#i really love this idea

[kii0mi]

Zombie Au

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TRIGGER WARNING! There’s some blood on the drawing, very little and no injuries, but thought I’d put a warning anyways

I’ve been playing around with a half zombie!Danny, didn’t think I’d love this idea so much but it’s really fun! This is the design I’ve thought of for Danny, and I plan on at least making a reference page for the designs of the human!ancients. Clockwork, pandora and frostbite and guaranteed to have a new design planned for them, I might also do others like ember, and kitty, Johnny and shadow :)

My plans for them so far are: clockwork as a cryptic man who used to work in a clock shop, pandora as a Greek woman who is a martial artist expert, frostbite and his tribe as a group of scientists who were around the earlier tests of the virus but maybe left for ethical concerns (might change), ember as a punk artist traveling around and sharing her music, and kitty and Johnny as a motorcyclist couple who adopted a docile zombie dog. I’d like to continue world building on this, hopefully my energy allows it :)

Original idea by @phanboyo

[potofstewie]

2:42AM

A/N: It’s 2:42am and the old man has been rotting my brain for a few days now so apology for it being visually lackluster. NSFW MDNI

W/C: <1K

He needed you. Maybe that’s why he was currently trying his damnedest to make you stay, to make you see how much you needed each other. He didn’t allow his mind to wonder on how he performed compared to him, he simply couldn’t. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know if he held your plush legs tighter and higher than he did. If he hit deeper and harder and faster than he did. He didn’t even want to know if he could give you a better orgasm than he ever did.

All he knew in that moment was that you were the remedy to make his pain go away and he was yours. He knew that this was never supposed to happen. But he fucked up. All it took was an hour of sitting in silence before he leaned over and touched your lips with his. He couldn’t even call it a kiss. All they did was lightly touch each other, spit not even present on his peach colored lips. He knew that you shouldn’t have stayed put, millimeters away from his face, eyes looking up at him in a mix of anticipation and a barely hidden plea of help.

He couldn’t help but freeze when you reciprocated his action; your own “kiss” nothing but a soft touch of starved lips. You did it a second time and then he followed suit on the third time. The fourth time was when you both allowed the hunger to take over, to finally allow each other to grace another pair of lips with a kiss filled with emotion. Filled with love with no home, filled with yearning that will never be properly satiated, filled with lust that lay dormant for so long, waiting for the persons that would never come back from the dead.

The haphazard mashing of your lips would deepen and grow hotter as his calloused hands traveled to your cheeks and pushed you closer; his body craving for you. He sank into the feeling of your rushed and anxious hands snaking up to his neck and tangling in his flame colored hair; scalp missing the touch of another. The jaded and retired warrior knew that if this were to continue, things would forever change between the two of you.

He was grateful, of course, to know that his last remaining son would be far away for a few days; aching to see his friends that resided in the mountains. There would be no witnesses to the sinful act of betrayal he was committing with the lover of his eldest. As his battle worn hands traveled along your body, removing your clothing and fondling every nook and cranny and curve that was left abandoned, the man couldn’t help but look forward to the following morning.

The following morning where he’d wake up feeling a warm back flush against his naked chest; his arm wrapped around the torso and legs tangled together. The morning where he’d stay still and listen to your breathing as the events of the night replayed in his head. The night where he poured every ounce of his deserted love into you, body and soul. To him, it was more than just a mere sexual act with you. To him, it was a conversation of longing. Of needing. Of making promises to stay by each other’s side and not leave the other, no matter if romantic feelings were involved or not. The man just didn’t want to be alone again.

Feeling his eager length finally make its home inside you, you yourself began to see the taboo and disgraceful act as something more. To you, it was a trip into the past. A reminder of all the things you could no longer have. A past filled with laughter and sweet love. A past of promises for normality and safety. A past of grief and loneliness. With each powerful thrust of misplaced desire into your needy pussy, the images of him entered your mind.

The past and the present would blur with each moan of pleasure and blink from your tearful eyes. In that moment, there was absolutely no difference between them. To you, it wasn’t a moment created from sitting in a room with a man you never knew you’d be sharing the same mental torture with. It was a moment of reunion after months of separation. Months of wondering if he’d ever return to your embrace.

The unfamiliar feeling of stubble rubbing on your face with each rough and begging kiss didn’t wake you from your delusions. The deeper pitch of his groans rumbling from his body and the more rough fingers gripping and prodding your body didn’t make a difference to you. It wasn’t until the moment your release arrived that the man fully realized what was going on.

He was making love with someone he shouldn’t have ever been so intimate with. His mind that was in the midst of recovering from years of drinking whispered how bad the situation was and how much worse it would be if he released into you. But seeing your pussy coat him and your face scrunching up from the force of your release almost made him give in and decorate your walls. The man finally opted to release on your stomach; the warm feeling of his seed eliciting a soft moan from your spit covered lips.

It wasn’t until the morning after when you awoke to the feeling of a muscled arm tightly wrapped around your torso that it dawned upon you the act you committed. As a silent tear left your eye and traveled across your nose, you couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers of the man; the action a signal for comfort. It all felt so wrong but yet, you couldn’t deny just how amazing it all was.

How amazing it was to be kissed again, to be held with so much warmth and protection again, to be touched again. A soft sniffle resounded from your grief and shame stricken body as his fingers that intertwined with yours squeezed back. His grip on your waist tightened even more as you finally allowed more tears to flow; the minimal acts of squeezing comforting to you.

No words needed to be said that morning, just the soft sniffles and sighs from you echoing in the room. The man couldn’t fault you for reacting that way. He couldn’t fault you for staying put with your naked body sticking to his own nude body. All he could do was place a soft yet understand kiss onto your shoulder and hold you, his intimate action saying nothing but:

Stay.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Cala doesnt know they arent cosplayers. Do they watch the streams ever?

OOOOH THATS A GOOD QUESTION

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Cala wouldn’t show them the full streams— if anything she would show them clips and edits of it. And it’s— very disorienting! Cala would show Dream some clips from the prison arc as well as some early ones as well, and he would honestly have a moment- probably when the prison stuff fully kicks off Cala would notice his body language and she would stop showing him since she would notice he’s reacting more distantly. And she would stop and immediately be worried.

The same would be with Quackity and Sam too- Cala just showing them things and noticing how stressed they’re getting- and she can see the looks in their faces too so she would instantly notice somethings off. Like Quackity would play it off and Same with Sam but Cala would know something is wrong.

So it would be very disorienting, but when they see Cala ramble about it as well as quoting and pretending to be them, it’s very endearing in a way since they can see how passionate she is about it, but if they ask her to tone it down she will.

All in all— it would actually be one of the key points that would make her realize something is off about these “cosplayers”-

[faytelumos]

I just thought of something—

Superman is constantly tempering himself down to, like, .01% strength, right? Cardboard world, the entire Earth is like tissue paper to him, he always has to be sooo careful, right?

But, as far as I know, he doesn't have to be that way with Krypto.

If you've ever seen a big, athletic guy playing with a big, athletic dog, they both go nuts. Razzing, pushing, growling, pulling, running, it's a good time for both of them, and they can get a little rough because both of them can handle it.

So please imagine!

Clark's in the hay fields, playing with Krypto, and you can tell all the way from the house because every time Clark throws the ball, there's a sonic boom.

Every time Krypto shakes the rope toy, it's like a bullwhip and an earth quake.

Every time Krypto grabs the rope toy and Clark spins him around on it, there's a huge dust devil.

Every time Clark bops Krypto's face to get him to chomp his teeth, it sounds like a rumble of thunder.

Just two good boys who have to be so gentle with the whole world around them letting loose with each other.

[charkyzombicorn]

Since celestial dragons are still a thing , there should be a god who is giving them power

It should be Imu

Celestial dragons keep the enemies of gods occupied, she gives them an endless desire to consume and they use that desire to drive them to subjugate and enslave. She doesn't want any of the gods dying because she wants to consume as many as she can.

[quinnsteria]

HARVEY ADOPTING JASON

HELP okay so as time went on I got a more solid idea of what I wanted with the fic, but for now this is basically all I got

It was supposed to be one quick job. One extremely quick, simple job of undoing the tires and other various car parts off of a random civilian’s car to sell to vendors. Next thing you know, Jason’s coming face-to-face— …to-face with ex-district attorney Harvey Dent, realizing far too late that he had taken apart the man’s stakeout vehicle. If Jason had seen a split-painted car exterior and interior, he honestly would’ve skipped the car and seen what was available for him on the next block.

[dancingtotuyo]

Currently working on a New Joel idea that I can decide if it’s gonna be multiple parts or just one really long part….

[mag7dumbies]

New headcanon for Ezra because I just learned a thing.

During the Civil War there was an anti-confederate group known as the Heros of America or Red Strings whose purpose was to pass along information collected by spies to the Union Army. What if Ezra's favorite coat is red for a reason because he was either a member of the Red Strings or a spy for them... or both?

Honestly that could work especially since Ezra would absolutely give up info (for either side to keep himself alive)

Like I don’t think he became a spy for good reasons

[bookwyrminspiration]

if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[gsmith1030]

I saw ur kfp2 post about father and son writing ideas, so lemme throw my hat into the ring! Since Po is the only panda in the VoP, maybe u could make a oneshot about Ping comforting his son when he feels too much like an outcast?

Thank you for submitting an idea.

I think that this is a great idea for a one-shot exploring the relationships between Po and Mr. Ping. It was hinted at during the first movie, and addressed somewhat in the second and third films.

I may already have a prompt for it in my one-shot prompt pool, and if its not there, than it will be added in.

This would likely be a post-kfp2 type thing as prior to that, Po had no memory (or rather, they were suppressed) of his past prior to being adopted by Ping (Because he was so little.) But I might be able to work with something pre-KFP 1 as well. I'll just have to do some thinking about it.

I think I have seen this done before but I'm happy to put my own spin to it. I'll just need to draft it out.

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[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.

[catsharky]

Presenting: King Sidon, his wife Queen Yona and his boyfriend Link.

Yona is very supportive of everything except Sidon forgetting his ceremony cues.

(I had an atrocious week and TotK has been coming in clutch for keeping me sane.)

[abisalli]

bring your kid to work day 

★bonus:  he’s impressed