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duailuvu1st202moonplanetsandi1 · 17 days

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Here I am , 32 years after I told you racist trash I already did, telling you that remain, I ended The Aryan and its' races

#Planet Dua Lipa #Planet Drew Blythe Barrymore #6 #4 pink moon #Moon Jaid #Moon John #Moon Dukagjin #andlunadualipa

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bbc-trolls · 4 months

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Hc Branch is premium cuddle real estate.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #broppy #trolls poppy #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #brozone #sorry for more messy sketches again #he just kinda happened to fall asleep with bruce nearby #he's like a really snooty cat #who only lets you pet him when his guard is down #and once in a blue moon he'll sleep by you and you feel like the chosen one

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bluegiragi · 4 months

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new moon (part 1)

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#for werewolves full moons are when they are at their strongest - their hides are tougher #things are just more vivid #and for werewolf packs it means its always the best opportunity for pack bonding meaning hunts and orgies etc.#while he's working soap's full moons are dealt with via playfighting #Gaz and Price have already experienced full moons with soap when they've managed to work together in the past so this is all standard #monster 141 au #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #giragi art

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flowerytale · 7 months

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John Keats, from "Endymion", The Complete Poems and Selected Letters of John Keats

#john keats #keats #poetry #poem #fragments #moon #*

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clearlyaginger · 1 month

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Demisexual? No, you misheard. I said Dummysexual. I'm attracted to that moron over there. Look at them. They just tripped over nothing and set the house on fire. I'm in love.

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gummygoatgalaxy · 2 months

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Brozone but theyre Magical Girls

I got bored 🙃

Pose ref:

#my art #fanart #trolls fanart #trolls art #trolls au #magical girl #sailor moon #magical girl au #brozone #trolls band together #trolls #trolls branch #trolls floyd #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls spruce #trolls bruce #gummygoatgalaxy

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taissabelle · 5 months

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My mom: So, who are you texting?

Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....

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spacedace · 4 months

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DPxDC snippet/prompt:

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“John.”

Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.

Felt like old times.

“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”

He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.

“That’s a child.”

“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”

He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.

“John.”

“Z.”

“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”

“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.

“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”

“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”

“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #john constantine #zantanna zatara #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #danny fenton #i wrote this with Elle in mind since I have an entire Paper Moon AU brewing in my head with her & John #but it absolutely could be danny instead #zantanna is already so done with all of this #she's having flashbacks of John smoking in the corner with baby Jason Todd when the kid was still Robin and Bruce losing his shit about it #she wants to say not her circus not her monkeys *so badly*#but very unfortunately John and his bullshit probably is her deranged little monkey in her very on fire circus #and now he's got a feral dead kid following him around this can't be good

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cinematicmasterpiece · 8 months

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past lives (2023)

#past lives #film #movie #cinema #art #edit #screencaps #photography #cinematography #indie #female director #directed by women #celine song #greta lee #john magaro #seung ah moon #seung min kim

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dame-de-pique · 11 months

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John Henry Harvey - Moon, satellite of earth, 1900

#John Henry Harvey #Astronomy #astrophotography #vintage photography #moon #vintage

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peaceinthestorm · 6 months

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William John Hennessy (1839-1917, Irish) ~ The Three Beauties by Moonlight, n/d

[Source: Christie's]

#william john hennessy #william hennessy #irish art #bathers #moonlight #full moon #moonlit night #swans #women with swans

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ghouljams · 3 months

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A Letter from Your Future Husband (MDNI)

tags: Regency au, Soap x f!reader/OC, masochism, spanking, sexting through letters, dirty talk, guided masturbation, Soap has that dog in him, masturbation, "little" as a diminutive not a descriptor

Summary: Soap has write you letters that you hope never see the light outside of your bedroom. You can only be glad for the assurance that the man ruining you is so set on marrying you as well.

You never open letters around other people. Not since the first one. John Mactavish is seemingly unwilling or unable to be proper around you. His letters are filled with language that makes your head spin, your skin heat, and wetness drip between your legs. You don't know what he's hoping to accomplish with them, he's certainly not wooing you. Maybe he's hoping to speed your ruination, hoping that someone in your house will crack open his wax blue seal and be so scandalized by his words that...

Well they wouldn't break off the engagement you think. Your parents are too eager to be rid of you. Throw you to him sooner, might be the goal. You're not quite as eager to have that happen as Johnny's letters might lead people to believe. He promises a lot in his letters. Promises things you've never heard from other men. Things that make your stomach clench nervously, and it has to be nerves. If it isn't then you really are bound for ruin.

You slip his letter off the entry table and make your way to your room. Your heart pounds in your chest at the seal, the polite ribbon wrapped around the paper. It's pretty, it's always pretty. Pretty in a way that makes the filth inside feel so much worse.

"You haven't written me back hen," You can hear the chastising tuts of Johnny's tongue even through the paper, as you settle on your bed, "S'alright, know your hands are otherwise occupied.

'You are touchin' yourself to my letters, aren't you? God, I hope you are. Stuffing that pretty little pussy with your fingers isn't enough, is it bonnie? You can't hit all those nice spots, can't fill yourself full enough. I know you're droolin' against your pillows thinkin' about my cock. Bet you look so sweet touchin' yourself. You'll have to show me how you do it next time, tell me what you like so I can take over. Shouldn't be touchin' what isn't yours."

You shiver, glad the door is shut as you go to lay against your pillows. Johnny's voice fills your mind, and you're careful not to wrinkle your skirt as you pull it up. Touching what isn't yours... As if any part of you belongs to him, least of which your... Well you're not as crass as he is. That fact doesn't stop you from dragging your fingers over your slit. You hadn't done this before his letters, but one of Johnny's letters had been so explicit in its instructions, you'd had to at least see what the fuss was about. You circle your fingers over your clit, the same way he'd told you to.

"I'll make an exception while I'm away, but I want you to apologize when I'm back. Put yourself on your knees in front of me and say you're sorry for touchin' yourself. Fuck, just the thought of you has me strokin' my cock I'd be nice with punishing you if you apologized. When's the last time you were spanked? I'd put you over my knee, don't even have to ask me to do it. You would though. Bet you would. Could spank your pussy instead if you don't want to beg. Give it a try hen, nice and hard for me, tell me if you like it."

You should feel worse about your lack of hesitation, should feel dirtier knowing he doesn't even have to be here to make you obey. The sharp sting when you slap your cunt makes your hips twitch, makes heat pool in your stomach. You do it again just to feel the way your body squirms. The wet sound of it is tempting, the lingering buzz of pain making your fingers hover hesitantly. You shouldn't like this, but you so desperately do. You wonder what it would feel like to have Johnny do it, his thick fingers rubbing over you, soothing out the pain before pulling back to spank you again.

He'd probably hit you harder than this. The thought makes you drip.

"I said hard, hen."

You have to bite down the noise you make. Twisting against the pillows to breathe as you rub your fingers against your clit, trying to sooth the sting from your last, hard, hit. Fuck it's good, it's good and you hate this man for making it good. You hate that you know exactly what his next words will be, as if he knows you're putty in his hands.

"Good girl. Know that was hard for you, but you did so well for me. Know you squirm, gonna haf'ta hold you down when I do it. You'd like that though, love havin' me pin you and spank you 'til you're comin' on my fingers. Dirty little thing. You want me to clean you up with my tongue after? You think you deserve that?"

You slip your fingers down to circle your entrance, you don't have the patience that Johnny seems to and press two fingers into yourself. You grind your hips down against them, and he's right, they aren't enough. You're not filled the way you want to be, not stretched enough to feel it when you clench on your fingers. They feel good though, the drag of them in and out, pushing tight heat in the pit of your stomach with each stroke.

You wish he could hear you, wish it meant something when you whimper out a soft, "yes." You imagine his tongue licking over your slit, flicking against your clit. He'd tease you, you know he would. Circle your clit without touching it, licking broad swipes over your cunt. His fingers would just press against your entrance, thicker than the ones you desperately pump in and out of yourself. You drop his letter to rub your clit, he's right(he often is) your hands are often too occupied to think about writing him back. It's his fault though.

His fault for making you think of his head between your legs, making you imagine the scratch of his beard on your thighs as your stomach grows hotter and tighter. Your cunt is drooling around your fingers, the circles you draw over your clit sparking pleasure up your spine and making you whine for more. Everything pulls tight too quickly, your cunt clenching desperately on your fingers as it tries to suck them deeper. It's enough to get you over the edge, but not enough to be satisfying.

You pinch your clit, and the pain pushes makes everything break. Your legs shaking as your hips buck against your fingers, desperate, and almost perfect. You work yourself through the high and pull your hands away when it all becomes too much, too sensitive. If Johnny were here...

You fish around for his letter with wet fingers --you're sure he'd do the same-- and scan your eyes over the page, almost too eager to see how badly he wants you.

"My poor pussy, I know I'm mean to 'er. I'll clean you up love, lick you 'til you're sobbin' for me, beggin' to be fucked proper. You're so pretty when you're cryin'. My poor little wife, I'll make sure you get fucked as often as you like; keep you full of my cock, plugged up so all the come I pour into you stays in place. I'm wastin' so much of it just thinkin' about you, but I'll make up for it. You just give me the word.

Write me something nice, hen. Tell me how badly you want my cock, tell me how you touch yourself, tell me you'd sit under my desk and warm my cock in your throat while I work. Tell me you love me and I'll be on your step tomorrow. As stands I'll be there within a week. Miss me.

Johnny"

You truly must be ruined to smile at that. 'Tell me you love me' he says, without telling you the same. Rude man. You hate him(you love him, God, you love him).

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bluegiragi · 5 months

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cockatrice (part 2)

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werewolf lore drop ahead!!

although werewolves are classified as a shifter-type monster (same as Horangi or the cockatrice) they're actually unique in a hidden way. Horangi is a hybrid whose lineology originates from the first pureblood haetaes, which had zero human in them. In comparison, werewolves originated AS a human-wolf monster, which results in an interesting relationship between the human and shifted 'full-wolf' form.

While Horangi is the same in his human and haetae form, Soap juggles two souls in one body - one belonging to human side, and the other to his wolf. They are both still implicitly him - the souls run parallel with one another throughout his life - but being a werewolf is very much like maintaining a life-long partnership. Soap and his wolf are a great example of a success story, but some werewolves have difficult relationships with their wolf, resulting in only transforming during full moons when they have to.

In some ways, Soap is perfect in the military's eyes as he has a strong connection with his wolf, and happens to come from a long line of larger-than-average specimens (even though he doesn't care too much about his genealogy, preferring to call himself a mongrel breed). In other ways, he's also a nightmare, because his wolf exemplifies the worst in his rebellious streak, featuring recklessness, fickleness towards authority and an extremely low tolerance for boredom.

#hehehehe pubby #i was so excited to draw this comic guys i actually looove drawing soap go full wolf #satisfying somehow. after going for a very long time only drawing Dudes TM #he's stuck like this until the end of the full moon so youre gonna be seeing more of this good boy #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #monster 141 au #ghostsoap #giragi art

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arpia-shasti · 18 days

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