#squiggles remarks

[overlookeds-art-hole]

one of my friends told me to draw a sans undertale bong and i obliged when i really shouldn't have

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Thinking about playfighting with Rafayel

+ brief sexual content, play fighting, subby rafayel

Your sweet, dramatic friend of a man. Your fights with him normally stay in the verbal arena, where he excels at throwing playful jabs, sassy remarks, the quick teasing nickname, and occasional cocky comment. When he’s smart-mouthed one too many times, oh, that’s when you have to drag him into your arena. It never hurts to teach your Lemurian charge who’s the real boss from time to time.

It never goes far; you think he might be a little too delicate for your full strength. So, you stick to a quick tackle, some torturous tickles, and silly pokes, all in attempts to make his face go a lovely shade of red and hear him beg for mercy. You love when he’d whine your name and plead for forgiveness while the angry pout and glare after would always be the icing on a very much deserved cake.

Sometimes, when he’s in a cheerful mood, he fights back, determined to give you a taste of your own medicine.

It always ends up with you two on the ground in front of his couch. You pin him on his stomach to punish him for defying you, and he tries his best to regain dominance. Even with all his squiggling and wiggling like an octopus out of water, he won’t be able to get you off.

Forcing yourself to lie on top of him and pressing your chest into his back, you ignore his demands for you to let him up, not until he apologizes. Ah, but he never wants to give in right away, and you up your force a little as he tries to flip you over.

Then, there’s a tug.

It’s an accident.

You weren’t entirely paying attention to where your hand was until there’s already wavy purple strands tangled around your fingers and the loud moan that filled the room was already beginning to fade away. It leaves you frozen with Rafayel whose hair is clutched in your hands and whose ears and face are very, very deep red.

This is certainly a first.

“Did you just—” you ask.

“No,” he groans out, but his denial is short lived because you just can’t resist teasing him and seeing that blushing face of his, so obviously, you have to experiment by giving another light tug. It yields the same result: a whine held deep in his throat and the tensing of his legs under you.

“Stop,” he says. “You’re gonna—”

You cut him off with a grunt, already knowing where he was going.

“Turn you on?” You finish for him. “Don't tell me you have a hard on.”

The pout he gives is adorable, his face brightly decorated like a bucket of vermillion paint was dumped on him. He lifts his arm to his face, trying to hide the blush behind his hand, which you take that to mean as a ‘yes’.

“What else do you expect to happen when you do that?” he comments between heavy breathes, and the absolute embarrassment laced in his voice makes a tingle go down your spine as he sputters out lame excuse after excuse – it was reflex, random timing, the rubbing, to try not to get too full of yourself—like he was an inexperienced young man dealing with his first rush of hormones.

All you could hear was your own thoughts whirling faster and faster and the adorably flustered sounds of his voice straining as you repositioned on top of him.

“Round 2,” you whisper then blow against the back of his heated neck, causing him to shudder.

A lightly grumbled “shameless as always,” puffs from behind his trembling hand. But when have you ever led him to believe that you weren’t especially in situations like these?

You squeeze your hand between his stomach and the floor, slowly drawing it down and stopping at his belt. He doesn't fight it, doesn't move even, maybe is silently anticipating this even more than you. Still, you’re not “shameless” enough to not give him a choice in the matter.

“Last chance to tap out, fishie. Apologize,” you warn.

It takes him time to respond, but when he does you can’t resist smirking. He finally asks, “Do you really think I’d give in so easily? Do your worst.”

You nearly laugh. That’s what you thought.

[radio-fmm]

Law the muse

fluff drabble + gn reader

Masterlist

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Law was a workaholic, you knew this better than anyone. Since the dawn of time you had tried relentlessly to change his habits, worrying about his wellbeing and craving his presence and attention. Regardless, your good intentions had gotten you nowhere, so this is how now you find yourself tucked away at your special corner in Law’s office. A comfy sofa and a nightstand with a beautiful lamp and cozy pillows the doctor had put together for you to be alone together with him.

Suddenly, he has become very aware how you had been sketching away in your notebook for a while now, every now and then catching your gaze on his form and sometimes, when he disappeared from your field for vision, your pencil would stop and wait for him to position himself back on his desk. Curiosity gnaws at him as he sees you completely fixated on your work

“What are you doing?” his voice breaks your focus and makes your eyes jump and stare directly at his direction

“What do you mean?” Your attention diverts coming back to your task at hand, brows furrowed in complete concentration, an antic of yours the Captain always noted to be quite endearing

“You have been squiggling for quite a while now” his remark makes you hold the sketchbook closer to you, a strong pink blush sitting on your cheeks makes Law even more curious

Before you can even explain yourself, your dear sketchbook disappears from your lap in a swift move from Trafalgar’s hand, now appearing on his desk

“HEY!” In a hurry you scream and get up storming to his place saying something about privacy and betrayal, Law doesn’t register any of the things you’re saying as his eyes land on a beautiful drawing of him working at his desk

He is quite surprised by how well you had captured his essence and the noticeable knowledge of anatomy and lighting on the piece. Even though it was just pencil and paper, he couldn’t help but find it quite homely, your feeling of the scene bleeding through the work

He can’t help the sweet smile that forms on his lips, a strange warm feeling forming at the center of his being. He feels flattered and quite proud, his ego boosted by the way you perceive him and the cute little hearts you added at the side of the drawing

“Give it back you thief!” Was the last thing he heard before you snatched the sketchbook out of his grasp

“It’s amazing” Law stares at you with a softness you rarely got to see on him, one only reserved behind closed doors

Holding your sketchbook to your chest covering the drawing, you mumble a shy “Thanks”

“Didn’t know I was your muse” he teases after seeing your obvious fluster

Your face went from pink to red in an instant making Law laugh before he tries to take the sketchbook from your tight hold. You allowed him to set it on the desk again, defeated

“You’re really good, don’t know why you’re hiding this for me”

You look at your drawing and then finally meet his gaze “I just never had such a handsome model” you say trying to turn the dynamic around but failing, feeling even more fluster after a smirk plasters on his face

“Can I have it?”

“It’s not finished”

“It’s perfect just as it is” his words makes your heart flip, Law being the first person to ever acknowledge your talent, you nod sheepishly before his arms wrap around you, his head looking up at your flushed face

“Quite the talented artist I have here”

The next morning as you enter Laws office, coffee mug in hand, you can’t help but feel so loved after spotting your drawing framed on his desk

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

okay okay okay something i saw that i havent seen anyone else talk about is the sequence of shots when sneeg gets dragged back in and "reprogrammed" (for lack of a better word while still missing information).

Just about everyone ive seen talk about how intense and revealing that scene is focuses on the shot with sneeg in the foreground and the puzzler in the background, and the majority of takes ive seen say something along the lines of "he's in shock, he knows something is wrong, and all he can do is stare at sneeg getting put back" but here's the thing: thats not it!!

it wasn't something i noticed till it ended - not really - but they weren't staring, they weren't in shock. They were paused.

The Puzzler is mid-comment, the victims were all still begging and sobbing, and ranboo has his hand on the controls with the carousel spinning- and then Squiggles popped up with only the message "Please hold." and everything goes silent. And then sneeg starts screaming.

We see the carousel stop, we see ranboo with their hand on the controls, and we see the Puzzler frozen in place with his mouth still open mid-remark. Even the Rats dont move. All of that is pretty quickly skipped over and forgotten as the focus is on sneeg's recapture, reprogramming, and reinstallment.

Then the shot that pulls the most attention, sneeg in the foreground and the puzzler in the background with the focus alternating between them. we see the producer that placed sneeg leave the set, then another shadow cross the scene, then a few more beats to allow the other producers to leave the set... and then everything comes back all at once.

The carousel starts moving again, the victims all start sobbing and begging all at once, the Rats continue to hop around, the Puzzler finishes his exclamation and moves away from the cage, and ranboo finally shifts his weight.

I wont pretend to know what exactly all of this means. However, i believe it shows exactly how much control Showfall Media has over the production so long as their "characters" have not broken free.

[gabessquishytum]

Soul Marks AU

In this universe, a person's soulmate mark is a drawing "done" by your soulmate that shows up on your body when you turn 16.

Hob feels bad because he really cannot draw; he took classes to try to get better, but all his teachers agree -- his strength is not art. Whoever his soulmate is probably has the worst squiggles on their body; Hob hopes that at least the mark he gifts his soulmate with is identifiable as a drawing/as a soulmate mark.

Hob's soulmate mark when it comes in, is an elaborate tramp stamp. His soulmate is obviously a remarkable artist.

It's so cute!!! Hob trying hard to be good at art bc he doesn't want to disappoint his soulmate feels so real to me.

This also made me think of an au where Dream is basically like Banksy. He's an incredibly famous anonymous street artist, and his works are instantly recognisable. Imagine Hob’s utter shock when a totally unique piece of Dream’s art appears on his skin! It's unmistakable, even Hob can tell that it isn't just a copycat or a fan of the artist. It's the real thing.

And so he has to hunt down the most mysterious, secretive and well hidden man in the entire country. No big deal.

Meanwhile there's Dream, the most famous and talented artist of his generation, staring at his own soulmate mark... its a smiley face. Like a batista would draw on the side of a cup. The irony feels a tiny bit painful?

But imagine his surprise when he glances down at his takeaway cup one day and sees a carbon copy of that smiley face on his drink!!! His soulmate!!!

...he can't remember who made the drink, and by the time he rushes back to the cafe, its closed for the day. You gotta wonder if these idiots will ever find each other! I think they will.

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

An Odd Request

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 1K

Steve’s wife goes to the gym and makes an odd request when she arrives home. 

Warnings: sorta NSFW (mdni), use of Y/N, terms of endearment (baby).

Author’s note: This is just fluffy Steve and was written directly after I got home from the gym needing this man and a very specific kind of cuddling so…here it is! Short and sweet and very silly. Hope y’all enjoy! 

It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Harrington household. Steve was the only one home, having a few hours on his own as Y/N went to meet her personal trainer. She had been seeing a trainer for a while as she, quote on quote, wanted “to be able to carry all the groceries in a single trip all by myself.” A noble and worthy cause in Steve’s eyes and yet as long as he was around, she’d never have to lift a finger. He was more than content to show off his own strength for her enjoyment…and yet wished to support her in any and all of her goals so off to the gym she had gone. As such, he had the home to himself for a few hours, a chance to get some work done. 

He had spent most of the morning thus far drinking his coffee and sketching up new basketball drills and formations for the middle school team he coached. He finally understood exactly what Hopper had meant all those years ago about “coffee and contemplation” finding more and more that the man’s wisdom was never ending the older he got. We’ve gotta tighten up their current formations, he thought as the TV played some mindless sitcom in the background while he chewed on the end of his pencil. His mind looked over the squiggles on the paper in front of him trying to decide how to fix this. It had been weeks since they had won a game and morale was dropping fast. Jamie has to pass more but Donovan can’t really shoot…maybe if we move Paul to center and then swap Jordan and Cole we could-

The man wasn’t given another moment to think as he heard the front door open and close with a loud slam, the sound of feet padding their way down the entry hallway. 

“Hey, baby!” Steve called as he continued to focus on the squiggles, drawing a few more lines before erasing them with equally as much vigor, “How was the gym?” A loud groan was all he received in reply as his wife dropped her bag to the ground and kicked off her tennis shoes, not even bothering to put them in the basket where she knew they belonged. The same basket she insisted his shoes lived in but rules didn’t apply to her, at least not right now. I’ll tease her about it later. “That good huh?” He called with a low chuckle as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well your protein shake is in the fridge. Should be cold enough since I put it in when you left.” Oddly enough, the man received no response. He waited a moment before he called again, looking up from his work.

“Bab-” And just like that she was in front of him. He jumped and let out a quiet swear as he clutched a hand to his chest. He hadn’t seen her before she had left and found himself taking a sharp inhale as he looked her up and down. She looked so fucking gorgeous in those tight black leggings that fit her just right, a simple white workout top, hugging her every curve, and the expensive black workout jacket he had saved up to get her for Christmas that she never left for the gym without. Not to mention the way her hair looked post-workout and the glow of sweat that radiated off of her. He was about to open his mouth to make some lewd remark he hoped she’d find charming but-

“Hold my tits.” The man blinked once, then again, his mouth open and gaping like a fish. 

“W-what?” 

“I want your hands on my tits,” Y/N repeated, holding his gaze with complete and utter seriousness, “Please.” 

“Like…you want my…”

“Your hands. On my tits. Now.” When the man continued not to move his wife let out a deep sigh and took the pencil from his hand, laying it down next to his sketch as she replaced it with something much better. She led his large palm gently to her breast, letting out a sigh of relief as she encouraged him to give a little squeeze. Again, Steve didn’t even know what to do, never having seen her like this. Sure, she was usually a little more cuddly and blissed out after the gym as the endorphins ran through her body but this was…new. A good kind of new. 

“So I take it you had a good time at the gym?” The man teased breathlessly as he ushered her around the coffee table to sit beside him on the couch. The woman let out a hum in confirmation as she laid down so they were pressed together, her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her so his hands could live right where she needed them to. Another chuckle came from Steve as he buried his face into her hair finding-

“Did you put on perfume?” 

“After working out,” she whispered as her eyes closed shut in complete and utter satisfaction, being held just the way she needed to be right now, “Didn’t want to come home smelling only like sweat.”

“I don’t mind,” Steve used his nose to brush the hair from the side of her neck, making her giggle as he pressed mindless kisses there, “I smell like sweat all the time and you still love me.” 

“I do,” Y/N titled her head so he could press a kiss to her lips, one she returned eagerly before laying her head back down on the couch, “Fuck, I’m never doing the Stairmaster ever again.” 

“Y/N, baby, if this,” Steve gave her tits a little squeeze to punctuate his thought, “is what happens after you’re on the Stairmaster, by all means, keep doing it. Any excuse to cuddle with my pretty little wife and hold her boobies is more than fine by me.” 

“Don’t call them that,” Y/N scrunched her nose with a chuckle as she pressed her ass more into him to fit them closer together. 

“What?” The man teased giving another squeeze, “Boobies?” 

“STEVE!” The couple dissolved into a communal fit of giggles as they lay there together, all stress and strain completely forgotten as calm domesticity filled their hearts and home. 

[concretejunglefm]

Some Girl!Bad Omens thots inspired by @deathblacksmoke

Summary: Folio loves to help Jolly test out new toys at her sex toy stop.

Pairing: girl!Jolly x girl!Folio

CW: smut which includes edging, praising and dirty talk, penetration with the use of sex toys (love egg and strap), CFNF.

Name used: Good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup.

Smut under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“Thanks.” Jolly said, flashing a smile to the delivery driver as the package was settled down on the counter. She squiggled her signature on the delivery note, offering the clipboard back before turning her attention back onto the box once the driver had left.

“What do we have here then?” She spoke softly under her breath, excitement coursing through her, wriggling her fingers as she retrieved her trusted pocket knife from behind the counter, to slice open the tape on the box.

Opening it, she marveled at the various boxes of sex toys. Some were duplicates, some were singular and an offer to be tested out by any member of staff. Fortunately for her she had the perfect test subject on her small team.

Folio, while the youngest and certainly high in spirit and attitude, was always willing to test out the new products.

Gathering the box off the counter, she looked over to her only other sales associate on the floor. “I’m going to be out the back for a while to sort these. Are you okay with keeping an eye on things for me?”

After receiving the okay she wanted, Jolly eagerly slipped into the back, going past the storage room to a second one that only she had a key to.

Unlocking the door, she opened it and came face to face with Folio who was stripped naked, spread out and bound with a set of new leather cuffs from a bondage kit which had come in earlier this week.

“I knew ordering this kit would've worked out better than using those flimsy handcuffs all the time. You can't get yourself out of these as easily can you?” Jolly remarked, closing and locking the door after herself. Her voice held a hit of condescension, which caused Folio to whine around the gag in her mouth.

“I know baby, I know. I left you here longer than I promised. But I come bearing gifts.” Jolly eagerly held up the box, displaying the selection of boxed toys which caused Folio's eyes to light up with glee.

“Firstly we need to see how ready you are for these. Then I can clean them up and we can start testing them properly.” Jolly made no attempt to hide her smirk. Testing out the new toys which came into her shop on Folio had become a favorite pastime for them both.

It had started out innocent enough, a playful remark here, a taunt there, before it descended into Folio testing out the new bondage equipment too and begging for Jolly to test out the toys on her like this.

Crouching down before her, Jolly’s eyes studied every inch, drinking in the sight of her beloved girl spread out so perfectly for her own enjoyment.

“You're always so pretty like this.” She murmured and reached up for the gag, pulling it free from Folio’s mouth before her hand cradled the back of Folio’s head and pulled her forward enough to bring their mouths together in a slow, sensual kiss.

They may have been only meters apart, but Jolly had missed her during the short time they had been. It had never been just about sex, that was the fun part, she’d always found herself drawn to Folio; the cheeky gleam in her eye whenever she grinned, her dirty laugh which made Jolly want to join in too, and the way she lit up any room she entered.

Jolly was known for appearing almost standoffish and uptight, whether due to her more reserved nature when away from friends, or how serious she could be a majority of the time, but Folio had a way of bringing out even the playfulness in her.

“I got worried you were going to leave me like this all day.” Folio said, breathlessly when their kiss broke, gazing back at Jolly with full lustful eyes. She was like a lovesick puppy around Jolly, had been from the very beginning and all efforts she made ever since first walking into her shop to ask about the part time position, had been dedicated to wanting to make a smile break out across her beautiful face, the one which often appeared stone cold, but even the twinge of a smile was enough of a victory for Folio.

“Leave you, pretty girl? I would never.” Jolly purred, her fingers gently stroking down along Folio’s exposed chest and stomach, reaching between her spread thighs before stroking slowly over her slick folds.

She hadn't needed to feel to know how wet she was, she could see her cunt practically dripping the moment she entered the room, she could even smell the sex coming from her, but she couldn't resist and as her finger slipped through the loop on the love egg still snuggled tightly within her cunt, she gave a gentle tug.

“Oop.” She mocked in response to Folio’s moan, watching how her thighs shook with the sudden movement.

“Please Jol’s. I need…”

“What do you need, baby?” Jolly’s voice continued in a low purr, her free hand stroking slowly up along Folio’s tummy, the need to touch her heavy on her mind. It wasn’t just physical, or sexual, it was a need for connection in some way.

“You.” Folio stuttered out the words, whining as she attempted to squirm in place, her hips bucking against the toy while clenching around it, almost hesitant to let it slip free, despite how much she needed to feel more from her lover.

“Lucky for you then the perfect toy just came in.” Jolly proudly boasted, slipping the love egg completely free and holding it up to show Folio as it continued vibrating on its highest intensity. “Do you have any reviews for this one first?”

“It was… it’s…” There’s barely a coherent thought in Folio’s head, her senses spiked with her arousal and need for Jolly. Under any other circumstances she may have been able to slip out a quick witted one liner, but not even something as easy as that is crossing her mind at the moment.

“We’ll come back to it.” Jolly assured her before standing once more and crossing over to the box to retrieve the toy she had in mind.

After a few minutes of cleaning up both the love egg and the new toy, Jolly slipped a harness up her legs and pulled it into place over her hips, taking a moment to admire her new appendage.

It was a 6’ purple dildo, with a decent sized girth to it, which made her wonder if Folio would be able to take it, a thought which spiked a tingle of arousal between her thighs at the idea of watching her lover stretch around it.

With a glob of lube on the toy, she returned towards a waiting Folio, stroking slowly along the shaft of it as she revealed her first gift. “Do you like it?” Jolly purred, watching how Folio’s face lit up, her mouth eagerly opening as she offered out her tongue as a hint she wanted to feel it there.

“Not yet, pup. There’ll be plenty of time for that after.” The thought of having Folio taste herself from the toy once she was done thoroughly fucking and making her cum over it, always excited her.

Lowering to her knees between Folio’s splayed legs, Jolly slipped a hand beneath her ass, lifting her slightly as she guided the toy forward. “If I put the tip of it right here…” She edged herself closer, teasing the tip of the toy against her folds and watched how easy they parted, sliding it right down against her soaked entrance. “How does that feel?” 

All Folio could do in response was moan, which resulted in a smirk spreading across Jolly’s face as she watched the pleasure crossing Folio’s own. “Mm… does that sound mean it’s good?”

Folio whined in response, whimpering and softly begging under her breath. It was a sight Jolly often relished in, loving how far she could string her lover up before making her fall apart and repeating the process, basking in the beauty of it all.

“Good girl.” She purred. “Do you want me to put it in?” She watched as Folio nodded, barely able to get a word out and Jolly leaned in closer. “Can you say please?”

She didn't miss the way Folio came over all flustered, even in this state and she held herself still, the tip of the toy still pressed right to her dripping cunt while she waited.

“P-P-Pl-…please.” Folio managed through ragged breaths, her voice a soft plea which brought a grin to Jolly’s face.

“That’s it. Good girl, such a very good girl for me. Just relax for me, okay? I’m gonna slide it in…” Jolly guided her hips forward, watching how the toy slid into her with such ease, her eyes never leaving Folio’s cunt. “Nice and slow.” She murmured softly.

“Mm, there we go.” The moment their hips were pressed together, Jolly held herself there, her hands roaming up along Folio’s exposed body, caressing, scratching and groping her in all of the right places to gain a reaction.

She didn't dare to move, not yet, merely allowing her lover to embrace the feeling of the toy deep within her while she lay a fluttering of kisses along her collarbone, trailing them up towards her neck. “How does that feel? Can you tell me if it feels good?” She cooed against the soft skin beneath her lips, nipping lightly at it, wanting nothing more than to mark her up as her own.

“So… good.” She heard her breath out with a slight struggle, easily becoming overstimulated and the attempt Folio made to buck her hips against her told Jolly all she needed to know.

“Does my pretty baby need to cum already? I haven't even got to fuck her yet.” She purposely sounded disappointed, a mock pout forming as she pulled back just enough to look at Folio while she continued softly pleading and begging.

Jolly always took a twisted pleasure in overstimulating her like this.

“I’m going to go nice and slow, okay?”

That resulted in a whine from Folio, which gained her a warning glare. She always knew how to push, perhaps that's why Jolly took such pleasure in pulling her apart in such a slow and tortuous manner. “Nice and slow.” She repeats while dragging her hips back, thrusting slowly forward and moving her hands down to hold on at her hips.��

“Just like this, baby. Mm, you’re doing so good for me.” She softly praised, marveling over the sight of her as she slowly increased her thrusts, her eyes drifting down between them to watch where they connected, listening to the sounds of soft moans and whines which left Folio, her only thoughts in that moment surrounding the pleasure she was experiencing. 

“I’m going to start touching your clit now, okay?” Jolly listened to the way Folio’s sound became louder, her head attempting to nod in agreement while her fingers slid down between them, circling her clit slowly. “Just like this…” She whispered and moved in closer, her mouth ghosting kisses along Folio’s jawline before meeting her lips with a heated kiss.

Any sounds her lover attempted to make while her fingers pressed to her clit were quickly swallowed by her own mouth, enjoying the way she fought to maintain kissing her between the extra stimulation Jolly was providing. She knew there was no way Folio would last much longer and that was the beauty of it, being able to feel how her lover was falling apart at the seams at that very moment.

Breaking away, Jolly’s thrusts became quicker, driving deeply into Folio’s cunt with the purpose of pushing her over into her budding orgasm, her fingers toying faster on her clit.

“Look at me, baby. That's it. Good girl…you’re such a good girl for me.” Her praises came with a soft coo in her voice, admiring the sight of Folio as she came further undone beneath her. “You’re so fucking pretty like this. So fucking pretty when you’re taking my cock.”

Dropping her eyes back down between them she let out a moan of her own as she watched the toy continuously thrusting deeply into her, the wetness which was now dripping along it and from her cunt, feeling her own aching between her thighs.

“I need you to cum for me my greedy girl, can you do that? Can you cum around my cock?”

Folio nodded in response to Jolly’s request, her moans and whines growing more desperate and high pitched as her climax came inching closer, squeezing around the toy as she took it, completely blissful at the pleasure washing over her and as it hit, she began to shudder beneath Jolly, her thighs shaking, making her thankful they were being held up by the new set of cuffs she had been restrained with.

It was an overwhelming sensation which brought tears to her eyes, especially as Jolly didn't stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm, rubbing her sensitive clit right to the point she felt another wave wash over her, causing for her to squirt around the toy and over a clothed Jolly. 

“Please please please please” She pleaded with a loud squeal, begging for Jolly to stop or continue, she wasn't sure. All she knew was her body wouldn't stop trembling, even after she felt the toy slid from her aching cunt.

“That’s my girl.” Jolly softly purred, slipping her arms beneath Folio to hold her as she trembled, meeting any spot of skin that she could reach, leaving soft kisses as she worked her way up towards her mouth, planting one final tender kiss to her lips.

“Now, how highly would you rate that toy?” Jolly mused, admiring the satisfied and glazed over look in her lover's eyes. Even without words she knew that it would become a favorite addition to their collection. 

[olailamajnoon]

“You can’t prove it was me,” said Zatanna, referring to the Batmobile being covered by pink paint and glitter, with "Property of Buttman" written in sparkly squiggle glue on the doors.

Batman activated the video feed, showing Zatanna painting the Batmobile meticulously.

“Ah, secret cameras? No fair!” she complained.

Batman pointed at the very visible CCTV camera behind him while the rest of the Justice League snickered.

“Secret?” he remarked, deadpan. “So now you know what you’re going to be doing for the rest of the day.”

Zatanna looked horrified. “I can’t come with you on the mission?”

“Not unless you manage to make my car look like my car again.”

“But—but—what about—what if you need some enchantment? On the thing?”

“We’ll do just fine,” Superman interjected, with a very meaningful glance at Zatanna.

She buried her face in her hands. “Just great. I used the best quality paint. It won’t come off!”

Batman looked at her without speaking. 

Zatanna looked up and snapped her fingers. “Oh wait—! I can use magic!” 

“That…is occurring to you just now?” said Hal Jordan.

When the Justice League came back, the car was nowhere to be seen, and Zatanna was in tears.

“I used an invisibility spell,” she moaned. “On the paint. But now…”

“...the car’s invisible too,” Batman finished. Zatanna nodded, tearfully. 

“I don’t know what to do!” she cried. 

Batman glared at her. “You made a bad problem worse.”

“I knoooow.”

“Now I can’t find my car.”

“It’s somewhere…” Zatanna motioned with her hands in the wide space, making windmills with her arms. “...here,” she finished. “What was wrong with a pink car? If you’d just been chill with it—”

“You’re blaming me?” Batman was incredulous.

The rest of the team —Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, and Black Canary—were finding the whole situation hilarious. Batman scrubbed his face.

"An invisible Batmobile suits you. No one would see it coming,” said Diana.

"I'll just get a tracking spell," Batman said. "Or better yet, a magical Batmobile call feature. Oh wait—that doesn't exist." He rounded on Zatanna, holding up an inexorable finger. "Fix this."

"Yes sir," Zatanna said, chewing her lip. "I'll try a visibility spell."

"There's a visibility spell?" said Superman, intrigued. Zatanna nodded. "Yeah. It basically works on everything, which—oh no."

"What." Batman did not look like he was having a great day.

"It—I just remembered what invisibility means. I might have sent your car to the Spirit Dimension."

"What does that mean for it," he ground out.

"It means," said Zatanna slowly, with horror dawning on her face, "that currently there may be more than one ghost taking a joyride in the Batmobile."

Batman looked like he was having a migraine. "Why couldn't you have just. Left my car alone!"

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Weiss is giving a presentation at Beacon and hurriedly draws something on the blackboard.

Weiss: This is the beast. Nora: That's a muffing. Blake: I thought it was a cloud with a face. If you take that main squiggle for an eye.

Yang: Thought it was a snake in a bush. Ruby: I thought it was a flower. Ozpin: Yes, I agree, there's something florescent about it. Weiss: I hate you all! I have hated you since I enrolled here! Except you , Ruby. Ruby: uh… thanks. Weiss: I merely wanted to put you in a jail. And fill up the jail with acid once for everytime you made a frivolous remark or ate cookies during class. And then, at the end of the year , you'd say 'Weiss, I have learned to not do any of these things because I hated the acid you put on me. ' and I'd say 'That's why I did it, Ruby. I did it for you and for our team.'…I often think about this. Ruby: I ate cookies …discreetly …the once!

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[littlemisssquiggles]

Alright, the new episode of Gavv is out and… I am still confused on the identity of Bitter Gavv. Is he really a dark Shouma clone or something else?

Okay, the easiest and most plausible answer is that Bitter Gavv is a clone of Shouma, as a result of the Sugar Doctor’s experiments.

Throughout the episodes, we got signs that not only is Bitter Shouma a copy of Shouma but a rather unstable one since he made remarks about his body being too stiff and we literally got a moment where Bittter Gavv had dislocated his whole arm during his clash with Hanto and just popped it back in like his body was made of jelly or something.

That being said, the likelihood of Bitter Gavv being a clone is definitely there. But here’s where this squiggle meister gets confused.

If Bitter Shouma is a clone then why did Sweet Shouma suddenly became ill and fell unconscious?

Giving the timing of everything, it makes me wonder if Bitter Gavv came from Shouma?

Y’know like instead of Shouma birthing a Gochizo minion, he instead gave birth to Bitter Gavv?

Like Bitter Gavv is personification of Shouma’s negative emotions and is one bigger, super unstable Gochizo?

As we know, the Granutes of the Stomach Family are capable of birthing sentient life-sized servants capable of doing their bidding.

And as we saw during the episode, we saw Shouma eat one of the macaroons that Sachika offered him but didn’t pop out a Gochizo from it as evidenced by his current  Gochizos inspecting his Gavv for a new brother after eating the macaroon but it never appeared, much to their confusion.

What if…instead of birthing another Gochizo, Bitter Gavv came out of Shouma instead?

And we can have a thing where whenever Shouma is feeling too down, he runs the risk of birthing his Bitter self? So even if Bitter Gavv is defeated next episode, there is a risk of him returning again down the line if Shouma becomes too depressed.

That can be a possibility.

Then again, a much easier explanation for Shouma’s sudden illness is probably stress. Shouma probably became sick as a result of being too overwhelmed by all the stress he was under in the moment following the Hanto breakup scene, not to mention worrying about what Sachika would think of him if she found out the truth too and him wanting to tell her himself but being too scared to do so as a result of Hanto’s reaction.

I saw a screenshot from the next episode that shows Shouma’s grand-uncle coming to his rescue. My assumption is that the Gochizos probably bought Dente to help Shouma after his collapse.

We also know from a previous episode that the Sugar Doctor keeps tabs on Hanto’s movements.

Not to mention that this lying ass traitor was deadass looking at what is probably Shouma's DNA samples right infront of Hanto in this same episode.

So the Sugar Doctor releasing a Bitter Gavv clone into the wilds at the EXACT MOMENT that Hanto voiced his newfound willingness to listen to Sweet Shouma’s side of the truth cannot be a coincidence, no?

I dunno. At this point, this Bitter Gavv theory could go either way.

Either he can be revealed to be an evil Gavv clone created by the Sugar Doctor or birthed by a depressed Shouma himself and is one big, emotionally unstable Gochizo baby.

Either idea can work for me.

But I’ll only accept the Bitter Gavv being a Sugar Doctor creation if he leads to him FINALLY being outted as an enemy.

We saw in the preview for next episode that Lakia called him out as an “ally of Stomach Inc”.

However at this point in the plot, it wouldn’t surprise me if there’ll be a twist that Suga isn’t allied with Stomach Inc at all and similar to Hanto and his collaboration with Nyelv, the Granutes are all merely pawns unknowingly contributing to his own ambitions.

It’d be interesting if ultimately in the end, the biggest threat to both humans and Granutes isn’t Stomach Inc and their malicious Dark Treats but a human scientist.

That’ll be interesting to see the Suga Doctor be revealed as the final big bad of Gavv. But for now, it’s all just speculation.

- LMS (2025)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Your plushie gift headcannon was adorable, can I get the same thing for the entire team 404

(GFL) AR Team and Squad 404's S/O making a plushie of them

(AR Team) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

(Squad 404) UMP45, UMP9, G11, and HK416

I desperately wish for plushies of the T-Dolls IRL.

M4 smiles delightfully upon seeing the stuffed T-Doll, failing to contain her giggle.

(M4A1) "This is adorable, S/O!"

The green strands of cloth stood out among the darker colors, the face expressing a soft smile, much like her own.

(S/O) "Do you like it?"

(M4A1) "I love it, what's the occasion?"

(S/O) "Just...a charm I guess, for good luck. If I made you anything to take out in the field, it'd probably get damaged, so I figured I could make something in your dorm!"

(M4A1) "I'll make sure to take good care of it!"

M4 has the plushie in between a picture of her and S/O and one of the AR Team.

STAR chuckles when S/O hands her a plushie of herself, noting how comfortable it felt in her hands. Well, her sensors anyway.

There was something endearing about human handmade items rather than factory produced.

(ST AR-15) "Quite the striking resemblance."

STAR remarks in an amused tone as soon as she notices the plushie with a very annoyed look.

(S/O) "Had to stare at my reference quite a bit."

(ST AR-15) "Heh, so I've noticed. I'll make sure it doesn't get dusty."

STAR hides the plushie under her blanket, not wanting to get teased by the rest of the AR Team, specifically by M16A1 or SOPMOD.

SOPMOD squeals upon seeing her plushie, squeezing it tightly and then admiring the little details.

Her face was possibly the most expressive she had seen, the eyes were giant white circles, and the mouth was a smug squiggle.

(S/O) "Like it?"

(SOPMOD) "LOVE IT! It's soooo cute!"

She quickly takes S/O into a hug, one that threatened to be spine shattering with how hard she held them.

(SOPMOD) "I wish I could take it with me into battle, but it'll watch over me when I go to sleep!"

SOPMOD holds onto it when she sleeps with zero shame in whoever sees it, bragging about S/O's craftsmanship to any T-Doll or human personnel who asks about it.

M16's eye goes wide as she sees what S/O has given to her.

The plushie was lovingly recreated, the scar and eyepatch were there, so was her case, and a tiny bottle of jack daniel's in its hand.

Though the facial expression made her look drunk, which wasn't entirely inaccurate.

(M16A1) "Do I really look like that when I drink?"

(S/O) "Eh, not really. Figured I'd take some artistic liberties, so to speak."

(M16A1) "I think it made the end result better."

She laughs and kisses her S/O on the cheek.

(M16A1) "Little me is cute, thanks S/O!"

The plushie sits next to M16's pillow in the dorm, showing it off to M4A1 and excitedly talking about how awesome it was to her.

RO is immediately flustered when S/O presents a tinier version of herself.

(RO635) "W-What is this?"

(S/O) "It's a tinier you!"

She admires how much of her features transferred over to such a small stuffed toy, but she can't help but be a bit shy as well.

That meant that was a lot of time staring at her when she didn't realize and other T-Dolls certainly have.

She bashfully accepts the gift and making sure to smile. RO was genuinely happy to receive something so thoughtful, and it made her start thinking of how to pay S/O back immediately.

(RO635) "I'll treasure it always, S/O. J-Just, please don't mention this to the rest of the AR Team, okay?"

RO makes sure to hide where only she can see it and no one else can ever find it. She would not be able to live down M16 seeing her with something so..."cutesy", as M16 would say.

45 starts laughing the moment S/O presents a miniature version of herself.

A whole plushie of herself kind of defeats the point of being in a Black Ops Unit, seeing as she wasn't supposed to exist in any capacity.

But, she's willing to make an exception.

(UMP45) "Heh, even the plush looks smug."

(S/O) "I wonder where it got that from?"

(UMP45) "Couldn't say.~"

She makes sure to take care of the plush whenever she's back in her dorm, finding herself staring at it with a soft smile more than once.

UMP9 gasps in excitement the moment she lays her eyes on the plush, inspecting it with great enthusiasm as she made sure to stand close to S/O.

(UMP9) "Oh, you even got my hair right! And the smile is really cute too!"

(S/O) "I had to make sure to get the most important details, after all!"

She gives S/O a big hug as she continues to admire the plush.

(UMP9) "I love it! Now, how about I try to make a plushie of you? That way tiny me can have her lover too?"

(S/O) "You know how to make plush dolls?"

(UMP9) "Hm...Not really, but I'm sure I can do it if I tried hard enough!"

Upon making a quite scuffed version of S/O, she has it sit lovingly next to her own plush. Both of them always remain without a single speck of dust.

(G11) "Hm...S/O, why did you wake me u-?"

11's drowsy eyes suddenly become wide awake the moment she sees a miniature version of herself.

Slowly grabbing it and examining it, the details begin to make themselves known as she slowly wakes herself up.

(S/O) "I thought your body pillow could use a bit of company!"

(G11) "...I like it a lot."

Her voice was still very quiet, but the smile on her face was very noticeable.

(G11) "If that was it, I'll sleep with the plushie right now."

Whenever she sleeps (which was extremely often), she hugs onto the plushie, as well as her body pillow. Sometimes S/O too, if there was space.

416 says nothing as her expression quietly beams upon seeing the miniature version of herself.

Seeing how much detail was put into it, it made her quite happy. After all, a perfect T-Doll such as herself should look good in any capacity.

(S/O) "Do you like it?"

(HK416) "It is almost perfect, but there is one thing holding it back. Why is the plushie so angry looking?"

S/O just smiled at her teasingly.

(HK416) "Hey, just what exactly are you implying?"

Seeing S/O laugh at her reaction makes her pout.

(HK416) "Fine, keep your secrets then. I'll make sure your effort is not gone to waste."

The soft smile on her face as she stares at S/O's handiwork tells them what her true feelings were.

No Soul or T-Doll will ever see the plushie. If they do and bring it up to her, they'll regret it.

[aangarchy]

I binged heartstopper s2 through work yesterday and i have Things To Say but i'll just start with this: i hc that Nick has dyscalculia

Listen when he opened his maths exam and instead of equations or diagrams he saw a bunch of squiggles which messed with his head is such an accurate portrayal of what it's like to do math with dyscalculia. Not as in they actually become squiggles but more as in it feels like you're looking at a foreign language and no matter how hard you try you cannot make sense of it.

Personally i can do simple sums but anything more than that and it just stops making sense. At a certain point you don't even know what you're calculating anymore and you get extremely frustrated with yourself. And when you talk to others about it usually they'll be like "oh yeah i get it i hate math too" but the thing is, i actually enjoy math and it's really satisfying when it works. But for me the issue is that more often than not i end up confused before i can even solve it. I don't hate math i just genuinely can't do it.

Dyscalculia is such an unknown learning disorder. A friend of mine did her thesis on learning and behavioral disorders for youth in prisons, and she made the remark that no matter how hard she looked she could barely find any research papers to use in her thesis on dyscalculia. All of it was dyslexia, adhd and the like. Each time people ask i have to explain what dyscalculia is, and each time they go "oh you don't know your multiplication tables? That's kind of silly" and it truly grinds my gears. This impacts my daily life immensely. A cashier will hand me my change and i just have to trust they're correct because i cannot count that fast. When i ask someone for the time and they just show me their analog watch in response i want to bite their hand off, bonus points if that watch has roman numbers. There's several tasks that take me way longer than it should at work because i get lost in calculating the price for something simple,

Anyway, Nick has dyscalculia 2023 and i will not take no for an answer.

[abigailspinach]

“Mercymorn took her fat-tipped marker and Mercymorn took her fat-tipped marker and scribbled on the plex, placing her new object squarely in the epirhoic layer. “This is the Beast,” she said.

Augustine said, “That’s a muffin.”

“I see a cloud, but with a face,” said Ianthe. “If you take that main squiggle for an eye.”

You said, “I thought it was a flower,” and God said, “No, yes, I agree, there’s something–florescent about it.”

And Ortus said, “Thought it was a snake in a bush.”

“I hate you all,” said Mercymorn passionately. “I have hated you for millennia… except you, my lord.”

“Thanks,” said God.

“I merely want to put you in a jail,” said his Lyctor, now meditative, “and fill up the jail with acid once for every time you made a frivolous remark, or ate peanuts in a Cohort Admiralty meeting, or said, ‘What would I know, I’m only God.’ Then at the end of a thousand years, you would say, ‘Mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things, because I hated the acid you put on me.’ And I would say, ‘That is why I did it, Lord. I did it for you, and for your empire.’ I often think about this,” she finished.”

― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@soldiersam

(Previous) “Me too,” replied Sam as their pacing brought them back near the tailoring area. They walked up to the wall and began mindlessly scratching squiggles into it with a pin. “And I’m super duper honored to have provided the final sacrifice for Zyrothe.” She sighed and glowered at the wall in front of them, their etching becoming more forceful. “...Despite a setback.”

Once Sam had his back turned Theodore got up to carefully move his worktable just far enough over to give himself a clear escape route. Otherwise he knew he’d be boxed in sooner or later.

Theodore let out a huff when Sam said that they provided the final sacrifice. Then he remembered that they were responsible for dragging the maintenance worker there too and bit back a smart remark.

Besides, he was afraid of what would happen if he pissed them off again.

[zombified-queer]

The Concierge took his fat-tipped marker and scribbled on the plex, placing his new object squarely in the “Lobby” of the diagram.

“This is the guest,” he said.

The Manager said, “That’s a muffin.”

“I see a cloud, but with a face,” said the Lobby Boy, “if you take that main squiggle for an eye.”

You said, “I thought it was a flower.”

And the Hotel Herself said, “No, yes, I agree. There’s something...fluorescent about it.”

And the Owner said, “Thought it was a snake in a bush.”

“I hate you all!” said the Concierge passionately. “I have hated you for millenia! Except you, Madam.”

“Thanks,” said the Hotel.

“I merely want to put you in a jail,” said her Concierge, now meditative, “and fill up the jail with acid. Once for every time you made a frivolous remark, or at peanuts at a Hotel staff meeting, or said, 'What would I know, I'm only the universe.' Then, at the end of a thousand years, you would say, 'Cierge, I have learned not to do any of these things because I hated the acid you put on me.' And I would say, 'That is why I did it, Madam. I did it for you, and for your establishment.' I often think about this," he finished.

The Hotel Herself said, "I ate peanuts, discreetly, the once."

[usafphantom2]

How good were its reconnaissance capabilities?

I was not part of that analysis; however, we were allowed to see the results of our missions: the resolution of the photographic cameras and the radar imagery. I am not a photo interpreter, but I knew what I was seeing with remarkable clarity, especially given the technical difficulties of producing useful imagery while flying 15 miles altitude at 2,000 mph and while maneuvering. They were crystal-clear.

Usually radar imagery is rather like reading code: to a trained interpreter, certain squiggles and shadows portray specific events. With the new-at-the-time Advanced Synthetic Aperture Radar System (ASARS), which was developed for the SR-71, even I could interpret what was there.