#I have been getting them nonstop for days

[littlestpersimmon]

Need advice.

I currently work 3 jobs. Fine. Same story. I plan to open commissions again in December. I know how bad things are, there is a recession. I want to keep it 35 usd. The reason it is so cheap- is because I am disabled now. I feel immense pain from rsis, sometimes even ruptured blood vessels along my wrist, knuckles and thumb pads- from drawing so much-

Being disabled = work takes longer to finish. I am only earning 350 usd a month through commissions because of PayPal enormous transaction fees. I been working nonstop all year. My longtime followers can vouch for me that I've rarely made personal art this year. The problem is that I genuinely, I simply cannot draw fast anymore. It is beyond my capabilities. But I also no longer get customers if I charge more than 30 usd. What do I do. What can I write on my TOS that customers can read so they know what they are getting into when they hire me- that I am disabled- therefore slow. And is honesty enough? I just saw someone on Instagram complain that their 15 usd commission took the artist 10 days. To me that is obscenely fast. All the other artists I've hired to do commissions for me would take a month. And I paid them 75 usd I believe. Please don't tell me I am fucked. I want to have the time to draw personal projects while also being able to take In commissions. What can I do to work around this?

[edenfenixblogs]

Introvert problem:

I have theoretically very cool relatives who are coming to dinner with my parents and least favorite aunt and uncle tonight.

I am expected to be there.

Thing is: I have no memory of these relatives and I was told by my dad three days ago “we are going to dinner with [relatives] Saturday.”

I hate being told that I’m doing something that’s already been planned. I’m 33 and don’t need or want my parents to make plans for me.

I also have no memory of these relatives who are cool, but I do know for a fact they are.

I kinda wanna see them. But I’m also moving right now and am exhausted and the two weeks off from work I took to help with Thanksgiving prep and having a little time to myself have been consumed with moving, which I’m happy to do.

But I genuinely don’t know if I should go to dinner tonight. I have to get up early tomorrow for moving stuff and the next week is gonna be nonstop for me cuz we are hosting Thanksgiving and finishing the move and then I’m back to work the following Monday.

Idk what to do. Help.

[aftxnrxbxtics]

into the pit

William Afton x f! reader

Summary: don’t stay too late at fredbear’s… or you might end up getting chased and fucked in the ball pit.

Warnings: dub-con, predator/prey dynamic, age-gap, mentions of murder and kidnapping, choking, aggressive sex, innocence kink, forced creampie, william being a sick bastard as always.

A/N: i had this idea for a long time and now i finally decided to write it, so i hope that you all enjoy it!! <3

You’re used to this. Every saturday you spend the entire afternoon at fredbear’s family diner, just to eat ice cream and play the arcade games for hours, nonstop, wanting nothing more than to collect enough tickets to trade in prize counter in exchange for that springbonnie plushie that you’ve always wanted.

Usually the restaurant is crowded, full of kids running around and happy families eating pizza while watching the animatronics performing on stage. But today is different, it’s almost empty.

You try not to think much about it, it’s been raining all day, so probably the heavy storm and thunders are what caused the lack of customers. However, it’s better for you, this time there’s no kids telling you that it’s their turn to play.

Without any distraction, you lose track of time, and before you know it you’re all alone and it’s completely dark outside. What a mistake. You should’ve gone home a while ago.

Just one more game, that’s what you promise to yourself, one more. But when you check the pocket of your jacket, there’s no fazcoins left. You already used all of them, and you’re out of real money too.

Fuck.

Maybe if you check your other pocket…

“I think you need more of these” a deep voice startles you, causing your heart to beat faster. And when you look up, you find a familiar face, it’s Mr. Afton.

You don’t know him, but you always see him around, and as far as you know he’s one of the owners. He seems kind, or at least that’s what you think when you see him there, close to you, offering you a bunch of shiny fazcoins.

You hesitate a little bit, but you end up taking the fazcoins off his big hand. It’s just a nice gift, right? accept it and don’t be rude.

“Thanks” you mutter, more shy than ever, nervously playing with the coins.

You’d be lying if you said that you don’t find him attractive, even though he’s way older than you, perhaps in his late forties, and there’s a hint of grey starting to appear in his hair and beard.

Something in him is extremely alluring, but you don’t know exactly what it is. Maybe it’s his towering height, his authority, or the fact that he’s always well dressed in suit and tie. You have no idea, but it makes you feel like a deer in headlights.

“Uh… i should go home already” you tell him, leaving the coins in your pocket. “Sorry for staying so late”.

William doesn’t answer, he just stares as you hurriedly make your way through the empty restaurant. You’re so sweet, so naive, if only you knew that there’s no way out. You’re trapped and he’s about to have some fun.

Of course, the main entrance is locked and chained, once you notice a shiver runs down your spine.

“You’re not going anywhere” William speaks, and even though you’re not looking at him, it’s obvious that he has a big grin on his face.

Run. That’s the only thing your instinct tells you. Don’t try to open the door, just run and hide.

So you do it. You start running as fast as you can, quickly thinking about which place would be the best to hide, behind the stage? the bathrooms? the kitchen? no, that’s too obvious. Your last option is the playground, if you’re lucky he won’t look there.

You go inside it, thankful for the padded mats muffling the sound of your footsteps, and there it is, the ball pit. You always see the kids playing hide and seek on it, so it must be deep enough for you to fit as well.

Trying to not make too much noise, you dive into the pit, hiding yourself under the colorful balls. It doesn’t matter that your body is trembling in pure fear, just stay still and wait until morning, don’t move.

But do you really think that you can outsmart someone like him? it’s his restaurant, his fun place, and he already knows every hiding spot. Every. Single. One.

Long minutes pass by, and it makes you think that you’re safe there, but in reality it’s nothing more than his twisted games.

When you least expect it, his hand reaches inside and pulls you out to the surface of the pit, in such an aggressive manner that causes your shirt to tear open. Still, you try to scream and fight, but all your effort is in vain, there’s no way for you to escape the grasp of a man who is almost twice your size.

Both of his hands wrap around your neck, squeezing hard, just without the intention of cutting you air flow. He still needs you alive.

“I thought about killing you” William confesses, his raspy voice now more intimidating than ever. “But i think you’re way too pretty to die, so now i have different plans for you”.

“Just let me go, please” you beg, grabbing his wrists, as if your desperate words would change anything. “Please”.

Actually, your pleading eyes and weak voice only make his cock grow hard inside his pants. He loves when someone begs him for mercy, it’s a power dynamic that he always wins.

“Just spread your legs, let me get what i want, and i’ll let you go” he says, taking his hands off your neck and slowly dragging his fingertips down to your exposed chest.

You’re scared and you know that it’s wrong, but you do as you’re told, you spread your legs in an inviting way, allowing him to see your lacey panties under your skirt. You’ve always liked him after all, so the thought of him using you instead of murdering you doesn’t sound as bad.

What you will never know is that he’s had a certain fixation on you too. Since the first time he saw you roaming around the restaurant a few weeks ago he knew he had to put his hands on you. At first, he wanted to ruin your innocence just by taking your life away, but when he realized that you were already a woman his depraved fantasies went somewhere else.

“Such and obedient girl” william says, his long fingers tracing the straps of your bra. “I like that”.

Suddenly, he pulls the fabric down, freeing your tits. And oh, and young body like yours never disappoints, you look so perfect and so soft. Your round tits, still firm and with pretty nipples, only make his gray eyes go almost completely dark in lust.

He can’t wait to see what else you’re hiding under your clothes.

His hands travel down, caressing your thighs, relishing on the tenderness of your skin. And even though he has seen many women before, none of them compares to you… you’re fragile and so fucking innocent.

God, if only you were a few years younger he’d really enjoy tearing you apart.

When his fingers reach your panties he just pulls them to the side, revealing your pussy already glistening with arousal.

“So wet for me” William growls, using his thumb to spread your wetness and rub your clit. “You want this, don’t you? who would have thought that you’d be a total slut”.

You don’t even pay attention to his mocking words or the chuckle that he lets out, you’re just focused on the pleasure he’s causing. His calloused thumb against your sensitive nub feels too good, way better than when you used to touch yourself while thinking about him.

He’s too experienced, so much that just a few more circles on your clit cause a moan to escape from your lips. But once he hears it he stops abruptly, taking his hand away, there’s no way that he’s gonna let you cum so soon.

You open your half-lidded eyes to protest, but then you see him making his way through the colorful balls to position himself between your open legs.

And for a moment, while he’s distracted unbuckling his belt, you think that maybe you could escape and make a run for the back door. But you don’t even dare to try it. Both of you know how bad that would end, so you stay still, just watching as he frees his hard cock.

He’s thick and veiny, leaking beads of precum out of his pink tip, and the mere sight of it makes you regret your decision. You don’t really think you’re capable of taking him inside you, however, it’s too late, before you know it he’s pushing into your tight pussy.

It hurts, so you try to push him away, placing your hands against his broad chest. But it’s useless, William doesn’t care at all, he just laughs at your pathetic attempts and continues having his way with you, burying his cock to the base inside your warm hole.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, his movements are careless and aggressive, thrusting hard even if your eyes are filled with tears.

But soon enough, the pain starts to fade away, leaving only the sting of his cock stretching you open. And William seems to know that, he notices the way your body reacts and how your hands slowly stop trying to resist him.

“That’s it” he growls in a condescending manner. “Stop crying and focus on me.”

You don’t answer, everything is happening too fast and your mind is a mess, but when he leans closer, caging you under him, you have no other option but centering you attention on him and nothing else.

You hold onto his purple shirt and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment, even though you’re surely going to regret it for the rest of your life.

Each drag of his cock feels like nothing you’ve had before, and you can almost swear that you feel every vein and ridge, along with the mushroomed tip bullying your cervix with each violent thrust. And you’d never admit it, but you kinda like getting fucked in such an animalistic way, allowing him to take out all of his frustration on you.

The squelching noises and your whimpers are obscene, and the smell of sex is starting to gross you out, so you bury your face on his neck, inhaling his manly scent instead, a rare mixture of cigarettes and cologne.

His breathing is ragged, you can feel the warmth of it on your shoulder, and soon his thrusts start getting deeper, causing a delicious friction of his hairy pelvis against your clit.

“You feel so good- fuck” William groans, losing his mind over how heavenly your walls grip around him. “You’re so fucking tight. You were made for me, and now finally i get to fill you up with my cum, claiming you as mine forever”.

Your mind is clouded by pleasure, so you don’t realize the danger of his words, but his possessiveness sends you over the edge. You come undone with a muffled cry, arching your back as you let your orgasm take over your body.

You ride out your high, feeling pure bliss until your legs end up shaking. And William is close too, you can tell by the way his muscles are tensing and how his thrusts lose rhythm.

That’s when your heart drops, remembering what he said just a minute ago.

“Don’t cum inside. Please.” you plead, on te verge of tears again, not really wanting to deal with the consequences of it. “Don’t”.

But he just puts a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “I’m not asking for permission”.

Your muffled whines and how your pussy clenches out of fear and desperation is exactly what he wanted. Nothing more enjoyable for him than to cause such emotions in someone vulnerable under his power. You’re the perfect little victim.

William can’t resist it anymore, just a few more thrusts and he cums, grunting as shoves his cock deep inside you one last time, filling you up with his sticky seed.

He empties himself to the last drop and then falls on top of you, not wanting to pull out yet, just staying inside your hot pussy while he catches his breath. He’s an old man after all, he needs a few minutes to recover from a rough fuck.

Once he’s done, he slides out slowly and starts fixing his clothes, not really paying attention to you. He’s indifferent, and now that his fun is over you think that maybe he’s just gonna leave you there, feeling used and filthy, on your own to find your way out of the restaurant.

But he doesn’t. When William buckles his belt again, pretending like nothing happened, he stares down at you once more. You’re still shy, trying to hide your exposed body while looking up at him with big teary eyes, like a wounded animal.

How can he leave you there in such state? He’s not that bad… is he?

So he picks you up on his arms, bridal style, carrying your weight so effortlessly as he walks out of the playground. And you rest your head on his chest, too weak and sleepy to even try to escape from his hold. But weird enough, you don’t feel fear anymore.

“I think i’m gonna keep all to myself” William’s voice seems distant as your eyes begin to close, finally resting after the sudden rush of adrenaline. “You’ll be staying in my basement for a while…”

[spotaus]

The other thought i had!!

Concerning the fact that i have cats and i know their nature.

Mostly. The fact that if you get up from your seat and you turn back two seconds later to see your cat in your seat.

So you pick up the cat and put it on the ground and turns back... to see your SECOND cat in your seat.

Picture this. With nightmare and the many many many cats in the castle.

Sometimes nightmare has those like days where he is on his throne and some people come to ask him stuff.

These moments are rare for two reasons.

it is a waste of time because nightmare can solve many more thing from his office

The cats like the throne. A LOT.

Nightmare has stood by his throne before. A car in each hand. And a cat in each tendril. And there are STILL at least four cats very comfortable in his throne.

The knights have had to help with this issue before. The problem is that the cats LARGELY outnumber the people in the castle. So nightmare and his three knights (and cross pre knight) have stood there before all holding cats and keeping cats back with their feet. And there were still cats on the throne.

The problem is. The cats dont always do this either. It happens randomly and ALWAYS at times when ccino is busy. So they struggle for a bit before giving up and calling for ccino because he just needs to click his tongue and the cats leave the throne.

This did also help make the guards/maids/servants like nightmare more. Because nightmare stood there with multiple cats just talking normally to them

Nightmare: i understand you want to lay there but i need to work.

Cat: meow!

Nightmare: i know it is warm thanks to the sunlight. But i need it.

Cat: meow!!

Nightmare: i know. After i am done you can relax again.

Nightmare may not know the cats names but he cares for them deeply and loves them all.

Okay that was my other thought :D

YOU🫵🫵🫵 I have been thinking about this nonstop and needed to doodle it so so badly- (relief from the angst, haha!)

But yeag... as a fellow cat owner this is DEFINITELY something that happens ever single time he tries to use his throne. (And I love the idea that the castle morale boost because Night's just in there having full conversations with the kitties... waughh....

[crowcryptid]

“Influencer” marketing die

[conspicuous-clown-car]

if somebody has already done this PLEASE tell me bc i would love to read/indulge in anything like this

but like,,

dca x reader fic where reader is a prince/princess and sun and moon are the royal jesters and it’s a forbidden love type deal

could end in their love being accepted, could end in them running away together, or a secret third thing!

i’ve also been picturing sun and moon as animatronics still, idk how that would work but it could!

basically the whole idea boils down to

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

[duahauuoplanh]

[toestalucia]

(doesnt wanna open my multi) arent they so great

[rosicheeks]

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[haunted-glassesgurl]

Reading on public transport is the worst!!

I want to finish reading, I want the subway to take ages to arrive, the bus to be caught in traffic, I want to arrive late everywhere because I. CAN'T. STOP. READING.

(Merlin and Arthur are my demise)

[privatelife]

y'all who actually have partners,, what is a text ice breaker to start conversation? im really bad at it 😭

it feels important to note that when we do talk, the conversation flows great we have a nice rapport and complimentary senses of humors it's just starting the conversation that is the problem i think we are both just painfully shy 😔 (and maybe traumatized .)

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[macabre-cross]

after realizing his feelings towards ken are romantic+sexual the first thing farfarello would do is consider the pros and cons of committing murder-suicide so he wouldn't have to deal with all that

[ingravinoveritas]

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Indeed it is, Anon! Heady and wild times are afoot, to be sure.

Yesterday and today have been particularly spirited days in the fandom, with so much new content coming our way--pictures from the show, news about advance screenings, and of course, the behind-the-scenes interviews with the cast (most especially Michael and David).

I think if I had to share the thing--or one of the things--that's delighted me most, it's these two extracts from two separate Collider interviews with Michael and David. First David's interview:

And then this one from Michael's interview:

It's the common thread/theme of joy that is so beautiful to me. We've heard David say that before, of course--four years ago, just in the same way that Michael said four years ago how much he enjoyed watching David as Crowley. But nowadays it seems like joy is in such short supply. Everyone is stressed out, tired, anxious. We see more hate and anger and violence on the news than happiness and positivity.

So given all of that, to know that Michael and David derive such joy from being together--acting in the show, and from their friendship/relationship--is just the most gorgeous thing. Michael in particular seems to have his heart right out on his sleeve, acknowledging how rare the chemistry and connection he has with David is--more importantly, how he knows it's rare and has clearly given a great deal of thought to it--and also wishing for their partnership (in all its forms) to keep going. It's the difference between the visible resignation of someone who knows a relationship has run its course and the quietly passionate plea of someone who has found more meaning in another relationship than he ever expected.

"Long may it continue" he says, and how it makes your heart ache to know how sincerely he means it. Especially now that we also have him saying this in an article from The Metro:

He really would, though, wouldn't he? Michael would keep working with David (on Good Omens or something else) for as long as he can. And that's what I'm most excited to see on screen in season 2: The understanding of what it means to want to grow old with one person more than anyone else on Earth (or in the heavens above). I truly am looking forward to it. Ten days and counting...

[the-maladjustedjester]

The inherent eroticism between a condemned and their executioner