#HEHEHHEE

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

DNDADS SECRET SANTA TIME!!

Gift for @grotesque-em (i think this is the right tag, if not apologies!!) and again merry christmas!! this was rlly fun to draw :]] haven’t drawn dood and scary in AGES

[rapidhighway]

btw heres another one of these bc why not

[akianddenji]

Toji Fushiguro loves doggy! :33

He loves the way he can just play with your ass as he fucks into you from behind, holding one hand on your back to make you arch perfectly for him. The skin to skin slapping is euphoric for him. Loves the feeling of his fat balls smacking your ass. He could do this all day, he thinks, as he drills his raging, hard, fat cock into your heavily overstimulated, tight pussy. You’re too fucked out to even form a sentence! before he cums, he turns you over to see your pretty tits bounce and your fucked dumb expression, as he blows his hot white load, fucking it deep into you.

“did so good f’me mama”

that was just round one of course! <3

[luridcomixofthenuit]

remember when this happened in the comics and then valve officially confirmed heavymedic is canon? wow that was really cool

pls don't look at this unofficial issue they published by mistake i think

EDIT: I forgot to add their insignias. whoopsies :3

[spideyhexx]

saccharine - sharing the bed

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

sharing the bed

fem!reader, little nsfw

Billy tasked you with paying and booking a room at the local inn while the two of you made a stop in the nearby town. You were scouting with him, meeting some top notch lawyer that can help the gang’s endeavors. 

It came as a surprise when he specifically asked for you to join him on the trip (less than a 20 minutes ride on horseback, but nonetheless a trip, alone, with him). 

He addressed the group with his usual laidback confidence that made you swoon. So much so, you almost missed the way his voice perfectly said your name, followed by his instruction for you to accompany him. Later that day when you confronted him on it, you asked, “did you enlist me as your confidante for this job because of our kiss or…cause I’d-”

He scoffs, “No. You’re just perceptive. I need…perception from you when we meet this guy.” 

It makes you cock your brow and he shoves his shoulder into yours when he walks away. Most hasn’t changed since the two of you kissed. And frankly, you did not mind that one bit. At the most, there were more lingering glances and touches and that was fun enough. You swear to god, if Billy jumped your bones one of these days instead of just brushing his shoulder to yours, it would have you dead on the floor before he was even in you. 

You scold yourself for thinking about that with him. 

Billy had gone off who knows where, stating he needed to take care of some business whatever the hell that meant. But you knew better than to question him too much. You did like twice and he gave you the silent treatment and a look with his pretty blue eyes. So here you are, paying the lovely innkeeper for the room and trudging yourself up the stairs. 

Your eyes immediately lock onto the fact there’s one bed, but it doesn’t phase you. You’re an adult and the bed is large enough for you and Billy so who cares? Right? Right. 

You busy yourself while he’s gone. The money in your pocket was just enough to buy yourself a sad looking hat to replace your lost one, but at least it was something. You wrap one of your handkerchiefs around it to make it look better and when you stand in front of the mirror with it on, your shoulders sag. It’s not an ideal look but again, it was something. 

The rest of busying yourself ends in continuing the wood carving you had started. You were unsure of what exactly you were making, but it would come along eventually. Maybe you’ll give it to Billy. He did seem the sentimental type at times. 

Just as you’re gathering the wood shavings in a pile on the desk, there’s a knock to the door. You had told the innkeeper Billy’s name so she’d know to give him the room number. Jumping to your feet, you straighten out your shirt and smooth your hands on your pants. A quick adjustment to your hat is made before you open the door and he walks in before you can speak. 

“Hello to you too,” you say, closing and locking the door. 

Turning back to face him, he’s holding something behind his back and his eyes linger on the bed. “There’s only one bed,” he mumbles. 

“You can see.”

Billy rolls his eyes as he looks back to you, about to say something, but then he tilts his head, “you got a new hat?” 

“Yeah, I needed it, my head was burning up in the sun and I hate being-”

“Also I told you to get a room with two beds,” he interrupts, looking back at the bed, and you use that opportunity to move closer to him. 

“I forgot to ask about that, but it’s a fairly big bed. What do you have behind your back?” 

Billy’s gaze returns to you and he doesn’t even flinch at the fact you’ve moved close enough to be right in front of him. He just knew you would do that. 

“You forgot to ask?” He gives you a look, his brow raised, like he’s disbeliebving of you. 

You give him a dramatic sigh, “Yes! I forgot! But it’ll be fine, you prude, we can sleep in a bed together.”

He shifts on his feet when you call him a prude and his lips turn into a pout as your hand hits at his chest. “What’s behind your back, Bonney?”

Billy glances back at your hat, “That looks stupid on you,” he nods his head to it. A smirk graces his lips when you groan. 

“I know! But I needed one. So get used to this stupidity, I guess,” you grumble at him. You pause a moment, then just shove at his chest again. Billy purposely stumbles back a little and you know it. Almost makes you smile, but you don’t let yourself. 

“What was thar for?” Billy walks back close to you, his gaze ever so intense even with his calm smile. 

“I don’t know!” 

You throw your hands up with your words. Billy lets out a breathless chuckle, looking to the floor and you shift to try and see what he’s holding, but he turns before you can. 

“Take that damn hat off,” he tells you, waiting. 

Part of you wants to keep defying him, but he’s got a spark in his eyes and it’s making you weak. So you take the hat off and just toss it aside. 

“Better,” Billy says, and he moves his hands to his front, your perfect hat that he bought you in his hands. Your eyes widen at it, looking back to his eyes, then to the hat. “Did you buy a new one or-”

“No, it’s the one you lost,” he says, delicately putting the hat on your head, fixing it just right. 

“But how did you-”

“None of your business.”

You roll your eyes at him and his smirk is a legitimate threat to your sanity right now. 

“You need to learn to stop interrupting me, I thought you had some manners.”

He scoffs, “Only some? I have manners.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. Oh. They look nice. Like you can tell he has muscles even through his shirt. Oh. 

“How did you get the hat back?” You try asking him again to block out your other thoughts. 

Billy thinks for a short moment before he shakes his head, “Like I said. None of your business.” 

Billy knew someone must’ve taken the hat, it was nice, and probably lying in the dirt. He went into every shop on the main street in town, hoping to catch someone with it on, with the reddish brown tie around it that he added. His luck of finding it was running out when he sees no sign, until he’s walking out of the general store, and sees a little girl with it on, too big for her head and her mother at her side buying some fruit. He initially decides to just let it be and buy you a new one, but he’d have little no money left so. 

He approaches the mother with his typical charming smile and a nod of his head. 

“Afternoon, ma’am,” he says, and the woman looks wary at first but gives him a greeting. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, it just seems your…little girl there has a hat that belongs to…a friend of mine. A special friend,” he adds on without really thinking. That’s what you were, yeah? A special friend. 

“I can show you the receipt if you need me to, my friend’s just been upset over losing her hat and I wanted to make her…,” he trails off and the woman seems to get what he means, bending down to talk to her daughter, saying something along the lines of this nice man says the hat they found belongs to a good friend who would be very happy if it was returned, etc. etc. 

Billy smiles at the little interaction and he takes the hat from the woman when she gives it to him, then he pauses. He digs into his pocket and takes out the money he had. “Buy her a hat that fits her with this. Sure she’ll love it even more. Every cowgirl needs her hat,” he says, before bidding them goodbye and heading to his horse with a stupid grin on his face. God he hates how he feels about you, but he can’t even hide it anymore. He’ll get his head together before he sees you. 

“You’re annoying,” you tell him when he keeps denying you how he found the hat. 

“Likewise, sweetheart.” 

Your heart does a jump, but you’ve already turned away from him, so he doesn’t see the way you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. 

“Thank you for getting it,” you say to him and all he does is give a hum in response.

When the both of you settle for bed, you take up the opposite sides, so far from touching, yet it feels like you can still feel the heat from his body. There’s only the one blanket, so you share it. You tug it closer to you. He tugs it back more to him. 

You consider kicking him under the blanket but refrain because you’re not sure if you could handle feeling his leg. 

He falls asleep fast and you envy him for it because now you’re left with his calm expression and messy hair next to you. He’s just so beautiful. You’re not sure if he even knows how pretty he is or if you should tell him. Surely you’ve said it to him before, but he always wrote it off as you mocking him. But you wanted to stare into his eyes and tell him you thought he was pretty. 

“You’re pretty,” you whisper aloud without another thought. He doesn’t move, nor change expression, which gives you a sigh of relief. 

You watch him for a bit until you feel creepy and turn on your side, facing away from him, sleep slowly drifting over you. 

As the morning light shines through the window, you start to stir awake, your hand reaching up to rub at your eyes. But you feel him. Close. His chest flush to your back and his arm over you, his leg loosely tangled with yours, his breath on your neck, his groin…

His groin and the undeniable arousal from him pressed right to your backside. 

Your sleepy state doesn’t fully register it all at first until he shifts and you can almost feel how big he is. How nice it feels against your ass and how the slightest shift from you would make you rub against him, so close to your own pooling desire. 

Your eyes open. 

It snaps you out of the daze and you almost shriek, pushing your elbow back against his chest. It pushes his body to the edge of the bed. Billy stirs awake at the hit, but he’s too asleep still to realize his position and he falls off the bed, landing with a thud to the floor.

“What the fuck…” he mutters out, groaning, rubbing his chest where you shoved him. 

You quickly roll over to other side of the bed to see him, partially trying not to laugh, partially feeling very guilty. “Uh…I’m sorry?”

Billy, sleepy, messy-haired Billy, looks at you with his brow furrowed and his hand rubbing his chest still, “What the fuck was that for?” 

He sounds angry and you’re about to answer when he pauses, his gaze down at his lap. The blanket had fallen off the bed with him, but it still did not hide how hard he was. 

“Well you were kinda spoonin’ me,” you mumble, then put your hand over your mouth when he looks back up at you. His cheeks are flushed and he shifts the blanket so you can’t see his erection any longer. 

“I was?” 

“Yeah.”

Silence falls over the two of you and he’s trying to decipher if he actually made you uncomfortable but then he watches you try not to laugh and he shakes his head. 

“You can laugh,” he resigns, rubbing his hand through his hair, then at his chest again. 

You do laugh, just a little, then give him a pained expression, “I didn’t mean to push you that hard. Your head all good?”

“Fuckin’ shoved me, cowgirl,” he mumbles and you squeeze your thighs together, “yeah, head’s fine, but you probably got my ass bruised.”

A snort comes from you and it makes him smile. Oh you loved that smile. Since when did he like when you snorted?

“It’s not my fault you were a pervert with your…morning wood against me.”

“Okay, hold on, I am not…” he trails off and shakes his head, “I am not that. And don’t call it that.”

“What should I call it?”

He rubs his hand over his face, groaning, “just be quiet.”

“Will do, boss,” you say, smiling like a dork at him even though he can’t see it. 

But silently, you hoped he was also grinning like that under his hand.

[zamjd]

Of Optical Illusions and Cloud Formations

DWASDJHWAJSHD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA💕💕💖

Love, me love the fanfic so much :))) by @perpetual-stardust

Apologies the qual is horrible, I should have used a bigger sized canvas ;-;-;-;;-;-

Anyways yippe! I'm done, please go read the fic- the writing is really good and it's so-sososososso AA

smaller shots undercut w/ image text typed + Explanation

These are some personal headcannons for Y/N :DD I like to think they have the equivalent nerd love for clouds as much as I do ^^

(Texts: Daycare Assistant Y/N (Except they really like Clouds)

I call it the Alto Collarus *Full name is actually: Undulatus Alto Collarus, It got shortened bcs it sounds better

If a child gets curios on what the clouds are, Y/N will not hesitate to squat down and explain each in a way that children finds entertaining

(Both are kept in the security desk))

One of the first interactions in the story :) Jazz haaands~!!

(Text: Y/N: Which is why we'd only be six feet away from the opening as opposed to standing in the debris of construction

Moon: Hmm, I think you are forgetting one part that has yet to be mentioned...

You said we, last time I checked, you do not have a wire of which you can use

Plan failed)

This was a funny interaction, I wanted to play with the expressions here and my own interpretation for both isabella ad Dominic- Though I should have took my time on their colors ^^; hehe

(Text: Isabella: Mr. Sun! Do you love the color of the sky?

Sun: Hmm! I don't know! I think it'd depond on... which one.

He knows (Does he know I have a Tumblr??, Do they have Tumblr accounts??? DO THEY KNOW SANS?????))

DWASKHD AUGHH MMMM AAAAAAAAAA💖💖💕💕💐💐💐💕💖💖💕✨

THIS FUCKING- STARDUST- AAAAAAAAAAAA- WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IM GONNA BITE YOU(/j) CRYING DURING THIS PART I- THIS WAS SO GOOD- PULLING ALL MY HEART STRINGS AND I WAS SUPRESSING MY SCREAMS WHY ARE YOU RAAAAAH!!!💕💕 (IDK IF YOU CAN SEE IT BUT THERE'S THE SOOT TRAIL UNDER Y/NS EYE AAAAAAAAA UDHAUSHDJH RAAGHH!!!! HE SO CARE AAAAAA)

[somecrimsondream]

Best ship!

[sup3rsp0r3]

Uhhh more watcher Grian stuff bc the trivia bit gave me ideas :3

"Grian! I need your help, this one's about you!"

Skizz had said, right before he ran off toward his bot. Grian promptly went over to help Skizz. The man's voice rang out through the surrounding group as Grian grew closer. "Er... This one's... Odd." A choir of 'huh?' 'What do you mean?' And, 'How so?' Were the response from the crowd.

"The question says, 'Grian is...' And then it cuts to the answers."

Grian felt a chill go up his spine. The small wings on his head fluttered, threatening to close over his eyes. He had a feeling something like this might happen. A feeling that THEY would mess with this game as well. It didn't matter how much he put into the code, they were always following.

"What are the answers?" Mumbo asked, raising an eyebrow. His sword was planted in the dirt, his hands against the handle as he used the weapon like a crutch. Skizz answered with a slightly weary tone. "Well... The answers are, 'An Entity,' 'A Player,' 'A Code,' and- wait a second. The last answer is glitching out. I can't see it." Mumbo stepped closer, glancing at the screen on the bot. Grian shakily moved forward as well. A good portion of the surrounding group had a clue on what was happening.

To Grian, the words weren't fritzing out at all. In fact, they were a bright purple that left the rest of the screen unreadable. The glow was so bright it painted the surrounding area purple. Just enough to leave a film over everything. It was like no one else saw it.

"It's the glitched one." Grian said, his voice coming out almost detached. "They- uhm, the bot's a little glitched. It shouldn't be a problem again." He chuckled nervously, the wings on his head finally closing over the top half of his face.

Mumbo tensed, quickly pulling his sword properly into his hand. He didn't often see Grian with an obscured face. He had stated how much he hated masks before, and he had only recently been willing enough to open up and explain why. Mumbo didn't know all the details, but he knew enough to say, this wasn't good. This was dangerous.

Skizz wearily selected the answer, watching as the bot calibrated and glew green, putting its robotic arms up in the air to signify Skizz's correct answer. Skizz collected the drops, his prize if you will. All though, Skizz wasn't paying attention to what he had picked up. He was paying attention to the newfound purple fade at the edges of Grian's little head wings.

Few people knew what it actually meant.

Everyone was focusing on it.

The ones that did were terrified.

The ones that didn't were concerned, maybe even scared.

Fin.

[lyss-butterscotch]

Hey @ressioo remember when you said suns undertale?

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

maid nexus. no context

w/ @thevampiresblogofchaos 💐🌺🌺‼️‼️‼️

tap photo for good quality bc tumblr is jus t like that

[vangh17a]

I see all kinds of 'details ppl won't notice' things everywhere and I thought of your comic

aaksfdjlkxjch the absolute joy this gave me

y'all are spoiling me tonight

lemme spoil you back with a detail that genuinely has no hold over the plot (that I know of for now??) but I still think is neat

The way things were static-ey when he came to in the most recent update? (pt 32 for you future time travelers you)

That's not just stylistic choice. Throwing a headcanon on Don that's definitely not projection that he's got static vision. So ye, if there's a panel that's from his POV it's gonna have some static on it!

[boeing747]

fursona. (pictured commuting on a tram bc it honestly feels like its all i do all day)

[eemmoorrii]

[whips and nae naes into your inbox]

how the fuck did u get in there

[phillieladybird]

phwedding -> honeymoon

[hexcii]

HEHEHE TRICK OR TREAT >:33

TRICK!!!!!!

Pulls him in for a BIG OL SMOOCH

I do the tricks around here 😈😈😈

[solazu1]

For art request spare some Brian & Tim having a good time in ur mythical au??? Pls? 🥺

they cannot cook for shit