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[rainbowmechanism]

It's Dandy's World we're just living in it. We're just living in it. We're still living in it❤️

[puptrefied]

cw: non-con,　somno,　fingering & cunnilingus ( r!receiving ),　 reader cries just a little,　 praising, 　 overstimulation,　 abby being the sweetest girl ever ( pretty ironic ) | 1.6k words.

　having long nails is great.

they look cute, you can match them with your outfit and your makeup, you get some compliments, they're amazing at scratching and all that.

“wanna know what's frustrating though?” you start, mindlessly scrolling on your phone while abby looks at your new set of nails, her own unmanicured hand holding yours. “not to be, you know, nasty but I feel like I'm gonna slash my pussy open if I try to stick a finger in there the wrong way.”

only a low hum of agreement can be heard from the blonde as she leans back against the couch of your shared apartment, tracing the design that's beautifully decorating the nail on your middle finger. yeah, that looks like it would hurt real bad.

“then get a toy. there is more stuff you can use.”

“of course I know that, but I don't have time either. at this point I feel like a nun!” a ( kinda whiny ) sigh escaping your lips at the mere thought of all the weeks spent unsatisfied. coming home late and tired didn't give you much time to even grab a toy like abby suggested.

but luckily, you have a very thoughtful roommate!

this woman would do anything—and I mean anything—to see you happy because that's what friends are for. helping and supporting each other during tough times and, let me tell you, being sexually frustrated definitely counts as one.

“abby? what the fu—mhggm” her hand quickly went over your mouth to stop your protests to get louder and more panicked while the other worked to keep your legs and arms from pushing her face away. why are you acting so surprised to see her in between your legs when she's just trying to help? it's not like you would be able to push her away but jeez, didn't expect such an ungrateful response.

yes, she woke you up by making out with your pussy but you were basically asking for it earlier.

“gonna make you feel good.” she promised before she kept lapping at your cunt like a starved woman. slurping you up like you're her favorite dish. feeling the vibration of your desperate, muffled sounds against her palm made her speak again. “shh, I won't hurt you.”

taking off your underwear while you sleep, holding you down, forcing your mouth shut and your legs open doesn't hurt! not if you stay still, at least.

her plan was simple.

if she made you feel good by eating you out, using her own fingers to reach places you currently couldn't ( and probably have never been able to ) reach while you slept then you would surely wake up in a good mood and thank her with that precious smile of yours and maybe even a kiss.

but noooo, you decided to wake up in the middle of it and panic. ugh, just when your body was responding so well to her touch. she had seen the way your cunt was glistening when she started to slowly kiss it. the moonlight slipping through your curtains making the sight even prettier, and she'll be lying if she said the thought of taking a picture didn't cross her mind.

but a little crying from you won't stop her, even if she feels the hot tears against her skin.

she's still holding your legs open so she can continue to suck and lick at your clit, tongue tracing each fold and sensitive bit. your hips bucking into her face—but she's not sure if you're liking it and want more or you're trying to push her away.

“don't scream, okay baby?” she whispered against the soft skin on your inner thigh, peppering small kisses, while looking up at your watery eyes, “I'll be so gentle. trust me.”

actually, what other choice do you have? this woman can literally bench press 205 lbs. you get on her bad side and a single smack takes you back to your mother's womb. she has a mean right hook too, those punching bags stand no chance.

but again, it's abby who we're talking about.

the blondie that cuddles you to sleep anytime your bed feels too cold, who makes stupid jokes to cheer you up even if she cringes so fucking hard immediately after, who lets you try to count every freckle on her skin without even asking why, who can listen to you talk for hours and pay attention to every word, the one that drunkenly tells you how glad she is that you're her roommate and friend while kissing your shoulder even if deep down she wishes for more than that and stares at you as if you are the most important thing in the world—because to her you truly are.

so maybe she really just wants to make you feel good...

the second the fear and confusion in your eyes turns into something more calm, seeing the slow nod of your head, the small hiccup and your legs no longer struggling, she pulls her hand away from your mouth to trace the other set of lips, gathering the mixture of her saliva and your fluids on her fingertips before gently pushing one inside. “there we go…nice and slow.”

she might've been wrong for not asking first but how was she supposed to resist the feeling of your warm, tight walls squeezing her fingers just right as she curls them inside. soaking her knuckles in a shiny coat of stickiness that makes her want to dive in face first again and taste it until it becomes the only flavor she'll ever remember.

once she's sure that you're wet and comfortable enough, another thick digit slides in, the stretch earning a moan from you that has abby feeling like angels are singing and welcoming her to heaven. god, she has waited for so long to hear those sounds out of your lips—sounds caused by her, not your vibrator nor whoever you used to invite over thinking you two were quiet. ( she could hear you every.single.time… and honestly? it was so good to get a free show. )

even if her pace was somewhat slow, the thrusts of her fingers still managed to produce soft, wet noises that filled the room as they combined with your heavy breathing.

“told you I'd be gentle.” she cooed against your abdomen, trailing her kisses up your torso until she finally reached your lips. the same lips she has been dreaming of kissing since she moved in, since she first saw you smile, since you finally laughed at something she said, since the first time she saw them in a pretty shade of lipgloss. it's better than she ever imagined and she knows she'll ask ( beg ) for more from now on.

she's head over heels if you couldn't tell already.

“a warning would've been nice.” your quiet words bring a sheepish smile to abby’s face as she sighs, pulling her face away just a little to speak, “sorry, you looked so stressed lately, I figured you wouldn't mind…”

abby aims to please even if she doesn't realize how bad her impulsive thoughts are before she acts on them. but look at the bright side; from now on you have a girl who's willing to drop to her knees and bury her face between your thighs at your own home almost 24/7!

after a bit, she starts to notice that the clenching and throbbing around her fingers gets more frequent and your moans louder, meaning she can finally speed up the pace. burying herself deep into your cunt to reach all the perfect spots she knows you've been missing. “fuck, you're so pretty. I wish you could see yourself…dripping all over the bed.”

she’s breathless as if she was the one getting touched, her own underwear damp just from seeing and pleasing you. can you blame her? she feels like a child on christmas morning.

“that's it, doing so good.”

oh, how she adores the way your hips tremble underneath her. making a mess on your bed sheets as you throw your head back—which she takes as an invitation and buries her face there. inhaling your scent like it's the only thing keeping her alive, like you're the oxygen she needs.

“gonna come? I can barely move my fingers with how tight you are.” liar. no matter how much you squeeze she's pumping them in and out without a single bit of effort. working out daily really pays off in the most satisfying ways. plus, you're too wet and it slides in and out very easily.

and god, her words make the flutter in your lower belly even worse. your hand gripping at her forearm, nails digging so hard she takes it as “it's too much.” when in reality she had fucked you so dumb with her fingers that reaching for abby was purely out of instinct.

she can't even understand the words ( babbles ) coming out of your mouth, the whiny tone is all she's able to register on her pussy-drunk mind. yes, she's as fucked out as you are.

the loud cry that escaped your puffy lips while repeating her name over and over definitely woke up a neighbor or two and just the thought of it makes abby's ego go up to the roof. who's making the prettiest girl in the building come? abigail motherfucking anderson.

her fingers continue their movements, a bit sloppier than before, but they keep going nonetheless. thumb circling your sensitive clit to add more stimulation.

she shushed your whimpers with soft kisses on your your temple and held you still to keep the overstimulated jerking off hips from pushing her away.

“you can take a little more, you're a big girl.”

and she's an insatiable woman.

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[tvlandofficiall]

happy spamton saturday everyone give it up for spamton saturday

[broocksz]

yet again combining my intersts because i cannn

i had a thought of team dark is just mort and family but edgier and i dont think that thought left me since also omega being 150cm is so funny to me... he looks so huge but he tiny

@eskiinox exploding you

[ahollowgrave]

Hi friends!

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If you have time today, please please please look up a nearby independent bookstore that is participating and pop in! Or just visit a local independent bookstore that isn't participating.

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[pleiades-cabin-talk]

someone or something stumbles aboard. odd, considering it sounded like it came from the back of the ship, and that’s not where the dock is. also odd considering it’s midnight. and is there a storm coming? the fog is certainly rolling in.

and who exactly is that girl? she’s definitely not a part of rose’s crew. when and how did she get there?

@the-leaches

The ship was supposed to be empty. Rose hissed under his breath, something sharp prickling up his spine beneath his shirt as he spreads his legs apart on the carpeted flooring slightly, bending at the knee, shoulders hunching and head lowering as a ripple went through his body, stiffening his muscles all throughout, just enough to be taut, ready to spring into action if needed.

Andromeda was still being repaired. At the very least during day time, she was. No one was supposed to be here, including himself. But even on his supposed 'break' he couldn't help it. He worried for the large vessel, even as she reassured him, thrumming gently through the floorboards, vibrating the blood in his very veins, that she was more than alright and that he need not worry.

But here he was, having wandered some of the halls aimlessly, when he felt another presence board the ship. His ship.

He stepped into the shadows after a moment, when he'd located the trespasser, and reappeared not a moment after on a floor higher, that had an open railing showing him the view of the strange little girl stood upon the lower, wider deck at the back of the ship.

The sea around the dock sloshed gently, but not enough to disturb the pool that seperated the unknown figure from the Crew member eyeing them from the dark.

He only watches a moment longer before he steps once into nothingness, only to reappear two arms lengths infront of her, pool now not many steps behind him, watching the tendrils of fog twist gently around the railings on the far sides of the ship while focusing mainly on the girl before him.

Rose's posture is spun tight, standing tall with eyes cast down upon her.

"What are you doing here?" he demands, voice deep and level, a vague threat in his tone, though it's more so one that tells of the caution ringing in his mind.

Anywhere else and he would've just been mildly tense about a surprise meeting such as this. But...upon Andromeda? Alone?

He would not take chances here.

[raowolf707]

Hello Tumblr :)

More specifically the art/fanart/fantroll community.. I'm Ray! I'm a long time big nerd of all things Homestuck even in the big scary 2025! I was a long time lurker here but now I'm a first time tumblr blogger! Wish me luck!

I'm still figuring out the ropes with this new adventure but I hope you join me along for the journey! Will be posting mostly about ocs, mine and others! But might slip some fanart in there too!!

Linktree I have a working set up on Toyhouse, but also plan on making Tik Toks to come as well! Anyways I hope you enjoy the art I so enjoy making!!

Thankss!!

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown: Centennial Celebration

Book 1: A Founding Fiasco

Chapter 1: A Tiny Dilemma

"Oh! And umm... anyone who needs their refill while I'm gone-"

"-has to present their student ID and we check the chart... We know! Just go," Pam snaps as they tap their roots on the desk.

Vern nods, more to himself than the plants, "o-okay.... umm... r-right. Okay. Call if you ummm... need anything!"

The crocuses start prodding him to move towards the door. All of them start talking slightly over each other, "don't worry! Bennet is coming in to help!!!!"

He hesitantly lets them push him out while trying to not step on any of their thin roots. Not even a moment after the little flowers shove him into the hall, the infirmary door slamming shut echoes off the stone walls. He blinks, adjusting his satchel before starting off towards the mirror hall. Each footstep disturbs the silence of the school.

It was too early to leave, and yet... his amber gaze drops to the basket in his grip. The lavender cloth covering it slightly rustles as he walks. He hadn't found someone to watch his bunnies. The centennial will keep him busy and his stomach twists at the thought of not having enough time for them. He considers asking one of Uncle's... no, they would also be busy.

As he arrives at the mirror chamber, Koa lifts his head from where he's laying. Vern let the elk out of the stables earlier. His familiar had sent him out of the room several times in the past few hours. The elk's ear twitches, watching Vern carefully as he stares at the mirrors.

"Patience... you-"

"-I know," he sighs, grip tightening as he turns to Koa, "I'm umm... my stomach is all um... knotted a-and ummm... my hands are umm... shaky, too..."

"That is your nerves and anxiety. He will-"

"-and if he doesn't? What if no one-"

"-Vern," Koa stands, taking a few strides towards him. The elk bends its head down to press against Vern's forehead, "everything will be alright."

Chapter 2: The Sleepiest Solution

“Hey~“

Vern jumps a little at the familiar voice. Smiling as he turns, he takes care to not jostle the basket of bunnies too much. His nerves are somewhat eased to see Steel finally join him. Part of him wanted to ask about the lack of any visible blot, but the memory of Pam’s scathing remarks tie his tongue.

“G-good morning, I’m umm… thank you, again for um…” he pauses, noticing Nightshade attempting to nose his way out of the basket. Vern frowns a little as he carefully tries to nudge the rabbit’s head back under the blanket.

“Eh, no problem..” he earns a shrug and a raised brow, “you brought the bunnies?”

Vern lifts the basket higher to let Steel pet Nightshade, “I umm… couldn’t find someone to um… watch them…”

“Hm...” a playful grin slowly crosses Steel’s features, “I know someone~”

He looks up at him, “r-really? Are you umm…. sure they won’t mind?”

“Sure...” Steel only winks “it’ll be fun~”

“O-okay…” Vern fidgets slightly, but quickly follows him. He’s hesitates before stepping through the Diasomnia mirror. The ever-looming storm causes his nerves to spike as lightning flashes. Walking faster, he does his best to stay close to Steel while his amber gaze continuously darts to the sky. His muscles lose some tension as they enter the dorm. Every window they pass, he unconsciously checks the sky. Vern briefly draws Steel’s attention as he accidentally bumps into his arm.

“… right. I can take them for you, if you want,” he offers, his voice a bit softer than normal.

Vern stiffens at a distant rumble of thunder, “I-I would umm… rather um… s-stay…”

“… alright..”

They eventually reach a familiar door, giving Vern pause as Steel steps into the dorm. Despite his initial hesitation, he follows and looks around. It’s probably a good thing that Silver has not woken up, or perhaps it’s the opposite?

“You can set them over there.”

Nodding, Vern places the basket in the corner. Smiling to himself, he whispers a small farewell as he casts for some vines to create a nice enclosure for them.

“A-and you’re umm… sure he won’t mind?”

Shrugging, Steel leads Vern back into the hall, “animals like him, no worries~”

Vern nods as they head back towards the mirror chamber. He barely notices Steel quickly sending a text and quietly hopes he tells Silver about the bunnies.

Chapter 3: A Land Called Paradise

Vern looks around as they return to the mirror chamber. Koa seems to have stretched his legs a bit while waiting. The elk's ear twitches as the pair returns, aware of more footsteps heading towards the chamber.

"You found a suitable place for the small ones?"

Vern glances at Steel, a bit of humor lighting his own eyes after a moment, "I ummm... think so, yeah..."

"Good," Koa nods, "it's almost time for the others to be arriving..."

Book 1: [1] [2] [3]

Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[sentry-official]

Oh look! Another me! Hi!

— @the-real-sentry

Finally someone worth talking to! Hello, another me!

[necromycologist]

also quite literally spat out my drink at this part from feonie + the islander regalia. sorry. sorry. sorry the What novels about Who

[the-future-haunts-you]

Tfw you are surrounded by your evil doppelgängers and there are simply more and more of them

[ Hi hi this is @voice-o-fallacy/the hatred anon! :] Just found it funny that within a day Builderman got jumped by at least three Hatred. Hope you enjoy the meme ]

* "WHY WON'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE⁉️"

* I ADORE THIS SM HAGZVAHAJXJSGA THE POOR MAN IS JUST CHILLING IN HIS GRAVE LEAVE HIM ALONEEE /j /lh

* i thought of making something similar to this but u beat me to it lol. might do it anyways because it's funny

* i have no idea how there's so many Hatreds jumping this poor man but i am enjoying every second of it :DD he's not safe from the horrors!!! he's even more unsafe!! get him!!!!!

* i am putting this on my wall and giving you so much of your favourite food it overflows your fridge. yippeee!!

[synnepiruru]

[ask-outrider-amber]

“Hm, aren’t you the Outrider of the Knights of Favonius?”

(A woman with a large cloak had suddenly approached Amber when she was on her patrol round, around the area of Windrise. The woman gave her a small smile and nod.)

“Ah, apologies. I must look suspicious for suddenly approaching you. You may call me Vera, and I think Amber is your name if I’ve heard correctly from the people?”

@burrat1n0 // :D👋🏻

"nice to meet you, ms. vera!! i'm amber, what can i do for you today?" amber greeted her, noticing the woman's hair color and appearance was similar to someone she knew.

[meph0ne4z]

HELLO KITTY.

DOES NOT.

DO DRUGS.

HELLO KITTY.

DOES NOT.

SLEEP WITH 5 GUYS.

HELLO KITTY!!!

DOES NOT!!!

PROMOTE HARMFUL BEHAVIOR!!!

SHE IS FIVE APPLES TALL.

AND LOVES TO PLAY WITH HER FRIENDS!!!!!

[that-traveling-banjo]

Make-up

based of a roleplay with @crimfckeyt

[grapecherry]

HEY WHIT. WHIT. WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT.