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orange-artist · 22 days
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Happy eclipse day, it made me think about your au lol
Imagine the sound of Sabo moving as a cinderblock being dragged against concrete
I started wheezing in class because of this, oh my god, thank you whery this made my day holy shit. Just the deep screech sound I can hear in my head with that description...
Happy eclipse day! 😂🎉
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good-yonji-au · 7 months
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Can we get a moment of Yonji accidently pissing someone off and hiding behind Sanji?
it would be funny
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hehe
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doodly-monk · 9 months
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Been awhile when asking some questions in Tumblr so here it goes..
Which Papa Louie characters you think deserve more love/attention that haven't gotten it as much/at all? At least some of my faves are liked but I feel like Kasey O deserves to stand out more because she simply rocks. But let me hear your thoughts!
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orange-pheels · 9 months
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would love to show you how beautiful you are by having you in front of a mirror so you can see as i leave kisses and hickeys all over your body and eventually finger fucking you but making sure you keep your eyes open so you can see the pretty faces you make when youre close <3
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that sounds so good. it started when we were having a little make out session in our queer sized bed, and you suddenly got an idea! and you slowly pushed me towards the part of our bed where you can see the mirror, a gorgeous full length one, that you chose <3 and you make me sit there, left wondering what's to happen next.
just wait my love.
only when you sit behind me — your thighs hugging my hips from the back, me being able to feel your warm and wet core right at where my butt starts, your breasts pushing into my back, and your hands on me — that's when i realise what you're about to do. and my pussy throbs at the thought.
keep your eyes open baby, i can't have you miss a single bit.
your mouth latches onto my nape, sucking at my favourite spot, leaving spit and red sucked skin in it's wake. your hands find my breasts, and play with them and my nipples, rubbing, squeezing, pinching and slapping them. i moan out loud and let you touch me more. everytime i almost close my eyes out of bliss and you kiss them open.
now's the part you've been waiting for. watch well.
your fingers find my pussy, already so wet and so warm, you slowly touch my thighs, grab them and leave marks as you move closer and closer. your other hands keeps playing with my breasts, wrapping around my neck sometimes to choke me a little. you open my labia, dragging your fingers along their length. and you touch my clit. i shudder and lean back into you, your soft skin making me feel like melting. you play with it, and as you continue downwards i can see your hands dripping with my wetness. and then you push in a finger. my hips jut forward and i let out a cry. you keep adding fingers and going deeper, rubbing my spots just right, going in and out, changing the pace randomly, never letting me expect what's next.
i whimper out, I- I'm.. so close fuck-
i cum into your hands, cum leaking down your fingers, you spread it through my entire pussy, and continue fucking me more. slower now, to help me get down from my high and milk it out, and you make sure I'm watching it all with hooded eyes. you bring your cum drenched hand upwards and put it in your mouth. you kiss me then, making me taste it too.
you gently touch my body again, caresses and strokes as you take me by the shoulder and fall back onto the bed. soon we get cozy and slowly make out some more.
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1
[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]
As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.
The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”
It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.
Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.
It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.
They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.
He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.
After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.
And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.
Well, usually, it’d be trash.
Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.
“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”
Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.
Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.
Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.
“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.
“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”
Danny waved vaguely.
“…What are you?”
“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.
“…”
Neither, apparently, was the answer.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”
“…I see.”
“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”
With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.
Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.
“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”
Batman nodded once, sharply.
“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.
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Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.
And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.
When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.
“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”
“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.
“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”
Batman sighed. “What are you?”
Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.
“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”
Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.
“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”
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Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf
Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)
Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)
Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)
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Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*
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Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:
Sea spirits
Sea vampires
How to parent supernatural kids
How to thank your sea child
Are shells a good gift?
Ocean conservation efforts
Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight
Sea spirits that cleans up beaches
Wayne corporation waste disposal
Companies that dump trash into the sea
*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*
What is “mean girls”
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Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:
Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*
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stealingpotatoes · 5 months
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I was thinking of how every time I see Cal with a blue lightsaber I'm confused (even if thats his canon colour) bc I mostly play with yellow/orange and see people thag play with those colours
SO imagine Cal in TL4J just showing up one day with like a pink lightsaber or some thing and everyone else is like wot
i have a solution to your problem (sound on)
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canisalbus · 23 days
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Real fan art is coming one day, but for now I really wanted to see if it was feasible to simplify their gradients into something that would fit a simple style like Bluey’s 😅
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punkitt-is-here · 9 months
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What's the funniest newspaper comic Susan's ever read?
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qqueenofhades · 2 months
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I really really REALLY need to see more people makimg the connection between trump and his russian handlers tbh.......like i know we've somehow gone through the looking glass of putin apologia but that piece abt the NYT you just posted, the bots, the interference: in the bag for trump? Yes. But i dont believe its due to his or even republican power or popularity or forcefulness.......this is a man with so much debt and kompromat thats only getting worse!! Not to sound kwazy BUT WE ARE BEING FULLY INFLITRATED and at the risk of conspiracizing i think the russians are ALSO behind the Times's demise along with so many other information centers etc. Like i KNOW these leftists love him but like. Wouldnt they care a LITTLE abt being manipulated like this???
Trump is 100% an active, willing, and eager Russian agent. That's not even paranoid conspiracy theory, that's just the only reasonable interpretation of the facts:
NOT TO MENTION that in the next two years after the Helsinki conference where Trump kowtowed to Putin in every way, the CIA admitted to losing huge and unusually high numbers of classified informants around the world (not CIA agents, but people secretly working for the American government in often-hostile countries):
Once again, this all happened when Trump was in office, when he was actively handing over CIA intel to the Kremlin against the wishes of the entire national security establishment, and which other experts have suggested was directly as a result of Trump handing over the identities of American informants to Russia, including those stationed in Russia itself:
Now, I could go on, but you get the point. Not to mention that Trump just lost a major UK-based lawsuit against Christopher Steele, the former MI6 agent who was the first to provide documents linking Trump to Russia in the controversial "Steele dossier":
And now: Trump is deeply in hock for hundreds of millions in legal fees and punitive judgments that are only increasing by the day, he somehow just came up with $90 million to appeal the judgment against E. Jean Carroll (nobody knows where he got this money either), and Russian state TV spends all their time openly salivating for Trump's return to the presidency (so he can hand over Ukraine and the rest of NATO and, as he literally said, "let Russia do whatever the hell they want.") I know we're largely numb to all the awful treasonous shit that Trump does, but like. This isn't a conspiracy theory, this is just what's going on in plain sight, and while the Online Leftists have recently become so stupid that I honestly can't tell if it's just terminal brainworms or active Russian psyops, it's strongly indicated that it is in fact a mix of both:
So, like. Just some food for thought.
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orange-artist · 8 months
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Hiiiii
Can i ask for more koby in the asl god au? (I'm completetly normal about him (lying))
I really love this au is soooo cool ^_^ but i just want to know everything about my boyyyyy
(I ALSO LOVE YOUR ART IT'S SO PRETTY JCDEHVFTJIIJGDSSFV)
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Thank you!!! I'm normal about Koby too HSAJKLHFJK
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good-yonji-au · 6 months
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When Ichiji n Niji get out/are saved would their modifications eventually wear off as well? And if so what do you think they would end up doing?
Like- Sanji’s thing is cooking, Yonji’s is fashion. What about the other two?
I'M GLAD YOU ASKED!
Niji turn around and gets into music. Specifically drums and guitar but hes passable on some other instruments as well.
Ichiji, well, for me, Ichiji ends up doing writing and photography. Maybe even journalism at some point who knows.
But some friend have also thrown around Ichiji doing metalwork like making jewelry as an idea too. I like that as well but I'm too attached to photographer Ichiji already (especially that I hc him to have some visual impairment.)
Thank you for the ask!
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luvbugtrait · 4 months
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they're bandmates, she plays bass & he plays the drums... they kiss sometimes
pick 2 colors by @alientown
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doodly-monk · 10 months
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Asking out of curiousity:
Which drawing I've made is your favourite and why? Ofc can be multiple ones as well.
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orange-pheels · 9 months
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Sometimes I like to give up all control. To have someone making me beg, telling me what to do. Edging me until I cant take no more
it's such a wonderful feeling isn't it? to not have any control over what's happening to you or what you're doing, just letting yourself be an obedient little slut for your dom, needing their permission for every movement of your body? just being their fucktoy who they can have fun with to their heart's desire. it makes me so, so horny too.
like, just imagine for once. your dom telling you in their sweet savory voice to get on your fours, to let them play with you a little, just enough till you're soaking wet and hard, you're denied to cum till they ask you to. and then being maneuvered by them and tied up to the bed post, hands behind your back, legs spread open to your sides, your entire body for their use. add in a blindfold to lose even more control, to lose one more sense and to not know what's coming next.
and your dom arrives, orders you to open your mouth and they fuck your face, you obey and do it so well, they play with your tits and pepper you with kisses and love bites. finally bringing some attention to your leaking cunt. they suck it, spank it, and fuck it, and you've to hold still and not cum till they say so. overstimulated and edged, you look so so beautiful to them.
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hellsitegenetics · 1 month
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if you havent tried it already... could you do the lyrics to personal jesus by depeche mode. i want to see who our personal jesus is
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civetside · 2 months
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Your Harrowhark is a stress ball they give out in company meetings. I want to violently throw her at a wall.
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you know who ELSE wants to violently throw harrowhark nonagesimus at a wall
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