#pandoras ask box

[queen-of-wisdom]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

Things that make me happy:

- oranges. Hate the juice, love the fruit.

- finding baby pictures of me. Idk, they're cute.

- sitting in My Spot™ and feeling the sun.

- listining to a song that I have earworm from (is that a English saying??? It means a song that's stuck in your head) (right now it's probably "Ready for this"- Hazbin Hotel, "Bourgeoisieses" - Conan Gray and "Ship in a bottle" - Fin)

- Doodling

:)

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

So I may have got The Book of Bill and it has me in a slight tiny itty bit of a death grip hyperfixation where all I've been able to imagine is his pathetic toxic ex ass

This pathetic triangle has once again parasitically wormed his way into my brain after years of absence

Also he totally would try and gaslight Ford and say he probably just lost the shirt when he stole it if ever asked where the shirt went

Ok so I could've put a ton of things in that last, panel, so I did, with some joke suggestive ones as the last two below the cut

I'm going to explode him with stock video explosions a bajillion times over

[nelkcats]

Invocation to the wrong deity

Diana needed help, but it was a burden that fell on her, since the danger was on Themyscira. She wasn't going to bother her companions with a personal problem so she didn't inform the League.

Or at least, she didn't think to ask for help until she realized that she required an experienced mage to perform a summoning. She could ask Zatana for help but she was on a journey, and Constantine was not an option. With a sigh she decided to contact Captain Marvel.

Her partner agreed to help her immediately, and with much reluctance on her mother's part (no one was happy with the Captain's participation but they accepted it) they managed to perform the summoning. Just in time, because one of the "evils" from Pandora's box had landed on their land.

Unfortunately, instead of summoning their old guide "Pandora", someone else appeared. A teenager in a star-spangled cloak looking around excitedly. Of course, no one was happy with such a development.

Except the summoned one, Danny was happy to leave his meeting with the Observants, the excuse of the summoning was always convenient.

[demonic0angel]

(The line is inspired from a fanfic that I read but I thought it was funny if Danny give the Batfamily Pandora's "lunch" from Ghost Zone)

He picked up his food—his Pandora-made lunch—then he took some careful steps towards the center of the rooftop, ready to unveil the horrors contained within the ghost's lunch box. He turned to the Batfamily and Jazz one last time. "Are you truly sure?"

 "...I have never been more sure." Jazz said

"I'd agreed," Bruce replied.

Swallowing hard, Danny uncovered the Pandora Box. Today's menu was… "FUCK! It's the Kraken ghost box! GUYS, RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Jazz froze for a second. That thing was just horrible. However, she began to run away like a flash, hiding behind a column: "The hell is that?!" asked Jazz , as soon as she regained some mental clarity.

"That's Pandora's handmade lunch!" Yelled Danny as he made a beeline for cover, only barely dodging the powerful strikes of Pandora's "lunch". Notice how the quotation signs are in bold? That's intentional.

Pieces of concrete went flying off behind as he considered dodging the attacks. Death by fall damage seemed a lot better than whatever that thing was probably going to do to him.

On the other hand, Jazz, Bruce, Alfred and the boys could only shout "That's Pandora's lunch?!" as they looked absolutely mortified.

Soon enough, tentacles went flying in the boys' direction. Each Batboys quick to get the hell out of dodge before the monster could grab them.

"Danny/Fenton?!" Tim/Damian asked.

"Yes?!" Danny replied.

"You're the worst, you bug ghost!" Damian screamed.

“I asked if you were sure!!” Danny shrieked back. He jerked his head backwards with a yelp as a tentacle flew in his direction.

“You never said we’d have to fight our damn food!” Jason shouted before he started firing off his gun at the squid monster. Each bullet ricocheted off of the tentacles, causing more screams as bullets flew in all directions.

Tim screamed, dodging back and forth. “Stop shooting! Stop shooting!! You’re going to hit us!!”

Damian tried in vain to slash at the tentacles with his sword but all he was rewarded with was a missing sword and smack to the face. He was quickly picked up by Jazz and they both hid behind a column again.

Amidst the screeching, Batman used his grappling hook to fly over the box and then land beside Danny. He snatched the Fenton thermos from his side and then opened it, pointing it towards the Kraken. A beam shot out and then it was gone. Peace finally settled within the room as the Batfamily and Jazz finally came out of their hiding spot or slowed to a stop from their various jumping and rolling around.

“I revoke my agreement,” Batman said with a grumble. “You’re never bringing us lunch again.”

Danny nodded, looking abashed. “Y’know what? Fair enough.”

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

[cicadapupper]

Hello Ninjago fandom, I have maybe like three finished drawings and a shitty Webfishing doodle but I hope this is a good enough peace offering

[skiplo-wave]

E boy Sammie selling his bathwater

Sammie streaming: Hey Rockyroad69 did…….did you just buy the entire stock of the bathwater???

✨ Rockyroad69 donated 2 gold guitars ✨

Sammie: wow thanks for gifts you fucking freak anyway here’s wonderwall

[fairylando]

Like during that Mexico gp after party when carlos went with her and lando was in a full black outfit wearing a hoodie with a cap on and no interaction from them at that party even tho they were joined at the hips earlier that day it’s so weird 😭😭😭

the only for real proof of interaction in the party being lando's watch being recognizable in the videos and photos when he was giving carlos a shot😭

and also (i had to go look back in my tags) carlos pulling up to the club hand in hand with her but with lando's hat (and jacket?????) that the moment they stepped into the club went back to lando...

and i just remembered it's the same night that "him all along" was birthed too😭😭😭 GOD MAYBE THE WAG WAR HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR WAY LONGER THAN I REMEMBER

[queen-of-wisdom]

(for the ask thingy) 1, 10, 12? :)

1. What is your nickname?

I don't really like nicknames but my family calls me Fim! Not sure how that happened because it's nowhere near my actual name.

10. A fact, no one would believe about you:

I think there are lots of facts that would surprise different people, just because I can't keep an consistent state. Eg. Some people constantly tell me that I'm a goody two shoes, who can't break rules while others tell me that I should grow up and follow some rules.

So here's a little list!

- I actually went to a private catholic elementary school and the only reason why I wasn't accepted is because my dad reported my principal for stealing my watch.

- I wasn't able to write the any letters until we had practiced the letter P and I thought: Okay, I HAVE to be good at this one because it's the one 'Papa' starts. After that, I never had any problems with writing or reading again.

- Although I not really into any sport, I did following sports as a child (4-15): Riding (4-6), Capoeira (4-6), Football/Soccer (7-10), Swimming (7-9), Fencing (8-12), Field Hockey (11-15) (I just realised how jamed my schedule as a kid was lmao)

12. Places you'd like to visit:

Oh, I would LOVE to go to London, Tokyo, Madagascar, the Amazonian rainforest (preferably in the Brasilian part) and at least one pacific island.

London, Tokyo & (partly) the pacific island for the unique culture that exists there now and the Amazonian & the pacific island (again) because of the flora and fauna there.

Thanks for the ask :)

[ofhouseusher]

I feel like I just want to bang on the door of everyone who ever talks about Rhaenys's death and say: YOU KNOW SHE DID THE FALL IN TWO TAKES? She has TWO takes for that shot!!

This is exactly the kind of information that should be issued as a public service announcement, cause it's genuinely astonishing.

Two takes. Two.

TWO.

That’s all Eve Best needed to deliver one of the most devastating, hauntingly beautiful death scenes in recent memory. No endless resets, no drawn-out process—just pure, instinctive mastery of her craft. The woman acted against a green dot, and still managed to convey a depth of grief that felt like it was clawing its way out of her soul—twice—and that was all she needed?

It’s one thing to act grief—it’s another to make the audience feel it in their bones. And she did that in. only. two. takes. while looking at a green speck. And it's become one of the most harrowing moments in the entire series... I'm wowed.

People can say whatever they want, but there is no denying the artistry of what Eve Best did. The way she internalised that loss, let it build and unravel across her face in real time, all while reacting to absolutely nothing. An actor so in tune with her character, so utterly assured in her performance, that she can distill something that raw and shattering into perfection almost instantly.

She is simply built different. No, but for real, because how dare she be that good? Eve could act against a brick wall and still outshine half the industry.

I will be banging on doors with you. We riot at dawn.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

SCREAMIBG GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET ONE OF MY FAV ARTISTS DRAWING NOT ONLY GRAVITY FALLS, BUT FIDDLESTAN???? SCREAMING

Ok now time for an EVIL question what's ur op on fiddlebill. Neither of these idiots can have ford and blame eachother. Now kiss

(specifically pre-portal because I feel like it'd only really work then- fidds losing his memories and no longer being fords apprentice bill would just seem him as pointless to interact with and fidds probably wouldn't have such deep rooted opinions on him anymore either)

SJKFHSDFHFD LMAO YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! It's pretty much become my favorite gravity falls ship!!!! I'm so crazy about them!!! I love them so much!!!

That is SUCH an evil question dude. It's not anything I've really ever considered or thought about? I'm a multishipper so I'm not gonna shoot anyone down though. I mostly like to think about bill fucking with fiddleford out of pure unadulterated jealousy. He KNOWS fiddleford has feelings for Ford, a LOT of unrequited feelings, and he feels super duper insecure about that, despite the fact he's got ford wrapped around his toony ass finger. So I like to think he gives fiddleford weird dreams. That's something I meant to draw, actually. I came up with a scenario where bill goes into one of fids *fantasizing about ford* dreams and loses his shit. Hopefully I'll finish that eventually.

So yeah, he definitely contributed to fiddlefords mental downward spiral. Really contributed to the psychological thriller that was originally supposed to be a queer rom com in a cozy cabin in the woods.

I kind of took your ask and started rambling on it? I'm sorry. This was supposed to be about fids x bill. Whoops. You know what... closest I can see to that is bill posessing ford and putting the moves on fiddleford when fiddleford doesn't realize it's bill. Like they're in the bedroom and it's all dark so he can't see the yellow eyes. And bill is doing that to manipulate him. To find a way to hurt him in the process so he'll leave. GOD IT'S ANGSTY NOW THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT IT WHOOPS

HERE'S A BILLFORD/FIDDAUTHOR/MAYBE FIDDLEBILL SONG *throws it at you and runs away*

[dirtyvulture]

Hi...question, is pandora's box gonna be top beefy!Nat? I just don't read top!readers as it is my preference. But yeah I just wanted to ask because I am loving the fic so far and so that I can move on already if it's the other way around c:

Hello! Excellent question... possible(?) spoilers ahead...

I was most likely going to write bottom!Nat since that's the vibe I've been getting from her for this story lol, but I can definitely see her being a top at some point too, depending on the scenario.

I might end up doing both, if that's how the story goes and what people want to read, but if you don't feel comfortable reading the fic anymore and want to bow out, that's okay too!

[moonyswarmsweaters]

songs you associate with the different marauders/skittles?

I love this question

I have a bunch but I’ll choose one for each

James-Snap out of it- Arctic Monkeys

Sirius- Rebel Rebel- David Bowie ⚡️

Remus- Boys Don’t Cry- the cure

Marlene- Love me- the 1975

Lily- Jolene- Dolly Parton

Mary- I bet that you look good on the dance floor-Arctic Monkeys

Dorcas- Angel of small death & codeine scene- Hozier

Evan-Babydoll-Dominic Fike

Barty- Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (also this post I made)

Regulus- Nina cried power- Hozier

Pandora- Baboohka- Kate bush 

thank you! i got so many more lol

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

dont you need to be careful when you’re using the paper shredder

cuz

you know

it would be reeeaaally easy for your hand to get stuck in there

…just saying

this is the worst girls night ever

[mothlau]

For the kink meme - leztappen with milf max pleaseee

hello anon!!! here's your milf max + lactating bc it didn't feel like such a big deal that shes a milf here (kink meme here)

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Charles is staring. She knows she is; she cannot help it. It’s hard not to stare when Max is effortlessly picking her kids up, laughing and throwing them around as they giggle and yell for more. It’s hard not to let her eyes wander, her eyes glue to the way Max’s muscles move under her shirt, how they strain under the combined weights of Gabi and Maya. Charles loves them all, the three of them having warmed their way up into her heart, as if Charles stood a chance.

But then, her eyes stop just on Max’s covered chest.

Charles knows that Max is no longer pregnant, hasn’t been for four years now, but Victoria is. And Charles heard about it, about how some women start lactating when they’re around pregnant people, in order to help provide enough milk for the babies. She’s not only heard of it; she’s seen it– she’s seeing it right now.

She’s watching Max leak through her shirt, barely noticeable had she not been obsessively watching her lover.

Charles can only imagine how Max’s bra is now wet with milk.

Her mouth waters and– she wants. She wants to wrap her lips around Max’s nipples and suck, to feel the milk run down her throat, spill down her chin.

“Charlie!” Maya’s blinding smile is suddenly blocking her view, and when did she get here? “Charlie, come help me beat mama and Gabi!”

Just like that, the spell is broken and Charles realises how wrong she was for thinking such thoughts about Max. She should have more respect towards the other woman, not transform her into some sort of sexual object just because she’s horny.

Charles shakes her head and grabs Maya’s hand, allowing the little girl to lead. Still, the fantasy stays in the back of her mind, even as she tries her hardest to not let it consume her.

--/--

It’s later that night, after they put the kids to sleep and they made their way back to theirs, that Charles allows herself to think of it again. She tries to reign her thoughts in, but then she’s resting her head on top of Max’s chest and all she can focus on is how there’s something wet under her cheek.

God, she wants Max’s tits in her mouth so bad, but surely, surely she cannot ask for that. Surely Max would find it wrong, disgusting even.

But then, Charles is lifting her head, just slightly, to look Max in the eyes when her fingers tangle in her hair. She’s lifting her head and the wet spot is obvious and so enticing and Charles cannot stop herself. She licks her lips, attention zeroed in on the milk that’s spreading and spreading and Charles is hungry.

Dying for it.

She opens her mouth, tongue resting on her bottom lip before she can actually realise what she is doing.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” Max’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper as she pulls on Charles’ hair, moving her head as she sees fit. “You want mommy’s milk?”

One second she is staring at Max, mouth agape, eyes wide, and the next Max is pushing her swollen nipple past her lips. And Charles– she does. She wants that so fucking bad. So she cannot do anything else besides latching onto it and sucking greedily.

It takes a bit for the milk to hit her tongue, a few seconds in which she stares at Max’s face, watches as her face twists and darkens, eyes growing heavy as the blonde fixates on where Charles is wrapped around her leaking bud. Charles closes her eyes, feeling her cheeks go redder under Max’s gaze.

As soon as the milk starts filling her mouth, Charles lets herself go. It’s so much better than what she had in mind, it tastes like Heaven, like what paradise should be. The sweetest of nectars, the most addictive thing she’s ever had the pleasure of tasting.

Charles doesn’t think she will be able to stop sucking, if she will ever find herself not craving it run down her throat.

She’s ruined now.

Above her, Max’s fingers are gentle as they run through her hair, pushing her uneven bangs back so that she can press her lips to Charles’ forehead.

“So good for mommy. Mommy’s sweetest girl, aren’t you?”

Charles sobs, she moans, she trashes in the woman’s hold, hips moving on their own. She is so horny, so desperate to grind on something, but there’s nothing between her legs. Except Max is then moving her, so that she is on her side and Max’s thigh is pressed into her cunt and Charles can’t think.

She just sucks, just feels the milk fill her stomach, just grinds on Max’s thick thigh until her mind feels like it’s close to breaking from how eager she is to cum.

The lace of her panties is making her pussy feel raw with how it’s rubbing against her, but Charles doesn't want to stop. She wants more. She needs more. She needs to feel smaller, to make Max's pajama pants wet with how pathetic she is.

“That's it, baby. Mommy's making you feel so good,” the blonde moans, lips pressed against Charles’ head. “Fuck, and you're so hungry, aren't you? Mommy's hungriest girl, take all you need. Take it, Charles.”

And Charles does, because she's mommy's most obedient girl.