#COULD YALL IMAGINE

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

I remember you mentioning at one point that the girls see Lucy as a grandma (to which yes, Lucy is a queen), and this was because Chrysta showed up at the Emerson house about to have baby Tiff. And now that's just got me thinking about an AU, since I headcanon that once they were able to, Michael and Star would have moved away to try and get as far as possible from Santa Carla after everything that happen- where the little family unites is over to spend time with Lucy when Cheeri shows up. Of course, Star immediately wants to help and jumps into action in comforting words whatever Lucy asks of her. Michael is a bit more awkward, but boy is doing his best. And should the boys come over, instead of anyone else they were expecting to open the door for them, they are met with sassy but adorable baby Estelle who tells them that they should be "better hubbies" and that she'd "beat them up for being mean to the nice lady." Michael comes to intervene with a more shy Juniper, and Estelle looks up at David with little innocent baby blues eyes and points at him like "you're the pretty vampire that my daddy liked." Cue Michael wanting to die on the spot lmao. Sidenote: The kiddos are half vamps, since I like the idea that Michael (and Star maybe?) didn't quite lose their supernatural abilities once Max was defeated. So yes, Estelle could possibly beat up the boys with her tiny fists lol.

IM SO IN LOVE HOW YOU AND I STILL KEEP MIKEY AND DAVIDS LITTLE CRUSH/RELATIONSHIP IN OUR AUS LIKE-

Thats basically how it actually played out when Chrysta had turned up on the Emerson doorstep about to have a baby. Michael just carried her into one of the guest bedrooms and left most of the work to Lucy and or Star.

He was not expecting around twenty minutes later a horrified and very guilty feeling Paul nearly tackling him off the stairs and clamoring toward the bedroom where his wife was about to have his kid.

I do enjoy the concept of this tiny toddler staring at three of four of these vampires in the living room while chaos ensues upstairs just like: 👁👁 "My dad likes your butt and fancy hair."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

perfect wife

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, established relationship, marriage, housewife stuff? cooking and cleaning

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it’s not that you enjoy cleaning all the time, but you get in certain moods, when your energy level is high and you got enough sleep the night before, that you absolutely love to clean, especially satisfying deep cleans.

today happens to be one of those days, and ever since you woke up, smiling at the note that rafe left you on his pillow, wishing you a good morning and saying he regretted not being there with you upon waking up, but also couldn’t bear rousing you from your sleep when he had to leave for work. it makes your heart flutter to see it signed not by his name but rather ‘from, your husband.’

you’ve been married to rafe for two whole months now, and it feels like a fairytale, somehow even better than being his girlfriend. you feel like a truly good wife as you already scrubbed all the bathrooms spotless before 10 am, and are now working on the common areas before hopefully cleaning the bedroom before rafe gets home from work.

you hum along to the music you have playing throughout the house wide sound system as you wipe down dusty surfaces, taking care to clean all the little crevices that normally get missed. 

time flies and before you realize, your stomach starts to grumble as noon rolls by. you take a pause from your work, having just finished the living room, and move into the kitchen, deciding to make yourself some food before getting to cleaning.

you love to bake, but cooking is not your favorite thing, so you make yourself something simple before you get a spark of creativity, making a stew to simmer so it would be ready by the time rafe got home around dinner. you finish your meal, having disregarded it halfway through to make the stew. 

you clean the kitchen while stirring occasionally before it gets to the point that you can lower the temperature and walk away, now off to clean the bedroom. you grab rafes hamper, filled with clean clothes that he didn’t have time to put away last night, too busy kissing and cuddling with you in bed.

you dump them onto the freshly washed bedsheets, taking the time and care to crisply fold everything or hang up what went on hangers. you even spend some time organizing rafes closet. he kept it pretty clean already, but you wanted to make everything perfect.

you run downstairs to check your stew before continuing onto your closet, it being a much bigger mess than rafes. you have a terrible habit of trying on clothes, deciding its not want you want to wear for the day, and tossing it onto the floor instead of putting it properly away.

“baby!” you hear rafe shout just as you finish up. you quickly flatten your hands over the comforter on the bed, smoothing out any creases to make the room truly flawless before you rush down the stairs, greeting your husband with a kiss as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“something smells good.” rafe says, taking a sniff of the entryway, the smell of the stew having radiated throughout the whole house.

“i made you food.” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, keeping your body close to his having missed him all day. “it should be ready in about 30 minutes, just enough time for you to shower.” you know rafes routine well enough, he liked to shower right when he got home from work, to wash the day away.

“you’re the most perfect wife ever.” rafe bends his head to press kisses to your neck, making you giggle when he focuses on your ticklish spot.

“go shower!” you shoo him away, wanting him to have the soup when it is nice and hot.

“love you, honey.” rafe kisses your cheek before heading up the stairs. you echo the words back to him before heading towards the kitchen to check on the stew, but pause when you hear rafe calling your name from your bedroom.

you rush up the stairs, worried that you maybe accidentally threw something out that was important or moved something and he didn’t know where it was.

“what is it rafey?” you question, eyes wide as you see him looking around the room.

“you cleaned all this while i was at work? and put away my laundry?” rafe questions, seeing that even the baseboards have been cleaned of the bit of dust that always collects on them.

you give a shrug. “i like cleaning for you.” “you know you don’t have to do all this baby.” rafe moves to wrap his arms around your waist. “i mean i appreciate it, but don’t feel like you’re required to now that we are married.” “i know.” you smile, cupping his jaw in your hands. “i seriously just wanted to.” “okay.” rafe nods, satisfied with your answer. he knows you get little bursts of cleaning, but doesn’t want you to get the wrong impression about your role, even if you do stay home while he is at work.

“go shower.” you press a kiss to rafes lips before leaving him in the bedroom, smirking to yourself knowing that he’s about to see that you cleaned the bathroom as well.

you return to the stovetop, stirring everything together before preparing the final touches, even setting out the perfect silverware for the occasion, choosing the dining room for such a meal rather than the island where you and rafe usually eat.

you jump when rafe enters the kitchen. he always moves so quietly through the house that it catches you off guard.

“god, if we weren’t already married i would propose to you all over again right now.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist as you work on ladling the stew into individual bowls, deciding to keep the rest in the pot on the stove for easy splitting up into tupperware later.

“i like making food for you.” you hum. “don’t expect it all the time though, i also love getting take out.”

rafe laughs and nods his head in agreement, you have a habit of ordering food at least two times a week, making it a tradition on fridays to watch an episode of tv while you eat in the living room.

“let me carry them in.” rafe stops you before you can carry the bowls yourself, picking them up and following you into the dining room.

you blow on your spoon to cool the stew as rafe begins to eat, commentating over and over how delicious it is, even going so far as to moan and roll his eyes back into his head, but when you take a bite you can’t help but admit that it’s very good.

“when we finish eating-” rafe says after a few minutes of silence, too engrossed in your meal. “i’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you.” “rafe!” you giggle at the sudden lewdness.

“i’m serious, baby. i need to after you did all this cleaning, put away my laundry and made me food? i need to put a baby in you immediately.” 

“well… hurry up and get back to eating.” you gesture to rafe. you talked about having kids after marriage, but this was the first time since your wedding that rafe brought up actually bringing them into the world.

you both rush through the rest of your meals, leaving the dishes on the table to be taken care of tomorrow as rafe sweeps you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs with ease. he sets you down on the bed, his lips connecting with yours as he works on taking off his pants, throwing them in the general direction of his hamper before pulling away to pull your shirt off over your head.

“i can’t fucking wait to see you all filled up with my kid.” rafe says, massaging your breasts through your bra, unable to keep his hands off of them, even to take off the fabric covering them.

“need that so bad, rafey.” you whimper. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, and it feels like the perfect time to make that dream a reality.

“gotta fuck you now, princess.” rafe says, quickly taking his shirt off, his cock already completely hard as he pulls his underwear down, clearly excited to put a baby into you.

you reach behind your back to take your bra off before sliding your leggings and underwear down in one go, needing rafe just as desperately as he needs you. you move up the bed, resting your head on the pillow as rafe moves to hover over you. 

“i would eat you out or finger you but i need this right now.” rafe says, reaching down to rub at your clit as his tip presses against your entrance.

“i need you right now too.” you tell him, letting out a moan as he pushes in, moving slowly to let you adjust. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, rafes chest heaving with deep breaths, trying to control himself.

“you can move.” you tell rafe after a minute. he doesn’t give even a second for your comment to sit before he is thrusting in and out, making your joint moans echo throughout the room.

rafe presses sloppy kisses against yours, lips vibrating together when you’re both unable to hold back your noises of pleasure. “feels so good.” you whimper, his thumb still rubbing against your clit, never stopping making you feel good.

“i know it does, princess.” rafe says. “you’re doing so good for me. gonna fill you up real good.” “you’re gonna be the best daddy.” you tell rafe, and its true, you know just from the way he treats you, how he straightened out and takes care of you, that he’s going to be an amazing dad.

“fuck-” rafe curses, somehow able to move faster, slamming in and out of you, annihilating your cunt with the ferocity he is thrusting into you at. rafe is grunting with the effort he is giving as you grip his shoulders tightly, sure to leave red marks from your nails come morning.

“gonna go fucking crazy, your pussy is so good.” rafe says, as if he hasn’t already gone crazy with the way he’s fucking into you.

“keep rubbing rafe, i’m close.” you moan, back arching off the bed as his thumb rubs over your clit easily due to your slick.

“cum for me princess.” rafe begs you, needing to feel your cunt squeeze around him. you’d never deny your husband as he rubs you to orgasm, entire body shaking as your high hits you, moaning wildly as rafes cock maintains its blistering pace.

as soon as your clit pulses underneath his finger and your back settles back against the bed, rafe moves, pulling out briefly to reposition you, slotting his hands underneath your knees and pushing your legs up and open, spreading your cunt wide for him before his cock reenters you.

he begins to thrust immediately, keeping up the aggressive, feral pace. you’re so sensitive from your orgasm but you can’t complain when you know he’s working to get his cum inside of you, to fill you up, to grow your family.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns briefly, his words slurred out, his eyes half lidded from the ecstasy of your cunt as he pushes in for a final time, shooting his cum as deep as he can, leaning forward and pressing you into the mattress, not even caring as your thighs burn from the stretch.

rafe grinds himself into you until there is nothing more to release, moving your legs back to a more comfortable position but keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

rafe looks at you with a smile, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. “gotta make sure it takes.”

[kibutsulove]

ihnmaims audience how r we feelin abt this am (+chinese am) design

[jack-owo-valentine]

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Does

Does Barnaby

Does Barnaby tell the others to get off his lawn when he's angry

psh, who do you think he is, an old man? he'd Bark, like any lively young dog

[secondary-colorentimy]

a chaos emerald is a powerful object which holds the key to ultimate power, when in the right hands, they can be used for good, but when in the wrong hands….

now i want you to imagine an “overblot” as a type of super transformation. a super transformation aided by the use of a chaos emerald, an an excessive build up of negative emotions. its easy for those inexperienced with chaos energy to be overcome by its powers..

kids these days just dont know how to respect ancient artifacts 💔

[smallerdelusions]

Excerpt from Observations on the Order Draconia in Europe, with Notes on the Oriental Breeds by Edward Howe

Additional notes and transcript below the cut.

VITRIOLIC SPIT Longwing Breed, Adult The modified salivary glands, known as vitriol or acid glands, within the lower jaw release concentrated aqua regia - a combination of aqua fortis and spirit of salt - into forward facing channels in the spurs. The acid is created through similar means as stomach acid.

Vitriol Spitters cannot direct the flow of acid and must expel from above to prevent damage to themselves or others

FIRE BREATH Kazilik Breed, Adult The modified salivary glands, known also as naptha glands, within the lower jaw contain a liquid accelerant which, when combined with carbureted hydrogen water from the lower throat, are lit by the spark teeth to produce flame. The spark teeth are not true teeth and are instead mineralized protrusions of the skull.

The combination of naptha and gasses allow fire-breathers to direct expulsions in any direction. Excess water is often expelled as steam across the dragon's body.

OH BOY THIS ONE WAS A LONG ONE! I think way too hard about dragon biology, and had a lot of fun trying to write this as an 17th century naturalist.

Translations: (thanks to my spouse for their obscure alchemist knowledge)

Aqua regia: a solution of nitrohydrochloric acid

Aqua fortis: nitric acids

Spirit of salt: hydrocholric acid

Naptha: volatile, highly flammable hydrocarbon liquids of many types. (known today as "mineral spirits" or "lighter fluids")

Carbureted hydrogen water: methane dissolved in water

To expound, I don't think Mr. Howe would have totally figured out fire breath. The universe establishes that 1) dragons can direct their fire, 2) dragons can still breath while flaming and don't need to stop for air, and 3) a byproduct of the process is steam. To square all that, I think the dragon must have some sort of starter in the jaw, here as naptha (though my spouse says it could be nitric acid) that it can ignite at will, then feed with methane produced by food/bacteria and dissolved in water lower in the body. When the methane burns, the water evaporates as steam. The liquid nature of the methane water means the dragon can probably close its throat to avoid being burned.

The acid spitters are easier: I believe they were based on spitting cobras, though the spurs gave me a little trouble. Those have pressurized canals in their fangs and keep extra venom in glands. In both dragons it made sense to have modified salivary glands for this, as the muscle control and chemical production would have a headstart for evolution of the traits.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

[celestie0]

need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au need to write a hospital au

[superbellsubways]

heard tomodachi life music and got sad. i miss her

[starrynightsxo]

people who like aaron warner in the first book - shatter me - are freaks. (I'm a freak)

[pinky-in-blankets]

GUYS.

GUYS I HAD THE BIGGEST BRAIN EVER

LISTEN.

Listen. Okay?

For those who participate- consider your preping for Artfight (or any competition, really.) And your just like getting ready and stuff and then you see it.

Your F/o comes to you and they're just. Standing there. Fidgeting with something in their hands. Avoiding eye contact. Your trying to figure out what is up with them. What's wrong???

Then they just.. Hold out a delicate laced Hankerchief out to you, their face and cheeks turning a soft tinted red as they fumble with their words, explaining how they read that whenever their beloved went off to compete in competitions, It was tradition to give them a trinket of their affection for good luck; A Hankercheif.

YOUR F/O. WENT THROUH THE TROUBLE OF FINDING ONE OF THOSE SO THEY COULD WISH YOU LUCK IN THE COMPETITION. WHO KNOWS HOW OR WHERE THEY GOT IT. THEY GOT IT FOR YOUU.

*screaming*

It doesn't even matter anymore if you win or loose this is going to be kept forever they are never getting this back again.

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Proship/Comship DNI.

[eatingtitanfood]

Eren the type of guy that can't stand seeing couples being all clingy and lovey dovey in public, especially if he has to see it everyday *cough* Hannah and Franz *cough*

However, when he sees you, even you're just running past him, sometimes he can't help imagine you two being cute and lovey dovey together even if it's in public.

But Eren being Eren, he won't admit something that embarrassing.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

soonyoung + 17 ✨

Soonyoung x fem!reader

“I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Word Count: 1197

Contents: mention of a thunderstorm, mutual masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex

Hot

The summer heat was oppressive. Even away from the highrises and winding streets of Hannam-dong, out in Namyangju City to visit Seoonyoung’s family, the August heat was still intense. Easy enough to fend off in his parent’s air-conditioned apartment but much harder when you ventured out for a picnic together. You didn’t last all that long before retreating back home, into the cool air once again.

That, though, didn’t stop you and Soonyoung from heading to the park that evening before making your way back to Seoul. As the sun started to set the heat only let off a little bit but it was enough for a nice walk in the nearly empty park.

Heavy.

The rain that was pouring down on the roof of the car. It came on so quickly during sweltering summer days. Though maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise, if the dark clouds covering the park and lack of other people had been any indication. It seemed everyone else had decided to be indoors.

But like lovesick fools the two of you had settled on a romantic walk in the park before heading home.

That was how you found yourself racing back to the car as the heavens opened above you, catching you in a torrential downpour. With clothes soaked through and hot, wet skin you both clambered back into the car, the rain coming down in such thick sheets you couldn’t even see out the windows.

“What now?” Soonyoung chuckled.

Hot.

Soonyoung’s breath on your ear. He was the one to start this, climbing over the console into the backseat and fixing you with a grin and a beckoning motion with his finger. You’d rolled your eyes but climbed in the backseat with him, giggling as his lips found yours in a warm kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you as close as was comfortable, before running up and down your legs. He didn’t seem to care that either of you were soaked, seemingly lost in kisses.

“What are we, teenagers?” You’d mumbled against his lips. He chuckled into another kiss.

“We can’t exactly drive in this.” He’d pulled back from the kiss. “What else would you have us do?”

“Touche.”

So kisses gave way to making out and heavy petting, hands slipping under shirts and into pants. It had given you pause when Soonyoung moved to pull your shirt over your head, some sense in your brain wondering won’t somebody see?

“The rain is too heavy, babe.” Soonyoung answered your unspoken question. “No one is outside and even if they were, they can’t see us.”

That was all the convincing you needed to lift your arms, letting him rid you over your shirt.

More clothes made their way off after that. His shirt, your bra, his shorts and yours. It was as if it made you too impatient though, taking off clothes. He hadn’t gotten your panties off, instead pressing you to sit back in the seat while he rubbed you though the fabric. You were just as feverish though, a hand in his boxers, jerking him off with quick movements.

His lips left dark bruises blossoming over your neck as he sucked along the sensitive skin. Your sounds filled the car, huffs of breath and quiet moans as he pushed your panties to the side and teased you with one finger. The way you gripped his cock harder had him breaking away from your neck and letting out a groan nearly directly in your ear.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“Why are you taking so long to finger me then?” Despite the breathiness of your tone, there was a clear grin in it.

Soonyoung was quick to sink a finger into your heat.

Heavy

Soonyoung’s touch on your skin, his hold on your hips as he sunk into you, head falling into your neck as he breathed out a moan. You were just as affected, arms around his neck and back pressed into the car seat. You could see the way the windows were fogged up now from your heavy breathing.

Soonyoung stayed still for a moment, and maybe if you asked he would insist it was so you could adjust, but you knew better, you knew how affected he was, how pussy drunk he got, needing you like he needed water. He breathed a shaky breath against your skin, groaned when you clenched around him.

“So good.” He moaned. “I swear you’re intoxicating.”

Your hands found his cheeks, cupping them and bringing his face up to meet yours. You pressed a kiss to his lips, long and lingering and slow. The moment felt caught in time, hung in mid-air, only brought back down to earth as he started to rock his hips into yours, sending a wave of pleasure through both of your bodies.

His hips moved faster bit by bit and eventually his lips fell away from yours again. Moans filled the car as pleasure mounted, each drag of his cock against your walls, wrapped around him, had the heavenly sensation filling you both. Even the thunder rumbling outside couldn’t rival the moans rolling off of both of your lips.

His movements grew rougher, as rough as they could in such a cramped space. As your highs drew nearer and nearer it was unclear if your hair was still wet from the rain or now from sweat. The car was hot and would have been stifling if you didn’t have your mind and body so occupied, so wrapped up in each of Soonyoung’s movements.

Your nails scratched down his back, earning harder thrusts and louder moans. Your name started to fall from his lips like a mantra and it had you trying to move your hips to meet his. Your head fell back against the seat, eyes screwed shut as you locked your legs around him tighter, as if you could pull him any closer.

“Cum with me.” Was it a question? A request? A demand? You didn’t know as the words slipped from your lips. It didn’t seem to matter though, Soonyoung groaned at your words, snapping his hips just a little faster, a little harder as he chased the high.

You fell over first, gasping and going nearly silent as your back arched. The feeling of utter bliss surged through your body, leaving your legs trembling and you sucking in heavy breaths as your heart raced. Soonyoung followed you quickly, filling you with his warmth as he groaned at the feeling of you squeezing around him. His hips stuttered to a stop deep inside you, catching his breath in quick puffs against your skin.

Soonyoung collapsed against your chest, sighing contentedly into you as you opened your eyes. The moment was quiet as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, gaze shifting up to the windows and noticing the change in the rain.

“Just in time.” You hummed.

Soonyoung lifted his head, gazing out the window at the clearer view of the park beyond the muddy, dirt parking lot. “Much better use of our time than sitting and talking.” He grinned breathlessly. You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

sharing is caring <3

[our-t4t-experience]

im a trans male gay man finally married to my trans husband after many years <3 after years of questioning our gender and having internalized transphobia; we finally did it and overcame it<333

this is so amazing im so happy for yall