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zappedbyzabka · 9 months

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#I mean yknow #He’s good at that #I’m re giffing #Just kicking and chilling #daniel larusso #ralph macchio #He should always wear sweatpants and work suits #Johnny neeeeeeds that inside him #He had them bother Daniel to get him all pissed so there’d be more of a chance of Daniel tackling him like he likes to do #and tearing off his grey shorts #He wouldn’t even pretend to struggle because they both know he could just throw Daniel to the floor and ride him like a pony #But that wasn’t what Johnny had in mind that day #Johnny feels the want to constantly be warming LaRusso’s huge dick with his mouth and hands and hole #Who can blame him #If it looks like that soft I mean #tw penis #cant get anymore clear than that #nsft

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kikker-oma · 22 days

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Wind has some role models🤭

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canisalbus · 15 days

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Machete the Feral does this weird ass dog thing when they stare into your soul.

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#yes #the knowing look #can't keep secrets from him #I fear that his big eyes and nervous personality would mean he'd have near constant whale eye going on #gift art #kuroikamome #own characters #Machete #he looks a little like a moomin character here #something about the pointy snout and the eyes #soft as a cotton ball

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obsob · 1 year

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peace n love on th planet cat (all are prints! for ur loves! link )

#mine #huhuehee...crochet cat print is like. not th paper i thought i selected its like. so soft.#will probably do a big update ina couple months. gna try n get sm stickers !!!!!!!!!!!!#i did look into cards but theyre so EXPENSIVE!! i might jus do like. real postcards u can actually mail #i think im jus gna. make pritns of drawings as i do them. doing drawings specfically 2 make prints of them makes brain melt #anyway ive had a good day. finally managed 2 mail stuff aaa!!!#im not 100% if im meant 2 yet but i mean. i could purchase th postage so i guess its fine ? who knows #im gna play sm rain world now >:) i hope u hve a nice evenin

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shower-phantom-ideas · 8 months

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Danny as Fenton takes a hit that no human boy should survive while in a different city (im going crossover here) and just transforms into phantom and pretends to be all sad that he died. Just for a moment. He then proceeds to kick the baddies ass. Claims he got ghost powers and fucks off. Imagine if Captain America or Batman saw this while failing ti protect him, hell or any hero type. Danny doesn’t think much on it and just goes on with his week. Continues being Fenton of course but what if he runs into whatever hero, but out if costume, saw him do that.

“How are you here? And alive?”

Danny holding a smoothie:”uhhhh I made a miraculous recovery”

He just shrugs it off and goes about his day. It isn’t until he finally gets some sleep later that night that he wakes up in a cold sweat realising he now knows their secret identity. “Oh well it’s neat I guess” starts to go back to sleep only to bolt back up “oh god now they know my secret identity”

Meanwhile said hero is too busy trying to figure out how to help this random kid to even be worried about the fact that they outed themselves. Someone else probably points it out to them and has to explain it twice before it gets thru.

#danny phantom #crossovers #dp x mcu #dpxdc #dp x dc #I like to use batman a lot cause his need to protect these kids probably makes him a little stupid #like imagine him in the batcave looking into fenton now and nightwing comes in starts asking about it #only to have to find out that bruce basically told the kid hes batman #except bruce is tired and worried so he isnt getting it #no B I mean like how does bruce wayne know the kid died. only batman saw it #if you are trying to make some sort of joke it’s not working. now please excuse me I have to figure this out #a sigh and facepalm #B imagine what the kid is gonna think when bruce wayne asks him how he is alive but batman watched him die.#slowly bruce stops typing and leans back from the computer #he freezes #eyes widening #a soft but sharp intake #oh #yea oh B geeze you must be tired if it took this long for you to get ut #bruce with his head in his hands realising he just messed up big time #maybe he should get more sleep after all #as for the mcu I would like to think it was hawkeye or hulk #I like hulk cause it’s also a bruce but I like hawkeye more. guy is very comfort character #clint just kid I saw you die now why don’t you explain that #danny giving him nothing till clints like come on it’s kinda messed up letting me think I let a kid die isnt it.#oh poor me loosing so much sleep watching a young boy become a ghost. I could hardly go on #danny rolls his eyes laying it on a little thick arent we old man #gasp! I will have you know I am only (insert haskeyes age here)#geeze you are waaayyy okder than I thought

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solarmorrigan · 9 months

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The crack of thunder is loud enough to jolt Steve awake, and for a moment his sleep-clouded eyes search the room wildly for the threat, for whatever woke him, before another peal of thunder seems to roll the tension right out of him.

“Shit,” he sighs, relaxing back into the mattress. “Big one.”

“Yep,” Eddie says tightly from where he’s sitting up against the headboard beside him.

Steve squints up at Eddie in the dim light of the bedside lamp (which Eddie has no plans to turn off, despite the fact it’s gone past two AM). He’s clearly not quite awake, but something in Eddie’s tone has pinged in his brain, and he’s trying to work it out.

Another crash of thunder rattles the house and Eddie can’t help it – he jumps.

It’s small—maybe more like a twitch—but Steve catches it. He always does.

Frowning, Steve reaches out and soothes a hand up the top of Eddie’s thigh, stopping at the bend of his hip and rubbing circles with this thumb.

“Hey,” he says softly, half muffled by the pillow. “Okay?”

Eddie shrugs, hunching over the book in his lap that had been an adequate distraction until the storm had rolled right overhead.

“Not a fan of thunderstorms, I guess,” he admits, lowly, because he’s kind of embarrassed, but willingly, because he knows Steve won’t give him shit – not for something that really upsets him.

“No?” Steve asks, still looking up at Eddie through his lashes, still not entirely awake and an invitingly soft distraction from the rain spattering the window like bullets.

“Nah.” Eddie shrugs again.

Steve hums—a short, distracted sound—and leans in to press a kiss to Eddie’s hip. Then he’s sitting up and stretching with a sharp intake of breath before draping himself over Eddie’s side, kissing his shoulder and looking up at him with expectant eyes.

I’m awake now, he’s saying. You can talk to me.

And Eddie knows he can – and Eddie would, except he’s never really had to put into words why he—Eddie Munson, champion of chaos and discord—has never liked thunderstorms. He’s never had to articulate how the trailer walls had never felt thinner when he was a kid than when a storm was furiously beating at them, or how all the noise and destruction had been something totally out of his control.

Wayne is the only one who really knows, and Wayne had just gotten it. He’d started playing music for Eddie when those Midwestern spring storms started rolling in – and maybe Eddie didn’t love thunder and lightning, but that had been how he’d fallen in love with the idea of making music.

There, at last, had been a form of noise and chaos that Eddie could control and wield for himself.

But it’s late, and Eddie is strung out and wrung out and it doesn’t feel like he has the energy for that conversation.

“Never really liked them when I was a kid,” he says instead. “And then after all the shit with the Upside Down, I think it was the final nail in the coffin.”

Steve makes a little wounded noise, maybe at Eddie’s phrasing, maybe just in sympathy, and he turns his head to press a kiss to the side of Eddie’s throat.

“Anyway, it’s stupid, and I can deal with it. You can go back to sleep,” Eddie says, very much aware that he’s clutching one of Steve’s hands as he does so.

“Not stupid,” Steve says. “I’ll go back to sleep if you lay down with me.”

Eddie sighs. “Steve…”

“I’m serious. Hit the light and lay down with me.” Steve kisses Eddie’s neck again, twice, three times, trailing up to the hinge of his jaw, where he murmurs, “Trust me.”

And Steve is a bastard, because Eddie can’t say no to that, so with another (greatly put-upon) sigh, Eddie leans over to put his book on the nightstand and then, after just a moment of hesitation, he turns out the light.

The storm wastes no time in reilluminating the room with flickering lightning, followed by another crash of thunder.

But Steve’s hands are on Eddie, warm and sure, and he’s telling him come here and then pulling him nearer like he can’t wait.

Eddie lets himself be rearranged without complaint and finds himself lying face to face with Steve, legs tangled, arms caught between them, their foreheads brushing. He can feel Steve’s breath against his lips when he begins to speak.

“When I was a kid, I loved thunderstorms,” Steve says, voice soft.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, the word feeling small in the scant space between them.

“Yep,” Steve says. He takes one of Eddie’s hands and pulls it to his chest, pressing it flat there where Eddie can feel the beat of his heart, calm and steady. “My favorites were the ones just like this. Loud and strong, in the middle of the night.”

Frankly, Eddie can’t imagine a worse type of thunderstorm, listening to the deluge falling on the roof of the tiny house he and Steve share, his body practically rattling along with the windows when thunder booms overhead.

Still, he dutifully asks, “Why?”

Steve is quiet for a moment, still collecting his words.

“The world didn’t feel as empty, when there was a storm outside,” he finally says. “If there was noise, it didn’t feel like I was alone.”

It’s a much more thoughtful admission than Eddie was expecting, much more somber, and he’s not quite sure what to say. He presses a little closer to Steve, nudging their foreheads together.

Another rumble of thunder passes over them, still so loud that Eddie can feel it in his bones, and Steve sighs like he’s perfectly content.

“I liked that, too,” he says. “When you could feel the thunder in your chest like a second heartbeat. Like there was someone there with me.”

Eddie finds Steve’s free hand with his own and squeezes.

“I think I just forgot after a while. Or maybe it wasn’t enough. When I got older, I went out and surrounded myself with people instead. The noise at a really big party felt like a storm sometimes.” Steve gives a subdued little laugh. “But when I was a kid… just this was enough.”

“What about now?” Eddie asks, practically whispering, just loud enough to be heard over the percussion of the rain.

Steve tilts his head forward until their lips meet, sweet and certain.

“This will always be enough,” he says when they part.

He doesn’t go far; their foreheads are still pressed together, their noses are still brushing, hands and arms and legs are still tangled like Steve wants to pull Eddie inside of himself so he can feel the storm the way Steve does.

So Eddie closes his eyes and he tries.

He and Steve lay there quietly, listening as the storm finally begins to pass from over their heads. It isn’t great—it’s loud, it’s violent, it’s nerve-wracking—but Eddie never has to check to know that Steve is still awake, still with him, keeping Eddie’s hand pressed to his steady heartbeat.

Eddie doesn’t start to magically enjoy the storm. He’s not sure he ever will. But – for the way Steve loves them, for the way they had given him comfort for so many years, Eddie thinks he might just be able to make his peace with them.

[Prompt: Touching foreheads]

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #can you believe I used to say that I didn't like romance?#what a fucking liar #I mean look at this shit. soft as hell. valentine's day heart confetti for your brain #solar wrote

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david-tennant-in-chairs · 2 months

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Not a single pure or holy thought in my head

#david tennant #david tennant in chairs #legs for days #just like all the limbs #soft scottish hipster gigolo #inside man #harry watling #good lord he's beautiful #i mean seriously just look at him #the eyes the hair the nose the everything #i am looking so disrespectfully #i need him biblically #i wanna take a bite out of those drumsticks

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min-xie · 1 month

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help i cant stop drawing fem neuvillette

#minxie art #neuvifuri #genshin impact #furina #neuvillette #UGHHHHH I LOVE FURI BUT IM GETTING BRAIN DAMAGE FROM MY OWN DRAWING IF NEUVI #I RLY LOVE TALL WOMEN THAT ARE SOFT ON THE INSIDE BUT SERIOUS AND OR POTENTIALLY SCARY ON THE OUTSIDE #also im rly proud of furi here bc she looks so cute im bleating pathetically #my fave thing about drawing them is making them obsessed with each other #and giving neuvi big milkers lol #am i turning neuv into a bimb0........... LOL idc!#ooc? idc!#no ones winning against her in a yearn off #for context on the bottom left #furi dropped her DL and neuv waited the entire day after work to give it in person #also she bought a new dress and got her hair nails and makeup done bc i said so #sorry im annoying but ive always been like this lol #like if u look at my amaya sideblog it gets worse #i have an alt twt as well but its priv and that is 10 times worse too #also listened to golden hour serafina cover for like 7 hours doing this #i said bottom left but i mean right lmao L #actually i had like 2 endings for this #one is that neuv was a demon the entire time #so she remembers #the other is that neuv turns into a demon but has no memories #but i didnt want to be sad so i just made her remember

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ickadori · 4 months

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getou and gojo suck in a poly pair bc they love each other more than they love you

#++ dori #++ ss poly #they are deffo sacrificing you to save each other #you cannot change my mind #‘my one and only’#LMAO PLS #now i do think getou would be more fair to you #but gojo is unintentionally playing favorites and putting more into one partner than the other #more dates with getou #more soft moments #more meaningful conversations #and you’re just there looking #like an outsider #and it’s so sad bc gojo doesn’t even mean to do it v.v #you just can’t be put next to getou without him overshadowing you #sick to me belly

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dooblez · 6 months

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YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER

#sometimes i am just trying to listen to my music #and then my brain goes #‘EY EY EY EY IT’S THEM’#and i have no choice but to think it’s them 🥹/hj #i like drawing nightmo #he’s a silly little guy #also this looked better in my head so DONT SAY ANYTHING MEAN I ALREADY KNOW <333/j #now go listen to the soft parade by the doors it’s them #to me it’s them #and yes i will be drawing more nightmo in the future <3 #i feel like he would have a very #interesting relationship with scarab #staring directly at ao3/j #my art #prohibitedwish #scarab #nightmo #fionna and cake #at:f&c

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hana-no-seiiki · 4 months

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sorn from bg3 (the male prostitute drow) is such a mood cause like people always get flustered whenever i use nicknames on them (like baby/sweetheart/etc). i’ve been called all the petnames too (my current favorite being cloudhead/mooncake atm) and those that i date often tell me that it makes their heart stutter when i use those

but on the other hand i get so unbelievably and irrationally flustered n shy when people who don’t usually call me by my name just use ‘yun’ like smiling and butterflies and all augh

and my friends keep calling me out saying i act like a horny/fetishizing/problematic teenager despite having the vanilla fantasies of a victorian woman

SO I WAS THINKING

QUICK YANDERE SOFT PRETTY BOI SEX WORKER BRAINROT??

could be a camboy, host club worker, pornstar, etc. your choice and imagination

Like ya boi who’s whole job it is to fulfill the most depraved fantasies imaginable. Who lived almost his whole life doing all sorts of kinks and fetishes

but absolutely crumbles when you ask him to have sex with him in the missionary position and maybe even the lights off

like he’ll join massive orgies no problem. host/strip for celebrities like it’s no business

but when you ask if you can hold his hand while you two make love. or kiss him gently with all the love in your eyes

he just

he just ceases to function.

you aren’t a regular of his, as much as he hates that fact. but everytime you schedule a meeting with him, he just has this dopey smile on his face and he’ll often uncontrollably giggle and squeal when you hit him up.

he has some pretty rich and dangerous clients

so sometimes he may or may not drug you when you visit him sometimes.

i mean you can’t blame him if your legs are too weak the next morning (or afternoon/evening, this man has stamina) or if you only wanted to have a nice chit chat but suddenly that pink sweater you bought him started to look really nice especially with his even prettier legs exposed like that.

opens up an exclusive rent-a-boyfriend offer but in actuality it’s just you in that list

overall a menace

you know how some of my readers uses yan harem to beat the yan harem

he definitely uses his fans/clients to keep you leashed

besides, no one else can serve you like he can, so might as well stay for some more hm?