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hensel-x · 5 months
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still no new art unfortunately (life's been hell past couple of months....) but Im about to watch new Doctor Who specials so I fought I might post my old genderbent sketches with different Doctors :)
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softchouli · 9 months
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danganronpumilaa · 5 months
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thinking about this post and the concept of two people consistently drifting towards each other in every universe got to me
based on falseknees’s comic :)
individual panels under the cut 🔽🔽
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nastypinkcow · 7 months
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MUMMY SCARAB FANS RISEEEE UPPPP RAAAA
18+🔽
these are part of a little patreon collection i just finished so if you're 18+ u can got check that out. I'll post the pieces publicly on my twitter later on lmao
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artemispt · 10 months
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I have more post-race Carlando! 🥹❤️
🥺 Look at them! Look at Lando so beautiful… We can’t see Carlos’ face, but I’m 100% sure is 😍
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haarlep · 6 months
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A bit of Haarlep masturbation? Raphael has been way to focused on dealing with mortal contracts and the succubus needs attention
There are a few times that the boudoir has been this empty before, but all told: not many. Not for so many days at a time, long stretches of silence where Haarlep is left to fend for themselves. They're not helpless. There's books. Things to smoke. The bath so big they could do laps in it. Food never runs out. Card games and puzzles. They rarely venture out, but when pressed, they could always cause trouble for any of the residents. The Archivist particularly hates it when Haarlep does a pitch-perfect imitation of Raphael.
The real issue is the physical boredom. The lack of physical stimulation. There haven't even been any visitors. The bed they share with their master is a frustratingly cold, lonely space. They're not made to be lonely. Cold and lonely is Cania and all the miseries of that second-deepest layer of the Hells. They're not interested in going back. (And the longer Raphael is gone, they have to wonder if they did something wrong, or...)
Mm, well. They don't need Raphael or his permission, and all things told, tending to themselves should remind Raphael that he has a House to keep in order, as well as his never-ending game of lanceboard with mortals.
Haarlep rolls onto their back with a petulant sigh, coal-burn eyes flicking up to the ceiling, and they run one hand down their body, over their meticulously made chest, stomach, between their thighs. They like leather and velvet and silk in equal measure, and today: silk. The kind of negligee that Raphael could've torn off them if he'd bothered to be here, and the kind of lace underwear that doesn't leave anything to the imagination.
Raphael will feel this, the stirrings of interest, as Haarlep palms absently at their cock. Inhaling, head tilting back against the pillow. He can feel everything. The tug of emotion like a thread tied under Haarlep's skin, something snagged and drawn on: if you were here, I wouldn't have to take care of myself, would I. He'll be—where would he be? Going over the finer points of a contract, maybe, sitting in a comfortable inn room, one knee draped over the other, and feeling his/their hands on his/their body.
Haarlep hums, eyes closing. They're getting warm—warmer—and half-hard under their palm, heat starting a slow drip down their spine to settle in the pit of their belly. They lift their negligee, and hook their thumbs into their underwear, pulling it down past their hips, leaving them around their thighs. The fabric pinches a little when they part their knees. They like that. The tension.
They curl their fingers around themselves, slow and mm, sensuous with themselves in a way that people rarely are with them. They take their time in part because they want to, and in part because they know this will be distracting: the slow up and down glide of their fingers, bumping over the ridges of their devillish cock, thumb running over the sensitive head.
Haarlep didn't realise how frustrated they were. It's so easy to be fully hard, to become aching in their own palm, to find their fingers slightly sticky with precome that dribbles out of him. Their lips part with a languid sigh, spine arching off the bed, just a little. Their other hand toys with the rest of their body: they scrape their sharp claws across their stomach to leave raised welts, dig claws into their chest.
Every glance of pain is a thrill of pleasure for Haarlep, and they know that every scratch will be felt on him, too. Their palm moves faster, eyes fluttering open to take in the room, to look down at themselves, the tremble of their muscles as heat builds. The shape of their cock, a little bigger and thicker than Raphael's, built to be his fantasy.
They won't last long; it's been too much time by themselves, wound up and alone, untouched and uncared for. They can already feel the tightening, the build of pressure and heat, move their hand faster, their breath coming quickly. They gasp and it's for nobody but them: just the sound of their own pleasure, head tipping back, craving the end of it.
Their orgasm comes quickly enough to take them by surprise—all muscles clenching, come splattering their stomach, dripping over their fingers. Somewhere, Raphael will be mid-conversation, and feeling the same thing, even if diluted. The waves of it. The way Haarlep's whole body answers the feeling. How Haarlep's mind is a brief, blissful, empty fog, nothing but this moment.
Afer, they clean off their fingers lazily, cattish, lapping up their own come, wiping it off their fingers and popping them in their mouth. No shame, not alone, but there wouldn't be if anyone else was here, either: to not clean themselves up would just be a waste.
Haarlep kicks their underwear the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the floor, and rolls onto their front, pulling a pillow towards them, their wings spreading out and relaxing. Then: they hear the smoke-burst, smell his perfume.
They close their eyes.
Of course this brought him home, undoubtedly wanting, expectant. They're stuck somewhere between deeply amused and profoundly annoyed.
"You're too late," they say, as they feel Raphael's weight join them on the bed. They crack an eye open. He looks, mm, pissed, brow furrowed. Haarlep yawns, pointedly, and turns away, nestling into the sheets, flicking their fingers at him dismissively. "I'm already spent, master. You'll have to wait your turn."
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t1oui · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Mary Macdonald & James Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Wolfstar if you squint (pre-slash), First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), (sort of), Good Regulus Black, Good Slytherins, MWPP, the skittles show up at least once, possibly more than once depending on how long this fic is Summary:
When James hears that Regulus's parents are forcing him to take the Mark, he asks Regulus to run away and live with him and Sirius. Regulus refuses, too scared to turn his back on his parents. But when he changes his mind and comes to James for help the next day, how does it impact the story and - more importantly - Voldemort's plans?
[or: a story featuring established jegulus, James and Mary being siblings, and a world where Regulus is never a death eater.]
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i spend so much time referencing my “main fic” and plotting my “main fic” and here i am writing jegulus but like. what do i say. idk man it just happened. here you go
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frickerdoodledoo · 16 days
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Some day, either Mikey or Andy will reach directly into my rib cage and cast shatter on my heart.
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leonsliga · 2 months
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toni.kr8s:
Leute, kurz und schmerzlos: Ich werde ab März wieder für Deutschland spielen. Warum? Weil ich vom Bundestrainer gefragt wurde, Bock drauf habe und sicher bin, dass mit der Mannschaft bei der EM viel mehr möglich ist, als die meisten gerade glauben!
I’ll keep this short and sweet, everyone: I will play for Germany again in March. Why? Because I was asked by the coach, I'm in the mood, and I'm sure that with the national team at the Euros, much more is possible than most believe right now!
Some messages of support from current and former teammates:
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Tommy fighting the crab flag pole rumours.
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I was going to crop this then I noticed who was lingering in the background.
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ticklet0d · 6 days
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GUYS, I got out of bed and made peanut butter cookies, are you guys proud of me????
I feel like darry yk when he makes the cakes (except I'm baking cookies :D) yeah I'm just so cool like that
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s-h-a-s-e · 3 months
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BAD WOLF TARDIS!!! BAD WOLF TARDIS!!! BAD WOLF TARDIS!!!
(p.s. can someone please explain why the TARDIS becomes part of the wall at sarah-jane's wedding?? (i don't watch sja episodes that involve the trickster on account of my deeprooted fear of that thing))
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chirpos-pencil · 1 year
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Christmas with Makoto & his friends!
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lunar-years · 5 months
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i wonder what jamie’s favourite movie is, like we know he’s seen the fault in our stars, and he doesn’t seem to like ratatouille very much. or maybe he just disapproves of sam mentioning ratatouille on a dating app idk. but then he also mentions the “three kates” (beckinsale, hudson, winslet) in the rom-communism scene, so maybe a preference for romcoms?
this is SUCH a fun question!! And I was going to say I don't have a good feel for the answer, but I thought about it over breakfast and came up with a whole thing, as one does (😂).
So, I think Jamie is generally one of those people who will watch just about anything and probably find most of them entertaining if not "good." And he is going to have very strong passionate opinions one way or another that he will voice to you during the movie (Since we know he was shouting things about the play down at the actors when Keeley took him to the theatre, I definitely think he's a talker during films lmao. And because of his total disdain for Ratatouille, I know he's very opinionated. But I also think if someone was like 'hey let's watch Ratatouille' Jamie would readily agree to it even though he hates the film, because he enjoys the opportunity to tell them during the movie exactly why he hates it.)
Jamie is my age and Fault in the Stars indicates to me that he was into all the popular YA movies of the 2010s, so I think he definitely likes like, Hunger Games, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Divergent, Marvel... all the classics hehe. The romcoms I think come from Georgie! When Georgie finally managed to get a night off work to spend with Jamie they would do film nights and curl up together by the TV. Jamie always let her pick the movie because it was a small way to make her happy, and she introduced him to all the classic romcoms :)
With Keeley I think he would happily watch reality tv with her just as readily as he'd watch whatever weird arthouse indie Film™️ she suggested to expand their cultural palate or whatever. He doesn't understand a single thing that's happening in those ones (especially if its a foreign film subtitles situation, because he can't read the screen fast enough) but it's okay because Keeley always patiently explains it to him afterward and doesn't ever make fun of him when he misses the point :)
Also, I wrote in Waterfalls that he loves the Fast and Furious franchise and I stand by that. I think a lot of like, objectively stupid and nonsensical movies are his favorites 😂 Brett apparently thinks Phil has terrible taste in movies, and I like to think Roy thinks the same about Jamie, except that it's very surface level because no matter how much Roy complains, he always ends up getting drawn in my how stupid the plots are kdngjka. And when Roy refuses to watch something Jamie and/or Keeley want to watch, Jamie gets to throw back at him, "don't act like you're better than us, Roy, I know you watched all of Lust Conquers All" and that shuts him right up 😁
Jamie never actually cares what they watch when he's with Roy and Keeley, but he nevertheless puts up a fuss about how it's his turn to pick and dramatically dive-grabs for the remote just to mess with roy hahahah.
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a vongola style snowball fight
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jaybirdsandbabybats · 6 months
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teeny 🤏
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