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I went a little crazy
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tsukinoshinjiu · 26 days
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I gave him my entire life's savings
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sitruuna-art · 3 months
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ask and you shall receive (props to us for using our MASSIVE muscles to get him outta' there) 😎
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unclenappie · 1 month
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Piper: You know Percy gives Annabeth flowers everyday. I wish you would do that.
Jason: ummm okay?
[ next day ]
Jason: [ gives Annabeth flowers ]
Annabeth : what?
Jason: [shrugs] I don't know either, man
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hyunip · 4 months
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Let you ride Armin and see just how slutty he can be for you.
You could bring him out of his shell and all when it came to socializing and things like that, but when yall fuckin'?!
He moans louder than you do, you knew that. So one night, you decide to ride him in reverse cowgirl (because he's an ass man and can't get enough of how that thing moves) and that was one of the best ideas you had. Ever.
The pain in your legs was definitely worth it.
When you sat down on it, he shudders at the feeling of your slick pussy gripping him and sucking him in. He grabs your asscheeks and spreads them apart just to see how well you take it. But once you start bouncing on his dick, it's game over. Because he's already groaning and whining at the feeling.
And after even a few minutes, you could have him mumbling curses "Fuck—don't stop!.." "Ah shit... Just like that" "ride this dick"
And don't even get me started on the overstimulation.
He's so close to Cumming until you stop riding him, causing him to whine and fuck up into you lazily, wanting more from you. Until you tell him to use you however he wants to. Girl you are in danger. That man will go deep, gripping your hips like crazy while he fucked you, slapping your ass, moaning and groaning and low huff while he's inside. He even sticks a finger or two in your ass while he fucks you like no tomorrow.
He will go wild inside you, shooting blanks and making you squirt multiple times and you loved it. And he'll let you treat him like he's your bitch. Because he said it and he sticks to his words.
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holeodemony · 3 months
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I know I've casually mentioned that I use a tape recorder in a previous post about how much TMA has effected my life but. I was not exaggerating.
Just yesterday night I was having a mental breakdown talking to myself about stuffs and then I went, oh shit, I gotta record this.
I fucking paused my disassociated panic attack to run across the house, sit down with my tape recorder, turn the recorder on, say that I was in a shit mental state, and then continue on with my breakdown.
I shit you not I just *paused* the breakdown in order to grab my tape recorder. It shouldn't be funny that no matter what I do I need my recorder, but it kinda is.
I mean, I don't go anywhere without my SONY microcassette-corder M-560V. I don't leave the house with it. I usually keep it with my phone. Hell, I've even left it in my bed because of the recordings I do in order to end the day.
I get anxious whenever I don't have my tape recorder on me. I used to feel that way with my mp3 player, despite the fact that my phone was always more efficent with music, but yeah. I need my tape recorder to *function.*
This is probably unhealthy.
I'm blaming The Magnus Archives.
And myself.
But mostly The Magnus Archives.
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pumpkins-and-penguins · 6 months
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“no” was in fact the perfect response
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its-a-beautful-day · 2 months
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In memory of Kaiju and as a gift to @kaijutegu
I wanted to represent tumblr's favorite lizard with her favorite food and the smile we'll remember her by 💖
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marlynnofmany · 11 days
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Secondhand Solutions
Mur gave me a smug look, curling and uncurling one tentacle like a yo-yo. “Told you it was a waste of credits,” he said.
I sighed. “If those human ships were here, it wouldn’t be. This stuff is prime Earth nostalgia.” The small pile of items on the hoversled had seemed so full of promise when I’d bought it at our last stop: cat posters, harmonicas, and a dozen packs of googly eyes.
“Pity we’re far from Earth,” Mur said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, eyeing the locals of this alien marketplace. Lots of scales and exoskeletons. Not many hands that would appreciate the softness of a cat’s fur, and very few mouthparts that would be able to do much with a harmonica. The merchant I’d gotten the stuff from had been a Heatseeker all too happy to unload her stock of cut-rate human nonsense. These folks would likely have similar opinions. I said, “At least it doesn’t expire.”
Mur straightened the individually-boxed harmonicas. “And it shouldn’t take up too much space in your quarters until we meet up with more humans eventually. The captain won’t want to hang around here waiting for them to show up.”
“True,” I admitted. It was gossip from our last stop that had told me they’d be here now. I should have known better than to trust it.
“Well, back to the ship,” Mur announced. “Maybe you can cheer yourself up by decorating your quarters with eyeballs.”
I had to smile at that. “Maybe.” He was already walking back to where we’d parked, on the far side of an over-cultivated garden area. I towed the hoversled after him.
Then I caught sight of some locals who’d run afoul of multiple birdlike beasties, and an idea started to form.
The locals, a half-dozen Heatseekers whose scales ranged from red to pale yellow, were trying to eat a nice lunch at the dining section of the garden. The squawking bird-things, which were half-lizardy with speckled brown feathers and wide beaks, had apparently claimed the bushes for their own. They were contesting this claim by spitting at the Heatseekers every time their backs were turned. These looked like pretty gross spitballs, impressive for birds.
It occurred to me that I’d seen those feathery characters all over the place here. A look behind confirmed it; they lurked in nearly every tree I could see. And judging by the way the locals were abandoning this picnic table, they were a known hazard.
They still only spat at fleeing enemies, hiding or freezing in place when pinned by eye contact.
And that was my idea. “Hey Mur,” I said. “I’ll bet you one shanty sung on a table that I can sell some of these googly eyes right now.”
He stopped and looked around, full of skepticism. “To who?”
“Do you take the bet?”
“Ah, sure. There’s no way anyone here is interested.”
“You say that now,” I said, grabbing a pack and waving down one of the hurrying locals. “But you don’t know how we deal with tigers and magpies.”
“With what?”
I didn’t answer, busy as I was explaining to the local that the false eyes were adhesive, and would give the impression of eye contact from both directions. They were just as interested as I’d thought they’d be.
After a demonstration, during which I strolled through the picnic area and didn’t get a single spitball on me, the birds were unsettled and the locals were more than happy to buy everything I had.
This was a new colony town, you see, and no one had come up with a good solution for the annoying fauna that came with the territory. But these folks were prepared to make everyone’s day.
They certainly made mine. That was five times as much as I’d paid for the stuff in the first place. And they didn’t even want the posters and harmonicas.
I waved goodbye, but they weren’t paying attention, so I turned my grin on Mur instead. He had draped a tentacle around his pointy squid head in exasperation.
“I knew I shouldn’t have taken the bet,” he declared. “But I was so sure it was pointless.”
“And I am sure that whichever song you choose to regale us with at dinnertime will be delightful,” I said, tugging the hovercart around the bushes. The birds watched me carefully, noting the eyes still stuck to my hair, and leaving us both alone. “If it’s a song I know, maybe I can play a backup melody with a harmonica.”
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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!
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karalija · 2 months
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Hodari Pavel from the mmo game Palia by Singularity 6. This is based off a certain quest 🤭😉 drawn in procreate. Please enjoy! 🖤💜🖤
Go read FairehavenMaven’s fic “A Hidden Gem” on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51257176/chapters/129513127
Such a beautiful fic. Well written, spicy and inspiring… just *chef’s kiss*
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whatimdoing-here · 5 months
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Top Kacy Moments (decided by... mostly @commander0fmyheart i can't take any credit)
(insp) [thanks @mangeur-detoiles]
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secondbeatsongs · 2 years
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diversity win: this AI decided that Dipper Pines is gay!
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jack-o-phantom · 5 days
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I just noticed I reached 13k as an audience, and THAT'S insane in itself but I need to purge a lot of bot accounts.
Here is my warning for those who are new!! Get a pfp!! Make a description for yourself!!
But to those who are staying, what should I do to celebrate first? I'll make a list based on 1,2, then 3. Currently I'll be busy for quite a bit and I want to reach out to my followers :)!!
If you have any suggestions, recommend them!! ^^ I'd love to hear what y'all want to say
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nikkineeky · 2 months
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Was absolutely inspired by this fanfic to draw pretty Arachne. Especially since I could draw her with Alastor!
@megamegan213
https://archiveofourown.org/series/3972631
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luminlunii · 5 months
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He would definitely flap around long sleeves if he had any as a stim
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r2y9s · 11 months
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[sherlock holmes]
Home. (watson version)
holmes version
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