#sorry eggs

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[coinofsilver]

( this is for reverse if you wanted to do angsty two-face things ) ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .

he has left a trail of rain water across wayne's kitchen . there's broken glass all over the sink , of course . harvey dent would have been welcomed to enter the mansion , but not him . this harvey smashes right through , doesn't even care about the shards stuck to his knuckles ( bruce would have helped him patch the wounds up , he wasn't the best at it but he'd always try to make the hurting stop ) .

the suit is soaked and heavy against dent's frame . he doesn't bother turning on the lights , the wide open fridge provides enough illumination for him to see the disappointment on his friend's face ㅤㅤ---ㅤㅤ is he a friend ? was he ever ? perhaps . he should flip on it , finally make his mind up on what his feelings towards the great bruce wayne really were . a whole box of eggs falls to the ground , ruining several of them . a carton of milk exploded against the marbled floor next ... harvey didn't stop his merciless rummaging until he finally found a bottle of beer . he chugged it down with worrying ease .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" i have killed two people . people who've been to my home , who sat at my tableㅤ ---ㅤ tonight they sat in their own piss while begging for their lives . " ㅤㅤharvey did not sound like himself . when he turned his head to look bruce in the eye , the fridge's light could only reach the half of dent's face which was riddled with a maze of scars .ㅤㅤ " i let one of them kiss the heel of my shoe right before i sprayed their brains all over the carpet . "

he fully turned his body to face wayne . something glistened in his hand . he was aiming the barrel of a gun at gotham's prince . it had plenty of bullets left . ㅤ" did you know they were dirty ? this whole time , did you ? god , bruce ㅤ--- ㅤ" ㅤfor a moment , his gravely voice falters . it sounds as if harvey might start sobbing . but after a few seconds of silence , the silhouette stands straight once more and harvey dent looks larger than ever .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" while driving here i pressed the gun to the side of my head . i felt the barrel sink through the scar tissue . it felt right having it there , tangled up between the flesh and the nerves ... but when i flipped the coin i found out it wasn't my time . "

italian shoes click against marble as he dares stepping closer to bruce . the grip on his weapon never falters .ㅤ " luck wanted me to be here tonight . " ㅤhis thumb unlocks the revolver . ㅤ" time to find out what it wants from you . "

[azuneekun]

MY EGG ???????????????????????????

[bklily]

Inside Out but its all the multiple variations of Adrichat

Bonus:

What a weird guy, huh!

Part Two Here!!

[hyunpic]

life is indeed so unfair.

[dblsoul]

legends arceus aftermath, pokespe edition

[werepires]

In all timelines, in all possibilities, gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day

Enjoy my art? Buy me a coffee! ☕️

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Oh yeah, the great outdoors! All we need is a can of beans, and we'll have a good time.

Phil: There's two empty seats, I can't remember what– who they're for though. [Snorts then leans off-screen and laughs]

Fit: [Slowly realizes what Phil said] ...No. No. No. No! No! NO! WE ARE NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW! WE ARE NOT DOING THIS, PHIL. Ok? We are not doing this.

Sneeg: Do you wanna talk about it...?

Phil: [Continues laughing]

Fit: No man, this- this man thinks trauma is funny. He thinks trauma is funny– He thinks interpersonal emotional trauma is funny! Yeah, we're all laughing, Phil. We're all laughing. Yeah– [Monotone voice] "Hahaha! So funny." So funny. So funny.

Sneeg: Alright, bro. Why don't you go–

Fit: Gaslight girlboss, right? Yeah, that's what we do, that's what we do.

Phil: Oh my god– [Exhales and laughs] That tickled me, that was a good one. Uh, right–

[bxnnie-bxwl]

he tried

[taffywabbit]

pseudoregalia is a really good game for lots of reasons but the most important one is that, similar to many of my other all-time favourite games, it is full of various funny lil guys.

video games with endearing and memorable enemy designs mean the world to me. i would die for that thingy with the tuba

[mdverse]

You've already won me over in spite of me Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

happy pride 🧡🤍💖

[galatoma]

🎩 dapper follow

You ever get so tired you start seeing spiders

💿 tallulah follow

Me after I take 17 benadryls and see the ghost of your dead father

🍎 pomme follow

the what

💿 tallulah follow

Oh this not a safe space suddenly?

[otiksimr]

[Hatches your eggs]

[monochrome-stars]

a gift for @eggr0ast !!!

this was meant to be a birthday gift but unfortunately im a bit late :-[ apologiess

but its finished now, and i present to you: The Bouny Comic

based off this textpost of mine:

[preg-canis-limus]

Naga king and his new human

You are the newest concubine in a Naga King's collection. In an agreement between his kingdom and yours, you were sent as a representative of your people to join the king's haram. You were at a sort of loss; you were but a small human in this swarm of nagas dressed in jewels and fine silks. They didn't have anything that fit you, so you had to make your own clothes from their silks and fix your own jewelry with whatever small pieces you could find. You felt out of place amidst their shiny scales. The great equalizer was, however, how you were expected to bear the king's children.

Again, you were a bit out of your element. Nagas were oviparous, and there was worry throughout the court if your body would be able to handle it. So until the day came, they decided it was best to get you comfortable with your expected duties with some "Exposure therapy."

You sat in on EVERYTHING, from lessons for the concubines to their cooking to cultural events to even bathing, which left you a little flustered. But not as much as the nightly duties; you sat in as the other naga tended to the king and learned a lot about naga anatomy in the process. Naga sex is so ROUGH. The first time you saw the king's two, not one but two, giant cock's emerge from his slit, you almost choked on your own spit. Long, thick, and TWO OF THEM, yeah, you now understood the apprehension, but you watched anyway. You watched as they kissed, long tongues slithering down throats, clawed hands grabbing at areas of exceptionally soft skin. It was a whole nother world compared to human sex. You watched as their tails curled around each other, and the king finally lined up one of this cock's with the concubine's slit; almost on command, the slit opened and gaped for the king, and he entered without a second thought. You sat there, watching their coiling bodies, and imagined yourself in the concubine's place, wondering if the king would do the same to you. You didn't have a naga tail, and you're almost certain your slit can't just open on command. Would he be rough with you like that? Would you like it? Would he coil around your body, bending your arms and legs so you couldn't move while he takes you without abandon? You hate to admit, or maybe you don't, that the thought of it riles you up and has you shuffling in your seat, hoping for some friction to relieve the minor but encroaching ache.

The birthing process was also a hurdle you had to overcome, so like with everything, you sat in on the other concubines laying their clutches. It was stressful in that room; surrounded by attendents, the room was hot and busting with energy. You watched as the concubines were tended to, almost pampered, as naga birth was less... active than human birth but even more lengthy with the large number of eggs they had to lay. You watched as each egg slowly slipped out of their holes, one by one, a wet plop accompanying their descent. You watched intently, the slight bump under skin as the eggs traveled down to their holes before falling out into the rest of the pile.

It didn't look pleasant, but it looked... stimulating. Your senses would be overwhelmed as your body pushes out egg after apple-sized egg. You watched, intrigued, facinated at how they could perform such a feat. You lay in bed at night, imagining how it felt. Did hormones numb the feeling, or could you feel every inch of each egg as they traveled through you? Did it feel good? The occasional wave of pleasure amidst a sea of discomfort. Each day, you watched, and each night, you lay staring at the ceiling as you fantasized about the shape and feel of every egg eventually passing through your body. After a while, you couldn't help but look forward to it. To the day you would finally be taken and made for sire a brood. While you're sure the experience may be glamorized in your sexually pent-up eyes, you can't help but fanaticize, obsess, or desire the experience. The passionate sex, the feeling of being filled with eggs, and the intimacy of laying them make your head spin in ways it never has before, and you don't know if you'll ever be the same.

Now, being all riled up at everything you've witnessed, the king was surprised at how eagerly you wiggled your soaked cunt against his cocks.

[avloki-pal]

Hello ISATblr, love to see you thriving

My friend introduced me to this game and I haven't been the same ever since, so of course I had to celebrate it's birthday

Have a doodle dump of all ISAT art I've made so far, including some Im not really satisfied with, and some ISATsonas, because it's my art and it's ISAT and we have fun here

HAPPY 1ST ISAT BIRTHDAY!!!!!

also my posts include a lot of rambling in my tags, so please do check those out, and click on the images for better quality and non cropped versions