#I should make a tag for this

[that-fox-thing]

Snow shenanigans :] !! ❄️⛄️

[moominsuki]

OMG also when you guys get throw into the future, you’re still wearing your hero costumes or outfits that are 10 years out of date - the mask bakugou wears is completely different now and his grenades are no longer that shade of green - and no one manufactures the shoes that you’re wearing and onlookers walking by CONSTANTLY compliment bakugou and you on your costumes.

“you must be a real fan! dynamight hasn’t worn that shade of green since his debut on the charts!”

“what did you do to get your hair so spiky and blond?! it looks exactly like dynamight’s and i’ve been cosplaying for years!”

bakugou’s eye twitches.

“hah? cosplay?! this shit is straight from my scalp-”

“lots and lots of hair gel, thank youuu!!” you practically yell, pushing bakugou away from saying anything too incriminating.

[naivegh0ul]

LOOOVE how you write about riling up riley by being stoic but me personally, i dont think i could get through a minute being all lackluster because i WILL cry the second he stuffs me up. his size plus my sensitivity, i know he'd be heady with his triumph, being cocky and bullying himself balls deeper. GRAAAAH i need this man biblically,, was wondering how would you put it when he finally sees he's broken you in (again)

Oh my god he is such a bully when it comes to your sensitivity, always mocking you and teasing you about it. He knows you're just trying to rile him up when you act all nonchalant and unaffected when really you're struggling to control yourself.

I say again, he is a bully. Don't even try to play with him longer than five minutes. You're ignoring him for longer than he likes? Well, now you're being flipped onto your front and pushed into the couch cushions, face buried in the pillows as Ghost almost tears your clothes off. He's so mean about it, mocking you and manhandling you as you try your best to ignore him and seem like you're bored.

He's not nice when he's pent up, that much is obvious. He does not care if you cry or try to squirm away. He'll finger you ruthlessly, tutting when you make no noise and crooking his fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Once he gets bored of fingering you (which takes a long, long time), he'll force you to pleasure him, knowing you can never keep your cool doing that. Just the sight of you on your knees before him has him smirking and his cock twitching. You're avoiding eye contact as you pick at your nails and act bored, huffing as if you're annoyed.

Ghost can see right through you, though. Knows it's all an act, that his pretty little thing could never get bored of him.

He'd make you unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt, saying the most filthy things down to you. "Fuckin' slut. Gaggin' for it. Come on, open your mouth." You try to act bratty, seeming to come to the conclusion that seeming bored and ignoring Ghost is not the way to go, so maybe being bratty and uncooperative is better.

Ghost has been here before, you being bratty and refusing to do what he says. He's broken you in before, he'll do it again. He'd totally slap your face to get your attention, his big, calloused palm connecting with your cheek.

Yeah, he knows you love it when he slaps you. He knows you love it when he takes control and doesn't put up with your bullshit. And you know he's the type of guy who'll shove his cock down your throat. He doesn't care if your teeth drag along his sensitive shaft. He wants his cock in your throat and he wants it now.

He loves seeing you cry on his cock. He knows you're needy and desperate and the act of having his thick cock stretching your mouth, cutting off your airways is enough to make overwhelmed tears spill down your cheeks.

And if that's not bad enough, he'll pinch your nose shut and watch you panic, watch your eyes widen as you grip his thighs and try to pull away, throat contracting around his cockhead as you choke.

He wants you to be nice and pliant for him so he'll let you pull off and take a breath for a second before he's gripping your hair and stuffing his cock into your mouth, holding you there until you go limp and gently suckle on his cock, accepting the fact that fighting him won't do you any good.

[2nd-coming-of-kamote]

so i decided to crochet ahu and uhh

praying i get this done in time for his episode

[paladinsbrainrot]

VICKIE IS A FUCKING TURNBOW I STAND BY IT

LITERALLY. it would make her such less of a random character and her being derek's sister would make sooooo much sense. vickie is worried about her brother/he gets taken by the military and in a panic she confides in robin about this which is how she gets involved in the supernatural plot and how her and robin get closer. this is how she and derek end up at the farm too. and her being unaware of the 'turnbow trap' (and being that one redhead at the dinner table pic w erica) until robin caves and lets her in on it.

[dumbasssdoodles]

These are based on a concept for a totk comic au/fanfic thingo I came up with a while ago, where Link takes on a quest which he ends up regretting. But I also just really like the yiga armour hehehehe🙂🙂🍌 (glory to master kogha)

[antxnous]

the people have spoken and they are asking for more of the Edward-joshua-vulpes-lanius family!!!

Pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺

ask an u shall receive .

[futuremrscameron]

i proudly present, kook!jj and weird girl!kook’s relationship chart 📯🎺🥳

[irl-batsignal]

breaking news i have a bomb and we're all gonna die

[mythos321]

Finally finished that slightly angsty Clay drawing idea I had based on Epic The Musical song “Monster”

It wasn’t everything I wanted it to be(in part cause I have VERY limited drawing skills) but I am happy with how it came out!

my writings terrible so I’ll type out what I wrote for it:

Is the Icewing struck with guilt when she kills? is she up in the middle of the night? or did she end my sister without a care or whisper and sleep knowing she has done her kingdom right?

When the false seer takes dragons to save his kingdom, is he going insane? Or did he learn to be colder when he got older, and now he forgoes the pain?

When a queen comes through the night and makes Dragons fight, is she scared that she’s doing something wrong? Or does she keep us in check so we must respect her? And now no one dares to piss her off?

Does a Dragon use all they have to kill defenseless enemies because they are Vile? or do they throw away their remorse and save/take lives with a Smile?

[aduckmurder]

More art for the zombie cosmo au thing

Ye

[loonarmuunar]

Headcanons for Monster AU cause I’m normal I promise-

Gio is a mix between a Mothman and a Vampire (the vampire being from the Roughhouse family). He likes to pretend the soup he steals is blood to freak out others- even though they can tell it’s soup. He likes street lamps and has gotten stuck climbing them

Mera is a Fey…no reason I just think it fits

Indus is a cyclops- also just think it fits

Sylvie is a minotaur, though he’s not fully grown yet so he’s still just a bit taller than Molly. He actually kinda likes humans and steals Psychology textbooks to read

Percy is a vampire SOLELY because of the fact that Jello almost made her one and with her info card. She probably pretends to be human/a park ranger and goes up to people like “Hello fellow humans!”

Ramsey is a troll. And fittingly- he sleeps under a bridge

Zora is a werewolf- probably eats campers’ food….or them-

FLOOF UR SO REAL FOR THIS, UR SO REAL FOR THIS!!!

I was thinking more like modern abstract monsters, humanoid but a bit Fucked Up and Weird, but I LOVEEE this, maybe there’s like a level to monsters? The weaker ones are the more known monsters, vampires, trolls, stuff like that. The stronger they are, the Weirder they get.

I actually have an idea for Mera!

She’s like a chunk of shattered, frozen glass. Cold air emanates off her perpetually, and from her “mouth”. She doesn’t really speak or make any noises, but whenever she opens her “mouth” this shrill, nails-on-chalkboard sorta sound comes out. She has really long, needle like fingers.

She’s a Weird one amongst monsters, it disturbs others that she can like. Exhale. Which means she can breathe. There are lungs in there.

[vro0ms-evil-twin]

I know the sun still sets way too early but the birds have started singing again don't despair

[doomatix]

Halting Sword -- Weapon (Greatsword), rare.

Abyssal Adamantine: This is a +1 adamantine greatsword.

Halt: Upon striking a target with this weapon, you may use your bonus action to force the target to make a DC 14 CON save or be paralyzed until the end of your next turn. The target may repeat the saving throw at the end of their turn. Upon a success, the target is immune to this effect for 6 rounds.

So hear me out. I REALLY love Retrievers and I decided to design a sword based on one. What do you think? Good weapon? 🤔 I may design more magical items based on monsters like this in the future!

[nanazfrfr]

Hi!! Pls help me fight artblock and request art 🙏🙏 I'm probably doing most of them on digital, but here's some traditional examples,,

I'm still improving!! (First one is the latest drawing from his bunch) I might do chibis if I'm lazy tho 💔

So yeah,, pls request 🙏🙏 Wether it be an OC or a fandom I'm not in idm!! Js keep it PG-13 lol

[ganonfan1995]

hmm I lied I do have more writing! This is an alternative scene with Zelda revealing the truth of her presence in the past to Gan. This one is a lot longer, more poetic. I actually posted a snippet of this here with some art earlier in the year. It’s an entirely different direction, a bit softer, but I wasn’t entirely happy with how flowery it was.

Not even going to lie I’ve written this scene more times over than I’d like to admit. Though I feel like this could still work in the greater fic. This is only half of the truth after all~

Zelda was perched neatly on the edge of the rooftop, her sun-kissed knees pressed tightly together, betraying her discomfort. Gan stood a short distance away, leaning against a pillar with his arms loosely crossed.

“Is there something I’m missing, or are you going to keep that a secret from me as well?” he prodded.

Zelda remained silent, prompting Gan to roll his eyes in frustration. Despite spending months together, he hadn’t gleaned much from her, aside from the sparse details she deigned to share at the tribunal. Suppressing his irritation, he shuffled closer and settled beside her. She avoided meeting his gaze at all costs, but the reddened edges of her eyes indicated she had been crying.

“Listen, I—” he started, but she drew a knee up to her chest, resting her cheek against it. She seemed impossible to reach, but Gan felt compelled to speak his mind.

“I’m not trying to make you feel worse, Zelda– Really, that’s not my intention. It’s just– I know next to nothing about you. You contradict yourself at every turn, you're cold and detached, and whenever I try to get close to you or even try to help, you treat me like I’m some sort of villain…”

He noticed Zelda fidgeting, her fingers tracing a crack in the stone. She was listening but had nothing to offer, so Gan continued.

“Sometimes it feels like I’ve done something unforgivable to you,” he confessed. Pausing, he noticed a few stray tears roll down her cheeks as she turned her head slightly. “It’s almost personal, and I want to apologize, to make amends, but I’m not even sure what I’d be apologizing for. For taking you in? For saving you from being thrown out of the city during the upheaval? For trying to be a friend, to understand you?”

If he had been concealing his bitterness, it was now on full display. He pushed a hand back through his hair, exhaling in frustration.

Zelda finally spoke, her voice tinged with grief that continued to elude Gan. “So you truly don’t remember.”

That was cryptic.

Gan puzzled her question for a moment before remembering that this woman had been nothing but cryptic since they met. Deciding to humor her, he replied bluntly. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. I truly do not remember.” He attempted to scrub any hint of sarcasm from his tone, but the statement alone felt bizarre enough to verge on sounding sarcastic anyways.

Zelda rubbed her face, her demeanor stoic, but something about his response seemed to soothe her into a more reasonable disposition. “Okay,” she stated plainly, honestly. “I guess I really have no other option but to trust you.” Her words carried weight, yet Gan didn’t let them affect him. He might have been a scoundrel, a brat, and a bit of a smart-ass, but he liked to think he was trustworthy. At the very least, he was true to his word when it truly mattered.

The day's scorching heat peaked, the coast offering little relief with its near-cloudless and unforgiving sky. So when Zelda spoke, Gan couldn't shake an inexplicable shiver down his spine. “The first time this happened, it felt uncanny, unbelievable, but I admitted it right away to the first people who would listen,” she said carefully, still withholding full trust from the ears eagerly listening. “This time, it’s hard to admit it out loud, even to myself. When I’m here with you, and you’re— You’re you, but you’re not him.”

Gan struggled to follow, finding her words making perfect sense to her. He tilted his head curiously, urging her to continue. “Have you always talked in riddles?” He smirked, but Zelda furrowed her brows as if in secret disagreement with herself.

“Ganondorf,” she said, hugging her knees so tightly he feared they might break. “How well do you know yourself, your ambitions, your desires?”

“What kind of question is that? What are you getting at?”

“Please, just… answer the question.”

“Fine, okay!” He gestured dismissively. “It’s not really a question I even know how to answer. How well can I know myself right now? I know my favorite foods, the music I like to dance to at banquets, maybe my ambition is to make my parents proud, to feel like I’ve really grown to fulfill the role of Heroine. As for my desires…” He paused, letting the silence linger between them. “I guess like anyone else, I want a fulfilling life surrounded by good things and good people.”

Zelda seemed content with his answer, and with a heavy sigh, shut her eyes in deep contemplation. “I had a great power once.” She started, carefully articulating each and every one of her words. “I was a princess, born with the sole purpose of defending an old and weary kingdom. Had it all gone as planned, perhaps I’d have grown old in that kingdom, taken my place as queen as my ancestors had all done before me. My people held claim to that power, my power, it’s what brought us peace and prosperity, a gift from our goddess. But we forgot ourselves, our history, and I so selfishly yearned to uncover it.

The last calamity was my first, and I failed in my task to prevent it from taking place. It was my only job, the only thing my station required of me. But my ears were deaf to divine words, and I struggled to find my latent powers until all I had ever known and loved was shattered, destroyed right in front of me. Finally, when I thought it had all come to an end, when my last hero fell in the field, that guilt, that remorse, that desperation came flowing out of me all at once. Whatever grief I carried with me, the demons, the pain of losing my friends one by one until all that stood between me and that beast was a soldier no older than myself— then, and only then I felt it. I felt that power, that light. I wasn’t able to turn back time, funnily enough. If I knew that I could, maybe it would have turned out for the better. He’d have his life, I’d have mine, and all those I held dear would be returned home.

There’s a beast who haunted our kingdom, and for the longest time I never understood what that creature wanted. I spent a long time with it after that final battle, after my power had awoken bound together in a stasis that spanned a century. All the while I watched as my home crumbled and my people rebuilt. All that time I kept thinking to myself, the second I step foot on those hallowed grounds, breathing in the smell of sweet grass and summer wine, I’d do better. I’d rebuild with them, I’d change, I’d do as I was told, I’d keep sweet and do what was right for them.

For some time I did that, I settled down, built a school— and as reluctant as I was, even taught at it. I adored those children, and they adored me, but strange as it may seem I was deeply envious of their blissful innocence. Initially, I taught history to emphasize the importance of our losses, but if I’m honest, I only ever wanted them to grieve as I did— to take with them a piece of my own misery so I felt less alone. But children don’t like scary stories, and overtime they become less interested in their historical lessons. Their parents preferred that I spent time on more productive matters, farming, animal husbandry, you know, practical pastoral skills fit for rural life.

I was born nobility, so naturally I spent less and less time at the school, until I found myself locked up in my study, away from prying eyes. Despite having sealed the beast away with my own two hands, I felt something pulling at my soul, like there was something unfinished. And one night, one cold and long forgotten night, a memory from my childhood lurked at the edges of my mind. A story about an evil that slept under the floors of my home, deep under the old bricks, the old halls, in a crypt long since sealed off. And I couldn’t let it go. For months it lingered in my subconscious, like a broken shutter rasping day and night against the side of my house. Somedays I would forget it when the wind was still, but then it would come all over again, creaking, creaking, creaking.

I put together a survey team, I set up a base, and in my foolishness I stormed my former home and prison with a purpose. And through the basement, down the stairs, and the winding dusty crypt there stood a door. An old, old, door, made of iron and steel. It was shut tight, but I urged our team to break it down–I ordered them–even though they were scared, even though they were finally safe, after a century of misfortune. I ordered them to break down the only thing keeping that— that monster from resurfacing, and they followed through, because I was their ruler, their goddess, their princess returned. They loved me, they trusted me, and I betrayed that trust for a selfish little hobby.

And there, down deep in that crypt I heard him call to me, a voice sweetened with venom, urging me closer, ever so close. It was an angry voice, wrought with hunger and disgust, but I beckoned to it as if it were a siren call. Somewhere deep within my soul that shutter broke clean off the hinges, it lay broken against the foundation of my home, and I knew I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been. Yet I was satisfied, my curiosity quenched like a desperate thirst in the blistering heat. I know now I should have fixed that shutter, bolted it shut so it could never rasp again, yet I let it remind me over and over and over again, that something more lay dormant beneath the halls of my childhood home. But when I saw him, his mangled, aging corpse, suspended in time, with the hand of the founding king buried deep within his chest, I felt everything but regret. All my apprehension faded from my subconscious, long enough to allow myself to be seduced by that unyielding and violent melody. Then in a split second, all I knew slipped out from underneath me yet again, I slipped into what felt like an unwinding eternity, and then I awoke, not in the crypt or under the castle.”

Gan sat rigid, eyes fixed on her with avid interest. He sensed a faint familiarity to the tale, a fleeting remembrance from a long-ago dream. However, the feeling dissipated as quickly as it arose. Without feeling compelled to interject, he allowed her to continue with rapt attention. At that moment, Zelda unfolded her knees from her chest. From a necklace concealed under the collar of her tunic, she retrieved a small stone bead, no larger than the palm of her hand. Her secret stone, nestled among jade and copper beads, had lost its divine luster— the surface now dulled to a shallow sheen resembled a quartz more than anything else. Holding it loosely between her fingers, she let it sway gently. Gan observed intently, searching for any significance it might hold.

"At first, I believed it to be a nightmare, or maybe I had perished in the cave-in. Despite its appearance now, this bead once possessed a property that allowed its user to amplify the power latent within their souls. And my power... was time, and I had unintentionally transported myself back in history…precisely 40 years from now."

Gan leaned in for a closer look, but almost instinctively, she snatched the gem away, her eyes wide with an unfounded fear. Though he had no intention of taking it from her, Zelda's strong reaction prompted him to give her space. He reclined on his arm, giving her room.

"So, how did you get here?" he asked innocently. Zelda remained guarded, her eyes scanning Gan for any potential threat, any sign of trickery or deceit. But in the young man who remained composed and genuinely curious, she found none. She tried to ease her nerves delicately, coaxing them to settle, but the result lingered in uncertainty.

"I should— that's enough." Then, without hesitation, the tension that had built up inside her reached its peak, prompting her to rise and leave.

Gan hurried to catch up, but she moved swiftly. Instant anxiety gripped him, and with a quick reach, he caught hold of her cape, halting her abruptly. Zelda froze, unmistakably gripped by sudden fear. Trembling, she fiercely swung her hand to bat away Gan's gentle grip.

"Don't touch me!" Her shout pierced through him, not directed at him, but seemingly through him, as if he were the beast from her past.

Gan stood there, dumbfounded. Zelda did not dare move a muscle, like a fawn caught by hunting dogs. “I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, retracting his hand in an instant. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you, I didn’t think.”

Zelda blinked, caught in a daze by his sudden apology, and took a step back.

“Please, don’t run away.” He urged, sincerity plain on his face. “I don’t want you to run away, I only wanted to talk. I won’t hurt you, you’ve been through a lot, thank you, Zelda. Thank you for telling me, we can stop now.”

Zelda steadied herself, drawing in a shaky breath, her gaze seeming somewhat distant. "Why are you apologizing to me?"

Uncertain if she was addressing him directly, Gan gestured in confusion. "What do you mean— You're shaking like a leaf? I clearly crossed a boundary." He explained, sensing Zelda’s unease. Lowering his gaze, he spoke calmly, trying to convey patience. "Listen, I don't fully understand what's going on, and if you're not comfortable talking about it, we don't have to. I don't want to push."

She nodded, her gaze fixed on her feet, her hands a picture of anxiety. Despite her unease, she didn't show any intention of fleeing. Instead awkwardness and fear warred within her, keeping her rooted to the spot. “Thank you.” A small voice fluttered from her lips, it was sad but rife with gratitude.

He nodded in turn, and without really thinking, offered her his hand. He had no idea how to comfort her, only that he wanted to, but Zelda wore thorns for armor, and any kindness he showed prior was usually met with sudden fear and hostility. However, this time the gesture was small and from a distance, and her thorns ceased to pierce his skin. To his surprise, delicate fingers found their place against his and held on tight, as if a century of grief could be unwound with a single hand held.

They stayed like that, under the heavy heat of the afternoon sun, hand in hand on the roof of his childhood villa. They spoke no words, shared no glances, only the pulse that emanated through Zelda’s fingertips percussed the space between them. Had it not been for the crashing of the waves from the nearby shore, he’d have heard his own heart percuss as well, in time with hers.