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ihearnocomplaints · 11 months

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GGGRRRRRRRRR GO SLEEB GO GO SLEEB GRRRR BARK BARK BARK BARK GO SLEEB RN I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND SMOTHER YOU IN SNUGGLES UNTIL YOU SLEEB GRRRR BARK BARK BARK (this is the bark of a tortle who wants their beloved friend to sleeb)

AAAAAAA!!!!! OKAY LEMME JUST POST MY POST!!!! I FINISHED MY ART I CAN REST EASY NOW.

#Insomnia sucks!!!!!!#SO TIRED BUT SO INSPIRED #Okay posting my post and then sleeping #nighty night -moon

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suntails · 24 days

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new plushie just dropped

#i know im late but hear me out: i finished this a few days ago and forgot to post it #(confused clapping) its true. my memory got swept away by silvers bday and it ruined my sleep schedule and wrecked me #stayed up till 430 on sils bday and then couldnt sleep for a day but its okay i fixed myself last night #drawing rook is so fun hes so cyute. this brush has changed my life btw the line quality is CHOICE. the WEIGHT on it rocks #dont cry babiegirl itll be okay #twst #twisted wonderland #ch 7 spoilers #book 7 spoilers #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #neige leblanche #suntails

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napping-sapphic · 11 months

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*gives you a gay little kiss that feels like home*

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butterfilledpockets · 9 months

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@tapakah0 @somerandomdudelmao

I am sorry I could not help myself-

based on the apocalyptic au these two have conjured

(featuring some small Easter egg peeps)

#a silly little thing #cass creature #tapa #if I had a dime for everytime I made art based off you two’s au’s #worth it though #okay now I sleep cause my hand is about to fall off #been hovering over the post button for half an hour-

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satans-knitwear · 12 days

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I don't suppose you guys would want.... Some gifs?? Perhaps?? 🥺

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

#Treat me (amazon wishlist) ~ Tip(pypl) Me(cshpp) ~ More of me(Free OF)#I'm not gonna lie I'm a lil tipsy rn bc im trying to avoid sleeping bc anxiety.#But it's okay bc my hands are so cold rn it feels rly nice on my tiddies. And I rly wish you guys could feel that through a post.#Any tips or treats would be massively appreciated right now bc i wish to sprinkle more lingerie upon you #cheeky #bi girl #uk girl #wlw #satans knitwear #girls with piercings #alt pinup #pinup girl

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harbingersglory · 5 months

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{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

#genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader #so. um. yeah. we r not gonna talk abt this one I was feeling indulgant and shdhdgsjsjsjsj #arlecchino awakens smth in me idk dont ask me #i considered making this tmasc arle for a hot minute but ill save that for another day #anyway manspreading arle agenda thsnks 4 coming 2 my tedtalk #anyway² slamming hands on table arle breeding kink arle breeding kink arle breeding kink #technically no actual direct mention of breeding but shes still trying anyway #sorry im in an arle phade i need her to do unspeakable things to me yknow. you get me.#PHASE not phade its 3 am and i csbt sleep twirls hair #accidentally posted this draft premature im AHHHHHHHH #okay im fine now

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shesmore-shoebill · 12 days

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angela making a chanse compilation for his birthday..... their friendship has me so 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭

#AUGH augj.#okay i need to actuallly get some sleep now sorry for the flood of posts im trying to clear clips out of my phone lmfao #smosh #angela giarratana #chanse mccrary #changela #video #:')))))

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crybaby-bkg · 9 months

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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst

When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.

It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.

“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.

“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.

“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.

“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.

“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.

“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.

“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.

#I was writing this and then checked my dash and saw another post about this #and felt so guilty and almost didn’t post it aidjdkfj #but I love this trope too much to delete it!!!!!#I’ve written about this in my published book before and it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written #there’s just such a deep heartache about having to grieve someone #and then the grieving process being interrupted by the one you lost #and battling with their death even though you still look at them everyday again #but it’s just not right?? it’s not the same??#they have the same face (kinda) but it’s truly not hem #not them* heck #it reminds me of a convo I had in a psych class about making a new cloned version of yourself #where the question was ‘is the clone/new version still you? or are they an entirely new person now?’#and at first I said they’re still me you know? they have my face n body n memories #but my prof told me no!! after they have been cloned they are sentient and are now their own person making new memories apart from you #and I thought that was soooo interesting and it makes me fall in love w this trope every time #you’re my person but only a version. you’re who I love but a newer person. you’re not them. you’re everything I’ve missed about them #so heartbreaking I LOVE ITTTT #sorry I’m rapping it’s the sleep meds kicking in #okay bai #bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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i-am-a-fan · 7 days

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For every note this little post gets, i’ll work on my art projects for 2 minutes this month.

#you are literally under no obligation to interact with this post #speck rambles #power of the crowd and gays #i’m going ti take a nap listening to the rain. i just wanted to post something that let me talk about the rain #because like #it’s been just thundering #terribly. and i’m in love #i’ve never been cozier and my head feels fuzzy #i also did not sleep well. so the rain is calling me and sending me to sleep #i love the rain. i love the thunder. i’m so glad that im going to nap #and then? if i wake up and it’s still rainy? a cup of tea warmed up for my soul #god. but the abundance of rain also has me terrified of the flooding and-#oh. lightwnobg jsr almost stuck me #ah. okay. not fun. uh. stilly. bed now

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seaweedstarshine · 5 months

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“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”

Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor

#I don't know if this makes sense but I'm having fun #this is not an attempt to assign meaning to 'psychopath' but to explore how river relates to the identifier in relation to her trauma #and obvs not trying to equate implications of what river does with kovarian- rather examine how the abuse shaped her #river song #doctor who #ive got so many ideas for these and im wasting my 'time off' making gifs instead of taking advantage of #the ability to ignore work emails to get done other massive work projects. oh well #you know what. since this is my second media set in a row ima start tagging them like so-#edits by seaweed #words by seaweed #madame kovarian #crispy!master #the master #I deliberately didnt include the psychopath lines from Picnic at Asgard bc im saving it for a set about River as a demiurge :D #oh and I'm saving 'my bespoke psychopath' for a possible yowzah post surrounding 'two psychopaths is too much for one tardis' line #is SO much easier to do this to express my thoughts than writing words. you don't even KNOW how many incoherent essays in my drafts #okay ima get back to work #and then sleep

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a-s-levynn · 4 months

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"Wash me clean again before I pull myself beneath the waves" A Series of Small Offerings - III/11 - day31

#probably click for better quality? i can't work for the tumblr cropping my sketchbook is not compatible with it #a series of small offerings #sleep token #i had to stop trying to refine this at some point and this is good as any #i might make a post later about how the waves evolved because there was a point they looked so sad #but it think i'm okay with how they ended up #the entire piece is just so different from what i initially set out to do #i don't hate it but it is just simplified itself in a way i have not expected it but honestly probably got better for it #the only thing that stayed is the heavy inspiration or more accurately recreation in my style of nemesis design's mouth of infinity artwork #anyway i hope it looks as okay to y'all as it does to me #sleep token fanart #vessel fanart #vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token vessel #sleep token band #sleeptoken #levynn tries to draw #i also need an adult i'm still in a colossal dilemma about the london ritual in november someone send an adult please #no i'm not one in this situation

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miutonium · 5 months

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The weird nerd in a labcoat that you talk to every week at the diner appears in front of your door with a rose in his hand wwyd?

#naurrr he's not a creep they already went out before and send chloe to her door before its just this time he wanted to make a cute gesture #like he just knocks on her door asking if she's up for another date lol #i feel a bit anxious about posting my art here all of sudden ngl skdjekaoa staphhhh #like partially idc what ppl thinks but also i care if ppl like me enough skdjskal stop 5 am brainnn #anyway omg i swear its only been 3 weeks since I last opened my csp and im crying i missed drawing waghsgsjqk 😭😭😭#i have a few more days to endure im so excited about resting and continuing my overdue commission wagjhsksakhq #but i do need a warm up though since i feel like im slowing down zzzzz #okay me sleep now snork mimimimimimimi #asukart #selfship #selfshipping #selfship art #selfshipping community #selfship community #self insert oc #self insert art #self insert community #oc x canon #si x canon #professor utonium #ppg professor

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napping-sapphic · 9 months

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I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay