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[idrawtooslow]

The Croaker's Revenge

The Croaker will be present at Dashcon 2, and will guard the ballpit, after a fashion… but nobody will notice or recognize them. Many cosplayers will attend as the Croaker, but none will be @the-muppet-joker, not even the one in full purple-leisure-suit Joker cosplay, with a Kermit puppet fastened to his fly like a codpiece.

@strange-aeons will be there, in full Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven-Way cosplay, guarding the ballpit and posing for mock battle photos with Brotherhood cosplayers, but nobody will claim to be the actual Muppet Joker. Things will be whispered into Master Strange's ear, but they will mostly be along the line of what a lovely couple she and her wife make. Perhaps Master Strange will lean down to hear one person whisper, "I think he's here," and she will turn around, but she will not be able to tell who she was leaning down to listen to.

The ballpit will be a hit. Not as big as the raccoon talk given by @raccoonmilf, but the organizers, @dashcon-two, knew that if they were going to have a ballpit, they'd have to go big and make it as nice as possible, and the party supply company will deliver the perfect thing. Among other activities, getting selfies with Homestuck cosplayers reenacting their time in the original Dashcon ballpit will be popular.

Nobody will urinate in the ballpit.

Nobody will think very hard about how the laconic, sullen young person in a polo shirt and work slacks, who set up the ballpit alone and unassisted, had bright green hair.

Nobody will think very hard about how this green-haired young person spent every day of the convention posted up against a wall in view of the ballpit, scrolling on their phone, not interacting with anyone.

Nobody will realize until after the con, that the party supply company did not contract to set the ballpit up for the organizers, or to provide a maintenance person for it.

Nobody at the party supply company will care, when the Dashcon 2 organizers tell them that whoever initially signed for the ballpit wasn't event staff. Nor will they have any idea who actually did sign for it.

After the con, everyone will assume that the young green-haired nonbinary person, who set up the ballpit and spent the entire con leaning on the wall in view of it, scrolling on their phone, will pack up the ballpit and load it into the party supply company's truck, but in fact, the ballpit will still be standing, quite abandoned, and the green-haired one will have vanished without a trace. Eventually, the organizers will find badge details matching the green-haired one in their records: a standard visitor pass with no special privileges, under the name of "John Smith."

After the con, over the next few weeks, the repercussions will start to become apparent. Bit by bit, the Croaker's devious, twisted, insane, magnificent, hilarious plan will come to fruition before the eyes of an astonished and terrified Tumblr community, and the Croaker will have revenge upon all of us.

[electronicmail]

being alive is really hard because youre cognitive and youre only an animal. some things are just the chemicals. let your nerves fire and continue on

[bluegiragi]

work it out (part 1)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[skarsgards-bill]

NASCAR and Columbia Reveal a New Darth Vader-Inspired Paint Scheme

[sweetpupii]

Yall hear me out, caitlyn x library assistant reader 🫦🌚

They're dating. And bonus points if Caitlyn visits the reader after her training sesh with Ambessa

BOOKSHELF BACKSHOT KIRAMMAN SPECIAL 💥💥💥💥🔫🔫🔫🔫

cw- a quickie. semi-public. fingering. how is it called when she makes you clean your cum with your tongue?

　the library was dimly lit, the scent of old books lingered in the air and the pleasant silence made the environment more comfortable.

it was no surprise that this place was practically empty this late at night.

you had just finished organizing a new shipment of books, your fingertips brushing the spine of a particularly weathered volume. looks like people really have a thing for old romance novels.

“are you busy?” caitlyn’s familiar voice appeared from behind, keeping an appropriate volume to not break any rules and get both of you in trouble ( even if the librarian at the entrance was fast asleep ), as her hands attached themselves to your hips. thumbs curling around the belt loops of your pants to tug you closer.

her hair clung to her forehead, a sheen of sweat on her skin could be seen due to the low light, still dressed in her tight workout gear.

she usually took a shower immediately after sparring, needing a good amount of warm water to soothe her aching muscles, also washing the adrenaline and sweat away—looks like today she had other needs in mind.

“oh, hey” the pretty smile on your face as you looked over your shoulder reminds her why she wanted to come see you. “I'm not that busy.”

caitlyn's lips trailed gentle kisses over the exposed skin of your shoulder right above the neckline of your top as her hands went under it to rest on your waist.

“shouldn’t you be at home?”

“I should be,” she admitted, her voice low as she pressed her lips to the nape of your neck, hands ( not so ) discreetly sliding up your torso to cup your chest, “but I really wanted to be with you first.”

“cait—” your protest was weak, your words coming out in a sigh. it was painfully obvious that your girlfriend wasn't satisfied with just some kisses and words.

“it’s just us,” she replied, her tone carrying a blend of reassurance and raw need. her front pressed against your back, wanting to be even closer. “I promise you it won't take long.”

her fingers made their way to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning and tugging them down just enough to bare you to her. the cool air against your bare skin contrasting sharply with the heat of her body. caitlyn’s hand moved down your abdomen to in between your thighs, her other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady.

“stay quiet for me, love,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. the words and the way she moved your panties to the side sent a shiver down your spine, her fingers slid past your folds to your entrance, feeling the wetness against the tips of her fingers.

lucky for you, the heel of her hand did press against your clit. no piece of you left untouched.

the sound of her breath, heavy and uneven against your neck, filled the space between the shelves. her movements were deliberate. her hips rocked against you, mirroring the rhythm of her hand as her lips left a trail of kisses and soft bites—she also needed friction after all.

“if we get caught I'll kill you…” a breathy, almost broken whisper slipped out of your lips the second her fingers finally buried themselves deep inside you once it was wet enough. no matter how much you verbally complain, your body will always let her in like she belongs there.

( and fuck, she loves that. )

“shut up then.” her voice was quiet and somewhat gentle even while she forced your mouth shut by putting her free palm over it. the clenching around her fingers as she did—that makes it a bit hard to keep pumping in and out your warm cunt—doesn't go unnoticed though.

keeping that reaction in mind, she held your face more firmly—using her front to push you forward against the shelves, one of your hands shakily holding a pair of books to prevent them from falling. now you have to organize them again! thanks a lot, caitlyn.

not that you can complain right now.

every sound that comes out of your lips is muffled by her palm as her fingers curl just right in a pace that makes your mind blurry, eyes closing on their own. even if your hips are trembling and your knees threaten to give up, she's not ceasing her movements. ( your responses are so damn encouraging. )

she can feel her own underwear getting damp and sticking to her skin every time she moves her hips, just knowing the effect she has on you makes her want to reach in between her own legs to get rid of that familiar burning sensation—or have you in between her legs, that also works.

“stop whining,” she mumbled against your skin, holding back a small laugh, looking down at the way your hand quickly tapped against her side to get her to stop for at least one second.

spoiler alert: it's not going to work.

she's determined to make you cum, to see the warm tears falling from your eyes, to feel your body tremble and lean back against her own. it doesn't matter if her muscles are on fire from recently training, she will keep going.

she deserves it, right?

it didn't take long until your body quivered, the pressure inside building until it was unbearable. practically forcing bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut as if it would help to stifle the cry that threatened to break the library's peace.

caitlyn had to wrap her arm around you, her breath hot and ragged against your neck as she pressed a lingering kiss to your sweat-damp skin. “have I told you how gorgeous you look?” she murmured, her voice low and warm. carefully pulling her now creamy white coated fingers out of you.

“horny bastard, can't even work in peace…” you managed to pant before she pushed her digits past your lips, making you lick and suck your own fluid off them.

caitlyn kiramman is, indeed, a horny bastard.

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@patronagrona

[bigcatbulges]

Source - ross_ciaco

(Artist's Patreon Booth Fanbox Bluesky and Telegram Art Channel)

[gideonnavsenormousbiceps]

do you think viktor ever went down to find jayce in the forge and then just like. saw jayce shirtless and sweaty and then completely forgot what he came down there for or

[heatherchasesyou]

The amount of pressure Vincent might feel from managing a whole church plus having to keep his polite and controlled stance all the time in front of others... I feel like he'd stress out at some point, so... here's my interpretation of it <3

also random fun fact but I was blasting this song on my headset while doing the whole piece which somehow gives me fucked up Vinny vibes ❤

[watchyourbuck]

yes buddie marriage yes buddie endgame but you know which fucking fanon hd I will never move on from? buddie fucking in 2x01 right after their pissing match and being unable to keep their hands off each other bc they want each other so badly and it’s messy and nasty and disgusting and so fast GOD

[potter-solomons]

the AUDACITY.

[httpiastri]

https://twitter.com/mclaronz/status/1807060390519648580?t=BDumRCrF0YGQx8cOKBk3YQ&s=19

Imagining this face after other things.

don't even........ i will scream

[christiangeistdorfer]

GILLES VILLENEUVE after winning the 1981 SPANISH GRAND PRIX

[largepoundage]

Mommy dom GF who weighs 600 pounds but is constant filling you until you’re twice that heavy

[mulderscully]

THE KILLERS | "Dying Breed" in Dublin, Ireland (June 12th, 2024)

"So tonight, the next song is our song it's about making a promise and keeping it. It's about showing up. This is a special thing we have. We're a Dying Breed."

[toxooz]

the gym bros tryin to get Ollie to be their spotter like 🥺👉👈💐💐🙏

[bigcatbulges]

Source - Kajon_art