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dizzybizz · 1 year
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hey there i'd like to request one (1) sampo eating a burger jerma style thank you so much
anon, from the bottom of my heart, tysm for this request. i hope you enjoy this cursed image you have inspired.
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1 sampo eating a whopper coming right up!!
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itsfookingloosah · 6 months
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hello coming on here to tell you that i found a picture of virat kohli and babar azam captioned as "apne zamane ke jodha akbar" and now i can't stop thinking of virat in a typical rajasthani ghagra choli he'd slay 🔥
UNHINGEST ask I have ever gotten but damn the images this put in my head!!
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bagelrites · 7 months
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What if we get videos and streams of dt playing with kitties in the adoption process,,,, I think that would kill me (logically this wouldn’t happen but through enough wishing on stars we can do it I think)
oh wow. I think I would sell my kidney and my unborn child for a stream where dteam just play with kittens for a few hours
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dmsr-art · 5 months
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Is Hectcest (Camilla/Kiki) a thing?
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AYO?? ?NOT YET BUT I THINK WE SHOULD MAKE IT A REALITY.....
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with grian self-isolating, i had the wonderful whump thought of "are watchers a species that can become ill and even die from lack of touch"? (like baby humans, some adult primates, and iirc some birds)
OUGH
Well okay in canon no i dont think so, although being touch-starved is definitely a detriment to his already shit mental health-- but gods you've appealed to me on a VERY specific and niche whump level here. Do love me some narratives where being touch-starved is taken super literally<3
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ventiswampwater · 11 months
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I was watching this youtube reaction to House of Wax and one of the guys pointed out that Bo had a whoopi cushion on his trucks dashboard and I havent stopped thinking of it since
RJFSDKJSDFKJKFSDJKFDSJ
are we talkin about this thing jfdhhfdjfhdjfds
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SCREAMING!!!! I always figured it was a balled-up t-shirt or a rag or a cap but the idea of it bein a whoopie cushion is SO fckin funny hfsjdhfsdjhfsdjhjfsd 💀
also look @ that up-to-date registration sticker. boy rocked out to the baton rouge dmv to get his shit all legal. law-abiding citizen. maybe he really WILL be cawlin the cawps!!!!!
he is SO cartoon character-coded 😔
u could overlay this over EVERY single one of his scenes and nothing abt the movie nor his character would change:
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this is what his brain sounds like @ all moments of every goddamn day
imagine him heehawing alone in his truck to the mere THOUGHT of leavin a whoopie cushion on the seat for some unsuspecting bitch to sit on. tryin to work a whoopie cushion into his sad weird backstory that he's gonna dump on the next batch of hapless ambrose victims. how trudy n vincent were traveling circus performers and a whoopie cushion was their downfall.........how the whole town could hear the whoopie cushion wheezin' all the way up @ the house.........
just laughin 2 himself. thinkin this is TRULY the mastermind comedic snl roast comedy central looney tunes bingo bongo joke of all time.
getting OUTRAGEOUSLY mad when he gets into his truck later and someone has placed it on his seat, tossin the joke in his face. he accuses lester and holds a grudge abt it for years. bc this was his goofy ahhh sillyboy moment!!!! how dare u clown on him when he's the court jester king supreme!!!
vincent was the one who did it. he will never find that out.
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briseise · 1 year
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Was going through my followed blogs yesterday and when I came across yours in the list I was immediately like " Oh hey that's the babygirl bdubs artist " and now that is who you have been engraved in my mind as
oh ymg god YES i love that so much!!!! i hope im the babygirl bdubs art to u all.... bc that is who he is to me....
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carelessflower · 7 months
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Human au where young magnus and alec at school doing a mother day thing
And Magnus being like i dont have a mother,
and the teacher being like how about an aunt? Or a grandmother?
And alec just looking at Magnus because he is pretty, and is like
"What happened to your mom?
Magnus: I dont think I have any aunts, or a grandmother, I have a father....can i do a card for him?
The teacher: well..
Alec: Excuse me miss, you should know that not everyone has parents, or only has a single parent,
Magnus: oh blue eyes, my mom hung herself
The whole class falls slience
Teacher: Magnus Bane, and alexander Lightwood go to the principle office
why this growing up childhood sweetheart indie a25 film having major trauma
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therumourhasit · 1 year
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Keke Palmer as comic Carla Hargreeves
hey. you. this is perfect omg
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mummifiedgoose · 13 days
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today i am thinking about poly fob centuries music video au
Anon I'm in love with you I need you to come back and tell me your thoughts
You can come up with many polyfob shenanigans for this one! Were they together before they were caught? Had they never met before and bonded over shared captivity?? Doomed yaoi if you will?? Will they escape and run away together?? I don't know!!!! But they're gonna kiss and that's what I like to see in the world.
Seriously come back here and talk to me about this I'm OBSESSED
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targaryenluvs · 4 months
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I absolutely love how you write!! Now I've got this under my skin: basically the President Coriolanus and maid dynamic. The servant has this behavior in which she avoids crossing paths with Coriolanus at all costs but he already has her in his sights.
coriolanus snow x fem!maid!reader
mr president
tw: mdni 18+ (m masturbation, jerked off, implied sex in, power abuse, humiliation kink, guilt trip, cheating, degradation, naive reader, implied short reader)
coriolanus had been watching you all day. you knew it. he knew it, and he didn’t care. you’d always been taught to put your head down, go unnoticed, to just work. but it seems president snow had other ideas to how you could be of service to him, preferably with your legs wide open.
but this week felt different. you were use to his stares, they always seemed to linger even once he was long gone. but lately they set your body on fire, consuming you. you could barely look at him when he asked you to fetch a glass of water, when he requested for another seat at the table to be set tonight, and so on.
he loved to embarrass you with the most ridiculous and tedious jobs. but at first they’d been mild in want, for you to feed him, for you to clean his shoes and tie them, pick any lint off of his coat. but as his desire for you increased so did the humiliating nature of them. to clean the floor in your uniform which he knew you’d ripped that morning on a sharp thorn, to pick up the utensils he’d dropped, when he’d requested fresh new sheets after he’d soiled them himself. watching intently as your hands bunched up the sheets, cradling them in your arms as your cute little face scrunched up in horror as his cum coated your hands.
he loved you.
and you had no idea as to why. you never drew attention to yourself and certainly not enough to warrant his. yet coriolanus was hellbent on having you.
when you were awoken by one of maids in the middle of the night you’d expected something different, maybe one of the girls needed help in cleaning. but when she told you of president snow asking for you specifically for help with something, you could only help but be scared. you didn’t want to go help him with whatever. you didn’t want to be within arms reach of him let alone his own quarters. his wife was away on a business trip that week, leaving him with free time to torment you.
but you went nonetheless, who were you to refuse your dear president?
the entire walk to his quarters had you reassuring yourself, he’ll want you to bring him something. ‘water perhaps, then he’ll let you go. he’ll let you go y/n.’ you approached his door, raising your hand before knocking but a voice stopped you in your tracks. was it a cry? a groan? you leaned into the door, ear pressed against the cold wood, listening for a hint of what was occurring.
‘fuck,’ he groaned out, ‘so good, fuck s’ so good.’ that must be some really good soup! you thought as you smiled, you’d made his soup today and he said he’d eat it later on that night. ‘fuck y/n.’ now you weren’t arrogant, it may have been your soup but you didn’t name it after yourself. you should correct him.
‘mr president?’ your sweet voice called out, your voice went straight to his throbbing cock. ‘c-come in.’ you smiled to yourself as you opened the door only to be with president snow on his bed, hand wrapped around the base of his cock, completely naked with a smirk on his face. definitely not eating soup, you thought. ‘close the door, now.’ you did exactly that, what would someone say if they found the president so indecent? you should protect his image.
‘sit down.’ you crept over to him before hoisting yourself up, your small frame dwarfed by the overly-large bed. meant for two. his wife! you instantly covered your eyes like a child who’d seen something they just weren’t meant to. ‘i’m so sorry president snow, i didn’t mean to look. i’ll leave.’ you rambled as you slowly wriggled away, but not before his hand landed on your thigh. ‘i didn’t call you in here for you to leave right after.’ his hand rubbed into your thigh, soft and gentle, everything he wasn’t. it drew a soft moan from your lips, snows smug expression was evident, only if you’d just open your eyes.
your hands slowly peeled away from your face as you gazed into his eyes, ‘i saw you looking before, you liked it didn’t you slut?” for some reason the word made you blush as you looked down at your lap, his hand was playing with the hem of your night dress. ‘no mr snow.’ you bashfully replied, his hand worked its way up underneath your dress, the other preoccupied with his dick.
‘no? am i not pretty?’ you eyes widened at the implication, president coriolanus snow, ugly? he was anything but, ‘no! i- i mean yes, yes you are pretty, very pretty mr president.’ he grinned at your words, ‘yeah? you wanna prove it to me? you’d do anything for your president right?’ you nodded along quickly, not before gasping as his hand now played with the waistband of your underwear.
‘i want you to suck me off.’
‘suck what?’ his eyes trailed downwards.
‘oh! oh.’
the sentence sent your head into a spin, were you really going to do this? but his sweet voice, so soft and hushed, his body illuminated by the gentle orange glow of his lamp, his hooded eyes, so sleepy. it all coaxed you in as he led your hand to where he needed.
another quiet groan escaped coriolanus’s lips as your thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock. he was already close but just your presence, along with your hand had him tipping over the edge. your slow tugs, unsure and trying, your timid voice, ‘am i helping you sir?’ sir, the clear line distinguished the two of you in place. ‘yes, yes you are y/n. call me by my name.’ and soon enough he reached his peek, sticky release all over your tiny hands.
he was sure the picture would be ingrained in his head, you’d lifted your hands as you simply stared at them, then looking up at coriolanus.
‘what do i do?’
‘swallow.’
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sea-shelly · 2 years
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i need the fake mermaids to take a trip to the fake marina at least once
PLEASE
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rcbertleckie · 22 days
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MASTERS OF THE AIR PART 6 and PART 8 — for anon
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stuckinapril · 23 days
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bitterie-sweetie · 4 months
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Heyyy! If you’re open for requests, there’s this TikTok that I saw where a pregnant lady had her husband lift her heavy belly for a few minutes and it gave her some relief. I somehow could see Mingyu do that. His wife having a hard time getting used to her growth and him trying his best to help her 🫠🫠🫠
baby ⇢ mingyu x reader, 1k, fluff, domestic au ⇢ warnings: pregnancy, "baby" as a term of endearment, mingyu being his usually sweet self (mostly), established relationship
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"This is all your fault, you know."
At the sharp tone of your words, Mingyu looks up from his phone. 
"This," you gesture at yourself, at the unmistakable way your stomach now protrudes, a little larger each day as time creeps closer to your due date. "This baby is already huge and we're not even halfway there. It's all your fault, Kim Mingyu. You and your—your stupidly big bones and your long limbs and your giant frame and, and—" 
It's another empty complaint, that's all. Lately that's been much of what comes out of your mouth the moment your sore feet touch the floor, having to support your new weight, and when you're rushing to the bathroom again after just having left it. And when you hear Mingyu's mom lament about how heavy he was at birth, you don't even want to think about how the next few months are going to go. 
This pregnancy is both a blessing and a curse.
You get up from your chair, eager to crawl into bed and let sleep magically melt away your problems if it comes at all tonight. But before you can take a single step, Mingyu is there. It takes him two steps to cross the room and come to your side, and while he usually wears a big smile whenever he looks your way, now it's been completely replaced with a frown. A solemn expression.
"I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, gingerly pulling you into a hug. 
"W-what? What are you apologizing for?"
"All of it."
You take a step back and try to wiggle out of his arms so you can properly read his expression. "Hey, I was just joking—"
"Y/N," he says, shaking his head as he loosens his arms, "it's hard going through all this alone. You know I would help if I could." 
He's being genuine—that much you can see, but that makes you all the more concerned. Is there something going on? What does he mean? So much of your attention has been focused on preparing for the baby ever since finding out the good news that you hardly had a moment to stop and consider his feelings in all of this, and for a second your heart drops at the thought that there might be something wrong. 
Mingyu's never been one to hide anything though. He always wears his heart on his sleeve and speaks without a filter—which is only a bad thing when he showers you with overly cheesy compliments—and even now, one look in his eyes tells you exactly what you want to know. You can see the excitement floating in his eyes, the absolute adoration at the start of this new chapter in your lives, the nerves of being a parent for the first time. 
But also mixed in there is a ton of guilt. 
While none of it is his fault, you can tell that he's feeling the immense guilt of watching you suffer to bring a child into this world while he is, well, still very much his regular self. 
"Mingyu, you are helping. You've been doing all the cooking and running around to get me whatever I'm craving, which has been a lot these days. You set up the baby's room all on your own, and then there are your massages—I'm going to get so used to having this luxury that I'll be asking for them even after all this." 
His frown only deepens. "Baby, that's not enough. I hate seeing you in pain and being unable to do anything about it. I wish I could take it from you." 
"Hey, look at me." You heave a sigh, reaching to take his face between your hands. "I'm fine, Mingyu. You know how strong I am, right? I can handle it. In fact, you should worry more about what this kid might do in the future."
"Knowing the two of us, that's probably true." He wavers for a second before a smile starts to creep onto his face, but he holds it back, almost shyly. "Y/N, can I try something?"
"Like what?"
Mingyu steps closer until the space between you diminishes, leaving only your belly pressed against his. Then in one motion, he takes his hands and carefully places them under your belly, and then lifts. 
"Does this help at all?" he asks, face gleaming with tentative hope.
You slowly relax into his hands and take notice of how everything shifts. The weight pressing on your bladder is alleviated immediately, and your sore lower back feels much better. Even your feet aren't quite as in pain as before. "Yeah, actually. This helps a lot. Thank you, baby." 
"Good. Then I'll do this for you all day." Then he nuzzles even closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around him as much as you can. There's still too much space between you with the baby in the way, but when you close your eyes and listen to the sound of Mingyu's steady breaths, it's enough to spread a warmth in your heart that takes you back to the early days of your relationship. 
"Hey, Y/N?" Mingyu pulls back slightly to look at you.
"Hmm?"
"Do you really think we should be worrying about how our kid might turn out? What they might be like?" 
You study him, looking beyond the spark of anxiety in his eyes. "Well, yeah, but they'll be fine. Trust me, if they have your genes, they'll basically be perfect already. You were a perfect kid." 
"I guess I kind of was." He stays still for a moment, but when he meets your eyes again, there's a mischievous smile threatening to creep across his lips. "Yeah, see, I wasn't exactly worried that the kid might turn out like me." 
"Hey, Kim Mingyu!"
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starheirxero · 3 months
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After revisiting your "came back wrong" comic, absolutely wonderful btw, I came to a rather haunting realization.
Because it became true. But instead of Bloodmoon, it's Eclipse. And that's both much worse(for the characters), and much better(for the narrative).
Because both him and Lunar went through the same, and in a way seem to parallel each other, though that's probably me overthinking.
Both of them died. Both of them were blown to smithereens. Both of them came back after several months. Both found themselves in a body not their own. We've seen what they look like in every other universe.
Both of them came back wrong.
Lunar came back numb, quieter than before, with all their energy being a play. He came back running from unknown danger. They died a normal animatronic, and came back being more.
Eclipse is the opposite. He came back louder, erratic, full of madness. Where Lunar is running from unknown danger, he is sprinting towards it, not realizing the consequences until it's to late. Not to forget the star. Eclipse died being somewhat of a god, and came back as nothing more than a plaything, a puppet on a string.
In a twist of fate, they can relate best to each other now, and that might be the worst part for both of them.
Because what is there to do? Even though they understand, even though, one day, they might glance at each other and wonder "Do you feel the same?", they will never be able to confide in each other. Their relationship is beyond repair, and for good reason. Eclipse hurt Lunar, used and ab*sed him, and then blew him up.
This also opens up so much emotional baggage. What will Lunar think? Will he wonder "Do you regret what you did now, knowing how it felt?" Will a part of him feel the smallest bit of satisfaction? Will they ever be able to look at him at all, or will they forever hide away?
What about Eclipse? Will he feel guilty? He seems aware of the damage he has caused the celestial twins, even telling Ruin that he deserves what's coming for him, but he still showed no remorse when he talked to them.
I'm sorry this got so long, I am incredibly emotional about this right now, and I can't even begin to describe, how this makes me feel-
ANON OH MY GHOD /POS
DID YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST FUCJING BRAIN EVER. DID YOU KNOW YOU'VE CONNECTED THE MOST PERFECT DOTS KNOWN TO MAN. HOLY SHIT.
LUNAR CAME BACK AS MORE AND ECLIPSE CAME BACK AS LESS BUT BOTH CAME BACK WRONG AAIAUAUAYAGAGGGHHHHHH
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