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neonjawbone · 1 month
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The Blades in the Dark game I'm in is gearing up to kind of enter the endgame, and I haven't done as much nice art of my girl Bat as I want to!!! Here's a little psychedelic eyestrain nonsense for my favorite identity crisis girl, my orgy baby cannibal ex-church shapeshifter.
most art of her looks like this
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loboazul16 · 1 month
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The pyro :]
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poopystain-moved · 7 months
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im beginning to feel like a rat god rat god
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alliumdykes · 3 months
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Guys sex isn’t real its made up by storks to sell more babies
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xivu-arath · 1 year
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at the bottom of the universe
Returning to the Osmium Court had long been a dream, one the sisters savoured on stormladen nights when answers and a clear path were beyond them. Xi Ro always spoke of raising an army and returning in triumph and vengeance, and if the others prompted, would regale them with the duels she would have with the traitor knights, and how they would chase down Taox and make her answer, her life for theirs. Aurash fretted over their father’s orrery and the swelling tide, and so together they would plan what to say and how to warn their people.
Sathona always knew what to say to encourage them or ease their fears, but if she dreamt of their return, she didn’t speak of it. Aurash had thought she just saw too clearly what they all feared – that they would die here, and never return at all, and so hoping otherwise was just a baitstar to distract them.
Now, she wonders if Sathona had guessed it would be like this – or if the worm had whispered it to her on those long nights.
The journey back from the Fundament’s depths is long, stretched out by hope and pain. The worms are a slick and sinuous weight at first, one which must be forced down and held by will even as the body is repulsed and fights it, and then as they press and coil inside them they also begin to eat. It is a slow, painful loss. They gnaw and grind, and create a hollow space in which they curl.
Thus is their pact defined: an emptiness in which there is being, and a being which creates yet more emptiness. This is the first thing they learn about the worms their gods.
“Mother jelly probably goes down easier,” Xi Ro says, when the first growing pains have subsided into a dull ache not too distant to the hunger inside them.
“It wouldn’t have saved us,” Sathona says, third eye closing – in grief, or a wish, or maybe both.
She goes still and silent, barely rousing no matter what they do, but when she does eventually wake she has a mother’s wings, trembling with effort and damp from the growth.
This is how they learn the second thing: the bargain continues within them, and what they ask for they must pay back in hunger.
The journey slows, because one must always pilot the ship, and the other two must deal with their worms, growing as fiercely and quickly as they dare. They curl together hatchling-close for comfort and treasure what little familiarity there is left to them.
Sathona adjusts the quickest out of all of them, walking the edge between starvation and growth while Aurash and Xi Ro plunge ahead and suffer for it. Xi Ro’s voice is a booming echo within her new armour, but she grumbles well-worn complaints about Aurash’s stories all the same, until Aurash takes pity and spins out the old favourites of their fleeting childhood.
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so- if adam was technically Alive, does he have to worry about his body rotting? cause even alive bodies sometimes start rotting if they dont get enough blood supply
I imagine it would work like any other surgery where blood supply to an area was cut right? that the growth of new blood vessles would be incredibly important to the survival of the limb? how does that work when you’re a several corpsed stitched together and reanimated? I’ve read like- two pages of frankenstien but after a quick google it seems he was shot and then heal from the wound, so that suggests his body was able to at least regenerate dead cells. 
But I imagine circulation would be a pretty big problem for adam right? I can just imagine him having to massage his limbs to get blood flowing again, maybe even wearing compression clothes if the narrative had allowed him that kind of luxury.
Imagine how horrible it would be, your this abomination that already hates yourself. Cobbled together from corpses and brought back against your will or consent, and now on top of everything else you have to worry about your new bodyparts dying while attached to you and rotting and posioning the rest of you with them.
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carbonateddelusion · 10 months
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Yeah Edgar brainrot!!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!
Talk about your blorbos!!!!!!!!!
Yippee!!!!!!
YIPPEE !!!!!
I think that whatever is going on in his head would kill Jack if he tried to understand, actually. Jack is so manic pixie dream boyfriend to him, and he has his moments where he tries to comprehend what's going on in Eddie's head, but if he could FEEL what he's doing to him, he couldn't take it.
self-inflicted torture is one thing for Chuck. suffering because of someone else is another. I think he'd just about kill himself on the spot, really
Jack doesn't like thinking about the fact that he's worse than his father ever was.
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moonverc3x · 2 years
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Is non ocs okay? This is DarliNg.
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oh what a cute dog! what breed are they?
LATE DAY SIX ALSO I LOVE THIS GUYS DESIGN?!?! HOLDING THEM GENTLY..
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mrpsychokiller · 2 years
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i was looking for color palettes online for art inspiration and got myself in a hole cause a bunch of stock photo sites have these "abstract psychedelic color palette" images and im kinda obsessed with them
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like these colors are just so good. i need to draw something with them
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papytonpropaganda · 1 year
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thoughts on papyrus's giant Fucking bone (Femur)
my thought is that you should [redacted]
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notfromcold · 2 years
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There's no way to know what sorts of things people enjoy sex-wise just through VIBES or whatever....
But anyway.
Switch/masochist Ed and service top leaning switch Stede. I'M RIGHT.
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loboazul16 · 10 months
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some refs for artfight :] SO EXCITED AHUHGUHGUHUGHUG
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saphushia · 1 year
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|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 coming soon... ||
man sabo really thought he'd get away from ace that easy, huh? well tough shit buddy you just got the attention of one of the most stubborn men on the seas. i do wonder how this'll play out now that sabo's cornered... hehe >;3
textless versions below the cut for those who want to look at. pictures <3
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(skipped page 5 due to. y'know. it not having any dialogue)
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stiffyck · 2 months
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Never finishing this so I at least tried to make it presentable skfjdgifkh
Au by me, @/angeart, @/wren-kitchens and @/loveroped
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carmyboobear · 30 days
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Omg do you have any more to say about sub carmy??? Literally obsessed with the idea😵‍💫
I’m sorry. I had too much to say.
Rating: Explicit (2.3k)
Tags: sub carmy, overstimulation, edging, use of toys (cock ring), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, cum play, riding, oral (both), face sitting
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It’s unreal, the way Carmy unravels so easily at your touch. With the rights words, he’ll come on the spot. It’s hot, but frustrating for you, not because you’re mad at him for coming, but because you’ve never quite had your fill playing with him. Luckily, the two of you figure out a solution:
A cock ring.
“How it feel? Not too tight, is it?” After lubing Carmy’s cock and the toy up, you’ve slipped the silicone ring at the base of his shaft, fitted right above his balls. He’s starting to harden in your slippery hands.
“No, it’s good. Just right,” Carmy sighs. He’s leaned back against a pile of cushions on your bed, clothes shucked to the side. Your eyes follow the rise and fall of his chest before looking back at his cock. Your hands itch to squeeze at his chest, run your fingers through the little curls there, but not right now. You can’t.
“I’ve set a timer for 20 minutes.” You’re walking him through it again as you start corkscrewing your fist up and down his length. He nods through little breathy moans, his curls falling into his face. “If you need to take the ring off before then, what do you say?”
“I’ll say red,” Carmy answers obediently. “Green is good, yellow is slow down.”
“Good boy,” you praise, pleased. Just for that, you kiss the tip of his hardened cock, and his breath hitches. “You’re so good, letting me play with you like this. I’m so lucky.”
“Mm, I think, I think I’m the lucky one,” he mumbles with an amused smile.
“Maybe we both are.”
“Yeah, maybe—ah—“ His words dissolves into a soft moan when he feels the heat of your mouth enclosing around the head of his cock.
It’s such a turn on to see him to like this, to be the one making him like this. As you suck and lick up and down the underside of his length, running your tongue along the bulging veins, Carmy sings for you, breathy and sweet. It makes your stomach broil, your pussy pulsing under your panties.
“It’s only been a couple minutes,” you tease, popping off his cock. You lick at your lips to break the strings of saliva that connect you to him.
“S-Seriously?” Carmy leans his flushed face into one of the pillows with a deep sigh. “I’m not gonna last…”
“Oh, but you will.” As a reminder, your fingers trace the ring snug around his cock. It’s doing its job perfectly. His erection is stiff and pumped with arousal as ever, just what it looks like when he’s about to come, but he can’t. You won’t let him, not until the 20 minutes are up. “Give me a color, Carmy.”
“G-Green,” he stammers, eyes glued onto you. You’re peeling off your sticky underwear and moving to straddle his hips.
“Mm, good.” You’re warming lube in your hands before rubbing it on your pussy and his cock. You’re gonna be riding him for a while, and time is of the essence. “You ready for me?”
“Yes, please,” he whispers, polite and perfect. Who are you to deny that?
“Oh, Carmy baby, you’re so hard for me…” Your folds bracket his bulbous, shiny tip, rubbing all over it. He makes a weak noise as you sink down on him, your hole slowly stretching around him. The lube makes it easier, quicker.
“Fuck,” Carmy whines, chest raising up and down steadily. You’re fully seated on his cock, and liquid heat fills every space inside you. You’re panting, adjusting to his thickness, squeezing and wetting his cock.
“Does it feel good inside me?” You ask, voice sweet and quiet. You run your thumb down his cute little happy trail.
“Feels so good,” Carmy pants, “so hot.”
“I can feel you twitching in my pussy, Carmy.” He makes a small, high pitched noise at that, somewhere in the back of his throat. “You wanna come already?”
“Yeah,” he whines, hips jutting forward into you. It hits a soft spot that makes you stagger, pause for a second to catch your breath.
“Well, too bad,” you whisper, and you start moving.
You start slow, almost unbearably slow. You drag yourself up his cock until just the head is snug inside you. You let yourself squeeze on it for a couple seconds, just to make him moan, before sliding back down the entirety of his length. It’s gradual, it’s steady, and it’s bringing Carmy to tears.
“I wanna come,” he whines, desperate. He’s strewn messily across the sheets. You think his cock’s gotten even harder inside of you.
“You’re not even halfway yet,” you scold him, and he makes a needy noise of protest. “Do you want to stop already?” You know you’re being mean, but you can’t help it. Not when he gets like this.
“N-No. I don’t.”
“Then be a good boy and take it.” You keep riding him at that slow, torturous pace, but you bring one of your hands up his chest. “You what to say when you want to stop. Give me a color.”
“…Green,” he whispers, little beads of tears in the corners of his eyes, and you smile.
Of course. You keep riding him, your pussy slowly and softly sucking up and down his throbbing cock, and he takes it, keeps taking it all.
“You’re so pretty like this, you know.” You start rolling around one his nipples under the pad of your thumb, and his whole body tightens up. “So pretty, so lovely.”
And he really is. God, he really is. You ogle openly at the ways the muscles in his arm go rigid when he fists the sheets, white-knuckles and tight. His tattoos move with the shift in his muscles. The hand that’s playing with his nipples moves to trace the faded triangle of ink on his chest.
“I wanna come on your pretty cock, baby,” you whisper to him, like it’s a confession. He whines at your words, bucking up into you, and you stifle a moan. “Can you handle it?”
“Mm, I, I don’t, I dunno,” he pants helplessly. There’s beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “H-How much longer?”
“You’re almost halfway now,” you inform him with a pleased, almost devious tone to it, and his whimper is so desperate and pathetic it makes you pulse. You’ve never seen him so worked up like this, never felt him so hard inside you like this before.
“Only halfway?” He repeats weakly, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Fuck—fuck—okay.” He breathes in deeply in a poor attempt to steady himself, but it doesn’t seem to do much.
“Such a good boy,” you moan, “so good for me.” One of your hands is rubbing at your clit now, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seems Carmy can feel it, too, with the way his louder and louder moans are timed with the tightening of your pussy. He’s rutting into you to no avail, chasing an orgasm he can’t have. The push of his cock into your hole makes an audible slick noise, over and over.
You lean down to seal your mouth against his bitten, moaning lips, and Carmy moans like an angel into your mouth. It’s messy, hasty, liquid and hot with your tongues gliding against each others. He tastes so good on your tongue. Spit’s smearing all over your mouth, down your chin, but you don’t care at all. Neither does he.
“Fuck, oh, Carmy, I’m gonna come,” you realize, the winding screw in your belly twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. You pull back to look at him, and you’re squeezing down even tighter at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded and teary, wet and overwhelmed, and his kissed lips are reddened and glossy with your spit. Or his. It doesn’t matter. An even pink flush colors his face. He looks well-fucked, and just looking at him like this is what makes you come.
“God—shhhit—“ Carmy’s mouth hangs open in an o as you orgasm tightly around his cock. He’s gasping for dear life, chest heaving with the effort of it. “Oh my god—“
“So fucking p-perfect—so pretty—“ you’re seated and rutting on his cock through your orgasm that rips through you, blinding you from everything except for Carmy. “J-Just seeing like you like this, it, it makes me come—god, you sound so pretty—“
He moans raggedly from your praise. His thrusts have become much more forceful, much needier. He grinds in you for the rest of your orgasm, reveling in every contraction your pussy has to give.
You’re still seated on his cock when you’re finished coming. Carmy’s at his limit, pleading endlessly for you to let him come. He’s clearly so hard and wound up he can hardly think anymore.
“Please let me come, fuck, please,” Carmy begs. There’s faint tear tracks on his cheeks, a testament to how far gone he is. “I tried, I, I just can’t anymore—I need to come—“
“Shh, baby, I got you,” you soothe him, sloppily pressing kisses to his whining lips. You slide slowly off of him and lower your hands to take off the cock ring. Before you do, you soak in the sight of him rigid and covered in your cream. He’s so hard it looks a little painful. “You did so good for me… I’ll even let you choose where you wanna come. You wanna come on my face? In my mouth?”
“I wanna come on your pussy,” Carmy pleads, immediately honest in his desperate haze, and it sends a dull jolt through you. Fuck.
“So dirty, Carm,” you murmur, breathless with how turned on that made you. You position yourself between him, angling him towards your pussy. “Of course. Anything you want. I can’t wait to see you come. I’m gonna take the ring off now, okay? Come all over my pussy like a good boy.”
With careful fingers, you pull the silicone ring off of his throbbing cock. You barely get it off before white cum shoots out of his cock.
Carmy practically sobs as he comes. You’ve never heard him cry like this before. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his searing orgasm, thinking he must be impossibly sensitive. His entire body shakes as he comes, as the pleasure rips through him.
His cock spurts over and over, covering your pussy in ropes of cum. You push your hips forward and use one hand to spread your tender folds. When his warm come hits your pussy, globs gelling over your clit, you moan from the sensation. He’s coming so much…
His cock releases a couple more weak squirts to dribble down your hand before softening. Carmy’s strewn limply across the bed, taking in deep, steady breaths. His expression is dazed, the look of someone that got fucked hard.
You shuffle towards him, knees still on either side of him when you lean down to peck his face. He makes a little noise of acknowledgement.
“Must’ve felt good, hm?” You smile as his blissful expression flashes with embarrassment. “Never heard you sound like that…”
“Good is an understatement,” Carmy laughs, voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never…felt anything like that. Holy fuck. That was just…”
“Yeah? It looked like it felt really good.” Cum drips down your pussy and off onto his lower stomach, and that makes the two of you look down.
“Let me see.” His eyes are stuck to your pussy, covered in his come. “Closer, please.”
With him laying down still, you straddle further up his torso, legs parted around his waist. You watch his face as you snake a hand down to your pussy, covered in his cum. Your fingers smear his fluid over your folds, bringing them up to your clit, rubbing it slowly… Your hand’s all sticky with both of your orgasms. And through it all, Carmy’s eyes track your hand, entranced.
“You like what you see?” You tease, and the joking way you say it makes the both of you laugh.
“Very much so.” Carmy reaches out and gently swipes his thumb over your cum-smeared clit, and you stiffen. “Fuck…you’re so wet…“
“Mm, yeah,” you say breathily. His thumb’s rubbing your wet clit back and forth. “Hhah—Carmy—“
“Let me clean you up?” His other hands runs up your thigh, squeezes at your ass. “You don’t have to, but I, I really want you to sit on my face.” His thumb presses down harder, and you whine.
“You’re, um, not too worn out? Ah—“ You feel two long fingers pump inside of you, once, twice before sliding out. You gasp.
“I mean, kinda, but…” Carmy brings his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes shut briefly as he revels in the taste of you. His fingers pop out completely clean. Fuck. “I wanna see how you taste with my cum.”
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Your arousal is swirling thickly again inside of you, something fierce and devastating. “Yes, god, okay. Please.”
That’s how you end up coming again, riding his face and smearing your cum and his all over his nose, cheeks, and mouth. His tongue is so warm and soft against your pussy, licking over every fold and crevice. You grind your needy clit against the surface of his tongue, stuck out just for you.
When you finally stop grinding your pussy against his face and pull back, you’re greeted with an even better sight than before. He has this pleased, dazed smile on his flushed, messy face, like he doesn’t even care that his skin is covered in fluids. He probably doesn’t care at all—knowing him, he’s reveling in the feeling.
“You’re my good boy, Carm,” you praise him, chest full of affection at the sight of him, and he hums back, just as affectionate.
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amoeba-proteus · 3 months
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