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you all have to keep it very secret and not tell anyone but i have a really good idea :D
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sotiriabellou · 2 years
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nightlightdragon1 · 1 year
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It is past midnight where I live so its officially my birthday, so I drew this
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ilovebentheman · 1 year
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dcndrohime · 1 year
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If short = pettable.
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inked-fables · 1 year
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writes 17 pages of worldbuilding over the course of Several Months and then proceeds to immediately start a Different Wip
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marshyoftheblobs · 27 days
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Gotta love it when an ornery redhead tells you he can't believe a rizzless maidenless loser like you could be his future stepfather and he's gonna kill you for it.
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lunarsluttymoon · 8 months
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I love how curious Hollypaw is about starclan and the warriors code. Hollypaw is a passionate and devoted cat, and she has strong morals, which sometimes go against each other.
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I’ve noticed whenever Hollypaw starts to ask a lot of questions about Starclan and the code, nobody really gives her an actual answer, usually just telling her to stop asking questions and get back to what she’s supposed to be doing.
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Hollypaw’s questions are reasonable things to ask and worry about. She’s of course worried about having to fight her cousins, that must be an awful thought to someone like her, who cares deeply for both her family and the code.
She does tend to ask these questions when she shouldn’t, but with the lack of answers she’s been getting, it makes me think. Is she not getting answers because she asks at the wrong time, or could it also be because nobody actually knows the answers?
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drownedghostie · 1 year
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There's a difference between understanding something and seeing it for yourself.
When Sirius had first gotten to James' house, things had been rough. He hadn't been harmed in any way shape or form, but he spent the first couple of weeks wandering the house, staring into empty rooms and at the front door, as if waiting for something, and it took James an embarrassing amount of time to realize Sirius had been trying to will his little brother into the house.
He had understood, in a pretty superficial way, that his best friend had been missing a loved one, and he had tried to cheer him up accordingly.
But now? Now James gets it. He sees what Sirius would be missing everyday while he walked through Potter Manor with his thousand yards stare.
Because Regulus walks into a room and the first thing he does is walzt over to Sirius to kiss his cheek, or poke his face, and grin and laugh. If Sirius is the one to walk by, Regulus will perk up and wave, even if they won't hang out, just for the sake of being seen, of making faces at each other. Because Regulus rushes into their dorm in the middle of the night, bright eyed and flushed, to wake Sirius up to tell him something, anything, that has him over the moon and clawing at the walls.
He gets why Sirius never gets mad at that, helplessly fond even half dead with sleep.
James wouldn't have been able to handle it, losing something like that. He doesn't know how Sirius hadn't tried to leave the Manor to go grab his brother by the ear and drag him away, because he would've done it.
Regulus smiles at him too, now. He perks up and waves and he's casual in his affection to the point of madness.
Oh, Merlin help him if he ever loses that smile, he wouldn't survive it.
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astaraels · 2 months
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Femslash February — Day 2 — Dreams
fem!gallavich; Ian dreams of kissing Mickey. (ao3) @m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @echosluvr @callivich
There was something about Mickey Milkovich that Ian couldn’t get out of her head. It wasn’t a surprise, exactly; they’d been working together all summer at the Kash and Grab after Ian convinced Mr. Karib to take on Mickey for the security gig. He still felt guilty about his wife shooting Mickey, and Ian wasn’t above using that to get Mickey a job for her parole. She’d been out of juvie a month now, and getting to spend nearly every day together was practically a dream come true for Ian. Sure, they were hooking up in the back cooler five times a day when they could get away with locking the front door for twenty minutes at a time, but they were also just…hanging out. Shooting the shit, being dumb teenagers, having fun together. Mickey was good at her new job, too, her reputation in the neighborhood enough to keep dumbass kids from stealing candy bars and pop bottles.
And then there were the sticky summer nights, where Ian and Mickey spent nearly as much time together as Ian did with Mandy—sometimes the three of them hanging out together and running all over the South Side, just taking the time to be. Mandy, thank fuck, still didn’t have a clue about her sister and Ian, which was just as well. Part of Ian wanted Mickey all to herself, a little secret that she could hold onto. And Ian was sure that Mickey felt the same way, even if she didn’t say as much. Mickey never talked about her feelings or anything like that. Hell, she still never let Ian kiss her on the mouth. Other places? Oh, fuck yeah. Ian took advantage of that every chance she got. And if she shoved Mickey up against the wall in the storage room at work, one hand down the front of her jeans to touch her in that certain way Ian knew Mickey liked best, and if she got her mouth on the back of Mickey’s neck, well. Mickey never pushed her away when she did that. Ian would take it as a win.
But in her dreams—oh, in Ian’s dreams, Mickey let Ian get her on her back. Let her press her down into a bed of expensive sheets (usually some kind of fancy hotel, where they could be alone and fuck the way Ian always wanted to with her) and kiss her like she was drowning and Mickey was her only source of oxygen. In those dreams, Mickey opened up willingly for Ian, her lips and tongue all hot and wonderful against Ian’s own. She loved the thought of biting at Mickey’s lips until they were all beautiful and red. Wanted to fuck her face to face, see the bloom of a blush spread across Mickey’s cheeks, down her neck and across her chest. Couldn’t help but want to see that flush darken as Ian pulled her shirt off, then unclasped her bra and took it away, leaving Mickey bare and open for Ian to look at and drink her fill.
In her dreams, Mickey let Ian do anything and everything she could think of—Ian had a vivid imagination, especially where Mickey was involved—and Ian drank in the other girl’s cries and moans, pressed her thighs till they fell open and Ian could nestle between them and devour her until she came, over and over again. Mickey’s thighs were one of Ian’s favorite things; the soft skin over hard muscle, the way they trembled under Ian’s touch even as Mickey growled for Ian to get the fuck on with it, Gallagher, I ain’t got all fuckin’ day. But one day, Ian hoped, they’d have the chance to take it slow. To recreate the best part of Ian’s dreams, even if it was just in Ian’s twin bed. She’d kick Debbie out, lock the door, and make Mickey come undone with hands and lips and and tongue.
Maybe it was nothing but a dream, a faint possibility that Ian clung onto in the sticky summer nights, when she turned towards the wall and slid a hand down under the fabric of her pajama pants, fingers touching herself in just the right way to relieve the ache. It’s not the same as when Mickey touched her, those small, slender fingers knowing just the right way to make Ian throw her head back and gasp in pleasure, but this was a decent second place. She’d had plenty of practice in keeping quiet, too, and when she came it was with the thought of Mickey’s lips against her own.
In Ian’s dreams, Mickey would smile at her, call her Ian instead of Gallagher, and pull her in close for a kiss. Ian knew that Mickey would have to stand on her tiptoes to reach, and the mental picture it created for her made her smile, giggling a little against Mickey’s lips. Mickey would just scoff and smack Ian’s cheek lightly, say something like keep laughing and I ain’t kissing you again, even as she’d move in for another, and another, and another. Ian knew she’d never be tired of Mickey’s kisses.
Sometimes when they were together, in the bright sunlight at a baseball game or in the darkened theater at the movies, Ian found herself glancing over at Mickey’s lips. And of course Mickey caught her doing it, now and again. Depending on the mood she was in, she’d maybe give Ian a sharp elbow to the ribs and call her a fucking lesbo; other times, her bright blue eyes got a little darker and she licked her lips, like she was thinking of the same thing Ian was. But she never made a move, and Ian never pushed further, no matter how much she ached to press their lips together, let their tongues meet, seal their mouths against one another’s like they were shotgunning a joint.
Maybe it was wishful thinking on Ian’s part. Maybe she was just seeing things she wanted to see. And sure it was frustrating, not being able to kiss Mickey in the way she really wished she could, but Ian could be patient. She could press her lips to the back of Mickey’s neck, to her shoulder, to the place between her breasts, and taste the salt of her skin regardless. In her dreams, though, Mickey takes the first step, slides her fingers through Ian’s long, red hair and pulls her in for a kiss that makes Ian’s toes curl. Sure, Ian might wake up disappointed—she wanted the real thing, after all—but for the moment, she would keep dreaming. And one day, she’d get to feel what Mickey’s lips truly taste like.
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darth-sonny · 1 year
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Hi Sonny ! I just read all the post I could find on your Prime Leo Au (though I'm not sure I found everything... I don't know if you ever explained why Kraang Prime needed an Host in the first place). And it gave me thoughts !
First about why Kraang Prime wouldn't want Donnie as an Host despite his smart (yes I know we're well past that but bear with me please ?), there's also that Donnie's knowledge and smarts is primarily on machinery, engineering and programing. But considering that Kraangs rely much more on biological means for their technology, that really wouldn't match well. And since I'm a fan of the Medic Leo headcanon, I also headcanon as interested and good at anatomy, biology and biochemistry. So even there he's a better fit for Kraang Prime that Donnie.
Second, remember that 4 (?) pages comic where we see Prime completely possessing Leo and explaining that Leo can't hear them coz in a dream world etc. It made me thought, what if Raph tried to mind meld Leo right then and there in an attempt to reach out to him. Except it doesn't reach Leo of course coz he's in too deep but it does reach Kraang Prime who's in front... And what if Kraang Prime decided to let it happen ? So Raph just mind meld with it for a few seconds ? Wouldn't that be fuck up or what ? (oh and Prime would be a bastard about it too commenting things like "oh~ it tingle", "You wish to enter right ? Very well I'll allow it")
Ans I know this one won't happen officially in the story (coz if so they would realize Leo's touch aversion wayyyy before Leo himself told them) but if the Fam does enter Leo's Dream World, imagine if Prime, that sick bastard, go "visit" Leo at the same time. I already had that idea as soon as I read about the Dream World but it got back full force when I read how Prime was really "touchy" with Leo, making him uncomfortable. There isn't 1 person in this massive family that wouldn't snap seeing this and I would be here for it.
(In fact, if you're still taking art suggestion, I think that it would be very cool if you could draw the moment where Kraang Prime is there "greeting" the Bros in the Dream World while having his hands on a Leo that is frozen in discomfort while the Bros are also frozen but in shock and stupor because they are still processing what they are seeing. Only if you want of course 👉👈 👀)
another long folks strap in!!
also hii @louve-garoue !!
1.) the answer on why Prime needs a Host: it's honestly easier commanding armies when you have a physical body to help you do that, yknow??
2.) yep! when there's an entire race of aliens who's tech is biorganical, it makes sense taking control of someone who knows how the body works in every aspect. also, to Prime, Donnie is just a smarter than everage baby sooooo
3.) shoot! i legit forgot about mind melding when i made that!! but i'm gonna have to disagree with you; the mind meld trick wouldn't reach Leo at all, and Prime isn't going to let anyone in to try and talk to Leo and help break him out. they'd be a huge dick to Raph about that and flaunt it ("awww, our former brute can't reach the Host~, how...tragic")
4.) ooooooooooo, that's gooood!!! it won't happen in the story "canon"-wise like you said, but it is still a good prompt (maybe i'll write it one day, who knows..). Prime just....forcibly and creepily touching Leo while the fam watches and they can't do anything about it and it pisses them off something good is just *chef's kiss*
for the drawing request, here's Prime playing with Leo's mask tails (pretend that they're looking at the fam while they do this, it was three in the morning when i finished and i straight up conked out)
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aservantnamedketchup · 8 months
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Elesa and Long Raikou
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grimalkinmessor · 3 months
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New picrew dropped, so I decided to make my Death Note OCs :D ✨
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In order we've got Mice, Spider, Henka, Mina, and Vasykl
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Plus a few humanized Shinigami—Cinis, Suraci, and an extra Ryuk :3
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mjhartwork · 6 months
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made a felt xiphos to go with my felt kitty cat
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danshive · 8 months
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"Wow, Dan, you sure are posting some crazy results with that Mystic Reflection + Horn of Gondor deck. It must have a really good win percentage!"
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Yes. Of course.
Let's go with that.
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krizs-main · 2 years
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Please ignore how bad the gun looks thx <3
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