#was going to colour this but aaah

[redgearsmovin]

movering

[proteusolm]

I think watching chemistry videos I don't really understand is my version of slime videos. Colours and textures and mixing stuff.

[dude-iloveu]

[yasashiiku]

@chiheru gets a starter !

With each new place he lays eyes upon, the memory of his home planet shrinks further into the back of his mind. Where he lives, everything is small, compared to the rest of existence... it truely is small. He can't help but think that fact over & over, as he stares with atmost amazement at the vast land he's just arrived in.

The bright trees whisper to him in greeting, and he happily introduces himself, oh, and how beautiful they were! Pink and faint in color, sweet and refreshing in scent, he would have to apologize later, he can't help but stare! It doesn't take him a while to engage in deep conversation with a couple of them, letting the breeze and petals embrace him gently, as though they could transcend him through time and space, far and away from his worries and memories.

It doesn't take long for the chat to come to an end, interrupted by the arrival of a certain special person. ❝ Good morning, ❞ The prince looks upon the girl with smiling features. ❝ This is your forest, isn't it? Please forgive my intrusion. ❞

[dandelionsoda]

As your doctor I'm prescribing you a high fluid intake, so have some water. And some juice for the vitamins. And some herbal tea to help you relax. Don't forget to take these pills, ignore that warning about "diuretic side effects". Make sure to take them with some water! You've got to stay hydrated after all. What someone in your condition needs is plenty of rest, so you'd better not move from that bed.

Hm? You need to what? That's not possible, you haven't had nearly the maximum liquid intake for a healthy adult bladder. Trust me, I'm a professional, I know what I'm talking about. The only way you could need to relive yourself already is if your bladder was somehow abnormally puny and weak and underdeveloped. After all, you went to the bathroom five hours ago. That's not long, is it? Just lie down and relax. There's no way you're getting up anyway. I won't allow it. That would be completely medically irresponsible, letting you walk all the way to the bathroom in the state you're in.

If it really turns into an emergency I suppose we could get you some kind of container. But you can hold it a bit longer, right? Of course you can. Have some more pills. Let me pour you some water to take them with. There we go. You'll feel better in no time.

That's odd, for some reason you can't seem to keep still. Or quiet. You keep making all these distressed little whimpering and groaning noises. Increased colour in the face...excessive perspiration...heavy breathing...that's definitely unusual. Is something wrong? I told you, you don't need to empty your bladder yet, that's impossible, stop talking nonsense. Your stomach hurts? Here, let me examine it.

I'll just apply a some pressure...I can only help you if you stay completely still and stop wriggling. There we go. It hurts when I touch it? That can't be right. Let me push a bit harder...your stomach seems fine, just a normal healthy amount of swelling from proper hydration. There's no reason why it would hurt. I think you must be delirious, imagining things. Maybe you're feverish...look at all that sweat. Of course the solution to that is bed rest and plenty of fluids. Let me get you some more water.

What? You can't drink any more or you'll pee yourself? Don't be silly. Any medical professional could tell you that the average bladder capacity is far higher than that. You've got so much more room! We can just keep filling you up for hours yet...Here's a nice big jug of cold water, I'll pour out a glass for you. Don't just sip it, gulp it all down. Every last drop. There. You're such a good, obedient patient.

Oh, and I'll need you to give me a urine sample. Don't get too excited, I just need you to fill this tiny cup. I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't pee any more than necessary. Just cut off the flow when it's full. You can do that right? Aw, you look like you're about to cry. Don't worry, I'll see that you get proper treatment. That's it, just let out a tiny bit aaand...stop! I said stop.

Hm, it looks like you had a little trouble stopping, but that's okay. It was only an extra trickle or two. Your lower stomach still looks nice and round and healthy. What's important is that you keep all the rest of that fluid inside you. Just lie back in bed. Drink another glass to make up for the hydration you just lost. Maybe I'll find that container for you...if I can remember where I put it. Ooh, pouring out all this water for you is making me need to go, I'll be right back. You'd better not move.

Aaah, what a relief~

Oh, that's right, your container. Well, I think your problem is that you suffer from an overly weak bladder. The cure for that is to train it by holding! Just hold and hold for as long as you can and your muscles will strengthen. You can do that for me, right? For your doctor? Enough whining. You want to get better, right? I can't believe how squirmy you are when you've only had a little bit to drink. Once you're able to hold a normal amount I'll think about letting you get up. Let me start a timer.

[the-colourful-witch]

There's no Parvati without Lavender :) When I was a kid first reading the books, I didn't like Lavender and Parvati much. They were written in a negative way. They would giggle about everything and say 'oooh' and 'aaah' about stuff and shriek and squeal. And of course, they liked pink and were very emotional... yuk, right? (Note the sarcasm here.) Now, I realize the misogyny that backs all that up. Lavender and Parvati are young women who possess big hearts and know what they like. They are in tune with their emotions and their feminity. And there is absolutely NOTHING WRONG with liking girly things. I have a pair of fluffy pens on my desk that I write letters with to my friends. I own a drawer full of stickers that I stick on my planner. I like the colour pink more and more as I grow older and fuck everyone who makes young women believe they are not allowed to like those things. Because god forbid, you're considered 'girly', which in this case sounds like 'weak'. Weak? Are you kidding? Lavender and Parvati fought in the war. They risked their lives to save others. Lavender ran after Blast-Ended Screwts to help Hagrid with his class! I would rather eat my socks. NoT To MEntiON, the two of them were the only students who bothered to comfort Professor Trelawney when her bloody career was on the line! I will no longer accept any criticism about Lavender. She is a good person. I'm going to continue because there's a lot to say.

Oohing and aahing when you see a unicorn is not annoying, Harry. You pubescent little shit. If I saw a unicorn, I would bawl my eyes out. Don't judge people.

Crying when your pet rabbit dies is also NOT ANNOYING. Have some sympathy. Hermione, just because YOU don't believe in Divination doesn't mean it's nonsense. Don't make fun of people and their perception of the world. RIP Binky <3

Am I done? NO! Lavender was a 16-year-old girl when she got her first boyfriend. Was she clingy? Yes. Did she use silly nicknames? Yes. Does that mean she deserved to be led on for weeks? No. So, Ron Weasley, apologize. For the love of GOD.

Alright, I think I'm done.

[nanamisdickrider]

Twisted Pleasure

✧⁠*⁠。18+ ✧⁠*⁠。Choso Kamo x reader ✧⁠*⁠。note ≠ this idea was stuck inside my head for ages !! but idk if someone already did something like this, but anyways, enjoy!

"Hello? Baby I'm outside, wanna go for a ride?" "You're outside? But my parent'—' "come out love, it won't be for too long, promise."

You got up from your bed and walked towards the window, you looked out and saw choso sitting on his bike, with his hands resting on his thighs, Goddamnit! He just had to wear those black sweats with that tight compression shirt and a fur jacket...he looked so...good.. you were unknowingly rubbing your thighs together but you stopped when choso raised his arms to signal to you to come down.

You slowly tip-toed your way downstairs and used the spare key you had to open the door, it's not that your parents would get mad because of you going out this late at night because you were out till 4am at times, but you didn't want to wake them up.

"Finally" Choso said when you closed the door behind you after stepping outside. "You missed me that much?" "Always."

"sit infront of me, that way I can be closer to you." "you'll have some troubles driving then, because I might block the view!" "we'll see, love."

Choso helped you wear the helmet he got for you, it's a lavender coloured helmet with his name written on the sides, it's like his own helmet but the colour's black and your name was also written on it's sides. You smiled when he put on his own helmet, his eyes were looking so beautiful, you just want to see them rolled bac—

"grab on my arms and sit tight okay?" You nodded and watched him get on the bike, leaning back to give you the space. The way his shirt was slowly rolling up and revealing his happy trail and mini scars on his v-line. You felt yourself get wetter and wetter.

You carefully got on the bike and adjusted to your comfort, not knowing that you were rubbing on choso's dick. "Mmmfffp—!" "You okay there choso?"

You were doing it intentionally but he doesn't have to know that♡

Choso rolled his body on you accidentally to adjust himself, and right on that time you lifted your hips up, his half-hard dick rubbing on your wet slit was just enough to get him boner. "Y/n... you're doing t-this on purpose huh..?" He was whimpering in your ear now, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Your hand went back to touch his abs, and slowly go down on his bulge and rub it with your manicured nails. “Haah...Uugh.. Aaah...”

"go on Choso, let's go somewhere far yeah?" Choso started his bike and you removed your hands from his lower body. Having something better up your sleeve<3

It was going just fine for 15 minutes until you guys entered an empty street, the only light was the moon and the small lights. Your hands found their way to his sweats but this time you pulled down his pants and freed his dick, his tip was so wet cause of the precum, your fingers stroked it up and down and you heard choso gasp, he didn't say anything but let out his slutty moans. He stopped the bike for awhile to collect himself and you took that as chance to roll down your shorts just enough for his dick to get inside your warm walls.

"Y-Y/n wait! A-aah—FUCK!" he cussed out when you slid him inside and his cock stretched you so good, you had to clench down on him. "Y/n...ple–ase..." Choso begged for you to continue "Not yet baby, start your bike."

Choso looked at you with wide eyes, surely he didn't think you're as innocent and naive as you look right?

He slowly and carefully leaned forward to start his bike again but of course you would roll your hips on his sensitive cock and make it harder for him. "W-why can't we fuck and then go back—Aagh!..to your p-place..?" "Won't you listen to me Choso?" You looked back at him and Choso knew that look, you will overstimulate him when you go back to your place. He obediently started the bike and moved at a medium pace. There was a bumpy road ahead and Choso was scared for his life whereas you were grinning. As soon as the bike landed down on the bumpy road, rocks were coming down the tires, you automatically started jumping up and down on choso's dick. "AagH~! Y/n! Please baby pleas—Aah Shit!"

Your moans made him arch his back and accidentally push his dick deeper into you which made you moan out loudly, he quickly wrapped his palm around your mouth to muffle your moans. Choso stopped the bike and bended you over "I'm sorry y/n..but I r-really can't take it anymore!!" Poor little boy got tired of your games and just couldn't take it anymore!

Choso pushed his cock in and out of your gummy walls, his one hand was over your mouth to cover any moans and his other free hand went up your shirt and groped your tits. Squeezing your nipples between his middle and ring finger. You rolled your eyes back meanwhile Choso was drooling. "I'm sososo close! Please let me breed you right here and now!!" He kept on chanting your name. Choso was begging for you to let him push his seeds deep inside you and fill your womb with his warm cum:(

After a few more of his hard and deep thrusts, he came inside you, his whole body shaking along with yours. He leaned down and pressed his chest against your back. He was breathing heavily.

Choso pulled himself out of you and leaned back to watch his cum slowly drip out of you. He scooped it up with his middle finger and shoved it back inside you, making you shiver. Choso then slowly pulled you back up and took off your helmet to look at your pretty face. He took off his own helmet after that and you turned around to see his cheeks rosy pink and eyes half opened, he was still catching his breath.

"Just because I enjoyed this doesn't mean you won't get your punishment when we get back to my place baby"

Choso whimpered when you said that. Your boyfriend is such a pervert ♡

[avocado-writing]

i never see any crowley x reader fics where he’s a bottom 🥲🥲

could i request a crowley x reader fic where top!reader pegs crowley ?? it’s what he deserves

notes: sub!crowley like he deserves in this

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: E

“Colour?”

“Unffff— green…!”

“Good boy.”

Crowley likes to be fucked, this much you know to be true. If there were a dictionary definition of “pillow princess” his picture would be in the footnotes for it. He likes to be spread out on his back, slim thighs akimbo; bent over the nearest available surface; folded at the waist over your lap. Any way where he gets your full and undivided attention.

He will take any sample from the smorgasbord of pleasure you offer. His arse or his cock or his cunt, no matter what you touch he’ll get off. Right now he’s splayed out on the bed, practically coquettish in the way he moans and thrusts upwards into your touch, flushed such a deep red you think he might pop a blood vessel. You’re inching the silicone cock between your legs into him very slowly. It’s thick, you’ve had to work up to it over the evening: using bigger and bigger sizes to both prepare and tease him. His hole flowers open under your ministrations and you watch as his body swallows you.

“Fu-uu-ck,” you growl, thrusting forward a little so that your hips fit snugly against his. His mouth opens in a silent orgasmic scream and his cock floods out precome. He’s so hard that he’s bobbing against his own stomach, leaving pearly trails between his slit and the fine hair beneath his navel. 

“Look at that, Crowley. You open up so beautifully for me…”

“Aaah. Please. Please…” he doesn’t seem to know what he’s begging for but does so anyway. His hand reaches up for you and you clasp it in midair, threading your fingers through his and squeezing. Yes. You’re here. You’ll keep him anchored in the moment.

Slowly you begin to undulate your hips. The dildo makes a filthy noise where you’ve made sure it was suitably prepared to slide into him and Crowley chokes. After two thrusts he’s begging. After five he’s a whimpering mess, and after ten he’s totally lost the power of speech. All he can do is lie there and let you fuck him. But the whole time you talk him through it, your voice honeyed and thick, reassuring him you’ll give him exactly what he needs.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Relax. You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you? So fucking good for me, such a pretty little demon… so obedient…”

Crowley paws desperately at your chest, simply unable to vocalise what he wants from you. But you know him well enough now to sense it. You slow down your fucking to a more leisurely pace so that you can reach over, practically bending him in half, and press a kiss to him. His face is sweaty but his lips are needy and searching. He presses his tongue to yours submissively. He wants you to take whatever you want from him - and right now, that’s his third orgasm of the night.

You take his cock in your hand and it only takes a couple of pumps until he’s done, spilling all over himself with such force he splatters onto his chest. He collapses utterly boneless and thoroughly sated, you pull out of him with as much care as you did entering him. He moans and a little more cum dribbles from his softening cock. You unbuckle the strap as you head to the ensuite, grabbing a wet flannel and a glass of water for your lover.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

He manages to nod with enthusiasm, still not quite able to form words. He gulps down the water that you offer him though.

“There we go, handsome,” you mutter. He nuzzles into you affectionately, his breathing slowly stabilising as you clean up the mess.

“Fuck. Needed that,” he eventually croaks out. You chuckle and drop a kiss into his fiery hair.

“Any time you need it, gorgeous.”

“Love you,” as he says that he blushes brighter than when you were several inches inside him.  You hide your grin.

“I love you too.”

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[maekyart]

More OC x Pokemon because I can't stop >:D

Trainer 1 - Trainer 2 - Trainer 3

This one took me forever, I don't know why I thought drawing a team of six was a good idea (especially when only one of them flies, I fought for my life to fit them all in my tiny canva in an interesting way). More rambling + process bellow :

I was also looking for struggle this time, like, hopefully you can't tell but I suck at woman fashion and never know what my characters should wear. Men clothing is so boring irl (in my country at least), it's easy to twist it just a little and get interesting new stuff and ideas but women's? The bar is too high, help. And too add to the issues, I never wondered how the colours would go together when picking the team. So I spent a few hours coloring the piece and then about the same amount of time (or more) changing the colours again and again until it was nice to look at (I should keep record of my tries, some of them were atrocious, but now it's all gone aaah, sorry, you only get the nice art). It's like my own process was as chaotic as this team :)

Anyway, thank you for reading all that, I'll go back to drawing some other stuff (or more pokemon maybe, but a smaller team)!

[magicomens]

I was just wondering if you had help with your comics? For story boarding or base colours or whatever.

It’s just because you update the comic pretty frequently and maintain a high quality of art. I follow some other comics and it takes at least a month for it to update normally closer to two. So I was just curious! (Also do you prefer crowley‘s and aziraphale’s dynamic or merlin’s and arthur’s dynamic??)

Thanks !! And happy pride month!

Hellooo

nope, it's just me doing everything, but having a person checking for plot holes and such would be helpful I guess haha (not an actual call for help, I'm too shy for thattt)

I try to upload as frequently as I can bc I put myself in the reader's shoes, and I'd forget the basic plot in like three weeks,,, so,,,,,,

Aaah not again with the choosing xD mmmaybe I prefer Aziracrow, the we-go-back-a-long-way is such an interesting dynamic I hadn't seen often, even if Merthur *somehow* feels healthier (at least considering where Aziraphale and Crowley are rn)

Happy pride month!!

[starlightrosa]

LEE POMNI PLSS lers jax or ragatha or both maybe they had a sleepover in the circus or pillow fight turned tickle fight <33

Oh anon, that's such a wonderful prompt! I hope you enjoy, my dear :)

Giggly Jester

Summary: A simple pillow fight ends in a very ticklish way for a certain jester.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warning: slight intrusive thoughts for Pomni (in bold, there's only one though)

Enjoy! (First time writing TADC ever, hope u like it my dear :D)

Life in the Digital Circus was… interesting, to say the least. And very… unique characters too. A ringleader with a pair of teeth for a head, a doll who was probably the nicest of the lot, a sarcastic purple bunny, a chess piece who was slowly going insane, a sentient ribbon who cried when her mask was broken, whatever the hell “Zooble” was supposed to be… yes, that was what Pomni was given to work with when she had put on that fateful headset, and was transported to The Amazing Digital Circus.

The ringleader, a guy called Caine, had set up adventures with the whole crew on Pomni’s first day, which consisted of gathering up some creatures called “Gloinks.” Unsurprisingly, Caine’s latest “adventure” wasn’t very well received by any of the Digital Circus members, least of all Pomni. A new girl to the circus and its whimsy wonder, it was very easy for the poor dear to get a bit overwhelmed, and Pomni was trying her best to process in her very colourful room.

That was when Caine popped into existence in her room, scaring the poor jester so much that her jester hat fell off and hit the floor with a comical splat, her little musical bells jangling as they made contact with the ground of her room.

“Wake up, Pomni!”

“AAAH! Oh my God! Caine, don’t do that!” Pomni implored, the jester clutching at her digital chest, feeling her heart pumping beneath the pale skin. Caine tutted and waggled his gloved finger as Pomni picked her hat back up and jammed it back on her head.

“Now, now, Pomni. Don’t be such a jumpy Josie! I just wanted to make sure you’d hear me. Jax and Ragatha would like to meet you at the main stage. They have an idea to help you get acquainted with your new life here in the Digital Circus. And we all know that I, as the ringleader, fully endorse any idea to make you comfortable here.”

“Ragatha and Jax? Oh no…” Pomni muttered. Ragatha was nice, sure… but Jax? That sarcastic lilac rabbit only ever liked to see funny things happen to people, regardless of intentions. Pomni was sure nothing good could come from being with Jax.

“Come along, Pomni! Let us not dilly dally, or dally dilly for that matter!” Caine urged, grabbing Pomni by the waist. With a snap of his gloved fingers, Pomni was transported to the main stage. She felt really dizzy after the fact, her colourful irises whirling about in her head briefly before her vision managed to correct.

She turned around to scold Caine for doing that, but the AI had vanished. Pomni sighed and looked around.

“Ragatha? J-Jax?” Pomni called, walking forward in the dark. Why were the lights off?

“Heads up!” came the only warning call before Pomni’s face met something soft, startling her. BIFF!

The lights clicked on and Pomni looked down to see… a pillow? Just a regular pillow that had been thrown at her. She looked back up to see Ragatha making her way towards her.

“Jax, you didn’t need to do that! You could have hurt her!” the doll scolded.

“Calm your stitches, Ragdoll. It’s only a pillow. Couldn’t hurt the new sucker with one of these if I tried.” Jax muttered, the rabbit’s ear twitching a bit in slight annoyance. He couldn’t do anything fun here, geez.

“You aren’t hurt, are you Pomni?” Ragatha asked, gently searching her face for injury. Pomni shook her head, her nerves hitting her again.

“Why are we here? Why do you have pillows?” Pomni asked, noting that Ragatha was holding one too.

“Hey, Kinger wasn’t using ‘em for once. He’s enjoying his little bug buddies, so me and Ragdoll decided to come up with a plan to make ya relax more.” Jax responded.

“Are you familiar with the concept of a pillow fight, Pomni?” Ragatha gently asked, smiling softly at the jumpy joker with her pinwheel eyes.

Pomni racked her brains. She used to have pillow fights with friends back when she was little. But trying to remember her life in the real, human world was becoming more difficult by the day. Pomni didn’t want to forget, but it seemed like that was an eventuality. She couldn’t even remember her human name.

I don’t wanna forget. But I can’t remember.

“Hey, shortstack. You still in there?” Jax asked, getting bored at Pomni’s long silence. “Don’t tell me we gotta teach her what a pillow fight is.”

“Shut up, Jax. Pomni? You in there?” Ragatha asked, keeping her voice calm. “Pomni, come on out of there. Don’t fall down the rabbit hole again.”

“S-Sorry…” Pomni stammered, coming back to reality again. She already had blushing makeup on her avatar, but Pomni still felt a slight red rush claim her pale face.

“Don’t apologise, Pom. You’re gonna be okay. Promise.” Ragatha smiled, and Pomni felt her shoulders gently untense the tiniest bit. Ragatha was very comforting in this strange world of whimsical wonder.

“This is all so adorable, but can we get this goin’ already?” Jax asked, holding a pillow in his arms.

“Oh yeah. So Pomni, basically this is just a way of goofing off, having fun, y’know? We’re gonna have a pillow fight. Pick up that pillow over there and when I say go, we begin. Okay?”

“Alright, sure…” Pomni said, going to where Ragatha instructed and scooping her feathery weapon off the ground. The pillow felt weirdly comforting in her arms. Maybe she could keep it.

“Alright. And… go!” Ragatha called, the three of them immediately whirling their pillows around. Pomni got a good few shots on Jax because of her smaller height, only for Ragatha to even the score. Feathers were comically flying everywhere, showering the trio in a fluffy rain. Ragatha was giggling, Jax was snickering, and Pomni slowly joined this melody of laughter as they whacked each other with pillows. This was actually… fun!

But feathers tend to stick, my friends. Specifically, tend to stick on clothes. And the first one to feel this was Pomni. She began to feel something lightly brushing at her collarbones and neck. She stopped and put her pillow down to try and pull these feathers from her clothes. Which meant she was no longer on guard.

And Jax hit her with a pillow. But he had sneakily opened his pillowcase and upended the feathers inside Pomni’s clothes. Pomni squeaked and started to wriggle immediately, the feathers brushing and reaching to more places the longer she wriggled.

“Ha! You look like a moulting chicken, shortstack!” Jax teased. Pomni’s laughter grew louder as she could no longer remain standing, the jumpy jester now lying on the floor and giggling to herself as these feathers were stuck deep in her clothes.

Jax chuckled at Pomni’s little predicament. “Welp. Guess that’s feathers one, Pomni zero.”

“Jahahahax! It’s tickling! The f-feheheheathers! They’re tickling mehehe!” Pomni answered back. Ragatha chuckled and put her pillow down, approaching Pomni with Jax in tow.

“C’mere, Pomni. Try to hold still, and we’ll see if we can get these feathers out of your clothes.”

“Ah, c’mon. Can’t we just leave her like this, Ragdoll? It’s much funnier seeing her laugh, you know~” Jax protested, a particularly shrill squeal from Pomni cutting off the next thing he was going to say.

Ragatha wasn’t listening. She gently sat on the left side of Pomni, as Jax took the right side. The two flashed a cheeky smile down at Pomni, as Ragatha saw the amount of feathers stuck in Pomni’s clothes. In her collar, her shirt, her sleeves too. And all the while, Pomni was lost in a world of tickle-induced giggles.

“Hehehelp mehehe!” Pomni begged, causing Ragatha to chuckle as she held Pomni in her arms, while Jax reached for the feathers. He snuck his gloved hands up her shirt and grabbed some of the feathers. He began to slowly drag them down her stomach as he worked to pull them out, taking his sweet time just so he could hear more of Pomni’s laughter.

“Nohohoho, Jahahax! D-Don’t dohohoho thahahat!” Pomni squealed, trying her best to squirm, but Ragatha held her still. Pomni’s legs kicked in an effort to release some of that ticklish energy. Jax just laughed.

“We’re tryin’ to help ya, kid. And you just keep laughin’! What’s so funny, Pomni? Are these feathers t-t-tickling? Are they, Pomni?”

Pomni felt herself blush even more at Jax’s words.

“No teheheheasing!” Pomni squeaked, trying to cover her face. But then Ragatha simply held Pomni’s hands in hers, preventing her from shielding any tickle spots.

“Your smile is adorable, Pom-Pom. Tickle, tickle, giggly jester~” Ragatha cooed, smirking mischievously as Pomni’s laughter increased on hearing the nickname.

Pomni could barely fight back. These feathers tickled like anything, and Jax removing them so slowly was not helping. Pomni was lost in a world of tickly feathers, and she just couldn’t do anything but laugh and half-heartedly squirm in Ragatha’s arms.

Yet somewhere in the back of Pomni’s mind, she supposed this wasn’t the worst thing to happen to her in the circus. Not by a long shot. Compared to everything else that had happened, this was actually… nice.

“Enjoying yourself, Pomni?” Ragatha asked, gently smiling down at her. Pomni nodded, and relaxed in Ragatha’s arms as Jax removed the feathers, pulling the softest, most honey-sweet giggles out of Pomni’s mouth.

“Y-Yeaheheh. It tickles…” Pomni murmured, giggling up a storm. Ragatha smiled.

“I know, Pom-Pom. I know.”

“Got to admit, kid. This is kinda adorable.” Jax continued. “Alright. Flip her over for me, Ragdoll.”

“Not my name, but whatever.” Ragatha muttered, flipping Pomni so the jester now laid on her stomach. The movement made the feathers on Pomni’s back move. Pomni was pretty ticklish on her back, so the jester’s laughter spiked. “AH! They’re ohohon my bahahahack! Ah, gehehet them ohohohout, Jahahax! Please!”

“Goin’ as fast as I can, kid. Just don’t move~” Jax challenged, even as he grabbed one of them, lodged at the top of Pomni’s spine. He gripped the feather and slid it slowly down her spine, enjoying Pomni’s reaction. The jester was absolutely shaking with laughter!

“JAHAHAHAX! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!” Pomni shrieked.

“Ha! Are you kidding, I’m not stopping for anything, kid! You’re so ticklish, it’s hilarious!” Jax fired back, but he still removed the feather. Once that one was out of the way, there was only a few left. But they’d formed a clump. A very ticklish clump, if Pomni’s choked back laughter was anything to go by.

“Ooh, Pomni. Hold on to Ragdoll, this clump is right on your ticklish little back. I’m gonna have to get them all at once. Ready~?” Jax teased, making a show of cracking his knuckles dramatically as he leaned over Pomni’s back, his fingers wiggling in preparation.

Ragatha held Pomni’s sides as Jax dived in, grabbing the ball of feathers and slowly sliding them down Pomni’s back in an effort to pull them out. Pomni pounded her fists on the ground, tears in her eyes from how much it tickled. She squealed and laughed like never before.

Eventually Jax pulled out the clump of feathers, finally giving Pomni some relief from those maddeningly soft tickles. She relaxed and sighed as Ragatha softly ran her hands over Pomni’s back, getting rid of the ghost tickles as she helped the giggly jester up.

“You sure are ticklish, Pomni.” Ragatha chuckled. Jax nodded.

“All that yelling, though. Think I’m deaf.” Jax joked. Pomni rolled her eyes.

Yes, life in the Digital Circus was strange, random, and confusing. But honestly, it felt good for Pomni to laugh and forget her problems for a little, even if that meant being at the mercy of a bunch of feathers in the aftermath of a ferocious pillow fight.

“We gotta do this again. What do you say, shortstack?” Jax asked, smirking. Pomni chuckled and made a non-committal noise as she walked back to her room. When she reached it, she opened her door and laid on her bed, staring back up at the ceiling with a soft smile on her face.

Maybe they could do this again, indeed.

The End! Hope you enjoyed!

[maimoncat]

Leshycatpril: nightmare (cw: some gore, blood, horror elements and eyestrain)

Late, but I still got it done!

I’ve had this idea in my head for some time now, so I was really excited about the third prompt of @aniflowers ‘ LeshyCatPril.

Having the whole thing in the dark also helped me with the colours! XD

Leshy: I can’t stop, I can’t rest… It hurts so much

I know I deserve this… I’ve done horrid things… But I can change! I can be good!

Please… let me go… I’ll do anything! Please! Please…

Just make it stop! Please… let me out… let me out…

Let me out…

Let…

Me…

Leshy: GO!

Somy: AAAH!

Leshy: Somy?

Somy: Fffhh… Fuck, that really hurt!

Leshy: Somy, I’m so so- wait, I can give you some of my bandages!

Somy: Other side of the bed!

Leshy: Oh yeah, here they are!

Somy: Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!

Leshy: I’m sorry! I’m… so sorry…

Somy: … Leshy…

Leshy: You’re stuck here with a monster li-

Somy: No. You’re not a monster, Leshy. Not anymore.

[Italiano]

[Deutsch]

[screamingcrows]

Good luck with your exam! Dropping a 🎲 for destressing if needed. :>

Aaah thank you! Your luck certainly worked wonders!!💙

You rolled 62! "That's too wild for me" and I'll pick.. Dottore (who's surprised) I'm going with one of my fav silly headcanons for this man.

It had been surprisingly easy to convince Dottore that a little time away was necessary. Suspiciously easy. Only a few honeyed words along complaints about the cold winter had him agreeing. But you knew better than to start questioning him, lest you present an argument that made him rethink the decision.

Fontaine was everything you'd longed for, lush fields teeming with life that had you gawking at every opportunity.

Dottore had convinced The Knave to let you stay in one of her little cottages a fair way outside the city, insisting it would be far more comfortable with a more private retreat.

"You're sure everything is fine?"

Not wanting to disturb the curious little creature happily chatting and pointing out landmarks, your voice remained a low whisper. You drank in the sharp outlines of mountains, the outline of something cubic briefly visible. You shook your head to clear it, surely it hadn't been floating?

"Quite."

His fingers tightened a little, thumb beginning to rub circles into the back of your hand, as if you were the one currently looking strung so tightly they might snap. Seeking to alleviate the tension a little, you leaned against his side, glint in your eyes when you whispered.

"You aren't tense because you're afraid those mechanic guards will arrest you the moment you set foot in the city?"

In the interest of subtlety, he'd forgone his usual attire, even the mask had been left behind on the nightstand when you'd gotten up this morning. The click of his tongue brought your mind back in time to hear the low grumble of a reply.

"You'd think so little of me? Nothing that can be traced back, of course," he paused for a moment, moving his free hand to your thigh and giving it a small squeeze, "and they're called 'gardemeks'."

Fontaine's Research Institute had filled the main streets with wondrous inventions, sounds of laughter reaching your ears the moment the aquabus docked. Neither of you had known beforehand about the festival, and you swore Dottore suddenly didn't seem as pale as he had seconds before.

It was always amusing to observe when he became so animated, eyes lighting up with an almost childlike sense of wonder as he paced around, prodding and fidgeting with anything they'd let him touch and then some.

He'd flashed you a toothy grin upon acquiring a fully functional miniature clockwork mecha, moving about the joints as the inventor happily gushed about how he'd optimized the pneumosia relays far beyond what should be possible.

A mistake on the inventors part, but who could fault him for disregarding the possibility that he might be aiding someone considered an enemy. You chuckled, shaking your head with a smile, on second thought, you could mention at least one person who might fault someone for that.

What had caught your eye in particular, was a large metal construction, the top barely visible from within the city. It didn't taken more than a tug at his sleeve and a glance cast towards the attraction before Dottore was making a beeline towards it. His enthusiasm paled when it came fully into view.

A large wheel made of metal beams, spinning languidly as small, colourful carts dangled from the framework. Colorful lights were scattered along the structure, adding to the oddly whimsical atmosphere around it. Before you could notice how wide Dottore's eyes had gotten, you were already trying to tug him closer, grunting at how much resistance the man was suddenly putting up.

Upon turning your head, confusion began to flood your thoughts. Why did he look almost afraid?

"You don't want to go with me?"

"I do, there is just," his eyes flickered and you knew he was lying, "something I must take a look at first. I'll join you in a moment, go on and get in line."

"Will you at least tell my why you're acting so strangely all of a sudden? Shouldn't you be excited about an opportunity to try something like this, the first of its kind? Sure, it's not as 'useful' as the stuff you make, but entertainment has value and I for one would like to-"

Before you could finish, he'd yanked your wrist and was holding you flush against his chest.

"Kinetosis. It's simply too... wild for me," he practically spat out the words, disdain dripping from the words.

You noted with a raised eyebrow that he'd turned his head away, the tips of his ears slightly pink. That in itself was enough to keep you from laughing despite the ridiculousness of something so painfully mundane being the cause of his anguish.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the trust it had no doubt taken to disclose. Despite knowing it would only last for the few days you had left in Fontaine, you couldn't help but relish in the feeling of such an inconsequential thing being the cause of your worries.

Link to the prompts

[askthekuvaqbrothers]

Previous part

“Whoooow!! Look at all this!!”

Argus failed to capture Rufus as he sprinted into the tower, listening to his voice become a distant echo.

“And he was the one saying we had to hurry.” He grumbled.

“Well, we have to find a boat now, so a little exploring wouldn’t hurt… right?” Cletus rocked on his heels as he made his case.

He got a deadpan look from Argus, then a sigh pushed through his nose.

“Go on then. But! Be careful!”

“Of course.”

And with a quick skip he too vanished into the tower with a series of ‘oohs’ and ‘aaahs’. He was trying to be cautious in this unknown territory, but as he followed his brothers, Argus could feel the same excitement brimming.

The inside of the building was nothing like Kuvaq. No jumble of junk and metal to make a settlement, but instead a singular building coherently made from wood, metal and other fancy material coloured in green and gold that were (relatively) still in one piece. There were even working lights helping keep the place illuminated as the sun began to sink. 

He found Cletus not too far in, now standing by a colourful wall that seemed to make a picture. 

“Look.” He began to point at parts, “These little guys are carrying big beams up ramps, and to the side these fancy ones, they're making fancy ornaments.”

It made Argus feel uneasy, “Guess it's showing them building this tower?”

“Hmm, maybe. I know which thing I’d help with.” He smiled and ran over to an odd item on the ground, its design elaborate and its function long forgotten, “Isn’t it cool?! Elysium is probably full of these right?”

He shook his head, “I- I don’t know. Where’s Rufus?”

As if on queue, the sound of giggles came from the door at the top of the ramp. The two brothers headed up to investigate, finding a small room filled with lights and machines, Rufus face first in one. 

“This is the coolest. Place. EVER.”

As he pulled back, there was a wad of something fluffy in his hand, which was promptly shoved in his mouth.

“Rufus! You know the rule about eating strange things from strange places!”

“It’s that you don’t.” Cletus helpfully added.

Once he’d licked his fingers, he stuck out his tongue, “Rules-shmools. I’m hungry, and this is food! Here, look-”

He went to another machine and slapped a button, causing it to dispense a fish on a stick, which was collected and shoved in Cletus’ mouth. 

“Hrmf?!”

“Fishy food! Hehe!”

“Rufus.” Argus took the stick before Cletus choked on it, pointing it accusingly at his hyperactive brother, “This is not helping us find Dad. Let’s go.”

The red-head groaned in annoyance, pointing back, “Uugh, I bet I could find one of those up your arse!” Cletus made a small gasp at such language, “Why are you being more of a bore than usual?”

“Because I am focused on finding Dad and getting home in a timely manner, without anyone getting hurt. What’s wrong with that?”

“We’re on an adventure! Adventures are always filled with danger and mystery and unknown things. And they can go on for ages! If you’re too focused on boring stuff like time then what kind of adventure is that?”

Cletus looked between his brothers, backing up to escape their argument. Rufus hadn’t been bowing out as easily in recent times, and he was worried they’d begin a tousle. 

“Adventures are for books and radio stories! And they’re about adults, not a stubborn little trash babies!”

“You take that back!”

They lurched forward, pressing their foreheads together as Cletus stepped back again, “C-come on, we shouldn't be fighting right no-!”

There was an echoing ‘CRACK’ as the floor gave away, and Cletus felt gravity take him down. Both brothers turned and reached for him, but even on snagging his hands, it was too late- they all fell.

After a short blackness, the afternoon sun hit them as they emerged under the tower. At that moment, Rufus saw their target below, and tried to adjust their trajectory by pulling at Cletus’ arm, twisting himself backwards so their positions reversed. Argus thankfully caught on, copying the motion, but also taking Rufus’ arm and twisting to the right. 

It was just enough to drop them into a large pipe, Argus taking the brunt on the impact as they began to slide down its length. After a long minute of holding each other, they came to a stop as the pipe deposited them into a small trash heap. They remained still, panting as they recovered.

“So uh, can we stop falling please?”

Suddenly they all broke into giggles. 

“Sure, let’s just stay as low as possible.”

Rufus pulled himself up first, dusting off and checking their new location. His eyes lit up, though he knelt back down and gestured for the other two to remain low. 

“Hey Cletus, would a pirate boat work?”

He adjusted his hair, “Well, a boat is a boat…” He peered up to inspect.

Argus rubbed at his shoulder, wincing, “But a pirate might not be so friendly…”

He joined the spying pair, also catching sight of the burly pirate in the massive hat, as well as his smaller crewmate, both sporting thick beards. They had two options…

[dddevilsadvocate]

1. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: here it is folks! the first chapter of the longest fic I’ve ever written. literally. 12 pages and counting. after the overwhelmingly horny positive reception on this post, I decided to split what I currently have into instalments and release them periodically as I edit them. there is no schedule lol I have ADHD and am also very not good at this 🥲

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

midnight had struck well over 2 hours ago. RAD’s 8am start crept closer and closer, like a cat upon a mouse. like a threat. and though you were in bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows, basking in the warmth of the body pressed against you, sleep could not reach you. there was no room for it.

the third eldest’s allocated “you” time - an entire 24 hours with you all to himself! - had started right as the new day did. at 0:03, you’d snuck into his room, where he’d been waiting like a lovesick puppy to show you what he’d done. he’d chosen a great movie for you two to watch; some niche title from his surprisingly robust comedic horror collection, apparently a Devildom cult classic. he’d even gone through all the trouble to have it projected onto his ceiling so you could easily see it from the comfort of his bed - which he’d rearranged into the perfect cuddle nook. snacks he’d fought to keep safe from Beel were laid out like a buffet. the lights of his tank were set to your favourite colour, casting a hazy glow over the space. 

everything had started innocently enough. you’d pressed your lips to his cheek, complimenting his efforts. he’d rushed to start the movie and practically dove into his tub, finally able to wrap his arms around you and rest his head atop yours. his chest rose and fell against you as he laughed at every slapstick gag, mandarin eyes sparkling when he realised you were laughing too. you don’t quite remember how he’d ended up under you, with his hands on your waist and your tongue between his lips, but you weren’t going to complain.

Levi had always been cautious of intimacy. he rarely went further than where he was with you right now, and even such familiar territory made him nervous. you feel the heat of the blush on his face as if you’re leaning over a fire. your kisses are sloppy, and his are desperate. his hands don’t dare stray from their places above your hips, but the lust he’s holding them back from sparks from his fingertips. he wants to let them roam. he wants to let then roam more than anyth-

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH

a sudden, violent rise in the movie’s volume comes like a bomb over your senses. you push yourself up from the demon, a scream tearing from your throat. Levi is just as startled; his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them as they study the room for the threat.

“AAAH WHAT THE HELL WAS TH- oh. th-the movie.” groaning, his head falls back against the pillow. “I completely forgot about that part… and that it was still playing…”

though your heart continues to pound against your sternum, you giggle. “my god.” running your fingers through his fringe brings his attention back to you. “we should probably turn that off and get some sleep now.”

you reach for the projector’s remote and click it off. but as you go to slide off the demon, his fingers suddenly dig into you. your shirt separates his skin from yours, but you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints. his grip is somehow full of panic, like he’s worried you’ll float away. “w-wait! wait. can… c-can we keep going?”

you smile. you can survive tomorrow’s classes with no sleep if it comes to that. and if you’re honest with yourself, sleeping wouldn’t be nearly as fun as continuing. “of course we-”

“can we go further? maybe?” despite threatening to, Levi’s voice does not waver. his eyes - golden and indigo like the most vibrant of sunsets - dart between yours from beneath furrowed brows. 

the shock of the question does not strike you as hard as his confidence does. your relationship with Levi had never been consummated in the traditional sense, but he wasn’t a stranger to the concept. the rock of your hips always left him a babbling mess. your hands brought him such pleasure he only lasted a minute the first time. and your mouth? god, it was like he was addicted. you’d never heard him - or anyone, for that matter - make such noise while actively trying not to. and yet, as much as he enjoyed the acts as they were happening, asking for them activated his fight or flight. red-cheeked and stuttering, until you saved him with your overwhelming perfection.

you figured he’d get to this question at some point, but you never thought he’d ask it in one smooth go.

“you… want to go further?” you arch an eyebrow. “how much further?”

Levi’s gaze darts to the door. you made sure to lock it behind you at his request, but now he seems worried a brotherly ear or two might be pressed against the other side. he stares for a moment before glancing back at you, unable to meet your eyes this time. he studies your lips, your chest, your shoulders, before his voice drops to a whisper: “a-all the way?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the response doesn’t come. nothing you think of seems appropriate in reply. if you say yes, you’d be the first being to have ever done so. Levi had never even asked anyone before - a confession Asmo had once drunkenly given on the otaku’s behalf. the amount of courage it must have taken to verbalise the question, to venture so far from his comfort zone… your heart swells. the poor demon must be scared shitless.

you don’t even entertain the idea of refusal. of all the centuries he’s had to ask this question, he’s asked you. he wants you.

finally, you cup his cheek in your hand. “I’d love to.” his eyes return to yours, staring wide and glossy over crimson cheeks.

“r-r-really?!” his voice squeaks. his expression is pure disbelief, like he was expecting you to echo his signature ‘disgusting reclusive weirdo’ tirade and flee back to your own room. when you smile again, leaning forwards so your forehead is pressed against his, he inhales sharply and tightens his grip on your waist.

“I’d be honoured, Levi.” your lips brush over his brow, his cheek, his nose. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise. just let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

(read the next part here)

[pinkrozezzz]

The Twitter Colour Wheel Challenge

In summary: I worked on that thingy for around 1-2 weeks, and it was fun! I really liked experimenting with the colours here♥

holy shit guys stop liking my Rook post THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO AAAH/j