Tumgik
#idk how to even tag this??
Having some yenfri thoughts...
#this is nowhere near cohesive enough to write out but I'm just going to vent fractions of thoughts#first: the power struggle bc they both tend to lean more dom BUT they both also enjoy fighting for control#like it's very normal for them to have lots of dynamic shifts during their foreplay ex. the one being more physically restricted (held down#/ laid on / being carried or held in place / etc etc) deciding nah they want a turn in charge and adjusting their positions as they see fit#and sometimes if one of them is particularly needing the other to be gentle they'll give in easily and make it clear they want to be taken#care of and guided#can also definitely see either but especially renfri keeping the physical position of less control but taking charge through actions#ex. unexpected biting or teasing by holding back etc etc#also: this paricular bit is seared into my mind so allow me to share#yenfri pillowfort night w lots of blankets and pillows#heavy makeout session ensues things are heating up and whatnot#maybe earlier in the day yen was teasing renfri about her not having smooth moves or something#anyway the part that's seared in my head is: all in one continuous motion renfri grabbing the blanket yen is sitting on while tossing a#spare pillow behind yen then renfri yanking the blanket towards her causing yen to fall back AND as she's falling renfi leans forward and#catches herself with the hand used to toss the pillow with her face inches from yen's#can you imagine the shocked (and incredibly turned on) look on yen's face and the (fucking devastating) smirk renfri would throw her?!!!#'what's that about me not being smooth?' or some other snide comment#like... save me from my own thoughts (but also don't) anyway i love them#idk how to even tag this??#yenfri#posted
15 notes · View notes
noelledeltarune · 7 months
Text
EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
69K notes · View notes
somerandomdudelmao · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Let me show you one of my original concepts :>
Because. Why not haha👍
Characters refs Masterpost
Next
8K notes · View notes
jeanivere · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
sketch feat. the tweets that inspired it
tell me you guys get it tho like why is he built
Tumblr media Tumblr media
20K notes · View notes
7roaches · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea
8K notes · View notes
hypoel · 19 days
Text
Tumblr media
im not even sorry
3K notes · View notes
white-weasel · 1 year
Text
Funniest bit of the dnd movie is Xenk clearly being an NPC the DM introduced for lore and plot purposes who’s a competent fighter because of course he is, his reputation and backstory require it. But whoopsies the DM made him too powerful, the whole party likes him, and now they want him to come with to fight the BBEG which will completely and utterly fuck up the encounter balance
So instead of there being any actual plot reason he can’t join Xenk just says “I can’t. This is something only you can do.” And then walks off, never to interact with the party again because the DM just knows those little shits will find a way to use their OP creation against them
18K notes · View notes
denkisauce · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
best genre of photo actually
29K notes · View notes
kanrix · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mhm
3K notes · View notes
thevoidstaredback · 29 days
Text
It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?
Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.
Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.
"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.
Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.
Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.
"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"
Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"
The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."
Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"
Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"
Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."
"Billy."
"No last name?"
"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"
He had to give it to him. "Touché."
Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.
The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.
"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"
Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."
The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.
Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."
"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"
Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"
The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"
The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.
"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.
"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.
"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"
"Magic."
"I guessed that much."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Will you teach me?"
"No."
"You didn't even think about it!"
"Okay," He paused. "No."
"Not fair." he pouted.
Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."
Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"
Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."
"Why not!"
"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."
"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.
Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."
Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"
The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.
"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."
Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"
Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"
He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."
Part 2 Part 4
(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)
Tag list: @zaiothe4th
1K notes · View notes
bulldagger-bait · 8 months
Text
I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!
(reblog for a bigger sample size etc)
5K notes · View notes
ruporas · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
🍉
CareforGaza Twit / Pious Projects Gaza / Guide for e-SIM donation
STATUS: CLOSED.
1K notes · View notes
unsalve · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
baldur's gate 3 + @screenshotsofdespair
2K notes · View notes
forgettable-au · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
In case you're curious this is all art related to my AU!
Art/mini comics dump
Papyrus does NOT like hotland, something about that place really gets on his nerves...
Second one is just based on a crack comic I made when I FIRST made this au lmao, wanted to redraw it and post it. It's not serious at all
Then some concept art:D
1K notes · View notes
heyitskoye · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
Roman Roy dog symbolism I might be going crazy spinning in circles
578 notes · View notes
sundercr · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
robot fuckers are hootin and hollerin rn
1K notes · View notes