#have me in a CHOKEHOLD

[h0tdog-water]

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

[darlingdivasworld]

EX-BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS! S3 LEST GO!!!!! 💖💜💙

[sthavoc]

thank you for Enzo Vogrincic

pero que guapura de hombre por diossss

[mol1703]

Welcome to

Huskerdust the musical

Okay, okay. Raise your hand if you don’t like ABBA. If you raised your hand move on I don’t want you here.

This is not an analysis — it’s a great animatic idea though if someone wants to take it from me. Anyway.

Andante, Andante by ABBA would be a perfect solo for Angel to sing for Husk in the early stages of dating. And if you think I’m wrong or don’t know the song — check this out:

[Angel]

Take it easy with me, please

Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze

Take your time, make it slow

Andante, Andante

Just let the feeling grow

— Angel’s relationships always go too fast and he wants to take it slow.

I'm your music

I'm your song

Play me time and time again and make me strong

Make me sing, make me sound

— I have a theory they would have very similar tastes in music since they were alive in the same time period. This is just a fun play on that.

— Or it could hint to the fact that Husk plays piano, saxophone, and can sing (obviously, bless Keith David)

Finally “Andante” is legit slow in Italian. I know every song in Hazbin is original, but if Angel sang this to Husk in the show for real — I’d die the happiest loser on earth.

This became an analysis lol nice.

Put down below what song you think is the MOST Huskerdust so I can listen and cry.

Thank you!

[zishuge]

My Journey To You (2023) | Episode 11

[mysicklove]

not a furry or whatev...but i do like jjk puppyverse

can i be 🐩 anon?

u r so me ✋😞

[guhamun]

C.HANGLI...SHE'S SO.....-falls on my knees-

[ourtalechara]

Project SEKAI: "Everyone will receive Crystals x500 if more than a combined total of 6.5 million MORE MORE JUMP! songs have been played by all global version players during the campaign period."

My brain, at the time: "Oh, cool. I should play a bunch of MMJ songs to help us reach that."

My brain now: "I must play MORE MORE JUMP songs. Only MORE MORE JUMP songs. Virtual Singer? Virtually useless. Leo/Need? I Leo/Need to be playing Heart Forecast right now. And you only get to spend a few minutes in wonderland in order to get your daily quests finished, and you aren't going on a second ride. Not when we have idol concerts to attend. You want a real Nightchord song, then you're getting Into The Night. More and more and more. We can never stop. Not until we reach the goal. MORE! MORE! MORE!"

So I kinda hope that this doesn't become my permanent state of mind. Then again, it is pretty fun discovering things that you didn't previously think you liked when you limit yourself to a single handful of songs. It's currently the 6th, and the campaign should be over by the 8th, so perhaps the curse will be lifted then.

[untilyouremember]

You and I are Polar Opposites

Available digitally (manga plus app)

Available to pre-order printed copies (2024 release)

[itsparanoiaa]

miguel o’hara would be cherry dr pepper me thinks

[theyarebothgunshot]

i wonder what it's like to be emotionally stable. anyways [thinks about fictional characters to survive] i am fine

[racecarcat]

I was yapping about Aamon to my singular moot (shoutout to Wisps for letting me yap abt my ocs) and they brought up the best point ever of: Kafka/Aamon and now I can’t stop thinking about it. So here’s me yapping abt them for like a solid minute.

SO for context (for those of u who want oc lore): Aamon is a masked fool who is everything everywhere all at once she’s extremely eccentric and likes being really flashy and outgoing but is also very secretive about who she actually is as a person and hides it through very elaborate games and tricks so people just either try to avoid her overall or get close to her to no avail—that being said her best friend is a 9-5 IPC worker who can’t be bothered to do anything but go and help Aamon go to various planets and give them the best and worst times of their lives via very elaborate events.

Point being? Aamon, as much she hates being known for who she is, LOVES knowing about other people. Knowing about people and what they like to do just to hold the information over their head as if it were a bad thing for her to know. So, people stay far away from her. People can’t really match her energy.

Now, circling back around to Kafka and namely the Stellaron Hunters, they’re generally described as dangerous—however their motivations and general interests towards Stellaron is currently unknown. I wouldn’t be surprised that them and Aamon have met at LEAST once and it caused her to almost be a bit obsessive in figuring out who they are and what they are. Aamon finds joy in the unexpected and unknown, in which Stellaron Hunters are just that for her. Especially a woman like Kafka who we generally know nothing about.

Kafka (besides that fact I think every person attracted to woman likes her) is everything Aamon adores. Shes elusive, enigmatic, and entirely someone Aamon wants to unravel and figure out. Kafka is anything but mundane and Aamon would totally adore that ^^. Not to mention I think Kafka would entertain her interest by at least a little because Aamon would be equivalent a puppy as in she would follow her around and ask her out and ask her all these questions Kafka may or may not answer to keep the mystery alive and thus Aamon’s attraction alive.

I feel like since the whole script ideal in the Stellaron Hunters is very much so a prediction of the future if Kafka told Aamon everything that would happen in the future Aamon would go crazy trying to figure out who she is and why she knows that. She’d also let Kafka use spirit whisper on her despite Aamon’s hate for a lack of control bc she’s really gay but that’s besides the point.

Aamon would probably send photos of the various planets she’s been on just reining havoc and with a stupid caption like “Miss u <33” and Kafka would probably think it’s the cheesiest thing ever.

Wisps… wisps I’m having Kafka/Aamon brain rot pls help.

[mol1703]

I’m sitting here on the train thinking about how I never thought in a million years I would be so obsessed with these two extremely troubled, old men falling in love with one another.

I’m listening to Loser, Baby while looking for new Huskerdust fanfic and I’m not upset about it at all.

[highdefhoetry]

in his hands.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, hand kink, cnc-ish, fingering, G-spot stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, verbal teasing, praise, use of term "babygirl", aftercare, some mild possessiveness, caleb is a meaniehead

word count: 1760

Caleb sits across the table from you, completely oblivious to your stolen glances as he twirls the pen between his fingers. He follows a strange pattern where he spins it once, twice, then lays the tip back onto the blank sheet of paper in front of him. His fingers tap, tap, tap on the edge, clicking the pen open and closed. The black beads on his bracelet clink against each other with every movement, the perfect accessory to the thick ring on his index finger. You find yourself unable to look away, despite knowing what would happen if you were noticed.

You’ve always liked his hands. To you they were perfect, lovely to look at and even better to hold. The length of his fingers. The large size of his palm. The chapped skin on his knuckles. The warmth you felt whenever thw two of you held hands. They were a comforting familiarity, one part of him that remained unchanged yet had grown with him as he matured.

You understood why he still called you pipsqueak. With palms pressed against one another, yours still looked tiny compared to his.

While you're busy daydreaming, he plays with his pen a few more times, seemingly lost in thought, before he suddenly looks up and meets your eyes. When he notices you staring back, a little smirk creeps up his face, one you know will be followed by playful teasing. You quickly turn your head away.

You’ve been caught. And when you glance back at him and see the cocky look in his eye, you know that he’s not going to let it go until he’s teased you to hell and back.

“What’s up, pipsqueak?” he teases. “See somethin’ you like?”

You shake your head and bury your face back into your work, trying to ignore his quiet chuckles. 

“Don’t get all shy now,” he cocks his head to one side to better see your face, seeking out the flustered expression you’re trying so desperately to hide. “Fess up. Why were you starin’ at me?”

You stay silent, mumbling some half-assed excuse about not being able to focus. He laughs at your poor attempt to change the subject. A sudden warmth covers your hand, followed by soft strokes from calloused fingertips. When you turn your face away to hide the heat rising in your cheeks, he takes your hand and holds it gently.

“Come on, now. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

He rubs his thumb across your knuckles, slipping it in the spaces between each finger. You eventually succumb to his gentle touch, intertwining your fingers in his. You toy with the ring on his index finger, poke at the black beads on his bracelet, trace the patches of flushed red on his knuckles that contrasts the paleness of his skin. You stroke each one with your thumb and index finger, feeling the dry, cracked skin beneath your hands.

A good deal of time passes before you finally snap out of it. When you meet Caleb’s gaze once again, you find him grinning victoriously, as if he’s just won some unspoken contest you never agreed to enter.

“You…!” is all you manage to stutter out.

“Me?” he smiles innocently. “What did I do?”

“...”

He lifts your hand to his lips and gives it a small peck in an attempt to softly coax you out of your shell. It makes you melt from the inside out, but still, you refuse to admit defeat. He watches you carefully for a few more seconds, giving you one last chance to come clean. When you don’t, he gets up from his seat across the table and circles around to your side. Before you can get a word of protest out, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you straight to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the soft comforter, trapping you in place with both hands at either side of your body. You try struggling, but he simply pins you down by straddling your waist, making it so that all you can do is wriggle slightly beneath him. He leers down at you with a wild, uncouth grin, like a wild beast about to consume its prey. 

The sweet, honey-eyed Caleb is gone. You realize a little too late that you are totally, completely, undeniably fucked.

“I won’t let you run away, from this” he growls, with one hand on your thigh and the other gripping your arm, holding you firmly in place.

“Caleb…!”

“I saw you staring at my hands,” he gives your thigh a squeeze, smirking when he hears your muted squeal. “What do you want me to do with them? Hmm?”

You put up a half-assed fight, pretending to hate how he’s cornered you despite your growing wetness. He quickly picks up on this after slipping his hand under your panties. His fingertips brush against the entrance of your hole, circling it for a moment before sliding towards your swollen bud. He smiles when you let out a small moan.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

His voice is gentle and low, but his touch is firm. He rubs your clit in a slow, deliberate motion, with just enough pressure to build you up but not enough to push you over. You arch your back and press your mound further into his palm, begging him without words. 

“Say it,” he leans forward, mumbling in your ear. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You start to whine, unable to handle the way he’s teasing you. He’s being extra mean tonight, barely flicking your throbbing bud and ignoring the attempts you’re making to guide his fingers into your hole. You know he won’t comply until you give him what he wants. Which is the last thing you want to do.

“Mmm… Caleb…” you whimper cutely, hoping to appeal to his sense of mercy. He chuckles darkly, his once friendly eyes filled with sadistic glee.

“What are the magic words?”

“Nghhh… Caleb, please!”

“Please, what? I’m pleasing you right now, aren’t I?” 

He sticks one finger into your pussy, just for a moment. When he pulls it out, he slaps your mound hard just to throw you off. The tiny, surprised shriek you let out is met with a mean-spirited laugh. 

“Okay!!” You cry out, unable to hold back any longer. “Finger me, please!”

“Yeah? You want my hands inside you?”

“Yes! I want them inside me, please…”

A wicked grin stretches across his face as he savors his victory. Satisfied with your pathetic pleas, he finally yanks down your panties and gives you what you want.

First one finger pushes itself into your hole. He pumps it in and out, making sure to caress that sweet, sweet spot inside of your walls. You’re singing like a bird within seconds. Another finger is added, easing in gently so as not to hurt you. He finds his rhythm and uses your moans as his guide, focusing on your G-spot to build you up to the biggest orgasm possible. He presses his thumb against your clit, massaging it in tandem with his rapid fingering, and soon you’re squirting all over his hand. He pulls out momentarily to lick his fingers, savoring the taste of you on his skin. His amethyst eyes lock onto yours, feasting on the desperation permeating your gaze. Distracted, you cry out when he shoves his fingers back inside.

This time, he’s a bit more forceful. That first little orgasm was just a warm up. When he gets like this, one is never enough, and he won’t stop until he’s brought you to tears. With his swift fingers curled inside you, he pumps in and out at such a fast pace that you begin to see stars. That one little spot inside of you becomes his target, a button he presses over and over again until you reach climax once again. The second time is much more intense than the first; you can feel the soaking wet bed sheets underneath you, along with the slick fluid covering his fingers. 

Still not enough. He wants more.

He fingerfucks you again and again, forcing out countless orgasms that shoot through your body like hot lightning bolts. Your voice starts to feel hoarse from the screaming and shrieking, sounds that only seem to spur him on. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, having given up on keeping track long after the third or fourth. And Caleb shows no signs of stopping. 

He whispers his affection into your ear while he plays with your pussy, telling you how beautiful you look as he makes a mess of you and how lovely your voice sounds when you make those cute noises for him. He fills your head with sweet praise, his words worshipping your form and beauty, weakening you with every syllable.

“That’s it,” he coos while coaxing the last orgasm from you. “That look on your face… that’s mine. Only make that face for me.”

You mumble something in agreement, barely able to form coherent words as you cum one more time. Inexplicable pleasure ripples through your body, setting ablaze every last nerve ending from head to toe. You go limp, covered in sweat and completely worn out from his torment. Caleb pulls out his fingers, licks your fluids off his skin one last time before he switches gears. He grabs a towel from the dresser and gently pats your face dry, pushing some of your tangled hair away from your face. That crazed look in his eyes is now gone, and once again he admires you with utmost affection. He asks if you need water, if you want a warm blanket, if you wanted to be held or left alone. You say yes to the first two, and cling to him when he asks the third. 

After you finish drinking a full glass of water, he wraps you up in the warmest blanket on the bed and cuddles up next to you, playing with your hair in a soothing, gentle manner.

“Soooo,” the teasing tone returns to his voice. “When were you gonna tell me you had a thing for my hands?"

You pout at him, feigning annoyance, but he just laughs and hugs you tighter. 

“I’m definitely going to use this against you, by the way.”

You don’t have the energy to argue back. Exhausted, your heavy eyelids shutter closed, and soon you drift into a peaceful slumber, which Caleb’s arms still wrapped snugly around you.

[wheiko]

Skystar x epic the musical..

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n