#yeahhhhhhh if only

[clockworkreapers]

The calm before the storm, we always wish it would last longer.

[sticcmann]

ive come to make an announcement. jadow the jedgehog is a jitch jass jotherfucker

[fragrantpines]

I'VE WON

[mxdraws]

Messengers and Freaks of Nature

[timetravelstudies]

OMG theyre making a ganbare nakamura kun anime ????

[lilgynt]

my mom found the thing that started the fight that got me kicked out. so i was right. in my fantasies this happens and it’s great in real life im gonna jump her

[ruairy]

.

[rosicheeks]

i hope you know that you’re still super young, and it’s okay to feel like you haven’t gotten far in life, because you have so much of it left to live 💖💖💖 your life isn’t over at 23, there’s still a lot of time to be whatever you want. just take your time figuring it out 💖🥰

-🌸

💖

[nubbims]

AU!Alex if he finally manages to turn full on boogeyman

Silent Hill (2006)

[yudrein]

haven't been this serious for something in a while

[caramelmochacrow]

*shaking wet rat* hello.

[isjasz]

[Day 273]

ECLIPSE DAY ECLIPSE DAY ECLIPSE DAY :DDDDDDD but I realized I really want to polish this and don't want to rush it so I'll finish it tmr!

+ some of my eclipse photos under the cut bc why not LOL YEAHHHHHHH

Can you tell I'm obsessed. Want to sincerely apologize rn if I only paint the eclipse & related things for like the rest of the week. it might very much happen /HJ

[nights-at-crystarium]

I think people might be forgetting ShB and what the burger catboy's really capable of, though lacking in sheer physical strength he may be in comparison to Estinien.

Raha sees the Bigger Picture (tm). He has a superbrain and a century worth of practical wisdom. He hasn't only outsmarted Emet-Selch, but survived him. He's an all-rounder.

Making a pause before dropping the biggest argument.

He's obsessed with the wol. Slow down and imagine the potential flipside of his special interest. His sheer intimate knowledge of what makes the wol tick would give him an advantage. Despite the ample screentime spent together, I don't think Estinien knows the wol this well.

That being said, his biggest advantage is also his weakness. He definitely might falter. But if we're discussing the scenario where Everyone Is Serious, where he's properly motivated to forego his simping, he'd use all the resources at his disposal, and win.

I just had this thought awhile ago and now I am curious to see what y'all would think.

Imagine a scenario where they have to fight the Wol with all their strength,maybe the Wol got possessed(again),lost control,or whatever final fantasy shenanigans would happen,which of them would have the best chance of defeating the Wol?

[joannasteez]

conejita

pairing: damian priest x reader warning: smut. nsfw!! use of pet name. “conejita” means “bunny” authors note: yeahhhhhhh…. expect more probably? this also works as a “sister fic” to @harmshake recent damian fic because we’ve been at it for days talking about this man lmaooooo. word count: like 800 i think…. tags: @333creolelady @kill-the-artiste

"mhphm".

a bright, little noise. sounding from the throat. a little broken. shuddered up really. far too breathy to be anything other than delicate. like a feather. flitting and fragile. a trembling in your legs, the weight of his touch—his caress and the sweep of his thumbs, just there, swirling over your nipples—a measured thing that makes your head spin. a swimming behind the eyes. 

you dig into him. needful. nails holding over the motion of his hands. searching for a reprieve, some grounding. thighs spread wide, an accommodation despite the ache. his frame, his build, kneeing into the sheets, your legs bent over his waist. that full, woodsy note to his cologne rushing your nose. bathing your lungs. everything of him, everywhere. a full consumption. lip bitten teeth, tender from that awful fight with patience. a taunting song under the skin, a quick tempo, pulsing deep, right there, trailing from the pit of your belly till its unfurling harsh in your clit. the tender little nub, untouched still, the fabric of your panties darkened and damp. the lavender color ruined by that awful fight still.

and he's particular about these things. colors and scents and temperaments. loves your skin in pastels and littered with spicy, sweet notes. drapes the room in a silent expectation. those eyes. those hands, kneading in again. a soft pinch that makes your breath hitch. and he's unblinking here. looming over. hair falling over his shoulders and his shoulders wide. littered with ink and flexing strong. 

and he's cupping your breast still. a deep thorough touch. a luring out that won't stop till his satisfaction warms over into a hot bursting. lips pulling in to join. a peak of tongue. sweeping the tip of it over. kissing sweetly. a dangerous repetition. soft slipping tongue, wet and curling. a hiss through your teeth and that faithful hitch in your hips. a sharp, ill-mannered grind into nothing but the fabric of your panties. a dirty mixture singing from your throat. a groan and a whine. that awful fight with patience. shallow breaths and a sweet little shake in your hands. 

he breaks off your skin with a pop. humming dark. his eyes closed. focused. fighting with his patience just the same. and what a terrible fight it is. his tight shoulders sagging just the slightest bit. suckling your nipple whole. like the taste there is too much of not enough. like perhaps if he stayed a little longer, that full satisfaction will come, only to find that it's a long ways away. so he stays, groaning into the skin. cheeks hallowing. a lewd sweeping over as he pulls in. your fingers in his hair. a lazy run into his scalp. 

"...fuck...", breaking brightly. thumbing the nape of his neck. arching up into him. the pillows stuffed under your hips soft, as you roll into him. 

he moves, catches your lips into a sloppy kiss. licking in to taste the balm there. another hum that speaks to that reach of satisfaction. a flavor that catches ahold at his tongue, sinking into the palette till he's breaking with a rough shiver all over. the tender split of your lips play into the air. a sweet twist. touch roaming else where, a fine grazing over your belly, closer and yet so far away still. his fingers done up with cold metal rings. that awful fight with patience seemingly the greatest losing battle. your breaths shallow still. hips canting again. eager and a little ways away from unmodified. 

he smiles. kisses your lips and your cheeks. pulls himself upright. pushes against the bend in your knee. the other hand playing and toying with the damp fabric of would be lavender panties. humming amused. your breath hitching again, his thumb sneaking under the messy fabric to glide faint. a dangerous tease of a touch, enough to verify his presence and nothing more. and when you moan annoyed, rife with a terrible ache, he pinches firm. snags your clit between his thumb and pointer for a short little tug. a softness to his eyes that make you melt into the bed. "...my precious girl", he breathes. amused still. "...what'd i say about breathing? about patience huh?...", a note of something firm in his tone. waiting for that sure compliance to befall. your body settling more, releasing, breaths coming easier. "...there you go". 

"damian...", you lament. a grief there in the tone from all that terrible build of an ache. 

and when he peels over the mess of your panties to reveal your pussy, a groan shifts the air. leaves his belly and urges from his throat. like he's been testing his own patience just as harshly, willing himself into waiting, delaying the sweetness of this for a tastier gratification. the thickness of his fingers sink in. a delicious, slow, agonizing stretch that leaves you arching off of those gentle soft pillows again. feeling him nestle deep, enough till he's wet and sticky at his knuckles. lip tucked under his teeth. "how's that feel baby?"

"..i want more..", you groan. grinding to stroke along his fingers. 

he pats your thigh. short bursting stings that keep you from falling too far too fast out of his methods. "...easy hermosa, you'll get everything you need, right? don't i always do that for you?"

you look to him. lashes wet from the overwork of your nerves, nodding quickly. 

he looms over again. the smell of him rolling in. his lips kissing at your ear. slotting his fingers through the tight pulse of your pussy for a lazy little working in. 

"my little conejita".

[st-froy]

I only ever knew you as the guy that made funny bone men do funny men things I was so bamboozled when I saw that really serious looking comic you have no idea. Anyway what the f u n does the comic mean if I can ask

Heyo! I’m glad u remember my main mo lol. I just wanted to branch out and fulfill my childhood dream 😭😭😭

And what the comic means that I LOVE ANGST YEAHHHHHHH !!! We are getting GOOPIFIED here bby !!

[sperm-banksy]

miguel purposefully giving reader lots of fluids to drink then fucking them silly. reader tells miguel to stop for a second because she has to use the restroom, but miguel doesn't stop and makes reader piss all over him. 👀

┊͙ 🅟🅘🅢🅢 🅓🅐🅓🅓🅨 🅜🅘🅖🅖🅨 ┊͙

Tags: short, drabble, piss, daddy!Miguelxfem!reader (not incest dw youth group weirdo’s)

OHHOHOHO YEAHHHHHHH

Miguel just likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself and staying hydrated. He’s always filling up your water bottle, because he’s so sweet and attentive! Not for any other reason!!

And when he’s got your feet behind your fucking head to bully his cock into you as far as possible, you feel like you’re going to explode.

Miguel pushes one large palm against your abdomen, and you swear you can feel his cock in your throat. That’s when you feel it, the build up, the culmination of Miguel’s sweet attention.

“You take me so well Mami, this pussy was made for me.”

You preen at his words, but there’s an all too familiar tingle that’s building in your bladder.

“Da- Daddy,” you hiccup, “I gotta, I need to use the bathroom.” And Miguel can’t help but coo at how sweet and worried you sound. He brushes a tear from your burning cheek.

“I want you to make a mess f’me, Princess, you can do that for Daddy right?” The gears turn pitifully slow in your fuck-out mind, but realization hits you like an ice bath.

Miguel gives you no time to argue, pressing down against your tummy hard and slapping his balls against your ass with fervor. In this position, you can’t cross your legs for relief. You’re being dutifully and purposely fucked wide open with no opportunity to stop what’s about to come out.

You’re doomed once he starts rubbing your clit, babbling please’s and Daddy’s and a humiliating, Gonna make a mess.

“I know you are, Mami. Let me see it, make a mess all over Daddy.”

And you can’t tell if your cumming or pissing first, but everything comes out at once with a pitiful sob. You and Miguel are both covered in your piss and tears and drool, and you only stop crying when Miguel pushes his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on.

You’re gooey and warm like he’s never felt before. Miguel’s newly baptized with your mess all over him, and cums deep inside your still-spasming cunt.

“Such a sweet. Messy. Naughty. Little thing.” He kisses your leaking pussy with every word. Open mouth and warm tongue bringing you sack down into reality.

He’ll lick and nibble at your spent hole until you’re trying to rip him away, he’ll give you a break eventually. Probably. Maybe.

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