#Everything is kinda pancake shaped

[alex-on-the-enterprise]

I like that Ds9 is so spiky. The federation stations are so round.

#You could poke yourself on Ds9 #Be careful #Everything is kinda pancake shaped #Star trek #Ds9 #tng #ds9 #Star trek ds9

[cupcakeinat0r]

<3 Valentine’s Breakfast w/ DadBod!Miguel <3

[NSFW]

With the sun rays flowing in through the curtains, your eyes flutter open, your blurred vision focusing in on the gorgeous man lying on top of you. This is usually how it is. You start the night laying on his hairy and soft chest, but after tossing and turning through the night, you two never failed to end up in this position. It sort of just happens. You believe it’s Miguel’s need to protect you in every sense of the word, so he just absentmindedly engulfs you in his sleep.

Miguel was a big man. In every way. It was sort of hard to breathe when he was on you like this.

But that was more than ok. In fact, you thrived on the feeling of all his body weight on yours, his face snuggled deep into the crook of your neck and his Herculean arms wrapped around you, not too tight, but just enough so that you weren’t going anywhere. And yes, his snoring was loud, but you learned to love it, it becoming the music to your ears on mornings like this.

It only takes you a few seconds for it to click.

It’s Valentine’s Day.

You smile to yourself, excited about all things you have planned for Miguel. But first… to figure out how the hell you were gonna get Gigantor off of you.

Unable to move, your head isolated, you look around for ideas. With your free hand, you reach for the blanket, slowly pulling it off of him in hopes he’ll move off of you to wrap himself in it again. Your idea succeeds, and he frees you just enough for you to sneak off the bed.

In the most cautious way humanely possible, you sneak out of the room (not before you softly kiss his forehead) and into the kitchen. You weren’t too worried, though. Miguel didn’t get to sleep in a lot like this due to his work, but when he did, not even a geographical disaster could wake him. You were safe.

You start listing in your head all the things you remembered you wanted to make him.

Your hands were ace in the kitchen. Everything you made, Miguel loved. One of his favorite parts of the day was coming home after a long day of work and into the arms of his cute sweet little housewife, a plate of delicious warm food already ready for him on the table. It’s kinda funny; it’s you he blames for his weight gain, but you always reply with how much you absolutely love him that way, accompanied by a kiss and a playful smack to his juicy butt (which has also gotten larger, props to you).

You slave away in the kitchen, making sure everything was perfect, even down to exacting the edges of your heart-shaped pancakes, which matched the heart-shaped strawberry slices.

You go to check on the sleeping giant. He’s still knocked out thankfully, except he’s on his back now, hugging a pillow (thinking it’s you no doubt). Aw.

You notice that the blanket wasn’t on him anymore, which allowed you a beautiful view.

His dark wavy hair sprinkled with hints of gray tussled from his sleep. His 5 o'clock shadow framing his perfect, dark, plump lips. His thick neck, chest and arms, peppered with dark hair as well, resting beautifully. His soft midsection, rising and falling with each dad snore. Near his happy trail was a prominent tent, the print of his huge cock tightening his briefs. You bit your bottom lip at his morning wood. God, this man was too perfect for his own good. You could feel yourself salivate as you remind yourself of all the other things you had to get to like decorations or lighting the candles or the rose petals…

It doesn’t take much for you to give into your urges. He won’t miss the candles or any decorations anyways…

He’ll appreciate what you’re about to do way more.

You silently climb onto the foot of the bed, your face dangerously close to the bulge. You give it a small caress, your hands gently molding around the shaft on top of the fabric of his boxers. You look up when you evoke a barely audible groan from Miguel, who’s still asleep.

You apply just a little more pressure in your next caress, this time making his dick twitch and his hips faintly buck up into your hand, his instinctive neediness signaling you to proceed with your lustful endeavor.

You then lift the band of his boxers, his completely hardened cock immediately springing up. You have to literally suck in your lips to muffle a moan.

Your eyes drink in his perfectly shaped bush at the end of his delicious happy trail, the pumped veins going up his shaft, the singular drop of pre-cum already running down, and finally his fat tip. He was perfect.

You use the juice already there as lubricant, slowly stroking his dick, the other hand on his thick, hairy thigh for support.

You start to feel Miguel‘s thighs contract and hips slightly bucking up some more, little grunts escaping his lips. His arms tense up as well, his muscles clenching around the poor pillow.

His small, slow thrusts drove you crazy, not able to wait any longer to put your mouth to use. You test the waters by giving his tip soft licks, swirling your tongue on it in lazy, annoyingly slow circles.

This grants you a few quiet hums from him, his belly and round pecs rising and falling faster, his body telling you to keep going for him.

Faint ‘Ffuuuckkk’s and ‘Mmm’s were sighed in his sleep, brows furrowed, lips in a pout; signs that you were doing amazing.

You then take him in completely, hollowing out your mouth for him as much as you possibly can, because as mentioned before, this man is big.

You bob your head slowly a few times. It’s when you pull him out with a pop! and start treating it like your own popsicle does his eyes finally slowly open, his lips curling when he looks down at his now very cock drunk girlfriend with a satisfied smirk. His chuckle is low and silk-like, his morning voice making your cunt clench around nothing.

“Well,” his breathing remains labored, his jaw hanging open, “Good morning to you too, Mamita… Mmfuck.”

He says as you maintain eye contact, your lips wrapped around his long and thick member, tongue tracing along a vein. You pull away with a wet smack before saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy”, in the most sing song tone of voice.

Miguel tuts at your adorable yet seductive response, “ay, beba, so thoughtful n’ good to me…do that again...” he pleads.

“Like this, Daddy?” You ask, lapping your tongue over his tip just the way he likes it.

“Oh-oh fuck… si, just like that, mamita, así, goood girllll.” his head falls back against the headboard for a moment to sigh before looking back down at you again, seeing his balls in your mouth as your thumb works on his sensitive tip almost making him instantly burst.

You know he’s getting close when he starts panting, propping himself on his elbows and reaching a hand out to your scalp (it practically covers your entire head), gently applying pressure now that he’s in your mouth again. “Aw shit…. I’m close, mama, almost there… fuck, takin’ my fat cock so well, princesa…” He mutters apologies and thank you’s as he relentlessly rams into your mouth, his bush managing to meet the tip of your nose almost every time. He growls as he starts greedily thrusting his hips, face fucking his release into you.

You take your sweet time pulling him out of lips, making sure to get every single drop, your eyes on his the entire time. Once he’s out of your mouth, he sees you swallow, “Open,” and you do as he asks, “diablo, mami, eres tan sucia.” You begin to sit up, wiping your mouth, “Only for you, baby… C'mon, there’s some things in the kitchen for yo-“

“Oye, whoa whoa whoa,” He grabs your hand as you’re about to leave the bed and pulls you toward himself, “I didn’t say we were finished, did I?”

You fall into the bed again, Miguel guiding your hips onto his lap as he sloppily makes out with you, his tongue practically down your throat. “I’m not done with you yet, nena,” he mumbles against your lips.

He lays back down on the bed, “C’mere. Sientate.” He brings his hands up to his face motioning for you to sit on your throne.

You wince, now realizing you forgot that you had meant to shave last night.

“Babe, noooo wait... I haven’t shaved…”

Miguel furrows his brows, a confused scowl on his face.

“Mama. Look me in the face and tell me if I look like I care.” You begin to smile seeing how Miguel was starting to look genuinely mad at you for saying such a ridiculous thing.

“Now, I said sientate. I’m hungry.” He says sternly.

“You sureee? You really don't have to-”

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He commands. This man wasn’t playing any games. He was starving.

Your smile widens at his insistence. Your boyfriend was a real man.

Placing your hands on his hairy, thick body for support, you scoot your way up to his face, Miguel’s grin getting wider as your wet cunt comes into full view.

“So perfect for me, fuck,” His voice is sweet and tender now, planting a few equally tender kisses on your inner thighs, making sure to show them some love before you squeeze his head between them like a melon. “Te amo mucho, you know that, mama? Wanna make you feel good, beba.”

“Mhm,” You nod, biting your lip as the breath of his voice tickles your womanhood.

If Miguel could, he would just live in between your thighs just like this for all of eternity. His absolute favorite place in the whole world. “N' when I tell you to sit on my face, yo nunca quiero ir ese porqueria, understood?”

His stern tone made both your heart and pussy flutter. “Yessir.”

Your hands use the edge of the headboard as support, tentatively hovering your hips over his face as he showers your inner thighs with loving pecks and nibbles, the smack of his lips making your pussy clench again.

One of his big hands steadies your hips with a tight grip, the other moving your panties aside to reveal your unshaven lips.

“Prettiest pussy ever…. y todo es mio. Fuck, you’re so wet, mamita, did I do that?” He speaks mockingly.

You sigh when his lips kiss your clit, his tongue following shortly after by flicking it a couple times. You hear him grunt beneath you after having to lift his head off the bed to reach your hole.

"Baby, sit down. All of your body weight." He's short with his words. It sounds more like an order than a request.

"But Miguel-"

He breathes out, "You're really testing my patience, mama." And with that, his massive hands wrap firmly around your waist and pull you down, a yelp falling from your mouth as he feasts on your sensitive pussy.

Miguel is the definition of a munch. His head movement adds to the stimulation, moving it up and down, side to side; any effort to submerge his face deeper into your folds. His nose, the perfect size and shape that brushes against your clit while he simultaneously slurps and tongue fucks your cunt. The vibrations of his ‘Mmmph’s, the scruff of his face rubbing against your inner thighs, and softly pressing your clit between his tongue and front teeth were the cherry on top.

Your sounds are pornographic as he eats you out. When you're unable to sit up straight anymore due to the immense pleasure, you lean back, hands landing behind you on his soft pecs, pushing into them in an effort to get some kind of break, but Miguel wasn't having it. Plus, he was way stronger than you. There was no escaping him. A small part of you wondered how he was going so long without coming up for air, but you quickly answer your own question when you remember that your man loves to eat, and when he does, he’s like a starved man. Each time you pushed, his grasp only got stronger, but as much as you pushed, you truthfully didn't want him to stop. Ever.

"B-baby, baby… I- I- c-can't," you cry, unable to speak without stopping mid-sentence to let out a whine, "I'm so close, Daddy, don't stop, please, don't stop, don't stop!" You became a broken record, all sense leaving your body. The only thing on your mind was Miguel's mouth ravishing your weeping cunt. You sat forward again, now tugging on his hair, making him hum further and fueling his hunger. "Mmmph fuck! I won't mama, I won't, don't worry... I'll give you whatever you want," You began to literally ride his face, desperately chasing your climax with his hands slapping against your ass. Miguel was in heaven with this view, bucking his own hips into the air from how perfect you looked like this.

“Mmm… such a dirty fuckin’ girl you are,” smack, “wakin' me up like this… ay, que ricoooo, sabe tan dulce,” smack, “puta madre, Puedo vivir de este coño y nada más…” both his voice, an octave lower, and the wet, sucking sounds of his mouth helped uncoil the knot in your stomach, bursting on his handsome face.

Your hips stutter and your jaw falls open when you cum, Miguel drinking in your juices as if he’s been stranded on the Sahara for weeks. You could’ve split his skull into two, that’s how hard you pressed your thighs together, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Miguel finally lets you go, allowing you to sit on his chest now, both of you catching your breaths. He smirks back up at you, and you roll your eyes, blushing. "awww, mi princesita gets all shy when I make her cum, eh?"

"Leave me aloooneeee." With Miguel’s big hands as support and guidance, he rolls over, so he’s still in between your legs, but you’re now the bottom, and him the top. With your legs now around his waist, He chuckles at you and goes to kiss your flushed cheeks.

Then he goes in for a sweet, romantic kiss on the lips. You feel safe and taken care of while feeling his body weight on you again, his soft tummy against yours and his big muscly arms wrapped securely around you. You can feel his cock twitch against your overstimulated cunt, completely soaked from his second climax from simply eating you out, no doubt. He moves any hair on your face aside, caressing your cheek when he does.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, princesita. Have I told you how much I love you?” He coos, pure adoration in his eyes.

You manage a soft, tired smile, “Every day. I love you, too.” you chuckle, “Oh! I made you breakfast! You must be hungry, baby…” you say, as you start getting up.

He gently stops you, and you lay back down.

“I am… but not for food.”

Safe to say the feast you prepared was cold by the time y’all got to the kitchen<3

Hope u liked it <3 It's a bit longer but I've been thinking alottttt about this tee hee!!!

This is a culmination of my thots and the thots of some of my hot moots, so Tysm @mybvalentine @gltzpzy for the ideas <3

Happy Valentine’s season, my loves!!! Wishing everyone not only a day but a whole new year of love. Not just romantic love, but also the love of your friends, family, and above all, the love for yourself <3

Speak to yourself kindly, treat your heart nicely, and consume all the chocolate!!!! You deserve ittt!!!

P.s. n if u don’t have a Valentine’s, I’ll happily be urs 🤭 MWAH!

- Cupcake xoxo

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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[bettathanyou]

Cedric with an S/O whose love-language is food/cooking for him???

Anon YOU READ MY MIND. I LOVE COOKING SO THIS FEELS SO INDULGENT TO WRITEEEEEE TYSM FOR THE ASK!!!!

Enjoy ❣️🐟

Cedric The Sorcerer And S/O With Cooking Love Language!

Cedric and food have a... Complicated Relationship

I have a damn good hunch that man is autistic, so texture/sensory issues, lack of hunger cues, and just Not Wanting To Eat because he's doing something he thinks is too important is a prevalent issue

Of course, you couldn't just NOT do something about it. You loved to cook! You love most of all to cook FOR people

So you ask him about food during your long talks together. Cedric mentions a few basic things he likes, like turkey, stew, potatoes etc but he keeps it irritatingly vague

You try to ask Sofia and even the royal cooks about cedrics favorite meals

All you gleaned from Sofia was his love of sweets and the royal cooks were clueless

Great.

Back to square one!

So with your limited knowledge, you decide to start off by surprising him with breakfast. Using Sofias information, you make him really fluffy pancakes with a dusting of powdered sugar! (Think Japanese style)

To keep things suited to his liking, you put all extras on the side; maple syrup, cut up strawberries (you made them heart shaped) blueberries, melted chocolate, and whipped cream. With some orange juice to wash it all down!

Can't forget some edible flower garnish!

You walked to his door, knocking with your foot (your hands were too full lol)

Cedric thought it was someone else, and he was cranky at first about being disturbed so early in the morning. He opens his door with a scowl, brows knitted in the way you know meant annoyance

But when his eyes rest on you, carrying a huge platter of fresh food and drink, he had to do a double take

Just. Cedric with wide eyes, his jaw about to hit the floor, tripping over his words like. "Wh- what's all th-this for, then...?"

You just give him a big cheeky grin and reply, "For my favorite person <3"

Cedric ushered you into his tower, asking you what the occasion was for, and you could tell he was anxious and worried- so you give him a kiss on the cheek, and tell Cedric that you just wanted to do something nice, and make sure he was fed! You know how busy he can get, so you wanted the sorcerer to start his day with the most important meal of the day

Cedric doesn't know whether to thank you, kiss you, or cry

He kinda does all three 😭

After thanking you profusely, he insisted you share the food with him. He said that you made enough for TWO small armies and he won't be able to eat everything

You try to insist that it was made for *him*, but in the middle of your argument your stomach started growling

Cedric gives you a shit eating grin that screams "I win" and you just sit down with a huff and a (fake) pout

You both enjoy breakfast together, and Cedric literally doesn't shut up about how good everything is

He noticed the heart strawberries and you swear it was the softest smile you've ever seen

He finished his plate and it made your entire day

From that day on, you asked Cedric if you can make him a meal once or twice a week- just to get him accustomed to it

You grow to learn more about food he enjoys, from breakfast to lunch to dinner

Cedric really enjoys sweets for breakfast

A light lunch, because the last time you made something heavy the man slipped into a food coma for three hours

And dinner is your favorite time to cook for him, because you can show off your cooking skills and eat it with Cedric together and make it SUPER romantic

Most of all though, you just love making sure Cedric is fed and taking care of himself. The man is a workaholic to a fault, and you both know it! Which is why he always says thank you and make sure you know how much this means to him

Speaking of, Cedric would try to return the favor in little ways- giving you magic flowers that never wilt, a magic show after a meal, small little animal wind up toys he cobbles together in his spare time (can u guess what his love language is? Lol)

Since he is a picky eater, it's been trial and error to figure out what he likes and doesn't- lots of veggies are a no no, and you respect it and don't push the issue. But the veggies he does like, you use as much as you can! After a while, I could see Cedric trying to branch out a little bit and getting slightly more comfortable with food he previously disliked because you make it taste good (you want to believe he can taste the love)

You try to stick within his comfort zone for food, but sometimes you'll bring something for him to try to gauge where you can cook him new food

Regardless, Cedric adores the effort and care you put into making him food! He offers to even cook for you sometimes! (He conjures it lmao)

Which leads to him talking about food magic! It's quite interesting stuff

But no matter what, Cedric always feels smitten every time he has the pleasure of eating whatever you make for him

Seeing an empty plate from Cedric will always be the highest compliment to you :)

Alright, that's about all I got! I honestly want to expand on this more, maybe make some Cedric inspired recipes???? Would y'all be into that????

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #bettathanyou answers #cedric x reader #maybe... cedric recipes???? #like. merlins mushroom soup??? #merlins bread #but like an actual bread #cedric the sorcerer mixed drink 👀‼️ #he seems like a whiskey guy if we're talking liquor #or rum #hes a brown liquor guy im calling it #however he usually would stick to wine #anyways lmk about the recipe thing cuz i love cooking and WOULD MAKE RECIPES FOR YALL DEADASS

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.13

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1662

Warnings: Mentions of violence, douchbaggery, and intimacy aids.

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They eventually got Hunter to open up while Stephanie and Geralt were gone, the wolf being a bit nervous around male Alphas. Unsurprising, given his experience with male Alphas. He was a Null, a wolf who didn't fall within the pack hierarchy but still in possession of his wits. Not a Beta, or an Omega, and definitely not an Alpha. It was uncomplicated as he didn't have to worry about pack politics, but it seemed his current Alpha, Frank, treated the Nulls about as well as he treated everyone else. All of the money from his meager paychecks from his job at the archery range downtown went to him, Frank only giving him enough to survive, but just barely. Rice and instant ramen were staples, so a meal of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast was a feast for him and he ate quite a bit before relaxing into a full stupor.

Hunter had been shocked to learn that Stephanie's current pack was made up of all Alphas save for a single Beta. Sy told him what Geralt had told Stephanie; it got a little tense around the full moon, but they made it work. More time passed and the two still hadn't returned, a scowl gracing August's face the more time went by.

"Easy, Walker." Sy said, picking up on his agitation. "You know how much of a hassle transfering territory can be. Council needs to be called, records updated."

"They may have also needed to call a clean-up crew." Mike said, "Ya know, if the asshole didn't submit."

"She's never fought for territory before." August pointed out.

"You honestly think Geralt would let anything happen to her?" Sy asked, "He said he would step in if shit went pear-shaped. The guy hunts down and takes out ferals for a living, some asshole Alpha with a mean streak ain't shit for him."

"So, um, is he her Mate?" Hunter asked and they looked at him. "Just wondering."

"Not really?" Sy said, "She said it was complicated and that's kinda true."

"She's with all of us!" Mike called from the kitchen as he was loading the dishwasher.

"Oh." Hunter said, "I've heard of female Alphas. Never met one before. Can they have more than one Mate?"

"Not uncommon for them." August said, "I've met a couple, they all had multiple partners of mostly Alphas. Ensured strong children."

"But Steph got her tubes tied years ago, according to her." Mike said, walking into the living room.

"Wouldn’t getting infected have reversed that? It fixes everything else." Hunter said.

"Unless it can reattach fallopian tubes with surgical precision, I doubt it." They hadn't even heard her and Geralt return, August jumping up from his seat and going to her, taking her hands in his and seeing her bruised and bloodied knuckles. "Remind me to wrap my hands next time."

"How'd it go?" Sy asked, the question aimed at Geralt.

"She was beautiful." Geralt said with a small smile. "Like a ghost, never where he thought she was going to be. Looked like she was dancing."

"Is he…" Hunter let the question trail off.

"He's still alive." Stephanie said, "Like any other bully, he backed down when he realized I was just going to push back harder. Legal stuff has been started and the Council has been notified. I also had him confess to everything he did to you guys, just for good measure."

"He'll be blacklisted from having territory or leading a pack ever again." Geralt said.

"That's why you guys were gone so long?" Hunter asked.

"Well, that, and we oversaw him packing his shit." Stephanie said.

"He's gone?" Hunter asked and she nodded.

"Don't worry, I had him transfer over all the money he took. I'll get everyone's info and transfer it back to you guys." She said and he went quiet, staring down at his hands. "Hunter?" She went to him, kneeling in front of him. "You're okay now, no one is going to hurt you anymore."

"Thank you." He said, barely above a whisper. "I came to you wanting to save myself, but you saved all of us."

"I don't like bullies." Stephanie said, "And I especially don't like bullies in positions of power."

"Thank you." He said again and she reached up, brushing the hair out of his face. "What happens now?"

"Technically I own all of his territory now, which is this building and the one next door." She said.

"You're our landlord now?" Hunter asked.

"Kind of but not really. Geralt's contact on the Council explained it to me. Individual Alpha wolves can't own rental properties, unless they owned it before the decision was made to go public. The…human government, weird to say, doesn't want Alpha wolves discriminating against non-wolves when it comes to housing, and the Council isn't fighting it, because that also means the Alpha can't expand their pack beyond their means and cause issues and territorial disputes. Keeps everything nice and contained." Stephanie explained.

"So the Council owns the buildings." Hunter said and she nodded.

"They own the physical properties, and therefore, legally, are the landlords. Kind of like a rental agency owning a property, but hiring someone to oversee the day to day on the property itself." Stephanie said, "Rent payments went to the Council, but they had no idea Frank was taking all of the pack's money and only giving back enough to just barely get by."

"What he do with the extra cash?" Hunter asked.

"Spent it." Geralt said, "Had some pretty pricey electronics in his apartment, computer equipment, those kinds of things."

"You said you made him give the money back, but if he spent it…"

"I cleaned him out." Stephanie said, "I took almost everything in his checking and savings. Left him enough for a bus ticket out of town and a burger."

"What'll happen to him?" Hunter asked.

"Don't know, don't care." Stephanie said, "Consider it karma. He made it so you guys had barely enough to survive and now he's in that same position."

"Blacklisted or not, the Council has resources for Alphas without packs or territories." Geralt said with a shrug, "They'll get him set up with employment and a place to live in his hometown, but then he's on his own. Talking with my contact, he'll have his wages garnished until he pays back everything he took for the length of time he ran this pack."

"I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at one time." Stephanie said after a pause, looking at him, and he snorted.

"You're our Alpha now." Hunter said and she turned her attention back to him, giving him a small nod. "I should tell the others."

"How many are in the pack?" Geralt asked.

"About a dozen." Hunter said, "And that includes the kids."

"He was takin’ from families?" Sy asked and Hunter nodded, making him scowl.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of introductions. She knew most of them just from living in the same building, and they were as surprised as Hunter when they learned she was a wolf, and an Alpha at that. Banking information was taken down, money was transferred, divided up as evenly as possible as there was no easy way of determining who surrendered how much. Families got extra just because they had kids that they needed to provide for. A future trip to Costco was planned using her membership card so they could get bulk essentials. Walter showed up mid-afternoon and was brought up to speed on what had happened.

“I have an idea.” Stephanie said a bit sheepishly as she sat curled up in Walter’s lap once everyone had left, and they looked at her.

“What’s up, babe?” Sy asked.

“August said that female Alphas have a tendency to unite packs, right?”

“I did say that, yes.” August said.

“I’m not green enough not to realize when I’m in over my head, so I thought…”

“You want to merge your new pack with ours.” Geralt said and she nodded. “It’s a good idea. Didn’t want to lose you anyway.”

“Our territories ain’t exactly touchin’, but it’s not unheard of.” Sy said, “You’d control this territory, we’d control ours, but we’d step in if you needed somethin’. Kinda like cops crossin’ jurisdictions to help each out.”

“One of us should be here.” August said, “There’s now an open unit in the building, unless you were planning on moving into it.”

“You know, I kinda was.” Stephanie admitted, “His soundsystem is nice and his computer is more powerful than mine. Also, the unit is bigger than this one.”

“Rock-paper-scissors for it?” Sy suggested and she snorted, tucking her face into Walter’s neck. “You move into the former Alphas place along with Mikey, and one of us moves into this one. If somethin’ goes sideways, we’d actually be in a position to do fuck all about it.”

“And by “something” you mean Jordan.” Stephanie said and he nodded. “Sounds like a plan. I hate packing.”

“Well it ain’t like you don’t got helpers.” Sy said.

“As if I’d let you guys go through my stuff!”

“Doll, we’ve seen you with your legs in the air, goin’ through your skivvies shouldn’t embarrass you.” Sy said.

“Maybe I don’t want you guys to find my sex toys.” Stephanie said.

“Toys?” Walter asked, “Plural?”

“Sizes, shapes,” She paused, “Thicknesses.”

“I’ve been here for almost three weeks and I haven’t found anything!” Mike said and she shot him a look.

“I know how to hide my shit.” She said, “Jordan was weird about dildos and vibrators, so I hid them from him.”

“You have a monster dildo, don’t you.” Sy said and she snorted.

“Monster as in big, or monster as in not modeled after human anatomy?” She asked, “Because I plead the fifth.”

“Doll, you a dirty girl.” Sy said and she snorted again, picking her head up to blow him a kiss.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #feral instincts

[loominggaia]

Sorry, I'm going to be *that* person. My question is, what does the genitalia of each race look like? Or do they all just look human but different colors?

No need to apologize, that's a totally valid question!

I think for the most part, yes, many peoples have very human-like genitals. There are a few exceptions and interesting facts though, which I will explain below.

(NSFW-ish text ahead)

ELVES - the rumors are true...elven males have smaller penises than most other peoples. Likewise, female elves have smaller vaginas. Everything about the elven body is kinda wimpy and delicate, and their private bits are no exception.

OGRES - It's rumored that female ogres have spikes in their vaginas, but this is not true. However, they do have thick mucus in there to accommodate male ogres' leathery, armor-like foreskin. Yeah, turns out W.A.P. was about ogresses all along...

TROLLS - Males have smooth little bumps all over their penises. Females have similar bumps in their vaginas. It's a bumpy ride! These creatures are lumpy and bumpy all over, so I guess it's no surprise.

CENTAURS - Centaurs totally resemble horses below the waist...that's all I have to say about that.

SATYRS/MINOTAURS/FAUNS/GNOLLS - The males of these species all have the same deal going on: their penises are hidden in furry sheaths when flaccid, but become visible when erect. Female satyrs have notably large clitorises, which might explain their high libidos. Otherwise, their genitals are quite human-like in appearance.

GORGONS/SIRENES - the penises of male gorgons and sirenes are retracted into their bodies when flaccid. They can force them out at will, though becoming erect will cause them to come out involuntarily. Females' vulvas are very low profile and basically invisible, but become more obvious when aroused.

CECAELIA - Don't have genitals at all. Males instead deposit sperm through one of their tentacles, and females have a single cloaca which passes both waste and eggs. The male cloaca only passes waste. The cloaca is located between the legs of walking cecaelia, or in the space where a drifting cecaelia’s tentacles all converge.

DWORFS - Their genitals are identical to a human's, but uh...the pubic hair is another story. Ever fucked a brillo pad?

ROSHAVA - Males have large penises relative to their body size. The elves are seething! There is a popular rumor that they have four testicles, but it's not true. Also, female roshava have kegel strength so insane they'll crush your dick like a pancake. Fun!

SPRIGHTS - When females suffer prolonged stress, they take on masculine traits and transform into "pseudo-males". This process causes the ovaries and vagina to atrophy, while the clitoris grows into kind of a penis-like shape. This genital transformation ultimately leads to infertility.

That's all the hotdog and hamburger trivia I can think of at the moment!

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[hotcat37]

LATER THAN USEAL MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED POKÉMON LOVING MOOT HOTCAT!! :33

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(Bojere! Pokémon cafe date cuz their very silly N adorable like them N that vid of Jere singing the Pokémon theme in Finnish got me out of writers block so yippee :D) get urself a fluffy blanket N ur fave snacks cuz I’m here 2 tell the story of the date that got our dear Bojci 2 propose 2 his man after waiting 4EVER 2 find a good time 2 pop the question: It had been almost a whole year by now since Bojan finally quit chickening out N asked the man with a weird haircut N a laugh that made his knees buckle N released a million butterflies straight 2 his stomach 2 be his boyfriend that memorable night which still comes back 2 him in his dreams even now,the man he was taking out on one of the last dates b4 he could hopefully call him his fiancé.The man in question was clad in one of Bojan’s various sweaters,same one he wore when they first made out wayy back in Tavastia after everything was done N the then brothers N maybe something more headed back 2 Jere’s 4 the night,a bouquet of dandelions in one hand which he hid behind his back till Jere saw the ever so familiar figure of his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.As soon as their eyes locked everything felt lighter,almost as if time had stopped right there so he could feel his Bojci’s lips on his own 4 however long the bowlcut adorning Finn wished,breaking the kiss only 2 catch some air N whip the large bouquet of dandelions from behind his back 2 give 2 his rakas (Bojan straight up lifted Jere N spun him around a few times cuz of how much he loved not only him but the gift he had been hiding all this time 🥰) putting the shorter man down N feeling him giggle into his chest,their hands intertwined N walked into the Pokémon cafe that Jere had been yapping on about 4 months.Finding their booth that Bojan had booked a week prior (while Jere got distracted by a set of Bulbasaur N Squirtle plushies that decorated the seats next 2 them which gave our lil Bojci time 2 check if the ring box was still in his pocket 4 later which he totallyyy didn’t check atlest 10 times tyvm :3).Meanwhile both men ordered N flirted 4 what felt like an eternity,staring deeper into his bby boos Disney princess esc eyes which made him almost forget why he chose this place 2 pop the question,as if his fragile ass nerves would let him tho.One by one their food was delivered with Bojan’s Rowlet shaped grill cheeses coming first then Jere’s Pikachu themed pancakes following after + the twos drinks,Jere’s being a Bulbasaur inspired hot chocolate with ALOT of foam N Bojan’s was an Evie themed latte with just as much foam as his boyfriends if not more (that kinda got all over his noise so Jere had 2 lick it off cuz yk he would but it’s not like Bojci’s complaining if its his beautiful,hot asf darling of a man doing it ☺️).When they both finished their meal N left the cafe Jere saw a stand filled 2 the brim with all kinds of flower bouquets in every colour,ribbon style U could think of,that was when Bojan knew he had 2 do it right there N then seeing how his soon 2 be fiancé’s eyes light up N how his smile could split his face in half if it was any bigger just by seeing the huge display made him stop questioning if he rlly wanted 2 marry the man who’s hands were pulling him with all the force he had 2 the stand so that’s just what Bojan did,as Jere turned 2 show his rakastani a beautifully decorated pink N yellow tulip bouquet he found it was on the floor as quickly as it was picked up,the sight narrowed 2 only the view of Bojan on one knee holding out a very expensive gold ring with two gems engraved into it,one pink N the other green when it all fell into place.HIS gorgeous,amazing,wonderful,lovely Slovene was asking him 4 his hand 2 set the promise of belonging only 2 the Finn forever in concrete,ofc he said yes N then they both cried into eachothers necks while hugging as if everything up until now would all disappear in a blink of an eye except the only thing that disappeared was then into a field close 2 the town where they could rlly set that promise in concrete if yk what I mean.

BOJERE POKéMON DATE THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! The Rowlet grilled cheeses look fcking delicious ngl I would killll to have such a date with someone I love <3 The proposal too aggh they're too adorable!! I love how Bojan indulges Jere in his interests and them running off into a field together at the end is so sweet :') ❤️❤️ Thanks so much for the lovely moodboard and story as always 💚

#bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #bojere #cute moodboards

[ashes-writing]

tim riggins x reader hcs of any kind🫶🏻

Okay, first of all, holy shit, nonnie mouse, I fucking love you to pieces for this. Secondly, I really hope you like random assortments because I looooove this man. I loved the character. And it's been a while since I got to gush about the series itself. I also kinda loved Matt Saracen too but Tim is babe.

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Tag List ; There isn't anybody on my Friday Nights series taglist BUT BUT... since I do really owe @adampage the next part of Hot for Teacher and we both love Tim, I'll just tag them to this too.

Warnings ; mentions of choking, thigh riding, breeding kink, biting, his childhood (alcohol and the like), and this is it. Minors, find your way outta here and go read a comic.

SAFE FOR THE TUMBLR

-- okay, first of all. He's so much smarter than anybody realizes. He just doesn't apply himself at all times because he hates the pressure and he didn't exactly get the best luck in life when it came to parents. This is why his older brother -who practically raised him, is driven crazy all through his high school days because big brother KNOWS he's the smarter Riggins and big brother just desperately wants Tim to get out and make something of himself. But Tim does not do well in academia and while he enjoys learning, he can't learn by the book via lectures to save his fucking life. Had classes been more hands on, baby would have fucking killed it.

-- He definitely has a type. He likes 'em bossy. Maybe it's the fact that the bossy ones always seem to care just a little more and they'll fight and hold on long after they should've let go. His type does him no favors most of the time though, because the subset of his type is that he likes a lot are the girls with savior complexes (Lyla, ahem.) and these kinds of loves typically do not pan out well in the long run.

--- Serial monogamist. He longs for the stability he didn't get to feel as a child but at the same time, he always gets scared as hell, does something to implode whatever relationship he's in and then he's on to the next one. But he loves the people he chooses, deeply. So its not like you become perfect strangers after a breakup with Tim, he will not allow that. I honestly think that he came real close to being truly happy in the love department two times (Tyra and Lyla) and both times, what'd he do?

--- Alternately, I do feel that after high school, he eventually comes to terms with everything, all of it, and he'll wind up settling down. He'll make somebody a damn fine husband because he's caring, he's the kind of guy who can make you laugh one minute and stay up with you til 2 am having deep conversations, he's very good at all things handy and holy shit, protective. Family means the world to him (he literally burned his own future to the ground ,tried to, at least, to protect his brother IIRC) so if he's with you, just know that you're it for him and the man would literally take a fucking bullet for you if he had to.

-- Cannot fucking cook to save his life. Has caused more than one fire in the kitchen at his old house. The fire department see a call come in from the old Riggins residence and roll their eyes while groaning.

-- Favorite subject was actually English / Creative writing. And he was surprisingly damn good at it too. He likes poetry, but he'd die before telling anybody this aloud.

-- I see him as an amazing girl dad, oh my god. Picture it, he's always willing to cuddle (because he loves that shit) and he decides early on that his little peanut is going to learn to be self reliant. He teaches her how to throw spirals, he tries to do her hair as best as he can but her braids are always crooked, they have a breakfast ritual that includes him carrying her into the kitchen and sitting her on the counter while he attempts to make pancakes (can't cook for shit but he's learned this one recipe for his lil girl) shaped like cactuses.

--- off topic but he is totally the guy to get an outline tattoo just so he can hand his kid markers and let them go to town coloring it in. And he'll leave it on for days, carefully saran wrapping the tattoo/marker each time he goes into the shower.

-- He likes the older country.. Like Merle, Patsy, Johnny.. You get it. Will get drunk off his face and serenade his SO in the bar to some Conway in a heartbeat and have absolutely zero shame for it.

-- Briefly wanted to be a doctor as a kid. But he's a lil squeamish about certain injuries and excess blood. He'll die before he admits it, but yeah. Can't stand bones through skin or excess blood, makes him hurl every time.

-- I feel like his father was kind of a Texan version of Frank Gallagher, so when he and Billy were younger, they had to fend for themselves a lot of the time. I also feel like he spent a lot of time as a kid believing he had no other option than to grow up and become another Walt and this made him bitter. Football probably saved his life, because if he hadn't gotten on the Panthers, I can easily see him as having gone down an entirely different path. I think his drinking and partying a lot stem from the fact that he's not thinking about all of this when he's got a few drinks in him. And he hates reliving the past or thinking about it, so he just kind of never dealt with a lot of the shit until Walt came back in and fucked up again before disappeaering. So the first time Tim actually deals with his past is when his own father shows up and immediately tries to destroy things with his 'family' -the team, by stealing camera equipment.

-- I feel like Tim hates fights but he won't run from them, either. I feel like the reason he hates them is that he knows he has anger and he doesn't want to let it get too far out of pocket.

-- only goes 'hunting' for the naps and the chance to be outside. The sport he really enjoys as far as the above goes is fishing. He could fish all day, easy. But he's not too big on actually hunting, so he'll go but he's probably just doing it to unwind and isn't actively trying to get a buck or anything. He pretends to be bigger into hunting than he actually is because it's how he was raised.

NOT SAFE FOR THE TUMBLR

-- he'd literally worship you if you took control in bed. He normally loves to be in control, yes, but.. there's this part of him that wants someone to turn him into a groaning mess beneath their body.

-- that said, he is a soft!dom. He's chill, he's got boundaries, he takes damn good care of you, but. He really enjoys putting you in your place too.

--- STAMINA. He's got it.

-- He's not overly kinky, but he enjoys holding your hands down an pinning you under him. Or tying them.. because yannow, he likes to watch you come undone knowing you can't touch or anything until he allows it.

-- breeding kink, oh my god. tell him you want to have his babies and this man turns into a feral slut.

-- decently equipped. He's girthy and veiny. Average length though but that doesn't matter because holy shit, he knows how to use what he has.

-- he never actually slept around, it was reputation. He slept with a handful of people, tops and he was in relationships with them. This makes me think boy is a romantic. And a huge sappy one at that.

--- BUT BUT... he will rail you, oh my god. His hand at your throat, deep and slow. He likes missionary or cowgirl the best because of this. He likes to watch you come undone.

-- this man will spend hours between your thighs edging you until you're trying to shove his mouth away.

-- Ride his thighs. Fuckin loves it.

-- Will leave handprints all over you, ugh, your honor, I'ma down bad.

-- Likes to pull hair, but does it gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt you.

-- Always has to be touching. And has zero shame in copping a tits or an ass feel right out in front of God and everybody, esp when he's got you molded against him and slow dancing.

-- if you praise him he will fucking melt.

-- anything to do with calling him baby, praising him or kissing him in certain areas / playing with his hair are all it takes to get him going. Or kiss him in the middle of an argument to shut him up.

-- Loves makeup sex.

#tim riggins #tim riggins fanfiction #tim riggins imagine #tim riggins fanfic #tim riggins x reader #tim riggins headcanons #tim riggins x reader headcanons #but mostly tim riggins tbh

[multifandom006]

Marvel characters with kids (baby sitting)

-Bruce? yeah you have him wrapped around your finger no question

-even hulk! neither one can say no to you

-he teaches you cool science stuff so you can show off at school

-your nickname for him is ''cuddles'' or ''big green'' for hulk

-when bruce sees you upset or finds out your upset, he will sit and listen to you when you need to talk.

-He watches Disney movies with you whenever you want to watch them, doesn't matter what one.

-Clint literally treats you as one of his own, plus his kids love you

-he teaches you how to shoot an arrow even though you miss a couple times

-Clint cuts your sandwiches into star shapes because you told him you liked stars

-he reads to you when you can't sleep or aren't tired yet, its either a made up story or from a book

-Clint tells you stories about him and Natasha's adventures

-you call him ''birdie'' a lot

-okay this man may have a tough act around people but with you? yeah no Bucky is a massive softie

-he lets you sit on his shoulders when the two of you are out in public

-cuddles? that's a yes. when your tired you cuddle his vibranium arm, even though he's a bit scared you always say its comfy

-Bucky cooks you pancakes when your with him.

-he tells you stories about him an Steve back in the forties

-you call him big bear and he calls you little bear

-Bucky is protective of you and hates seeing you cry, but he does everything in his power to cheer you up

-Natasha adores you that's it she loves you

-She lets you braid her hair, you've told her you like her red hair better

-protective? you bet she is the she finds out your being bullied she shows up at school and has a ''word'' with the parents of the child

-combat? yes you've asked her and she has said no but you convince her with your puppy eyes

-the two of you spend some time drawing or colouring and sometimes sending funny photos to Clint and Yelena

-Kate is wrapped around your finger, no doubt about that

-she takes you to the park with Lucky

-you adore Lucky like a lot

-Kate lets you get away with just about anything its kinda funny

-She calls you her sidekick and you call her Arrow queen

-movies? that's a given the two of you watch a lot of movies together and some times tv shows.

-Pietro is the fun uncle alright he would let you get away with anything

-He helps you with your school work when you struggle with it

-Pietro carries you around when he runs and you love it

-you call him speedy a lot and he calls you speedy Jr

-The two of you pull pranks on Clint because its funny ''You didn't see that coming?" you both say that a lot

-Loki is a softie with you

-he tells you that your his favourite human and whenever he does you always smile which makes him smile to

-You call odin a knock off Santa when he's mean to Loki, and of course Loki laughs at that

-same with Pietro, you and Loki pull a lot of pranks on people, more so Thor because why not

-Loki let's you braid his hair and call him a ''pretty princess'' when your done

-Your the god of mischief's partner in crime.

-Yelena loves you okay she freaking loves you

-she calls you her little widow

-she's protective of you, and doesn't like seeing you hurt even though you tell her your fine

-when she takes you to school she always calls out saying ''have fun little widow'' and when hearing that you always end up having a good day

-you and Yelena prank call people, you both love the confused tones in peoples voices

-lets start with the fact you can lift both storm breaker and Mjollnir. you are worthy at the age of 9

-Thor loves you

-he always tells you stories about Asgard and he takes you there

-Your his little goddess of thunder

-Thor always visits you at school even when its raining and stormy, you gets excited when you see the lighting because you know Thor's coming

-Thor always comforts you when you have nightmares and will tell you stories to help you fall asleep.

-Tony spoils you rotten

-When he picks you up from school he always does it in his iron man suit and you love it

-He always calls you ''munchkin''

-the the two of you go out every Wednesday for cheese burgers the two of you are Cheese burger buddies

-Tony made you a pink iron man suit for your birthday and it was the best gift ever

-BEST BIG BROTHER FIGURE EVER

-you and Peter are close and you look up to him

-Peter takes you out for ice cream and always takes you out on Spiderman adventures (NOT DANGEROUS ONES)

-You've told him to man up when it came to talking to MJ

-Aunt May loves you and loves that you keep Peter on his toes

-you wear his Spiderman mask and call yourself ''spider lady''

-This woman loves you will all her heart

-you and Wanda bake sweets in the free time

-reading stories, she loves reading to you

-Wanda is protective. she doesn't like seeing you upset, she does whatever she can to cheer you up

-you always fall asleep on Wanda but she doesn't mind she loves it

-The two of you go to the park a lot, she adores the smile on your face

-Wanda calls you her little princess

-Steve is a massive softie with you

-whenever your out in public he carries you on his shoulders

-Your his number one fan

-He takes you to meet Peggy and she loves you the sassy attitude she finds amazing

-Steve tells you stories about the trouble he used to get into

-You made your own shield out of cardboard and Steve finds is adorable

-He can't say no to you like at all-

-Just like Pietro he's the fun uncle

-Sam calls you mini falcon

-the two of you take bucky's arm and hide it from him

-a lot of pranks happen but it makes you happy and Sam loves it

-getting bullied at school ? dont worry Uncle Sam is to the rescue and ''talks'' to the kids parents

-Sam takes you out for ice cream and you always end up eating half of his but he doesn't care

-he does your hair on school days and you always get excited when sam does it.

#bruce banner #Clint barton #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #wanda maximoff #Peter parker #pietro maximoff #Steve rogers #sam wilson #Kate bishop #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #tony stark #marvel headcanons #marvel fluff

[glenndiferous]

1. Pancakes and Birthday Bois

July 20th means birthdays, and birthdays mean pancakes.

The ingredients engulf my meager studio apartment kitchen countertop. Flour, baking soda, baking powder, buttermilk, oil, sugar, milk, even that good syrup that comes in those glass containers shaped like a maple leaf. Enough assorted toppings to feed a small village, ranging from fruits to candy pieces to mini marshmallows all situated in Tupperware containers. It’s all so perfectly arranged. Tonight, we dine like kings, if those kings dined on the worst pancakes you’ve ever seen in your life.

I’m not too sure when the tradition got started exactly. It must have been in freshman year of high school, or technically the summer after it. We were doing icebreakers in one of the classes on the first day- typical ‘say a fun fact about yourself’ kinda stuff, and these two other kids- Jake and Tulip- mentioned that they shared the same birthday: July 20th. As soon as I heard that, I was like- hey, July 20th is my birthday too, and that was all it took. Before the end of the day, we were bound at the hip. The Birthday Bois. With an ‘I’. Don’t ask why the ‘I’, or why the name at all, given two of the three of us are girls. It was Jake’s idea, and it seemed funny at the time. I’m not gonna get into it.

Tulip and Jake, they’ve been friends since elementary school, so they already had dual birthday celebrations down to a science by the time they met me. But once I joined the gang, and there were three birthdays to celebrate at the same time, we knew had to do something bigger. At some point during our brainstorming process, I mentioned I liked cooking and baking, so we threw out suggestions of some foods to see if we had anything we all enjoyed that I could try my hand at making. Finally, we decided on breakfast for dinner- however many pancakes we could eat, and however many ridiculous toppings we wanted. Pamcakes, we call them, because I’m the one in charge of making them. Tulip tried to make them one time, and she’s gotten mad every time we’ve brought it up since. I swear, that girl could burn water if she tried. But hey, I can’t dance nearly as well as she can, so we’ve both got our strengths, right? She’s the one dancing professionally, while I’m stuck waiting tables at the Hard Rock. I say we’re even.

It isn’t long before I get a knock at the door. Let the fun begin, I think, the corners of my lips tugging into a grinch-like grin.

“Is this the residence of the third Birthday Boi?” Jake’s familiar teasing voice calls from behind the door.

Snorting, I place my hands on my hips and approach the entrance to my apartment. “And just who’s asking?”

“Birthday Boi one and two!” Tulip’s voice chirps.

Enough pleasantries out of the way, I go to pull open the door. “Well, if that’s the case, come on i- oh my god!”

I spot Jake first, probably because he’s wearing the loudest shirt I’ve ever seen, a violently hot pink tee with BIRTHDAY BOIS written across the front in blocky yellow letters. His smile spreads wide at my reaction, and he reaches up to tilt the highlighter yellow shutter shades he’s wearing so I can see him wiggling his bushy brows.

“I think she likes it,” Jake stage whispers to Tulip.

Tulip, in comparison, is wearing something far less ridiculous- a strapless, peachy orange sundress whose skirt ghosts past her knees. I can all too easily imagine her twirling around in it. It’s hard to imagine her off the stage once you see her dance. She looks ridiculously pretty in it, but she looks ridiculously pretty in everything, so that’s not like, shocking.

“Make yourselves at home, idiots,” I say, recovering from my hot pink nightmare surprise long enough to step aside and let them through.

Jake carries his bags with him, collapsing onto my sofa with a contented sigh. “So, what’re we doing?” he asks. “Presents first, pancakes first…?”

“Up to you guys,” I reply. “I’ve already got the stuff out, so it’s ready to go whenever.”

“I’m gonna be honest,” Tulip chimes. “I haven’t eaten… anything today. I need to murder some pancakes.”

I clap my hands, rubbing them together like a mad scientist. “Well, I think that settles it! Alright, pancake murder accomplices, to the kitchen! We’ve got a crime scene to create!”

“Off the couch, dummy,” Tulip calls.

“Pamcakes, pamcakes, pamcakes!” Jake chants, launching off the sofa like a rocket.

For all my talk of them being accomplices, they don’t really do much other than stand there and watch, at least for the pancake-making portion of the activity. Not that I mind, of course. I’ve got a Process. I’ve got an Intricate Pamcake Ritual.

Tulip stands a safe distance away, like she’s worried stepping too close to the stove is going to start another oil fire. Jake, on the other hand, practically rests his chin on my shoulder, watching with fervent, hungry adoration as I pour globs of my mixture into the greased pan.

The pancakes bloom over the metal surface, cream-colored batter slowly stiffening into thick, risen disks and filling the air with the scent of butter and vanilla. My mouth waters- god damn, I always seem to forget how good they smell when I’m not in the moment. I slide each finished pancake onto a plate, shooting Jake the stink eye whenever he tries to nab one. Tulip’s got me covered, though- every time he reaches out for the ever-growing Tower of Pamcakes, she slaps his hand away.

Once the mixture’s depleted and the pancakes are done, I set out the plate on the kitchen counter next to the containers of pre-prepared toppings. “Alright, Bois. Commit as many crimes as you want,” I say.

Jake cheers, immediately snatching up at least five pancakes from the pile before moving to the toppings. A chuckling Tulip follows, taking a far more modest two.

While they’re preoccupied with their own creations, I grab a few for myself. I dump spoonful after spoonful of mini marshmallows, white chocolate chips, and toffee pieces onto the pancakes, then bury it all in a mountain of whipped cream and generous syrup. I’ll commit a food crime, sure, but only in terms of proportions. I still have to eat it, after all. Who’d want to eat something that tastes bad on their birthday? That’d be a waste of perfectly good pancakes!

I catch Jake staring at his pancake crime, studying it like it’s a modern art piece he’s trying to make sense of. His plate is a mess of chopped-up strawberries, cinnamon sugar, chocolate chips, blueberries, caramel- and that’s just what I can make out in the multicolored madness.

“What’s up, Jake?” I ask.

He’s silent for a long time, rubbing his chin contemplatively. “So like. This is a pancake crime. But right now it just kinda looks like a pancake misdemeanor. Maybe even just a pancake tort.”

“When you want, what, a pancake felony?” Tulip asks, in the middle of showering her pancakes with sliced bananas.

“I want a pancake violation of the Geneva Conventions.”

With his intentions uttered, Jake takes to my fridge, practically ripping the door off its hinges to see what’s inside. He moves faster than I’ve ever seen him move, grabbing whatever his hands touch, and soon enough he’s gotten an armful of shit that should never go on pancakes. Then, because he’s not yet satisfied, he raids my pantry as well.

God help us, it all goes on the pancakes. He pours tabasco. He sprinkles broken pieces of pretzels. He plucks grapes off the bunch I had in the fridge, dropping them onto the plate without even bothering to cut them up. When the grapes expectedly roll off the pancakes, he gets creative, spraying a layer of whipped cream atop it all to act as a weird grape trap. He powders the cream with some of the thyme I keep in the pantry closet. I feel like I’m watching the pancake Hindenburg explode.

Somehow, he’s finally satisfied. Thank fuck. I’m not sure I could have handled watching and more of that. He pulls a fork and knife out of my drawer, then sits down on my couch next to Tulip.

“Well, I think you’ve done it, Jake,” Tulip says, not bothering to hide her horror. “That’s not just a pancake crime, that’s a downright pancake calamity.”

“And you love it.”

“And I love it. But… you’re not actually eating that, right?”

“I have to at least have a bite,” Jake counters.

Tulip’s face scrunches like a perturbed muppet. “Do you? That thing looks poisonous.”

“Are you doubting me?” Jake asks.

Tulip shakes her head. “No! I’m just worried that I’ll have to return my birthday present after you inevitably die from eating your war crime.”

“Then I hope you’ve kept your receipt!” exclaims Jake as he carves himself a forkful.

“Don’t start yet, I haven’t even sat down!” I interrupt, rushing as fast as I can to get to the recliner beside the coffee table. Luckily Hard Rock has me well-versed in carrying trays of food around, so I manage not to spill anything on the way there. I put my plate of toffee-marshmallow-chip pancakes aside, pulling out my phone and turning on the camera. This needs to be recorded. This is the kind of shit you show at weddings- or funerals, if Tulip’s hypothesis is correct.

“Tell me when you’re recording,” Jake says, the fork full of nightmares hovering inches away from his mouth.

“Floor’s all yours, bud,” I say.

Tulip angles her body so that she’s shielding Jake. “For legal purposes, neither of us forced him to do this.” Her disclaimer over, she sits back, letting Jake have the stage again.

“Gimme a countdown,” he says.

I hold up my fingers on my free hand for maximum effect. “One… two… three!”

Jake plunges the forkful of his atrocity into his mouth before pulling the utensil out. He chews several times, his cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk.

All is silent for a moment. I can feel my held breath sitting in the back of my throat.

Then, slowly, Jake’s face twists in a mixture of disgust and regret. I stifle my giggling.

“It’s not good,” he weakly manages through his mouthful. His eyes crinkle in despair, semi-visible behind his highlighter yellow shades.

The dam holding back my giggles bursts. I nearly drop my phone in my laughing fit, barely able keep the camera trained on the suffering Jake.

Tulip cuffs him on the shoulder. “No shit, idiot!” she playfully chastises.

To his credit, Jake finishes his mouthful, forcing it down his throat before sticking his tongue out and making a show of trying to wipe the flavor off of it. “Never again,” he mutters darkly, eyes wide and haunted.

Tulip snorts, returning her attention to her own, considerably less cursed pancakes. “Yeah. Next time, leave the food stuff to Pammy.”

“Deal,” he wheezes.

The rest of the pancake consumption passes without issue, unless you count them being too damn delicious an issue. With our food demolished and the plates in the sink, it’s time to move to the gift-giving portion of the evening. Since I’m the one who made the pancakes to begin with, I get my presents first.

“Dibs!” Jake calls, already reaching into his bag. He rips out a small gift- a lumpy, sad wad of a thing that’s more tape than wrapping paper. I take it from him, pulling apart the sticky bits until a very familiar, very vibrant hot pink fabric greets me. I pull the article out, holding it up to confirm. It’s the same BIRTHDAY BOIS tee shirt Jake is wearing.

“Oh my god, Jake,” I breathe.

“You like it?” he asks.

“Of course I like it!” I squeal, hugging it to my chest. “Birthday Bois for life!”

“Birthday Bois for life!” Jake cheers, pumping his fist.

“Okay, okay, my turn,” Tulip urges. She hands me a small, wrapped rectangle, and I tear through the paper shell with reckless abandon. A book cover stares back at me, depicting a gorgeous young woman in the tight embrace of an amorous, even gorgeous-er mermaid, the latter’s tail curled protectively around the human’s legs as they float under the waves. ‘Mermaids and Mischief’, the title reads, ‘by BN Donner’.

“Oh my god, Tutu,” I whisper, heat rushing to my cheeks. My eyes break away from the cover long enough to glance to Tulip, who’s grinning like a loon.

“What is it?” Jake asks, craning his neck as he leans forward on the couch.

Squeaking, I cover the book with the Birthday Bois shirt and put it aside. “A-ah, it’s just a uh- a thing! Girl stuff- you wouldn’t get it! Uh- you want your presents next, Jake?”

“Duh!” he answers, immediately distracted. I nearly empty my lungs. Pammy’s Monsterfucker Secret = 1, Jake = 0.

From Tulip, Jake gets a new notebook for his standup, and from me, he gets an equally dumb shirt- one with a bunch of giraffes standing in a crosswalk next to a stoplight labeled “giraffic jam”. He laughs at the latter for a solid three minutes. Now it’s my turn to smile like an idiot. Hell yeah. Look out, ladies! Pammy Packard wins at cooking and gift-giving.

Tulip, on the other hand, gets a new dance bag from me, along with the same Birthday Bois shirt from Jake.

“We should take a picture with them!” he suggests. “Y’know, to mark the occasion! I mean- we’ve been around a whole quarter of a century.”

“Say no more!” I declare, snatching up the shirt and hurrying into the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I remove my tee, pulling the shirt over my head. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, shooting finger guns at my reflection. Honestly, for such a dumb shirt, I’m kind of pulling it off. Have I always looked this good in bright pink, or am I just bored to tears by my black work uniform? Both? Probably both.

Satisfied with my Birthday Boi attire, I come back into the living room. Jake and Tulip are standing by the night-darkened window, downtown Pittsburgh twinkling shittily behind them. In lieu of changing out of her current outfit, Tulip’s simply put the shirt on over it.

“… probably should have done that, huh?” I ask, chuckling.

“Nah, I only did it because I’m wearing a dress,” Tulip points out. “Now get over here.”

I rush over, getting in between them as I pull out my phone and switch the camera to selfie mode. The three of us stand there as I angle it this way and that, trying my damnedest to find a position to hold my arm that allows all of us to show up in the shot. Finally, I line it up successfully, grinning toothily.

“Saaaay twenty-five!” I call, voice cheery.

“Twenty-five!” Tulip and Jake chime.

I press the button a couple of times, making sure I’ve captured a decent image of us. And then I take a couple more, just in case. Once that’s done, I head to the gallery, flicking through the photos to find the best one while the other two loom over my shoulder.

“Ooh, that one’s good- send me that one,” Tulip comments. I stop on the image she’s chosen. To the right of my toothy expression, Jake is sticking his tongue out, and on the left, Tulip is flashing a warm, crooked smile.

My smile grows warm at the sight of it. Damn. I’ve really known these two doofuses for over a little over a decade now. Hell, sometimes it feels like we’ve been friends even longer. I’m not too sure where our lives will have taken us in a decade beyond this moment, but I sure hope that, if we do end up going our separate ways, we keep the Birthday Boi spirit alive from a distance. Maybe one day Jake’ll be a famous comedian, and Tulip will be dancing on Broadway. Maybe I’ll get a better job than the Pittsburgh Hard Rock Café, at a place that serves food more high-brow than Lionel Messi-themed burgers.

Wow, my dreams seem a lot lamer in comparison, huh?

I send Tulip the image, and things wind down after that. I turn on Netflix and we pick a movie to watch, and we spend the rest of the evening in relative silence- save Jake’s occasional goofy commentary on whatever’s playing.

Eventually, Tulip has to leave- her barista shift starts first thing tomorrow morning, and she needs her beauty sleep. Jake follows her out, and the two depart with their assorted gifts, wishing me plenty of happy birthdays as they stroll into the hallway.

I shut the door behind them, sighing. Alone again. I pull out my phone to check the time. 11:34. Jeesh. Maybe I should get some sleep too.

I pull the plates out of the sink and load the dishwasher, putting away any pancake ingredients I’ve left on the counter while I’m at it. There’s still plenty of toppings left in the containers I set out. I could always make myself some more pamcakes tomorrow morning. I’ve got nothing else going on, after all. Yeah! Who says the birthday girl has to stop treating herself as soon as it hits midnight?

With the scene of the pancake party crimes cleaned up, I brush my teeth and toss my pjs on. I flop onto the bed, letting the mattress engulf me. Oh, fuck yeah. Bed time, baby.

I spend maybe five minutes trying to sleep before I give up and start scrolling through Tumblr. So, the usual routine, really. I pass by the typical text posts and stolen TikTok clips, reblogging a few that make me chuckle. Then, I reach a piece of fanart, and I stop my scrolling.

It’s an image of Horse and Wammawink from the Netflix show Centaurworld. It’s been ages since I’ve seen the show, but one of my Tumblr mutuals I started following during my Centaurworld phase still reblogs fanart of it daily, so images like these aren’t a rare occurrence. Damn, what a throwback. It’s been what, two years since that show ended? Two and a half? Maybe I’ll rewatch some of it tomorrow. I know Jake liked it too; it was exactly his kind of show. Tulip, not so much- Jake tried to get her to watch it since she’s into musicals, but she couldn’t stand the humor and stopped a couple episodes in.

In the image, the magenta-and-pink alpacataur holds the tubby blue-gray equine’s snout in one hand, the latter nuzzling against her face in a display of gentle, reassuring affection. It feels warm- the colors were soft, the linework softer, everything fluffy and curvy. I can almost imagine the sensation of Horse’s muzzle in Wammawink’s hand- the way the warhorse’s white snout nestled into the centaur’s fingers, the way the fur rubbed against the digits...

Reblogging it, I continue on with my nightly doomscrolling until I’m too tired to see the words on the screen. Putting the phone on my nightstand, I curl up under the covers, trying to get some sleep. No work tomorrow. Fuck yeah. That means I can sleep in and do a whole lot of nothing. One of my favorite activities!

* * *

I dream, and I dream I’m on a battlefield where no one’s fighting. The combatants have lowered their bows, their fists, their gazes- and mine- cast skyward. They’re all looking at the same thing, and once I see what that thing is, I can’t bring myself to look away either.

A monstrous ribbon of black, smoking tar swirls in the sky, an airborne oil slick given sentience. It coils in on itself, swallowing and regurgitating its own oily smog, a horrendous roaring howl bellowing from its bony, bestial skull. Then, just as quickly as its torturous display began, the hovering monster dives downward, a black, disgusting tar dripping from the sockets of its skeletal face and the gaps between its teeth as it vanishes into a nearby ravine.

It all falls silent again, and something strikes the still-awake part of my dream-brain. I’ve seen this moment before. I remember seeing this moment before. It’s from the Centaurworld finale- the scene right before The Last Lullaby.

As soon as I realize that, however, something new happens- like my brain’s punishing me for the recognition. A massive geyser of multicolored light erupts from the ravine, a kaleidoscope of vibrancy. It’s so powerful that I can hear it, the air itself humming. The ground trembles as the laser surges skyward, filling the air with the rainbow light.

Then, a bright white shockwave bursts from the massive beam, spreading outward in a large, expanding ring. It knocks over everything it touches, human soldiers, multicolored centaurs, armored minotaurs,

Me.

It’s like a cannonball’s slammed into my chest. I feel my legs go over my head, my body suddenly airborne, tumbling. Everything inside me hums and rattles, like my bones and organs are trying to escape without me. I try and grab something, anything, but the more I move the less I feel like I have fingers to grasp with, or arms to flail, or a mouth to scream or ears to hear the ringing or eyes to see when

Everything goes white.

* * *

I grumble, sitting up and scrubbing my hands over my face. Ugh. That was a weird-ass dream. Note to self: no more reblogging Centaurworld art before bedtime. I rub away the crust trying its damnedest to glue my eyelids together. Pittsburgh is loud today, even this early in the morning. Louder than usual, even, if that can be believed. Someone’s honking their horn on the streets outside, earning a smattering of muffled curses and other snide remarks from nearby pedestrians. Blegh. Never a dull moment downtown, that’s for damn sure.

Rising to my feet, I shuffle into the bathroom, my gait sluggish and not yet awake. I know I’ve got some ibuprofen in here somewhere…

With only one foot in the doorway, I freeze in the threshold between the bathroom and the rest of my apartment. My eyes widen at my reflection, my shocked expression projected back at me from the mirror above my sink.

Two soft, circular magenta ears poke through the blond hair atop my scalp.

[rockheadcd]

@electrivolt said: "Hey, love—" he's trying to be gentle waking him up, careful kisses as he's basically laying on top of him under many layers of blankets. It's a wonder he even managed to wake up before Roark in the first place, and it took its own amount of effort too, but— it's worth it to surprise his love, isn't it? Just a little impatiently waiting for him to wake up now. "Merry Christmas, love." And the gifts are carefully wrapped and stacked in a neat pile on the nightstand for Roark to notice, a sweater covered in silly dinos, a set of dinosaur shaped taco holder and a dinosaur waffle maker he couldn't just turn down the moment it crossed his search, now could he? Are half of those a bit of a joke gift? Absolutely, but he knows his love very well by now, he knows what Roark will laugh at and cherish. Besides, the handmade card sitting on top of the pile is very genuine, a few more words of affection and appreciation getting to share another day like this with him. He's a little in love, isn't he? ( a lot. it's a lot in love. ) "We can go down and get breakfast when you're ready." They do have something to try out now after all, right? / chrimmy goodies.

All that really comes out is disgruntled groaning, the mandatory days off kicking his poor, overworked body into rest mode—sure, that usually meant he was up at a normal hour of the morning versus before the sun was up, but in between that was the scheduled visit to see his father and all of the 'mons living on Iron Island as well, chow down on some good eats, and then enjoy a nice evening exchanging gifts and drinks in front of a toasty wood fire. He probably was recovering from that ( what can he say, egg nog was good! ) more than anything, but part two was upon him in the form of a pound of blankets, the love of his life, and a bunch of kisses to bring him back to the land of the living.

He offers Volkner a sleepy smile, returning any kiss that lands against his lips. "Hold on.." Roark envelopes him in a warm hug instead, yawning, squeezing him tighter, then finally letting go when he's done. Getting out of bed is hard, but he doesn't even notice that Volkner brought his presents to him until he has to find his glasses to really see anything up close, surprised and content all at once. "Ah, you didn't have to bring them up here, love—" he comments, even as he's moving to sit up and put everything in his lap, navigating around his love, perpetually cold during this time of the year.

One at a time, he opens them up, more and more excited as he turns over each one, even burying his face into the sweater and contemplating putting it on now. "Aha, I think we have to make pancakes for the morning now with this, I can't say no to dinosaur bites." When he finally reads the card, where Volkner often put his most eloquent thoughts down, he just can't help but smile warmly, carefully putting it aside to hug him again and give him another kiss. "Merry Christmas—I love you so much!" Man, if he didn't have some presents under the tree, getting out of bed would have been impossible today.

"Alright, alright. I'm kinda hungry, so I guess we can make some breakfast. You also have your gifts to open up, too. They're under the tree and all."

As for those? Well, he knew Volkner to be one to try to not stand out, but he couldn't help when he found another feline-themed hoodie to keep him warm, little ears on the hood and all. The next, a simple thermos—the purpose isn't clear at first until he looks at it as if it's a blank canvas. Something to decorate, and something to keep his hot chocolate warm in this snowy, freezing season. Another is a pack of markers on the more expensive side in their purpose, Roark having done some research into his gifts, apparently. He can't really help it though, he tries to find things practical! And finally, as if Volkner needed another thing to sleep with, a heated blanket in blue that he'd certainly end up sharing with all of the Sunyshore 'mons, a nice, heavy wool to hold in all of that much-needed heat.

"C'mon, let's get out of bed—"

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks. #🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic.

[cotgar2]

Hi hi!! I’m getting into drawing humans and I would love to see your process for your lined and coloured digital pieces! I would also love some advice for drawing in any nature if you can~

No problem at all!! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I wanted to get a good drawing to show a step by step process for lol. And since I’m extremely aware of the fact that my handwriting’s crap lol, under the cut is a transcription!

NOTE: I’M NOT AN EXPERT. THERE ARE TOTALLY BETTER EXPLANATIONS OUT THERE LOL

Roughs, imo, help just understand wtf you’re doing lol. They don’t have to be neat in any sense, and they just serve the purpose of you understanding how you’re gonna go about whatever

I am literally insane and do lines in one layer 99% of the time. And usually my “lines” are what most artists consider their sketch. I’m just an impatient artist fhfhdbfb

In my experience, changing the lines after helps find spots that were missed when coloring much easier! Whether that’s with the fill bucket or by hand, it’s super annoying when it misses stuff. Happens to the best of us

If I could marry a stage of art, it’s these two. I feel like I black out and wake up when I do them, but they’re so fun. I apologize for the last one not really having advice, but it seriously is up to the artist on what to do here! I add gradients with different layer types to make colors pop, but the colors can change depending on where they are or even what character it is. There’s no set-in-stone advice there, at least in my experience, and that can go for both stages 4 and 5.

AND I GOT A HUGE TIP FOR DRAWING HUMANS: REFERENCES!!! USE THEM!!!! I am a big fucking idiot for not using them more, since a kid I’ve been resistent and IDK WHY, IM A BIG STUPID IDIOT, USE REFERENCES PLEASE. It helps so much and makes your art make sense. By that, I mean that the gestures are so much clearer and everything. Your best reference? YOU!! Take a photo of yourself doing a stupid-ass pose! I did that for my recent animation, where this exact frame was taken from me, posing in front of my camera!

(His fuckin pancakes :,( fhshhd im sorry)

Do not be scared to use references, please. I beg of you, I beg of ANYONE reading this. USE REFERENCES. TAKE STUPID CRINGE PHOTOS OF YOURSELF FOR YOUR ART.

Hope that helped!! And again I am not a professional and none of this is saying to copy me exactly. It’s purposefully leaving out some of my process so you can explore your own approach at drawing humans! I wish you luck, anon!! :Dcc

Transcript:

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

1) “Rough”. Note: A sketch doesn’t have to be this defined!! Gets shape and definition; understanding where limbs / hair / clothes go, consistent dynamics. General understanding of what to do, basically. Pointing at dog face: Wasn’t in final, and that’s okay! (Extra image: I wouldn’t worry about this, but this just shows how the dynamics try to flow. Basically just up lol)

2) Lines/Cleanup. Multiple stages can happen!!! Defines shapes… And that all I kinda do loll. Lineart differs from person to person! I personally try not to use the stabilizer unless I need to, just to give it a hand-drawn look! Though that definitely has its downsides… This part takes me the longest…

3) Flats. I usually don’t put too much work into this step. I don’t change lines until after flats! Pointing to dog face: No more mouth! Pointing to bottom image: For stylistic purposes, I put the highlights from JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen) here too

#if i had a nickel for every time I wish I had better handwriting #but yeah! i am seriously no expert and make it look so simple #i swear art is some form of wizardry. even going through it /i/ was surprised #it doesn’t feel that easy and it definitely isnt but how can it look that easy #anyways I hope this helps in some form anon! don’t be scared to look up tutorials and other stuff! no harm in doing so!! #my art #ask #cotgar rambles #long post

[fox-daddy]

My MC; Kyle

Name: Kyle Bovin

Name meaning:Kyle from a placename (from the Irish Gaelic caol "narrow, strait").

It is sometimes translated from the Gaelic as "handsome."

Boivin is a french last name that translates to 'drink wine'

Age: (depends on rp)

Height: 4'4

Gender: trans male

Favorite season: spring

Favorite food: pancakes and Blueberries

Favorite flower: snowdrop

Favorite animal: Crow

Favorite drink: Apple cider/apple juice

Favorite colour: green and purple

Pet:rocky (He's a transgender rock )

Favorite creature: western dragon

Familiar: Kai (Kea)

Hair Colour: bright red

Hair style:short and slightly curvy hair. Not super curly like Asra's just slight curl to it. Although it is very thick easy for someone to run their fingers through.

Eye colour: greenish blue

Skin colour: Slightly toasted and has very small speakers of lighter and darker tones scattered around his body.

Body shape:he is very small with slightly chubby arms/leg and a slightly chubby belly. Being closest to Portia in body shape. He has a defined jaw despite the fact he has chubby cheeks. Or baby cheeks.

Outfit:green dragon cape, red scarf, silver dress with dark brown shoes. His dress has golden (not real gold) sleeves and hem and a small pocket over where his heart is. Inside he carries his pet rock, rocky. He also has a shoulder bag kinda like Asra its just very handy for keeping things in. Although he prefers his backpack due to it putting equal weight on both shoulders and has the capacity to carry more.

Extras: in winter he puts away his dragon cape and silver dress and wears a dark blue beanie with blue pom pom top. It has a lot of small red hearts all over the top and a pale blue snow flake design in the middle.

3 different shades of blue and one shade of red.

Along with a big fluffy jumper and thick pants.

Masquerade outfit: dark green tuxedo with a matching dark green Cape designed to look like feathers. Inside the cape is black with the middle of it being bright red with yellow stripes underneath the red. While the outside is almost completely dark green but blends into an easy to miss blue shade.

The cape is designed to look similar to how Kea wings look.

His mask is mainly dark green matching the rest of the outfit. With bright yellow around the eyes and a matching yellow curved beck. It is decorated with some blue and black markings

Fears:being completely alone, being in pure darkness (no not the same as normal night time darkness I mean void level darkness), heights and going home (even if he doesn’t remember why he’s scared to go home.)

Likes:hot chocolate, rain heavy or light, thunder, pancakes, snakes, lizards, animals in general, he likes a lot of things

[Some MC backstory spoilers ahead]

Past:all that he really knows is what he has been told by Asra and the others. Being a magician from small island off exploring new areas.

He meet Asra at the masquerade wearing a komodo dragon themed outfit. He showed up to few more mascarades before the plague hit each one as a different animal. Wanting to help he looked into the plague under the guidance of Julian learning the most he can about medicine during the disaster and finding his skill was best spent helping those on the Lazarent where everything went downhill from there. From catching the plague to being send to the furnace. He knows he could find out more about his past by going home but-

Everytime he tries to remember why he’s scared he gets small headache as it’s hard to tell if it’s truly the deal stopping him from remembering or himself as a defence mechanism.

Rocky's origin: While on the island helping with the plague victims Kyle felt utterly alone. So he went to the beach and after looking found a perfect rock that fit in his hand. It's smooth on one side rough on the other helping calm him down. So he kept it. Well dying of the plague he painted eyes on the rock and named it Pebbi the pebble. Pebbi the pebble stuck by Kyles side while he was dying. She was almost cremated with Kyle but kyle left a small box of a few items to be sent back to his shop trusting Asra to look after Pebbi and said items.

After coming back from the dead the first time Kyle discovered Pebbi in the shop it gave him a headache. However he was quick to re-adopt his pet rock under the new name rocky. Although he is very determined to remind Asra that rocky isn't a pebble he's a small rock.

#the arcana mc #the arcana original character #the arcana game #the arcana apprentice #fan apprentice #the arcana spoilers

[itspkuwu]

Some imp headcanons

First Pain -When he was a tiny impling, a bat swooped down and took a big bite of his wing. (that’s why I think that bite is there, since on the fandom wiki it says it’s a bat bite)  And ever since then, he’s been terrified of the blood sucking demons, so he likes to call them. -He thought of the name “Pokey” for the pregnant sheep because it was a nickname for “Slowpoke”. -He’s learning how to make potions. Hence why Hades trusted him with the mortal potion for baby Herc. -He really likes soft fluffy animals (besides bats of course) but won’t admit to anyone but Panic -He uses big words to sound smart. Like “dashing” and “chummy” for example. As we saw. -He HATES going down stairs. (since he’s so clumsy) Up stairs is fine however. -He feels really bad after fighting with Panic. (aww) -His favorite color is light blue. -His favorite treat are those weird grub worms, especially if they’re plump. -He doesn’t mind being chubby, in fact he kinda likes it. It cushions the boo boos a bit. -Despite falling, slipping, and tripping so much, he doesn’t actually scar, bruise, or bleed. Since he’s an immortal creature with serval power after all.  -The first thing he ever shape shifted into was a kitten.  -And finally, he nibbles on his tail as a stim. (a stim is something “quirky” he you have autism. Like making sounds, jumping, chewing, etc)  Next is Panic -Whenever he has a freak out moment, Pokey’s soft wool helps him calm down. -He named Pokey’s baby sheep Pancake. -His favorite color is pink. (yes he does keep that a secret unless it’s in front of Pain)  -His favorite treat is soda. -He’s extremely ticklish  -He puts on make up in his spare time just for fun. (yes he also keeps that a secret too)  -The first thing he shape shifted into was a lion -His biggest phobia is thunder… and Zeus…  -He secretly sees Hades as his adoptive papa, despite Hades having anger issues. (aww again)  -He likes it when you scratch behind his horns. -And finally, he has a secret Greek love shrine he made for Cassandra that he visits weekly. Only he knows about it.  Lastly, the underrated noodle known as Neurosis -He hasn’t learned how to shape shift yet -Every time a piece of his hair falls out, it instantly grows back. That’s another one of his powers. -He hates loud noises, bright lights, and over all most spooky things.  -His favorite color is reddish orange. -His favorite treat is banana cake. He’s only had it like one time though. -He often softly cries himself when he’s alone. (another aww)  -He was once upon a time one of the imps trapped inside of Pandora’s box, but the another imps kicked him out for being too “weird”, ““annoying”, “creepy”, you name it.  -And finally… despite everything he might do or say… all he really wants is to be accepted and have a happy, loving family that cares about him. (BIG AWWW)  I already shared these with my friend @jesshq but I wanted to make them public.  So thanks for reading :) 💖 Also you don’t have to agree with me, these are just my opinions. 

#disneyhercules #pain and panic #disneyneurosis #greek mythology #imps #disney villains #headcanons #villain headcanons #disney headcanons #I might make a part two but I’ll have to think of more

[i-imade-a-thing]

Amphibia The Hardest Thing Details!

I cried like 3 times this episode and a mess emotionally rn, this one of the greatest cartoon finals I've ever watch. It is such a bittersweet ending and knowing that there won't be another episode is...really hard. I really love this show and all the details and themes put in to it. Here's to one of the greatest cartoon of all time!

Core being the embodiment of not wanting to change, fearing of being irrelevant (idk y but its kinda similar to ss1 hop pop)

Toadie in the crowd is in his old uniform (animation error i guess)

When the camera is turning we can see the amphibian(s) that took care of their respective girls in background (plantars for anne, grime for sasha, olivia yunan and andrias for marcy)

Sasha's design is similar to her beta designs

Anne's boots and crown have leafs theme over it

During the Calamity fight scene, No Big Deal leitmotif is played throughout the fight

The power they use reflect who they are: Anne summoning tennis racket, ball, cats and having leaves aura when summoning stuff....Sasha summoning pom-pom and wings (like her sword) and moving like cheerleader.....Marcy summoning the DND dice, the background being the pin that she gave to andrias and the fluffy character from her fav game, and the explosion being in shape of weapons from her fav movie

Also Anne's cats missile thingy is similar to Andrias' lizard lazer thingy from the last episode

Andrias saying "Something I should've done a long time ago, standing up to you!" parallel Anne during reunion

Plantars, wartwoodians, wally's dad, the small frogs, olms, apothagary, percy and braddock, beatrix, trintorio, newtopian townies, EVERYONE IS HERE!

"you're my everything, you've change my life" "and you've change mine" ;-;

god damn sprig's crying destroyed me

After gaining all stones power, Anne's body start to crack

When Sprig said "Cmon, you'll be ok" he was smiling and coping, hoping everything will be ok

This look exactly like the painting in Anne's room

There's tennis racket, plantars sign, tennis ball as small will mill, the thai-looking post box, small farm, and anne's glowing sowrd

Picture of Plantars, her parents, domino, and her friends, the pen and cane (from Cane Crazy), sprig's figurines, the plushie (from the domino effect) and figurine (from froggy little christmas) that sprig made, the tea pot (from hopping mall), glowing stars from her room, donut pillow (from beginning of the end), the lamp having butterfly theme, her curtain having the flame pattern (similar to her ss3a outfit), and the wallpaper being leaf pattern

Anne seems to born in 2007

When Anne chat with the Guardian, music box's theme is played

"I have my whole life ahead of me to make bad choice and learn good lesson from them," kinda summarize ss1

DOMINO IS THE ALPHA AND OMEGA (mentioned adventure in catsitting)

Anne gonna lived up to 91 years old lol

Frobo learning not to tackle hug ppl this time, also Anne's theme played

The girls receive the crown with the same color as their gem

When Marcy receive her crown, Marcy's theme played

YUNANLIVIA CANON

Andrias is surprise that Marcy somewhat still care for him

When Sasha start crying after receiving the crown, Sasha's theme played

Sasha still cares about Percy and Braddock

During the scene where Anne said goodbye to Plantars, Anne's theme played

HOP POP CALLING ANNE HIS GRANDDAUGHTER

"Family always finds each other" (from The Day at Aquarium)

"Spranne against the world" is the final message between Anne and Sprig

I will not emotionally recover from this

Andrias having Barrel's warhammer, Leif's pin, Marcy's pin, and leaves in his beard(similar to anne)

Triple B can be seen helping Andrias regrow plants

The dude that was kidnap by dragonfly in the first ep is still up there lmao, also that scene playout similar to first ep: camera panning down on Stumpy's and Wally leaving

Stumpy's now serve Thai Tea Pancakes with maggots

Bog & the boys now have job as moving junk & service with Jacinda (kinda make sense since, u know they move stuff out of wartwood back in ss1)

Polly have a wrench in her pocket

Chuck now have a Tulip Emporium

Jeremy is now with the other mushroom (in a pot)

GRIME BEARD

BESSIE AND JOE HAD KIDS

HOP POP KEPT HIS AVOCADOS

Hop Pop and Sylvia hanging out~

Bunch of callbacks/reference: moss man, Amphibia theme song lyrics, domino 1 & 2, calamity anne form, cursed Anne, roadtrip arc map, anne's leaf, tomato monster, grub hog, Thai Go, and the runes that we never even figure out what the letter "v" and "z" is

The hidden continent Ivy mentioned later seems to be on west of mainland

Ivy still abushing Sprig...and got the red seashell to match sprig's blue moon shell~

When Ivy talked about hidden continent, Anne's theme played

Anne Boonchuy's statue sign also said: "We miss you, girl!"

Marcy having Sakura(naruto) and Bakugo(my hero academia) keychain

Sasha having the 2 swords symbol on her jacket, the 2 swords keychain, bi heart sticker, and her guitar sticker

Marcy is a web comic artist!?

Sasha is a kid therapist!?

Anne having leaf pattern scrunchie

Anne's theme playing in her monologue

each species exhibit reflect Amphibia: frog's modeled after Plantar's house, toad's after Toad tower, newt's after newtopia, and olms after Proteus

End credit stuff:

The end credit cycle from Marcy's theme to Sasha's then to Anne's

Anne's tennis racket, Sasha's pink sword, and Marcy's crossbow was placed where they left Amphibia

Toad tower never seems to be rebuild....plus there's plants growing on it now

จบบริบูรณ์....which means "The End"

Also notice how Anne's is in middle of the picture now

Annnnd that's the end of the show! This show is surely smth special! Can't believe we spent 4 years with this show and seeing it from beginning to end is just...quiet bittersweet. Seeing how everything came together and make this master piece is just, WOW. I really hope we can see these characters and this world some day again in the future, but for now it's time for a rest.

On other notes, thank you for reading the Amphibia Details posts throughout the show lifespan, I really do enjoy looking for details in each episode and cherish everything the crew gave us. So, once again, thank you, and I hope we see each other again in some random post in the future.

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Also I've been crying for around 6 hours straight my eyes feel so dry AHHHHHHHH-

#amphibia #the hardest thing #amphibia details

[multifandomlover01]

Pancake Art

Skip and Alex (x reader) (platonic pretty much)

Art/baking

I think the reader is pretty gender neutral here

And there’s no real romance

So I kinda cheated bc you fry pancakes, you don’t really bake them, but I don’t care, I do what I want, ok?

Word count: 721

Disclaimer: I don’t own BoB or the character portrayals of the real people or the real people. I only own my writing.

Author’s Note: I don’t know if I liked how this one turned out, it’s shorter than my first one and I don’t think there’s enough interaction with the Bois like…it doesn’t feel like there’s enough here, it feels empty

Tag list that no one on it asked for, but let me know if you want to be on or off of it: @cody-helix02 @georgelust @immrsgeorge-luz

Your alarm clock went off and woke you up at 6:30. You were momentarily confused about why you had set it for so early until you remembered that two of your neighbors (each from either side of you) were coming over today to make and eat breakfast with you, something the three of you tried to do at least once a month.

You got up and got ready before they arrived. You were in the kitchen making sure you had everything you might need when you heard a knock at the door. You excitedly ran to the door to open it. The three of you embraced before you welcomed them into your home.

The three of you entered your kitchen and you offered to get them drinks if they wanted them. Alex requested a water while Skip requested orange juice. While you were getting them those drinks, you discussed what you wanted to do for breakfast.

“I was thinking pancakes. I know we’ve been doing more elaborate stuff the past few months, so I thought it’d be nice to go back to basics.” Skip suggested.

“That sounds great!”

“But, I was also thinking that we could still have some fun with it.”

“Oh?”

“You know those videos of…like people doing art or whatever with pancake batter? Like cats and different shapes.”

“Oh yeah! Those look so cool! I’ve always wanted to try that!”

“What better opportunity to!” Alex pointed out.

“I just hope we don’t screw it up.”

“Hey, the most important thing about us doing this has always been having fun. Do you remember the soufflés?”

You shuddered. Oh the poor chocolate soufflés.

“I don’t want to remember the soufflés. But I get your point. What I do remember from that disaster is you two trying to salvage it, but it just kept getting worse and worse.”

“See! Worst case scenario is it’ll be another amazing memory just like the soufflés!”

“Yeah…just like the soufflés.”

You gave Alex and Skip their drinks and began getting the materials read for pancakes. You got food dye, some shapes that you weren’t sure would work, as well as some squeeze bottles that took you forever to locate.

When you got back from gathering your materials, Skip and Alex were looking up designs online that might be fun to try out. Skip found some really complex ones totally not for beginners that you had to shoot down.

“Why don’t we just try something simple, like a heart. I have some red food dye. That should be easy enough to shape and do.”

“Well if you wanna go the boring route, sure.” Skip grumbled.

“I want to try it out and see how it goes, ok? This seems like it’ll have a high chance of success even though I’ve never done this before.”

We made the pancake batter in a container and poured some of it into one of the bottles, making a slight mess, but that was all part of the fun. You put the food dye in the bottle and mixed it around until you got a nice color.

Alex had already put the skillet on the stove, turned it on and melted the butter. So you were good to go. You aimed and squeezed the bottle, making a heart outline before you quickly filled it in. Skip flipped the cake after a few seconds so it could cook on the other side. The side he flipped to looked alright, seeing as the batter had solidified fast enough and there was indeed a heart shaped pancake, not an undefined blob.

You all cheered in celebration as Skip put the pancake on a plate after it had cooked enough on the other side.

Skip put some more batter into one of the bother bottles and put blue food dye into it. He put a base of regular batter down into a circle shape, put two blue circles on it and then grabbed the red bottle and drew a smile. Alex flipped it over and the smily face was clear.

You made a few more heart pancakes. Skip made a few more smiley face pancakes. And Alex had colored the last of the batter yellow and made a blue, pink, and yellow rainbow with the different batters.

You were all immensely proud of your art. Not only did they look cute, they tasted great.

#Skip muck x reader #Alex Penkala x reader #October 2022 writing prompts #band of brothers x reader

[braintapes]

having. SO many thoughts about doom patrol show. just finished season 2 and i need to write my thoughts somewhere

Characters who are shaped by an intense and ongoing isolation from basically everyone and everything mean so very much to me. Mary from Ib is always my go to example and the more comics stuff I learn about I’d argue that Batman/Bruce Wayne is another but like. Dorothy from Doom Patrol is another big one and the way they handled her resonated with me so much

Like...there’s something raw about being isolated your entire life, being forced to remain a child for over a century by the (quite literally) only contacts you HAVE, by people who are supposed to care about you. Throughout the season, Niles is spending his time trying to find ways to lock his daughter up AGAIN with absolutely zero intention of ever letting her: a) leave/have any freedom whatsoever, and b) grow up and mature and actually. live her life. He is so fucking afraid of her actually becoming her own person, his sense of paternal love so deeply deeply twisted.

Her superpower is literally her imagination. And the entire fucking season (and it seems like, her whole life!!) she’s been told that that power is a destructive force that will literally end the world. I really wish they hadn’t done the weird, like, using vaguely indigenous aesthetics as set dressing esp when all it ever seemed to amount to was ooh spooky native beasts we’re going to appropriate look at this BEASTLY WOMAN and like. come the fuck on now.  wholly unnecessary. All of the focus that got while the deeper point about a child’s imagination and maturation being genuinely thought of as bringing the apocalypse and therefore must be subdued/locked away at all costs being kinda glossed over is. A bad move. Idk I mean it’s still there but I feel they could’ve been more overt w/ it considering the other things they were over about here.

Aside from that, I really liked the stuff with Danny. Wasn’t expecting character depth for them but I’m glad for it. I’m also really happy that there wasn’t a big battle with Dorothy and the Candlemaker, that she wasn’t going to back down but she also still wanted to be friends and move forward. There’s something just so...cherry on top of the shitty father sundae that, at critical moments where Dorothy could’ve come to this point sooner with a little encouragement, Niles instead told her she was powerless to stop it, that she couldn’t. And then she ended up doing it anyway! Thanks for nothing Niles!

In any case the running themes here seem to be that humans are messy and fucked up. But at the same time, connection with other people, through (not despite!) the messiness, is what helps us heal and grow. That isolation is something that warps and ruins (Mr. Nobody), causes pain and suffering (Dorothy, but also like. all our main characters, really). I love the sort of...background jarriness of how out of place the residents of Doom Manor are when they actually leave the house and they’re side by side with random ass people.

gah i just...like...The blatant weirdness, silliness, absurdity of this show. The cleverness while not being mocking, without degrading anyone. While still having serious, thoughtful, and compassionate stories to tell. There’s definitely some bad writing decisions in certain places but where it works it really works, at least to me. it has just like. latched on to my fucking brain and will NOT let go.

I don’t know how much of the show is comics accurate, I keep meaning to get into the comics but it’s so much harder to figure out where to start reading compared to a show. If the core of it is at all the same I’m gonna have to though

also larry making tiny sized pancakes when his friends are tiny sized is EVERYTHING to me.

#long term and intense isolation is such a difficult thing to talk abt. #let alone make insightful n good stories abt imo #so its always a treat to see an arc explicitly about that