#< new tag :o)

[realjoehours]

so uh i started writing another fanfic… give it a read if you want trixie is writing a book in it

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[spearxwind]

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... As you know, the top of the top fights happen here. The gladiators that have made it to the top will fight to usurp or maintain these titles. Look at the roster, place your bets, let the most vicious bastard win, and as always, WELCOME TO THE MIRIN DRAGON ARENA."

[starstruckloves]

self indulgent post, i don’t care, but imagine your f/o being protective over you

someone’s flirting with you ? nope, not on their watch. someone’s getting too close to you ? they’ll make an excuse or blatantly pull you away if thats what you want. and god forbid someone keep insisting or prying for something romantic because they are not scared of making it known that you two are together. whether it’s subtle or not.

they’re not gonna let anyone make you uncomfortable. not while you’re with them anyways.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[shrimpyjackal]

Yes I`ve finally desided to watch A new wish and I`m now one of his fans

[d8tl55c]

[tribbles-the-lesbian]

~🪲Frank & Eddie💌~

🪲 <3 💌

~c’est fini~

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental note to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

[mooniladragon]

people really liked my hal shimeji! wow!! holy shit thanks guys!!! if you want him for yourself i put him on my filegarden

i'm not 100% sure how you're supposed to share one, but i think this works.

heres the link to the zip file (YOUR BROWSER MIGHT BLOCK IT AND SAY ITS A DANGEROUS FILE I ***PROMISE*** ITS NOT. I WOULD NEVER DO THAT (plus i dont know how) it's just because it's a zip file being downloaded off a link.)

some of his frames might look a little goofy btw. fair warning

[royaltea000]

Desperate times call for desperate measures

[kyometeru]

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 “𝑯𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑲𝑼𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑨” ft. Afab reader

⚠︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ⚠︎

—𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 ! * Smut, nsfw, suggestive,

—𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 ! * Breading, Jealousy, slight cervix fucking, mating press, size difference, monster fucking???, unprotected sex, rough sex to passionate (??), dacryphilia, pinning, mdom → msub,

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 !* yes yes, i know i haven't been doing the kinktober prompts but i promise(i don't keep em soo..), I'll try to have more post in by December. Most will probably be more Headcanons. And with the recent events.

You were lying on your back, the spiky grass blades prickling your back. Sweat beaded your body from head to toe. “He” was the one that did this to you, “he” ripped open your shirt revealing your chest. Placing hickies and marks here and there.

You were just walking the streets until you bumped into(or vice versa) someone and spilled your drink on to their shirt. You immediately apologized and volunteered to buy them a new shirt which they refused to. But you instead insisted. By night, you were walking down the sidewalk, the streets were barely crowded now.

You suddenly heard something in the darkness beside you. You were scared at first until you heard “him”, say equally spaced ’po's’. You looked into the darkness to see a familiar figure dressed in white. “He” had pale skin with a long white trench coat with a few rips at the bottom, being uneven. “He” had dark circles under his eyes. “He” had long black hair and a white straw hat on his head.

“He” was pretty muscular and had a large size at best.

You walked over to him and his pale skin soon flushed pink. You gave “him” a small wave and smile. “He” let out a squeaked “Po!” and grabbed your wrist, pulling you more into the darkness.

You ended up in a garden with beautiful flowers and tall hedges. It looks too much like a dream considering “he” is an urban legend that's now a follower of yours. But only appears at night which leads to you waking up late for work.

He grabbed your arm and walked you down a path with stone walls lining it. And a few feet of walking he stops. He turned to you and looked you deeply in the eye with his dead ones. You stared back at him. You wanted to avoid his gaze but it seem to hypnotize you at the slightest.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you more into the hedges. It seemed to be getting more darker. A few lanterns was the only light source but most of them were dim. He stopped in his tracks once again and pulled you into a hug. He was touching all over you. From your thighs to your chest. He pressed your face into his chest with a low grumble erupting from it.

You felt his hard on poking your stomach which made your face feel hot.

You gulped and tried to look up at him but to no avail. Your head was still pressed into his chest. He grabbed your thighs and placed them around his waist, you tumbled backwards hitting the ground but he wrapped his arms you, mostly trying to soften the impact.

He unbuttoned his trench coat and threw it somewhere nearby. You gasped as he nearly ripped apart your blouse(which he did), he stared at your breast for a solid second be latching himself onto one of them. You let out gasps and moans. He rubbed his hard on over your soaking pussy, desperately trying to get inside you. You have done this before but it was mainly you who was overpowering him.

He tugged at your panties and looked at you, his pupils shaping themselves into hearts. You nodded and looked away. He ripped off your panties and threw them somewhere in the hedges. A string followed but got cut short since he threw them.

aligned himself with your pussy and rubbed himself against it, his moans and soft “Po” would absolutely turn you on. You couldn't say you didn't like them. He pushed himself into your heat, grunts and pants we heard. You moaned loudly and he rocked his hips back n forth into you. His cock was webbed in your juices.

Loud slapping could be heard throughout the hedges. If this place was available to other people, you could tell their faces would be full of disgust. He placed your legs more onto his shoulders, leaning forwards to reach deeper into your core. Nearly bumping into your cervix. Your eyes rolling behind your head and tongue lolling out of your mouth. He took that as a signal to kiss you. Your tongues dancing together.

Tears welded in your eyes and so were his eyes. He let go of the kiss, a string following through. Deep panting was apparent. His soft moans and little "Po.." was extremely hot considering he's a big guy and intimidating with his glares. It's rare to see him break into whimpers and moans.

His breathing came to a halt, his hips stuttering the slightest. He let out a strangled elongated "P-Po..!" As he came inside you without warning. You wouldn't get mad at him for not telling you right? You know he doesn't talk much but you'll let it slide.

Besides, it's his way of marking you on the inside just in case you don't like hickies placed onto you.

[fish-with-more-eyes]

hyuse: “a deadline is a weighty thing, with the power to compel, and i suspect that osamu feels this more keenly than others.”

rokuro: “say i set my ducks in a row, to the point that even a worthless idiot could succeed with a little effort… if even that’s not enough for me to climb that first real step, i’ll just be proving that i’m hopelessly incompetent. confirming that truth for myself is my greatest fear of all.”

below here will just be me talking nonsensically abt the new wortri chapters so be warned:

osamu is such a compelling character and i cheer every time ashihara gets to pay off his development and explain the specifics of who he is and personally if i came up with a character with such specific building points i would not be able to resist trying to explain them constantly. this payoff in particular felt chefs kiss since rokuro was set up as a foil and idk i care him very much even though he's just a side character only tangentially related to the main plot. what the f

[goldensunset]

O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell,

I know your wish- it is my wish as well.

[gordonsicedcoffee]

OCTAVIO HINOJOSA as MATEO SAW X (2023) dir. Kevin Greutert

[badyan]

The clanks

"oh-…i can move, you don’t have to sit on the floor"

"I prefered it." he answers simply, not bothering himself to explain anything more than that. His metal feet clanked against each other as he sat on the floor nearby the bed where you were laying, doodling nothings in your sketchbook — the thing you have made a habit to do when you’re hanging out in his quarters while he’s busy.

And you have never seen him this busy before. Hours standing still at his workbench, staring down the poor blueprints, then pacing through the room, his steps more calculated than the clock’s clicks. Nights follow days and the first sun rays always wake you up because there’s no curtains or anything that can make this place cozy at its bare minimum — except for the soft cushions and pillows and blankets on the bed which he has gathered only for you, only because you asked, only because you wanted to spend more time with him.

The bed was giant, clearly made for two, but there wasn’t a chance in the last few days for you to feel the familiar weight sliding closer in the dark of the night, spooning from behind so carefully, his hands gently finding their rest on your waist. Something was haunting him for too long now and you wouldn’t mind waiting for him, no, never have you, but you simply started to get worried about his state — and you’ve approached him with that but was gently turned back to your rest. You knew that he wasn’t going to listen to you anyway — but you also knew you couldn’t just let him be in this alone. So, you’re staying with him for a while. Even if he barely talks to you, he could never deny your company.

And now you’re relieved to see him sitting down nearby to meditate a bit — for the first time during this whole time. You move closer to him, hand gently sliding onto the broad shoulder.

"You should take a rest now, hun…"

"I truly don’t have much time for that." he grunts, though he knows you’re right. And the constant feeling of your attentive eyes was the actual reason why he actually forces himself to set aside his work and go take a breather. Even if he can’t actually breathe nor focus on the meditation itself.

"I…understand.." you reply reluctantly, fingertips brushing along his long collarbone pistons in a little affectionate way. He relaxes his schoulders slightly, subtly giving you more room to caress, and interwhines his hands together in the meditation gesture.

You continue to glide your hand against his metal, almost trying to calm down its unusual warmth — countless hours of mulling over his duties must have caused him to overheat. Mindlessly, your fingers wander further, over his ribbed chest and up to his neck, where they stumble upon the shiny ends of his cable hair. And that soft clank of them gives you an idea.

You sit on the bed, right behind him. An unusual angle — were his shoulders and back always this wide…and somehow heartening to look at? Like you could lean on it and feel the safest in the whole world… He sit on the floor and you still have to slightly raise your hands to carefully grasp his hair, moving it all back. You can feel him flinch just for a bit and you can’t help but smile at him being startled by such a simple touch.

"What are you doing?"

"I’ll just put them up for you," you say softly, shuffling through the thick cables in your hands, feeling their pleasant weight and quiet clanking. He almost scoffs at your offering.

"There’s no need for that-"

"Hush now." you insist, hands brushing through his cables length. "I know how it feels when they start to clutter around and piss you off. Just let me help you a lil’ bit."

And he modulates a sigh, returning to his meditating posture. That’s where you take things into your own hands — and with that, you start to work. Carefully combing his hair, then parting down the center, then starting to weave some cables together in the order only known to you. Your hands go slowly, taking strand by strand so carefully, like it would hurt him otherwise — and Ramattra can’t help but to concentrate only on your movements, feeling every subtle tug and twist you made with his cords, but oh with such care, it makes his circuits warm up…

"What are you planning to make?" he asks after a few minutes of pure silence and, suddenly, you can sense something new in his quiet tone. A hint of hesitation…but in a good way. Oh, it clicks for you immidiately and you can’t help but to chuckle softly.

"Just braids" you murmur, leaning in to give him a sweet little kiss on the top of his head. Such a simple tender gesture, yet it almost makes him falter.

"Braids?..." his head tilts in confusion — and you have to grab it by the sides gently and turn back up.

"Hey, stay still! They’re gonna look great on you, trust me…" your adorable reassurance doesn’t leave him another choice but to surrender. Though, he does find himself enjoying this whole unnesessary braiding thing…Your presence so close and your gentle little hands doing some magic with his hair, these bulky cables following your lead, not without some struggling first, but still. It’s you — you’re doing something for him. You’re here, by his side, all this time…It’s enough to finally let all these irritating thoughts begone. His mind fills with nothings, sweet nothings indeed: your hands playing around with his hair and your breathing quietly making the peaceful rythm of the moment. You are with him.

Is this…the tranquility Zen is always talking about?

He doesn’t realise how long you two were sitting like this. He simply doesn’t care now — everything seems to matter less and less the more you’re tangling your hands in his cables. But eventually, you make the final tugs and withdraw from him.

"Here you go.."

"Already?" he asks too quickly, with an undertone of longing. The moment dissapears so fast, no matter how hard he hopes it to last just a little longer.

"It took me nearly an hour!" you laugh at his question, hands running down your little piece of art. Two thick french braids go from the upper corners of his faceplate down along his head, slightly resembling dragon horns which reach up laying on his shoulders where your hands carefully move them. The weaving was quite simple but made so thoroughly the ends don’t even need something to tie them up — the rubbery texture and the tight neat braiding hold the cables together without any additional knots.

"Now, turn to me."

He slowly does so, feeling how the movements of his head became freer. It feels almost like getting your body part replaced. The same, but somehow still different. He doesn’t feel like he dislikes it, he just isn’t used to the sensation, doesn’t know where to place it within his system — but when he sees himself in the mirror you brought up to his face, he understands it immideately. Love.

Not with the braids, though he does like the way they look on him. He is in love with you. That unconditional, utter feeling which makes his circuits overheat and that electric pulse go haywire till the HUD flashes with a bunch of new warnings. That feeling he thought he never ever would be able to share with someone…

And there are you, looking at him fondly, while being so busy adjusting the way the cables twist around his faceplate.

"You’re gorgeous…You already knew that, don’t you?"

"I-…" his voice stutters into a static — clearly from your sweet words — and he tilts his head slightly to admire your work. "I love it. Thank you, babe" his faceplate lowers to gently press against the crook of your neck, soft vibrations in omnicode expressing the whole of his feelings that he can’t quite place in words now, mimicking the tender kisses. And the way you slightly shy away from his touch, giggling and whining playfully that it’s ticklish — it only makes him fall for you even more, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you flush against his body in a tight embrace, letting himself nuzzle into your neck and get lost in your charming laugher.

A half an hour goes by unnoticed in the sweetest cuddles for the last week, accompanied by cute little pecks here and there, the soft sounds of your whispers, his quiet murmurs and the clanks of his cable braid’s ends when you playfully nudge him in the chest. Yet, suddenly, your eyes flash with an another idea and you pull away, leaving him puzzled and eager to just grab and move you back there for more cuddles.

"Now, you stay here." you lean against the wall and grab your sketchbook, opening it on the new page and biting down on your pencil, looking thoughtfully at your dear omnic, admiring the way confusion stirs within him.

"Why?"

"I need to capture your beauty" and you can hear him steaming from your words.

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thank u for the idea, @statuetochka <з you make me feel so inspired with your art, hope this lil piece will make you smile