#sammykh

[indieanimatedconfessional]

It's sad how ready ppl were to stab Dana in the back, especially after she gave us Lumity from fucking Disney. Some people forget just how powerful Disney is.

It's like taking a child to McDonald's and the kid crying because they didn't get the toy they wanted. Bitch be glad we got McDonald's at all

~~~

[crowntism]

Kami my chaos gremlin for the art requests ^^

Hell yeah

[missharleenfquinzel]

Have you heard about how anti semetic the new cartoon is? Im so dissapointed because I liked the first episode, then it was downhill from ep 2, then basically nazi jerkoff material in the 6th episode

Yeah I am overtly aware. 

I saw this post by @mrgreedyguts and I was like “Hmmm idk that seems like a reach” but I’m not Jewish so it’s 100% not my call to make like if Jewish people say it’s antisemitic then it is. 

But then I watched episode 5 (I think that’s actually the one you mean) and I was like......oh yikes? Like they went heavy on some really negative Jewish stereotypes including right out saying “A little Jewish lightening never hurt anyone” which apparently is a really horrible stereotype about Jewish people committing insurance fraud. 

@mrgreedyguts did a post about that too (again, I think they mean ep. 5, not 6)

Anyways yeah it’s really shitty I don’t know what to do about that in regards to watching the show like I really like it but that’s like....majorly fucked up.

[10yrsyart]

Damn, I used to follow you on Deviant Art during my Invader Zim phase back when I was in high school. I looooved your boy Nyk with all my heart and I loved your comics. Now here you are on tumblr and I find your Good Omens art like, 5-6 years later. Its like seeing an old friend again lol. Anyway i love your art and im glad you're back on my radar because ur art style is so disticts and your writing is 👌

hot dang, it must have been pretty early on, i’ve been 10yrsy for about 7 1/2 years. aah Myk, he was a good boy wasn’t he? l’’’D i’m honestly so flattered you remember me, i appreciate that. and i’m glad you’re here now! :’>

[yandereralsei]

What all has Gaster said to you?

[helioshellion]

Agreeing anon: im serious tho. Whats a written fantasy have any difference to two irl people performing a fantasy?

have you ever fucking gone outside or are you too busy jacking it to r/ape porn to realize fiction has a fucking impact on reality

[jacklovestickling-blog]

@sammykh Fucking yEs

Let me just...

-InJack's Office-

It had been about 30 minutes since he'd gotten stuck in his latest all nighter project. Well, he'd been working for 72 hours so far on this to be entirely honest, and that was probably the reason why he found himself in this predicament.

As much as he loved hands on torture, watching the hope drain out of someone's eyes as he cut and shocked them with all his best Hyperion tools, but he was a busy man, and not everyone had those good pained screams that he liked so much. So when he found himself getting bored, or just to busy, he needed something he could actually rely on to do his torturing for him.

His underlings sometimes would have to much poorly placed mercy for those bandits, and this machine would be unfeeling. No fancy personality construct, no feelings. Just his wonderful codes.

It had been hard work, causing his many layers of clothes to be tossed by the way side as he worked up a sweat. Even his prized yellow Hyperion shirt was tossed to the side, leaving him in nothing but his jeans, a nice shine to his tan skin.

But as he put some finishing touches on his prototype, the panel he was leaning against slipped out from under him, causing him to fall face first into his project with a loud curse.

The design was simple, a small pod, fitted with a seat and plenty of restraints. Along the walls were plenty of tools, all connected to robotic arms that were neatly tucked in, making sure to leave plenty of space to flail around without banging your head on anything. Don't want them killing themselves before he got a chance to do it for them. His favorite feature though was the idea of tossing some poor bastard into here and it immediately turning on, commencing with the torture before the guy could figure out what was going on. Looks like he was the poor bastard.

But now he was wishing that he'd given the torturees that way out, cause he could really use it.

It had been almost 30 minutes, and in the first 30 seconds, he knew he'd made a terrible mistake. The restraints locked his arms and legs in place which he was kinda proud of. It was effective, and it had turned on immediately as he had hoped, but his brilliant design now left him straddling the small seat backwards, with his arms pulled tightly above his head awaiting death. And to add insult to injury, as the saw blades, and stun batons he equipped (just some things he had laying around) started coming out to end his amazing, awesome, and fantastic life, the tools fell off of the arms, leaving only the small, greased up nubs of the wrist joints to continue to move in.

He'd been relieved at first. Not dying was the best outcome he could have hoped for, but without the tools on the arms, the first two slippery nubs just kept advancing towards him until they pressed into his ribs, running up and down his ribs gently, and leaving trails of the slick black grease in their wake.

Jack's body twisted away as much as it could, the nubs pulling a surprised laugh out of the old man.

"Oh shit."

The arms move in tandem, moving up and down at the same place, no matter how much he squirmed, and swore. Regardless of their original use, they were still being quite effective against the poor man's sensitive ribs.

"T-Turn ohof!" Good thing he had gotten the voice commands installed before this, or he might be stuck in here all-

His vision moves to the floor of the pod, noticing with growing panic that the interior mic wasn't plugged yet.

"For the lohove ohof- nnnhehe." Jack tugged at his bonds, he couldn't have gotten them all set up right if he couldn't even plug in the mic, but sadly, they held.

As he tugged and giggled in his panic, he remembered that it was only set to run for two hours. He could handle this for two hours, right?

That was what he though at first, but now, his body was covered in grease and sweat, another six arms having lost their tools and joined in his assault. His ribs were still being tickled, along with his his hips, belly, and back, with two at each spot.

"Hyahahaaannngaha! S-someone! L-lemehehe ohout!, ohoho gohohod!" He cried out as more arms came to play.

"Nohoho!"

//tada....? Hope this is good

[jacklovestickling-blog]

It would drive Rhysie mad to be paralyzed and tickled for hours ehehe By the time he's able to move again he would be so desperate

"Oho. That would be so much fun." Jack rubs his chin in thought.

"I think we have the tech for that actually. Hmhmhm. But I'd use something better then just forks. You gotta have a strategy. You don't wanna just push poor little Rhysie into hysterical agony. You gotta start soft."

"Start with a message. Using the Hyperion brand Sensi-lotion™ to make his feet nice an soft and turn his feet into a hot line to his cock. Then you pull out some soft, fluffy feathers. You should focus on his arches, pulling those poorly held back Snickers and giggles."

"You do that for about a half hour before giving him another serving of that lotion, making them even more fun to play with."

"Me personally, I'd move on to a more stiff feather, but the people out there probably don't have 7 hours to dedicate to tickling this poor little boy, so moving onto your fingers would be just as good, but you'll wanna avoid the arches now. Toes are fair game though. Make sure to tickle between them, and get at the stems of those three cute little toes in the middle too. Another half hour will do, but again. I wouldn't be able to stop myself from going for a full hour."

"Now another layer of lotion, and then you go after those arches, and the whole foot in general. This would be a good time to throw in some toys and tools too, since this step should last an hour or two. But try to save things like hair brushes, finger claw caps, or any of those harsher tools for the end, cause after the last application of the lotion, you'll be going full evil Ler on this needy boy."

"I'm rambling now though, aren't I? Thanks for the idea friend."