#thanks anon!!

[asterwild]

Olm (Proteus anguinus) a cave-dwelling salamander from Europe.

#id in alt #your suggestions #thanks anon!! #olm #salamander #wildlife #animals #animal art #sketches

[reigningmax]

FIA Gala 2023

#my post #max verstappen #thanks anon!! #these are the only cute ones but i love him ur honor

[pickled-flowers]

Knife made out of flowers

Ooooh this was funnn

#thanks anon!! #idk if this is the same anon from the plant but meat but damn your brain #this turned out better than i thought!

[lavellenchanted]

Otp: I want the whole damn thing & 5?

5. Angry Kiss

“April, what the hell are these?”

Jackson’s voice isn’t quite angry (not yet, anyway), just flat and tight, like he wants to sounds neutral but just can’t manage it; but when April turns to look at him, there’s bewilderment written across his face more than anything else as he stares down at the iPad she has so very stupidly left on the kitchen counter open and with the screen on.

A screen that is currently showing house and apartment listings around Boston.

Slowly, Jackson’s eyes lift to meet hers and she feels a guilty blush steal across her cheeks – which is almost immediately followed by a surge of irritation, because she doesn’t have anything to feel guilty over. And she finds it incredibly galling that he would look at her like that, with his eyes soft and confused and betrayed when he’s the one who –

“I was just browsing,” she blurts out, because she doesn’t want to think about that. Except that she already has, which is probably why she sounds so snappishly defensive. “I mean, I’ve got to look at some point, right?”

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows are drawing down into a frown, and like a mirror of herself she can see the irritation building in him as well. 

They’ve always been too good at that, reflecting their worst emotions back at each other.

“This was only ever temporary.”

April waves a hand, a gesture meant to encompass not just the kitchen but the entire house. A house they had started sharing when they first moved to Boston because that was easier than trying to find two places at the same time, but which was never meant to be her and Harriet’s permanent home here. Just his. 

Except that it has become her home. Worse, it’s become theirs. It feels like cutting out a part of herself to say it isn’t, but how can she stay now? 

“Did I do something? I know you’ve been mad about something for a while.”

She almost wants to laugh because of course he knew. No one has ever been able to see through her quite so easily as Jackson can. It used to frighten her, the way he seemed to strip her bare and see everything, all her fears and insecurities and hopes and dreams, with just a single glance. It also thrilled her, though she tried to deny that for the longest time.

At this particular moment it’s just making her angry, because how can he know her so well and still not understand?

“No, you didn’t –” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not mad at you.”

It’s mostly the truth. Okay, maybe she’s mad at him a little bit, but really she’s just mad at herself.

Because she thought that maybe they were –

But she was wrong. Of course she was wrong. That was made very clear last week, when she saw him looking cosy with some annoyingly long-legged blonde woman at the Foundation. 

Intellectually, she knows it’s not Jackson’s fault. She may not have done anything wrong but neither did he, not really. They’re still divorced, and neither of them have ever mentioned dating or getting back together or anything of the sort. A few lingering looks here and there or flirtatious remarks don’t mean anything. They aren’t promises or declarations.

Still, she feels so stupid that it makes her want to scream with an anger that’s sharp and bright and far preferable to focus on than the hurt drumming at her insides.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Jackson says drily.

April glares at him. “I just thought that it’s about time Hattie and I found somewhere else.”

Jackson’s jaw tightens. “So when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to tell me? Was I just going to come home one day and find you both gone?”

“Of course not! I was going to tell you when I found a place. Why are you so pissed about it anyway? I thought you’d be glad to have some space back. Then you could bring all the blonde friends you want back here without us getting in the way.”

The words have spilled out before she can stop them, bitter and jealous. She bites down on her lip to stop herself saying any more but it’s too late. Jackson’s staring at her, his expression growing darker, and then suddenly he’s striding across the kitchen to stand right in front of her, towering above her so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Blonde friends?” he says furiously. “That’s what this is about? I don’t know what makes me more angry, April, the fact that you saw me schmoozing someone who is considering making a huge donation to the Foundation and assumed I was hitting on her, or the fact that you didn’t talk to me about it and just decided to deal with it by moving out. I thought we were past this, the not talking to each other about things.”

April blinks, thrown for a moment by this new information and desperately trying to ignore the sudden, painful burst of hope radiating in her chest, then feels her cheeks warm as her thoughts catch up to what he’s saying.

“Oh, like you talk to me? If I made assumptions, maybe it’s because we’ve been in Boston for eight months and I still don’t know what you want from me, Jackson! You asked me here but I don’t know if it’s just because you didn’t want to be that far away from Harriet, or if you actually want me around –”

She doesn’t get a chance to say any more because Jackson cuts her off, catching her face between his hands and covering her mouth with his. It’s not a gentle kiss – they’re both still too angry for that – and his lips are almost bruising, insistent, each stroke of his mouth delivered with deliberate passion, like he’s making a point and wants to be very clear about it. 

Maybe he is; she curls her fingers into his shirt and pulls him closer, kissing him back with equal fierceness, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then catching it between her teeth. Her heartbeat is roaring in her ears and she can hardly breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want to breathe right now. She only wants to keep kissing him, to feel the fire that’s burning through the veins as she presses herself against him and gives in to the hunger and the longing that she’s been trying to bury for months.

Jackson lifts his mouth briefly, tilting his head the other way and between kisses he’s saying, “I want you. I have always wanted you. I will never not want you.”

She brings her arms up to wind them around his neck and whispers back, “I want you too. I want you so much, Jackson.”

Finally, when her head is swimming and her legs feel weak and shaky and like they might collapse any moment they break apart, though she keeps her arms around his neck and he brings his hands to her waist. They’re both breathing heavily, their eyes locked on each other, and April can feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

“I guess we both still need to get better at the talking thing,” Jackson says. “But let me start with saying that I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me.”

April smiles. “Then I’ll stay.”

kiss prompts

#thanks anon!! #jackson avery #april kepner #japril #otp: I want the whole damn thing #my fic #kiss prompts

[tonberry-yoda]

Kars relationship hcs?

Kars Relationship Headcanons

notes - Hi anon!! Of course I can give you some lovely headcanons for this lovely long haired beauty <333 thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy :)

this man smells so good

i wanted to say it

i feel like over the years, he has collected some really nice perfumes akdsdhdsahk

so when you hug him, which is a lot, he smells REAL good

he likes cuddles, even if he denies it

he feels like it's protecting you while you sleep, so he is always big spoon

he is VERY protective over you

like you are his little human now and he wants to protect you at all costs

being so big makes you look so small and fragile

he'll probably pick you up a lot lolol

please play with his hair

he acts like he hates it, but after you play with it for a while, he will literally start purring LMFAO

he also quite likes when you tell him how much you love him

he will always remind you that he loves you through anything but words, so when you show your affection through words, he gets a little blushy ngl

if you sing, he loves to hear it

i just feel like if you're good with anything with music, he would love it with all his heart

and not, i feel like he would just be interested in any hobby you have and just watch you lolol

you probably dont see him too often if he's busy, but know when you do see each other, you get to be pulled into those giant arms <3333

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#thanks anon!! #super cute omg #jjba #asks #writing #fanfic #my writing #<3 #fanfiction #tonberry answers #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #kars #kars x reader #jjba part 2 #battle tendency #battle tendency x reader

[sunniss]

mon in #that dress

#gap the series #gap #wlwsource #wlwedit #wlwgif #wlwdaily #my gif #mon looked soooooo good #thanks anon!!

[frownyalfred]

Something about a line in Borderline struck me. When tim says to damian--"look Bruce in the eyes and tell him you weren't going to talia"<- I'm paraphrasing but. Something about how Tim tells Damian not to look tim in the eyes, or Jason, but Bruce. Look your father in the eyes as you run to your mother. Try and lie to him. (I know you wouldn't tell me the truth. I know I can't compel it out of you, because you don't care enough about me.)

Look Bruce in the eyes and tell him exactly how you fucked up. (Look him in the eyes and redeem me, because by confessing your own intent my sins become neccesary instead of a betrayal.)

Look batman in the eyes--(if you won't tell him, I will. This is emotional blackmail. This is desperation and anger distilled. We are two cobras fighting for the shriveled rat. We will both die alone, together)

Idk I'm tired and liked that line a LOT and wondered if you had any thoughts about writing it<3

You’re spot on anon! I was definitely thinking that Tim didn’t believe his own actions would be forgiven unless Bruce realized the gravity of having Talia involved.

Interestingly, that line was the first one I thought of while drafting this chapter — the plotline with the fallout shelter and the ensuing argument came after. I just knew Tim wanted to accuse Damian.

Tim seeing Damian’s thoughts move toward Talia before anyone else is, as you said, very cobra like. I don’t blame Damian for wanting Talia to fix things, but we can all agree that that wouldn’t end well.

Damian doesn’t want to lie to Bruce, and Tim knows that. Tim also knows that Bruce is holding something back about Talia, but I’m not sure he knows exactly what yet.

#thanks anon!! #you are amazing this was such a cool analysis #bruce wayne #batman #dc #myfic #theresurrectionist #batfamily #borderline #asks #anon #sorry I am at the club plz forgive typos

[neilphen]

do you have any favorite ringo photos? 🤔

ohhh this was a BAD question to ask me anon.....bad idea....

adding below the cut cuz theres gonna be SOOOO many photos here

i went SOLEY for ringo photos and not ringo with other beatles....

this isnt even all of them they are cutting me off at 30 pictures per post so. wahmp wahmp. i wanted to add more </3

#THANKS ANON!! #i love when ppl ask me things it makes me feel sooo cool srsly #like ahh ppl think my opinion is interesting woah... #anon #ringo starr #mine #answered #WEEE i wish i couldve added the rest i have save </3 like the one of him w his hands down his pants </3 #rings

[wehangout]

Oooooh 14 maybe???? Honestly your writing is SO good I wanna send you ALL THE NUMBERS lol

Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty

14. sitting on the floor in front of them while they sit on the couch and their arms touch their legs

Ian's on the floor in front of you, back against the couch, arms wrapped around your calves, shirt ... gone. Doesn't matter where the shirt is, you just appreciate it being gone and being able to draw out the kind of moans Ian's moaning as you rub at the knots on his back.

"Good, huh?"

All you get is a sleepy hum of agreement, his head lolling from one side to the other, and you snort. Dude's gonna be useless for the rest of the night, but after a day of lugging furniture into Lip and Tammi's place, you can't blame him.

"Get ya back later," he mumbles, and then groans when you dig your thumb into the right spot.

"Sure you will, muscles."

"Will," he insists.

This time all you give him is a hum of agreement, but it seems to spur him on. He turns in front of you and your hands fall to your thighs, and when he faces you ... shit, it's a fucking sight. Eyes heavy, lips pouty, skin for fucking miles ...

"Get you back right now," he says, and you see the glint of something even through the tiredness of his eyes.

"Don't hafta," you say. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair; it's getting long again. You love it.

His sleepy face fades quickly and is replaced by a sly smile and a lick of his lips. "Wanna."

You bite your lip and quirk both eyebrows. "Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah."

"Now?"

"And here," he says, reaching for the waistband of your sweats.

You should say no, should remind him that there's every chance of anyone walking in because this is the goddamn Gallagher house. You should insist he follow you up to the bedroom where you can make a whole fucking thing out of it.

Instead, you lift your hips and let your half-hard dick pop out for Ian to do whatever the fuck he wants with.

You watch him. Watch the top of his head as he places tiny kisses and little nibbles over your thighs, and watch his large hands as they stroke up to your hips and disappear beneath your ass, effectively lifting you off the couch and closer to his mouth.

"Shit, Ian." Because that's all it takes for him to get you fully hard.

He hums again, and you can picture the wicked grin, the mischief in his eyes, as he licks a long strip from your balls to your tip and then pulls back. Looks up at you. Yeah, fucking wicked mischief.

"Want you to do something'," he mutters.

"Fuck, anything."

He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, eyes still on yours, and then says those fucking words.

"Fuck my mouth, Mick."

You groan and throw your head against the back of the couch. And it's not like he never lets you do it, but there's something about it that you fucking love. You're a bottom through and through - with the occasional exceptions you and Ian have agreed upon, whatever - so getting the chance to fuck Ian without having to fuck Ian ...

It's fucking magic.

"C'mon," he says, gripping your ass tighter, pulling you closer to him, dipping his fingers between your crack, and you groan. "Want it."

Denying Ian anything is impossible. Has been since the night you came out to a room full of drunks, including Terry. So if it's impossible, why bother trying.

You thread your fingers back into his hair and pull. His mouth drops open, lips plump and wet. Shit ... always so fucking beautiful.

"Want it, huh?"

"Please," he whispers, and you're fucking done.

You grab your own cock and drag it across his lips, mesmerised at the trail of precome you leave behind, warmth coiling in your stomach at the soft moan Ian lets out. His lips purse around the head of your dick, suck just that tiny bit, and that's all it takes for your patience to wear out, for you to do exactly what he begged of you.

You slide into his mouth, immediately going all the way in because that's how Ian likes it and that's how you like it, and fuck, the feel of his throat closing around you, the slight gag he makes, is so fucking hot. But you pull back, give him a minute, bite your lip when he looks up at you with already-wet eyes.

And a part of you wants to say it's the years you've been together that has you knowing each other so well, knowing with just a look what the other wants. And it is that, but it's more, too. You knew exactly what Ian wanted from you the first time you blew him, and knew exactly what he was going to do to you the first time he blew you.

It's fucking cosmic.

So you do what he wants. You bury yourself between his warm, wet lips, and you do what you know he wants.

You fuck his mouth.

#gallavich #gallavich fic #ian and mickey #my writing #smut prompts #thanks anon!! #i only have one left in my inbox so feel free to send more @everyone #anon

[shootingstarpilot]

☔️☔️

For the WIP ask game 😊

ask game

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

god bless you, anon <3

so. the first one i have in mind is a time-travel au- an as of yet undetermined amount of time after order 66 goes through, the clones wake up back on kamino- just in time to see obi-wan turning away from the overlooking window.

obviously, mass chaos ensues. cody manages to wrangle most of ghost together, and they immediately go hunting for their jedi. all the way there, they're trying to figure what to say- he won't know them, he has no reason to trust him, and they'd shot him down- they can't not go looking for him, but what are they supposed to say-?

except then it all becomes a moot point, because they round the corner and hear the distinctive hiss-snap of a lightsaber, and obi-wan's voice, cold as ice-

"you are going to tell me everything you know about the chips, prime minister, and you are going to tell me now."

yeah. he got sent back too.

cody and co burst in, obi-wan whips around to face them, and for a moment he looks absolutely shattered before he wipes his expression clean and says, "co- commander. i can explain-"

and cody's voice cracks when he says, "obi-wan-"

and that's when obi-wan realizes.

anyway. of course there are hugs. and maybe smooches.

but i have a secret motivation for this. yes, i am fucking around with my own ocs' timelines here. but i don't care, because i have an Image in my head and it will not go away:

when everything goes down, helix takes half a second to reorient himself and immediately establishes his priorities. he can hear cody shouting, makes a note of it, but there's something higher on his list-

well. two somethings.

he goes for stitch first.

he finds him in the barracks. they're mostly empty, by now, but helix knows stitch and knows his instinct to retreat into small spaces and knows the way his head fills up with so much noise sometimes that it makes it impossible for him to do anything else, and if anything would be Noisy it would be this-

he screams stitch's name when he hits the cadet barracks- screams again, no response, but something is pushing him onwards, down the endless rows of bunks, and then he sees a tiny lump huddled under a blanket-

and he knows.

the relief nearly throttles him. he hears a tiny little sniffle and sits down on the edge of the bed, puts a hand on what he guesses to be a shoulder, and the lump stops breathing-

the blanket shifts. a head pops up.

my point. my point is. give me helix hugging actual tiny toddler stitch or give me death.

so. they find each other. they're missing their third.

needle's not in the barracks. he's not in the mess. he's not in any of the winding, endless hallways. he's not, when they meet up, with cody and company.

then stitch goes very still.

"what's the date?"

helix tells him. stitch goes white.

"we have to run," he says. "we have to run now."

stitch is right.

helix hits the hallway leading to the decomm rooms just in time to see the doors slide open and a bloody-nosed needle comes staggering out with a blaster held loosely in one hand. helix sees behind him, through the door, on the floor- the unmoving bodies of two longnecks.

needle's cloudy gaze focuses on them.

"it was gonna be me," he croaks. "couldn't let them wipe me."

stitch shrieks needle's name from where he's propped on helix's hip, and helix lunges forward just in time to catch him when his knees buckle.

there's a whole lot of information slotting into place all at once, and helix carefully sets aside the horror of it and holds onto needle (if he's even still? yet? their needle-) and tries to figure out-

then he feels the huff of a ragged laugh against his shoulder, and knows.

"actual baby," needle murmurs. the hug is returned at last- the two of them, clinging to each other, with stitch sandwiched between them- "can't tell me you're not a baby anymore. tiny baby."

stitch hiccups. "needle?"

"my baby," needle says, and helix can hear the smile in his voice.

stitch bursts into tears.

they do, eventually, go find the others. there are more hugs, unneeded apologies, even more hugs-

and, soon enough, plans.

palpatine won't know what hit him.

i don't think i'm organized enough to actually write this- to stick with the canon timeline, i mean- but the playground is fun as FUCK.

(anakin gets arrested as soon as he returns from tatooine, too. fuck him.)

#ask game #tagging as #shoulder the sky #because it does involve my sts medics #i will eventually reblog this with a second one #i just wanted to get this out into the world first <3 #thanks anon!!

[reigningmax]

Max arriving to Switzerland for his holiday 12/29

#max verstappen #my post #LOOK AT HIM #SOFT AND PRETTY AND PERFECT #thanks anon!!

[jack-kellys]

JAVEY

(that is all)

follower goal achieved! send sketch requests :)

woah davey’s fly as fuck only a week after the strike

#THANKS ANON!! #newsies #newsies fanart #javey #javid #david jacobs #jack kelly #davey jacobs #newsies art #fizz answers #fizz draws #fizz freaks #i rly like this davey

[silvercap]

For the song prompt thing, 13 and chreon or nivanfield? Loving these ❤️

Absolutely! Sorry it took me a minute! <3

The light of the bar's neon sign paints Leon's face in mottled shades of vibrant blue and moody purple, his hair gleaming as he leans his head against the brick wall with a sigh; night air rustling the fine hairs on Chris's arms as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"Do you ever just want to leave it all?" Leon asks without warning, breaths fogging in the cool midnight air. They've been bar-hopping, wandering from street to street in aimless search of a good atmosphere, each a few drinks in at least. Chris glances at him, dipping his head momentarily to blow out the smoke from his lungs.

"Where's this coming from?" He laughs lightly, the mirth dying in his throat when Leon tilts his head to the side to fix him with an unreadable look. "You mean the BSAA?"

"All of it. Everything. The BSAA; the city. Me." His eyes glitter. "Do you?"

"I dunno. I guess so. Why?"

"Just thinking." Leon sighs, tucking his chin into the popped collar of his leather jacket. The heavy fabric follows the curve of his slender waist, long legs stretched out in front of him as he leans against the wall. He looks like an eighties bad-boy, all mopey looks and messy hair, and Chris feels a sudden wave of affection.

"Maybe we should."

"What?"

"Leave. I've got a free weekend." Chris shrugs, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. "It could be fun."

"Hmm." Leon's eyes narrow, something hungry in his gaze that makes Chris shiver. "What did you have in mind?"

#realizing all my music is either. thinly veiled metaphors for sex. dad rock. angsty as all hell. and all three at once?? #sickening will-they won't-they dynamics #chreon #thanks anon!! #<33 #still willing to take these if anyone's interested #ask game #my fics

[starry-nights12]

Despair

One Word Prompt (Jinx's Diary Entry)

CW:Brief mention of torture

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My Ekko is an actor.

He loves to perform every day.

He pretends that he's fine to his community and presents them with a dazzling smile.

Everyone sat in box seats while I had front-row seats to everything he was going through.

They begrudgingly agreed to let me stay before I came here. That's how good of a leader he is.

Get their hated enemy to stay in their sanctuary all because he was in love with me to give me a second chance.

He didn't tell them that. I figured that was his other reason for having me after we started dating.

I didn't come here for their forgiveness nor expect them to even if I did care.

The crazy, sadistic, psycho they resented was the one to comfort him during his time of need.

When he was on the brink of despair I was the one that had to pull him out before he drowned in it.

Their cheerful leader told me about  violent ways he wanted to kill the chembarons and the enforcers.

I told him about Singed gleefuly operated on me when I woke up in the middle of the surgery. He wanted to join me in finding him and torturing him.

I know it's because he loves me. I also know he wants revenge on the man for creating the drug that ravaged our town.

Even though he loved his people and the secret community he created-he sometimes felt lonely. He missed all of us and wished they were here.

All these people do is take and take AND TAKE.

Never ONCE stopping to think that their beloved, respected leader needed help like they do.

The only worthwhile person here is Scar. We hated each other but eventually, he became our mutual friend.

I hate Heimerdinger the most. I'll never understand him letting a Piltie here.

Ekko has too much of a big heart. It's what I admired about him but also found frustrating.

I tucked him in and kissed his forehead. He's sleeping next to me right now.

Sometimes we both have restless nights. Our nightmares terrorize us and the only safe place was to stay awake.

He hadn't tossed and turned, his face didn't scrunch up, and he wasn't crying yet. I hope he sleeps peacefully throughout the night.

He just finished crying over Benzo and wanted me to comfort him. He hates Silco but lets me cry to him about it.

Uncle Benzo was his father and we both loved him. If I never grabbed those crystals I would have never met Silco.

We still would have had our Dads.

He doesn't blame me because we didn't know the fallout would happen.

He blames himself for even telling Vi. He feels like he ruined everything in our lives.

My poor, sweet angel.

It is my fault.

I'm sorry, Ekko.

I ruin everything I touch yet haven't managed to keep you so far.

That's what angels do. They're able to perform miracles.

He's my world.

He's the air that I breath

He's my everything.

If Ekko gets killed because of me then I might as well die too.

I'll only seal your death if I say it aloud but I love you.

I love you SO much that despite Silco scolding me, I let myself become weak around you.

You ARE my weakness.

He hates you for it.

You're my baby.

I love you unconditionally and want to take care of you. You're precious to me and I savour the time we spend together.

I love you, Little Man.♡

I love you.♡

I love you.♡

I love you.♡

I'll always be your girl just like you promised.♡

I'm yours just as much as you are mine.♡

Forever and always.♡

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko arcane #jinx arcane #arcane #my post #my writing #ask #anon #writing requests #THANKS ANON!!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Can I request headcanons for the first year having a s/o shorter than him?

Please✧⁠*⁠。

I'm 5'3 lol O⁠_⁠o

He would love to hold you against the wall and tower over you, akin to that infamous photo of two lesbians. (you know the one, right?)

Would lean down to kiss you, but also would enjoy if you got on a step stool to kiss him. He thinks it's cute

Absolutely a PDA man

Would love to lift you up via Lion King lol

You pulling his tie to make him get down on your level

You and him dancing <3

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #this is all I have for now #but I will try and think of more #thanks anon!! #Mistress' headcanons

[tunastime]

🐝 you are real, i am not

title: you are real, I am not

summary: Scar lets himself be alone on the mountain. He tells himself it's better this way. It's better to throw threats down the side of it, to risk broken bones getting down, to brave twisted ankles. It's better to watch Joel scamper off and yell and laugh at the top of his lungs. The loneliness is better. But there are things in his perifere that he can't explain. Things he pretends aren't there, even as he doesn't sleep, even as he begs for someone else to find him.

And someone does. That flicker of a person inside his mind.

(fake fic ask game)

#ll scar my bbg for real for real #i love him so so soo much <33 #this reminds me of a fic i wrote before that i never shared with anyone. it wasn't for hermitcraft though sjkdfhkjsdf #thanks anon!! #text #fics #ask meme