#how DO I tag this???

[peanutable]

[silverorchideon]

"I Could've Been Anyone, Anyone Else..."

I got back into Hermitcraft, got into the Life Series and, mildly disappointed in myself, YHS.

I made two fics (both in a series), and a playlist available on both Spotify and YouTube.

[jeongin-lvr]

Who said san

And changbin

And why didn't it happen sooner

And why not together

ohohohoho I was totally thinking ab writing a version with both boys &/&&2&3!!!! maybe something like….

San was your workout buddy— he’s been your workout buddy for years. But your boyfriend, Changbin, couldn’t really understand why. Why have another man as a partner for that when— hello —he was right here. Seeing the other man pick you up every morning to head to the gym when he was always ready to do so instead. It’s either you were completely oblivious or you loved to fuck with him like this. We you doing this on purpose?

It didn’t matter because he was still mad either way. So this time he insisted on joining you to the gym; he insisted that he would be a better gym partner anyway and that San wasn’t all that. You could practically smell the tension oozing off of him so you half-heartedly agreed and said that San would meet you two there instead this time. Changbin was grinning ear to ear as his plan ensued. Every motion flowing exactly as he wanted.

When the two of you got to the gym it was still cold out and the sun had barely risen, the gym itself, surprisingly, empty as you stepped inside. Changbin was elated— helping you set up. Wrapping his arms around yours and making you dizzy with his scent. He felt the way your breath shook and your eyes fell toward the entry door, patiently waiting for San. But the more you stared off the more annoyed he became. So Changbin did what he knew he did best— making sure that you faced away from the cameras —slipping his hands in the hem of your workout shorts. He almost laughed when he heard you gasp out a whine.

You were already sweaty from the minimal work you’d done on the equipment (can you tell I know nothing ab the gym not working out) and he could feel the droplets slip from your skin onto his. Your back pressed to his chest as you rested backward, sinking into his touch like a marble in sand. Your voice was so pretty when you told him to stop, what about the cameras?

Changbin didn’t care; that much was clear as he stuffed his hands in your panties, grinning when he felt your slick building up. You wished he didn’t have this effect on you.

He caressed your folds and pinched your clit, aching to feel more of you. His eyes fell to your sweaty chest, eyes lingering dangerously on your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of your sports bra. The sweat that accumulated along your collarbone making him hiss.

But wh-what about San? You had moaned as he stretched you out with two fingers, biting your lip and clinging to his arm with your sweaty palms. Changbin seethed out a groan, wishing you would shut the fuck up about that other man for once. He dared to fill you up with another finger, three stretching you out. You bit your lip and dug your nails into his skin. You’re always talking about San… enough. Don’t fucking utter his name… I don’t want to hear it.

His fingernails dug into your thigh as he gripped it tighter— carefully listening to your moans.

Changbin perked up when he heard the familiar clash of the doorway opening. The metallic cling alerting him that someone was entering the gym— and it was exactly who he hoped it was.

San came strutting in with an innocent smile, things already placed down as he adjusted his shirt and hair. He saw your silhouette, then Changbin’s and he was beaming, dimples showing. Until he saw the expression on your pretty face, drenched in sweat with cheeks as red as cherries. San’s eyes danced down your body, shocked at the way your back arched and your skin glowed. He sucked in a breath loudly when his eyes made contact with your stretched shorts— seeing Changbin’s hand stuffed down your pants. He was frozen and he didn’t know why but all he could think was how gorgeous you looked that way. He let out a meek sigh, immediately catching your attention, your lidded, lustful eyes falling on him.

He was about to step out, give you the privacy (if there was any before) you deserved. But that was before he saw you reach your shaky arm out toward him, whispering his name in a soft voice so sweet he swore he misheard. Sannie… San, please…

Changbin clicked his tongue, fucking his fingers into you harder than before. His eyes lingering up to the man across the room. It was silent apart from your wet cunt swallowing Changbin’s fingers. Then it wasn’t as you moaned the other man’s name again and again, holding your hand out desperately. And then San’d footsteps were echoing across the room alongside your voice, his eyes trained on you, wide-eyed and brown. You wanna moan his name so bad, don’t you? Slutty bitch… go on then, say it with your fucking chest. Changbin’s voice was ringing through your ear as your hands interlocked with San’s. The other man didn’t know what he was doing or why he didn’t run out the second he saw you like this. Displayed lewdly and moaning with droplets in your eyes.

But if you kept moaning his name like that he swore he’s cum in his pants.

San… stay here. Stay. So San nodded, kneeling between your spread thighs whilst doijg so. Placing his dizzying head on your inner thigh while holding your eye contact. He watched as you finished on Changbin’s digits, watching your face wash with ecstasy as you did so; he felt how your hand clutched his tighter and he wondered how he’d ever move on from this moment. Changbin pulled his fingers out of you, roughly dragging your shorts down to display it for the other man. San gawked in awe, mouth running dry at the pretty sight. Clean her up for me.

[teecupangel]

You know Desmond is really unlucky with how his bloodline like he got the Kenway drama and bad fathers genes from his from one side and the non-existent mother genes on Altaïr's side where instead if you flip them you get Desmond's father (whose name suddenly escapes me) dying while Desmond is young and Desmond either raised by his mother who might be better idk but it'd be hard to do worse than (insert des's dad's name here)

Uuuhhh… well, his mother’s personality has never been explored all that well.

The most we know of her, as far as I know, is that she had been worried and trying to find Desmond when he ran away and that she knew that her husband’s personality can be considered quite cold but she’s used to it and it’s from Assassin’s Creed Encyclopedia p182 (the White version):

“While William’s wife has always been able to deal with this emotional distance, young Desmond could not.”

This could either mean that it was a loveless marriage that may or may not have been amicable OR they had the kind of love where they didn’t need to show it to know that they love each other.

I personally believe that Desmond doesn’t hate his mother. Whenever he talks about her, there’s always this feeling of wistfulness in it. While we cannot be sure what kind of mother she was, it’s clear that Desmond cares for her in some way.

At the very least, he feels some kind of guilt for leaving her when he didn’t feel the same way for Bill.

So in this situation where Bill died while Desmond was young, there’s a higher chance of Desmond not leaving the Farm.

Of course, Bill’s death could easily change his wife and Desmond would now have to deal with a grieving mother who might want to finish Bill’s training.

The grief of losing her husband could just as easily turn to fear of losing her son and that fear would force her to push her son to work harder, to become stronger.

In turn, making her just as bad or even worse than Bill.

On the other hand, losing Bill could be the trigger that makes have a more active part in Desmond’s training with the fear of losing her son making her dote on Desmond more.

We can never be sure how one would react to the lost of someone they love after all.

But what if it had been a loveless marriage?

Then the most that would change would probably be his mother taking a more active role in his life.

So it really boils down to what kind of mother you would want Desmond to have.

The only limitation is that, no matter what kind of mother she is, she did not have the power or she directly didn’t intervene with how Bill treated Desmond.

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My go to ‘mother’ is usually one that’s cold towards Bill and only married and had a child with him because of it was her duty. Why? Because I like to add more drama to Desmond’s life.

She’s usually the one who give Desmond tips when he’s having trouble with training, being the one to teach him how to use fae lies and to close and open his hands to the timing of his slow breathing whenever he’s starting to panic.

She cares for Desmond and tries to be gentle with him but she has a heavy sense of duty to the Brotherhood as a descendant of the Ibn-La'Ahad and her complicated relationship with Bill and Bill’s focus on raising Desmond makes her a bit more distant than she or Desmond would have liked to each other.

When Desmond left, that’s when her carefully created mask of indifference fell apart and she tried to look for him desperately.

That kind of personality would have stepped up after Bill’s death and train Desmond the way she had been trained and the way she wished she had been trained.

In that kind of scenario, there’s a chance that Desmond would actually grow up to be more like Altaïr than the Desmond we all know and love.

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Personally, I think canonically Bill’s wife does love him (who may or may not have already died in the attack on the Farm if the way Bill sides away from Desmond's request to talk to her in AC3 was any indication). I just like writing her as having a complicated relationship with Bill and Desmond so Desmond inherits the Kenway family drama XD. (which can be seen a bit in The Shadow’s Endgame)

[storyweaverofgondor]

Cats Seasons

Don't you just love random bursts of inspiration? I had a lot of fun with this, experimenting with drawing animals and thinking up how to represent each of the seasons. I have to admit Autumn is my favorite.

(click to hopefully get a better look at all the detail i added to this bad boy)

[nixotinix]

Still workin on my next art post, so while we wait, how about I share some freaky fab facts about our fave boys! This is:

10 Fun Facts about Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde. All of these are canon and sources will be named!

Starting off with some rapid fire facts about the boys from the Monster High series by Lisi Harrison.

1: In the Monster High series by Lisi Harrison, Holt is instead called “DJ Hyde”.  Rather than DJ standing for “disk jockey”, as it usually does, he confirms that it stands for Dr. Jekyll. In addition, at first DJ Hyde is indistinguishable from Jackson visually, but partway through the second novel, DJ gets minor changes to his physical appearance- most notably, lighter hair and an eye colour change from hazel to blue.

2: In the Lisi Harrison series, Jackson canonically has anxiety and autism, believing that his blackouts are a cause of the former before figuring out about DJ.

3: The cause for the switch from Jackson to Holt has changed over the course of the series. In the Lisi Harrison novels, the cause is overheating. In Jackson’s diary, he discloses that the cause used to be sunrise/sunset- during the day, it’d be Jackson, and at night, it’d be Holt. Sometime around the age of 16, the switch changed to music with a 4/4 time signature played at 90 decibels or louder. The cause for the switch is expected to change one more time before he reaches adulthood.

4: Speaking of Jackson's diary, it's implied that Manny Taur was waiting for an opportunity to beat him up after Jackson stood up to him, but Holt said something to Manny that changed his mind. What exactly Holt said is unknown.

5: Jackson and Draculaura are next door neighbors. On at least one occasion, Jackson has joked about killing Dracula.

6: Jackson is a member of the Monster High Music Society.

7: Holt plays Skulltimate Roller Maze as an extracurricular and is on the MH team following the events of Friday Night Frights.

8: Holt is known to frequent a secluded spot near Epic Falls when working on his music. He sometimes stays there for days at a time.

9: Operetta and Holt once went on a date to a concert, but it was cut short when Holt started a fight with a gargoyle that bumped into Operetta, which subsequently got them kicked out.

10: Holt is one of only three characters in the Monster High Collection book to not have exact names listed for his best friends (BFF/GFF). The other two are Clawd and Clawdia Wolf.

And that's all! Hope you enjoyed!

--Sources---

Lisi Harrison novels: 1, 2, 3

Jackson Jekyll's Basic Diary: 3, 4

Draculaura's Basic Diary: 5

Monster High Collection Book: 6, 7, 10

Monster High Official Tumblr: 8

Holt Hyde's Basic Diary: 9

[bilandi-shmandi]

My sister just made a mozzarella block carving of Lightning McQueen

[k3ntarou]

Childhood friend kenma who often comes to your house to play games while you do your stuff, saying that his house is too noisy or your couch is more comfortable.

Kenma who can't help but have filthy thoughts about his bestfriend especially when she comes out of the shower and just plops next to him asking what games is he playing.

Kenma who can feel your soft skin on his and your smell is intoxicating

Kenma who can't take it any longer and goes to the bathroom only to search for your used panties and sniff them, lick them while fistinv his cock.

😩😩 I am unwell

oh oh oh some of my favorite tropes mixed together 🥺

— cw: panty thief!kenma, masturbation, exhibitionism, he does it all behind readers back (noncon? dubcon? no idea)

childhood bestie!kenma who tries his very best to stay as unfazed and nonchalant as possible, yet always takes another used pair of underwear from your laundry basket before he leaves your apartment, simply because he physically can't cum anymore without the scent of your pretty pussy. 🥺

childhood bestie!kenma who can't stop thinking about just pulling your pretty bathrobe to the side and take one of your perfect tits into his mouth as he buries two of his slim fingers in your cunt because you just won't stop inching closer to him on the couch every after shower you take.

childhood bestie!kenma who knows his thoughts and actions are wrong because you're his dearest, longest and best friend – and the love of his life – but if it's so wrong why does it feel so good whenever he wraps your pretty panties around his pulsating cock before he starts stroking all while thinking about you and your sweet holes.

childhood bestie!kenma who is struggling to hide his hard ons whenever you're walking around in those flimsy camisoles you bought yourself to feel sexier for nobody but yourself. he loves the way you seem so confident, so sure about yourself – he's so proud of you. yet he also despises them because not a day goes by where he buries his face in his arm to muffle his deep grunts as he fucks his fist like a horny teenager.

and childhood bestie!kenma who loses his mind when he realises you've noticed his change in demeanor because instead of wearing your robe after your shower, you decide to opt for a teeny tiny towel which barely covers anything, before you come to sit next to him - as usual - only to push his hand in between your legs and finally have his dreams become reality 🥺

[charxan]

Hi Char sorry. Sleep deprived and stupid. Had an unbelievably funny ship doodle request

The. Yknow the guys from the Genghis Khan music video. The enemies to lovers speedrun with dancing. Yeah you should draw those guys

hey ink, who are these guys??? what did any of that music video mean?? here's you request!

[haveievermentioned]

Hey everyone! Spam bots are evolving. Their names are now two hyphenated words. They have minorly edited the backgrounds too. They still use "sexy girl" imagery, no titles, and no posts so watch out for that.

[ryukiki]

Anyone ever thought about an inhuman creature pretending to be human thats a ballerina? Like someThing that's just Not Quite Right and just a little Too bendy. Or maybe like. Its hanging out around humans and contorts its "body" into something almost impossible for someone to do without injury but all of the humans its around are ballerinas and they're like "holy shit youre so flexible! I can only-" and does something almost the same and then it starts going to ballet or something. Theres comedy potential in this guys. Ballerinas are like cryptids to me. This is in a good way btw like its incredible. The way that ballerinas that start early in life literally have different fucking bones than non-dancers... their feet literally breaking and healing and rebreaking. Something about that could totally be used in like a sort of horror thing. Or maybe like a horror comedy. Fuck, man, I don't know, I just admire ballerinas. Dancers in general. Inhuman in the way an angel is, okay?

[twotangledsisters]

How NOT to die

My art reflecting my mental state as I realise I haven't taken my second dose of painkillers for the day XD

[hollowsart]

Folivora dnd race lore in my mind cuz I can't stop thinking about it now and feel like people could enjoy this!

(I love sloths, so I felt it right to do some justice to this fun homebrew dnd race I only JUST recently learned about!!)

(also feel free to add onto & build off from this if you'd like):

- Written historical documents written by Folivorans states there was once a special tree their ancestors came across. The grooves within the bark would pulse and glow. Plant life flourished around it. The first few who ate the leaves from the tree were gifted a higher intelligence and a higher sentience. The tree was revered by the newly enlightened Folivorans and guarded and tended to with care. As the centuries went on, the Folivorans would gradually evolve, becoming more humanoid, walking on their hind legs and carrying themselves on land. These documents were inscribed on wood sheets with their claws.

- There is a special tree within the center of Folivora society, this is the tree spoken about in the historical documents. Any newly born Folivorans will be fed a leaf from the tree until they reach 5 years of age. This is merely ritual by the modern age, the first Folivora peoples had absorbed all the magic and knowledge bestowed upon them and passed it down to their descending generations.

- Folivora resemble sloths, having descended from them originally. Arms nearly as long as their bodies from the neck down, short legs, mildly long necks which can swivel their heads around 270 degrees. They vary in appearance, looking like either a 3-toed with a mask, or a 2-toed with 1 less finger/claw on their hands. When fully grown they can be between 3-4 feet. With bodies covered in fur which can come in a range from light tan, dark brown, and even grey, the fur is prone to growing algae, giving the fur a greenish tint. They mate for life and although compatible with a fair number of other races, they can't reproduce with any race outside their own. And it's uncommon/rare for a Folivoran to mate with a different race.

- Folivora mating behaviors can be quite unique, especially for the women. Eliciting short but loud squeaks and squeals that the men find appealing and is of a single note. It can be a very flustering and embarrassing time for female Forivolans. The squeaks escaping them when they find they have caught feelings. It is often involuntary and comes and goes. It usually goes away as soon as they've.. well. Some don't experience this, however. Uncommon, but it's been documented within their history that there are some who just don't experience that, not making a sound and finding it difficult to find a mate or just not being interested in finding or having one. A few have even been noted to squeak when with cherished friends.

- Folivora live within homes built into trees, bridges of wood and vines connects their homes and trees. Nests of grass and inedible leaves are where they sleep. They have a rather rich society and love to decorate their hair and fur with flora accessories. Used vines to create a wide number of things they use in their everyday lives; Bags, bridges, as ropes, belts, hair ties, and more.

- The leaves of the tree at the center of their very civilization had granted them a bit of magic. Allowing them to spread and carry the ability to bring life to almost any plant. It's not much by default, but with practice and training, they can achieve some pretty impressive feats of influence upon the nature that surrounds them. This magic can also be seen in a warm green glow in their fur as they sleep. It can be seen during the day, but is most clear at night, seeing the swirls & patterns that dance in their fur.

- They're a rather peaceful race, very kid and welcoming, but if necessary they can devise up some traps and plans to protect and ward off any threats. They feed mostly on leaves, but they will also feast of fruits and veggies. As a treat they can't help but seek out the joys of berries and especially hibiscus flowers which are hard to come by within their forest location. They'll more than gladly barter and trade for those flowers.

- While sloths are their ancestors, they are considerably faster and capable of quicker, swifter movements. Still a bit slow compared to others, they make up for it with their claws and teeth which had not changed at all from centuries before (only gaining some extra teeth to aid in proper speech which developed rather quickly). They have a powerful bite and a swipe from their claws is nearly as dangerous as a blade or spear. They take care to maintain the health and growth of their teeth and claws.

- Due to their appetite and the biology of their teeth, much like sloths, Folivora are known to have blacked fangs. Young Folivora tend to have white teeth, but over time they may darken. The older the Folivora the darker and more black their fangs may get. This poses no real issues, however, but does cause a bit of lingering poisonous damage to any threats they bite. A bite from them is easy to get infected, causing the damage to weaken the enemy and make them very ill for quite some time if left untreated.

- Folivora love to spend their free time partaking within the various acts and forms of art, feast, or rest. Usually they require a fair bit of rest after performing any extended powerful magic. Expending too much energy requires a temporary period of deep rest for any creature or race, but especially for the Folivora.

[pokeconspiracy]

Musharna Malice! Someone else’s dream. …nightmare? It’s hard to tell.

~~~

You wake up. The world is blocky, no curves at all. This doesn’t seem strange to dream you, for some reason.

Dream you doesn’t have a name. They don’t remember it and they haven’t needed it, since the fall.

Somehow, you access your “inventory”, as dream you called it, and, where your things would normally be, every item in this entire world seems to be accessible, acquirable with a touch.

It’s going to be one of those.

You close your inventory and lift into the air by jumping twice. You are flying, something dream you knows they can normally do when this happens.

Normally, you’d build something in these dreams, but dream you doesn’t feel like it. It’s just going to disappear, why even try?

So you fly even higher. Maybe you could reach the top of the world.

You fly upwards for ages. You haven’t seen the ground for a while. Everything is a light blue, and the sky seems to have no intention of ending anytime soon.

Dream you gives up. They stop flying, and fall, fall, fall… until they are on the ground. This doesn’t hurt, strangely.

Dream you decides to try to walk to the other side of the world instead.

The dream seems to *blip* through this, but dream you knows that you have travelled a great distance.

Stopping you from going any further is a glowing blue barrier of light. It seems as tall as the sky and as wide as it, too.

I can’t escape. I can’t go back home. Dream you thinks.

Dream you feels more alone than ever before.

~~~

HOLY SHIT.

Uhh, well, I thought they were joking when Musharna Malice actually sends nightmares, but now I know, I guess.

[all-lars-bars]

What would happen if the Shape Shifter shifted into Bill during Weirdmageddon? Like would it just implode or something or would it turn into a Bill vs. Bill face off?

[justp34chy]

I dub this escapade: The Toy Chainsaw Chronicles

Batteries didn't work so I cracked it open to see whats wrong

The 2 buttons have metal plates on the bottom and when they both touch the rod it makes a complete circuit! Sending the power from the battery pack through the rod and wires to a motor in the black box making the weird rubber chain spin!

Ain't that neat?

I eventually got it working!!!! The motor was indeed all gunked up