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[dogofthejunkyard]

things from my camera roll bc i need to clear out storage space

more under cut

[cloudsrust]

Hey so I'm going absolutely insane anyone want anything?

[dragon-fly34]

SMB-LM: William Junior Gravely Boo

After Regina, I had to do one of William, he's really cute, and I did.

{The first photo is what her OC looks like in gl2, the second is from an anime business on Google of what she looks like as a teenager and the last is her wearing a casual outfit}

Here is some headcanons about him:

-> Shy and quite cute, William Junior is Regina's twin, he is 10 minutes younger than her, she usually teases him about being older than him, but he doesn't care.

-> He took after his own father's shyness, because King Boo was shy as a child! But before becoming a piscopath.

-> He loves reading and finding out about the world, when he visits his uncle Bowser's king, he asks questions about the history of the kingdom, he also does his research with the Boos.

-> Sometimes he is clumsy and ends up hurting himself, when he was little he caused dozens of bruises on his body.

-> (As I said in a post by Regina about her relationship with Bowser's children) William also has his favorites, he plays with Morton, Wendy and Roy.

-> Sometimes twins William and Regina venture into their kingdom while their parents are busy, they are always accompanied by Boolossus, King Boo's royal guard and the twins' nanny in case they get lost.

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And that's it folks! I'm going to make more of these little ones, bye!!!

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[randoimago]

Can I request Gale, Wyll and Halsin with a reader who likes to draw on their hand? Like every morning they will doodle a heart or an ‘I love you’ thanks Pookie 💜

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Gale, Wyll and Halsin

Note(s): I got you boo ❤️❤️

Gale

Uses his hands quite a bit for incantations and spells. Which makes it so the first time he noticed the drawing, it made him stumble a bit with reciting a spell and caused a rather... interesting incident.

After that, he enjoys waking up to the feeling of you using a quill on his hand to draw something. He does his best to stay still as he admires your handiwork.

"Can you draw a cat?" Gale likes to make requests now and then too. Cats are something he enjoys you drawing. Maybe add a bowtie or a top hat.

Halsin

He's intrigued when he sees you reposition how he's holding your hand. A smile crosses his lips when you grab a quill and he watches you draw on his hand.

"Good thing you have plenty of space," he jokes and admires the heart you draw, kissing your forehead.

Halsin does feel bad when he washes his hands or bathes and the ink comes off, but he looks forward to the next drawing you give him.

Wyll

Wyll chuckles when he watches you draw a heart on his hand. He smiles at you and gently reaches for your own. "May I?" He asks first before taking the quill.

He had had art lessons, but they didn't really stick like dancing and fencing. Wyll can, at least, draw a heart on your own hand.

"Now we match. I'd suggest getting them tattooed, but I'd rather let you draw each day instead," he jokes and kisses you gently.

[purpdrawsthings]

Boo more fan art but change in script edition!!

But this time, it's SMG4 focused mehehehehehehehehehe

Oh boy how I love traumatized characters /silly

Anyways uhhh here's some doodles from school for ya @michealscorneroftheinternet

Oh did I forget to mention there were Hamilton line references? I'm so funny!

Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story reference real???

I bet y'all can guess who those hats belong to =3

Huh.. Funny cuz I remember Hamilton throwing away his shot? /silly

I'd like to see if anyone could find the secret text somewhere in the photo lmao

Anyways that's about all, yeetus chat.

[ghostintimates]

pinned post!

⚠️ 18 + NO MINORS PLEASE!!! CONTAINS “HARD KINKS”⚠️

tip me if i turned you on 🤭!

i try to post pics or gifs of me every other day

you may know me from my previous blog by the same name :)

autistic, mentally ill, and hyper sexual with a sex special interest !!! (you should objectify that)

SUPER dom leaning switch/verse at the moment

asks are VERY ENCOURAGED!!! you can send DMs too. but beware for both methods: i will answer at my own pace, which isn’t always right away.

how to refer to me, kinks, and tags under the cut :)

they/he, genderfluid transmasc. you can use any language to describe me for the most part (ex: dick, tits, cunt, hole, pretty, hot, etc) except i don’t love pussy or handsome.

you may call me mx, sir, or mommy if you’re feeling subby 🤭 whore, slut, any variation of boy, and similar things if you’re feeling dommy 🫣 and ofc you can always call me ghost :)

Love ✅

t4t <3

monsterfucking (but i’m very picky)

cnc

orgasm control, denial, edging

clowns

object insertion

bdsm

hierophilia and blasphemy

degradation, shame, humiliation

praise

exhibition

oral (giving 🤤)

tickling

heart beats

uncommon stimulation (ears hhhhggggg)

intox

Sure 👍 *

*these aren’t my FAVORITES but i do like them

pee stuff sometimes (holding)

anal

pet play (when others are pets )

feet (not in mouths though)

furries

breath play (giving only)

fauxcest

boots

ageplay

NO ❌ *

*HARD LIMITS/DISLIKES but not a DNI because those don’t work. i block at my own discretion.

scat

vomit, excessive spit and drool (i’m emetophobic)

mind control and hypnosis

hucow

raceplay

detrans

breath play (receiving)

gore

Tags

boo(bies) - photos and gifs

moanuscripts - my writing

ghost’s ouija board - asks

ghost doodles - my drawings

ghost moaning - my text posts

ghost vents - technically vents but i’m often posting to hear people’s responses

scholastically sexy - *NOT MY OWN POSTS* sex ed

scripting - *NOT MY OWN POSTS* things to help me talk

[zs-art]

hey there handsome~ 💚

[WIP] been meaning to redraw a doodle from last year heheh i love multi-shipping 💞 Luigi deserves all the love 🥰

there’s more characters to ship Luigi with (like a couple of ghosts) but i’ll have to cut it down to 5, let’s just say King Boo is the ghost representative lol the og plan was just the 3 royals anyway 😭

[monstrouslyobsessed]

—all rights reserved to @monstrouslyobsessed​, the beastfolk character design of valerius, with a bonus sketchy doodle of him and his darling in the background, complimenting each other on their acting in whatever episode they recently starred in while valerius is squeezing his flustered darling. you can get some idea of how big of a height difference between the two--ideally he'd still be a fair bit bigger though.

prompt requested by a dear nonnie <3!!

I love the latest designs of papa and duke! Had me blushing seeing both of them with a suggestive smile 💜 If your still taking requests, can you doodle Valerius? I loved reading about him and seeing him drawn would be a dream come true 🥰 --anonymous

aaaa hope you enjoyed! it's not the most accurate design i can envision for valerius, its rather rough and done quick-like for my liking, but i'm satisfied for now :) he's quite a handsome snake, isn't he? all dressed up for the today's episode, flirting it up with his favorite boo across the countertop while mixing up the pretend expensive drinks in front of the cameras.

the pieces featuring valerius: —a thousand photographs of you (the og hc that spawned valerius' existence) —smile for the camera (full n/sfw piece) heed the dead dove warnings!

[mothhue]

A hat under waters AU masterpost

An AU for a hat in time with the premise of hat kid landing on an ocean planet. While this AU doesn't have an entire diverging storyline or anything, this is for anyone who wants to look through it a bit easier or is looking for something specific! This post will be updated if I add something new :D

Main showcases include most if not all the designs for the characters in that chapter. Anything below it are specific drawings/doodles I did, or information about that section!

Introduction to ahuw (Hat and bow kid, Mu, the logo)

Miscellaneous

Hats and bows / ascending / Leafy dragon badge seller / swap au? / Slug customization / design notes

Chapter 1: Mafia Reefs

Main showcase

mafia jar

Chapter 2: Studio of Dead bird shores

Main showcase

the owl express / fsh real / olm? / CAW agents / The Moon

Chapter 3: Subcon Seas

Main showcase

subconites / kelp forest / how the tale of queen vanessa played out / prince and vanessa / mermaid royals / The subcon well / Boo! >:)

Chapter 4: The Alpine Horizon

Main showcase

Title art

Chapter 5: The Arctic tour

Main showcase

Chapter 6: working on it :]

7:

any and all types of fancontent are allowed and welcome! It's delightful to see people having fun with it. Do whatever you want forever (OC designs, headcanons, canon x oc, redesigns, selfship, AUs of this one, etc) you don't have to ask, as long as it's crediting me and not reposting. (and also if you make anything, feel free to show me I would love to see it! :D)

[singsangseung]

Inside out

It is yet again time for another chapter of my Valentine’s Day Lola’s with my Ju-baby @numberonejeonginstan! My Changbin  Stans gather round ( @straykeedz I am looking at You POOKIE!) this idea has been in my head for way too long and I  have procrastinated writing it until now (it’s 3:36 am LMAO0. Anywaysssssss enjoy!

!! ⚠️ warning!! AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED AS WILL MINORS ⚠️!! MDNI! 18+!! 

Summary: yours and changbin’s sex life was anything but vanilla, so of course you’ve done food play…..but he’s never eaten it from inside of  you ( and your now vanilla flavored cunt)

Warnings: oral sex( fem!rec), fem!reader, use of whipped cream( both in and outside), dirty talk, unprotected sex(act surprised)pee afterwards! Also why even would you?), cream pie( again….why?), please properly take care of your nether regions…..get that whipped cream out of your coochie (would probs cause an UTI), coke can cock binnie, breeding kink, let me know if i missed any or if there are any typos :) 

This is purely a work of fiction and in no way does this represent Changbin as a person, thank you, toodles! 

~~MDNI 18+~~~MDNI 18+~~~MDNI 18+~~~MDNI 18+~~~MDNI 18+~~

Let’s take a quick rewind for a second okay?

As long as you and Changbin— aka Binnie, binkie, baby boo, pumpkin, snookums, muffin, doodles, the love of your life, sunshine, boba eyed baby— had ventured into exploring and trying things in the bedroom you had never had a boring or vanilla sex life. 

You had tried a lot of things. Pet play, bondage, him domming— you loved it, him subbing, anal, cum play, spitting, choking. You’ve tried it all. But, food play was a common favorite and you two often would go back to it.

But, everyone knows Changbin loves to eat and he’s damn good at it,too. He’s, especially, good at eating you out, however. Knowing how to use his tongue to circle your clit, sucking your labia between his lips, shaking his head when his tongue is inside of you in all of the most pleasurable ways. He’s made you have blindingly good, earth shattering orgasms in record time. 

Less than 3 minutes to be exact. He timed it himself, don’t ask why.

But, if you would like to know why, well changbin was curious as to how fast he could make you cum with just his mouth. Yes, just his mouth. “Binnie do you really need to time it?” you askes, because in your eyes  it seemed a little silly. Maybe, a lot a bit silly. “Yah, I want to. I want to know how long it takes for you to unravel on my tongue, bubby.” he grinned back at you. Well…..valid enough.

And soon thereafter, he had your thighs pressed to the bed, his face between your legs. “Start the timer, bub. Come on, now.” “bin-fuck- it just seems silly.’ you managed to choke out as you felt his lips suck against your throbbing bundle of nerves.  Damn, how was he soooo good at this? Shaking his head against your cunt, he smiled feeling the gushes of your nectar flood onto his tastebuds. “Fuck me. You have the sweetest little cunt baby,” he breathed out, coming up for air. “Bin, binnie fuck! Youre so good-hhhnngggggg” you cried out, hands making a fast purchase in his soft black curls. “Yeah? Binnie eats your yummy cunt so good?” changbin groaned into your cunt, sending shockwaves over vibrations and subsequent pleasure through your body.  

Nodding your head swiftly, you cried and felt your legs start to twitch as your hips started top cant up into his mouth. “Yes–hhhnnnng! Yes, fuck fuck fuck! Eat me so good, binnie!” You sobbed, feeling the all too familiar knot start to coil up in your stomach. “I-i’m getting close bin.” 

Wow, close already? He thought to himself in his head. He really must be good, because he hadn't even been eating you out for 5 minutes. 

Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he gave you a cheshire cat grin and snaked his tongue into the warmth of your cunt. “Ah! Fuck me, m almost there binnie! I’m gonna cum! Shaking his head vigorously against your cunt, he smiled and lapped up your juies as they only continued to pour out of you. “Yeah, binnie’s baby is going to cum?” he teased, as if he couldn't feel your pussy clenching around his tongue and your thighs twitching in his hands. 

“Yes–hng– yes! Im going to fucking cum, binnie!” You clenched your eyes shut and pulled his hair at the roots. Briefly, he pulled away from your cunt, only to let a dribble of a mix of your arousal and his spit fall onto your cunt. “Give it to me. Come on baby, give binnie a good one,” he smirked before diving right back in and giving a harsh suck to your clit. “Yesyesyes,” you blabbered as hot tears spilled from your eyes. 

Snap. the coil that was holding you to the world had snapped and you came–hard. White vision, you couldn’t hear, you were shaking like a leaf, your ears were ringing. “Yes, yes yes ! binnie! I’m cumming-oh fuuuuuuck!” your toes were curled to their fullest extent and you had a vice like grip on his hair as you came. Your sweet juices poured from your hole like water pours from a fountain. “There we go. That’s binnie’s good girl.” he crooned, sucking and slurping and drinking your cum up. “Fuck, so sweet baby. Could drink your sweet cum all day.”  he groaned, pulling back up and smashing your lips together. 

2 minutes 45 seconds and 34 nanoseconds

You loved it for various reasons. Being able to bring spice, literally, into the bedroom— or sweetness. Whether it was spraying and sucking whipped cream off his cock( one of your favorites), him spraying chocolate sauce on your cunt and licking it off before eating you out, making a lollipop molded from his cock that he would watch you suck on as if were his own cock—that’s a story for another day, or you licking caramel sauce off his chest and sucking it out of his belly bully like a shot glass. Not to mention Changbin sticking a lollipop in your cunt and licking off your nectar that was added and mixed with the lollipo’s strawberry flavor— he loved that one. It added, literal, flavor to the already debaucherous and sinful things going on on that bed.

However, Changbin had never eaten anything from inside of your pussy. 

And that brought you to your current position. 

It had all started earlier that night, after you finished dinner. “Yeobo, do you want dessert,” you asked your buff bunny boyfriend. “Sure, love bug, what’s on the menu?” He replied back, his tummy full from the meal you just shared. 

Looking through your fridge and freezer, you tilted your head, pretending to look for something— even though you had a plan this whole time. Pulling out the can of whipped cream that sat on the shelf, you shut the doors and turn to him. “Your favorite.” You giggled, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. 

“My favorite?” He was confused. He had a lot of favorites; your pussy, your tits, your ass, your lips,your cum, your spit. Food wise, he also had a lot of favorites, especially when it came to his dessert. Changbin loved Taiyaki, shaved ice, mochi, Felix’s brownies, again your cum. The list could  go on but your cum was always at the top, regardless. 

Perching up on his spot on the couch, he could see you holding a bottle of whipped cream. Oh. ….Oh. Standing from the couch, he strides towards you and braced his arms on either side of your frame thus locking you against the kitchen counter. “My favorite, huh, baby?” He breathed out, his plush lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. Nodding, you tilted your head to be able to capture his lips in a heated kiss. 

“Mhm, your favorite, binnie…….me,” you whispered, as his tongue slid into your mouth. “Oh? Is that so?” He gruffed out, biting your earlobe before pulling you in for a heated kiss. It was a conglomeration of spit swapping, your tongues fighting for dominance and shared moans. “Yea…..I’m your favorite treat to eat,” you whispered, his mouth swallowing the words.

Not only were you his favorite dessert; you were his favorite break, brunch, lunch,dinner, snack, midnight snack. Generally, you were just his favorite everything. Simply put. He could not, for the life of him or for your own sanity, get enough of you. Once Changin got a taste of you— even if it was the smallest taste— he couldn’t stop, not that he wanted to anyways.

 With his strong arms, in a split second he had you sit on the cool marble countertop. The coolness of the counter being a stark difference to the heat between your legs. What you, however, failed to realise was how Changbin grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it. “Open wide baby,” he cooed, his index and middle finger holding your jaw and pressing your lips open. “Mmmmm, so yummy,” he chuckled sinisterly, pressing the nozzle and dispensing the cold sweet whipped cream into your mouth.

As soon as the whipped cream was in your mouth, his mouth came chasing, gripping the base of your neck and licking, feverishly, into your mouth. It was sweet, sticky, creamy mess. You had melted whipped cream and saiva smeared around your mouth as Changbin continued his hot licks and sucks. Fuck. So sweet, bunny.” He panted, using the back of his hand to wipe the whipped cream and saliva concoction from his mouth.

Pushing you down to lay on the counter,he hastily pulled your sweatpants and panties off. “But not as sweet as this title pink cunt,” he breathed out.  His eyes locked onto the sight of your wet glistening pussy. “You trust me right?” he asked. What? Why would he even ask that? It was a silly question, “right baby?” What a silly little question to ask and especially during sexy times. 

“With my whole heart binnie. Why?” You knew he was up to something. He always has some idea in his pretty head. Then you felt and heard it. The sound of the whipped cream spraying and filling your cunt. It was an odd sensation. You couldn’t decipher if it was good or bad, however. “Oh….oh what thee fuck? Binnie?” You gasped, the cold cream mixing with your warm wetness. “Sh, just trust your binnie,” he winked before shoving his face between your thighs.

 Oh what the fuck.  He put whipped cream inside your pussy. Before you could even register, his tongue his making its way around your labia. “Oh my fuck, binnie!” this was not what you were expecting, but it felt good nonetheless. Peeking up at you through his eyelashes, you could see the proud smirk on his beautiful face. “Fuck bin! Feels good!” you whined, it was a feeling you couldn’t verbally describe. It was somehow, almost, enhancing the feeling. 

Being able to feel how the whipped cream was becoming less cold and whipped as it melted in your pussy was interesting, to say the least. But……you liked it. And yes, you may have played with food in the bedroom before, but never in this way. It was good, better than you expected, to be honest. 

Swirling his tongue in your cunt, you could feel how he was tensing his tongue to be able to scoop the melted whipped cream out. “I- fuck! Changbin! Oh my fucking fuck!” you pressed your eyes shut, and arched your back off the countertop. “Yeah, honey girl?” he perched, slightly pulling away from your wet cunt to take a breath in.

Oh. oh the sight was filthy. His mouth was covered in a mix of your nectars and a mixture of melted whipped cream. It was hot, even though that whipped cream was not….not now at least. “I-i fuck me……it feels so good. Make me feel so good.” you breathed out, eyes slightly glossed over as you panted, your chest heaving. 

“I’m sure it does, baby. You taste so good, almost better than you always do. Although, nothing beats the raw taste of that sweet creamy cunt.” he smirked, biting his lips. “Have a taste baby,” he panted out, collecting a fair amount of the pussy juice and whipped cream mixture on his calloused finger and pushed it into your mouth. 

Woah, it was good, if you had to say so yourself. You’ve tried your own cum before and admittedly it was pretty good. Not that you would go out of your own way to just consume your cum. But, changbin on the other hand would. He had an almost unhealthy obsession with your cum, and you in general. 

“Back to the matter,honey,” he smiled, and dove right back into your pussy. Even more rapidly, he slurped, drank and licked all of your juices. “Bin! I-hhhhng! I’m close!” thank god, because his cock was hard as a rock in his sweats. “Give me a good one, baby. Give binnie a good one,” he grunted into your cunt, the words slightly muffled. 

Fucking his tongue into your cunt, he used one hand to hold your waist to the counter while the spare hand was reaching into his sweatpants to palm his own cock. “Come on baby, cum for binnie. Be binnie’s good bunny.”

His good bunny. Binnie’s good bunny.

That was all it took for you. Snap, crackle, pop. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. “Yesyesyes binnie! I- hhhhhnnnngggg–i’m cumming! Fuck of my god!” snapping your eyes shut, gush after gush of your cum and whipped cream poured out of you. “Gooooood girl. Such a good bunny for binnie.” changbin praised you. Sucking the mix of your cum and whipped cream from your hole. “Such a sweet little cunt. My favorite fucking dessert evert,” he conceded, giving one last kiss to your clit before pulling away to shove his sweat pants down. 

“Fuck, bin. I need you in me, fuck, please.” he was going to give it to you good, and soon. “I know bunny,” he smiled, a chuckle falling from his cum–and whipped cream– covered lips. He loved seeing you so desperate and needy for him. It turned him on, knowing he did that to you. It was one of his favorite sights to see.

But, the sight of his fat dripping cock splitting the lips of your cunt open was near the top of his list. “Ssssh, bunny. I know. Binnie knows,” he consoled, seeing you opening your legs further to welcome his built and muscular body. Grasping his girth in his hand, he lined his ruddy fat cockhead with your hole. “You ready, bunny?” he teased, painting his cockhead up and down your cunt, from clit to your hole. 

What a fucking tease. Whining, you circled your thighs around his waist in effort to sink his cock into you. “Yes! Yes, i’m so ready! Want it so bad- fuck- so bad,binnie! Please please pl-”you begged, tears beginning to build in your eyes. Suddenly, his full girth was splitting you open–almost like a banana split. A binnie split,you could say. “Fuck, bunny. How are you still so fucking tight?” he groaned, stabilizing himself on his feet before slowly withdrawing his hips. “I fucked you this morning and you’re still so tight, bunny.”

It, really, was a great question. With how active your sex life is, you were still really tight, not that he was complaining. Your binnie would never, he loved how you sucked him in and held his cock with a vice grip. It was addicting.

Slowly, he pushed his cock back in and you positively mewled. “Hnnnng! Fuck, so full, binnie!” you wailed. His cock always made  you feel so full, like after a good meal. His cock was like a meal, for you. “Ye-yeah? Feel full of my cock, darling?” he groaned, slowly starting to build a rhythm of slow deep drags. “Uh huh! So full, feels so–hnnngggg– good!” You sobbed, arms extending to hold onto his shoulders. Dragging his hips against yours, he groaned and let his head fall forward,eyes closing in bliss. “You feel so good,bunny.” he grunted, blinking his eyes open. 

With his chin tucked to his chest, he could see just how well you were taking his thick cock. “Oh fuck, bunny. Taking binnie’s cock so well,” he lamented, seeing how your wet and creamy cunt was swallowing his cock. Your labia stretched around his girth. How had he never watched how your little cunt stretched around him? He would have to watch that more often, maybe even record it for when he’s away on tours. If you let him ,that is. 

“Uh huh. Binnie. So fu-fuck- so full.” you crooned, hitching your legs higher to slot in the creases of his elbows. “More, need more binnie, please,” you begged, leaning the back of your head on the counter as your hair splayed around you. “Fuck me, of course. Anything binnie’s bunny wants, she gets.” he panted out, picking up his pace. Not too fast but incredibly deep.

“I-hhhnnnnggg! Like that binnie! Fuck, fuck me like that!!” You wailed, tears spilled from your eyes as your nails dug into his muscular bulging shoulders. “Yeah, like that bunny? Feel me so deep like this,bunny?” yes, you could feel it so deeply, each vein and small stream of his precum. You could feel it all. It was overwhelming. 

“Ye-yes! Feel your cock so deep in me, binnie!” you whined, toes curling. Pressing his hips against your snugly, it felt like his cockhead was pressing against your cervix while also splitting you open and almost to your limits. His cock was just so thick, you could barely wrap your hand around it. “I know bunny. You just hug my cock so good with your little pussy. So warm and wet.” his scratchy voice creaked out. “Nee-need you to move binnie. Please, move.” the pants and begs and pleas spilled out like a water faucet. 

Nodding, he pulled back and pressed back into you. Thwack. You could hear the visceral and raunchy smack of his heavy cum filled balls smack against your ass. “Oh-oh! Fuck, again, do that again, binnie,” you pleaded as you could feel your walls start to close in on his girthy cock. “Like this, bunny,” he teased, rolling his hips into yours and grinded his pelvic bone against your clit. 

The grind of his trimmed curly black pubic hairs against your sensitive clit paired with the feel of his girthy cock splitting you open was blindingly good. “Uh huh! Hhhhnnnngggg! Ju-just like that,binnie!” Sobs and cried and wails tumbling from your raspy throat and out of your pink lips. “I’m getting close, binnie! Fuuuuck!” You cried, eyes rolling back. 

“I know, bunny. I can feel you gripping my cock so good. Gonna let me breed this pretty pussy?” He questioned, feeling his own orgasm building, the familiar coil building as the pressure was stacking in his lower abdomen. He was going to cum soon. But, he needed you to cross the finish line first.

“Fuck!Hnnngggg– of course! Yes yes! Slightly picking up the pace, his rhythm was slightly altering as he started to chase the feeling of his orgasm. “Come one bunny. Give me another one. I know you want to. be my good bunny. Binnie’s good little bunny to breed.” He grunted out, voice slightly worn and cracking. “Yeah. want to be binnie’s good bunny,” you pouted, as he reached to rub your clit and sped his pace.

Broken cries fell from your lips, the stimulation of his thick cock, his calloused finger rubbing your clit, him wanting to breed you. It was all too much, in the best way you could possibly imagine. “I-i’m close binnie!” his hips only faltered more as he was on the brink of his own orgasm. 

“Fuck– come on bunny,” he slightly begged, wanting to get you over the orgasmic bridge first. He always made you cum first. Now, that was his main goal. Driving his cock into your cunt deeply, he pressed frantic yet precise figures on  your clit. “I-fuck! Binnie! Almost there! Gonna gum for you binnie, gonna be your good bunny!” You cried, as the band snapped.

Rip, tear, visceral bliss. Your orgasm rammed into you and ripped your body to shreds. A pleasured yet pained scream tore from the depths of your soul as your cunt gripped his cnt tighter than it had before. “Fuuuuuuck! Ahhhh fuck! Cum-cumming cumming cumming!” You wailed, your voice hoarse and strained as you cried. Your head thrown back, he could see your body heaving as you choked on air as you came and his cock started twitching even with your walls gripping him so tightly..  “Oh my fuck, binnie!” you sobbed, your arms giving out, leaving you to fall onto the counter under you and your legs shook like autumn leaves. 

That was all it took for Changbin. With one final push, he pressed is hips against yours the farthest he could and threw his head back. With his vision going white and his ears rang, he let out an animalistic primal groan out. “Fuuuuuuck, bunny. Gonna breed your cunt, squeezing me like a fucking vice.” He seethed, reeling his cock twitching as the numerous roped and spurts and gushes of his cum emptied from his heavy balls. He didn’t have to look to know or see that he came a lot. “Fuuuuuck,uuuuugggghhhhh, bunny. Take my cum.” the words flew from his lips as he stilled inside you. And take his cum you would. You did every time. 

“fill me, binnie! Breed me!” You begged, feeling your womb fill with his cum. Blinking himself into reality, he saw how much he and you came. There was a thick ring of your mixed cum at the thick base of his cock and it was dripping onto your kitchen counter. Fuck, you were in the kitchen and there was windows.

Rapidly, he snapped his head to the windows above your sink. Mortified, he made eye contact with your neighbor. The poor lady had seen you two. Now , you didn’t know how long she had been there. But she got a good show and for free. But, he knew he couldn;t tell you that you two had been caught in the act.

Shielding your body from other peoples’ eyes, he laid over your shaking frame. But, damn, that felt so good. Delicately, he pulled his cock from your cunt and it only spilled out even more. Fuck. there was a lot of cum. A decent puddle of it forming on the counter, as you laid panting. “That was….so good,binnie.” You tiredly giggled. 

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips and used a washcloth to wipe up your mess. No longer was it white from whipped cream but his cum. Would he be able to taste the vanilla of the whipped cream at all? Curiously, he collected a bit on his finger and sucked it into his mouth. 

Hm. it was mostly yours and his cum. But, there was the faintest taste of vanilla whipped cream. He liked it.

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[september-rainn]

Teen!Regressor Jack Twist Headcanons

I haven't seen anything of Jack regressing, but he's ALSO regressor-coded to me. Mentions of baby Ennis because I cannot help myself I'm addicted

CW: Mentions of hypersexuality

☘︎ Teen regressor; Regresses to the ages 14-19 usually

☘︎ He regresses both voluntarily and involuntarily. Given his natural childish demeanor, it's hard to notice when he is regressing and this can leave him feeling stressed and dissatisfied with no clue why

☘︎ Started regressing when he was late twenties/early thirties. It was a way to escape the stress of being a new father + the situationship with Ennis. He likes returning to who he was when he met Ennis. It makes it feel okay, if only for a moment

☘︎ He writes in a diary (he insists it's a journal) when he's regressed. He complains a lot there. It helps him get those repressed feelings out without throwing a teen tantrum. He doodles sometimes. Ennis has never seen them, but Jack gets too embarrassed

☘︎ Smokes and drinks a lot less, surprisingly. It's more thrilling when he does as opposed to the casual sipping/smoking he does in big space. Plus, he's deathly afraid of getting caught by Ennis

☘︎ Ennis is a total hardass of a dad. It gets on Jack's nerves. He's not rebellious on purpose, but he is rambunctious, and this causes conflict between the two

☘︎ This is rarely a problem. 70% of the time, Jack is babysitting a regressed Ennis. He gets a lot of joy, but can be overbearing to Ennis with his energy. Poor baby just needs sleep

☘︎ Helps with his hypersexuality problems. It's easier to blame it on puberty and ignore it than accept it comes from a need to be loved :(

☘︎ ROLLERSKATES!! He's not great at it, he only practices when he's regressed, but he has fun, falls and all

☘︎ Likes playing ball with Ennis too! Ennis gets tuckered out way too fast, and jack pesters him until he agrees to play again

☘︎ Play fights a LOT. Will randomly tackle Ennis to the ground

☘︎ On the phone a concerning amount. The whole time he's rambling on about his day to Ennis. He fiddles with the cord

☘︎ He also chews on pens. Every time he's regressed, one of his pens gets chewed half to death. Absentminded habit

☘︎ He's a destructive teen. He'll do stupid stuff and end up breaking a bottle of whisky and getting in trouble for it

☘︎ He will sit by the radio for hours. He tells Ennis about all the new songs. He grumbles in response to seem like he knows what he's talking about

☘︎ Similarly reads a lot of magazines. Will rip out pages he likes and put them in his journal. He'll tape them onto letters too and mail them to Ennis. He can always tell when a letter is from a younger Jack because his handwriting will be much sloppier

☘︎ He cannot sit still what so ever. He'll spin around in his seat and get into 5 different positions within minutes

☘︎ Calls Ennis his, "old man" or "Dad"

☘︎ When they're both regressed, Ennis sees Jack as a big brother. He will call him, "brother" or make attempts to do it. Ends up sounding like "brudd..r" (if it sounds like anything other than babbling)

☘︎ While big space Jack's worried about care, little space Jack cares about playing with Ennis. He dangles a lot of stuff in front of Ennis's face, makes a lot of noise, plays peek-a-boo, ect

☘︎ Very very very affectionate. Almost always hugging and kissing Ennis. little space Jack has a hard time containing his cuteness aggression towards baby Ennis

☘︎ Still the best cg ever <3 Ennis loves him so much

[kale-smoothies]

You said you don’t mind requests once in a while so, if I may politely?

I would love to see a few doodles of a paranoid jittery Scourge (who’s fresh out of prison/while in prison still. )

In your style or on-model. Either way will be intriguing to see.

Sorry this took a while I’m just really lost interest in drawing for a while </3

look at this loser, everyone boo him

[radi0gh4stxd]

Boo! I have come back bearing more drawings. Most of these are doodles about the Soggy au by @milestonekestrel yet again. (Sorry for the continued @, do tell me to stop if you get tired of it.)

This was a one off, i wanted to use more brighter colours, so Soggy!Suze was nominated for the attempt at colouring. I do feel like I could’ve done better but eh, whatever.

Now, I don’t know if it’s like, obvious but Finlay is my favourite character, so, it’s only right I draw angst for and of her. I love her truly <33 The lyrics are from a song called ‘Bust your knee caps’ on YouTube. I don’t really know why I picked this song, seeing as there’s many others I could’ve chosen, but I just thought those lyrics in particular fit lol.

I do have more drawings I plan to post, mostly of Finlay, but I’ll post those another time. <3

Here, another extra doodle of Soggy!Brodie for making it this far into this mess of a post!

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 1

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Alastor X reader, F/M. You are new to the hotel staff working under Alastor. He spends his days pestering and tormenting you. But that pestering turns into a competition, one you want to win. Can you get the upper hand? Are you getting too close to him? Warnings: No real warnings for this chapter, just Alastor being a dick. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Thanks @sailorsmouth for the doodle and encouragement!

Darby Link Tree

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Chapter 1: A New Start

It had been three months since you walked out of your job at VoxTek and you were starting to get desperate. Without work to focus on, everything else felt so much harder. You had nothing but stress to distract you and it wasn’t enough. You pushed your self-loathing to the side.

You rushed out the door, wanting to get to the interview early. The last interview you had went poorly. Perhaps it was the interviewer, or maybe it was the fact that you were covered by entrails from an incident out front. Hell is a wild place, expect the unexpected. But you were set, nothing was going to ruin this. You adjusted your plastic poncho, surprise bodily fluids or parts were going to get you today. The joke, per usual, was on you. You should have also worn rain boots you thought, as a large gush of blood filled your shoes. You groaned. Watching the still-gushing corpse being dragged down the alleyway next to you. 

The cafe door's bell dinged as you walked in, pulling off the poncho. Despite pouring your shoes out on the curb, they still made a soggy squish as you walked. The cafe was pretty empty except for one person sitting at a table. You froze. No way, you thought, that can't be who I'm meeting

Vaggie sat nervously at the booth waiting. She had lost track of how many interviews she had gone through for this position. She had hired eight people so far and none of them had lasted longer than a week. Why did Alastor have to be such a pain in the ass? The hotel needed help, since the last extermination and the elimination of Adam, sinners started to accept the hotel. Their residency numbers had shifted dramatically and more staff was needed to keep things running. But for whatever reason, the one position that needed to be filled was constantly challenged by the person Vaggie was trying to help in the first place. Vaggie looked up and waved at you, you hesitantly approached the table. 

"Hi! So nice to meet you!" Vaggie got up and shook your hand. You both sat down. Typical interview discussions ensued, past experience, general information about the hotel, etc. You could see that Vaggie was eager, maybe a little stressed. 

"So.. what exactly is my job position?" you asked.

"Well.... there's a lot of miscellaneous work that needs to be done until we figure out a better workflow for the hotel while it goes through these changes. But for the most part you'll uh..." her tone became painful. " Be assisting Alastor...." Your facial expression dropped to concern.

"That's uh, a hell of a job..." you said. 

"Well...." Vaggie's teeth were gritting together, knowing she needed to be upfront about the position. "...based on your resume, I think you are the most qualified person so far. And the pay is great! It kinda has to be at this point.” She sighed “Look, we’re getting desperate." 

Oh, you were qualified alright, six years at VoxTek putting up with the most insane bullshit you could imagine. If it wasn't Velvette being an absolute cunt, it was Valentino being a fucking nightmare, Vox surprisingly was the least painful to work with. Which is why you ended up in the position you did. He eventually made you his assistant, to keep you convenient and close. And frankly, if you could put up with Vox's boo hoo "Alastor doesn't love me" baby bullshit, how hard could this job be? At best, Alastor doesn't like you and you keep looking for jobs. At worst... you die a terrible and painful death. At least then the job worry wouldn't be a concern anymore. Fuck it, you thought. 

"Yeah, I do see your point." you sighed. "Alright."

"Can you start tomorrow?" she asked eagerly

They had offered you a room at the hotel. You felt it best to endure the trial period Alastor seemed to be implementing before you gave up your crummy apartment. You laid in bed both excited and dreading tomorrow. Vox was going to lose his shit, you thought. You knew WAY too much about his personal life concerning Alastor and there was nothing in Heaven or Hell that would convince Vox you weren't doing this just to hurt him. But that was his problem. In honesty, it was the last place you wanted to work. You wanted so badly to be free of your current situation. Let things go and move on. You hoped this wouldn't blow up in your face. But most things did, it was Hell after all. 

You woke early, the Hotel was a good distance from your apartment. You took a cab to be safe on time. You didn't bother with the poncho, Alastor struck you as someone who would enjoy you being uncomfortable covered in drying sticky blood. The lobby was large, you hadn't been to the Hotel before and you didn't know what to expect but you found yourself impressed. Most of Vox’s footage was from the outside of the hotel. 

Vaggie waved you down and welcomed you. Introduced you to the staff one by one. Charlie was thrilled to meet you. But you got the feeling she felt that way about anyone and anything. Vaggie went over the floor plan of the hotel, kitchen, dining room, and so on. You scribbled away on a notepad. Sounded like the dress code was relaxed here, you felt relief. Vox always made you wear these business suit-like outfits that surely came from Val's studio, they were so tight and short. You didn't mind at the time, it made your unprofessional activities much easier, but the idea of wearing your own clothes sounded nice.

"Here is your desk. You'll be using the computer to log complaints from the guests, ordering supplies, typical stuff." She looked down to see a shattered computer screen. "UGHHH pendejo! I recommend saving a backup copy of everything you do, Alastor is still protesting the use of the computer and keeps destroying it." It didn't surprise you, you knew for a fact Vox spends all his free time spying on the Hotel. And any electronic device was an in for him. "ALASTOR!!!!" She yelled. 

"No need to shout" Alastor was right next to her. She jumped. 

"Stop doing shit like this!" she pointed to the computer. "You are sabotaging the hotel!" 

"I'm doing no such thing." He looked at his nails, uninterested. 

"Uuugghhhhh! .. Whatever." Vaggie pinched her fingers between her eyes and collected herself. She took a deep breath. "Alastor, this is ---" She was cut off by the sound of Charlie calling for her, tears gushing from her eyes. "Shit. Sorry! I'll be right back!" She gave you a look of concern, and you gave her a reassuring nod, letting her know you'd be fine without her. 

"I assume you are the new replacement." Alastor said flatly.

"And hopefully the last." you said cheerily. 

"Mmm. Hope. So fun to destroy!" he spun his microphone. "Very well then. Follow me." 

You followed him through the hotel as he listed item after item that needed to be done. You scratched away at your notepad. He was clearly trying to overwhelm you, it didn't however. It felt similar to the days that you assisted Velvette. Constant list of demands that were consistently changing without notice. 

"Actually, Alastor sir, there's something I'd like to discuss before we go any further. If that's alright?" 

He leaned towards you, head tilted. "And what might that be, my dear?" 

"One of the reasons Vaggie thought I would be a good fit for this position is my previous experience." 

"I'm afraid I haven't looked at your resume, inlighten me, will you?"

"Well.." It was awkward and somewhat painful to say, but you knew it needed to be done. "For the last six years I've been employed at V Tower, the last three years I was Vox's personal assistant." You had previously been very confident up until this point, but this was uncomfortable. "I figured it was best to tell you right away, rather than you finding out later. I didn't want it to look like I was hiding something." 

"Hmm. Very wise of you. Why pursue new employment?" 

"There were a lot of reasons. But my relationship with Vox had become... unprofessional." You pushed the image of Vox fucking you on his desk back down into the pit it came up from. "He's pushy and controlling, both as a boss and... whatever else we were. Always wanting more, pushing boundaries constantly. But bottom line, he broke my trust.” 

Alastor knew exactly what you meant. Vox had constantly pushed for more from Alastor. And being set in his ways, Alastor often felt like he and Vox were sheets of sandpaper slowly wearing away at each other. He of course didn't tell you any of this, there he remained with his unnerving smile. 

"Hmm." He leaned in closer to you and placed the tip of his claw under your chin, tilting your head to an uncomfortable angle. "Quite a dangerous move, switching sides like this." Alastor was a bit taller than you, but right now it felt like he towered over you, you knew he was trying to intimidate you. Radio static hissed in your ears. You stood your ground, staring into his deep eyes. Eyes that felt like dark endless pits. He snapped back to his smiling self, straightening up. "Well, enduring those buffoons, maybe you will last longer than the others!" He chuckled. "I do however appreciate the disclosure. Come, come." You took an exhale of relief and followed. You hoped this information would make you more valuable in the long run.

You knew a lot, more than you should, about the inner workings of VoxTek. Vox was arrogant, he liked to boast. Showing you the newest upgrades that haven't been released, all the ways he spied on the city. One thing in particular, you savored. He left you alone in his penthouse once, you weren't snooping per se, but tucked away was a small ..shrine? For lack of a better word. Where Vox kept all his trinkets and photos from when he and Alastor were "friends". You felt, should the need call for it, you could be very helpful to the Hotel if Vox became a bigger threat. Though guilt did run through you, despite the bad parts, you missed Vox. A lot of those things were told to you in confidence. And you didn't have any intention of sharing them unless Vox forced you to. You knew it was only a matter of time before he got wind of your new job. And no doubt in your mind, Vox would indeed be a personal problem. 

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The days following would be a struggle, Alastor wanted his coffee and paper by 7 AM. The hotel was at least a forty-five-minute walk and you didn't have much left in your account to pay for a cab. A room at the hotel sounded more and more appealing. Entering the gates you picked up the paper, putting it under your arm. You set your bag down at your desk and headed to the kitchen. Pulling out your notepad, you flipped to the page where you wrote down instructions on how to make Alastor's coffee the way he liked it. Hopefully, he wasn't the type to throw it at you if it wasn't right. Velevette threw her coffee at you once, burning your arm. You were ready to make some new memories that didn't involve the trauma endured by the V's. 

Coffee, cloth napkins, and paper were placed on a tray. You contemplated folding the napkin like a swan but decided against it. It was a silly thought, and you didn't want to come off as trying too hard, even though that was what he set you up for, to try hard and fail. You tapped your nails against the tray as the elevator ascended up to Alastor's room. It was 6:58 AM. You stood outside his door watching the clock. Only at 7 AM, on the dot, did you set the tray down in front of his door. Alastor was sitting in his chair reading, ready to scold you for being early and found himself slightly impressed. Getting rid of you the typical way might be harder than he thought. All the others were so easy to frighten. But if there was anything Alastor loved, it was a challenge. He had been bored out of his mind playing this hotel game. Unable to leave and pursue more interesting ventures. And the rest of the core group of hotel residents were getting annoyed with his antics. Maybe you could entertain him for a little while. Surely there had to be something that would break you. He waited for the elevator to descend before retrieving the tray. 

You snuck into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee, before anyone came in to make breakfast. You made yourself at home at your desk. The drawers were a mess from the previous employees. You sipped your coffee and organized your papers. Looking over previous orders for supplies and food, trying to get an idea of how much the hotel goes through monthly.

"Why good morning!" Alastor said, suddenly at your side, bent over, his face a bit too close to yours. You tried your best not to jump, you had a feeling that would be happening often. "At your desk already? Don't you want to join your new comrades at the breakfast table? Hmm?" 

"Good morning to you too sir. No, not today. Until I have a full understanding of my schedule, I don't want to add anything unnecessary to my plate." 

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, as they say." 

"I'm pretty sure that's a con cereal companies used to sell sugar to children." Alastor held in a laugh.  "Coffee is fine for now. Speaking of-" You looked up at him. "How was your coffee this morning? Did I make it correctly?" 

"It was passable I suppose." It was the best he could do without lying and without giving you praise. "There are some errands I need to be done." He handed you a list. Skimming over it, it seemed doable to get done by the end of the day. "I want it done by noon." 

"...noon?!" It was already 9 AM, here it was, an impossible task. Setting you up to fail. Maybe you could use some of your third-party contacts from VoxTek? "Alright.. I'll see what I-"

You were both suddenly interrupted by the boisterous sounds coming from the dining room. Leaning forward over your desk, you could see Charlie was singing. 

"Hmm. Glad I skipped breakfast...." you said flatly. You didn't see it but Alastor smirked. 

The tasks given proved to be a bit difficult. All things Alastor could have easily done himself, but where was the fun in that? You did take advantage of some of your previous contacts, which helped immensely. You took care of a few calls before heading to the city. Most of the errands were pick-ups and drop-offs. One task, in particular, you'd have to call in a favor for. Meanwhile, Alastor was eavesdropping, hoping to see you struggle and stress. 

"Frankie, listen, if this order isn't here by noon, I will personally come down there, pull your intestines out your asshole, and festoon them along the fence of this establishment. Do you understand?" Frankie babbled in your ear. "Great, I'm so glad we could come to an agreement. As always, a pleasure to work with you." 

Alastor couldn't help but have a genuine smile on his face, he wouldn't admit it, but he liked how you got things done. Threatening someone in such a creative way delighted him. 

You hoofed it around the city for hours, practically running from destination to destination. You were exhausted and sweaty when you arrived back at the hotel. It was a few minutes before noon, just in time to see Frankie's delivery truck be unloaded. 

"In the kitchen, please. Thanks, fellas!" You yelled to them.

Your arms were full as you dumped everything on your desk. Gently folding Alastor's dry cleaning over your chair, stacking some of the items. Including a few books. How does this help the hotel? You thought. Hoping these kinds of tasks would end once Alastor was bored with you. 

"Well- color me impressed. All with five minutes to spare!" Alastor appeared in front of your desk. "Though it does seem like something is missing. That's too bad. I had such high hopes for you, dear." 

You gave him the biggest shit-eating grin you could muster and pointed at the two men coming through the door hauling a freshly slaughtered deer to the kitchen. If you weren't already intensely looking at him you would have missed Alastor's eye twitch. Someone might as well handed you a trophy. It took everything in you to not showboat as you followed the delivery men into the kitchen.

The deer was laid on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. You signed their papers and the men were gone. Alastor, suddenly in an apron, was ready to go. A black tentacle sliced its head off with a sharp crack. 

"Hold this." 

He handed you the head. You held it by the antlers, dripping blood onto the floor by your feet. You stood there for a while, watching Alastor prepare. Realizing that he didn't need your help, this was just another task to pain you. The head was heavy and your arms were getting tired. As you adjusted, trying to give your arms a break, you felt the antlers texture in your hands, it reminded you of a gaudy hotel in Montana your parents took you to in the summer of '92. 

"If you do this often, which I get the feeling you do- you could save the antlers and make a chandelier. It would look good by the bar."

"Hmmm." Alastor glanced at you as he removed the skin. It wasn't a bad idea, however, he could just make one just like he made the bar itself. But an opportunity was found. "Very well then." He snapped his fingers and the head fell off the antlers. Landing on your feet with a splat. Filling your shoes with coagulating blood. 

You groaned. What the fuck, were these shoes cursed? Blood squished between your toes. The sensory overload made you want to scream. You swallowed it down. Instead, letting out a loud sigh. You sat the antlers down on the counter and picked up the head. Alastor couldn't help but to cackle.

"So glad you are amused." You said flatly. 

"Oh indeed I am." 

In truth, he was. But also disappointed. He didn't get so much as a yelp out of you. A measly groan? He was losing his touch. But the clear discomfort the drying blood in your shoes provided would have to be enough. At this point, the head you clutched to your chest was dripping down your front. You greatly regretted wearing a skirt today. Alastor watched the blood drip down your legs from the corner of his eye. Pooling further in your shoes. 

You stood there for what felt like ages. How long did it take to gut a deer? He couldn't be using the whole thing, could he? What was he even making? You got tired of standing and hopped on the counter, hugging the head now in your lap. You were already covered in blood, it didn’t really matter now that the base of the severed head was soaking into your lap. Thankful your skirt was at least black. Alastor would have to try harder than this to drive you out. He’d previously been relying too heavily on his reputation and the fear people felt from his presence. He would have to get more creative with you, how fun. 

"Hiiiiiii guuuuuuuys!" Charlie popped her head into the kitchen, breaking your concentration. "There is a short group activity we are about to do! Would you like to join us? " She glances at you, then at the glob of sticky at your feet. "Mayyyybeee we could get you some slippers...? Alastor?"

"You may go." You’d rather hold the deer, but you weren’t about to let him know that. 

You dropped the head in the sink with a thud and a squelch. Alastor smirked, enjoying the squishing sound your shoes made as you walked away. You were grateful to have clean feet and warm slippers. But the short group activity wasn't short at all. It had been several hours at this point and the deer head didn't seem so bad now. You sat slumped in a chair, waiting for your turn to share your “feelings”. Charlie had sung two songs now, she was a lovely person but this activity was making you want to claw your eyes out. You sat up straight when you saw the kitchen door open, pretending to be engaged in the activity. God forbid Alastor to catch on that this was torment for you, he’d end up signing you up for every activity Charlie came up with.  

The rest of the day was filled with busy work. By the time 5 PM rolled around you were exhausted. You grabbed your jacket and purse, heading out the front door. By the time you got home, you felt like you were going to collapse. Just get through this week, you thought, things will level out after that. You trudged up the four flights of stairs and as you approached your apartment you noticed a note on your door. EVICTION NOTICE in bold print. You ripped it off the door and crumpled it in your hand.

Great. 

[flesh--cousin]

helloooo! boo!! hehe trick or treat!!!

pls may i request a drawing of michael shelley?? also maybe a doodle of my tma oc if you draw ocs? he looks like this

Maybe the sketches are a bit late, but yesterday was SO. BUSY. I loved drawing your of sm — the face claim for my beautiful Michael Shelley is @theclownfromdowntown 😍😍 but these are just sketches <3