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a timeline of fucked-up things that happen after ravi kills the ~ thing that was kind of but not exactly a bird ~
week 1: things go well. they go like......really well. weirdly well. they're not used to things not getting fucked over at least a little but like hell anyone's complaining.
week 2: the ship stops moving. every engineer and technician converges on it but they can't find anything broken. they can't even turn the ship to face another direction.
week 2.5: after almost two days straight of trying to fix a problem nobody can find, captain lorna russell sends out a distress signal. everyone knows they're too far away from any inhabited planets for anyone to hear them or be able to reach them, and nobody mentions it.
week 4, day 1, morning: the water systems stop working. investigation into the ship's water supply shows it's either dried up or contaminated. there is absolutely no visible reason for this. panic breaks out.
week 4, day 1, evening: crew members try to come to terms with their impending deaths. some are pretty calm about it. there are still fights sporadically breaking out but mostly it's just fucking sombre. dr. ravi eklund goes to the glaciology lab and starts cataloguing his research.
week 4, day 2, 5:40 am : dr. pradeep mishra starts to make everyone mugs of tea before remembering the water. he settles for handing out blankets to everyone who fell asleep in odd places instead.
week 4, day 2, 6:07 am: ravi throws away his fifth attempt at a goodbye letter for his former friends back home. there's no way for it to reach them anyway. they wouldn't want to hear from him if it did.
week 4, day 2, 7:00 am: it takes a few days to a week for a person to die of dehydration. ravi lies down in the glaciology lab and hopes it doesn't take him long.
week 4, day 4: everyone is severely dehydrated but so far, nobody has died. ravi leaves the glaciology lab. more crew members start to come across one another and realise they're still alive.
week 4, day 6: nobody is dead.
week 5: nobody is dead.
week 6, day 1: nobody is dead, and everyone's mouths are so dry they haven't even tried to speak in days. captain russell periodically sends out another distress signal with no hope that anyone will answer.
week 6, day 3: someone uses a tablet to write down what more of them have been thinking: this all started with dr. eklund and the bird.
week 6, day 5: maybe it's just dehydration... but people swear they're seeing things.
week 6, day 5?: ravi first sees the ghost of his dead best friend, dan.
week 6, day...6?: they hear things, too.
week 6, day???: ravi sits with the ghost. he isn't sure which one of them has been here longer.
week 7: nobody is dead, and nobody is coming for them.
week ???: there are shapes of monsters in the shadows. ghosts walk the halls. 200 crew members sit and wait to die. when they see each other, they can no longer tell if they're ghosts, too. some of them try fastidiously to keep a routine, some semblance of normalcy and reality, but even that is slipping. more and more of them just... stop.
week 8, maybe 9, maybe months and months and— pradeep mishra and ravi eklund sit on the observation deck and watch the stars. the shadows of creatures older and stranger than anything in their home galaxy float by above. they hold hands and sit shoulder to shoulder until they fall asleep.
week 8, or 9, some undetermined hours later: ravi wakes up. pradeep doesn't.
week— pradeep is dead. 198 other crew members are also dead.
week: day: year: dr. ravi eklund sits down among 200 corpses and ghosts, and prays to be next.
#↪ headcanons / worldbuilding.#i did in fact look up how spaceships move and steer for this post#then promptly went fuck it space fantasy horror rules#yes i am leaping over events that warrant a post of their own but i just wanted to put the full thing out there#u will all hear me talk abt these things many more times#idek what to tag this for#death tw#anything else just lmk
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making my mcytblr debut with some fic-related cletho art!
#cletho#hermitshipping#idk what other tags to use but im scared of putting this in their individual tags lol#just to be clear. never rpf here#uhhh lmk if theres anything else to tag im new here!#5 minutes after posting saw that someone else drew the same meme so uhhhh whoops. coincidence#early retirement au#etho#cleo#limewashedart
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spare some spy hcs? 👀
OKAY. ok. so i have been putting off answering this ask because i’m admittedly very shy and very afraid of sharing my headcanons. and also because i have A LOT OF THEM.. but here we are!
here are my headcanon spies :) René works for RED and Jacques works for BLU!
where to start, where to start… i have a LOT of headcanons for them, i’ll be talking for FOREVER here. i’ll just start with story because why not! xP
René’s parents were also agents/spies, so he was always destined to be one as well. And he lives up to his parents’ legacies! He’s most notorious for destroying gangs and mobs and the like from the outside in. He was brought to America years ago to take out a dangerous mob boss, but unfortunately found himself infatuated (and involved) with the boss’ daughter. Luckily for him, the boss’ daughter wanted the guy dead, too.
René’s story is honestly a lot more fleshed out than Jacques’, but here goes anyway:
Jacques’ father was a very rich and powerful man in politics. Jacques himself was the result of an affair, and to keep it hush-hush, his father decided to raise him. Raise is a strong word, though— but he did help his father gain intelligence and blackmail on opposing political parties. Jacques proved to be a promising spy since childhood.
If anyone has any suggestions/ideas for Jacques’ story, let me know haha x) he didn’t have the greatest upbringing per se…
last thing on this section i wanna talk about is the Scouts. René is related to both of the Scouts; he’s RED Scout (Jeremy)’s biological father, and he’s BLU Scout (James)’ adoptive/step-father. Jacques has no relation to either scout, but acts as a guardian figure to BLU Scout.
anyway, this is the part where i continue talking about other miscellaneous headcanons! and these come with doodles :)


You couldn’t catch René DEAD without his mask, or his suit! He’d neeever take them off around other people (‘other people’ is mainly just Scout. For obvious reasons.) Meanwhile, Jacques is pretty lenient in letting his teammates see his face! Everyone on BLU’s seen his face at least once.
A big part of why René refuses to strip down is also due to the fact he has a LOT of tattoos. No doodle for this one because I’ve yet to decide on what tattoos to put on him (ideas are very welcome!!), but yeah! Most of the tattoos were ‘forced’ onto him/he had to get for jobs and ‘fitting in’ with bad crowds, but a good few of them were of his own accord, too.
Jacques doesn’t have tattoos, but he has a myriad of another thing: scars! Lots and lots of scars on this guy. Faded and old, sure, but they’re there. Most prominent ones are the one around his neck (from when the RED Medic beheaded him) and the ones on his forearms (those are from the LAST time he was imprisoned— looong story…)


René doesn’t cook very often for his team, but when he does, everyone’s always BLOWN AWAY by this guy’s cooking! René’s really bad at taking compliments, though— (“Cooking food that’s remotely edible isn’t a compliment, it’s basic survival.”) —but rest assured he’ll be thinking about it for the next month. Jacques, however… Do NOT let this guy into the kitchen. Ever. The BLU base has a special fire extinguisher “In Case Spy Decides To Turn On The Stove”


oooh, this one is an hc and a HALF to me. René much prefers working alone. It’s just in his nature, being isolated and whatnot. He likes to deal with things by himself– maybe he doesn’t want to burden others? On the contrary, Jacques NEVER works alone. It’s a trait he’s had even before being hired to BLU. You never know when things could go wrong, so it’s best to have someone else to fall back to… or someone else you can blame!


these hcs both have something to do with how René and Jacques show their trust in other people :) it’s a bit convoluted but it gets there:
René is, amusingly, very bad at remembering names. Almost laughably bad. There have been many-a-story of his days before RED where he’d get a target’s name wrong, even after he’d repeated it in his head dozens of times over. Names are difficult for him, so if he remembers yours, it means you mean a lot to him! He prefers using his teammates’ names rather than their titles. René is unaware of how charming this specifc trait is to his coworkers (they saw how much work and effort it took for him to memorize their names, they’re just happy with how far he’s come!)
Jacques has a… to put simply, very complicated relationship with food. But the one thing he’ll never turn down is sweets. His favorites especially being chocolate bonbons. Jacques has a hard time eating in front of others, let alone sharing his food! But if he genuinely likes and trusts you enough, he’d have half the mind to share with you. Admittedly, he hasn’t brought himself to share with most of the members of his team yet, except for a select few. Mostly BLU Medic and BLU Sniper.
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and of course, eventually, EVENTUALLY, these two also become friends! it took a little bit but believe me, they both respect each other’s skill in their job :)
AHHg i could go sooo much longer about them— from things like their physical traits (how much teeth they have? it’s a pressing question) or different periods of their life (why did rené have to leave his family? why was jacques imprisoned for the last time?) BUT this post is so… so, so long. My fingers hurt from typing
If you’ve managed to read through this Beast, THANK YOU RAAHH!!! thanks so much for asking this, too. i hope to spare more hcs someday. hehe ^_^
#team fortress 2#tf2#spy tf2#tf2 spy#era.png#id in alt text#VERY LONG POST !!! very text heavy aaouhg#ok its taking all of my courage to make this post but i promised myself i’d get it out before i-#-turned nineteen LFJDKG. so. here they are :) rené and jacques my pookies…#UMM… idk what else to say here. thanks for asking and if you read this: THANK YOU ALSO ^_^#tumblr does NAWT want to format this post properly im going to pull my hair out#smoking#ask to tag#JUST IN CASE !!! there’s some slight implications of stuff here and there so if anyone needs anything tagged then feel free to lmk!#i also evidently have. a LOT of hcs regarding the BLU team. coughs. dont worry about that right now. Dont worry about it#era.txt#anon
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Corrupted Macaque based off @/Crooked_Bullet ‘s design on X!!
It’s inspired by Void Fiends in RoR2 >:)
Extra doodles + their character sheet under the cut!







I loved their design,,,a lot
#AAAAthis is from august I HAD SO MUCH FUN#like I had artblock June-July and this kicked me RIGHT out of it omfg#fanart#digital art#lego monkie kid#lmk fanart#lmk#lmk macaque#macaque#ror2 fanart#I haven’t played it tho..sorry#idk anything about it actually lmao I just loved their design specifically#so if u have any questions pls go check them out!! they only have X tiktok and bluesky from what I’ve seen#my art#drawing#clip studio paint#ror2#this is THE drawings where I started using the dry ink brush and it’s been CRAZYYY good for me#more expressive and textured..I love it#has a spray paint effect when u make it really big too it’s awesome#uhhhh idk what else to tag mm#anthro art#anthro#Lego monkie kid fanart#shadowpeach#(implied)#Sun wukong#purple#pink#YES I finally posted some old art on here lmao
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Idk if this has been done b4 but some stuff I noticed in the fiddauthor Sorry pic (aka overnalayzing it)
fidds took this photo is taken with his camera propped on a tripod stand, hence his writing on the back
ngl I think that's grass since bmu is hella poor + a goat being there already, meaning their dorm is located on the ground floor (or it's just a shag carpet. shrug)
judging by the ragged curtains, there used to be a window but was replaced with a whiteboard (from staff or prev freshmen?) maybe to stop the grass from growing with lack of sunlight? another option is that it is a window, but it doesn’t reflect anything outside. might be a white wall blocking it
fidds only drank a cup of coffee whilst ford drank at least 5 cups of coffee & 1 pitt cola (fidds putting the word coffee in quotation marks ("coffee") means he has never tried it/drunk it before, and is first introduced to the drink by ford. he's also possibly restricted from foreign drinks/was warned about coffee by his grandma)
upon ford arriving at their dorm they bonded immediately for 9 hours, them being outcasted by others, sharing similarities
other than proving their theory, they stacked the empty red paper cups to throw a ping pong ball (?) at, like bowling
on ford's bed, his blanket is askew & he has a horrendous pillow (maybe it's fidds?) also love how ford had the time to nail his guy crush carl sagan poster on his side of the room
there's no reason for the blankets to be askew like that (if they've been solely theory solving the entire time) + ford in his socks & green boxers, while fidds still kept his JEANS ON & cowboy boots ... they're not beating the queer allegaytions
they're both possibly each other's first friend (and best friend)
I don't think ford would be comfortable with taking off his shoes & pants like that with someone in the room unless they're someone he trusts (like fidds lmao)
this is ford's usual attire minus his signature trenchcoat, navy blue slacks, and his black dress shoes, also his sleeves are rolled up. girl atp just strip it all down
notice how only ford has sticky notes on him, this could mean: the original theory came from fidds so he wrote down the equation & put them on ford OR they both wrote down the equation & ford insists he put them on him to help figure it out OR he put the sticky notes on ford first then wrote the equations down (2 of which are on his tits. awesome.)
non-queer (aka boring) interpretation of ford's state: he accidentally spilled coffee & it left a stain on his pants & shoes, hence he took them off. or he just needed to piss! too much coffee. do whatever you want pines
feel free to make your own interpretation of this! these are mostly my headcanons anyway
#i am tired gn!!!#this is just an overanalyzation of this specific pic literally nothing else#if there's anything else lmk i'm curious#fiddauthor#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#ford pines#stanford pines#stanford filbrick pines#gravity falls#tbob#book of bill#this is not a website dot com#analysis#overanalysis
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scared of my own image
#once again really upset over the fact red images always get compressed so heavily i put So much effort into detail and so much gets lost#sigh#ANYWAY#EVERYONE MAKE CREEPIER CLIQUE ART NOW!!!!!#IM BRINGING BACK ALL OF 2016 BABEY#i imagine my art is only going to get more cursed from this point onwards bc i’ve been wanting to do this shit for Years#so apologies in advance#art2 and craft2#cliqueart#twenty one pilots#tyler joseph#tøp#clique art#this is My spin on the doubt mask#uhhh#cw teeth#cw spiders#cw trypophobia#cw arachnophobia#cw stomaphobia#if i’m missing anything lmk as it gets creepier i Will be upping my cw tag game#so pls lmk in advance if there’s anything u would like tagged too in case i end up drawing it !#will probs just get progressively gorier#and progressively more Creature#also yes this is also heavily inspired by lyrics from lovely and friend please#‘you say things with your mouth cobwebs and flies come out’#(except without flies bc it was too busy w the spiders and everything else)#and ‘you say that spiders crawled inside and made themselves a home’#i’m p sure i was thinking abt a couple of other songs whilst drawing this but i cant remember bc its late and i worked on this for a While
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WIP of an art nouveau Jay to cope with my insane workload this week
#the frame is sketched out but I might change it#it’s got the sun and some star maps bc yk she’s a navigator#I was thinking of adding some sprigs of flowers around#cypress for the grief of her sister#bilberry for her betrayal to the navy#trillium for bisexuality and I think it’s pretty#apple blossom for good fortune and better things to come#lmk if I should add anything else#jrwi#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#jrwiblr#jrwi fanart#jrwi art#jay jrwi#just roll with it jay#jay ferin jrwi#jay ferin#riptide tomorrow
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remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY
#submas#misfits au#<- it gets it own tag i might draw more. it's good#sketches#(if you want me to tag as something else lmk though i don't wanna encroach on your guys or anything)#BUT ANYWAYS. best fucking submas writer ON the planet the characterization is sooooo good to me. chefs kiss#like generally i'm not big into aus at ALL (especially ones that aren't super related to the source material and world)#but the worldbuilding is so interesting and the characterizations of ingo and emmet are sooo fantastic like genuinely phenomenal#in all of their works#I LIKE IT BASICALLY.#i wanted to do a scene redraw but i couldn't pick and because so much of what captivates me is the like. it's very emotionally driven#that a little more to me than the physicality of the scenes is what i like so much. so idk if i could do it justice LMAO#i've been following the story since it started being posted and it's just really good. probably my favourite submas fic#the author posted another chapter 7 wip today SPECIFICALLY for me 💖(<- not actually)
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Ah yes, go ask Tang for help. Tang, the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, who totally had a normal childhood ™.
Requested by @mythicalmagical-monkeyman (i just made it separate since it basically turned into a comic)
Typed out script under the cut:
Panel one:
Pigsy: There’s a lot more to Pig demons than people think…we’re like onions.
Mk: woah…
Panel two:
Mk: Grow!
Pigsy (Whispering): Kids can do that?
Panel three:
Sfx: Ring Ring- Chck
Pigsy: Tang?
Tang (over the phone): Oh! Hey, Pigsy, how’s the-
P: Hey, uh, do human kids have “powers”?
T: Uhhhh… Maybe?
P: Can you check?
T: What… okay.
P: …Thank you.
T: Thank me with food <3~
#lego monkie kid#lmk#speck art#my art#lmk pigsy#lmk mk#lmk baby mk#monkie kid fanart#lego monkie kid pigsy#lmk qi xiaotian#🐊request#baby mk is so much fun as a concept#he’s just a baby#Tang ends up coming over and Mk gets nervous and doesn’t do anything else for the rest of the day#Pigsy has no idea how kids word. much less human kids#Tang just is like that
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Typically, Billy sleeps in as little as possible, tossing and turning under his singular, navy blue sheet. The soft fabric somewhat mimics a loving touch. If you're drunk enough, that is. And tonight, he's definitely flying high. Something new was in Vicki's damn Halloween punch. As soon as he kicked off his shoes and shed his clothes like a second skin, he was out like a light. He doesn't dream. His subconscious is bitter. Empty. Cold. Not that different from hell, I'd imagine.
Something cold trickles down his spine, and he wiggles around trying to get it off without opening his eyes. Probably sweat. It's nothing.
Sunlight peeks out from behind lily-white curtains before he knows it. He winces as he sits up slowly, everything a blur. His head is pounding. Fuck. Morning already? What day is it? Fuck that, what time is it? How long have I been out?
A greedy hand rips his covers off him. He hisses, eyes wide. "What's the big deal?"
"You first," Steve Harrington says, his voice coming out pitchy and cracked. "Why are you naked in my bed?"
Billy sits up at that, groaning. He squints up at Steve. "I don't know," he admits.
"That's all you have to say? I'd say put on some clothes, but you puked on them, so I threw them-"
"You threw them away?"
"God, no! I probably should've. Relax, man, they're in the dirty clothes. You know, where dirty clothes go."
"Fuck off," Billy says eloquently, stifling a burp. "You like 'em drunk, Harrington?" He raises his eyebrows, which just makes his headache worse. Goddammit.
"Gross. I like them dressed."
"What was that?" Them? Is he saying I have a shot? I thought he was strictly into chicks. Hang on, is this a dream?
Steve grumbles something nonsensical under his breath, throwing a bunched up ball of formerly folded clothes at Billy's chest. "No, no, no, don't get up! Are you out of your mind?"
Billy shoots him a dirty look. Fuck you, he thinks. Fuck you and the sun. "Cut the theatrics. Nothing you haven't seen before. Didn't know you were such a prude." He shrugs off the sheet a bit when he shifts positions. He's getting bolder and he knows it. He knows just where to push. Sure, he's playing with fire, so what? Maybe he likes being burned a little more than he should.
"What, you mean the showers?" Steve still hasn't turned around. "Bold of you to assume I've been looking."
"I know you're looking now," Billy says smugly, kicking free from the sheet once and for all. Steve's bug eyes immediately find his chest, then trail down to his cock.
"It's small," Steve remarks, shrugging it off a strange smile tugging at his mouth.
Ignoring the urge to pound his face in for the sake of their game, Billy just bares a feral, forced grin. "Perv."
"How'd you even get in my bed, anyway?" Steve deflects, crossing his arms.
"Don't you remember bringing me up here?"
"I think I'd remember that. Was I any good?"
Billy nearly chokes on air. "Christ, Harrington, I was joking!" My face is red, isn't it. Flaming. Since when does Steve play like this? I'm gonna have to up my game.
And then he wakes up. For real, this time. But the smile? That fucker's real. So's the boner.
#ig this is lime??#idk i just live here#slight nsfw??? i guess???#erm#just wrote this a bit so and idk what it is#i thought it was going somewhere else ngl 😭#billy x steve#harringrove smut#harringrove#harringrove ficlet#my writing#did i miss any tags#lmk in case of anything
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assigning trevor hills american arcadia with ocd bc i have ocd <3 mine isnt existentialism related but his definitely would be. guy who is plagued by intrusive thoughts and is deeply fucked up by derealization
#american arcadia#fanart#art#trevor hills#angela solano#she's here just a little if u squint#yakitoriqueen's art#derealization tw#unreality tw#just in case#intrusive thoughts tw#lmk if theres anything else i shld add btw
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kirbytober 2023 11 + 13 + 17: another dimension + ancient + knight [ prev || next ]
wings.jpg the comic
scene from an AU where something happened and you hope it was a miracle, but probably not!
#kirbtober#kirbytober#meta knight#galacta knight#my art#my comics#awtdy au#cw violence#cw blood#this is my 'primary au' though i do have about another half dozen that stem from it lmao#it's actually a bandee-protagonist au because of course it is. i just think he deserves to be absolutely integral to plots!#sorry in advance to the soft galacta knight likers he is a true meanie here#but there is a happy ending!! just that it's... later. a lot later. but you know; eventually!! usually.#lmk if i should tag anything else? this is mostly canon-typical but i dunno what the threshold is here!
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gabi ‘m having thoughts about fairy!leehan. idk much abt fairy traps n things in the forest, jus’ that leehan would do whatever it takes to lure u into his realm so he can keep u forever and ever :( gets obsessed the moment he sees you out on a walk, twitches in his pants when you stray too close to his realm, dribbles pre all over his closed fist when you see the berries he enchanted just for you! he thinks you’re so naive :( anything could happen to you on these little strolls you take, you should be thanking him for always watching over you, protecting you. ur curiosity gets the better of you after passing his berry bush one too many times and u try one after an extensive google search to identity them. leehan grips his base to stop himself cumming seeing that juice staining your lips :( when the berries make you fall asleep, bind you to his realm and make you alllllll his, he carries you home. slicks his fingers up with honey and plays with every hole he can find, hooking his fingers behind the gummy insides of your cheeks, pinching and playing with your soft folds ‘til they slick up with something so sweet he wants to bottle it. gropes painfully hard to satisfy himself with the marks his rough touch leaves, abuses your skin with dark, blotchy bruises and drools all over you. jus’ imagine waking up covered in his spit and cum, all marked up by him :(( it’s all over your cheeks and eyelids, pooling in your belly button and every little divot in your pliant body leehan could find :( your nipples are so sore from his sharp teeth and he’s slobbering over your sensitive clit with his fingers curling experimentally in both holes :((( i don’t even know WHERE this idea came from but it’s haunting me it’s so hot and messy thinking abt being his little pet, having no choice but to let him experiment with your body while you sniffle and blubber about being stuck on his realm! jus’ imagine begging him to tell you how to leave and he looks up at you from between your thighs wide eyed n’ tells you maybe he’ll think about letting you go if you let him stick his cock into ur soft slick mouth and swallow his cum like a good little pet :(
pairings: leehan x f! reader
warnings: fairy! leehan + foodplay (the berry thing got me) + fingering + oral + squirting + somnophilia + monsterfucking (just in case)
💌: i think i’m going to pass out.. this is so delicious ‘m drooling
leehan’s cock throbs as he eyes the berry juice dribbling from your lips and down your chin, it stains your skin and the way your tongue darts out to lick the spillage makes him groan, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as lust clouds his mind.
it isn’t long before the enchantment takes its toll on your body; you grow sleepier, passing out soon after eating a handful of them and that’s when he makes his way over, admiring your beauty before taking advantage of the situation. he strips you of your clothing and it takes everything in him not to fuck into you immediately, it’s almost as if your wet cunt has him in a trance but he snaps out of it, wanting to use your body to play out his fantasies.
leehan kisses and licks your lips, moaning when the taste of sweet berries fills his mouth. he trails his tongue over your throat, stopping to suck hickeys onto the soft skin and he preens at the marks left behind, claiming you in his own way.
he kisses down your body, taking his time when he reaches your breasts, one of your nipples in his mouth as his fingers twist and pull the other, even palming your tit when he gets overwhelmed at the feeling. he’s never had the opportunity to touch a human like this and he’ll be damned if he doesnt explore every inch of your body.
the fairy grabs one of the fruits and bites into it, allowing for its juices to drip onto your pussy; drool slips from his mouth as well, a mixture of juice and spit making a mess of your hole.
he presses the berry against your folds, pushing and dragging it to spread the sweetness over your pretty cunt, eager to find out how you’d taste. lithe fingers make their way into your empty hole, coated in the wetness and leehan curls them inside of you, manipulating your body however he pleases.
the feeling of your walls clamping down on the digits is enough to drive leehan crazy, pulling them out and bringing them up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers of your arousal and you taste better than he could’ve ever imagined, swiping his tongue from knuckle to fingertip, savoring the flavor.
he grunts in annoyance when his fingers are free of the remnants, spreading your hole before eating you out; his nose bumps your clit as he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, tongue delving between your folds and slurping audibly to collect every bit of your mixed juices as he can.
despite being unconscious, your body reacts on its own; the pleasure causing you to subconsciously tighten your thighs and clench around his tongue. you whine softly as moans escape leehan and the vibrations are felt on your clit, sleepily tossing and turning the closer you get to your orgasm.
leehan thinks there’s absolutely no way he could ever set you free; not after tasting your cunt mixed with the berry. the taste on his fingers is nothing compared to the one straight from the source and his eagerness to make you cum sends you tumbling over the edge, your release painting his pretty face when you squirt for him.
hm, seems like you’d the perfect human pet after all.
#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: my fairy#i… dont know#i wanted to include fairy traits n write more about his wings but THE BERRY THING#couldnt think abt anything else#sorry if i said berry or juices too much 😭 theres literally no other way to word it#does this count as monsterfucking#idc ill put it in tags n warnings just in case#no bcs i was abt to charge my phone n then i read this and. now my phone is on 4 percent 😭😭😭 will be charging rn .#lmk ur thoughts on this pretty pleaseeeee omg#leehan#boynextdoor#leehan x reader#leehan smut#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor smut#💌.somnophilia#💌.monsterfucking#💌.oral#💌.foodplay#💌.fingering
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Dallus has subtle tells for when he's using his diaper. He's a fairly composed person and is good at pretending nothing is going on.
If he's peeing, he shifts his weight so his hips are ever so slightly pushed forward-I don't think he realizes he's doing it. His ears will droop the tiniest amount as his bladder relaxes, and as his padding warms he'll look to the side a little, because that's about when he realizes he's going mostly.
If he's loading his pamps, however, he notices the urge beforehand 9 times out of 10. He just doesn't really have time to react. His thighs tense, and he rolls forwards on the balls of his feet a little, trying to hold it in. His ears flatten just a little as he pretty quickly realizes that his mess isn't going to end up anywhere but in the seat of his diaper. His tail flags at the base a little; as he tries to keep it in a neutral position. He rocks back into a more neutral stance that's ever so slightly bent at the knees as his brow creases. And as the seat of his pants begins to sag, he straightens his knees again, because now that ball is rolling, nothing's gonna stop his mess coming out until he's done.
Again, unless you know these tells and movements you wouldn't see or notice it.
But a certain prince notices, every time.
#darling mumbles#diaper mention#dallus floros#im diaper brained abt dallus and specifically dallus having multiple accidents a day that he cant do anything about diaper brained at that#just ... ough...#omutsu#messing mention#wetting mention#lmk if you need anything else tagged
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Hello! I got an idea, ran with it, got it beta'd by @circusfable, and now here it is! I don't have a witty title for this one, it's just called... Out in the Field. Hope you enjoy! ---
They couldn’t breathe. Their already poor vision was blurring. Siffrin’s heart hammered in his chest as he took off running. He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t remember what he was doing, he just...knew he had to escape. Even though he tripped a few times, dirtying his pants and cloak, he kept getting up and ran further.
Finally, he collapsed on his hands and knees out into an open field, taking shaky, ragged breaths. But all he could feel was ice. Ice in his veins, his blood, his fingers. His brain screamed for him to get away, but his body screamed for mercy. Burning hot tears fell into the soft soil. Siffrin choked on his own spit as he gripped the grass. Begging the Universe to not send him back to the accursed loops. “Please,” he begged. “Please don’t send me back. I can’t do it again.” Footsteps approached. Siffrin whipped their head around, and saw Isabeau calmly approaching.
“Sif…” Isabeau sighed, sitting next to him. “Siffrin. What happened?” Siffrin hugged their sides, trying to wrangle the words out of their throat. All that came out was foolish stumbling and nonsensical noises. Suddenly, there was warmth. Isabeau gently placed a hand on Siffrin’s back, just below the shoulder blades. Siffrin took a breath, in and out. “I don’t know.” Siffrin gnawed at his lip. “I don’t know.” “Was it...a certain smell?” Isabeau asked. Siffrin shook his head. “Did someone repeat something?”
...Siffrin nodded, but didn’t want to repeat what he had heard. Hesitantly, he scooted closer to Isabeau, but he felt incredibly selfish. Selfishness corroded his insides. They squeezed their sides tighter to try and quell it. Isabeau then wrapped his arms around them, holding them close. “You’re out of the loops, Sif,” he said softly. “...B…” Siffrin winced, trying to make at least one word come out. One name. “Bonnie…?” “Bonnie?” Isabeau repeated. “Bonnie’s okay.” Siffrin released his grip on himself just a tiny bit, “Odile?” “Odile’s okay, too.” “M-Mira…?” “She’s good.”
Siffrin sighed with relief, hesitantly taking one of Isabeau’s hands into their own. And finally looked him in the eye.
His eyes showed deep concern, but reflected in them was the light of the stars. Siffrin clutched their head, tearing away from Isabeau’s gaze. “Hey. Hey hey,” Isabeau said softly. “I...I can’t…” Siffrin choked out. “Can’t...what?” He asked, tilting a brow at them. “I can’t look at them right now.” “Huh?” Isabeau looked around, then finally up. Oh. “The stars?” “I can’t look at them right now,” Siffrin repeated, fighting back more tears. “It’s okay, Sif. Do you want to come inside?” He offered.
Siffrin shook his head, gripping Isabeau’s large hand tighter. “We can stay out here; it’s fine with me.” He smiled.
They struggled again, why couldn’t they make normal words come out of their mouth? Sighing, they gave up, and pointed to their own chest. “Hurts,” they said. “Hurts…? Oh. Your heart?”
Siffrin nodded. “What’s making it hurt, Sif?” Isabeau ran his thumb across the back of Siffrin’s hand. Siffrin merely pointed upwards, sighing heavily. He then drew in the dirt, without taking his glove off. He drew himself, broken into multiple pieces, surrounded by stars. Isabeau examined the dirt picture intently, trying to decode it. “You feel...broken?” He asked. Siffrin nodded.
“It’s okay to feel broken, Sif.” Isabeau smiled. “What matters is you pick up the pieces and make something new out of them. Rebuild yourself, one step at a time.” Stars. He was crying again. Silently at first, then full on weeping. The dam fully burst, nothing was holding the onslaught of water back, now.
But Isabeau just held him tightly, rubbing his back. “You’re safe, Sif,” he whispered. “And...if you want, I can hug your pieces back together.” Siffrin clung to Isabeau, weeping. Even though Isabeau’s turtleneck was getting soaked, Isabeau kept holding onto him. Finally. Siffrin could speak again.
“Thank you,” they croaked,, wiping their face on their sleeve. “I...I don’t know what got into me.”
“It happens.” Isabeau shrugged. “Now...how about a nice hot meal?”
“I’d like that.” Siffrin smiled.
They both got up, Siffrin dusting himself off, and Isabeau still holding onto his hand. Isabeau glanced at the stars, wondering what about them exactly put Siffrin in so much anguish. But right now, Siffrin’s family was waiting for him. Tomorrow morning, they planned to go fishing. Siffrin and Bonnie would actually be the ones fishing, as Isabeau hates touching worms. Mirabelle and Odile would be there, too, and all of them would make many more memories. Memories that would replace the forgotten ones that cannot be retrieved. Out with the old, in with the new.
#isat fanfic#my writing#in stars and time#isat spoilers#tagging that just in case#isafrin#isabeau#siffrin#cw: panic attack#uhhhmmm lmk if i need anything else in the tags?
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Wukong and MK have such an intense bond they're truly on next levels of devotion and doing fucking insane things for each other like I hate it when people act like Wukong is like MK's parental figure because it's just inaccurate (that would be Pigsy) and whatever they got going on is so much more intense that fitting it into a familial box does it an injustice they just have top tier platonic wild energy without blood relation as any kind of excuse for it. Guys of all time
#and dont get me started on Macaque’s role in this trio too i just EXPLODES#lmk#lego monkie kid#kinda???#sunburst duo#it gets Worse in S5. Hee Hoo#listen i want more platonic relationships to be crazy over without people cramming it into a parent box bc. we have that. its pigsy#mentor and mentee doesnt need anything else!!!
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