#anyway. bye

[christronomy]

sugar daddies (maybe slight pervs?) chan and changbin who enjoy giving their bimbo/sugar baby reader the best princess treatment by getting her everything she wants, especially cause she likes clothes. they absolutely loooove when you dress up cause cause you always wear the skimpiest clothing—thigh highs that are super tight they make the plushness of your skin spill over the fabric ever so slightly, the thinnest shirts that show your bra and nipples and short skirts that just barely cover your ass, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. they enjoy the thrill of being able to bend you over any surface in the huge house they got for you and lift up the skirt anytime they want, ruining your cute pink cotton panties by fingering your puffy clit through the fabric, and it makes you sad, but, "we'll buy you new ones pretty angel," changbin says as him and chan exchange lustful gazes. they want to absolutely ravage you right now.

they loooove that you're so sensitive and responsive, and how you can get so uncontrollably loud at times too. chan would be the one pinching your clit gently through your already drenched underwear, coaxing out yet another orgasm from you while changbin plays with your tits, suckling on and gently grazing his teeth against your nipples. they know that even if chan wasn't touching you, you'd definitely still cum just from the stimulation bin is giving you alone, but chan is enjoying this too much—the pathetic little puppy like sounds that escape your lips and the way your thighs tremble every time he so much as grazes his fingers over your clothed pussy, and god do they look so pretty in those thigh high socks you've got on. it makes him want to rip the fabric off, bury his face in between them and give you another reason to whine so pathetically, "like the dumb little slut you are," he'd say.

he's too impatient to undress you or himself so he just tugs your underwear to the side, pressing two fingers into your sopping hole and curling them just the way you like, reveling in the way you jolt and let out a squeal of surprise. they've already got you where they want you—all dumb and fucked out. you're their pretty little fuck doll and you best believe they're gonna have their way with you, taking turns filling you up til your body gives out.

[boldlygoingtolidl]

[capricioussun]

Forgor the addition lol anyways of course part of what brought that thought up was thinking abt that uf au where monsters surface much earlier and Gaster raises Sans and Papyrus on the surface. He'd regularly use Papyrus as a personal heater. Papyrus will just be minding his own business and then Gaster is like Have I told you how much I love you recently son? And then hug him for fifteen minutes to warm up. Papyrus is used to this. In the winter he has to sit in the middle for movie nights so Sans and Gaster can use him as their kotatsu

[preggomancer]

no time to draw new stuff but consider: in addition to the absurd amount of magically pregnant students at this fictional university there’s one person who just has a Completely Normal pregnancy and they are constantly bewildered by why this is in any way difficult to grasp

like she shows up with a bump and expects people to ask her how far along she is or if it’s a boy or girl but instead it’s “what are you pregnant with?” “Are you actually like pregnant or is it a Mel situation” “was it a magical or physical conception?” “Are there any more after this one?” “How longs your gestation?”

and every time she has to say “listen I have no clue what you’re talking about I’m literally just having a normal human baby with my normal human partner” the other person lists off yet another person they know personally who’s been knocked up in the wildest way possible

[mikesbasementbeets]

saw a post i disagreed with. 0/10 would not recommend

[guzmapkmn-archive]

hey im back.

APRIL FOOLS haha gottem.

[faoighiche]

[Waiting for Burrow are chocolate fudge filled Welsh cakes with fae honey]

[there’s also a gift box with a set of hand warmers Teagan had been working on in Burrow’s favorite color, with holes frayed out for her]

Burrow was familiar with the concept of birthdays. It was a day where you could demand gifts from others. Which was a wonderful knowledge, since she hardly received much during her youth. The gift was sometimes a hole-less sweater or an acknowledgement that she was still alive for another year. But nowadays she was able to get multiple little trinkets. Things often given without much thought, but she received them gladly — she liked being given things!

Which made this birthday... strange. The cakes were indulged in gladly, as all things made with chocolate, but the honey gave her pause. She had become resigned to the honey that lacked the magic from her first home. She had almost forgotten its richness, but with the first taste, all that memory flooded. The good ones of her youth: times of her nan singing to her as she sipped her tea, and times of flopping on the floor with her mother after dancing where honey was the only cure for their exhaustion. Times that were almost gone to the bitterness of her present. She didn't know how to feel about those moments anymore.

It was the hand warmers that did her in. The texture was soft and the color was a warm yellow. As if she held the sun rays of a lazy morning in her hands. But the best part were the holes. The humans would have mistaken them for damage, but she knew their uses. Her tendrils would curl and nestle so comfortably in them. Only someone who really knew her would add such a detail.

It was too much, to be known so well. To be given what she wanted without having to take it. She had become complacent in her small trinkets, but it was then she wondered, what it might have been like to receive such things every year. The thought made her aware of an emptiness she hadn't realized was there. All she could do was cry.

[places-people]

did the most embarrassing thing of my life last night to fall asleep but you know what. I fucking fell asleep so I’m calling it a win

[scionshtola]

i will finish bg3. in the year 2045. after playing 3 hours every saturday

[defiledtomb]

I finally cracked it. The placing of Lena’s scene, the exposition on the clergy, a moment on how things unfolded in the past.

Funny thing too, since Lena’s scene almost ended up exactly where it started. It just needed some foundational work, a little nudge to remind the reader of where MC came from, and where they are going. It sounds so simple in hindsight, but it was driving me insane for the longest time.

It only took a restructuring of my entire outline, a hard look at the actual themes I wanted to introduce this early, how it weaves together with the rest of the story, changing the reveals I cherished so dearly... My brain turned to goop. But! I am so satisfied with how it looks now. And with the first draft of the update having grown legs, sprinting ahead of me, I have so much to work with now! Tonight I start on the second draft, the one I will be sending to betas. (Don’t worry, I haven’t announced the need for them yet!)

I feel like I’m finally tooting the boat-horn and shouting full speed ahead! 

Spoilers for chapter 2 beneath the cut: 

[ID: 

“An obedient army, I’d say. I visited Oakwerth just before the release, the Draman job, do you remember?”

“If I remember, Leith? You came back with the skin peeling off your arms. I remember.” You shudder.

“The scourge had already started, then. The commoners turning into mindless, slithering things. Their eyes… Their eyes multiplied like blisters forming all over their bodies, blinking open. I think the clergy wants us to keep them safe from their self-made consequences.”

You scoff. “Short of controlling us into fighting for them-”

“Well..” Leith takes a seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pressing you close. A shiver runs down your spine as le_he sighs. Your hands are covered in tiny cuts, in dried blood and dirt. A thorn is lodged in your thumb. Folding your hands together, you ignore the sting of weeks of unrelenting work. “What are you saying? Do they have the tech for that, to… to actually control us?”

Leith runs a hand over le_his face. “It’s possible.” END ID]

[thatwitchrevan]

I got my migraines and my depression both from my parents, it's my anxiety that makes my stomach pain worse and keeps me from sleeping, I've had days and weeks that the stress has been so bad it physically broke me, I live in a cycle where I'm too tired too sick too in pain to do things that make me happy and then become too sad and burnt out to fix any of it.

There's a time and place to remind physically abled people with mental illness that they can still be ableist. Anyone can be ableist whatever type of disability they themselves have. But mental illness and physical disability are not two separate spheres. Mentally ill people are very very frequently comorbid with physical disabilities and even those who normally aren't do suffer physical complications from their mental illness which is itself a disability.

If you're tired of able bodied people or people who appear able bodied mistreating or ignoring physically disabled people I understand and you're right to be. But if you just want to edge them out of conversations and shared experiences then I can't sympathize with that.

[taniushka12]

for my bday i just want a small thermos i can take anywhere so i can carry warm coffe w/ milk anywhere i go 😭😭😭

[rockettransman]

had a searing stabbing lightning bolt impact in my stomach when I idly thought "I wish I felt like I could tell my mother things"

[darknessattheheartofmylove]

TOUCH.

His gloved hand reaches out,

Shaky and warm.

But soft and kind,

Like the early morning sun.

His fingers tremble,

And my heart beats fast.

A simple touch and everything changes.

Yet everything is as it was.

He is still kind, still sweet.

The only difference is;

Under the guise of the full moon,

We meet for the gentle touch of the other.

[clood]

just bought myself a midori notebook and its little cover bc i’m tired of buying an entire new notebook with a cover and all the trappings whenever i run out of planner pages... it feels wasteful!!!

very excited for a clear cover so i can finally use all my stickers i’ve been hoarding a la ita bag style, bc the whole “commit to one color for the rest of your life” thing has been what’s kept me from buying a refillable notebook in the past...

[half-asleep-star]

I feel an odd, compelling need to post something. Immediately.

I'm not sure why. I also can't think of anything interesting to post.

Okay, here's an idea---random spontaneous haiku with no clear theme whatsoever!

♪ I̷ ̷l̷i̷k̷e̷ ̷w̷e̷a̷r̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷c̷l̷o̷t̷h̷e̷s̷ ♪

♪ Ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ．　ＵＨ　ｍｙ　ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ♪

♪ ˢʰᵒʷ'ˢ ᵀᴼᴴ. ʸᵉᵃʰ ♪

Lol idfk what this is

Enjoy 👍