#hopefully you like it

[cod-dump]

got any dragon!ghost and werewolf!soap headcanons? for fic research purposes, of course

I have very particular lore for dragons and werewolves (lycanthrope in general) so I don't know if you'll use them for your fic but I'll leave that up to you

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A run down of my lore:

Dragons are incredibly powerful magic users. They use their magic to shapeshift into a mortal form (usually a human-like form but not always). Unlike any human magic users, dragons don't need a power source or a conductor (like a wand) to perform spells. There are two groups of dragons, the Mun and the Arcane.

The Mun are your classic giant, flying lizards while the Arcane are not what you would look at and immediately recognize them as a dragon. The Mun are are more adept in physical combat and destructive magic while the Arcane are more adept in spellwork (though they can be just as devastating in a fight like a Mun).

The Mun are the ones most commonly interacting with non dragons, going out into the mortal world. The Arcane are rarely seen out of their kingdom among floating islands and mountains in their home realm.

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Lycan come in many shapes and forms. The gift of lycanthropy can be hereditary or given to someone through a short ritual (the lycan has the person drink their blood). Some bloodlines result in stronger lycan. The families in these bloodlines tend to be very proud of their heritage and big on staying true to one form. Wolf lycan with wolf lycan, bear lycan with bear lycan and so on.

Hybrids are possible and do exist. They're usually outcasts from lycan that share a true form. Anyone gifted lycanthropy from a hybrid are said to have unstable forms but no one really knows if that's true.

The matter of changing during a full moon is very real. All lycan are forced into their beastly forms during this time but this is not the only time they can change their forms. Lycan from long bloodlines have adept control of changing their forms while lycan outside of these bloodlines may not be able to change their forms as frequently as they would like.

(Lycan are not very strong magic users and are capable of doing basic spells with the aid of a conductor but outside of that they're not much good)

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Ghost, like all dragons, is very adept in magic. Due to his mortal form being near identical to an average human, Ghost is able to hide amongst humans as a magic user rather than a dragon. Due to Ghost never changing into his true form, no one knows what he looks like. He can easily have two lives, one as a man and one as a dragon, and no one knows. Ghost doesn't really have a life outside of 141 due to dragons not being very welcomed into society. This has lead to him contemplating returning to his home realm (which he has almost done several times).

(I like the idea of him as a Arcane but Mun works too)

Soap is a lycan and is loud and proud about it. He's very in control of changing his form whenever (his mohawk stays when he changes) and uses that ability when on missions. He has a pack instinct and bonds with the members of his team and becomes very protective over them. After joining 141, Soap found himself lonely because those he pack bonded with aren't with him. After taking out Hassan, Soap bonds with Ghost, making him a part of his new pack.

(Personally, I like the idea of Soap not being a 'true form' lycan but either someone from a short bloodline, a hybrid, or someone who was changed into one)

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[micahthemoon]

November 22 2023

Today will be forever be known as t-day!! (Inspired by birth day or b day).

I filmed this video 200 meters away from the clinic since I was so happily overwhelmed.

Here is the bastard:

I feel like Jere with the vog-u-e magazine rn xD

I was so close to buy myself some candy to celebrate my t-day (instead of birth day xD) yet instead I found this 🥹🦭⚡️

[ahkylous]

Hello Ahkylous, I hope you are well, I have seen that you make a Request and I still hope that you did not leave it since I am looking for a Request for a fusion of Hilda and David from Season 3 of Hilda in an AU of mine that I am inventing for the only thing that I What I ask about the fusion is that it has the eyes of the two young people in Hilda, which is on the left and David's on the right and that it has no extra limbs, only two arms, two legs and a mouth. I hope you answer me and if you still do Request.

sorry this took me forever, been having a hard time finding motivation recently

[this-is-moony-lovegood]

Cool

Christopher doesn’t know how the conversation got here. One moment they’re all having dinner at Buck’s while talking about his dad and Buck’s jobs as firefighters, the next Natalia is bringing up how Buck getting struck by lightning on a call – Buck dying – is ‘cool’. Cool . She smiles as she says it, a grin stretching across her face. It’s the same look of wonder that Chris gets when Buck is telling him about his latest deep dive on Wikipedia. But right now, Chris’s face is far from that. And so is his dad’s. 

There’s a clatter next to him as Eddie drops his fork onto his nearly empty plate. He’s gone completely rigid, mouth slightly agape as he stares directly at the death doula – end-of-life doula, Buck had corrected. “Did you just... did you just call Buck’s death... cool ?” His dad says voice barely above a whisper. Chris feels like all the air is being sucked out of the room as if they're in a vacuum - Buck taught him that. Everything is silent, including Buck. Which Chris knows is far from normal.

It feels like forever until Natalia speaks, “It’s just… the experience. It’s like no other. How many people get to say they’ve died and live to tell the tale? It’s fascinating-”

Eddie raises his hand, effectively cutting off her explanation. “Excuse me, I… I just need a minute.” He rises to get out of his chair, and Chris immediately grabs his dad’s hand, squeezing it quickly. “I’m fine, buddy. I’ll be back.” He says, but Chris can see right through him. 

He knows how hard Buck’s death hit his dad. He saw the tears that he tried to hide when they were at Buck’s bedside. Felt the quiet sobs radiate through his chest as Chris clung to him in bed those nights Buck was in a coma. His mouth might be curled in a smile, but his eyes were already glossing over. Unshed tears willing themselves to break free. He wishes Eddie hadn’t let go of his hand so soon. He would’ve squeezed it again just to let him know he can be there for him, just like he is for Chris.

Eddie pushes his chair in and makes a beeline for Buck’s balcony, shutting the door behind him. From his seat at the table, he can see his dad leaning against the railing against his elbows, head ducked. He recognizes the heavy rise and fall of his chest. It’s a technique that Frank had taught him, one where he’s focusing on his breathing - in an attempt to stop a panic attack. He’s seen Eddie do this a few times before, less often now than in the heat of his regular therapy days. 

Most recently he saw it the night Buck was struck. Eddie had started to lose it just trying to tell Chris what happened and had to pause to catch his breath. Chris had been terrified. The only words that Eddie had gotten out were, “ It’s Buck… he’s…he’s in the hospital… I don’t know… ” He’d sunk to the floor of Chris’s bedroom, back against the bed, head between his knees. Chris’s heart had dropped down into his stomach that night, as he slid to the floor in front of his dad. He gripped his hands tightly, trying to soothe him as his brain begged for answers. “ It’s going to be okay, Dad. ” He’d reassured him, even though he had no idea if it was true. 

He’d said the same thing to Buck a few years back when he’d come to him about his dad getting shot. At least Buck had made it through the speech before the breakdown. The fear he had for his dad after the shooting had been quickly resolved with one text from Bobby. For Buck though… there had been no answers. All Chris could do at that moment was hold his dad. It wasn’t his turn to break. That would come later. His dad needed that moment to collect himself. Just like he needed this one.

Chris turns to look at Buck, noticing that he too, is watching Eddie out on the balcony, his face bathed with worry. “You should go talk to him,” Chris suggests, drawing Buck’s attention. “I know he said he needed a minute, but he really shouldn’t be alone.” As if his dad could ever truly be alone with Buck by his side.

With a shaky breath, Buck replies, “You’re right, bud.” He pushes his chair back, standing up and giving Natalia’s shoulder a comforting squeeze - as if she is the one that needs comforting right now. Chris can feel the annoyance flowing through his bones. “Are you okay to be here with Natalia for a few minutes?” Buck asks him softly. If he’s being honest, he’d rather be anywhere else than with her - someone who thinks Buck’s death is cool. But he also knows if he tells Buck this that he’ll stay. No, he can’t stay. His dad needs Buck right now more than he does. He can stick it out for a few minutes with her. Anything for his dad.

He nods. “It’s fine, Buck. I’m sure Natalia and I can find something to talk about while you’re gone.” Chris says innocently enough, although when his eyes flash to Natalia, he can see her swallow nervously.

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[tzwheezy]

I tried man 💀

I tried to draw one of my favorite artists Oc, I like how I made the Oc but the rest sucks man

@vivisockless s oc

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Hi just wanted to let you know I just got a notification on my email of your new fic and my reaction was to squeak and go "omg omg omg" on repeat 😆 can't wait to read it

Ahhhhhhhhhh! Thank you! I'm so excited! First day of my Advent Month is here! Slytherin Harry and he can see auras (sort of). Hopefully you like it!

The Act of Healing

[wonchswife]

Hello : ) may I request a neuller story about them training for penalties together please 🙏

@acrazybayernfan Not Sure if I needed to tag you but am doing so I know you've seen it!

Hopefully it's what you wanted.

Nothing explicit but implied. Enjoy!

The little bit of German in there means angel.

Manuel watched as Thomas juggled the ball. They had arrived early to Säbener Straße , Manuel asking for his help in his penalty saving. Manuel was still upset with himself for conceding the second penalty in Sunday’s game. Before they got out the door, Thomas had made a deal with him, for every penalty he saved, he would give Manuel a kiss. If he saved better than half, then Thomas would be his any way Manuel wanted him. The thought of Thomas stretched out under him was plenty of motivation. Normally impatient, Manuel rarely got the chance to just worship his husband. With his gloves securely on, he whistled to Thomas to get his attention. With a thumbs up, Thomas made his way over to the goal.

“How many?”

Manuel looked at his phone, training didn’t start for another half hour.

“10?”

Thomas nodded. Dropping the ball on the marker, Thomas lined up. Even though it was just training the adrenaline spike was still present. Watching Thomas’ body as he lined up for the shot, Manuel easily saved the first one, knowing his normal technique. Manuel went to throw the ball back but Thomas jogged over to him.

“Just a simple one. Gotta keep your focus.”

A simple kiss to his lips, then back to his spot. Manuel judged the flight of the second on wrong and it went in low. Thomas accepted the ball back by way of a throw. Three and four were saved and rewarded with a few more pecks, another one on the lips, and one on his cheek. Number five went in high and to the left, Manuel not quite able to reach it. Six, Thomas drove low, fast and to the right, which Manuel was able to kick clear. His reward for that save was Thomas undoing the velcro on his right glove and kissing his wrist. Seven, Thomas kicked over the bar. Both men watched the ball as it landed near the gym building. Manuel threw another ball forward, which Thomas brought down with his chest. Eight hit the crossbar which Manuel rushed out to save. He caught it just as Thomas came forward for the follow up. Stopping short of colliding, they grinned at each other.

“Ball down, Engel.”

Manuel felt his body respond to the heat found in Thomas’ eyes. With their eyes still locked, Thomas brought his left hand up. Undoing the strap, he brought Manuel’s wrist to his mouth. The simple press of his lips shouldn’t have felt as errotic as it did but Manuel had to bite back a moan.

Tangle his still gloved hand as best he could in Thomas’ hair,

“How much time before practice starts?”

Thomas looked at his watch before pulling Manuel into a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled briefly before Thomas pulled away.

“Not enough time for sex but come on, I’ll blow you in the bathroom.”

Thomas pulled Manuel towards the gym, intent on doing just that.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Fluffynightkiller but it's a Romcom triangle

I told you I'd do it myself.

Did I do it well? Heh not reallllllly

Buttt my point still stands! Rom com story plot where they all end up together please.

Original nightmare by jokublog

Original killer belongs to rahafwabas

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

[most-ment]

S.P

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[therelentless]

VASCO & NANDOR;;               ↳ { @seeasunset }

[yumichikah]

icon pls~? 👉👈

Send me "icon pls" and I'll make a silly little icon base for your muse!

-- Here is Noburu posing for the Rangiku themed base!

[perfectlyyoungtimetravel]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY INK SANS!!

Hello guys I'm new to Tumblr and I have painted this for about a week or two but It was worth it hehe (I'm still a beginner)

Materials: Acrylic paint,oil paints,pens and markers

Thank you @comyet for inspiring me to become an artist and for creating this chaotic neutral 😁

Credits to:@comyet and @under-top

Lots of love from Serbia

[livycheshire]

❄️~°• Arctic's heart •°~❄️

❄️~part 4~❄️

Synopsis:

When Red thought her day couldn't get any better, she's faced with expulsion, until she finds out she has a package that's going to change her life.

Disclaimer: I do not own happy tree friends, I have made this au with the help of @thetravelerstale, I do not own Flippy, Flakey, Flipqy or Tiger general, I only gave them last names and first names for the storyline, everything else, plotline and other characters belong to me.

Warning: mild language, time skip and pov changes

~°no one's POV°~

A week later, it was a Tuesday. Red was walking towards the classroom buildings in the early hours of the morning, humming softly as she had her headphones in her ears, as she basked in the morning dew, and humidity. While the sun was slowly waking from the East. Red sighed to herself "thank God, I don't have to deal with her anymore… wait… did he even post it?" She thought aloud, before sighing and shaking her head.

"What does it even matter?" She said as she continued on her way, humming softly to a song stuck in her head.

She looks at the sky, watching as the birds fly overhead, chirping a morning tune as they sing together. Smiling softly as she saw one of the birds fly into a nest, as small chirps can be heard. As a mama bird, feeds her babies.

She smiles and walks by, holding her book bag And closing her eyes, lifting her head a bit, as the morning rays of light, brighten her skin, warming her in the cool fall air. She sighed happily as her short tail swayed slightly. Before she got to thinking.

'If it's true… What will happen when I leave? Of course the obvious thing is I'll be leaving behind Justin and a degree that I'll never be able to get, but it's all for the greater good.' she thought, sighing in a melancholy way. Before opening her eyes once more and freezing in her tracks as she saw Marie and her flock.

'ohhh boy… maybe I can avoid her if I just ignore her and move on.' she thought as she tried to quietly sneak past the group of girls. Keyword, tired.

"OMG! Red!" Red froze once more at Marie's voice, as said woman giggled sweetly and walked towards the girl, as she sighs internally in dismay.

'damn it…' Red thought before looking at the feline and gave her her best fake smile. "H-hi Marie." She said through gritted teeth, as Marie smiles.

"We're going to the club again, would you like to come? Maybe we can meet that hunk of a man you found last month" she smirks as her friends surround the poor girl.

"No, not this time… I'm staying away from that. I'm not going to make the same mistake again." Red said confidently, before it dwindled seeing Marie's face turn sour.

"Red~" Marie warned as she giggled "I'm not getting any younger honey, so here's what's going to happen~" she hummed, giggling more. Before her claws come out, causing Red to flinch back.

"You're going to tell me where that man is so I can get My fill. Besides, who would love a washed up bitch like you huh? A weak, useless whore like you." Marie growled out, as Red tried to back up, only to get pushed to the ground.

However, Red growled out "I'm the whore?" She said softly, disbelief and anger clouding her mind as her face scrunched fiercely. "I'M THE WHORE?! Well maybe you should look in a mirror for once!!" Red screamed out in a rage as she got up and made eye contact with Marie. Of course, attracting others' attention.

"Oh if I had a penny for every guy you'd slept with, I'd be rich! And the irony in the sentence you had just sprouted shows how much of a bitch you are!!" Red shouted, causing the people around them to 'oooh' at what Red said. Causing Marie to scowl, but before she could say anything, Red continued.

"Let's also not forget that you also slept with the entire freaking college football team!! And not only that but the entire college staff! If anything the list goes on and on! You, Marie, are the biggest whore out there!!" She growled out, her quills flared and her face red with anger. Shocking everyone, including Marie.

"I hope you get expelled, Marie, because you are using college to run Daddy's money to the ground…" Red growled, before walking away with her head down, as everyone quickly moved out of her way, as she headed to class.

It's then that she started texting Justin. Before she put her phone away, just as everyone's phones started going off.

When Red got into the classroom, she stopped to see Hana and the headmaster.

Both people stopped their conversation and looked at her. "Ah, Ms. Sinclair." The headmaster said to Red with his arms in front of him, as he looked down at his phone. "So nice of you to join us" he says before turning his attention towards Red, as she gulps and straightens up "h-hello s-sir… I'm so sorry I didn't realize-" "realize that me and your professor were in a meeting? Yes, I can clearly see why." He cuts her off as Red looks down, while he continues on.

"Ms. Sinclair, we have a very strict policy on this, that could lead to suspension or expulsion." He stated, but his words cut through Red like a knife, causing her eyes to widen, panic, settling in her stomach.

"But, from what happened just minutes ago… I came to a conclusion." The headmaster said, as Red gulped in fear "a-and th-that is?" She inquired softly, shaking lightly as she waited for his answer.

"Well, since Ms. Marie hasn't been improving in this class, I'd figure she's been causing trouble. But that display between you both leads to no resolution for Both of you. After this day, I suggest you both pack up and head back home" the headmaster says, causing Red to shake her head "but sir please! I-i need this degree! It's the only promise I made to my mother!" She said, Her voice raising unintentionally as her worry started getting to her.

"Then I suggest you show that, otherwise I'll expell you both!" The headmaster says harshly, causing Red to flinch backwards and her quills to lower as she looks down "yes, Sir." "And-" the headmaster continued "should any more problems arise, see yourself out of my college, understand?" He questioned as Red nodded, before giving him a small 'yes, Sir.'

With that he gave a curt dismissal nod, as Red, heads to her desk and sits down, just as every one of her classmates start to filter in. she sighs and looks down at her desk, avoiding any eye contact with anyone.

'Yep definitely the worst day…' she sighs softly, before paying attention to the class.

~•Time Skip•~

After class was over, Red sighs, rubbing her temple as she walks back to her dorm. Trying to dispel the growing headache she was experiencing. "God, did I not drink enough water yesterday?" She thought aloud.

"No, because I had a whole water bottle, and then another thing of water…" she stopped to think "now that I think about it I have been getting dehydrated a lot more lately… but it's probably because…" she paused "because…" she repeated, but her mind drew a blank.

"Why can't I think of anything? I mean sure it could have been because I've been sick, but even then, Justin always made sure I was fine and always drinking water…" Red sighs and looks down "plus I really don't want to go to the hospital…  not after…" a seldom fell over her face, as she shakes her head.

"No, no, no. Don't think about that." She slapped her cheeks a few times, before sighing. "Let's just get back and take a nap… I'm socially drained." She huffs as she continues walking.

After a while, when Red made it to her dorm, she was exhausted. Panting and puffing from the slight exhaustion, before shaking her head and opening the door, sluggishly walking in and shutting the door.

She sighed and flops on the couch groaning, "my feet hurt, head hurts, and everything hurts" she huffs and closes her eyes, her face scrunched into a light scowl. "Officially the worst day ever…" she sighs as her small ears flatten against her head.

Justin looks at her and tilts his head, "I'm telling you, it could have been a false negative. Plus we can head to the hospi-" he jumped as Red looked straight at him shouting "NO!" Before she flops her head back down.

"I hate hospitals, always have, always will" she huffs and sighs before flopping her head back onto the couch "i-i don't know… I'm sorry, Justin but hospitals scare me…"

"Well, I know a place that does ultrasounds, with accurate readings and stuff, but we can take another test, just to be sure." Justin smiles softly before getting up from his desk and going towards her, before crouching down beside her.

"I just want to make sure you're safe Red, college is a stressful place, and from reading up on pregnancies, stress is bad for the baby" he said as he laid his head on her arm "so come on, just this once."

Red sighs "fine, but still, I don't know if I'll keep it. I mean, I don't want to raise it alone but I don't want to put it up for adoption or worse…" she looks down.

Justin sighs before hugging her tightly "look, I'll help you through this. If you don't want to raise it, then I will… but it's all your decision." He says rubbing her back as she snuggles him. "Why does it feel like the world is out to get me?"

"Because, it happens at our lowest… when no one else is there to lift us up." He says before sighing and smiling, "but that's why I'm here Red, to help you." He says pulling away a bit and lifting her chin, as she smiles slightly.

"Thanks Justin." He smiles widely "no problem."

~•°time skip°•~

~°Red's POV°~

I sighed, fiddling with my hands as My nerves were through the roof. 'What if I really am pregnant? What if I'm not a good mother? What if-? what if-?!' "Red!" "Gah-!" I yelped as Justin called out my name, making my quills spring up in a panic as I breathed heavily, completely forgetting he came with me.

I looked at him as he crouched in front of me, staring back at me. "Hey, it's going to be ok." He said rubbing my knee in a comforting way as I sighed and nodded. "Ok" I say, as I lean back in my chair and look at the pale ceilings.

A few minutes go by, before we're finally called back, by his mother. A woman who treats me as her own. And my doctor at the moment.

"Alright, let's get this started." She said before instructing me on what to do, before she puts the gel on me, causing me to shiver slightly.

As I looked towards the screen, I was starting to get nervous, but then… we see it.

I gasped, as I stared at the screen with wide eyes.

"I-i'm…" I stutter in disbelief.

"Oh, Red…" Justin trails off, as he hugs me tightly. As I start to tear up.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[edwardbonnets]

how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide

bonus:

[oifaaa]

Fun new game I'm playing while watching the new Percy Jackson show called "Was this actually different in the books or is my memory just shit"