#that cliffhanger... why

[dollsuitare]

he's hella hot let the truth be told !!!

i feel personally atacked like WHY.

why would you have a tongue piercing. who are you trying to seduce... whore

[my-hyperfixations]

I am still VERY unwell from this finale

[undertalethingems]

Unexpected Guests Chapter 10, Act Two: Page 4

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Gaster may have shown his face again, but Undyne's more than ready to put a boot right through it--and the wall too...

I've said it before, I'll say it again, even if it's difficult to get right I always enjoy drawing Undyne's action poses! It gave me a good reason to revisit my volumes of fullmetal alchemist for inspiration, even if that meant staying up way too late one night XD

I hope you'll look forward to the next update, coming Oct. 19th!

[sunny1927]

⭐️Draw the squad⭐️

I found this meme template on Pinterest and I HAD to draw out the Backups inside the car lol.

Original image:

And ofc Oswald is the one driving because. He’s Oswald.

Meanwhile Mickey is holding on for dear life 😅

Donald on the other hand… honestly I don’t think I’m going to explain his situation so.

Goofy? He’s chilling so he’ll be fine. But yeah enjoy ✨

Backup detectives belong to @skullsemi & @thebackupdetectives 🧡✨

[chirpsythismorning]

Ya'll catch the final rose ceremony at the end of s4?!

[rintoki]

when you sleep at night

characters: kafka x dom!reader

tw: somnophilia, dubcon, nothing too crazy actually relax

a/n: i guess this can be considered a second part to my first kafka smut, its like the exact same setting and dynamic.

MINORS DNI

the door opens easily as kafka steps into the entrance way, slipping out of her heeled boots and quietly making her way through the dark living room. all the lights in the house was out and it was eerily silent, through the dim lighting kafka strains her eyes to check the clock hanging on your wall.

11:37pm

you couldn’t possibly be sleeping this early yet. but, alas, you proved to be unpredictable to her once again as she turns the knob to your bedroom, pushing it open to reveal your sleeping form on the bed. her feet padded softly on the floor; taking slow, deliberate steps closer to the bed that you laid on.

kafka clicked her tongue, a tinge of annoyance blossoming in her chest when she sees that you were indeed fast asleep and not just pretending to mess with her. not that you were the type to do that anyway. she felt her finger twitch unconsciously, standing foolishly by your bed as she is once again reminded of how little you cared for her. despite her now regular visits to your residence, you never once welcomed her, nor have you ever made any type of accommodations towards her.

the woman breathes deeply, your familiar scent permeates the room and her body is quick to react to it. reminded of all the late nights spent together, how warm your body felt next to hers, and how good you made her feel. kafka shuts her eyes for a moment, deciding on what to do now. part of her knows that the right thing to do is to leave and come back another time, preferably informing you beforehand like you had asked of her.

but instead she remains in her spot; unmoving as she watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, your soft breasts hidden underneath the thin material of your pyjamas, and how easy it would be to simply unbutton it right now. kafka finds herself getting lost in her thoughts, eyes raking over your body as she thinks about everything she could do to you now. but more than anything, her purple eyes finally land on your hands; the same hands that brought her orgasm after orgasm. the very ones that hugged and caressed her body, how she wanted to feel them again.

and as if in a trance, kafka pushes her jacket off her shoulders, letting the expensive coat fall to the floor without a care. normally unheard of with how much she loves her coats, but now there’s no one here to see that. and there’s no one to witness as she peels off the layers of her clothing, her belly tightening with every passing second and soon the woman stood in nothing but her panties.

kafka crawls gingerly onto the bed, careful to not wake you as she eyes your hand resting by your side. she tests the waters, nimble fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling it away from your body. when you show no reaction does the excitement bubble up within her, her pussy already beginning to ache with need

inch by inch, she shuffles closer. until your relaxed fingers lay just underneath her clothed pussy, a wet spot now forming on her panties. kafka’s breathes deeply, trying to keep it even as she lowers herself onto your hand, feeling your fingers fold naturally under her weight.

a shaky breath escapes her at the feeling, slowly moving her hips back and forth on your curled fingers, not caring how awkward the position was. kafka watches your sleeping form carefully, but you showed no signs of waking up, still blissfully unaware and deeply asleep.

a small part of her was annoyed—that you didn’t wake up and catch her in the act, that she won’t get to see your reaction. but the larger part of her is now pushing off her panties, letting her bare pussy rub against the palm of your hand. it was warm, and the ridges brushed perfectly against her swollen clit. kafka shudders, her breathing turns heavy as she continues the slow rutting of her hips, allowing herself to enjoy the sensations until your hand was sufficiently lubricated from how much she leaked.

and with shaky hands, she positioned your fingers upright, aligning it with her hole before sinking down upon them. kafka nearly whines, biting back any sounds as your fingers penetrates her tight walls. she grips your wrist, holding them in place as the woman lifts her hips once again, this time pushing your fingers into her pussy. again and again, your fingers sunk deep into her warmth and kafka pants quietly. her mind was feeling dizzy from the entire situation, the fact that you weren’t even conscious now and yet you still managed to reduce her to this state. how even just your fingers was enough for her pussy to twitch and push back so desperately against your hand.

she squeezes her eyes shut, her head hung low and nearing the verge of her orgasm as she angles your wrist so that the tips of your fingers brushed against her spot. the sensitive patch of nerves singing in response as it felt like shocks ran through her body. kafka gasps loudly, unable to hold back her moans now as it almost felt like your hand was moving by itself. too far gone to put the pieces together even when your fingers begin to curl and thrust inside her, or when your thumb has suddenly begin to press against her clit at the same time.

her mouth hung open, panting breathlessly as her body felt like it was on fire. her hand wrapped helplessly around your wrist even as it moved by itself and her back arched, muscles flexing and her thighs trembled terribly. kafka was right on the edge, just a little more… just one more stroke, just one more thrust…

“agh…! fu—fuck, wha…!”

the woman felt every sensation in her body stop cold. before she’d knew it your hand was already ripped from her body, and her orgasm had come to a screeching halt. kafka nearly chokes, scrambling to her senses as she finally raises her head to face you.

from her flushed expression to her bare body, your cold eyes finally landed on your soaked fingers, covered in her wetness after having used it for her own pleasure. kafka watches with wide eyes; somewhere in her mind she understood that you had probably been awake for a while now, that you’d probably purposely fucked with her. brought her to the brink of an orgasm before ruthlessly ripping it away from her.

her heart pounds in her chest, an unfamiliar feeling as she waits for your next move, your next words. what will you with her now? she’s not that shameless to ask you to make her cum again after begin caught like that, but for whatever reason she could feel her pussy tightening again, waiting with anticipation of what you might do to her now.

[callsign-relic]

There’s something about Cybertronian feelings the same emotions that humans do that hits hard.

There’s such drastic differences between Cybertronian kind and human kind. Size is one, biology is another. Cybertronians can do so many more things that humans can’t, and I’m certain you could say the same thing for humans.

But despite the differences in the two species, there are also such strong similarities.

They both built societies, have social hierarchies, cultures, etc.

And even if it is less normalized for Cybertronian kind in some cases, they can also feel the same range of emotions that humans can.

So imagine a human with a bot they barely know yet. They’re completely unaware of how similar they are despite being two vastly different alien species. The bot is sat high above, the human slowly and cautiously approaching their legs as they come closer to investigate a strange sound they heard from this direction. Surely it couldn’t have been the bot making that sound, right? Because it sounded way too much like—

Then, the human looks up to the bot’s face, and sees they’re crying.

Streams of lubricant are rolling down their cheeks, their face contorted and wrinkled into distress. The bot wasn’t even trying to hold it in at this point, who knows how long they were going for by now. Soft little hiccups stumble through their voice box, their whole frame shaking and quivering as the futilely wipe at the endless flow of lubricant pouring down their optics.

The human is shocked. They had no idea these robots could feel sad, much less cry. They felt like they had just invaded a very private moment…

And yet, rather than try to sneak away, the human hesitantly reaches a hand out to the mech’s pede. Slowly, they place their hand atop it, gently rubbing and trying to reassure the big bot as much as they could with their comparatively tiny body.

The bot is startled, looking around in a panic and quickly raising their pedes, only to finally bring their gaze downwards and lock eyes with the human.

[anintrovertedechoe]

IM ACTUALLY GOING TO PISS MYSELF THIS IS SO FUNNY

also

and

they’re literally a divorced married couple ur honor

[offkilterkeys]

i imagine you have a vault of unreleased content that you don't get around to posting for relatable reasons. if you do i humbly ask that you grace me with something. anything! close your eyes and pick a file? let fate decide. if you made it i'll like it, that's the point anyway

I’ve posted some panels or pieces of these but never the entire sequence on here I don’t think, so but this is one of the only substantial things I’d say I’ve kept in a vault.

I feel like compared to my newer stuff these look super rough, but they were really good practice.

These have pesterlogs that go with them but this post is already huge so eh. This was set to occur a couple hours after Caliborn’s masterpiece, so Roxy and Dirk are talking about Halquius’s heroic sacrifice/death. Davepeta and Dirk continue that line of conversation, while Roxy is pulled into an argument about self control as I bum everyone out by reminding them that Jasprose never actual stopped being an alcoholic.

[anxietea413]

i've seen so much content on grayson and whoever the phone girl is, the masquerade ball, and (perhaps) the one bed trope. BUT i have not seen a singular post on alice hawthorne being alive. like is that not a shock to ya'll? ALICE HAWTHORNE IS ALIVE???? and also eve that demon spawn? that mf is probably somehow gonna expose that sheffield grayson's dead to savannah and ruin their just healed (half) brother-sister relationship? i swear i physically hurl when i hear the word eve, thats how much i hate on her and emily. the both of them genuinely just exist to give grayson (and jameson) severe trauma. especially grayson, my man has not recovered, and the description of the grandest game scares me. grayson's emotions? my man has literally bottled up his emotions since he exited the womb, that's gonna be a harsh journey (im looking forward to it). avery's doing some charlie and the chocolate factory shit and im so into it. ive been maniacally hunting for easter eggs on the cover, bringing my swiftie (clowning) senses to tig. im on the edge of my seat jennifer. ive been waiting for like 6 months too long 😔 when's the paperback pre-order on amazon gonna open 🫠

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

A Tempest of Tea

first in a YA fantasy duology

follows a young immigrant woman in a fantasy Victorian city who runs a tearoom that doubles as an illegal bloodhouse for vampires at night

when their business is threatened, she gets a chance to save it by teaming up with her best friend, a rich girl with a talent for forgery, a vampire artist, and a mysterious city guard to do a heist to infiltrate high society and collect a logbook that may reveal the extent of the corruption in the city

fantasy city with a masked ruler, arthurian elements, themes of colonialism

[flamingmanticore]

With the new spoiler/teaser that just came out does anyone else get like whiplash with Alastor going from kicking his legs like a school girl to saying some that’s supposed to be immature but is bone-chilling?

Like seriously the “I know something you don’t know” is so eerie is just gives me goosebumps lmao

[artemisandhersilverbow]

Don't cry for Argentina. Cry for me, a girl who thought Divine Rivals was a stand alone novel. Imagine getting to that ending... imagine how unwell I am right now.

[p4nishers]

anyone else sick to their stomach w fear over this or is it just me

[milimeters-morales]

those videos that are like “the one flaw spiderverse has is that the canon events don’t make sense” like cmon bro you’re smarter than this. what movie were you watching. why do you think it’s literally part one.

[animationismycomfort]

growing up is realizing you don’t hate anyone in lees group

it’s just a bunch of f-cked up people

forced together in a f-cked up situation

not to mention WITH CHILDREN