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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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it’s been about three weeks too long since I’ve written about eren and ion like that.
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dusteebowl · 8 months
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make more lifeweaver content you cowards
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leafdoodles · 1 year
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I am spending my 2 am coming up with a good Life Series Martyn design because character design is hard and what better time to learn than literally right now (this is a call out post to the late night artists out there)
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mountainshroom · 1 month
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can you guess who’s in my top 3 best female characters of all time
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notherpuppet · 3 months
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How the old timey prick got his pet
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ddddd-pixels · 1 month
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For International Asexuality Day, I'm hitting you all with the Ace Beam. ☺️
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(This took a lot more effort than I thought it would, lol...)
Edit: 800 notes?! In less than five hours?! Thank you all so much!!
Edit 2: 2000... The most I got on any post before was just over a hundred, lol. You are all so nice!
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ribbittrobbit · 2 months
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these kids are incredibly stressed out
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deadpanchaos · 6 months
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I would love if y’all would reblog this post with your ACOTAR opinions/theories/headcanons
:)
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Ones hands can tell the story of how they’ve lived… and how far they have come.
I’m a sucker for Good Dad Splinter ever since I watched TMNT ‘03. That rat was gifted sapience and his immediate instinct was kindness. I love that for him.
Rise Splinter lived a rollercoaster of a life, but as a Hollywood star he remembered the names of all his stunt guys and coworkers, and as a prisoner he cared for the rat that shared his cell. His sons are very close and physically affectionate, I think that says something about how he cares? That’s just how I like to headcanon him :)
It’s interesting to explore the idea that a seemingly monstrous transformation is what pushed him to be a kinder human
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demigods-posts · 1 month
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as far as everyone was concerned. percy had a year left to live in tbotl. and i know that we didn't see what that like for him because it didn't matter plot-wise. but i would have loved to read it. give me percy who is hardly speaking up at the dinner table. half-asleep and behind on last week's homework. give me percy who is clearly losing the will to live and trudging around the apartment like he doesn't care where his feet takes him. give me percy who is sneaking out of the house and visiting montauk. sitting along the beachside shore. wondering why his only purpose in life is that of a soldier and not of a kid.
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sanjisblackasswife · 4 months
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Geto’s Body Irl:
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definitely “thicker” than gojo.
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lvrxly · 6 months
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dbf!simon who loves the size difference between the two of you. the constant burning stare that lingers after you hug him hello, he can't get over how his arms are as big as your waist.
"it's so good to finally see you again, y/n" he says against the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist as the two of you sway side to side in the doorway. after he pulls away his gaze lingers on your body as you walk away to speak with your father. he can't stop thinking about how his entire hand could engulf that little wrist of yours. or how your fingers would barely connect once wrapped around his cock.
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dbf!simon who loves to tease you whenever you sit next to him at the dinner table, his tatted hands gripping the flesh of your thigh, kneading and caressing your skin just enough to make you squirm.
"you gotta keep quiet for me babydoll, can't have anyone gettin' suspicious.." he whispers into your ear while no one is looking, his fingers slowly sliding north as his hand makes its way to your panties under your skirt.
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dbf!simon who would fuck you hard and fast, whispering and babbling dirty little praise phrases as he watches his cock bully in and out of your little cunt.
"so fuckin' perfect for me lovie..fuck..taking this cock so well, yeah?" his fist full of your hair as your face in pressed into the pillow, his other hand gripping your hip with such a force there will definitely be bruises left in its wake.
"taking your dads best friends cock? yeah? you like your men a little older huh? fuck baby..like your men with some experience under their belt? yeah i know you do.."
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adyophene · 1 month
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I like to imagine Husk takes Alastor to the movies when he's pissed at him cause he knows nothing else could ruin his night like a bad movie.
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aloha-obi · 4 months
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In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.
Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.
This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.
This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.
So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.
Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.
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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months
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“Kuna, p-please slow down!”
You had your face buried in the pillow, your ass in the air as the king of curses thrusted into you steadily. You could feel every inch of him sliding along your sensitive walls. It felt super intense from the angle.
Sukuna scoffed at your pathetic whines.
“Calm down, woman. I’m going slow enough as it is.”
He grabbed a handful of your ass, groping you as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. You sniffled into the pillow, desperately trying to hold back tears. You knew that Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you, but it still felt extremely overwhelming. You just weren’t used to a size like his. He was fucking huge. To think that this was considered ‘slow’ to Sukuna. Your cheeks flushed as you tried to imagine what something rougher would feel like.
Sukuna gave an experimentally harsh thrust. The tip of his cock slammed into your cervix.
You squeaked from the sensation, the air getting knocked out of your lungs as your whole body swayed from the movement.
“A-ah!” You let out a pathetic sob as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hid your face into the pillow, holding onto it with your hands. Your knees were dipping into the mattress firmly.
“Are you crying down there, witch?”
Sukuna didn’t sound amused at all. He actually stopped inside of you, slowing to a pause as he awaited your response with a shocking amount of patience.
You let out a huge breath of air which you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Your smaller body was trapped underneath Sukuna’s. You desperately tried to regain some composure while the break lasted.
“S-sorry!” You stuttered. “I can take you…Promise-“
You really wanted to please the king of curses. Ever since you had accidentally summoned him, he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with you. The submissive part of your brain found the idea very appealing. You wanted Sukuna to fuck you into oblivion. You didn’t care if there would be some pain involved along the way.
You gasped into the pillow instantly when Sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you.
He sighed.
“Such a dramatic little thing you are,” he scolded. “You can’t even handle it when my cock twitches.”
Sukuna pulled back nearly half way, before pressing back into your tight pussy. You could physically feel the way that your walls parted for him. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold the position. Luckily, Sukuna was being rather gentle with his movements.
“Take it, woman.”
Sukuna’s voice was gruff and low. He sounded like he was threatening you. You whined from the tone of his voice, pushing your ass back against him in an effort to take more inside obediently.
Sukuna smacked your ass roughly, before squeezing it once more. He chuckled as he began to pick up the pace.
You gasped from the intensity, your poor pussy struggling to keep up. You kept involuntarily clenching around Sukuna’s throbbing erection.
“Kunaaa,” you whined into the pillow. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, you didn’t even know what to beg for.
Sukuna growled out of frustration, putting one foot up on the bed so that he could thrust into you even deeper. You yelped loudly from the new depth, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.
Sukuna grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow.
“Shut up and squirt for me, little girl.”
His voice sounded dark and menacing. It made your gut twist with arousal. You could practically feel him in your stomach from how deep he was thrusting. And that name he called you triggered your daddy issues. You gasped and cried as your body betrayed you, convulsing around Sukuna’s cock. Your juices coated his erection just like he asked. Your walls kept convulsing and spasming as you achieved your orgasm. Your juices even began to drip onto the sheets.
Sukuna smirked.
“Such a dirty little whore, huh?”
Read more Sukuna here
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headcanon that the smaller batkids steal the bigger ones' hoodies and jackets. and by "bigger ones" I mean literally anyone bigger than them.
jason gets the short end of the stick because dick and all his little siblings take his. tim's the only one bold enough to go for the leather jackets (well, and cass, but they're way too wide in the shoulders for her) but it's not uncommon to find dick or stephanie in a dark red or gray hoodie that smells of motor oil and gunpowder.
damian usually takes dick's hoodies, but they're very oversized on him. on the bright side, there are thumbholes in the sleeves of all dick's hoodies, so he can still use his hands. the thumbholes make them a hot commodity in the winter.
there is a tim-steph-cass jacket pipeline. steph steals tim's hoodies and cass takes them from steph. hence tim stealing jason's leather jackets -- steph won't take them, so he gets to hold on to them until jason realizes and takes them back. sometimes cass will also steal duke's hoodies, but she always returns them clean and neatly folded (unlike how it goes with the rest of the family, in which they are returned only under threat of blackmail or with long rounds of negotiation).
this is an extremely long-standing ring of jacket theft. you cannot leave a hoodie unattended in wayne manor. damian doesn't actually own any hoodies, and cass only owns one, because there's so many other people in the house to "borrow" one from. nowhere is safe. steph once broke into dick's apartment to steal his warm hoodie, the one with the fuzz on the inside.
but it goes the other way sometimes. jason leaves things in the pockets of his leather jackets for tim -- film for his camera, hand sanitizer, half-filled punch cards for local coffee shops with "drink water too, fucker" written on the back. cass will tuck little slips of paper in the cuffed sleeves when she leaves hoodies out. the notes don't say anything, but they have little smiley faces and hearts on them, and steph has taken to doing something similar with corny jokes. dick just straight-up leaves candy in the hoods of his jackets.
it's a game, it's a love language. it's simultaneously annoyance and affection. there's nothing like wearing a hoodie that's too big for you, that smells like your family, to make you feel safe.
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