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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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im inflicting this stupid idea. suffer
Vaggie unknowingly taking her 7,777th life with her spear, from a mix of demon and angel victims, and suddenly the spear she was holding is gone and there's an infant CHILD in her hands-
tiny gray demon tail wrapping around her wrist, little steel grey horns poking out of white hair, soft fluffy grey wings fluttering on it's back
Vaggie, holding the child at arm's length: "Uh. Charlie...?"
Charlie: "Busy fighting, be right there!"
Vaggie: "Charlie. Baby."
Charlie: "Yeah??"
Charlie: "No. Not 'Charlie babe'- Charlie. BABY."
Charlie: "I mean I kinda like 'babe' better, not gonna lie, but-"
Charlie: "...."
Charlie: "Vaggie. Baby."
Vaggie: "Baby."
Charlie: "Where-"
Vaggie: "Spear."
Charlie: "SPEAR?!"
Vaggie: "h e l p." (baby coos and makes grabby claws at her) "C h a r l i e, h e l p !"
Charlie: "Shit, fuck- support their head! Support their head!!"
Vaggie: "H- ow???"
Charlie: "Like- it's like when you're cleaning your spear!"
Vaggie: (cradling baby) "It's got hold of my HAIR-"
Charlie: "-ohhhh my fffff-"
Vaggie: "Don't SWEAR in front of it!!!"
Charlie: "-fffather that's an actual baby. That's uhhh. That's a... We need to- BATTLE CANCELED! BATTLE CANCELED WE'VE GOT A BABY ON THE FIELD!!!"
Lute: "a WHAT!?"
Lucifer: "OH SPECTACULAR! Congratulations!!!"
Lucifer: "....wait."
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 111
Y’all know H2O? Where some people get cursed to turn into merfolk whenever they get water on them? That, but replace water with ectoplasm and merfolk with naga. 
No, Bruce has no idea how they managed to get cursed or how he ended up with an armful of baby snake-person creature thing. At least this one isn’t black-hair and blue-eyes so his kids can’t complain at him. And it’s not his fault they all fell into this, this was supposed to be a vacation while Lucious, Alfred, and Gordon kept an eye on things back in Gotham. 
On the bright side, his children want to snuggle up for once, which he supposes is nice. And Damian seems pleased about it judging by his rambles about snakes. So there’s that. 
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wispscribbles · 7 months
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Inspirered by art I saw from @sparky-draws and also this fic, I decided to do some ghoap warrior cats designs of my own 🐱
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prompt-master · 1 month
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Every single day of my life I think about a Kaito Kid shrinks AU where Shinichi is known for having beef with a 7 year old
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ky-landfill · 2 years
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Tim & Jason
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rhinocio · 1 year
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little brother-proof
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triona-tribblescore · 3 months
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WHAT DO THE TURTLE GUARDIANS LOOK LIKE WHEN THEY GET MAD?!
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FOUND THE PERFECT IMAGE ON TWITTER TO RESPOND TO THIS
FUCKING GLOCK-
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zu-is-here · 1 year
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as it should be
[3/5] ★ Happy anniversary Dreamtale ★
Dream & Nightmare by jokublog
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fox-mulder-gets-pegged · 10 months
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Been spending my time lately thinking of a House MD au where, through a series of accidents and lies and a bet he didn't rly intend to win, House ends up as a registered foster parent (he's still addicted to Vicodin and his normal dickish workaholic self but for some reason he cleared the requirements and trust me he's as stunned and mildly concerned as everyone else is).
Through further Shenanigans™, he ends up accidentally getting handed fostership of not one, not two, but three hellish but brilliant kids:
1. This total smartass 16 year old named Robert Chase who yeah he's a bitchy teenaged boy and a former rich kid and Australian with enough mommy and daddy issues to reawaken Freud after his dad dipped and absconded all parental rights and his mom drank herself to death, but he's also got a nice car left over from his rich kid days and an eye for detail and weirdly enough his best friend/mortal enemy (some other teen named Eric Foreman) and his on again off again girlfriend (Allison Cameron, totally won't last if u ask House) both work at the hospital as a candy striper and after school in the cafeteria respectively so House can get all the inside gossip from Chase. Plus Chase has no problems breaking and entering into patient's homes which helps bc since he's not employed by the hospital Cuddy can't complain as far as House is concerned.
2. A 14 year old girl who only answers to Thirteen (House knows he could look her name up in her file but honestly it drives Chase nuts that she won't tell him her real name and that's good enough for him) and who's dad was declared unfit after the death of his wife to Huntington's devastated him. She's a total nightmare, snarky and quick witted and freakishly smart even tho she puts most of those smarts towards things like shaving Chase's entire head (eyebrows included) bc he's trying to grow a sucky teenage mustache, and trying to take House's wallet bc she keeps calling him Old Man and he informed her he's actually only 25 but the stress of fostering has aged him prematurely and she's like 95% sure that's a lie but she wants to check his license and make sure bc everyone lies. She loves tormenting Chase by telling him his best friend and/or his girlfriend is hot and asking if they're single.
And 3. This 6 year old boy named Lawrence Kutner who's weirdly cheerful considering his parents got killed in front of him. He's way too chatty and excellent at puzzles and the only morning person in the entire house and therefore frequently tries to make breakfast (he likes to be helpful and he hasn't burned the place down yet so House doesn't feel the need to stop him). Once he told House he was gonna build a Death Star in the living room and House said lol sure go ahead whatever, only to return home from work to discover Kutner called himself out from school and has a huge wooden frame made of broken furniture in the living room. House rly can't argue since he did say go ahead. Benefits of fostering a 6 year old are 1. The babes love it, 2. Free excuse to leave work early/come in late/not show up at all, and 3. Justification for buying juice boxes and Ritz crackers. The neighbor kid Taub is his go to babysitter bc his mom volunteered him forcibly and Taub is lowkey praying that babysitting Kutner could lead to an in at Princeton Plainsboro once he graduates high-school and finishes medical school (it won't, House doesn't believe in nepotism unless it benefits him).
The adventures of House and his Foster Ducklings mostly revolve around being a Found Family, but do involve frequent plots such as:
House fired his brand new fellows again (he tosses em every three or so months, he hasn't found The Right Team yet) and will sometimes bring his foster kids in, hand em doctors coats, and tell patients that they're just a bunch of medical savants here to consult yes even the 6 year old he's actually Harvard's youngest graduate ever.
House sends the kids to break into a patient's home. They refuse. House tells them the first one to find black mold or lead paint or a dead animal or whatever gets $20. They agree. Chase drops Thirteen and Kutner off at a bus stop across town and drives over himself so he can get an hour and a half head start (ultimate fuck them kids moment, however Thirteen did steal his wallet so guess who's paying for lunch and their taxi ride to the patient's house? Net loss.)
Cuddy demands House does his clinic hours. House sends his foster kids to do his clinic hours for him. Tfw you go to the free walk in clinic for a sore throat and a cough and your doctor is a 6 year old boy who keeps asking for help with spelling whilst filling out your chart.
Wilson babysits them one (1) time since House doesn't trust Chase not to throw a party or sell his foster siblings on eBay if left as the one in charge. He wakes up with a big strip of hair poorly bleached right down the middle. Chase crushed up stolen sleeping pills and mixed them into a juice box, which Kutner 'innocently' offered to Wilson. Thirteen was going to bleach and dye his whole head blue (for practice, she wants to dye her hair but she's certainly not gonna fuck up her own hair until she has the method down) but Wilson woke up pretty quickly due to years of House drugging him. Wilson has not offered to babysit again.
Anyways this is my House Foster Ducklings au which I'm thinking about actually writing. Thank u 🫡
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acoraxia · 4 months
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reading more on erlang really solidifies the fact he could also, technically, be a wreck of a man
Also his statue depicts him as bulkier and my dumbass saw that and went “omg dad bod” so that’s what we’re dealing with now folks edit:: TYPO LMAO also Erlang should have more body hair ngl im not a coward i can admit to the fact hes uncle-shaped
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CashApp // Ko-Fi
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nicktoonsunite · 2 years
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i found art of my old nicktoons band au i did in 2012 and decided to redraw it (old pic under the cut)
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jimmy and danny’s instruments were switched though bc i think danny fits better as the bassist and jimmy actually can play the guitar in one episode LOL
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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So in love with the "Canival Town Vaggie" AU, but that lead to a thought. In Alastor's first song he puts Vaggie in a certain outfit that people have noticed shows up later. This time, Vaggie would recognize "You dressed me up as Susan!?"
what with Alastor kinda being Vaggie's live-in Susan, she might take it as a compli-
WAIT
WHAT IF SUSAN WAS LIKE VAGGIE'S GRUMPY BITCH CANIBAL GRANDMA?? WHAT IF THE ONLY PERSON SUSAN DIDN'T HECKLE WAS VAGGIE????
like- like vaggie, in the hotel in canon SHE'S the one getting pissed and frustrated and and and the one being realistic (pessimistic???) about stuff, STRICT, judgmental (to anyone not charlie) like imagine her meeting Susan like "Wow. mean granny says it like it is" and Susan latching onto her "I'VE ONLY HAD THIS SNARKY JADED GRANDDAUGHTER FOR /FIVE MINUTES/, AND IF ANYONE LOOKS AT HER WEIRD, IM EATING THEM AND THEN EVRYONE ELSE IN CANNIBAL TOWN"
can you imagine mom/aunt Rosie struggling valiantly to be supportive and have Vaggie's evil granny over for tea steeped in the skull of earl Grey, CAN YOU IMAGINE CHARLIE TRYING SO HARD TO BE NICE TO HER GIRLFRIEND'S GRANGRAN BUT ONLY EARNING SUSAN'S RESPECT WHEN SHE CRACKS AND CALLS HER A BITCH
(and Vaggie grinning and CHEERING HER for it???)AND THEN SUSAN IS GIRNNING TOO, LEANING OVER TO HER GRANDAUGHTER AND GROWLING
"oh i see why you like her now~" - "that's not why, granny chops, but yeah. she's great"
WHILE CHARLIE SITs THERE, TRYING NOT TO REACH OVER AND THROTTLE THIS OLD LADY THAT HER GF CLEARLY LOVES
even in hell no one can figure out how this (healthy?) (happily fucked up??) granddaughter / grandmother relationship works!!!! they just know they'll find Vaggie and Susan standing in a corner of the party, smirking / grinning with too many teeth together as they trade sick burns about everyone else there! (especially Alastor) (and excepting Charlie once Susan decides she might almost be worthy of dating her sad emotionally burnt dropout angel vegetation grandchild)
the non-cannibal vegetation diet thing is ONLY part of Vaggie that Susan ever picks on, and it's only because she's WORRIED Vaggie will fall off the flesh is she doesn't eat human three times daily in the special way Granny kills it~
original au credit to @sunsetcougar
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bartholomew-junior · 3 months
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wooooo revived!clover! i have so many thoughts abt this au and they cannot all fit here so take some doodles
@brewingcoffi
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wanghyunjiin · 10 months
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—movie night, bc.
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pairing — bf!Chan x afab!reader
plot— Chris gets needy, and the movie can wait.
word count - 1.2k
content - teasing, oral (f receiving), facesitting, petnames (baby, princess)
warnings — sexual content, 18+ ONLY
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Movie night was going about as well as you had thought it would.
You were in the kitchen making popcorn for the third time, your boyfriend still sprawled out on the couch. The first bowl had been devoured quickly, both of you opting to chow down on the salty snack rather than attempting to make dinner—which neither of you were very good at, so this seemed like the better idea—and the second had been flipped onto the floor when Chris fell victim to a jump scare.
You walked back into the room only to find he’d now gotten very comfortable and decided to take up the entire couch with his legs stretched out across the half you had previously been sitting on. You raised an eyebrow at the man in question, Chris now looking at you after hearing your footsteps.
“I’m glad you’re comfy, so where am I supposed to sit?” One hand resting on your hip, the other still holding the freshly popped snack.
Chris turned to lay flat on his back against the seat cushions, legs still taking up your seat. He laced his fingers behind his head and cocked an eyebrow, a small smirk now making an appearance.
“My face is pretty comfy, and this seat isn’t taken.”
He made a kissy face, and you couldn’t tell where the joke ended.
With a roll of your eyes, you walked over to the couch and tapped the side of his thigh with the back of your hand. “Very funny, move your legs so we can start the next movie.”
Sitting up now, Chris grabbed your wrist, stroking your soft skin in circles with his thumb.
“Who said I was joking?”
You froze for a second. Surely he didn’t-
Before you could finish that thought, Chris had pulled you towards him, sending the bowl of popcorn—that you still hadn’t set down for some reason—flying through the air. Now you were straddling his lap,  your hands resting on his shoulders to keep yourself upright while his had moved down to grip your waist.
“Chris! I’m not cleaning that up, you bette-“
He cut you off again, pressing his plush lips to yours firmly with a light chuckle. Thumbs now rubbing up and down over the soft skin of your hips, as his hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of them was always so comforting. Pulling you tighter against his chest, Chris deepened the kiss. His tongue trailed across your lower lip before biting it softly, earning a small moan from you. You brought your fingers up to card through his thick hair, pressing yourself against him.
Chris’ tongue pushed between your lips, taking dominance over your own. His hands slid down from your hips slowly, making their way around you and down over the soft curve of your ass. He squeezed firmly, moaning into your mouth at just how well he could feel the soft flesh through the thin sleep shorts you opted to wear—the ones that always leave him begging to fuck you—and lifted his right hand only to drop it back on your ass with a light smack.
Smirking against your mouth from the soft whimper he swallowed, Chris pulled his lips away from yours reluctantly. His eyes now dark, as they raked over your body hungrily.
“You liked that? You naughty girl.” He drawled, voice now even huskier, sending heat straight to your core.
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to quip back. Your fingers released their hold on his bleached locks and slid down over his shoulders to rest against his firm chest, curling around the soft fabric of his shirt. Rocking your hips lightly against him to relieve the ache in your core, you felt Chris growing hard beneath you, a groan parting his lips at the friction.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good…” He panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment before lifting and pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “You wanna sit on my face, Princess? I haven’t tasted you in so long.”
Mind now clouded with lust, you nod eagerly. Eyes fixated on his now slightly swollen lips and the way his tongue poked out to drag across them, leaving them damp and glistening, your mind going straight into the gutter. You were lucky, one of Chris’ favourite things to do in bed was go down on you. He told you from the beginning that it turned him on so much just watching the way you writhed and begged for more, and you weren’t planning on turning it down any time soon.
Now with your approval, you were being pushed up towards your boyfriend’s face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he brought your core to hover above him.
“You’re so wet for me baby… You soaked right through your shorts too.”
A soft chuckle escaped Chris’ lips as he dragged his nose along the damp patch between your thighs. You whimper in embarrassment at how needy you look and instinctively try to press your thighs together.
“Ah ah ahhh…” Chris tightens his grip on your thighs to hold them open for him “Don’t be shy Princess, do you want me to make you cum?”
“Y-yes, please…” You whispered, loud enough for him to just about hear you, and that was all Chris needed.
With two long, slender fingers, he pushed your shorts and panties to the side. His eyes take in your soaked pink lips hungrily, before licking a thick stripe up your slit, relishing in how sweet you tasted.
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby, and your pussy is so pretty.” He purrs, drinking in how fucked out you already look when he’s barely even touched you. You feel yourself getting even wetter—if it were possible—at the sight of your boyfriend under you, his plush lips already coated in your arousal.
His tongue is back against your pussy, now lapping at your swollen clit—sucking the sensitive bud between his lips—forcing a loud cry of pleasure to escape your parted lips in between heavy pants. You felt a finger join Chris’ tongue and drag through your folds, gathering your wetness to lubricate it before pushing inside you slowly.
“Shit- you’re so tight..” He mumbled, pulling his mouth away from you for a moment to take in the sight of his finger disappearing into your heat, another long digit joining the first after he felt you relax around it.
Bringing his mouth back to your sopping wet core, you felt his lips wrap around your sensitive bud once more—your eyes rolling back, and back arching with your fingers raked through his hair—as he sucked harshly, feeling you tighten around his fingers he knew you were close.
Curling his digits inside you, Chris flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head from side to side. The new sensation brought up a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, whispered curses leaving your lips- repeating like a mantra as your orgasm built up.
With a final curl of his fingers brushing just the right spot inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, pleasure washing over you as your thighs trembled. You heard Chris moan deliciously, tasting your release coating his tongue, your essence drenching his lips and a small trail escaping the corner of his mouth.
He slowly pulled his fingers from you, a whimper leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. Chris left a soft, wet kiss on your inner thigh before releasing you from his grip.
Panting softly, you looked around.
“Fuck, there’s popcorn everywhere.”
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solazu1 · 13 days
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i can finally focus on my au’s and school now that all my shows are overrrrr yay!! Anyway here’s a swap Au I made that I really like, It’s named wooden beetles :3
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Feel free to yk.. give me asks about the Au… maybe… me thinks…I will lore and infodump gladly..
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puppetmaster13u · 12 hours
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Prompt 296
Through a series of miscommunication, the League is now under the impression that Batman, strange cryptid that he is, may or may not have given birth to the other vigilantes running around in Gotham. This was not helped by Bruce referring to all of his children, no matter how big they get, as his babies. Nor was it helped by Red Robin, in the middle of a narcolepsy-fueled imminent crash, mentioned how he had no mother. 
It also doesn’t help that no one is aware that they are in fact completely normal people, and not aspects of Gotham itself brought to life. Though really that’s on the bats themselves, because at this point they should at least count as undead. 
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