#and little transparent sticky notes

[bookholichany]

So, Monty and Niko introduced Edwin to colourful sticky notes and glitter pens, right? RIGHT? RIIIIIGHT?

[whoskimii]

omg loved your gojo makeout piece could you please write one for yuuji

thank you baby!! of course, here you go :3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. note that all characters are aged up!! steamy makeout sesh with your bf <33 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji missed you. of course he did. how couldn't he ? between his missions and yours, you both got less time to spend with each other. as much as you hated it.

you knew you had no choice but to follow orders whenever your bubbly teacher would interrupt your little moment of peace to tell you that you had yet another mission. it was honestly tiring.

whenever you had a mission, yuuji had free time. and whenever yuuji had a mission, you had free time. it was like an endless cycle. the circle was just repeating itself, over and over again.

so when you both had free time at the same time, your heart leapt out of joy.

that also explained why you found yourself in your boyfriend's dorm. yuuji was on top of you, his hand buried in your baby pink panties as your pretty manicured fingers tangled in his disheveled strands.

he caressed your needy little clit with the pad of his middle finger as you whined sweetly against his lips. when he pulled his hand out of your underwear, he connected his finger with his thumb and slowly stretched the little sticky string of transparent fluid and watched shamelessly. he couldn't believe just how wet you were.

"shit," he cursed under his breath. "you get like this 'cause of me...? i'm a lucky bastard." he grinned lazily before his lips crashed onto yours. you hummed into the kiss and he smiled, his hand wrapping around your waist while the other grabbed a handful of your ass.

he sighed and rested his forehead against yours. his heart was beating like crazy and his cock was throbbing in his pants. to relieve himself, he began grinding against you. he sneaked a hand around your thigh and hooked it over his hip to pull you impossibly closer. "i need you, yuuji..." you mumbled.

he absolutely loved the way you said his name. it would always roll off your tongue like honey. he didn't care about the circumstances— the way you called out his name, the way you breathed it and moaned it, it would always make him shiver.

"yeah, i know... i know, i need you too, baby..." he breathed. he wished he could just fill you up right there and then but he feared that megumi would complain in the morning. again. poor baby didn't sleep much when you were around :( "i promise, sweet girl... i'll take care of you... wanna stuff you nice and full but we aren't alone..."

at your little disappointed whine, he sighed. his heart almost ached. "i know, baby, i know... s'fine. i'm still gonna take care of you." you bit on your bottom lip as he pressed the tip of his finger against your sloppy entrance. "gotta be quiet, cupcake." he slowly slid his digit inside you, all the while covering your mouth with his hand.

as his finger finally bottomed out, he hummed approvingly. "aaaand... s'all the way in, baby." he pushed it in and out lazily, watching your pretty eyes flutter close. "feels nice, huh ? yeah..." he chuckled. "bet it makes you feel all warm and tingly inside."

as you clenched around his digit, he sighed. he just wished that he could bury himself between your legs right now but if the sleep of his grumpy friend was disturbed, yuuji would never see the end of it.

he hummed. "c'mon, baby. don't take too long, okay ? i wanna get spoiled too." you whined. "yuuji..."

"yeah ? somethin' you wanna say, sweetie ?" he asked cockily. "wanna cum..." you mumbled. "i know." he finally found your sweet spot and it only took you a few other thrusts to come. "aw, you came ? already ? shit, i can't believe it." he slowly pulled out his digit, which was now coated in your sweet essence. "mind if i get a taste, baby ?"

you would never deny him his favorite drink, would you ?

yuuji is such a sweetheart like???

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[skythealmighty]

why am i just now finding out about thisisnotawebsitedotcom i feel a little stupid.. then again i dont have the Book of Bill so maybe im lucky to know about it ???

#rocket talk #gravity falls #miss this show. anyway twink cipher fuckign jumpscared me

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Why Flatland counts as an object show: an essay

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Why Flatland does NOT count as an object show: a rebuttal

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why flatland isnt an object show: its a book + movie you assholes

#this argument is fucking stupid its just flatland

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🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020 asked: Im going to tear apart your circuitboard until its broken irreparably

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lol ok have fun w that 👍

also do u know any recipes for roasted pumpkin seeds the internets failing me rn and im cooking a big dinner for me and my bf

🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020

Oh yeah sure https://www.jessicagavin.com/how-to-roast-pumpkin-seeds/#wprm-recipe-container-35845

🔘 join-my-evil-polycule-deactivated08142020

Wait why am I telling you this go die I hate you

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thx for the help!

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Date of origin: November 3rd, 2021

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~~Welcome to MePhoneX deletes your favs!!~~

I'm mod Xav (the only mod rn - -"), here to cause trauma to your favorite characters :)! PLEASE keep in mind that submissions will take a while to get to, because I have to photoshop out the limbs + background or even completely recreate someone's object if they're transparent!

The background flag is in the header and the X (recreated from an image of MePhoneX) I overlay on top is the profile picture if you want to make your own :) just @ this blog and I'll reblog it!

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NO INANIMATE INSANITY CONTESTANTS. I would like to avoid Apollo's Dodgeball thanks (plus it's insensitive)

No algebralien or algebralien-adjacent characters! I love those guys too I get it but I honestly don't have a good method of 'deleting' them planned. Feel free to do it on your own time though!

If someone asks me to take down a submission with them in it I will do it without questions. This is for a variety of reasons, but I think you get it.

Alright, that's it! Have fun :)

#not xed out #mod xav #pinned post #your fav is #your fave is #mephone #mephonex #inanimate insanity #ii2 finale

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has anyone else wondered why this spaghetti code webbed site can connect across DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? or is that just me

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follow for the same picture of my crab every day!!!!! look at him :D

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anonymous asked: greeny how does it feel to be technically a higher being than most other people on the site

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sir this is a wendys

#i didnt order an existential crisis today :(

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todays liveblog!! B)

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knife and suitcase made it to the finale!! hell yeah so proud of them

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balloons talk with suitcase didnt go so well :/ i hope they can get some alone time without anyone else so they can like talk properly next time

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mepad???

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oh i think the finale challenge is happening

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baseball looks worried but lightbulb's brushing him off :|

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ojs backing away from paper??? wh

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WHJDT THE FUCK

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WAIT I HAVENT SEEN SOAP IN A WHILE WHERE IS SHE???

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OH GOD

#mics ramblings #SOAP???!??

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anonymous asked: evil woman are so hot <3 i will do whatever you want queen

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Awwww, this means a lot to me, anon! Could you find Film Reel for me and doxx him? That would be really helpful <3

#He's been evading me #It's really annoying #Hard to take over the world when I have to worry about him 🙄

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WHY DO I KEEP GETTING SENT ASKS ABOUT PREGNANCY?!

#I'M GOING TO QUIT TUMBLR AT THIS RATE.

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if this fuckass hand keeps showing up at the edge of my vision i'm going to hit something

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#maybe hes in love with you

what the hell is wrong with you.

[bonknigirlinthehood]

LEISURE TIME [2]

Blade brings you out for shopping!.

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I actually finished this because I need papa blade content so much. Anyway, this will be the last part of Leisure Time. Next, I wanted to make Dan Feng or Jing Yuan…, but the Dan Feng one will be most likely angst since my dude really left his child alone out there [bottom text].

Warnings/CW: Family content, the reader used she/her pronouns but only mentioned like 2-3 times so mostly gender neutral. Blade tries hard to be a father, family fluff, it’s just a sugar overdose, Blade dressing like a criminal while his bby dressed like a princess. Reader is a toddler/child around age 4-6, Kafka and SW are here but only for background characters. Blade is weak for his child. Icanthelpmakingitbladexdaughterreadersinceihavedaddyissues

"Hey"

"Hm?"

"You see that guy over there?"

"The one with black coat?"

"Don't you think he looks suspicious??"

"I think so…should we report him?"

"I don't know man…but he looks like a criminal, wearing sunglasses and a mask like that…huh?"

"Daddy!"

"W-what's that kid doing there??"

"–wait did that kid just call him daddy?"

The two guards who were gossiping suddenly come to a halt when they see you running towards Blade. They look mortified seeing a little kid literally bolting towards a man who looks like he escaped prison just 2 hours ago.

"Daddy! The shopkeeper gave me this! It's delicious, you should try it!" You jump in excitement, both hands holding something akin to dango while Blade crouches and opens his mask, and takes a bite of the food.

"Mmm…it's sweet and sticky" he commented, "you should brush your teeth after we get back–or your teeth will rot" 

You gasp, then nod obediently. Blade picks you up so he can walk to the next destination while you eat your snack. Passing the guards who were gossiping about him just a few minutes ago and shooting them a glare. 

The guards stay silent when Blade passes by them, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you think we will get into trouble if we report him?" One of them asks after the subject of their conversation at least 30 meters away from them.

"Yeah, for sure. Let's just ignore him for now…"

The two of you walk into the busy shopping district, the place is bustling with people. It was a semi-outdoor place where the roof was transparent, so people could enjoy walking without worrying about rain or heat.

You look around curiously, still chewing the snack without realizing the mess you made in your mouth. Blade has to stop for a bit to clean it with the wet tissue he always brings whenever the two of you are out. Many people take a glance and giggle, seeing a man dressed like a criminal wiping off the mouth of his child.

"I'm full, daddy" You hold up the remaining snack to your father, expecting him to eat the rest. Blade sighs, throwing the tissue to the trashcan and taking the leftover snack from your little hand all the while picking you up again back to his hold. 

"All right, fine" Blade bites into the food, and back walking down the shopping district, looking for the children's section.

And he knows he is at the right place when your eyes suddenly light up, getting excited seeing lots of toys getting displayed from each store you pass. You have never seen so many kinds of toys before! You unconsciously lean your body forward, trying to look more closely at the display toys to the point Blade has to hold you tighter so you won't fall. 

"Can we buy toys?Please?" You begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could give. Blade looks at you with his same deadpan expression, it's just that he's screaming inside because he wants to take a photo of your puppy eyes so badly.

"Okay, which shop do you want to go to?" He finally asked. Your eyes gleam and start looking for a store with toys that really get your attention before pointing to one of the stores. "That one, Daddy!" You point your finger at the shop that has music boxes on one of their shelves. 

Blade nods and enters the shop you picked. There are quite a lot of wooden toys in this shop, and your eyes sparkle at the sight alone. You really like wooden toys for some reason, and everyone except you knows why. It’s just Blade refused to talk about it and let your mind wander on your own.

As he puts you down inside the store, you waste no time looking around eagerly, trying every new and interesting toy you find (with Blade’s help so you won’t accidentally break one). Before long, you find yourself engrossed in one of the music boxes. It has an intricate design and a variety of music sheets to be played, and the figurine is a little girl playing with a swan. You keep coming back to that specific music box even after roaming the store twice.

“Do you want that one?” Blade asks, and you nod eagerly, eyes still glued to the said music box. Blade knows once you have something that catches your eyes and attention, there’s nothing that can stop you from having it. A trait you inherited from him, which sometimes annoys him too while Kafka keeps teasing him about it.

At the cashier, you do a little jump, impatiently waiting for the cashier lady to wrap the music box before putting it into a bag. Blade takes the bag and gives it to you, telling you to be careful.

“Thank you, Daddy!” You chirped happily while receiving the bag carefully, looking inside it and smiling, can’t wait to unbox it at home!. The bag was a little too big for you, so when the two of you are out of the store, Blade takes the bag back from you before holding your hand to walk together.

You swing Blade's hand around along with yours, humming and giving out an occasional yelp of surprise whenever you see something interesting. Your father makes sure he holds your hand tight, but just enough to not hurt your little one. It wasn't until the two of you passed the food court that you stopped in your tracks. Blade looks over and calls your name, but your eyes are fixated on one of the stalls, a crepes stall. 

Blade knows exactly what you are going to do next. 

You tilt your head to him ever slowly, all the while putting on the most overkill puppy eyes you could muster to him.

He immediately averted his gaze, avoiding your pleading look and pretending to not see anything. He attempts to pull your hand and make you walk again, but you refuse, pulling off your hand from his hold, crouching and now sulking. 

"I want it!" You pout, not caring about passersby looking over. Blade sighs and now crouches in front of you, pulling his mask down and taking off his sunglasses to see you more clearly. 

"You already had too many sweets today, You'll have stomach ache if you eat more" 

You pout even more hearing his explanation, and when Blade is about to pick you up, you writhe and attempt to set yourself free from his hold to no avail. Your power is clearly no match to him and he easily picks you from the ground. You hit his shoulder a few times in upset, now giving him teary eyes.

"Please, Daddy?, Pleaaseeee?, I want to try it" You beg, whining and clasping your hands together. Blade sighs in defeat, looking back and forth between you and the crepes stall. 

"Fine, but you have to promise me to eat twice the amount of your veggies tonight" 

He looks at you with a serious face and you gasp. Twice the amount of your normal veggies!!, now that gets you doubting. But your desire to try that thin-looking food is so strong, that you close your eyes and nod vigorously, hoping you could eat the veggies tonight while Blade sighs again and walks towards the crepes stall.

After a few minutes of choosing flavors and you watching intently how the worker makes the crepes, you finally get to try the food!. You bite into the cream first, causing a mess in your mouth. It was delicious! You immediately went over and took another big bite, not giving your father a chance to wipe your mouth. 

"Is it good?" He asks, and you nod with a smile, mouth full of whipped cream and other toppings. "Just eat it slowly, your tummy will hurt if you eat too fast" Blade added, wiping off the cream around your mouth. While he waits, Blade decides to chat with Kafka and inform her about where he is, attaching your photo devouring the crepes. He cringed a bit at the mess, and the high possibility of him needing to finish the rest of it when you full, at least he was used to it already, at the beginning he always threw away his leftover food but now he just eat it without hesitation.

Kafka: Awww, cutie pie eating her snacks well.

Silverwolf: Damn that crepes look good, what crepes stall was it?

Blade: She needs to eat a double portion of her veggies tonight.

Kafka: haha, Bladie seems to act more like a strict parent now~

Blade: She got spoiled too much.

When he looks away from his phone, to his surprise, you are actually eating all of the crepes, currently licking your fingers for the excess cream. Blade immediately pulls out his pack of tissue and clean both your hands and mouth before pulling out your bottle of water and giving it to you.

“Drink”

You take the bottle from him and drink it vigorously, looking around as you wait for your father to finish cleaning and throwing away the trash.

“All right, we should go back now. You have to keep your promise of eating twice the amount of your veggies tonight, okay?” Blade warned you, and you nodded, raising one of your arms so he could pick you up from the chair. “Good girl”.

As he puts you safely in his arms, he can’t resist the urge to kiss your cheeks, slightly chubby and red after eating the crepes. So he does, kissing your soft cheeks and you laugh at his action, before giving him a kiss in return.

“Can i go and buy the crepes now?”

“Not yet, just a little bit more”

Silverwolf clicked her tongue in annoyance as she waited beside Kafka who was busy (secretly)  taking pictures of Blade and you exchanging kisses. She smiles so proudly at the results, before finally letting the gamer girl buy her crepes after the father and child pair is gone.

“Bladie has grown to be such a good father now~”

After arriving back home at the Stellaron Hunter base, you already fall asleep. Blade puts you to bed first, and when he is about to leave, he glances at the bag containing the music box. Well, he was just a tiny bit curious, so he decided to open it and see if it required to be assembled together.

Needless to say, he got too engrossed at building the music box, and accidentally building the entire thing. Blade then decides to put the finished music box back into the box and seal it again, and good to say you don’t suspect a thing when you wake up and finally get to open your new music box.

You spent a lot of time looking at it in awe, even finishing the two servings of your veggies without realizing it (Blade feeds you since your eyes are too glued to the music box).

“I want to build something like this too!” You exclaim, and Blade immediately feels bad for actually finishing building the whole thing by himself, so the next day he goes out again and buys another one with a different model this time, claiming that this one comes in many parts and you need to build it yourself, “unlike the one yesterday where it came finished”.

You are so excited, spending the whole day trying to assemble the new music box. Blade helps you too, helping you put the parts that need a lot of force to put be together. It was a bit frustrating, but you enjoyed it, even more so since your father is there to help you out. 

When it’s finished, you put it side by side together with the one from yesterday, enjoying your hard work before falling asleep because of the exhaustion.

It’ll be a little secret Blade keeps for himself. Well, maybe until you are old enough to finally realize it, but for now, he just keeps it for himself. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 9

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: No more work but we gonna werk.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 💞

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

Ransom pushes you back, slipping free from between your tits. He catches you by the back of the neck as he grabs his dick, pumping himself as he groans. You brace yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as his voice gets louder.

He finishes in hot spurts string across your face that make your skin crawl. You scrunch your nose as the chlorine-like smell tinges your nose. Your entire body threatens to revolt. It’s more than the act itself, it’s the humiliation.

He sighs and lets you go. You want to wipe your face off but you can’t bear to touch it. You lean back on your heels and hover your hand in front of you, trying to breath through the swell of nausea. A hand clasps around your wrist, tugging it away as you’re dragged back towards the tree. You stumble on your knees, flicking your lashes as the sticky glaze cools on your skin.

“Next,” Lloyd insists as a growl rises from behind you.

“Be nice,” Andy girds. His words mean nothing. He could stop this but he won’t. He won’t because he’s just like them. He wants this.

“Please, I don’t want–”

“I didn’t want a face full of Gucci garbage,” Lloyd bends over you with a snicker, “too fucking bad, isn’t it?”

You wince and lean away from him. Your first meeting flashes in your mind. You recall a similar state, being sprayed in the face unceremoniously. You shudder as he lets you go, a small shove on the back of your head.

You extend your arm as Ransom’s soft groans continue between mellowing breaths. This is deranged. These men are twisted and, as pathetic as they are, terrifying. You grab a small box from the pile and shakily lean back.

Lloyd hovers behind you as you sense the gazes of the others. You have no hope. Whoever it is doesn’t matter. You slide the bow off and tear the paper away. Your hands work on instinct as you try to prepare yourself, try to shut down any emotion.

You shake as you reveal a strangely curved piece of pink silicone visible through the transparent window of the box. Lloyd chuckles and bends to take the disposed bow from beside you. He looks at the tag. 

“Well, well, well, looks like I’m up, but you know what, pussy cat,” he looms over you, “that one’s for you. I got it fully charged so why don’t you pop that in?”

You turn and look at him from the corner of your eye, not straight on. You consider the box again and the toy. It’s one of those hands free vibrators designed for couples. The woman wears it as the man controls it.  The box buzzes and you drop it. It stops when it hits the floor.

You gasp and look above you as Lloyd has his phone in hand, “you’re getting off easy. Literally.” He smirks down at you, “what’s the matter, you need help?”

You gulp and shake your head, “n-no.”

You swipe up the box, picking open the cardboard box and slides out the plastic insert. The little instruction pamphlet is missing, confirming that he’s already gone in and opened it. You roll the toy in your hand, the flimsier part wobbling back and forth.

You lower your head and raise yourself on your knees. You pull the elastic of your panties as you angle the toy down the front. You bite down as you widen your legs, pushing your ass out as you lean forward slightly. It’s awkward as the men elicit snarling noises in response.

You find yourself wet. That startles you. It eases the insertion as the full part glides into you and settles snugly inside. You fix the curved stem and rest the little round nub against your clit. With your hand still down your panties, the toy vibes, just once and makes you squeak.

“Works,” Lloyd snorts.

You quiver and inhale, tenderly sitting back on your heels as you grip your thighs. Your eyes sting. You won’t cry. 

“Next,” Lloyd demands before the silence can sink in. 

He nudges you with his velvet loafer and you flinch. You shuffle on your knees again and grab a gift bag. The men behind you shift eagerly. You don’t even open the present and just read the tag. Fuck.

“Lloyd,” you croak.

“Ha,” Lloyd claps, “luck’s on my side,” he taunts, “looks like fate wants me to fuck that throat.”

“The present…” Andy suggests.

“Yeah, whatever,” Lloyd spins on his heel and struts away, sitting at the edge of the couch, “open it then get your butt over here, sweet stuff.”

You shake your head and reach into the gift bag. You pull out a medallion necklace set into the red box. It has diamonds encrusted around the edge. You know it’s not cheap.

“You can put that on too,” Lloyd sneers as you hear his zipper slice through the tension.

You pull free the necklace and hook it around your neck. You push the packaging away and fall forward onto your hands. You can barely keep yourself moving as your mind hazes. The surrealness threatens to paralyse you.

You turn and crawl across the carpet.

“Mmm, yeah, pussy cat, come to me,” Lloyd teases.

You ignore the scalding wave that flows over you. You try to block out the room, the watching eyes, and the man who orders you around like an animal. The animal you crawl around like. 

You approach him as he pulls his dick out above his parents, knees wide as he gives a crooked grin. He lets his hard length flop back against his stomach as he sits back and bends his arm behind his head. He winks and looks down as he bites his lip.

“I think I owe you a taste, pussy cat,” he says, “Merry Christmas to me.”

You lift yourself up. Ransom’s silhouette moves in your peripheral as the armchair creaks out of your sight. The twitch of Lloyd’s dick makes your stomach curdle as he proudly repeats the trick. You put your hand around him and close your eyes, inching closer.

Your lips stop just over the tip of his dick. His hard, thick length bulges in your grip. You press your mouth to him and swallow back another tide of revulsion. You want it over with but given the amount of presents waiting under the tree, it might never end.

You open up to him slowly, coaxing yourself through the act. The salty trick that smears on your tongue threatens to flip your insides. You squeeze him and he groans, slapping the cushion beside him.

“Fuck, the grip on her,” he rasps and your eyes flick open.

His hand slides down as you urge your mouth down halfway, then back again. You’re not sure you can take all of him. He retrieves his phone from beside him. A sudden rumble awakens inside of you. The toy rattles you completely as you nearly choke.

Your teeth graze him and you still, trying to set yourself straight, dangling on your worst intentions. You could sink right in and listen to him scream. He swats the side of your head and ramps up the vibe.

“You fucking bite me and I promise you’ll be sorry,” he growls. You believe him. You’re not just being good for yourself but in that moment, you have to focus on you.

You push back down, your reflex threatening to trigger. Back up and you take a breath. The vibrator shakes you, adding to the torment, splitting you between pleasure and disgust. You slide back down and a weight spreads across your skull. Lloyd pushes you until you gag around him. He groans as your throat constricts.

“Mmm, you’re getting close, aren’t you?” He purrs, guiding your rhythm as he fists your hair. “I’m not feeding you ‘til you cum.”

Your eyes round and you let them roll back and close as they wet. You focus on your breath, not what you’re doing, not what you’re feeling. His hand slows your motion on him as you squeeze your legs together. The pulse intensifies, the small nub against your clit stirring your nerves. Come on, come on, almost there.

You moan, once, twice, again. Your body starts to quiver, you can’t help it. Even as he laughs, even as he rams you back down on his dick and nearly suffocates you. You’re swept up in the swirl of sensations.

Your body spasms as your orgasm flows over. You drool down his dick as he pulls you back then forces you back down. Fuck, it shouldn’t feel good. You hate it but the release is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. The release of pressure leaks out of your, soaking your thighs as you keep them taut.

“Oh fuck, you like tasting me,” he purrs, “hm, you want more? Huh?’

You’re weak as he uses you, rocking your head as he grips it between his large hands. The wet noises of your mouth deafen you as you taste his anticipation. Feel it throbbing in him.

He grunts and slips a hand down to cradle his sack. You groan as he stills you, thrusting from below again as he leans his shoulders back into the couch. He fucks your mouth as he lets out a long rumble, cumming down your throat as he quakes. 

He keeps going until your mouth is sloppy and your saliva mingles with his cum as it smears around your lips. He pulls you off him and you cough, covering your mouth as you spit up into it. He purrs and sways his leg in bliss as he rubs his chest.

“Fuck,” he growls as he looks down at himself and you blink away the haze, “these are designer.”

The fabric around the open fly of his pants is wet with your excess. You wipe your mouth, the filth across your face and pasty in your throat once more sickening you. Reality seeps back in as your head lolls and the tree lights blur in your vision.

“Next…” Andy prompts in a hoarse mutter.

You lean back until you fall onto your ass. You’re dizzy. You don’t know how much more you can take. Ransom gets up and you watch him snatch up two presents from under the tree. He drops them into your lap.

“Let’s turn things up,” Ransom declares as he stands over you, pants hanging slack from his hips.

You can hardly think. You just look down and set to opening the presents; another pair of earrings; rose gold hoops, and a bracelet with pearls. The tags tangle together and you read the names in a shaky squeak; Lloyd, Ransom. A long sigh from the armchair.

“Let’s start with these,” Lloyd pushes your shoulder so you fall onto your hands. He grabs your hips and lifts them, tearing your panties down your thighs. “I didn’t get to finish my breakfast.”

You’re guided around senselessly by the pair. Lloyd gets down on his back, a couch pillow under his head as he brings you down to straddle him. He moves the stem of the toy to the crease of your leg and slides his tongue between your folds. The vibrator continues to buzz as he adds to the overwhelming thrum.

Ransom pulls off his woolly sweater, tossing it onto the couch before he nears. He grabs your chin and forces your head up. His dick hangs out of his pants, limp but subtly twitching.

“Tell you what, you don’t even have to get me off,” he snickers, “just get me going.”

He mashes your face into his crotch. You open your mouth and your spit leaks out onto his soft dick. You reach for him, moving his tip between your lips. Your tongue works thoughtlessly, mimicking the one on your clit, swirling and flicking as weak moans escape you.

Ransom hardens in your grip, little by little until you can get a firm grasp. You suck on his tip until he purrs. Lloyd wiggles his head under you, pulling your down by his hips as he laps and a suckles. 

Your hips buck as your climax takes over. You cum again, heart racing, breath hitching as your head spins. Every muscle aches as your lungs burn. You don’t know if you can keep up. The thought that this is only the beginning is enough to exhaust you.

There’s a rustle beyond your purview. Your eyes search but you can’t see past Ransom. A shadow appears at your side. Andy stands over you and rips wrapping paper away from a box. He shows you the Coach gift set, the same one you sold him. 

“Me,” he proclaims, voice edged with frustration.

“That’s cheating,” Ransom puffs out as he frames your head between his hands.

“I don’t fucking care,” Andy snarls and snatches your hand, bringing it up to the front of his pants. Lloyd chuckles into your cunt from below. 

Another zipper descends and your hand encircles thick flesh. Hard veins press into your palm as your arm is pumped, a tight grip on your wrist. You shut your eyes and dissolve into the madness of the moment.

The heat of their bodies storms around you, roiling with that radiating off of you. Your throat turns raw from the rampant intrusion, your cunt pulses with overstimulation, and your hand chafes on the hard dry flesh. All control slips beyond you as the men take over, each guiding you to their whim.

Your gulping, gagging moans rise into the air, lost amid their groans and grunts. Hands pawing at you, hips rocking, mouths moving. Bodies tangle together in the throes of depravity, dissembling the last of your reticence, trapping you in a helpless apathy.

[mistxmood]

i love being a menace on project temi

[ID: Liam Plecak, a green backpack, runs across the transparent background. He's wearing little wooden boots held together by green vines, and he's wearing Airy's lantern head on his own like a hat. He has scarring over his face, giving him mis-matched eyes (one black, one white) as he clutches a piece of blue sticky note in a hand with a triumphant, open smile. The note is titled: DEATH, followed by a string of numbers. His zipper is partially open, letting more sticky notes fly out from within him, also labeled SWAP, LOSPEED, and the rest partially obscured being MAXHEAL and -ABILITY. End ID.]

[another-identityofmine]

addiction; 50s elvis x f!reader MDI

summary: PART TWO OF OBSESSION; elvis takes you out on a date as a little token of appreciation, but it later becomes more than just a token.

author’s note: I’ve written a continuous babble for @jhoneybees first spicy fic 🤭… of course with all her permission and that, hehe I won’t say much other than enjoy! And I really hope that mah doll enjoys it also!

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“Take me, Presley”

his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his pink tinged lip between his teeth. Before he can even register your words, you courageously begin to glide your hips into his lap.

A high-pitched mutter strings out of his swollen lips, swollen from his chomping to keep quiet. Your clothed sex bucking against his obvious hard member that strains against his slacks.

You smirk, grabbing his chin. Changing his jaw in your firm grasp, “nuh uh, look here, baby.” You purr into his ear, pulling his chin down to see the sight that you swear you feel his cock twitch wickedly.

Your white cotton panties now damp against your flushed lower lips, making it almost transparent to the sticky dark curls that decorate along your womanhood. That’s enough to make his head dizzy, but to have that wet snatch thrusting against his member. He grits his teeth, chomping then together to keep a groan of profanities.

Once a loud scene of the movie pops on, you decide to shuffle back to your seat. His hands dig into the leather scratched seats, panting like crazy. “B-baby, w-what?” His voice comes out a strained whine, needy and hungry.

But could you blame him? His head is full of lust, desperate for your touch and yearning for so much more. He’s a needy scrawny little thing now, overwhelmed with feelings of sexual desires. He has to clasp his hand over his stiff member to atleast have some sort of relief. If the audience and crowd knew his arousal, they’d all feel bad for him. But you just smirked and shook your head.

“Baby, please, please, don’t b-be mean. Don’t tease, i-it ain’t nice to tease- ahh.” He begins to mutter out before sighing with great relief by your actions. You slide all the way across from him, with a sly smile and slowly creep your foot up to the red leather seat next to him. He watches with a waiting eyes, your white kitten heel nudging at his knee to part his legs. He does so, parting his thighs together and your mouth waters. His thick, virgin cock just waiting for any sort of relief, and you give it to him.

Stretching your leg out, you press the toe of your heel onto his bulge. He gasps and immediately digs his nails into the steering wheel and seat. His diluted blue eyes watch as you slowly but firmly rub into his clothed length.

His hips stutter and buck against your foot, at the sight of your perfectly white painted toenails that peek out from your strapped white heels pressing onto him. “Y-yes doll, oh.” He breathes out, his chest heaving heavily, rising with every thrust of his hips into your foot. Needing this.

You snake a hand down between your own legs, nudging onto your damn panties at the delicious sight across from you. Elvis’ jaw drops down to his collarbone as you meet lust gazed eyes and he grips your ankle.

he begins to grind against your foot with speed and hunger. His fingers digging into your soft ankle, thighs nearly hugging your heel as he grinds. It reminds you of a bunny, pacing and moving quickly.

his eyes roll to the back of his head, tugging at his bottom lip to not make any noise. to not make any clue that he’s having such an awakening pleasure.

The only thing present is the sound of uneven breathing. Both of you chasing your own highs, you pick up the pace against your clothes cunt. Rubbing fast circles, that you let out a soft whimper.

Once he hears that angelic hum from you, he feels himself twitch harshly under your foot. His hard cock is surely sticky and hot from his pre cum dribbling down his base, stuffy in his pants. “Aw f-fuck!” He whines out gruffly stomach tightening because he’s almost there. Just a second away-

You yank your foot back, huffing and puffing. His eyes shoot open in surprise, with flushed cheeks and immediately his head leans back up to beg.

”y/n! Please, please, ‘s n-not funny, it’s hurting.” He whimpers out quietly, reaching out with grabby hands. He’s aching hard, and you’ve made him this way.

Boldly, you crawl onto and straddle his hips between your squishy thighs. You swear you see a glowing smile on his cheeky face and he slightly spreads his legs for you to seat fully.

now you can see him in all his glory. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, cheeks crimson, and chest rising and falling with every second. “o-oh yes, yes doll, yes, please.” he hums out in that honey southern drawl of his.

and you gladly oblige.

your clothed vagina lips surrounding the outline bulge of his hungry, covered cock that was laying heavily against the fabric. You scrunch up your pale purple skirt to your waist for him to see this and his eyes nearly cross and he throws his head back.

He doesn’t care anymore if people hear him. He doesn’t care anymore that maybe one of ‘em will tell his mama and daddy what he was up to this Friday night. He does not care.

Rutting his hips between your legs at a bunnies bruising pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes baby, y-you feel this too, m’right?” He huffs out through gritted teeth, eyes screwed close as he feels this delicious sensation in the pit of his belly.

You can only loll your head to nod, shoving your face into the peak of his sweaty neck, your lips capturing his salty, sweaty skin and he groans.

It’s the moment that you take your pink painted nails down his chest, feeling the scrapes of need through his thin shirt.

He yelps and plants his feet firmly to the ground of the car to levitate his hips into yours. Your orgasm gets the better of you and you slam your hips into his, gasping into his chest and biting down onto his shoulder.

Blue pupils blown and rolled back to his skull, spurt on spurt of his white, precious seed coats his dark blue boxers, he bucks his hips with every rope that streams. you add to the mess with your wet high. Creating a hot, drenching spot to his dark, green slacks.

You’re his addiction, and he can’t get enough of you.

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I hope you enjoyed! sweaty palms rn 🫠

[kokushibouthings]

My jewels.

Chapter 1

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Pairing: Kokushibou x AFAB reader x (Douma)

Content: Sexual themes, somnophilia, belly bulge, slight degrading and praise kink, slight choking kink, dub-con, human reader, modern AU but demons still exist, Reader is Muzans daughter so Koku = bodyguard, Reader is a switch, and Reader is in college

Note: This is my first time and probably last I'll attempt to make a book(?) like this...💀💭 Btw demons somehow evolved and can change existing features now, so Koku can hide his extra pair of eyes (wow so amazing, btw if can change existing features that means they can grow bigger..

Edited: 6/24/2023

He couldn't help it, you looked so pretty whilst sleeping. His impatience only grew more hearing your low muffled ’mmh..’s in bed

Unable to resist, he crawled into your bed hovering over your sleeping body. You having such vulnerability due to being a human was cute.

Being able to do anything to your limp body felt like a dream, and so a hand hurriedly pulled your comfortable shorts down along with the blanket barely covering you,

exposed to the cold breeze, you let out a little concerned, and uncomfortable sound rolling a bit on the bed with your chest pressing against the mattress and head on its side facing right so you wouldn't suffocate.

He almost thought he woke you up for a second, but you happened to be a heavy sleeper this time... placing his cold hand on your waist felt like a lifeless cube of ice touched it making the warm temperature fade away,

The other hand, pushed your undergarment to the side. Contemplating if he should go back now, or take the chance he might never get again...

...

Barely the tip of his finger went inside, yet you already tightened up excessively. Again letting out a little grunt as your hand gripped onto the bedsheet weakly.

An attempt to push the finger in farther ended up successful, but damn are you tight. As his fingertips on your waist moved around, a spot repulsed and a shiver ran up your spine, which somehow made you loosen up

Slowly thrusting his finger in, and out felt euphoric. Who knows how long hes waited for a chance like this?

That finger always came out coated with your sticky fluids, his pace speedening along with him adding in another finger. Your little grunts slowly became moans, and your grip on the bedsheets became stronger

"Haah...n..–nh..!" Small beads of water formed in your eyes, dripping down from your cheeks from a sense of euphoria, who knew you'd be able to feel such pleasure?

Your eyes shot open after feeling a knot in your stomach snap loosely...and now wide awake, you got up with your knees pressed against your chest, and your back pressed against your soft pillows.

"What the fuck??" You pulled your blanket to cover yourself up, yet you were still rather wet. "...I'm sorry. Its just that..."

‹ Just that what? ›

The more he crawled closer to you, the more your knees pressed against your chest defensively, and your brows furrowed.

"Please... Spare me a chance." Saying that as he takes a large strand of your hair, pressing it against his mouth.

‹ Is he seriously seducing me when Its time to sleep? ›

Staring at him, as he pleaded desperately with a flustered face. An idea popped up, with a slight smile curling on your lips.

"Maybe. But just this once. Take advantage of me again and I'll have you killed."

...

As you sat down on his covered pelvis, it was truly sight to behold... You couldn't believe someone like him would act like this just to get his way with you. It was truly pathetic, yet adorable

His hands were tied up, above his head as he layed flat on his back. His expression was rather interesting, eyes scanning your body through the half transparent nightgown

"How about you keep your eyes on mine instead of letting it wander around like a stray animal?" You tugged on the tightly wrapped rope around his neck earning a sound of struggle escaping his lips, pulling him close to your face feeling a tent form. It took you by surprise since you were able to feel it clearly poke you, due to the fact your not wearing any undergarments now.

"Please... I need you.." He pleaded desperately, wanting you to start now. "Haah... What will I ever do with a pet dog like you?"

Your eyes broke contact with his just to look at his exposed chest, damn he was muscular. "Hmm..." Your lips parted, letting go of the rope as you placed your tongue slightly against his nipple. A little grunt could be heard as you tried to suck on it gently, unzipping his pants before pushing it downwards.

Pulling your mouth away, as you rubbed the tent in his boxers feeling it grow slightly larger. Stooping down before kissing his clothed crotch gently, leaving a wet circular mark on his boxers

Earning a satisfactory moan from him, you finally pulled down his boxers...and wow it was large.

He was rock hard, and it was rather veiny yet clean. Was he maintaining himself just for this specific moment? "Mmh... I can't believe your already this hard," Gripping onto his length loosely, trying to position yourself correctly, finally taking the tip inside of your mouth.

He was unbelievable cold almost everywhere, the sudden feeling of your warmth made him grunt loudly with his fists clenching tightly. As you started to bob your head up, and down slowly, it felt like you were going to choke with how girthy it was.

Your saliva drooped down your chin, to his length. You could hear grunts mixed with moans under his heavy breathing as he tried to maintain his composure. "Nnh...haaah."

His desperateness led to an imagination, where he could forcefully shove your head completely down on his length, wanting to see you gag, and seeing your visage clattered with strands of hair with tears streaming down your chin.

You, yourself was wet, even you started to become desperate down there. You couldn't deny that how he fingered you felt good, slim hands, muscular, strong, and knows how to please a woman. Hes the perfect man, and a possibly great addition to your collection of jewels.

...

That night felt like it had lasted forever, as reluctant you were to fulfill his desires, you accepted anyway.

His fingers were coated in your juices, as he buried his head into the crook of your chest, the both of you were trying your best to keep a poker face along with the composure you both had always tried to keep stable,

Although you were cold, and arrogant like your father, it seems you can't keep that futile resistance against him for any longer.

As your soft, vulnerable moans got louder, the faster his fingers slipped inside-out desperate to hear you call his name, you could feel your belly bulge, though not understanding how he could reach in so far, you enjoyed it, feeling his fingers inside of you, and feeling a bulge.

"Ahhn..– nggh! Koku! Haah..ah!" Tears started to form, drooping down your chin...alas you felt a familiar knot snap before releasing all over his fingers and bedsheets.

He moves away from your chest, shooting a pleading look as he impatiently held his manhood, you sighed, planting your hand into your forehead.

Barely his tip just entered but you could feel a shiver up your spine as it just slipped inside earning a satisfactory moan and shiver from you,

"Hhnn...you look so pretty when your expressions like that.."

You felt a little annoyed with how needy he was being, but ofcourse, its a little adorable too.

"Fine... I'll grant you permission just this one night, to do whatever I have to do to fulfill your childish desires." His eyes lit up in excitement, nodding slightly along with a light blush fading onto his cheeks. "What a good boy you are, following my orders..." His hands grabbed both of your wrists, pinning it down onto an empty space above your head, as he kissed you everywhere roughly.

Was quite a surprise with how warm his tongue felt since you'd expect that it'd be as cold as the rest of his body parts.

Placing the glass of wine down reluctantly, your eyes made contact with hers seeing her lips parting to say something. "Also, I think I heard some weird noises from your bedroom last night?? I don't know..." You forgot one of your friends was staying the night, and it isn't going so well now.

"Sorry, I was trying to finish something." You sighed, getting up from the stool to leave the lonely bar. "Your leaving already? Class doesn't start until the next hour." Her cheek squished against her hand with her elbow pressing against the wooden table, taking a sip of a cup filled with sprite.

"Something I need to attend to again, you'd better finish that cup of sprite quickly if you don't want me to leave without you."

Mizuki let out a sarcastic sound of annoyance as she got up and left the cup on the counter to go with you. ‹ Atta girl, › you slightly smiled, slightly seeing Kokushibou standing there, looking embarrassed in the corner of your eye.

Probably because of how Mizu asked about... Last night. And he also seemed a liiittle disappointed how you brushed it off as some sort of project.

[ghostlyfuryshark-134642df-blog]

Can you tell i like my spreads as noisy as i like my music?

A (little past) quarterly update with my Hobonichi weeks!

4.15.24

It took a little of bit time, but i think i've finally familiarized myself and made a home out of this notebook. It's the only writing vessel i actively attend to currently, so it's quite gratifying that this wallet size (a kinda massive wallet, ok) book is able to answer me both in function and form.

I had been worried that i was growing somewhat bored (and at times frustrated) with the Week's shape, but after everything we have been through, it's hard to imagine a canvas more fitting for the types and frequency of entries i collect.

Pictured here are some Machine Girl fangirling hysteria, an article on "Poor Things" (extending to several more pages that deserve their own spotlight i think), and a couple of personal journal entries where i braindump. I also started collecting my notes from Art History class in here as well, and I'm thrilled that the content does feel like home within these pages. (very much inspired by @blvddays on instagram for her use with transparent paper here [figure 6], mine are Office Depot sticky notes).

Massive adoration goes out to @petite-gloom's stickers. I love my loud and colorful spreads, but they plainly would be inferior without the minimal twinkle from Megan's art. I have the most fun looking through her sticker sheets, and figuring out how to add the final accessory to my spreads.

I don't know! Life beyond has been hectic and uncomfortable lately, but there's a sense of harmony i find here that is making my heart sparks a little bit as I'm looking at these pages. I hope to nourish and fertilize this little collection of thoughts and ideas faaar and further into the year.

This has been the lengthiest that Tumblr has ever seen me. I require a new badge, immediately.

[spring-sage]

I was a couple hours into my shift; busy with all the usual duties required of me in my role as a nurse. All the important tasks of a typical morning routine were completed. Assessments were charted, old and new orders from various providers were acknowledged and recorded. As were notes and entries of care plans, lab results, and everything else in between.

I made sure to greet each of my patient’s with the usual smile I always do, and displayed the professionalism they’d expect from their nurse by providing them the opportunity to discuss their needs and goals for the day, assuring them their concerns matter.

Are you comfortable with the temperature of your room? Do you need a warmed blanket? Would you like some coffee? Is there anything else I can do for you?

All the typical questions I would ask.

From an observer’s viewpoint, I’m sure it appeared to be any normal day. Nothing unusual or odd stood out. Nothing that would cause anyone to suspect that my mind was flooded with the filthiest of thoughts.

Thoughts that echoed loudly as I smiled and nodded at doctors and fellow nurses and caretakers with whom I pretended to be engaged in conversation.

Thoughts that stirred my senses as I listened to lung sounds, heart sounds and bowel sounds through my stethoscope.

Thoughts that made my cunt drip and tingle; moistening my already moistened panties.

Thoughts that lingered from what happened hours earlier that morning, just before I had to leave for work.

Thoughts that just wouldn’t be ignored.

"How's my naughty nurse this morning?" His message flashed on the screen of my phone. I immediately felt my cheeks turn pink as though our secret had become transparent for everyone to see.

"...Currently corrupted by very naughty thoughts, thanks to you."

"Mmm. Good girl."

Such a simple response, but there was undoubtedly a devious smirk behind his short reply. He quickly reminded me of what he will be expecting when I returned home that evening; leading my mind to revisit all the details of what transpired just 3 hours before.

< >

I was in the laundry room ironing my scrubs for the day, wearing only my bra and panties when he greeted me with a fresh cup of coffee.

I gave him a sleepy smile and thanked him. He stood in the doorway, and looked me up and down as I ironed away at the creases of my uniform.

When I glanced over at him, I couldn’t help but notice his cock. It was hard and protruding up and out of the elastic band of his briefs, making it all too tempting for me to stop what I was doing to give it my full attention. But instead, I gave him a pouty face, and in a most pitiful tone I said, "I can’t….I'm already running behind on time."

Seemingly unfazed by that piece of knowledge, he continued his stare and pulled his cock out to stroke it slowly in front of me, and gave the smirk I know all too well.

"Oh, you are a cruel man..."

"Come here," he said. And then instructed me to stretch out my panties to show him.

"Just like that" he grunted, "Such a pretty little cunt." His breathing became heavier as he stroked faster.

I could tell he was on the edge of the inevitable, so I pulled my panties down a little more to reveal how wet they were.

"Cum in my panties." I said.

And at that moment, he steadied his cock and aimed it at the glistening layer of my cotton crotch; spraying his sticky seed all over them; soiling them with his morning lust.

Once every last drop was deposited, I gave him a big kiss and pulled my panties back up to finish ironing my uniform.

I gave him a big grin as he walked away, "Looks like you're coming to work with me today!" To which we both laughed.

And now, hours later, I was at work looking for every opportunity to sneak to the bathroom to look at my panties.

To see the stains. To take them off and hold them to my nose. To smell them. To deeply inhale him and breathe in his scent.

I wondered if anyone else got the occasional whiff of our lust from this morning. Or if it followed in my wake as I walked past them.

Throughout the entire shift I remained in a perpetual state of arousal; feeling like a dirty whore in my dirty panties.

When the shift finally came to an end, I hurried home, and was promptly greeted at the door with his arm extended and his palm out.

"Now hand them over to me." It was as though he had been thinking about it all day as well.

I slipped out of my scrub pants, and removed my panties, and handed them over.

He held them to his nose just as I did many times during my shift. I watched him breathe in the aroma as though it was his very first breath--or maybe as if it could be his last. And then he balled them up in his hand and put them in his pocket.

"And tomorrow, you will be coming to work with me."

[mspaesthetic]

Tidbit: Placronym Pixelation

So you got this fresh placroynm that you don't want engraved with a sophomoric name? Not a problem. You can reject that stupid shit with a pixelize/pixelate filter.

Photoshop

First, you will have to make two more duplicates of your name text layer, so three text layers in total. One for when it's first displayed, one for the first frame of pixelation, and one for the second frame.

With your first duplicate layer selected, go to Filters>Pixelate>Mosaic..., which is a terrible name for it, but hey, I'm no Photoshop developer. Set the cell size to 11.

For the second duplicate layer, set it to 14.

GIMP

Pretty much the exact same steps as in Photoshop, this time the filter is located under Filters>Blur>Pixelize...

I would suggest right-clicking on the text layer and choosing Composite Space>RGB (perceptual) instead of the default (Auto), or going to the top-right corner of the Layers tab and switching the group of blend modes from Default to Legacy. Basically, doing so will make the semi-transparent pixels as dark as they are in Photoshop, otherwise they will appear too light.

Check out the read-more link below for bonus information on easily animating the name being typed out in Photoshop.

ADDENDUM

Typing animation (Photoshop)

Photoshop's frame animation timeline makes doing this a breeze. First, add a layer mask to your text layer. This will add a white box next to the layer's thumbnail.

With that layer mask selected (click on it and it will be highlighted in the layers tab), use the marquee tool to make a rectangle selection around the text, then use the paint bucket tool to fill it in with the color black. This will make the text invisible until the layer mask is moved.

Go to Window>Animation if you do not already have the animation timeline open. Click on the little sticky note icon to duplicate the first frame. In newer versions of Photoshop, you will probably first have to click on a button that reads "Create Frame Animation", and the duplicate frames button icon is the "+" in a little square.

Making sure you still have the layer mask selected and not the entire layer, use the move tool and arrow keys to move it all the way to the right, revealing the text on the second frame you've just made. Don't move it too far off now.

Move the typing cursor layer to the right as well, except you don't have to move it all the way at the end, only where it will be last seen.

Make the typing cursor layer visible on the first frame, and not visible on the second.

Select the first frame the animation and click on the tween button. This will add all of the frames in between the first and the second one for you. Make sure you only have "Position" checked under "Parameters". For the numbers of frames to add, here's a neat trick for finding the right amount: count the amount of letters in the name. "ZOOSMELL POOPLORD" is 16 letters, so add 16 frames.

Most of the work is already done, though there might be a couple frames that will need some minor tweaks. Just use the move tool and arrow keys again to finetune the layers' positioning.

This is why it was important to not move the layer mask too far to the right away from the end of the text. Tweening the position spaces it out linearly, evenly, so the farther away the end goal is, the more space each frame will use. Thankfully the font this panel uses is mostly monospaced, and I got a little lucky with my positioning, so I needed to only adjust three or four frames. Way less tedious than having to create each frame of animation myself, at least.

To change the frame delay (the time duration each frame takes up) of the newly created frames, click on the first frame you want to retime, hold down the Shift key, and then click on the last frame. This will make a selection spanning all frames in between. Click on the little dropdown arrow and select 0.1 seconds (100 milliseconds).

Here's the original panel:

And here's my recreation:

Here's the PSD, too.

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 7 - Christmas Lights

Mess Up

Pairing: Husband!Jack Daniels x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, angst, past family trauma (not with Jack), hurt/comfort, communication, healthy relationship, Jack is the best husband, anxious reader, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, preggo reader, forehead kisses, gentle giant jack, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Jack comforts you after you spiral into past traumas. Aka: Jack being a good husband.

A/N: This fic was supposed to contain filthy smut with a different pedge boy, but wifey had a sad day so...here we are 🫠 Also, seven consistent days?? What?? Go Wifey!!

***

You look at the stack of plastic boxes piled up in the middle of the living room. A mixture of gray, purple, and transparent blue bins filled with various ornaments, wall decor, and table accessories. A pile of black trash bags filled with garland lays hap-hazardly next to them. Jack must have gotten them down from the attic before he left for work this morning. 

You had asked him the day before to do that for you. Usually, you could do so yourself, but considering you’re eight months pregnant, you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea–not that Jack would ever have let you do it anyway. 

It’s been a bit boring around the house lately since Jack’s been working extra hours. He’s been insistent on putting a bit more work in so the two of you can fatten up your savings account for when the baby gets here. That way, as he says, there will be more opportunity for him to stay home with you after you give birth. 

He’s so thoughtful, always thinking ahead about what’s best for you and the baby in the long run. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head as you go to pry the lid off of the bin at the top of the stack. A small sticky note sits on top of it, and you smile as you immediately recognize the handwriting. 

Should be home early today. I Love you little Mama, have a good day. 

P.S.: Don’t overwork yourself!

- Your Jackie

You smile giddily as you stare at the loopy writing, full of love. 

*** 

You have most of the decor up within a few hours; all that’s left is decorating the tree. 

You pick up a strand of lights out of a gray bin and look up at the tip of the tree with a scowl. You hate putting the first strand up alone. When Jack’s here, you always make him do it since he’s a good bit taller than you. 

You look around the room, trying to find something you can use to step on or lift the lights up. Your eyes land on a chair in the dining room. Perfect.

You drag the chair over the base of the tree and take a step back, making sure it’s lined up with where you need to be. There’s no way you’re climbing up onto that thing just for it to be in the wrong spot. 

It looks about right.

With a little grunt work–and a lot of maneuvering around your massive belly–you manage to get your knees on the seat, and from there, you stand up the rest of the way. You smile proudly as you look at the top of the tree, which is now only a couple inches taller than you. You feel almost rebellious, as stupid as that may sound. 

You reach up and begin to loop the first bit around the top. Just as you get it secured, you hear a faint jingling sound coming from the front hall. Your face lights up. Your husband is home.

Maybe you’ll make him do this part afterall. Your arms ache and you’re already almost out of breath from holding them up above you for so long. Letting them down, you balance the rest of the strand down on empty branches so it won’t fall.

“I’m home, darlin’, " Jack calls as he steps through the door. 

“I’m in here,” you call back excitedly. You can’t wait for him to see what you’ve spent your day doing. 

You turn around in the chair and face toward the living room entrance, waiting for him so you can see his reaction. He steps into the room and you smile widely at him, only to be confused when his mouth drops open just slightly. He looks upset, and your stomach drops. 

“Hey!” He barks quickly. “Wh-what the hell do you think you’re goddamn doin’?” He suddenly bolts toward you and lifts you by your underarms to bring you to the floor. You’re back on your feet before you can even register what happened. 

You’re taken aback at his loud tone and rushed actions, a small hurt settling deep in your chest before you can stop it. You look up at him with a frown, disappointed in yourself for making him unhappy, for making him use a tone like that in the first place. He never raises his voice at you.

Your eyes are watering even though you’re still confused, your lip quivering as you look ashamedly up at him. Does he not like the decorations? Were you supposed to wait until he got home to start? Did you mess up?

He looks almost angry, and the thought is enough to send a pang of panic and regret throughout your entire body. You messed up. You messed up, you messed up.

You’re suddenly set back to your teenage years again. Back to feeling tiny and pathetic as people tell you how annoying you are, how you can’t ever do anything right, how you’re nothing more than a childish inconvenience. 

You see your father, ignoring you as usual, only talking to you to complain about something or another. Your mother, drunk, ready to spill her nightly sob-story because she’s the only one allowed to have one. Your grandma, telling you to stop being such a crybaby because she doesn’t understand that you hurt and you just want a break.

You see yourself, forced to take it all, bottle it up, and never complain. Back to having to act happy for the sake of others, but not too happy, because then you’re on everyone’s nerves. Back to trying your hardest through it all to be patient, understanding, and kind, because if you’re anything less than that, you’re a spoiled brat.

Back to feeling worthless, hating yourself, messing up.

You open your mouth to say something–you’re not sure what–but all that comes out is a pathetic blubber as your tears spill over. 

Jack’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s done. 

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” he says, holding you close to him. “I’m so sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean to snap at you,” you can hear the shame in his voice, but all you can think is I did this, it’s my fault, I messed up.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you sob into his chest. 

All of your emotions feel heightened with your pregnancy, and thinking about your childhood was finally the thing to set you off. Jack is well acquainted with your past, but you still wish he didn’t have to see you breaking down over it like this. 

You know that he didn’t mean it, and that’s why you’re so frustrated with yourself. He’s never treated you like that. Never has, never will. You take in a few shuddering breaths as you think about that fact.

He rubs soothing circles on your back and mutters genuine little sorry’s and uplifting praises to you as you try to reign it all in. After a moment, your breath starts to even out and your tears stop flowing so aggressively. You hold onto him but lean back so you can look into his eyes, full of concern. 

“‘M sorry,” you say quietly, still feeling a wave of shame. He tuts and softly shakes his head at you before smoothing your hair down. 

He kneels down on one knee in front of you and takes his stetson off before sliding both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. His brows are furrowed and he has a look of sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“No, baby,” he says, looking at you adoringly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’a raised my voice at you just ‘cause I got scared. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, sweet thing.” he assures you sincerely. “You jus’ need to be a little more careful now is all.” 

 “Tha’s my baby in there,” he reminds you, nodding to your stomach. “’s very important to me to know that both of my girls are safe while I’m gone.” 

You muster up a smile and nod at him, appreciating that he’s taking the time to make sure you know what he’s thinking. He smiles warmly back at you. 

“I am sorry, though, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you apologize through the lump still partially lodged in your throat. You avoid eye contact as you say it, but you know he can see right through you–can see exactly where your head is stuck right now. 

“I swear you didn’t mess up, baby. You’re doing everything right. My perfect girl. You know that?” he asks, lifting his brows to emphasize his point. 

You sniffle a bit and nod at him. You don’t know how your love for him continues to grow so much every day. 

“I really ain't mad at you, angel, I’ll never be mad at you.” He smiles wider at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You nod at him again, leaning into his hand. 

He sits up just enough to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, and then on your lips, lingering there as if he could pour all of his love into you through such an action. When he pulls back, you have a genuine smile on your face.

“Alright, pretty little Mama,” he says, letting a hint of humor into his tone. “Let’s get the rest of them lights up for ya.”

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[tiffyfoundsomething]

I've been working on a doll house. Sort of. It's an old Barbie house that was missing a lot of parts.

One of the things I've done is build new parts out of paperboard and foam board, and then cover them in paper.

You know, and I know, that when you get paper wet with glue it wrinkles. There are a few ways to get around this.

One is Tombow Mono Multi glue.

Which is here: https://amzn.to/3OU5tbv

The trick to using this glue for wrinkle-free paper application is to squeeze out a bunch of glue not on the paper, but on what you want to put paper on, smooth it out as well as you can (make sure you get the surface you're wanting to apply paper to completely covered) and then let it dry until it's transparent. It'll stay tacky.

Then apply your paper and smooth it out.

That's how I applied scrapbook paper directly to the plastic wall as wallpaper, and colored printer paper (which is very prone to wrinkles when wet) to both paperboard (recycled food box) and foam board to create the refrigerator door and a curio cabinet.

I find the Tombow Mono Multi is less prone to wrinkling than glue sticks, too, as long as you let the Mono Multi dry fully before applying paper.

Tombow Mono Multi can also be applied to the back of plastic-coated stickers that have lost their stickiness, like the ones that are default to this doll house, and then those stickers can be reapplied.

It's worth noting that you don't get a second chance with this glue. Once you've stuck something, it's not coming off cleanly. If you put the paper on wrong it'll tear to bits if you try to peel it off again. Tombow Mono Multi is very good at sticking.

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Another option is double sided tape. If you're going to be doing something like gluing shelves to the paper covering, then full coverage adhesion is better, like with the Tombow.

If you're doing a decorative or small item (in this case, the faux drawer fronts on the curio cabinet), then double sided tape is a great option with no drying time.

I like this one, because it's the same width as the foam layer between the sheets of paper on foam board and because it's easy to remove from plastic toys.

And that's here: https://amzn.to/3s8BELl

I like to use this to stick small decorative items to the shelves, too. It's easy to remove from plastic surfaces, but it can rip the paper like I have on the curio cabinet.

Every deco item in the doll house has a little bit of this tape on it to keep it in place but I can remove and reposition those items as I wish.

I learned about both of these products watching people make those little room box kits years ago. You know those little bitty fabric things you're supposed to sew or use a wet glue to adhere and then wait for it to dry? This tape is an excellent alternative to that, too.

Like this kit, for example (https://amzn.to/3YCLz7Z), I would use Tombow Mono Multi to apply the wallpaper so it would go on nice and smooth, then use double-sided tape to put the fabric on the chair, adhere the table cloth, and make the little pillow.

[sinnershavesoulstoo]

I'm looking for fairly priced commissioned illustrators

I know I'm not super active on here much anymore, but I'm a busy little woman. (AKA a massive ADHD headcase who has 40 different projects going on that take up most of my time now)

Last year I wrote a children's book. I was going to publish it and it was 4 pages too short. Which is probably good for me, because it was a spur of the moment thing that I did in 2 months. I have the ideas for the 4 pages on sticky notes and I just have to finish up the wording.

I thought I was going to be great at doing illustrations on my laptop because it was touch screen and I'm fine at other art mediums. Turns out I'm only good at pen and paper drawings. Like - seriously - huge props to everyone that does digital art.

But I'm looking for someone to illustrate this 32 page children's book for me and let me buy the rights to your artwork. I don't expect this book to be a best seller, I don't expect this book to cost much once it's in print. Truth be told - I wrote this book for a friend as a halfway joke/to be encouraging for them, but I think it's actually good enough to be published. It would give me something to add to my small list of big accomplishments and I'd love to have an actual published book because it's been on my bucket list since 2016.

I'm going to be extremely transparent here. I'm new to all of this. I am not necessarily mad at my art work seeing as it was the first time I've tried digital art, but it could be better. I love the cover, the inside cover pages (they're the same drawing), and the dedication page. If I could find someone who could just take my artwork and redefine it, that would be ideal. I assume fine tuning someone's pre-existing work would be cheaper. This book means a lot to me, but I don't even make a living wage. I can pay someone between $200 and $250 to help me make this dream a reality. I know it's not really a lot of money for something this big, and it's likely a pipe dream - but I have to at least try to find someone who might want to help me out.

I would absolutely and very obviously add your name to the book as the illustrator. Again, since I'm not expecting this to be huge, I don't expect to have any/much profit from it - which is why I'm hoping to buy the rights to your artwork.

If anyone would be willing and is serious about this:

I will send you the book in it's current form and the extra pages I'm looking to add.

I'd love to look at your 'portfolio' to see if your art work is what I have in mind. If you decide going the route of changing my artwork a little is better, I'd love to see a sample of how you would change it.

I'll send you some form of communication other than Tumblr once we establish it's a good fit, because I don't get on here a ton! Likely an email address or my google information so we can share stuff more easily.

If you're into it and my monetary budget isn't enough - I can cross stitch, I have a few Squishmallows, I have a lot of mini brands, and I have a lot of starter Pokémon cards that I'd absolutely be willing to send to you as well.

TLDR: I'm looking for someone to illustrate/help illustrate a 32 page children's book that is a passion project of mine. I can offer between $200 and $250, plus some other collectable items I have at my house or a handmade cross stitch project (or all of the above). I'd love to buy the rights to your artwork and I'm happy to send what I have for the book so far if you're truly interested in helping me with this. I'd love to have reference art from you to make sure it's what I'm looking for!

[riddlesrhymesandfear]

Riddler, Scarecrow, and Mad Hatter headcannons for when they are put into an Escape Room with their crush. The assigning of pairs for the escape rooms are completely random, and by son coincidence they got put in the same one. How'd they react?

Summary: Mad Hatter, Riddler, and Scarecrow being randomly assigned to their crush in an escape room. (2nd person/ gender neutral)

A/n: I'd like to be the first to say that I'be never been in an escape room, so I apologize if any of these seem far-fetched. However, I was interested and had some minor ideas. And I may had gotten a little ahead of myself with Jonathan’s.. :))

*cutlass is a sword that was commonly used by sailors and pirates through 17th-19th century.

||> Mad Hatter

It must be fate—destiny's work, it must think you two are meant for each other! That's what Jervis thinks, but has some semblance of thinking skills to keep that to himself, even if it's very obvious how delighted he is to have been randomly paired up with you for the escape room.

He is one of those rare people that can actually multitask, so while he's going around the room with you looking for clues, he's chattering absently. It's nice, even if it may be a little distracting for you.

"—And you wouldn't believe the time it took, fixing the chips on my cards after that whole mess! It would've taken less effort to make new ones, of course, but they still had some use to them. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

You nod your head in response, pulling out on of the books from the bookshelf. The clue from the desk pointed over here, so surely it had to be one of these books— You stiffened upon feeling Jervis' hand on your arm, his other hand's forefinger out and running along the spines of the other books on a shelf higher. "What was the clue again?" he asked, eyes running along the titles on the binds before he looked at you.

Blinking away the surprise from a moment ago, you returned your gaze to the book in your hands. "'Among neighbors in a makeshift-complex, one stands alone with its call to adventure,'" you quoted, thumbing the cover of the book before sliding it back into its slot. Jervis hummed in reply, his hand leaving your shoulder to tap his cheek as he pondered. Your gaze flitted between the titles, before stopping at one in particular—above the title was a small illustration of a cutlass* near the top of the spine.

There was slight amusement on your face as you heard Jervis gasp right beside you, the man grinning as you opened the hardcover to reveal a sticky note on the first picture. "We've found the next clue!"

||> Riddler

Not sure if there's necessarily a "[clenches fist] Let's goooo!" meme, but if there is, Edward is internally the imbodiment of that. Not only is he in his element, but his crush is there, too.

He totally uses the situation to impress you, upturning clues left and right. You have to tell him that you're supposed to be looking for clues too, before he realizes. Despite his ego and trying to impress you, he's fun to work with, especially if you're skilled at escape rooms. There's plenty of times when you've both figured out a clue at the same time, or you figured it out before he did.

He says he was "handing it to you," [the clue] but you know better.

Conversation is exchanged while you and Edward look for teh next clue, suggesting possible answers back and forth. It wasn't long before you returned to the middle of the room, where a key inside a locked, transparent box laid on the center table. You had tried fiddling with it at the start of the session to see if you could find a loophole before abandoing it to look for the password.

"If you think messing with that box is going to give you the answer, then I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken," Edward says with a laugh. He's at the bookshelf adjacent to the door you both stepped into at the start of the round, slotting out and in the books and materials on the shelves in hopes he'd find a clue. A slip of paper, or some numbers scratched into the back—something to answer the four-digit code on the box.

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from the box before glancing around the room. Each bookshelf had been searched and moved for clues, each cabinet opened and rummaged through—your eyes flitted to the mirror across the room, some of the light from the lamps and the ceiling light reflecting off it. Nothing appeared off, merely reflecting the view before it, and yet you stepped forward, squinting for anything that appeared off.

Then it hit you: faint numbers mirrored from the wall behind you, barely noticeable if it weren't for the mirror and just the right lighting. You shrugged it off as discoloration at first, but you knew better now that the numbers 4, 2, 9, and 6 stared right at you. "Found you."

||> Scarecrow

I doubt Jonathan would've showed up to an escape room of his own accord, so maybe Edward or another rogue somehow talked him into it. Who knows how it came to be—all that matters is that he's there, and he's been paired up with you by random.

Jonathan is put together for the most part—except that he's a wreck on the inside, his default intimidation dampered by the heavy awkward vibes around him as you and him go around looking for clues. It's quiet, mumbling about where the clues could be and searching on your own.

When the first clue is found you two start working together, actually communicating with each other and thinking on the clues.

"42—that couldn't be a code or something, could it?" you ask, rummaging through a desk for anything that could hint to what the number was for. The escape room you were in practically screamed Jonathan's name—it was dark for the most part, save for a sole vintage lamp in the center of the room that bled light to the corners of the room, and was academic in aesthetic.

Jonathan stood facing the walls, studying them and the neighboring decor as he pondered over the clue. Just earlier the two of you uncovered a key from inside the desk, but it was far too small to fit into the keyhole for the door they needed to get through. His gaze drew toward a bookself, skimming over its contents boredly before he rose an eyebrow; while many of the books shelved were in an unusual manner with the spines facing inward rather than out, on the bottom shelf multiple books were shelved properly.

He kneeled down before the bookshelf and ran his finger over one book before pulling it out. It was an old book, but looked nothing out of the ordinary. He shelved it back the way it was previously, before repeating the action once more, twice more, before pulling out the fourth of the five. It was a hardcover with a book latch over the fore edge that required a key—a small one, he noted, as he glanced to wear the key was set on the desk you had abandoned to see what he had found.

“Found something?”

He hummed in response, standing up and you watched as he took the key from the desk and poked it into the book’s latch, unlocking it before opening the hardcover a few pages in. He flipped more pages before stopping at one, trailing his forefinger down the text before pausing half the page down, and looking up. You cocked your head slightly as you followed his gaze, coming to a halt at a painting of a tree and a group of black birds. “Jonathan?” you asked, looking at him once more as he moved, handing the book to you before making his way towards the painting. Your gaze fell to the book, skimming the pages for a moment to come across a line of text—she stood before a painting of ravens and a tree—only to look up as Jonathan unhooked the painting from the wall, turned it around, and revealed a key taped to its back.

[preyduo]

what are some ghostbur headcanons you have (im starved for content about my boy)

OKAY BET I LOVE GHOSTBUR :] umm these r kinda old and i posted them on my deleted main forever ago but yea hopefully thats okay!!

- he leaves blue on EVERYTHING he touches

- he doesnt notice when he forgets things, he'll mention something that happened and pieces are missing. c!tommy initially thought it was to be manipulative, but felt bad after realizing that the poor guy just has amnesia

- has little sticky notes everywhere in his little areas because he cant remember

- draws on himself with ink pens. it sinks through his skin due to it being semi-transparent, but he doesnt mind. he draws little stars and cat doodles.

- constantly humming, he wont know what youre talking about if you ask him. its just natural to him

- on the aromantic spectrum

- constantly reminds others to stay hydrated and eat, maybe its connected to limbobur not having resources in limbo but whos counting?

- he would LOVE allays. definitely. would think theyre the best thing ever. would try and befriend vexes and be extremely surprised whenever they attacked him

- soooo many friendship bracelets. so many. almost everyone on the server has one. most kept it even after he was gone

- LOVES cardigans. thinks that theyre lovely, ctommy agrees