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I need Max horror angst rn I mite die if I don't have it

expanding on my idea that the hypothetical "they stole sam's brain" episode would have "noir" max pretty helpless and vulnerable in contrast to noir sam who is brutish and high-handed. max makes a lot of big talk but without sam, he doesnt have much going for him

and THEN i was wondering how that character shift would affect the gameplay and i think with noir max the beginning of the episode would have more of a horror mystery vibe instead of a noir mystery... skun-ka'pe's men are trying to kill max to cover the whole thing up and max is pretty powerless against them without sam. the game would have more of that terror feel until you get him back.

also i think sam and max should have a good horror spoof episode

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

My requests are open! I will take anything that I've specified on my info page!

Yipee!

Made human designs of Sam and Max bc I'm back in my Sam and Max faze.

eat my ass-

@thatrandomfroginyourbasement eat up pookie

Tryin out a new art style, what do u think?? Click 4 better quality

also I kinda accidentally deleted the fic🙏

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Characters I write for:

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Dick Greyson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Older!Damian Wayne (romantic)

Damian Wayne (platonic)

Batfam (platonic)

Sam & Max: Freelance Police

Sam (the detective dog)

Max (the rambunctious rabbit)

Welcome Home!:

Wally Darling

Julie Joyful

Barnaby B. Beagle

Poppy Partridge

Frank Frankly

Sally Starlet

Eddie Dear

Howdy Pillar

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Caine

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Gangle

Kinger

Zooble

Bubble

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo (2012)

Donatello (2012)

Raphael (2012)

Michalangelo (2012)

Leonardo (Rise)

Donatello (Rise)

Raphael (Rise)

Michelangelo (Rise)

Obey Me(OG! + NB):

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Mestopho

Thirteen

Rapheal

Luke(strictly platonic)

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor Altruist

Lucifer Magne

Valentino

Vox

Husker

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Blitzø

Stolas

Stolitz

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Fizzmodeus

Striker

Chaz

Barbie Wire

Cult of the Lamb:

Lambert

Leshy

Heket

Kallamar

Shamura

Narinder

Slashers:

Micheal Myers

Micheal Myers(RZ)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Charles Lee Ray

Chucky^

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Billy + Stu

Billy Lenz

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Leslie Vernon

Hannibal Lecter

Asa Emory

Nubbins Sawyer

Chop-Top Sawyer

Bo(Bauregard lol) Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise(1990)

Pennywise(2017)

What I will do:

One Shots

Headcannons

Fluff

Incorrect Quotes

Angst

Smut (in some cases)

LGBTQ+

What I will not do:

Smut (in underage characters or asexual characters)

Trans (Either character or reader. My reasoning for this is that I know noone who is trans and I have no experience with it, I don't want to offend anyone if I accidently use a harmful stereotype or wrong information.)

Incest

R*pe

S/A (I have had trauma from S/A so please forgive me for not wanting to write about it even out of context)

Stories

(Intense) Yandere

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

If you are really in this state, I can't do much but raise awareness, sorry

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

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brain rot♡

Barnaby. B. Beagle Drabble

Platonic child!reader ≈` *

Requested by @pastel-pandoll

"Barnaby?"

"Yea, kid?" His heavy accent runs thick as he looks at the much smaller puppet from his spot on balancing on a ball.

"Why do you do what you do?" The small child puppet asks softly, looking down while kicking the felt grass which surrounded their shoes.

"Don't you get.. bored?" They asked in an even softer tone, almost like they were scared to hurt the large dogs feelings.

"'Course not, kid!" The large dog exclaims, jumping off the ball haphazardly, niether him nor the child puppet questioning and it just.. rolls down the hill. Out of sight, out of reach.

"Why d'ya ask?" He put his large, blue paws on his uncovered hips, his body easily towering over the smaller puppet.

"I guess I just can't imagine doing the same thing.. forever." The child reveals, solemly looking off as the sunshine covered ball rolls down the grassy hill. They lived in a practical paradise. An artificial one.

"Barnaby?"

"Yea, kid?"

"I'm bored."

Not Big Enough (ficlet)

Warnings: Afab! Reader, Dacryphilia, one-shot, 'imagine fucking Vox w his own dick', ramble/ficlet, Sub! Vox, Dommy Mommy, use of 'mommy', smut

In the words of @bigfatbimbo, the power struggle with this man is real. Your first Christmas as an actual couple, he gifted you a replica of his own dick to feed his own ego and to impress people he wants recognition from.

He whispered shit into your ear like 'Can't wait to fuck you tonight', almost like he knew he was gonna be squealing 'mommy' and ruining his voice box. And that's what happened.

He was sat on the bed, the mattress soaked with spit and lube, dick impossibly hard and waterfalling milky precum against his stomach as he cried and rocked his ass against the dildo. Against his own dick.

"Awwe, is it too small, baby?~" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice, which he sobbed at, gently holding the bottom of his screen, feeling his pink saliva and tears run down your hand. It never took much to beat him down, to destroy his ego until he was sobbing and whimpering like a child who lost their toy. He'd come at a touch of your fingers on his aching dick, which is why you kept your hands on his screen.

"Momm- mmnz- mommy, need- need you- hic.." He glitched and sobbed, rocking desperately on the dick he made for you, the dick that wasn't even good enough for him.

"Selfish slut. You expect me to help you get off? How am I meant to get pleasure from that when even you can't?" You asked harshly, a complete 180 from your previous sickly sweet tone, grasping his neck with a strong grip, hearing him gargle slightly before sobbing again. You were right, you always were.

"'M sorry, mommy, I- hnzz- I'll be better next- hic- time- please, please, mommy, please-" He sobbed out desperately, throwing his head back from the grip on his neck, scrunching your shirt tightly in his clawed hands, which had already clawed up the sheets. "It's not big- gghz- enough-"

He whispers airily, slowing his rocking as he pleads for you, pleads for you to let him cum.

"Well, you asked for it.." You mumbled, reaching your hand down and quickly beginning to jack him off, moving your fists up and down at a fast pace, eating up the wet Noises almost outruling his keening. This carried on for the rest of the night, until not only the lights shut off, but he did to..

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AHHHSNXJWKDNFNSISJ

I feel like this song and I don't know how to describe it