#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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“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.

[gotchibam]

Shiny Mimikyu, Shiny Sylveon, and Shiny Whimsicott ko-fi doodle for wanderbanana! ✨

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[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.

[wardingshout]

art request!! link teaching zelda how to play an instrument or how to dance!

can be any link and zelda you want but i imagine alttp picked up some dance skills in holodrum & subrosia

I was so excited for this there were exactly 20 different things I wanted to draw !!!! but I've already taken so long so here They

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

okay now i REALLY wanna see stan being full werewolf

JUST PRACTICE because I realized I actually don't know how to draw wolves right before I went to draw the comic where he's a wolf

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[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)

[bonniecupcake]

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"ay niños" - "ay kids"

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[ask-queen-arti]

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(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

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Nursing handjob blurb PLEASEEEEEEE I'm on my knees I'm begging all I've ever needed

ask and you shall receive...47 days later

he comes home late from tennis practice and is immediately curling into your lap, worn out and even a little sweaty.

'bad practice?' you croon sympathetically, stroking your fingers through his blonde curls.

he nuzzles into your further, his lips pressing light kisses on your neck 'mhm serving too slow.' and you could practically hear the pout in his voice.

'oh baby' you croon sympathetically, lifting his flushed face up to meet yours. 'you want mommy to make it all go away?' you say softly and his puppy dog eyes impossibly wide and he nods fervently, burrowing into your chest with a ferocious need.

this whole thing had been all too easy, how just a few weeks in your relationship when art accidentally let 'mommy' slip as he ate you out, to now, nearly a year later with lactation pills sitting on the kitchen counter when you'd come home from work a couple of days ago and now you were essentially 'art's mommy' whenever the two of you were at home, and he was your 'baby'.

art tugs at your shirt gently, a sign of his growing impatience and you roll your eyes. 'i'm doing it.' he shuffles around on your lap so his upper body was lying on your lap, his muscled legs taking up the rest of the couch as he lies down. you take your shirt off and reveal your chest, nipples perking as the air hits them, you didn't wear a bra in the house, never felt the need to and especially now. art's eyes widen like he's just seen the gates of heaven, an undeniable lust in his eyes and you're certain you hear soft whimpers building in the back of his throat. 'mommy...' he whines, lips parting already.

'oh you're so obedient' you coo, watching him squirm in anticipation, noting the semi that was already grown in his tennis shorts. he whines harder, and you debate teasing him a little longer before lifting his head up to let him know he could latch on. art lets out a soft squeak of excitement as his tongue lavishes your nipples before his mouth covers it, sucking on the bud eagerly.

'good boy' you breathe as you shudder, no matter how many times the two of you did this, it felt euphoric and you pressed your thighs closer together, a not so subtle sign of how pleasurable this was for you too. art's eyes light up as he feels the first drop of breastmilk hits his tongue and lets out a soft moan, suckling even more eagerly, teeth grazing your nipple, his hard cock straining his gym shorts, desperate for release.

your hands slips down his toned stomach and pushes down his gym shorts, and his whimpering intensfies, and you feel him sucking more ferverently. you swiftly pull his gym shorts and boxers down in one practiced movement, freeing his twitching cock and art grunts around your nipple. you bring your hand up back up his thighs, deliberately brushing your fingers against his ball and art trembles, nearly choking on your boob. your fingertips slide up his shaft, taunting him, slipping over his tip and feeling the wetness starting to accumulate there. art moans low, hips bucking, desperate for more stimulation.

you hand moves down from the tip of his cock to the base in a slow steady motion and you swear you can see his eyes roll into the back of his head. you pump him slowly, hand gripping his dick and sliding up and down as he continues to suckle on your tit. you increase your pace and his moans grow, muffled 'yes' over and over against your nipple.

his body starts to tense up, a sign of his impending orgasm and your hand slows and he whines, looking up at you with pleading, glassy eyes. you press your thumb into his tip and he jerks, cum spilling out without permission, dribbling down his thick cock. you press down harder, milking every last drop from him as his body continues to jerk, mouth still attached to you.

'did you cum without permission?' you coo, fingers still stroking his twitching tip and he nods, looking suddenly crestfallen over his not only ruined orgasm, but an illegal one at that. you start to pump him again and he squirms, trying to free himself. 'i know' you croon, knowing he can take one more orgasm even when he pretends he can't. 'this is what naughty boys get' and he whines around your nipple, sucking more fervently, a source of comfort as you continue to grip his cock.

you increase your pace and art squirms even more, lips detaching from your nipple to whisper 'can't- need-' dazily, lost in the sensation of your hand. he licks the breastmilk off his lips and rests his head against your chest, each pump of his cock, causing him to moan 'mommy-'. his body starts to twitch then, 'didn't take long huh' you taunt and he whines, 'please mommy- please mommy- please mommy' and suddenly he's shooting ropes of hot white cum onto his stomach with a shuddering moan, gasping for air as he cums and cums, unable to stop. you take your hand off his dick and stroke his hair instead, 'good boy- doing so well for mommy' and art manages a small smile, still dazed. he whimpers and you let him latch back on to your nipple, draining the last few drops of milk from your tits, both of you milked dry.