#stellar idea

[microwave-core]

I think it'd be very funny if there was a Zelda game where Ganon isn't the big bad, but when you get to the Gerudo area there's a male Gerudo named Ganondorf there. He has zero relevance to the plot. Not any kind of twist where he becomes the villain in the end, or any kind of side quest. He's just there and that knowledge perpetually looms over your head menacingly.

[emthimofnight]

more of my hypothetical fankid Stellar so I can push my girl dad Shadow agenda LOLLL

[thechatster]

They are enjoying late night snack, your honor.

[sprout-fics]

I really don't know how to imagine certain scenarios, so I usually come back to fanfiction to satisfy my need to imagine characters. I was laying in bed imagining a gangbang scenario, or trying to, and all I could think about was the 141 talking some grim shit about how they should help eachother realize their last wishes before or if they died, and I thought wouldn't it be funny if they got to reader and she said some shit like, "I have a lot of sexual fantasies..." and they all turn to her like, yeah I can help you with that! It's 2 am I am tired, sorry for this nonsense.

I don't have a drabble for this so much as the mental image of all of you splayed around whatever safehouse you're hunkered down in, exhausted and drained but not yet able to rest. You haven't taken your tac gear off yet, but there's weapons and equipment propped around the room where you're all at. You're lying across the couch with your feet in Gaz's lap, Soap at your side on the floor, Ghost on the opposite side of the room and Price hunched forward in a chair facing you all.

Soap starts it, mentions how he doesn't know how he keeps surviving this shit, how he needs to go do some stuff on his shore leave so he can at least say he's done it before he kicks the bucket. Nobody scolds him for mentioning death, you all know it's as much an ally as an imminent fate at this point. So Gaz chimes in, says he's always wanted to go to Vegas. The conversation trickles on like that, your wishes and strange thoughts about the nonsense you all want to do before you die.

"Maybe I should get gangbanged at some point." You muse, eyelids heavy with fatigue, the drain on your energy reserves entirely removing your mental filter. "Or be a glory hole maybe? One of those."

The room goes dead silent.

It takes you a few moments for you to notice, eventually looking your head up to see the men around the room all turned to look at you.

"...What?"

It's Gaz who makes the first noise, a little cough to clear his throat. Yet whatever he's about to say is cut off by Soap, who's eyes twinkle suggestively.

"I...think we may be able to help with that." He tells you breathily, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. You blink at him, realize in horror what you just said aloud.

"Just to make sure you don't have any last regrets, that is."

[falmerbrook]

@tescheer Week 2: Kiss

This is corny and poorly drawn but it's an OC idea I've had for awhile based on a post that implied that argonians don't have the facial anatomy to kiss (and Stellar here especially wouldn't with how long his snout is). Having grown up on Vvardenfell surrounded by Dunmer has left Stellar insecure about some of his argonian traits, despite his pride to be one, but luckily he finds a partner who eventually embraces his differences to her.

[vigilskeep]

ranking da love interests on a scale of how unhinged theyd be if their beloved was made tranquil (they would all be maximum unhinged its just a matter of deciding what flavour)

[8um8le]

City counterparts

[apatheticrobots]

i'll make it worth your while~

[aeb-art]

soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7

and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇

i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!

edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CICUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔

[turnipoddity]

Do u have any other spicy comics planned 👁️👁️

not at the moment LMAOOO next comic would be ghost adam continuation and another thing 🧎‍♀️

[dykefaggotry]

guys should I use my powers for evil and request a mclennon tumblr community

[blmpff]

Red Peafowl The Series: main actors

Dollar Patchara and Wanaroon Kandis

cr 25.10.23

[the-kingshound]

Can the hound have dinner with the servants at some point because they aren't as used to seeing them in their own home so they would try to be friendly with them. Or the knights for that matter.

... yes.

Oh yes.

[sotogalmo]

9:52

Villian Stellar thoughts ,,, (@emthimofnight wanted to share this with you)

“With the doors of Heaven and Hell barred, there is no other but the guard... Master of the Hellish Yard: "with those sins that you've committed, if you pay you'll be acquitted.. and your crimes all permitted. Only ones with cash do well, well at least in Hell." — As I smile so politely, and embrace the Master tightly, I whisper so softly: "I won't give my fortune to the likes of you. and there's nothing you can do about it." Through the door of my freedom lies, I leave without farewell.” (lyrics from: Judgement of Corruption, cover by Razzy!)

Stellar.. I dunno. Hugging Shadow ("Master of The Hellish Yard" in this sense), saying that she'll be a much better him. Saying that she'll be the ULTIMATE - ultimate life form. The better Shadow. Because that's her purpose; to fill their needs of a weapon. One that Shadow failed (or the second that he failed) to do. She wants to impress everyone. And she'll listen at any cost (that is unless there is an ending where she is saved when she's older). And she'll get what she wants, because she has worked for that. Ever since she was made. She has worked hard to be the better version of Project Shadow. She has worked nail and tooth, all to the bone. To get the title of Ultimate Life Form. Ultimate Life Center.

[emthimofnight]

hiii!! I was in my tumblr and I saw a old reblog of your beautiful art of Stella in it that I love, and I saw the gloves that she uses, I didn't notice before but they are very similar to an archers glove and it gave me the idea of Stellar making chaos spears like arrows and thats why her gloves are like that, and I knew that I NEEDED to say it hahahaha anyway, take care and your art is the gift that keeps giving,🖤💙💜😉

Omg I LOOOOOVE that idea!!!! 🥺 I might steal it, haha!! 😛 I imagine her chaos powers all have blue/purple/white coloration, reflecting her connection to both Sonic and Shadow. Her skates channel her chaos powers into energy blades she can race and fight with!

I like to imagine that once she masters her chaos abilities more, she will dual-wield chaos spears that she jabs with between her dancing kicks! It'd be cool as hell if her long-ranged attacks were like that of an archer!

[just-french-me-up]

it was so hard to pick just one!! but:

10. "You don't know what you do to me."

Fandom : The Sandman

Pairing : Dream of the Endless x Fem!Nameless!Reader (3rd person, no (Y/N))

Rating : M/E (more suggestive than outright smut, but it has its moments)

Tags : Established relationship | PWP with feelings | 1.3K | Angst and comfort

The King of Dreams and Nightmares was a cold, distant creature. Or at least that was how he had been described to her on many occasions. Her own experience had proven those detractors wrong. There was nothing cold about Morpheus, except, perhaps, the spot he left in her bed once he returned to his duties, the memories of his hands and his mouth keeping her warm.

No, the Lord of the Dreaming was not the aloof being some liked to whisper about. Or so she thought.

Lately things had been... different. Upsetting was the word she would use, should she let herself think about it for too long. Ever since he let her in the heart of the Dreaming, she had barely even seen his shadow. At first, she told herself it was the order of things. King he was, and king he remained, with all the duties that came attached to the title. But then, there had been other instances. Avoiding her eyes. Barely looking at her when she stood in the same room as him. Exchanging but a few terse words whenever he failed to avoid her altogether.

It was no wonder to her, then, why the rumours about his nature were so grim. His indifference was not cold. It was glacial.

As a consequence, she spent most of her time alone, exploring a palace she had been let it without a guide. The library was by far the most comforting place she had found so far. She would spend her time there, browsing, marvelling at the sheer endlessness of it. She could have sworn that each night brought a new row of shelves which was not there the day before.

She had taken to reading every unwritten poetry book she could get her hands on. Words scribbled on a restaurant napkin. Half-written confessions. Cries for help. Songs of kinship. She was engulfed in her second volume of the night when footsteps echoed around her and, eventually, stopped.

"I trust you have found the Library to your liking."

Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. That was more words than he had given her whole week. Standing a few feet away, Morpheus was looking at her, his impassive demeanour in keeping with the rest of his recent aloofness. The first few days, she'd been saddened by it. Now, her melancholy had soured, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

"I have," she said, trying and failing not to let resentment colour her words.

He looked, no, observed her from far. Whatever his thoughts were, his face let nothing through.

"I shall leave you to it."

Morpheus had almost turned his back when she snapped her book closed.

"Have I done something?" she asked, standing up from her seat.

He turned around to face her, his brow twitching slightly. His beauty was almost cruel.

"My love?"

"Have you grown tired of me? Do you regret bringing me here? You have barely looked at me since I set foot in the palace."

Something in his expression changed. The stoic mask slipped somewhat as he held her gaze. He did not look angry. He looked hurt.

"You don't know what you do to me."

His words hung in the air between them, almost like a confession. She could have sworn the light filtering through the windows of the library had dimmed.

"Everything here came from me," he continued, looking around them. "Every wall, every stone, every detail was but a thought at first. I made it all. I can feel all of it, for it was once part of me. Nowhere is it more true than here, in the palace. Its entirety could shift, with a single thought of mine."

He took a hesitant step closer, his eyes still gazing deeply into hers. A warm breeze blew against her, although no window was open.

"I did not anticipate how much my thoughts would... wander, once I brought you here."

Although she never averted her eyes, her vision was overwhelmed with images. She saw herself, her back against a bookshelf, hair tangled and cheeks flushed, Morpheus standing between her legs, her thighs held against each side of his hips. She could feel it all, the bite of the wood against her shoulder blades, the fingers digging into her flesh, his hot breath blowing against her neck, the warmth of him against her, inside her.

The vision was gone before she could draw another breath. Behind her, a full shelf of books fell on the floor, making her jump. When she turned back to Morpheus, the heat on her cheeks was no illusion. The room itself felt warmer, almost unbearably so.

"My thoughts rule the Dreaming," he continued, a slight rasp in his voice. "Your presence tends to make them more difficult control."

Another vision struck her. The bookshelf was gone, replaced by the table on her right. Her dress was a mess, fabric hanging from her shoulders, her skirts gathered at her waist. Her hand was lost in a mess of wild hair as Morpheus, knelt on the hardwood floor, worshipped at her altar. Another flick of his tongue overwhelmed her, making her thighs shiver with pleasure. A real, audible moan echoed the vision's, filling the silence of the library.

She slammed her hand against her mouth. Morpheus was closer now, within reach.

"Is it like this all the time?" she asked.

"Whenever you are in my presence," he confirmed.

An onslaught of images flickered before her eyes, mere glances into what she understood to be broader, more consuming fantasies. The feeling of wood against her knees and the salty taste of him. The sensation of soft sheets and his warm skin against her back. His fingers bringing her to completion. His tongue teasing hers.

The echoes of pleasure left her wanting, her breathing short and her knees weak. Morpheus seemed the farthest thing from indifferent now, his gaze studying her intently, as though coming up with other fantasies tailored to this very moment.

"Forgive me, my love," he murmured. "I have neglected you, trying to keep these thoughts from ruling me."

"Will it always be like this? Will you always keep away?"

A faint smile danced on his lips.

"No. I will master them soon. It is only a matter of time. I merely wish to keep my subject from experiencing them until I do. It would make carrying out my duties rather... embarrassing."

"I see. I did not know the Lord of the Dreaming could feel embarrassment."

"Some things are better left between the two us. I do not need the entire realm to know what we sound like in the throes of pleasure."

"Is that a possibility?"

"Very much so."

Morpheus ran a hand through her hair. The touch was accompanied by a phantom kiss in her neck, the hint of unseen teeth teasing her skin. How unfair it was that she could not retaliate. Then again, if she felt him this way, how much did he feel himself, the catalyst of every unconscious thought? The frustration of it had to be unbearable.

"I shall have it under my control soon," he assured her. "Do not deprive yourself of all the Dreaming has to offer in the meantime."

"I did not intend to. Morpheus?"

"Yes?"

She took his hand and kissed his palm, her lips purposefully insistent. He was warm against her, never cold. There was a shift in his eyes, and the light of the room dimmed further, almost plunging them in the darkness.

"Do not just show me, next time, yes?"

"I'm afraid we would need eons for me to put it all in practice, love of mine," he chuckled softly.

"We've got nothing but time."

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