#i GUESS YEAH

[everestentertainments]

if it’s your kink than whatever ignore this BUT I don’t get how “It won’t fit” is a practicality issue in the Transformers porn sphere. Surely Cybertronians can just transform their pussy hole to be bigger. Or better yet make their dicks smaller. Also side question what part of the vehicle does a Transformer’s dick and vagina turn in to.

[randomationality]

you guys just cant make those blue eye meme crap with Orion/Optimus and forget this mf exists

[stingrachelmha]

Keep looking forward

[antirepurp]

remembered these digimon shenanigans again and wanted to touch up some stuff + finally design an ultimate form

[cocogum]

I once encountered this woman on Taur island in Waven, and what she said confirmed to me that we would get more islands and possibly nations in the future.

She mentions Sufokia in her little speech, which we all know is the island we saw in Season 2 when our beautiful iconic prince the prince of Sufokia tried taking it from Phaeris before Rushu barged in.

But yeah, anyway, the way she casually talks about Sufokia existing in Waven despite not even seeing an island for it is a sign that we'll get to see more islands in later updates.

Like I know the game is still kind of new since its history mode isn't even far yet, and we still have so much more to know, but I almost didn't think we were going to get any more islands since the game clearly shows us that the great wave was apparently so severe that even Ogrest's tears were nothing compared to it.

Maybe it's just me, but thinking that Waven would only have the islands we got right now almost made me complain.

Cuz how are you gonna have all this world-building only to give us a few islands??

I'm so relieved we'll get more islands later on cuz I was about to go insane going to the same places over and over again just to raise my levels.

[vortexbeyondthestars]

william: henry it is pride month you know what that means

henry: huh

henry: what

henry: do you want me to make like

henry: gay animatronics or something

henry: what

[faffreux]

Freak in the sheets who like to eat with beets then bleat their love for each other. Yeet.

girl what LMAO

[svkhky]

OSCAR GET THAT FRAUD

[worm-gar]

I just would like a small bit of land where I can fuck off and garden and setup a permaculture system and make art and grow apples and strawberries and shit and have trees all around me

[cer-rata]

WIP "No Return: The Hand"

Devastation was a nurse. A pretty nurse. But not so pretty that she was distracting, just the kind of pretty that kept mortals from assuming that one could have any darkness in their heart. The kind of pretty that they smiled at and then forgot, because it fit perfectly within their simple expectations.

Her sensible heels clacked against the old stone floor of the asylum’s maximum security wing. She passed cell after cell of violent madmen…madwomen too. Good to see that punishment was somewhat egalitarian. Truly, this was the future Diana must have dreamt about. 

She could feel them leer at her, some hungry to caress a pound of supple flesh, some hungry to carve it out with a blade. The smart ones though, they stepped back from their doors when she passed. Fascinating how the mad were the only ones who could truly see her at times. 

Zsasz, however, recognized her explicitly. When she opened his cell, holding a tray of medication and wearing a smile, he regarded her with dead eyes. The removal of his scars really did break something inside of him. 

It was cute.

“You…you again…you…you gonna let me out again? I gotta…I gotta start counting again…”

She’d considered releasing him, actually. The last time he’d done as she’d predicted, killed exactly who she needed to ensure that “The Batman” and his spawn would be either occupied or incapacitated by the time she was ready to knock over the first domino. And the strife he’d cause in his crazed rush to regain his marks would have been hilarious. 

But no, she needed him for something else now.

“Victor,” she purred, sweet as honey, cool as a winter storm.

”You want to give me your hand.” 

[xylofondue]

Literally the only thing keeping me from not killing myself is the stupid FNAF 4 quote from an 8-bit character:

"Tomorrow is another day"

[w1tchcr4ftt]

Hcs for Mikey

Goes by Mike, Mikey, or Micky(only really raphie)

Major skateboard fan, loves building his own

Pretty skilled but never really puts effort

Major old cartoon and game fan, had Donnie fix him an old atari

Collects every drawing raph does

Youngest and shortest (a clean 5ft 4)

Harasses Leo like his life depends on it

[rindomness]

oh yeah also because i really wanted this scene in the fic but i could not figure out a good way to insert it (somewhere during year 4, and the way I structured the numbers jumped me right past then) here's carlos and dana talking

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Dana knew.

Of course Dana knew, she’d been trapped there first. She’d been the one to show Carlos how to reach out to the rest of the world. To talk to Cecil again. Of course Dana knew. 

They’d never talked about it. How could he ask her, when she was so busy keeping the town from falling apart on itself? She was so young, and she’d barely had any time to adjust to being mayor before things had started to go wrong for her all over again. She’d survived NVCR’s internship program, but it hadn’t brought her any peace. 

So Carlos wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up, to potentially tear open a wound he himself was only now starting to acknowledge as such. Besides, she’d been Cecil’s intern, not his. He’d only been with her in that desert for a week. In terms of how long they’d both been there, together and separated, that was nothing. A week was nothing. 

He couldn’t stop Dana from asking him to get lunch, though.

It was a sunny day, the two of them sitting in Mission Grove Park eating meals brought from home. Relaxed. A break from the franticness of both their lives.

“So,” Dana said, one hand over her mouth as she swallowed, “How’s life been on your end?”

“Busy,” Carlos admitted. “I’d forgotten just how many disasters could happen in the span of three days.”

There had been almost none in the desert otherworld, aside from the occasional rumbling, but that had largely stopped a couple years after he’d gotten there. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had been causing it. Maybe Kevin's centipede god. That had been Kevin's theory, when Carlos had asked him about it.

“Yeah,” Dana agreed. “There's always something happening. You missed quite a bit of excitement while you were gone."

“So I’ve heard. It’s… sort of nice, though.”

“Having your life imperiled every time you step outside?”

“Not being by myself through it, at least.”

Dana hummed. She took another bite of her sandwich. 

“I sort of wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t gone to the Dog Park that day,” Dana said. “Whether it would have been better or worse for me, for Night Vale, for Cecil.”

“You two are still pretty close, huh?”

She smiled.

“I like to think we are. I like to think we’re friends, even after what happened. I haven’t had much time outside of my mayoral duties lately, though.”

“I think he considers you a friend still, too, if it helps.”

“It does. Thank you. How have you been holding up? Re-adjusting okay?” 

“After…” Carlos sighed. “I’ve been trying not to think about it too much.”

Dana hummed, and nodded. “That’s fair.”

“How’d you deal with it? The… time thing.”

Dana looked thoughtfully out into the distance for long enough Carlos wasn’t sure if she was going to respond to him or not. 

“I guess, for me,” Dana said, “I wasn’t really stuck. I mean, yes, for a while, but I wasn’t in the desert otherworld the whole time. I spent some time in the Dog Park, and I spent some time in the desert otherworld. I spent some time watching the station from the desert otherworld. And I’d gotten a message, through whatever means the universe uses to send those messages, that I’d be back here eventually. I wasn’t there forever. I was just… waiting. Watching. At one point, preparing.”

Carlos hadn’t had some mystical force send him a sign he’d make it back to Night Vale, so he supposed it was probably different. Dana had known, at some point, she’d make it back. Carlos hadn’t.

“Besides, it wasn’t even really the thing most on my mind,” Dana said. “I still think about it, killing my double. Or the original Dana. I wish I knew which I was. But I think about it, all the time.”

“If my opinion means anything,” Carlos said, stirring around his noodles. “I think you’re probably the original.”

“What makes you say that?” Dana asked, elbows on the table. 

“Because Night Vale asked for you back. If you were a double, it might not have recognized you as being from this Night Vale.” It didn’t lock you in there with me. It forced you to leave.

“Hm,” Dana said, and took another bite of her sandwich. “Maybe.”

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

whats coming out of adams(? the prophets??) mouth in the doodle you made?

also, what happens to the hands when theyre done controlling adam? i assume theyd just pull themselves back into his body but i dont think itd hurt to ask

They’re weird. Spider leg type things. Basically an indicator that it’s the parasite talking and not him.

Also yeah, the arms just retract as soon as they’re done with him. Adam loses consciousness at that point for a little while.

[possuminnit]

qcharlie is fucked in the head as he should be

[sennamybeloved]

i feel sad again WTF brain is broken