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[ambersky0319]

Random questions from your ask game!

What was your second dream job as a kid? Why?, 2. What was your favorite game to play as a child? 7. Favorite homemade food? Why do you like it? Could you share the recipe? 🩷 🩷

What was your second dream job as a kid? Why?

Hmmmm I think my second dream job was an artist actually! I hadn't figured out that I loved writing quite yet, and I really enjoyed making art - I don't know if they still have them but my grandparents used to have ALL the little drawings and scribbles I used to make, and had been collecting them since I was little. Dropping the idea that I'd be a veterinarian was also around the same time that I would watch a LOT of mlp speedpaint videos on YouTube, which probably also influenced me wanting to be an artist honestly 😅

What was your favorite game to play as a child?

Literal, physical game? There was this Tinkerbell game I had on my Nintendo DS that I absolutely loved. I don't remember the name of it unfortunately and I also can't seem to find any traces of it, which is a shame!

Games overall? Anything to do with playing pretend! I have a lot of fond memories of playing pretend in the pool with my cousins and sibling, being magic users or magic creatures; playing power rangers with my sibling; creating fun and random dynamics with my friends in school. Fun little story, as a joke my friend group began being like "Grace is the mom, X is the dad, Y and Z are the kids, A is the aunt..." and it just spiraled until basically our entire class/grade was in on it and we'd just created one massive family.

Favorite homemade food? Why do you like it? Could you share the recipe?

My dad's barbeque chicken and rice. It was so fucking good. It was one of the very few things I missed when I moved out. I don't know exactly why I liked it: maybe because when my dad made it, it was never really on a bad day? Like those days he was usually nice? Maybe it's because it was a comfort food from a young age? Maybe it just tasted good? I don't know, but man do I miss it.

And I WISH I could share the recipe. But alas. I don't even have it. The gist of it was, essentially: white rice, with pulled/shredded chicken soaked in barbeque sauce on top.

I could theoretically figure out the recipe. He DID give it to me at one point, but I lost it, and my grandma never put much effort in trying to help me replicate it. And it's simple. But the barbeque sauce was the thibg that really made it, and I have no clue which one my dad used.

Maybe I'll try experimenting when I move out and if I find the right one, I'll share it!

[stealingpotatoes]

Forever thinking about a headcanon I saw where Anakin and Yoda are cornered by pirates and then Yoda starts just starts talking to them in fluent street Huttese with his backwards syntax while Anakin's brain explodes

the only real-world equivalent of that I can think of is it’s like hearing your headmaster/principal speak roadman so

(commission info // tip jar!)

[glivs]

playin around with color on the alphadoodles

and some bonus exploration scribblies

[lokutofu]

would it be possible for you to make dick and Damian art? Just them cuddling or doing something cute together? THANSK SO MUCH IF POSSIBLE I would also be willing to make you something too if you would like? :D

Big bro bonding time 💛

Thanks for sending such a cute request!

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au I had an devilish little thought. Has Optimus ever had a really bad time and when the primes try to give him advice he just shouts "you guy's FAILED!" Like for all their wisdom they couldn't beat the quintisons or see Sentinels betrayal coming?

He feels bad but in his spark he wishes HE didn't have to do what THEY couldn't.

absolutely evil thought that was inflicted upon me months ago and that i finally get to inflict upon the rest of y'all OTL

i can see it happening with the caveat that he immediately regrets saying it. but it's too late. it's the kind of thing you say in the heat of the moment and then feel the ground drop under your feet because you never meant to say it out loud. but now it's out there and you can never unsay it.

it's just. a bad situation all around :(

haunted au

[pokeberry5]

timmy in a5, a6, and c2 <3

i think it'd funny if every time the bafam needed something covered up in the media, they send a wayne to do a photoshoot. certainly easier than faking an attempted assassination.

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

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Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[zevrra]

(to that one anon who requested just the tip w/ jayce,,,,,,i owe you my life AAAAAA,,,,)

“You look so good,” Jayce groans against the curve of your neck. His large hands roam your body, groping every inch of you that he could touch as he hugs you from behind. You were dressed for one of his political parties he had asked you to accompany him too and here he was, feeling you up, going to make you both more than fashionably late. His fingers hook around the edge of your long dress, slowly teasing the fabric up inch by inch while his breath tickles the back of your neck. His teeth scrape across your skin as his fingers dance over your revealing thighs. “Need you baby…”

You bite back a moan, feeling every slow press, curl, and skim of his fingers along your skin. “Jayce,” You huff under your breath, finally reacting to his advances by moving your hands to grip around his wrists. “We’ll be late…can’t wait until after the party?”

“No.” Jayce responds firmly. Making it an obvious point to grind himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was. “Please. You look so good, just need a taste.” He adds with a soft chuckle. He follows up by placing a tender, hot kiss against your neck while his fingers slip right up against the curve of your cunt.

His fingers press once more against your center and you instinctively grip his forearms just a little tighter, as a gasp leaves your lips. “Jayce—“ You whine his name again but it practically falls on deaf ears while his fingers continue to flex and curl against your core.

“Already wet for me.” He mutters, teasingly, and you can feel him smiling against your neck. He lifts your dress up high, pulling it up to reveal your underwear to him. His favorite nonetheless too…since you had planned for this moment for the afterparty. Yet now it only riles him up further. “Here, hold up your dress for me.” He adds in a hushed whisper, too turned on to be reasoned with…and at this point, so are you.

You do as you’re told. Gripping the hem of your dress that he had hiked up, high enough for him to run a finger beneath the pretty panties you wear; where he quickly yanks them off to the side. You’re slightly bent in half, exactly where he positions you, as he grips one of your legs and lifts it off the ground just a little.

“Don’t want to ruin the pretty dress you got me.” You rasp, breathlessly, as Jayce presses a single finger inside of you. Curls said finger, draws it out, thrusts it back inside before adding a second. Pressing both fingers inside, flushed up onto his second knuckle, all to stretch you out. Damn him for being so good with his hands because it only takes a couple of seconds of his work to turn you into a mess. “Just the tip.” You bark out, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan just as you listen to Jayce undoing his pants.

“Just the tip.” Jayce agrees, removing his fingers and slowly replacing them with just the tip of his cock; as promised. He presses his head flush between your lips, gathering your slick and his own alike, lifting his hips just a little to slip the tip inside of you. A harsh groan leaves his lips but he controls himself, behaves so well, as he presses only the tip of his aching cock inside your wet cunt. “After the party though…you’re all mine.” Jayce states, promising to you that he would not be so gentle and obedient later…and just like that, your putty in his damn hands; the party long forgotten.

[feliville]

love zayd so so much his always sad eyes and his whole character like </3

i can't describe how _human_ he feels and how you can literally see what kind of person he is just by looking at one piece of art

thank you so much for your characters and your art ♡

Zayd means so much to me, thank you so much for liking him and like, being able to connect with him 🥺 !!

[hanshenrykcd]

oh hans, if you only knew... 🤭

[coffinshaped]

If Sailor became a god, what do you think she will look like?

OKAY IT TOOK ME A WHILE BUT WITH THE HELP OF MY FRIEND @orderforbrian A CONCEPT FOR GOD SAILOR HAS BEEN MADE!

God of Navigation and Adventure!

God Sailor would have regained all her memories from before getting shipwrecked at Grove Cove! He would be the first God youre introduced to when you arrive at the Grove and the last God you see before you leave! She would make sure you have all the tools you need to navigate your trip safely and oversee your travel home!

If you wanna know what this gals deal is as a human check out my initial post on Sailor HERE!

Additional stuff under the cut including a little Sailor x Cobigail bc OF COURSE!!! You know I had to!!

First, here’s my gay ass Sailorgail sketch YAY THEYRE IMMORTAL AND IN LOVE AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FOR ETERNITY WEEEEEE!!!

More on God Sailor:

- Entry point to his domain is on his Boat, S.S. Harley, upon entering you’ll hear a distant foghorn and the cawing of seagulls overhead

- God Sailors “voice” is just a mixture of wave sounds unless she’s excited, then she makes little boat bell noises or when mad makes a gnarly foghorn sound

- She’s VERY tall and I mean HUGE!!! But he’s a good distance away from the boat where you’re standing so she looks deceptively small

- He will provide navigational items that you can actually take with you to assist your travel around the Grove ( He fishes them out of the water for you! Sailors never been super organized, it’s around here somewhere! Hopefully she doesn’t accidentally pull up a shark or something on accident….)

- She encourages you to get a little lost! Wander! Take your time! And enjoy your trip! (Hes purposely vague about directions and specific instructions)

- He’ll give you guidance on which Gods to visit and what sights there are to see (She gets EXTRA chatty if you happen to mention anything about her wifey Cobigail, she’s always the first God she recommends you to see 💕)

- Shes got a few nautical tattoos that have a mind of their own, they move and change all over her body and all of them tell a story! And of course Hes got a few of his lovely gal Cobi (she can communicate to him through those tats hehe)

- His pipe is a giant smoke stack from a ship! If she huffs and puffs on that pipe hard enough it’ll create a great fog, no worries though! Her eyes can light right up and suddenly she’s the Groves very own lighthouse, guiding any nearby sailors safely

Thanks again to my friend Bri for helping me brainstorm stuff! I had fun doing this, idk if I’ll make it a canon event for Sailors story but it’s definitely a cool idea! I’ll probably draw more of this in the future :3c

[lokutofu]

ur little batman looks like the cute little squid from finding nemo please can we get another 😭🙏?

Hahaha thank you!!!

Ask and you shall receive. Here you go~

[emilyartstudio-s]

STAR BOYS 🌟

[ghoulishhx]

ohhh number 4 from the prompt list you reblogged screams frank castle!! I would love it if you could write it, please!

4.) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

arghh this is so cute, i can imagine it so vividly with him. he's perfect for this prompt, thank you for suggesting it !!

18+ MDNI !!

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: MDNI, SMUTT, thigh riding, oral (m recieving), unprotected p in v sex (dont do this irl please and thanks), cockwarming, VERY fluffy, mutual pining, praise (phrases such as good girl and whatnot), choking, injured frankie

TW: discussions of cuts and stitches

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ seven stitches

“Hold still baby, I’m almost done with this stitch.”

You’re standing hovering over your boyfriend’s left thigh, giving you a better angle of the deep gash on his shoulder. You’re used to this routine with him, he comes over almost every night injured and bruised, you tend to his cuts and grazes, he stays for dinner and for dessert he has you coming undone on his cock, wakes up in the morning and rinse and repeat. You love your routine, he’s started keeping his weekends open from ‘work’ to spend more time with you.

Tonight is different however, he’s more hurt than usual. He struggled walking through your door, you had to wrap his arm around your neck to lug him into your small apartment, dragging him to the bathroom to tend to a whopping seven injuries, a new record, as opposed to the regular three or four.

All are littered across his toned chest and large arms, leaving you with a gorgeous view of Frank man spreading on a chair in your bathroom wearing nothing but his jeans. The sight causes a hitch in your breath, a wetness instantly blooming in your sleep shorts. 

“Ah shit.. Doll ya almost done?” he winces in pain as you push the needle and thread through his skin for almost the final time, his hands flying to your hips holding you firm in place, feeling your heat on his thigh causes his cock to twitch. 

“Almost Frankie, you’re being so brave for me.” you coo, taking a moment to turn your head and lean down to give him a quick peck on his cheek, giving him a perfect view of the valley between your chest. He can’t help the way his eyes instantly lock onto your breasts, the way your chest goes up and down with each breath, the feeling of your pebbled nipple on his arm. It’s almost comical how hard he is just from this passing moment, he blames the adrenaline from the events of the day before coming home to you.

“My eyes are up here, Frankie.” you giggle as you stand up straight again, getting back to work. Blush creeps up his neck as you resume your position. You look down meeting his eyes, giving him a little wink and smirk. If he wasn’t unbearably erect before, he is now. Shifting his position again, he bumps his thigh between yours, meeting your clothed core, the sensation sending a jolt up your spine and you have to bite your lip from whining out. You’re just as desperate as he is. Noticing his affect, he offers you the same wink and smirk as you did seconds before. You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you go as red as a tomato, as you go back to work.

After a few minutes, you finish putting him back together, covering all the stitches in gauze, kissing all seven after they are firmly protected. 

“All better now baby, don’t go moving around too much for a few days, ‘kay? You need anything, you ask me, got it?” you state, still in the same position, looking down at him.

“Yes ma’am.” He says, grabbing your hips and pushing you down onto his thigh, straddling it. You cannot control the whine you feel at the sudden movement, the friction of his tensed thighs rutting against your dripping centre so perfectly. “I do need somethin’, now that I think about it.” His jaw ticks as his eyes stare deep into you, you know this look.

“Shit Frankie, I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than you already are.. Fuck.” Mid sentence he starts maneuvering your hips to rub against his jeans, a wet patch on the dark denim already made apparent.

“Shh darlin’, I can handle it.. We’ll just go slow okay? Need you sweetheart, need you so bad.” he glances down at the stain and smirks “Looks like ya need it just as bad huh doll?” his lips attack your neck, as you start grinding down with him as he helps, guiding you.

You throw your head back as you let the pleasure take over, reaching up to the straps of your cami top, pushing them down your shoulder as you let your tits bounce out, nipples hardening even more than they already were as the cool air of the bathroom hits them. He takes one of his hands from your hip and greets your left breast, kneading the flesh and twisting your nipple between his fingers. You wrap your arms around his neck, being careful as to not disturb any of your handiwork. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him into you to steady yourself. The rough texture is causing delicious friction where you need it most, reaching down to pull your shorts aside so you can feel him even more, he leans down to take your right breast into his mouth all while guiding your hips with his right hand, his left kneading into your ass.

After a few minutes of fucking yourself on his thigh, his hands moving all over you slowly as to not disturb the stitches, you feel yourself getting close.

“That’s it doll, you look so pretty makin’ yerself feel good on my thigh, cum for me angel let me have it. Let it allll out.”

You listen obediently, feeling your clit throb deliciously, whining his name and a string of curses under your breath as you ruin his denims.

“That’s a good girl, atta-fucking-girl baby, shit I needa feel that sweet pussy on my cock now ok?”

“A-are you sure you’re up for it baby? I don’t wanna hurt you..” Interrupting you, he pulls your face down to his into a bruising kiss.

“Never been more sure of anythin’ in my life doll, I don’ care if I lost both of my fucking legs there’s nothin’ I’d rather do than be inside ya.”

You lift yourself off of his leg, embarrassed by the wet patch, his reaction opposite as he whistles at the mark, roughly palming himself through the material.

You take his hand in yours as you guide him off the chair, he stumbles a little, muttering to himself an abundance of curse words, as you help him into your bedroom. He sits on the edge of your bed as you kneel down to help take his confines off, unbuckling his belt for him as he places both of his hands on your cheek, kissing your forehead. You reach down and take your small tank and pull it over your head and slip your shorts down your body and toss them to the other side of the room.

After wrestling with the fabric, you slip the denim down his legs, and then his boxers, leaving you with his thick, throbbing member only mere inches from your face. You’re both naked now as the days you were born. You get comfy on your knees and take it in your hand, he can't help throwing his head back, knowing what's coming.

You place your thick lips around the head of his cock, licking up his pre-cum. You begin bobbing your head, humming at the heaviness of his member in your mouth. His arms move to put his hands in your hair.

“Shit baby just like that, you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

Lifting your head up and down in a slow, passionate way, you swirl your tongue around his sex, enjoying the symphony of groans coming from his mouth. He helps with the pace, maneuvering your head softly on his cock. You continue for a few minutes as he taps your chin to get your attention.

“C’mere doll, need you now.”

He lies back on the bed slowly, on his side where the fewest of the injuries sat. You join him, carefully situating yourself in front of him, placing your back to his chest. Apprehensive of your position, you look to his face to try and sense if you’re causing him any discomfort. You look into his eyes and you see nothing but lust and adoration. You know he’s feeling fine.

He reaches down to his throbbing cock, taking the base of it and pushing the tip through your slick folds, collecting juices as lubrication. You whine as he passes your clit, kissing and sucking in the crook of your neck. He pushes down to meet your entrance.

“Tight squeeze now baby shh.. You can take it.”

Pushing inside of you agonisingly slow, your hand reaches behind your head to his, pushing your fingers through his short hair, pulling him into you, deeply exhaling as you feel the full eight inches inside of you, the head kissing your cervix.

Frank fucks you slowly, knowing his body couldn’t handle anymore than this. The long, deep and passionate thrusts have you moaning his name as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. The pleasure for him is elevated by his pain in his injuries, oddly enough, but he always knew he had a masochistic side to him. 

Sex with him like this you’ve always held close to your heart, the passion as he pours his love into with each individual thrust, time stands still and there is nothing in the world but you and him, making love in such an intimate way.

His free hand is situated on your waist and the other is under the crook of your neck, on your breast. He moves the hand from your waist to your throat, gently squeezing and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His teeth and lips delicately grazing the back of your neck, his breaths erupting goosebumps on your skin while his cock fills you to the brim with every push of it. It’s not long before you’re coming undone with him inside of you as deep as he is, pushing your spongy spot so sensationally. 

“That’s it baby, you feel so fucking good stuffed with my cock like this. I love ya honey, lemme feel you gush around me.”

His words push you over the edge into a shaking orgasm, trying your best to stifle your movements to not hurt him. The quickness of your orgasm approaching is ironic considering the slow pace of which you’re being fucked. He continues this way, fucking you so tenderly, pulling himself almost fully and then pushing himself back into you fully, feeling your dripping cream on his balls. 

You both stay like this for a while, slowly fucking for, what feels like, a few hours, losing count of the amount of orgasms you have both shared. He would finish, draining his cock with an abundance of cum each time, cockwarm inside of you for a few minutes until he’s rock hard again ready for the next round. Boty of you are so addicted to the feeling, the sensation of being as close as humanly possible that it's almost impossible to stop. Neither of you realise how much time has passed or how long you’ve been here like this, until you see the sun rising past your curtains. The sight paints the room with beautiful shades of oranges and reds, illuminating your bodies in such tantalising ways.

You giggle to yourself at the realisation of how long you two were going for, and you look back at him and he’s smiling too. That perfect, cocky smile. It had felt like 2 hours tops you were there, interlocked, but time always flies when you’re with him (as corny as it sounds). He places little kisses along the side of your head, his arms pulling you even closer, suffocating you with his grip.

“You always take such good care of me, sweet girl. I dunno what I did to deserve ya.” he whispers into your hair. He pulls his semi-hard cock out of you, and goes to get up but you stop him.

“Just a little longer, please? Just wanna lie like this for a while more.”

He chuckles, getting back into position, 

“Of course doll, not like we’ve been here for hours or nothin’..”

His sarcasm makes you laugh as you look over your shoulder, checking the condition of his injured body. Somehow all of his bandages are still intact, not really having moved all night. You sigh in relief as you cosy into him, starting to feel your eyelids grow heavier as you fall into a deep sleep, waking up for a second about 10 minutes later to the sensation of a warm washcloth between your legs.

“Just cleaning you up doll, won’t be two minutes.” he whispers, cleaning your mixed juices from you before tossing the towel into your wash basket as he resumes the spooning, pulling you into his chest.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you Frankie, not the other way round.” you mumble, sighing and yawning.

He chuckles, kissing you on your cheek,

“Shh darlin’, go back to sleep. You took such good care of me already ya hear me? Wanted ya to be comfortable.”

You hum at his words and within seconds you’re sound asleep again.

“I love ya sweetheart, so much.” he softly utters into your ear as he joins you in deep sleep.

a/n: im not gonna lie yall, i couldnt think of a name for this for the life of me so please don't be surprised if it changes lol. i hope u enjoyed!!

my inbox is open!

[stealingpotatoes]

I already asked an ask but:

What's your favorite canon Anakin Skywalker moment? What's your favorite canon Leia Organa moment?

omg that's hard, for anakin i think i have to go with that bit in TCW when the terrorist guy is like "agh i will blow up this ship if you dont kill me but im unarmed so your order and situationship will hate you! so you cant!" and then anakin just stabs him n goes like ok but i can (: greatest summary of his characterisation in the clone wars

again rlly hard to choose for leia, but i think i have to choose her iconic introduction where she immediately shittalks the 7ft tall space murderwizard that kills people with his mind and insists to him that she's on an aid mission despite the fact he personally just saw her leave with the rebel info 7 minutes ago (as per rogue one). the guts on this girl