#i hope you like!!

[coincasual]

MERRY EAH CHRISTMAS @escapeaddict 💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💖🫶🎁🎁🎁🎁✨✨💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨

i hope you have a happy merry wonderlandiful holiday 🎁🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖💖💖💖✨

(also thank you to @eah-exchange for hosting such an awesome event!)

#a nice quality time semi casual tea party with some of your faves💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖✨✨✨✨ #merry christmas!! and happy holidays!! #eah wonderlandians #ever after high #eah lizzie #lizzie hearts #duchess swan #eah duchess #kitty cheshire #eah kitty #eah raven #raven queen #eah maddie #maddie hatter #i hope you like!!

[jethrowest]

the taste is just a memory you hold…

Prompts for @cozycornerkinktober: overstimulation/double penetration. briefly mentioned since this is a drabble, but i wanted to contribute!

Warnings: incubus homelander- need i say more? fun, freaky tendril shit. slight dubcon. happy reading! 18+

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The days blur together now.

He doesn’t limit his visits anymore. You used to only see him at night.

He’d start off slow, simply studying you while he sat in the chair in the corner of your room. Then he would move to the edge of your bed.

He had quickly grown tired of that, however, and after a few evenings of nothing beyond having his piercing gaze all over and through you, he would trace your skin. Your neck had been first, observing how you reacted to his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he would slink across your body and envelop you.

Sometimes, if your focus isn’t immediately robbed, you catch sight of fingers bleeding into the darkness. He is mostly concealed, offering glimpses of handsome, ethereal features that glint beneath the moonlight. His eyes shimmer and glow a faint red. You can’t tell what clothes he wears, if any at all.

When he drapes himself over you, attaches himself to you, you feel the weight of a man, but don’t see it.

Inky tendrils disappear inside your stretched center; your open, silently screaming mouth. They make you quiver and shake. Make you clench and cry out.

Your orgasms overtake and consume you, leaving you sore and wrecked. Those very coils disperse and permeate within, leaking from you like your pooling arousal, sliding down your thighs and soaking your sheets.

It becomes so frequent, so haphazard, that you begin to wonder if you leave the house. If you wake up. If you’re currently in a dream.

Hours, minutes, seconds later, you stand in front of your full-length bathroom mirror, staring hard at your reflection. Hoping answers will seep past your pallid complexion.

Instead, something black starts to collect on the floor, spilling from between your legs.

Your knees buckle. You almost fall forward; nearly come from the way it eases inside out, thorough and swollen.

The sensation of something indistinguishable expanding within your most vulnerable, sacred areas and slipping through your cervix until it breaks free is indescribable. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced, and it is equally petrifying as it is delicious.

It’s fucking biblical.

And it doesn’t stop until something you haven’t witnessed in its entirety takes shape.

He flows from you. Stands behind you. Grabs you and pulls you flush to him, pale hand unwavering at your throat.

When you regain balance, you notice that he is now whole to you. Blond hair adorns his crown, irises sparkle blue with a hint of crimson, and rows of teeth are a brilliant, perfect white. Sharp.

Beautiful, elegant robes cascade to the ground, fanning into a velvety scarlet. He smells sweet and warm, like fields of strawberries drenched in sunlight. He smells of the earth and what lies below it.

His slender nose drags along your pulse point. His tongue follows. He inhales greedily.

“How long have you been here?” you ask. Outside. In. It doesn’t matter what you’re referring to. You’re delirious when you question him, as if you’ve already been fucked an unfathomable amount of times, only being held upright by his presence. Your mind is coated with a thick fog.

You notice a small, strange grin lift the corners of your lips. The action feels foreign to you, almost like he’s controlling your mouth.

Your heart dilates, breaks apart and produces two separate beats, thudding in unison. Your cunt flutters, adding a third.

Will time come back to you? Greet you with welcoming arms that tell you it’s always been yours?

He laughs, a low, penetrating sound. “Oh my precious little lamb…” That voice lives in your bones, dense and deep.

“What gave you the silly idea I ever left?”

#cozy corner kinktober #monsterlander mania #homelander #homelander x reader #my writing #incubus homelander #listen… this is just a fun little take on incubi #short not really sweet and to the point! #i hope you like!! #drabble #antony starr #the taste is just a memory you hold

[jinzouactor]

Happy Secret Santa 🎁

And happy new years @chinchillasinunison!! I was your secret santa this time ♡

I was asked to draw their oc Akio~ As always thank you @beancret-santa for organising this year, its a lot of fun💞

#i hope you like!! #i enjoyed drawing him

[theminiartblog]

I Love You! Buh-bye~!

I’ve been wanting to draw @paper-lilypie‘s oc Bakely for so long, so here she is!! What a cutie ♥

#artists on tumblr #miniart #fanart #fnaf oc #ccrt #copper cogs rusted through #ccrt kids #am I allowed to use that tag? #anyway #I hope you like!!

[thebigolbee]

Wanted to doodle @xykcta ‘s awesome Courier and Sole Survivor OCs! I just love their designs so much!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #courier six #sole survivor #fallout oc #fallout ghoul #my art #I hope you like!! #:D

[d3epfriedangels]

slipping in here because i’ve been yearning for more artwork of minnie’s crew and i saw your requests are open and your style is so awesome and i’m so 🥹

if you feel inspired and you feel comfortable with drawing other people’s OCs, could i request some artwork of hanto, minnie’s first mate?

here’s my silly little drawing of her,

and the (SFW) fic that Hanto is part of if you’re interested in having some background info on her general vibes!

ahh i hope you like her!! ✨

SHE! SHE has the vibest vibes - Ive hardly ever drawn Duros before but this turned out awesome!!

#GALA!!!!! I will continue to admire your works from afar 🫡 🫡 #d3epsart #i hope you like!!

[crymeariveronceagain]

OKAY OKAY OKAY so me and my friend used to have this headcanon that Sandor secretly had a daughter and he was a single dad and that he would be forced to have tea parties with his little goblin daughter and she would put these bows on his ears and he tried to train her but she’s really sensitive and aghdjdjakdkdjjdjsjsjs just single dad Sandor please help

oh my gosh

single dad sandor im screaming lmao that's cute

Sandor's wife died in battle, a glorious credit to her nation, and a power to her people. Goblins don't mourn deaths in a traditional sense, because grief is very commonplace for a nation of warriors who constantly fight for the good of all.

This happened when their daughter was barely a year old.

So, Sandor instantly became a single dad.

His daughter is named Junha. She's seven, now, and since Sandor is on a mission, she lives with his parents. They're very nice people, if a little strict, but she loves them.

But he goes to visit her on every off day he gets. He misses her terribly while he's gone, and always looks forward to seeing her.

One day, Sophie asks where he goes on his off days. His eyes get a little shiny, and he starts talking about Junha. He tells her about how cute she is, and how good she is at art, and at parkour, and he tells her she's a little behind in some of the more intense parts of training, but he has no doubts that she'll get caught up super quickly.

Sophie asks more questions, and soon Sandor has his wallet pulled out and is showing her pictures of his daughter, a little thing with curly black hair and deep, big eyes, holding a sword that's way too big for her, clearly yelling something.

The next picture is of her in a flower-petal dress, wearing a thin metal crown, and Sandor sitting across from her, having a tea party.

Sophie giggles, and Sandor turns orange, as goblins do when embarrassed, and puts it back in his pocket.

Sophie smiles at him. "I never knew you were such a softy."

"I'm not," Sandor answers, as fierce as he can. "I just love my daughter. Any good man would."

"That's true," Grady responds, from the other room. "There's nothing less than powerful about a man who loves his daughter."

Sophie snorts, "I guess," she says.

"You guess? It is a complete fact!"

"Oh, no, I know! I know!"

"Do you?" Grady asks, poking his head into the room. "Because otherwise I will be forcing you to admit that I'm amazing."

"I do!" she yelled. "Jeez, I came out here for a good time, and honestly, I'm feeling so attacked right now."

Sandor snorts, turning away. "Well," he said, "Now you know where I go on my off days."

Sophie nodded. "Tell Junha she's welcome to visit whenever, by the way!"

Sandor blinks, and nods.

But he's smart.

There is a danger around Sophie, there is a danger around him. Junha is safest at her grandparents'. He does not want her here. If anything would make him stop protecting Sophie, anything at all, it would be his daughter.

Even bodyguards have their priorities.

#kotlc #kotlc sandor #kotlc sophie #thanks for the ask! #kotlc headcanon #sophie foster #kotlc headcanons #sandor's daughter #i hope you like!! #sandor #once again #i am so sorry this took so long #i love you anon <3

[kingdomtual]

Hopey Holidays 2022

Dann + every title track for @strhwaberries

#dann #kingdom #kingdomnet #kflops #I HOPE YOU LIKE!! #hopey holidays 2022 #my sweetest mutuals #mine

[braverytattoos]

wow this is cute hehe. here you go;

#theres a lot going on here #i hope you like!! #xdestroyax

[rising-dawn]

ੈ♡˳ for @ofnari !!

“nari-ssi!” dawn called down the back hallway of the venue to get the older girl’s attention before she left, their rehearsals finally wrapping up. he jogged to catch up to her and was almost breathless as he paused to retrieve the present out of his bag. he had been carrying the carefully wrapped box in his bag for almost three days now, trying to find a good time to give it to her. the corners of the paper were a bit wrinkled, and he attempted to smooth them back out quickly before handing it over. he had remembered hearing about nari’s lego collection in an interview once and as soon as he drew her name for secret santa, he began searching for just the right set to get her. he found the case of flowers in a shop in los angeles and immediately thought it was perfect, praying that it wasn’t something she already had in her collection. “merry christmas! i know its a little late, but i’m your secret santa,” he smiled sheepishly.

#ੈ♡˳ thread #ੈ♡˳ nari #sorry this is so late <3 #i hope you like!!

[overthinksinbisexual]

Wait, This Stuff Actually Happens To People? (A Fierrochase Cafe AU Meet-Cute)

this is a birthday present for the very important @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!)

Word count: 704

Magnus drops his bag and grabs an apron from the hook, ready to start his shift for the morning. He yawns widely, gaze flicking down to his watch. 7.34.

Ugh, mornings, he thinks.

He takes his place behind the counter, stepping up to single-handedly carry society by serving much-needed caffeine to sleep-deprived college students like a blonde haired messiah. Morning sunlight streams in through the window, lightening his mood as he deals with the long-winded stream of unnecessarily complicated orders, unreasonable amounts of change and crabby line-goers.

His gaze flicks up from the register, meeting the gaze of a green-haired person of indiscernible gender glaring up at him from behind a pair of pink-framed Buddy Holly sunglasses. There’s a rim of red along their top lip, like they’ve been drinking brightly-colored soft drink. It also makes them look a little bit like a vampire, but, hey, it totally works with the vibe they’ve got going on.

Hot, Magnus’ chaotic pansexual brain ever-so-helpfully supplies. The customer is eccentrically dressed, with a lime green and pink checkered vest over a bright green shirt, which should probably clash with their hair but instead just somehow works.

“Hello?” the stranger asks, disgruntled, and Magnus realises he’s just been staring like a moron for the past minute or so.

“Oh, um, so sorry about that,” he splutters, feeling his face heat. “Your order?”

The stranger huffs, and rattles off an obviously well-used order of actually mildly reasonable formation, until they decide to order it in the largest cup possible, which happens to hold like a litre of coffee. Magnus is vaguely terrified, but also begrudgingly impressed.

He hands back their change, skin tingling where their hands brush.

“I like your vest, dude,” he says, smiling. Wait, shit. “I mean, girl? Dude? Um-”

“Dude,” the guy corrects, rolling his eyes a little bit. Right, noted. “For now.”

Why the last part seems so foreboding, Magnus doesn’t know, but he just tries to give his best apologetic smile as the customer wanders off to wait for his order.

The next customer coughs loudly, looking about five miles west of impressed.

Magnus spends the five minutes it takes for the guy’s order to get made in a state of extreme distraction, much to the distaste of all the other customers he serves.

When the order is ready, though, the barista ends up handing it up to him because the third guy on shift didn’t turn up this morning, which leaves serving up to Magnus instead.

He calls out the order, watching as the guy comes forward to grab it.

But just as he reaches forward to take it the light from the windows slants across his face, lighting up his eyes, one of which is amber, the other a deep brown.

This small detail manages to short-circuit Magnus’ brain so much that he fumbles the coffee as he passes it, spilling half of it all over the bench.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, mortified, reaching for a cloth to clean up the mess. “We’ll make you another right away.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the guy says, aggressively wiping off the specks of coffee that landed on his vest and rolling his eyes again. He moves back to wait for his order again, looking irritated. (Though, to be fair, Magnus reasons, he did just get half a coffee nearly split all over him.)

Five minutes later he ends up actually getting his order and, thankfully, there are no more unfortunate spills. He takes the coffee, but instead of moving off, he just stands and stares at Magnus for a second, eyes roving.

Then, while maintaining full eye contact the whole time, he tips the giant cup back and sculls it all in one go, wipes his mouth, pulls a black marker from his pocket, and scribbles something on the lid of the cup, slamming it back down in front of Magnus on the counter.

He turns, wiggling his fingers in a wave.

“See ya round!”

Magnus blinks, stunned, unsure of what he just witnessed. He looks down at the cup and what's written on the lid. A name, Alex, and a phone number.

Oh, shit.

#yes this ended up being slightly crack-y but what about it #i hope you like!! #magnus chase #mcga #fierrochase #my writing #if im not lazy this may one day end up on ao3

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

#danteposting #I hope you guys like my stupid history jokes #the divine comedy

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

#ra speaks #it’s a silly joke/pun dw #we stay silly :3 #edit: #woahg. that’s a lot of notes. hi everybody o/ #10k. stop clenching your jaw and drink some water. #15k. eat some fresh fruit this week! I’m having kiwis tonight :] #20k. quit sitting like a shrimp it’s bad for your neck! sit up straight and do a little stretch every now and then #25k. I’m up at 2 AM but I’ll get to see the sunrise today :] if you can’t see that I hope you admire the sunset later today #30k. do something fun you haven’t done in a while. I haven’t drawn in months - I think I’ll paint a cat tomorrow :3

[hansoeii]

#i made this to make myself feel better after e6 #so I hope it can help you all recover too #a perfect kiss in the rain like crowley deserves #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #aziracrow #aziracrow fanart #ineffable husbands #david tenannt #micheal sheen #neil gaiman #my art #digital art

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :) #trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+ #lgbta+ #lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived