#i am sorry there is not much there

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I am such a big Werewolf Stan advocate I had to jump on this particular train 🙏 (but I didn't really wanna commit to full line art, you guys understand)

Oh, and you guys aren't gonna believe this, but here's part two 🙌

[cozylittleartblog]

@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you

edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally

[spinaholi]

sandra lynn’s dating history now includes:

the most red-flag, gaslighting, married guy who became a world renowned insidious televangelist and ruined her perception of love and self-worth

the saddest, wettest, cardboard-box-living, yogurt covered man with an ancient hereditary curse of bad luck

the arch devil of gluttony and living embodiment of insatiable desire and hunger

a former drug addict, high school student councillor, werewolf, who’s probably the most mentally healthy person to ever exist

sexy pirate

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[hinamie]

corvidae

[puppyeared]

thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping

[spoopdeedoop]

doctor “trauma dump to companion of five minutes” who

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[iceiclehorned]

This had been the first time Robin had ever experienced such a deep, electrical attraction toward another person. Various sources of media had portrayed love to be flowery, full of unneeded dramatised fights, with makeup sex suddenly becoming the key scene by the end of it. A lot of it often bored the Halovian, finding a pointlessness in something that did not exercise something true and sincere. Finding RED had put every creation of written, broadcast, and any other media made romance to shame. From the way her grey eyes sparkled with so much colour, exuding a vibrancy that could never be captured through the same means used to make the Dreamscape in the first place. There was not a superficial bone in that munchkin’s body. Aeons above would be able to see just how divinely perfected she was, and all that she had been through would be repaid in kind.

She couldn’t forget the look in her eye, barely able to fight back tears when the galaxy-eyed singer had expressed her adoration for the other. The maker had willingly traversed through many paths, picking up women left and right in the hopes that it would become something more than it had developed. Robin was unsure just how much physical experience she had with other women, but she was certain that her heart had poured so much more love into each woman than they had ever given her, resulting in a mental blockage. If she did not feel abandoned, she would not have anything to confront.

This wouldn’t be something that would ever be allowed. This angel that had blessed the galaxy with her existence will be thoroughly pleasured.

Observing every reaction that was made only excited her further. Gosh, she was so adorable like this, vulnerable, yet unable to drop the notion of an exploration of two curious women, holding a deep desire to keep that unending love alive all throughout the night. If this had been taking place in the real-world of Penacony, she knew that she would feast until dawn. Hopefully, RED would be able to handle the overstimulation that she intended to provide. Expressing such perverse ideas was unlike her, not that it mattered at this rate. This was going to be a merciless exploration, and that secret would not be told until the other was hot, panting and shaking.

Tugging off those shorts had been harder than originally expected, but with every reaction that came from her ministrations, the more confident she felt in seeking a possessive ownership over her. The feelings were disgustingly primal, a teasing look in her eye as her lover became bare. “You’re so beautiful,” her voice was holding onto that lustful need, a tone that held an adoration for somebody who was practically an engima. Gorgeous with a heart that deserved protecting. There had been so much to happen, that this moment was reserved for euphoria and an adventure of a lifetime. "Just let me know if anything I do is not up to your standard and I will fix it, 'kay?"

If somebody had told Robin this would be how she loses her virginity, she simpyl would not have believed it, for the reason being that her comprehension that somebody as enticing as RED would show up on her doorstep (somewhat literally) would be an impossibility among the galaxy. Yet, it was happening.

It would be a lie if she pretended the attempt at dirty talk did not turn her on, and while she would love to listen to anything her lover had to say, her primary objective superseded her patience. It was a rarity for anything akin to greed overtake her naturally gentle-nature, but tonight? It was going to be far different from anything else that either of them had experienced -- unless the other had previous experience, that is. "I merely wish to enjoy my treat, sweetheart." The tone of her voice remained almost untouched, except for that slight possessive edge that wiggled its way within. The idea of another with RED was ruffling up her feathers, egging her on to exercise this act of seeing the other so blissed out and brainless.

That sweetly generated compliment only made her feel much more confident, and just as she was about to speak, she could feel those promiscuous fingers testing the waters against her own soaked cunt. A poorly stifled moan makes itself known, a slight growl of approval working its way in there. The dynamic that was unfolding between them was almost competitive, neither allowing the other to quite go without completely leaving behind a teasing touch or words of encouragement that ignited a fire. The singer was not going to back down, even with the sensations being sparked slowly becoming too much for her to handle. It was clear that Robin was a soaking mess, but had put it to the side, just to experience her munchkin in all her glory.

RED was quite the disobedient meal, wasn't she?

"If you're a good girl, I'll consider following through." By no means was she a domineering woman, but she also based everything that was said and done on how her ball of sunshine performed. The maker was a very giving woman, dedicating her time and energy into forming deep romantic connections, even if it meant remaining in a hurt state that those attempts were disregarded so easily. With that in mind, it was easy to see that what she needed was some repaid energy. It bothered her, deep down, that there had been a harem surrounding the red-haired woman, but expressing that could only go two ways, and she did not want to take her chances. Shaking off those thoughts, her mind was brought back to the conversation at hand.

"You have such a pretty pussy, RED," purely seductive and primal is how she spoke. After that, her hands rested on the other's hips, dragging her down so there was not even a centimeter between them. "I do not intend to share it."

Firstly, there was a gentle kiss placed upon those lips, with a low moan vibrating against that sweet nectar that graced her mouth. The temptation to dive right in there was driving her insane, but she knew that pacing herself would work for the better between them. Her tongue worked slowly, tracing over her folds as if it were a delicacy to be thoroughly enjoyed. She promised herself that no matter how much begging or pleading that was to come from those lips, she would remain firm in the chosen pace. The plan that had been in store for the smaller female had yet to be properly set into motion, but with the persistence coming from her, there was a slight possibility she would not have the chance to completely leave her edged, before overstimulating her into a frenzy.

Her hold on her body was so tightly performed, unwilling to give the other a true break unless it was needed. Her tongue would flicker against RED's clit, circling over it in a calculating manner. If the roles had been reversed, she was sure that she would remain at the other's mercy, so why not cling to the control while it worked in her favour, rather than against her? Occasional moans of approval would be expressed loudly, not sparing her of any sort of embarrassment that may prickle at her skin. Instead, her ministrations would work toward speeding up, slowing down, and savouring the taste before allowing herself to become a little more reckless. That adventurous organ would find itself teasing the girl's entrance, before lodging itself within as deep as possible, mercilessly fucking that delightfully-tasting hole. When she had mentioned the possibility of altering her actions to suit the pleasure of her girlfriend, she had been absolutely serious about it. This had purely been a means to experiment with different methods, all until she could piece together the perfect rhythm.

The intensity of the moment and the lust clouding her mind detracted nothing from the effect that Robin's voice had on her body. The song in her voice only got more pronounced, more inviting, and Red wanted to accept it wholeheartedly. Perhaps it had instilled her with proper calmness, to take the next step slower than Robin had, but no less passionately. Perhaps, in what little reason still remained in Red's mind, she wanted this beautiful moment to last, for who knew when something like it might happen again? Who knew how often she might see Robin afterwards, as there was only so much that passionate love could do to bridge galaxies of distance between their homes.

It made her determine to taste every inch, worship every feature of the Halovian's incredible body, and make the time slowly count down. And yet, that approach left her pussy aching for attention, without quelling the distant worries in her mind. But she knew, from the wonderful noises she made, that her partner was pleased. And in the moment, that made her so happy.

The tugging on her shorts made her react, moving slightly apart and adjusting so as not to hinder Robin's efforts. And as Red did so, she could recover her breath while her eyes settled once more on Robin. Her wants rivaled Red's, and were perhaps even greater, but through it all, the care and attention were so deliberate that there could be no mistaking them as fully selfish. Robin's message was being received, bit by bit. And though Red wasn't quick on the uptake, she did feel her heart lighten, her features settle in the most natural, delightful smile, and her body pulse with warmth all over.

She loved her so much.

"A-Ahh..."

The first touch on her slit made her instinctively arc her body one way, both to react to the touch and to allow more further on. Robin's following giggle made her self-conscious of her own reaction, but what was suggested afterwards took much more of Red's focus.

Just like she had a taste of her lips and tongue, now Robin wanted even more. And despite the lewdness, just considering the possibility once caused the maker to realize that she was no different. Her taste had been alluring and addicting so far, and desire mixed with curiosity took over.

"Haah, you really want it, don't you, my naughty wifey~?" She did her best attempt at a teasing sexy voice, still far too upbeat to properly play its part. "Of course I'll-- Ngh!"

Robin's display of seriousness could not go unnoticed. The pressure against her clit made her voice become erratic as she had tried to make a sentence, and her entire lower half to shake. It was finally getting attention, and its happiness was reverberating through Red's entire body. She moaned so loudly that she pressed one fist against her mouth in shame, and it stayed there to contain the following ones.

"You're so good at this..." She spoke onto her hand, still audible enough for Robin to listen.

It was all so effortless, so smooth. Even when Robin inserted her finger, she was soaked to the point where it could move with no issue, and it just enhanced the feelings rather than shocking Red. A muffled moan of "oh my goddess" left her lips, and she only left her stupor of pleasure when her partner spoke again.

In response, the maker adjusted herself once more, eyes hungrier than before, and hands equally as adventurous, one of them doing its best to reach under Robin's dress and push a finger teasingly against her panties, as if trying to see how wet the other was even through the fabric.

"What will it be," she repeated, tone mingling with the huffs of pleasure she had given just before. "It'll be what you asked for! I just need to amp you up for it too! And while I do so... Feel free to tell me just how much you want it. And promise me... that I can taste you after... for as long as we like... or until you can't take it anymore~"

She planned to time her sentence with different pressuring of her fingers against the underwear, but even in that, she was getting more impatient as lust took over. She rubbed gently at first, teasing through the fabric, but it wasn't long before she pulled the fabric covering the crotch aside and swirled around the clit before rubbing against it, varying the angle of the touch each time. Red's breath steadied slowly, and she'd lean close, hoping to hear that angelic voice's answer to her, or at least enjoy the sweet choir of her lover's moans in response to her.

But then, withdrawing her hand, she'd bring them up to Robin's shoulders again, guiding her to be laying face-up.

"OK, here we go~"

She'd bring herself up towards the header of the bed, lift up from it and arc one leg over and past Robin, so that lowering her body would place her pussy directly over the songstress' face. Being so brazenly naked in full, unobstructed view of her partner made Red fully realize that it wasn't just a matter of being "shy" that could be a problem here. It all required trust. And once that trust was there, even if it remained embarrassing, it was also just so hot.

With her face blazing in crimson, Red lowered her body until she felt Robin's face, legs still supporting most of the weight, leaning back enough so that her arms could be placed against the bed, giving her some stable foundation.

But despite this stability, her crotch was completely defenseless. Her legs were open by necessity and in acceptance. Her special place was as soaked as ever, and primed by Robin herself. It was all hers.

Have your way with her.

[thetoyboxs]

As the oldest of four I say I'm qualified enough to say, close enough!

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[mothwingwritings]

I know a lot of people like to hone in on Sylus' more dominant and teasing side, and while I do love those aspects of him what I really really love is the softer side of Sylus that he only shows to you. ♡

The Sylus that avidly listens to everything you say, drinking you in with with a dopey little grin on his face as you fill him in on everything and anything happening in your life. The Sylus that lets you decorate his chic and mature office with all the plushies you have won together from the claw machine, looking at them fondly as if they were great treasures you have scored. The Sylus that will gladly wear stupid matching kigurumi's with you in public and have fun doing it, reputation be damned. The Sylus who absentmindedly plays with your hair while you are sitting together on the couch watching a movie, sighing in contentment as his long fingers massage your scalp. The Sylus who has memorized all your favorite foods and works hard to come up with new recipes to delight you based of what he already knows you love. The Sylus who's hugs completely engulf you, squeezing and holding you like a lifeline, almost as if he's afraid to let go. The Sylus who stays glued to your side until you fall asleep each night, even though you know his day has hardly begun and he has more important things to be attending to-you always take precedence. The Sylus that wants nothing more than to see you happy and thriving, and will do whatever it takes to make that a reality.

He truly makes me weak. (╥﹏╥)

[tubbytarchia]

I told you I never stop thinking about merpearl

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time