#i'm sorry this is taking so long

[iolaussharpe-24]

Barbie in the Mojave - Weird Barbie's Chapter

THE FIC IS STILL ALIVE!! Some junk is happening on my end, but here's a mini chapter that I've been meaning to do. Thank you so much for reading chapters one and two and for being patient with me!

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@waywardrose, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @lunar-ghoulie, @ominoose, @reallyrallyauthor

@steven-grants-world, @clemdango04, @have-you-seen-my-sanity, @missdictatorme, @angelitawings

@outey-spacey, @autismsupermusicalassassin, @mandytrekkie @soft-persephone

Feel free to ask questions about anything as well. I'm happy to talk about my process with anyone that's interested.

“Hey uh… what’s this doing here?” Weird Barbie asked as she picked up the map that Teen Talk Barbie was supposed to give to Stereotypical Barbie before she left for the real world. “T.T. what the heck? She’s not going to know where to go without this!”

The blonde looked at the map and said, “Well, I looked at the map and it’s just a straight line so I thought that,” her voice changed halfway through to a loud, gruff man’s, “any old jarhead could figure it out. Even if his head is shoved up his own-“

“Dang it T.T. I thought I fixed that!” Weird Barbie groaned as she topped the map aside.

“What’s wrong?” asked Oreo Barbie.

“Well, like Mattel when they did your collaboration, G.I. Teen Talk over there wasn’t thinking too hard." She showed the map to the unfortunately branded doll and traced the path into the desert from Barbieland with her finger. “It’s a straight line until about here. Then it turns slightly left. Just slightly. It’s a very acute angle. But it’s there and it makes a world of difference. Literally.”

Earring Magic Ken walked over to glance at the map too, curious to know what could go wrong. In fact, several Barbies and Kens did. And Weird Barbie found herself in the middle of a small crowd so tight that she couldn’t even do a split.

“You guys aren’t going to back up until I tell you, are you? Okay. Look. If she makes that left turn, she goes to the Real World. If she goes right, she goes to see some of the larger Mattel family. My Scene, Monster High, American Girl, you get the idea. If she goes out far enough she’ll go all the way out to meet Major Matt Mason and Captain Lazer. Honestly, going right is the best of the worst case scenario. If she goes straight, which is most likely to happen now, thanks to someone,” she added, turning to face Teen Talk Barbie. “She’s going to go somewhere we can’t follow. She’ll end up in a place where no doll belongs. A wild west of chaos where anything can and will happen. Turning human’s going to be the least of that doll’s problems.”

“Where did she go?” asked Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds Barbie, the three crows attached to her head, shoulder, and hip actually still and silent for once.

“A place I like to call…. Fanfictionland.”

A couple of the dolls exchanged worried glances. They had a rough idea of what could happen there. The movie collaboration dolls especially.

Romance novel Ken spoke up next. “Maybe she’ll end up somewhere pleasant? Not everything that happens in-”

“And what if she ends up somewhere terrible?” asked Black Canary Barbie, sounding angry. “Do you have any idea what could happen out there? Humans are crazy. They write pure insanity. And that’s not accounting for the ones that don’t get anything for it and just want to have fun!”

“Is there a way we could save her?” asked Earring Magic Ken.

Weird Barbie shrugged. “…. We can hope she finds her way back out.”

[honeycinnamon]

Hello my loves, chapter 4 is taking a little longer than I hoped, but assure you this is just more content for all of you. To hold you over, here is another snippet for you, as promised. Enjoy! ;)

 Peppering a few more kisses along Ao’nung cock, Neteyam lazily dragged his tongue from the base up to the tip of the cock in his hold, enjoying the way it twitched in his hold. A almost strangled moan left the Ao’nung when the Omoticaya at his feet finally took him into his mouth once more. Slowly, he sank down until his nose brushed against the flesh of the other man’s abdomen and he tilted his head back slightly so he could drink in the look in those blue eyes.

It would be an understatement to say that Neteyam was in love with those blue eyes. No, he was damn near obsessed with drinking in each emotion that crossed them, especially when they were glazed over in pure lust. He hated being watched, but he wanted those eyes on him forever, they were just so intoxicating. There wasn’t a drop of shame in him when Ao’nung looked at him with hooded eyes and that smug fucking grin.

The hand in his hair ran through his braids gently, encouragingly, as the man above him spoke, “I should punish you for teasing me like this. You said you wanted to make me feel good, but now, I think you just wanted to torture me.”

Slowly, Neteyam pulled off that other man’s cock, stroking it as he croaked out, “I just can’t help myself, your reactions are so intoxicating. I’m almost starting to understand why you take such pleasure in teasing me.”

“My reactions?” The fingers in the Omoticaya’s hair tightened painfully, keeping his eyes on Ao’nung, like there was anywhere else he’d look in that moment. With a devilish glint in his eyes, the Metkayina argued, “You’re the one who’s intoxicating, sweetness. It’s all I can do to keep myself from plunging into that sweet cunt of yours when you moan my name.”

A shiver ran down Neteyam’s spine, he always thought of himself as shameless when they had sex, but Ao’nung always proved him wrong. The man truly didn’t have any filter on his comments or compliments, even when they were in the library for their tutoring sessions. Swallowing on nothing, Neteyam quietly offered, “Maybe after I finish down here, because that does sound enticing, but not more than getting you off.”

After a moment, the fingers in his hair eased up a little bit, and Ao’nung grinned, “What a giving little cocksleeve. Maybe, if you’re good for me, I’ll give you a nice reward.”

Rewards were always fun with Ao’nung, so long as Neteyam did what he was supposed to and followed the few rules they had between each other. Of course, Ao’nung never left him unsatisfied, but rewards told him that he’d done good, that he had earned the pleasure the other man always provided without question. Sometimes, Neteyam was rewarded with cuddles after both of them were satiated or even a nice massage, if Ao’nung bent him over in a less comfortable position. There were even the rare occasions where Ao’nung would spank him, offering him a sweet tinge of pain with his pleasure.

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[dunmeshistash]

why did the demon put cunty new evil outfits on marcille and laios when they became dungeon lords?

The real answer is that clothing inspires confidence the real real answer is that he wasn't gonna let them go outside dressed like that.

[lizethdraws]

Imagine Ben messing with a laser pointer and Rook tries to catch the red dot.

rook is never beating the cat allegations

[vaguely-concerned]

can't believe garak went from 'hope you have fun following my little breadcrumb trail of maybe-truths doctor it builds character ;)' at the beginning of the show to '*sigh* fuck it here's the whole loaf. the entire fucked up bakery of my soul. if you somehow still wanna have sex with me after this you know where I am, yours in infinite longing etc.' in a stitch in time. has anyone ever been so pathetically horrifically enduringly down bad as garak is for julian (laudatory)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[khaotunq]

gif request | Anonymous asked: Can you please make a FirstKhaotung best kisses gifset?

[ask-queen-arti]

"Damage Control" [ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 ]

(OOC: she is back! sorry for the inactivity, and thank you for being patient)

[cherrie-blue-s]

Third Jason todd request done!

A few more to go!

This took longer due to me not liking the first attempt

after a few days of procrastination, i finally finished it

[wispscribbles]

why are you and your drawings so cool 😭🙏

afdsasdfasg thank you !! irl ppl would laugh at me being called cool lol - Have a ghoap as thanks <33

[omaano]

Another comfy sleepy clone pile ^^

Oh wow, it's been so so many months, I hope you're still around Anon to see this! ❤️

Polyamorous/platonic poses

and the other drawings I’ve made for them

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[squid2corn]

This is stupid and I don't know if you do request but could you draw Peppino and Noise getting forced to hug eachother?

They do (not) tolerate each other's presence

[duckmessiah]

wait youre doing these in mspiant????!!!! holy cannoli my guy thats awesome. you are awesome

if you have time and or motivation would you consider drawing some pepsicola for my soul? :)

yeah i just like to use mspaint sometimes as a fun challenge + i think it's really suitable for homestuck fanart. i'm drawing on a tablet so it's not that hard

personally i don't ship it but i am really picky about shipping in general and i'm trying to stop being a hater so here's my attempt

[beefcakekinard]

43 + 45 for bucktommy 💕💕💕

43. falling asleep with their head in your lap +

45. running hands through hair

In the unflattering fluorescent hospital lighting, in a hard plastic visitor's chair, Evan looks wan. The light hits his face at odd angles, dragging down the deep bags under his eyes, draining his skin of its colour, its rosy vital glow.

Tommy has never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"Hey, baby," he rasps. He tries to clear his throat and ends up in a coughing fit that sets pain lancing through his body. Evan's eyes widen and in his rush to get a straw between Tommy's lips, he spills water on Tommy's chest.

"Hey, hey, it's good to see you awake," Evan says as Tommy sips his water. "How are you feeling?"

Tommy lets the straw go and tries to take stock. He looks down at himself - his left leg is in a cast from his hip down, as is his left arm. They both hurt in a dull, vague way, same as his ribs and his head. There's an IV line running through the back of his right hand. His stomach turns a little at the sight so he looks away. He's not great with needles.

"It hurts," he says, frowning. He looks back up at Evan, who plasters a fake smile on his face. "What happened?"

Evan takes his hand, carefully, cups Tommy's fingers between both of his hands without jostling the IV. "You don't remember?"

Tommy shakes his head and decides never to do that again when it makes the room spin.

"You were- there was an accident," Evan says, stroking his thumb down the back of Tommy's index finger. "You, uh, you got hit by- by a car."

"Oh." Tommy looks into Evan's eyes. They're so pretty. "Really?"

Evan smiles a little - this one is real, Tommy can tell. "Yeah. What's the last thing you remember?"

Tommy thinks, tries to grasp the memory of what he was doing before he woke up. It's hard to hold onto any one thought - it's like chasing bubbles. The second he gets his hands on one, it pops, gone. Evan likes to blow bubbles for Jee. She runs through them, twirling until each and every one is gone, and asks again, again! It's so cute it makes Tommy giggle.

"What's so funny, huh?" Evan asks. He's smiling still, kind of, but he looks confused.

"You're so cute," Tommy explains. He knows Evan will get what he means. Evan always gets what he means. Case in point: he laughs, which makes Tommy smile even more because he loves that sound.

"You enjoying that morphine, babe?"

Tommy almost shakes his head - but then he remembers he shouldn't. "I don't like morphine. It makes me nauseous." He pulls his hand out of Evan's hold and presses his thumb to Evan's birthmark. It fits his thumb so perfectly. Like Cinderella's shoe. "I like you, Cinderella."

Evan laughs for real, then, big and loud, and Tommy feels proud of himself. It's his job to make Evan happy. His hand is dislodged, but he raises it again, landing it in Evan's hair. It doesn't feel like gel, like he's used to, all he feels are Evan's soft curls, and he could get addicted to how they glide under his fingers. He pulls Evan closer, then down, so he's resting his head on Tommy's hip, and Tommy doesn't have to lift his hand so high to touch his hair. Evan's still smiling up at him.

"You look tired," Tommy says. Evan proves his point by yawning.

"I'm fine. You're the one who needs his rest." Evan lays a hand on Tommy's knee. He likes it, he always likes when Evan touches him.

"You can sleep," Tommy says. He traces his thumb across Evan's dark under-eye, making his eyelashes flutter, and on his way back to burying his fingers in Evan's hair he presses his thumb into Evan's birthmark again. "I want you to."

"Will you sleep if I do?"

"Yeah," Tommy lies. He thinks Evan sees through him, because Evan knows him so well, but he still closes his eyes and nuzzles against Tommy's hip.

Tommy focuses on brushing his fingers through Evan's hair, letting his curls bounce back into shape before he reaches them again, following the soothing rhythm of Evan's breathing. He loses track of time; it drips, slow like the motion of his fingers, slow like his thoughts that remain out of reach, and before he has a chance to notice it, his own eyes have grown heavy.

He falls back asleep in pain, still - but with Evan's head a welcome weight on his hip, Evan's hand on his knee, his fingers tangled up in Evan's hair, it's easy to ignore.