#I hope you guys enjoy :)

[multiisketch]

Sonic Mini-Comic: "A Warped Perspective"

About a week ago, I was sorta... playing around with Sonic's morality in my head (as you do) trying to gain a better understanding of his view of Eggman, freedom of choice, etc. When I came to the bit about "change"... well, there-in fell the idea for this comic :)

I always felt like Sonic's amnesia relating to the Warp Topaz in IDW would have been a lot of fun to play with if it could have been an inverse of Eggman's situation with Mr. Tinker. I.e. the Warp Topaz warps Sonic's mental state and corrupts his super form, giving us a mainline interpretation of Fleetway Super Sonic :)

Also, just a quick shout out to everyone whose followed me recently. I really appreciate it! More comic stuff to come soon!

[noxstrages]

Happy 4/13! Here's a mix of old and new hyperfixation and my first drawing of The Gang! Here's some Classpects: laios - heir of blood falin - witch of life marcille - witch of void chilchuck - rogue of heart senshi - maid of life kabru - knight of blood

Spoiler characters under the cut!

Feel free to discuss other classpects and homestuck stuff for this au in here or tag me! I'd love to hear more about it.

mithrun - prince of hope thistle - bard of hope winged lion - lord of hope

[soulsdontbreaktheybeeend]

Look around, look at all these people. I will no longer allow any of you to keep me down.

[rainthespiritual]

Tate Langdon spicy headcannons since I'm 18

if you aren't 18 or over please leave, this is ADULT CONTENT and I better hear 0 shit abt Tate being young or a teen he's a mf ghost and has been since 1993 so SHUT IT

btw I didn't just turn 18 I did a while ago just felt like naming the post that..

anyways this is for all my horny motherfuckers out there ♡ enjoy 😉

GONNA SAY IT AGAIN YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THIS IS CONTENT SPECIFICALLY MADE FOR THOSE 18 AND OVER

Tate deffinetly gives me switch vibes he basically just wants to do whatever you wanna do

he loves pleasing and making you feel good it's his #1 goal and if he doesn't he will feel shitty until he makes it right..

he hates the idea of hurting you like he doesn't want to slap you hard or go too hard on you because seeing you in pain makes him feel super guilty

he might be into a little choking or some love taps but he's CONSTANTLY asking you if what he's doing is okay

"that won't hurt you right?"

"are you sure baby?"

"I guess if it's okay with you..."

CONSENT IS SEXY YALL AND TATE AGREES

overall he's just a big sweetheart about everything and we love him for that

you had to teach him about safewords and it kind of confused him at first but he got the hang of it

"so I stop when you say that?"

"but what if you say stop i don't stop? just when you say... okay got it"

"I'm still kinda confused actually can you explain it to me again?"

Let's just say the rubber suit he wears isn't just for killing people it's also for killing your pus-

KIDDING KIDDING 🤭

fr tho he'd definitely wear that I can just feel it 😐

AHHH HE'D MAKE A CRINGE ASS SPOTIFY PLAYLIST FOR YOU GUYS

"Tate I'm sorry but I'm not fucking you to deep throat by cupcake"

"why not ����🥺"

[h-didanart]

Guys. Father’s Day

Yeah?

Ok. Father’s day in the Crescent household.

Yes? Let’s go

(KC uses he//she//they, SolarFlare uses they//them)

— — —

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have a shorter shift than usual, being content with the everyday twelve hours. Yet his coworkers had pushed him to leave earlier, and they had sounded very set on the decision.

And so, here she was, walking back home at three in the afternoon. She had to admit, the views were rather nice at this time of the day, something he didn’t always get to see but still appreciated.

Perhaps they should take the children on a nature walk that week? They didn’t need to drop by the Plex, and he didn’t have shifts on the weekend, it would all depend on Star and Queso’s tech management things. It did sound like a lovely idea however, he’ll have to make a note for that.

As it stands she was already at the current campsite, making their way to the RV when Flare walked out of it. They were both startled by the other, KC being the one to talk first after the shock.

“I am aware you were expecting me to arrive at a later time, however my coworkers decided that I would go back home earlier today,” he chuckled, “‘my Father’s Day gift’ they had called it”

Flare looked at her, processing the information. It took a bit but they seemed to understand soon enough, KC felt bad over messing up their schedule though and was about to apologize, but Flare quickly diverted his attention to a path nearby.

“We Should Go Walk,” they pointed at the trees, “There Isn’t A Lot To Do Here. You Might Like To See The Nearby River”

KC hummed. “I suppose we could, I would like to leave my things here first however”

Flare nodded, moving away from the RV’s entrance and letting KC enter. They set the box with food on the counter and were about to set their bag down before remembering something. She had picked up a curious looking rock for Queso, he knew he collected them, so she should probably get that to him before leaving.

He exited the RV making their way over to Eclipses’ workshop. Only for Flare to block his way. She looked up at the taller bot, confused. “Am I not allowed there?”

“No”

KC hummed, “Are your brothers out?”

Flare hesitated in their answer, “No”

“Then may I at least speak to them? I have something I believe Queso will like”

Flare stared at KC.

KC stared at Flare.

KC would’ve continued to stare at Flare were it not for the loud thump that came from the workshop. And alongside it a very lengthy swear, from Hunter’s voice.

Which meant all of her children were there.

Which meant they were avoiding him.

Which meant they were hiding something.

KC turned back to Flare once more.

“What is going on?”

Flare seemingly tensed up at the query. “Nothing”

“You aren’t one to lie to me,” KC stated calmly, “tell me what is wrong, it is the only way I’ll be able to help”

Flare stared at him still. The solar bot would not budge on this it seems.

KC sighed, quickly summoning a small set of movement runes. They moved Flare out of the way before the taller could even protest, and opened the door to her sons’ workspace.

Only… they were not expecting what they saw.

It wasn’t an absolute mess, there was no broken things or machinery even. Only his children, frozen in place staring straight at him.

Queso was sprawled out in front of the back counter, which held various colorful boxes of various different sizes. Hunter was mid-step, carrying a couple boxes, looking rather aloof. Harvest held one of those tools used for icing cakes, filled with mint green icing, over a bare cupcake that was surrounded by many more already-iced cupcakes.

It was silence all around, last comment that had been heard being Flare’s “I Am Afraid There Was An Unknown Variable In Our Plan”

Everyone remained in place.

The speakers crackled to life, Star’s weak voice coming through.

“W-we can s-see that Flare…”

Harvest had begun her hum of nervousness, Hunter opting for a diversion.

“Happy birthday?”

They were all incredibly nervous if their core rates were anything to go by.

“What is going on?” KC finally asked.

Hunter looked at Harvest, Harvest looked at Queso, Queso looked at Flare, Flare glanced at KC.

“Father’s Day Celebration Set Up”

KC looked back at her other children.

“This is just like Mother’s Day,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I didn’t set anything on fire,” Harvest said near instantly, “this is way better than aspired!”

“Y-yeah,” Stars piped up, “we all learned to not let y-you cook since then”

She turned to the closest camera, hissing, “Hey!”

KC sighed at their children’s antics, fully stepping into the workshop. “Do you need help with anything? I got off work earlier as you may see” they addressed Queso and Hunter. They both shook their head.

“You don’t get to help today!” Hunter exclaimed, “you get to do nothing!” He laughed, almost gesturing with his hands and dropping the boxes, all while still on only one foot.

KC approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you are aware you can move now, yes?”

Hunter blinked. Then turned right around to what he had been doing before, moving boxes apparently.

The oldest turned around to the solar bot, small smile on his face. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Queso nodded, giving KC the thumbs up and shooing them away from what was probably the gift table. He chuckled as he left the workshop, passing by an argumentative Harvest and tired Flare.

KC hadn’t exactly expected to have her children celebrate Father’s Day for him today, he would’ve been fine just having a normal family dinner. But knowing his children are putting effort on celebrating them today… it warmed her heart on ways he could’ve never dreamt.

[ask-liam-p]

Aw! Bryce treating tay like a sister <3

<3

[fullcirclehuh]

love this guy he is awesome

[king-nyx]

Pssssttttttt

wanna read ancient greek lesbians?

[baatheblacksheep]

Npmd as memes is out!!

It ended up being random videos instead of memes but pls watch

[adri-loves]

hihi !! may I request some headcanons for kano from mortal kombat with a s/o who is super cutesy and silly and lighthearted??? basically the opposite of him x3 (also gender neutral pls ;w;) thank you for your time!!

OMGGG I LITERLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST.

I hope you enjoy and love this as much as i do<3

When Kano first met you he hated you. Just flat out did not like you. He thought you were weak and boring. Over time he did warm up to you. He liked how you could make him feel calm and safe. He did not know how someone could be so nice to him, so soft and caring.

♥ Kano is a wealthy man with a lot of power. His favorite thing in this entire world is making you happy. He will buy you anything that you want.

♥ If you are into makeup he will allow you to do his if you just ask nicely and allow him to pick the colors. his favorites are black and red.

♥ He has many pet names for you. His favorites are honey, sugar, baby, doll, princess, and cutie.

♥ He loves cuddling with you. He needs physical affection 24/7. He dose not like being a cuddle bug in public or around any black dragon member.

♥ Loves when Kabal or Erron get jellous of your relationship with him. He dosent know how he found someone speical like you but he values you so much and dose anything that you ask of him.

I hope you enjoyed and if I missed something that you would want me to write about send me another ask or message :) I love all of you 🤍

A/N... I just want to let everyone know that I am slowly getting to all of the matchups. I will hopefully get all of them done this week and i have no clue when the Gromsko fic is coming 😭

[butteredfrogs]

seeing as bambi's other save broke and theres no way to fix it (even removing all my mods and cc doesnt seem to work) i decided to start a new legacy with her: the animal crossing legacy!

beginning / next

[cheshirelearell]

I Can Still Recall

Chishiya x Reader

GN I think, let me know if it isn’t!

1.5k Words

Summary - Since the meteor you’ve been struggling to remember something. Or someone?

Warnings - Angst? Maybe. Sad? The desperation of trying to remember something you forgot. Post-Borderlands.

Authors note //  I couldn't get this out of my head so I decided to write it as chapter four is coming along (This is a complete separate story to LYtTMaB), I hope you guys enjoy it, let me know your thoughts :)) <3

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You were seated at a little pink and white café. Its checkered theme was obvious in the flooring and decorations. It was only a small shop. Around five tables and chairs, all wooden and painted white, with pink tablecloths. A little pot of fake flowers sat in the middle of the tables. The counter is at the back of the shop, a variety of baked goods on display. Others are still baking, their aroma overtaking the place creating a pleasant smell.

You were seated at the table in front of the big window, facing out towards the bustling streets of Tokyo. Sipping on your hot chocolate topped with cream, a perfectly cooked cinnamon swirl sitting on a small plate next to your cup.

Your laptop was tipped closed towards the other side of you. You’d previously been using it to do some writing, an essay you have coming up needing to be completed. However, not much had successfully been accomplished. Your head felt too busy, not being able to concentrate enough on the work you needed to finish. 

You’ve often felt like this. It was also accompanied by the feeling like you're forgetting something. Something important. I mean, sure people get these feelings all the time. You walk into a room not remembering why you did it and it bugging you for the rest of the day. Or going to say something and forgetting it completely. Even forgetting something from your house and not remembering what it was, desperately hoping it wasn’t something important. 

But, usually people end up remembering what it was. And even if they don't, the same thing they’ve forgotten doesn’t come back to haunt them for the last few months. No matter how hard you try, you can never remember what it was. 

The doctors and nurses you’ve spoken to, some recently when you went for your check-ups, all said that some people from the same accident had similar issues. Then they said to just try and forget about it completely, as no tests they’d done previously had evoked results anyway.

But it was much, much harder than that. It felt like every little thing sparked something in your brain, trying its hardest to remember what it associated it with. You’d made some progress previously, you were sure of it. Vaguely remembering you trying to find the objects that sparked the recognition. However, anytime you started to become even remotely close, you’d forget. 

The first time it was because you’d broken the pencil you were using to write things down, it had startled you, losing your train of thought and completely forgetting why you were even writing the stuff down in the first place. You’d thrown it away back then.

The second time was because your friend had called your name. You remember zoning out, staring at someone, trying to remember what was so familiar about them. Turns out you’d been staring for too long, your friend calling your name to get your attention back again. 

Something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Outside the little café you were sitting in, a man was standing off to the side away from the walking people. He had gotten something out of his backpack. Plugging it into his phone, he placed one of the earbuds into his ear, leaving the other one hanging. 

With furrowed brows, a small frown pulling at your lips, that little flicker in the back of your head sparked up again. It was nothing about the man, no, it was the earbuds. Why were the earbuds so familiar to you? What was it about them that was so important? 

Determination flooded you, you were not going to forget this time, you were going to remember. This is a promise you were making to yourself. 

The man had long gone, your hot chocolate and cinnamon pastry finished. Packing away your stuff you began making your way out of the store. You were supposed to turn right, your apartment was back that way, but instead you turned left. 

If someone had asked you couldn't have told them why you turned left. There was no reason you had to go this way. It was almost like your brain had decided before you, taking action to make sure you went left. 

You didn’t mind it. There was a lovely park just down this road. It was filled with beautiful flowers, blossomed trees and a duck pond. It even had a little bridge to go across. 

As you were making your way down the street a vending machine had caught your eye. It was a part of another little shop filled with loads of different kinds of vending machines. Stopping to look, you took notice of one vending machine in particular. 

You inched closer to the glass, staring intently at a yellow packet of biscuits. Breaking your gaze you looked around at the other machines. This seemed to be the only one that had the biscuits at all. The frown you had earlier had returned, this time bigger. A small headache had sprouted, nothing you couldn’t overlook for the time being though. 

Taking out your phone you started a new note. Writing down earbuds and the biscuits, you also decided to get a packet. Maybe having the item will evoke something. You could hope. You inserted the money, watching the biscuits slowly release into the bottom to collect, you eventually started making your way back to the park. 

Opening the biscuits you took a bite. Something briefly tickled in your head. This was familiar to you, however you’d never eaten these biscuits in your life, you were sure of it. Your headache has become more of an annoyance now rather than something you could brush aside. 

As you were munching on another biscuit hoping to coax something else forward, you turned the corner. A couple just in front of you were having a gently spoken conversation. Both similar in height, him an inch or two taller than her, he had reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair away from her face. 

You don’t know why this was familiar to you, but it was. The headache is now becoming more painful and harder to ignore. You hurried along, walking at a slightly faster pace than you originally were. 

Making it to the park you started munching on your third biscuit. Not many people were here at the moment, most of them at work or school. You stood still in the middle of the path, looking around at everything and every person that was in your eyesight. You weren’t sure why you were on such a high alert, like you were waiting for something and were going to miss it. 

That’s when you saw him. A man was walking slowly over the bridge. He had roughly shoulder length, what looked to be dyed, blonde hair. The ends were ever so slightly curled, two shorter pieces in the front. However, you couldn't quite see his face as he was turned towards the pond, overlooking the few ducks currently present. 

He was wearing grey sweatpants, sneakers on his feet and a white hoodie. No. No, he wasn't. He was wearing a bluey grey cardigan. Why did you think he was wearing a white hoodie? 

Your brows had furrowed, frown tugging again at your lips. And that was when he turned to face forward. You could only see the side of his face but that seemed to be enough. 

You knew this man. You were sure of it but from where? 

You started shuffling forward slightly. His name, what was his name?

Your headache has grown significantly. Now thudding painfully against your skull. You only have to remember his name. You were positive. Your determination has grown, spreading like wildfire through your veins. You were going to remember. You only needed his name.

A? No, that isn’t right. H? No, no. E? Definitely not… C? No, not that eithe- Wait. 

C. That was right, one of them began with C. 

If only you could think more. Your brows were deeply furrowed, a scowl almost making its way to your face in your desperation to remember. And then it hit you. 

His name was Chishi-

“Umph!”

More like someone had hit you.

You didn’t even realize you were making your way towards the man, getting progressively faster with each thought, until someone had run straight into you. The brief elation you’d felt getting ripped away. 

You fell to your knees, hands breaking your fall. Your bag of biscuits you’d been grasping had fallen and scattered everywhere. Some had broken and others were being crushed in the person's stead to check if you were okay.

Somewhere in the distance you could make out them frantically spewing apologies, asking if you were alright, if you’d hurt yourself. Staring wide eyed at the ground you’d nearly face planted, you weren’t quite sure what to think.

Gentle spits of droplets hit the ground. Your vision is blurry. You don’t understand, the fall didn’t hurt at all, it only shocked you really. 

The only noticeable thing you could point out was the feeling like you’d forgotten something.

You looked up to the now empty bridge.

So then why were you crying?

[conretewings]

"Please"

-She finds herself awoken in the middle of the night to a most unexpected, yet not unwelcome, surprise as his hands brush across her skin and warm breath stirs in her ear, murmuring sweet and filthy things...

***Vander x OC, 18+ ONLY definitely NSFW.***

Fitful, shadowy dreams fade away, nothing more than wisps of smoke and subconscious as Rosemary's sleeping brain is at first lightly prodded, then abruptly jerked awake with a guttural groan against her ear and thick, calloused fingers softly kneading her breast.

Shaking herself more into this world and full coherence, she realizes Vander has curled his massive body around hers, one hand busying itself with her chest and the other wandering almost aimlessly, his breath heavy against the shell of her ear and already hard cock pressed to her ass.

"V-Vander? What are you...?" she wonders, still not completely awake and confused as to where this was coming from; he usually slept quite soundly when she was stayed the night, and the times he awoke first, he'd always be quiet and considerate of her still slumbering.

"Rosie...need you...can't lose..." he finally mumbles out, clumsily rolling onto his back, then half propping himself over her, trailing fingers and lips across her face, neck, belly, wherever he can reach. In the darkness she's close enough to see his flushed face and hollow eyes just barely open. He's not even fully conscious she realizes, yet possessed by a seemingly singular need to be as close as possible-among other needs she notices as he grinds his hips against her a couple times with another low, long groan.

She shivers and reflexively raises her own hips a fraction; his actions were far from unwelcome as she always thoroughly enjoyed his attentions, yet here and now she notes there was something different; primal and instinctive in how he clung to her even while half in this realm and half in some dream state.

"Vander-" she repeats, freeing a trapped arm to pat his cheek, "Van? What's going on? I mean I know but why now-mmph!"

When his only response is his continued heavy breath and to pull himself up further to press his mouth to hers, tongue darting to lap at her lower lip she finally manages to grasp his face in her hands and force him to be still a moment.

"VAN!" she says again, a little sharper now, and it's like a switch is flipped in his brain, the light returning to his eyes as whatever lucid state he's in is shaken loose somewhat, "What is all this?!"

He swallows thickly, then with a sigh leans in to kiss her once more and murmurs against her lips, "I lost you...can't lose you again...have to make damn sure you're still here..." his steel-blue eyes meet hers, a deep fire burning there, "Please, love, I need you..."

He was clearly still half conscious but coherent enough to understand exactly what he wanted. The goosebumps flare across her skin; there was something almost desperate in his gaze as he clutched her with a slight tremble and crack in his deep voice. Rosemary weren't sure if she'd ever seen him like this, so needy as if he'd burn into ashes if that fire wasn't quelled.

And well...who was she to leave her lover in such a state?

Wordlessly, she captures Vander's mouth in another kiss and shifts to pull her nightshirt up further, exposing her body to the cool air and his fevered touch as he pounces, a triumphant hunter with his prey, his groans morphing into almost a growl. Her back arches with a stuttered whimper, fingers tugging his thick hair as his mouth finds a nipple, tongue swirling over the swollen bud and she nearly yelps when his teeth graze her as well.

Shuddering, with some brief fumbling pants are removed and he wastes no time in positioning himself between her thighs, one hand clutching her hip as he presses himself inside her, moaning into her shoulder. She lets out a positively sinful sound herself, arcing her hips to take more of him in; he was going faster and rougher than usual but luckily, she was already slick enough alone from the downright feral mood he was in.

Time disappears, melting away as they melt into each other, his pace against her slow and deep but unsteady, punctuated with pauses to kiss or caress whatever spot was nearest and murmur praises or incoherent words into her skin and she swears of all the times she's been with him, it's never been quite like this as in all sense of the word he worships her body with his own.

It takes some moments to register but she abruptly notices his movements grow lazier and more erratic...before he gradually slows to a stop, his weight resting more on her now and breathing calm as realization sets in; he's fallen back asleep. She bites her lip, the sensation of his thick length still inside her deliciously torturous-but he's growing heavier by the second so, with some reluctance, she wriggles free.

He mumbles somewhere in his sleep, and she turns to cradle his head against her chest, fingers tangling in his hair as his arms come up to encircle her and eventually, she drifts off as well, mind still confused but pleasantly content.

In the morning, Rosemary is bustling about the kitchen, putting some coffee on when a loud yawn echoes through the room. She glances over her shoulder with a welcoming grin, "Morning, Papa Bear."

"Mornin', Rosie..." Vander grumbles, scratching his side under the old t-shirt he wore and rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes, "Can I eh, ask ya somethin'?"

"Sure?"

"Last night um," he clears his throat and steps closer, dropping his voice to a murmur but still avoids her direct gaze, "Did we...?"

She smirks, not skipping a beat, "Have a very passionate fuck yes. Yes we did-until you passed out."

His face reddens a shade, a faintly sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "Ah...so I wasn't dreamin'..."

"Vander," she stops slicing a stale but still good loaf of bread for toast to turn to him, placing one hand on his cheek to force him to look at her, "Is everythin' alright? You were talkin' about how you'd lost me, then all but begged to make love to me. What's goin' on?"

Here his expression hardens and he exhales loudly, taking her hand and after a moment using it to envelop her in a hug, "It's stupid, prob'ly, but I had an awful nightmare...the kind where everythin' seems normal 'cept somethin's very wrong..." his arms tighten around her, face pressed into the top of her head, "...ya died. So when I started to wake up I had to know if it was real."

She sighs, nuzzling into his shoulder and inhaling his musky, ever-slightly smokey scent, "It's not stupid. I'm here...and I'm not plannin' on goin' anywhere."

They step apart after another minute of quietly appreciating each other's presence and the solid warmth of their embrace, no less intimate than the night's much more erotic act in it's own way. Leaning up on her toes, Rosemary rests her hands on the sides of his face to pull him in for a gentle, reassuring kiss and he hums out a short chuckle, little more than a rumble in his chest. Going back to readying for the day, Rosemary looks at him as he slings a rag over his shoulder in a familiar gesture as he prepares to wash up some dishes left in the sink.

"Sorry love. You're stuck with me." she teases, and he shoots her a sideways smirk.

"Lil' pest."

"Cow-hey!"

She laughs as he deftly flicks the rag from his broad shoulder to lightly slap her with it, threatening to wipe her greasy hands on his shirt next time he swung by her shop.

And thus the blissful little world they'd built continued to spin for just a little longer.

@archerofthemists @immortalbumblebee @barbersjoy @band--psycho @vander-affectionate @kirahhhh

[pizzaloops]

Just wanted to apologise for the current silence gwahahah we DO see your asks and you have many and they are all good and smart and lovely and i want to answer them all so so much GWAHAHAH i've just been a little busy but !! i'll answer them as soon as I can <3

In the meantime? have a bonus Pizzahead drawing

[brella-boi]

Secrets Funfair (Act 3-1) - part 1

We resume the tale....

Act 2 part 8 | Act 3[1] part 1 | Act 3[1] part 2

[abd-appleboxdog]

I would like to share my process of making an OC for my Webcomic i will make

I liked this lyric sang by Hopsin in the song Skreem! By insane clown posse, and because my story is based off aliens, I decided to make it into a character or something.

I decided to make it a music artist boy who dates a weird alien but still loves her obviously. These were the first drawings

I wanted to make her human since they’re on earth and it’s very noticeable to have something like that around you. I made her sort of an airhead who likes to eat

I decided to go into depth with their stories and give them names, also assigning them a color. Sebastian is a trans man who lives alone after he got kicked out of his parents place. He met Oona a couple years after she came to earth and they started to date. Even after she told him she was an alien, he still loved her. He makes music in his room online and she cooks for people. She loves food because her world doesn’t exactly have it.

And then I colored them in and figured out a way how to add them to my story.

I am also realizing his eyebrows are very thin there. Sorry.