#I rushed this so bad lmao

[diviedrawn]

Basically how the dlc went

[droodlebug]

OHH btw here's Maru peeks for the stardew mod i've been working on... I haven't given up i just had a lot of stuff happen that made me pause work on it lmao

[linterteatime]

Hatsune miku meets her biggest fan...the hot topic mascot 😌

[blondeaxolotl]

Sorry to bother, but I just really really need to share a thought.

I feel like Malleus would be thoroughly entertained and entranced by a car wash. A car wash to him is more magical to him than actual magic.

The car wash is his special interest

[gordon-freeman-phd]

An almost Valentine

[corntired]

Fanfiction is so goated actually

No monetary incentive, just writing in one's free time. Some incentive for like kudos and comments, because who doesn't want to hear that someone else enjoyed what they wrote. Just writing a story that is good and/or enjoyable, no real-life pressure to keep it going because god forbid you and other people are depending on it financially.

Writing a story because you want to write a good story, so you can write what they want the way you want, at a pace that is realistic for you, with exactly the plot pacing you want there to be.

[knific]

headcanon that baseball really likes to play with rubix cubes

[imogenkol]

KINCADE PACK 🐺 (original works) — “The name goes back centuries, and all Miranda cares about is making sure it lasts for many more”

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[vastards-end]

finally listened to Secrets in the Dark....

[misalsmistake]

Hii, Can you make a oneshot where Sanemi eats reader out and she squirts on his face 🫢

of course , I don't really know how to write for sanemi so hopefully it's good 🫶🏽

cw : oral , slight soft!dom reader, reader has female genitalia, pronouns are never mentioned , small overstim

minors DNI

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sanemi kneels before you at the edge of the bed, his mouth stands agape as his eyes skim over your body before settling on your clit.

"sanemi" the call of his name snaps him out of a trance, he shuffled awkwardly before looking up at your face.

"are you nervous?" your voice was soft, though the question caught him off guard. he swallows a lump of saliva accumulating in his throat before responding. "no, what made you think that" he whips his head away from your view. his voice was low, his face flushed a light shade of red.

you chuckle lightly tilting your head "you seem dazed" your hand moves to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you "you can relax around me" to which he does, he relishes in your touch. seeming to miss the warmth of your fingers when you take your hand away, though it quickly melts away once he locks eyes with your sex again.

"whenever you're ready" you smile down at him, spreading your legs a little wider.

he takes a deep breath and moves between your legs, he grips your thighs gingerly pushing them back a little.

his tongue delves between your folds, licking a stripe up your clit. he looks up at you for a reaction, yet you still withhold that same smile. he huffs pushing your thighs back further and goes in for another lick, he swirls his tongue around your bud feeling you elicit a shiver.

he repeats the action, your thighs attempt too close but are swiftly stopped by the vice grip he has on your thighs.

your fingers intertwine with his hair, throwing your head back with a moan.

he continues his assault on your pussy, he's very sloppy with it, no technique yet he still manages too make it feel good.

he slurps up your juices, his chin covered in a sheen layer of your fluids. your taste is addicting and he finds himself yearning for more of it.

your mouth opens in a silent cry, grinding yourself onto his face as you feel your appending release. though this one feels much bigger.

your orgasm comes unexpectedly, your body spasms as you gush onto sanemis face. moans spill freely from your mouth as sanemi laps up most of your release, you tug at his hair when he holds his position between your legs still sucking at your clit.

"samemi--" you whine, and he lets up. "sorry.." he murmurs, releasing his grip on your thighs "did i-- did I do good?" he asks, his gaze appointed toward the floor.

you look down smiling lazily at him, "so good"

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[livethrushit]

that last scene in the qaf finale was painful. we get a voiceover of michael talking about how some things should never change and the show decided that very much included brian. we then get him dancing in babylon to beat us over the head with the idea that nothing has changed at its core. but everything has in that moment. everything had changed for seasons. with everyone dancing "the way it should be" brian was the only one who didn't fit in that scene, yet there he was smack in the middle of it all

this wasn't growth, it wasn't poetic, it was a poorly written ending

[mammomlette]

thinking about how Belphie’s situation in s1 is so Blackbird (the song) coded

(Because I never stop thinking of lesson 16 and Belphie in season1 I could go on a word rampage about that arc.)

warnings: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 OBEY ME lesson 16 is its own warning guys

Notes: I basically just rewrote the s1 Belphie plot line. That’s it. It’s basically the exact same but written narratively lol. Also!! I plan on writing part 3 of the obey me as soulmate tropes (barb and dia are already done) but Solomon’s part is giving me such a creative block for some reason so it’s taking a while! Sorry!

Constructive criticism welcomed :)

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

Shouts for help echoed through the hallways of the House of Lamentation. Why did it seem nobody but you (and the man who tried stopping you from approaching the attic, Lucifer) could hear them?

You snook your way around the house, trying to avoid the stars visible from Lucifer’s doorway and other places you’ve seen him roam at night. Even if he was distracted listening to Levi’s TSL vinyl, you didn’t want to risk it. You were determined to go up to the attic and listen to the voice shouting for you to please help, so you could free whatever may be trapped up there or at least hear it out.

You thought for a moment his calls for help sounded akin to a blackbird singing a morning’s song, though there are no mornings in the eternal darkness of the devildom; only the dead of night forever.

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly,”

You carefully made your way up the stairs, “MC, finally, no one is going to stop you. Now’s your chance to climb the stairs.” How did this voice know your name? More importantly, why are they asking you for help? What got them up there in the first place?

Your internal questions halted when you finally came face to face with the person behind the caged door of the attic. He never said his name, however he did ask you for help, and who were you if not humane? You’re here as a human, after all. He instructed to you to make pacts with the six demon brothers, starting with Beelzebub, in order to gain the power to free him. Your heart hurt for the poor human who claimed to have been locked away for so long they’ve forgotten who they are and how long exactly they’ve been locked away.

Make pacts with my brothers, learn to set me free.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.”

Belphie has been waiting for so long, months now spent just sitting in the same room, air long turned stale. He could tell you exactly how many boards were on the floor and cobwebs were in the corners of the room. Of course, his brother had to lock him away. Of course, his brother chose Diavolo’s rule over his own little brother.

Finally, after so long, there was finally something. A human no less, who had finally managed to enter the attic. If it had to be a human who would save him, so what?

He had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive. A moment to be free again, and even a moment to seek revenge.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night,”

All Belphie heard at night now was the voice of this human. It’s strange how much comfort its grown to bring him, given his plan. But the voice of his brothers and his dead twin would be much more comforting to hear, and his sister was a much more comforting presence.

He knows he won’t miss you when you’re gone, or else he just wouldn’t go through with it, he just wouldn’t continue to manipulate you into working to free him just for him to kill you. But he will miss the routine of having a concerned voice chirping at him in the dead of night while everyone else is asleep. He’s sure Beel will suffice.

“Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,”

At last the moment came, you had finally freed him, even if you weren’t there when the cage opened, he knows it was you. Had you finally made a pact with Lucifer? Is that why he’s free? Credit given where credit is due, you were surprisingly competent for a human. It’s a shame the fate that befalls you. The fate Belphie has the power of stopping, but chooses not to.

Your eyes were so tired he noticed in the brighter lighting of purgatory hall. Sunken and tarnished by dark bags. Was this the result of your late night visits to the attic? Had you just been working too hard? Who knows, I’d rather, who cares? Any pity he felt, he swallowed down and it was quickly drowned by his seething and growing hatred for your kind. Maybe in another life, he and Lilith would be sneaking down into the human world to watch you and your kin, but not anymore. You can’t teach him to see humans as more than vermin.

“All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

A humans life is always only building up to death. It’s what every human spends their life anticipating, waiting for the sweet relief or curdling torture of death. Would you feel dread in your last moments? Perhaps irony? He never could grow fond enough of you to change his plans, but you did plant an invasive seed of interest in him. He hates how he wants to understand you now more than ever, how does the human mind and spirit face death? Are you different from the countless other humans he’s killed? Are you more accepting?

It’s sad to say that the only regret he has from killing you is not making it last long enough for you to express your final thoughts to him. If only he had dragged your death out longer, given you time and air to carefully pick out your last words, maybe even a last emotion shared just with him. The thought of wanting to be the one to see your dying face, hear your dying thoughts and feel your dying senses feels quite intimate for a murderer and the murdered. Maybe in another life you weren’t unfortunate enough to be born as a human. In another life, he thinks. He dwells on the ‘ifs’ too often.

It’s only natural for humans to die. They wait their entire life for that moment of freedom, really he gifted you by killing you while you were still well loved by those around you, his brothers. Oh, his brothers will be mad… they’ll get over it, in time. They can’t love you enough to stay mad at their sweet little brother, right?

[littlehatmouse]

i finished this in the last 20 minutes of lesbian visibility week after not drawing at all LETS GO

[eddiethehunted]

depressed because i am still hyperfixating on steddie and st in general but i’m just so burnt out. i can’t even recover from the burnout bc i just keep having to work and i can’t afford to not work. i can never just rest. so i have no energy to think about anything fun or even draw or write which i WANT to do!!! i just feel like a failure idk 😔 i know it isn’t like my responsibility to provide content but i like being active in fandoms!! i just have 0 energy to even do anything bc im so depressed and that just makes me more depressed 😭

[megamindsupremacy]

Concept to complete

[pinkyjulien]

So uh

yee yee