#I'll tage it

[chuckchuck228]

.....Hear me out

[probablybadrpgideas]

Ah.

Ok, no need to panic. As long as you don’t look in the tags, we’re golden. You can do that, right?

Hmm, yeah, I see the issue. You want to look at the tags now. Who can blame you? So how about I sweeten the deal? You take this natural 20 and maybe you “forget” to look at the tags, huh? You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone wins.

We got a deal? Glad to hear it.

Have a nice day, pal.

-Pencil

[lamb-among-the-grass]

Non of the characters are mine, and the meme is also not made by me originally!

I did this while on a call and it turned out super cute uwu

[beelmons]

This blurb is an aftermath of love comes in moments, a very angsty fic I wrote, hehe. Dedicated to the biggest cheerleader of the story @cassiemartzz

Bad days for Spencer were not when he wasn't able to recognize his own friends, no, on the contrary, he dreaded the days when his mind was so clear he could picture every cursed decision he had ever made, like being forced to watch a movie of his own sorrow, and the director was himself.

On a good day, he'd wake up slightly foggy, brain gone enough to not recall, but present enough to relearn. He would sit for hours reading about everything and anything he could get his hands on, taking strolls by the garden, and trying to beat himself at chess.

He enjoyed the breeze on his face as he moved his queen two spaces to the right, the benches were comfortable, although a bit nostalgic, since years before he'd sit the exact same way with a loved one, to talk about nothing.

"Sir, someone's here to see you." the slim figure of a facility nurse interrupted his concentrantion.

He looked up in a rush, examining the features of the young man that nervously stood next to her. He looked oddly familiar, but then he always had that sensation about people that came to visit.

"Hi, Dr. Reid" he simply waved his hand in an awkward gesture "We spoke on the phone a week ago? My auntie Penelope told me it was okay to come today."

"Right," he lied, he didn't remember, but he tried not to be dismissive, so he offered a seat for his visitor across the chess board "what can I do you for?"

The man couldn't be over 30, slim, yet toned at his body. He bounced like a puppy receiving a new toy as he sat down, and he pulled a bunch of papers from the bag he carried on his side.

"I'm a Supervisory Special Agent with the FBI; I just started at the BAU last year, and I'm writing a thesis on the psychology behind cypher linguistics. I would love to hear about some of the cyphers you tracked during your career." the kid explained.

Reid was in awe at the admiration the youngling showed. Never did he realize the impact he could have in the younger generations, even when he had dedicated a good part of his life to teaching.

"Pretty young to be joining the BAU, congratulations." he offered a smile.

"Well, it's nothing impressive." the nameless man said "You joined at 22."

The older doctor's eyes narrowed, and he let out an embarrassed chuckle. "You seem to know me pretty well"

"Well, you were kind of a celebrity in my house growing up. I always wondered why my mother never took us to meet you." the guy admitted. He stared in confusion for a second, noticing in Reid's expression that he wasn't quite following the conversation. "My mother? She was an old partner of yours back in her agent days."

The kid rummaged through his bag in search for something, and after a couple of seconds he slipped a printed picture across the board. Reid had to bite back a smile as he examined it. The very first picture you had taken together, on his birthday, with your head on his shoulder, and the stupid blue hat that would haunt him until his last breath.

"She, uhm," he swallowed back a nervous knot "talked about me?" Reid asked.

"All the time." the young man smiled, and it was so painfully obvious that he was your son, how didn't he see it right away? He had your glorious, beaming smile "And if it wasn't her, I would hear millions of stories from auntie Penelope and auntie Emily, even my uncle Aaron. My cousin Michael and I could sit for hours listening to them, you were like super heroes to us."

For once, Reid welcomed the clarity of his memory with love. Perhaps, when it came, he focused on the wrong parts of his life. After all, every decision he had ever made, someway or another, would lead him to you, or at least a part of you.

"So, you want to study cyphers?" the doctor continued, and the man in front of him beamed at the words.

"Actually, if possible, I would like to take you out for dinner to discuss it. I know a pretty good indian place, and they are open all night if the chat gets too interesting."

He was physically uncapable of holding back his smile any longer. You were present in every aspect of that young man, the history of you was plastered on his personality.

"Ms. Garcia is the legal guardian, so she would have to be here to allow the temporary exit of Dr. Reid." the nurse clarified.

"She's actually on her way, should arrive in about 15 minutes." the young man explained.

The nurse excused herself to start the paperwork needed for the event. He was as polite as you were to service workers, the mannerisms in the way he talked, even the way he stood. He couldn't lie to himself, relief washed over him once he knew you hadn't forgotten him, that you still carried a part of him on you, and you had passed that down.

Perhaps, after all these years, you no longer loved him, but certainly the print of his presence was still vivid in this fine young man, the one you had raised to be the hero the two of you once were.

"15 minutes is a lot of time. You play?" Reid asked pointing at the board.

"Since I was 5." the youngster bragged.

They arranged the pieces and the match began. It had been a while since he'd felt his brain so stimulated. The man could see four, five moves ahead, and your son could always keep up. At last, the ever experienced Dr. Reid ended up as the victor, earning a groan from the younger man.

"It was a really good game, thank you, uhm..." the doctor began to say, struggling to remember how to address the boy "Sorry, kid, I'm afraid I don't know your name yet."

"Oh, right!" he said with a smile "My name is Spencer."

[kiribread]

Ah... so at the beginning of winter break since I was sick and tired having having to draw stuff I didn't really want to at school, I drew and crocheted a bunch and ended up burning myself out. I was probably already burned out going into it so that didn't really help either. I recently got a bit of motivation back so here's some doodles! >:]

The first one was one I did randomly the second one was more intentionally doodle practice if you will.

Also it turns out doing quick imperfect doodles and experimentation can be really refreshing! At school we've really been hammering in realism which is fine, but doing it over and over again for months making sure everything is perfect contently with little room for creativity is exhausting. I'm actually kind of excited for the typography unit for whenever we get to it bc it's something other than realism! So yeah ig the moral of the story is doodle every once in a awhile tee hee.

[daughterofhecata]

Kaj's Kink January #3

Es ist wieder so weit!

Einige von euch erinnern sich sicherlich noch an das Spiel, für alle anderen: Ich habe a) sehr viel Spaß an monatlichen Writing Challenges, b) nicht immer einen besonders guten Zugang zu den offiziellen Kinktober Prompts, zumal ich mich im Oktober auch noch um Flufftober und Whumptober kümmere, und c) Spaß daran, kinky Porn in allen möglichen Zusammensetzungen zu schreiben, deswegen will ich wieder versuchen, im Januar jeden Tag ein mehr oder weniger kinky, mehr oder weniger smutty Ficlet zu posten (vermutlich wieder zu je 700 Wörtern) und bitte dafür um Prompts! Jeder im DDF Fandom ist herzlich eingeladen, sich zu beteiligen!

Ich hab ein Dokument erstellt, wo ihr Prompts eintragen könnt, das vermutlich bis ~Mitte/Ende November offen sein wird. Jede Bearbeitung ist vollkommen anonym, also tobt euch aus. Da wir ja doch ein relativ kleiner, gut erzogener Fandom sind, hoffe ich einfach mal, dass nicht irgendein Witzbold Blödsinn damit macht.

Link zum Dokument

Prompts via ask, reply oder DM sind natürlich auch okay!

(Wer zu einem prompt etc seinen Username/ao3 name added, würde das ganze auch als gift bekommen, aber das ist euch überlassen.)

[erigold13261]

"DJ Necropolis: The Necro Techno... and friends"

Finally got these three finished! They would have been out sooner if it wasn't for Mermay lol.

Anyway, meet Daray and his friends. Despite how they look, these idiots make Jazz EDM music. Well Daray does, the others are his managers because he is horrible with social interactions and finances.

[sschmendrick]

Hello Cellbit fans, do you guys know if Cellbit played oxenfree?

[peridot-the-kitten]

Cubfan design :D

The idea is that he mostly just looks like a bear hybrid, but when he takes off his lab coat he's got itty bitty vex wings on his back. Also skulk Cub because that looks cool

Closeup of the Skulk Cub since I'm using that for the pfp on @vexing-mask

[cabinette]

🩸

heehee guess who made another little oc doodle :))))) @cjsees I think I may be obsessed with these two

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

fanfic obsession was very minimal the past few days. that is over! diving back into ao3 and fanart

i might come up with a tag y'all can filter...

[departed-pronouns]

So tonight is the 'What's your fantasy?' and we have confirmed people fucking on the fire truck. A fantasy fair that I would pay so much to go to omg. And possibly Buck babysitting Jee and fantasizing about being a dad?

And possibly Eddie getting Chris ready for his dance and fantasizing about his boy growing up and being an adult? Honestly I'm more interested in Eddie this episode so like. Is he going to dream about what kind of life he hopes Chris will have? Will Carla tell him to follow his heart again (which at this point I'm assuming means doing things for himself and not being the self sacrificing dad). And will we see Eddie dreaming about what he thinks his life will be like?

Oooo another bad dream where he's afraid he'll be old and alone when Chris grows up and leaves? Or will he be happy with that? I'm not going to lie - I kind of want to see Eddie dating (men give me queer Eddie) or locked in as happily single. But more so bi or gay Eddie for reasons. . .

[big-jugged-dinosaur]

sometimes i find myself looking for posts i reblogged some time ago and frantically looking through tags, other profiles who are talking about said post, etc and just go a bit insane. sometimes i think, "is this just part of the tumblr experience? am i tumblring wrong? i'm just a little guy how would i know?"

[oxygenbefore1775]

when you have to leave him in the morning

➥featuring: porco, reiner, zeke x fem!reader

➥cw: petnames, suggestive aka hints of sex and groping in porco's, also forgery in zeke's (as if ud expect anything else from him), also zeke's a doctor here

➥summary: after staying the night at his place, you have to leave in the morning yet he's dead-set to get in your way (or not)

➥a/n: aka my beloved tagelied trope (i can't fucking get enough of it)

Porco

tries to get off one last time

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you noticed his figure appearing in the mirror's reflection, silently entering the bathroom while you were getting ready to leave for work. His eyes found you in a heartbeat as did his arms, snaking their way around your waist and getting dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

He observed you hastily going through your skincare routine for a few moments before emitting a low grunt, his lips gingerly brushing against the nape of your neck. "C'mon baby you don't need all that shit," his hold on you tightened, turning possessive, "you're already so pretty. Save this time for something else." With the bluntest of insinuations leaping of his tongue, Porco slid his fingers under your shirt and started tracing shapes on the tender skin of your stomach.

Yet, you remained strong in the face of his bold caresses, "It's only thanks to this 'shit' that I've been so 'pretty', Pock." Your breath hitched as his palm slid up to your breast, gently cupping it, but you continued, though with a clear strain to your voice. "And no, the last time I caved, I was late to work and I couldn't exactly tell my boss that my boyfriend wanting to get his dick wet was the one to blame."

"You know that's not what I meant," he pleaded, his brows furrowing in growing desperation. His voice dripped with honeyed sweetness, weaving a seductive melody that lingered in the air. "Oh, please. I can't bear to wait a whole day to have you back at my place. I'll drive you there myself, even if it means getting a ticket. It's just too good, that pussy of yours."

As his words hung in the air, followed by thoughtless pecks to your neck and back of your head, you couldn't help but to feel the allure of his proposition. The thought of succumbing to his enticing offer tugged at your resolve and coiling familiar warmth in your stomach, tempting you to give in to the desires.

Fortunately for Porco, your self-restraint was practically non-existent.

With a gentle nudge you pried yourself out of his grasp to face him and fall back into his arms again. "Ok, but only this last time," you playfully interjected between breathless kisses.

His dark chuckle melted against your lips, the low rumble of amusement sending more heat into your stomach. "You say that everytime."

Reiner

helps you to get ready

With a delicate yet persistent rub to your shoulder Reiner roused you out of the deep sleep, calling out your name in an affectionate manner to make sure you were awake. Blinking your eyes open, you smiled at him in recognition before wandering your still hazy gaze to the clock. The burning white digital numbers jolted you awake as you realized you had overslept.

A drawn-out "shit" flew past your lips along with curses directed at your phone for not setting off the alarm clock, and you scrambled out of bed, your mind racing. Your eyes lay to Reiner. If it wasn't for your phone, then was he the one to wake you up?

Your head void of any other thoughts, you stated bluntly, "I'm running late." With those words you turned to Reiner, a surge of hope and pleading momentarily glimmered in your eyes, desperate for a solution to your predicament. However, as the weight of the situation fully settled in, a new wave of despair crashed over you, overwhelming you with the number of all the tasks that needed to be accomplished in such a short amount of time. That initial glint of hope irrevocably faded, replaced by a deep sense of worry and frustration.

Ever the paragon of composure (at least when it came to your predicaments), Reiner flashed a reassuring smile at you. "Not to worry," he mused, his voice laced with warmth. "I've already taken care of a few things for you." As you stood there, momentarily dumbfounded by his thoughtfulness, he gently nudged you toward the bathroom. "Just go and start off the day while I finish up some other tasks. Alright?"

As it turned out, Reiner took his time in the morning to fix up a breakfast for you and iron your outfit for the day. As you sat at the kitchen counter, gobbling up the prepared meal in haste, Reiner exuded strange serenity unfit for the rush of the mornings that somehow transferred to you too. So much so, that when you were standing in the hallway waiting for the cab (another courtesy of Reiner) you were absolutely calm as if coming in late wasn't a threat anymore.

As you were about to leave, Reiner handed you a container and explained under the unspoken question of your eyes. "Packed some lunch for you." Clarification sounded so simple coming out of his mouth yet it still swelled your chest with affection. A belated surge of tenderness overcame you, and you leaned in to leave a gentle peck on his cheek, before leaving for the cab.

Zeke

pulls all the strings at his disposal to make you stay

The soft rays of the morning light filtered through the curtains as the alarm clock in its infinite persistence urged you to wake up. With a yawn and a stretch, along with some crude laments about such an early awakening, you made a feeble attempt to get up but a clutch of his hands, closed in around you, only grew stronger.

"Zeke," you groaned in protest but nonetheless let him pull you closer into his embrace. "We're not playing this game again."

His response was barely an audible murmur yet still managed to convey an untolerable level of sneer, "Yes, we are."

With that, he peeled one of his eyes open just to register the sheer annoyance painted across your features and fall back into slumber as soon as he saw the desired outcome of his antics. Your struggle seemed to amuse him to no end.

Trying to cover up the boiling irritation, you pleaded with him one last time, "I have to get up. Mind you, we both have work today," you pointed out and followed with a reasonable, at least at first glance, argument. "Doubt that your patients would be all that happy to not see you at your office today."

"Oh, I'm afraid they'll have to deal with that," he rebuked in a state of absolute calm, "The same goes for your boss."

Shifting around in his embrace to find some sort of comfort, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "The fuck you mean?" you asked him bluntly, running out of patience and time to get ready.

His whole body trembled as curt laughter escaped his chest. "Well, it has come to my attention that both of us contracted a rare strain of disease and — oh no — it's extremely contagious and dangerous to the outside world so we must quarantine for the rest of the day." To add defiance to his words and irate you even more, he nestled closer, his beard scratching at your skin. "As you can see, I'm already taking measures. It's you who's the irresponsible one right now."

"You talking forgery," you rebuked meekly yet it didn't seem to get a rise out of him. "Not if you're a real doctor which, luckily, I am."

You still seemed tense when his hot breath seered against your ear, "Relax, we're sleeping in today."

A valid excuse provided, you melted into his touch as you finally caved to his request. "You're very fortunate to have me, you know? Maybe reconsider to start appreciating me some more." The playfulness to his voice quickly faded off into the distance as you fell back asleep.

[varvaramitsuko25]

I made a fan art of Dark Danny/Dan(i taged few persons in twitter) but I'll try it again @haniel @ecto-stone and @krossan

But I'll tag someone who's in Tumblr 😘✨

@ectospacecadet and @eirian 🩵

[y3llow-hoodie]

i already posted this on my tma blog and taged you but i thought i might wanna put it in an ask as well heres my take on vast!jon !

AAAAAAHHHHHHRGHGHHHHH <3<3<3

(also a note to all my followers I'm so sorry for being so inactive, life really be happening huh)

(I'll seriously try to respond/update soon <3)