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pkmn-smashorpass · 10 months ago
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claydol and baltoy both look like those ancient shortstack statues that archeologists euphemistically call fertility statues.
i wouldnt fuck them but id hold them in my other hand when jacking off. feels erotic and also arcane somehow
I’m throwing this activity on my self care calendar
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nanistar · 10 months ago
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theory: Shatterwick asked for her leaving to be kept quiet, but Archray either overheard or found out through Wisp's concern wearing down on keeping it secret - Tornlotus' ban on Archray speaking is him holding a big grudge because Shatterwick ends up in deep shit somehow.
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anotherbloodiedbonesaw · 9 months ago
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paper eaters
It is not as good as zhey say it is.
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gojonanami · 10 months ago
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I just came up with something absolutely wild. (I don't think it's really that executable as a fic, but it's just really weird so I felt like sharing it with you. Also, it's 04:18 where I am so that may excuse the weirdness. Perhaps.)
Imagine being a student in the same year as Suguru, Shoko and Satoru and just having this ability that derives off irritating others. So you would have to study psychology books or watch movies or do anything to just study people.
And imagine this... while during training, people think it's going to be a normal training sesh exercising their CTs, yeah? Hell nah. Depending on who your opponent is, in my head it's Mei Mei, but the prime target, really, should be Nanamin, you just go all out with your irritation technique.
You put on makeup for a long time, do your mascara, wear a provocative all-leather outfit, paint your nails black in preparation for just a training session. And then, in the midst of fighting, you just alternative been fighting and jumping and dancing like you spend every single night at the club. And to top all of this off, someone, for instance Haibara, just slides across a skateboard, and you use it in the midst of the fight, irritating your opponent by skating around them while singing your lungs off and provoking them. And then, as an attack, you jump off your skateboard, break it into little splinters and then use them as pin-pointed attacks that target pain points on your opponent's body.
This whole deranged, unhinged, wild fiasco, however, is not one that would be approved by the higher-ups. So, unfortunately for you, the higher-ups happen to show up to Jujutsu Tech on that day and when they see this whole... insanity... they are horrified and expel you from the school.
But you are undeterred. Instead, you end up flipping them off and shouting: "Well, now I can go to Harvard without any worries. Hah!"
But just as you're packing up your stuff in your dorm, you find Suguru knocking on your door because your ideologies clash. Suguru is about protecting and loving others, and so his view (which then becomes twisted) is about prioritising others, while for you, it is prioritising yourself (and in your case, choosing whether you want to attend Harvard or Oxford).
And this absence of yours can bleed into and feed into Suguru's bad mental state if you are close friends or more.
And then you find yourself confronted with the realisation: was the life that you were having in Harvard being a star student with all sorts of local and international students worth it if you're ignoring the reality of curses and leaving your friends behind and not supporting them?
But you are too late. So you either retreat into your shell of ignorance or come back only to be confronted with utter heartbreak.
you know i forgot to respond to this, but this was a wild fic idea, i don't think i am capable of pulling this off but like i loved reading it
hahah 4:00 AM is a weird time of night hahaha <3
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flowerjam · 1 year ago
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By ememem.flacking on IG
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ok-dxh-knockmeout · 10 months ago
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recently made myself a review on trope d'amore. having sooo many thoughts 👁️👁️
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chronal-anomaly · 2 years ago
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@outlawschaos asked:
"you know, people can hear you." ( random n chaotic || accepting )
I want so badly to say this isn't Ashe making fun of Lena's accent because she can't understand a word she says but yeah that's probably accurate (':
Lena's face screwed up in false offense - you didn't become a hero of Overwatch without hearing every joke under the sun, and Ashe's was relatively lame in comparison to that she's heard previously.
Her lips groped for the words, practiced after making fun of Cassidy's accent. She had been better at mocking the tone after a drink or two, but the mockery would go on.
"Well, y'know." Lena drawled, in a clear parrot of Ashe's own accent. "When ya give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson. Stuff like that outta get you busted black and blue! People can hear ya too, jabberin' on about the way they talk. Outta be ashame a' yerself."
Seemingly proud of herself, Lena gave a wink and stumbled back a foot or two. Laughter bubbled up, clear and bright, against the woman's rough tone.
"How's that for takin' the piss? Wha', ya never heard a' ol' fashion Londoner before? Bloody shame, but then again, Yanks are all the same."
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kochei0 · 9 months ago
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months ago
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Expertise can't help you here.
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ithappensoffstage · 8 months ago
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I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishistic"
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itsdabatt · 4 months ago
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when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes
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ideas-ideasideasideas · 3 months ago
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Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.
Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.
Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.
Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?
The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—
What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.
(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)
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detailedart · 4 months ago
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Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness
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militarizedsubconscious · 26 days ago
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Why is the car booping me BACK so often???
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bug-s0da · 3 months ago
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blehhh...
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i made an aa/lawyersona of @snapscube :3 we all know and love the lawyer+silly girl duos of ace attorney but it's about time the silly girl became the lawyer
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