#she's adorable and amazing

[alexiasleftoversalmon]

CAPTAIN POOKIE 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[traditionallymodern]

SHE PUT ONE UP FOR GUMMIGOO I CANT SHES SO

[beautiful-slim-girls]

[casart]

What's got you fuming, buddy? What's got you raging, dude?( ͡° ꒳ ͡°)

[uselessgaywhovian]

I can’t believe Rashawn won D&D in one round of combat.

[beepborpdoodledorp]

I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR EPISODE 4 ARRRGGHHHHHH DEC 13TH CANT COME SOON ENOUGH

LOOK AT HERRRRR

I hope Jax gets the shit bullied out of him in the episode

[adeleine-everyday]

day 32

i really like tove jansson's style of old moomins comics so i tried to do something similar :]

[antiquepearlss]

Butch and Femme but classic ✨

[backjustforberena]

Watching the HOTD fandom turn in on itself and I'm just here, enjoying my flawed, complex, glorious middle-aged couple who just love one another:

[lichilly]

cw—pwp (porn without plot) we are hopping right into it folks, reader is referred to as cute and pretty, reader has a vagina, Jill is a pussy eating fiend, one small moment of Jill speaking inside your head

wc— 1,199 words

(Forgive me if this is not up to par, I haven’t written smut in a long time so I’m still finding my footing!! I hope you guys enjoy <33)

“Jill…” Her name slipped from your lips in a desperate whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment. Your fingers clung to her shoulders, seeking support in any way you could. She lifted your thighs higher, pressing them up towards your chest, her thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. Each touch sent shivers cascading through your body. You were completely bare, all except your underwear.

Her smile brushed against your inner thighs, her lips trailing slow kisses along the tender skin. Each kiss inched closer to your core, your hips rising instinctively, seeking more.

“You’re very eager today, Sunflower,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her nose brushed teasingly against the damp fabric of your panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

She flattened her tongue against you, licking slowly up the wet patch staining the fabric of your panties. Your fingers trailed down her biceps, nails grazing her hot skin. She moaned at the faint taste of you, the sound vibrating against you. Plump lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking at the fabric with a fervent hunger that made your hips buck in short, desperate jerks.

“Jill—!” you shrieked, eyes rolling back, a fog of pleasure clouding your mind as you panted heavily.

Her lips released your clit, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the now spit-soaked fabric. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper down at her through the haze of need.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Sunflower… It’s just,” she trailed kisses up your clothed mound, her teeth grazing the hem of your panties, “you make such cute sounds when I do.”

Her fingers bunched the laced hem, gripping your hips as she tugged the material down your legs. A gust of cool air hit your exposed cunt, sending another shiver through your already trembling body. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open window, the room dimly lit by the setting sun.

“Could you hold your legs up for me, Sweetheart?” she asked, her voice sweet, as if she was asking you for a more innocent favor.

You blinked at her, breathing heavily, before the request registered in your foggy mind. Nodding, you tucked your hands under your calves, holding your legs up to your chest once more.

“Thank you…” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tucked her face back between your thighs, now unhindered by any flimsy cotton.

Your body tensed at the closeness, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto you, studying every twitch, every shiver. Your hands shook as you held your legs, body aching for more. Her hands cupped over your ass, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs met, mere millimeters away from where you needed her most. She pulled at the skin, spreading you open wider, her gaze never leaving you.

“Gosh, Sunflower, you’re making such a mess!” she laughed sweetly, watching your face scrunch up in a bashful pout.

“Let me clean you up,” she reassured, her voice trailing off as her tongue traced up a trail of wetness.

Your mind fogged over, body relaxing as your head fell back against the pillows. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate journey, licking at your fluttering entrance with heavy flicks. She moaned, savoring your taste, her eyes closing in focused bliss as she drank you in. Panting moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and the repeated plea of her name. She couldn’t get enough, her hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. A mix of drool and slick dripped down her chin, your wetness foaming against her lips.

With each flick of her tongue, she brought you closer to the edge, the hot knot inside your tummy tightening. Words became babbles, thoughts melting into incoherent sentences. All you could think of was Jill, how she had woven herself into the most intimate parts of your being.

She smiled against you, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Open your eyes, Sunflower. Let me see your pretty eyes,” she pleaded against you, the words muffled but clear. You obeyed instantly, tearful eyes meeting hers.

You tried to focus, the knot inside you burning, aching to be cut loose. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes locked with yours as she sped up her licking. She was everywhere, her hands kneading your skin, her nose brushing against your clit as her tongue filled you.

“Jill—I’m gonna—” you pleaded, feeling the fire inside you start to consume you. All your senses were heightened, a dewy fog clouding over your eyes as your ears hummed. It felt as if your bedroom was breathing with you, the curtains brushing against the window pane with each inhale and flowing away with each exhale.

Jill’s lips wrapped around your clit once more, her eyes dripping with primal need. She sucked, the tip of her tongue flicking against the overly sensitive bundle.

Let go.

Her voice whispered within your consciousness, wrapping you in honeyed words.

Cum for me.

Your lips trembled, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself crash into pleasure. Your vision went black, ears ringing as waves of ecstasy raked over your body. You jerked, letting go of your legs and weaving them into her soft hair. You mumbled her name between gasps and pleas, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. She released your clit with a pop, her tongue finding its place against your gushing entrance, beckoning more release with each slow lick. She wrapped a heavy arm across your lower stomach, keeping your twitching hips pinned against the bed. A thumb pressed against your clit, swirling in tight circles.

Her tongue stroked lazily, licking up the last of your release before she slowly parted from you. Her breath puffed against you, strings of sticky cum connecting her lips to you before they broke off. She pressed wet, gentle kisses to your trembling thighs, bringing your mind back to the present.

Your nose scrunched at the stickiness coating your lower half, now far too aware of the mess coating your inner thighs.

“You did so good, Sunflower,” she praised, licking her lips and scooping a thumb across her chin to catch what was left. She reached up, trailing her wet thumb across your bottom lip, gently opening your slack mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, obediently sucking the essence of yourself off. She smiled warmly, her hips tucking against yours as she pulled her thumb from your mouth.

“I’m going to run us a bath, okay? Can you wait here for me?” Her voice was soft, reassuring as she cupped your hot cheek.

You nodded, blinking sleepily at her as she slipped off the bed. She flitted out of the bedroom, her energy high and unwavering, as if she hadn’t made you cum with just her mouth not even mere seconds ago.

The sound of the bath faucet turning on sent a calming shiver through your exhausted body. Your eyes fluttered closed, too worn out to stay awake. As you sank deeper into the throes of sleep, the last thing you felt was a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[lupucs]

I really like your Noelle design so I made so fanart. The dialogue is from an Deltarune Fan Animation; https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Co5usuj_UFQ

Have a nice day!

[miss-mossball]

Adoration

[darthe1-12]

Gangle's new design is so cool! I HAD to draw her when I saw her!

[spitinsideme]

ragatba kissed pomni too much her speexh bubble also bwcame a hearr and her worxs bwcame scribbles .. the life ofna gay giel with the mosr amaizng woman sure is tough

[snarkspawn]

KP ANNIVERSARY week 2: Favourite Supporting Characters [5/?]

Yok

[dollypopup]

"Colin should have grovelled more!" "Penelope folded too easily"

I think statements like this typically come from people who like Penelope. . .but don't really understand her. And don't really understand just why she cares for Colin, and just why him groveling would not in any way bring her peace.

Penelope and Colin are kindred spirits in their loneliness, in season 3 more than any others. Penelope had lost her friendship with Eloise, and Colin didn't really have a close friend circle to begin with. Except with Pen. Pen was the person he could put the mask down for, could open up to, (in particular with their 'dreams' discussion) and that's why he couldn't even entertain the idea of giving up talking to her in Season 2. She is a vital part of his life, and holds so much significance and importance to him.

I imagine that's what made their silence over his travels especially painful for him. They spent such a long time talking after Season 1, and he even informs her that her letters were so encouraging, that it helped him heal something inside of himself. That if she could see him in a gentle way. . .so could he. (And he repays this, because he is honest to god out here acting and looking at her like she hung the moon in the sky). But without her presence in his life, he spiraled. Didn't feel confident in being who he is, and thus put on his persona more firmly. We know this because he wrote in his journal that "I want to be less needy, less insecure, while still maintaining the core of my vulnerability that makes me who I am". That he misses his family, that he misses home.

And we know, from the books, that Home? Home is Penelope. Penelope is his North Star, is his guiding force, and who I argue he feels he needs. In his very first scene, he looks toward her house, tries to find her in the window. When he does not, he returns to his family. In the outdoor gathering, he looks for her and finds her, eager to talk. He states aloud that he misses her, and I imagine he wrote it, too. Not hearing back from her over the course of his travels was surely something that hurt him, but he doesn't hold any ill will toward her for it, only wants to reconnect again. In fact, the one and only time he brings up how he misses her and that she didn't respond, she makes very clear the reason why: she heard what he said and it hurt her. And he's ashamed of it.

Colin hears her call him cruel, and instead of ruffling his feathers about it, instead of getting upset, instead of having a chip on his shoulder as I feel so many men would about it. . .he understands why she does so.

Penelope is a woman who has been largely treated poorly in her society. She feels unheard, she feels undesired, and in her circumstances, and I can't help but ask myself. . .has anyone ever truly apologized to Penelope for hurting her, before? Her mother? Her sisters? Eloise, likely, but. . .anyone else? And the way Colin did? Because of all the characters in the show, Colin? Colin knows how to apologize. He has a lot of practice in it. And very importantly: Colin, a man of privilege in his society, apologizes. . .predominately to women. To Marina, to his mother, and multiple times to Penelope.

Ultimately, Penelope wants to be heard, Penelope wants to be understood, Penelope wants to feel desired.

And Colin checks every single one of those boxes. He informs he is not who he was before, and then he proves it to her. He hears that he hurt her, and he comments on it directly. An entire night apart, and he comes back to her 'Because I embarrass you' with 'I am most certainly not ashamed of you', replies to her 'I am a laughingstock' with 'you are clever, and warm, and I am proud to call you my good friend'. He hears her proclaim her own insecurities, and empathizes so deeply with her. He listens. He understands. He makes clear that he cares for her, and that she *is* desired. 'You lift my spirits' 'I seek you out at every social assembly'. That she helps him see the world in ways he loves, that he sees HER and how much she has cared for HIM, that she makes him feel appreciated, that he appreciates her, in turn.

And then? Then? He shows her. He tells her, and he shows her. His actions all throughout Season 3 reinforce this apology. He continues looking for her in every corner of every ballroom, he continues complimenting her, he laughs at her jokes and respects her boundaries, he is ever so gentle with her, he listens to her with an attentiveness that no one else has ever given her. To Lady Whistledown? Sure. But to Penelope? Who else in the entirety of that ton has listened to Penelope the way Colin has?

Absolutely no one.

Penelope Featherington ghosts Colin Bridgerton for months with no explanation, and Colin comes back wanting to reach out to her, and she finally tells him why.

And he apologizes. Because he listens. Really, truly listens. And really truly cares.

I need you to understand how rare that is, even nowadays, but especially back then. That Colin is the kind of man who can put his hurt to the side and realize he made a mistake, that he said something callous, and he adores her, and he can't lose her, and he has to see her and make it right.

Because that's why Penelope fell for Colin. Not because he's beautiful, not for his charm, not for his family. But for his heart. Because he shows her kindness in a world that so often disregards her. Because he seeks her out and tries to understand her, truly hears what she has to say and compliments her, says he's sorry and looks at things from her perspective.

Because he saw her when she was invisible.

Penelope Featherington, who grew up in a house that made cruel jabs at her, has Colin Bridgerton come to her and say he regrets what he said, and that he was wrong, and that he understands why she's mad at him. Penelope Featherington who has so rarely had much of anyone tell her that they're sorry for what they said about her, sits before Colin Bridgerton as he professes how much she means to him. That he cannot even spend a full day away from her knowing they're on bad terms with each other without making it right. That he sees how she is hurting and he has to in any way he can amend it. She is lonely, with no one really in her corner at the start of season 3, and she feels like she lost it all, and Colin comes to her and says 'no, I'm here and I appreciate you and you are special to me, please let me in and let me prove it'. Is it any wonder why after she shakes his hand, she stands in the sun, and she feels the warmth of it, she can smile? That she can breathe, again? That she can be truly content for the first time in the season?

Because Penelope Featherington does not want Colin to beg. She knows him. She knows the tender, full heart he hides behind the new cavalier persona. She knows the soft underbelly of Colin Bridgerton.

He never had to grovel. All he had to do was love her. Assuredly. Fervently. Loudly. Unapologetically.

And he does.