#it is 1 am

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

maybe, had the rope tricks not been cut, Christian Bale would actually like and willingly admit to being in Newsies, ever think of that unknown-person-who-took-his-rope-tricks-away?

[youhalfwit]

Sam and Max fankids again, but their designs are actually finished

[simpingforcys]

um um. thoughts on king candy with a s/o who also became a cybug hybrid?

Oh, you just know that cybug instinct kicked IN the moment he saw you.

(THIS TURNED NSFT REAL QUICK, UNDER CUT FOR OBVIOUS)

King Candybug x CybugHybrid!Reader [NSFT]

You were terrified of your new form. Your entire body changed. Your coding modified. Your extra limbs twitched on either side of you, your own nervous system's reaction to your fear. You suddenly just felt so hungry. Your sense of appetite more fierce and violent than when you weren't this giant thing. You look down at your new features, your talons, your wings, your long dual cerci. You feel so... monstrous. What happened to you? Your beloved king... How will he react to seeing you in this-?!

A loud, long purr physically caresses up next to you. Your cerci perk up in surprise, a tingle shooting through your new body as you look to your side.

It was your king, brushing his cybug-hybrid, retractable head against you, against your neck. You realize the sound was coming from him. His wings were buzzing behind him gently, fluttering as if in excitement.

"C.. Candy?"

"My dear... your form... It is simply tantalizing~"

You blink for a second. His purring. His robotic bug body vibrating as it caresses up to you.

It seemed his own transformation wasn't the only thing he was excited about.

His front short forelegs rub against each other as he leans against you, making a sound almost like a robotic cricket or chirping. You could of sworn you heard that same sound from insects during... that particular time of year.

You'd find him brushing up against your wings, grooming them with his limbs, getting unwanted sugar specks and dusting off your new wings. You didn't even ask him to. Like it was instinct of him to do so. Whatever it was, it sent electrifying shivers up your exoskeleton.

It wasn't the only part of you, or him, that would get a reaction. You learned quite quickly the dual cerci behind you was very sensitive to the touch. The moment he brushed up his cheek against them affectionately, your body gave an involuntary purr. Unfortunately for you, that only heighten your appeal for him.

Cybugs didn't need each other to multiply. One was enough to produce. That certainly didn't stop him. You felt his cerci trying to wrap against yours, sending those shivers throughout your code. His body trying to crawl up against yours, his multiple extra limbs crawling on top of your body as if to hold you down. His talons supported up his large body, one on either side of you until one of them trails a sharp, hard-candy claw under your belly.

Your shiver only made him laugh gutturally in excitement.

You just looked so tantalizing. So captivating in your new powerful form that matched his own. Before you could even realize it, you felt something prod you between your cerci, nudging them apart slowly and gently. You feel a slimy, warm syrup-like substance pool around below where you two would meet, teasing the entrance open. The cybug instincts in your body sense the sweetening pheromones expelling from the air, from you and him.

You felt like you needed it.

You let out a sound as it thrusted in, prompting a guttural moan to escape him. You can feel his front legs on top of your carapace gripping and re-gripping against you, keeping you in place as he moves. His talons claw the ground beside your head, a ticklish "Hoo-hoo...!" cresting into a moan, getting heavier and urgent.

You felt yourself pinned against the ground, hot breaths panting out between the sharp teeth of your mouth. And that voice, that instinct in your mind at your core repeating the same, urgent, needy programmed words.

Multiply, multiply, multiply!

The legs grip at your body as you feel the deep deposit of code in you, feeling your core stuffed and filled to the brim. Your body shivers feeling the extra pumps empty themselves in you. You just felt it.

A nice decent batch. But they would grow fast.

And you couldn't wait for more.

[nondivisable]

I think 9 had a solid shot at being the less queer of the doctors, simply because of how much time he spent staring at rose and the fact that he dressed as a motorbike gang leader

unfortunately for his cisheterosexuality, captain Jack Harkness exists

[bluesiren111]

Just rediscovered gasa4 (get a snack at 4 am)

Anyways here is some bracelets I made.

I am going to eventually redo some of these since I didn’t like some of the letter beads for cashier player and party person, couldn’t find my other beads however.

[dastardlyromanticart]

Do u ever have those drawings that make you literally forget how to draw and you spend the entire time looking at it like ??? How do draw? How did I ever draw? Why can't draw now? That's this drawing so far

[mayo-advance]

Do we know how long Ziggy was in the wastes? Or Dillon for that matter? Was it days, weeks, months? No matter what canon is, I'd like to think Dillon was out there for a month or two, and Ziggy for at least a week or so if not two or three.

Do you think there were moments when Ziggy sat there alone, dirty, and hungry, wondering if he'd ever see another human again? Do you think that he spent so much time avoiding robots that the moment he got to see another human again he was immediately scared, because "there aren't humans out here"? Do you think he was afraid??? Do you think he ever regretted his decision, and then regretted that regret? Did he lose a part of himself? Is that why he's always so upbeat around the other rangers... why he's so eccentric? Because he's faced the prospect of a life alone and hungry, and now that he's escaped it he's trying to wring out every morsel of value he can because what if it goes away again?

And Dillon, do you think he ever longed for human interaction? Did he remember what it felt like at that point? Was he aware he was human? Robot? Alive? Was that flower the only companionship he had ever remembered? And when Ziggy found him, was he shocked, even if he didn't show it? Was he annoyed with Ziggy or was he wary because he didn't quite know what to make of another human? And this human who found him was so alive, so unlike himself, did Ziggy give him the first glimpse of what being human was like? Were he and Ziggy scared, even a little bit to go back out into that place? Or was it out of their mind because now they had humans with them, now there were real living breathing people, and as long as they weren't alone they could take on the world?

The bottom line is that I wonder if Ziggy was defined by the knowledge of what being truly alone felt like while Dillon was defined by not realizing that he was lonely in the first place. Did they rely on each other after that? Even a little bit? Did they share this knowledge of isolation, of sudden companionship, of the light at the end of the dark lonely tunnel, that none of the rangers, not even Dr K could comprehend?

[victorian-persuasions]

jane austen's ability to portray female characters occupying a wide range of roles in society, falling into a variety of stereotypes or patterns, yet give each one a depth that makes them jump off the page... is genuinely so impressive to me. as a student i was reminded sometimes not to dwell on relatability when discussing historical literature but like. anne elliot? relatable. DEEPLY relatable, in a remarkable way. this woman has put aside her own wants and needs and interests, been silenced so frequently that she learned to silence herself - but then, partially because of maturity and partially because of specific circumstances - she learns to say no, to admit to herself what she wants, to defy social convention in little ways in order to stay true to herself. so many women today are boxed in by social and familial responsibilities, raised to put everyone else before themselves. and it's why i keep coming back to persuasion, and to austen, knowing that she saw and understood and chose to give us a novel where the eternal caretaker protagonist rejects being resigned to the future that her father, sister, etc. imagine for her, and reclaims her own life and her own story. austen didn't just write real, whole women, she wrote universal women.

[shiroganek]

screams

[solar-kidd]

Temptation accomplished (?)

[hearts401]

I just had 3 mini nightmares save ne

[host-club-hq]

don't u guys love when my progress on my schedule page jumps from "brainstorming" to "90% written"? same.

[crxssposts]

drew human Frank bcs I wanted to :) very cool

edit !! i added their husbands :)

i drew howdy in the dark sorry for the flash

[foobars-cool-car]

i don’t look like much but this turned out delicious trust me

[katie-is-tired-yay]

[dapandapod]

burlesque seems so vague. you can't just say that.

But I want to 🥰

Alright, yes fine. Here is some more on the subject.

It is not really what it sounds like, but all you need to remember is how the band is dressed in these kinds of shows. Fuckin' hot, is what it is, and Geralt behind the bar with eyeliner and bare arms and yes, I am fine. Loooosely based on the Christina Agiulera Burlesque? Yes? Yes.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Aiden, and it really isn’t me you need to impress, but them.” Aiden points over his shoulder to the other members of the band. Right. “What is your role, then?” He asks, pulling the strap of the case down his shoulder to take out his guitar. “Me? Oh, a bit of everything. You’ll find me wiping tables after being on stage, spanking a lovely bottom, before being sent backstage to fix a zipper. Today?” Aiden looks Jaskier up and down before shrugging. “I’m here to see if you are more than a pretty face.” “Aiden, stop flirting with the new meat.” Someone says loudly from the bar, and when Jaskier turns to look, he feels his poor little bi heart tremble in fear. There are a few men at the bar, but the one calling out is standing out like a sore thumb. His hair is white, pulled up in a ponytail to show off his undercut. The tanktop is also white, showing off some really fucking nice shoulders and arms, who are currently liftin two chairs off the counter. Fuck. “Get that stick out your ass, Geralt, if he sticks around he will get worse than that. Also look at him!” Aiden gestures at Jaskier, who waves awkwardly. He is starting to feel he should have dressed up more. “Don’t tell me you don’t think he’s cute!” The man at the bar, Geralt, only grunts and puts down the chairs. “The boss-man, that.” Aiden says cheerily, guiding Jaskier over to the band. “Don’t let him fool you, we only listen to the She-boss around here.” The girls on the stage stop, adjusting positions, starting again. Ah, the glamorous life of showbiz.  “Your resume says you are quite the musician?” Aiden asks as Jaskier gets ready on the chair. 

I think I'm hilarious. Also, turns out, if you write flirty characters, you gotta know how to flirt. I suppose this is why I struggle 🤣