#aheem heem ...

[somewhatidealname]

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Mature tentacle warning ahead!

Okay, hear me out.

Rain with a tentacle down there.

It's skinny and smooth and resides in a sheath where Rain's clit would be. To an outside observer, it looks like a hole about the width of the tip of a pinky finger (yes, Swiss has tried to put his pinky in there.)

This tentacle has a mind of its own. Rain cannot control it in any way.

The tentacle recognises people. Rain doesn't know if it's from scent or sound or how his own body reacts to the person, he's not sure how it works.

Whenever one of Rain's partners play with him, the tentacle will come out from their sheath and wrap around their wrist and squeeze, all happy to see their partner. It likes to twist in and out between Phantom's fingers. Swiss likes to French kiss it.

If it's someone the tentacle doesn't know, Rain has to coax them out of their hiding place. One hand spreading his lips, the other gently tickling under the hole until the tentacle slowly emerges. If the tentacle is still unsure, it wraps itself around Rain's thigh shyly.

There are certain problems caused by having a tentacle with its own autonomy.

Namely, when it's bored, it'll slide out of its' sheath and slip into Rain. No matter what Rain's doing. It's happened on stage before, Rain's excitement riling it up.

[mokadevs]

i love pink cat !!!

[sug4rst1ckzz]

Yammered in the drafts, scheduled the post, took the craziest rainstorm nap, n woke up. Sorry for rambling it will happen again.

Have color test thing of these 3 (they have infected my brain)

• 🏴‍☠️ ⚓️ 🐚 🔱•

ok now give me 2 million dollars to give these three a design /j

[fyoggo]

buds! (maybe you have to open for better quality...)

[parasocial-hermit]

Maggot crying core

[northern-passage]

"Is this okay?" Clementine says softly, glancing down at you.

They've tied your hands to the headboard with a silk ribbon, loose enough to be comfortable - and if you really wanted to, you'd have no problem pulling yourself free. But you don't want to.

"Yeah," you say breathlessly, giving the ribbon a little tug, and Clementine smiles when it holds fast, leaning back, all but sitting on your lap. You take their weight easily, their thighs on either side of you, their fingers slowly trailing down your chest, your stomach, making you tense into them, your body desperate from their earlier teasing, the impression of their hands still lingering on your skin.

Your reaction makes them smirk, pressing their palms against your chest as they rock forward, leaning over you and kissing your jaw, your neck, licking your skin and scraping their teeth against your pulse. Heat spikes through you, and you reflexively pull against the ribbon, the headboard groaning behind you.

Clementine peers up at you, their eyes flicking to your bound wrists, to your lips, a hungry look on their face.

You want to reach out, pull them closer, run your hand through their hair and pull on their curls, but the ribbon holds you in place, and you can only watch. Clementine's breath burns against your throat as they lean back in, once more feeling the sharp pleasure of their teeth on your pulse, and you know they're going to leave a mark.

They mutter softly as they start to move lower, pressing your name into your skin as they trail sharp kisses across your chest. Their hands, too, trail down, fingers tracing slow, tantalizing patterns along your sides, making you shiver. You're really starting to squirm, their tongue hot and wet as they taste you, sucking on your chest, their thighs tensing as your hips buck slightly underneath them.

Clementine moves lower, kissing your stomach, lingering over old scars, sucking gently on the smooth, raised skin, their tongue carefully tracing over the jagged lines. Your hands twitch over your head, and again you long to grab at a handful of their hair, to pull their lips up to yours, but still the ribbon holds.

You know they're doing it on purpose, taking their time, languishing in the way your body responds to their touch. They peer up at you, shifting to lower themself between your legs, wrapping a hand around your thigh. Their palm is hot, with them kissing just below your navel as they spread your legs, and you close your eyes for a moment, pressing back into the pillows. Clementine's lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, light kisses turning into loving bites, their hands holding your hips still as you gasp and tug on the ribbon.

"Clementine..."

They hum, their lips still pressed against you, the sensation making you moan their name again. A few more kisses, slow and deliberate, before they start to use their hand, turning their head to suck on your thighs, leaving more marks on your skin.

Their hand quickens, and you strain against the ribbon, your back arching as you twist into the mattress. Your thighs tense around them, their mouth on you again, and you're close, pressing yourself into them, their green eyes bright as they watch your face.

And then they pull back, pushing your hips down, sitting up and licking their lips as you huff a pathetic protest. Gods, you want to touch yourself, to touch them like they're touching you.

Clementine crawls forward, nice and slow - driving you mad, with your muscles tensed and shaking in anticipation. They shift overtop you, lowering themself with one thigh pressed just between your legs, making you inhale sharply. Their skin ignites where it touches yours, chest to chest, hip to hip, their hand cupping your face as they kiss you, their tongue sliding against yours, tasting yourself in their mouth. They roll their hips, sliding their other hand between you, the pressure from their thigh and the sudden practiced touch of their hand sending you over the edge.

Clementine sighs blissfully at your pleasure, tucking their head into the crook of your neck, their lips brushing your throat as their hand keeps working you until there's nothing left, your body slumping back against the mattress and your arms limp against their restraints. You pull weakly against the ribbons, panting as Clementine slowly draws their hand back up your stomach, still pressing soft kisses against your neck.

It takes you some time to come back into the room, your breath still a little frantic, with Clementine wrapped around you, trailing lazy kisses along your jaw and throat. 

"You going to untie me?" you finally manage to say, your hands twitching behind you, aching to return the favor.

"Mmm," Clementine hums into the hollow of your throat, kissing your collar bone, their hands tightening around you.

"Not yet," they say, and you can feel the smile in their kiss, their leg hooking around your hip and holding you against them. You turn your head, and they're waiting for you, their lips meeting yours as they run a firm hand over your chest, their lips parting in a low moan as their fingers dig into your sides.

You suspect you'll be tied up for a while.

[murderandcoffee]

augh arthur & daniel’s conversation in episode 33 “the father” WRECKS ME

[phykoha]

why is it that Sky has the cutest capes and hair available when I have NO MONEY to buy them. I'm gonna cry gfhjbsjgvdfsjgfd

[mwah-so-kissed]

PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE HAS THE ORIGINAL IMAHE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[dogteath]

Here ye hear ye I am having jock brainrot. Please please please give me headcanons/ideas/thoughts/threats in reblogs or comments.

[papriikaz]

for @neptnzz 🌷💕

[i-need-lavernius-tucker]

Hello and welcome to my partner had a real good grimmons prompt so i wrote a whole fic for it

And here they were. Back in the middle of blood gulch, that god forsaken canyon. Grif took off first, headed towards red base and simmons followed... just them, them and the silence of the canyon. Simmons caught up to grif and took his hand so the pair could enter the base together. Sarges old booby trap cut outs of them somehow still stood tall clearly having taken the test of time, punched it in the gut and thrown it into infinity. Each one triggered as they walked by.

Simmons took a deep breath as they stepped into the base and looked around, grif headed straight to his old room without a word while simmons entered the dust covered kitchen- seriously the place was filthy, donut would have a heart attack. Would. Right... simmons shook his head of the memories and left the room to enter an equally filthy living room. He stood silently there as he lost track of time, the memories of bickering with his found family over every little thing all flooding back at once, bringing tears to his eyes which he blinked away. After a moment grif returned in some shirt for a band that simmons had never heard of and a pair of joggers that somehow still fit after all these years.

"Seriously? They haven't been washed in over 10 years." Simmons said as he watched grif shrug and slump down on the old sofa, a comically large plume of dust busting out from under him.

"Shut up and go get changed. No point wearing that stupid armour here." Grif huffed as he leaned his head in his hand and simmons left the room and headed to his own.

When the cyborg got to his room he looked around the familiar yet distant space. There was a time where he called this tiny room home- a safe space to shut himself off from the assholes he was forced to live with, but now this room was.. well... just that. Just a room he could no longer feel a connection to. Simmons located a filthy pair of glasses and wiped them clean before taking off his helmet and replacing it with them, his prescription had changed since he left the glasses here but they were better than wearing his helmet constantly. He then started taking off all of his armour and let it clatter on his bed, leaving him in just his undersuit.

As he took off the suit and grabbed a pair of old trousers from his drawer he heard a whistle from behind him making him turn round and face grif with a heavy blush. Grif grinned at his blush and looked him up and down suggestively, simmons scoffing and grabbing a grey UNSC shirt to pull over his body.

"Asshole." Simmons grumbled as he pushed past grif and down the hallway back towards the living room. Grif followed and sat back down on the sofa, brushing off to dust on the seat next to him and waving his arm over the area to display it as some sort of throne. Simmons scoffed again at perched on the very edge of the sofa.

They sat together there for a while just talking before grif turned to simmons with a sly grin.

"Wanna go explore blue base?" He asked and stood up, holding his hand out to simmons who took it and pulled himself up.

"Whats there to see? Itll be the same as ours just blue" he said and grif clicked his tongue

"Nah, i bet theres some fucked up shit in tuckers room"

"I dont even wanna know what..."

"Too bad. Cmon lets go" grif said and dragged simmons outside, across the sweltering canyon and into blue base.

The base had the exact same layout as red base which wasn't surprising, nor was the fact that the whole place was also covered in a thick layer of dust. Simmons walked around slowly and took in his surroundings, mould crept up walls and onto the ceiling creating a thick smell of damp. He and Grif walked deeper into the base, peering into the rooms of their late friends, Cabooses had been left open so the went in their first. Crayons were scattered about and the walls were covered in scrawled drawrings and the blue's rough hand writing, most of the drawings were of himself and church with things like 'best friends forever!!' Written next to them, others were of all of blue team and some even depicted the reds- Grif snickered and pointed to one of him and simmons bickering, pointing crudely drawn guns at each other.

They went into Church's room next which was surprisingly clean- Simmons imagined it would have bullet holes or a knife or two in the walls caused by the mans perpetual rage but Church's bed was neatly made and the rest of the room was tidy, if not a little boring- nothing adorned the walls and everything had been kept in pristine condition by time, except for the dust of course.

Finally Grif pushed open the door to Tucker's room and... oh jesus christ- Tucker's obnoxious behaviour alone could not prepare anyone for the state of this mans room. Porn mags littered the floor along with civies that hadn't been washed since what looked like before the soldier was stationed here, the walls were covered in teal writing that really gave you an insight into this mans thought process, things like 'when will a damn chick show up thats *not* a total bitch??' And various versions of 'bow chicka bow wow'.. did he plan his catchphrase out on his wall??

Grif left the room and grinned up at simmons who had refused to enter

"Hes fuckin nasty" he said as he walked past simmons toward the blue bases living room.

"You think i didnt know that already?" The maroon soldier asked as he followed his boyfriend, leaning in the doorway to the living room as Grif sat down in an arm chair "what now?" Simmons asked

"I dunno.."

"The suns about to set.. wanna go to the roof and watch it?"

"Who the fuck are you? Donut?"

Simmons laughed bitterly and shook his head before leaving the room and going up the ramp in the middle of the base to sit on the roof, expecting Grif to follow him and a few minutes later he died, carrying a few unopened beers he found in blue bases broken fridge.. theyd probably be fine...

Grif sat down next to Simmons and passed him a beer, cracking open his own and slurping it loudly as the sun started to set, simmons doing the same with his own.

"We could go back to chorus- im sure kimball would be happy to see us" simmons suggested

"I guess yeah... do you think shed let us retire from the damn military?" Grif asked, making simmons chuckle

"I hope so..."

As the sun lowered behind the canyon wall simmons turned to grif in the dim light that remained

"Hey dude" the cyborg opened

"Yeah?"

"I think i know why we're here"

A long pause.

"...Me too man. Me too"

[technicalgator]

This medic main believes in you, Tech! Be the engie you know you can be!

AHEEM HEEM THANK YOU CRAN!!! 💖💖✨✨

I stg Medic mains have been the nicest people I have interacted with so far, y’all deserve so much ;w; 💖

This gives me the courage to try Casual again and hopefully not die repeatedly :,D

[sug4rst1ckzz]

All of my cookie ocs!!! There’s sketch pages of a few of them but due to the image limit on mobile I’ll post that as a part 2 lolsies.

Note: Molasses’ weapons are sickles, I accidentally wrote “scythe” thinking they’re the same thing. They’re not .🧍‍♂️

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Anyways here’s a lil info for each of them!!

Molasses: Spirit (Elf) / Apart of Cookies of Darkness / Older sibling of Marmalade / Adult

Cinnabar Moth: Insect / Apart of Cookies of Darkness / Mother of Pepper Moth / Adult

Pepper Moth: Insect / Apart of Cookies of Darkness / Daughter of Cinnabar Moth / Minor

Marmalade: Elf / Cookie Kingdom Resident / Sister of Molasses / Park Ranger / Adult

Merlot Wolf: Werewolf / Créme Republic Resident / Winemaker and Winery Owner / Adult

Lavender Sea Salt: Satyr / Choco Mud Town Resident / Botanist and Tarot reader / Adult

Foxberry: Werewolf (fox variant) / Hollyberry Kingdom Resident / Woodcarver / Under Mango Parrot’s care / Minor

Mango Parrot: Birdfolk / Hollyberry Kingdom Resident / Juice Seller and Jungle Explorer / Foxberry’s caretaker / Adult

[svetzzi]

guys can i get stupid abt crossover shit on main