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[cringemesstickles]

Hey!! Idk if ive sent an ask b4, so if i have plz disregard this one, but could i get some ler!sam hcs? Lee!sam is so cute, but ler!sam flusters me sm 😵‍💫😵‍💫

YOU HAVE POOKIE IM SO SORRY OML

I’ve literally been working on that one forever but I was holding it off cuz I was working on some TFW hcs anyway. But because I completely procrastinated, I’ll hit you with some bonus hcs 🤭

Sam Winchester (Ler hcs)

(I had to scroll through so many angsty gifs before finally settling on this one… weird side plot, but I want my suffering known.)

He’s a big sweetheart… but we all know that

He gives the best aftercare, ong. Always makes sure he didn’t go too far or overwhelm the lee

Will rub tickle spots to soothe phantom tickles 🥺

100% uses his size to his advantage. It’s so easy for him to just grab the lee and completely annihilate them 😭🤚

Tickling style def depends on who he’s tickling and why.

If it’s to cheer someone up, he leans toward being sweet and gentle, but if someone is being a brat, he’s completely merciless. 💀

Since his hands are so damn big, he can cover more ground at once. It also means he gives really tickly squeezes 🤭

(perfect for when he’s getting revenge on Dean and needs to go after his hips)

One day when Sam’s temper was particularly short, Dean made the mistake of snatching a book out of his hands and making him lose his page. Sam absolutely went to town.

I’ve got more hcs coming soon cuz like I said, I’ve been working on some TFW ones 🤭

Again, sorry I procrastinated, Pookie 😭😭😭

[mammalidentifier]

Well, that’s length-wise rather than height-wise, but yes! That would be the giant river otter (Pteronura brasiliensis), fellow countrymen of mine!

In fact, saying they’re 170 cm (5’7”) from head to tail is lowballing it a little. Some individuals as long as 180 cm (5’11”) have been recorded! Which is longer than I am tall 😔

You might have noticed that giant otters have a bit of a big cat-like look about themselves. That’s the origin of their name in Brazilian Portuguese, ariranha, which is a term from the Tupi-Guarani language and means “river jaguar”. And, just like ground jaguars, giant otters are apex predators as well: they mainly eat fish, but will hunt anything from snakes, turtles and even small caimans if given the opportunity!

Besides their size, giant otters have other traits that set them apart from their smaller cousins. For one, unlike most mustelids, they’re social animals who live in familial groups of up to twenty individuals, which whom they communicate constantly through a variety of different noises. Also, unlike other species of otter, whose tails are thick at the base and pointy at the end, giant otters’ tails also start out with a thick base, but they end up flat, which helps propel them through the water. The interesting thing about it, however, it’s that it’s not flat in an horizontal way, like the tails of other semiaquatic mammals such as beavers and platypuses. It’s flat vertically, not unlike the tail of a newt!

Source of the 2nd image: @resgateariranha on Instagram

[rooniearts]

Imagine: Silver loss his hearing not just cause of loud noises.

But because of his crying as a baby? Those sounds can get loud…

Alternative: Racing with Sonic at his young age. The sound of the wind messed with his ears.

HMMMMMMMMM🤔🧐😔

as funny as Sonic having accidentally messed up Silver's hearing with a sound barrier breaking piggyback ride, i personally am very partial to this explaination for how he gets hearing loss in dadow;

[iamthemess]

mystery mis adventure for the ask game 👀

This is the title I gave for a spur of the moment idea in which I posted this poll.

As of right now it is at the bottom of my list and it teetering on the edge of falling into the wip void.

Short summary: For unknown reasons Dazai is turned into a small child and now some characters (still undecided) have to take care of him as he grows up to his normal age over the course of a week. They get to deal with Dazai as a small toddler, a pre-teen, a teenager and back to an adult and all the fun emotions that go with it as Dazai also goes through all the appropriate emotions for each stage of his life as he also regains his memories.

A fun idea but I'm not sure how well I can get my head together around how everything will play out and of course the beginning and end scenes.

[nuzipilled]

full company doodles i gave up on

[zestyliljesty]

“I know you’re still my husband because you’re still dumb as fuck,” -Penelope, probably

[kmpostal]

cd tower

[morganbritton132]

Eddie: *preventing Steve from having an allergic reaction when Joyce unknowingly services him food he’s allergic too at a party*

Also Eddie: *causing Steve to have an allergic reaction anyways by sneaking off and making out with him after eating*

Robin: *not fooled by his bullshit explanation of what caused this hospital trip*

[prlssprfctn]

Not to bring Jason into everything (I can't help it I love him), but the thought of Batman and Ghostmaker acting like bitter divorcees arguing over the custody of their anti-hero crime lord son is so funny to me. Like plot twist the main reason Bruce is upset about the killing is actually that his baby boy is taking after his asshole ex-husband and not HIM. It's not FAIR.

first of all, in my humble blog, we bring Jason in everything, so don't you worry. that's a rule. /hj

second of all... you know what? YEAH.

Bruce, who was always taking pride in the fact that Jason is *his* carbon copy, starting to notice certain parallels between Red Hood and Ghost-Maker. and suddenly, it is not about no-kill rule any more.

like, God, he loves Khoa, but Jason is his baby, alright?

and Khoa? well, at first, Khoa can't care less about the whole kids & family stuff. he doesn't like kids. Bruce's kids are even more so. he is here *solely* for his dear princess. but the moment he starts noticing that this pisses Bruce off? he is suddenly very interested in Jason Todd!

Jason doesn't have a specific opinion on Khoa, to be honest, but he also notices what is going on between these two and agrees to play along with the whole thing.

Jason: You know, this is *so* refreshing to finally have someone so relatable.

Khoa: Agreed.

Khoa, smirking: It is almost like you are a SON to me.

Jason, grinning: Right? I could almost imagine you being my DAD.

Bruce, who is eavesdropping on their conversation: I am this close to hiring Talia to kill Joker so Jason could come home to his REAL dad.

Tim by his side, concerned: Oh. It is THIS serious.

[cringemesstickles]

Hiya, same anon! How're you doing? I'LL GIVE YOU BOTH!

Headcanon: You've seen Cas, he's pretty unflappable. Lmao- if Gabriel threatens to tickle him, he's GONE in an instant. The little brother in him comes out and he's trying not to giggle as he says stuff like, 'Gabriel, this is childish,' as if bro is beneath being wrecked shitless XD. Sam and Dean are cackling about the angel losing his composure over TICKLES.

Can I please request this as a fic? There's been a lack of ler! Gabriel lately and c'mon, bro is literally a trickster, its in his blood XD. Have a lovely day!

RAHHHH LATE REPLY BUT YES!!!!

LER!GABRIEL FUELS MY SOUL 😭😭

He’d be the teasiest POS too. I love the idea of Dean and Gabe casually discussing how ticklish their little brothers are right in front of them just to embarrass them. Like, Cas and Sam just standing there like “omg stfu”

Now let’s just say you twisting my arm into adding on a bonus fic because Sabriel had been on my mind lately and you commenting on the lack of ler!gabriel content gives me the perfect excuse to write abt them hfhfhdhdh

Btw, you may or may not have seen this comic, but it’s EXACTLY what you described and if you haven’t seen it, YOU HAVE TO!!! It’s absolutely precious 🥹

[crabboytahomaru]

shopping date

[rooniearts]

Does Silvers and Espios kids also have their abilities? PK and/or Invisibility?

They sure do! Let's start with Psi;

Psi inherits psychic powers from Silver, but they don't work the same. His powers are exclusively telepathic as opposed to Silver's telekinesis. He can project thoughts and illusions to any target of choice, as well as read minds. He and Alloy use the mind read/transfer thought trick ALL the time to chat and goof off without anyone knowing :'D It's the only time he's ever a real chatterbox

He's very unstable, though. When not held in check, he can't focus his powers at all or control how much of it he uses. If he doesn't wear the braces, he can just hear everyone's thoughts simultaneously, and he gets super overwhelmed very very quickly. The more stressed he is, the more power he unleashes, and the more power he unleashes, the louder everything gets. When he's in top overload like that, he emanates an aura of psychic noise around himself that interferes with the senses of anyone who gets close to him.

I think that about covers it for him, so lets move on to Alloy;

Where Psi inherited Silver's powers, Alloy inherited all of Espio's chameleon abilities! She can climb on walls and ceilings, she can use her tail to grapple and cling to things, and she has a chameleon tongue that she can use to steal shit out of her brother's hands <3

The only thing that doesn't directly transfer is the invisibility. She can colour shift, but she can't control when she does it. Usually, it only happens if she's either frightened and feels the instinctual need to hide, or if she's very angry where it works as a form of threat display.

I think that's all there is?? I hope this made sense! :'D

[abyssyby]

Random thought, but what's the least favorite foods for Lucian and Kyros. Cuz mine was kiwis and figs.

And I'm pretty all of us had that phase where we hated a food enough to fling it across the room 😂 i'm so curious what the little twins would do if they were served something they didn't like eat but mama and papa made them eat it (parents: but its good for you!! Little twins: 🤢)

hehe i love this question! the twins are very polite and persuadable on normal circumstances, but they do have those foods that they just cannot stand ><

lucian inhales almost anything. the schmeeties (sweeties), the healthies, the snacks, the leftovers off kyros's plate, anything you're eating, anything papa is eating— he kinda wanders over to you and opens his mouth Ö just waiting for you to break off a piece and let him taste. most of the time, he really does enjoy the snacks you give him and he just doesn't leave you alone with the expectant Ö (like kirby huhu). but one thing makes him clamp his little mouth shut, bear down and ignore you when you try to feed it to him— tomatoes.

you tried once, when he was younger. his face scrunched up into a displeased grimace, his tongue trying his hardest to understand the tang, the popping sensation, the gooey aftermath but with remnants of skin?— none of it makes sense. he spits it out little by little like he'd been confused about how it ended up in his mouth in the first place.

you give him a pass when he's younger, but when he's a little older, you'd hoped his tastebuds have changed just that little bit. you slip it into a meal.

"ew..." he does that thing again, the little spits of confusion into a paper towel. "no like dis one." "it's good for you, cian." sylus urges, showing him he's eating the red abomination of a fruit too. and so lucian hands him his soiled paper towel. "here you go, papa. s'good for you."

kyros is a picky little angel. he likes the soft foods, mashy tatoes (mashed potatoes), squash soups, applesauce (but apple juice on top forever), mac and cheese. something he doesn't really appreciate eating are the harder to chew foods, the ones that take just that little bit more to masticate that at the end it is just tasteless mulch in his mouth— the hard bread papa likes with his cheese and wine hmph.

he'd try it overseas, on a little vacation where you and sylus took them along to enjoy the sun and some beaches. on a particular evening in one of Sylus's many properties you've been staying at he wanders over you and papa having a late nightcap. just wine, cheese and bread over stories and some quality time once the boys had fallen asleep.

but kyros is up and he's hungry. so he goes out onto the balcony where he hears your voice, climbs sylus's lap and idles on his chest, waiting for his turn to be spoken to (sylus was in the middle of telling you a story). mid-wait, his stomach grumbles. sylus mindlessly breaks off a piece of his baguette and places it in kyros's hands.

sylus takes a little while to finish his story, but by then your attention is already on your son, gnawing angrily at the snack he'd been handed ages ago.

"can't do it!" he cries, chewing helplessly. clutching not even half of what was given to him. it might still be his first bite. "papa, help! help!" sylus's apologies were sanded with chuckles as he allows kyros to spit out the mulch in a napkin on his hand. he massages his jaw silently as you resume your conversation. in the end, kyros settles for the soft cheese and popping grapes.

the next time he's offered any kind of hard looking bread, he's already rubbing his cheeks and shaking his head... good thing lucian's good with leftovers.

[ruinix]

Quinn, eating your pussy at his own pace, for hours.

Hello, lovely. I didn't expect to receive another ask for another drabble. I am not ready (actually panicked when i received this). Anyways, I may have gotten overboard with the details before what you requested. Once more asking you to put the bar down🧎🏻‍♀️because.... i'm crying 😭😭😭

Treat

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Lots of kisses, Oral (fem receiving...as requested), Q just wanna eat you up--🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

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You’re a treat. A fucking delicious one. Every time Quinn looks at you, his mouth instantly waters.

He always makes sure that you’re not doing anything that could be dangerous like chopping vegetables, cooking, or hopping over the counters to reach the highest cabinets. He will never endanger you. Though, work calls, phone calls with your friends or family, watching TV, watering plants, on your way out for errands, walking around the house because of boredom…those things aren’t dangerous. Important, sure but those can wait, right? You just look so delectable. Like a treat that’s just for him.

Quinn is sane enough to be wary, yet he could barely control himself when he pulls you for a kiss, pushing you against the nearest surface—the wall adjacent to your home office. He must kiss you and taste you mixed with your flavored lip balms. It's vanilla. Fuck. His. Life.

It would always be, “Oh, Quinn. I need to answer this call.” “Quinn. Sweetheart, I’m busy.” “Quinn, I need to go out.” “Quinn, we need to finish doing the laundry.” “Quinn, I need to do the dishes.”

Right now, it's, "I'm waiting for a call, Quinn."

Bla-fucking-bla. Everything can wait.

Quinn needs you. He’s always so fucking busy with hockey—practice, media, the games. He wants to be with you and taste you whenever chance he gets. And it’s now, now, and always now. It doesn't matter if he has an optional skate that he must prepare for. It doesn't fucking matter.

So, he kisses you deeper, holding your cheeks after he turns off your phone, relishing on your taste, making sure to deepen the kiss so both of you forget when one starts and one ends.

Do you know he could still taste the gum you chewed on an hour ago? Do you know he could still taste the caramel lollipop you were sucking on just now? God, he wants to taste everything mixed with you. You’re his favorite flavor. He wants something more. By the way you’re panting and grinding against his thigh, you want it too.

He’s getting drunk on your tongue, your taste, your touch that he could barely lead you to your bed. When you two part, a string of saliva connects you. Your eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown. Your lips are red and swollen. Your hair is fanned out beneath you like a halo. He nearly shudders when your hands find his cheeks.

“Can I?” he asks, while your thumb traces along his lower lip.

“Yes,” you would reply without hesitation, already knowing what he’s craving.

That’s all he needs. He’s kissing you again. Your lips. Your chin. Your cheek. Your jaw. Your earlobe. Your neck, taking his time to suck the fading kiss marks. Your collarbones. He almost tears your shirt open—too many buttons, fuck he just wants to touch you—but he knows better. For every inch of skin he exposes, he kisses and licks.

So divine. You smell like him. Fuck, you used his body wash again.

This is unfair. He feels like he’s losing and falling into your trap. Quinn wants that though. He wants to be trapped with you and nothing else. He wants it so fucking badly.

He could feel your silent chuckle, could feel the scrape of your nails on his scalp. You’re laughing at him, so he pulled down your bra. His lips find your nipple. He sucks, turning your laughter into tiny gasps. That’s it. He can’t have you laugh at him. Not right now.

He takes his time teasing your pretty nipples, licking and sucking your breasts’ undersides from time to time. Relishing his smell on you. His sweet treat. You make him so fucking hard. He knows he’s leaking—pre-cum staining his gray sweatpants—for you. All for you.

Your whines and pleas only make him want to tease you more. Your hips keep pushing up, thighs squeezing around his torso. Your hands that were busy tugging at his hair are now pushing down on his shoulder. You need more. Quinn knows that, but the taste of sweat on your skin is making him hold onto you tighter, making him lick every bead of your skin. Just a few more taste of your skin.

You’re trembling now. The first time you tremble when he touched you, he panicked. But now, he understands your body like the back of his hand. It’s your anticipation, isn’t it? You want all his marks. You want him. You need him. He understands that. Oh, so well, because he feels the same.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his eyes flicking to yours.

Your cheeks are flushed as you bite your lips. Your eyes shine with tears. Your eyebrows drawn together. Sweat drips down from your temple. “I love you,” you whisper.

Quinn swore his heart skips a beat. His stomach flips. Hearing those three words always makes him fall for you harder.

He almost drops this, like he could just appease his craving by kissing you. He could be satisfied with that. However, the moment his fingers slip over your panties, feeling how soaked you are, he can’t just stop. He yearns for your pussy. So, he continues. He goes down and down and down, hands expertly removing your skirt—which looked heavenly on you, by the way.

Now you’re just left with nothing. Totally bare. You look so majestic. All spread out for him. He sees your quivering hole, your arousal oozes, almost dripping.  What a sight. A delicious sight.

Quinn just dives for it, tongue licking from entrance to clit, making you mewl. He can’t stop the moan that escapes him. You taste so divine. His favorite aphrodisiac. His elixir.

Lick after lick, he revels in your taste. Your arousal coats every swipe of his tongue. It’s making his head spin, his cock aching. Yet he’s only tasting. Just tasting. Nothing more. Nothing yet. He has time. He has to savor this.

Fuck, he’s so hard. So fucking hard that when he dipped his tongue in your quivering hole, he almost comes as your wall tightens. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He could feel it through his cock. It’s always like this. It’s like you’re fucking him when he only has his tongue in you.

Your taste. Your smell. Your wetness. Quinn needs all of it.

He grips the back of your thighs, making you rest them over his shoulders, as he feasts on your pussy, hips rutting into the bed. Everything feels so good for him. The feel of your thighs squeezing his head, threatening to asphyxiate him on nothing but your pussy. That's one way to die, isn't it? Quinn doesn't have any complaints. As long as he's tasting you. As long as your pussy clenches around his tongue. He could just die like that.

When his nose grazes your clit, he feels your pussy throb, squeezing so tightly. Yes. Fuck yes. You’re cumming around his tongue, your thighs quivering, your hands ruthlessly tugging on his hair, your hips grinding on his face. Quinn firmly held you, slurping and sucking your cum. Tastes so fucking good. He holds your hips down. He doubles his efforts, devouring everything you have given him.

“Quinn,” you pant, trying to push him off. “'m sensitive.”

He knows. He fucking knows. He shamelessly doesn’t care. More. He needs more. You can give him more.

Your curses for him to slow down stutters when he sucks around your clit, his fingers replacing his tongue. He could feel your surrender as you grind against him, back arching when he hooks his fingers to your sweet spot. Your whines get louder. So much louder because you’re coming again and Quinn is already there, tongue deep inside your pussy, taking everything. So exquisite.

He takes and takes until you come down from your high, panting and quivering, but Quinn still wants more. He fucking needs it. He wants your taste to last until the next day. He wants to feel you come again and again around his tongue. It’s not fucking enough.

“Quinn,” you say in a broken plea.

“One more, baby,” is all he says. “One more.”

You answer with a whimper, head nodding.

You both know he’s a liar.

It’s never ‘one more’. Never even when he gets you to come twice more. Even when he comes in his pants—cum making the gray dark which only makes him more feral. Even when you get overstimulated as well as his dribbling cock. Even when his phone rings for that fucking optional skate. Even when you two are dripping with sweat. Even when exhaustion takes hold of you.

He would just slow down, but never part from you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive. It fucking is.

Quinn would eat you out for hours. He could do it for days, but you would always slap him off you after two hours. But today, he’ll go for three.

[feyarcher]

Okay Canadians, it's our turn to vote and we've got to try not to mess it up like certain other countries.

Election day is THIS MONDAY (APRIL 28TH).

If you are a Canadian citizen and at least 18, you can vote.

If you didn't advance vote / mail vote, then you must go on Monday. Check out [elections dot ca], all you need is your postal code and it will tell you where your voting station is and the hours. Lines were long in some places on day 1 of advance voting, but that's extremely rare. You should be in and out in 15 minutes tops normally.

You do not need to check registration or anything. You are probably registered if you have filed taxes and checked the box for election registration, but even if you have moved since then, it is fine. If you are not on their physical list already on Monday, they will add you in like 1 minute with your ID. It's easy. Trust me, for some reason I am perpetually not registered despite always checking the tax form box, so I go through it every election. It takes 60 seconds and they don't judge you.

You need to bring: your government photo ID OR 2 pieces of pseudo ID like a utility bill and your student ID where at least one has your address. If you have none of the above, but you have a friend who lives in the same polling station area, you can literally bring them and they are allowed to vouch for you and you just sign a declaration page that you are not doing voter fraud.

Have to work? You are legally required to have 3 consecutive hours to vote. If your shift somehow doesn't have 3 consecutive hours off during the time your polling station is open, your job must give you the extra time off with pay to make it 3 consecutive hours. It's on the elections canada page under the FAQ if you don't believe me.

Also I'm not saying your hockey team will lose in the playoffs if you don't vote, but I'm not not saying that either.

Summary:

-Check where to vote with postal code at elections dot ca

-Bring ID

-Global slide into facism? Bad. Voting? Good!

IT'S THIS MONDAY!!! DON'T FORGET!

[allimili]

Mr.Eyes and Mr.Vanilla chibis deserve a BIG kiss on the face - I can imagine us holding them while they’re like the size of plushies, and we’re giving them smooches 😘

what if we go smaller...