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unoriginalbun · 5 months
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Inspired by this meme:
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jondrettegirls · 1 year
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[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
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droopywrites · 7 months
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did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?
⋆。Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids。⋆
Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.
CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.
Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.
Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)
Geto
Starting off strong with Geto.
Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.
On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...
What the fuck.
How did she even get here? Why is she here?
Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.
He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.
So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.
Papa?
Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.
Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.
But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.
Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.
Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.
The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.
You...?
You.
You.
You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.
You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"
You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.
Yet.
When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.
Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.
After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.
Sukuna
Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.
Man hates love.
But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.
So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.
"What are you looking at, brat?"
"You."
The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.
And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.
This little shit was persistent.
His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.
A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.
Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.
"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."
That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.
He wasn't getting into that.
The kid was though.
It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.
...
The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?
It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?
He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.
"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"
And then Sukuna was sealed.
He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.
Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.
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pineapple-frostyfruits · 10 months
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Happy disability pride to everyone whose disability makes it hard/impossible for them to leave the house.
Happy disability pride to everyone who WANTS to do something they love, but can't because of their disability.
Happy disability pride to everyone who has ever been ignored, side-eyed or scoffed at (or otherwise judged) for being themselves in public.
Happy disability pride to people in constant pain, that doesn't end or break.
Happy disability pride to people who can't/don't want an official diagnosis because it would fuck up their lives, but they need the accommodations anyway.
Happy disability pride to people who did get/have gotten/had to get a diagnosis, because they needed what came from it.
Happy disability pride to the under-represented disabilities that people don't talk about much, or that get ignored both online and IRL.
Happy disability pride to those whose disabilities get represented in ways that do not match your experience at all.
Happy disability pride to the physically and mentally disabled people who are reading this. If you are one, the other, or (more often) both, you are still a valid person who faces discrimination and hardship from ableists, and we must all band together to vouch for our rights- ALL of our rights.
Happy disability pride to all of you, I love you all, and may we get through this month, and all the rest, together.
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Dp x dc prompt
In a fight, skulker accidentally throws Danny through a natural portal, and now Danny is stuck at Pluto, what the hell you bony bastard?! So now he has to fly all the way back to earth and hope the satellites don’t pick him up, but it’s actually Hal Jordan who sees him, and when later telling the justice league about a glowing boy in space who doesn’t need to breath and definitely wasn’t a lantern, zatanna cuts him off to mention the urgent need of addressing the insane amounts of dead following what feels like an insanely powerful god of death that definitely wasn’t in this dimension the day before. Bats is obviously the first one to notice they’re talking about the same person.
Back with Danny, he can’t seem to find his way around the states with how tired that flight made him, so he crashed down onto a farm on accident, while two sweet parents see this glowing boy fall from the sky and decided yeah. Might as well have another.
Clark, meanwhile, has no clue that the god of death sending the league into chaos is the same kid his parents have been wanting him to meet back at the farm.
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creatrixanimi · 8 days
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Was Ingo a true tumblr sexyman???? (Poll)
Ok so i have seen many debates over what makes a tumblr sexyman and i want to know what the consensus is on Ingo's sexyman status. Here are some points of discussion to think about:
is he weird-looking enough?
clothing/silhouette
tumblr sexyman vs blorbo vs babygirl culture. which one fits best?
personality. are tumblr sexymen required to be fucked up freaks?
was the fandom insane/horny enough to qualify him as a sexyman? How inexplicable was his fandom popularity/portrayal?
popularity in terms of scope and legacy. And do other sites cultures count? ex. jpn fandom on twit
twink death????
And to anyone who may come across this and don't know anything about Ingo, feel free to vote based on visuals alone lol
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buffyspeak · 1 year
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shadowhunters rewatch 2023:
alec and clary not trusting each other in 1.03 vs. alec saving her anyways
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spicy-phantom · 1 month
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I found my strap last night and now I can't get the thought of breaking a boy on it out of my head. To push him to his knees and watch his lips stretch around the silicone and feel his moans vibrate down the hollow shaft to my clit as he gets my strap nice and ready for his holes. To lay him back and line the head up, teasing him with it before slowly pressing in. His whimpers would drive me mad.
"Please, sir, it feels so good. Fuck you're filling me up so well."
I'd thrust in deeper, placing gentle kisses on his chest and leaving a few bites, drawing out his sweet moans. All the way to the base now, the soft elastic cloth of my jockstrap on his thighs and his ankles on my shoulders, my clit throbbing against the ridges in my prosthetic. At his command, I'd begin to pick up the pace.
"You're being such a good boy for me, darling. Taking my cock like the needy thing you are. Does my boy want more?"
"Y-yes, please...more."
His breath hitches in his throat when I push him into a mating press.
"Do you want me to breed you, sweetheart? Is that what you need? Does my good boy need his sir to fill him up with cum?"
I can feel him trembling. He bites down on his hand and turns away, face red and eyes shut tight. He muffles a whine and nods. I let his legs go and instantly his ankles are hooked behind me. I kiss his neck as I bury myself deep inside, rutting against him. I watch as his body shakes and feel his warmth as he cums for me.
"That's it, let it all out for me, baby. That's a good boy"
I bite down on his shoulder as I cum, muffling my own cries of relief as my arms give and I press my face into the crook of his neck.
"You did such a good job, darling. So very good."
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bethrnoora · 1 year
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am i late to the meme on this. oh well i do not care!!
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theghostofashton · 9 months
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wip wednesday
thank you @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3
“Dad?” he asks one night, through a mouthful of burger. He managed to convince Owen to try this place downtown he’d seen in multiple ‘dining spots you can’t pass up in Austin’ listicles, and TK is not regretting it for a second. The burgers – exactly the type his father claims to hate, full of grease and cheese and salt – are delicious, and exactly what he needed after a day of carrying furniture up and down the stairs.  Owen bites into his own burger, and then wipes a bit of grease from the corner of his mouth with one finger. “Hm?” “I…” He starts, searching for the words. His heart starts to speed up as his dad looks over at him.  “What would you think about me switching to become a paramedic?” he says, finally, chest tightening at the way Owen’s eyes widen. “What?” “I, um.” TK puts his burger down and reaches for a tissue to wipe at the oil on his hands. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. And I checked, there’s an open spot on the 126’s EMS crew. So I’d still get to work with you. It wouldn’t be that different, I don’t think, just-” “TK, whoa.” Owen holds up a hand. He’s smiling. “Slow down, son. You don’t have to make a case for it. I think it sounds like a great idea.” “Really?” TK asks. “Of course,” Owen says. “If that’s what you want to do, I’d be thrilled to work alongside you in EMS.”  TK feels a smile stretch out across his own face, his stomach swooping with relief as Owen sets down his burger and tugs him into a hug. He buries his face in his dad’s shoulder and exhales heavily, closing his eyes.  It’s not like he ever thought his dad would say no, but having the words out there, existing beyond a figment of his imagination, feels like a full breath he can finally allow himself. 
i'll tag @sanjuwrites @reyesstrand @chaotictarlos @lightningboltreader and leave an open tag for anyone else that wants to participate!
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mechahero · 5 months
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@outofthiisworld asked-🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? oc details (accepting!)
Physically? It's stuff like tilting his head, fiddling with whatever he can get his hands on to keep them occupied, his eyes also move around the place a lot too because he usually can't stay entirely focused on one place and he's kind of used to doing that? He also kind of zones out a lot. It's not unusual to see him sitting, staring off into space. (He's usually fine though, don't worry.) His speech pattern is kind of odd, as well. At least, compared to "normal" people. So what sounds like a completely normal statement to him might sound unstructured and a bit longwinded to most people.
Additionally, if he eats a certain type of cookie and only this certain kind of cookie, he eats it with his pinkie out. He's not sure why. He's kind of always done that. And sometimes, very rarely in fact, he'll shudder. Just shudder. It's never because he's cold or internally, it's just something that happens to him. Again, he's not sure why because it's something that's always happened to him.
Internally, it's a little weird. He has to choose the soda bottle with the most bubbles he goes out of his way to avoid touching things that he thinks might feel gross and has to try not to hurl when he ends up thinking of the perceived sensation he thinks it might have anyway.
He likes the idea of filing his nails but hates the noise that comes with it, as its enough to have him shudder in disgust. Listening to music or videos does not help in the slightest, as he claims to be able to hear the nail file over them. He also sorts his pens by colors he likes and their importance, with glitter pens being sorted near the top and reserved for what he sees as very important documents or things to write. Stuff like that.
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krenenbaker · 5 months
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omg m-may i.. 📻
you may!
"His personality flaws
Give me adequate cause
To send him packing on a one-way trip
So his prospects take a terminal dip
His assets frozen, the venue chosen
Is the ends of the earth, whoopee!
So long!
Ex-prince, Ali!"
(Prince Ali (Reprise) - Aladdin (Jonathan Freeman))
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abc04 · 2 years
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[image description: a five striped flag. from top to bottom, the colors are pale lavender, pale pink, whitish gray, pale beige, and dull blue.
below these is a plain teal banner that reads “do not interact if nsfw, kink, ddlg, abdl, proship/anti-anti, or discourse” in black text. /end ID]
dissociation agere flag! intended for regressors who experience dissociation while regressed, regress to cope with dissociation, or otherwise feel their regression is in some way connected to dissociation. we used colors that we personally feel represent our experiences!
although we used regression terminology, this flag is inherently inclusive of system littles and age sliders.
NOTE: we are supportive of all system types and origins and would prefer if anti endos did not interact with this post. this flag is still free to use as long as you don’t otherwise fall on the dni listed on the banner.
edit: higher quality version here!
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sonofsaviors · 8 months
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@fvrsaeken
“Seems like a bleak way to live.” Although these days, bleak seemed like the safest option. Still, Judith liked to try and have hope. “Is this your way of telling me that I should expect the worst as well or are you just wallowing in… what, self pity?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
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"Also are you telling me this for sympathy or are we just... conversing here?" Judith was almost uninterested, her tone flat as she regarded him. "What are we doing?"
"Kind of a bleak fucking existence we're in right now." Logan replied just as quickly, tilting head to the side and quirking a single brow in question, as if daring her to contest that particular point. "No. If I was telling you things were gonna go to shit, I'd just say things were gonna go to shit." He shrugged, but didn't really take his eyes off of her, gaze intense, almost unblinking.
"And where exactly would fucking self-pity get me?" He smirks, but it's humorless, never touching his pale eyes and making his expression a bit stiff compared to how he usually allows his face to rest. "So my mom died and my Dad's in post-apocalyptic po-dunk prison, boo-fucking hoo." He scoffs, giving a short, irritated jerk of his head. Dad's imprisonment meant more to him than that, but fuck if he was ever gonna let any Grimes see that, even if that Grimes was Judith.
"We both know you don't need my damn sympathy." He gestures with spread hands before letting his arms drop. "Suppose I was just trying to give you some advice, but you don't have to take it." He leans back a bit, peering down at her keenly, almost studying her reaction. "... What did you think I was doing?" He gives a half-smile, eyes finally crinkling around the corners and dimples showing that - this time, at least - his amusement is genuine.
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tartbedo · 2 years
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hello goodtimeswithscar enjoyers
*drops this and scampers away*
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whumpy-tiime · 10 months
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Shifting Shapes - #1
Here is my first little thing of this story! This is honestly an introduction to the main character, if even that lmaoo
No warnings as this is just a silly little thing, though future ones will definitely have warnings :D
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It had been about 6 months since Norman had officially joined Team Tarantula, though he still felt like a complete stranger to his team. He hated the feeling of intrusion he felt whenever he walked into a room the others were in and they gave him that look.
The look that told him they hated him, despised him, wanted nothing more than to kill him. The look that told him that if it weren’t for their boss, he would have been left for dead.
The loud, joyful conversations that turned to harsh whispers the second he stepped within vicinity.
The passive aggressive jabs at his past and present mistakes.
The impatient remarks of a team that didn’t want to deal with teaching him, helping him.
He was used to it, his old team made sure of that, but he couldn’t help the hurt his teammates brought him.
He did all that he could to please them. He had taken up doing most of the household work, though he had to admit it might’ve been more for himself than the team.
Doing as many chores as possible made him feel fulfilled, even if his team tried to ignore him, he noticed the doing of his work. Not only could he prove he was useful in a domestic setting, not just a battle setting, but he got a nice, distracting routine.
Routine is all he needs; it helped him get through being with his old team and it’ll help him get through being with his new one.
Vacuuming was one of his favorite things to do. Just a repetitive movement to space out too while getting a job done. Though apparently he isn’t allowed peace for too long as multiple of his muscles constrict and contract, making him stumble while trying to process the sudden pain.
Norman rolled his eyes before turning off the vacuum and looking around himself, making sure none of his teammates were around. When he decided it was safe to do so, he allowed himself to slowly shift those muscles.
His body ached to find relief as soon as possible though, and, much to Norman’s dismay, the second tension was released from the muscles, he fell to the ground. His body melted, not being able to support himself.
He was soon a pile of dark sludge. Relief flooded his body, or, what was left of it.
Being a human was tiring, or at least holding the form was.
Being a shapeshifter had a lot of pros but tended to have more cons. Though he could hold certain forms for a long time, if he didn’t take a break, his body would fight to change.
He hated it. Why couldn’t he just be a person? Why couldn’t he just be a guy? Why couldn’t he just be a regular human that had regular human problems, instead of whatever the fuck he was doing right now? Why did he ever leave the tank?
“What the fuck, man,” a voice tore Norman from his sulking session and he quickly reformed into a person.
“Sorry, Axle,” the shifter looked at the man that had suddenly entered the room as his newly formed face warmed up in embarrassment.
“It’s, uh, it’s… fine. Just, can you not do that in the lounge area?” Axle grimaced at the guy in front of him.
“Yeah, no, no problem, sorry,” Norman brought his hands together to fidget with his fingers as he nodded to the other.
“…Alright,” Axle slowly turned and walked out of the room.
‘Well, that fucking sucked,’ Norman thought as he sighed, deciding enough chores have been done.
He had plenty to do in his room anyway.
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Thank you so much for reading!! I hope this tiny little snippet was an enjoyable start :D
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