#hhgn...

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

NOOOOOO NOT AGAIN

[legs-like-jelly]

I have about 0 clue if I'm using the terms right so I apologize in advance

Your ask about ticklish tfp Soundwave + wavewave made my brain explode

Shockwave doing sensitivity experiments on soundwave to find where he is the most ticklish (his Tentacles and maybe his latches that hold laserbeak) maybe Shockwave will hold his tentacles like you would hands to mess with him.

ANYWAY BYE SORRY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE THIS KIND OF THING HAVE A GOOD ONE BYE

THANK YOIUC OH MY GOD I LOVE WAVWAVE SO MUCH ITS NOT EVENM FUCNNY.....theyre like...my eveuythtignds/....

imagine shockwave does the experiments frequently then suddenly stops and soundwave is way too embarrassed to ask him to resume them..but shockwave notices how flighty and fidgety soundwave has become since the experiments did stop and is just dragging it out to be a little mean to him UHGHHHh...

[condraws]

new blades in the dark character, Viridity! she's a lurk that likes to paint herself with radium but past that? i honestly have nothing for her yet i need to make a proper backstory

[bitterpngs]

[absentmoon]

UMM HAII :3 happy birthdayyy 🏁🏁🏁

hiii billy.Dies

[vampirebeverage]

I AM DRINKING MY BOTTLE WATER

last few days have been big fatigue in-bed days and so now i finally got my big water bottle, rinsed it out, and also washed my big straw. i put about 1/4 pineapple juice in and 3/4 water in my water bottle, and a couple squeezes of lemon juice because I like it acidic. also adding the TINIEST amount of salt, not enough to make it taste gross! for my electrolytes, because electrolytes and vitamin c are what will help me feel better, and also hydrating will help.

fellow disabled bitches! be you spoonies, chronic-fatigue and chronic-pain sufferers, depresseds, and etcetera... (and even if you are not disabled) find a little drink that works for you, that tastes good to encourage you to get the fluids you need along with some vitamins and minerals for your body. and if you have a little drink that works for you, go and make some and drink it. it will probably help. even if it doesn’t help, at least it will taste good and you will have a fun little beverage to accompany you.

im gonna make up a big jar of fresh-ginger tea with turmeric and cinnamon for tomorrow (will be adding honey and apple cider vinegar). can be enjoyed hot or cold and boosts my immune system. also? tastes fucking good.

from your local disabled: Have A Beverage Today~

[terracyte]

its come to my attention that im a little stupid. a little not on the grind enough. a little in the lower quarter percentile. a little in danger of not passing. a little-

[vanillashusband]

I WANT TO WRITEEEE I WANT TO WRITEEEEE *still has two ongoing fics that haven't been updated yet*

[lettis-novaturient]

how do i take notes

[xamaxenta]

When am i gonna colour something when

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Holy height difference batman ;w;

Oh shit I didn't realise her eye makeup is connected to her tattoo???? I need to put that back stat!

[zooted-kinger]

"hhgn... wh-what's going on?" (ask box has been cleared and re-opened feel free to ask!!)

[centaurisolarflare]

Hallowed by Your Hands

Pairing: Simon ��Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Rating: explicit (18+ mdni)

Classification: flashfic

Summary: a little rambling but it’s pure filth, my loves

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, porn with feelings, sub!ghost, softestdom!reader, touch-starved, desperate!ghost, needy!ghost, obsessed!ghost, crying, brief mentions of killing/violence, the briefest mention of a knife

Simon “Ghost” Riley is inexperienced and touch-starved and I will die on this hill. He is pathetic and clingy and overwhelmed and completely fucking obsessed with you.

This man. This man okay. ‬

He will wrap all 6 foot whatever, 200+ pounds of himself around you. Face buried in your neck, arms around you, forearms pressed against your back, hands grasping at your shoulders, your waist, whimpering at the feel of you. Lock your ankles around his waist and pull him harder against you and he will sob into your neck. ‬

Needy, pathetic, gasping, hips twitching, wet eyes, sobbing against your skin. God, you want him close? He wants to crawl into your bones. Wants to fucking live there. He can’t believe you want him close. Close enough to hurt you — he knows you know he could kill you, easily — and you’re still letting him put his hands on you. Begging you for more without believing he deserves what he’s already getting. He can’t help but be greedy. Can’t help but feel shamefully guilty about it either.

Yank his hair, make him look at you, his eyes twitchy and darting around — he can’t bear to make eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time — shame, shame, shame, please, please, please. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, keening when you move against him. Shuttering and crying, holding you so tight it bruises. Crying harder when you brush away his tears, breath hitching when you press kisses all over his face. Forgetting how to breathe entirely when you kiss and bite and suck at his neck. Stuttering mess, screwing his eyes shut to try to talk, tripping over his words but he can’t stop babbling. ‬

“Feel so fucking good, you feel so good. You- fuck, f- hhgn- fuck, make me f-feel. So. G-good. How- ah- how do you feel so- feel so- ah! Ah, ah, nghh, please, p-le-ase, pl-ease, please,”

Panting, whining mess. Still wrapped around you. Desperate. Undeserving. Can’t let go. Won’t let go. Can’t. Never. You’ll have to kill him. Have to kill him. But you don’t. Won’t. You’ve never even hurt him. So soft, so warm, make him feel so good it aches down to his bones, but you’ve never hurt him. He knows, trusts somehow, that you won’t hurt him. Driving into you like it’s his only purpose, hips jerking in short stunted thrusts, grinding against you when he looses focus, trying to keep his cock as deep inside you as he can, face burning red when you call him out for humping against you like a dog in heat.

Stammering, looking away, moaning — open and loud — when you touch his face to make him look at you, telling him to take what he needs. Never hurt him. Hand on his side, stroking, petting his skin. Fingers twisted in his hair, burning, electric, so so good. You touch as much of him as you can reach and he thanks you for it, sweeping your fingers over his fevered skin, he thinks he might die with it. Everywhere you touch glows and he feels holy from it — hallowed by your hands alone.

The broken, wounded-animal noise he lets out when you press your hand against the back of his neck, squeezing the sides ever so slightly as you pull him down to kiss. He’s killed people like that, the brutal dig of his fingers against their airway. He’d let you, he thinks — as you lick into his mouth and he whimpers when you nip you teeth against his lip — he’d let you wrap both your beautiful hands around his throat from the front, he’d let you squeeze until his vision went fuzzy and his lungs burned with it, and he’d trust you to do it. Fuck, he’d let you hold a fucking knife to his throat. The thoughts makes his cock twitch inside you. You’d never hurt him. Feels so fucking good.

He’s a mess of heat and scar tissue and strength. Leathal power clinging to you like a lifeline. You hold him together. Searing through all his jagged-edged pieces like molten fucking gold till it’s all he can see, all he can feel — the warm honey haze of you. You, you, you. Bright as the fucking sun. You. The beginning and end of everything he could ever want.

Breathy, whimpering, keening noises as he cums. He gasps and paws at you, trying to pull you even closer. Groaning as you praise him, basking in being your good boy as he shivers through the last of his orgasm. Sobs and whines and says “thank you, thank you” the whole time. God, he wants you branded into his skin.

You’ll have to wait a bit until you can convince him to let you up to get a rag. Embarrassed but loose limbed and relaxed as you clean him up and kiss his eyelids and make him drink a glass of water. He’s never felt so fucking loved. Never felt so safe as he lays — on his stomach between your thighs, settled heavy on you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, arms locked around your waist — and you play with his hair and soothe your hands across his shoulders and tell him how good, how beautiful, how perfect, how loved he is. He puts your sweet words against his heart, lines his ribcage with them, like armor.

He says it — his biggest and most treasured truth — softly, carefully, reverently, against your skin, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much,”

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i didn’t plan out the colors very well

[shoezuki]

GOD i could finish it tonight but i have an 8:30 am class tomorrow n if i stay up late workin on this i will regret it. i hate this

Might actually finish the chapter tonight. Its shorter and feels kinda rushed to me tho idk. My vibes r wack w it

[dogday-shines-bright]

-There is quick knocking on the door-

"Dogday?"

☆@the-crafty-unicorn☆

Oops, it's Ssturday and DogDay accidentally slept in, but he rushed to open the door, still on his pajamas.

"Hhgn morning... Crafty?"