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s-guacamolearts · 9 days
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Out of bounds
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makenna-made-this · 2 years
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BAWKtober Day 9 ~ Soup!
Just can't wait for a taste
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luckycharms1701 · 1 month
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Lucky I write down potential asks in my notes and literally just scribbled this today so the fact hur open now is a wild coincidence and also ily /p have a great night !!! Drink fluids !!
The set up premise might be.. different? so ignore if inspiration doesn't tickle ur scrote but I am a person who eats spicy food on a daily basis and if it's painful enough it can look like a damn sexual experience(panting, sweating, flushed face, gr/moaning(in pain), whines, milk spills, the works). I can see bay Mikey doing some kind of prank or dare without knowing what would stir within until suddenly ur being dragged off to his bedroom trading one heat for another-
I'd hoped this was just about blurbish length and that I make sense ;-; (I am so nervous about sending request asks in I am ill)
(-gornack but anon cuz if i sound nonsensical I don't want the embarrassment of having my account attached)
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^ how i felt reading this ask
there is nothing to be embarrassed about here!!
sorry for the fade to black but hope you enjoy anyway!
It takes exactly three wings for you to realize that you’ve made a mistake. You pause when the heat hits your tongue, and that is another mistake. You swallow without tasting anything and look at Mikey’s expectant face with a shaky smile. “No problem!” You give him a thumbs up, hoping he’ll ignore the increasing redness you can feel in your face.
When Mikey came to you, begging to recreate those videos he was obsessed with where people eat progressively spicier food, you knew this would happen. You knew. But one look into those tearful puppy dog eyes and you folded faster than wet cardboard. Now you (and your relatively low spice tolerance) find yourself wishing that you weren’t head over heels for him.
“Yes!” Mikey cheers with his hands in the air, and all the pain you are about to endure is immediately worth it. Damn him. You look back down at the remainder of the wing in your hand and both dread and determination run through your veins. Well, mama didn’t raise no quitter. You bring the little bomb to your mouth and eat the rest of it, trying and failing to keep the sauce off your lips. Shit.
You nibble on some bread to help with the heat, saving the milk for later when you’re truly suffering. Your fingers tap along to the beat of the music Mikey put on as you look for the next spicy little enemy. Instead of offering you the next saucy wing, Mikey is staring. At your lips, specifically. You touch them hesitantly. They feel a little inflamed but dry. “Did I miss some sauce or something?” Mikey shakes his head with an unusually (even for him) loud “No! You’re fine.” You shrug and reach for the wing he offers you.
Sweat forms on your brow before the heat hits, and you brace yourself just in time. A breathy “oh” leaves your parted lips as the heat rolls through your mouth like thunder. You give in and reach for the milk as the heat crests, gulping a little too quickly and spilling some. When the teasing you expect from your best friend doesn’t manifest, you try to contain your panting and look up to find him once again staring at your mouth. “Okay, I know what’s up with me, but what’s up with you?” You reach up and swipe at the line of milk dribbling down your chin with your thumb, and Mikey visibly swallows.
“N-nothing, angel. Just wondering if you’re still up for this. You look… heated.” You groan loudly at what you assume is a very bad pun, holding out your hand for the next torture device. The heat in your mouth is now at an alarmingly high steady burn, but you are trying to ignore that in favor of getting through this ordeal.
“Hit me, Michelangelo.” He mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear over the music, and you study him as he hands you the next wing. He is twitchy, eyes dark as he watches your fingers wrap around the meat. Wondering why Mikey is acting so weird is a good distraction from the pain in your mouth, so you continue to observe him as you raise the fifth wing to your mouth.
It seems almost like Mikey is the one on the spot, you muse as you chew, with the way he can’t sit still. He’s looking everywhere except at you now, fingers tapping agitatedly on the can of Orange Crush in between his hands on the table. Then the heat hits you like a brick wall, and there is no room in your head for anything except the stinging pain. Tears fill your eyes as you whimper.
Mikey’s chair scraping across the floor startles you as you chug some milk, and you spill some again. Your whimper turns into a groan as more milk dribbles down your chin. How embarrassing. The milk pools in your hand as you try in vain to keep it from getting everywhere.
“Okay, that’s it!”
Before you can process what’s happening beyond the fire raging in your mouth, Mikey rounds the table and picks you up. You stutter his name, hands flailing, beyond bewildered. He ignores you and beelines for his room, squeezing you firmly against his plastron.The door closes with an ominous snick, and you brace yourself, still panting from the heat of the wings. The tension leaves you though, as Mikey tosses you on the bed and shows you exactly why he was acting so weird. Oh. Ohhhhh. OH.
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fulltimecatwitch · 11 days
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listening to the Shōgun podcast and Hiroyuki Sanada (Lord Toranaga) said that he actually tried to spend a lot of time with Yuki Kura ( Yoshii Nagakado aka his son in the series) to create that father and son bond 🥺🥺 they had barbecue together and went shopping
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itsclydebitches · 11 months
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Colin: Isaac knows!
Trent: That my son is failing science?
Colin: ...What?
Trent:
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trashcantasch · 4 months
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Trying something new with Axel's hair
(I'm also drawing every single KH2 boss now, so I guess expect updates on that every now and then)
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tealgoat · 2 months
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How do you draw on your phone? With your finger or pen?
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Fingie
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BEST BEWBS
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caninecrypt · 2 years
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reallyyyy rushed animation with SOUND for practice teehee
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the-masked-artist05 · 9 months
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Dinner For Three - Blood Moon Lagoon
Warnings: Blood, torture, gore, murder, animal cruelty [one-off background character is doing this, who will be "sorted out"], disturbing imagery.
A/N: Man, this took a while huh? Hope you all enjoy this! Please reblog if you can, helps with letting people know of my comic and general work! This is part 1! The rest will be posted on a later date!
[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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This is part 1! Part 2 is [here] *the link is not there yet
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athenasparrow · 10 months
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Another ✨ coming soon ✨ announcement because I'm very productive these days!!!
– All In The Name of Science –
Summary
Science is supposed to be objective and clinical with data and beakers and clipboards. Never in a million years did James imagine it could be like this.
Snippet One
“You want me to what?” James splutters, sure he’s misheard as he stares wide-eyed at his childhood friend, the unrequited love of his life, and currently, the woman asking him to be her fake boyfriend so they can join a research study on the female orgasm – and yes, apparently he’ll have to give her one.
Snippet Two
“You can touch yourself if you want,” Lily says and he nearly chokes. “Dora said it's okay as long as you don't touch me - okay for the research I mean.” Right. The fucking science.
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renegadepack · 2 years
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pauses, then says
you’re my best friend - bella and jacob, in the life they chose. together.
It took a long time, but eventually Bella realized she was better off with her life now. Sure, Edward had been great to her for that short time, but it wasn’t forever. She didn’t want to sign away her life for someone she had only known a few months. He was right to leave her. 
She didn’t truly feel that way until one day in the middle of her spring break, going cliff diving with Jacob. She didn’t wish another person was there with her. The only voice she heard was Jacob’s calling up to her to come join him. It felt like freedom, joy without expectations. As she prepared to leap, she saw a whole life spread in front of her - dreams and ambitions, chosen family, the ability to grow and change and to be with someone safe, in every sense of the word. It wasn’t settling; it never was. It was home. She chose it, she chose him, wholeheartedly. 
That didn’t mean the next few years were easy. Trauma has a way of sneaking around, of staying, of manifesting when you least expect it. Bella’s nightmares and Jacob’s panic attacks didn’t go away. They faded, grew less frequent over time. But still there. Healing is a nonlinear process, and they know they’ll probably never reach the end. But between each other, and their chosen families, a future to work towards, they’re good. 
Bella decided against college. She knew it was expected; just what good, quiet, studious girls did. But she had grown to love Forks, love the lush trees, the constant sweater weather, the proximity to Charlie, to Jacob, to everyone that welcomed her and saved her when they didn’t have to. She isn’t ready to leave that behind just yet. She’s picking up shifts at the diner, finally accepting Cora’s offer to join her. Except she’s chosen the kitchen. The shifts are long and she barely has time to think between orders, but it’s good for her. And the boys never mind the leftovers and slightly out of date food she brings home.
Jacob, long fed up with traditional school, and with no idea how to go back, signs up for his GED. Billy and Bella help him with flashcards at the kitchen table, textbooks at the ocean, math over motorcycles and book discussions during hikes. When his results come in the mail, a “congratulations” and “we are pleased to inform you” right at the top, Bella doesn’t bother to act surprised or hide her pride. Jacob deserves it. He is amazing, and she’s tired of pretending she doesn’t know that.
Bella slides right in, a puzzle piece just waiting for the right spot, all her breaks and bruises and jagged edges accepted, taken at face value. She knew she had once found solace in La Push, but now she found a home. She began to spend more time there, crashing on Rachel’s bed more often than not, then waking up to cook breakfast with Jacob. More of her stuff began to materialize there until the room had become hers. 
She spent time with Billy, helped take care of the house, laughed at the group’s adventures, went to and hosted gatherings with all their neighbors, baked and cooked with Emily for the pack. She supposed they were both wolf girls now. Thinking of the time she had originally made the joke to Emily used to hurt, to break open the hole in her chest. Now it was just an unpleasant reminder of choices she had almost made,  and she couldn’t be more grateful for the change. 
Jacob, for once, wasn’t in any rush. He had been forced to grow up quickly, to survive the loss of his mother, learn how to help his father, his sisters leaving, forced into a protector role he didn’t ask for. But now, life could go at its own pace. He wasn’t on anyone’s schedule but his own. It was safe, and freeing, and, most of all, his choice.
Their life was simple, easy. Soft blankets slung over the couch, a neverending stack of movies to watch together, frequent picnics to the beach and talking on that one piece of driftwood, a home cluttered with photos and games and tools, cozy and comfortable. 
Bella had always loved the warmth, the feel of the sun on her skin. But she made her home in the woods, where it rained more often than not and her collection of sweatshirts was somehow still growing. But it was a home she chose, with a warmth, sunshine personified that chose her.
more fic // request fic
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thevideowall · 1 month
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Bought a new lens for my camera so took a walk around the Ouseburn and Quayside to try it out on my way to band practice on monday
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ineffablefuckups · 3 months
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So uh- Here's my pain in the arse of a project entry for the inaffable smut war, hosted by @goodomensafterdark and on the r/GoodOmensAfterDark/ subreddit.
Also the full version is underneath since I didn't technically draw any.. appendages?? bUT figured I ought to keep the uncovered version underneath since the depiction is uh-
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A closeup of the texture and the full image.
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fisheyezzz · 3 months
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q is like a horse....
-startled easily
-likes apples
-atypical vision compared to humans
-when startled imeddiately breaks all its limbs
-sometimes green???????
i think i dont know what horses are
i think we have lost the plot
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brudiza-spudnik · 4 months
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sunset from my new phone camera
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