#extra limbs tw

[sibmakesart]

When you find out your gf can grow extra limbs (and didn't find it important enough to mention)

[razzledazzle-pop]

Heard y’all like Sandal Slides or something uhh anyways some old sketches from 2020 from when I was trying to figure out how to draw/stylize them...

Tw for extra eyes and limbs

[thatquietkid108]

I need more spidery Spider-man in my life, gimme the extra limbs, mandibles, fangs, spider behaviour, crawling on walls and defying the laws of physics.

Fic recommendations are welcome!

TW‼️

I wanna read more about cannibalism because that's what spiders do, him having a full spider cave where he just cocoons people and webs up the whole area.

[browncesario]

went out to dinner the other night with my best friend from back home and our high school theater teacher and things got deep and restorative and my friend brought up that she's noticed me getting more confident and willing to stick up for myself in the past year or so and i talked about how since my sister died i just didn't have it in me to get pushed around as much anymore. and i like to say part of it was the conscious choice i've been making to be braver, to defend myself like she would've defended both of us. but it's more than that i think. it's like 50% of my brain is at all times managing this grief and the ptsd that comes with it. it's like i'm meditating all the time so i don't crack. drop out of grad school. kill myself. and so while i do think that has made me less willing to shelve mistreatment from or opportunities to be taken advantage of by friends and acquaintances i don't think it's changed my fundamental openness and willingness. it's just, you have to have asked about how i'm doing at least once. you have to have noticed that my sister is dead and everything is different now.

[sminny-wew]

Hey do you think since Barnaby, Poppy, and Howdy are all walk-around puppets that they’d get particularly bad body dysphoria from realizing there’s a whole-ass person inside them

[squidkidcelebi]

I’m a cute Chimera sewn crooked ←new!!

[cloudsrust]

i know it's been a while since the posts, but i'd like to say i love your cotl headcanon about sozo not being an ant. are you okay with others adopting the headcanon too, or would you prefer they don't?

Thank youu! And don't worry, even if they're old posts I'm still quite into CotL atm!

And you can absolutely go ahead and adopt it! I think I don't even have any right to gatekeep such an headcanon since I did see quite a few people with their own spider/tarantula!Sozo (I especially remember a black widow one). Plus headcanons are more fun when they spread around the fandom and others have their own go at them-! ^^

[dragons-and-magic]

THEY LOOK SO COOL!!!🤩

More spider tribe doodles!

[veiled-clan]

(This clan is made using the monstrous mayhem challenge (with turn based combat) in the clangen discord and using the accessories+ mod)

long ago, Veiledclan was blessed by the dark forest with "gifts", but these so called blessing demanded new forms, so the cats were transformed, and starclan wasn't happy with that, so they cursed the clan to be confined within their borders, living in perpetual leaf-fall

(this is very silly and I don't have a lot of thoughts rn so this lore is subject to change, mostly the details tho)

Introducing now, the cats of Veiledclan:

(I will make some slight changes on their designs in the future)

Goldstar, the leader of Veiledclan

He is 89 moons (at moon 0)

He is a mummy and has wraps in almost every part of his body, except the movable parts like joints, ears, etc and his skin is very very thin

An out of the box thinker and a good speaker. often defending those who cant fend for themselves. hes kind and loved by everyone on the clan

Skills:

Hipnotic, has a chance to knock out opponents for a few turns or make them unable to continue fighting the battle untill the end Opponent is knocked out for 1-3 turns.

Undead Resilience (+15 HP): These monsters can’t be stunned or hypnotized, but are usually quite slow (they aren’t the first to attack).

Emeraldgaze, the deputy of Veiledclan

89 moons old

He is a gorgon with snakes on his head and a rattle in his tail

He would kill anyone to protect his clan, despite the bloodthirsty nature, he's a beloved kitsitter

Skills:

Stone Stare: The user sends a harsh glare at their opponent, and if they make eye contact, they're turned to stone temporarily and frozen in place. If frozen in stone, the opponent is no longer able to battle unless the user of the ability is knocked out or killed.

Smokemane, the healer

57 moons old

He is a sphynx but more normal, with a cat head instead of a human one

He keeps the story of the clan and often goes out exploring and gathering herbs.

Skills:

Decipher me or I'll devour you: During 3 rounds he will say a riddle and freeze an opposing cat until they answer it, if they answer wrong, they take 10 dmg, if they answer right: 1 time: nothing happens. 2 times: nothing happens. 3 times: Smokemane cannot attack that cat anymore. (I created this one hehehe)

Featherfuzz, the mediator

35 moons old

He's a harpy, his front legs are wings and he has feathers instead of fur

He's a good speaker, despite his playful nature, and a good mediator

Skill:

Convincing song: makes an opponent unable to attack for a few turns or forces them to attack an ally

Inkyheart

90 moons old

She's a demon, with a demon tail, horns, spikes, wings and black scleras

A demon who found herself unable to leave the clan after the curse was set upon them, shes an eloquent speaker, often using that ability to get away with the trouble she causes.

Skill:

Manipulates shadows): -15 HP to opponent. There's a 25% chance of shocking or trapping opponents each time the ability is used, which will skip the opponent’s next turn.

Grayscales

86 moons old

A dragon, with dragon wings, horns, spikes and talons

A skilled heart-reader,who spends most of her time with Smokemane, passing on the stories of the clan

Skill:

Super Strength: They can deliver a -20 HP blow. There's a chance the opponent will be knocked out each time this move is used, thus making this ability-user victorious.

Nightsprout

56 moons old

A cow Centaur, with the upper half of a cat and the lower of a cow

A good storyteller, often seen entertaining the kits, and a good swimmer

Skill:

Super Strength: They can deliver a -20 HP blow. There's a chance the opponent will be knocked out each time this move is used, thus making this ability-user victorious.

Rustyleaf

23 moons old

A dryad, with plants growing from her fur.

A troublesome cat who dozes off easily.

Skills:

Photosynthesis: They recover 2.5 HP every turn (only in the sun-light, so battles during the day).

Scorpionpaw

9 moons old

A Manticore, with a lion mane, bat wings and a scorpion tail

An adventurous cat and a picky nest builder.

Skill:

Venomous: Similar to Cursed Bite, but they'll continually lose 2.5 damage instead of 5 until they flee the battle and are treated.

Glitterpaw

10 moons old

A very tiny pixie with dragonfly wings and a sparkly aura

The sneaky and oddly insightfull pixie, he loves to steal and hide the other cats trinkets

Skill:

Agility (-15 HP): These creatures are unusually fast! They’ll always attack first (unless facing an ability that nullifies theirs). They're twice as likely to avoid all attacks (making a 50/50 chance a 25% chance of hitting them).

[carbonfiction]

A little suprise

Summary: After another cosy Christmas morning shared together, it’s time for the gifts. Little things thoughtfully bought, wrapped and passed over. This year however, theres something else. Something you've meticulously managed to keep hidden for a little while now.

Master list. Words: 1.2k

Warnings: tw mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy announcement. (Chosen to tw this simply bc im aware of how tough it can be for those struggling with conception/fertility ect, especially this time time of year. i want you to know my heart is with you, your time will come🫶) Lumberjack Logan is a sweetheart, mostly just a nice lil finding-out-he’s-gonna-be-a-dad Logan fluff with a smiiiiige of swearing. Lo calls reader “momma”

The parasites in me yearned for origins dad Logan, so I had to write origins dad Logan. Or in other words, its Christmas and I desperately can’t stop thinking about that large man with a teeeeny tiny baby.. Tadaaaaaa <33 merry Christmas loves!

Christmas morning was always peaceful in the howlett household. It would begin with sleep laced kisses, limbs tangled together as you hold each other close. It's hours before either of you actually leave the bed, too warm and content with eachothers presence to even consider it.

But when you do the first place you go, after the bathroom of course, is to the kitchen. Logan begins breakfast- or nearer brunch by then. While you make sure the coffee machine is switched on and freshly brewing the hot liquid into your usual cups- a cheesy wedding present from a friend, mugs that read 'Mr' and 'Mrs'.

Then, once dinner is roasting slowly in the oven for later, come the gifts. All soundtracked by a movie playing in the background. Little things wrapped and passed over- for you comes a cosy pair of pajamas with matching socks that you'd pointed out a while back, along with a little hamper full of your favorite treats; a perfect mix of sweet and savory to snack on when the mood takes you; or when wrapped up tighter watching a movie.

While you gift him a fresh collection of cigars and workboots that offer a little extra comfort to those long days he spends at the yard on his feet.

But.. Theres also something else. Something you've meticulously managed to keep hidden for a little while now.

You steady yourself with an anxious exhale before you tap logan on the knee. "Theres one last one.." you say with a smile, quickly retreating to the bedroom and coming back to stand infront of him with a neatly wrapped box in hand.

Logans brow rises, a crease then wedging between them as he looks over the gift and its carefully tied bow. "Thought we agreed on a couple things each?" he murmers.

Hes right, you had agreed that, both having felt like each others company was all you really needed..

"Well, its a Surprise..” you trail, urging him to open it as nuterally as you could. Anxiety festering deep in your chest, part of you unsure just how this would go down.

Its silent as his fingers pluck and pull at the ribbon, deftly untieing it until its left in a pile besides him on the couch. Next is the lid, decorative tissue paper also following as his eyes rake over the unveiled contense.

"Sweetheart?.." logan questions in a whisper, fingers gently lifting out a pair of tiny booties and a matching flannel shirt; Both purposely mirroring items he owned. "what.. what’s all this?”

Logan feels his heart hammer in his chest, mouth going dry. are you telling him what he thinks you are?

“What’s it look like Logan?" you giggle softly, a hint of nerves in your eyes as you look down at him. You grasp an ultrasound photo and the positive test from the pocket of your sweats then, placing them in his hands over the little shirt.

You watch as his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, crease flying away from his brows as he takes in the words written on the test; illuminated by the soft glow of the tree lights. 'Positive'

“You-" he starts, words trembling dryly from his tongue. "you’re really pregnant?”

Tears begin to sting at your waterline as he looks up, your gazes meeting as you nod, bottom lip bitten tight between your teeth. "yeah, ‘m really pregnant.. gonna be a dad lo”

Sure, you'd had conversations in the past about this situation, had both agreed kids would be something you'd like to share one day, but you never actively began trying. Never fucked for the sake of conception. It had just.. happened.

A birthday celebration mixing with a slip up in taking your birth control- an accident you weren't sure you felt guilty for at this point, not with the look clouding over logans features.

Features soon shared by the little you or him growing inside you.

You wobble forward as Logans arms engulf your waist, pulling you toward him with the enthusiasm of a child receiving a toy they'd wanted forever.

Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, landing wetly on your fingers as they find home in the soft tufts of his hair.

“I’m gonna be a dad.." he murmers incredulous and full of wonder as his forehead presses into the fabric of your shirt. You dont know if hes talking to you or himself, but its just quiet enough for you to hear it through your now hiccuped sobs.

“Are you happy?” you sniffle, still slightly unsure. He feels you pull at his hair until his gaze meets you, chin resting gently on your ribs.

“shit sweetheart, yeah" he smiles and its bright on his face as he stands to hold you properly. Logans lips press against yours, the kiss filled with unspoken emotions as the addictive taste of him hits your tongue.

He holds you tightly at the waist for a few moments and its with trembling fingers he pulls back. His head dipping to look you in the eyes, touch twice as gentle when his hands come up from your sides to gently cup your cheeks. Calloused thumbs swiping at the tears that still fall "course I'm happy, are you?"

"Yeah. Yeah Im happy" you assure, teary eyes brightening. "beyond happy even"

A grin lights logans expression as he looks down, glittering as bright as the Christmas lights surrounding you.

"You know, I was.." he starts, clearing his throat as it crackles with emotion. "God i was just thinkin what a pretty momma you’ll make but.. you already are a momma huh.." one of his hands move again, deft fingers creeping under your shirt now until his large palm sits gently against the small swell of your stomach. Your heart skipping at the feel of the cool metal of his wedding band. "growing our kid in there..”

“Well, it’s technically sill early d-“ you go to say, but he cuts you off. “Your glowing already you know that sweetheart?"

His lips find yours again, fingers still cupping your jaw as his next words press against your mouth in a soft coo. "My beautiful girl.. Our baby's gorgeous momma"

Your arms wrap around his neck, swaying gently as love drunk grins adorn both your faces. The room filled with a new kind of excitement. A memory made you know both of you will remember forever. “i Love you Logan...” you affirm, hushed.

"Love you more sweetheart, like you wouldnt believe." he honeys back softly, stroking his thumb over your belly again "Giving me the damn world here"

Its silent then for a while after, appart from the crackle of the fire. Post dinner you both rest full, wrapped up in each others arms on the couch. you lying curled onto his chest.

Your fingers alternate drawing shapes and drumming on his left pectoral, wide grins still adorning your faces as you peek over at the test, photo, boots and flannel still sitting on the coffee table.

You hum softly then, breaking the silence with a simple whisper of his name. "Logan?"

He responds just as quiet, hand still not having left its new home on your tummy. "Yeah sweet girl?"

"Once i get huge.." you start with a teasing glint making logan cock a brow as he listens. "Im reserving the right to be carried around the house.."

That makes Logan chuckle, the louder rumble shaking beneath where you lay as you too break into a fit of giggles.

He shakes his head, lips kissing your hair softly as he speaks, still deeply amused. “Whatever you want momma, whatever you want."

Is this my best work? Fuck no, fluff is my kryptonite. But Was it a sweet thought? Yeaaa..

[flowerthornsart]

OMG this design is super cute, I love ittttt!

wolf spider oc designed with a friend :)))

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Jealousy, Implied catcalling, Harassment, Cannibalism?? Implied Biting, Possessiveness

Description: Alastor realizing the price he pays for having a total fox as an S/O

LOOK

Alastor is happy to show you off, you're his delicious, tasty, mouth-watering babe of a partner

He likes seeing the envy on other's faces when you two are together, likes having you on his arm

Love love loves having your attention solely on him, ignoring the rest of them

He loves rubbing the fact that you're his and his alone in everyone's face, he practically dangles you in their drooling faces just to snatch you up for himself in front of them

What Alastor doesn't love is when people try to take you for themselves, or take your attention from him

Or when they make you uncomfortable/annoyed/sad/the list could keep going

You often were catcalled or sometimes even followed when you walked alone, thirsty demons drooling/hooting over you as you walked by

It's all Alastor can do not to simply just hunt down every single offender, knowing you can take care of yourself

But still

You only need to ask

He never really imagined anybody would make a move on you until it actually happens

He only stepped away for one moment and when he came back some idiot was already flirting with you

Like backed you up against a wall while trying to win you over kind of flirting

Saying filthy things that made Alastor's skin crawl when he pictured it

You looked bored and annoyed 😒 arms crossed defensively over your body(any extra limbs are also tucked in close)

You were hardly listening, perking up once you saw Alastor coming back, moving to meet him halfway

Alastor knows you're tough, knows you can take care of yourself, but when he sees them actually go to make a grab at you

Motherfucker-

Not him physically ripping the offender away from you

Not him using his power to hold them down while he punishes them for even thinking of touching you

Just when he's about finished he'll ask you what their real punishment should be, leaving their fate in your hands

He just wants to please his lil boo-thang

If you choose mercy then Alastor will simply toss them aside and loop his arm with yours, continuing your day as if nothing had happened

If you don't choose mercy then Alastor will gleefully devour them right in front of you if, not even hiding the fact that he's showing off his more monstrous form

Then it's right back to whatever you two were doing before

"No, don't kiss me until you wash your mouth out!"

Maybe is a little more...clingy...after realizing that others are drawn towards you just as he is

He love hates how attractive you are, almost whining about it at times when you two are alone

As if you even asked to look so fine

Can't you just...always stay in the hotel or something???? No????

Maybe wear a collar that says "Alastor" on it???

Um no bitch

Bby why

Let him give you bite marks and hickeys for everyone to see??? Just a few~ He'll be so gentle~ Won't taste your super tasty blood at all~

Okay maybe you two found a compromise

"Alastor w-wait~ Not there~"

Not him biting you in public to mark his territory

Your mans is FERAL

[tired-and-ticklish]

Employee Training

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this. 

Summary: Jax isn’t taking his job seriously, so Gangle decides he needs some extra… training.

TW: Tickling (maybe a bit intense?), Restraints, Jax Being Jax, Spoilers for Episode 4: Fast Food Masquerade.

(Let’s face it, a lot of us saw that scene and were all thinking the same thing.)

Working a normal fast food job wasn’t at the top of Jax’s list of adventures. He’d rather be back at the circus, putting more centipedes in Ragatha’s room or stealing Zooble’s parts. But instead, he and the others were forced to work a terrible minimum wage job with an annoying Gangle as their shift manager.  Hell, it was the crybaby’s idea in the first place!

“Ooooh Jaaaaax~!” Speaking of the pain in his tail, Gangle called out from behind the rabbit, that stupid smile from the mask Zooble gave her still plastered across her face.

“The bathroom looks like a biohazard and needs a good scrubbin’!” Gangle told him.

“Shouldn’t like, a biohazard crew take care of that?” Jax asked, not wanting to put in anymore effort than the job was already requiring.

Gangle laughed. “Ohoh, Jaxy boy, don’t you want to be a model employee?”

“No, I don’t care about any of this.” Jax responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a can-do attitude to me!”

God, was she getting more annoying? “It’s not.”

Another laugh, simply followed by one word. “Bad.”

“I like you better when you’re sad.”

There was a sound, like glass cracking, but Jax ignored it. Honestly, the whole ‘chipper, happy-go-lucky’ attitude Gangle had at the current moment was making him wish they had stuck to the butcher adventure Caine suggested in the first place. Darn Pomni, darn suggestion box, darn not being able to actually swear in this Hell hole called a circus.

“Well..” Gangle replied, Jax either not noticing, or more likely, not caring, how close she sounded to strangling him. “Maybe you need some more…”

She paused, like Caine did sometimes, it was a bit uncanny to see. “More-”

“Training!” Gangle interrupted before he could finish.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed Jax, squishing him like a squeaky toy before dragging him into the back of the restaurant. Once they let go of him, Jax was shocked to find himself in a completely empty, dark room, save for the TV that suddenly turned on. On it was an employee training video, complete with the ‘motivational music, staring and made by Gangle, explaining how it would teach him how to be a good team member and asset to the cooperation.

Jax questioned when Gangle even made the video. Or maybe it was Caine’s doing? The adventures made no sense, so why did he expect a ‘normal’ one to make sense? The way the Gangle in the video spoke made Jax uncomfortable, talking about how dreams were unrealistic, and to stop trying. It was like she was losing it.

“But before we get into all that, first things first!” The Video-Gangle asked, smiling. “Are you smiling?”

“Uh, no…?” 

The music stopped. “Why not…?” Gangle wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring right at him.

Faster than Jax could respond, he was suddenly in a chair, four mechanical arms coming out and grabbing his limbs. They twisted him a few different ways, before shoving his face right into the TV. “Wait- Wait wait! N-Nobody can see this… right?” Jax asked nervously, suddenly regretting any and all decisions in his life that had led to this moment.

“Time for your employee reevaluation!”

With that, the robotic limbs pulled Jax back into the chair, his arms pulled up as far as they would go, his legs pinned down to the leg rest. Jax’s eyes darted around the room, trying to see anything he could use to try to free himself. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop whatever Gangle had planned for him. 

“As an employee, you have to remember to smile!” The video continued, Gangle sounding more and more manic. “Don’t worry, we can help you with that!”

More arms popped out of the chair, Jax feeling his heart skip a few beats when he saw what the hands were doing, wiggling their fingers at him teasingly. Gangle couldn’t be serious, right?! His dread only grew as two of the hands removed his shoes, another unbuttoning his work shirt.

“G-Gangle wait wait wait! I-I-I’m smiling! I’m smiling!” Jax cried in a panic, trying to pull his arms down. “Y-You don’t have to do this!”

The Video-Gangle tsked lightly “Silly, we have to make sure our employees know that we serve with a smile~!” A sinister giggle came from her as she said that.

Jax swore he was going to find a way to break that plastic mask Zooble gave her! However, his thoughts of revenge were put on hold as one of the hands made a few test pokes to his stomach, causing him to jolt. This was bad, the way Jax’s body had been designed in this digital world physically made him unable to bite his lip, so that strategy was out the window. Seems like the jolts he made were all the hands needed, descending upon him.

“W-Wahahahit wahhait nohhohohoho!” Jax snorted, trying to twist and turn away from the devilish hands.

“See, isn’t that better~?” Video-Gangle asked, her ribbons wiggling as well “I’ll check on you in a while!”

A while?! How long was a while?! The darn clock seemed busted, what if he was in there for hours?! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Gangle, or the robotic arms cared, the TV turning off as a pair of hands attacked his armpits.

“N-Nohohohoh nohohoho come bahahahack!” Jax pleaded. “I-Ihihihih’m smihihihihihling!”

The robotic hands continued their assault, gently tracing around his armpits, while the ones on his stomach dug right in, causing him to attempt to kick his legs. They hadn’t exactly gotten to his absolute worst spots yet, but Jax had a feeling it was only a matter of time. His paws were exposed, and he could swear he could sense two hands just behind his ears, waiting for the go-ahead to strike.

“Cohohohohome ohohohohon!”

He really hated how much they could actually feel in the circus sometimes. Sure, it was funny to see the others in pain, or watch their panic as he attacked their own worst spots, but having the tables turned on him? It also didn’t help that, thanks to Gangle, the arms knew exactly where his worst spots were, and how harshly or softly to tickle them to drive him up the wall. 

Case in point, one hand swirling a finger right on his navel, threatening to tickle the inside, while also cruelly never actually doing it. The ones on his armpits spidered up and down, even attacking his ribs at a few points. Jax wasn’t sure how long the tickling had gone on for, before the TV turned back on, Gangle’s face smiling at him. The hands stopped, allowing the rabbit to catch his breath. The relief Jax felt was short-lived, however, as the Video-Gangle spoke again. “Step one of your employee reevaluation is complete!” Gangle told him, sounding proud. “Now that you’re smiling, we’ve got to work on your attitude! Being rude to customers, or other coworkers, especially by throwing them in the deep fryer, is strictly forbidden at Spudsy’s!”

“Come on, it’s not like Rags was hurt all that badly.” Jax tried to argue, before immediately regretting it as he noticed the arms were grabbing something just out of his field of vision, making him dread whatever would be next.

“That’s the kind of attitude I’m talking about!” Video-Gangle huffed, before smiling again. “So, I thought you could use some extra motivation!”

Jax’s heart, or, what he supposed he could call a heart in this digital body, nearly stopped as the mechanical hands came back with paint brushes.

“Oh… [trumpet honk]...” The rabbit responded in disbelief. “Y-You’re not actually [quack]ing serious, r-right?!”

Unfortunately for him, Gangle was dead serious, as the paintbrushes glided up and down his paws, making him snort. The pair of hands by his head also got in on the action, softly, slowly, and tortuously rubbing up and down the insides of ears, making him scream out in ticklish agony.

“GA-GAHAHAHANGLE NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Aww don’t worry, I’ll check on you in a while again!” More random noises came from Jax’s mouth, trying to swear, but instead there were a few more musical instrument noises, a car honk, and even a cow moo at one point. That only seemed to encourage the hands to be even harsher toward him, one of the paintbrushes going in between his toes. Jax howled with laughter, trying to twist and turn away from his fate.

“IIHIHIHIHIHIH HAHAHAHAHATE THIHIHIHIHIHIS STUHUHUHUHUHPID AHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHENTURE!”

Jax then let out an uncharacteristic squeal as he felt feathers brushing up and down his ears. This was maddening! As the paintbrushes picked up their pace, Jax felt a horrible thought enter his mind. Would Gangle actually let him out of here? Or would she just keep him there until the end of the adventure, making sure he couldn’t destroy anything or cause problems for anyone else? “P-PLEHEHEHEASE PLHEHEHEHEASE IIHIHIHIHI’LL BEHEHEHEHEHAVE!” Jax cried out desperately.

It seemed to work, as the tickling suddenly stopped, the arms releasing him. Jax caught his breath, feeling a few phantom tickles linger. He brought his hands up to his ears, trying to rub the tingling sensation away as the TV turned back on.

“Thank you, valued employee, for deciding to be a team player!” Video-Gangle told him, looking happy, proud, and… relieved? Maybe Jax was imagining things. “Of course, here at Spudsy’s, we respect our employees needing time for themselves, so you may take a few moments to get yourself together before heading back out there!”

Small mercies, Jax supposed. “You’re uh… not going to tell anyone about this, right?”

Video-Gangle simply giggled, before the TV turned off once again, leaving Jax alone with his thoughts. Well, he supposed this made both of them even, in a way. Jax knew about the figurine thing, and Gangle managed to make him beg for mercy. He shook his head, getting his dumb uniform back in order. Once he was more composed, one of the large hands from before gently pushed him out of the room and back into the work area, patting his head before disappearing to God knows where.

Back to work, Jax supposed.

[hugemilkshake]

Yan Shadow milk x Gender neutral reader? (Oneshot)

Enjoy the milkshake! I brainstormed this for a while but I came up with an idea, I would wait for the smilk update but I’m not that patient

Idk if this reads off as yandere sooooo-

Just a little TLC

-Romantic or Platonic-

!TW! Under the cut will be themes like obsessivness, harming another and trying to change someone’s identity ig?

Boring. That’s the best way Shadow Milk could describe Pure Vanillas life. He’s been watching the fool for years now and while it’s fun to see his guilt and stuff but something interesting needed to happen!

That’s when Pure Vanilla met you.

At first you weren’t anything special, just some cookie who was dragged to Pure Vanillas Kingdom by the brave kid. Honestly you were quite boring.

But that aided in your appeal! You were so basic that Shadow Milk started to feel an… itch. An itch to make you interesting, an itch to turn you into something entertaining!

The thought of you being something more consumed his thoughts, you looked nice, but not unique enough. You’re personality was fun, but not fun enough!

You needed a little TLC, and that was fine! He was going to help you stand out and be the most interesting and amazing cookie to exist!

He’d make sure of it.

—————————————

You put your hand on Pure Vanillas shoulder in a panic, he wasn’t moving, he was just blankly staring at the tree. The seal had been broken and there was a chill in the air. But then… it felt like the chill was in your dough. The coldness of your dough and others checking on Pure Vanilla broke him from chance.

Everyone was tense, this Shadow Milk fella was ominous. You felt his gaze on you. It was locked onto you. You shifted around uncomfortably, the cookies around you noticed this. Elder Faerie stepped infront of you, he seemed determined yet a little part of him was anxious… I wonder why…

“Ah this is quite the audience! I will need a volunteer for my show stopping performance though! Now who to choose..” Shadow Milk looked at everyone like he was going to pluck someone away for his “performance”

There was a strong pause before you felt your limbs being pulled up slightly, before you felt yourself get jerked up harshly.

“Y/N COOKIE!” As strings dig into your skin, Elder Faerie jumped up to try and grab your hand, but you slipped away from him like sand

“Now you look like you’d be a good puppet! Although… you need some extra flair, but don’t worry about that! I’ll fix your right up so you’ll be perfect!”

You felt a chil go up your spine as a darkness crept into your mind. Your vision also blanked out.

….

…

..

.

You woke up with concerned eyes on you, and a burning sensation in your arms. Pure Vanilla was looking over your arms. “What… happened…?” You questioned, there was a silence, no one was expecting you to not remember what’s happened, but Strawberry Cookie spoke up

“You became one of Shadow Milks Puppets… I don’t think things went well for you..” she gestured to your arms. You looked down and saw that your arms were cut up, presumably from those strings from earlier

You saw that you were a mess, your hair felt messy and not to mention that some of your clothes had been switched to more of a jester like outfit.

“What about Elder Faerie…?” Everyone was quiet. You could feel your heart sink. He was gone. But no one wanted to break the news… you felt tears starting to prick at your eyes.

You were sacred. You were confused. You wanted to go home, but with the crashed airship…

Home wasn’t an option.

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Finally. You were in Shadow Milks grasp, you can finally become the star of the show that you were meant to be! Oh all the ideas that he had for you!

You were going to be perfect!

But… there was an unexpected issue…

You were too unique.

Everything about you was boring yet not, no cookie looked like you, it was hard to decide what to change about you because you were so perfect yet imperfect!

It irritated him.

Shadow Milk had been planning on this for months! And now that your here he can’t bring himself to do ANYTHING

He tried changing your outfit and hair style, HELL he even tried making you act out a scene of you laughing at the fools trying to seal him away and save you but it felt wrong. It frustrated him.

When those pesky cookies got closer to him it enraged him more. Everything was going wrong. He even threw you around a couple of times, your arms had jam on them and Shadow Milk swore he felt some form of remorse after it but it couldn’t compare to is anger.

When you left his grasp it felt like a relief yet it felt painful. Seeing Pure Vanilla heal you made his jam boil.

But WHY?

WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT YOU?

One way or another… Shadow Milk was going to find out….

[guesswhoitsn]

Netflix and Chill

Themes: Fluff Pairing: Paige X Azzi TW: Swearing, Suggestive Content Words: 518 Let's get back into writing shall we LMAO , this is my first time writing on tumblr so please tell me if anything is messed up grammar/formatting wise!

_ "Netflix and chill, huh?" The teasing coming from the curly haired brunette is what makes Paige side-eye her best friend after giving back the microphone to the interviewers with a 'thanks' as they walk away. The hallway seeming much emptier without the interviewers and extra media attention. "Don't even, you said the exact same thing as me, Az." The blonde can't help the grin that shows on her face, blue eyes locking with crinkling brown ones. "I said it because you said it." Azzi nonchalantly shrugs, shoulder rubbing against Paige's as the duo continues their walk side by side. Their conversation slightly hushed despite being the only ones around. "Uh huh, Miss, hard is more satisfying." Paige allows her grin to grow once the flush of her girlfriend's cheeks begins to brighten, tanned skin showing a fair amount of rose tint to it. "What was that all about?" Paige continues with a husk, teasing the younger girl more as she moves to intertwine their hands, bringing Azzi's up to ghost her lips across the back of her hand. "What? Hardcovers, are more satisfying to me." The emphasis that Paige hears from the other only solidifies her belief that, that was not at all what Azzi was referencing and with a small shake of her head and laugh, Paige tightens her grip on the others hand softly, smirking when she feels Azzi lean more into her as they walk. "Guess lucky you, you don't ever have to try and deal with something soft." The innuendo is clear as the older girl speaks, earning a slight shove her best friend which just sparks her laughter more. Paige barely stumbles before she's back in her prior position, standing tall as Azzi leans into the other. As the music begins to become louder, and the end of the hallway comes into view, Paige starts to let go of the other's hand, reluctantly beginning to maintain the role of best friends once again for the crowd around them. However she freezes once she feels a tug on her hand, Azzi keeping the two limbs intertwined as Paige turns around towards her, eyebrow raised before blinking when she feels the quick peck of lips against hers. With a taste of her own medicine, Paige's own cheeks light up a much brighter red against her pale skin, Azzi's own dimpled grin shows as the younger lets go of their intertwined hands, walking past the taller blonde. "W-What was that for?" Paige gets out as she starts to move again, staying by the other's side as they begin to enter the concert venue, heart speeding up not only due to the blaring music and atmosphere as she knew right now, that was the last thing on her mind. "I don't know what you're talking about." Azzi states simply, hands folding behind her back before the two reunite with her own mother and family, the brunette missing the way that her girlfriend's eyes had never left her back until Usher began preforming his second song. Don't let that girl fool you, Azzi fudd, was a menace.

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 08

Laughing Jack x Male Reader - Wet Dream/Somnophilia

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Somnophilia, gentle non-con, anal, creampie, wet dreams, dream manipulation, forced sleep, praise, size difference, analingus, rimming, felching

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.6k

It’s not your fault that you’re always coming home from work to the point of exhaustion, being overworked every shift.

And it’s also not Jack’s fault you’re just so pliable in that state…

He can’t help himself, can’t bring himself to do the morally right thing and leave you to get a good night's rest- not when you’re only wearing an extra baggy shirt with nothing but boxers underneath.

You’re just too handsome. Your skin is so soft, your hair smells so good, your ass is the perfect shape, your moans are so lovely, and your cum is just so sweet- the list could go on forever.

Everything about you is perfect- especially the way you never know he’s there. Completely oblivious, completely at his mercy.

“Hello, my love…” The clown purrs, perching his long limbs on your dresser and watching silently as you settle and turn in your sleep. Your soft snores are so cute, eyelashes lay so elegantly on your freckled skin. He could just sit here forever watching you like this. But his cock twitching painfully in his slacks urges him forward, his breathing growing uneven.

In the silence of your dark bedroom, the only light is the humming static of the television nestled in the corner, the white light illuminating your sleepy features and flushed skin. Jack wants to take his time, wants to ease you in- you just make it so hard when you’re practically beckoning him in every night.

Adjusting in your sleep, you round onto your side, curling tight as you hold your pillow. Jack presses in, the bed dipping under his weight as he slides beside you.

The clown can feel you stir when he presses against your back, wrapping his long arms around your torso and pressing your back against his large chest. He swallows you whole, intertwining his legs with yours and holding you tight.

It doesn’t help that you lean in, arching your back into his and pressing your plump ass against his crotch. Jack has visited you enough, spent his nights in this bed enough that your body comes to expect him- craves him. He can see it, can sense it in the way you breathe just a little slower when you feel his weight.

The clown knows you need him, maybe even more than he needs you- but he wants to make it a little easier, a little more enjoyable.

It’s always the same dream, always the same release he wants to give you. Your head feels so heavy, unconsciousness lingering deep in your brain as foggy images circle. The clown manipulates your dream, phantom feelings of warmth around your limp cock or a warm tongue running up your skin. He’d show you anything you wanted, anything that made your hips jerk and press back against him.

“Wanna make you feel so good, love…” He hums, the feathers from his collar tickling your skin as Jack buries his face into your neck. Pressing open-mouth kisses against your neck, he slides a claw up your shirt, palming at your warm skin underneath.

Pinching his claws against your skin, you huff, gasping at the sensitivity. Jack groans, breathing in your sweet scent as he rides your shirt up, pinching at your nipples. You’re so much smaller than him, fitting so perfectly.

Rutting his hips gently, Jack reaches to undo his suspenders, sliding the straps off of his shoulders. He’s so enveloped in your taste, your sweet skin warm under his eager tongue as he nips and bites at your neck. You’re gasping, the clown tugging your shirt up and over your head to get better access to your shoulder.

“So lovely… so warm…” Burying his face between your shoulder and the extensive amount of pillows you have swallowing you both, Jack can feel you stir, shifting against him. He flexes your dream, pressing more lovely feelings into the haziness of your mind and leaving you a softly moaning mess. Pressing his claw against your stomach, you settle back, pressing the roundness of your ass perfectly on his clothed cock. The clown huffs, minding his nose as he licks a stripe behind your ear, goosebumps freckling across your legs. It doesn’t go unnoticed the way your cock twitches instinctively beneath the thin fabric of your boxers, the clown smiling.

“Hard already? It’s alright… I know what you need…” He grins, the deep sigh you let out when his claw slips beneath the band of your boxers egging him on. Your thighs instinctively part, his large hand swallowing your wilting cock, pumping it so gently- just enough to make your hips jerk with the motion. He’s meticulous, dragging each pull with gentle, thorough movements. You grind back against him, completely oblivious but absolutely thriving in the stimulation he’s providing you.

“Good… Just like that…”

Jack wants to wake up you, needs to see your face as he provides you with every amazing feeling- but he knows it’s not time yet. The clown is keenly aware of how you never look for a relationship, never finding the need for a hookup, or any sexual release because he provides it for you every night. Your body doesn’t want for anything because everything is already given so graciously by him. Your body needs him, your mind needs him… So, he’s willing to stay under the cover of nightfall to happily provide.

Pushing your boxers past your plump ass, Jack is repositioning, tugging the covers further down as he slinks between your thighs. Rolling you onto your stomach, the clown helps you relax into the pillows, hugging one close to your chest as the glow from the television kisses your features. He smiles, pulling your boxers off of your ankles and tossing them to the side.

Cupping his arms under your hips, the clown lays on his stomach, his large figure nearly too big to fit on the bed, but he makes it work. You’re so encapsulating, back arching just enough to display your puckered hole, so pretty and mouthwatering. Jack brings himself close, his claws digging into the mounds of your ass and tugging them apart to give him better access. He’ll try to be gentle, adding a little more pressure to the dream he’s concocted in your head- just to make sure you don’t wake up.

Slipping his tongue from between his spiked teeth, the long muscle takes a long lap against your warmth. You gasp, exhaustion heavy on your body as you press back, knees digging into the soft covers. Your shirt is riding up your back, little marks and half-faded bruises from previous encounters placed meticulously so you wouldn’t be able to see them; they’re only for Jack to admire, in this position specifically.

Digging his nails into your flesh, he goes in again, his tongue forcefully bullying against the tight hole. You’re huffing into the pillow, rutting your hips back lazily the more he has to work. No matter how many times Jack works you open- fucks you open- you’re always so tight and he loves it. It takes some force, but finally the warm muscle slips in and he smiles at the long groan you let out. You taste so good, so warm, and tight around his tongue. Clasping his lips down, he presses in further, letting his eyes flutter shut as the clown gently eats you out.

He takes his time, soaking up every writhing and jerk of your hips, capturing you with every slide of his warm tongue against your insides. The muscle is long, reaching deeper and pushing pressure against your walls- you feel so full, unable to really press back far enough to reach that lovely spot inside. 

Jack can read your impatience, massaging your ass while his saliva builds against the tight ring, preparing you for him. Your wonton cries muffle into the pillow you’ve cradled against your chest, cheeks dark and puffy as you begin to pant. Jack follows, slowly fucking his tongue and stretching you open, spit dribbling down his chin. Jack knows you feel good, knows his tongue could never do the job his cock could- but he needs to make sure you feel your best. Always do your best.

“You’ve go’ it, ma’ love,” He grovels against your hot skin, letting his tongue slide out to lap against your puckered hole, flinching and ready. “Jus’ a lil’ more…”

Your tired whines grow, mumbling incoherently as Jack plunges back in, bullying his tongue back in. He should take more time, he should really make sure your plush walls can handle him- but you’re both ready. He can feel it, see it in the way your twitching cock dribbles pre onto your sheets messily. Jack isn’t much better, his cock nearly hurts under the constraints of his pants, length whining to be inside of you already.

He forces his tongue out, your hips following back at the loss of stimulation as you huff. Normally, you would’ve woken up, realizing the feelings weren’t just that of a hyper-realistic dream. But the clown is careful and precise with how he sways your consciousness, forcing you into a deeper slumber the more stirred you get. To you, it’s just a glorious wet dream. To him, it’s everything.

Pushing up onto his knees, Jack barely has time to unbutton his pants and drag his heavy cock out before you’re rutting your hips into the mattress, chasing an absent feeling. The clown smiles, running a hand through his tangled hair and pushing it out of his face before he slides back to your side.

Instinctively, you lean into him, back pressed against that familiar weight. Jack chokes out a gasp when your soaked ass glides back against his cock, hole fluttering against the warmth. Even in sleep, you beckon for him. 

“God. I’m going to make you feel so good.” With tender touches, Jack wraps himself back around you, wrapping his arm around the small of your waist to hold you closer. Reaching down, he grips his cock firmly, sliding the girth between your ass to collect his spit and stroke himself slowly.

Your jaw hangs, tiny gasps when his bulbous head presses against the tight ring of your hole and begins to press in. You’re tight, incredibly so, that Jack has to nudge his hips a little each time to finally pop his cockhead inside of your warmth. You’ll have to forgive just how much larger he is than you, his cock no exception.

“Mhnn… So tight, so warm… Does this feel good, my love?” You unknowingly answer with jagged breaths and loud gasps that have Jack smiling against your skin. He praises you with sweet kisses up your nape, whispering praises into your hair until you’re nearly shaking against his hot breath.

His cock ruts against your tightness, bullying its way further and further inside, the sloppiness echoing in the quietness of your dark room. The taste of your skin, the swell of his cock, every noise you let you- it just elevates every overwhelming feeling.

“It feels so good right…? I make you feel so, so good…” Jack moans into your ear, cupping a claw under your thigh to separate your legs and fuck himself deeper. He’s going as gently as he can, as easily as his hips will allow as you arch your back, beckoning to him. The clown latches his lips onto your shoulder, suckling obscene hickies that only he’ll get the pleasure of seeing, just out of your sight in the mirror. 

You’re gripping him so tight, gasping and moaning every time his cock brushes that sweet spot deep inside, your fingers digging into the pillow. When Jack attempts to speed up, to spill himself, you begin to squirm- you’re just so full, the pressure building. Pre dribbles from your heavy cock onto your sheets, your flushed face hot and sweaty as he sensually fucks you with deep, thorough thrusts, making sure he’s buried at the hilt. Jack wants you to feel all of him, no matter how much your body writhes and tries to get away- he knows you want it.

Unconsciously, you reach a hand back, clawing through Jack’s shaggy black strands. He nearly cums, heart swelling with pride as you purposefully accept him, call to him. His cock swells, ravaging your walls and forcing its way to the hilt, the clown straining not to take a welting bite out of your shoulder and wake you up. “God, so good… You’re doin’ so good, love.”

Your jaw hangs, lips parted to sweetly when Jack heartily fucks against your prostate, ramming his wilting cockhead against that nerve. Moans and shrilled gasps hang on every thrust, the clown clawing against your skin, pulling your knee back further so you feel every inch of him. Through heavy eyes, he watches your cock spill, each thrust pushing a stripe of cum onto your stomach as your body twitches and jerks from the overstimulation. “There you go… Finish for me… I know you needed it…”

He becomes dizzy, so cockdrunk on you that every inch he tugged out was a race to get it all back inside, back into your warmth, back to making you feel good. You just fit around him so perfectly, made for him. One day you would see him- he was becoming too restless just to have you at night…

“Give it to me just like that… Gonna give you what you want…” Jack swore, wrapping a claw around your chin and pulling your face back to his, forcing you into a kiss. You panted into his mouth, Jack forcing his tongue between your lips and tasting every inch of you. The clown let his eyes close, his thick cock heavy and begging to spill as he groaned and bit against your plump lips. Another accidental tug of his messy hair as the last of your orgasm washed over you and Jack was cumming, heaving as he thrusts his hips up once, twice-

Popping off of your mouth, the clown grits his teeth, a shrill groan as he comes deep into your warmth, filling you slowly. He claws into your skin, tugging at your thigh as he buries himself, riding out every wave that hits him, the pit in his stomach so heavy.

Afterward, Jack will take his time, breathing slowly as he pulls himself out and watches his cum dribble down the side of your leg. He cleans you, lapping his tongue across your stomach and into the glorious swell of your ass to taste himself mixed with you. Each kiss on your skin is followed by a whisper, a small compliment to leave you with. He takes his time, the gentle line of the morning sun just barely pressing into the sky. He knows you’ll be up soon, wondering why you feel so light and sore, your body riddled with relief you didn’t know you needed.

Jack will be there to watch you stir awake, face flushed with the thought of the crazy dream you had the night before, arms reaching behind to search for a body that isn’t there. He’ll admire you as you get ready for work again with a little more spring in your step than the day before, and wait patiently for you to return.

The clown prays for the day he can watch your handsome face smiling at him, truly call to him- but until then, he’ll wait.

He can’t have you during the day, but he’ll gladly take you every night.

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