#AAHHHH!!!!

[bondingearring]

Hey this is Silly Noises Anon! I’m just uh. Gonna put this right here. >:33

Odile shrieks as Mirabelle dangles her upside down, stomach roiling at the sight of a steep drop, a scream building at the back of her throat, rising like the tide. 

Mirabelle grins, a little sheepishly smug, tentatively mischievous, and leans in with her rough, sandpaper tongue. She rasps it across Odile’s tummy, giggling as her tiny prize begins to shriek for mercy that is very, very unlikely to arrive anytime soon. Odile wriggles upside down: helpless to stop laughing, helpless to get back up, helpless to do anything but sit there and wriggle as her poor little tummy is tortured.

Mirabelle has stars in her eyes. She retreats, setting Odile back onto her palm. “Cute!! Oh Change, Madame Odile, you’re so so so cute!!!! THE CUTESTEST!!!”

Odile squeaks as a nose is shoved against her belly and she is violently, thoroughly, lovingly nuzzled to death. She can’t help but laugh and laugh hard, tears springing to her eyes, legs kicking and hands slapping harmlessly at the face of her tormentor. 

Mirabelle’s pupils grow wide and dark and hungry. A twinge of something to the left of fear surges through Odile as Mirabelle’s smile falls, replaced by a look of intense, thoughtful concentration. Oh no no no, Odile thinks, oh Gems no, Gems nonono!

Something brushes softly across her side, prompting Odile to let out the world’s most humiliating squeak. She looks down, seeing the round tip of Mirabelle’s tail flicking playfully next to her, and her stomach drops as she realizes what new hell awaits her. 

She can’t believe she asked for this. She should’ve said no, no she does not want to ‘play’ like this right now, no she does not want to be played with like this at all, especially not when she’s stuck as a tiny little mouse of a thing. Of course not. She’s a grown woman and grown women do not like tickling so much they’ll happily let themselves get tortured with it. They especially do not squeak about the giggly, flustering torment. 

Mirabelle smiles, just as anxiously devious as before, and wiggles her fluffy tail into Odile’s belly. 

Odile makes a sound only dogs should be capable of hearing.

FUUUUCK.FUCK THIS IS CUUUUTEEE..microdile and kitybelle... AAH IM SUCH A HUGE FAN OF THIIISS... mira's "prey" that makes the most cutest little sounds to her ears!!! how could she not try to have odile make more of those little sounds for her!!!! HEHEE

AND ODILE HERE... GOD. her personal heaven and hell combination i think.victim to mirabelle cuteness aggression </3 she will be missed. cursed to be tickled and nuzzled over forever. a tragedy! for sure. odile is normal about this.

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

Kipperlilly Whatsherface asked Jawbone about where exactly YES! was born because that's where the Unnamed Dead God needs to summoned!!!

[klance-headcanons-official]

Eep!!!!!! Thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

FLYING TODAY!!!! GET TO SEE MY FRIENDS TODAY!!!!

[psalidodont]

i love you dearly old man

[darylgf]

getting home from work & seeing tumblr user tinysunshine updated

━━━ ✧˖° 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw: daddy kink, negan is a bad man, dubcon, dacryphilia, finger sucking, extreme manipulation

you’re a mess. but even with your puffy face, eyelashes wet, eyes red - you’re still the prettiest little thing negan’s ever seen.

you’re crying your heart out. and truth be told, normally, negan would find that pretty fucking hot. he cares about you, he really does, loves you even, although he’d never say the words out loud.

but even so, he loves to break you down. scare you bad enough with stories about what happens outside and inside the sanctuary walls. he tries to keep you away from the rest of the population, but he doesn’t make it a rule. knows, that a woman like you has no interest with the men that live here, and he knows that you have zero desire to hang out with his other wives. who would want to?

you’re pretty isolated, which gives him plenty of room to twist stories and make things seem worse than they really are. true, life is pretty gruesome for negan and everyone that follows him, for anyone who’s alive these days, but he can spin stories that’d make even some of his toughest men lose sleep at night.

he loves to get you all upset and frightened, and he can see in your eyes before your tears fall, that you’re not sure what to really be scared of. negan himself, the man you married, or the shitty new life everyone’s been forced into because of the walker virus. one of these days, he hopes he’s appreciated - kind of remarkable, that he turned a pile of shit into something he could be king of. nobody appreciates that.

especially not you.

he knows that it’s probably him that you’re scared of more than just life itself, or maybe it’s a little bit of both - but you’ve got no one else to go to for comfort. so you straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, and he hugs you tight, tells you that everything will be alright in a mocking tone, lips by your ear and his voice soft.

“i know, honey, i know,” he’ll coo, rubbing your back while you sniffle into his shoulder. you can’t see how big he’s grinning, loves the fact that he’s broken you down enough to seek comfort from the man you should be seeking vengeance against, for what he’s done to you and the people you love.

but you squeeze him tighter at that, like his comfort actually means something, and you’re always so warm, always smell so sweet. negan thinks it’s just your natural scent. his dick chubs up at the thought. “i’d never let anything bad happen to my girl,” he’ll tease, pressing a kiss to your temple. “favorite wife of mine.”

you’ll lift your head from his shoulder to look at him, fear on your face, or maybe something like disgust. negan doesn’t really care. it’s pretty fucking sick, this whole game he plays with you. even more sick, because he’s the only one who knows the game is being played.

you bite your lip, blink slowly, and your wet eyelashes make him think of the way you look when you’re on your knees, sucking him off. for a woman that says that she hates him, it’s sort of funny how much you act like you don’t. sitting here, clinging to him. the way you blow him, like it’s something you really enjoy doing.

he makes a mental note for the next time you suck him off, to reach his fingers into your little panties that he makes his men travel far and wide to find for you, so he can see if sucking him off makes you as wet as he thinks it does.

“you know, i really shouldn’t tell you those stories. i’m sorry, sweetness, i just,” he pretends like he fucked up by telling you anything, as if he doesn’t spend most of his day, thinking about ways to shake you up. it’s pretty twisted, but damn is it fun.

“i just forget that you’re a sensitive thing. world’s too scary for a girl like you, huh?” and he’s being mean. mocking you. reminding you that you’ve been reduced to this - something for him to fuck and play with, like a little mouse that somehow wandered into a cat’s reach. remind you, that you’re not the woman he found you as. you’ve got no fight left in you, you’ve got no stupid fucking boyfriend, no group. those were all things you had, key word. but now you’re just -

negan’s.

you manage to calm yourself down, probably because you don’t want him to be right, that you’re sensitive and unable to handle the reality of the world. even if the world he’s talking about is just a scary story. god, negan is good sometimes. he impresses himself, with his dark little games.

he slips a hand under your skirt to rest it on your plush little ass. the material of your panties feels so delicate under his palm, and when you rest your hands on his shoulders, he places his other hand on your waist. you’re so perfect, every single curve of you. absolutely beautiful, especially when you’re crying.

“guess ‘m just a little sad today,” you explain, as if this isn’t your regular mood most days. you shrug so cutely, and negan has to fight back a grin. you are such a fucking cutie pie, that’s for sure.

“aw, honey,” he mocks sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. you don’t even flinch, don’t pull back. maybe it’s just his imagination, but it feels like you lean closer. “‘s okay to be sad. god knows i am most days,” another lie, but who’s counting? you nod, like he’s giving you life changing advice or something. and instead of straddling him, you sit down fully on his lap, little thing you are. you move your hands to rest on his chest.

he wonders if you can feel his hard cock. maybe you can, and you just pretend not to. either way, you’re going to get fucked soon, but for now, negan’s content playing the good guy.

“you want me to stop telling you those scary stories?” he asks, like he’s doing you a favor. but he knows what you’re going to say. you’ve still got some dignity left in you. you shake your head, try to wipe some tears off your face. jeez, you’re really fucking pretty when you’re upset.

“no,” you say, biting your lip. “i want to hear them. i need to hear them. i just,” you trail off again. looking away from him, and he can’t have that.

he moves his hand off your waist and cups your pretty face, gently forcing you to look back at him. uses his thumb to wipe some of the tears off your face -

and then, because he’s negan, because he can do whatever the fuck he wants, he brings his thumb to your lips, presses softly against them until you open up, suck his thumb into your mouth. he nearly groans at the sight.

“know what you need, honey,” he murmurs, trying not to smile too big, because he’s got to act like this is for you. getting you all upset, turning you into a nervous crybaby - it’s all for you to look to him for comfort.

you’re the only wife he can be sweet to, because you’re the only wife who fell for this fucked up little game he plays. he feels your tongue against his finger, and he has to make a point not to thrust his hips up for some friction.

“just need daddy to take care of you,” he says, and he means it this time. there’s no mocking, no degradation. he really knows what you need - because he’s the reason you need it. you nod with his finger in your mouth and it looks so silly, but that only makes his dick harder. your hands wrap around his wrist to hold his hand in place so you can keep sucking on his finger, and yeah - he does smile at that.

you calm yourself down with your mouth on his thumb, and he bounces his knee and gives you different fingers to play with. you suck on his pointer and middle finger while he tells you how brave you are, when you’re the farthest thing from it, tells you how safe you are, here with him.

and then he pulls his fingers out, uses that same hand to dip into your panties, feel your soft, wet folds with his spitty fingers, and he knows how much you like this too.

shit, he thinks, leaning in to kiss you. your lips taste sweet, and he wonders if it’s your lipgloss or the strawberries he fed you earlier. you let him kiss you, no fight left in you. in fact, you chase after his tongue with your own. maybe you’re playing the game too.

“daddy,” you murmur against his lips, and out of everything he’s done today to get a reaction out of you that he wants, this is by far the best. “want you to fuck me. pretty please, need it.”

so he does. of course he does.

negan never said he wasn’t generous.

[clankit]

Ides of March coinciding with my last day of college. I am being stabbed to death

[random-cockroach]

Have been moving and cleaning drafts, found doodles

Also found when wanted to make Prowl or Jazz with bicycle alt, started with Prowl and understood "Wait, I headcanon that Prowl is better at shooting, it's better for him to shoot while riding since he sucks at the rest"

And also. Senator Shockwave is. He is so harmonical in biology scientist setting in my head and according palettes. Like, I don't know, most of the times when I try to imagine him with backgrounds I always look at something alive, green, growing. If I remember correctly in IDW he said that would have liked to be one and explore world. This man could get so much more...

[raphodraws]

trying to draw a little here and there while the extension of the depths is kicking my ass ✌

[beetleboness]

I know what im doing tonight bois

Vintage Crochet Pattern Eggor the Invader Green Alien

(The link is the pattern, not the actual product!)

[tatakaeeren]

Geto and our his girls 💖

[oddlyzephyrous]

Hand Studies - Malevolent

Hands are John / Parker / Arthur / Kayne ^_^

I was doing some hand studies and decided to practice what I learned! I'm actually immensely proud of this. Also very excited to be working with screentones! I feel like they have such perfect vibes for Malevolent art, very classy, very detective :D

(fun fact: i tried to make the hands look like full grown man piano player hands but i was using my own hands as reference, which are very much Not That. I think it turned out well regardless, hehe )

reblogs are very much appreciated! :D

[sofibeth-arts]

Chris Sanders' unlikely duos just hit different.

[itsallaboutbl]

👀😏

[creamqueen]

the way u draw him is so edible im in love

guess who my favorite person is to draw recently....

[theside-b]

THE J-BL DROUGHT IS OVER!

The kings are back june 13th with SIX episodes!

They might be in a lovey-dovey state, but in the sequel, there is a “thorny and painful road” that seems set to test their love…

The first season is available on gaga and I cannot recommend it enough!