#this was still amazin and it’s UP THERE

[yan-randomfandom]

Hii! Could I request a yan! Jinx with a darling who is on hunger strike? (Bacically, darling got kidnapped and so she decided to stop eating till she gets freed...is that even a word?)

Anyways, ty 4 reading my request and I would be really happy if you were to fuffil it <3

Make sure u drink enough water!

Yandere!Jinx x GN!Starving!Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words anon! 😺 i just realized how much energy i gave mc here omg 😭🙏

tw; starvation, kidnapped MC ermm

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Stubbornness is something both you and Jinx share. It's built into your very core. She knows this, and yet, here we are.

You're tied to a chair, looking away from her with a deep frown on your face—unwilling to eat.

"My sweetest," Jinx groans, dragging out her words. "Darling, baby, angel..." She places her hands on the back of your chair, her breath brushing the tip of your nose—"beloved."

...

You roll your eyes. "It stinks."

With an offended gasp, she recoils from you, her eye twitching. "I— You— Come on! At least I had dinner, but you? You haven't eaten anything for days!"

As if the Gods have a sense of humor, your stomach lets out a loud, drawn-out rumble. It goes on for a few moments... like her hideout wasn't quiet enough already. You have half the heart to glance at Jinx, who's watching you with an unimpressed expression.

Against your better judgment, and despite the deadly stomachache, you don't say anything.

Jinx pushes the bowl of food in front of you. "...Your, uh, stomach's hungry. Please. I just want you to eat—"

"I want you to let me go," you snap, glaring at her. You emphasize your point by rattling the chair with your frail limbs in frustration. "It doesn't help that you tied my arms and legs up. Honestly."

She returns your look, almost clueless. "It didn't have to be that way! You kept trying to escape!"

"I wonder why!!"

An annoyed groan. You can't even tell if it was from you, or her. Maybe both.

...

...

"...I told you I can't," she mutters softly. Not when she started a war.

You scoff and turn away. "Not that you can't. You won't."

Jinx does not reply.

Then, she chuckles. "Still amazin'. All this energy, even in starvation."

...

You press your lips together. Truth be told, you're barely holding it together. You're simply not giving up. Even if it's out of spite. Especially.

She starts walking. The sound of her booted footsteps grows fainter and fainter until, finally—the exit closes.

Jinx left you.

Nothing else accompanies you but the quiet humming and faint lights in her hideout.

Your body seizes the chance to collapse, eyes closing in one blink.

...

The next time you wake up, you grudgingly rub your eyes. A yawn escapes you.

You stretch your body. Your joints pop, relief spreading all across—

Wait.

You sit up from the softest surface you've ever been on in a while. It takes a moment to clear your vision, but once it does, you fall in disbelief.

Lifting your hand, you eye your wrists suspiciously. The patterns of the rope is still visible. But faint. It must have been a while since they were removed.

The chair you've been stuck in for days is gone. Your limbs are untied, finally fucking free from the numbness. A small fan offers a refreshing breeze next to you.

Your heart starts racing.

A whiff of your favorite scent. You perk up.

There's a glass of water filled with ice on the table. Beside it, an irresistible array of food. All your favorite types.

You don't even think twice.

either u try to escape or eat the food—your choice. do both tho cuz u might idk die

[mivalyn]

~How the guys from Task Force 141 would react if they found you in the middle of a depressive episode~

• The moment Soap sees something’s wrong—your quietness, the mess, the dim room—he’s instantly worried but stays calm. He’ll approach gently, kneeling beside you. “Hey, love… what’s goin’ on? Talk to me.”

• If your place is messy or you’re not taking care of yourself, he won’t care. “None of that, bonnie. You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for.” His focus is you, not the state of things.

• He’ll bring you something easy—a glass of water, a piece of toast—and coax you softly. “Just one sip, yeah? For me?” When you manage even the smallest effort, he’ll praise you endlessly. “There we go. That’s my strong one.”

• Soap’s all about physical affection—he’ll hold you close, stroke your hair, rub your back. If you cry, he’ll press soft kisses to your hairline. “Let it out, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

• He’ll make sure you know this doesn’t make you weak or a burden. “You’re havin’ a tough time, and that’s alright. You’re still the most amazin’ person I know.”

• Once you’re settled, he’ll lighten the mood with silly stories or show you memes on his phone. “Look at this—Ghost sent it. Didn’t know he had a sense of humor, eh?”

• Soap will stay as long as you need, quietly looking after you—cleaning, cooking, or just sitting close. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, love. You’re not alone in this.”

• He’ll check in every day, celebrate even the smallest steps forward, and remind you constantly how much you mean to him. “One day at a time, bonnie. We’ve got this together.”

• Ghost picks up on the subtle changes immediately—the quietness, the way your space feels heavier than usual, how withdrawn you’ve become. He doesn’t call attention to it, but his concern is instant.

• He doesn’t barge in or overwhelm you. Instead, he sits down nearby, giving you space while making his presence known. His voice is calm and steady when he speaks. “You don’t have to say anything, love. I’m here. That’s all that matters right now.”

• Ghost makes sure you’re looked after without making you feel pressured. He’ll grab water, a piece of toast, or something easy to eat and set it beside you. “Just a little. You don’t have to finish it, but try, yeah? For me.”

• If you let him, Ghost will gently pull you into his arms, wrapping you in his solid warmth. His gloved hand strokes your back or hair in slow, soothing motions as he whispers, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” If you cry, he holds you tighter, letting you let it all out without judgment.

• His words are soft but firm, cutting through the haze of doubt. “You’re not a burden. Not to me, not to anyone. I’ll remind you as many times as you need until you believe it.”

• Ghost is a man of action. He’ll quietly tidy up, fold blankets, or handle anything that feels overwhelming in your space. “This’ll help clear your head. Don’t worry about it—I’ve got it.”

• He knows this isn’t something that can be fixed overnight. He never rushes you or makes you feel like you’re failing. “One small step at a time, love. That’s all we need. No pressure.”

• Ghost stays with you as long as you need, sitting quietly if you want space or staying close if you need him near. He’s calm, grounding, and unwavering. “Whatever you’re fighting in your head, you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here, and I’m not leaving.”

• Even after the initial moment, Ghost checks in regularly, making sure you’re cared for. Whether it’s a quiet walk, a meal, or just sitting in silence together, he’s there. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

• Price would immediately notice something’s off—the lack of energy, the silence, the heaviness in the air. But he wouldn’t rush to confront it. Instead, he’d quietly approach, his tone steady and calm, “You alright, love? Talk to me when you’re ready.”

• He’d let you have space but stay close enough to let you know he’s there. He’s not one for forced affection, but he’d sit beside you, his presence solid and comforting. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, love. Just here when you’re ready.”

• Price would take charge of the basics. If you haven’t eaten or drunk anything, he’d bring you something simple—a warm drink, a snack—and place it within reach, but never force you. “When you’re ready, just a sip. You need to stay strong, even if it’s hard.”

• If you allow it, Price would pull you into his arms, wrapping you securely. His hand would gently rub your back or your arm, providing steady comfort. “I’ve got you. No need to hold it in. Let me take some of the weight off your shoulders.”

• Price doesn’t sugarcoat things, but he has a way of speaking that’s firm yet kind. “This isn’t easy, I know. But you’re strong. You’ve been through worse, and you’ll get through this. I’m with you every step of the way.”

• Price knows not to push too hard, so if you’re ready for a change of pace, he’d try to distract you with light conversation or simple activities, like reading together or watching a movie. “I’m here to listen or just be quiet. Whatever you need.”

• He wouldn’t expect you to snap out of it. Instead, he’d offer his constant support, checking in with you regularly, offering patience when you need it, and never making you feel like you’re a burden. “It’s okay to not be okay. We’ll take this slow, no pressure.”

• Above all, Price’s loyalty would shine through. No matter how tough things get, he’s there, showing you that you don’t have to go through it alone. “You don’t have to fight this on your own, love. We’ll face it together, like we always do.”

• Gaz immediately picks up on your change in mood. He’s quick to approach, but never rushes you. “Hey, you okay? Talk to me, yeah?” His voice is gentle but filled with worry.

• He’ll give you space but stay close, offering his presence without overwhelming you. “I’m right here whenever you need me, no pressure.”

• If you’re not eating or drinking, Gaz will bring you something light, like tea or a snack, and place it in front of you. “You don’t have to eat it all, just a bit. I’ll be here.”

• Gaz will offer comforting touches, a hand on your back, or a light hug if you allow it. “You’re safe with me, yeah? I’ve got you.”

• He’s not one for overly serious words, but he’ll keep reminding you that you’re not alone. “You’re amazing, you know that? We’ll get through this. You’ve got this.”

• Gaz knows how to lighten the mood without pushing too hard. He’ll tell you funny stories, try to make you smile, or distract you with a game or something light-hearted. “How about a movie? No pressure, just some chill time.”

• Gaz doesn’t leave your side. He’s always checking in, quietly making sure you feel cared for. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m not going anywhere.”

[thesingingrevolution]

dgs/tgaa 1-2 spoilers

ok i just finished dgs 1-2, im cryinf so hard bro this might be the saddest case but also the funniest case because i was passing out laughing at everything herlock sholmes said and did and also going crazy over this logic and reasoning spectacular because he is so cool and sexc to me even if he is a big loser and also the russian accents being written were taking me out like no right to be so funny. i was laughing like a 12 year old over the “kriminal” sorry. anyway it was so nice i probably the best 2nd case in any of the ace attorney games i tend to not love the 2nd cases that much if anything i usually prefer 3rd cases lol but this was excellent AND incredibly sad like what do you mean my best friend and partner passed as he was about to consult me on something important…. Because he trusted me and valued my opinion,,, and he brought me on this journey even if it was a hassle and a HUGE RISK just because of how much he cared about me.. he brought me On this important mission the most important thing to him. what if i cried forever….. kazuma i will make you proud

[youredreamingofroo]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

honestly probably could've made an 800 page essay on people who inspire me on simblr, but these are my BIGGEST biggest inspirations :P

@minimooberry : Honestly, she's the reason why I even pursued rendering in blender and her stuff is probably the only reason why I even joined Simblr to begin with 🥹

@stellarfalls : Bree, the LEGEND, has inspired me in a lot of ways but the biggest one was her GIFS... I remember seeing her post of Rohan and Hana's first meeting and that sparked a light in my chest... I wanted oh so badly to make Gifs as good as her... I'm getting there but we all have different styles so it'll never be exact and I know my gifs will be good in their own way 🫶

@birdietrait : Their overall sim style just... idk its so good and loved it when I first saw their posts 🥹

@groovetrys : Her general editing style was a HUGE inspiration for me, I can't quite explain or pinpoint it but I LOVE her editing its sooo aesthetically pleasing

@slightly-ludic : This is a bit of a smaller detail, but I just LOVE how Jade edits her globetrotter screenshots, I love the sort of narrator perspective in the text and I've started to try and do something similar in Make the Most of It :)

@mattodore : So i've always loved being passionate about my characters (hence why Roo still exists 5 years later), but seeing River's blog and how IN DEPTH they go for Theo and Matthias (and their other OCs ofc) and how much passion they have for their characters inspired me to get more into the blood and guts of my characters, I don't think I'll ever get there exactly cuz I feel like u could ask River what Theo was doing on February 9th 2018 and they'd have an answer and I would not LMFAOO

@rebouks : I am just overall VERY inspired by Becca, but she's one of the people who got me inspired to start making more poses (albeit I was already into making my own poses, she definitely bumped that inspo) and I'm very inspired by her storytelling, its SO good and feels soooooo human

@buttertrait @miralure @acuar-io : squishing these three together because all their vibes just make me so happy and inspired or at least allowed me to feel like I can be myself in this community (mainly cuz their vibes are similar to the vibes of people I like and am friends with irl)

@torissims : her whole aesthetic is just something that I ASPIRE to have... like the vibes of her yesterday save posts are just MWAH chefs kiss man

@missatan : (nat getting all my love today damn LMAO) I don't think my renders will ever be as 8K ultra HD 5 billion pixel quality as hers, but the symbolism behind them and just how good they look have inspired me to at least WANT to do/get better at rendering

some of these might not really be classified as "inspirations" but I still felt like sharing my adoration for these people - There's SO many more people I could've @'d but felt these were my very VERY best inspirations.

I should mention that all my mutuals inspire me one way or another, the community as a whole has inspired me to be kinder and inspired me to just spout my adoration for peoples' work

[keepscrollinghun]

[badjokesbyjeff]

Two idiots decided that they weren't going anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead. The first goes in to see the counselor, who tells him to take Math, History, and Logic. 

"What's Logic?" the first idiot asks.

The professor answers by saying, "Let me give you an example."

"Do you own a weedeater?"

"I sure do."

"Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard," replied the professor.

"That's real good!"

The professor continues, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also own a house."

Impressed, "Amazin!"

"And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife."

"That's Betty Mae! This is incredible!" The idoit is obviously catching on.

"Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual," said the professor.

"You're absolutely right! Why that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever heard! I can't wait to take that logic class!!"

The idiot, proud of the new world opening up to him, walks back into the hallway, where his friend is still waiting.

"So what classes are ya takin'?" asks the friend.

"Math, History, and Logic!" he replies.

"What in tarnation is logic???" asked his friend.

"Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weedeater?" he asked.

"No," his friend replied.

"Gay."

[lxvvie]

You knocked the wind out of Simon the first time you said it.

And yeah, he knows he is, but it still felt bloody fuckin' amazin' hearing it from you.

"You're so handsome, Si-bear..."

A beat. Fuck, he was more quick-witted than this. Normally, but he felt it all, though. Felt his breath hitch, his throat tighten, his heart fucking soar. Felt it all, Simon did, and it was more intense than any damn battlefield he'd ever been on.

"'Course I am, luv." Real bloody smooth, Riley, trying to save face like that, but you'd already seen the telltale signs of his face heating up and your grin got wider.

Bloody hell, you'd be the death of him.

You never shied away from Simon. Every scar, burn, and dent told a story, each one more poignant than the last, drawn upon angular features, dark eyes, and a frame too powerful to describe, and you reckon Simon's a masterpiece.

So when you say it time and time again, each scar, burn, and dent newer than the last, Simon embraces it—never in halves—but the impact hasn't lessened, and still you take his breath away.

You call him handsome—always—and he feels like the most beautiful fuckin' thing on the planet.

[eebie]

PURE UNADULTERATED FUN ! #AWESOME #BRAVE #COOTIESAWARENESS

Roblox with the no. 1 GIGGLEBUB @eebie #Sundyay #Judybooty

[yandere-kokeshi]

Warnings: Yandere, Hybrid AU, male reader, anal sex, creampie.

This is not edited, I also got this idea from @konigsblog! Love her, sm /a <3

I can’t stop thinking about Dragon! Price using his strong tail during sex. Doesn’t matter where or how. His tail has to be involved in some way.

Of course, he uses it during cuddling. Different ways to bring you closer. Or how he grabs objects near you two, especially if it's portays your very cock.

He mostly uses it on your cock and balls, or his very own, or your tight hole.

It’s messy. But it’s how he likes it, no?

As of now, John is jumping on your cock, hands on your shoulders as he bounces up and down, his sharp teeth nipping and biting deep into your neck.

John lickes the wounds, sucking the swollen skin even more as you groan out; pain and pleasure were an odd thing to mix. Yet, he feels so good, so well fitted for your large cock.

Lost in the vast of pleasure, you never seem to notice his sly tail until it’s too late; curving around your muscled cheeks.

You gasp. Moaning at the continuous abuse of your beloved dragon and the fact of not expecting the cold scales against your naked globe or the warmth coming from John’s breath.

"What—" you begin, "Why– fuck...— the tail?"

John chuckles, slowing down his pace as his slitted, reptilian eyes look at yours. "It has its own mind, yeah?"

You made a small sound, a mix of a groan and eep before feeling the thick appendage begin to circle around your puckered hole.

It really did have a mind of its own, didn’t it?

John couldn’t help but smile, beginning to pick up his own speed while he’s perched up on top of you — hands still hooked upon and around your shoulders for balance as he leaned forward.

Dragging his erect cock against your tummy, he spreads his cum. His smell,

You’re such a good mate taking him so well, yet he decides to add something to the mix. Letting him add his other body – his tail – inside you. Curling your toes all handsomely as you adjust to its length.

You grit your teeth, heaving as a light layer of sweat litters both of your bodies.

"Lemme enter, hm?" John hums nicely, and you can’t refuse him. So you do, so oh gently.

He suppresses a sound – feeling even more heated. You, on the other hand, have your eyes tightly closed and moan so loud you’re sure the next door neighbors could hear the lewd activities.

You’re nearly crying, feeling the tail enter you to its full extremity where it wouldn’t kill you.

Price chuckles, nudging his face into your neck, feeding your sensitive neck with his scratchy beard as he resumes fucking you.

"Fuck– so pretty with my tail in yah," John hums, grabbing your cheeks before kissing you deeply; his tongue fighting dominance over yours.

Your eyes look at his — misty eyes. You seem to loose touch. Maybe with reality.

Everything clenches with friction. Your tight hole accepting the full him, sliding into you with the thinnest to the thickest part of his tail. Or how his own hole is so wet, taking your large cock with grace as he fumbles over his words.

"Fu–ucckk—" John breathes out, his right wing expanding, gripping your shoulder so unbelievably hard that you’re sure it'd leave bruises.

His hands drop down from your shoulders, beginning to glide over and down across your back, nails scratching at your redden skin.

"Oh– fuck, I love you."

With a single thrust upwards and John going downwards, you cry out loud as his rich cum releases all over your chest, staining your body as you also let yourself go.

Pumping pulse after pulse of thick cum deep inside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his own seed going at it.

"Fuck– ya' so amazin'".

And you don’t know if its the cock drunk, dragon behavior, or you pumping him full up his guts — but your cock pulses, eagrily telling you both that between his tight hole, and your own of his thick tail, you’re begging for a new round with this new added fun.

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Simon From The Wiggles

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader

Word Count: 632

Warnings: dad!simon, mom!reader, simon's first born son being named tommy after his brother, fluff

Summary: Coming home after a mission to his favourite people in the world, Simon experiences one of the best moments of his life.

(this is the guy being spoken about)

Simon had been off on a mission for a month or so, practically crawling to get back to you and your son, Tommy. The little bugger had just surpassed 10 months and he had began babbling. He was the most adorable thing and you both loved him to death. He was the light in the dark for Simon, much like you were the sun to his rain. 

When he finally did step back into your home, he immediately heard giggles coming from the living room. Tommy’s sweet little giggles. His babbling too, echoing throughout your house. He stripped off his gear, leaving everything by the door, including his mask. Simon stepped into the living room in just his compression shirt and tactical pants, smiling at the sight of you sitting on the ground, holding Tommy on your lap. 

The little boy’s eyes light up at the sight of his father, kicking his legs to get to him. Poor guy still doesn’t understand how walking works. Simon smiles, bending down to take the boy into his arms, tossing him up into the air and catching him again like a ball, just how he likes. 

You stand up, pressing a kiss to Simon’s cheek, smiling. “Hi honey, welcome home.”

He grins, “Hi lovie. You both have fun withou’ me?”

“Lots,” you nod at Tommy, nudging him with your nose. “Ain’t that right, bubba?”

The little boy giggles and fills the house with his little babbles. The sight makes Simon’s heart flutter. 

“Why don’t you two sit down, huh? I’m gonna go get started on dinner,” you kiss Tommy’s temple and Simon’s cheek. 

You head into the kitchen, preparing dinner. 

Simon sits down with Tommy, placing the little boy on his lap as he turns the tv volume back up. 

There’s these 3 guys, in different coloured shirts–blue, purple, and red–singing, with a girl in a yellow dress, bow in her hair. They look Simon’s age. He chuckles. Tommy’s face lights up, squealing.

“Mi-mom!” The boy babbles. 

Simon blinks. He does a double take. “What you sayin’, bubby?”

The boy giggles, still staring at the screen. He claps his hands, “Mi-mon!” 

It’s more audible this time too. But Simon still hears what he heard before.

“Lovie! He said i’! He said his firs’ word! My name! Lovie!” he shouts. 

You poke your head back into the living room. “Really?”

“Yeah! Say it agai’, bubby! Come on!” Simon’s voice is filled with excitement.

“Mi-mon! Mi-mon! Mi-mon!” Tommy claps and giggles at the top of his lungs. 

“Damn it, bubby. You ruined the surprise,” you shake your head. 

Simon furrows his brows in confusion. Why aren’t you excited like he is? Your first child just said his first word!

“Whadya mean, lovie? ‘his is amazin’!” Simon tosses his baby boy into the air. “My name!” 

“He wasn’t referring to you, Si,” you bite your lip to hold back a giggle. “One of his favourite characters in that show is called Simon…he said his name 2 days ago…I was going to surprise you.”

“What? What show?” Simon remains confused. 

“Simon…from…the wiggles…”

“‘M sorry, lovie, what the fuck did you jus’ say?” 

“The red guy on the tv, that’s him…” 

“The old guy? Tommy loves ‘im?” 

“Mhm.” 

The little boy in question is kicking to get back to the tv. 

“I’m sorry, honey…I know you were super excited and you should still be! His first word was Simon! We can tell people it was for you!” 

“Lil bugger,” Simon nudges his son. “Say it again.”

The boy giggles, not yet understanding his father. 

“Si, it’s a good thing, right?” you smile. 

“‘Course, lovie, he’s gonna be talkin’ soon, and he’ll be able to say daddy,” Simon tickles the boy. “Ain’t that right, Mi-mon?” 

Tommy’s eyes light up. “Mi-mon!” 

[autumn-hiraeth]

You can be the boss!

Hobie brown x reader

NSFW. NO MINORS PLS 🔞

Where Hobie catches his girl touching herself.

a/n: i dreamed about this so..

You can find more here “ Hobie's masterlist”

Send me requests pls

Hobie has been too busy the last few days, he hasn't had time to call you.

So he thinks it's a great idea to visit you in the early morning after his patrol, plus he might need some patching up from you. (Actually he just wants an excuse for you to touch him)

But he doesn't expect it's find you, his girl - you and him have a thing - lying between your silky sheets while you touch yourself.

His mouth opens in surprise when he sees you in all your splendor and he can't stop his dick switching when he sees you so focused on reach your climax; two of your fingers are sliding inside you fast while your thumb rubs hard on your swollen clit, your other hand is pinching your nipple and Hobie swears he almost came in his pants when you reach your long-awaited orgasm - judging by the wet spot under you is surely not the first orgasm-.

It doesn't help his hard cock at all when you whine, letting out his name as you ride down your orgasm, your eyes still closed, your mind too cloudy with lust and bliss.

It's official, Hobie is soaking his suit with pre-cum, but he doesn't want to interrupt your moment so he just watches you. He feels so lucky.

You sigh satisfied, move your hand away from your wet hole and when you open your eyes, your face feels so hot because you're standing with Hobie and he's smiling, of course he loved the show.

“Hobie” the great Spider-punk wastes no time and he approaches your naked body.

“That was amazin' luv” he murmurs, his calloused hand stroking your side before his calloused fingers reach your nipple (he loves to play with them with his fingers and tongue).

"I thought you wouldn't come today either" you murmur and he kisses your forehead without ceasing to pinch your nipple.

"My girl missed me?" he teases you making you roll your eyes “ missed ya' too luv” he says placing a proper kiss on your lips.

Then Hobie lies down next to you wrapping your body against his and after a while he murmurs “Is my girl satisfied or does she need me inside her?”

Hobie Brown is definitely the type of lover who is going to fuck your brains out after he catches you touching yourself.

[puppetmaster13u]

Well the brainrot is real.

So the war going outside, is the result of a failed marriage between Aquaman (Who in this world was never really taught kindness for his human half as Atlanteans killed his dad when retrieving him) and Wonder Woman, because during the wedding, Queen Hippolyta is killed. This is a plot of Aquaman's brother and his lover, but no one knows. And when WW eventually finds out and informs Aquaman said brother launches a failed attack that makes it look like WW led him into a trap. So Aquaman doesn't believe her and it's an utter mess lemme tell you.

But Anyway. Kal. Local test subject turned slightly feral (if polite) dad now. Has no clue what he's doing, but he's trying. Figures out what settles the smaller sorta-hims and how much they all need to eat and that holding them helps. Has pushed the scratchy blanket towards the edge of the blanket nest to bulk it up as he curls around the three babies. Very much in awe as one manages to determinedly grab onto his finger. Also very upset about them being here where they'll get sickly or trained like he was and is, but unable to express it.

Danny? Just doing his best to comfort his dad (this is his dad, even if the situation is fucked up) as best he can and is not letting go of this finger since he's too small to hold his hand. Also just realized, would Danny even know that the three of them are clones? @radiance1 @hdgnj ?

Got an Idea based off of our Reblogs of @radiance1 Danny Reincarnates as a Clone Prompt.

But. What if, it's in Flashpoint timeline. Now you might say, but wait, isn't that timeline destroyed? Actually there was a continuity where it didn't, and we got to see more of Batman Thomas Wayne. But that's not what I'm getting at Because more importantly? At least for this? Kal is stuck in a lab under Metropolis, treated as an experiment and specimen. Like literally known as Subject 1. He's been there since the ship crashed as a baby, never ended up with the Kents, has never seen the sun or anything. He's kept in a room with red sun lights and is visibly Not Healthy. So why not add in clones to this?

Now does Danny know why he reincarnated? No. He doesn't really remember. What he does know? Is that he's physically baby. And he thinks he might be sick?

He's not to sure what's happening at first, vision not the best while he adjusts to suddenly being aware and able to move. But he recognizes labs. He recognizes cold halls and is understandably upset.

He sees himself in the glass- a tiny toddler with black hair and inhumanely blue eyes wrapped in a blanket that feels scratchy against his skin. Then he's in a room- more akin to a box with a wall cot- too big for him- a desk, and toiletries. And then there's a face peering down at him, gaunt face of a teenager- maybe young adult- looking starved, the same inhumane blue eyes wide in near awe and perhaps a hint of panic as they let out a raspy chuff.

What the fuck kind of place is he at...?

[green-alien-turdz]

Hi, I know its been a minute n I don't really like that there is like one or two posts between this n my last 'i'm still alive' post. I'm sorry. I wanted to say thank you to everyone in general, but also the mfs who said some nice ass shit to me. Sorry I said some concernin ass shit n just dipped, that was pretty fucked. I never really had people care like all the people on here, so I ain't too used to havin to be more careful with the shit I do n say.

Thank you to everyone for the kind words, concern, n care. Comin back to see all of it made my fuckin heart melt. I know I'm just some dumbass postin south park shit on tumblr, but you guys are genuinely the most amazin mfs I've ever encountered. To the people who were in my inbox askin if I was still alive, I sincerely apologize for causin any stress or concern, it's not my intention. You guys are the sweetest people, and I'm sorry for doin that. I should prolly stop bein as vocal about bein so fucked, but I also like to be honest n I like sharin this shit bcuz I know mfs be goin through the same shit n bein alone in it feels fuckin awful majority of the time.

I am not well. I am doin very bad actually. There's a chance imma be forcefully medicated in the near future. Which is weird bcuz I used to always want that, I wanted to be fixed, but now I'm not sure for like a TON of reasons. One, ion wanna be changed (in a sense). If the meds take away or dull core aspects of myself, I will lose it further than I have already. Two, my parents raised me to never trust doctors or medicine, etc. Even though I do think modern medicine is a great thing, I still have my fears bcuz of how I was raised. Three, I fear the fuck outta what I will do. I know they warn that adjustment periods n shit like that can make things worse- but I literally cannot get any worse. If I do, I know I will not come out alive. Which bleeds into reason four, which is that I know, at some point, I would try n overdose. Handin me such a quick n thoughtless way to just end it is like the worst fuckin thing they could do. But whatever. Ion even know when it's gonna happen, all I know is that ion got a choice. Like, I'm pretty sure it's a situation that, if I don't comply, imma be locked tf up.

Uhh minor update shit- my cat came back home after almost a month of bein fuckin somewhere. She came back skinny, dirty, n sick, but she is slowly recoverin n I've never been more thankful. ED is still kickin my ass, but I'm forcin myself to at least have a fuckin soup I made bcuz I can't get shit done at work if I keep faintin or gettin injured. I have little to no time to do shitfuck, but still do random shit periodically before or after work. I actually redid my dresser n made some stupid ass video about the handles that I might post to youtube if I quit bein a pussy about it.

I haven't been drawin my fanart as of late- but I do want to. Imma focus on doin the requests I have bcuz I wanna give back the best I can. You guys stick with me through thick n thin. I thank you all so much. I'm sorry I'm always MIA. So my posts for a little bit are gonna be the requests n answerin all of my inbox. Ion know how long it'll take, but hopefully it won't get borin. I genuinely love makin things. I love drawin the shit I do n people findin some sort of connection to their lives or themselves. I just want people to feel less alone, less ugly, less whatever the fuck you feel. Each n every one of ya is fuckin amazin, so please don't forget it.

Imma stfu now. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day or night or eternity. I'll be back to postin shortly, thank you for stickin with this shit show

[m0chac0ffee]

I never thought the day would come where I'd share my nasty thoughts with yall,, THIS IS MY FIRST AND PROBABLY LAST TIME I'LL EVER WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS????????

vessel x afab!reader (unrevised)

>>nsfw

"gods... love.."

he said in a breathy voice. his chest heaved up and down as he panted softly for air.

"jus' one more?.."

he had you stuck in a mating press, eyes locked on yours as he awaited your answer. his cock throbbed inside of you as he only allowed himself small, soft thrusts. you were still in a haze from your last orgasm, body trembling slightly from your previous two body-wracking climaxes.

"vess... you said that.. last time.."

"this'll be the last one, promise, dove."

at this point, your cheeks were stained with tearstreaks, eyes glazed over, and cheeks a rosy red.

"m'too sensitive right now.."

"please, sweetheart? jus' one more? for me?"

he whispered as he pressed a small kiss to your chest, his eyes pleading. vessel always managed to become needy during sex. sometimes he'd get a bit greedy too.

".... okay.. but this has to really be the last time.."

"thank you, dove.."

he pressed a tender kiss to your collarbone, up your neck, and finally, connecting your lips to his before he began to set a pace. one more turned into two more, and after your second orgasm, you had to physically push him off, gently, of course. he looked down at where your bodies had connected. you were covered in a mix of your own slick and his cum. his eyes shone with satisfaction as he watched his seed drip out of you.

"you look so perfect f'me, dove. such a good girl."

he leaned down to press a loving kiss to your sweaty forehead, plopping down beside you on the bed and pulling you close.

"did amazin', baby."

[badjokesbyjeff]

Two rednecks decided that they weren't going anywhere in life

They thought they should go to college to get ahead. The first goes in to see the counselor, who tells him to take Math, History, and Logic. "What's Logic?" the first redneck asks.

The professor answers by saying, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a weedeater?" "I sure do." "Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard," replied the professor. "That's real good!" says the redneck.

The professor continues, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a yard, you also own a house." Impressed, the redneck says, "Amazin!" "And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife." "That's Betty Mae! This is incredible!"

The redneck is obviously catching on. "Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are heterosexual," said the professor. "You're absolutely right! Why that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever heard! I cain't wait to take that logic class!!"

The redneck, proud of the new world opening up to him, walks back into the hallway, where his friend is still waiting.

"So what classes are ya takin'?" asks the friend. "Math, History, and Logic!" replies the first redneck. "What in tarnation is logic???" asked his friend. "Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weedeater?" asked the first redneck. "No," his friend replied. "SO YOU LIKE GUYS, Don t Ya ?"

[chaosandmarigolds]

me, laying in bed after my 12hr shift:

my gf: remember that ask you got

me: ..

gf:

me: aside from wondering how you accessed my Tumblr I’ve gotten a lot of asks which one. gf: the sad one. me: 99% of them are sad

gf: The REALLY sad one

ANYWAY here we go and bc I am horrible with titles imma go after a song-

Tourner Dans Le Vide

It was a stupid question, one someone would find on a ‘get to know about me’ section of a questionnaire, a small talkish question. But it stung like he didn’t expect it to, so as he stood in the gala, glass in hand, he cleared his throat, “Sorry, one more time mate?”

“Your spouse.” The poor person motioned to the finger that comfortably sat on his ring finger, the gold glimmering in the sunset light, “Are they here?”

You should’ve been here. You had the outfit planned for months. You knew you wanted to get your hair done the day before, insisting that you ought to look nice to represent your family name.

“No, got caught up at home unfortunately.”

“Ah, kids?”

“Two.” Not a lie, you had two young girls you had both adopted, just now he was just the only person within the household, adding more weight to their shoulders.

—

with a huff he gets into the car and then takes off the face mask, scrunching his nose as he adjusted to the cold air, and he starts the car. After a moment he pulls out his phone, expecting a notification from your name above Macey’s, the eldest, yet he was surprised to see none.

so with a hum he makes sure the phone is conntected to the car and begins to call you, shifting the car to drive, it rings….and rings until he is met with-

“hey! It’s me, sorry I’m not at the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll get back to ya!”

the short automated message follows and he begins to drive home on the darkened roads, until it was his turn to speak, “Luv, it’s Simon, baby I know I was out really late yesterday but I brought the girls some pizza, Macey had her rugby game this mornin- she did amazin. Taylor got an A on her spelling test, so I got her ice cream after school today. What else..mm, the girls send you love. I love you. Call me when you can.”

—

“Papa,” Taylor chirps from her car seat, happily looking out the window, “Papa, when is mama coming home?”

He furrows his eyebrows to the questions and then shrugs, “I’m not sure, princess, I hope soon.”

“did you and mama have fight? Is tha’ why she go way?”

“No no, princess, mama and I didn’t fight- she’s okay, she’s just,” the words died in his throat, because maybe he knew them to be a lie but he would never admit such, “busy. You know how mama works real long hours.”

—

“How’s ya dad?” Johnny stood in the doorway of the ordinary home, peering in from where he stood as Macey stood in front of him- the young girl still in her gear.

to that she shrugs, allowing the man she had learned to be her uncle enter, “fine I guess.”

upon entering the home Johnny noticed your coat still hanging on the rack, even though it was the middle of summer so it mismatched from the girls pink pool towels, he noticed how your mug sat beside the coffee maker, hot water steaming inside- indicating it was just filled. He noticed how your spot on the dining table still had your notebook, pen still tucked where you had left off writing.

he then saw Simon walking down the stairs, and he gave him a grin, “Haven’t been answerin my calls, mate,” with a quick side hug he nudged the man, “Got worried bout ya.”

Simon shrugs it off with a brief laugh, “Got caught up here, with her off at work- got a lil busy.” his heart dropped, and Johnny clears his throat, “Mm? At work she is?”

“Yeah, more like fuckin deployed, never see her.”

it had been close to nine months since a car accident had taken your life, suddenly and harsh, and Simon chose to completely leave his position within the force to stay with the girls. Something Johnny could respect, losing a spouse was a horrid thing but until that moment he had assumed his friend had been taking it in stride. He fell quiet and followed Simon as he said he needed to grab something from the laundry room, so he followed.

His eye caught sight of the master bedroom, lit up by the summer sun (Simon had never been a fan of natural light, unless he was outside) one side of the room messy, clothes tossed about and looking like a proper grieving man’s room, and the other just how would have left it, a glass of water sitting atop a floral coaster, bed still made with the pillows creased just how you do them. The small bottle of perfume still tossed atop of it- as you put it on that morning and threw it on the bed as you ran out the door.

oh…this was not good. This was not good at all.

(um…yeah!! Based off an amazing ask! Comments mean the world to me, toodles!!)