#open to interpretation

[slickver-draws]

~ Show More Than Tell ~

First Short Animatic I've ever done...

[tofuingho]

A soulmate AU where you have the last words your soulmate will say to you before they die as a soulmark would be very interesting with the Danny Phantom fandom.

Would the soulmark change after the portal accident, but then stay the same until Danny's final death? Or would the mark change every time he transforms because he's technically dead in his ghost form? Does the mark change color or fade when he's in his ghost form? Or does it stay the same?

What if his soulmate met him once when they were kids? They just bumped into each other. Maybe the words are generic, but maybe they're not. Maybe his soulmate has to grow up knowing that they'll never meet again. And then after Danny's accident, their soulmark changes. Do they assume that Danny was revived and they'll meet again someday? Or do they assume that their mark is for a new person?

What if the soulmark words are super generic? Everyday Danny and his soulmate meet. Everyday their mark changes. But, they can't figure out who the other is because their marks are basic greetings or apologies.

Maybe Danny's soulmark stays the same while his soulmate's keeps changing.

[rosyjn]

when he fucks you, you get overwhelmed. your candy pussy drips and spills with arousal. he is on top of you. his fingers trail along your belly, in an attempt to calm you. it’s only exciting you more. it’s a tingly, brushing feeling. his cock stretches your hole out so bad. you know you’ll be sore. it’s not his fault, you’re so tight. the space fills with noises of squelching, groaning, and whining. the occasional skin slap and yelp, then soothing whispering.

when he’s eating you out, you can’t help but squirm and subconsciously attempt to break free from his hot mouth. it’s too much pleasure. his arms are hooked around your plush thighs, holding your sensitive raw clit to his mouth. he’ll suck, slurp, and flick your heat until you’re begging for mercy.

[dewedup]

ghouls favourite 2000ish songs

aether - boulevard of broken dreams x green day

aurora - headstrong x trapt

cirrus - paper planes x m.i.a.

cumulus - back to black x amy winehouse

dew - drop it like it’s hot x snoop dogg

mountain - cry me a river x michael bublé

phantom - use somebody x kings of leon

rain - feel good inc x gorillaz

sunshine - poker face x lady gaga

swiss - umbrella x rihanna ft jay z

[drio-r-xiamar]

Oh, I wonder what he's looking at 🫣

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Original Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, Clone Thirst (Star Wars), Euphemisms, poor attempts of humour, Open to Interpretation, mature themes, Ficlet Collection, Bad Puns, hook-ups Series: Part 1 of Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles Summary:

Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles - the fan-art inspired series:

These stories were inspired by fan-art or more precisely, clone-thirst art. This ficlet was inspired by @clownbloody​'s amazing clone art.

The stories are open to interpretation with all of them containing mature themes. Puns, poor humour and euphemisms ahead.

Part of Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles series

[crispycodfish]

Sometimes all we need is to be treated like a baby horse.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

"If you operate under the assumption that the Bible shouldn't be taken literally, then you might as well operate under the assumption that the existence of God shouldn't be taken literally either."

If the stories are metaphors, then the god who stars in those metaphorical stories is also a metaphor.

Xians seem determined to convince everyone their bible isn't real.

[buhtercups]

Imagine your F/O surprises you just because they want to see you smile.

[bittybeanie]

hiiii its been long since i requested anything im general hahaha but how do u think reigen’s f s/o would react on things happening in final arc and the epilogue its so interesting to me plus your writing is so genius i love it! have a nice day love!!

hiiii! thank you so much!! OH GOD i have so many thoughts and feelings on the final arc let's Jump Right Into It (featuring a teensy bit of "mob is basically your kid" because, well, i have a lot of feelings about that too)

first of all just- worry. you'd probably have a sneaking suspicion that everything going on was because of psychic powers but you might not associate it with mob specifically quite as fast as reigen would. and of course you wouldn't be able to get in touch with anybody so that worry would just build and build until you finally said fuck the evacuation order and went looking at the office.

you and serizawa get there at the same time after reigen sends him away and you're immediately like "where is he." but serizawa sure as hell can't say "well, reigen is currently chucking himself full force into a psychic tornado in an attempt to save the kid you've practically adopted and i just left him there because he told me he had something important he needed to say on his own" so what comes out instead is more like "um. he's. um. reigen. um. kageyama? with kageyama." the vague knowledge that they're together is enough to calm you for the time being and you end up waiting it out in the office with serizawa.

you're not exactly thrilled when reigen shows up covered in blood and cuts after sounding like everything was fine on the phone, but the relief of seeing him intact way overshadows anything else you're feeling when you bolt up to meet them at the door. reigen is pretty sure it's impossible for him to be any more in love with you than he is while he watches you give mob a onceover for injuries and scoop him up into a hug. you're a lot more gentle when you hug reigen because he looks rough, but he squeezes you with everything he's got. all three of you cry, but none of you address it. serizawa graciously looks away, and floats over a box of tissues.

as for the aftermath, treating! his! wounds! neither of you really say anything, there's just the occasional hiss from him when the disinfectant stings a bit too much followed by your immediate response of "I know, I'm sorry, sweetheart." every so often, his hand on your knee will tighten as he tries not to cry again, and you'll take his hand to anchor him as you keep wiping at the dried blood on his face. you'll need to do a more in depth check on him once the two of you get home, but your main focus is getting him cleaned up and into the spare outfit he keeps at the office so he can go back to feeling a little more normal and a little less Vulnerable.

when he finally tells you what happened, he expects you to yell at him for being so reckless, but you just sorta sit quietly until you're sure he's done. you've always admired his willingness to throw himself into situations to save others, to step in where other people probably wouldn't, so it's not like you're upset with him for doing what he thought he needed to do. if anything, you're proud, especially because you know how hard the admission would have been for him. but… you're also not oblivious to the fact that he just walked to the office barefoot. you settle on "I'm glad you're safe." he responds with "me too," and you're not sure even he knows whether he means you or himself. either way, you believe him.

after his confession to mob, it would be easier for his walls to come down around you as well. i don't think he'd start dating you without you knowing the whole Fake Psychic thing in the first place, but mob knowing too just means a whole layer of stress has been taken away from his life and he can breathe a little easier. he still lies sometimes out of… instinct? self-preservation? dramatic embellishment? but by now it's gotten pretty easy for you to tell when he does it, which is less and less as time goes on. the fact that you seem to fall more and more in love with him the more he tells the truth instead of pushing him away like he thought you would definitely helps.

i have a lot of feelings about his birthday in general that i'm having a hard time articulating but i'm also just thinking specifically about the cake incident like… holding his jaw and gently wiping the frosting off his face and laughing with him while all the kids are like "oooooooh!" is a very funny image to me. he's already embarrassed and you feel a little bad but you just can't pass up a chance like this. you give him a lil kiss on the cheek as an apology but it just makes him more flustered because now the kids will NEVER let him live it down.

[ohdearohmyy]

I need!!!!! To be put in pretty pretty clothes!!!!!!! And!!!!!!!!! Taken care of!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fortunaestalta]

[sleepsart]

I have. Last Life brainrot. Mostly about this scene.

[ ID: A drawing of Martyn and Ren from Last Life, drawn from the torso up. Martyn is on the left, facing Ren. He's wearing a hooded top and a loose cloth mask. He's looking at Ren with a determined expression. Ren is on the right, facing Martyn. He's wearing a plaid top, suspenders, and sunglasses. There is a scar around his neck. He's looking at Martyn with a surprised expression. There is a line that travels between them with a loop in the middle. An axe and an upside down heart are floating above it. End ID ]

Tag list: @luna-spacedoodles @convexers @polyhermits @tango-dyke @grey-nova @chimbamuerto

[blrrblog]

I was born a girl, but that never meant I was only a girl.

I want to appreciate a woman the way she deserves

To feel the curves of her body

The sweet scent of her perfume

To see her smile, to hear the sound of her laugh

To remember every detail of her face

To know her, to appreciate her, to adore her

To hold her and caress her, with the love only a man could have for a woman.

And to know I have the power to make her happy.

Perhaps I could,

In a different life

If I were born a boy.

But in this life,

All I can do is imagine.

I may not like feeling this way

because I was born a girl

But that never meant I was only a girl.

Inspired by: If I Was a Boy, Beyoncé

[slicesofapple]

"What's that smell?" complained alpha Hinata.

It was a horrible, musky scent, one which burned all the way down his throat. He pinched his nose against it.

At his side, alpha Kageyama didn't answer.

When Hinata glanced up, he saw that his friend's face was set in an expression which called to mind that of a big cat eyeing its prey.

Or perhaps an angry rhinoceros.

It was hard to tell.

Hinata followed his line of sight and sighed.

No wonder Kageyama was emitting such a bitter, awful scent.

Because right there, to their left, was omega Oikawa Tooru lifting one leg up onto the railing. He leaned over, face set in concentration, stretching the limb out into what seemed like an endless, golden length.

And standing oh-so-helpfully right next to him, with two large hands pressing into Oikawa's back, pushing him into the stretch, was alpha Miya fucking Atsumu.

[drio-r-xiamar]

How impatient....