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dustykneed · 1 month
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post-the search for spock but it's a yuri slice of life comic <333 nothing as good a bonding activity as lovingly combing out your vulcan wife's hair as you fondly bitch about your other wife 🩵💙💛
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bitternace · 4 months
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Any number? 23 and saïx :)
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couldn't count all the ways that i've died for you
[ID: a digital drawing of saix from kingdom hearts. He is shown from the hip up, his body in 3/4's and his face in profile. He is shadowed in warm tones. He has a neutral expression, and he's standing straight.
The background is transparent except for a circle that lays from the middle of his shoulders and upwards, with three sections that have a slightly bigger circumference where one to three, seven to eight, and eight to nine would be on a clock. All scenes are blue tones with a noise overlay. these three are all from saix's perspective.
In the first, there is a cloaked figure shown from the waist down, the tip end of young xehanort's keyblade leans forward and some of it goes out of bound, tiled floor as a background. The second one is saix's hand reaching for kingdom hearts. The third is his hand reaching towards Lea, who lies on the floor of radiant garden's lab.
The rest of the circumference is a labyrinth wall in keyblade's graveyard, with a harsh diagonal line of light on the upper half. Most of the circumference is lined black, except from nine to one o'clock, lined white. /End ID.]
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stealingyourbones · 2 months
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I fuckin LOVE ninjago holy shit I used to have a ‘crush’ (I’m aroace so it wasn’t an actual crush and tbh I still don’t know what it was to this day) on Zane as a child. Ninjago movie is decently funny and animated pretty well but there’s so much fucking character murder so beware if you haven’t watched it already. Anyways the ninja could totally fucking murder the joker.
1st of all, I too absolutely love zane hes wonderful
2nd, as someone coming from comics everything where u simply gotta embrace different versions of characters depending on the current Comic Writer and their whimsy, i view the ninjago movie as just a different interpretation of the characters and said Interpretation was wonderfully executed. Lloyd’s voice cast and writing is WONDERFUL as an angsty teen whos so self centered on his issues… it’s just great. Garmadon is fun in that movie and has not as much depth as the tv show but there IS depth and it’s well executed, and the designs are LOVELY! I adore the mech designs SO MUCH they’re so cool!!!
Also they 100% would murder the Joker but their age rating would only let them send him into another dimension where he couldn’t bother anyone ever again. None the less they would rock his shit within seconds
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syssyadmin · 9 months
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every good skate must end like this ✌️xP✌️
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diesoonandsuffer · 2 years
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the original series + text posts pt. 2
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greensaplinggrace · 8 months
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I saw someone said that the darkling is the andrew tate of grishaverse
lmfaoooo are we in false equivalence land right now? I love this place! did you know that somebody tried and failed to posit that the “how easy it is to invent a humanity […]” quote is similar to the methods by which fans analyze his character? and how they call him the kylo ren of the grishaverse? I even saw someone offensively call him a nazi! it's literally like crack to me. I hardly need hard evidence that these people don't know what they're talking about when they spew stuff like that completely unironically.
I love reading anti posts because it helps me formulate my own opinions better, but what's the point of reading something that doesn't even have a basic grasp of the material - if they even read it at all (which it's doubtful that they did)? nothing turns me away from an analysis faster than weird false equivalences, any and all logical fallacies, and people who say he wanted genocide or that he was a rapist or some other bizarre shit lmfao. like your meta/analysis is good right up until you reveal how little you actually know about the world or the books you're reading.
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mothram · 6 months
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phillipsgraves · 1 year
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I've shattered now, I'm spilling out on this linoleum ground // I'm reeling in my brain again before it can get back to you // Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?
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wishfulkami · 8 months
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[ SPELL OUT YOUR URL USING SONG TITLES. THEN, TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE LETTERS IN YOUR URL. ]
W -- why do i ( set it off ft. hatsune miku )
I -- inexplicable ( the correspondents )
S -- SELF-SABOTAGE ( waterparks )
H -- hide and seek ( ho-ong-i ft. seeu )
F -- fall away ( circus-p ft. otomatchi una & rana )
U -- unknown mother goose ( wowaka [ rip ] ft hatsune miku )
L -- like a dog ( ferry ft. nekomura iroha )
K -- kyoumen no nami ( yurika )
A -- alice human sacrifice ( yugami-p ft. hatsune miku, kaito, meiko, kagamine len & kagamine rin )
M -- magia ( kalafina )
I -- i want you ( savage garden )
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tagged: @bonescribes ( ty !! )
tagging: @ayahimes , @trattcria , @skydragn , @lielove , @kaizokugaris , @electricea , @raytm , @certitudinis , @theyvefallen , @undescension
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a couple sleepy poses to get color down, may or may not loose the tail stripes
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phantomforce · 11 months
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they hear nothing over the rising static — a cacophony of noise that starts as faint as a whisper & rises to an overwhelming crescendo. they see his mouth move, but they do not hear him speak. he is more flesh than human, more blood & bone & sinew than he is a person that lives & breathes — death strips the skin & makes them bear witness to everything that lies underneath. all that they can never unsee, never unhear ; all of them an amalgamation of gore & borrowed time. they can never stop it when it happens, this ebb & flow that shares no difference from the tide under the pull of the moon. it’s slipping, their mind is slipping away, & they can hardly recognize that the world is starting to disappear with it. the eyes of their mask do little other than stare, black creeping around the edges of stark - white — the air chills, it suffocates. it threatens to cage them in . . . . . before she pulls them back far enough to make them remember the moment that they’re in. the world comes back. the droning stops. they take a breath, close their eyes & reopen them again. they see him this time, but — nothing is still heard. their gaze diverts, voice quiet, apologetic. ❝ sorry — sorry. did you . . . . . . did you say something ? ❞
@lacewove liked for a starter ( ♡ ) !!
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strangeswift · 2 years
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what are five things on your season 5 wishlist?
Omg this is so fun. Is this for when you get to the writers room?? So sweet you're asking for my wishlist so you can write it into the show!!
Ok here we go:
Byler endgame (ik people are gonna say it's obviously gonna happen anyway... all I'm gonna say is if I have a wishlist I would like the reassurance of putting this on there)
Robin, Will, and Mike are fucking safe don't fucking try me Duffers if you kill them I will lose my shit I swear to fucking god. If you try to bury your gays I will dig them back up with a plastic spoon if I have to.
Max wakes tf up (bonus points for blind!max) and we get ✨️Lumax moments✨️
Mindflayer comeback (I really want him to be the big bad and Vecna be the puppet. But I will settle for Vecna being the big bad and the Mindflayer just helping out. One day I will actually make a post articulating my thoughts on why Vecna isn't as compelling of a villain to me.)
El finds herself. She gets to have her own personality and make her own decisions free of Mike. And yes Hopper is there for her but he doesn't stifle her. He trusts her. Everyone trusts her. She trusts herself. She gets to be angry and she gets to be badass. But also be the selfless caring person we all know she is, just without letting others control or influence her.
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Just wanted to let you know that i think you're doing a hell of a job with the writing and your protrayals, mun! and to keep up the good work!
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EH?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT ANON AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF-! I'M THE ONE WHO TELLS PEOPLE HOW COOL THEY ARE! HOW DARE YOU UNO REVERSE ME!
Jokes on you, I can still say whoever you are you must be super sweet and cool to leave me such a nice message ;w;. <3
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the way you draw skulls and faces is very sharp and recognizable. i notice that you put a lot into making them look particularly distinct for every character
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thank you for the observations everyone i will let it affect my brain chemistry for the rest of the week
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tteokdoroki · 3 months
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⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. a woman in uniform.
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about. satoru let’s you try his uniform on in the bedroom and loses his fucking mind. not even the strongest sorcerer can resist a woman in uniform.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, power play, pussy jobs, oral sex ( m!receiving ), clothed sex, blind folds, some slight sub/dom dynamics, fem!reader. i wrote this with my clit tbh.
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i think that gojo goes feral for you wearing his uniform. the whole get up, the blind fold and the jujutsu tech jacket. he’ll try to fight it, the feeling of power slipping away, as you crawl up the bed and between his thighs — your tongue dragging over your lips.
“oh, you shakin’ satoru?” he can see the excitement dancing around in your eyes even through the fabric covering them. he can sense the flare in your energy as you loom over him, ranking your nails down creamy washboard abs while his infinity fizzles away. “poor you. it’s not fun to be on the receiving end, is it?”
if satoru really wanted to, he would flip the situation in an instant — have you pinned to the bed with your clothes askew and your mouth hanging open in breathy whines as you beg for him to touch you. but he doesn’t. he can’t. you have so much power over him when you’re dressed like that and you act like you’re the strongest one in the room. you both know that he has the power to end your free rein over his body.
he is the strongest after all.
your mouth is quick to follow your nails, teeth and tongue trailing a wet path from gojo’s prominent collar bones, between his firm pecs and down his tense stomach. you suck hickies into the bone of his slender hips, shades of mauve and navy-ish blue blooming against pale skin like adding water colours to a blank canvas. satoru inhales sharply, losing control of his invisible barrier just so he can savour the feeling of you ravishing his body with nips and sucks and kisses.
you haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.
“lift your hips, satoru, let me see what you’ve got under all this,” you coo sweetly and it’s as if you’re drizzling honey in his ears. the white haired man follows your command like it’s the law, instinctively bucking up and away from the bed so you can pull down his boxers. “how sweet, you’re so hard.” satoru’s cock springs free from its restraints, sticky and bright red at the tip, pulsing and thick at the shaft. when you touch him and take hold of his length in your tiny hand, kitten licking the entirety of him while you look up at him hungrily through your blindfold… the man is sure he might die. you could kill him like this, with his infinity down…and you’re fully aware of it.
teasingly, you ease his cockhead past the seam of your kiss swollen lips and let it nudge the soft epithelium on the inside of your cheek — lubing him up, getting him ready for more of your torture. “should i suck you off? or should i ride you?” you manage, even though your mouth is full of dick…the next, your nose is buried in a trail of soft white pubic hair.
“don’t do that… please…” satoru whines, chest flushed and heaving, brilliant blue eyes boring deep into your soul. his fists form balls at the sides of his shaky legs, he could reach out and touch you — coax you into giving him more. it’s not like he has any restraints on…except for the metaphorical ones of your will and your control. you let go of him with a lewd pop, a trail of your saliva mixed with milky precum tying you to his sensitive erection. “f-fuck…”
cocking your head to the side, you use a soiled thumb and forefinger to lift the black hand over one of your dangerously pretty and mirth-filled eyes. “do what?” you respond with an inquisitive purr, licking your lips and moaning at the taste of the six eyes on them.
“s-shit,” satoru curses, blood curdling and boiling hot lust spreading through all four of his limbs at the sight. “don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me…don’t act like you don’t know how feral i am for you…” saliva pools on the pallets of his tongue, slipping in between the sorcerer’s words as you move like a vixen in the woods above him — sliding yourself into gojo’s lap to position yourself perfectly above his aching cock. “don’t—“
gojo chokes on a moan as you begin circling your hips, plush and puffy pussy lips sucking in the length of his cock whilst it lays flat against his tummy. if he focuses his mind enough, pushes through the dark veil of lust you’ve pulled over his mind that works in overdrive, he can just about see his bulbous, leaky tip peeking out from underneath the folds of his dark uniform — the uniform that’s draped so perfectly over the curve of your mouth-watering body. a deep groan anchors itself in gojo’s chest like the roots of a sturdy oak tree and his hands leap up from the bedsheets to grip your peachy ass barely hidden by his clothes.
“don’t this, don’t that,” you hum condescendingly, as you alternate the movement of your hips — dragging them back and forth, back and forth over your lover’s pathetically wet dick. you make sure to clench your slick hole every time it meets his tip, glazing him in a small stream of your arousal. “don’t you know how to shut up ‘n take it, satoru?”
the dominance in your voice has the white haired man in shambles, twitching beneath the weight of your body on his. for christs sake, he’s the strongest, he brings curses and sorcerer alike to their knees just by mention of his name. so why is he so weakened by the sight of you above him? by the sight of you in his clothes, grinding sloppily on his wet cock? gojo doesn’t want infinity projecting him, not when he occasionally slips inside of your welcoming, tight cunt when you thrust yourself down on him.
“g-god…baby, please!” he hiccups, fighting the urge to force you down onto him fully — bully his way into your squishy insides. satoru could do anything he wanted to you, in a single moment he could have you sniffling against the sheets and crying as much as your cunt does…but the way you rein him in just by wearing his clothes stops him.
“what’s the matter, handsome? you cryin’?”
at your teasing, the cream that oozes from his sensitive tip paints your clit adds to your gathering arousal as it soaks through satoru’s uniform. nastily, he doesn’t think he’ll wash it, he wants the memories of tonight to stay with him forever. he wants to remember how you took over him and took his every capability in using his power — reducing the satoru gojo to a pussy drunk fool.
the scent of your sex is the only way he can think to immortalise this moment.
“i can… i can take it. give it t’me, want everythin’ you’ve got,” satoru simpers eagerly over the lewd, sticky pap, pap, pap of your sexes meeting in a salacious bump and grind. he has no idea where to look — intimidated by the control that oozes off of you, the control that he gives you. if he stares at your bouncing breasts beneath his jujutsu tech jacket or your clenching cunt for too long, he might just bust all over you and his inform before he even has the chance to be inside of you.
light laughter escapes you at gojo’s babyish bleats and whimpers — so you lift the blindfold once more, lips spreading into a slow and sexy smirk, much like the kind he would tease you with. “i don’t think you can handle my everything, baby.”
and you’d be right. not even the strongest sorcerer in japan could handle his woman in his uniform.
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꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months
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Congrats on 5k!!!
I love little off-duty tidbits about the 141. What they get up to when they’re not on a mission, what do they do for fun on base, what do they do in their private time etc.
—Count The Hours
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ
╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞
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John Price: Reading ➺
It was no secret that John liked to indulge in quiet time whenever he got the chance. Always surrounded by soldiers and hurling orders eventually got to even the most skilled Captain—he was no different even if he’d been at this for countless years. 
On the days when the silent sounds of the house were able to be appreciated for what they were: the running of the laundry, the small creak of the kitchen cabinet that needed to be oiled, and the sound of your soft humming, it was a sacred turn of events. Such mundane, and normally labeled nuisances, were an excellent backdrop for the words on the page of his book that flew from the paper. Scenes unfolded from times and places long past; everything was separate. A perfect way for the mind to unwind. 
You pass by silently as John reads, kissing his forehead when he grunts in pleasure. The man lets his fingers brush your thigh as you move off to do whatever you wish. He knew you’d join him eventually. 
Reading was good, but nothing quite beat the perfect distraction that was you. 
John flips a page and absentmindedly itches at his beard.
Simon Riley: People Watching ➺
“I bet she works in a cafe,” you mutter softly. “Look at her clothes—those are cafe clothes. Gorgeous.”
Brown eyes blink at the woman in a long skirt and a neat blouse, coffee cup in hand as she walks the ground before disappearing around a bend. 
“What are bloody ‘cafe clothes’?” Simon grunts, giving you a strange look from over his balaclava. The bench you two sit on is far removed into the trees of the park, and you smile as you lean into the man and intertwine your fingers with his, stealing his body heat. 
“I can’t explain it,” you wave your free hand as Simon chuckles lowly. “Your turn.”
“Pick one for me,” he grumbles. You point to a man dressed sharply from across the path, bending down and tying his shoe as a child plays with their mother near a picnic basket and blanket. Your lips twitch into a smile. 
“Accountant,” Simon says easily, squeezing your hand as he blinks slowly, casual with his guesses. “Child’s birthday—he’ll ‘ave to go in soon.”
“Really?” You chuff under your breath. Simon hums, vision sliding about as his thumb runs over your knuckles. “I guessed a hitman.” 
The man at your side looks down once more. “You what?”
Johnny MacTavish: Hiking ➺
The both of you are covered in dirt and sweat, lying on your backs with your packs about a foot or so away; lungs working inside of your chests as you smile like fools. 
“Remind me to let you carry me back,” you pant, chuckling as the form beside you rubs at his face—pushing back the grime. Nature is all around you two, the grass behind your bones and the open sky above your heads. Johnny and you rest for a short while on top of the hill, the wind picking up from the East but not so to an unmanageable degree. 
It had been on a whim to come out here on such short notice, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t enjoyable. 
Johnny always made hiking trips enjoyable. 
“Aye,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, Dearie, I’ll manage.” A moment of shared smiles passes between you two—you reach out and push at his cheek teasingly.
Johnny chuckles and grabs at your wrist, bringing it back and laying a firm kiss on the palm that leaves your already hot cheeks burning. 
“Ready to keep going?” You’re asked delicately, those cobalt eyes crinkled with love. 
“Oh, if I must,” you tease. 
The man kisses you once more before standing, offering you a hand without a second thought through a gentle smirk.
Kyle Garrick: Cooking/Baking ➺
Kyle’s rolled-up sleeves are pushed back even more as he hums under his breath, the gentle jazz filling the room to mix with the scent of fresh bread and stew. You rest your head on the island table of your shared flat, watching as the man glances back at you and your arm pillow.
He chuckles. 
“You don’t have to watch, Love.”
“Want to,” you mutter, eyes soft. The man’s smile turns sheepish as he glances away.
The man adds what he needs and says over his shoulder cheekily as you blink. “Well come on then, I’ll need you to taste test. Tell me what it needs.”
You chuckle and stand, walking over and sliding up beside him as Kyle takes a spoon and brings some of the broth to your lips. Your hand cups under the utensil, sipping it down. 
You hum under your breath, glancing at him. 
“It’s delicious, Kyle,” your fingers go to steal the spoon, but it’s moved away from you swiftly with a teasing tsk of his tongue. 
“Ah, ah—it’s not done,” the man beams, kissing your cheek and putting the spoon down. “Patience, Love.” 
“C’mon,” you lean into him, looking up into his face. 
Instead, a kiss is pressed to your lips, making you melt as a hand comes to circle your waist. 
Kyle leans back, smirking as he licks his lips.
“More salt,” he mutters, pulling back and disappearing into the pantry as you gape after his tall form.
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