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maomango-doodle · 2 months
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Jazz puns, am I right?
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Some random doodles
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raepliica · 9 months
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liauditore · 5 months
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it's gotta be you.
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willowser · 7 months
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katsuki manages to take halloween off for the first four years of your daughter's life but he has to miss out on her fifth and he won't show it but he's devastated 🥺
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calicocas · 2 months
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healing touch ✹
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popsicle-stick · 1 year
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here it is. the unhinged thing i've been sitting on
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biocrafthero · 7 days
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(Isn't this.. what you wanted?)
Song: "Bad Bad Things" by AJJ
Supernova AU by @startagainaprologue
YouTube Link
Specific frames I'll be thinking about forever as well
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iceman-soup · 5 months
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amab reader x bot!rudy
Who would've guessed that the Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra had a thing for your spit? Well, nobody, apart from you, of course - and even then you didn't know until he was underneath you on your bed, the tip of your cock just entering his ass, asking shyly for you to spit in his mouth, to use him and make him your good boy.
And as always, you find it incredibly hard to resist his flustered face, agreeing and immediately leaning down to kiss his neck; the same time as you push the rest of the way into him, smirking at his moans.
Tilting his chin up with a finger and easing his mouth open, all gentle whilst moving your hips at a slow rhythm. Kissing him and drooling into his mouth as you break apart, eyes fixed on his as they widen a little then flutter half-closed, his hand reaching to touch his cock.
"Más, cariño," he pleads, hand pumping quickly as your own pace speeds up. His face goes red again as he parts his lips, tongue timidly poking out a little in encouragement. Pressing a small kiss to his Adam's apple, you lick a stripe up his skin, heart skipping a beat at his loud groan. Pulling back to build up saliva then harshly, suddenly spitting in his mouth, slamming into him harder.
"Tragas," you order, thrusts becoming harder and sloppier as you reach your climax. He does as you ask, his own cum spilling over his stomach, moaning and gasping and looking up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes. "Good boy, corazón, my love."
Tapping his chin so you can drool in his mouth again as you cum, forehead resting on his cheek, tongue tracing his agape lips whilst you fill him up. Feeling him clench around you as you pull out, panting and mumbling almost incoherently for more.
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mokulule · 1 year
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The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 6
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5
Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence
Bruce sighed, absently feeling the air on his hands folded in front of his face. He stared unseeingly ahead. His frowned deeply, at a loss of what to do. Worry picked at his self control.
Something was up with Jason. Ever since the other night, something had happened between the thief and Jason. It had left him unsettled and off balance, that much was obvious. They’d all been able to see it.
Now, today, Jason had lost control. He’d been agitated of course, but Bruce hadn’t expected the outburst. Jason was usually good at managing his anger these days, at least in the family. He didn’t get physical with them anymore in anger. Except today Jason had suddenly pulled him up by the shirt, and Bruce had honestly expected him to punch him. Jason had shaken it off, but then he’d fled.
The urge to move, to do something, itched at him. He wanted to get answers, but confronting Jason was out of the question. Their truce was fragile, and it seemed every time he spoke to Jason he said the wrong thing. He didn’t know what to do except control the urge to go after his son. He couldn’t fight his demons for him. He could only try not to make it worse.
And so he sat there, staring, unseeing.
Dick’s footsteps, came down the stairs, easily recognizable: light and almost dancing to a rhythm only he could hear, skipping a step every now and then.
“Hey B, thought you were going golfing with the mayor, keeping up the old appearances and all that” he greeted brightly, as ever immune to Bruce’s mood. Or maybe Alfred sent him down to deal with him, that was also an option.
“Oh I love these,” Dick reached forward over Bruce’s shoulder to grab a protein bar from the backpack. He opened it and started to eat it without hesitation.
“Dick,” Bruce sighed, “this is evidence.”
Dick snorted and leaned on the console so he could look at Bruce. “You’re serious.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
Dick snorted again, of course Bruce was serious, then he pulled the backpack over and started rooting through it. Much to Bruce’s exasperation he opened another protein bar.
“Dick, they could be drugged.”
“As if you’d have let me take the first one if that was the case,” Dick mumbled around the mouthful of granola. Bruce mentally conceded the point.
“Anyways,” Dick swallowed and continued, reading the name tag on the inside of the backpack, “Danny Fenton, who’s that?”
Bruce sighed.
“The thief.”
“The Ghost!?” Dick looked up in excitement, “so we have a name now?”
“Presumably, it may not originally have been his backpack.”
“True, doesn’t help much either does it? Danny is very common and Fenton may not be Johnson, but it’s not exactly unique.”
“I haven’t looked it up yet.”
Dick narrowed his eyes.
“This has anything to do with why you’re brooding?”
Silence stretched between them, but Dick could be surprisingly patient when he wanted to. There was no point in dragging things out, it wasn’t a secret, Dick could easily find out through the surveillance if he wanted, Bruce would rather he didn’t.
“Jason was the one who delivered the backpack.”
“Ah.” There was the worried frown Bruce would have liked to avoid. He leaned down a bit to better face Bruce.
“You had a fight?” The question was posed carefully, softly, not betraying any inkling what he thought of that, in a way to gently pry the answer from Bruce, but Bruce knew his eldest son well enough to know he was already mentally running damage control options. That was Dick, always trying to keep their family together tooth and nail. There was a soft pang of appreciation in his chest he couldn’t articulate, instead he focused on the problem at hand.
“He’s convinced the thief needs help, I don’t actually disagree.”
Dick sat back in realization, his eyes flickered to the backpack and its sorry spoils.
“But he could still be working for someone,” Dick recited with a sigh, it was an old lesson. One he knew Jason wouldn’t have appreciated, not if he felt Bruce was dismissing his concerns. “B.”
“I know.”
Do you? Dick’s eyebrows asked, but he had the grace not to actually say it. He clapped Bruce on the shoulder instead, squeezing slightly.
“He’ll warm back up.”
“You think so?” He asked unable to look up at Dick.
“Hey,” Dick said brightly in a way that naturally drew attention to him, “we’ve come back from worse.” And there was that bright smile and that pang of appreciation was back, along with another warm feeling in his chest: hope.
“Well, I gotta get going, I’ve got work tomorrow. Just gotta grab a few more of these.”
And the feeling was gone.
“Dick.”
“We shouldn’t waste perfectly good food, B, also they’re W-Mark exclusives, they don’t have them in Blüdhaven.” He grinned, pockets stuffed with contraband. Invariably reminding Bruce of a younger version with pockets full of candy he’d been denied. Brat already knew he had won. Bruce waved him off with a sigh.
Dick practically skipped towards the stairs. Then he paused.
“Oh and B, if I was you, I’d check the phone at the bottom of the bag. It’s not a brand I recognize.”
With that he was off.
Bruce stared after him. Pride warred with annoyance. He’d been so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed Dick checking out the bag more thoroughly than the cursory look he himself had done when Jason had handed it to him.
He grabbed the bag and rooted around a bit, and just as Dick had said, there was a phone.
He pulled it out, and turned it over in his hands. It was made from dark blue plastic. The logo on the back, a stylized V in front of a globe, wasn’t one he recognized. It looked old and scuffed, had actual buttons and a jarringly small screen when you were used to modern smartphones.
It was also out of power.
With how old it looked, it was unlikely cordless charging was an option. He looked at the bottom edge where there was an actual mini headphone jack, along with what he assumed was the charging port - it wasn’t a type he recognized.
He frowned and got up. He wouldn’t be too late for his meeting with the mayor if he left now, not something he couldn’t brush off as eccentric forgetfulness at least.
He could drop the phone off at Tim’s on the way. Tim would get the phone working one way or another.
Oo o oO
Danny stayed underneath the pavement long after the not-ghost had left. The feeling of almost giving in was a crawling like ants underneath his skin. The threat of almost capture was like a noose around his neck - if they captured him, if they managed to contain him, he would never get home.
Eventually the bone deep tiredness of using his powers too much hit him, and he dragged himself back to his haunt, invisibly and intangibly, because he’d had much too much excitement today. He was raw and empty inside when he dropped onto his blanket pile and rolled up. He would get food some other day. Never mind that he was completely out. It wouldn’t end his existence, just weaken him. Ghosts at the core ran on willpower, and Danny wanted to go home.
A small squeak and rustle, had him opening his eyes a crack and turning his head to look to the far side of the room. There the rat was going his trash, the packaging probably still smelled like food.
He huffed and closed his eyes again. If he got truly desperate he could always eat the rat - It wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d eaten.
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Sorry, it's not the longest part this time, but we got to appreciate a few other characters, yay! Hope you enjoyed, cause Danny sure isn't enjoying himself.
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loganslowdown4 · 10 days
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Remus: Hey Thomas, hey, so like, what would happen, if, this is so funny, if you like just put your hand, haha, in that blender you’re using right now, huh??
Thomas: Uhhhh—
Logan: *barges in; starts spraying Remus with a spritzer like a bad cat* NO! NO! That’s a bad Remus! BAD!
Remus: *hisses* F- FUCK! okok, aaaAAHHH GOD STOP WITH THE SOAP FUCKK-
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flymmsy · 1 month
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nat-20s · 4 months
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Runaway Bride is so funny because The Doctor is like "lmao you're not fucking important or special or smart why would you matter???" to Donna and then like four hours later he would've fucking killed himself if she wasn't around.
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thatnerdydino · 2 years
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all my grief says the same thing:
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
this isn't how it's supposed to be.
and the world laughs.
holds my hope by the throat.
says:
but this is how it is
- Fortesa Latifi
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closeups + more below
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back again at black heart altar
hooo boy this piece. took a bit to get it to where I was happy with it; I even preemptively designed their clothing, which is something I never do for any of my art. and I'm very very happy with the outcome :D
initially I wanted Ren's cape to be gray (like his 3rd life skin), with the blood dripping down staining it red and forming the pattern of the dogwarts banner. sadly though I couldn't make it work :[ still incorporated the blood motifs though hehe
oh and the lunar eclipse is a direct contrast to the full moon under which Ren was decapitated crowned the Red King by Martyn :]
here's the (hastily made) ref sheet I did for their clothing
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₊ ⊹ Adult WLW Manga ⊹ ₊
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How Do We Relationship - Set in college - Band lesbians - Angsty
Run Away With Me Girl - Maki fell in love with her girlfriend in high school, but when graduation came their relationship went. Years later, they meet again with the love never having faded - Maki's love interest is now married and pregnant! Is she really happy though?
Days of Love at Seagull Villa - Mayumi runs away from her ex fiancé and asshole bff to the countryside - At first, she refuses to open up to anyone. However, she eventually grows to accept the manager of her housing complex and her little sister - Found lgbt family!
I Married My Best Friend to Shut My Parents Up - Machi is a working woman who doesn't wanna settle down with some man; However, her parents want her to have a traditional life. Instead, she marries her best friend! - Short, fast read
I Don't Know Which One Is Love - Soraike is determined to find a girlfriend in college, but she didn't know she'd have so many options!| - Yuri harem / romance comedy
Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon - Two asexual women who meet at the office fall for another - Kinda angsty but with doughnuts
Trying Out Marriage With My Female Friend - Don't worry, they gay - Marriage pact
There are definitely more, these are just some I've read! Hope you enjoy <3
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kishidoodle · 17 days
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After CCA
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ihhfhonao3 · 7 months
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Look, I love a good media theory as much as the next guy, but so many of them, especially theories for kids shows, are lowkey ableist.
“Dark things you never knew about Fairly OddParents! Number one: Timmy is schizophrenic!”
“Dark fact: Owl from Winnie the Pooh has NPD!!”
“Scary theory says that Sandy from SpongeBob has Borderline Personality Disorder!”
Like I’m sorry if you maybe overlooked the implications of what you were saying, but are you implying that disorders, disabilities and divergences are “scary” and “dark?” Because I’m not sure that’s a hill you want to die on.
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