,” you coo as you snap the waistband of his boxers back in place and slide the box back under the bed; again, it’s cute to watch him struggle. but he ends up on his stomach, elbows bent to accommodate the rope connected to his collar, and you get up to flick the light off before snuggling into bed next to him, satisfied with your work.

“baby,” he whines.

you shush him, nuzzling against him, wedging your thigh between his—god, he’s hard—and, with the remote in hand, slinging your arm across his waist. he scrambles against you, desperate for friction in the crook of your hip; with your other arm curled beneath his head, you settle in, sigh, and press a soft kiss to his trembling lips before closing your eyes and clicking the vibrator on to the lowest setting.

“ah!” he gasps, his pelvis hitching against yours.

“go ahead,” you mumble to him. “get yourself off. told you ‘m tired.”

so he ruts against you steadily as you drift off to sleep, sobbing quietly in a way that fades into white noise for you. you’re pretty sure he calls you cruel a couple times before you totally lose consciousness, but you just smile a little through your barely-awake state, not even gracing him with your usual praises of good boy, Osamu, doing so good for me. maybe you are cruel.

you’re totally asleep by the time he cums, whining and making a sticky mess against you in his boxers—as he twitches against the aftershocks of his climax he wonders if you’ll leave him like this all night, vibrator in his ass, arms bound behind him; how the hell is he supposed to sleep now? you are cruel.

he wakes up from an uncomfortable sleep in the early hours of the morning to you undoing his restraints, working the plug out of him—and he’s unbearably hard again.

“morning, good boy,” you whisper. “still wanna fuck me?”

you better believe he stretches his sore arms out, cracks his neck and rolls on top of you with fervor—whether or not you’ll regret what you did to him a mere few hours ago will be up to you. ⊹

[official-penis-posts]

I'm trans but in a funky lil middleground way can I have a uh, lemme look- a trans guy's pussy, a trans woman's cock, and uhhh massive tits, anyone else's dick they think they're done with, and ah uhhhh fuckin' nother pair of tits OH OH OH and a chalupa supreme?

Hey now save some genitals for the rest of us!

[ef-1]

Jenson has never called Daniel the "golden boy", I've looked for it for years and always end up back at your blog.

and it wasn't even the only time boooo 🍅🍅 boo jenson loves the golden boy more than he loves you boo 🍅🍅

[ghostreblogging]

Pest control Danny

So Danny is Damian's twin and like the usual jazz. YOU ARE ALIVE?. HAHA NO.

So batfam noticed something. When Danny thinks no one is looking he is muttering die pests and stomping his foot and in general trying to kill something

Alfred thinks Danny saw pests and does not hesitate.

Anyway like a few months later world is in danger yada yada and they need the help of a minor demon, who literally stole the key they need and they need to trade for it.

And the encounter goes like this.

Constantine: we are dealing with a minor demon, don't lower your guard just because it's a lower demon. It managed to steal the key.

Bat: hn

So Constantine summons the demon and the demon gets summoned

Demon:well well-

Danny:ITS YOU!

Demon: huh? Yes-

Danny:NOT YOU, YOUHAVE YOU BEEN THE ONE BRINGING PESTS INNNN THE HOUSE? Ugh later ILL TALK TO YOU LATER need to get rid of this

Batfam : wait a min-

Danny straight up lunges at the demon breaking the circle in the process and no longer trapping it but still Danny grabs it by the legs as it was trying to escape and he just literally kills it.

John Constantine slowly backing away : uhh we needed a . . . thing from that . . ."

Danny: I'll get that key for you, but for the love of the ancients stop summoning things . Gotham is arleady cursed enough as it is

[geothebio]

Skippy’s been here for a little over three months! He’s a very fast learner, here’s a few things he’s learned how to do so far:

-eat food without being scared it’ll be taken away

-walk on a leash

-play fetch (his fav is the tennis ball)

-get the zoomies

-sit and shake for a treat

-go outside without being scared

-watch for people to get home

his favorite treats are: cucumber slices, red bell pepper strips, fresh raspberries/strawberries from the garden, salmon jerky & salmon skins from trader joe’s

also Ginger says hello

[clonerightsagenda]

It's a shame my boss is a library director and not the proprietor of one of those jampacked used book shops where nobody ever buys anything because she clearly just wants to accumulate things en masse but doesn't really want anyone to use them and doesn't take care of them. This includes telling us we can't circulate the juvenile fiction collection because the titles are "priceless" and "irreplaceable" (they are not. they're Newberry award winner paperbacks) but she doesn't care that the shelf is pointed straight toward a bank of huge windows and the books have been cooked to the point their covers are disintegrating. Also I spent several weeks this year explaining vinegar syndrome to her and getting it through her head that the microfilm she hoards in the warmest rooms in the building is actively self-destructing, and when I finally convinced her to let me weed the most damaged acetate and reassured her that other institutions like the historical societies do a better job of preserving newspapers anyway, a community college does not need thousands of reels our students are not using, she very earnestly asked me if I thought the historical societies knew about this "dangerous problem". Yes I promise the historical societies know about vinegar syndrome.

[mascwoman]

sorry for peeping at your bookcase but uhhhh you have immaculate taste!!! like so many of my favorite books and series on there!!!

Yay! Lesbianism!

[firewolf111]

My gender is a clown car.

"What's your gender?"

Short answer. Nonbinary.

"And the long answer?"

I laugh maniacally as a car with the nonbinary flag colors painted on it zooms towards us. As it parks, I maintain eye contact with a creepy grin as I open the door. Out comes microlabel after microlabel, xenogender after xenogender. You watch in horror as they just keep coming, no end in sight. It's a never-ending swarm that begins to surround you until you lose all hope of escape.

[funnier-when-objectum]

Idk if anybody has already submitted this before & idk if it needs to be a post here on Tumblr but I thought this was funny

https://youtu.be/HbJeK4R85nU?feature=shared

[theoutstorms]

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WOO ! Asks are now open !! Currently available :

<Twenty Long Spears Pierce the Sky> (Iterator - He/It) <The Hoarder> (Slugcat - They/It) <Scavenger Tribe ?> <???> (It senses the shifts of electricity in the air... ) You might find some infos about them here (usually under the "the outstorms" tag)

Might add more characters as time goes on !

Feel free to just- ask anything or even get your own critters to interact with them (would love to draw people's critters along with my own !)

[kavehaskblog]

Over the past few weeks it has been my mission to go through Alhaitham’s entire library. Cleaning, dusting and organizing (as well as making new shelves but that will be done later). Going in there is like a labyrinth but I refuse to let it tower over me! Here is the progress pics so far. I know it doesn’t look organized rn this is just progress!!

Second pic scares me I’ll have to design some type of bookshelf for him because that overhead IS ABOUT TO COLLAPSE

[silver-peel]

What brushes do you use :0 i love the textures on your art sm!

Thank you!! I switch to CSP last year so finally I can share brushes I use now lmao, share Sai brush is way lot harder😂

➡️For line art I use these two pencil on CSP

SHALE BRUSH! https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1995145

Pencil R https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1702962

occasionally (like artfight or doodle) I use 'Dry ink' on Procreate simply just wrist friendly no opacity brush

➡️For painting, I mainly use 'Sampled Brush 371' in ZacRatz2023 pack https://zacretz.gumroad.com/l/nyvwz other brushes in this pack are amazing as well especially if you are landscape guy, and it free!!!

sometimes combined with lines brush? my friend(this guy @/kiran104) custom made, but I think you may find similar one on csp asset. I LOVE hatching so all other hatching in my work are just hand draw

For my extra texture stuff another important thing besides brushes is the eraser, Eraser that come w texture helps A LOT in my work. also in some case, texture/noise Air bush for ambient/lighting

hope it helps!

[theanoninyourinbox]

Kittypet dark forest sounds terrifying

It’s AWFUL

The houses are all built wrong, in endless rows and streets and cities that loop and twist and turn. The roofs have holes that let in the constant murky rain, made of rotten wood and jagged tiles and sizzling tin and sometimes bones, locked together in horrible patterns. The walls are covered in claw marks and unidentifiable filth, and smell so WRONG bile rises in the throat at the slightest whiff. The floors are slick and tacky and pitted, sharp edges and cloying odors. There’s no furniture to be found, and never a clean food bowl - the scattered bowls are always juuuust emptied, the crumbs rancid and meaty in a terrible way…

And some of the houses have guests…

There are dogs, massive and wretched, howling at the windows and bashing themselves into fences. They’re skinless or masses of fur or meaty chunks reassembled wrong or floating bones. Their teeth are sharp as death and they move fast and skittering.

There are twolegs, or something like them, arms too long and hands grasping with cat claws instead of nails. They lure the weary and naive into their arms, and NEVER let go. Cats are dragged wailing into the houses, never to be seen again.

And there are other cats.

The other denizens are unpredictable - will they try to kill? Flee in terror a the sight of another? There are a few scattered clowders - some repentants who seek to find a way to redeem themselves, a group that huddles in rage on the edges of an endless shadowy forest, and so on. But beware huddling for warmth or seeking comfort in the pelt of another, for there are consequences…rarely, one may find a house that bulge at the seams with limbs and screaming mouths, with windows that have countless blank eyes and dingy collars glittering out, and a yard that ripples with flesh and sweet-sour voices, calling out gibberish…those cats spirits have passed on, but the danger remains…

[welcome-to-my-hoard]

Hey, I'm the RED Hoarder

Ms. Pauling seems to think having these "ask blogs" will be helpful for like- The team's image or somethin, so I'm makin one. Dunno if anyone else has, but fuck it.

So, bit of info, I guess?

The team calls me Hoard, so you can call me that too I guess. Certainly not giving you my real name

Anyways, how I ended up working for Mann Co. is a lengthy and frankly boring story. Long story short, my uncle(/parent/guardian/only person I've ever really interacted with... I don't like people much) Engie, got me the job, and next thing I knew, I was hauling ass out of Canada (where I am wanted in... at least 3 provinces?) down to New Mexico. Now, I spend my days stealing ammunition and throwing wads of trash at those obnoxious BLUs.

It's fun, actually.

Respawn is the best part. Freaky as hell, but it saves a lot of time now that I don't have to worry about accidently killing myself. No clue how the damn thing works, but it brings me back, so I ain't questioning it.

I have been told I'm not supposed to talk about... That.

Soooo...

Pretend I didn't?

Anyways, that's me. Ask me questions, I guess. Oh- or if you have questions for the other mercs, I can try asking them. Can't promise they'll answer (Scout, in particular, seems like a bit of a piss baby), but I'll give it a go.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

saw

(the noun not the verb)

Sky held up the item, brow furrowing as he examined it. "Is this... a saw?"

"Why the hell do you have a saw in your closet?" Warriors questioned, disturbed.

Legend shrugged, enjoying the bafflement on the other two's faces. "Never know when I might need it."