Dont Judge Me😑 - Blog Posts

Yeah Ik Father's day is already done but still, a little late Father's day post, because I wanna remind everyone with these idiots that your dad doesnt has to be from the same blood, in fact, sometimes you dont even have to be adopted by them. Being a father is built on them loving and supporting you unconditionaly :)

Anyways here is Nightmare and his 7 mortal hanchmans who he decided would be his kids ^^

I decided to put more people into the bad sanses because other characters are underrated af. Pretty sure I cant even call them "bad sanses" anymore lol. I gotta explain my multiverse sometime for sure🤔

(The quilty is shit isnt it😑)

As per usual, click for better quality. Inspired by "The boy king and the dark knights" by smallgaything on Ao3, go check it out! It's really good and has all the found family fluff you could ask for! As well as chaos, of course.

lovers to enemies, bc we love the ✨drama✨ ... sentence starters

"I wish you would just leave, finally."

"I could never give you what you needed."

"What? You still care about me? Fuck you."

"You used to be so good. Now look at you."

"You still deserve to be loved. Just not by me."

"I never thought I'd see you here... what a shame."

"Is that all we are now? Enemies? Or worse, strangers?"

"All our history and I wish I could burn it away, for good."

"I used to trust you. Used to, being the operative words."

"You betrayed me. That's not just something you forgive."

"Look at what you've become… and you wonder why I left."

"Wait, are we fighting or flirting? It's very hard to tell these days."

"We could've been something special, you know? Now look at us."

"Some part of me still wants to forgive you. Even after everything."

"I can't believe they paired us up together, even with our… history."

"I hear things have been going well for you. Must've repaired your karma."

"I shouldn't even be jealous, you're not even mine anymore. You never were."

"I still don't know what happened to us… how did all that love turn into hate?"

"I know you still hate me, I don't blame you for that. But, I still need your help."

"There was once a time I would've given my life for you. Now I just don't care."

"I wish this had ended on better terms. No changing the past, though, I guess."

"You scream so loudly about how much you hate me. But, you don't. Not really."

"You don't really loathe me. You can't. Not after everything we've been through."

"I don't think this was ever love. I think it was always hatred, we just didn't see it."

"I'm only here out of necessity. When it's all over, I never want to see your face, again."

"I still think about you all the time... mostly about all the terrible things I hope befall you."

"You left nothing but chaos in your wake. I've just cleaned it all up... don't bring all that back."

"You were so scared to lose me, you always said that. Not too scared to do that, though."

"I still remember the good times, you know. Everything we had… it's a shame it all went away."

Zombie-cat-pocalypse

You ever read smut that was so well written it had you feelin like you the one that got fucked

Thinking that when turning 18 I wont be able to be the “really good artist for someone so young” anymore while simultaneously following a relatively large amount of incredible 16 year old artists???

Like… did I always follow them? or is fate tryna get me off my pedestal real quick, cuz I’m staying up there lmao, just sayin…

BOOM💥

Sensei crossover

My gender is chaos and my pronouns are may/hem

Okay, forget it, I can't take it anymore.

What if when Jesus is arrested or going to be executed, Matthew wants to go with him but Gaius stops him and makes him stay with him until all the turbulence of the execution is over.

( I don't know, I'm thinking of other very sentimental things that would be more useful for a fanfic explaining what the disciples were doing at that time)

Just for those who don't know

Sad songs are not for making you feel sad

Sad songs are for making you cry when you're hurting because of something else

It's your chance to squeeze out those tears when your body refuses to just let go of the pain

I'm watching teen wolf and istg of I don't see a single fic any how in season 2 Stiles was dropped directly on top of Derek, I will go crazy

If you really think about it modern medicine is basically witchcraft. Like if a pharmacist were to go back in time and show people how we make medicine now, they would probably be burned at the stake. Someone mixes different items together to make items that cure different ailments. That is basically what witchcraft is!

Ink: Paaiinnt

Ink: just let me paint you kid!

Core!Frisk: Uwooh!no! Stop it!

Ink: just a little color! ANY color!!

Core!Frisk: Dont lick me with that gross brush!

Random person: because of you Error many innocents died!

Random person again: and Ink!! you barely stop him!

Ink: this is sad

Error: yeah

Ink: Broomy, play despacito

Ink:There is only one thing worse than destroying

Ink: Boom!

Error: An Au

Ink: NO

Chara: and then I said, knife to meet you!

Chara: it was a funny joke

Asgore: you stabbed my friend! We have to call the ambulance!

Sans: don't worry I'm in STABle condition

Chara: (snaps fingers at sans)

His birthday is on the same day I start my first day of High School. I suddenly feel better about going to a makeshift prison!

Want to give Purple lots of hugs and love. Want to tell him everything is going to be okay.

You know what, Im just gonna post songs I like because I have a higher chance of finding people who like this song on here than irl

Ok, ok, this might sound crazy but just listen.

Do you know a song “Bird song”

The moment I heard it I thought: holy, this song is perfect for Steven and Steven is perfect for this song!

https://youtu.be/Jno8dow48NY

SPOILER ALERT, THE BUTTER IS SPOILED

When Steven shattered our favorite piece of... Jasper, he must have felt really guilty and a lot loooot more. But he surpassed all his thoughts and feelings about it trying to ignore it and find some kind of compromise with his emotions (guess, didnt work)

And he also was afraid of what everyone else will think about it.

***

“Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by

Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside,

And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud, sang so clear

I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,

So I invited him in, just to reason with him

I promised I wouldn't do it again”

***

But those thoughts, guilt, anger, pain, they won’t go away no matter what. He keeps projecting those memories and thoughts that bother him, it’s like his mind or subconsciousness try to make him find help, make this pain go away, but he doesn’t listen to it.

***

“But he sang louder and louder inside the house,

And no I couldn't get him out

So I trapped him under a cardboard box

Stood on it to make him stop

I picked up the bird and above the din I said

That's the last song you'll ever sing

Held him down, broke his neck,

Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget”

***

Even when he says he’s fine, he pretends that nothing of this ever happened, but...

***

“But in my dreams began to creep

That old familiar tweet tweet tweet”

***

It did.. it really did happen, and he can’t deny it any longer.

Everything he tried to hide, to “shove under the bed” and pretend it doesn’t exist. It all now hits him at once, making him realize how messed up is a situation he’s in. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t lie, can’t pretend, can’t “play a role”. So there’s only Steven. And for Steven there’s nothing but a monster he think he became.

***

“I opened my mouth to scream and shout,

I waved my arms and flapped about

But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout,

Couldn't scream and I couldn't shout

I opened my mouth to scream and shout

Waved my arms and flapped about

But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout,

The song was coming from my mouth”

***

Artwork tributes to Covid-19 (more artwork coming)

He’s so baby girl

“I Should Like to Worship You Tonight”

This is probably (definitely) the most niche smut I’ve ever written, or even daydreamed up. I grew up in the Bible Belt and Feature Films for Families were a staple in our home. Rigoletto (1993) was my favorite. I’m a sucker for a Beauty and the Beast themed story, and the music was so beautiful. And of course, as an adult, I’m wildly attracted to the MMC. (Confession - I find that with any BatB story, I tend to prefer the “Beast” before his transition in the end. What does that say about me? Maybe I’ll ask my therapist.) I recently rewatched the movie a thousand times, and I have a whole fic plotted out with stories before this one, but I needed to get this one out of my head an onto “paper.” I hope someone enjoys my warping of a family movie into something not family friendly at all. ;-)

It had been three nights since I was last alone with him, my brooding master of the manor. Three nights since I’d somehow mustered the courage, or maybe it was simply a lack of inhibition?, to boldly confess how my body ached for his touch and burned with the thought of his lips trailing kisses down every bare inch of my skin.

My work had certainly suffered in the days following, constantly drifting into a daydream -memory, really- of the passion that followed . I’d find myself forgetting why I entered a room, not knowing how long I’d been standing there staring at nothing, or holding an item I didn’t remember picking up. The trance his touch had left me in… the spell I was under… it was incurable and unbreakable, save one remedy.

As I tiptoed through the dark manor, conscious of every little sound, my heart racing at who might be around the next corner, who might catch me on my secret quest, I prayed he was awake and as hungry as I.

I’d had little opportunity to be near him, and none at all to be alone with him since that night. Hans, the ever loyal manservant, had -unfortunately- finally recovered from his days long illness that had allowed me such closeness with Ari to begin with. I’d made sure to tiptoe past his door first, where I was relieved to hear him snoring like a bear.

As I descended the last few stairs to the main foyer, the door to his study and music room in sight, my prayer was answered. He was awake, and playing his pianoforte, as he did more often than he didn’t. It was his most beautiful quality, although his voice rivaled it, and the songs he made the instrument sing often filled the halls of this enormous house. I had been haunted from my first day here with the enchanting loneliness of the tunes that seemed to pierce straight to my soul. As the days went on, though, they turned to somewhat brighter notes, lonely but with a tinge of hope. From there they drifted into scores of longing, an unrequited love. Since our union three nights ago, the halls had been filled with lovely romantic tunes, sometimes sultry and passionate, sometimes light and airy like rays of sun slipping through the trees in the early morning hours. It was this type of tune I followed now, my bare feet padding lightly on the wooden floors.

I slipped through the sliding door of his study, silently closing it behind me, and through the open doors into the room beyond I saw him, his long, dark hair shining in the gentle candlelight. I could see the shadows dancing on the scars of his face as he moved with the music. I thought to walk over and touch them, to caress the evidence of all the pain of his previous life. But tonight, I was feeling a bit playful.

As his tune drifted like those morning rays of light over a misty field, warming and awakening something deep within me, I began twirling and moving with the rhythm. I have never been accused of being a lovely dancer, but I felt graceful as I lightly moved across the room. I stopped in front of the bay window, opening the curtains to let the rays of moonlight in. The beauty of the full moon illuminating the front courtyard gave me pause and for a moment I was lost in the night, with the low, beautiful melody of his song in the background.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I suddenly became aware that the music had stopped some time ago. I turned my back to the window and found him still at the piano, but with his hands stacked on his cane, watching me. I had the feeling he’d been staring at me for quite a while, and the feeling brought a blush to my cheeks. I felt bared naked, though I was still wrapped in my silk robe.

“You are a goddess,” Ari finally broke the silence.

I smiled shyly at him, trying to think of something clever and flirty to reply. My words failed me as he rose. The light tap of his cane filling the quiet room as he moved slowly toward me.

He towered over me, his gaze piercing mine, as he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes, desperately wanting him to close the distance between our lips, to start our dance together.

His hand left my chin and as I opened my eyes in confusion, I felt the belt of my robe tugged undone. As he slipped it from my shoulders, baring my completely naked body, my breath caught in my throat.

“I should like to worship you tonight,” he continued his thought, his eyes raking over every inch of my moonlit form.

His hand found my waist and gently pushed until my back touched the window, a gasp escaping my mouth at the shock of the cold glass on my skin.

He grinned devilishly at the sound, and using his cane for support, made his way down onto his good knee. Before I could make another sound, he’d lifted my leg and draped it on his shoulder, baring my flower to his hungry gaze.

He began with slow, warm kisses at the top of my thigh. It tickled and I giggled, but ran my hands through his thick hair in encouragement. His kisses moved inward, finding my petals, and the tickles quickly turned to tingles. He moved inward still, his lips finding the center of me, and his kisses became sucks. His tongue began making long, lazy strokes, and I knew I was dripping wet from more than his mouth. My groans could not be stifled as he continued, alternating between sucks, licks, and kisses.

The sudden sensation of fingers entering me caused a yelp of pleasure, and I felt him smile against me before continuing his skilled work. His fingers moved as expertly as his tongue, and I soon felt the crescendo of an orgasm building within me. My hands tugged in his hair, my back arching away from the window and pushing my core further onto his face. His remaining hand cupped my ass, and as he forcefully sucked one long time, I unraveled against him, gasping sharply and exhaling his name, “Ari”.

He was gentle as he continued his work while I came down from my high, and when he finally set my leg down and rose, his own arousal was evident under his robe.

He stopped me when I moved to reach for his erection, more than willing to return the favor. He smiled as he kissed me, moving my hand to his face.

“I said I would like to worship you tonight,” he whispered onto my mouth, “how should you like to be worshiped next?”

I kissed him deeply, and then led him by the hand back to his piano bench.

“With the piano, I think,” I said, giving him a sincere smile.

The melody he played will follow me the rest of my days- it’s beauty, I’m convinced, can never be matched.

I can never leave Tumblr because after years of sporadic therapy utterly failed to even approach the core of my problem some random tumblr user was like “I processed my trauma by writing a 10,000 word work of filthy fanfic erotica” and I was like “fuck it I’ve tried everything else” and now I’m 17 chapters and 20,000 words deep into an unpublishable work of obscenity and after careful literary analysis with one of the Beloved Mutuals I have come to some Terrible Revelations about my childhood and may now continue the process of Healing. Where else am I supposed to get this kind of experience. Who does this. Why are we like this. I’m never leaving. I love y’all.

Y'know, before the movie Nimona, there was a comic book. I liked Nimona before it was cool.

Is it weird that after watching YouTube for a few hours, the voices in my head are starting to sound suspiciously like the YouTubers I watch??

No? Okay, thanks.

Queer rep ☺

HERES SOME MAREGGIE ART IVE FOUND BY ARCADE

LIKE JUST BY LOOKING AT IT YOU START TO SHIP IT

EEEK

(Cut below for spoilers and blood and stuff)

Gosh I have so much of them

Im normal about them.

Do you think that mareggie is a healthy or toxic couple?

This is a.... hard question.

Like obviously IRL it would be toxic. Anything with Yandere type stuff is toxic. But like. They are cute. And he wouldnt hurt Mary atleast. It wouldnt be toxic towards her. Idk how to explain it. But like I ship it. I didnt ship it at first but eventually i kept seeing more and more art from arcadekitten and more and more of them together in games and it grew on me. Sometimes I feel like I shouldnt ship it, but like I cant help it. I would obviously not be okay with it if it were real, but like where its fictional its fine.

tldr; I dunno / It depends.