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I’ve been having a lot on my mind…
#jayce talis#arcane#arcane league of legends#league of legends#insane tag#so sad that people are only now getting how attractive he is#hes always been cute#put that dogboy through the horrors NOW#sorry#my art
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Bachelor, Your Audience awaits.
#happy checks date late p3 day#my art#pathologic#pathologic art#pathologic 3#insane tag#pathologic fanart#daniil dankovsky#daniil pathologic#bachelor pathologic#shout out to a clock i found on google. i love you.#the shape of his coat is meant to mirror the hourglass behind him... if u even care#his watch is 7 24 also.. yknow..#tbf this kinda sucks but i needed to throw something out quick sorry
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to you he's a world-class motorcycle racer. to me he's my girlfriend
#pov: ur in me and khadizah's dms.#and what about it.#jd's wv#motogp#(this post is about fabio quartararo)#(and marco bezzecchi)#(and marc márquez)#(and enea bastianini)#(and valentino rossi)#marco bezzecchi#marc márquez#fabio quartararo#enea bastianini#valentino rossi#insane tag#jdsown
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Chapter 15 really could have gone a whole other way.
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How I found out about trump getting shot
#donald trump#us politics#its like getting ur news from a destiel meme. but kinda worse. when you see the top of a destiel meme u expect to hear something insane.#not in the ao3 tags though.#truly a *teleports behind you* moment#imagine trump as an ao3 author like “sorry for the slow updates. i got shot :((! enjoy the food anyways#thanks ao3 author#archive of our own#trump#ao3#history#archiveofourown#fanfiction#joe biden#politics#funny
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#the context of this exchange is that i was abt to cry on the bus thinking abt bobby nash dying#insane read by my friend row#supernatural#spn#castiel#destiel#<- yeah im tagging it. and you would too.
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"average cat owner spends 3 years in prison" factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette's mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#miette#spiders georg#tumblrstuff#meme#1k#One Thousand Notes#oh! oh!#I swear I can math in real life#10k#tumblr is insane#is this post making the miette tag trend#20k#I know there are more than 333 cat owners#It was a small sample size#40k#50k#75k#100k#150k
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It amuses me greatly that the most normal day at the lab probably looked like this...
#juddrawing#gravity falls#fiddleford mcgucket#standford pines#bill cipher#billford#fiddauthor#tagging them as ships because whatever they all had going on was truly insane
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I spent like three hours making this
#I am NOT tagging all of these#but I’ll try I guess#destiel#ineffable husbands#pearlina#sasunaru#homumado#sonadow#is that rigth#I bet the ace attorney guys have a insane ship name#lawlight#shuake#<- I’m just googling them now#soriel#frowise#???????#sidlink#taakitz#bubbline#vrisrezi#hannigram#qcard#komahina#bowuigi#royai#batjokes#cuttletavio#hardenshipping#okay I’m done
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gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please
It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)
#You just KNOW gideons makes tons of these 'is that a gun or are you just happy to see me' jokes#She holds the third gun in her mouth#looking so damn stupid but grinning like shes the coolest lmao#how are you even going to shoot girl#also: the paint has to get onto the skin somehow#hmm. lot to think about...#that was such a fun prompt dear ! I ended up enjoying this waaaaay too much <3#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#I'm not gonna tag it griddlehark but in my mind this IS griddlehark - because this outfit would make Harrow go insane lmao#not that she'd ever let griddle take one step outside looking like that if we're talking serious#but it's a look - a look I LOVE#tlt#the locked tomb#my art#requests
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dream blunt rotation
#the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse#enea put them dogs away unless we're paying#valentino rossi#marco bezzecchi#my stoner bf#enea bastianini#fabio quartararo#curly haired qtz#insane tag#motogp#jdsown
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Female characters who are the sole voice of reason <<<<<<< Female characters who think of themselves as the sole voice of reason but who are actually just as insane as those around them
#meryl stryfe#trigun meryl#trigun#trigun (1998)#I haven’t actually seen tristamp#but based on the gif sets and clips I’ve seen I think it’s still accurate#weiss schnee#yeah I’m a rwby fan so what#there are probably more examples but modern media is sooo bad at writing female characters that I can’t think of any#also old time media#all media is bad at writing female characters#anywho if anyone reblogs this can they put their fav insane lady blorbo in the tags
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist • ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more stained and less controlled.
“Close, close, close,” he repeated.
It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.
#homicipher#mr crawling#mr. crawling#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher x reader#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#mr crawling x reader#mr crawling x you#mr crawling homicipher#homicipher headcanons#homicipher smut#mr crawling smut#homicipher mr crawling#yandere x reader#x reader fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#x you smut#x reader smut#xposted to ao3#i wrote this after a nap after playing the game for 4 hours straight and then i had this like dream about it#and i woke up ferally desiring mr crawling like it was insane#i wrote this with possessed and perhaps crazed love#i am very normal about fandoms thanks#yapping in tags again i see
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day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.
#I AM GOING INSANE#what am i supposed to do??#’you should work on your WIP’ NO I CANTTT#‘ read actual books on your real bookshelf’ NUH UH#ao3#archive of our own#i’m tagging ships#malec#destiel#hannigram#jonmartin#tomgreg#kenstewy#imagine all the fics i could be reading rn
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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR HAS MADE A DEAL WITH MIDJOURNEY/OPENAI.
YOUR ART AND IMAGES ON TUMBLR ARE BEING USED TO TRAIN AI MODELS.
The opt-in is automatic, but you can turn it off in settings.
Go to "Blog Settings" -> "Visibility" -> "Third-Party Sharing" and turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog]". (This post shows how to do it on browser and on mobile.) You need to do this with every sideblog. (Note: The option in settings might not appear if your app hasn't updated yet. You can still opt out via browser.)
Spread the word. Everyone on Tumblr needs to know about this.
#>> mod: firefly#edited for clarification & to add instructions for turning off on mobile#disclaimer: yes i'm putting this in the transformers tags. this is important and artists need to know their work is being stolen#my apologies for the non-earthspark post (again) but this is fucking insane#i am so unbelievably angry. fuck ai and fuck tumblr for doing this#earthspark#transformers earthspark#transformers#tfes#tfe#tf earthspark#maccadam#edit: holy hell i think this breached containment a bit#which is good; people need to know about this#but also wow my notifications 0.0
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my friend was telling me abt how her partner is taking an anatomy class and when she comes home from work her partner is just on her feeling around on her to study and it freaks her out a little bit. skill issue i'd get bricked
#just got an insane tag. i mean bricked up. as in hard. not constipated.#no more reblogs we have left the target audience
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