#So now the idea's stuck in my head

[shinysamurott9]

Thinking about a scenario where Alouette and Ciel sit down and watch some Magical Girl anime together

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[froggtogs]

gone fishing

[lotuslate]

art from my wwx playlist:

🎵 Summer Rain - Bauke Top

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

uzi needs to double check the shows she finds before inviting n over

[slushy-sash]

can’t help falling in love with you

[clownjacket]

Okay my crack theory for Lucy’s god situation:

What if instead of dying Lucy’s god became an archfey and fucked off, forsaking all of their followers. I could see that as justifiable for a minor god—maybe you don’t want your personality and existence to be dependent on a group of people small enough for a really big hurricane to wipe them out. Maybe you want to try your hand at self actualization, which you can’t really do as a god. Whatever.

But that would still mean Lucy’s grades would be screwed for the year, and the whole group would be switched to pass/fail.

Whatever god they’re trying to bring back seems like they want to stay a god, but would also only have a single living cleric so their nature would be heavily influenced by who that cleric is, and could still be controlled. Bringing back an established dead god with living followers probably reduces the risk of the god immediately dying or completely sucking ass/not being powerful like what happened with YES!(?), and we know the Ratgrinders LOVE minimizing risk. And choosing a dead god that represents something Lucy is actually passionate about preaching and proselytizing would make her work as a cleric much easier for her emotionally than, say, switching to Helio and just going through the motions, and bringing back a god would probably look good on college resumes.

Idk, that’s just an alternative theory to Lucy’s god dying based on what’s been established this season.

[inbox-to-the-void]

Fresh's Theme: YOO I'LL TELL U WUT I WANT SO TELL ME WH Swap: FML

art source comes from here, fic made by @gaylordscooter

[IMAGE ID: A digital drawing of Swap Sans, visibly tense and hiding behind a broken wall. The wall is an almost-grey blue, the background is a slightly bluer and darker grey, Blue's background color is blue, and Swap's outlines are a paler version of his background. Behind the wall are rainbow all-capitilized words that switch color each line break. The words read "YOO I'LL TELL U WUT I WANT SO TELL ME WH", the words a reference to the beginning lyrics in Wannabe by Spice Girls. The rainbow words are cut off by the bottom of the broken wall. Swap's thought bubble background is his outline colour, while his speech bubble font color is colored in his background color. His thought bubble just reads "FML" in all caps. END ID]

[katierosefun]

my cancelled-able trait from the queer community would be that i really apparently love messy endings. i love u happy endings and i also love u such sad, messy, ambiguous endings . . . i love u endings where u have this weird pit in the bottom of your stomach because you know that there's love here but u have no idea what to do with it and u just have to deal with the fact that someone is profoundly affecting your life and you're not gonna get closure from it anytime soon . . . i love u queer love stories where it's really just "u don't always get to see the sunshine and rainbows at the end of it . . . sometimes all that's left is just one big question mark and the quiet hope that they get their shit together" . . .

[fiepige]

Me: My concept for Venom!Hobie is dark and depressing cause there is no way Hobie would ever get a symbiote and be happy about it

Also me: What if Hobie had a symbiote that could take the form of a cat and it would chill on his shoulder?

[becca-e-barnes]

this for subby!bucky 😵‍💫

There’s nothing hotter than a man moaning his way through a make out session and grinding his hard-on against your body, idgaf. Men moaning in general fucking floors me 😵‍💫

But I really like the thought of him starting off thinking he's in control of himself. Not necessarily in control of you, he just thinks he's pretty composed, all things considered. The featherlight kisses have his heart beating just a little faster than normal but it's manageable.

It all just gets away from him though. The tiny pecks turn into tender, deeper kisses and your hands start to wander. Those kisses inevitably develop into a kind of frantic passion that he has difficulty keeping up with. His brain goes a little foggy and nothing else matters except getting more of you and getting it now.

He loses himself in the feeling of you so entirely that he hardly notices he's been trying to ease the throbbing need in his own cock. "O-oh fuck." He groans, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lips slick and dick twitching in his pants.

"We can go slower if this is too much for you, baby." You whisper softly, keeping your face close to his. God, he's beautiful like this and you know he'd whimper if you told him that.

"No, God. I don't need you to go slower. I need more." There's no shame in those blown out pupils when his eyes flutter open. He's not embarrassed by his own need. Instead, there's a complete trust that you'll take care of him because you always do. There's no judgement or reservation between you both because there simply doesn't need to be.

"I can do that." You laugh quietly, tugging him towards you so your lips can crash together with the exact same intensity as before and it never fails to amaze you that he melts into your touch so entirely.

You feel how hard he is and in truth, it would be difficult not to given how he's grinding it against your body with more purpose than before. His mouth is so hungry, never managing to taste enough of you and in no time, it's trailed down your neck, sucking at your skin while his frantic grind continues.

"Good boy, Buck. That's it, rub yourself silly on me." You encourage, drinking in his pathetic groan. That permission almost makes him wish he could cum in his pants.

"You're like a puppy, aren't you? So eager. You just can't help yourself." Your hand drifts downwards, rubbing over the bulge in the front of his sweatpants and you feel him absentmindedly thrusting into your touch. He's a moaning mess, babbling and begging, lost the lust that's now making the fingertips of his flesh hand tingle and his head spin.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[merakiui]

Imagine yandere!Dottore forcing darling into a marriage?

Okay, but I raise you this: Dottore who forces you to marry him because you’re sick and he promises to cure you. All you have to do is promise to be his for all of eternity.

It’s difficult to pinpoint when and how this illness began, but if you dig through the folds of your brain you think it was shortly after you befriended the eccentric Il Dottore. Having connections to someone wealthy, no matter how nefarious he may be, is a blessing for you and your family, who are in desperate need of Mora. Your relationship evolves rather quickly and it isn’t long before you start to feel your strength and peace of mind ebb away. Months into a friendship that has soon turned intimate for mutual benefits, you collapse when he proposes and you’re certain you would have declined right away had your mind and body not been so muddled with a horrible fever.

That’s when the sickness becomes prevalent, no longer something you can chalk up to a lack of sleep or a poor diet. Dottore runs a few tests to find the source of this issue after he’s helped you to your feet and has brought you to lie down inside, and you could only remain still in his bed while awaiting a diagnosis. He hums to himself as he observes his notes and scribbles something down in a report, and you fear for the worst as you watch his expression, searching for any notable signs of distress. After what feels like hours of staring and waiting, he finally glances at you and explains the dilemma. In short, you’re sick. Very sick, actually, and your illness is quite rare. So rare that medicines are expensive and hard to come by. He may be a scientist who knows the human body like the back of his own hand, but he can’t guarantee he can create a reliable cure. There’s still the fact that it needs to be tested and deemed safe for consumption, he needs to gather resources and materials—there’s an entire grocery list of things he must see to so that you remain in stable condition.

But with his connections and wealth, he could easily procure the medication you’re in need of. You try to tell him that you’ll find a way out of this, but Dottore holds a finger up to halt your babbling. Smiling covertly as he lowers to one knee and retrieves an elegant ring from the depths of his lab coat, he slides it onto your finger. It’s a silent deal, one you realize with mounting dread. Marry him and he’ll cure all that ails you, including your illness.

Only there is no illness. There never was, as you come to learn many months later. With a wedding ceremony on the horizon and an obsessively devoted fiancé who’ll do anything to keep you by his side—even if it means deliberately poisoning you to keep you completely at his mercy—you realize you may be in for far more than you initially thought when you befriended him. Dottore hardly cares about your family’s financial well-being, but you do and you stress that they must be helped. If it’ll get you to stop whining so much, he supposes he can lend a generous sum. Money doesn’t solve everything, though.

You must remember that, as fragile as you grow and as close as the wedding draws, Dottore is the only one with the antidote. If you wish to live a long, prosperous life, you’d better rely on him. Otherwise he might force death upon you in his crooked studies of life and its inevitable pitfalls. Or, if you’re anything like him and wish to test the natural laws of mortality, there are other ways to live healthily and without worry. He’ll just need to look into when you were healthiest at certain segments of your life…

It’s your choice. No one likes being sick, after all.

[todayisafridaynight]

the grapevine

[ferahntics]

Kirby species wing headcanons

This was on my mind during work so I just wanted to scribble this down sjdhg

It gets lengthy, and this is completely my subjective view, and it might most likely change over time c: Also I am in no way an expert on wings and I am most likely messing up a lot so bare with me XDD

So, Kirby wings: I imagine there’s no real ‘limit’ to what kind of wings they have, but I do think they’ve each got their own rarity, kinda like with cat genetics (except kirby’s species doesn’t have genetics so there’s no real lineage to go off of). I kinda compiled how I feel they’d go with rarities, from common to legendary that only happen under extremely specific circumstances.

Common wings would include wings from smaller birds like sparrows, just large and strong enough to enable flight. Though they do require frequent flapping, which can lead to exhaustion since those wings are rather small and they can only hold so much strain before rest is necessary.

Tiny round wings, like that of a cartoon bee almost, are also a relatively common sight, though they’re more sensitive compared to the bird-like wings and can be fragile, so caution with them would be advised.

Bat wings would fall under the uncommon territory, and sometimes may be confused with something negative due to their appearance, though they can fly faster than the common wings. 

Dwarf wings are also a possibility, however, because they’re even smaller than the common ones, these can be seen as a hinderance. More often than not, they are not capable of flight - maybe enough to serve as a spring in a jump, but not enough for actual flight.

There are cases where they don’t have any wings period. This can cause them trouble as they lack flight all together and will need to improvise and adapt if they wish to handle themselves in danger.

These are considered some of the rarest wings that could be asked for. First in line would be large wings, more often than not reminiscing the ones from a hawk or an eagle, sometimes an angel even. These are fully capable of long flights, however the large size of them could be a downside if they happen to be stuck on the ground, as they can be hefty to drag around. They’re surprisingly durable, and capable of great speed and agility.

Though less durable than the aforementioned ones, insect wings like that of dragonflies, butterflies, moths, etc., these are specifically for agility. They’re much more fragile in comparison to the feathered ones, but thanks to their light weight, they allow room for swifter movements and give them the chance to catch an opponent off-guard with quick movements.

Finally, we’ve reached the wings that are deemed so rare, they might as well be called legendary. These almost never happen normally, more often than not they are something that requires extremely specific circumstances to achieve. These are typically depicted in possible murals from the time of the ancients (I imagine for Galacta Knight he might’ve been depicted with multiple wings as a sign how powerful and terrifying he was at his prime).