#Limble

[phantomeros]

creepy girls youre just my style

[tatonslice]

sick tricks, fairy festival!

[trespeak]

tre and he's the same but he's 28 so he's not

[yaboisoph]

I would like to finish this at somepoint but life is Busy and I haven't been doing as much art character concept for a DnD Tabaxi bard stuck in my head that I had to get out.

His name is Wrinkles Of The Skin and everyone thinks it's because he's wrinkly, but no, it's because he's a silly little jester and he likes it when people laugh and get smile lines.

[firebuug]

THIS DOESNT GO FOR MY MUTUALS

i wish I could get hyperspecific with my blacklist (full on if: ; then: functionality) so I could just block the limbus tag unless it has to do with greg and/or rodya

[moongoopy]

no way out

cont: reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

c/w: reader has anxiety and depression, dubcon, reader getting kidnapped, yandere characters, reader is an artist, death (not reader or the duo), dark content, family problems, blood, reader constantly relapses from self harm, manipulation, harassment (not from duo)

a/n: damn thats crazy. funny how i end it almost the same like my other scenario lolololol, reqs open!

c: geto x reader x gojo

it was the last year of college and it was like you slaved away at your school work that it was numbing to even do your hobbies.

the light in you was dying that your heart should've stopped years ago.

no parties can save you.

you threw away the invitation for the college party, everything was blur to you. too much responsibility on your shoulders and no shoulder to cry on, your roommate no less too busy with his own life to go fuck himself over some girl he broke up with and you slip away everytime you were close to talking to him. he wouldn't listen anyways, head too busy in the clouds as he loses himself again.

the miscalls from your family didn't bother you anymore, it was aggravating to text them back everytime they remembered you so you pretend such a nuisance doesn't exist until it's too late.

"atleast pretend to care"

you told yourself in the mirror, eye twitching from your toothbrush that fall at your feet when your hand collided with the sink. you were worse for wear, eyebags getting darker as you thumbed through social media and letting a few minutes pass before picking up the brush.

instead of calling back, you left a long line of texts with another brand new line of excuses to shut them up with a bunch of emojis for some normalcy. you cleaned up the brush before applying another line of toothpaste onto it and slumped, remembering how money was also running low. thankfully, you didn't share money with your roommate or anything but inflation was upon us.

no way you wanted to ask from your family. they fared well but it was like a hit list on how much you'd ask them and that when you get back home, they'll use it against you and scream in your face while you're strung up limbly like a doll by not responding at all. a response is asking for a fight, no response is to defuse their thoughts by letting them pile ontop of you until they move onto another thing to complain about.

you nearly choke at the taste of blood and pulled away from your toothbrush, red coated your tongue and the gums of your teeth before they quickly get washed off including your grimy face.

another shower may do you good before you worry more about other things. should it be saving up more money or that you haven't come to work for two days now?

oh, this is killing you, why couldn't you just turn the cutter towards your neck? you'd sob so loudly when the blood on your thighs washes over and the cuts burn and twist your skin in and out that you desperately grabbed onto the shower walls. staring down at your scars that barely heal, you made sure to pick pants that wouldn't bother your battered skin. your mind lingers again, the pressure of the water against your head calmer than the caress of your mother's hand combing through your hair.

how did it went downhill in your life?

the folks here were seperated into systems of the typical tropes of college but you weren't treated that badly. there were stares and badmouthing but it never harmed you. so college wasn't the problem.

or maybe it was the relative that passed where you bawled so hard over? yet, you'd never really known them, having correlations towards your passion and attitude only. seemingly called a reflection of them by your other family members but the memory of said late relative lingers in your head sometimes like the wax that's left after the flames took it out but it can only be reshaped if you want to.

but you never pried into the past of that relative so it couldn't be.

you lost yourself way before the impending family problems and countless homeworks you had that the addicting press off the cutter felt more like home than home ever was.

no, dont go back there, it wont help.

drying yourself off, you decided you should atleast take the night shift. clothes tossed on, you couldn't slump around this time. you had something due in a week so maybe work was better to focus on at the moment. passing your roommate's room, you nearly stumbled out the door. night was fast aporoaching this time, it made you ill. the sun or the moon was something you could tell apart from the slow days that passed, without it was living like you're dying.

you took the shortcut, a creepy alleyway but if you were quick; you didn't have to deal with any drunkards and steadily walked. you clutched your earphones in your hand as you tried to listem for any noise that can ruin the night and jumped back to somebody that reached out for you.

"hey there..!"

the man drawled, oh god.

he was drunk or rather high with how hard he was clutching something in his hands but nonetheless it creeped you out, you walked hurriedly away from him.

it was amazing on how stupidly quick he was. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and drool smearing his lips as he pursues you. your sling bag slipped from your arm which was held tight incase you needed to hit him.

the road down was getting slippery just a bit near to the cornerstore where you worked at, you could dissappear through the backdoor incase he gave chase. or was that a bad choice? he'd know where you work at if he remembered a part of you. thats why you didnt want to yell back incase he recognizes it if he scuttles into your work place and do god knows what there. not a lot of people were around at the hours you work at too.

tears spilled from your eyes, you always were the fearful type. thats why you havent died, just the thought of dying was perfect for you but never the action. you could die in this situation, what if he had a knife. you didnt want that. such an unflattering way to die by some weirdo whose name will be forgotteen after a few days of town talk.

you wanted to die but not this, no!

you swerved the corner and you heard the man gasp.. or choke?

you turned back immediately and another man was holding him by the throat, slamming him back on the graffitied wall with a dangerous glare towards the creep.

"get the fuck out of here!" was enough for the man to whimper and cry, running away back to the alleyway and his footsteps faded away slowly but if you just listen a little closer, he was really running for his life in his drunken stupor.

the stranger's fist was a bit bloody, you didnt know where he had hit himself, hell was that even his blood?

"shit, thank you.."

you exhaled sharply, you had held your breath so long eversince you had turned around. your heart beating so fast to what you thought was gonna happen if the creep caught up with you. this white haired stranger smiled widely, a bit too wide for almost beating up a man and walked towards you.

"you okay? theres been a lot more creeps lately. that must've shaken you up, do you need..?"

he opens his arms up to which you shifted akwardly, hand on your arm. should you? he saved your life and you haven't hugged anybody for a while. hell, you needed something to stop your panic and nearly fell right into his arms. he chuckled, rubbing your back in comfort as he fumbles with something in his bag in the other hand.

"where were you headed? i'll take you there. who know what other weirdos are out here."

you nodded slowly, feeling more at ease when both of his arms wrap around you. you wanted to stay in his chest for a while, scent so nice to inhale but you pulled away swiftly. wow, nearly caught yourself being the creep, this was revolting. you haven't felt affection in the longest time that some stranger's arms were what stabilize you, it was almost embarassing. you might as well ask him to bed you with how you nearly nuzzled into him.

you turned around and he slipped his fingers between yours which was a bit peculiar.

he laughed boyishly, putting his hands up defensively.

"sorry, its just instict. im worried about you!"

looking at him again, he was very pretty. such nice lashes fluttering at you as he utters his words and you shook your head almost mechanically. you dont get a lot of nice strangers like this often, it nearly made you feel too relaxed. it was fine, he probably goes through this with other people that walk alone at night and get disturbed by whatever.

"i'm kinda late now to my work.. but its fine, can you back me up?" he did a thumbs up before walking with you, finally turning the corner and seeing the signboard of the convenient shop lit up. you looked up at him, wanting to thank him again before one of his arms slip behind your waist and your vision becomes blurry.

a car drove past, stopping beside the two.

your limbs felt heavy and you started seeing black and he held you close.

"don't worry, i'll do more than back you up."

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this was warm. it felt too warm like a mother's womb. or was that a strange way to describe this feeling? maybe it was more thicker than the blankets you had back at your home or maybe it wasn't your blankets at all?

you woke up in a sweat, head aching with great pain as you let your eyes adjust to the dark.

what was going on?

why was the stranger that helped you was here? legs held to his chest as he watches a movie while another stranger combs through your hair and he was so close, you'd nearly scream. chains rattle and your feet feels so cold. you were so disoriented that whatever noise you managed out of you made the stranger from earlier made him whip his head back.

"it's okay, y/n. we'll explain."

he moved so quick that he was right next to you, gripping your chin so suddenly which made you back up. he held onto you by your clothes and it made the fabric stretch, these weren't your clothes either. just what the fuck was going on?! you screeched, tearing away from him and it made the other stranger hold onto the other's wrist.

"satoru, don't act like a hooligan. you're scaring them"

the one named 'satoru' backed off, chuckling and putting his hands up defensively like how he did before except the look in his eyes were so much more carnal than ever before.

"cmon, its natural to get excited to have your plan work out. on such a random night and way more early than your intended timing, suguru?"

it was like a challenge for 'suguru' to bite back but he couldn't care less and looked back at you. it was eerie. his eyes a swirl of purple and such an illusion had you staring back into them which gave him a chance to touch you even more where he adjusted your clothes and patting them back to how it originally look.

"how'd you feel, darling? i'll explain, we three go to same college, remember us?"

you only had to a bunch of people remembered in your head that anymore than that, you dont bother to remember but their names were farmiliar. people do talk about them all the time so would you shake your head or nod? nonetheless, satoru butts in and thumbs your lips.

"so? speak up, your voice's too pretty to just nod as a response~"

you pulled away, a rush of tears rolling down your face at the realisation of how messed up this situation was. two men in this cold room. you were kidnapped. you didn't know whether to scream or bite back when they started cooing and wiping at your tears. it felt so insulting when they talked like you weren't there, you wanted to quale with anger but your eyes snap back to the shackles on your feet. they notice that you knew, suguru shoves his finger onto satoru's lips before he said something else that could trigger you.

"well, sweetheart. i know all of this can be scary but none of this is to hurt you-"

"how the hell, what the hell do you mean by that? you kidnap me to just look at me, is that what you're telling me!?"

that came out in one breath that you paused, your sobbing stop a bit. this was bad. oh no, you weren't rational. well, you were never rational but in this situation with two strangers from college, they could easily chuck you in a body bag and call it a day. your sniffling gets louder when suguru pressed his thumb into your cheek and turned your head towards him.

his expression was almost indescribable. was he angry? was he amused? was he planning things? this was making you dizzy. they might talk about killing your right here right now too as they had no shame to cover up their plans of kidnapping you. but a small huff was let out from his lips as he held your face so tenderly.

"i know, this situation cam be scary but we've seen you around college. your artwork is just astounding and we wanted to go look for you, such an artist should hear our praise from us and yet you were nowhere to be found." satoru's brows quirked up when your eyes started gleaming a bit but blinking fast to try to hide some care into his words.

"when we found out how you've been so down in your mental issues, it saddens us. your teachers told us how you looked deeply affected by them. that you've been so lonely.." your chest starts heaving when he got so close to your face and your feet kicked the floor to slip away from him only for satoru to hold you from behind.

"we decided to keep you here as our little darling."

you blinked up, eyes twitching.

so they only saw you as entertainment that you were about to push them away from you and spit at them until satoru held your hand and kissed it, taking in your scent.

"sure, its the most foul thing to ever be called by us but we promise you're gonna enjoy it here!"

his arm slips from behind your neck and pulled you close to your chest, snickering when you tried to get away from him. his lips inch close to your ear and he whispers.

"we want to make you feel much better, away from everything you're experiencing and we want to talk about your passion too. wouldn't you like that? we'll provide it all for you. just say the word~"

your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the tears you squeezed out painfully. this had to be a joke. what was even going on anymore? your life had to be an absolute joke, you should've joined that one relative in death too.

but a life with them where your problems are almost nonexistent was just peaceful, did you died to get into this position. your crying had calmed down again. you looked up at them in worry, were they really telling the truth? a kiss was pressed softly on the forehead by suguru and his smile reached his eyes with such tenderness.

"you need time to process this, you can go back to sleep and think about it when you wake up.."

"orrrr enjoy your favourite!"

satoru popped open a bag from the restaurant you liked to go to but haven't in a while and the smell was just strong enough to taste it. your eyes linger to a pillow suguru held out for you and you'd nearly keel over. it was your pillow from your dorm and it made your head swirl in confusion.

just who are these two? why do they know so much when they heard you through passing? there was so much questions that they shut down with a kiss and slot their bodies right next to you.

but one thing was certain, you're not getting out of this soon.

[jonathankai]

When Nie Huaisang was a kid, he used to have really round squishy cheeks, so Nie Mingjue used to pinch them lovingly all the time. Since this "lovingly" was by Mingjue's standarts, Huasang's body had to adapt to protect itself and over the years he developed very thick skin on his face and a good layer of protective fat. His tolerance toward rough treatment has grown so high that by the time they were adults Mingjue could pinch his cheek, lift him up and carry him around like a kitten. And Huaisang developed kitten reflexes too: he would draw in his limbls and freeze until put back on the ground.

Here's a little doodle to indicate what I'm talking about:

[anantaru]

js had this thought, imagine capitano but in his delusion form fucking you man. the thought of it js makes me lose my mind like imagine how huge that shit would be bro

cw. monster[fu]cking, fem! reader + since we don't know how his delusion form would look like, I decided to describe it in my own way (and added horns because I'm a sucker for those).

as a man with an already remarkable size as capitano had ordinarily, his delusion form left no space for any imagination.

he was vast and enormous but there was more than that, a lot more.

drawn with two massive horns that were spiking out of his head, he seemed ethereal and every touch, every lick of his tongue or kiss with his lips was warm, burning and stiffening your muscles.

though his eyes held nothing more than an unilluminated darkness gently fading over his entire irises.

the lust that was consuming him would also mirror his touch on you, more than enough for his breathing alone to fill the room with a heated coil, his stomach glowing with the light amount of sweat embedded over them.

aside from this, you weren't sure how long you'd be able to keep your legs spread like this, after all, he was beckoning you to split them further, please, a little more, just enough so he could drag a couple more inches into you.

your noises might‘ve been his most dearest, how you assured him that yes, "it‘s too much." but no, "don‘t stop." and archons, how easy your words were falling into one another, your cries and whimpers, your tears showing him that it indeed felt amazing, so fucking good it had your state of mind turn into a current of hazy, filthy thoughts.

the next thing you noticed was how heavy it felt inside, how limb you already had gotten or the state your body was currently in, the constant shaking over your muscles to fight the overstimulation or how involuntarily you tightened around him, limbly clasping your weak legs around his broad body.

it wasn't an easy task to keep him in, to gain control over your bracing muscles on your heat, as well as tempering yourself to let the reasonable amount of pain fleet away.

the outrage in it, or how capitano seemed— like he was about to pass out from how hard his cock was, how the rushing blood in it further amplified his helpless state, how feral and absurd to have himself this vulnerable in front of your eyes, for you to see and indulge in.

you're reduced to nothing but trembling as he gently worked his cock head back and forth your hole, his red, swollen tip violently splattering his seed across your pussy.

even though it was merely his pre, it had you drenched and flodded with his warm cum— as you were thinking just how his real load would stuff you full if capitano would keep going like this.

you're trying to be open for him, though failing and he realized, of course he did.

it's how you were turning tighter, or maybe it was him getting bigger, even so, capitano pulled one of his large hands down to your throbbing cunt to place a finger on top of your clit, greedily pushing past the flesh to reach the sensitive jolts.

your hips moved up at the sensing, further when he increasingly rubbed you, ferociously patting and pinching your little clit while he simultaneously drove himself an inch more, so that he was now almost half way in, recognizing your warm walls swallowing him more and more.

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

[limblessdudes]

the limbles shopping experience

[derwahreloco]

limbles sisters

"Yes both of us graduated from Daruma Academy recently."

[phantomeros]

tentacle house EGO for yuriko

[lonelychicago]

inspiration saturday! 💍

tagged by the lovelies @thewolvesof1998 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks 💗

this is from a prompt i got in anon and that i miiiiight post tonight.

the prompt is "don't panic but i think we might have accidentally gotten married..."

and here's a snippet

"What did you just say?"

Buck swallows thickly and reaches for the marriage certificate, passing it to Eddie.

"Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married." He lets out a breath, bracing himself for the worst case scenario. Don't panic, he says, which is rich coming from Buck since he feels like all he'll be able to do for the foreseeable future is panic.

Eddie doesn’t react, which is kinda great and definitely something Buck can work with, but he’s also honestly a little worried Eddie went catatonic. “Married?” Eddie repeats, in a hollow voice.

“I’ve got a ring. You’ve got a ring–” Buck says, almost hysterical. This is the first hangover where he can say more than a few words without immediately going back to sleep but he guesses being married to his best friend is the best cure for the hangover.

“This is not a ring. It’s–" Eddie frowns, blinking slowly.

The guy is pale as a ghost and he might throw up all over the sheets and on Buck and neither of them is taking the hangover and married thing very well, now that he thinks about it.

“A plastic twist tie, I know. So is mine. But I kind of remember a shotgun priest and some vows and I think you kissed my jaw and told me I was your wife.” He nods to the piece of paper being held limbly in Eddie's hands. “Also, you know. Marriage certificate.”

tagging: @buddierights @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @buck2eddie @diazblunt @athenagranted @giddyupbuck @bigfootsmom @heartshapedvows @prettyboybuckley @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @transbuck @911onabc @jesuisici33 @wildlife4life @bekkachaos @alyxmastershipper and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

[trespeak]

gpoyw

[moximous-kay]

I’m apparently in charge of posting the Limble stuff to tumblr now so here’s more.

Group project featuring me @estellarva as Rodya and Ryoshu and once again featuring our friend Grey as Heathcliff.

[riskyraiker]

Thank you whoever did this request!

Royal male!reader part II

Saving optimus and his aft!

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The day started calmly with the other bots, but Y/N had a feeling that something would happen.

It didn't feel that awful as sometimes. Nothing has happened yet so we should be fine. Right? Well Optimus just left to a recon mission. The feeling got stronger and 20 minutes later Y/N heard Ratchet yelling through the commlink. "Ratchet? What is going on?" Ratchet didn't spare a glance at you. "Optimus ran into Megatron. Gladly in a abandoned fie- Optimus! By the all spark what is going on?" He didn't answer... Something happened. "Ratchet open the groundbridge!" Few seconds later you're running through already.

The scene was spark stopping. Optimus lying on the ground almost unconscious, Megatron with his pede on Optimus to hold him down. "This shall be the day you fall, Optimus!" He will not die as long as I live. Running towards them both you push megatron away, hit him in the faceplate and give him a nice kick optimus taught you. "Megatron, I had enough with you and this destruction you've caused!" You punched one last time hard as you can and it sent Megatron flying limbly and falling hard onto the ground. "Y/n, you're not supposed to be here.." Turning around you saw optimus still on the ground, trying to get up. "I won't leave anyone to die. You should know that, Optimus. It's my responsibility." I helped optimus back up and was about to comm Ratchet for a groundbridge, until Megatron stood up. He growled angrily, apparently he doesn't like you that much. "So, the prince of Cybertron sided with the autobots. And dares to fight me!? The gladiator who rose from the pits of Kaon!" He took out his sword and started to run at both of us. "Ratchet, groundbridge is needed. Now! Optimus you're hurt, fall back! I'll distract Megatron" Blocking Megatrons attack you make sure Optimus gets back to base safely. No words were spoke until Megatron broke it. "Pathetic, protecting the loser team never helps you, or anyone. Even as a prince you're not able to do anything to stop me." Does he ever shut up?! You do a roundhouse kick and take a step back. "I'm helping bots who want peace in out world. You're the opposite. And yes, I might not be able to stop you as a prince. I'm still able to beat you as a king of Cybertron!" One last punch was thrown and Megatron apparently had enough. He transformed and flew away.

Optimus still stood there, a groundbridge forming behind him. "Let's go get you patched up, optimus. You're hurt" Taking his arm you put it over your shoulder and hold his side with you're other hand. Both of you walking through the groundbridge, only to find everyone waiting patiently. "By the all spark!" Ratchet ran to Optimus and checking his wounds. Both of us walk to the medbay and you set Optimus down. "Whoa, what happened!?" Miko yelled from the couch. "A battle with Megatron, but I would not be here without Y/N's assistance." Everyone looked at you now. "Primus.. I just did what I had to do. A royalty doesn't betray their bots?"

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AN: Oh my gosh! I wrote this during school so I apologize if there's any mistakes! Hope you like it!!! Have a good day and take care!

[amphiptere-art]

In arcade project; how strong are dca model face plates? Totally unrelated how strong would a dca model's punch be if pissed off?

Hummm. I would say they're probably as strong as any other animatronic casing. Enough to definitely break under enough pressure but stand a standard human kick. Animatronic punch strength? (Looks back at the absolutely ripped up Bonnie in the back of Bonnie bowl.) Ummm. I would definitely say it would be as if a human we're fighting a superhuman from Halo. I think an animatronic could easily break your arm. Against another animatronic I feel like it might take a bit more pressure. Maybe more equal depending on the model. DCAs are limble but given that moon can pry Freddy apart just to get to Gregory I would say It's probably equal strength to any other animatronic. If they have claws maybe they could do something Monty level. General consensus is that animatronics will be strong because animatronics are fucking strong.