#cw yapping

[zeesdoodlesnshit]

My honest reactions while watching tadc ep.4 (cw, me yapping):

Siblings, am I right?

REFERENCE TO GOOSEWORX'S OLD COMICS?!?!

And before this episode we had @miguxadraws drawing a Jax piñata

Lmao, look at his stupid face😂

How nice of Kinger 😊 (But Zooble didn't want it tho-)

THEM IN THE BACKGROUND, THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEE 😭🥰

Nah, Jax trippin' (Laughed at that part so much)

GET HER OUT OF THERE!! RAGATHA!!!!!

"Da BOSS🎩" lol. Gangle using a CELLphone???

Traumatic bitch

My brother: "Zooble use you spatula ar— oh, nevermind."

My brother and I really thought this NPC was gonna be a Karen but he's really just high on stupid sauce. (HE SOUNDS LIKE A KID ON FORTNITE)

Gooseworx... why do you love these faces so much...?

IS HE HITTING ON THEM!?!? (Jkjk)

Trailer:

Me: "OH, I THINK GUMMIGOO'S COMING BACK IN THIS EPISODE!!!"

My brother: "Let's not get out hopes too high."

Episode:

Me: "I think it's a great time to say 'I told you so'.”

My brother: "Stfu."

I'm not sure if you guys noticed but this was a reference to, dare I say, sex toys😬

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

I proudly said,"Pomni" here

THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE!?!?👺👹

Laughed too much at this part

Ah, there's the line. (Some people thought Ragatha would say it)

Welp, at least they talked🥰

"Jaxy-boy"? Love that nickname for him

*squish*

Uh, Gangle, we truly and deeply believe that's your dream

New pfp 🤣

I somewhat felt bad for him at this part 😔😶

She has horses? Cool

"I dunno"

He looks so done

[im-not-just-physical]

CW: complaining cuz I'm a little bit irritated and confused

I was reading about plurality then about did and osdd then about the systems of did and osdd and ended up reading about endogenic system, soul bond and stuff under that small umbrella of endo.

then I searched it even there and why the hell there's so much beings who have "endo dni", "did dni" "systems dni" etc etc

and then you see how they literally post about those beings in rude way and don't respect the fact that when they are in your dni, you should be automatically in their dni as well.

if you don't want them to interact with you, why do you interact with them? why provoking?

when you have someone on the dni list, why are you writing with the beings who are in your dni list? r u bully or just have an empty head?

why u starting arguing and discrimination behind their back?

[luciluck2046-md]

Guys idk about you but when I get very hyperfixated in a show/movie/game I might actually just wish that the world was actually as good as that thing. Because let's be honest, real life sucks. It's absolute shit. Like come on, we're probably going to lose our jobs to mother fucking ai and tbh I'd be proud of that (yes I'm one of those humans that wishes humanity to die, sorry, I just see how the poor are mistreated by the rich and I'm so done with that like-) but please god can I become a drone? Like damn if we can't do that I'm just gonna pull a Tessa James Elliot v7 and make my own drone body and transfer my conscience to it because it would be too cool.

Sorry for getting subjected to my yap but I just HAD TO tell someone this. If anyone wants me to explain why I hate humanity so much you can just send an ask, my ass will respond in an instant.

[sunny-sourzii]

CRK CHAPTER 10 SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the new chapter made me clutch my pearls and sob because of these fuckasses

WDYM “Was it my fate…to silently watch her leave?” PAVLOVA ISTG IF YOU DONT GO GET HER RN 💔💔

He didn’t realize his heart was full until the person that filled it had left. He was too busy focusing on other peoples love to recognize his own

Wrap it up gang🥀

+ poorly drawn comic thing

[phighter-kisser]

Id lovee to see more of ur yandere/obsessive forsaken hcs (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

i nod i nod,, im just going to be rambling a bit here because i wanted to wait to answer this until i came up with more ^^;

Again potential ooc!!

I can see Guest and Chance having a bit of a rivalry going on between them - Guest wants to keep you safe and sound and Chance wants to impress you no matter if it's reckless or not. Guest thinks Chance is being, well, reckless and stupid, and Chance thinks that Guest is being boring and 'too tame'

I also can see Guest and Two Time having a bit of a one-sided thing going on; Guest being hesitant to let you near the cultist without someone else around. I mean, have you seen them when they have a knife?

and while I don't exactly write for them, I feel like I need to give Mafioso and his men a special mention because I like them and the rework they got because like, imagine being carried by one of them bridal style while the others kill the remaining survivors

and when you're the last one standing, they just end up hiding in a corner together and coddle you

[divinit3a]

eldritch aliens? . . . anyone order eldritch aliens with a false, "mimic" style body? . . . oops, wrong table--

alien au's are much fun. "cute" monsters that are actually horrifying parasites are fun. Why not both ?!

I really, really love sci-fi stories like Scavengers Reign, where there's cosmic horror and unnatural monsters... But also learning the beauty of the alien lifeforms, the circle of life far outside your control.

the concept is very vague in my head, but--

Sun & Moon (& Eclipse)

origin planet is semi-aquatic, hence the sea-star, vampire squid aesthetic

species is part of a hive-mind; being so far away from their home has severed this connection

highly adaptable; can change forms, reconstruct their body, mimic lifeforms to "better blend in"

"faces" and "limbs" are all faux, like an angler fish's lure; actual eyes and mouths are throughout body

cant speak (yet?) - would use telepathy which im sure feels great inside people's skulls

tidbits of YN

A lone scientist on a retro-tech space station orbiting a long-since changed Earth, studying parasite samples

Really loves cats - has a cat named Chimera on board, actually!

Story Crumbs / Premise

You are going to die. As glass shards float all around you in the endless void of space, the thought strikes you like a meteor. Worse than the targeted beams that cleaved your spacecraft in half. The cold, suffocating isolation of space beckons you to float for infinity. Then all at once, your world envelopes in a blinding white as limbs stretch out to envelope you, and you are plummeting down to Earth below.

. . . and that's all Ive got for now :D ty ty for reading the sillies~

[crayola-critter]

mobility aid / disability agere moodboard

not intended to be romanticizing or infantilizing, comment if you are uncomfortable with anything here and ill fix it. - middle pic by rainbowredcrayon

[azurem]

Inkmare but I think Nightmare would be kind of 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. Like. He'd get disappointed when after a while Ink just doesn't. puke paint. Into A KISS. They're in that level where they're getting gross like an illness that keeps getting worse until you're seeing double and are shaking and the lights are too bright, so cold but they won't give you more blankets because you have a fever. But inkmare. Yes.

[digitalcarcrash]

can we talk about how insane burn bright is. kissed all the boys in your city lights. not ashamed of what i am. they always told me that you'll never get to heaven with a love like yours. cause it makes me who i am. and you made me who i am. be afraid of what i am.

[aestas---estas]

Loving Hands

MDNI 18+ | Read on AO3 | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | ~2,9 k words | fem!reader, vaginal fingering, choking/breathplay, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it in real life folks), lots of dirty talk, cuddling and aftercare | if I forgot a tag/tw please tell me

“I want you to choke me tonight.” Your voice rings out through the otherwise quiet room.

You and Simon had been having a comfortable evening in your shared flat. He was in between deployments at the moment and it had been great having him back home. To you, he was the sweetest man alive. You knew the broad strokes of what he did when he wasn't home, knew he killed people, probably tortured them too, but he never let that side take over or rear its head in your proximity — the worst of it, if you want to call it that, came when he got jealous and protective. And oh, how you loved his protectiveness.

Simon brought you flowers, paid for dinner on your dates, opened doors, helped you over puddles in the streets; he was the perfect gentleman. Simon was also a master at following orders. Hence the request you just threw his way as you were watching him wash dishes from your seat perched on the counter.

“Yeah?” Simon asked, an amused smile pulling at his lips as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Yeah,” you reiterate, plucking the plate he had just finished rinsing to dry it. “Not too hard, nothing that will leave marks, but I wanna feel that floaty feeling. I also want praise tonight; tell me I'm good, tell me how it feels, talk me through it.”

“Alright,” Simon answers with a nod, draining the water from the sink, shaking his hands to dry them, making droplets of water hit your arms and face.

You giggle at his antics, wiping the water away from your skin before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his face.

It had taken some getting used to, making your wants and needs in the bedroom known. Before Simon, most of your lovers had been selfish, and the few times you had voiced your kinks they had been shut down or executed so poorly you didn't want to voice them anymore. But Simon thrived with clear instructions. Praise me, degrade me, use me, worship me. So long as he knew what you wanted him to do, he was more than willing to make your wishes come true.

It’s a few hours later, with Simon spreading his legs wide on the sofa, you tucked close under his arm, the TV playing some rerun of an old show you’ve both seen more times than you can count, that he brings it up again.

“Now, love? Or later in bed?” His hand is slowly stroking up and down your arm, nothing overtly sexual but no less intimate nonetheless.

You hadn’t even thought about having sex in the livingroom, had assumed he’d take your instructions from before and utilize them once you’d both gotten ready for bed. But you can’t deny the way your stomach heats and flutters in that all too familiar way.

“I wouldn’t mind now,” you confess, feeling your face heat under Simon’s intense stare. He’s always had a staring problem, never letting you out of his sight more than necessary, and if you ever were to find yourself not right by his side, you could always feel his gaze on you, making you feel safe.

Simon hums his understanding, a sound that vibrates through his strong chest, before redirecting his eyes to the TV; his fingers still wandering up and down your arm softly. You know his focus is entirely on you, on your reactions, even if he is acting like it isn’t, and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together for a brief moment of relief. You hadn’t been particularly horny, but just knowing that you’re going to get fucked just the way you want, has arousal already pooling in the juncture between your legs.

“You’re always so soft,” Simon murmurs, dropping his face to the top of your head, practically nuzzling you. You smile but say nothing, just lets him voice his thoughts. “Smell fucking amazing too. Can’t believe you’re all mine sometimes.”

You want to echo his sentiment, say that he’s all yours too, that you feel just as lucky as he does, but his hand has dropped from your arm to your thigh, squeezing and massaging your flesh in the way he knows you love.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He punctuates the statement with a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers slipping dangerously close to where you want them — where you need them. The way he pushes your legs apart isn’t rough, but it could never be described as gentle either, and when his hand dips below the waistband of your sweats you don’t suppress the moan of anticipation that leaves your throat. “Eager one, aren’t you?”

He’s teasing you, both with his words and the way his fingers run up and down your slit — inside your pants, but not yet inside your underwear. You don’t answer verbally, already melting against him, giving in to the pleasure you know is coming, only nodding lazily as your eyes slip shut.

You can hear the smirk in Simon’s voice as he speaks again. “That’s it, just let go and let me take care of you, love.” He presses down a little firmer, rubbing tight, slow circles around your clit and relishes in the way you tense your thighs in preparation; you want to grind yourself against his touch, he knows it, you know it, and it takes all your willpower to not give in.

“Please, Simon,” you whine, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, opening your neck up for him to plant open mouthed kisses on. Not one to let his love go unsatisfied, Simon leans down to trace your weak spots with his lips, making your pulse flutter and your breath hitch under his ministrations.

“Sound so pretty when you whine and beg,” he says against your skin and finally, finally, slips his fingers into your underwear. “Already so wet for me, love.” He drags the digits through your folds, gathering some of the slick to smear over your clit. His touch is gentle but precise, he knows just how you like it and is intent on making you enjoy yourself.

“Choke me,” you beg, a reminder about what you're expecting, about what started this whole thing in the first place.

“Patience,” Simon mumbles against the length of your throat, his fingers pressing down just enough to be uncomfortable before going back to the toe curling circles.

He plants more kisses along your heated skin, sucks gently at your pulse point in a way that drags an embarrassingly loud moan from your throat. The TV is still on, but whatever was playing on it got drowned out by the noises of Simon's fingers gliding through your wetness and your panting breaths. 

It's Simon that groans when he finally slips two fingers inside. “Fuck you're wet.”

You nod lazily, clenching around his digits, already practically humping against his hand — you love it, love him, you need more.

“Only for you,” you manage to say and you can feel his lips quirk up in a smirk against your shoulder.

You beg for him to go faster, and ever the obedient soldier, Simon does; pulling moans and whimpers from you until you're nothing but a wet, panting mess on the couch.

“Doing so good for me, love,” he says before moving his free hand to wrap around your throat. It's not unexpected, but it catches you by surprise nonetheless; you had been so wrapped up in his pumping fingers, so focused on chasing the pleasure he was providing. 

“Fuck,” Simon groans again, teeth scraping the shell of your ear. “You like that, huh? Go on, cum on my fingers, love.”

His palm presses against your clit, his fingers never slowing their constant in and out, and you hump needily against him. It's when he curls his digits just right to rub against that spongy spot inside and tightens his hand to constrict your airflow just enough to make your mind float, that you explode. White hot pleasure shoots through your limbs, your back arching, eyes squeezing shut as you rut against him and cum with his name spilling from your lips.

The hand around your throat eases and you have to take a moment to catch your breath. When you finally turn your head enough to blink up at him, Simon is cleaning your slick off his fingers, eyes closed as he indulges in the taste of you. The sight sends another bolt of excitement through you, making you squeeze your thighs together. 

“More,” you say, already swinging your legs over his to straddle his thick thighs, hands searching for the hem of his shirt to pull it up and off. 

Simon chuckles but lets you undress him. It takes some combined effort to remove his jeans without getting up from the couch, but you’re both hellbent on not losing the contact between your bodies.

“You want to be on top, love?” He asks, voice low and practically dripping with arousal. His words vibrate through his chest and it makes you grind down on the obvious bulge in his boxers.

You turn it over in your mind; the idea of being on top, of being the one more in control. But ultimately you shake your head in the negative. Tonight was a night for submission, for letting Simon play your body like an instrument, for letting go and giving in. 

With strength that always seems to surprise you, he grabs hold of your thighs, rough fingers digging into plush flesh, and flips the two of you over on the couch.

“So fucking pretty like this,” Simon murmurs, placing soft, wet kisses on the length of your throat, nudging at the neckline of the shirt you wore — one of his, Riley stamped across the back. It made him crazy every time he saw you in it. “All worked up, so needy for more.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not trusting your voice enough with words, head already scrambled with pleasure and anticipation.

“So wet and ready for me.” He keeps sweet-talking you, breath fanning over your skin, hands wandering up and down your body until your clothes are laying in a pile on the floor and his hips are slotted between your spread legs. 

“Simon,” you whine, fingers digging into his muscular back, hips lifting from the couch in search of friction. 

And he has the gall to laugh, a deep chuckle that makes molten hot desire pool in your guts. You're just about ready to explode, to beg for him to just fuck you already, when he ruts against your sopping cunt, the head of his cock nudging against your clit.

“Aching for it, aren't you? Naughty girl,” he says, rubbing his cock up and your folds, coating himself in your wetness before slipping just the first inch inside. It's a stretch, it always is, but you crave more.

Simon mouths his way up your neck, finding your lips and kisses you dizzy. He swallows your moan as he sinks in, filling you up in a way that always makes you ache just slightly.

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, his hips unmoving as the two of you just bask in the feeling of being connected so intimately. 

A few more kisses get exchanged, lazy and languid, all lips and tongues and deep moans, but before long you're aching for more.

“Move,” you demand between kisses, hands roaming the vastness of his broad back before coming to rest on his ass, pushing just enough to give him an incentive to follow orders. 

He's slow about it, mean even, pulling out until just the head is lodged inside before pushing back in. And when you thrust up against him in an attempt to make him move faster and deeper, Simon grips your hips and keeps you pinned down against the couch. 

“Just stay still for me. ‘M gonna make it so good for you, but you have to be a good girl and do as you're told,” he says and a whine passes your lips as you struggle against all the feelings bubbling up inside your chest. It's not just the physical pleasure, it's the emotional intimacy and just everything — you're so goddamn in love with this man it makes you want to explode.

Simon's next move is less of a roll of his hips and more of a snap, slamming his cock inside in a way that nearly punches all the air from your lungs. One of his hands moves from their position to keep you still to instead lock around your throat.

“This what you wanted?” He asks, a quick check in to make sure you're okay before anything threatens to spiral out of control. You had asked for choking, but he needed to make sure anyway.

“Yes,” you breathe, nodding as best as you can with the limited movement your head is given.

And that's all Simon needs to hear, fingers constricting over your throat as he fucks you right there on the couch; other hand still on your hip, making sure you lay still and let him take care of you.

“Feel so good ‘round me, love. So fucking good,” he groans, so low and deep it could nearly count as a growl, punctuating every word with a punching thrust.

Gasps and moans and the filthy, wet sounds of Simon's cock slamming into your cunt fills the room, and the pleasure is all you can focus on.

Your heels dig into the back of his thighs, your chest heaving and you swear you're probably drooling with how your mouth hangs open.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking my cock so well.” Most of what Simon is mumbling gets lost in the grunts he makes, but just the sound of his voice gets you closer to the edge.

He keeps whispering sweet nothings and filthy words, but it's when he thumbs at your clit that's your undoing. Just a few quick, hard circles around that bundle of nerves has you careening towards ecstasy and your legs constrict around his middle as he fucks you through the orgasm.

“That's it,” Simon growls as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, the hand on your throat squeezing just enough to make you feel light headed. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Your climax ebbs and flows, a tidal wave of dizzying pleasure that the oxygen deprivation only seems to add to. A garbled noise leaves your throat and it's enough of a tell for Simon to ease his grip on you. 

“‘M gonna cum. Where do you want it?” His hips are still snapping against yours, cock racing in and out of your weeping cunt and it takes a few moments as you catch your breath before you manage to register it's no longer rhythmic. 

“Where you want it, love?” Simon repeats through gritted teeth, thighs flexing and relaxing with every thrust. 

“Inside,” you manage to gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulders, red half moons denting his skin.

“Fuck, fuck!” He groans, spilling inside of you as your inner walls all but milk him dry.

He collapses on top of you, face buried between your neck and shoulder, breath heavy and hot on your skin as you both bask in the afterglow of your shared orgasms. His lips find your pulse point again, just a chaste kiss, but it still sends a shiver through your body.

“No,” you complain when he moves to get off you, cradling his head as you pet his hair.

“Not going far,” Simon promises, hissing from the overstimulation as he slips his softening cock out of your wet heat. “Gotta clean up.”

You make a whining noise of complaint but let him go nonetheless. You make yourself comfortable on the couch, following Simon’s movements with your ears as he disappears into the bathroom for a moment. You can hear the water of the faucet turn on, then off, and then he’s back by your side with a damp towel and a glass of water.

“Drink,” he says, shoving the glass into your hand before carefully swiping the towel between your legs to clean off any excess cum. He settles in beside you, tucks you in close to his side, presses a kiss to the top of your head and throws the blanket that had been draped over the couch’s back across both of you.

“You okay?” He asks. Always making sure. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m perfect,” you answer, smiling up at him before craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Me too.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, don’t remember making your way to the bedroom, but when you wake in the middle of the night there’s a soft mattress underneath you and a fluffy goose down duvet over your body with Simon’s arm slung across your middle and his warm chest pressed tightly against your back. He’s snoring softly behind you and the rhythmic beat of his heart lulls you back to sleep.

--- CoD Masterlist

[cervinae-canine]

one must imagine their f/o in a playboy bunny suit.. for the occasion..

[reallilystuff]

went on roblox free draw for the first time in like four years and immediately went to WORK

i'll probably redraw this in ibispaint someday but for now i am TOO LAZY!!!!!

+bonus closeup for funsies

[sunny-sourzii]

I could never hate you mystic flour

[toxetta]

don't kys you have to outlive all those pos boomer politicians

[phighter-kisser]

thinking about yandere / obsessive forsaken,, ding ding ding food time everyone

this is going to be so ooc but,,, this is for fun

Chance who not-so-subtly flirts with you after a rough round only to lay awake at night wondering if you even picked it up

Two Time who obsessively writes about you; everything from how you acted around them today and down to bloodtype and what color you painted your nails

Guest 1337 who stands beside you in rounds like some sort of attack dog, ready to jump infront of you at any moment and dragging you back to his side whenever you stray too far from him

[divinit3a]

cw body horror

help. they used up the vfx budget (again)

a secret third thing (eclipse) to horror sun / moon possible design for playing along (ao3 link!!)

tidbits to chew on: ☆ a protocol to shut down entertainment functions for security purposes ☆ ripped moons hat (again) ☆ birthday boy :o)

i am bad at being sneaky. i LOVE yapping. but i will leave them more vague... mwehehe >:)

instead! if u have Eclipse hcs ... then, I'd love to hear Your thoughts ^-^<3

places down the treat of the day

bonus treat round ♩ parade