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#au: it takes a village
love-birds-stuff · 7 months
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Aghhh thinking of fankid names is really really hard
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hugsandchaos · 4 days
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One of the worst offenses was committed today. At least, in the eyes of some, if not many, of the residents of Amity Park. It was no secret that Phantom liked his privacy and avoided people, aside from the rare sighting of him or him even approaching people. The citizens obviously respected that decision, especially since he was the one protecting them.
One day, he was seen at a park sitting at the edge of the forest, focused on something in his lap. No one approached, but many people could swear that it was ice. Several open books and printed pictures lay nearby, which he’d glance at, then back at the ice. Over the course of four and a half hours, Phantom worked on it, carefully carving and adjusting while adding more parts. People who passed by or stayed a while began to realize what he was doing.
He was making the solar system! Out of ghost ice! He was including the moons of every planet, not just Earth’s moon, which took quite a bit when he moved onto Jupiter. The ice floated in place as he worked. It grew a little bigger until it was finally finished. Phantom smiled, proud of his project, until the worst thing happened.
A person visiting from out of town jumped out with a camera to get a picture of Phantom, startling him into dropping it. When he realized it, he stared at the ice shards now scattered across the ground. He looked utterly destroyed. What followed after was something akin to a riot. People got up and stormed to the stranger, and their relative scolded them. They snatched the camera and quickly deleted the pictures, but Phantom was unresponsive. He just stared at the ice shards distraught.
The Fentons were crazy, sure, but right then and there, people remembered about obsessions, about how several ghosts need to partake in some activity revolving around their obsession for their health. Perhaps they could’ve gotten that right, and space was Phantom’s obsession? Before anyone could try to help or offer comfort, he vanished. And so did the ice.
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artistmarchalius · 9 months
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Howdy: I’m tellin’ ya, Barn, he went straight for my legs!
Barnaby: Haha! Yeah, he’s a funny lil’ fella!
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merakiui · 5 months
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we know and love our breeding obsessed tweels .. but there’s an obvious candidate whom I haven’t seen given much attention.. and it’s our favourite apple <3
back in harveston, it’s been mentioned how there isn’t much youngins around .. apart from epel and his cousin .. but in terms of ppl his age??? 0 … so it’d be easy for his family to talk him into stuffing you full and getting you pregnant when you come visit one day… you don’t know that epel secretly introduced you to his family as his wife .. and that the analytical eyes they give you and your body was bcs they wanted to see just how many kids you could handle birthing naturally at a time… truly terrifying how they put this much thought into the time you need to rest before being full with his baby again .. bcs they don’t do hospitals but instead the women in the family use their knowledge (midwivery) to advise you </3
aa just the thought of epel and his family peer pressuring you into giving them kids and continuing the family line has you feeling all guilty </3 like it doesn’t matter what u want bcs you’d be doing it for the betterment of the village! how they convince u that eventually, when u become a mother, you’d find happiness that comes w it .. (silly reader … your choice and wants never even mattered in the first place! bcs if you showed resistance they’d just drug u and put u to sleep w epel’s unique magic and get u pregnant anyways </3)
truullyyy terrifying! beware of dear grandma’s sad puppy dog eyes knowing u refuse to give her great-grandkids! (lies … she knows what she’d doing </3)
also! can I be epel felmier anon? 🍎💜
OMG THE SOMNO POTENTIAL WITH EPEL'S UM........ how could I have missed it,,, it's literally called Sleep Kiss. T_T uuuwaaaa Epel wanting to practice his UM and you agree to let him practice it on you because surely it won't have any negative impacts, right? But he puts you to sleep and somno ensues...... or he puts you to sleep and the other first years are around as well. >_< you're like a practice pussy for them......
If anyone's going to gaslight and manipulate you into having children, it's all of Harveston. ;;;;; and most of them do it unintentionally. They just think it's so darling Epel has a best friend (read: wifey) like you who is the sweetest thing they've ever met. You and Epel make such a cute couple (of hopefully expecting parents). All of Harveston dotes on you, showering you with affection every time you visit. You're practically part of the village by now. Whenever you come to visit, whether for a holiday or a break, Marja always welcomes you with open arms, as does the rest of Epel's family. But it's Marja who is especially pleased to see you. She checks you over, asks if you've been eating well at NRC, asks if Epel's been looking out for and taking care of you, and so on.
I feel like the entire village would throw such a huge celebration when you finally become pregnant. They make such an event out of it; it startles you at first, but Epel explains this is just because there are so few children around and everyone, especially the elders, are so very excited to finally see the village grow and become more lively with young folks! You'll have everyone's full support before, during, and after your pregnancy! They are just so fond of you and are always encouraging you to eat lots (of foods that improve fertility, but you don't need to know that...).
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fluffyartbl0g · 11 months
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Question: In the last SBS you can see Zeff next to Sanji and I was wondering if he or other cooks maybe joined the Strawhats?? Since the Katakuri and Pudding comic I just really like more people being part of the Strawhats!! (It would be really cute to see father and son bonding time (^▽^))
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Ah... Unfortunately Red Leg Zeff has already had his due time on the Grand Line u - u Actually this is set maybe like a couple of days or a week after the crew time travelled.
The Strawhats planned out the general route for their speedrun so they could OPTIMISE their run obviously- so what happens is Luffy hitches a ride on the sea king all the way to Cocoyashi and meets up with Nami, and then the two of em beat up Arlong. Simultaneously, what's SUPPOSED to happen, is that Zoro tries to find a den den mushi he can use to call the Baratie and then STAYS PUT so Sanji can pick him up XD (I mean,,, Zoro getting lost is basically a run killer, better not risk moving around too much). Luckily the RNG is really good for this run so it just so happens that the place the Baratie lands at to restock for supplies is where ZORO is at!!!
Anyways, that's why Zeff is there, cause he's out shopping with the rest of em LOL.
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mixelation · 5 months
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does Minato get RPFd or is he like too much of a warcriminal. Do other countries run anti-minato propaganda and rumors? Is there vicious speculation of his sex life??? Do the tabloids report on little inane stuff like his coffer order? I sort of imagine Kushina gets a lot of stupid shit for being a foreigner and married to him :c
i think minato gets absolutely insane rpf BECAUSE he is a war criminal. like. they invented the flee on sight order for him, but also, he's, like, hot? he has a strong reputation as a charismatic leader. fire country fucking loves him, and you can either find that annoying and write a cartoon villain or you can write a romance protag. the fact that he's married is probably annoying for a lot of RPF writers, but it's also very easy to just ignore that Kushina exists.
this ninjacon is ~10ish years since the end of the war, so unless you were somewhere that was affected by him specifically, i think his international reputation has swayed more towards "powerful prettyboy." i'm imagining ninjacon as an international event so there's probably a lot of care put into their code of conduct to prevent people getting into fights bc someone wants dramatic romance protag minato while someone else his like THAT FIGHT CAUSED US TO EVACUATE MY WHOLE VILLAGE. so i think the rpf can go in either direction and sometimes, both directions at once
re: kushina. i think she definitely got shit growing up for being a foreigner (i forget if i this is canon or not). minato becoming hokage might have stirred up some xenophobic feelings too. but i think a lot of that died down within konoha with time because what are you going to do, insult the hokage's wife? plus kushina has her own brand of charisma. but yes she's probably the subject of a lot of mean speculation outside of konoha.
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kosmic-kalamity · 5 months
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more doodles based off of an au idea i doodled here (words r typed out under the cut)
i just might be getting attached to this idea,,,,,,
clay
- he/she
- had returned to branch only a few days before the escape from the tree; the two got separated, and he believes branch to be gone
- [she] went grey for a few years, but recovered over time with viva's help
- seen as the weird hermit troll due to no longer singing + living on the edge of the village
viva
- she/they
- poppy was lost in the escape from the tree, and king peppy never recovered; she had to step up as queen earlier on [in life]
- is constantly on the verge of going grey, but keeps it together for her people
- the snack pack, instead of being their friends, are just cooper's friends; cooper is like a [little brother] to them
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mishiami · 11 months
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more of the yokai au but now we have ATSUSHI !!! baby boy
i couldn't actually find a tiger yokai that was a SPECIES and not just One Dude and i didn't wanna make up a yokai SO, atsushi is an okami!
okami are wolf spirits that generally guide humans through the forest, ward off evil and other yokai to protect you ,,,,, but also if you trip/show fear then they like. eat you. so.
you can also ward them off by throwing your sandal at them that's just funny to me
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adelacreations · 1 year
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"For you, sweetheart~"
"My, my, Pretty Boy. You spoil me~"
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wr-n · 4 days
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My rendition of Fell!Dream as requested by @zigh-jace in the discord
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Request- (RE8) Karl Heisenberg: Needy Little Girl
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Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader
Pov: Reader
Summary: Hiding your crush on your English teacher seems to fail when he makes you stay after class.
Warnings: Smut, Consensual, needy behavior, sluty behavior, BJs, PinV, a little cursing. Fluffy smut, fluff.
A/N: This is for anon; I know you sent this request a while ago. I promise it was worth the wait. Thank you for the request; remember, the inbox is always open!
WC: 1.9k
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You wish you could start the day the way you ended it. The college class fills quickly, but you’re always early. You’re always waiting for him to come stalking through the doorway, smelling cigar smoke and burnt wood. 
Your professor is a massive hunk of man. Large arms that make the white collared shirts he wears bulge and give way with every movement he makes. Long legs that are framed in jeans, hugging his ass and showing off everything else in the process. 
That booming voice has you squeezing your thighs together, but the reality is you leave that class every single day with a ruined pair of panties, and when you get back to your dorm, there are only thoughts of him when you slip your hand down the front of your tight jeans. 
You should focus on the lecture, but you can’t get your mind or your eyes to focus on the computer screen before you. All you see is your professor pacing back and forth in front of the chalkboard. The loud booming voice that soothes you into a sweet lul mutters about something to do with your new essay project. “Please remember that we may make fun of Shakespeare and his many stories, but they all have a great deal of meaning and foreshadowing. I want you to write something that…” His words stop momentarily, and his eyes gaze over the lecture hall. Your ankles are crossed, and you sit a little higher when his graze hits you. Feeling hot all over, you don’t back down, “Write something that can grasp the reader’s attention in just that way. Write the trauma that is the indecision.” He finally finishes, drops his gaze from me, and returns his attention to the chalkboard. 
You wonder momentarily if anyone else feels the heat and tension you always feel when he’s looking at you. Eventually, you have to return your attention to your blank Google Doc. The bright screen hurts your eyes, and nothing comes into your brain except explicit thoughts of your professor—your much older, hotter professor. 
An hour later, when the class has come to an end, every single other person has picked their shit up and packed it away into their bags. You’re stuck writing because you eventually did get the words to form in your head. A cough draws you from your thoughts and the screen before you. When you look up, he’s standing there staring at you. 
“Miss, L/n? Class is over.” He says. You nod and start to pack your things. Closing your laptop, but yet again, you’re met with his eyes staring into you. Making your skin burn, “Miss, L/n, I need to talk with you.” Your professor says, even though you’re so close to the damn door you have to turn around and go right back to the man that makes your legs wobble, and your heart beat faster. “Yes Professor Heisenberg.” You say as you hold the remaining books tightly against your chest. “I need to talk to you about something private, and this lecture hall needs to be used in the next ten minutes, so follow me to my private office so we can talk there.” You nod, and wait for your professor to grab his own bag and laptop. You follow next to him, the sound of sneakers squeaks, and little kittens heels fill the air in the hallway. Walking with him has your cheeks warm, and knowing that you’re going to be in his private office. 
Alone. 
Alone with a hot, older professor that has you ruining panties, and squeezing your thighs so tightly that you hope the dull ache goes away. Your professor stops making you bump into him. If your fantasy didn’t already have you thinking he was a strong, beefy man then bumping into him surely made all your fantasy come true. The key jingles against the lock letting you in first. You sit down, and wait until you see Professor Heisenberg move around the desk and sit in the chair on the other side. 
The air is thick and unspoken tension, so you’re the one to break it. “Um… sir, why did we need to talk?” You ask your books now resting on your lap, your legs crossed, and you back pressed up against the back of the chair. “I wanted to talk to you about… um” his words die in his throat and for the first time your professor seems completely amiss. A loss for words is something you’ve never seen on the man before. 
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask worry etching into your soft features. “No you haven’t. God no, I just.. you..” He’s a mumbling mess in front of you. “Professor, maybe I should come back some other time.” That’s what you say, not that that is what you’re thinking. 
Being in his lecture hall is enough, watching him pace is enough, but now you’re here in his private office. The word private keeps blinking in your mind, his private office that smells more of cigars and burnt coffee. Where his degree hangs on the wall and the papers scatter the hardwood top of his desk. He rolls his lips together, and then looks towards you. 
There’s something behind those eyes. Like a cat got his tongue, then all the sudden the words fall from his very kissable mouth. “You Y/n are an absolute distraction for me.” Your brows shot up with a little bit of hurt mixed in, “Oh no not like that darlin’ I’m saying that having you in my class makes everything ten times harder to focus on, because all I can see out of the corner of my eye is you. Clenching those thighs together as you try to focus on your screen, but I catch you staring at me all the time. Those beautiful eyes lost in la-la land. What are you thinking about huh?” Your shoulders drop, and embarrassment courses through your body. You’ve been caught, but it seems that your day dreams, and fantasies were not one sided. You place your bag on the floor, and let your books fall as you get up from across the desk. “I’m thinking of you Professor Heisenberg. About what these large hands do to my body. How your touch would feel. I think about you all the damn time. I’m so needy for you.” You mutter the last part. Holding his hands feeling the weight of them in your own much smaller ones. 
You can feel the ruined panites, soaking through your jeans. Heisenberg's eyes glaze over, and something shifts in the room, from tension to desire. He’s quick to meet you halfway around the desk. He stands so much taller than you, then the way he man-handles you to sit on the side of the desk has you wish you could strip off all your pieces of clothing right then and there. 
“”I’m so fucked…” He whispers before taking your lips with his. There’s a fight, but you both know that you’ll be giving yourself over to your professor in a matter of minutes. Your arms wrap around his wide shoulders balancing on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss further. He seems to notice, and takes a second of your precious time together and picks you up plopping you onto the desk. In the same motion his hands are digging into your jeans and yours are trying to get his belt undone. “By the way, buttercup call me Karl, not professor or heisenberg. I wanna hear you moan my name when you cum. His words make you fumble with his belt, but he seems to be able to do two things at once because your jeans are already unbuttoned and his hand is reaching into cup your pussy. 
“Fuckin’ hell wet are the damn river. Is this what you go through every day, hmm such a poor baby.” He teases, but that's all the teasing he does. He’s far to desperate for forplay and your thankful because the next set of words that were gonna come out of your mouth were gonna be ‘if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might explode.’ Karl helps you the rest of the way with your shirt, bra and then he helps himself to ripping himself out of the slacks, and his button up. 
Leaning back you hit a few objects on the way down. “Um… Karl can we move some of this stuff?” You ask your voice shy and timid. “Of course.” With one big sweep of his arm the objects fly to the floor, the name plague landing with a thund, and the stapler clicking to the floor. “Thank you.” He hums, and returns his attention to your body. 
Nipples hard waiting to be played with. Pussy soaked and yearning to be touched, he kisses you first. You can feel the weight of his cockd sitting against your thigh, and when you look down you aren’t surprised to get the feeling that it might not fit. Karl can sense your unease. “Don’t worry buttercup, we’ll make it fit won’t we.” He says as he taps the tip of his cock to your sensitive clit. All your worry fades away as your body heats up like flame in an oven. It’s not until the tip of his cock notches at your entrance do you look back up at him. There’s a devilish smirk written all over his face, and you can’t help but drag him down to meet your lips, wrapping your legs around his hips, and pulling him fully in. 
There’s no waiting, no making sure he fits, or going easy. The pain only fuels the urge for him to almost pull all the way out and push right back in. The lamp that didn’t land on the floor from the desk shakes, and your moans start to fill the small office. He doesn’t even put a hand over your mouth to cover your screams of ecstasy. A large thumbs sitting over your clit, pulling tight circles over it pushing you over the edge, and as you go Karl thrust becomes harder and faster. He’s pushing himself to catch up with you. 
If he was a gentleman he would have prepped you, taken you out to dinner before fucking you like an absolute animal but a part of him thinks that how you like it. Being taken, whisked away and fucked for all to hear. Hell someone could knock or just burst in at any moment. Your tits bounce with every erratic thrust, your nails dragging against the back of his neck. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again.” You scream and it’s Karls undoing. Tight, wet, warm walls squeeze him tightly, barely letting him leave to thrust back into your warm heat. “Fuck me Karl, just like that!” 
Your chest rises and falls as you both try to catch your breath, sweaty, and sticky from sex. The room smells like it too, but that alright especially when Karl reaches over your body still deep inside you to grab a few tissues to clean you up the best he can. “By the way” You say in a huff. “You can call me Y/n.” You say sarcastically, as if the moment here will ever happen again. “I will darlin’.” He says with a wink.
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Completed on: 03/29/24
Posted on: 04/05/24
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saelterlude · 1 year
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I had a random dream where ResetDream would take Resetmare shopping and they get discounts.
Also it's been raining so I gave them coats :)
resetmare au by @dreemurr-skelememer
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artistmarchalius · 1 year
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It’s a staring day.
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lovelywingsart · 3 months
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Have some Metalworks from the Pirate AU on Discord with Sealmelia and PanzerShark (full Selkie form Emelia and Karls mutation for the AU) 💙
Wanted to work with PanzerShark more because he is my big baby and I love him and ended up finding out how long 9ft was compared to 20ft, and it amazingly isn't AS large of a size difference than I initially thought... This was simple but fun and was absolutely originally meant to be a sketch but we all know how that works.
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intruality-overlord · 7 months
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Wait wait wait my brain just gave me the cutest mental image.
Emperor penguins balance their eggs on their feet rightt?? And you know how parents and dads will teach their kids how to dance by letting them stand on their feet???
Oswald teaching Martin how to dance.
Also also Ed can play piano for them.
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