#hopefully it's what you asked for??

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[moonchild9350]

Hello if you don’t mind can I request a story where Chan has been working out so much that during sex he rips your bra and panties but you guys don’t even notice until later when you’re looking for them so he pulls out his card and says “I’ll buy you more” when he notices that he ripped them😵‍💫

Hi! I don’t take requests for fics butttttt this is too good to completely brush away and has been plaguing my brain since I saw this in my inbox hehe

Chan has been working out more and you can definitely tell. when he playfully flexes for you, winking at you as you giggle at his silliness. When he moves things for you that are heavy. Or when he wears those tank tops that accentuates his arms, nice and toned and mouthwatering. But you’ve noticed his newfound strength in other ways too.

You’ve noticed his strength as he pins you to the door, slipping his fingers into your hot, wet cunt, stretching you out to get you ready for his cock. You’ve noticed how how he pins you down to the bed, and you can’t move as he pounds into your tight cunt. You’ve noticed when he insists on fucking you against the wall, his muscles flexing as he holds onto you, reaching that sweet spot over and over.

Chan however, doesn’t realize his own strength sometimes. You dont complain, so why should he tone it down? He’ll continue to hold you down so he can get a taste of your cunt. He’ll continue to pin your legs to your chest as he breeds your cunt over and over until he’s sure it takes (cause the thought of you swollen with his baby makes him go feral).

He definitely doesn’t realize his own strength as you both crash through the door, grabbing frantically at each other, trying to get rid of your clothes so you can feel each other without any barriers. Chan definitely doesn’t hear that rip, as he forcefully rips your new lingerie set off your body. The sound of clothe ripping goes unnoticed as the room is filled with your whimpers and moans, the torn fabric scattered across the floor forgotten. It’s only after he's fucked you dumb that you realize what has happened. You noticing your bra and panties torn to shreds on the floor.

You’re shocked at the sight, the threads slipping through your fingers as you try to pick them up. You look at Chan, showing him what’s he’s done. Chan blushes, as he didn’t realize he ruined your set of lingerie. He knew how excited you were to show him this set you recently bought and here it is completely torn, ruined. He didn’t mean to rip them off of you, he was just so caught up in the moment, his only thought being to slip his cock into your tight cunt as quick as possible and your bra and panties were just in the way, collateral damage per se.

He clears his throat as he runs his hand through his hair. Chan gets up from the bed and walks to his sweat pants that were thrown to the floor. Digging through the pockets he gets out his wallet taking out his credit card and holding it out to you.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll buy you another one. Hell, get as many as you want.”

You squeal and reach for his card, running to get dressed immediately so you can replace the damaged set. Maybe Chan working out more really does has its advantages.

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[swampthingking]

andrew’s definitely gotten in trouble with his pr manager for tweeting things along the lines of:

“no mania inducing medication will compare to the euphoria i will feel the day donald trump drops dead”

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

"nobody wants to work anymore" but a low paying casual retail job wants you to travel to a capital city you don't live in, which is a considerable distance and time travelled from you (when you actively have a branch of this shop in your LOCAL shopping centre, 15mins down the road); for a group interview assessment centre. they then make you CONGA LINE into the said group interview with party poppers and streamers. like ma'am. I don't care how "ironic hipster millennial and 90s nostalgia" and "life of the party" this brand is supposed to be. but I ain't conga lining into this interview like a fucking clown. fuck some hiring managers and HR depts, honestly.

[trashyshrew]

Hello! How about some lawlight cuddles (~˘▾˘)~ btw love your lawlight art <3

thank you - happy to be of service!

does this count?

[ilovejoll]

With j a uzie:3

JUZI WEDDING NO WAY

[rowrowronnie]

anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..

[brucewaynehater101]

do you have any gut wrenching ideas about dick and tim, especially with their shared backstory of meeting at the circus?

dick and tim both have their problems but their relationship in the comics is often very close and they mean so much to me. they are the brothers ever and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

ahem...anyways, clearly I personally have a lot of feelings about them but id love to hear your thought.

Hmm.... If you want gut-wrenching HCs about Tim and Dick being the brothers ever (with a special flare about their shared past)...

[Imma fuck around with canon]

Tim is stated to have a photographic/eidetic memory (not sure if it's specifically stated as such in canon). I think Dick lost most of his possessions between when his parents died and when Bruce picked him up. For both canon and our own sake, let's pretend there are no taped copies of the Graysons (Tim supposedly was only able to find out since he was there).

Therefore, Tim, with his memory and the photograph, is able to recall more about Dick's parents' faces than Dick is by the time they meet again eight or so years later.

Dick has memories of flying through the air with them, of warm hugs, and of soft melodies in their native tongue, but time has blurred their features.

This is why Tim goes out of his way to provide Dick with photos. Tim dislikes photos of himself being taken, but he never wants Dick to experience that feeling of loss and grief again. Tim takes photos of himself, the Titans, Dick, Alfred, Bruce, Barbara, and anyone else Dick considers important. Tim ensures he captures memories for Dick so that his older brother never has to forget.

Dick, in return, tries to make as many happy memories with Tim im return. He knows Tim is more likely to remember than not. He wants more of those moments to be filled with care, affection, and laughter instead of the downs vigilante life constantly brings. Even if Dick isn't really feeling it, he still tries for Tim

[attleboy]

how do u draw teefers like that

okay sticking the rest of my explanation under the cut because it's long but woooo mini-tutorial for cartoony teeth by someone who doesn't know how to explain things hope you're ready

things that i was too lazy add in but i think are still important:

NEVER be afraid to use references... if you can't figure out what you want, and googling stuff doesn't help, you can even go make faces at yourself in a mirror for a minute.

if you're not drawing in a realistic style, know when to add detail and know when to skip it. you don't usually need to outline each individual tooth unless the focus is on the mouth itself or you're going for a creepy effect... see the uncanny comment in the first slide

okay that's it uhhhh remember i'm not a professional? i just draw silly guys for fun don't take this as law or anything!!! have fun with it!!

[ladykeyleth]

↳ requested by jalenmara

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Commission || Discord Banners

For @skxtchyghost

!!For use by commissioner only!!

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[matchingbatbites]

Eddie only took the job because it was supposed to be fast, in and out in twenty minutes or so. He's glad that the Lord and his family are out for the evening, because the handle he'd discovered inside the vault and the secret door it triggered was far too interesting for him to not investigate. 

The half-elf is careful as he enters the room, checking for traps or alarms along the entryway, thankful that his magical heritage gives him the ability to see in the absence of light. The place seems to be full of magical items, with bookshelves and displays packed to the brim with books and artifacts. 

And on the far side of the room away from the collection, sitting on a bed and bound to the wall by a chain, is a young man who looks fucking terrified.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," Eddie says as he holds up his hands to show that they're empty, though he realizes that the other may not be able to see the way Eddie can. With a snap of his fingers several softly glowing orbs appear around the room, and the fear changes to surprise at the action. 

Eddie takes the chance to look at the boy as he blinks against the light suddenly filling the space, and woah. His heart skips a beat, because this must be the most beautiful person Eddie has ever seen in his life. 

He's around Eddie's age and clearly of Infernal descent, if the horns curling from his forehead and the tail Eddie can just see flicking behind him are any indication. But instead of the red-tone skin and near-black hair Eddie has seen on other tieflings, the young man has navy hair and powder blue skin dotted with deep blue beauty marks. He's wearing simple, loose clothing, and his eyes shine like gold coins in the light of Eddie's dancing lights, and the half-elf is instantly smitten. 

“My name is Eddie,” he says as he carefully steps closer. "Any chance you could tell me why Lord Harrington has a tiefling sealed away in a secret room?"

Golden eyes snap from the lights back to Eddie's face, and the other seems to study him for a moment before responding with a scratchy, unused voice. "Something about me being the 'physical evidence of our family's greatest shame.' Or something like that."

Eddie blinks, because- "Your family? You're… Lord Harrington's son?" 

The tiefling nods, and Eddie is absolutely bewildered. He’s lived in this town for years, and has never once heard of Lord Harrington having a son, only a daughter who is significantly younger than this person. Looking around the room, Eddie can see that it’s no better than a prison cell. 

The manacle attached to the boy’s wrist is bolted to the wall between the bed and the desk, and on the nearby surface are a pitcher and shallow basin, along with a drinking glass. A chamber pot sits on the floor, just within reach, and must either be cleaned often or enchanted because no smell comes from it.

Eddie can’t help the soft “How long have you been kept in here?” that escapes him, and the boy seems surprised by the concern in his voice. He watches as the tiefling pulls his knees to his chest, hears the chain rattle as he wraps his arms around them. A few locks of navy hair fall down into his face but he makes no move to fix it.

“Since my mother passed away. She was the one who convinced my father to let me at least roam the house, even though I wasn’t allowed outside. She died when I was twelve, and ever since, my father has kept me here.” He looks up then, gold eyes once again focusing on Eddie. “My mother called me Stephen.”

Eddie goes soft at the new information, and he moves over to stand next to the bed. “Stephen. Mind if I call you Steve?”

Stephen, Steve, shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Could you- Why are you here, Eddie?” 

And Eddie sighs. “Well, someone hired me to steal something from your father. I wasn’t expecting to find all of this,” he says, gesturing to the collection around him, then looks back at the other. “Or you.”

Steve's cheeks shift to a darker shade of blue, and Eddie is delighted to realize that the other is blushing. Steve waves his unchained hand around, motioning to the artifacts surrounding them. "Well, I’m sure the stuff in this room is valuable, father wouldn’t keep it hidden otherwise. Feel free to steal any of it as well.”

Eddie feels bold, can't help but ask “And what if I want to steal you?”

Steve's mouth opens in surprise, that blue blush going darker as he gives a soft “What?”

The half-elf moves closer and sits on the bed, just barely resisting the urge to touch the other. “You don’t deserve to be locked away, Steve. Your father is wrong to keep you here, you should be out in the world, living your life.”

He holds out a hand between them, an offering to this gorgeous stranger. "I'm a pretty good lockpick. I could have you out of that chain and this house in no time. Just say the word."

Steve takes a shaky inhale, he seems scared but curious as he asks a quiet "Where would I even go?"

Eddie shrugs a shoulder. "You can come with me, if you want. It's just me and my brother, Dustin, right now, but there's always room for one more."

Steve glances away, seeming to contemplate the offer, and Eddie would give anything to know exactly what he's thinking in this moment. He hopes that Steve says yes, that he lets Eddie take him away from this place, because Steve deserves to be free. He deserves to be in the outside world, to see the wonders of it, and more than anything, Eddie wants to be the one to show it to him.

It's not long before golden eyes snap back to chocolate brown, and Eddie's heart soars as Steve places his chained hand in Eddie's outstretched one. He aches when he sees the chafed skin of Steve's wrist, rough and raw from what's likely years of contact with the harsh metal. 

But Steve seems determined and ecstatic, his hand squeezing Eddie's as he says "Do it. Steal me, Eddie." 

And Eddie beams as he pulls out his lockpick kit. 

"With pleasure, Steve."

[clairenatural]

hey sorry to ask you but what is the destiel lamppost thing? if u know what it is

Hi anon!!! I wasn't ignoring you I just wanted to be able to sit down and type out the lore.

So "why lamp"/the destiel lamp thing starts with 15x10, The Heroes' Journey, in which Dean and Sam are stripped of the luck/protections that being written as protagonists gives them by Chuck (very meta) and Dean ends up needing cavities filled.

Garth gives him laughing gas for the procedure, during which Dean has a dream of a black and white 50s style dance sequence. It takes place in the bunker and while initially it's Dean dancing with Garth, eventually Garth leaves and Dean runs over to pick up a lamp from the corner of the room to dance with. Here's the whole thing:

But once it's Dean and the lamp, the dance becomes markedly more romantic - he's dancing with the lamp as a partner, not like the tap dancing he and Garth do side-by-side.

Also important to note that they're dancing to "Let's Misbehave," which is about sex and also was written by Cole Porter, who was gay. This is a really good breakdown of the dance itself, the significance of the song and Cole Porter and its connections to old queer Hollywood.

At the end of the episode, Dean sees Bess and Garth dancing in their living room through the window and says "You know, I always thought I could be a good dancer if I wanted to be."

This is pretty clearly associating the dream sequence, and Dean dancing with a lamp, as about Dean longing for a partner and therefore the lamp as a stand-in for that partner.

NOW. Meta was written as soon as this episode aired with people linking the lamp to Cas, and there has continued to be much better meta than I can write here - this one is in-depth and connects it to themes across the seasons and Dean's years-long character arc. "Cas is Lamp" even has its own superwiki page.

But besides all the normal meta deancas reasons and the fact that this comes at a time when Dean's character arc had been building both to him wanting to settle down with someone AND that someone being Cas (this is the episode right after The Trap and Dean's "I should have stopped you/of course I forgive you" prayer), Cas (and angels broadly) is associated with light and lamps throughout the series, perhaps most iconically in 4x16.

So, after 15x18, "the lamp thing" was something frequently cited and that we held onto as another thing they'd dropped alluding to (nay, ensuring - because they'd surely somehow have to wrap up Dean's own arc of wanting a partner to settle down with) a happy deancas endgame where Cas is rescued and they live happily ever after.

And then. 15x20 happened. And "why lamp" took off as part of a long list of "if they were just never going to mention Cas again, let alone resolve the confession or this very key part of Dean's story arc of wanting to settle down, why did they include [long list of things that make no sense with the ending we got]." Why lamp has become shorthand for a long list of missing links and loose ends and things that just don't add up. If deancas wasn't going to be the happy endgame, then why lamp. Why did they drop so many clues and work up to a very clear resolution for Dean's character arc if they were just going to drop it. Why lamp. It's one of those things that will haunt us because we will never get an answer. Okay grandma, let's get you to bed. But why lamp.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

he’s so endearing to me you don’t even understand

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