#lambchop tag along

[supportivecircle]

honestly its easy to see how much the vocal dislikes against positivity around the series, on this site in particular, are the same 7-8 people propping each other up forever after having blocked them over the past years while browsing the IDW Sonic tag. because despite constantly positing themselves as victims now and never absurdly aggressive, they would often seek out posts in the tag to confront and push their disdain on people enjoying the content. now, whenever someone says anything against their mindset, without even calling them out specifically or tagging them because they just hatestalk the tags looking for fights, they circle up the wagons and form an invisible (for me until i open in incognito to confirm it is in fact them) but wholly predictable series of quoteposts defending each other and sending messages of support on each other's blogs afterwards. then one of them will say something about quitting the fandom every third time this happens, but they won’t cause they’re addicted. anyway here’s a drawing cause i’ve posted three times now on this account and the previous two had a quick doodle so why not make it a pattern.

Sonic Frontiers sold 3 million copies.

For comparison’s sake, Sonic 06 sold 800k, Sonic Unleashed sold under 2.5 million copies, Sonic Colors sold 2.1 million copies, and Sonic Generations sold 1.8 million copies. Sonic Lost World sold 700k and is one of the lowest selling main games in the Franchise and yet the Zeti are prominent in the comic. Sonic Forces sold a pitiful in its first week and we may never know exactly how much Sonic Forces actually sold(and it having 5 million plus on players on PSN+ is not any indication of a sale since it was free.) Yet somehow the comic takes place directly after Forces. Sonic Mania sold just over a million in case those hardcore Sonic classic fans want to open their mouths. While I’m at it, Sonic Adventure sold 1.3 million and SA2 sold 1.7 million. Sonic Rush sold 1.3 million and its sequel,which suffered after 06 tarnished Sonic’s reputation, sold 300k. The first Sonic game sold 15 million copies and before Retro fans start talking shit, note that is the only game in the franchise that sold that amount and it was in the golden age of gaming. You could sell a wet fart in an Nintendo cartridge and it would have made a million easy. Sonic 2? 6 million. Sonic 3? 1.03 million. Sonic and Knuckles? 1.3 million. Sonic CD? 1.5 million. Shadow the Hedgehog? 2 million. And Sonic Heroes and probably the biggest offender as to why Sonic Team stopped giving a shit about quality or effort and more about that Christmas grind? 3.41 million in 2 years.

Sonic Frontiers sold like gang busters in the couple of months it’s been out.

If you think Sage or any Frontiers elements won’t be referenced or be in the comic, you are bugging. Especially given that one of the main writers of the game writes for the comic. If that’s what is keeping you from saying IDW Sonic is on the same canon as the games and not what Iizuka says or what Flynn has stated several times, you are bugging. You are kidding yourselves if you think IDW can’t possibly put in those elements from the game in their comic.

If you don’t consider Tangle or Whisper to be game character in spite of them appearing in two mobile games that have been downloaded and played more than any Sonic game and have been created with the help of Sonic Team’s own character designer, fling yourself into the Nile River and cope and seethe. Tangle and Whisper have merchandise in the Sega Shop.

TailsTube shorts? Written by Flynn. That little Amy Rose Tarot Card set that is coming out soon? Written by Flynn with art created by one of the many IDW comic artists. This comic series has well over 50 issues including 4 different 4 part miniseries. It sold out in Japan! It’s consistently IDW’s top selling comic beating both the Transformers and Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. It has sold over 10,000 copies an issue in a world where comics aren’t widely recognized unless it’s in the Marvel or DC. What they said in the beginning about it being diverged from canon no longer applies. Shit changed. It’s a new goddamn world. IDW Sonic is the only medium that actually uses your beloved obscure characters like Silver and Blaze. Like Cream. I don’t know what Flynn has done to make you turn up your nose at him but get over it. And the days of Sega pimping out Sonic to whatever Western media content creator and not caring what they churn out are over. The only exception to this is the movie verse(and because Iizuka has explicitly said it’s in a different canon)and honestly I have a tougher time trying to grasp how Sonic Prime is canon than I am with IDW. But regardless, it’s a new day. You are in a renaissance of Sonic and for once Sega gives enough of a shit about lore to want to make it all gel together and avoiding SATAM or Sonic Underground or Sonic the Comic or Archie Sonic the Hedgehog. Get the fuck over it.

[justabigoldnerd]

Five Senses Tag

Oooooo I love this idea

Rules: Share a snippet to represent each of the five senses! (Taste, Touch, Smell, Sight and Sound)

My entries are under the cut for length reasons lol 💕

Taste: "An American Werewolf in London"

Solo was skilled in the kitchen. He never made a dish he couldn't stomach, and if it was any less than perfect, he'd practice until it was. Now, however, everything he made tasted bland at best and nauseating at worst. The strangest thing was that Illya and Gaby didn't seem to notice a difference. They enjoyed his meals as always, rarely leaving leftovers, while Solo hadn't eaten in a week. And he was starving. Late one night, as Solo's stomach ate itself with hunger, he scoured through every ingredient in their apartment in London, throwing together any and every concoction he could come up with. Still, he couldn't get it right. His knees sent sharp pain through his legs by the time he finally sat in a chair, facing the open refrigerator. It was almost empty now, the cold light it was emitting cast in a sharp angle over his form. Solo held his head in his hands, trying to ignore the throbbing in his arm and head. What was wrong with him? Nothing worked, nothing would fix this. Nothing would satiate the intense craving for…. For….what?  Solo's line of sight followed the light, his hearing focused on the electricity buzzing from inside. On the top shelf was a cut of meat wrapped in butcher paper. It was lamb; the star of the dinner he didn't have all the ingredients for yet. His stomach growled. Maybe he could whip something up. Just sear it with some herbs he had left. Solo stood and retrieved the lambchop, unwrapping the butcher paper as quietly as he could so he wouldn't wake his partners. A tingling sensation started up in his jaw, and before he realized what he was doing, he sat back heavily in the chair. The meat was frigid and soft in his hands. Applying just the slightest pressure yielded an oozing trail of myoglobin down his forearm. Solo brought it closer to his face, his heart thundering. Some primal part of his mind knew what he needed to do, but the thought of it made him nauseous– more so than anything he had cooked. Despite the disgust he felt towards the instinct, he didn't have the strength to fight it. He needed to feed. The buzzing sound grew louder as Solo screwed his eyes shut and gingerly sunk his teeth into the flesh of the lamb. Effortlessly, he tore from it, separating it from the bone and swallowing it down like a ravenous animal. Solo didn't vomit. His stomach didn't even churn. In fact, he enjoyed the taste of the raw meat on his tongue, the feeling of rending its flesh with nothing but too-sharp canines. That was what sickened him. But he was just so hungry. The lambchop was gone in less than five minutes. The kitchen looked like a murder scene, and Solo the homicidal beast. His hands shook, and revulsion twisted in his chest. Notably, his head had stopped pounding, and his arm was painless.  What the fuck?

Touch: "The Most Dangerous Game" [Expanded]

Illya's eyes fluttered open and he was met with an extraordinary sight. Water soaked Solo's hair, gradually freeing his curls from their pomade prison, it dripped from his nose, and fell in sheets over his chest and shoulders, making his skin glisten. Mouth parted, Illya brushed his fingertips along Solo's ribcage. He dragged his hand over the curve of his pectoral muscle, noting old and new scars partially hidden by the spattering of black hair there, then let it come to rest on the back of Solo's neck. Like magnets, they drew each other in, indulging in a more delicate kiss that had them both smiling into it. The horrible question that had hovered over his head for the entire journey back was answered in earnest with that kiss. Illya felt something click into place in his chest.

Smell: "The X-Men From U.N.C.L.E."

Somewhere deep in the wretched fumes of suffering, an impossible thing broke through. As Charles pulled Erik aside to talk, the sunlight of hope began to shine through the fog. “You seem uncertain,” Illya rumbled quietly. “Not uncertain,” Solo amended, “Just….piecing things together. How's Ms. Teller?” “Mm,” Illya hummed and crossed his arms defensively. Solo wished he could see what he was thinking. “Shaken. Better now that I am not near her.” “To be fair, you are six feet of wrath. But she's not afraid of you, if that's what you think.” “How do you know?” “Remember the airport?” Solo prompted, then at Illya's questioning silence, he continued, “Fear has a very….prominent pallet. It smells like death, tastes like rot. It's everywhere, right now, but before? On the plane? The only thing I sensed from her was amusement. You were the one who reeked of fear.”

Sight: "Nanites Library AU"

It doesn't take long for Solo to spot Illya in the crowd. He is smiling, which is a rare treat in and of itself. But he's also at a table of children, presumably walking them through how to put together whatever plastic contraption they have between them. The kids are laughing with him, having a blast, and though Solo cannot hear what he's saying over the drone, he can imagine the velvet of his voice in gentle tones as he entertains them. Butterflies fill Solo's stomach and a lopsided grin spreads across his face. He stuffs his hand in his pockets and leans against the doorway, just watching this grizzled giant grow soft around the edges. Solo had never wanted kids in his life, and the CIA was certainly not the place for it, but in the moment, if the Russian had asked him, he would've said yes.

Sound: "Scorching Out Thine Sovereignty"

Ultimately, that is what does it. It is brief, but he hears himself scream, hears the hissing pop of the machine short-circuiting, feels hot blood roll down his own face. Feels the hands of the nurses holding down his thrashing body. Hands aren't what binds Solo to the chair, Illya reminds himself in a desperate attempt to shake away the memory. “I never thought I'd say this,” the wrecked sound of Solo's voice, hoarse and breathy, snaps Illya out of it, “But I’m actually quite pleased to see you.”

Ahhhhh this was a HUNT lmao I'm sorry if I've already posted some of these ajdgsjskhdsj

Anyway, no pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @the-golden-comet @huggiebird @yallwildinrn @too-young-to-fall-in-love

@times-up-alone-tonight @nicijones @cha-melodius @heytheredeann @thattripleabattery aaaaand anyone I've missed or anyone who sees this and wants to join!! 💕💕💕💕💕

[creekfiend]

hey i saw your tags abt feeling weird about a new dog and i hope i'm not crossing a line here but i would just like to say. i have been there too, and it felt very bad to even think about a new dog for a while. but then i realized that moving on doesn't need to mean moving away. my dog wouldn't have wanted me to be stuck in a slump, he would've wanted for me to get up and move along so he could come with me. i think lambchop would be the same, i think you can move on and she will follow you. in sunrays warming your face and in little gusts of wind tossing leaves at your feet, i think she will be there with you.

🥺

Thank you 💜

[shuckinbeanz]

Gangster!BNHA au p.3

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, fucking (literally) gangsters, mentions of kleptomania, mirror kink, mentions of a little feederism, making and use of drugs, sex while high, semi-public sex, cockwarming, slight mention of brat taming, spanking, Service and Daddy Doms, overstimulation, cervix kissing/fucking, size kink, a lil bit of praise kink, as well as dumbification mentions, sugar daddy, & begging if you squint, plus maybe something tiny about an unhealthy relationship? 🤔 but its not toxic. depends how you look at it, whatever floats your boat, ig. i absolutely ruin our poor sweet tama-tan but trust me you'll love the gangster him. 🥴 some are longer than others(not sorry) and I used a translation service for Sero's Spanish, so i know it's potentially gibberish in the actual language, so I'll mark what I actually want him to say. If it needs correcting don't be afraid to hmu 👀 pls

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

First | Second | Third

we know(or at least some of us know) ab @miggiisdumb and her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring present mic(who gave me trouble), inasa, sero, fatgum, and suneater(who gave me even more trouble).

shameless tag: @pixiikitty cuz i kno we bof wike tama-tan... 🥺👉👈

gangster!hizashi is another calculating man who puts on a himbo facade. very, very charismatic, so he's often Might Gang's negotiator. his boundless energy is contagious, and your wrong if you think he hasn't been around. like, around, around. man is a favorite where he works, teaching pole dancing-and he's literally their posterchild. he's the one that rakes in clients. yes, you heard me right. he teaches pole-dancing. and he does choreography.

he's literally eros and apollo by studio killers. srsly. listen to the song.

he follows the work hard-play hard style of life. man is a hardcore party animal.

as such, man is a FREAK in the sheets. he's so fucking kinky mf might as well be a fucking porn star. and he is Very open about it. sex is a natural thing to do, and he's legit a natural at it

he's a hardcore top, SOMETIMES he MIGHT let you 'top' him, but remember; he's the one in charge. big sadist this mf is, and an even bigger tease.

with him, it'd be any position viable in front of a mirror. loves to make you watch as his jacob's ladder pops wetly in your cunny 🥴

gangster!inasa is yet another himbo who's all brawn, can never sit still, and has zero brain cells. like gangster!kirishima mans ass is thicc. just grab it, okay? mans will reward punish you later (you can tell from that one look he gives you. ya'know, that one look that makes your panties drop? yes that one 🥵)

as a brawler mans will fite for your honor. there's literally no stopping him. (he's got chronic spontaneity, but we'll do more on that in a bit.) and oh boy, does he pack a mean punch. the kind of punch that will turn someone's face into a bowl if he's pissed off enough. Only those brave enough to degrade you when he's around(trust me, man is an intimidating wall of muscle at a whopping 6'3, and his natural sharp eyes sigh 😩), or those who see you temporarily left alone and decide to degrade/harass you while he's off doing something for a minute or two, get a knuckle sandwhich. "The fuck you think you are, comin' up on my lambchop like I ain't around?!" keheheh look they're flying~

he's spontaneous with the majority of his actions, and he almost always goes along with whatever you want 99% of the time.

and if you're super kinky, man is all for it. wanna use panty vibes? Inasa is a ruthless tease. man will edge you allll fucking day. public restroom sex? boi will take you to one of those unisex restrooms for a ride 🥴

he is a Service Dom, a Daddy Dom, and he's a brat tamer. if you wanna be a brat, he will tame provide to you what you're begging for by being one. you know what you're getting into when you decide to be a brat, you heathens. expect soft discipline(spanking, soft biting, hair tugging/pulling) as he has your bratty cunt warm his exquisite cock balls deep, scolding you for being a brat, til you're literally sobbing for him to rail you already 😩 its phat and veiny and has an angry red weeping mushroom head 😩 its gotta be his enthusiasm its gotta be 😩

"Now, now, little lamb...you knew what you were getting into." Spank. "Riling Daddy up like that." Spank. "You never learn, do you, sweetheart? Now you gotta learn your place, again...no moving."

gangster!sero is very easygoing, approachable, and just overall just take a joint and chillax type of guy. but don't let this fool you. he's another calculating type, but not much can set him off. he knows his limits, and he likely knows yours too. he is extremely observant, and like gangster!deku he expertly plays out his schemes.

he is very sneaky, light-footed(that is to be expected in his line of work), and he has almost zero presence. so expect a lot of scare pranks from him to get a rise out of you 😂 (don't worry you can get back at him later)

to put it bluntly, he's a thief. he can, will, and won't hesitate to klepto whatever catches his eye(especially if it reminds him of you).

BUT JUST BECAUSE HE'S A THIEF dont mean he can't kill someone. srsly. there's a couple dozen skeletons he's made dotted about. literally. but i'll leave that to your imagination. onto the bedroom!

TIE HIM UP, OR LET HIM TIE YOU UP

he's into BDSM. he's a complete brat in the sack. bratty sub, bratty dom. he is a power bottom, and a bit of a masochist for you.

"Oh dios, que me jodan...you're so pretty for me like this, lovebug."

(says "Oh God, fuck me...")

he's ab average in size, he has a nice bulge under his cock and he tilts to th side a lil and down just right😩 when he tops he'll fold you in positions (yes, plural; mans will find them) where he hits your g-spot 🥴 it'll take a couple times, but when he's got you figured out, he'll make you go dumb from then on "Remember the safeword, mi amor." 🥵

gangster!taishiro is Might Gang's drug dealer. man literally has not one, but two kitchens, one for cooking drugs and the other because man is a foodie, as you'd be able to tell from his physique. he is an intimidating gentle giant at a whopping 6'5, and man is dummy thicc. like he loves his abnormally large hoodies that make you look like you're wearing a fucking ballgown cuz he's xtra hawt n xtra large 🥵 but when its off and his form can't be easily mistaken for pure chubalub, man is also stacked and strong. he is very good at cooking drugs, and has a vast array of anonymous clientele. he's a fucking genius.

he's a very playful, sweet, and carefree dude-highly extroverted. you can find him easily, as he frequents literally every (shady) club in town. man has a switch, and it when it flips when he's doin' business he does a complete 180.

like gangster!toshinori, he loves to spoil his honeypie ROTTEN and he is 100% a Daddy Dom. dont be too much of a brat. it won't get you anywhere with him. if you want something, say it, and Daddy will provide. so don't beat around the fucking bush.

"You want somethin', sweetheart? Let Daddy get it for his sweet li'l tootsieroll~"

he loves LOVES waking up to the smell of his baby girl's home cooking. and if you don't know how to cook, he'll teach you if you're willing to learn. Feed him a couple bites or let him feed you once in awhile bc your cheeks are adorable to him 🥺

man is PACKING between his legs, right up there with gangster!toshinori in size. he's a big guy, has a big dick, and as such there ain't many positions that can be used, but he'll always make you feel small and safe and oh my god 🙏 pray for your coochie because Daddy will go up, over, and beyond to make sure she is thoroughly satisfied and will make her go dumb unless you tell him to stop 🥵

"Fuuuuck, babygirl. So tight...you make Daddy feel so good. It's only right that Daddy does the same for you, yeah?"

gangster!tamaki is a hot mess. he's socially awkward, its very likely he suffers from PTSD, he also suffers from depression and has v bad anxiety that leads to his defensive mechanism-lashing out. this defense mechanism also extends to you-and not in the way you're thinking, you masochists. he's loyal to a fault, and when he sees you being harassed, degraded, etc., he will explode. you'll need to calm him down before he permanently cancels some life subscriptions, and you're the only thing closest to gangster!mirio and drugs that can without getting hurt. he's tall, 6'1 but he tends to hunch, and he's lanky, but don't let this fool you. He is very agile and quite strong, so he can take a group at once.

he is very dependent on drugs, and dependent on you. don't get me wrong, he's a grown man, he don't rely on you so much where the relationship would be downright toxic. you are not his therapist, and he knows that, but he still has issues, and you both know that.

cockwarming and cuddles are two huge things with him, especially when he's as high as a kite. he's very handsy and touchy when he's high, and he's very mouthy too. I don't necessarily mean verbally, btw. i mean the kisses he gives. if you let him, he'll leave marks. after he's done, he'll have you ride him til your tuckered out.

"You're so good to me, baby... *Gasp* Y-Yes...keep bouncin', please!~"

when he's high, he's confident and dominant. and with these two combined, he can be very passionate. a tamaki who's high doesn't simply fuck. he makes passionate love-nice and slow, or hot and heavy-so set the pace, honey, because mini-tama is rearing to go; he has a pretty thang 😩 a very pretty thang. it's long and not too chunky and his pretty PHAT light pink mushroom head is fucking sensitive so suck on it 🥺

and THE STAMINA THIS MAN HAS 😩 once he's on the confidence boat, he can and will go for hours. he's kinda masochistic because he LOVES overstimulation, so mans can keep cumming. better make a point to babble praises, because it's music to his ears. he'll have your bodies squished together and his pretty pink mushroom head kissing your cervix. tease him if you want his inner dom to come out and bully your womb open. 😩 do a few kegels if you want him to lose it and rail you hard 🥵

"You asked for it, bunny. Yeah--nnnh--you fucking asked for it."

[ajgrey9647]

Last Line Tag.

I was tagged by @augment-techs and @lordkingsmith

Reaching the cavernous sitting room at the top of the stairs, the Sentry held his breath, listening intently for any signs of movement. With the setting sun, the sky outside the far window was ablaze with deepening orange, pink, and purple, the last ethereal beams of light casting long shadows over the lush green rugs and overstuffed, expensive furniture. 

Scanning for any obvious valuables and trinkets, the greedy man slowly proceeded into the predator’s den. Along the walls and perched on shelves, he noticed many lovely, exotic sculptures, vases, paintings, and other interesting decor. His eyes roved the rest of the room, appraising an emerald-hued jacquard sofa, a thick fur from some unknown creature tossed over an arm rest.

He paused when he realized there was something odd sitting on the backrest, a stuffed animal of some sort. The bizarre plushie was a fluffy white with long, gaudy black eyelashes and red mittens on its paws. Three buttons decorated the chest and the mouth was gaped open, showing a sliver of tongue. It slouched over limply, one leg primly crossed over the other.

“What the fuck is that?” he whispered, the hair on the back of his neck starting to rise.

The damn thing was giving him the willies, exactly why he wasn’t sure. It was just a stupid toy, probably one of that nutty mutt’s loveys. 

He started to move deeper into the room, when from the corner of his eye, the lamb (yes, that’s what the little stuffed creature was) pulled into an upright position, its head turning in his direction as a smile spread over its face. One mittened hand wagged accusingly at him. 

“Uh oh, you’re in big trouble, mister!” a high-pitched, childish voice admonished him, before the head began to bob with bemused giggles. 

“Oh, fucking hell! Who the hell are you?”

More movement behind the couch and slowly Red stood, the lamb puppet covering one hand. As the Sentry watched in horror, the pet displayed his newest hobby while Drakkon was out. Grinning widely, the gray-haired man’s mouth didn’t move even as the puppet’s did, the bright red tongue flashing in the smug, smirking mouth.

“It’s Lambchop’s Play-Along… and you’re my new chew toy, naughty, naughty Sentry scum…”

Last Line Tag courtesy of @shepardsherd

“So about…Este.” He said carefully. “What do you want me to do.”

“You want an excuse to take your little human out?” Luuga asked as he inspected his fingernails. “And get his books to read. Well. I hate to ask you bring your future brother in law along…” piercing eyes caught him. “He experiences our humans’ culture, you safely interact with your lover in public. Sister would be delighted to loan one of hers out as a guide for something like this.”

“Oh.” Ryker considered it. “Do I thank you or…?”

“Just exercise caution” Stellan warned. “Luuga doesn’t mind you two causing disruption, but the royal family is still my bloodline. I have a vested interest to keep them safe, as well. Can’t have a war on our hands. Not again.”

Ryker bit down on the inside of his cheek.

Thanks for the tag!! And in return I tag;

@augment-techs @skyland2703 @ajgrey9647 @thebejeweledwatercat

[whumperooni]

l-lamb girls??? ahh, thats so heckin cute! uhmm Can we maybe have some more thoughts of cute lil lamb girls being diddled??? im a sucker for soft cute things bein stuffed and corrupted by some big bad villain! i feel like lamb girls would be similiar to bunny girls, but maybe a bit more timid and chaste? and oh god, the adorable lil bleats while being bred- i hbnnnnhh

You absolutely can have some more thoughts!!!!

I’m so happy that you all have taken to sweet lil lambgirls!!!!! I’ve gotten some good requests already and I’m ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ over them

ᏊㅇꈊㅇᏊ

Let’s do this!!!!!

tags/warnings: dubcon/noncon, breeding kink

“Well, well, well- look at what we have here.”

A squeak leaves the girl and Dabi grins as the cowering thing curls in on herself, as she presses against the dirty wall of the alleyway.

You’re an awfully cute little thing to be skulking around an alleyway late at night. What the hell are you doing out here with your little sundress and cardigan, your fearful eyes and trembling hands, your flicking...ears?

Dabi’s brow raises as he watches the fluffy things twitch. His hands reach out before he even thinks of it and he grabs onto your ears, pinches them between his bony fingers and makes you squeal and squirm.

“What are these, huh? They’re awfully cute, doll. Hey- what the hell are you supposed to be, huh? Some kinda lil bear?”

Under your fear, confusion bubbles up and you whine softly as he shakes the ears, try to back away from him only to make him tug on them tighter.

“N-No, please. I-”

“So what the fuck are ya?” Dabi interrupts, pinching them again and crowding in closer to you, leering down with a grin that makes you quake. “C’mon, sweetheart, I just wanna know.”

He yanks on them and that’s when you let out a bleat- your whole body jerking and little tears wetting your lashes.

Ah, shit- now he knows what you are.

Well, ain’t that fucking cute.

“Aww, a little lamb,” he croons, thumbs rubbing in little circles along your ears. The whimper that you let out doesn’t escape him- nor does the way your eyes screw up and your cheeks flush, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Hey, what’re ya doin’ out here, lambchop? Didja get separated from your flock?”

“D- Don’t call me that,” you sniffle out, head trying to turn away from him. He pinches your ears to keep you in place and you whimper again, cower even more as he leans down until his face is right in front of yours, until he can perfectly see those cute tears beading along your lashes and threatening to slip down your cheeks. “Mister, please- I just- I just wanna go home.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he agrees, voice dripping with faux-sympathy. He starts rubbing along your ears again- little circles with his thumbs that makes you squirm- and Dabi licks his lips when your thighs press together, when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. “Aw, babe, I’m just messin’ with ya- no need to be such a crybaby.”

Your pretty little lips tremble and Dabi grins at that little wobble, squeezes your ears gently and runs them through the slits of his fingers. A weak shiver runs through you and Dabi hums appreciatively at the tiny, stuttered bleat that chokes out from your throat, the way you try to shrink away from him when he grabs onto your waist with one hand and goes back to fondling one of your ears with the other.

“Hey, do ya got a tail too? Bet it’s real cute.”

A squeal leaves you as he easily turns you around- you barely try to fight him off, can’t really do anything with those weak squirms and pathetic little jerks of yours. Dabi forces you around and you whimper when he whistles- little hands scrabbling at the rough brick of the wall and a fluffy tail greeting him. He grabs at it immediately and you cry out when he grips it tight- back arching and your ass sticking out toward him, quivering little sobs starting to break from you.

“Hey- I was right; it’s pretty cute, lambchop.”

“Mis- Mister, please! Please let me-”

Dabi lands a smack to your ass and the words die under a whine, your little tail shakes along with your rump. Dabi stifles a groan at the sight and he grinds against your ass, reaches up to fondle your twitching ears. There’s another little bleat that sounds and then a whimper- ears jerking underneath his fingers and your ass rubbing all along his cock as you squirm and try to get away from him.

Oh, no- he’s not about to let a tender little morsel like you get away.

“Hey, calm down- I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt ya or anything.”

You only give a cute, pathetic little sob in response. It goes straight to his cock and Dabi licks his lips whenever you turn your head back to look at him- eyes bright with tears and cheeks flushed, wet lashes threatening to stick to your cheeks.

“Aw, darlin’,” he croons- mouth stretching with a grin, thumb massaging the fluffy mass of your ear and sending a tremble through you. “C’mon- I’m just playin’ with ya a little. Let me have some fun and I’ll let ya go, okay?”

“F- fun?”

“Yeah,” he tells you- gripping your tail again to mirror the way he plays with your ear. The tiniest bleat slips from your lips when he does and he nearly groans at the noise, presses tighter against your ass when you shiver. “Just a little fun, doll. Just a little fun and I’ll let ya go.”

“P-Promise?” you sniffle- lips wobbling with an upset pout, even more tears glistening and dripping from your lashes.

Aw, ain’t that adorable. You’re just the cutest little dipshit, aren’t you?

“Yeah, babe,” Dabi lies through his teeth- grin stretching wide enough to take up his whole place. “I promise.”

Another sniffle and your head bobs in a nod, your shoulders slump in dejection. Dabi almost laughs at it, but he just smacks your ass instead- makes you jerk and bleat before he pulls away.

If you were smart, you would have tried to run away when he did. But, no, you just cower like the frightened thing you are and rub at your eyes with loose fists.

Dabi grabs onto your wrist before the thought of fleeing enters your dumb little brain and he jerks you toward him, makes you follow after him on wobbly feet as he drags you out of the alley.

“W- what? M- Mister- where are you- I thought-”

“What? You want me to fuck you in the alley? Well, aren’t you eager.”

You squeak and shake your head frantically- eyes so wide and still so bright with tears. Dabi snorts and tugs you toward the hideout, grins whenever you whimper but don’t try to get away with more than a weak little pull of your arm.

“M-Mister, you didn’t say anything about- about-”

“About fucking? Oh, come on, lambchop- what kind of fun did you think I meant?”

“N-no! Please!”

Dabi ignores your pleading and your whines- just like all the people that he drags you past.

You try to grip onto the doorframe when he gets to the hideout, try to stop yourself from being pulled inside. It’s no use, though- he rips you from it with ease and makes you stumble into the hideout and into him. A panicked whimper leaves you and Dabi huffs at it, grips you by the hips and squeezes them so tight it has you wheezing.

“You better be good, sweetheart, or I might not let ya go.”

Fear has your eyes widening, another whimper sounding. You sniffle, head dropping, and Dabi yanks on your tail until you squeal and look back up at him- tears dripping down your flushed cheeks and body curling in on itself.

“Tell me you’ll be good,” he demands- grinning while you cower. “Tell me, little lamb.”

“I- I’ll be good! Mister, pl- please! I’ll be good!”

Yeah, of course you will.

Dabi grabs you by the wrist again and drags you past the bar and up the stairs- ignores whenever Twice pokes his head out of a room and gives him a curious little look. It’s only luck that keeps him from running into Toga and thank god for that- there’s no way he’d be able to keep the little freak from tearing you from him.

Whenever he gets to his room, he just scoops you up and tosses you on the bed. One of those cute little bleats leaves you as you land on the mattress and Dabi snorts whenever you bounce on the bed, whenever you scramble toward the corner of it and curl up, cower and shake like a leaf. He only has to grab you by the ankle and yank you toward him to get the tears flowing again and that’s enough to get him grinning, his cock throbbing. You’re so fucking weak and pathetic. It’s hot, makes him feel powerful as fuck. He likes it. Maybe he won’t let you leave after all. Dabi grabs your other ankle and drags you all the way to the end of the bed, kneels down and hooks your shaking legs over his shoulders. Your feet jerk against his back, kick and stutter against him as he whimpers. The thudding against him is so light and he barks a laugh at your ineffectual squirming, grins as he digs his fingers into your thighs. They’re so soft and he can’t help biting into the tender flesh, can’t help groaning whenever you shudder and whine. Your panties are just a little wet when he buries his face into your crotch and Dabi grins at that, pushes his hands up until he can rip them off, push your dress up over your twitching hips. “Lambchop,” he sneers, “you’re wet. What- do you like this? Like being eaten up by a big bad wolf? Is that why you were sulkin’ around the alley? You little slut.” “N- no! I- I’m not! I don’t- I don’t-” A swipe of his tongue through your folds has your squeaky protest dying, a whimpering whine leaving you. Your hips buck against his face when he flicks his tongue over your clit and Dabi grunts as your tail twitches under his chin, beats against him. Your little cunt is tight when he works a finger inside and your cry is cute- shivering and upset and high pitched. Dabi digs his fingers into your thigh as he forces another finger into your little hole and you sob- cushy insides squeezing around his digits and trying to push him out as you whine and squirm. A bleat leaves you whenever he curls his fingers and, for a second, it seems like the bucking of your hips is less out of fear and trying to get away and more like you’re trying to get him even deeper. Dabi groans at the thought and he dips his head to swirl his tongue along your clit, pumps his fingers and gets your thighs shaking over his shoulders. Your cunt pulses around him again and he laps at the beads of juice that are starting to slip out around his fingers, scratches over your hip to make you whine and jerk from him. “M- Mister, please! That- that hurts!” Yeah, no shit. Dabi lifts his head so he can take in your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, the shallow panting that makes your chest move in stuttering little motions. A whimper leaves you when he leans over you and he grins when your cunt tightens as your legs are forced against your chest, when you squeeze your eyes shut and your fingers curl into the covers. “And does this hurt?” he sneers, thumbing across your clit and curling his fingers again. You whimper and your cheeks flush darker, your pussy throbs around him. “C’mon- does it hurt? Tell me it hurts.” “It- it hurts!” “Liar.” You sob and Dabi’s grin grows as shame washes over you, as you try to curl up and away from him. It’s useless, of course, and Dabi leans closer to you, makes you mewl and bleat whenever his fingers grab onto one of your fluffy ears, rubs tiny circles along it. You bleat, again, and he feels you get more wet, feels your cunt tighten down on his fingers. He knew that would get you going. How fucking cute and pathetic. “Aw, you like that, little lamb?” he taunts. “You’re such a little whore- what kinda slut gets off to this?” “I’m not- I’m not- oh!” Dabi snorts as you moan and he takes a moment to slip a third finger inside of your tight cunt, snarls a little when he feels your cunt start to clamp down on him and flutter. “Did you just fucking come?” He doesn’t get an answer from you- all you do is whine and hide your face in your hands, sob as your shoulders shake. Dabi wrenches his fingers from your drooling cunt and he sticks them in his mouth, sucks off your shameful juices and looks over you with a smirk. He could just eat you up. “Roll over.” You shake your head, whimpering, and Dabi rolls his eyes, grabs onto your sundress and tugs on it until the buttons pop off and he can get an eyeful of your teats. “Well, shit, these are cute.” He doesn’t mean to mumble it, but he doesn’t really care that he does. His tongue runs over his lips and he grabs onto your tits, gives them a squeeze that has you whining and squirming. It doesn’t escape his attention that your ears twitch and it doesn’t escape his attention either that your cheeks flush darker, that your back arches just a little into his touch. You really do like this, don’t you? What a dirty little lamb. Dabi pinches your nipples and gets you gasping, your hands fisting the covers again. You don’t fight him when he flips you over- don’t do much more than whimper and bury your face in the covers with a sniveling whine. Dabi pushes your dress back up and he eyes your ass for a moment- appreciating the soft, unmarked flesh. A hard smack to it has it reddening and he laughs as you cry out, scrabble up the bed as pain shoots through you. Your next cry is even louder and Dabi grins as he drags you back by the the tail, lays another smack on you and gets you shaking. Your tail twitches in his grasp and he squeezes it hard before letting it go, grabs onto your cheeks and spreads you apart so he can get a look at your glistening cunt, your puckered little hole. He thinks about wrecking your ass, but dismisses it- he can always do it later; right now he just wants to feel your snug little cunt swallow his cock. “Aw, babe, you’re so wet for me.” “N- no- I’m not!” Your teary little lie is so cute, pathetic- he fucking loves it. Dabi grins as he takes his cock out, bites into his lip as he strokes over himself. Your tail shakes along with your body and you whimper whenever he rocks against your wet cunt, choke out a whine when he reaches to grab onto your ears again, fondle them. A tiny bleat sounds as he grinds against you and Dabi sneers over how easy it is to make your hips buck against him, how wet his cock gets when it slides through your folds. You’re really just a weak little whore, aren’t you? A dumb little baby that can’t help but submit to the mean, mean man and your cowering prey instincts. His dick slides into you with ease and Dabi grunts as you bleat and squirm underneath him, as your cunt squeezes around him. You’re still so fucking tight, but you’re wet too- soaked and hot, snug and sweet with your bleats and your twitching tail. “Fuck- you like this, don’t ya?” Dabi groans, fucking his cock deeper into you, squeezing your ears and making you bleat even louder. “You like this big cock fillin’ up your little lambcunt, don’t ya?” “N- no! You’re- you’re too big! It’s too much! Mister, please-” “Fuck, yeah- keep callin’ me that. Keep squeezin’ my cock, whore.” A smack to your ass and you’re left whining, clamping down on him even as you stutter out little pleas and protests. Dabi groans as his cock sinks in to the hilt, groans as your gummy and pulsing pussy squeezes around him like its trying to milk him dry. It wants him to fill you up, he knows- it wants him to breed your little lambcunt even if you beg him to pull out, to stop and let you go. Yeah, there’s no way that’s happening. Dabi grunts and he fucks into you- your cunt squelching and his balls slapping against you, a weak whine leaving you whenever he hunches over you and curls his fingers into your hair and grinds your face into the covers. “Fuck, this cunt,” he growls out. “You’re so fucking tight. Goddamn cocksleeve, fuckin’ little slut.” “Mister! Mister, please!” It sounds like you’re mewling now- muffled little whines cut up with bleats and moans, punctuated with squeezes around his cock. He hisses as you start to spasm around his dick, growls whenever your hips arch back against him and he gets even deeper into your snug little cunt. You cry out when he bites into your neck- seize up and then go limp against the bed, tremble with tiny little bleats that only make him fuck into your creaming pussy even harder. “Oh! Oh! Mister!” “Fuck, yeah- keep begging, baby. Tell me how much you like it.” A whimper and a shake of your head, a loud bleat and whine whenever he rains a smack on your ass. “Tell me, you stupid slut. C’mon- I can feel ya gripping me. Already felt you come.” “N- no! No, please-” Dabi grabs onto your tail and yanks it hard, gets you gasping and crying out a reedy keen that has him groaning. He tugs on your tail harder and you sob, shake as your whole body tightens and your nails claw over his sheets. “Tell me.” “I- I like it! I like it! Please stop-” Dabi moans and he lets go of your tail to grab onto your twitching hips, grunts as he fucks into you harder and faster and makes you bleat over and over again. “Gonna breed this lil lambcunt. Gonna- fuck- gonna fill ya up.” “No! Don’t-” Too late. Dabi comes with a groan and he keeps your hips pulled tight against him, doesn’t let you escape as he shoots his seed deep inside of your cunt and humps it into your womb. He can’t hear your sobs as he pants and just grins as you shake underneath him, hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek that makes you whimper and sniffle. The sight of his come dripping from your cunt whenever he slips out is the best damn thing that he’s seen in a long time and Dabi eyes your oozing pussy with a sense of satisfaction, gathers up his sticky white seed with his fingers and stuffs it back inside of you. One last tiny bleat and then you collapse on the bed fully- trembling and crying, flushed and whimpering. You don’t try to get away from him when he crawls over you and you don’t do more than snivel when he forces his lips against yours- your own moving with uncertain little presses that makes him snort whenever he pulls back. “C- Can I go now?” you whine out- voice thick with tears and exhaustion, shame. “M- Mister, please- you said...” “I don’t remember saying shit,” Dabi grunts, reaching over for his cigarettes and grinning whenever your eyes widen in fear. “N- no! You said- please-” Dabi ignores you as he lights up and takes a drag, huffs whenever your lips tremble and you weakly try to squirm out from underneath him. His hand grabbing your jaw has you stilling and a squeeze to it has you squealing- lashes dripping tears again and your body quaking in horror. “Nah, I don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere,” he tells you. “Think I like fuckin’ you too much, lambchop.” “But- but-” “But- but-,” Dabi mocks, leering as you whine and sob. You flinch when he squeezes your jaw again, whimper when he smacks your cheek. “C’mon, don’t be such a crybaby. I know you liked it.” “I didn’t-” “You did,” he huffs. “I felt you come on my cock. I know your little cunt liked being fucked and filled up by me.” Your head drops in shame and Dabi coos as you start to really cry, brushes your tears away with a mocking sweetness that only makes you sob harder. “Make me come again and I might let you go,” he tells you, fingers threading through your hair and gripping onto an ear again, rubbing them until you whimper and a strangled bleat sounds in your throat. “You can do that, can’t ya?” You bite your lip and Dabi knows you’ve resigned yourself to that with the way your shoulders slump, knows that he’s gonna have you creaming along his cock again. You’re so easy and simple and weak- he can string you along until you’re broken, until you’re made into a begging little slut for him. “P- promise?” Dabi’s lips stretch with a grin and he nods, watches as you sniffle and swipe away your tears. “Yeah, babe, I promise.” Another sniffle and then you nod- lips trembling with a pout and face so sulky and cute as you soak in the obvious lie. Fuckin’ idiot. Dabi moves to lean back against the pillows and he watches as you crawl between his legs, watches as your little ears twitch and your tongue peeks out to lick a tentative stripe along his cock. You shudder whenever he curls his fingers into your hair, but you part your lips when he forces you closer to his cock and Dabi grins as he smokes and looks down at you. Yeah, he’s not going to let you go. He’s not going to ever let you go. Dabi hums as you slowly swallow him down and he smirks when you shiver as his fingers rub along your ear, when a muffled bleat sounds along his cock.

[m0nkeybee]

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Heeey so let me give you some of my Funtime Freddy hcs because I love him too! I tend to write the bear characters as overprotective/possessive doms so sorry if you hate these hcs! Some of them may or may not be based off of CTW Freddy. Welp, here goes nothing:

~FUNTIME FREDDY HEADCANONS~

- Is actually sentient and very cunning. He just loves being goofy and letting people underestimate his intelligence.

- Has no chill

- Has a very dark sense of humor. It greatly angers some people (who are bold enough not to shit bricks) but they can't beat up a 9ft 800lb bear made of bulletproof metal.

- Brain and brawn. So he'd easily fuck their shit up

- Very affectionate if you get past his vast knowledge of death, death methods, and torture methods. This includes cuddling.

- LOUD ASF

- The type to crush his rivals in a bear hug, bite their face off to "kiss" them, or steal their heart. By ripping it out. And perform Mkx Mileena's secret brutality where she leap frogs her enemy, laughs maniacally, breaks their arms off, and crushes their head by sitting on them

- Extremely protective over those he loves and is generally sassy. When any of his friends or lover goes out to face danger: "WHERE ARE YOU GOING BESIDES NOWHERE!?"

- Has a hand he can pop out when Bon-Bon detaches himself.

- He and Baby are frenemies. More on the enemy side.

- Very sadistic

- Regularly uses pet names. Uses them on pretty much everyone. "Cupcake", "sweet pea", "my dear", "lambchop", "sweetheart" etc.

- Loves to be scratched behind the ears.

- Life of the party

- Fascinated with cats.

- Has excellent hearing.

- Will keep you in his stomach if he worried about you or he's about to kill someone who made him jealous.

- He wants to drive a car.

- Very good at roasting people.

- HAHAHAHAAAAAAAs all the time.

- Fought a real bear and won. He had to get cleaned up

- Hates his creator

- Likes to chew on pinecones

- Bill Cipher if he wasn't an all powerful entity that felt affection and is brutish

- Will yell out terrifying facts and send you freaky pictures at 3 in the morning

- Probably killed hundreds of people and animals by now.

- Tries to eat ice cream. He loves it so much

- Shoved a spoon in someone's neck

- Can pur and growl

- Horrifying and lethal when genuinely angered or provoked

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finally some good fucking food...

Honestly, considering that I haven't read CTW yet, I definitely HC him a LOT softer/less intense compared to these, but these r honestly still really good :] a very good balance of cute HCs along with what applies to his canon character when CTW is considered

I especially can definitely enjoy the first hc; love when a character keeps up a facade for most and just surprises others to no end.

As for the pet names, I like to think he has pet names specific to people/ones that are common for him to use on everyone, n then pet names specific to his s/o.. kinda plays into him being affectionate and I think thats neat... this hc is living in my head rent free..

Overall, thanks for sharing !! I enjoyed these quite a lot n is kind of a fresh way for me to see funfred just a bit :]

[patchworkideas]

Tagged by @smallameangel and @ygo-is-gayer-than-i-remember

Favorite Color: I love purple as a color, but use it mostly as accents. I buy and wear pretty much exclusively blue stuff because it's pretty in all shades and doesn't get overwhelming like all purple would be. X-D

Currently Reading: Bird Rock Lambchop (Bird Bigger Bird) by @toffeecape

(An absolutely amazing series - and author - I can wholeheartedly recommend! I keep coming back to it when I need comfort because it's just so soft and loving and funny and gorgeous. ❤️❤️❤️)

Last Song: The Score - Heat

(They have a lot of cool songs! Overall I love music that pulls me along and makes me want to dance, and music that's just filled with emotions. (A lot of my favorites are from musicals, which usually have both.) And songs that have lyrics with meaning, telling a story or making me feel seen - or which remind me of characters I love.)

Last Series: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters 😊

Last Movie: Spirited Away

Sweet, Savory, Sour: Savory all the way. I like sweet too, though in small doses, and I don't like sour stuff at all. Always tastes like it's gone bad to me.

Currently Working On: Long Way Around (the next 4 chapters are drafted, whole story is planned out.), Exceptional (this exploded - I have 9 chapters drafted, though still feeling like there could be some extra stuff in between. And more ideas still.), a Naga WIP I really like but that's kinda been put on the back burner as I concentrate on the other two (don't want to stress myself out with too many projects at once) and several drafted one shots I fiddle with in between.

(Switching between helps me not get too perfectionistic with any single one - if I get stuck I can let it rest and work on the others. Seems to work well so far.)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to play!

(I get too anxious to tag anyone in particular - I'm always worried someone might feel left out or forgotten. Probably silly but *shrugs*. So this a tag for everyone!)

[likethetailofacomet]

Always Be Iowa

A/N: checking another of @zaffrenotes drabble requests off of my list. This one was “You are seriously like a man-child” which fits Seth perfectly. Let’s see how his man child ways manifest in the planning of their wedding, shall we?

Pairing: Seth x Emma

Word count: 602

Emma looked over the menu in her hand, paying specific attention to the notes and check marks, circles and dark cross outs that Seth had added to indicate his preferences and opinions. They needed to finalize the selection for their wedding, but their hectic schedules kept them apart, so notes, texts and emails between them, their parents and their wedding planner- an absolute godsend who swooped in when Emma realized that she couldn’t keep saying “we have plenty of time for that,” when in fact they were only weeks away and all that had been decided was the venue- were the closest thing to sitting down and making decisions as a team as was possible. She re-read his choices for the cocktail hour and shook her head, sinking into the barstool at their kitchen counter.

“Cheese and meat platter” was circled, asterisked and had several arrows surrounding it.

“Cocktail Franks” had WHAT KIND OF PARTY DOESNT HAVE LITTLE HOTDOGS?! scrawled in all capitals next to it.

“Lollipop Lambchops” had the word lambchop crossed off but the word lollipop was underlined, with “...or CAKEpops?!?!” written alongside.

The last item he’d circled was the crudités platter, but something in the shape of the circle looked reluctant. The note in the margin confirmed her observation, and she could see Seth’s exaggerated eye roll as she read “I guess the healthy people need something to chew on”.

At that, Emma laughed out loud, alone in the single beam of light from the overhead lamp. “I love you, Seth Levine, but you are seriously like a man child when it comes to food”

Between late nights and early starts, traveling for meetings and other obligations, it’d been almost 4 days since she’d seen him, but reading his notes and hearing his voice in her head, seeing his expressions in her mind made her feel like he was there and she smiled. Maybe the mad dash to decide on, well, everything was stressful, but at the end of it all they’d be married- he’d be her husband, and that was worth every ounce of stress.

She heard the key turn in the lock and set the paper back down on the countertop. She stood, smoothing her shirt down and quickly running her tongue over her teeth before pressing her lips together to plump them. The door opened and she felt her chest grow warm as Seth’s tired face filled the door frame. He dropped his keys in the bowl with a plink, eyes landing on his equally exhausted fiancé. As they did, they lit up, and all signs of stress or lack of sleep vanished. “Hey Iowa,” He said through his smile, crossing the room towards her.

“Hey yourself,” she responded as his thick, strong arms came around her body. She pressed a kiss to his lips before nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling as he squeezed her gently. “You gonna call me Iowa even after we’re married?”

Seth chuckled, one hand combing through her hair. “Yes, of course, Iowa, only your last name is changing, don’t be ridiculous.”

Emma laughed but then a thought dawned on her and she pulled back to look him in the eye, a concerned look on her face. “Seth, when you filled out the paperwork for the marriage license you filled out Emma, right? Not Iowa?”

He laughed heartily before scooping her up like she was weightless. “Yes, Emma June Elizabeth Nailor,” He even included her confirmation name to prove his point. He lowered his face to hers, rubbing his nose along her cheek. “But you’ll always be my Iowa.”

Tags: @zaffrenotes @ooo-barff-ooo @sleepwalkingelite @brightpinkpeppercorn @kellypenac

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Friday, 25 March, 2022:

Labyrinthitis Destroyer (Merge Records) (released 25 March 2022)

It’s almost hard to believe that Dan Bejar (essentially Destroyer) has a new album out already.  He usually averages (in recent years) three years between albums, sometimes more.  His last album, Have We Met (one of my least favorite Destroyer albums) came out in 2020 and here it is two years later and he’s delivering the smashing Labyrinthitis.  Usually it takes me several listens to penetrate a Destroyer album, but I’ve been digging this right from the start (I’m on my second spin as I type this).

I wasn’t even certain I would be buying anything new for a while, but I was in Champaign today and of course, it was burgers and Shiner at the Esquire.  And since the Esquire is only few minutes away from Exile (and since I parked right in front of Exile) I have to at least saunter in and see what is on the shelves since it is New Release Friday.  Even if it was 6:55 and the shop closes at 7:00 (which I can’t believe it did since there were at least eight people shopping for albums), I dashed in, found this and then had to scope out the new Thurston Moore (Screen Time, as reasonably priced as this album was).  Then I had to see if they had the demos version of Let England Shake by PJ Harvey but since it contained a $30 price tag, I knew it was staying put in the bin.  I could only afford one album so Thurston Moore remains sitting on the shelf. 

Somehow I thought that Merge’s Peak Vinyl was limited to only their website.  I didn’t realize that shops could obtain it as well.  I’m glad because I was planning on buying this from Merge at some point (along with that new Lambchop reissue of their first album).  Merge has been making some wild looking colored vinyl as of late.  This Destroyer album is on Green and White vinyl as it says on the hype sticker below.  Then below that you will find the sharp looking vinyl.  Side 1 shows first and then Side 2 pops up.

And of course, I’m going to show you close ups of both the A Side label and the B Side label.

[quilleth]

Rules: tag the followers you want to know better. If y’all want to :3  @mer-birdman @squarelyblue @virtuallyinlovewithyou @prismsession @timelord-in-hogwarts @teaandinanity @ellebeebee @prairiedogprincess

Tagged by @renrenkii (I love your new tumblr theme!)

Name: you can call me quilleth, quill, etc

Gender: If forced to choose, female, but honestly I don’t really think about it all that much

Star Sign: Pisces, Leo moon, Sagittarius rising

Height:5′3.5 (you can pry that half inch from my cold lifeless hands!)

Age: 30

Sexuality: Ace

House: Hufflepuff primary Slytherin secondary

Element: Water

What image do you have as your wallpaper?: My computer background is one of the patreon Namesake backgrounds...I can’t remember which month but it’s one of the shippy ones.  My phone background is the pattern of Usagi’s bedspread from the 90′s anime, and this is my lockscreen

Have you ever had a crush on your teacher?:  Um no.

Where do you see yourself in ten years?: I’d be 40 and to be honest I am so not prepared to think that far ahead.  Like I can’t even see myself in 10 weeks let alone 10 years

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: I won cutest costume in a costume contest when I was like 7 and was dressed up as Lambchop Shut up it was the early 90′s and i was cute as shit

What was your favorite 90′s show?: Hmmm, we mostly watched a lot of the TGIF shows: Steve Urkel, Full House, Fresh Prince, etc.  I don’t really remember having a favorite, but my favorite cartoons were Rugrats and Scooby Doo. Wait...that’s a lie, I really liked Sabrina the Teenage Witch (and no I’m not interested in the reboot at all...like why mess with a good thing)

Have you ever been stood up?: no

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: lol I’ve never even been off the East Coast

Favorite pair of shoes: I am not really a shoe person but I have a pair of flats I like to wear sometimes when I’m too lazy to wear sneakers. They’re sort of a grey houndstooth kind of material and were like 10 bucks at Walmart lol

Favorite fruit: Watermelon and apples

Favorite book: How very dare.  Ummm...in no particular order: Harry Potter, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowel, Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, Soulless by Gail Carriger, Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones, The King of Elfland’s Daughter by Lord Dunsany

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: So, So many things (studying the humanities is, to be quite honest, right up there, along with forcing myself to suffer through grad school, but I don’t think that’s what you’re looking for and I am Bitter and Jaded(™) and therefore biased)  Umm...once on the swim team I was winning! a race and I was so thrown off by being so far ahead of my competitors that I thought maybe there’d been a false start and I’d missed them telling us, so I stopped and turned around in my lane to look before my teammates were like WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU’RE WINNING! I still won but not by as much (obviously). I also got DQ’d from a match because I got the order of events mixed up and missed one I was supposed to be in

All time favorite TV shows: The GBBO, Charmed, Merlin

The last movie you saw in theaters: Well the last time I was in a theatre I was watching Anastasia on Broadway, does that count?  Because I can’t remember the actual movie i saw in theatres last.  I’m not fond of going to the movie theatre unless it’s something I REALLY want to see because i have a hard time without subtitles since the volume is so loud that the soundtrack overwhelms the dialogue on top of noise from other patrons...so maybe it was for Wonder Woman?

What are your favorite bands?  Florence and the Machine, Mumford and Sons, Walk the Moon, Maroon 5, Marina and the Diamonds, Autoheart, St Motel, Of Monsters and Men

[mazarinrouge]

@kataracy​ tagged me in something and then promptly called me a fidget spinner. So, that means I have to do this now. (rly though thank you)

🎀 - Are you named after someone? My name’s Michelle. I always thought I was named after the Beatles’ song. Hell, maybe even the GNR song, I wouldn’t mind. But all along, I was really named after my mom’s friend. IDEK her. 

🎀 - When was the last time you cried? I can’t really remember because I cry a lot. Maybe last night? I was tired so I was more emotional, I guess. 

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting? No, it is bad. I can’t be bothered with it anymore. If you hold a pencil wrong since elementary just know there is no saving you. 

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat? Gonna say sausages. I like them in rice. 

🎀 - Do you have kids? No. Still in school, so I’d rather not. 

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? This question is silly because it depends on the kind of different person I’d be, really. 

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm? No, of course not. I have strict rules and regulations against sarcasm. 

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. They are there. 

🎀 - Would you bungee jump? I don’t mind heights, but for some reason, bungee jumping and ziplines are the things that bother me. 

🎀 - What’s your favorite cereal? Frosted Flakes. Which apparently, Aisha calls Frosties sometimes.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? If they’re too tight, sure, but generally no. I do have a wall I like to keep my shoes by. They’re all in a neat little row. 

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person? I can’t run for very long and I am not really a healthy person, but I can lift.

🎀 - What’s your favorite ice cream? The ones with flavors that typically aren’t in ice cream. Hit me up with birthday cake or baklava ice cream. 

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Their face. Also height. 

🎀 - What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? I have a lazy eye. It’s annoying and makes me really bad at tennis, but I don’t hate it. I also dislike how shot my left ear is. It’s pretty much done. Don’t do loud music, kids. 

🎀 - What color trousers and shoes are you wearing right now? I have no shoes, no socks, and comfy plaid PJ pants. 

🎀 - What are you listening to right now? Because of a different question, I was listening to My Michelle by GNR. Now the playlist has me on You Could Be Mine. 

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Pasty white, probably. 

🎀 - Favorite smell? @citrusrealm​‘s dumb perfume. 

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? ^^^^ I call Gio like every day. 

🎀 - Favorite sport to watch? BASEBALL. Baseball is the true American sport, ok. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t give into that dumb football propaganda, baseball is good 

🎀 - Hair color? kataracy’s answer to this is cute af. My hair’s just brown. 

🎀 - Eye color? Blue green ish 

🎀 - Do you wear contacts? I do sometimes, but my prescription makes them damn heavy, so I don’t often. 

🎀 - Favorite food? Gyros. The lamb inside the gyro? Lambchops? Also cucumbers

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy? Comedy is like my medicine. I was so down one week because I saw Uncle Vanya. Couldn’t stop thinking about eventual death. And then I saw Urinetown and MAN. I was 100 times better. 

🎀 - Last movie you watched? Star Wars if I remember right. 

🎀 - What color shirt are you wearing? Dark blue. Auburn team blue. It’s an Auburn shirt. 

🎀 - Summer or Winter? Both are bad, I prefer Spring. 

🎀 - Hugs or kisses? Both? 

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading? Fuck. Harry Potter because I never read that. Also Invisible Man, the civil rights one not the Wells one. My TBR list is very long. 

🎀 - Who do you miss right now? My dog, Carrot. She’s outside my room, but I still miss her. 

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad? Hah, mousepad. I sit up in bed usually, so my ‘mousepad’ is just a Kindle. 

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched? Barely watch TV. So probably ATLA. 

🎀 - What is the best sound? Guitars while they gently weep. Guitar solos though, they move me emotionally. 

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled? Germany or Italy. Can’t tell which one I was farther east in.

🎀 - Do you have a special talent? I play guitar fairly ok. My real skill is annotating books. I’m a pro. 

🎀 - Where were you born? Birmingham, AL. Still here 

Aisha and Gio were already tagged!! So I’m tagging @wafflerine ;0