#sorry for the late reponse

[blog-de-segunda]

🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new years!🎄

Thsnk you for the trees! Right back at you!

[moonchildstyles]

ik all of your harrys are so into eye contact but I think older h is REALLY into it 🤭 when he's fingering pretty girl making her feel sooooo good bc he's right on her g spot he's still right up close to her face looking in her eyes 🤭 he likes to see how her face changes when he hits the right spot and when she's about to cum 🤭 when she closes her eyes bc it's too much he's all "ah ah, need to look at me or I'll stop, and we wouldn't want that would we? not when you're sooo close" and he says that all pouty 🤭 a little mocking and mean 🤭 she opens her eyes to look at him again and he's praising her telling her she's such a good girl for him and that he'll make her cum so hard if she keeps her eyes on him 🤭🤕

NOOOOOO NOT HIM GETTING CLOSE TO HER FACE AND THE SOFT MOCKING U ARE SO EVIL FOR THAT AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!

[anothereldritchsnake]

the writing judge having a lunch break, I know this is a late ass request, I was hella busy for almost of the year, I'm free now. this for @mr-orion sorry it's messy

[badsalmonella]

@hopecel Thank you Pablo for giving me this clip

[heartswap]

chameleon and chinchilla :]

chameleon: if you could change one aspect of yourself, what would it be?

this ones a difficult one...i think id want to change my self esteem to become more confident in myself and body

chinchilla: night owl or early bird? or both?

i think both! although, i only wake up early because of work and i do prefer staying up late (if i have the energy)

25 pet asks

[lacoffeeaddict]

Can u draw scyde pretty plese? 🙏

With your delicious scrunkly art style

Make them kiss or whatever gay stuff😔

(Brr)

YEAHHNHNbkskba OFC

Kinda rushed skhsknakbs SORRY FOR THE LATE REPONSE !!

[icypenguin]

★~ Wriothesley cuddle headcanon

HELLOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING FOR A LONG TIME 😞😞😞 jsjsjsjs anyway this is my first time writing for wrio soooo its prob ooc… enjoyyyy!

- i know he’s definitely the bigspoon! he would wrap his hand around your waist as you burry your head on his chest. you would also give him kisses on the cheek and nose while doing so!

- but in a tiring or bad day, you would be the bigspoon. cuddling up this big boy while caressing his head and whispering soft words in his ears. he would burry his head on your shoulder or chest and you would feel a wet patch starting to form. that’s when you notice what’s happening.

- he could be cold in public. but if he’s alone with you, he’s like a happy puppy that has just got a treat. he would be pretty clingy i guess?

- when he comes home and you’re waiting in the livingroom, he will pick you up and spin you around in joy. kissing your face all over and over again.

- he would be very snuggly when he really misses you.

- everytime he got a nightmare, his hold on you will be tighter. his worst fear is someone taking him away from you. he will admire your pretty face illuminated by the moonlight.

- do you guys think he purrs?

~ small drabble ~

it was late at night, today was a tiring day for wriothesley. you both were currently in bed with the covers shielding your body from the cold wind. you were caressing his hair while he burry his head on your chest. “there, there.. everything will be okay…” you whisper sweet words in his ear. hearing those words made his heart melt, he couldn’t hold his tears. you could feel a wet patch on your shirt starting to form. you rub his back assuring him that everything is fine. “it’s okay.. let it out…” he tried to quiet down his sobs, feeling weaker and weaker in your hold. after some minutes the crying came down and you made sure he’s okay. you lifted his face from your chest and wipe all the remaining tears on his cheek. “wanna talk about it?” you asked him while caressing his cheek. he shakes his head in reponse. you nod your head again and continue cuddling him. in the end, it was a very warm night with your lover by your side.

~~~

thankyou for reading i hope you liked this! i need some request cuz idk what to write.. but anyway advices and accepted thankyou!

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

the moment the friendly ink demon heard an familiar voice AND someone calling him by his name, he instantly turned, and perks up as he felt the hug of someone familiar, before his eyes widened and sparkled upon remembering who it was, grinning widely as his tail sways slightly, the golden streaks on his neck, the yellowish spines running down his neck and his tail, the more dark colored clothing to his attire, minus the red bowtie and brown shoes and belt, along with an yellowish bade like logo shaped like his face along with now pure black and white colored gloves instead of the original green, all in all, he looked like an complete black and white coloration of his standard outfit, with some changes here and there, though, it was still the same old him, his piecut eyes widening as he remembered Modern "Mod!" he says, instantly giving the smaller demon an hug of his own, an bunch of explaination and hearts coming out of him as his smile beamed, genuinely happy to see an old friend once again, as it felt like FOREVER since he even seen him! more than forever even! as with the question, the Friendly Ink Demon perked up, humming softly as he shrugs slightly almost laughing for a moment "ah! things have been going great! well... uh... as great as things can be anyways! but im managing! as for new adventures? hm....." he brings a hand to his chin, an bunch of question marks popping up as he thinks really hard, before shrugging "can't say i remember any! been mostly stuck in the lodge for most of everything going on, but, it's good to finally actually be out! and seeing you again too!" Prowler said, grinning happily, of course their friendship goes way back, during the early days, but, just like how he thought, he thought of the other as a brother as well, if Modern needed him to back him up, he'll always be by his side no matter what

Welcome To The Show: @ask-the-friendly-ink-demon liked for a starter

"Well I'll be, if it ain't Prowler!"

The demon gave a big toothed grin and gave the other toon a good ol demon hug before pulling away and placing his gloves hands on his own hips, thoroughly examining the toon before him. How long had it been?

weeks? months? years? Okay maybe not that long, but it sure felt like a millennia.

"It's good ta see ya ol pal! So tell me, how things been with ya? What new 'ventures ya been on? Anythin new?"

He didn't want to start hounding questions at him but he was just way too eager, it had been so long since the last time they spoke that he just couldn't contain himself.

Bendy, or rather Modern in this case, and Prowler's friendship actually went a good ways back. They had the type of friendship where you could basically consider them 'brothers' in a sense. Maybe not ink related, but enough where he would be willing to fight anyone who dare even leave a scratch on him. If Prowler needed him, Modern was there to back him up.

[sea-stone]

Hey again everyone! Just wanted to update you all and thank you for the lovely reception I got for part one of my weretiger story. It's been so sweet to see people enjoy it so much :3 I can't wait for finish editing part 2 to share with you all!

That being said, I want to share part one ofnmy second story in the series "A Durkmuir County Tale" featuring a more original monster hybrid and another human. This one is much longer and gets pretty horny but not graphic. Thank you again @monstersflashlight and @aftermidnightspecial for being my beta readers this time around, and a special thanks to @aftermidnightspecial for providing much needed editing and positive critique!

Please enjoy!

Swim Lessons with a Siren

Part One: A Fortunate Misunderstanding

(About 4100 words)

Content Advisory: Discussion of Trauma (Drowning), Discussion and Description of Panic Attack Reponse, Brief Discussion of Consentual Sex Work, Horny but no graphic depictions (heheh yet!)

Leon had been lazily swimming around the main pool when he heard the chimes from the front entrance door. He drifted to the side, and pondered as he heard heavy breathing and your footsteps. This was not normally how people entered his sessions, but perhaps you were anxious, having to fight a case of cold feet? He didn’t expect you trotting up, your hair stuffed in a tight, strained bun, carrying a large duffel bag with lime green swimming flippers strapped to the side. Embarrassment dusted your cheeks with color under your numerous freckles, as it had also reddened your visible upper chest. You stopped, leaning over and hands pressed on your knees, to catch your breath. With how deeply you gasped for air, Leon would have thought you ran several miles rather than from the front parking lot. 

Once you stood back up, you gave a small wave and you spoke. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” You wiped your hands on your dark colored jeans. “I got held up at work,” you explained, pausing briefly to consider your words before continuing. “I’ll go ahead and get ready real quick. If I still smell kinda-weird, it’s because I work with a lot of dogs.” You seemed pleased with your explanation, so you gave a quick nod before trotting over to the changing rooms. 

Leon hadn’t felt he needed such a formal explanation, but he wasn’t sure what to think about you in general. Perhaps you felt the need to explain nearly everything because of his look of utter bemusement on his face. Clearly, you were not here for the usual reasons. With an amused sigh, he swam to the shallows and stepped out the stairs. He tried to imagine what you would have looked like had you seen he was actually swimming naked and he chucked amused to himself. “Damnit, Melissa,” he said to himself. “What weird thing did you put me up to? And why was it with someone so damn cute?” He walked to the lounge chair with his belongings on them and pulled up his baggy, black swim trunks. 

When you emerged from the changing rooms, your hair was slicked back in a new, wet bun, and under your arm you carried a dark green towel and bright green swimming goggles. You wore a conservative, dark green one piece with a back zipper. Leon noted that you must have had a change of heart on the flippers as you chose to leave them behind. You approached the stair that led down towards the largest pool with growing apprehension and gave a worried glance before continuing further. Once at the landing, you froze in place. He saw how your chest fluttered like a terrified animal and he was compelled to walk to you. You stared wide-eyed at the pool; and as he drew closer, he noticed you trembled terribly. “Hey, are you alright?” he asked and gripped your shoulder. You didn’t flinch at his touch, not seemingly alarmed by his inhuman skin on yours. It actually snapped you back to reality, and you turned your wide-eyed gaze up to him. Your eyes then softened, recognizing and comforted by the genuine concern in Leon’s expression. A few moments later, you turned away to rapidly blink as if something had been in your eye. 

“I -uh, yeah,” you stuttered, but squeezed your eyes shut for a moment as you took a deliberately long, slow inhale. He kept his grip on you as you breathed out, and you reached up to his hand and gave his hand an affirming squeeze. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been here,” you admitted, a more calm and almost forlorn tinge to your voice. “It’s bringing up a lot of memories, and one particularly not pleasant one.” You returned his eye contact, and smiled softly. “I should have brought this up to Melissa when I talked to her.” 

You released your grasp of his hand, casting your attention to the pool not more than twenty feet from you. You didn’t object when he took your hand into a reassuring hold. He watched you with keen interest, his silence was a strange, welcomed reaction so you continued to talk. “I actually know how to swim, but I had a bad accident a little over a year ago. I fell from a cliff on Viper’s Bend and drowned in the rapids. The only reason I survived was because my two brothers found me not too far downstream from where I hit the water,” He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. You looked back up at him, sensing he was able to speak.

“You don’t need to force yourself,” he assured you, a sweet warmth in his voice that made you smile gently. “Even being an aquatic being myself, I never dare swim near those rapids. I can’t imagine how that felt, for a human.”

“I’m lucky to be alive, but,” you bit your lip pensively and your eyes lit up with determination. “I’m tired of being scared of something that used to bring me so much joy. I grew up swimming, and I continuously swam every week, no matter the season. My family called me their Little Mermaid. I have so many happy memories. I don’t want that one instance to control my happiness.” 

Leon tried his best not to convey how moved he was by those words, but when your smile deepened, he knew he hadn’t been successful. Your nose crinkled when you smiled, he noted, in such an endearing way. “Let’s take this slow and steady, then,” he said with an encouraging squeeze to your hand. 

You let him walk you around the largest pool, giving it a wide berth, and redirected your attention back to him when it strayed by giving your arm a small jerk. He took you to a separate large room with two shallower pools with a hot tub at either end of the room. He directed you to leave your towel and belongings by a lounge chair, and he waited for you to join him at the edge of the more shallow of the two larger pools. He took both of your hands now, holding them so he had his thumbs on the tops of your hands. “We will go only at your pace, and we can stop at any time,” he assured you. You gave him a nod and watched as he took one step in. Your breathing started to shallow, but you furrowed your brow as you coached yourself with intentional breaths. Gently, you brought your leg up and down, mindful of how it trembled till the sole of your feet touched the cool water. Your toes twitched as you fought back the urge to flinch that would have sent you stumbling back away from the water’s edge.

You peered into his eyes and admired them thoroughly. Despite their uncannily large size, their near perfect circular shape and almost frog-like pupils, you took in every speckle that made up the mosaic of those wonderful green and gold irises with awe. In his enveloping gaze, there shone through so much genuine compassion and patience that it made your chest ache with appreciation and your whole body flutter. No one - not any human or paranormal you’ve ever known - had brought you so much security in the midst of your fear that had drowned you over and over again. 

You didn’t even shy away when heat stirred inside you and dusted across your cheeks. Despite your intense observation, you hadn’t noticed that his expression held a growing admiration, and enamoredness when you refocused your gaze down at your feet. You finally let your foot slip past the pool water’s surface and pressed down until you felt the grip of the concrete against your skin. You couldn’t help a childish smile, though it faded quickly as you tried to refocus. You followed that success you felt and swiftly brought your other foot to join you, touching the textured cement steps. Your mind tried to betray you, reflecting on how the texture reminded you of the rough and unforgiving boulders you crashed into trying to keep your head above water that painful day. 

At such an image, a surge of panic threatened to cloud your vision, the beginning of it distorting the periphery. Leon witnessed the start of your spiral and squeezed your hands, bringing your focus back to him. When your focus finally returned to him, he gave you an affirming nod. Slowly, painfully, you took another step down. The water now softly swayed against his knees, the dark, muddy green of his skin almost looking black against the light blue pool lights. “I’m okay,” you told yourself aloud very softly and you repeated it a few times just to be sure. 

“You are okay,” Leon was beaming up at you. He reminded you each time he was there for you as he stroked the back of your hands with his thumbs. There was a unique texture to his thumb pads that gripped lightly at your skin like smooth ridges. They dragged slightly as they passed over your skin and this helped you stay grounded in the moment. You took the next hurdle quicker with the next step down with one foot after the other in a more fluid succession. With another nod of confidence, he stepped down a moment after onto the last step of the pool stairs. The water now passed his knee, pulling and soaking the bottom half of his shorts. 

“Just one more step.” Leon told you. You took a hard gulp and nodded again. Returning the nod, he continued. “You’ve got this. Nothing will harm you here. I’ve got you, and I believe in you.” Your cheeks warmed at his last sentence, and you cast your eyes to the side as your mouth upturned with a small, shy smile. His eyes widened as he realized his word’s effect and forced himself to clear his throat from embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered shyly. 

“It’s okay,” you replied with a similar timid tone and you both looked up to watch each other again. “It was really sweet. I appreciate it.” He nodded, his own cheeks now reflecting his nerves, but his hands were still steady as they held yours. “You ready?” Again, you nodded. You took one last deep breath and stepped down, bracing your legs as water lapped at your upper thigh. You let out a shaky exhale, bringing  your other leg down. Goosebumps crept up your legs, up your back, and down your shoulders to your hands. As your nerves traveled down your chest, your nipples swelled and pressed against the tight material of your suit. You let out a small gasp, alarmed by how much you enjoyed that feeling and bit your lip to stifle any further noise. You leaned back, your vision blurred signifcantly; Leon pulled you forward, guiding you to sit on the steps. 

Somehow, Leon appeared to not notice your confused arousal because the compassionate energy was still present in his gaze. “I guess that’s my limit for tonight,” you remarked, breathy from the growing lightheadedness, trying to hide the hint of disappointment in your tone. Your eyes drifted from his, and you started rapidly blinking again, overwhelming tears threatening to drip down. He lifted a hand and gripped your chin firmly and with a gentle tug, he brought your eyes back to his. 

“Hey, you should give yourself more credit, human.” he said sternly, but the endearing nature was evident. “You’ve shown me more strength and resilience than I’ve ever seen in any of your species.” The firm tone was strange, but in a sigh, he added with great tenderness, “You’re amazing.” 

Your breath hitched as your heart began hammering in your chest. Your face might have finally recovered from your last embarrassed blush, but the heat and color was back again in your cheeks. How much more excitement could you handle before your heart sprung out of your chest? 

After a few seconds, Leon’s whole face flushed as he realized again how intimate his words were. He broke off eye contact and anxiously cleared his throat. You snickered through your nose and he released your shoulders as he smiled with pensive excitement.

The moment was ruined because you were the first to notice the time and your body stiffened upon the realization. He glanced behind him at the large clock, seeing painfully clear that it was past 10pm. He turned back to you with a somber, knowing look. 

“Looks like I should get going. It’s already been an hour.” He continued to not respond and watched you as you tried to stand up. When you couldn’t rise without grasping at the railing, he swept you into his arms into a tight embrace and walked you both out of the pool. You gasped, your breath stolen right out of your lungs at the fact his skin was still oddly cool and damp to the touch and how strange the sensations of cool and heat clashed with your chests pressed so tightly together. Just as suddenly as he brought you close, he released you. His chilling touch only lingering where his fingers had wrapped around yours. He wouldn’t look up at you and for the first time, he kept his gaze from you. You saw how his own chest rose and fell at a quickened pace. You didn’t want to let go of him. The thought of it seemed almost painful. Yet, when he didn’t look at you, when he didn’t explain his actions, you slowly pulled your fingers from his grasp.

  You backed away, but when he didn’t move again, you turned and gathered your belongings. You sighed as you looked towards the front of the swim center. You pulled some money you had folded into your towel. You listened as he approached, his wet feet slapping the floor loudly, and you waited until he had stopped behind you before you spoke again. “Melissa said you preferred cash, but she didn’t specify how much you wanted,” you told him. “If what I have isn’t enough, I can leave the rest with her if you would like.” 

You observed the sounds of his struggling breathing, felt his eyes burrowing in the back of your skin just a few inches above you. You slowly turned to meet his gaze. You hadn’t expected how frantic they would look, how his pupils fluttered as they near-fully dilated, leaving only a thin rim of vibrant color in his otherwise black eyes. You felt your heart racing again, feeling his ragged breath on your face as you tried to understand what he couldn’t say. 

“Leon, what’s going on?” you asked gently. You knew he was panicking but you didn’t want to accept why. The possible ideas made your head spin, your heart ache and swirling in your gut the long forgotten emotion of yearning. You quietly called out his name, to try and bring him back to you. When he didn’t respond, you dared to lift your free hand and cup his cool cheek. His lips silently parted first with an anguished sigh. 

“I can’t take your money,” his hushed yet strained voice finally fell from his lips and his tongue anxiously flicked out of his mouth. Your eyes flicked down to glimpse at his dark, velvety tongue and absentmindedly bit your lip before looking back up at him. You wondered if your eyes shared a similar look, shared at least some of the bewildering wanton desire swelling inside you. “It doesn’t feel right. We didn’t, um,” he stammered, a groan coming from his throat as he tried to speak, “I didn’t perform my-uh-usual services. I don’t want to take your money.” Now he rapidly blinked, straining to find the right words. You waited patiently for him, your own thumb now strumming his damp cheek. “I didn’t do enough for you.” He ended with a sigh. 

“You’ve done so much for me,” you reminded him. “You helped me start to face my greatest fear. I can’t thank you enough for that.” 

“No!” he objected loudly enough for his voice to echo into the high ceiling and down again. You stepped back stunned yet captivated. He closed the short distance, muttering an apology under his breath and pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes tightly shut. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his arms tightly into your back. You tossed your towel and such aside and wrapped your arms around his neck. You closed your eyes too and pressed your forehead against his. You followed his tempo of his breath initially and then deepened your own to encourage you both to slow down. You both held each other with firm tenderness, leaning your bodies together to comfort in your shared uneased state. 

Perhaps a few minutes passed when you heard Leon lick his lips again and swallow hard as he gathered courage to speak. “I want to help you more.” Leon admitted and finally pulled his forehead away to look down on you. Your eyes fluttered open to see his calmer eyes, how they remained dark wells with ambiguity. “I want to help you help yourself and I don’t want to do it for money. I want to help because,” he let his eyelids droop slightly as grazed the side of his nose on the side of yours. “I want to see you happy. I want to see you swim again and I want to see the proud look on your face when you do it.” His words were barely above a whisper. You became aware of the pull to meet his lips. This need burned greatly, the thin skin screaming to embrace what they so craved. 

“Leon, I-” you gasped as his arms tightened even more around your waist, trying to get every bit of himself to embrace you as fully as possible. His chest heaved against you, his heart beat thundering against your rib cage. Even though he had always felt cold, heat was rapidly building at every point your bodies converged. 

“Do you want this?” he asked with wanton lust oozing from his words. A brief exponentially tense moment of consideration passed between you. You answered by clumsily embracing his lips with your own. His lips were slick in a thin film of slime that made your skin lightly throb and excited you more than you expected. Boldly, your tongue burrowed past his lips and swept it across his many serrated teeth. He responded with a deep groan from the base of his throat and you echoed with your own pitiful attempt to match his intensity. 

You two were locked in a growing frenzy as your hands began testing and teasing one another’s bodies. You whined into his maw with each squeeze as each touch unlocked a welcomed sensation and added fuel to the growing blaze between your legs. This passionate embrace threatened to swallow you whole and lose yourself in building pressure of pleasure. You hadn’t realized you had moved until he had pressed you against the wall. He pinned you there as he began grinding his pelvis, his growing hot bulge into your most tender point. You nearly screamed and he pulled away with a small pop. A mixture of slime and drool connected your mouths together.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gasping for air. You weren’t expecting the carnal hunger in his eyes and how much you wanted to relent to it but the bitter presence of fear in your mouth reminded you of your timidness. His gaze began to cool, to soften with gentle compassion as you strained through wheezing breath what you needed to say.

“I-I’m scared,” you admitted with your overwhelming feelings stinging your eyes. “I don’t-normally do this, especially not this fast. I don’t want to disappoint you.” His calm composure returned with his understanding smile. He released you slowly from his tight hold and gave you some room to breath, choosing instead to intertwine your fingers together. 

“You would never!” he purred, his eyes half lidded with a lazy warmth on his cheeks. “We will go slow and steady, I promise.” You gave an appreciative nod and gave him a light kiss on his lips. He returned it, not pressing further. 

Leon walked you back to the changing room, refusing to let go of your hand until you were at the door. You promised you wouldn’t take long, that you just had to rinse off and put your clothes back on. Your skin itched with excitement and you almost seemed to dance as you hurried your movements. Leon retrieved his own belongings where he left them by the front pool, humming a blissful tune and darted back to where he left you just outside the door. You appeared moments later and gratefully grimmiced when he began sniffing. “Oh, sorry. I’m still wearing my work clothes.” You lifted your arm high for a moment, crinkled your nose and pretended to gag. This effort earned you Leon’s amused chuckle and your cheeks hurt from how wide your smile grew. 

“You smell like a werewolf,” he remarked with an affirming nod. “I couldn’t smell it after you came out with your swimsuit, but now I am sure. But you aren’t a werewolf? Otherwise, Melissa wouldn’t have referred you to me. I have -” he laughed shyly for a moment before continuing, “-more consistent patience with humans than others claim they do.” 

“My brothers are the werewolves,” you admitted and clarified further when he gave you a perplexed look. “They are my half brothers technically, but I’ve spent my whole life with them. My mom met my Wolf father when I was a baby and the boys were born about 16 or so months later.” 

“That explains why you didn’t seem in any way alarmed by me.” 

“Why would I be? You’re incredibly cute!” You snickered and playfully winked, blushing as you did so. Leon didn’t stop himself from planting a kiss on your forehead and smiled again afterward. “I also told Melissa I wanted the best teacher, so she recommended you immediately.” 

“How did you get her number?” Leon asked, but before he could continue, your eyebrows knotted into confusion. “I mean, how else did you talk to Melissa?” 

“I saw her working here at the front desk,” I explained, giving a suspicious look. “I forced myself to go here last week to try and remember some happy memories. When she saw my distress after walking in, she called me over to the welcome desk. I briefly explained to her, like how I did to you, why I looked so upset and emphasized that I needed someone who had a lot of patience and experience to help me. Kind of like Exposure Therapy?” 

Leon was stupefied and when you asked him why, he silently guided you over to the billboard right next to the front desk. There were numerous fliers for local and county-wide swim teams and also independent flyers for private swim lessons. You had clearly seen some of these flyers around town. Leon pointed to a pale turquoise half sheet flier that, in large very ornamental cursive, very plainly said, “Wanna Sleep with the Fishes? Call to schedule a Swim Lesson with a Siren”, and at the bottom was a strip of paper one could rip off to take the number with them. “So, if you understand now, imagine my surprise when I see,” he paused as he turned to you, and broke out in a fiendish, toothy grin. You had reached a new level of self-consciousness, a new deep shade of red as you finally understood what he meant. You could hardly believe it but when you reached out and touched the printer paper, sure enough, it was there and you couldn’t bear to look up at Leon. 

You hadn’t noticed he had leaned in until you felt his lips tickle the edge of your ear, threatening to send you in a lustful spiral. “You know, you blush like a virgin,” he purred. You felt yourself let out an unintentional desperate whimper and you covered your mouth shamefully. You expected him to laugh again but he surprised you when he made what sounded like a teeth clattering chitter, quickly followed by a very deep, very horny sigh. “Oh, don’t you worry, my Darling,'' he said hotly in your ear before moving to press an icy, wet kiss to your temple. “Sooner than later, you will know why many humans paid so handsomely for my special lessons.” 

[candyheartedchy]

What really ticks me off about what happened in the server today was how fast they jumped in when I posted the link to your Ponyo AU art.

All I wanted to do was show off something cute that made me happy and support a friend, and someone tries to dump all that bs almost instantly?

It hurt and infuriated me all at once.

I wanted to stand up for you more and try to make them see sense, but at the same time I was scared I’d just cause more trouble and arguments in the server than need be by “feeding the troll”.

I’m really sorry you had to deal with that today.

I didn’t see their comment until like an hour later in the server because I was out most the morning and afternoon, but the way they reacted was just rude. Like I rarely post my stuff in the server because of my shyness, but I know you been lately and it makes me happy that you enjoy my stuff so much to want to share it. It means a lot.

And it’s okay, you did stand up for me and I will always treasure that, and don’t feel like you had to do more, I appreciate what you did by speaking up. So thank you. And I agree, hence why I responded only once to the person and try to correct them in that reponse, because even though I’m not in that the server a lot, I didn’t want to cause trouble or make it miserable for others to be in.

And it’s fine, being on the internet, most have to deal with a few bad experiences here and there, especially when it comes to putting yourself out there.

[goobygnarp]

hi gang

sorry for my vent spam. i have very bad spiral episode that get the better of me when a single negative thought enters my brain and it dominos into something worse to the point i have to ride it out.

i have no therapist or coping mechs to ground me unfortunately, i grew to no longer take words at face value unless they're negative and want action if they're positive.

have bad validation-seeking issues where if there is any sense of being disliked by someone, i want to be loved by them when i know that's wrong and sometimes it gets the better of me so i tend to isolate myself from said people or groups

home life isnt good all the time so its not like i can just get off and so other things to get my mind of it cause then my mind is on things irl that send me back to things online which then the cycle repeats,

and im giving off heavy signs of depressive episodes that are undiagnosed and unfortunately, i don't have the money for that sort of help cause my insurance or Medicaid cant cover it so unless I have money, i can't get mental help for my episodes of whatever is going on in my bumpy weird brain.

i tend to overthink everything and lately, i have just been wanting to leave so people dont leave me and i end up feeling more hurt each time.

my brain is not happy and it surely likes to drag me down with it over things i can easily just ignore but am unable to.

[it isnt just with the rise fandom, but its just been where its happening a lot to trigger these reponses]

[tf-ore]

"...."

"Alrighty"

*sounds of drilling mayham*

"I found a while cavesite of red energon and im curious how much it'll take me to see primus!"

"Wish me luck!"

[joyjoy-ahoy]

Did you recently make the demon design for Celeste, or had you made it some time ago? Did you make a demon version of Caramael to match? :o

Also, I love seeing your OCs & art! It makes me feel nice and comfy :> I'm always in awe of your cute and creative designs & style!

Omg I'm so sorry if this reponse is late, tumblr never notifies me T__T

Oh you'd be surprised to know that demon!Céleste was designed way before I even made a post about her! There's a bit of story behind her conception:

I think it was around 1-2 years ago? That me and my friend poppy (@poplyy_ on twitter!! :D) were toying around with AUs regarding our own characters and loved to mess with swap AUs in particular.

For context, both of us had angel characters completely unrelated to one another, but we still liked to imagine them in different scenarios and what their designs would be like in these alternative universes. Naturally, when it comes to having angel characters, you of course would want to imagine what they would look like as demons, right? I initially thought of demon!Céleste to be all black and fuzzy, like her friend Picco, but never had gone as far to have drawn it.

Poppy drew her own version of demon!Céleste for fun, and I immediately disregarded my initial design idea for hers, because I loved the concept of a red imp so much:

It was from there that I wanted to draw demon!Céleste as an adult, using adult Céleste's base design and basing it off of Poppy's doodle:

Which answers your question, that Caramael was indeed also given a demon design to match with Céleste haha! Immediately after drawing Céleste, I turned to her champion, as I thought demon knights would be really cool as a concept.

They both later got updates in their AU designs though, I had to give demon!Céleste hair because my friends kept making fun of the fact that she looked a little bald compared to her angel design where her wings made her look fluffy LMAO

Demon!Caramael was also made black+white as opposed to black+red so that he could contrast with demon!Céleste better :]

It was from that point where I just self indulged in my own characters and continued playing with these AUs, thinking about their potential and what different interpetations can be done with them :]

[svt-rosalie]

heloo..i just wanted to to ask you smthg..few weeks i thinkn you reblogged another seventeen oc and i thought i follwed that page..but i can't seem to find it anywhereee..i was sure you reblogged it..and i tried to find it byt i couldn't..pls tell me i wasn't hallucinating 😭😭 also thank you for writingg..rosie is so cutee

OMG SORRY FOR THE LATE REPONSE BABY!! usually the only kpop oc’s that i’ll repost are my own on this account so that’s most likely what your looking for unless you’re talking about my main account which is @anqelws

[dav-suburbiia]

it’s a playable game - or you can watch the play through on YouTube.

game download here: https://gamejolt.com/games/SirensArkDanganronpa/735814

channel here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38mrDTCCyMc

It's actually really silly when people suggest that it's even possible for ideas to be "overdone" in Fanganronpas, as if it's any creator's responsibility to look at every other project and make sure they didn't do anything the same. If you think like this, I highly recommend reminding yourself that these projects are all individual experiences and not part of a series.

[astral-express-family]

So sorry for the SUPER late reponses but!! I drew you a little something to cheer you up. Miss Robin here :>

Aaaaa ty Merlin she's so beautiful fjndnsjsj

I got home at like 1:30 am yesterday fjcncn