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[rhapsodyred-writes]

So! The reader is a monster but they're really soft and covered in fluff and fur that's really really soft. Like picture the softest fur ever, and that's the Reader.

They have it in a way so they wouldn't get hurt cause it's hard to cut through the fuzz and fur and blah blah blah.

They're just really soft and cuddly >:3

(up to you who to put them with, I just think it would be cute(Reader with your Horror!Sans would be cute cause... scary and cute)

I love this idea! Sorry it took a while.

Violet isn't sure at first if your fluff is really a form of armour. It seems too good to be true, you know? Super soft and impervious to harm? No, that's not how that works. But with you...it is. He can hardly believe it, but he doesn't want to waste this opportunity to prove he's trustworthy.

He's hesitant to touch you at first, but once it sinks in that he wouldn't be able to hurt you by accident, he takes full advantage (if you're okay with it, of course).

Sometimes he'll just sit beside you and lean up against you. Sometimes he falls asleep in this position, and he's not an easy guy to wake up. Sometimes you might find it's just less effort to let him wake up on his own. Hope you brought a book. If you'll let him, he'll sit you in his lap and bury his hands to the wrist in fluff. With him purring against you, it might be difficult to say no, but if you're uncomfortable, he will stop. You'd better believe he's going to monopolize you for naptimes too. You're the softest person he's ever met, perfect for half-conscious cuddles.

And of course, he knows he's kind of spooky looking, and this is one of the few moments he'll consciously use it to his advantage - you'll never be harassed again, at least not while he's around.

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

"oh i'm excited for titans curse so we can see nico!!" NO I'm excited for s5 the last olympian so we can see the curse of achilles, our first instance(s!) of dark percy, the nonstop battles, silenas death, percy saying pay your fuckin child support, 'family, luke. you promised.' the underwater kiss

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Nygmobblepot Text Meme

[jet-teeth]

Another concept/sketch batch I have been sitting on for a while, suppose I could toss this out into the aether now haha Basically it's a whole chaos space marine warband based around mimicry and infiltration - they look like a suspiciously normal space marine chapter from the outside but OOPS! It's all mimics.

(And not just the space marines/power armor, but everything is game: crew fused with their vehicles, transforming weapon "familiars," etc. It gets silly.)

They stem from the Raven Guard but can end up anywhere, and will take on the colors/appearance necessary to pass undetected. there is a catch though: their presence has a tendency to cause things around them to start to warp and glitch and in extreme cases, essentially cause little warp micro-rifts that end up mimic-ifyng things around them - so they pretty much have to operate solo to have the best chance at keeping their disguise up.

This CAN work to their advantage though if they are attacking in full-force as a warband, and some older members might have fallen too far to Chaos to keep up a normal "shell" anymore, so the overly mutated fellows have to be put to different uses (in fact, there a degree of hierarchy of mutation stages that influences how they organize themselves as a warband & determines everyone's primary functions. And it's not really one over the other either - there are not all that many of them, so they have more luck spreading their influence clandestinely versus relying on brute force of any kind, that would have to be for emergencies. So, some of the more senior & mutated fellows might be more powerful on a physical/psychic level, but it is also like a forced retirement from their infiltration role, so it limits what they can do to further the warband's interests.)

[todayisafridaynight]

[pitchthepeach]

Based on @astronomical-fog ’s wonderful And if you close your eyes

[trashfactorysstuff]

Rozin art post. I’m just saying that if they where together, none of the avatar lore would have existed but Nickelodeon had to have the dads divorced.

[beetljugo]

Fanfics as Songs From My Playlists

more like the songs I keep on repeat for weeks at a time cause i cant get them out of my head!!!! just like all the fics mentioned on this list

im so sorry to any desktop users im looking at it on desktop after drafting this on mobile and damn that setup is ASS

most if not all of these works contains mature 18+ content: MDNI!! may also contain dark content, please read tags and trigger warnings from authors!

childhood friends ghost x reader thread by @charliemwrites

Light On by @peachesofteal

something about this song makes me feel like this is how simon feels for his little family <3 protective loving devotion

ghost x bimbo! reader drabbles by @yawnderu

gaz x luck/demon! reader by @ghouljams

were not gonna talk about how ironic that is, i love them, i love this song, it makes sense in my head shhhhh

gaz x fat reader drabble by @391780

Nikto's Commandments by @charliemwrites

Minotaur! König x Ariadne! Reader by @kneelingshadowsalome

but for this song SPECIFICALLY, pt.2 gives entombed vibes but damn if i could sticky tab fanfic THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!! might have to make a whole other list for this category of fanfics LMAO

Mafia! 141 by @groguspicklejar

THIS SONG FOR THIS FIC MATCHES SO WELL IN MY HEAD??? but not in the same way that i feel it matches for the others fics i mentioned???

rockstar! gaz x reader by @groguspicklejar

LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF MUSIC I IMAGINE FOR ROCKSTAR! 141 AU!!!!! loathe, sleeptoken, deftones, bad omens i can probably make a playlist for this au but maybe ill save that for another time...

Where You Go, I'll Follow by @ghouljams

[taviokapudding]

Simon Petrikov has always been a GILF and before the crown took over his mind, I think we can all agree long white haired - not ice king yet Simon was kinda hot before the madness set in

Now that I have your attention - hear me out AT fandom- what if Ice Prince in Fionna’s dreams is what Simon/Ice King thought he was throughout the original Adventure Time series?

I always thought Ice King having extremely high self confidence was just a gag or joke before we learned about who Simon was- but there’s tons of instances where he declares he’s hot & doesn’t mind showing off his body in the original. And with the canon 12 yr time skip, we know now everything about Fionna & Cake’s AU and Ice King’s actions to form the AU was based off the madness of the crown playing into Simon’s wish fulfillment, trauma, & life; but also a form of escapism from his reality as a lonely man in a world he cannot relate too.

In the original & first appearance of the AU Ice Queen is H O T {and I’m not just saying that as a pansexual} she is leagues more attractive than how Ice King was and I would argue looks more like what I think Betty would look like if she wore the crown. She’s wish fulfillment but being heavily crown coded explains why she’s no longer Simon’s mind/Fionna’s dreams.

But Ice Prince? That is way more Simon coded than crown & also doesn’t match any of the male background characters we do see in episode 1. What if that’s not just Simon wishing he could be more like Ice King but instead what he actually thought he looked like the whole time the crown controlled him for all those centuries? That would explain why Ice King was so shameless but also partially explain why Simon mentions in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake that he both misses but hates what Ice King looked like.

Yes it’s a Tuxedo Mask reference & an obvious sign Simon still has some magic powers, but you cannot deny that if Simon wanted to dress as Ice King he’d probably go a more Ice Prince style to line up with how he currently dresses. If the AU remained the AU that was all originally knew, Ice Queen would’ve been some evil Sailor Scout or Queen Beryl coded character to Fionna Campbell; Ice Prince wouldn’t be a thing if it was just an alternate universe. And that tall glass of frosty water is definitely what Simon wished he looked like {honestly me too, Ice Prince is so gender}

EDIT: Btw in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake, Ice Queen is seen as the icecream vendor and she looks nothing like Simon but way more like a cross between the Gunther penguins and crown. And yes I know Fionna “dates” Ice King in the original au - my point still stands that it’s still what Simon wanted/thought he looked like with the crown on. Fionna Campbell would be into a very blue robes & wacky eyebrows Ice Prince and Ice Queen wouldn’t be just an icecream vendor who’s nice to kids if the crown had influence still

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

This really needs to enter the tumblr reaction meme vernacular.

(it helps if you know how this character sounds but still)

[dorkorder]

a list of comfort wrestlers — danhausen

[rhapsodyred-writes]

Can I ask how the rent free characters would react to their datemate giving them this as a gift?

Just randomly :3

This was really cute to write!

Sans loves it and won't let you forget it either. It's just... so dog-gone cute. He's gonna have a ball with this one, and the more disgruntled you get at his puns, the more insufferable he becomes. Any gift you give him is a fantastic chance to tease you.

Red loves it, but only as long as no one's looking. Secretly he loves soft things like plush pillows and cozy blankets and you, but you'll be hard pressed to get him to admit it out loud. Surprise gifts always catch him off guard, and it takes a while until he is used to you giving him random gifts.

This is now Violet's most prized possession. He doesn't have many material things that make him happy, even though he and his sibling aren't trapped underground anymore. The fact that you gave it to him makes it even more important to him. It represents memories made in a happier time, and it helps him relax. It'll take a bit to get used to, but over time he'll stop treating each and every surprise gift like it'll be the last one.

Poppy is...unsure at first. No, it's alright, it's very cute and they appreciate the sentiment, it's just...is this really for them? Are you sure? They're hesitant to accept the gift, not because they don't trust you, they're a little worried they might...wreck it somehow. Once you can convince them it's okay, it becomes their go-to stress/anxiety relief item. It's good for hugging, and it was given by someone they love!

Nyx loves it (like they love all your random gifts), but they're gonna be a bit of a butt about it. For example, when you walk into a room, expect to have this thrown at you. On the other hand, when you're away, they'll sleep curled around it. It's a comfort item for them, but it's quite possible they don't realize it.

Ash is...conflicted. It's cute, and he gets that you want to give him stuff, but does he really deserve this? It's just, it's so...so not what he's used to. But for you, he manages to stamp down that feeling, ignore his brother, and give you a smile. He'll cherish it.

Beacher will cherish everything you give him, but this is something special. It's so soft and huggable, he just wants to squish it! If he wasn't worried about it getting all full of sand and salt water, he'd take it with him on his beach trips. He's a little sad to leave it at home but if he gets to bring you, well, that makes up for it.

[the-kipsabian]

an endless list of nights blorbos 💖 4/X ↪ orange cassidy

[take-taker-taken]

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[averlym]

some very very quick costume shorthands!

[vcendent]

*out on patrol*

Jason: Hey bro, can I get a sip of that water?

Tim, sipping from a waterbottle: It's not water.

Jason: Vodka! I like your style!

Tim: It's vinegar.

Jason: Wha-

Tim: It's vinegar. Pussy.