#or did i hallucinate that

[nia-inkognito]

shook off the dust during my sick day by drawing my toxic dilf husband

[princess-kivee]

Long overdue art of my Murder Drones OCs that I'm really proud of CW// Gore, "blood", stalker relationships

This one is from a bio/human AU where disassemblers are basically lycanthropes who were infected by the Solver (which in this AU is an eldritch virus)

[edensear]

What do you mean I can hallucinate whatever I want…

This is not talked about enough. I’m surprised so many people know nothing about this. You can literally train your brain to hallucinate whatever you want in a month or two. Maybe even feel or hear things too. Yes it’s giving schizophrenia but there are some people who have managed to do it without going insane.

I low-key want to try it.. but I have too much to lose. I’ll do it when I’m old as fuck and life is boring as fuck. If this topic interests you watch this video on it:

Also if you are someone who can do this please comment, I would love to learn about your experience.

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Did Franco’s post get deleted😭

[littlelesbianlegend]

me vs the urge to draw avar in some spicy little outfits

(which is very difficult considering jedi’s modesty robes lol)

[0zzysaurus]

Me likey when the transformers hug and roughhouse and play games and dance around, and likewise when humans teach them to fun human stuff like they are just big friends !! Big huge buddies who are robots and have to be careful

[tra-muah]

When I was a kid I had nightmares here and there (like the average kid) and I'd go sleep in my parents room after each nightmare, one time after a nightmare (don't remember specifics about it) I went to my parents room as usual, explained what happened, blah blah blah, anyway, when I was about to fall asleep I imagined (thinking back hallucinated might fit better since I didn't have control over it) weird cartoon turtles that climbed up the blanket towards me and then one of them (the one closest to me) opened it's mouth and ate my head, what followed was the most peaceful sleep I ever had.

I think about that alot and still don't have an explanation for myself

[daenerys-targaryen]

anyone remember when disney channel did ‘Halloween in April’ ?

[bizlybebo]

@clavidy

[ourtalechara]

I once dreamt reading something about Dan Bull on a wiki and then I woke up and I haven't trusted any information I've learned about Dan Bull since

[lethal-liability]

Hey did anyone have that post with the link to the website that sells tshirts wholesale?

[kroshilov]

I want him to be more comfortable with him, he's really nice. I could be scared of him, but our first meeting was too sweet and absurd

[thatone-churro]

@chimuradae

*stumbles out of the rythm game covered in blood*

[geolos]

hey tumblr am i the only one that remembers dream saying that the titan will be someone we don't know

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit got William Afton a new hater..