#OM NOM NOM NOM <- I AM EATING IT

[fix-me-sixteen]

how dare you forget to post this

There’s a possibility I forgot to post this. Um.

[cconfusedkat]

HEY

Guess who I just finished, dunno how I feel about the leaf on her head, I wanna make it a lil longer maybe cause it looks a bit weird to me but I love it so far, I present

Gaia

She wears a matching scarf with Sprout

AHHHHGH WHAT I LOVE HER.... 🥹🥹🥹 the colors are so so smart too ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹☹️☹️

I think the leaves look fine :o but also itd add that silhouette + contrast of sprout's shorter leaves as a regular toon- honestly id actualy encourage making her leaves longer >:-D they could be shorter in her twisted form, like how sprout's leaves are longer in his twisted form!

[codecicle-archive]

Good morning, "tumblr user ashton swagaythor" was a 24 month (3 month over summer break) sociological study conducted by Harvard University (my dumbass). We are now completed with our study (school for me goes back in session today I'm driving there now). Thank you for your time (wish me luck!! ^_^)

[im-very-sorry]

cimamin breab

[poltergeist-coffee]

*YAWN* good morning *stretches and looks out the window* why is it dark outside 😀

SHIT SHIT I LEFT THE STOVE ON EVERYTHINGS ON FIRE OH GOD MY COOKING!!!

I guess you can have the charred remains 😓

when phil first found the book he just thought it was just some random mythology book and completely forgot about it until he met forever, after which he went to look for the book to learn more about mermaids and maybe how to befriend them. he only glanced over the page about transformations

the book goes completely forgotten until forever confeses to him about the swallowing of the scale. later that night he goes searching through the books again and finds what he was looking for. he goes through the whole chapter about transformations hoping to see if there are any alternatives but all he finds are things he already knows. until the last page

at first there is hope that maybe this will be different, that maybe this is the solution. that hope dies quickly as he continues. even if some memories would stay intact there would be gaps that he knows forever would always be trying to fill, and phil could never ask forever to leave what he loves, his pod, his family, the sea, his life, behind

what's worse is that he knows forever would take it. he knows forever would take the deal if he were to ask. forever loves to a fault, to the point of leaving his life behind if it meant it would make phil happy. his darling forever wouldn't even think about the consequences until he was half way through the vial

and maybe it was selfish, perhaps even cruel to make the decision for him but he knew, phil knew he could never tell forever about this

tears rolled down his cheeks.

"just incase" he says while collecting his own tears. he prays to his goddess that they will never have to be used

-*scratches neck* honk shooed a little too close to the sun 🪶

[the-faultofdaedalus]

madoka,,,,,, good

[restalec]

I can't believe it took me this long to see the of a dilf turtle monster bonding with the green bean plumber man

junior be like: 🏳️‍🌈?

[achromatophoric]

Enid: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a strawberry ice cream mochi...

Bianca: Lemme guess, you’d eat yourself?

Enid: Om nom nom. No questions asked.

Bianca: *snorts* That checks out. How about you, Addams?

Wednesday: I’d allow Enid to devour me—

Bianca: *eye roll* Of course you would.

Wednesday: —like she does most mornings.

Bianca:

Enid: *makes a growling noise and winks at Wednesday*

Wednesday: *moves closer to Enid* Mi lobita, are you perhaps experiencing a craving for strawberry mochi?

Enid: *closes distance* Now that you mention, I could go down for something soft and sweet.

Wednesday: Then who am I to deny—

Bianca: HEY! NOT👏IN👏MY👏ROOM👏!

Enid/Wednesday: 😳😒

Bianca: 🫵😡

Bianca: 🚪👈😡

🤭😒〰️🚪🖕😡

[henry4wenry]

if my elementary school experience taught me anything, all paper is edible.

Neurodivergent Artist advice, draw your ocs on edible papers so you can literally eat them

[sillydandelion]

Fluffy rafa morning fic bc i love him so so much <33. inspired by my last Qrt bc yes! Also I am NOT a writer, I do not write like almost ever so pls have mercy thanks!!!

Pairing: Reader x Rafayel

It was a Sunday- basically the day of sleeping in. Luckily for you, Rafayel had other plans.

It was early, the sun was rising, and you were looking forward to cuddling with your silly fishie beloved. Sadly, you could see that he was indeed not next to you, probably on another one of his creative endeavors- it appears his inspiration struck early. You close your eyes again.

A few minutes or hours passed, you couldn't tell, but you suddenly feel a tilt in the mattress next to you. Too tired and groggy to react, you just closed your eyes again and pretended to be asleep. You swallow.

She drapes over you softly, his lips brushing against your ear.

"You swallowed. People don't swallow when they're asleep"

He murmurs softly, and you could feel him smiling. You don't react however, still pretending to sleep. You aren't a morning person, what's wrong with that!

"You know, there's a monster that eats children who get out of bed late"

He whispers again, this time, his nose was nuzzling into the side of your face, wanting to press a soft, tender kiss on your cheek. Or so you thought.

"Om nom nom nom!"

Instead, his mouth opened and was now nipping and biting your cheek instead. Startled, you squeaked and shoved him away, your shoulder brushing your cheek to clean off his dumb fish saliva.

"Ugh! Rafa, what's wrong with you!" You murmur groggily, face scrunched up as you pat the spot he bit. You finally open your eyes, slightly squinting from the light coming from the windows. Immediately you see him, chuckling to himself.

"Ah, so you're awake. I warned you about the monster." He coos, his eyes filled with playfulness and mischief, moving forward to remove your hand and kiss the spot instead, a quiet apology.

"First of all, I'm not a kid, second of all, there was no need for that!" You slaps his shoulder playfully. Curse his pretty face and pretty smile, it was contagious- and his smiled widened at seeing you join in.

"Ouch! Have mercy on me for waking you up!"

He whines dramatically, his face further nuzzling into yours, peppering your face with soft kisses- like he always did in the morning. Your forehead, your eyebrows, the corners of your eyes, your beauty marks... the list goes on. Point is; he never misses a spot. You couldn't help but melt.

A content sigh escapes your mouth as he showers you with affections, still too tired to do anything about it- not that you'd push him away, you enjoyed these moments more than words could ever express. But you were still half asleep.

"Still sleepy, beautiful?" He whispers against your skin. The way he always called you beautiful never failed to make your heart skip a beat- he sounded so genuine it made your heart hurt.

You hum in agreement, arms wrapping around him as you pull him down onto you. Early mornings made you cuddly.

"It's okay. We can cuddle alll day long"

[the-vagabond-angel]

Sum doodles from work of a few of my fave trials ocs that I’m always seeing in the tag I AM EATING THEM OM NOM NOM CHEWS ON THEM ALL AGGRESSIVELY there goes my baaaabbyyyy oooo girllll slides over to all of them

@queenofthepunks

@reebwood

@wendigoruble

@coyle-and-co

@crispy-dib (my pookie wookie bookie bear 😽😽😽)

[salternateunreality2]

Ok but imagine this: Sephiroth gets so excited about his puppet that he just drags him around everywhere to do friend things, parent-child things, sibling things...

Sephiroth: Mother! Make Cloud buy me a large cloud of pink and blue candy! I CRAVE IT, MOTHER!

Jenova: Sephiroth...planet, eat the PLANET!

Sephiroth: CLOUD OF CANDY FIRST!

Jenova: You could make him do it.

Cloud: *drooling, zombie eyes*

Sephiroth: That is not the point and you know it, I am begging my parent for a treat and you must give it to me or I swear I shall throw a...what is the word again? TANTRUM, I shall throw a TANTRUM.

Jenova: FINE.

Cloud: *jolts over to the vendor* Give candy or I eat your liver.

Sephiroth: Mother, you must pay. He has coins in his hand.

Jenova: HMPH.

Cloud: hrrrrrrggghhh *slaps 100 gil on the counter*

Vendor: 👀 🍭

Cloud: *snatches it and lurches back*

Sephiroth: Mother, pat my head.

Cloud: *slaps him with the cotton candy*

Sephiroth: ...Acceptable. OM NOM NOM. Thank you Mommy! *holds Cloud's hand and giggles*

Vendor: ...what in the fuck *flees*

He just so happy to have he mommy.

[warriorcatnamedbugbear]

THE BABIES!!!!!

Cloudtail & Brightheart!

Ive had these guys in the drafts for a while so I am freeing them during ROC's hiatus!

[npdzane]

Tiny lil headcanon that cole gets guilty over his favorite foods and he gets food noise. Just hear me out guys.

In the first few seasons (and later ones) theres a running gag that cole LOVES cake and sweets and food and he just loves going nom nom nom om, then later on in i think it was season 9 he was having this whole "my body is a temple i cant eat any sweets i must control myself and be responsible!" thing. I feel like i coild definitely make some kind of angst with that..

Also bonus i feel like Zane also has alot of knowledge abt nutrition and stuff so hes just constantly telling Cole that he just "needs to have balance" and stuff like that. Like hes just trying to make sure Cole doesnt feel bad about eating.

Is this weird do i sound like im reaching i feel like i am. Save me cole OFSED/EDNOS headcanon save me.

[pillowspace]

Okay. Okay here's a time loop thought

Y/N realizing that acting like they know everything causes more distance. That's not good. So they play dumb one loop, just to see what happens. They let slip they know a little. Just a little. And maybe it's something big, like dodging Moon that first time, or something little, like a kid not liking a specific texture.

This might?? Intrigue the DCA more. Because it's clear they know stuff, but they're hiding it. Why? What's the reason?

Y/N messing up at some point and the dca realizing that they knew everything the whole time. Confused as to how they knew so much, but also probably hurt.

The next loop, they're better at balancing it. Closer to figuring out how to fix it, perhaps.

Except they're making slow progress. It's hard to stay motivated. They've decided every couple loops they'll slow down. Take a break, perhaps ? Because they know everything they can know about the DCA, and the kids, there's not much to pursue. It's just figuring out what causes the loops.

One loop, they figure out that it's a virus. It takes several more to learn how to work software. And then there's trying to help get rid of it.

Time after time they get so CLOSE. But fail in the end. Yet they don't lose hope. It's almost manic, after a while. How hard they have to pretend. How good they are at it. Every time they get faster, better at building the solution. And yet the end is just out of reach by something or another. I don't think they'd ever give up, though. They want this loop to end. And they desperately want to save Sun and Moon.

No I didn't get inspo from Homura wdym.

AAAAAAAAA I LOVE ALL OF THATTT YESSSSS

Y/N, the day before going into work: haha, I don't know anything about software. It's okay though!

Y/N, the very next day ...?: I am the master of code. I see variables in everything

I am eating up your words om nom nom

[admin-cock-creations]

Date a Merc: Chapter 8

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Pairing: Heavy / Reader Summary: Date a Heavy that begs you to sit on his face. The Heavy that spends so long eating you out you worry his tongue will go numb but don’t say anything because it feels so good, The Heavy that wraps his hands around your thighs and buries his face so deep in your loins it seems he may suffocate but the steady rhythm of his mouth tells you otherwise. Date the Heavy that makes you giggle at the soft ‘om nom nom’ noises he makes as he goes down on you. Warnings: (18+) Sexual Content

“Are you certain, Misha?”

It wasn’t often you said those words to the mountain of a man. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you asked him that question. Heavy weapons guy was a man that was certain about most everything he did, but something about this particular scenario had you questioning that certainty.

He’d been asking – no, begging – you all week to get into this situation. What situation? To get you where you were currently: straddling his broad chest, his hands holding your thighs and thumbs patiently but eagerly caressing your bare skin as he waited for you to mount his face. Yes. The mercenary had been begging you all week to sit on his face so that he could devour you like a high-class meal.

Your lover smiled gently, albeit rolling his eyes a little and chuckling at your repeated question, but nodded firmly.

“Да, любовь моя. I am certain. You have nothing to worry about. Just let me please you, this evening.”

He was such a careful and caring lover, always wanting to take care of you above his own needs, no matter how primal or desperate, and tonight seemed to only serve that which you already knew. Despite his reassurance, you still hesitated in moving from your spot upon his chest, shifting a little as you purse your lips.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want this – quite the opposite, actually, with how wet you were growing below the belt – it was moreso the fact that you were a little self conscious of your own size. Face-sitting had definitely been on your bucket list of wants since you became sexually active, but every partner before Misha had ether been totally opposed to the concept or unwilling to have your full weight resting on their head. Thusly, those previous experiences had instilled your own sense of uncertainty towards this particular sexual adventure.

You’d never told your current lover about that part of your past, but he had always been the kind of man to read you like a book, so it became quickly clear that he was picking up on your anxious energy. His brows furrowed a little, giving a gentle squeeze to your thighs as he spoke up.

“Are you certain?”

Caring and careless, just as he always was, he turned your question back onto you. Intentionally or not, it pulls you out of your own thoughts and anxieties, focusing on Misha and settling back into the seduction of the moment. His sincere gaze sent your heart aflutter, reigniting the fire in your loins with a new, warmer spark that made you shiver with a shuddery gasp. The worries of the past were suddenly flying away. There was nothing to worry about here, this was a safe space, with someone you trusted and loved fully and wholly.

“Yes,” you replied simply, in turn.

Finally, you moved to accept your throne upon the large man’s face. Knees planted squarely on either side of his head, thighs already tingling wonderfully from the scrape of his facial hair, you hovered for a moment with gentle breaths, looking at one another with desire and interest sparkling in your gazes. But it seemed Heavy had enough of the ‘foreplay’ as his grip on your thighs tightened, firmly pulling you down until your full weight landed upon his face with a delighted, muffled groan that had you gasping in turn.

The man’s tongue was broad, voracious, and unwavering. It curled and rolled and swiped at every crevice and fold, hunting down each and every last drop of the essence that was wholly and purely you . Heavy ate you out like a man devout, and all you could do was croon and hold on to his headboard like your life depended on it.

For a while, all you could focus on was the intense, unfathomable pleasure that had a grip on every fiber of your being, but slowly you came into more clarity, feeling and listening to how your lover worked between your thighs. His head nodded with each swipe of his tongue, as if trying to get every possible inch of you. Each time your thighs gave a stronger quiver, usually accompanied by you crooning his name, it drew a pleased rumble from deep within his chest that only served to bring you more pleasure.

You hadn’t even realized how long he’d been under you until you glanced at the clock on his bedside table, a little rush of alertness soaring through your veins and instinctively making you lift yourself from his face to make sure he was still alright. However, your movements were brought to an abrupt stop by a strong pair of arms and hands. With no hesitation, Misha wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you somehow closer and pulling you right back down to his face, his face pressed so far against you it was a wonder he wasn’t on the brink of suffocating. But his mouth and rhythm were unwavering, strong and steady like he was in all aspects of life, giving you a rather pleasurable form of reassurance that he was more than fine where he was.

Your pleasure was a warm burn, slowly flaring up until orgasm finally sparked at the forefront of your mind. It made you wonder if this was what an out of body experience felt like, or if it was the exact opposite end of the spectrum and you were so innately aware of every little feeling in your body that you couldn’t comprehend it. Either way, what wondrous bliss.

Hunching over and panting, you gave a series of rapid pats to Heavy’s shoulder, alerting him to your oncoming orgasm along with your breathless cry of, “... close.”

But, oh, did that stop your partner? Not in the slightest. If anything, that only doubled his already immense vigor. Lecherous slurps and groans rumbled between your legs, and despite it being muffled, you could hear the man’s signature ‘om nom nom’.

Caught in the throes of incredible pleasure and ticklish delights at the sounds Misha made, you rode your intense tsunami of pleasure with a laugh in your throat, tears in the corners of your eyes, and insurmountable shivers racking your body. From between your thighs, heavy sighed with delight, sending little aftershocks through your core as he lapped up your mess nearly to the point of over-stimulation, only stopping when you started to whine uncomfortably.

Slowly, carefully, he sat upright, guiding you to lay back across his lower half and onto the bed, soothing his hands along your torso as you came back to clarity.

“H-holy shit…”

That was really all you could utter in the moment, caught up in the sight that was Misha leaned over you with your spend glistening upon his face, neck, and seeping into the collar of his shirt. He took your words and gaze in stride, and smiled with a warm chuckle, wiping his mouth off before leaning down to press a series of light kisses across your face.

“Will I have to beg next time?”

Next time?

Oh, this man was going to be the wonderful death of you.