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[kevinsdsy]

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the trojans social media au (pt. 36): EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU @kevindavidday FOR LEAVING ME INSPIRED WITH THE JEREJEAN MESSAGES bc i wasnt sure what i wanted to do and if i wanted jean to confront jeremy about using his words and then she connected it with kevjean and i was SOLD also thank you for listening to me when i’m talking about the au and throwing silly ideas your way hehe

also the last tweet about andrew breaking riko’s arm is credited to @tardisscreechsound who came w this idea in my chats hehe!! thank you omg 🫂🩷

[monoshii-wasu]

[bibuckaroo]

i saw someone talking about how jayce was literally obsessed with magic his entire life and then it turned out that his girlfriend was a mage all along and arcane just… didn’t do anything with that.

but like (this is not me throwing any type of shade, i love mel with my whole heart, i’m just talking about the storylines) if you’re saying this, you completely missed the point of both jayce’s and mel’s story? even if they were together briefly and in love with each other, their stories were not intrinsically connected.

mel’s story was indeed about learning that she had powers and what that meant about her identity, her family and her future moving forward, her story is defined by her own sense of self.

jayce’s story is defined by… viktor (i know, shocking, as if the show hadn’t been clear enough). their story was indeed intrinsically connected, the only reason jayce became obsessed with magic was because of future!viktor in the first place, but his obsession with magic had nothing on his obsession with viktor, because ultimately he decided that viktor was more important to him than anything else.

the point is, of course the show wouldn’t do anything about mel being a mage having to do with jayce, because her story is independent from him and the only reason jayce was obsessed with magic was to lead him to viktor. in this essay, i will…

[thethoriumreactor]

I think I blacked out for a bit i suddenly have art to post

anyway have my take on cursed cat alastor I love this unholy little thing and u should too

(Cc al bullying vox is one of my reasons to live istg)

[erineas]

Just the silly page I made when I created my fairy, wasn't meant to be here but after last ask I thought "yeah why nottt"

Let's make it more interesting by stating things about her:

I already said it before but she's a weed fairy! Similar to common grass fairies but she's connected to the ones that mess up your garden.

However, she's a gardener, so her hands, feet and dress are covered in dirt most of the time cuz she's always digging for bad seeds in Oak's (Horror Sans) garden.

Her dress was made by a Anna and it doesn't dries/stays fresh thanks to her magic, she's not able to keep it nice herself.

She has mantis wings and she's able to hide herself from humans by looking like one (doesn't work with monsters, since they can perceive any kind of magic)

The plants hanging around her body are tangled around her and growing on her hair, she just doesn't bother to take them off often (they grow back with time after she digs again)

She feeds on weeds too... She's pretty low maintenance.

Her eyes are like that cuz I couldn't find a way to give her glasses and not look like:

Siiighhh

[wherethemothsgrow]

Some Trojan thoughts for the world

Jeremy’s gay awakening was Ben Affleck and that other guy in Pearl Harbor (2001)

Jean love Exy magazines and Laila makes sure to add the Weekly Exy to their mail every week for him

Cat is determined to win a staring contest with Jean but he’s just too good at it. She always loses

Jeremy really loves mint ice cream, Cat clowns him for it

They throw Jean a small gathering bday party and Jeremy convinces him to wear a cone party hat so he’s just 🧍🎉 in the corner

I don’t think Jean kisses the girls on the head but I do think he bends down and softly bumps their heads together. Like a cat

Jeremy is terrible at most video games, expect Mario Kart

Cat sitting in the buggy in a store and grabs what they need while Laila pushes her around

Jeremy is too nervous to ask Jean to a banquet so he starts to look for a date for it. Jean finds this out and is confused and a little hurt. “But you are my partner? I just assumed-“ Jeremy folds like a broken lawn chair

Jean does something really impressive on the court with so much ease, he barely even blinks. Cody’s like “dude, that was fucking metal 🤘🏻” Jean has no idea what that means but he somehow he feels a bit of pride in the way Cody beams at him

[chericherilvr]

summary: Soobin's love language is physical touch, and you just have to deal with it—at all cost. w/c: 526 warnings: cursing? clingy Soobin, just pure fluff author's note: I have to go rnrn, but I am so making the rest of the boy's love language. This comeback... this comeback killed me... I love summer songs...

Sometimes, people are destined to surprise us. You could know everything about someone, yet one day it all changes.

You still remember the times in which Soobin was shy. The soft glances after looking away. The small smiles, eyes following your every move, after you entered a room. That time a bet made you get ever so close to him with a teasing "do I make you nervous?" with him immediately breaking into a blushing mess—the guys still tease him about it to this day.

How could someone so confident on stage, be so shy outside of it.

And how could that same person now, months later, be the most shameless person you knew.

"Binnie, I can barely breathe"

Yet Soobin doesn't reply. Currently with your body under his, what was supposed to be a cute movie-cuddling date, turned into a call for help. It's summer for fuck's sake. And no amount of love could make you feel any less hot.

All day he had been following you around: The hand-holding while cooking—barely got to not burn something. The constant side hugs, back hugs, picking you up and spinning whenever he felt like it. He always had to have something touching you, knowing you were there.

"Soobin."

"I don't care." He mumbles from the crook of your neck—which his face is buried in. It tickles.

"Hope you like cuddling with a corpse if I can't soon get some water to hydrate" I say, although I allow my hand to go play with his hair.

"You'd be the cutest corpse"

"Not the compliment you think it is"

He whines and hugs you closer, tighter. Without a warning, he sits back up, pulling you up with him to stand. A gasp passes your lips, eyes widened before you realize he moved to hug you from behind.

"Go hydrate or whatever you humans do"

You shake your head slowly, and only take the first steps towards the kitchen after seconds of processing what was happening.

"Newsflash, you're human too, you need to hydrate or whatever"

"I am not," his whisper carasses your ears, "matter of a fact, all I need to be alive is this!" he pats the side of your hips.

The cups left on the kitchen counter are cold at touch, especially after filling them up with water. Gently, you tap on the hand wrapped around you, and try to pull it. He shakes his head.

"Water Soobin, drink water."

Sometimes, people are meant to surprise us. That way it keeps things interesting. Some people change out of their own will; for others a simple "Drink or no more cuddles" gets them out of your back for a couple seconds. The sight of Soobin is truly still adorable, even when he rushes to drink as if death was hovering above if he didn't.

You could always expect and await for someone to change, yet you know the people closest to you.

Just like how Soobin clung back to your after hydration. Just how you will always allow him to—no matter if you can't breathe. No matter if he stays there forever.

[randomfandomss]

James Lance on the relationship between Trent Crimm and Ted Lasso Source: From this lovely interview by Lauren Coates - Article & Video

[suburbanbonfire]

oil and water don't mix

(prints)

[funera1pyre]

iii has no idea how he got himself in this situation.

its not like he meant to walk in on you and vessel earlier. he definitely didn’t hear the noises you were making and got turned on. and he definitely didn’t make an excuse in his brain to pretend to need to ask vessel something.

now he’s on his knees in front of vessel, watching you bounce on his cock.

you’re facing iii, legs propped up on vessels knees with his hands around your waist as he guides you. you’re a babbling mess, vessel told you to hold eye contact with iii or he’ll stop moving.

iii’s flushed, his cheeks bright red as his eyes are locked on yours. vessel cant get enough of it, his baby on display for his best friend.

the sheer filthiness of the whole situation is turning you on even more. iii has a massive hard on and the way he’s kneeling so submissively for vessel makes your head spin.

“you knew what you were doing walking into here hmm iii? you heard how good i was making her feel. she can be loud, cant you honey?” vessel grabs you by the chin and all you can do is moan in response.

vessel turns his attention to iii. “well go ahead, make yourself cum since you wanted so badly to see us.” he’s holding your jaw firmly to keep eye contact with iii.

iii pulls out his cock, so drunk on lust he doesn’t even focus on how embarrassing this is for him. his eyes are glazed over as he spits in his palm and starts stroking himself. he’s not gonna last long, he can tell that for sure.

“oh, i think.. fuck.. my little whore’s about to cum, hmm?” vessel grunts in your ear, you’re bouncing harder on his dick and your moans getting louder as he leads you to the edge.

iii can feel his orgasm approaching seeing you like this, the way vessel has complete dominance over you, it’s so fucking hot.

you cum with a loud moan all over vessel’s cock, he shortly follows soon after, filling you with his release as he kisses your neck soothingly, the two of you coming down from your highs. iii sits in front or you, frantically pumping his cock and practically drooling all over himself.

“finish him off. now” vessel orders and without a word you jump off his lap, crawling over to iii and taking him in your mouth.

iii jumps at the sudden warmth of your mouth, “g-gonna, oh god” he blurts out and within seconds he’s releasing into your mouth, all the while vessel is staring intently at him.

when iii opens his eyes, he sees vessel staring directly at him as he orders “swallow” to which you oblige.

pulling up from iii, your hair and makeup a mess, you give him a small kiss on the cheek. “you should walk in on us more often.”

[joethehoeee]

Stricklake Month week one: Myth/Technology

I finished it and man, I am exhausted. But here it is:

So it is just a short little animation kind of thing. It shows Barbara reading an old Book about Trolls and Changelings and finding a depicted of Walter...In a different way...

My link to the written Story for it.

It took me SO long to do all of that. Anyways, ig you wanna see a little more of creepy Troll Walt then let me know. I would enjoy writting my thoughts and process to his new form. Well anyways, closeup:

Yes I did wrote all of that on trollish...until I gave up. Translation:

Page 1: Stricklander + The winged devil

Page 3: Wings, claws, face, spikes, fangs, horns, eyes

Page 4: an evil and vile creature with claws bigger than swords and sharp tusk that rip through any skin with ease.

[neurotonic]

ok so, apparently I never posted THIS cutie patootie publicly. I kept telling myself I should post it but, well!! I forgor.

Anyways this is Crabicator, aka Crabby! Born from an idea where Fabricator realized Prism left some of her spare parts in her workshop. If Fabby was an outstanding Zoraxis employee (and she is. Or she's supposed to be.), she should've definitely thrown away those parts by now. Pointless scrap from an equally pointless engineer.

And somehow Fabby ends up with a mishmash of a robot in her workshop. More info about it below the cut because I rambled a bit HEH + some concept sketches on its design!

Crabby's functionality is a Bit limited when compared to Prism's dearest robots. It can't float properly and upgrades are a bit sparse. But Fabby did make some modifications to the kinesium core so that it doesn't have to overheat when it does a blasty blast. Also it Knows a little bit of bartending, but the only recipe it knows to make, like, properly is Water on the Rock. where the water is poured in a glass with one singular ice cube. And Fabby is very proud of it, thank you very much.

It also has jank memories of Prism's programming inside its head. It's barely comprehensible to it now, and it doesn't remember anything concrete. It makes Crabby wonder, sometimes, what Dr. Prism was really like. If she'd like to meet Crabby. Fabby doesn't seem to want to answer its questions about her.

Fabricator also claims it's a weapon of mass destruction but if we're being honest, she's just saying that so nobody in Zoraxis has a reason to throw it away. In reality crabby's like this:

also, some old concept sketches for different robot scrap combos, but the tripod crab won the baby vote.

also shout out to @the-valiant-valkyrie and @mothbeasts for giving me a hand in building this robuddy, no pun intended B)

[twilightakiishi]

FEED ON MY DESPERATION — C. TAKIISHI

cw: fluff. gn! reader. mention of sex but no sex. implied poly with endochika. synopsis: what romance looks like with takiishi; the first kiss you share and how he's grown fond of you without you really knowing. wc: 1.1k.

chika takiishi takes your breath away in the most mundane of moments. he doesn’t really understand it. 

when you’re standing near him and you catch a glimpse of the way the light reflects off his cheekbone and the curve of his upper lip, you get a quick side eye from him. he huffs under your stare that bores into him out of his peripheral. 

you just don’t look away. so he meets your gaze, expectantly. what do you want. 

a smile twitches at the corner of your lips. he’s learned to communicate more softly with you— still in a way that caters to someone who doesn’t care much for speaking, but with a newfound curiosity. it’s his own selfish desire to know why you are intrigued by him. interest is interest, you think. take it or leave it. 

slowly, you lift a hand to his jaw. his eyes follow it carefully, staying locked onto it for a few moments before his brow twitches, unsettling gaze once again falling on yours. 

your eyes flicker between his to gauge his reaction— chika isn’t so used to random displays of affection. it’s surprising that he even allows you to share his space. the last thing you want is to scare him off, and that means doing everything thoughtfully. however, sometimes, in an effort to give him time to adjust to something, you end up being brushed off by his impatience. 

a tense of his jaw and a twitch of his brow, and he’s turning his head, returning his attention to the broken clasp of his earring endo told him to stop touching an hour ago. (he breaks things in his impatience, whether he’s trying or not. it’s the reason it broke and the reason he can’t fix it.)

a lot of your relationship with takiishi is hit or miss. you are learning him as he is learning you. there is bound to be rejection. so you sigh, returning to your side of the couch and picking up your book, as both of you sit in each other’s company. it’s enough. 

the next morning, endo sweeps into the kitchen to say goodbye before heading to the gym. takiishi watches curiously from behind the counter as you reach out to pull endo’s face down to your level, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. you feel eyes burning into you as endo giggles, pulling away to give you a proper kiss. 

takiishi’s eye twitches, unbeknownst to you as he chews his waffle. he notices that the way you held his jaw the afternoon before is the exact way you hold endo now, but you waited much less time to lean in. as soon as endo is out the door, he pipes up. 

“you wanted to kiss me yesterday.”

you turn to face him. “i did.”

“you hesitated.”

“i wasn’t sure you would be comfortable with it.”

he blinks. “we have sex.”

you stifle a laugh. he isn’t intending to make a joke, and it’s all the more amusing to you. 

“yes, but a kiss is a different type of intimacy that i know you aren’t accustomed to. endo craves that kind of attention, so i don’t hesitate with him.”

he stares at you as he takes another bite. you can see the gears turning in his brain as he chews again. you sip your coffee and stare back, leaning against the counter as you wait for his response. it may never come. you know this. 

and then he stands, tendrils of hair swinging as he moves. the light streaming in from the kitchen window sets him aglow, little particles of dust in the air rising like embers around his figure. in two short strides, he’s in front of you, a lock of red and yellow loosely falling over his shoulder as he leans in.

his lips are syrup sweet and enticing, encouraging your tongue to glide over his bottom lip. you don’t see the way his own hand hesitates to come up to your jaw, but it does. with much less gentleness than you, but what matters is that it does. 

takiishi’s been mimicking you, you’ve noticed. in the way that a robot or an alien would collect data, he copies; tries to understand by following your lead before he decides it’s not exactly his style. so his fingertips trail down until his palm wraps around the base of your throat, thumb resting in the dip of your collarbone. you’re warm where his other fingers rest over your pulse, and he squeezes ever so slightly. 

chika’s found that his favorite part of physical affection is the feeling of another being alive. the sound of a beating heart, warm panted breaths, the steady thrum of pulse points scattered around your body. he especially enjoys when he is the source of these bodily responses, but he’s still getting used to you being the cause of them for him. 

he remembers the way it felt the first time his heart beat for you. 

his body betrayed him— gut writhing and skin broken out into goosebumps under a gaze with intensity that could rival his own. 

the day will never come that he’d admit it, and it took months for him to accept what it was. but it’s why he never kicks you out when you show up, lets you sit a few feet away from him while you both do your own thing. it’s why he even seeks you out on days that endo drives him up a wall— your presence is peaceful, comforting, welcomed. 

you’ve communicated so much to him without words, learning the complexities of him day by day. like the way you’re touching him now, the way you’ve discovered he likes— hands gently pressed to his lower back, because he feels caged in with arms around his neck and the distance between your bodies with a hand to his chest irks him. 

you nip at his bottom lip, sweet and sticky, remembering the way he recoiled the first time you ever tried it. the memory of his expression– completely bewildered, defenses up– flashes in your mind, and you can’t help but smile. the two of you have come so far since then; sharing a random kiss in the middle of the kitchen for the first time, partly initiated by chika. 

the thought increases your heart rate, and he notices the instant your breath grows more shallow. his calloused hand moves down to sweep over your chest, stilling at the sensation he’s grown so fond of. takiishi pulls back, taking in the way you pant through parted, glistening lips. 

“just do what you want.” like you always have. his hair covers his face when he turns away, murmuring his own declaration of love, “I don’t mind.”

dividers by cafekitsune ! <3

[fred-the-god]

I found one of my many many “character/fashion drawing books” that I loved as a kid, and looking through it I saw this fluttershy, and just. Something about it just, idk it just feels iconic. The pose and look on her face feels so off for her, the “I love pets” shirt/dress???? The shoes??? The pants?? And the animals. I honestly kinda vibed with the outfit (but it did need some interpretation ) there’s more ponies in this book, but none that stood out to me quite like this one. I just had to draw it

[ufohoaxes]

When You Get A Bite, Will You Tell Me How I Taste? for the Poolverine: Valentine's Day Mini-Bang

This fic was (also) done for @poolverinebangs for Valentine's Day! You can find the art directly here, and underneath the read more!

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies) Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 16,925 Be sure to read the tags!

Valentine's Day draws near, and both Wade and Logan have secret plans for each other, to show their love in different ways. When they meet up for dinner, and head back to the hotel room, Logan is in for a surprise when he wanders further in to see something quite unexpected. All he can do is sigh, shake his head, and laugh.

this was my first idea for this event (๑﹏๑//) a bit out there for sure, but i'm happy with how it turned out. though i swear i lost my mind a bit writing this. no worries, i didn't have much to begin with. be sure to leave comments, i love reading them ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ thanks for reading

the fic is below the read more, just in case yall don't wanna see the mild gore. it is such fantastic art, please look at it !!! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

[vulpine-spectacle]

GODS OF THE RISING SUN (Acacius/OFC)

by vulpine_spectacle

In the aftermath of Emperor Commodus' fall in the arena by the hands of Maximus Decimus Meridius, the state of Rome is left as fragile as a broken whisper. Aurelia, Commodus' only living child through his late wife Bruttia Crispina, falls into a state of danger. To secure the safety of her niece, Lucilla orchestrates for Aurelia to be safeguarded by the Temple of Vesta, under the esteemed and powerful Vestal Virgins; watchers of the eternal flame. Fourteen years have passed since the death of Commodus. Rome is now governed by the children of Severus Septimus, a pair of mad men driven by blood and their own desires. Emperor Geta has turned his eye to the Temple of Vesta. The people call his power into question; to have a daughter of Commodus as a bride would be a show of power. In an effort to protect her niece once more, Lucilla orchestrates a union of her own. Upon his return from a conquering campaign, Lucilla convinces General Marcus Acacius to request Aurelia as his bride. Torn from her temple and faith, Aurelia is forced to play the game of emperors and pawns once again. As a granddaughter of Marcus Aurelius, she is the rising sun over Rome.