#im sorry it came to me in a dream

[koco-coko]

Faust: So do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Charles?

Charles: No

Tchaikovsky: I do!

Faust: I know, Tchai

Tchaikovsky: I'm sad :(

Faust: I know, Tchai

[triple--a--threat]

emperor belos needs to be fucked in the ass. doubly penetrated. tied down perhaps.

[dizzybizz]

"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"

[thatgaiagirl]

Hi yes I’m coping with the Owl House finale by making stupid memes

Raine I love you dearly I swear to god I will draw you more and draw you PROPERLY but for now take these half assed lil things in celebration of the colonist getting stomped

[meowpupp]

we need more puppy girl reader pls!!!

say less 🙏

1.4K- owner!price x chubby!puppygirl

TW- puppy play, degradation, cum play, exhibitionism(?), humiliation, sorry if you have a stuffed toy called 'fluffy,' general rough sex, HYBRID FIC, price is jealous over a stuffed bear, 

owner!price who decides you’ve been so good recently, so good in fact that you deserve a treat.

he sees it when he’s in cue for petrol- a cute stuffed bear. soft brown fur, fuzzy ears and big eyes. just like his favourite pup.

when he first gives you the plush it’s innocent. you give it a dumb name, fluffy or something. he doesn’t pay much mind. all he cares about is how happy his pup is, tail wagging and excited yaps.

after days of being sidelined by some stupid ball of fluff, price starts to get jealous. he knows it’s irrational. the bear is just something you entertain yourself with when he can't, but jealousy still stirs in his gut.

it’s like fluffy glares triumphantly at him when you give him attention. price watches in envy as you lazily chew on its ears, nuzzle and lick its fur. all things you used to do to him.  

one day, it gets too much for him. after a painful workday, all price wants is his sweet puppy girl. Instead, he walks into the house to see you cuddled up with the fucking bear. its beady eyes stared back into his as if saying, ‘ha-ha, she likes me more.’

he’s on you in an instant, ignoring your yelp as he pulls you up. price makes you kneel, pushing you back down when you try to get up.

“what, want your bear?” he scoffs at you, your brain still sleepy, trying to play catch up, “c'mon then, since you want it so much, ride it.”

it takes you a moment to process what he’s saying. ride it? Ride Fluffy? but he’s your bear- soft, warm and plush. he’s a toy, but not that kind of toy.

before you can even reply, price grips your jaw with one of his big hands. his skin is rough and calloused, almost scratchy as he manhandles you.

“are you deaf pup? or perhaps you think you only take orders from the fucking bear now?” price shakes your face side to side to catch your attention, “disobedient fucking mutt, don’t even know who your owner is.”

he kicks apart your knees, creating space for him to shove the bear between them. “go on. ride it. hump it like the desperate thing you are.” he takes a step back, arms crossed as he glares down at you.

Price scoffs when you start rolling your hips. His eyes analyse you, how your back arches, how your eyes screw shut, how your lips part as you whine. all while you grind down on your beloved plush.

“yeah… bet it feels good, huh? making your dumb puppy-cunt feel tingly?” the man sits back on one of the couches, lighting a cigar as he watches. “tell me pup, does it feel better than me? do you like riding the bear more than my cock?”

you whine, hips bucking at his growly voice. as you speed up, price laughs. he relaxes on the couch, cigar smoke filling the air, making you dizzy. tells you when to speed up or to slow down. when to grind harder or softer. directs you as if you’re making him a personal porno.

“ah, now look at that.” he stands, setting his cigar down on an ashtray. walking to you, he crouches down, “now pup, look at what you’ve done.”

he pulls the bear plush from between your legs, holding it up. it’s drenched in your slick, fur glistening. “poor Fluffy, you’ve made him a mess.” he sighs, throwing it on the ground, “dirty pup. can’t control yourself can you?” you shake your head, shaky hands reaching for him while you babble. 

his eyes scan over your body as you cling to him. ears low as your thighs tremble. you yap and whine at him- something about how it wasn’t enough, you didn’t cum, to please let you cum. 

Price sighs as if you’re an inconvenience. his eyes linger on your cunt. its dripping with slick, puffy and flushed from all the friction. he meets your gaze. melting at your teary, desperate expression. he doesn’t show it, instead reaching out, repositioning you. your back meets the hardwood, legs forced apart as he slots between them.

price doesn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt. his fingers poke and prod, parting your lips to watch your clit twitch when exposed. your hips buck as you squirm, causing a hand to grip your thigh and still you.

“such a desperate bitch,” his eyes finally meet yours as he slaps the inside of your thigh, “maybe i should get you a stud, hm? give you to some mutt, let him fuck you? then you’ll know how good i am to you pup.” his fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit, “simon tells me his mutt is always full of energy. if you get this wet grinding, you’ll be yowling around that pups knot.”

prices eyes dart away from yours, ignoring your babbles as he continues to inspect your cunt. he slides a finger in, eyebrows furrowing. his other hand leaves your thigh, slapping your clit. he lets out shuddering breath as your warm, wet walls clench around hisi finger, his dick twitching.

“getting this fucking wet and loose over that thing?” he glances to the soaked bear, “need to teach you a fucking lesson. who your cunt is supposed to get wet for”

he pulls out, using the hand on your thigh to flip you over. he pulls your ass flush against his hips, a hand in your hair to force your upper body down. the bear lays just in front of you.

he audibly scoffs when you reach out for it, bringing it close for comfort. price pulls your tail, making you instinctively arch your back. he grinds your hips back on him, groaning. “shh, keep fucking still.” he grunts, rutting his clothed dick into you

it takes only seconds for your dripping holes to wet his jeans. even less time for him to unbutton his pants and shove his boxes down. with his cock now free, he thrusts between your thighs.

your slick acts as lube as he fucks the fat flesh of your thighs. “bloody fucking hell.” he growls. his dick just barely pokes out the other side, your thick flesh completely consuming him.

price angels himself, now nudging your clit with every thrust. you whine and squirm pathetically beneath him, back arching as he spanks your ass. he uses the hand in your hair to shove your face into the toy bear, forcing you to inhale the scent of your own slick.

you beg and whine into the plush, your voice now muffled. he continues, not giving in and fucking your cunt, grinning as you start to sob. he presses your face harder against the bear, fucking your thighs the same he would your cunt. his hips slam against your ass, stinging the flesh and making it flush.

within minutes, price cums all over your thighs. thick globs spill down the front of them onto the floor. as he pulls away, he pulls you with him- the hand in your hair forcing you onto your knees.

“look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, free hand circling your clit. the bear lays discarded on the floor, stuffing now soaked with drool and slick. there’s a puddle of his cum on the ground, mixing with your fluids. he ignores your babbles as you cry about not cumming, instead he pushing your face to the ground.

“i’ve taught you better than this, love. you know better than to make a mess without cleaning it.” price shoves your cheek into the puddle of his cum, the now cold liquid smearing across your face, “once you’ve cleaned up your mess, ill clean you.”

he lets you up. his hand trailing along your body to your cunt, slipping two fingers in, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for. “might even make you cum, hm?” he slowly thrusts his fingers, “ that floor better be fucking sparkling by the time i come back.” as he pulls out, he slaps your ass agiain. a sadistic smirk spreads over his face as he gets up, taking his cigar with him as he leaves.

tonight you’ll definitely be clinging to him, and not that fucking bear plush. 

[justaz]

like i’ve said time and time again, i haven’t watched bbc merlin in years but i was just wondering when the first time merlin called arthur by his name to his face and im scrolling thru the transcripts on the fandom wiki (supposedly it was s1ep4 btw) and im skimming the script for all these episodes and getting angrier and angrier. gaius was wrong for all that. morgana deserved so much better. edwin muirden was valid as hell (for targeting uther AND gaius. yeah. i said it.). also kilgharrah ate with that one lil line “then turn a blind eye. that is, after all, your talent” okay lizard brain pop offff.

[serendippertyy]

can u draw some femme aziraphale please please please ❤️

perfect opportunity to showcase my vision for 50s aziraphale with a cute lil poodle skirt,,what do y'all think,,🫶🫶💙💙

[heycerulean]

"John, I can cut with scissors by myself." "You can't see. Let me do it." "You can't use these scissors." "Why?" "Because they're not left handed scissors." "Arthur, stop fucking with me and let me use the scissors." "I'm serious, it's an actual thing-"

[lunelicmoone]

pov: you're asra stepping into the lazaret and realizing your situationship is dead

[kukuu031]

HI HI i really love your art, the colors are just. so. wow. i wanted to ask if you had any specific way you chose color palettes and shading to kinda get that "opalescence" look?? do u just put down base colors then paint on top or do you build your palette from the beginning? love your gummies dearly!!

hi !! thank you so much, i love your art too !!!

i consider myself to have a very clear mental image most of the time, so i dont really plan the palettes they just come to me😭 when i get visions i try to doodle them quickly, so i can remember the key colors i want to use (if i dont i WILL forget the whole idea i have a terrible memory)

for the trans gumshoe i knew i wanted a lot of pink and blues but i didnt know how to mix them or compose the background, that took me longer than drawing and rendering him lol

the same for the pink jacket + glasses gumshoe ! i knew what colors i wanted to use, some of the elements too this time, but the composition and overall palette just comes to me just messing around until i like it :3

i dont consider myself really understanding of the color theory or anything, but i reccomend always messing with values and contrast more than pre defined color palletes ! i like mixing pink-blue-yellow most of the time, but always messing with the value and saturation to make them contrast ! also how much each color takes on the drawing. i like my art colorful and saturated but readable and with a lot of elements and/or patterns, so i just try to work with that instead of any written rules or steps. the only advice i can give you is to have fun with your art and experiment with colors !!

[dea-thynote]

Death note au idea (that came to me from a dream) where literally after L dies, he wakes up and seemed to have time travelled. It would've been fine, better even for him, if it weren't for the fact he woke up as Light yagami.

What happened in my dream was that after L dies he literally just wakes up in light's body, from the first day that the yagami household is under survelliance. But he doesn't notice that first because he literally just died. He panics, puts a hand on his heart and feels it beating before sighing in relief. After calming down, he puts his knees to his chest and bites his nails, looking down, and numerous thoughts wonder to his head but there is one thing for certain.

He was right. Light yagami IS kira.

He needs to do something about this, and if he's still alive, he would be able to test the death note and put both kiras to prison but... he looks around and sees that he's no longer in HQ. The place is famili-- this is light's room. And then he just hears ryuk trying to communicate with him, and in shock falls down, before looking at ryuk again, his eyes twinkles. I just remember L in disbelief whispers '... another shinigami' that was totally audible to the wiretaps alright.

(But I never dreamt of what L, soichiro and watari'a reaction was. If I were to guess it would be similar with the response video by misa.)

He composes himself, and thinks, ryuk laughs at his reaction, but seemingly more amused with what's above his head with the way he had been staring at it. He looks down again and sees different clothing, it seemed right but also wrong. That's when he realizes, this is not his body. When Light (L) was about to ask ryuk questions, he shuts his mouth again. As he felt that he was being watched. A realisation dawns to him.

He's currently light yagami, and at the time the yagami household is under survelliance.

And now L has to struggle trying to act as light, which he does terribly, and avoid dying again, and as kira at that.

I don't remember much, I just remember like these snippets of him being scolded by sachiko everytime he slouched, puts his feet on the chair, or does his staring. That when he gets scolded his eyes down turns and if his face weren't emotionless, it would look like he's pouting.

The thing is, L is a great liar but not as much as an actor. Or when it comes to controlling his facial features, to make a comforting smile, an earnest chuckle or make a worried look. He often just defaults to blank. (This is a head Canon if I'm wrong lmfao I have to finished the anime help).

I dunno if he was able to actually pull it off, but what I DO remember is that HE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE POTATO CHIP.

That is all, thank you.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

it’s still fucking devastating to me that ctechno is canonically dead. i saw a screenshot of phil’s chat when he was fighting a code monster on qsmp and it was filled with “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” and i just thought like. what if cphil hears the voices now. what if they came to him with no other place to go. he doesn’t notice at first, but sometimes he’ll hear something and think it’s a crow but his crows aren’t around at the minute. he thinks nothing of it until he's in the middle of a battle one day against a simple mob and suddenly his head is flooded with "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" and once the mob is dead he nearly cries. what if huh.

what if in his next life, or hundreds of years in the future, wherever the qsmp is in the timeline of canon, he ends up on this island. and he's missing some memories, and he doesn't really know where he came from, but he knows he has these crows that follow him around, and he likes them. and he has a son, and he's taking care of wil's daughter, and he has a husband, loves them so very much. and he had a friend, a very good friend named techno, and he remembers just enough to build a memorial because he knows his friend is gone, and his family loves hearing about him, and the others on the island know and respect his old friend.

and then he's attacked by this monster that threatens his family and his friends and everything he holds dear, and his once quiet head is suddenly deafening. all he can hear is disembodied chanting for blood. and once the monster is dead, once he knows his family is safe, the voices linger a bit longer, making sure he's fine, that there's nothing left to fight, and then they're gone as quick as they were there.

and he raises a hand to his face to feel tears on his cheeks, and he remembers now that those voices used to be techno's. he wonders how he ever forgot.

[raineedayss]

ok so we’ve all heard of pastra right?

the guy who made dreams of an insomniac?

ok so. he’s a youtuber who’s channel is mostly horror right?

dare i say..

hes a CREEPYPASTRA

[shushmal]

a little season 4 vol 2 "missing scene" but angst warning, it's canon compliant!

Eddie opens his eyes.

It shouldn't be a surprise, really, everyone opens their eyes thousand-million-billions of times, probably—Eddie's not very good a math. But still, he opens them, looks out into the world in front of him, and a stray thought flitters through his conscious that goes Wait, what? He can't really remember why, though, suddenly. Because—

Eddie opens his eyes. And Steve smiles at him.

"Hey," Steve says, easy as a breeze, no urgency, no brave-face. None of that fear hidden in his eyes when Eddie had asked him to make Vecna pay for him, to do something Eddie couldn't.

"Hey," Eddie says back, breathless.

Behind them, there's a noise, and Eddie almost turns around to look.

"Eddie," Steve says before Eddie moves. He holds out his hand, long fingers and trimmed nails and soft palms. He almost glows in the grey dark of the forest. "Come with me."

"Okay," Eddie says. And takes his hand.

Steve's smile grows, a flash of white teeth, and he laces their fingers together tightly as he begins to lead Eddie through the trees. There's another sound behind them, Eddie doesn't quite know what it is, but Steve pulls him away gently before Eddie can turn his head to look.

It sounded almost like someone crying.

They walk leisurely, like they don't have anywhere to be, and Eddie stares down at their hands linked together. Something squirms inside of him, almost a feeling of wrongness. He feels off balanced, but he doesn't feel scared. He feels like he should feel scared.

Steve squeezes his hand comfortingly. They can't hear the crying anymore.

"It's okay," Steve says, like he's reading Eddie's mind. "I don't ever want you to be scared. Not anymore."

It clicks then.

"You're not Steve," Eddie says. He comes to a stop.

Steve stops with him, doesn't try to pull him along, to force him to go. He turns back to Eddie, that sweet smile on his face. His thumb brushes against Eddie's, his touch warm and gentle.

"No," Steve admits.

"Are you Vecna?" Eddie feels like he should be shaking with fear, but he's not. Steve's hand in his makes him brave.

"No, no," Steve rushes to say. "I'm not here to hurt you Eddie, I promise. I'm only here to take care of you."

"Oh," Eddie swallows. He thinks about the person crying in the woods and he remembers Dustin leaning over him— "What, are you like, God or something?"

Steve shrugs. "Sometimes I am," he says, thoughtfully. He leans in close as he does, his other hand coming up to their joined hands. "Sometimes I'm Jesus Christ, sometimes I'm an angel. Sometimes I'm deities of other faiths. Most of the time I'm mothers."

"I—" Eddie starts and stops, suddenly overwhelmed. "I don't understand."

"That's okay," Steve says. He presses the back of Eddie's hand to his chest, and he can feel his heartbeat under his shirt. It's comforting, the steady rhythm, the warmth against his skin. "Take your time. We don't have to rush."

Eddie drags his other hand over his face, twitching when something tickles his cheek. There, on his left hand, tied to his ring finger, is a red string tied in a bow, with one long end hanging to the ground near his knees, the end of it frayed.

He tries to remember why he tied it there, what the reason was. But when he looks at Steve again, sees the sadness in his eyes, the sympathy, Eddie knows its something else. He doesn't want to ask.

"Why—" He croaks and clears his throat. Steve watches him patiently. "Why Steve then? If not my mom— If not an angel, or whatever."

"You know why," Steve says, indulgent. "At least part of that, you know exactly why."

Eddie clutches Steve's hand, fingers going tight in that gentle hold, knuckles white, his nails digging into flesh. Steve doesn't wince or shake him off, just gently tugs Eddie closer until they're standing toe to toe, heads bowing into each other. The short ends of Steve's hair brushes Eddie's cheek.

Eddie does know. Knows if it were his mom or his dad, angels or demons or gods, if they'd asked Eddie come with them, he wouldn't have. But he doesn't know why this, why Steve.

"He makes you brave," Steve says. He whispers it like a secret, says it into their joined hands, into Eddie's knuckles, into the breath between them. "He makes you feel safe." He reaches down and plucks the frayed end of the red string between two fingers, runs his thumb along the length of it, holds it like something precious in his palm. "He makes you hope."

A sob erupts out of Eddie then, and Steve releases Eddie's clinging hand to wrap him up in a hug, holds him as he cries. They stand there in the middle of this weird, other dimension as Eddie weeps harder than he ever has in his life, as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, humming a song that Eddie doesn't know the words to, doesn't recognize. Eddie lets himself hold him back, crushing Steve to him, just to feel a little more of that warmth, that steady heartbeat and gentle kindness. He gets it now, and he cries all the harder for it.

It was supposed to be his year.

"I know, honey," Steve murmurs, voice thick like he's crying, too, for the life Eddie doesn't get to live anymore. "I know, I'm so sorry."

Steve holds him until the tears stop, until Eddie's breathing evens out and he pulls himself away to scrub his hands over his wet face. He swallows a few times, trying to find his voice before he looks at him again.

He's still there when Eddie looks at him, that same gentle smile, the kindness of his eyes.

"What now?" Eddie asks, voice ragged.

Taking his hand again, his touch warm and soft, Steve says, "Come with me."

And Eddie goes.

[sundooisagoose]

I'm sorry

original below

[seagull-scribbles]

☔️ It’s time to loose your self loathing, excuse yourself, let hope in ♥️