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sleepyminty · 4 months

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journey to mor pankh spoiler

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canadiankakashi · 1 month

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Absolutely adore my physics class but it absolutely loves giving me existential crises because it's absolutely mind-blowing how old the universe is and how time passes in the blink of an eye

#its theorized that red dwarfs can become white drawfs but its not happened yet #because it takes longer for red dwarfs to die out than the universe has existed for it to happen #somewhere around a billion to a trillion years #and thats not even bringing up black dwarfs and we might see that they actually exist if in a quadrillion years the sun turns into one #it just makes you feel small #atropos speaks (fake) prophecies

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beepinout · 7 months

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Racist re-designs

#coal black #coal black and de sebben drawfs #disney fantasia #fantasia #disney #warner bros #digital aritst #digital drawing #digital art #drawing #re design #my artwrok #my art #beepinout #krita

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siren-serenity · 1 year

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SUB! RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"riddle, don't you know that patience is a virtue?" "just make me feel warm and cozy; don't worry, i'll give you a prize" "you're such a goodboy~"

characters: riddle rosehearts, gn!reader (has a cock, but can be a strap on)(mentioned to be taller) warnings: nsfw, dom/sub relationships, cockwarming, praise kink (riddle) MINORS DNI a/n: - riddle deserves to be told he's a goodboy~

"Mhmm, Riddle, say ahh."

Riddle pouted, simultaneously giving you a glare as he opened his mouth for the sweet-tart piece. You grinned in pleasure before he resumed his work, his handwriting looking shakier than usual if one were to squint. He felt himself shivering slightly from the chill of the air conditioner running in his room. He had nothing on him; his naked body had goosebumps peppered all over his smooth, flawless skin.

You leaned forward, pressing your chest against Riddle's back; your large frame easily drawfed him. It made you subtly thrust into Riddle's pussy, making him whine and gasp before shifting slightly. Your frigid hand on his thigh made him pause before glaring at you.

"Please, my rose," Riddle begs. Although he absolutely loves the feeling of your cock resting comfortably inside his warm pussy, his walls squeezed tight around it, it was absolute torture for him to do this for hours. Ever since he started working, you immediately shed him of any clothing, locked the door, and thrust yourself into his pussy (lube on, of course, to prevent pain onto your queen), Riddle had been suffering from the amount of teasing you gave him. Subtle thrusts, warm nibbles on his collarbone, the warmness of your breathes sending chills down his spine- it heightened his senses to the point that Riddle felt the teasing was unbearble.

"Please what?" Your sly grin wasn't helping Riddle's growing anger. "Use your words, my queen? What would you like me to do?"

Fuck- Riddle doesn't care anymore. His cock, poorly neglected and hard as ever, hangs between his legs. The tip is dripping bits of pre-cum as Riddle shifts and not-so-subtly tries to gain some sort of friction. He desperately wants you to pound into him until he's blacked out absolutely screeching your name at the top of his lungs. Athough, he's too embarrassed to say this aloud.

"Could you...please?"

You only tease him with a finger trailing down his warm skin, sending shivers along his body behind its path. "You have to be specific, sweetheart."

Riddle turns, face red with embarrassment as he mumbles under his breath. "Please fuck me."

With your hands, you easily pick him up, sliding him off your cock. The emptiness felt in his walls made Riddle frown; it all felt so wrong, he wants to be nice and stuffed, warm with his walls clenching tight around your cock. He pouts, crossing his arms angrily, his legs swinging above the empty space. He sits on an empty spot where his work wasn't cluttering the space, his bottom feeling chills when the warm met the cooling woods.

You stand, slightly looking down at him with a wide grin on your face.

"Open wide for me," You coo, slamming your hands on either side of his body. Riddle shudders and obeys, obediently spreading his legs wide, and right before you slam your cock smoothly in, hitting his prostrate exactly.

Riddle's eyes are blown wide as he struggles to deal with the overwhelming and sudden pleasure. He looks absolutely adorable with his crimson hair all fussed up, his body flushed with lust and desire, and he was all yours. Moans escape his lips as his hands clenched onto the desk to prevent himself from falling apart with your repetitive thrusts.

"Fuck- you feel so good! Good boy~"

Riddle feels something pooling in his abdomen, walls clenching tighter around your cock as you groan. Something about being called a 'good boy'...it felt so pleasing. Especially when he was your good boy.

You seemed to get the same thought as you smirk.

"Mm? You like that, don't you? You like being my good boy?"

Riddle throws all decorum out the wind by nodding furiously. You only clamp onto his thighs because thrusting even deeper if that was possible.

"You like me hitting there, don't you? I can feel you clamping around my walls just like that; you're doing so well."

You ram into his prostrate over and over again; your hands wrapped tight around his pale thighs, so tight that he was sure that bruises would form. Riddle's back arched as he gasps for breath, a trail of drool leaking from the corners of his lips. He makes such pretty noises, little whimpers, lewd moans, and quick gasps as if his life depended on it.

"I'm getting- ngh- close!"

You only increased your pace as Riddle moans, wrapping his hands around your waist before pulling you closer, letting your length be dragged in until you are literally pressing on his prostrate. The dorm leader, who's normally poised and calm, looks at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm cumming I'm cumming, Ahhh!" Riddle's eyes roll back as his back arches off the table and his orgasm hit hard and strong. He blacks out immediately, his walls squeezed tight around you; all his senses were muffled out as Riddle ascends on his high. However, you don’t have enough brainpower to control the way that your hips thrust, erratic and rough, as you fuck him through it, your skin slapping loudly against his as you soon cum into him almost immediately afterward.

You slowly pull out of him, your cock slick with cum, watching as Riddle's eyes flutter. There, now you can see those beautiful ashen grey eyes of his, his pupils dilated from the lovemaking just now.

"Are you okay, my queen?" You murmured, picking him up. Riddle lazily groans, his pussy feeling slightly sore yet he remains the energy to pick up his pen to erase any trases of his and yours orgasm. Speaking of which, the creamy white liquid trails down his thighs, dangerous close to dripping all over his ruby red carpet.

"Mhmm, I'm fine," He slurs. You chuckle as you carry him bridal style and set him gently on the marble sinks. With gentle movements, you use a soft towel to clean him, cooing almost motherly when Riddle's head almost nods off to sleep, almost falling off. He groans but complies but the routine happens over and over to the point where his eyelids feel like the weight of the world. He slowly blinks, bearing registering the world around him.

"Riddle," You shake him. He startles awake, noticing how your body had the scent of his rose-shampoo. Had he been so sleepy that you had the time to take a shower? You pick him up adruptly; a tiny yelp escapes his mouth.

"Let's go to bed," You press a kiss to his forehead. "Go to sleep, Riddle. You were such a good boy."

The last thing Riddle registers is the smooth silky sheets of his bed and your warm embrace before he finally nods off to slumber, you quickly following behind.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland oneshots #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts smut #sub riddle #sub riddle rosehearts #dom reader #dom!reader

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a-love-that-transcends-all · 10 months

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I was hoping to have all 3 of my Freela kids ready by tomorrow, been falling behind because life... but the *STAR* attraction of the three is finally finished! (haha get it? *star* cus she's named after a star AHAHAH)

So this is my official redesign of my Freela baby, Turanga Violet Star Fry.

✨🌌✨

*Is named after the Violet Dwarf Star. You know, the star that literally forced Leela to face her true feelings more than ever and trust Fry with the most important thing in the universe, and also made her realise she could not deny her undying love for Fry any longer.

*Pronouns she/her

*Family pet name is Hexy Chicky

*She is a goth punk rebel without a cause

*Angsty Teen (16 years I'd say roughly of age)

*Is besties w/Bender

*Has an ✨ICONIC✨ Witch's Black cat (Fang, Morris and Munda's cat's baby 🥹)

*Her hair has mutations where it glows the colour of the violet drawf star. The glow gets brighter and engulfs her whole hair whenever she is closed to the encyclapod or anything that is in danger and needs to be saved, this includes beings, and whole entire planets. Certain situations one might say.

*She has a connection to the encyclapod and knows where it can be found at any given time. She learns she can communicate to plants, animals, basically anything living.

*Her hair can also change length and texture to best suit her needs. Think like Bayonetta (best video game witch IMO she is boss queen) Violet can use har hair as a weapon to defend herself. She also learns she can grow tenticles at will from her hair, very much like her other two siblings.

*She is a bad ass boss bitch like her momma

*Has big fuck off death stomper boots, just like her momma

*Is an environmental and animal activist like her momma

*Practices witch craft due to her innate connection with nature all that is living.

*Will spend hours debating with her brother Phil and Professor Farnsworth and Cubert about what is science and spirituality, what can be explained and what cannot be explained and try to either thwart them or find a way to bridge the two together.

*Bisexual / Demisexul

🧡💜

The Chicky on her shirt is the chicken she's known as in the family, they all have chicken nicknames cus of the chicken hats. I am working on a family photo of them all as we speak. Thank you so much to the incredible @ladybender for the inspiration for this idea. 🥹

Still working on her story and everything but I finally have her design ready and I am so happy and proud. If you ever saw spam posts on DeviantART of a user called FryplusLeela4Eva2getha that was me and I posted artworks of Violet and her two siblings Phil and Sam. Redesigns of them coming soon! I'm just so happy I was able to get one of them out at least before the drop of the first new episode haha.

💜🧡💜

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snowyybear · 1 year

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For no reason, astronomy gave me a comparison for obiwan/anakin and stars. When one star has a big enough collapse(its death), in binary systems it can mess with other stars, ex: it feeds off other stars like neutron stars(star corpse) or white dwarfs. And so its like they were binary stars, then tiggered each others collapse. Anakin is now a black hole, and obiwan is a white dwarf/neutron(star corpses from collapse/explosion) star he feeds on. I think white drawf is fitting of obiwan tho. Hot af but not as luminous cause tiny. His force signature is pure light and concentrated/skilled, not as strong as others but still there.

Also sometimes wonder if Anakin with his extreme "all stars die" fear, if he got it from asking obiwan to go see the death of a star. What do people do when they see their star is dying. Are their space evacuations like, oh fuck, the star is starting to fuse some stuff everyone in this system evacuate. asap. Back to said point, i wonder if Anakin just flies out and watch blackholes from afar, or planets colliding, or even star nurseries. Just far far out. Probably not being under Obi-wans watch or during clone wars for obvious reasons, but maybe as vader. Just as a reminder of how he came from Anakin's death.

Super massive blackholes are the center of universes, just like vader is to the entire franchise😎 Haha *lip bite* finger guns away. (just finished finals im a bit unhinged atm)

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin

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diesvitae · 5 years

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Commission for Daniele It’s a gift for his brother, who loves rpg and always playes dwarves, even when they aren’t a fantasy race. From left to right: Ulf Von Dragor from Sine Requie, Dodo Dragor and Nero D. Jack from Pathfinder. It has been a pleasure working for you <3

#pathfinder #sine requie #drawf #dwarves #fantasy #fantasy art #dnd #commission #barbarian #pirate #berserker #black and white #bnw #digital painting #painting #digital art #illustration #digital illustration

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robotpussy · 2 years

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see I'm staying away from any kind of Amazon lotr press because this tweet is just full of racist replies like ok they cut off the elves hair and the drawf women have no beards and it's being made by a greedy corporation but don't deny some of you are calling it "evil" because there are black people and people of colour in the show because these ppl have been making racist comments since the casting was announced

#this is why i had to leave that fandom specifically because in 2020 i tried to get back into it and the racism was at a all time high #like too many white supremacists hide in the lotr fanbase because its some white ethnostate paradise for them or smth #text #lotr

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bm-asian-art · 3 years

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Birds and Flowers, Kano Shôei, late 16th century, Brooklyn Museum: Asian Art

Birds and Flowers. One of a pair of 6-panel screens; ink, color, gold leaf, and gold fleck on paper. This is the left-hand screen of the pair. The screens represent a variety of plants and animals associated with the late spring, summer, and early autumn in Japan. Prof. Matthew McKelway notes that most of the species and varieties are native to Japan, with some of the birds passing through Japan in the summer months. Reading from right to left, the subjects are as follows: Panel 1:Gourd, cucumber, and pumpkin vines twist around bamboo stalks, with an bird preening below (perhaps the female of the red-and-black bird in the next screen) next to bamboo grass, with three-leaf arrowhead (omodaka) at the bottom. Panel 2: Melons and more pumpkins on vines, with an unidentified red-and-black bird on a bamboo stalk. One of two sparrows flies above, and a white egret wades below, with drawf waterlilies (hitsujigusa) and fringed waterlilies (asaza). Panel 3: A Japanese robin (komadori) perches on a rock with a second swallow flying above. Panel 4: Under the branches of a willow, eggplants grow with a trio of Siberian meadow buntings (hojiro) below and an unidentified bird perched above. Panel 5: Two white egrets perch on the trunk of the willow, with orange daylilies (wasuregusa) below. Panel 6: Siberian rubythroat (nogama) perched on another willow, above two Eurasian skylarks (hibari) on a rock, with crabgrass and gardenias in the foreground and marigold in the midground. Blue and gold brocade borders, black lacquer wood frame with bronze fittings, stencil printing paper back. Condition: Very minor old repairs, new 11 1/2" diagonal split near upper right of panel 4. July 11, 1984: closed open split and touched up gold leaf as follows: Upper center of left panel, upper left of second panel from left, upper center and middle right edge of third panel, upper left, lower center and middle right of fourth panel, upper left of fifth panel, upper left and center left of 6th panel. Hinges were sound. Technique: open splits, insert paper and wheat paste, close split and match gold leaf on surface. Work completed by Kazufumi Homma, restorer, in TBM Conservation lab. Examined 6/4/90 by Sondra Castile, Conservator from the Met. 83.183.b (left-hand screen): 8/6/93: Conservator's report (record of restoration) condition: Fair. Repaired and retouched numerous times. Number of fresh tears resulting from shrinkage of the paper support. Counting the panels from left to right, the tears are located as follows: #1, top right corner; #2, top left corner; #3, top and bottom right corner; #4, top left and bottom left and right corner; #5, top right corner; #6, top left. The screen itself is in fairly good condition. The silk borders are discolored and worn, and lifting at the far left top corner. Treatment; the torn areas were re-adhered, as was the silk border at top left. The gaps between the edges of the torn paper were inpainted. Lifting areas were re-adhered. (JD) Size: Unfolded, overall: 68 3/4 × 147 11/16 in. (174.6 × 375.2 cm) folded: 69 x 25 1/2 in. (175.3 x 64.8 cm) image (outer panel): 62 3/8 x 26 7/8 in. (158.4 x 68.3 cm) image (inner panel): 62 3/8 x 24 3/8 in. (158.4 x 61.9 cm) Medium: Ink, color, gold leaf and gold fleck on paper

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/110645

#asianart #museumarchive #kanoshôei #brooklynmuseum

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quakywakey · 3 years

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Late Bbrae Valentines Quickie, I don’t like the name but screw it!

This takes place in a fantasy AU where Gar is a nomadic bard who was bitten by a unique werewolf and Rachel is travelling sorceress who protects villages from supernatural threats.

The pair walked through the dirt path. Dodging the puddles of muddy water formed by the rain filling light craters in the ground. Rachel Roth held an umbrella, the water sliding down the black pettle-shaped fringes. Garfield Logan walked ahead, lightly swinging the picnic basket in his hand, unphased by the rain seeping through the crevices in the endless trees. He welcomed the weather, sticking his tongue out to try and catch a stray drop, Rachel scoffed at his youth.

Though she mocked his childish sensibilities, colouring them as nieve or immature, she often found endearment in his optimistic view of the world. Despite the hardships, heartbreaks and betrayals, he still took it upon himself to crack jokes and be friendly to everyone he came across. She envied that almost as much as his height, which drawfed her stature of a humble five feet.

“Where are we going exactly?” Rachel asked, wary of any surprises he had in store for her.

He answered, unsurprisingly with “You’ll see.” Which only pushed her curiosity further. He continued along the path before stopping by a thick tree with a wooden ladder hanging off it, held together by ropes. “Oh, I’ve missed this place.” He reviled in the nostalgia before urging her to come over and grabbing on the ladder, beginning his climb.

Rachel, clutched the ladder and felt an alarming strech of rope. She felt it safer to float to wherever the ladder led. She rested the umbrella coyly on her shoulder as the ends of her coat felt the light gush of upward wind. She peared upward, looking at the destination. It was a treehouse.

The house looked to be unkept at best, with crooked angles that gave it a rhombus shape and planks overlapping other planks for the sake of patching holes. She slowly lowered onto the ledge that stood before the doorway. Peering to a poorly painted sign above she read ‘Gar and Jason’s Super Cool Treehouse!’ She squinted at the ‘and Jason’s’, he didn’t mean-

“Were you scared of the ladder?” Gar said with a grin as he climbed the last few steps of the ladder.

“You never told me you knew Jason before joining the guild.”

“Yeah, we met when we were kids, I was with the Doom Patrol guild and he was a stowaway with the batclan. Us two bonded over both being the runts of our respective litters. We built this treehouse as a place of our own, but I sorta left it behind when he...” Rachel laid her hand on his shoulder, carrying a look of empathy.

“Let’s get out of the cold ok?” She said with a reassuring smile that made his heart melt.

The inside with small, but the two boys had managed to fit everything they wanted into it. Various recycled items remade into crude suits of armour, old picture books, a table with cushions around it, and a bed with a blockade of pillows in the middle which Gar explained as their ‘Friendship barrier’.

Gar thumped the basket into the table, urging Rachel to sit on one of the cushions. She chose to move her cushion next to Gar. “So what did you pack?” Gar asked.

When they planned hangouts, it would always be equal input. If they ate out, split the cheque, if one brought the food, the other chooses the place. “Just some noodles, Vic helped me cook them.”

“And by that you mean he helped you make sure the kitchen and/or food didn’t explode?”

“Yeah... that.” Rachel was never a chef, unlike Gar, she was never taught how to cook. Something that became very apparent to Gar when they started travelling together with Victor Stone. Rachel grabbed the two bowls of noodles, kept warm by some contained fire-magic courtesy of Kory Anders. Rachel watched Gar anticipating his reaction, to her relief he gave a happy grin when the spoon met his tongue.

“Wow, Rae this is really good!” He exclaimed before slurping the leftover sting of noodle into his mouth.

“D-don’t sound so surprised.” She played off her blushing with a sarcastic retort.

When the bowls were empty and Rachel had finished teasing Gar about all the old pictures, they were sitting by the window on his old bed. They peered out the window, watching the rain escalate further in a graceful collision course with the ground. Gar swung his eyes to their hands, Rachel rested hers flat while he did the same. Gar itched his hand closer, it slowly crawling closer in increments. Rachel quickly gripped his hand, Gar’s face burning red from the sudden move. He looked into her eyes, finding a purple ocean in her irises. “...R-rachel?” He stuttered, the confident, charismatic facade faded. All he was then was a boy, a boy who wanted to kiss the pretty girl holding his hand.

“Yeah?” She said, equally nervous.

“I uh...” His heart began to race as his eyes moved to her lips. “I kinda want to-“

“C’mon, spit it out.” She smirked, hoping that he was asking what she thought he was asking.

“I want to... kiss you.” Gar hid his face, embarrassed by his words. Rachel felt a heavy pounding in her chest in the uttering of those words.

“I... do to.” She looked down, staring at their hands intertwined.

“Cool! Yeah, uh- ok... I’m just gonna...” his voice tappered as he leaned in. She followed, closing her eyes.

Gar chuckled, “Y’know this would usually be the time Vic interupts and kills the moment completel-“ Rachel gripped his shirt pulling him towards her, forcing the gap between them to close. As she kissed him, she felt a burst of hot flame erupting from her chest, before it simmered to the slow burning of a candle. He was initially startled but like her, felt a simmer and calm. It just felt right. He held her close, his free hand wrapping around her.

As the kiss ended they sat there, stunned. “Woah...” Gar muttered, before looking out the window again. Silence emerged between them, but not an awkward one, it was a silence that indicated unspoken words between them. Gar wrapped his arms around Rachel, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Gar?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember how we get home?”

“... Uh- we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

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page-2-ids · 3 years

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Drawfevidic: A gender related to Drawfee/Drawfee Show videos (pronounced draw-feh-vid-ick)

The name is a combination of “Drawf” from Drawfee and -vidic, a suffix for genders related to videos

The colors come from the most common ones in their icons (black, brown, grey, and peach- or whatever you call that), just adjusted a little. The flag’s not my favorite, but I had the idea so I figured I might as well post it.

Suggested Pronouns🔽🔽🔽

A/Art/Ar/Ars/Artself

A/Art/Art/Arts/Artself

A/Art/Arts/Arts/Artself

Art/Art/Arts/Arts/Artself

Ay/Art/Ar/Ars/Artself

Ay/Art/Art/Arts/Artself

Ay/Art/Arts/Arts/Artself

Dra/Draw/Draw/Draws/Drawself

Dra/Draw/Draws/Draws/Drawself

Draw/Draw/Draws/Draws/Drawself

Draw/Drawfee/Drawfee/Drawfees/Drawfeeself

Draw/Drawfee/Drawfees/Drawfees/Drawfeeself

Drawf/Drawfee/Drawfee/Drawfees/Drawfeeself

Drawf/Drawfee/Drawfees/Drawfees/Drawfeeself

Ja/Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobself

Ja/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jac/Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jac/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jack/Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jack/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jaco/Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jaco/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jay/Jacob/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobself

Jay/Jacob/Jacobs/Jacobs/Jacobself

Juli/Julia/Julia/Julias/Juliaself

Juli/Julia/Julias/Julias/Juliaself

Julia/Julia/Julias/Julias/Juliaself

Julie/Julia/Julia/Julias/Juliaself

Julie/Julia/Julias/Julias/Juliaself

Kar/Karina/Karina/Karinas/Karinaself

Kar/Karina/Karinas/Karinas/Karinaself

Kari/Karina/Karina/Karinas/Karinaself

Kari/Karina/Karinas/Karinas/Karinaself

Karin/Karina/Karina/Karinas/Karinaself

Karin/Karina/Karinas/Karinas/Karinaself

Karina/Karina/Karinas/Karinas/Karinaself

Nath/Nathan/Nathan/Nathans/Nathanself

Nath/Nathan/Nathans/Nathans/Nathanself

Natha/Nathan/Nathan/Nathans/Nathanself

Natha/Nathan/Nathans/Nathans/Nathanself

Nathan/Nathan/Nathans/Nathans/Nathanself

#drawfevidic #visivagender #aesthetigender #mogai gender #xenogender #mogai genders #mogai stuff #mogai things #mogai community #mogai safe #mogai friendly #mogai flag #coining post #gender coin #gender coining #xenogender coin #xenogender coining #mogai coin #mogai coining

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daily-davenport · 4 years

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Today’s Davenport has some regrets.

[ID under the cut]

[Image description start. Three black and white images. The first panel featuring Taako, an elf with long braided hair, a big wizard hat and a puffy button down shirt. He is looking over the edge of a ship. There is Magnus peeking over the railing where you can see his nose and up along with his hands on the railing. Magnus is a human with dark hair and a scar over his right eye. Second panel featuring Taako and Magnus, seeing his whole face and upper body. Magnus had bushy sideburns and goatee and a rolled up button down shirt. Magnus is grabbing Taako’s shoulders yelling “MAGNUS!” Taako has a surprised expression on his face. Third panel features full bodies of Taako being lifted in the air by Magnus yelling “Put me down!” while Merle, a drawf with his hair in a messy bun yelling “Overboard! Overboard! Overboard!” with his hands in the air. Merle is also wearing a rolled up shirt with a cloth wrapped around his waist. They all have their backs to the viewer. Davenport who is facing the viewer is a dark haired gnome with a mustache and goatee with a very done look on his face as he drinks from a tea cup with a flower on it and a saucer in his other hand. He has two earrings in each ear and his hair is braided back. He is wearing a puffy shirt. End description.]

#daily davenport #captain davenport #davenport taz #thezonecast #Taako Taaco #magnus burnsides #merle hitower highchurch #mod quill #336 #trying to get some silly quick comics #i don't think magnus would throw taako overboard #but when you're bored

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tomboyjessie13 · 3 years

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Zant: *Down to his underwear and drinking Chateau Romani* Ok, five cards are up, Romani is wild, and I'm in...*puts his golden shoe on the table* 1 shoe.

Majora: *In their human form and still fully clothed, with only their boots, a left thigh high sock, choker, and hair ties missing* Me to, 1 choker. *Puts their collar on table*

Ghirahim: *Completely nude* Y'know this isn't really fair, i'm a Sword Spirit, I don't have as many clothes as you. <_<

Majora: Hey, if you can't stand the heat, vacate my cooking area, in or out?

Ghirahim: Alright I'm in...1 head. *Removes his head and puts it on the table*

Zant: Ok I'll raise you. *His hand glows*

Majora: You're gonna bet your boxer shorts? OvO

Zant: *Removes the black parts of his body, now in the form of a orb* The Shadows that cover my body...It counts, my people wear these, so it counts.

Majora: *Holds up their mask up* My mask, high quality paint, hand carved.

Zant: What about you, Ghirahim, in or out?

Ghirahim: I forgot what my cards are...*his body shows him the cards* Oh right, ok, I'll throw my hand in. *Puts his left hand on the table* X3

Majora: Cheeky, aren't we?

- Ghirahim and Zant are playing "Strip Poker" with Majora in their moon over looking Ikana's wastelands(and Majora's a cheater), inspired by a deleted scene from “Red Drawf”.

#legend of zelda #majora's mask #skyward sword #twilight princess #hyrule warriors #human!majora's mask #ghirahim #zant #incorrect quotes #red drawf #strip poker #lol

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awkward-finger-guns · 3 years

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When nuetron stars collide with other nuetron stars they become a black hole. Also the first white drawf was in a binary system and was noticed because it blocked out its counterpart, siruius A, as it orbited it

woah

i barely understand this but it sounds cool

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renee-writer · 4 years

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Songs of An Outlander Chapter 18 Home and Family

The months went by and Claire and Jenny get bigger and bigger. When they reach 7 months, they are asked by their concerned husbands to confine themselves to knitting and sewing.

“Knitting and sewing,” Jenny grumbles from her seat in the great room. Her feet are up and a pile of Ian and Wee Jamie's shirts that need repaired are beside her. “I can do much more than this!”

Claire smiles at her from the couch where she sits knitting. She has just recently picked up this skill. Her husband had taught her to her surprise. “Och Sassanech, we Scot learn to clank the needles as soon as we can hold them. Something to keep our hands busy when we can’t do other things.” She smiles as she attempts to form the soft yarn into booties.

“They know we can. But the servants have it in hand and some of the tenants wife’s are also assisting. We will have more to do then we have hands for soon. With two year old boys and newborns.” Fergus is on the cusp of two and has recently started sharing a room with his cousin of the same age.

“I ken your meaning sister. I just feel like I am doing nothing.”

“You are growing a life. That is not nothing daughter.” Brian replies as he comes in. Jenny smiles at him. “Where is Fergus?”

“Jamie has him out in the stables with the horses.” Claire bites her lips. It worries her a bit, Jamie's insistence on teaching their toddler son how to ride, feed, and brush down the ponies.

“Dinna fash Claire. Jamie has been around horses since he was younger then the lad. He will teach my grandson how to be a horse man while seeing nae harm comes to him.”

She knows he is right. Jamie will make sure their son is safe. He has a touch with the animals. A gift. He is taken that gift to start a breeding program for the infantry that both King George and King James have need of. The horses of Lallybroch have a reputation of being the best in all of the Highlands. She smiles when she thinks of all they have done since their return. The awe inspiring change in history.

Besides providing horses for King James, her Jamie and Brian have also helped him start his government. Scotland ruling herself in peace made her wellup with tears whenever she thought of it. Brian is also making, with the help of his son and son-in-law, some of the finest spirits in the distillery started just since they have returned. Jarrod is helping with the selling across Europe. Lallybroch is prosperous and growing. Her hand runs across her bump and her daughter( she firmly believes) rises to meet her.

It is getting cold and she stands, after a few attempts, and grabs the shawl. Wrapping it around her, she walks to the window. It looks like snow and she wishes Fergus in. Just when she is about to sent someone after him, Jamie walks in with a giggling Fergus hanging off his arm.

“Claire, my heart, seems I have a growth on my arm. Can you help me get it off?” Laughing with them, she lifts Fergus into her arms.

“Offf, you weigh a ton, my wee lad. I soon won't be able to lift you.” He kisses her. Her husband and son returning home, smelling of hay and the fresh crisp air, brings peace to her. He is building a smaller house, by the big house, for their growing family but she wants to stay in the big house until she delivers.

Later that night, she sits between her son and nephew. She intends to finish the story of Snow White tonight. She had to go back and catch Wee Jamie up. Fergus recalled part of the story but didn't mind hearing it again, especially the songs. He still loves to hear her sing.

“So, the animals keep trying to warn Snow White but she just doesn’t get it. Finally, they run off to get the dwarfs. Snow White takes the offered apple not aware of the evil intent of the disguised auld woman. One bite is all it takes and she falls into a sleep like death. The apple falls out of her hand and rolls across the floor.” The boys gasp. “The drawfs realize that the animals want them to follow them home. The do and find Snow White, laying as still as death on the floor. The wicked stepmother had left with a cackle after completing her evil mission. The bury her above ground in a glass coffin, see, she is far to beautiful to be hidden. Time passes and a prince hears of the beautiful princess in her glass coffin guarded by the forest animals and dwarfs. He must see her. He comes and looks upon her beauty. He must kiss her. So, he lifts the lid of the coffin and does. At the touch of his lips, she awakens! True loves kiss from her prince breaks the poisons spell.” She stops seeing the boys are both asleep.

“They love your stories.” Jamie says from the doorway.

“There are plenty more.” She lifts herself up and frowns, her hand going to her belly.

“My heart, are you alright? Is it the bairn?”

“I am okay. The baby is just kicking hard.”

He comes up and places his hands over his heaving child. “Bad form lad. Be still and give your mam a break.” He takes Claire’s hand. “Come love. Let’s to bed.”

As the winter deepened, Jenny gives birth to a lass, a fine dark haired baby they name Margaret that will be called Maggie. That is in Nov. Claire knows that her own child will be born soon and asks the midwife to stay, fearing she won't be able to travel over the snow.

Mary was back after having asked for leave to see her beau in Paris. They send Murtagh with her. She returns a few months later, on the arm of Alex Randall! It is shocking to see her with the brother of Black Jack. They soon learn he is the polar opposite of his evil brother. Right before Maggie is born, Alex comes to Jamie and asks for Mary's hand. Permission he gives. The lad has proved himself good for the lass and he is a huge help and a willing hand to help with anything asked of him.

They move into a croft on the property. She still helps with Fergus, as well as Wee Jamie and Maggie. So, she is available one snowy day when Claire’s pains start.

“Go fetch the midwife, Jenny, and Maggie. It is time.” She calmly tells Jamie. He hurries off to do it, with his heart in his throat. She had to use the loo when her waters broke.

Jenny helps her into a new shift. The commotion wakes Fergus, who comes in rubbing his eyes.

“Mam?”

“It is okay lad. Your mam is just having her baby. Come, let me read you a story.” Mary leads him back to he and Wee Jamie's room.

The midwife comes and they begin to walk, pacing off the hours of labor. She curses freely as they make laps around the room. Jamie both wishes to leave and to stay. It matters not as his wife is letting him go nowhere. She holds tight to his hand through the pain.

“I need to push!” She announces after an eternity, or so it seems. The midwife leads her to the birthing stool and she leans against Jamie and grunts under the force that desires to bring her child forth. It isn’t long before the midwife is guiding the child out.

“This a lass.” She announces as the red haired child is lifted into her mam's arms.

“A daughter, I knew it.” Said through her tears.

“You did.” An overwhelmed Jamie says as he looks down at his daughter.

“You don't mind that she isn't a boy?”

“Och nae. I've a son. She is a beauty.”

“Yes, our beautiful Iona Janet.”

She is cleaned up, her and her mam. They are placed in bed where she takes her first meal.

“I ma going to tell da he has another granddaughter.” When he and Brian returns, they find Fergus cuddled to his mam's side, staring awed at his sister. Brian's eyes fill with tears. A new granddaughter. A blessed man is he! Two bawl grandsons and now two beautiful granddaughters.

“We did good Ellen.” He whispers in his heart before he steps forward to meet the latest of his blood.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #songs of an outlander #home and family

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frankenhouse

there’s something off about the house.

now. that might be because there’s a witch living in it, but he’s pretty sure that not all witch houses look like this. wouldn’t work well with the whole ‘blending in’ thing they got going on, what with the fact it looks like several houses were assembled and then knocked down in places, with the rest being smashed together into the end result that was this… frankenhouse, for lack of a better term.

parts of the house’s outside walls weren’t even the same colour for odin’s sake. there’s no way a witch would have a house like this. it stood out too much, for one thing.

‘although,’ he thinks, looking around the area with the faintest bit of unease crawling down his spine, and it really didn’t have far to go, before snapping his attention back to the front door at the sight of those… blood soaked statuettes, hidden in the dying grass. ‘it is pretty damn remote, this place. and who sends mail to a witch through the postal service, anyway? nobody’d come here if they didn’t know it existed. frankly, I can see why she’d be confident enough to live in this kind of house.’

that was his view anyway.

but what did he know? he’s just a drawf tasked with meeting one Colleen O’ Sullivan, last of the Unspeakable Coven, to make sure she’d still follow the Witch’s Council rules.

although why an actual witch couldn’t do it was beyond him. he suspects it’s because of that interesting rumour that she was no longer just a witch, but instead something more. something… unbound by the rules of her previous kind.

he gulps. if he gets out of this relatively intact, he’s going to get very drunk. and possibly quit. maybe turn to wood carving. he’d always liked that.

but… he had a job to do.

he knocks on the door, internally wincing at the sudden shaking the walls seem to exhibit. one more reason a witch wouldn’t live in a house like this: they were unshakably paranoid about being crushed by houses.

the door opens, revealing the witch he’s meant to meet. she doesn’t seem surprised to see him, although that could’ve been because he’d been standing outside her house for ten minutes trying to work up the nerve to knock.

she looks down, arches an eyebrow. those eyes make it clear he better hurry up, otherwise there’s a good chance he’ll be leaving with less parts then he arrived with.

he coughs, opens his mouth. “Witch Council business. Ólafr at your service. permission to come in?”

not a twitch. she looks at him, face blank.

idly he thinks she could stop him from coming in with great ease. he’s very interested in making sure she doesn’t feel like doing so.

then she nods, face shifting from blank to… oddly serene, and opens the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. the door closes behind him with, he hopes, not a sound of finality, but the ordinary sound of someone shutting the damn door.

the wallpaper is peeling, he notes as he follows behind her, and yellow in places. of course, it’s also red, he hopes not from blood, and green too. he thinks it was supposed to be some creamy colour, originally.

'that observation of this being a frankenhouse was perhaps more accurate than I thought.’

that kitchen definitely looked like something out of an old house. down a step onto stone floors, with another door to leave and enter through, and so forth. lots of knives on the wall, herbs hanging down and a cookbook book that looks suspiciously like one of those human ones.

there’s a skeleton perched on the table. a very tall skeleton. he thinks it’s watching him as he walks past.

then there’s the rooms that sort of… give off the air they should have pink walls and be filled with decorated plates and crotchet experiments. not a… framed set of faerie wings, pinned like a butterfly, and an octopus candle holder that is definitely moving.

he looks at the room they stop in. it’s long, has to be to fit that impressive table.

'frankenhouse,’ he thinks with some hysteria.

the… woman who might be a witch, might be a being who thrives on madness, sits down on one side of the long table. he sits opposite.

“tea?” her expression is still serene as she speaks for the first time, her voice deeper than he’d expected, and rougher to boot, but something sharp lurks behind her eyes.

he declines the tea.

she shrugs, a clear 'suit yourself’, before clicking her fingers.

he looks down at the other end of the table when he hears small footsteps, barely stops himself from flinching when a teapot and cup, both black with white spider legs, greet him.

the cup stops in front of Colleen, tucks its legs under itself, whilst the teapot angles itself to pour.

she dismisses the pot back to where it was originally with what looks suspiciously like a pat to its side, like a dog, and another click of her fingers.

“so,” she looks at him and, for the first time since putting it on, that serene mask breaks with a wide grin, 'what can I do for the esteemed Witch’s Council?’

'her voice is rather mocking,’ he notes distantly, more interested with the sharp teeth she was currently displaying.

'yep. definitely getting drunk. definitely quitting.’

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#writing #dlwp #chara colleen #this was a thinly veiled excuse to write about colleen's... house #that grew a life of its own #q #writeblr

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