#squeak is my boy so... yes! he is the quality of this

[smurfettxyz]

My apocalypse team 😎

I don't think I would survive 🤡 But I would try my best not to turn into a zombie like Buster

Barley is the doctor because I want him on my team anyway. ( The same for 8 bit)

Bull and rosa are good fighters, i know El primo is good too but i like these two more than him. Sorry primo.

Buster is the First to die Because... well everyone know why..

Squeak is sooo cute right? Well well... of course i don't let him die, anyway he Will be safe here with meeee.

I don't know Exactly what "brains" mean But i Just I put it there because I didn't really understand what "brains" meant.

Colt can be a good team leader? Well i don't know But i think yes Of course! He is a sheriff so he can be a leader too! Like Rick of "The walkind Dead" haha.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

I don't usually write the Papas a lot but i wanted to explore the dynamic between Copia and Perpetua so. There.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

"Hello to you too," Perpetua snorts, pushing past Copia and into the temporary office he's been holed up in.

"Its two in the morning."

Perpetua shrugs, looking around. He avoids the painted eyes of the woman he never knew to be his mother, represses a shiver when it gets him to accidentally meet those of his father's portrait instead. Same eyes as his, same as the twin brother glaring daggers at his back.

"Tour starts in two days. You should rest."

Copia's toned is clipped, his worry directed at the quality of the show Perpetua will have to put on rather than the man himself. Can't really blame him. The new Papa grabs a black and white rat scurrying on the armchair he set his eyes on and plops down in it, curiously holding the squirmy creature at eye level.

"What-" Copia squeaks, "what are you doing ? Set her down !"

Perpetua pets the soft furr on top of the little thing's head, unbothered. Copia makes an aborted move to reach for his beloved pet, but Perpetua keeps her close to his chest.

"Your ghoul bit me," he hums conversationally, deciding to let the rat go for Copia's blood pressure' sake. Relieved, the man deflates, sinks into the cushions of the couch facing Perpetua.

"Which one ?"

"The one that wants my head on a spike."

Copia's chuckle surprises both of them, hangs heavy in the following silence. He clears his throat.

"...doesn't narrow it down much."

Perpetua tugs a glove off, nods toward the teeth imprint, jarring against pale skin.

"Had to get a new pair of gloves, he tore right through them. I hope he's not venemous."

Copia shakes his head, tugging his collar open with a tired sigh.

"The only one who's venemous is Pebble, and it's more a sedative than an actual life-threatening venom. What did you do to piss Dew off anyway ?"

Perpetua glares at Copia with an indignant huff, crossing his arm petulantly.

"I did absolutely nothing, that ghoul just wants me dead in a ditch. And how do you know it was him ?"

Copia rolls his eyes so hard it looks painful, slumping against the backrest with a scoff.

"Fucking V. Those are my ghouls, you don't think I know what their bites look like ?"

Perpetua blinks, slowly, hoping that within the pause he's allowing, Copia will realize how batshit insane that is. Apparently not, because the man just stares him down expectantly.

"...no ? Normal people don't just recognize bite marks ?"

Copia levels him with a stare, eyebrows raising.

"Since when the fuck am I considered normal ? This whole bloodline is freaks after freaks, you included, bat boy."

"Oh, so when Phantom's special interest is bats, or when you dress up as one, it's okay, but when I do, I'm weird ? Rat boy ?"

Perpetua knows he's pushing it, but despite his longing for an actual, non antagonistic reationship with his twin brother, he cannot help how annoyed he feels the second Copia gets snarky. The man in question throws him a dirty look.

"Do not drag Phantom into this."

Perpetua throws his glove at him, which lands with an objectively hilarious slapping noise square on the man's face.

"Oh, settle down, you dick, I meant no harm. He's actually the only one not actively trying to disembowel me."

Copia throws the glove back with a grunt. Not for the first time, Perpetua notices how much older than himself he looks, wiry grey strands running through his hair, deep wrinkles creasing his face. he finds no pleasure in this realization, only sadness and a wave of apprehension. Is it going to happen to me too ?

"He's too kind to you."

"Yes, yes, you think I deserve to get publicly executed for taking your place, I know, we've been over it already."

Though he's trying to play it off as light-hearted, bitterness crawls its way up Perpetua's throat as he says it. To his immense surprise, Copia blanches, straightening suddenly, hands clasping together compulsively.

"Don't joke about that shit," he snaps, voice tight. Strange. Copia's easily flustered, but he usually takes Perpetua's shit better than that. It's unusual to see him wringing his hands and mumbling to himself after just one sarcastic comment. It dawns on Perpetua there might be something else to it when he catches the haunted look on his brother's face, when he watches him get up and rip his gloves off to frantically wash his hands in a small sink hidden in the corner of the room.

"Why are you here ? Because I know you're not going to come crying to me everytime a ghoul bites you," Copia grumbles once he recomposed himself, gloves back on and face almost neutral. Perpetua toys with the fingers of his glove.

"Can't a man want to spend time with his brother ?"

Copia scoffs, kicking a cushion with a somber look.

"We're hardly more than strangers sharing genes."

Okay, ouch, but guess it's not that far from the truth. Perpetua sighs. To think he was considered petty as a child.

"Okay. We'll, i'd like for us to be actual brothers."

Copia tenses, shoulders raising toward his ears. His eyes are lost, far, far away from here, from this conversation. He doesn't sound snappy when he answer, but small. Sad.

"I had real brothers."

His hands are clasped again, with enough strenght to make the leather of his gloves creak. Perpetua leans forward in his seat, too earnest.

"Tell me about them. Tell me about Mom. Tell me about-"

"Trust me, you do not want to know shit about Dad."

But it's not a no. Copia's face scrunches up for a second as he glances at the empty space on his left, grumbling something that sounds a lot like "fuck off", though definitely not directed at Perpetua. It's not the first time he sees it happening, but he decides now is not the time to push his luck. Copia sighs, gesturing toward the man he insist on not calling his brother.

"What do you want to know ?"

Perpetua takes a deep breath, and asks.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

fem!reader being a voyeur when sub!ethan is masturbating while moaning her name repeatedly, and she gets really turned on. she decides to make her presence known and help him out. lots of dirty talk and praise please 🙏

thank you so much!

I hope you like this! I totally left it open for a part 2 if you want it lmao, my bad🫠

Come & Go - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: When you forgot something at Ethan and Chad's apartment, you discover that your friend thinks about you when he's alone.

Contains: Voyeuristic!Reader, oral - m recieving, male masturbation, hand job. Friends to lovers trope(yes, again. I'm so sorry but I love a friends hooking up scenario.)

A/N: Ya girl is back with the cliffhangersssss. 🙃 If y'all want a 2nd part, let me know💕

On your way to your morning class, you noticed your backpack felt lighter than usual. You soon realized that your laptop was missing, because you’d left it at Ethan and Chad’s the night before when you were studying with the two boys.

You always ran into Chad on the way to your first class, so you stood and waited for him where your paths usually crossed, hoping you’d see him. You thought about texting Ethan, knowing he didn’t have a morning class, but you noticed Chad walking your way when you were about to pull your phone out.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, noticing the slight look of panic on your face.

“I left my laptop at your apartment last night. Can I borrow your key? Or should I text Ethan?” you asked, as Chad started to shake his head.

“Whatever you do, don’t text Ethan. He get’s so grumpy when he doesn’t have a morning class and someone wakes him up,” you laughed a little at Chad’s words as he pulled his key ring out of his pocket and slid off the apartment key. “He might not get mad if it’s you, though,” he smirked, handing you the key.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, as he put his hands up in front of him.

“Nothing, just…He has a soft spot for you,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I’ll give this back to you at lunch,” you said, turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction towards their apartment.

You kept thinking about Chad’s comment about Ethan having a soft spot for you, but you had one for him, too. You’d had a crush for the longest time but didn’t know how to talk to him about it because you were so close. His dorky little qualities were so cute to you, and he was always so playful and sweet to you.

When you made it to the front door of the apartment, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, knowing how it can squeak if it’s opened too quickly. After you closed it, you started to tiptoe across the floor, trying to be as quiet as you could. You tried to remember the last place you had it, and after checking the kitchen and living room, the only other place was Ethan’s room.

You stood outside his cracked door, debating if you should try to sneak in and grab it without waking him, but you knew he’d probably wake up and be absolutely terrified when he noticed someone was in his room. You didn’t have the chance to think about it much longer, as you heard him start to move around a little. You took a deep breath and backed away, not wanting to seem like a total creep that was just lurking outside of his door if he happened to walk out of his room.

He didn’t though, and you started to hear him whimpering. Your curiosity got the best of you, stepping back towards the door and peaking through the small crack. Your eyes grew wide when you saw him on his bed shirtless, his sweatpants pulled halfway down his thighs, and his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He was slowly stroking himself when your bottom lip went in between your teeth at the sight.

Your panties started to get damp when his hand movements sped up, moans starting to slip past his lips.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” he said, his eyes shut. He was obviously imagining someone, and you were curious who he thought about that way. Your question was soon answered when you heard your name.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wondering how long he’d been thinking about you like this.

Then, he opened his eyes and reached over to his phone that was lying on the bed beside him. You soon recognized the video he was playing, the one from when you and your friends had recently gone on a weekend trip. You shared a room with Ethan, Chad and Tara, and he wouldn’t stop picking on you the entire time. He snatched your phone out of your hand that day, and used his height against you as he held your phone above his head. You started to beg him for it, his name sounding whiney as it rolled off your tongue.

He'd regularly masturbated to the video, because he loved the way you sounded, and the way your cleavage was slightly exposed from your low-cut shirt. At the end of the video, you tackled him onto the bed and straddled him as you tried to get your phone back, and that was always the part that made him cum. He was a virgin, after all. It didn’t take much.

He kept stroking as you watched him, his eyes starting to close again as he listened to the way you sounded and pretended you were there with him, giving him the pleasure he was feeling. The throbbing between your legs was starting to get unbearable as he kept moaning and gasping your name the closer he got. Part of you wanted to walk in and help him out with it, but how could you explain yourself, and what if he got embarrassed? You didn’t want him to feel that way for thinking dirty thoughts about you.

He looked like he was starting to get frustrated, like he was so close to cumming but couldn’t. You felt a little sad for him, but also for yourself, because you were desperate to see him cum.

 You decided to push away any thoughts of the negative reaction he may have as you eased the door open further and walked in. His eyes shot open, and he quickly grabbed a blanket to cover himself and fumbled with his phone to pause the video.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he rushed out, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“So, you weren’t just jerking off to a video you took of me?” you questioned, a smirk playing on your lips as his cheeks started to turn red.

“Uh, how long were you out there?” he asked, as you started to blush. You quickly got your confidence back, though, not wanting the moment to be any more awkward than he was already making it.

“Long enough,” you giggled, sitting on the side of his bed, “Do you want some help with that?”

“No..wait, yes…,” his eyes finally connected to yours as he tripped over his words, not sure what the right answer would be.

“Which is it, baby?” you asked, your hand rubbing against his thigh as he started to pull the blanket away.

“Please touch me,” he sighed, the cool air against his painfully hard cock giving him chills.

You leaned over to kiss him first, his nervousness clear as he tried to kiss you back. He got the hang of it soon enough, even getting confident enough to fight your tongue for dominance as you made out. You let him win the fight, as his tongue moved against yours inside your mouth. When you pulled away to focus on his cock, his teeth bit your bottom lip, the action making you even more wet.

“You want my hand? Or my mouth?” He groaned at your question, because he’d thought about both, and always wondered how it would feel.

“Maybe your hand first,” he said, as you nodded and reached over, taking his erection in your hand. He looked between your eyes and your hand as you started to move, almost in disbelief that this was even happening.

"Hey, look at me," you said, your tone full of lust as his eyes stayed on yours. "Does that feel good baby?" he nodded, "Do you think about me like this a lot?"

"Always. Ever since we first met," he said, your hand speeding up a little. "You're just so fucking hot."

"Why didn't you say anything? You know how many times we could've hooked up by now?" your words made him groan, regretting not saying something sooner. "I can't wait to taste your cum."

It didn’t take long before he was whimpering, the sweet boy falling apart in front of you as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cum too quick, because he didn’t want to seem like the loser virgin he felt like he was, and he really wanted to feel your mouth.

“Okay..uh, can you suck it?” he mumbled out, making you laugh as you leaned down and licked the precum dripping out of his tip. “Fuck.”

You repositioned yourself on the bed so you were laying on you tummy in between his parted legs, his eyes staring into yours as he anticipated your next move.

“I’ll suck your cock, but I want to hear you moan my name again when I do.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as his cock started to slip past your lips that were still swollen from the heated kiss. "God your mouth feels so good."

You reached up and grabbed one of his hands that was gripping his sheets and put it on your head as you took him further back in your mouth. He wanted to grip your hair, but he wasn’t sure if that would make you uncomfortable, and he didn’t want you to stop, so he decided to run his fingers through it. You were unsatisfied with his lack of showing you how good he was feeling, so you started to hum. The simple vibrations made his hips jolt, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He grabbed a handful of your hair when you gagged around him, not too hard, but enough to make you moan.

Your name kept flying out of his mouth as his grip got even tighter, his salty precum on your tongue as he started to get close.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whimpered, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could, the gagging sending him over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, his eyes not looking away from you as you sucked every last drop he had to offer out of his cock.

You sat up to look at him, a grin on your face as you took in his fucked-out expression.

“That was amazing,” he said, as you started to snuggle up beside him. He laid there, trying to figure out the best way to ask you if he could return the favor, but every string of words that ran through his head had him rolling his eyes at how inexperienced he was.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, listening to his heartbeat.

“Uh…would you be against me doing something…um, for you?” he finally got out, making you laugh a little.

“You can, but we’ll have to do it later. I need to get to my next class. I forgot my laptop earlier,” you said, as he glanced over to his desk and saw it sitting there.

“Wait, how’d you get in here?” he asked, as you slid Chad’s key out of the pocket of your jeans. “Ah, okay.”

“I really hate that I have to cut this short, but you have a class to get to as well,” you said, standing up and sliding off his bed onto your feet. “But I’m really looking forward to you making that up to me.”

He smiled at your words as you leaned down to kiss him, before grabbing your laptop and leaving to get to your next class.

The sexual frustration was looming over your head. You couldn’t wait for Ethan to take care of you. As you listened to your professor talk, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out to see a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Chad has a late class tonight, you should come over.😘

Your pussy started to throb as you read the text, and you knew how hard it would be to keep your composure for the rest of the day, especially when he’d be at lunch with you and your friends in less than an hour.

You: Is 5 okay?

Ethan: That gives me plenty of time to do all the things I want to do to you. See you soon, baby😏

[cook1emadness]

YOUR HONOR!

EHEM EHEM *REMOVING THE CAPTIONS*

I've been starving to see more side/background characters in madness combat 😔

Please! Could you do anything for Jorge and church?

Or the Fanatics Or the Bandits?

Anything you're comfortable with!!

Not sure if it should be romantic or platonic though

OK, JORGE AND CHURCH!! MY DUMB BELOVED IDITOTS!!! GET OVER HERE!!!

This one is going to be romantic ;]

Your honor, are you prepared. . .

Jorge And Church, The G03LM Duo!!!!

Romance~:

Oh boy, these guys, were confident as fuck when they confessed to you, because they believe you 100% say yes.... and you did(if you said no, church would be hurt as fuck and in denial)

Anyway, basically, church and jorge are your bodyguards, but chaotic, making you the most sane person in the world... sort of.

Now, I think jorge and church would always show of their skills. Yes, even their muscles. If you compliment them or praise them a little, they're confidence boost up ALOT.

Being in a relationship with them, you gotta be affectionate. These guys not only love the compliments, but they LOVE hugs you give them even if church denies it. Jorge won't. He knows he's deserves it.

Everyone can tell they're in a relationship with you. Why? Because they always keep showing off their lover, aka you.(sanford and deimos were unamused).

For church, his nicknames for you are mostly pip squeak or mouse, sometimes shortie. Meanwhile, for jorge, it's similar but may call you by your nickname that your parents or family member came up( sorry if your nickname is to embarrassing for you).

Despite being stubborn, they would sometimes listen to you, but the moment your not around, CHAOS!! which is why everyone in the MERC always call you. Your basically like an owner.

Forgot to mention that they get jealous, especially if you happen to know sanford or deimos.

You have to reassure them that you love them and no one else. Why? Because Church and Jorge may or may not try to kill that poor grunt.

The dates are mostly the cafeteria, them taking you to fast food places, even if alotvfucked up shit is going on and most importantly playfights, don't worry they go easy on you and maybe bully you a little.

Oh boy, if a random idiot hurts you, they better start running and trying to hide because good lord, they don't let shit slide. I kid you not, if they can track sanford and deimos. They can find that poor fool instant.

Now jorge and church have the same love language. For both physical touch, both would love to feel your arms trying to wrap around them, they find it funny and they like to have you close to them, it makes them feel better than your safe with them.

If they had a second love language, I think it would be quality time, I can imagine them trying to get your attention while you watch to listen to them either rant or show off, maybe even playfights.

Despite being rude and cocky, they both love you even if you are small or big. They love you... plus, they give a shirt that says, "Size matters." :D

I hope you like this one, I might do bandits or fanatics, but I have other requests to finish, so I hope you have a good day and night

[dubiousduskwight]

Day 1: Steer

When he was a kid and things had been better, Rorogino’s mother had made a point of telling bedtime stories to he and his siblings in that fraction of years when they were young enough to demand and be enthralled by such moments. She never told them anything of Sharlayan origin; after the first few attempts, the attitude among the Papagino family was that stories should be about more than excelling at schoolwork and certainly shouldn’t require footnotes. Instead, they settled on the kind of insomnia-inducing Gridanian beditme story about clever boys and girls coming upon wildlings and witches in the woods. Though menaced by dark magics and a dangerous forest, quick wits let them bargain with their foes and good hearts let them get what they wanted while skirting the consequences and reach their happy ending.

At the time, he’d loved those stories. Twenty years, one expulsion, and two major changes in life circumstances later, and he was now of the opinion that the kids in those tales were a pack of worthless ingrates.

“You’re asking too much,” Emyr said. Rorogino wasn’t looking at him, focused on comparing the small cameo portrait he held in one hand and sketching out its likeness across canvas with a cheap piece of charcoal in the other, but he could hear the quiver in the man’s voice, and guessed that his hands trembled in his lap. It wasn’t fear in Emyr’s tone, he was certain of that.

“I’m asking exactly what I said I’d ask, what we agreed on, what you paid for.” He squinted at the cameo, taking in the details of a handsome-looking elezen, with strong ears, sharp nose, and a warm and friendly expression, even with a set mouth, that one didn’t often see in miniature. Granted, his chin was a bit on the absent side, but perhaps the artist had missed a detail somewhere. He was somebody that almost certainly wouldn’t be seen anywhere near Emyr’s scraggly ass in any other circumstance. “Do you want it or not?” “I do!” Emyr looked up from his hands in protest, trying to catch Rorogino’s gaze. “But I can’t even get close enough to converse, most days, just a few scant words, and he’s always got his staff, they’re watching – I don’t think I can get it, Gino, not this time.”

Heaving a heavy and deep sigh, Rorogino put his charcoal away, set the cameo where it would fit on the tiny stand that he kept near his canvas, and rubbed his broad forehead. He swivelled in his stool, which gave a loud squeak in protest, and looked up at Emyr, scrutinizing him with bright blue eyes. There wasn’t much worthwhile about the man except his net worth: His father had done well in copper speculation and landed them comfortably in the middle tier of the Monetarists, and Emyr was content to live on the family wealth and waste it to the best of his ability. His hands shook, his eyes were constantly bloodshot, his voice had a quality not unlike that of a frightened shrew, and his chin and cheeks seemed scarred from a disease in his youth. Fortunately, his personality was repellent to compensate. Rorogino had no doubt he would do well in an unhappy marriage in his distant future, and wished he could deal with that version of Emyr instead of this one.

Nevertheless, this was the version that had paid him half up-front, as prompted, and he would very much like to have the other half in his possession, thank you very much. Aetherially-conductive paints were expensive in the best of times.

“Tell me about his eyes.” The prompt made Emyr blink in surprise, his eyes shining and watery enough to drop a tear.

“What?”

“His eyes, tell me about them. The cameo’s too small,” He lied, “And all I can see are a couple of black dots.”

“Yes, well. They’re a sort of a brown, but not so dark as that. Leaning into amber.” As Emyr spoke, Rorogino watched the man’s hands where they lay in his lap, trembling. “They’re warm,” he said. “Like the rest of his face. And kind. When he told me ‘mind the stairs’ in the ballroom, it felt like my minding them was the only thing that mattered to him. And when he asked for a glass of water?” The trembling had stilled. “The way they squinted around the edges, little wrinkles in the skin like he is wiser than his age. I wish I could show you, Gino.” “Thanks, but I get the picture. I can work out the rest. Now.” Placing his hands on his knees, Gino kept looking straight ahead, only tilting his eyes upwards. “You want those eyes looking at you and nobody else? That’s what you want, right? That’s what you asked for when you came here. That still true?” “Yes,” There was that quiver in his voice again – not fear, but a desperation, that he might not be desired.

“Then get me his godsdamned eyelash. Pigment won’t make itself. And don’t come back until you do.” With another horrible squeak, Rorogino turned back to his canvas. Emyr could see himself out, and, seeing him rise from his chair out of the corner of his eye, was satisfied that he’d do so.

He picked up the cameo again, squinting at the expression in the elezen’s face. Emyr had certainly gotten the color right, but they didn’t seem so warm to Gino. Then again, he’d said the same thing about the last two commissions as well. He was always after warmth. One of these days, one of these men would actually have it.

“Ingrates,” he muttered to himself, thinking back to the old stories. They always got their boon from people like Gino with clever wits and good hearts. One of these days, he thought, he might get a patron with either quality.

[lacrimosathedark]

Hazbin Villain Appreciation Post

People can be so weird about people enjoying villains nowadays, so I think I'm gonna take a little step on the wild side and list some things I like about Hazbin villains whether I like the character or not.

Alastor

Yes, he counts until proven otherwise, but also we're easing into it. Alastor is easy to like for a serial killer. I love a lot about him if I'm honest. Him being a clueless asexual really hits home for me as that was me for about half of my life (and then first crush and hey what's this "demisexual" thing?). But I love how he can be so suave and sophisticated and intimidating while also being an utter goof.

Look at this man. He can be so threatening but he also does this shit. He's so dumb. I love him. Stupid fucking deer man.

It helps that how he interacts with other characters is almost always funny.

He's such a little shit. I love him.

Vox

The performance. Both in his voice and the animation. Christian Borle does some amazing work and it makes a character who is by all metrics incredibly unsettling into being funny and charming. But also some of my favorite moments are just him making funny faces.

His face looking at his hand after Val smashes his phone is one of my favorite little moments in the whole series thus far. The animators do a great job having fun with his dumb head. Vox is great. He's such a dweeb and honestly I can see how his powers are hypnotic in nature.

Valentino

You can't look at Val's design sans the bitchy demeanor and tell me it isn't pretty. Moths are great. And that he chirps/squeaks when he moves is a great touch.

He's also a very compelling villain in that he brings more depth and insight into other characters like Angel. But most of all, Joel's little riffs and just some of Val's lines are so funny.

Angel Dust: I'm coming! Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Valentino: Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous, do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star. Yeah, a star. Porn star. OK, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you. I said I'll fucking kill you, and I will.

That the latter dialogue was in the background and how it was delivered? LMAO

Velvette

I love her design. How can you not? And all her different outfits she rotates through?

One of the things I love most about fashion-based characters is how fans run with it. Velvette may not be high up in my character tier list, but about a quarter of the fanart I've saved is her and she has her own designated folder. I'm beyond excited to see more of her if just to see her designs.

Adam

He's designed to be a hateable fuckboy, and they do it well, but it's also Alex Brightman so he gets a few really funny moments in there.

Adam: 275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it. ♫ Bow-now-now-nownow Guitar solo, fuck yeah! ♫ Adam: Uuughhh, "No one but the exorcists can know about the exterminations". I know, fine. *slurps drink* Don't fucking shush me, bitch. Adam: ♫ What up, baby? ♫ Saw that you went to my manager. Low blow, Karen. Adam: Objection, lame and unoriginal. Lute: Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass! Adam: Would you just-ju-chill, Lute. Fuck.

Adam: The fuck? Lute: They appear to have some kind of shield, sir! Adam: Oh, really? I didn't see this giant fucking shield in front of me, YOU DUMB BITCH! NO SHIT!

Adam: And you're...fuck-fuck you...you red piece of f-too much fucking red...fuck...shut up!

Not to mention Hell is Forever is a fuckin banger. He's horrible in a way that was really fun to watch. Even better was this misogynist pig was taken down by a tiny dainty little lady who can appear as the perfect little housewife type and goes fucking berserk mode for "bad boys". Niffty was really the best person to take him out.

Lute

Not gonna lie, I cannot find a single redeeming quality in Lute. She's only funny when Adam is being funny, she's an uptight unrepentant bitch who mutilated a co-worker for being merciful. I don't like her. That being said, her singing voice? GodDAMN. You Didn't Know blew me away in part because of Jessica Vosk's absolute killer performance. I need a Lute villain song yesterday.

Sera

We have so little of her it's hard to think of things that are unique to her, like wouldn't also apply to Emily like her design both humanoid and angelic. She sings well, but she also didn't blow me out of the water the way Lute did. Though, she does have one of the most intense shots in the show and it leaves a lot of space for interesting conflicted dichotomy in her.

I hope we get a lot more of her to love and hate next season.

Susan

What do yall like about Hazbin's villains?

[yannig]

I watched the Eclipse. it was great

I have fewer notes than for PitBabe, but I still have some.

The queer coffee shop was wonderful! And we did not get enough of it!! Also I want one exactly like that in my city.

Akk and Ayan made me understand for the first time the whole "you're pretty when you cry" thing. Boy is Ayan pretty when he cries. What the hell mate. Seriously. I always thought it was weird and now I understand it and it's still weird!

When they come out to Akk's parents. That was. Aaaahhhh! This was the scene that had me squeaking out loud and getting all flustered! The sheer relief in both of their postures, I swear! And the teasing afterward! Instantly welcoming him into the family! AAArgizrkjv!!! This is why I watch queer shows okay. the cute couples and all are great, but this, this is why I watch queer shows (also the coffee shop).

I was expecting them to disband the entire Prefect club to be honest. A bit disappointed they didn't. But at least Akk stepped down. Which was absolutely necessary for his mental health! I'm of the opinion every one should have changed school but hey, that would have contradicted the point of the show, so I understand.

For the first half of the show Ayan felt like a communist character in an American show. I understand it's because we're from Akk's perspective but it was still very funny. That been said, he's pretty good at it. Like yes he reads George Orwell and can quote Montesquieu, but he's also part of the local queer community (the coffee shop), and he helps people around him as soon as he can. Like one of the first things he does (aside from provoking Akk) is helping Thua, the only out gay guy in their class, communicate with this mother, and showing him a place where he can get support and understanding. Like yes he's here to shed light to what happened to his uncle, but he's not neglecting the community around him in the meantime and that's great! Ayan is my baby and i am very proud of him! Though I think he could have profited from asking for help from said community. But overall, his uncle raised him well.

I wished we had gotten a discussion between Akk and Kan about coming to term with your sexuality and admitting to it in public. Those two were going through similar journeys at the same time, there is wasted potential here.

I am not entirely satisfied with the end of the show plot-wise? Like on the emotional side it works (mostly, we're missing the reconciliation between Kan and Thua), but plot-wise I'm only half convinced. Not sure how to explain it though?

I did stopped throughout the show on multiple occasions for second-hand embarrassment reasons. It is probably at least half because they're teenagers, and it does not say anything about the quality of the show (it mostly says things about my emotional fatigue), but it was a bit annoying.

Overall a pretty good show about how evil institutions can push great people to do terrible things. And I fell in love with the main couple (might watch other shows with those two, I understand they're quite popular)!

[colorful-bees]

Posting my current writing WIP because I like sharing my progress :)

Currently Writing: Chapter 2 of Imitation

Pasio was truly a marvel, unlike anything Volo had seen or heard of before. The entire island itself was wholly man made, all of it artificial but you couldn’t tell. If no one had told Volo, he would have believed Pasio to be a creation of Arceus itself and not the work of humanity. The creations had now become the ones doing the creating. A near perfect imitation of Arceus’ own work

Volo didn’t remember how he’d ended up there. It seemed like one moment he was in Hisui and the next, he wasn’t.

“Was this how Rei felt? When he fell from the sky?” Volo thought, smiling to himself at the thought. It wasn’t funny, there was no humor to be had in the thought. But that itself made it amusing to him. Rei… It wouldn’t do him any good to dwell on the outsider.

Besides, he’d found himself much too distracted by the wonders of the modern age and by far one of the most interesting things Volo had discovered was the “Poryphone.” He’d been intrigued by it when that boy had briefly shown him his but his interest was only further piqued when that Professor Bellis gave him his own.

“You seem a bit confused,” she told him.

Volo laughed and said, “It’s just very new to me. It’s fascinating though.”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it eventually. They’re pretty simple once you know what you’re doing.”

And she was right. Despite being unfamiliar with the technology, he quickly developed a grasp of its functions. The camera was what sparked his curiosity the most by far. It was an absolute marvel how easy it was to take a photo, nothing like the hassle it was in Jubilife Village.

Once he’d learned you could take a picture with the device, he immediately went to try it himself. He’d been taking a stroll through the forest and was looking around for a suitable subject when he had an idea and let Togepi out of her Pokeball. She popped out with a small squeak, smiling as she always did.

“Togepi, look over here!” Volo told her, holding up his Poryphone.

She toddled on her feet, turning to face him. She lifted her short, stubby arms into the air and cheered. Volo snapped a photo of her, grinning down at the picture he’d taken. His first time using his Poryphone’s camera and he would dare to say that it was perfect. Togepi and her bright little face showed up on the screen, her arms stretched upwards and sharing a smile equal to Volo’s own.

Curiously, Togepi trotted over to where Volo was standing and he knelt down to show her the photo.

“Would you look at that?” he said, not taking his eyes off the photo.

Togepi chirped in response and leaned in to get a closer look at herself.

“Yes, that’s you. It’s wonderful, isn’t it? And to think this used to be so difficult. One press of a button and that’s all it takes.”

He scooped Togepi into the crook of his arm and stood up, his eyes still fixated on the photo. Volo’s mind wandered to the one photo he and Togepi had taken at the photo studio. The whole thing was a time consuming process and he was relieved when the photo had turned out well. All that time for it, it better have been nice. But now, photos of a superior quality could be taken in a fraction of the amount of time it took for that singular one to be taken. Pictures could be taken anywhere, any time; no longer constrained to one building.

Togepi was still sitting in his arms, equally enraptured by her face on the screen and Volo couldn’t help but smile down at her, basking in her shared enjoyment of the wonder they’d just discovered. She looked up at him and began babbling. She tapped the photo and then pointed up at Volo and suddenly, he understood what she was asking.

“You… want to take a photo together?” he asked and she nodded, chirping and squeaking. Volo put his hand to his chin. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? They had already taken one before. As soon as the photo studio opened up, Volo and Togepi had gone and utilized it, deciding that the long process was worth it. Now they had a new way to take photos and what better way to commemorate it than with a photo together like the first time?

Volo set Togepi on the ground and took a quick glance to make sure no one was around, wanting their moment to be away from prying eyes. Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he sat down next to her and put his hand on her head. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

It was handy the Poryphone’s could float on their own and take photos without a person behind the camera; it made everything so convenient. It was an incredible invention, really. It was hard to imagine that Volo’s only option for photos once was only a long-winded process at the studio. Maybe he would have gone back more frequently if it was as easy as this was.

Togepi and Volo looked towards the camera and smiled. Volo felt Togepi's soft skin underneath his hand, the dull points of her head gently rubbing against him.

Much like the first photo, the second one of them together turned out marvelous. They were both wearing matching grins, shown bright and clear on the screen. Togepi scrambled to climb into his lap to look at it herself and cheered, waving her arms when she saw it.

“It turned out nicely, didn’t it?” Volo said and Togepi chirped in confirmation.

[argenteell]

Tiny feet patter along the sidewalk as a small form squeezes through the crowd in search of something important. The city blares around him, bright lights and loud noises and fast vehicles combining into a storm of activity and sensation unlike anything he's ever seen before. Everywhere he looks, people in sharp suits and stylish dresses hurry to and fro, many of them chatting in groups or else looking at hand-sized devices. Nothing here speaks of war and fighting and suffering, only prosperity and success and safety. It's such a stark contrast from his home that he glances up to stare at the flashing signs so many times, almost getting trampled in the process. Too, there is a strangeness to this place that escapes the words he has, an undefinable quality that is nonetheless there in everything, even the air.

(Does it have anything to do with the taste of sweet candy on his tongue or how he doesn't recall coming here in the first place? That is not a question that makes it into his mind.)

As the little boy makes his way through a thoroughfare and down into a lit shopping space, he finds himself distracted by the unusual sights prevalent in this odd city. Vehicles hover off the ground, zipping by. There are floating treats outside the vendor carts! And the people are just as colorful as the surroundings, with some of them cast in near-faceless gold while others about his size sport fluffy pom-poms on their heads. (He goes up to one of these people and asks if he can touch the pom-pom. The angry stream of invective he gets in response sends the small redhead scurrying, and he promises not to ask this again.) There are also ethereal inhabitants with little wings behind their ears and haloes of all shapes and sizes! This place is very strange, but... it is very beautiful, he thinks.

So lost in his musing is he that the boy almost loses track of his original goal, and before he knows it, he's found himself in a completely different area of the lower levels. The music, though of another track, is just as loud, and the little redhead stares in the direction of the shop that seems to be playing the music. Music... yes! In a flash, he remembers his mission and turns to continue further on, but he bumps into someone before he can get very far. The boy falls to the ground with a squeak, gazing up at the figure through mussed red curls, the person's features indiscernible through the hair in his eyes. Maybe it's just because of his position on the ground, but this person looks much bigger than he does, and he can't tell if they're mad. The little boy shrinks in on himself, then clambers up when a group of people tread too close. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you," he stammers. Oh, but maybe this person will help? Everyone else whom he asked either didn't know or didn't notice him, but it can't hurt to try. The boy tugs on a bright red lock, turning pleading apple-colored eyes towards the stranger. "It-It's just... I can't find my ocarina... c-could you please help me?"

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[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 8

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“Keith”

Fight night came faster than usual that week. I spent an hour debating what to wear in front of my mirror before deciding to go masc for the evening. I’d spent most of the week wearing hardly anything besides feminine clothing- I’d even put on a pair of cutoff jean shorts when I was in the garage wrenching on Poly. It felt… Weird, wearing boys’ clothes again. Wrong, almost.

No, no, not ‘almost.’ It felt wrong. It felt like I was wearing clothes made of sandpaper, sliding over my skin and scraping it every time I moved. Everything was screaming at me, and my brain was smothered by a tight layer of plastic wrap that kept it from forming normal, rational thoughts.

I wondered, for not nearly the first time in the past seven days, if maybe… Maybe this was a sign I shouldn’t try to be a boy anymore. It felt… Easier to be a girl. Better. I was happier when I was in dresses- not even I could deny that. But still, the idea of saying that out loud, of committing to it… It was like wading out into a section of ocean oversaturated with slimy seaweed. It scared me, filled me with shame, made me feel like… A…

A pervert. That’s what I was. All I’d ever be.

I tried to swallow that as I finished making some more adjustments to Poly while in the pits, and jumped when someone said, “Hey.”

I yelped, and then registered it was Zeke and Faith.

“Maybe switch to decaf, huh Calloway?” Zeke said, that stupid, smug, handsome smile plastered to his face. Ugh. That was the worst part of all- when I was in girls’ clothes, when I was Kate, it felt normal and natural for me to get a little flustered when I saw Zeke, for me to want to stare at his face and appreciate how handsome it was, for me to feel at ease in his presence and want to stand closer to him. But when I was Keith, it just felt… Wrong. I felt wrong. He felt wrong. Not even different, but like it didn’t match me, and it just made the proverbial sandpaper of my male identity scratch and scrape me even more than it did already.

“Probably a good idea,” I said, breaking off eye contact.

“You wanna watch us?” Faith asked.

My eyes went wide and I blushed as an IMAGE went through my brain. I gulped, and the burning feeling inside my skull was extinguished ever so slightly as I realized it was time for their fight. “Yeah!” I squeaked. “Yes. Good look out there! I’ll be out in a minute cheering for y’all.”

“Thanks,” Faith said. “We’re gonna need it.”

“Good luck with your fight too, yeah?” Zeke said, offering me a thumbs up. STOP. BEING. SO. ATTRACTIVE. STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE AN EVEN BIGGER PERVERT THAN I ALREADY AM. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

“Thanks,” I said with an even tone.

I want to say I wasn’t staring at his butt as he left. I really, really want to say that. But…

You get the idea.

Eventually, I got tired of making minor adjustments and tweaks and just went outside to watch the fight.

I’d never been able to get much of a read on Olivia Root. I’d only ever really known her as Faith’s girlfriend, frequently either in the pilot’s seat or operating a secondary weapon. On at least one occasion, they’d busted out a mini-bot that Olivia had piloted personally. She was a good driver- really good, in fact, but as last season had gone on Faith had done more and more of the piloting personally. Which wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but…

Look, Faith is a great engineer, but I’m not being arrogant when I say I could drive circles around her most of the time. Mostly because Olivia could drive circles around me. It didn’t excuse her for doing what she’d done, but still… I could see why she might have been frustrated with her partner’s actions even before the whole ‘awkward coming out’ thing.

That was a concept that terrified me: I’d always been a one man… One person band. My own engineer, my own mechanic, my own pilot. But there were other people I needed. My parents were the most supportive folks on the planet, but I didn’t know if the same could be said for my sponsor. And what if I got a girlfriend some day. Would she be okay with… Whatever it is I am?

Zeke would be. The thought went through me like a bullet, tearing through layers of cognitive dissonance. I shook my head as I walked through the archway into the contestant’s viewing area, a dugout of sorts near the commentators side as the opening hype-monologues rolled. I squirmed a little bit and adjusted my panties discreetly, making sure no trace of them went above the top line of my jeans.

I looked across the arena and saw Faith and Zeke walking into their control area, Olivia operating with a small team in her own square.

The mechanical voice wailed, “ROBOTS, ACTIVATE!”

And it began.

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[joenotexotic99]

Hello! I just saw your Sub!Five post and I must say it's a masterpiece! Is there any possibility you can write some more? Us Doms are running on crumbs for Sub!Five lol.

A/n: I am soooo sorry this took so long love. My life as been a roller coaster these last few weeks and I have had so much writer's block. However I really do hope I have delivered some quality content <3

Five Hargreaves x F!reader

Warnings: hard-ish Dom reader sub!five, language, smut, I was partially high while writing some of this (don't do drugs,) use of handcuffs and blindfold, hand job, unprotected sex (it won't harm her to wear some armor) oral sex f! Receiving. 

Summary: five didn't come home when he promised.

Word count: 1.5k

Five didn't come home on time.

Five promised you that he would be home by the time dinner was ready. Before he left earlier that day you explicitly remember him saying that's when he would get home.

And yet dinner has already been over with and done. You even cleaned up the table. Put away the leftovers, clean and washed the dishes. Putting them in the dishwasher. Cleaned and swept the kitchen. Took a shower and brushed your teeth. You put on your pajamas for the night. And now you sat on the couch re-watching an old show. Day turned night.

Still five was yet to return home. He lied. He lied to you. He could be anywhere right now, in any time period for that matter. But at this very moment he was supposed to be in your shared home. Now here you were, alone. You trust him enough to know how to handle himself and hold his own. Therefore he should know that actions have consequences.

As you stared at the TV mounted to your wall you heard the oh so familiar squeak of the front door opening followed by five setting down his briefcase and removing his shoes. 

Rounding the corner into the living room he immediately saw you under the soft light of the lamp with an expression on your face that was anything but joy. It took five a solid second to realize what he had done. Before he squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

"Shit I'm sorry"

You got up off the couch before slowly making your way to him. Talking as you walked.

"You're sorry?" You scoffed

"God yes I'm so sorry. Time slipped and I didn't reali-" 

"What time did you say you would get home?" You asked keeping your voice calm

"Before dinner" five said, keeping his head down

"That's right. Now you see dinner was at six thirty. And what time is it now?" You asked now infront of five

Five checked his wrist watch before continuing.

"Ten" five swallow the lump in his throat. Still staring down at his feet

"Look at me five." You said lifting up his head with your fingers "So you're admitting that you didn't do as promised?" You continued to ask

"Yes" five said quietly

"And what happens when you break the rules like this?" You already know the answer but hearing him say it is simply so so much better.

"I get punished" 

"Mhhmh, so you think that you deserved to get punished?" You asked. Making sure he consented.

"Yes" he said, voice still ever so quiet

"What was that?" you said, teasing him.

"yes I do think I deserved to be punished"

"Good, now I'm going I'm going to finish this episode and you are going to walk up to the bedroom and take off every clothing item off your body. And if you're good I might let you choose what punishment you think you deserve. Sounds good to you baby boy?" You explained, walking back to the couch and getting back cozy under the blanket you had.

Five nodded before making his way to the stairs and disappearing into the bedroom.

If you're honest you didn't pay much attention to the rest of the episode. Nonetheless you waited and waited. You even watched one more for good measure. And to your surprise you didn't hear one whine or complain from upstairs.

After a good solid forty-five minutes passed you dug for the remote to pause the show and turn off the TV. Removing the blanket and leisurely walking your way to the bedroom. You opened the door to see five in the middle of the bed leaning against the headboard.

As expected he didn't seem so pleased

"I don't think you just finished one episode"

You walk towards the closet to get out the old case file box that was now filled with things much more fun than files. You picked out a nice pair of handcuffs before pulling out a few different colors of blind folds. Before making your way to five.

"Doesn't feel nice waiting for longer than you have to, does it?"

Five lower his head down before mumbling a quiet "no"

You laid the silk blindfolds down next to five before looking up.

"I didn't hear a single complaint when I was downstairs. And because of that you can pick one of these blindfolds" 

Five surveyed over his choices before picking up his pick and handing it to you.

"Red, perfect" you said as you kissed his head. Putting away the rest of the blindfolds.

"Now do you think that you deserved to be cuffed?" You asked, turing back to five

Five nodded and hummed before you dug your guy's favorite pair. The cuffs were thick and smooth black leather that was held by a silver chain and extended to be able to clip to the headboard.

You took his wrist and slid his hands through the cuffs before tightening it snug.

"How does that feel my sweet boy?"

"good"

You hummed in response before lifting his hands up to clip it to the small hook you have on your bed frame.

You went to straddle his lap before taking his head in your hands and laying a sweet kiss to his lips. Leaning back you took the silk cloth and tied the blindfolds across five.

"Color?" You asked

"Green" five responded

"Wonderful"

You slid off of five's lap to remove the pajamas you had put on earlier whilst you waited for five to return home. Before situating back to where you were moments earlier.

You slowly creeped your hand down five's torso. Feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingertips. You continued the descent down his body until you were met with the tip of his cock.

Slowly you took a light hold of it and ran your thumb over the slit spreding the pre cum. You watched five's Adam apple bob as he swallowed. You took your time moving your hand up and down his dick. Never moving your hand fast enough to make him finish. Instead five begged you to move your hand faster. Pleases rolled off his tongue. Each time you denied. Continuing your slow, agonizing pace.

Eventually your movements came to a halt. Depriving five of his already little amount of friction he was getting.

"Whycha stop?" Five said breathlessly

You didn't reply, instead you simply raised yourself up before sinking down onto his cock.

Five cried out from shock and pleasure. His hands fought against the handcuffs, wanting to touch you. Let you know that he was yours and yours only.

You weren't slow this time. You fucked him with an eager pace. Moaning out. You leaned down into fives neck. Kissing and biting. Making hickies that you knew five was going to beg later to have you cover up. 

You made your way with your mouth to his ear.

"You will not come until I say you can" you whispered.

All poor five could do was whine a pathetic 'ok' 

You continued your pace. Up and down. Taking your breasts into your hands. It made even better knowing how much five loved them You didn’t stop till way after you finished.

You didn't stop until you could see how much five was struggling to hold back and not finish without you telling him that he could.

"You think you've learned your lesson pretty boy?" You said while slowing down your pace

"Yes yes I have. I've learned my lesson." Five said on the brink of tears

"Will it happen again?"

"No it won't, I promise. Never" five stated

You picked up your previous pace. Fast and hard. It drove five wild. It was overwhelming delicious pleasure. Nothing short of filthy satisfaction.

"You can come five" you announced

And it was over. Five spilled into you. His mouth opened with no sound coming out. You let him ride his high. Stopping when you could tell it was becoming too much. 

You reached over to the bedside table to grab the key and get five out of the cuffs. Then you took off the blind fold.

It took five a second to adjust to the light before his eyes met yours. You took his wrist into your hand making sure he was alright.

"Thank you" he said out of breath.

You smiled before leaning down and giving him a peck on the lips. Then proceed to get off and lay next to where he was.

"Well you gonna clean me up?" You asked

Five chuckled before moving between your legs and diving down lapping up your arousal. The taste of both him and you on his tongue. He may have come home too late but at least his meal is delectable.

[plushpeeps]

Pay Attention (Drabble)

✧ Kim Namjoon x Reader

✧ Idol Au

✧ 18+ (MDNI), Smut

✧ Instead of paying attention to your darling boyfriend while he had time off, you decide to be on your laptop and he didn't like that at all.

✧ Dom! Namjoon, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex, degradation, pet names (princess, babygirl).

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"N-namjoon-ah fuck fuck.."

"Oh No No, Don't Namjoon me now, should've listened."

You whined as your breast rubbed against his studio desk as Namjoon's hips continued their relentless assault on yours.

His grip on your hip was something serious, a damn near death grip as he slammed his hips into yours, His cock fucking into your cunt with ease.

You see, you wouldn't have this problem if you would have listened to him. But if not listening to him had him fucking you like you were going to disappear in the next 15 seconds then you would for sure do it a fucking gain-

Namjoon had time off today and asked you to come join him in the studio since the rest of the boys were off hanging out with each other or resting.

Joon wanted to spend time with you, but you were on your laptop laughing as the group chat you and your friends were in. It really ticked him off how he was trying to talk to you and you kept giggling or flat out ignoring you so he walked over and took the device out your hand.

"Hey what was that fo-"

"Princess."

You squeaked at the deep tone his voice, that only came out when you did something wrong.

"Y-ye-"

"Strip. Desk. Now."

Aaaaannndddd that's how you got into this predicament, with Namjoon fucking your brains out, hand wrapped in your hair as he yanked on it.

"Such a naughty thing you are. You ignored me on purpose right. You wanted me to do this"

Fuck, he was right.

And you hated it when he was right.

"M-mhm...wanted you to fuck me sil-ah!" You nearly screamed out as his hand made contact with your ass. You winced as you tried to focus on stop you incoming orgasm, it was fast approaching and you didn't want the fun to end just yet.

"Such a little cock slut aren't you? I just wanted to spend some quality time with my princess and she wants to be a whore for my cock?"

"Y-yes sir..fuck fuck.."

Namjoon smirks as he leans down to whisper in your ear, making you clench around him at your words.

"How about we call your friends and let them listen to how much of a whore your being for me huh? "

"Let them know how good I fuck you, and that will teach you not to ignore me again princess."

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[sithicecreamsalesman]

"He is my son. My first born child."

so for a start, this guy is not responsible enough to have a real family, not that there's anything wrong with that, but when you put it in context with this post, it's the tip of a slippery slope.

"poyo poyo" (Do you mean Puyo Puyo?)"

actually i think you'll find you're both wrong, and so are the people who translated the title, because it should be written "Bouyou Bouyou", and on that note Sam is actually closer, since it can be written in modern text as "Boyo Boyo", NOT "Buyo Buyo".

In Japanese the word is onomatopoeia for the sound Jell-o makes when it wobbles, "Buyo Buyo" on the other hand, is the sound of rubber squeaking, which is equivalent to nails screeching on a chalkboard.

I'm guess the reason Sam knows the correct translation, rather than its official English title, is because he has actual Japanese friends.

If you think I'm being pedantic to bring this up, let's not forget that op was the one to make an issue of it, not that it pertains to any part of the original message, and is just there to make Sam seem more wrong.

I just thought that if we are going to try to use every attempt under the sun to try to discredit a person's argument well the door swings both ways doesn't it?

"This was made before 2009"

and "Puyo Puyo" is a series that began in 1979 technically, so i love the fact you like yours is older, fact boy.

"The only human Tails thing I found was this"

Oh boy, I don't even know where to start with this. I mean there was human Tails concept art back in 1989, but sure go off I guess, and yes he still has the dungarees.

"You just accidentally opened the OC LORE FLOODGATES."

For your weeb level knowledge here, I think it's fair to say "no you" right here.

"he's eternally 8-10-ish."

as if the Sonic influence isn't obvious enough.

Wait. His 2006 design? Didn't you say earlier that you made them in 2009? I mean since we're getting facts straight.

go reverse search it. just in case they hadn't buried themselves enough by this point.

"This was my FIRST EVER OC!"

wow you're art is quite professional then, and apparently made on Linux using a Japanese art program that cost about $10K at the time, because I actually know stuff about art quality.

That's a lot of cash for a "middle schooler".

okay, nevermind. this was their actual level of art skill at the time lol. -or at least you'd believe that until you reverse searched this art. so I see you were on Team Artail back in- wait, what was this? oh 2009. the same time you initially said you created them. i bet you thought the gallery being deleted back then would hide all the evidence of where you stole this from. nice try.

you see this? this is from the actual artist that created the character. specifically you cropped it from an image that was posted on- oh look it's Team Artail again. looking mighty sus now fella.

"Conan is short as hell"

please, nobody explain the plot of Detective Conan to this idiot.

"Inuyasha"

okay, just so you know, anyone who tries to claim legitimacy on stolen art and references Inuyasha of all things is 100% an art thief.

I mean we all know Inuyasha was a parody of another show that only gained popularity because it was cheap and the Americans bought it to show on TV.

Also what a reference to make, considering it's in a completely unrelated art style.

"Chobits"

bruh. i'm not gonna explain this, but considering the rest of the context, wow.

"his 2006-2010 designs"

God, pick a time period, any time period, just be consistent for God's sake. Your alibi holds water like a handful of air.

how is this supposed to prove any point lol, just think about all we've discussed so far.

dude's like "SEE! SEE! a cat in dungarees! point proven!"

it's funny that they are even using this as a source considering the fact that both Chobits and Inuyasha has scenes, nay multiple pages, which have far closer analogues to the design, but i guess they didn't know that, because they never actually read it.

"He's a fox because he was originally based on Shippo"

this is Shippo by the way.

note the lack of literally anything we've been discussing by this point.

also "Shippo" is literally Japanese for "Tails", just in case this fail wasn't bad enough.

"Orange hair because I like orange."

funny how the "random character" they referenced in the comic is actually an orange cat, but since they obviously didn't read it...

I love the whole copying homework but making it sound different dialogue that they give about the bandaid. I can read Japanese, my friend.

"his shoes were Klonoa's from Door to Phantomile"

in case it wasn't obvious he's reading the same source.

"The socks were influenced by me copying the manual of SA2B"

That's not even close. What the hell? Sure Tails has had socks that look like that in the past, but go and actually look at the manual for that game.

"Mika Kawamura's art style"

in case anyone is still on-board with this guy, thanks for posting your sources dip-stick. i found this image credited to them.

the funniest part is you can see this was originally made using Adobe Illustrator and printed onto the page.

dude, how did you irl draw a Bezier?

oh look. let me reverse search this.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

thanks for coming to my TED talk.

My very fist OC I made when I was smol. The ABSOLUTE GRIP Shoujou Manga art styles had on me with this SPECIFIC OC when I was a child was INTENSE. He was just a lil cinnamon roll.

[inairbinad]

play me something

I had big plans for @steddie-week, but alas, the last few days have put me through it. So even though I hit a wall with this one, enjoy a little excerpt of my season 2 rewrite (that hopefully I'll finish one day), where Concussed Steve loses any and all ability to hide his giant crush on Eddie.

Day 2 Prompt: Fade to Black, Metallica | 1200 words | Pre-relationship

Before Steve knew what was happening, Eddie hauled him up off the floor of Joyce’s kitchen. Eddie got a solid grip around his waist, then twisted his face towards Steve’s.

“Can you walk?” he asked. Steve liked the way he could feel the little puff of Eddie’s breath on his cheek. He slid his arm around Eddie's shoulders for good measure.

“Think so,” Steve nodded, which set off another round of throbbing pain. He winced, fighting off a wave of nausea, and added, “Don’t let go, though.”

“I won’t,” Eddie promised, and squeezed Steve’s waist tighter. “C’mon, big boy. I gotcha.”

Steve smiled at the nickname, distracted enough to take a minute to realize Eddie was taking him outside instead of towards the couch. “Where are we going?”

“Gotta get out of here before that oaf wakes up,” Eddie nodded towards Billy, passed out on the floor. Steve thought that was probably a good idea.

"You're so strong," Steve marveled, leaning further into Eddie as they made their way into the cool November air. Robin snorted from somewhere behind them, and Eddie chuckled like maybe Steve wasn't making any sense. Steve was about to argue his case, but he saw Max was waiting for them with the car door open.

It was only then that it occurred to Steve that they were stealing Billy’s Camaro. Steve laughed goofily as Eddie helped him fold himself into the back seat, then Robin quickly climbed in beside him. Steve rested his head on her shoulder and focused on not drifting off as the rest of the kids somehow squeezed themselves inside.

“There’s too many people in this car,” Steve pointed out as he watched Mike climb into Dustin’s lap, then as Max and Lucas squashed themselves into the front seat together.

“Thanks, mom,” Mike groused. Robin did the honors of flicking his ear for Steve.

Eddie finally climbed into the driver’s side, then twisted around to check on Steve again. “You okay?”

“Eh,” Steve shrugged, but offered Eddie a small smile. Eddie's grin in return was lopsided, almost fond, and Steve had to reel in the urge to lean over and kiss his rapidly blackening eye better.

That got a little easier when Eddie faced forward and turned the ignition. The sound of electric guitar went screeching through the cabin, and Steve grimaced from the way it made his ears ring anew. Without even having to look at Steve’s face, Eddie quickly turned the volume down with a muttered apology tossed over his shoulder.

Steve wondered if Eddie had ever been concussed before. He would have asked, but he had to focus pretty hard on not throwing up once the car started moving.

“Sorry to say, but I think the only redeeming quality about your step-brother is his taste in music, Red,” Eddie said after a while. Steve hadn’t really been listening, but he wasn’t surprised that whatever Billy had left playing in his tape deck was right up Eddie’s alley.

“You would say that,” Max scoffed, but Steve could see the way she smiled at Eddie across the center console.

“How’s he doing back there, Buckley?” Eddie called back, and Robin squeaked when she saw that he turned around to look for the briefest of moments.

“How are you doing?” Robin countered at a near screech. “Keep your eyes on the road! Steve’s fine!”

“Am I?” Steve groaned, mostly in response to her volume.

“Yes, you are,” Robin insisted, then went back to petting his head in soothing strokes. Steve let himself get lost in that, and the low hum of whatever Billy had been listening to before he came and rocked Steve’s head half to hell with a dinner plate.

“What are we listening to?” Steve asked as Eddie pulled into a gas station. It didn’t immediately strike him as odd that Lucas and Max got out instead of Eddie, and that they didn’t actually seem to be putting gas in the car. He was too busy looking at Eddie’s face as he turned around in the driver’s seat and gave Steve the softest smile he’d ever seen.

“Metallica,” Eddie answered. “For Whom the Bell Tolls, specifically…and ironically. Is it hurting your head?”

Steve didn’t know why that was ironic, but he thought maybe he might get the chance to find out if he kept Eddie talking.

“No,” Steve answered, barely daring to shake his head. He was happy to realize it didn’t make him want to barf anymore. “You just never got the chance to play me something.”

Steve didn’t realize how his voice was positively dripping with affection until he caught Mike making a face at him out of the corner of his eye.

Robin laughed nervously and said, “Geez, dingus. You sound delirious.”

Eddie rolled his eyes at Robin, winked at Steve, and then turned back around so he could fast forward to the next song. The softest of the guitar riffs Steve had heard on this tape so far started up, and he immediately sunk into it like a warm bath.

“How’s that?” Eddie asked, looking back at him again. Like maybe all he really wanted in that moment was to take care of Steve.

“I like it,” Steve said with a dopey smile.

“Good,” Eddie grinned back. Then he pointed his forefinger at Steve, and the streetlight gently glinted off the silver of his skull ring. “Just because this song’s called Fade to Black, don’t get any ideas.”

“I won’t,” Steve promised, feeling the dip of disappointment in his gut when Max and Lucas climbed back into the car, and Eddie had to focus on driving instead of him again. He realized that they were accompanied by the loud sound of sloshing when Eddie pulled back onto the road. “What—?”

Eddie looked almost guilty from what Steve could see from the side of his face, and the way his shoulders hitched up around his ears.

“Where are we actually going?” Steve asked warily, even though he already knew.

“The tunnels,” all the kids said in unison.

“I thought I said no!” Steve tried to sound stern but it came out as more of a whine.

Robin patted his shoulder in sympathy and said, “Your kids overruled us.”

“How?” Steve asked, incredulous. He realized the three of them were outnumbered, but these dweebs were small. “Eds?”

Steve watched Eddie clench his hands around the steering wheel before he answered.

“Look, Stevie,” Eddie said, sounding like he was leveling with him. “I’ll turn around—”

“WHAT?” all the kids, again, yelled together.

“Let me finish!” Eddie hissed over them. Steve appreciated the way he got them to shut the fuck up without yelling. “I think their plan is solid, Steve. I also think even if I do turn around, they’ll knock me and Buckley out and steal this car again the minute I do. Because your children are kind of scary.”

Max looked entirely smug as she turned around and wiggled her eyebrows at Steve from the front seat.

“Steve, you promised to keep us safe,” Dustin cut in with a surprisingly rational tone. He leaned around Robin and looked Steve in the eye as he gave him a pretty convincing puppy dog stare. “He's right. We're doing this either way, but we'd rather do it with you. So keep us safe. Please?”

Steve paused, even though he knew he wasn’t gonna keep arguing the point. They already had the goddamn gas and everything.

“Why are they my kids?” Steve grumbled, and Eddie laughed.

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Day 3 for @rickortyweek

“You’re gonna be fine. Grandpa’s here.”  Tho I think I need some warnings before letting you read: sex with a dragon (but no actual penetration), dub-con

"Balth-!" Morty squeaked, trying to wiggle out from under the dragon. The sudden change in Balthromaw's mind was surprising, but it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one who enjoyed their rides together. Maybe Rick’s warnings were good for something, maybe he really managed to change the beast’s mind while the two of them disappeared.

Still, what Balthromaw required in exchange for being his pet dragon was-

"Do you or do you not want to be my rider?" The huge dragon asked dryly, his eyes showing how unimpressed he was with Morty. It felt as if it was Rick who was looking at him, face full of displeasure and detachment. 

The young boy swallowed, and nodded. Just like he agreed to anything his grandpa wanted him to do.

He would become a dragon rider, even if it killed him. (Considering the things he had lived through with Rick, he was quite confident in his abilities to survive.) He could do it. He just…

Becoming a dragon rider was a bit of a different process than he thought.

"Y-yes, o-okay. Geez," he wheezed, and the dragon smirked. It was uncomfortably similar to Rick's smirks, and Morty did not want to examine that implication.

A red head, big as Morty's whole body was, nudged him. A whine left his lips as he felt a warm, forked tongue licking him from toe to head. It was both grossly disgusting and dangerously exciting at the same time, and Morty had the uncomfortable thought that maybe he wasn't as different from his grandpa as he would have liked to think so.

"Balth- sto- ahhh!" He stammered, wanting to stop the process, but another lick upon his neck and face made him shut up. The touch of that tongue on his sensitive neck and lips and cheeks was something else.

Trembling, he let the dragon continue his ministrations, leaving Morty completely at his mercy. He was going to become a dragon rider. He was going to become a pet dragon owner and he was going to become the coolest person in the multiverse.

"Mm, yes, maybe you really will be a good rider," Balthromaw purred, his head pressed against Morty, pushing him against one of the trees next to the lake. The collision hurt Morty's back, but he didn't have time to worry about that; a claw made its way to his vulnerable chest, carefully digging into the yellow shirt. 

"O-ooh, man," Morty breathed, terrified beyond belief and uncomfortably turned on as the claw sliced through his soft t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his tiny, white boxers.

Soft breathing caressed him like wind, as the dragon said, "A good rider can take anything. You are a good rider, aren't you?"

Morty was shaking, shuddering with a flushed face as his small hands tried to push Balthromaw away and pull him closer at the same time.

He wasn't religious, with Rick as his grandpa - a being so close to god as he could possibly be -, but he still caught himself whispering, "Oh, g-god, forgive me."

"Good choice," the dragon rumbled, satisfied, as he licked his lips with his forked tongue. "You smell delicious. That's a good quality in a good rider. But I need to taste you to make sure you are ready to become more than just a silly little mortal."

Morty was quivering against the tree, his legs shaking as he tried to keep himself upright. He couldn’t help it- his dick was getting hard and his boxers were becoming uncomfortable. "G-g-go ah-ahead," he whispered, his mouth dry and heart beating faster than an adrenaline-filled adventure could make it.

The beast cut the last line of defense off of Morty's legs, and without any premonition, he extended his tongue. It rubbed over Morty's body, his little cock and rosy nipples, surprisingly smooth against his lithe body. Then, Balthromaw drove in.

He found Morty's most sensitive places without even searching for them, licking his still-developing penis until Morty was almost screaming in need to come. But the dragon didn't let him yet. His tongue slid between Morty's legs, finding his tiny hole that was begging to be filled up. Morty's back was arching, he didn't even care that the tree bark scratched his skin, the tongue deep inside him was all he could think about. Balthromaw was lapping him scaly nose pressed against his stomach and cock, tongue eagerly eating him out. He writhed as the dragon fucked him with his tongue, reaching so deep inside him where not even those two seeds could reach. Feeling the forked tongue deep within himself, moving in and out, in and out, made Morty lose his mind, and with a shout, he came. His cum splattered against the dragon's nose, a stark contrast against the red scales.

"Yes, yes, we are almost there! Soon you will become the perfect dragon rider! But first-" Balthromaw growled, his tongue swiping up to lick that little splash of cum. The huge dragon stood up, towering upon Morty. The boy was still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm, which, probably was for the best; this way when the dragon's burgundy, rock-hard cock got so close to him he could almost touch it, he didn't run away screaming.

"Wh-what sh-should I-?" He stammered in a high-pitched voice, and the only answer he got was an impatient thrust. "O-okay."

With clenched jaws, Morty touched the surprisingly cool, scaled legs, and hesitantly rubbed his hands nearer and nearer to their destination. Sooner than expected, the tips of his fingers were skimming the base of the cock. The cock, that was as big as him and wider than his lithe body.

Red-faced, as the dragon's scales, he gathered his courage. Holding his breath, he reached out more confidently, taking the dragon's cock in his hands, and rubbing them up and down.

Balthromaw gave another low growl, this time in satisfaction, as much as Morty could guess, and the dragon began to pimp his hips-

Against Morty's whole body. The little boy was pushed against the tree and was used as a living, breathing fleshlight.

"W-wait!" He breathed, but the dragon didn't even hear his soft plea, he was too lost in pleasure. The magical beast increased his tempo, and all Morty could do was to grit his teeth, and hug the huge member as tight as he could. The wild thrashing was knocking him against the tree, but he just squeezed, hoping the dragon would come soon and he could forget that it had ever happened.

It was clear that Balthromaw was enjoying it; slick precum coated the head of his penis, dripping on Morty's body, making his cock slide in the boy's arms wetly and smoothly.

Morty didn't know if it was within minutes, or in a millennia when Balthromaw's thrusts started to falter, then, after one last movement, he came. Lights burst behind Morty's eyelids as if hundreds and hundreds of fireworks were lit up in the dark sky. The soul bond flared and it scorched Morty's mind, soul, and body. Thick strings of semen spurted from the tip, coating the tree and the boy in clear liquid, until he was spent. When he finished, his penis began to soften and retreat back into the slit, leaving only Morty's debauched body as proof of what happened. 

The dragon let out a thunder-like bellow, letting the world know his satisfaction, then leaned down, and said, "Sleep, little dragon rider." And the new pet owner collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. He didn't feel the way Balthromaw licked him clean, nor see the familiar greenish whirl of a portal.

-*-

"The boy is good," the pet dragon huffed in amusement and flew away wherever bonded dragons rested while their owners were recuperated. Rick had the urge to hunt it down, castrate it, and feed it with its own dick before he killed it in the most torturous way, but he had other priorities.

Sighing, he looked down on Morty's fainted form, and couldn't help, but admire the tiny, yet so resilient boy. He was an idiot, a moron, a fucking stupid little bitch, but he had to admit it. The boy was nothing if not determined.

He should have made a robot dragon if Morty wanted one that much…

Rick scooped up the unmoving body of his grandson. He was going to give him a pain reliever because he didn't want Morty to hurt, his back would probably make him a whiny little bitch without one, but unlike other instances, he wasn't going to use the mindblower. He was going to leave the memory in Morty's mind, he was going to have to live with the knowledge that he fucked a dragon-

-and his grandfather, even if he didn't know that little tidbit.

He smirked.

Maybe there was no need to cancel the soul bond yet. Maybe he didn't need to kill that fucker. Maybe even a pet dragon had its uses…

He wouldn't mind the repetition of the afternoon, that's for sure. Feeling Morty's little hands and small body against his cock, tasting him, and bringing him to completion was something he was going to treasure forever.

Morty whined as Rick laid him down on his bed. With an uncharacteristically gentle smile, he caressed the sweaty curls on Morty's forehead, and whispered, "You're gonna be fine. Grandpa is here. And he is going to be here for a long, long time. We are soul bonded, after all. Even if I don't have any use of that beast anymore, we will stay bonded."

Babe. Babe, I don’t have any excuse for this. I did not plan this as today’s post, but I guess in a roundabout way it is your fault, because everything connected to Rick and Morty is your fault. Duh. (Love you ❤️) (Ngl I think it is oddly fitting that I write about dragon sex on our monthversary... 🤔😅) Happy five months of being with me while I'm getting increasingly wild with the things I write for you, I guess? (Not sure why you are doing this to yourself, but you are stuck with me u.u) Love you, @mortysanchez

[someone1348]

Surprise! It's me! I'm posting woop woop!

This might be a short one but oh well!

The people in this: Lee!Tubbo, Ler!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Benchtrio fic! Benchtrio fic! Irl benchtrio fic!

Tw: some language other than that none this is so soft!

I've had this idea for a while just sitting in my plans list on my notes soooo yeah! I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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Stuck in the middle

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were getting to spend some quality time together after a vlog. They had all just arrived back at Tubbo's house and immediately flopped down on the small love seat that had a direct veiw of the TV.

Tommy sat left of Tubbo while Ranboo took the right, the bee boy was left to get the middle spot. He wasn't complaining though he had the best veiw in the house and he was close to his two favorite people, it was a win win all together!

The only con was there was no room for his hands so he had to put his arms on the couch top behind his two friends.

Tommy sighed in content as he rolled his head back "Man that vlog was crazy"

"You can say that again" Ranboo said in agreement as he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels to see what they could all watch and enjoy together

"SOUTH PARK!"

"No!"

This was the hardest part of cable vs the benchtrio, nothing being on! But they had fun with it. After much persistence from the bee boy South Park was played in the background as Tubbo happily smiled watching one of his favorite shows.

After a couple of episodes Tommy was slowly getting more and more bored, he glanced at Ranboo, then at Tubbo, just to see if he could do anything and fix this boredom that was starting to form into a headache, the idea sparked in him like a light switch being flicked on as he saw the way Tubbo was positioned.

He was stuck, a smirk slowly formed on his features, quickly putting it away as to not give away his plan! He waited a bit, occasionally glancing over at the pair just to see if any of them had caught on, they haven't, it was time!

Tommy slowly moved his hand to Tubbo's knee tracing little shapes on the brunettes kneecap and the upper part of the knee where the knee meets the thigh. He felt his best friend tense up just a bit, Ranboo looked over and immediately knew the plan.

Both of them took it slowly, Tommy eventually wrote the word 'Tickle' across Tubbo's ticklish skin, that's when Tubbo spoke up, the giggles trapped in his throat, so close to escaping

"Tommy quit it!" He said quietly as to not fully disrupt Ranboo if he was watching, he couldn't tell, he was so focused on Tommy and his tickly fingers he didn't even realize that Ranboo was in on this too!

"Im not doing anything Tub's I don't know what you're talking about" The blonde said still making shapes on Tubbo's knee,

"Yes you are knock it off"

"No I'm not!"

"Shhh Tommy I'm trying to watch" Ranboo said to throw Tubbo off some more, Tommy knew he was playing along so he went with the flow

"Whatever" the blonde focused his eyes back onto the tv picking up the speed a bit, now scribbling all over the brunettes knee, Tubbo tensed up his leg more to try and stop it but nothing would work if anything that made it tickle more!

Tommy then squeezed his knee and that was the end of that, Tubbo let out an uncontrollable squeak and a few giggles as the smirk on Tommy's face became visible, his eyes still glued to the tv;

He skittered his tickly fingers all around his knee as Ranboo took this as his cue to start pinching all over Tubbo's tigh/upper leg

"Rahahahanboo?!"

Ranboo's eyes remained fixated on the tv as his hand spidered down the length of his tigh squeezing his knee as well, Tommy still scribbling behind Tubbo's other knee and all around it, spreading his fingers out overtop of his kneecap when he felt like it, Tubbo couldn't stop the laughter that flowed out of his mouth after that,

"Guhuhuhuys nohot fahahair"

"Tubbo could you keep it down please im trying to watch South Park" Tommy teased joking around as Ranboo joined

"Yeah Tubbo geez this is my favorite show"

"Jeheherks" Tubbo joked through his laughter

"Woah!!!"

"Language Tubbo! How Dare you call us jerks! You're in for it now pal!"

The playfulness was clear in everyone's voice it was a great atmosphere but man was he in for it!

"Wait wait wait WA-HAHAHAIT! TOHOHOMMY!!"

Tommy smirked scribbling against Tubbo's side, Tubbo squirmed as best he could but in the midst of trying to escape Tommy's tickles he left himself wide open for Ranboo, which he fully took the opportunity and squeezed gently up and down Tubbo's other side;

"RAHAHAN!!"

"Tktktktktktktk~" Ranboo made some tickle sounds scribbling against the length of his other side as Tommy stuck to some pokes there too as to not overwhelm him.

"We're gonna get you tubs!~"

"Ihihit tihihickles!"

"Good! It's supposed to! Tickle Tickle Tickleee bee boy!~"

"Tohohohommyyy!"

"Tickle Tickle tickleee, dawwww~ such a ticklish little tubbo!"

"Rahahahahan! Plehehease!"

Tommy giggled scribbling quickly under Tubbo's arm as he squealed

"AH!"

"PFFFT HAHA THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"You're an ahahass!"

"Language Tubbo! I think we should get his stomach for that one, what do you think Tommy?~"

"Oh I do agree Ranboo great idea!~"

"Nonononono Wait! WAhahait I'm sohoHOHOHORRYY!! NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!"

"Tickletickletickletickle~" Ranboo scribbled underneath his shirt all over his ticklish tummy while Tommy blew tiny raspberries wherever Ranboo's tickly fingers we're not getting leaving no spot untickled.

Tubbo threw his head back in laughter and lightly kicked the ground as the ticklish sensation filled his senses

"OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCY HAHAHA!"

Both boy's stopped instantly, rubbing away the phantom tickles and giving Tubbo room to put his hands down.

"Did you have fun tubs?"

"Mhm! Even though you're both mehean"

"Says the one who called you an ass Tommy"

Everyone was laughing together, it was perfect! Today was well deserved for all of them.

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I hope you all enjoyedd! Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Relax, Drink some water, eat something yummy and have a great day my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]