#*will smith pose* tada

[nonsupe-a]

it shouldn’t take him as long as it does to answer,      to look up and find the soft greens of his eyes.      silence shouldn’t be as heavy between them as it is after the question leaves the other mans lips,          “   what makes me so special?   ”

to me?      or to them?

he could answer both in one swing if he wanted to.     with one word.     because it doesn’t take any kind of report or some kind of fucked scientist to know that he carried something in him that was different,      that was far better in every way it could be,      and it had very little to do with whatever mess compound v could do to a human being.      but shiloh remains silent,      unmoving.

what makes me so special?

“   everything.   ”        he finally says,      lifting his eyes to meet leons soft green gaze across from him.          “   everything you are and everything you want to be.      everything in here,   ”         reaches out and taps his index on @antisupe​s chestplate,      over his heart,          “   is what makes you special.      nothing more,      nothing less.   ”

[daftbitch]

Hi it’s Nekomamushi anon. I’m thinking about the big guy again (Will Smith tada pose)

Nekomamushi lies on his back, head propped up against the wall, slit-pupiled eyes on you. He’s purring, as usual, while you fuck yourself on his length, your arms resting on his belly, clinging to the fur for leverage. His giant, fluffy tail is folded over his body, the tip curled around your leg, soft on your skin.

It’s so good. He’s so big and reaches so deep and it’s so fucking good.

“You’re insatiable today,” Nekomamushi growls. He had already brought you to climax twice against his tongue, and yet you still asked for his dick. “I didn’t know lesser minks experienced heat. Or is it just you?” “Oh, god,” you moan, more focused on angling your hips to grind him against your g-spot than much else. “Fuck. I don’t knowww.” He runs a hand up your side. His thumb trails down your breast, the sharp nail just barely scraping the skin to make you whimper, then the pad of his thumb rubs over your nipple. Your eyes flutter shut as you clench firmly around him, head falling back.

“Ah, don’t worry… just focus on how good it feels, hm?” He touches the tip of his claw directly on your nub, smirking when it makes you buck your hips, then goes back to gentle rubbing.

You peek one eye open at him. “What do you–” you pause, eyes rolling back a moment as you get a particularly good thrust in– “–fuck. What do you want me to say? That I can’t go back–ahh–to people my size now that I’ve had this?” 

“Trust me, kitten. Yougara do not need to say it.” Nekomamushi’s smirk spreads into a full cheshire grin, each sharp, white tooth longer than your finger. His hand runs back down your body, huge in comparison to you, entirely covering your hip. He easily reaches your clit with his thumb, pressure gentle but firm when he strokes in small, sure circles. He groans when you cry out his name and double your pace. “Gonna cum on my cock, little kitten?” “Yes!” you whine. “Yes, yes, I’m getting there… Oh, ‘Koma…” His pleased growl rumbles through your body. “Good kitten… Just look at you, split in two and loving it…” He reaches up to trace the bulging outline of his cock in your belly before returning to tease your clit. “How’s this?”

“Little more pressure,” you pant, breath catching when he gets it just right. “Oh, fuck! Yes, like that! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” "Don't worry, don't worry... I won't stop until you cum."

You ride him harder and faster, sweat dripping, legs almost numb, thick bolts of pleasure snapping through your core like lightning, a glimpse of an intense peak. Nekomamushi keeps his pace steady on your clit, rhythmic, perfect, each brush physically pushing you closer to the end.

You cum hard, gasping, pressing your head into his belly as your hips stutter, stretched-thin walls pulsing around his girth. It comes in powerful waves, leaving your cunt wracked with aftershocks and your legs twitching uselessly. And it doesn’t ease up right away, seeming to stretch on and on, pulse after pulse. You’re not sure how many seconds–minutes?–it’s been, but your clit hasn’t stopped throbbing when Nekomamushi wraps his hand around your waist.

“If that won’t be enough to settle you down,” he purrs, lifting you almost-but-not-quite all the way off his cock, “then this will.”

He brings you back down, spearing you on his length. Your gasp turns into moans when he starts using you like you’re a living toy, grip on you secure as he jerks your body up and down on him, like you’re nothing more than a warm sleeve for his cock.

Where your pace was limited by your strength, Nekomamushi has no such issues. He handles you like you weigh nothing, tongue lolling out as he gives it to you faster and rougher than how you were taking him before, the feral manhandling dragging you right back to the edge.

“Such a tight little thing,” his breath comes in ragged pants and growls, “all for me to fill up and breed, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry as your peak washes over you a second time, right as Nekomamushi pulls you all the way down, almost flush against his hips, letting out a deep, primal snarl as he releases inside you.

Each wave of his orgasm comes with another hot pulse of cum and him thrusting up into you again, his grip around you tightening. You think maybe minks work differently than humans, because there’s always so much. It’s always a mess. A very satisfying mess.

You’re boneless against him, totally spent and exhausted. He doesn’t move for a while, either, not even to pull out, idly rubbing your back and hips as you both bask in the afterglow.

Nekomamushi smut anon I have a waited for you every day to return, gazing out my window, longing for your presence once again. You have truly succeeded in making me explode with horny (only a feat that Doe has been able to do) I commend you greatly. I have now read this so many times that every time I close my eyes, I see the words imprinted on the inside of my eyelids. You are truly giving me a gift and I could never thank you from the depths of my soul. I love this so much thank you so fucking much I’m going to go read this another 50 million times and cry of happiness bless you 🙏🙏🙏 I hope you always have more money than you thought you had in your bank account. I hope every traffic light is always green on the way to your destinations. I hope whatever outfit you find it is in your size and in your price range especially if it’s the last one. I love you so much Nekomamushi smut anon 💖💖💖



[crimson-catalyst]

(will smith tada pose) LOOK AT HER!!!!

be the thing in the woods that terrifies the townspeople.

collab with my good friend @crimson-catalyst!! :D

he drew laugar for my birthday some weeks ago, and i went ahead and colored his sketch lines with my fancy digital marker brush. and that's how this came to be :3

[quickspinner]

You Only Had to Ask

(don’t get used to this pace, guys, I still have a lot of big fics to work on, but I can have a little one shot here and there. As a treat)

Alright, @airi-p4, here’s your fix-it fic. 😘 I wasn’t really gonna because I wasn’t actually that upset about the ep, but then there was chatting and I got to thinking--and the rest of my thoughts are under the cut because--

Season 4 SPOILERS for Truth and Gang of Secrets

eta sorry guys I swear there was a cut there before I posted, all fixed now

Because if you can just talk someone out of an akumatization out of Friendship then why the hell can’t we just do it out of Love. If we’re going to arbitrarily decide (despite repeated, frequent evidence to the contrary) that appealing to the person under the akumatization is a thing that can actually work, then WHY THE HELL NOT, LET’S GO. Talk-no-jutsu for the win.

(not that I’m bitter)

Our scene picks up during the fight in Marinette’s room during Truth. I’m really terrible at action you guys so please forgive the obvious deficiencies in the fight-related stuff (especially the way I completely forgot about Phaero for 90% of this.

Oh and I fixed Chat a lil bit while I was at it.

***

She had to stop him. Ladybug steeled herself, and then ripped the belt off of her mouth. “Luka, please stop! You can stop this. I know you don’t want to do this. This isn’t how you wanted to find out! You told Marinette she could tell you everything or nothing, that she could be herself with you!”

“But she isn’t,” Truth snarled. “Tell me—”

She didn’t wait for the compulsion, answering quickly to keep him from specifying. “She is herself with you! Her best self! And she does trust you, but some secrets don’t belong to just one person!” 

Truth sent Chat flying, and Ladybug had to dodge debris from his impact. “Luka,” Ladybug said desperately. “You helped me as Viperion. What did you tell your family and your friends after that?” 

Truth visibly jolted. Hope rising, Ladybug persevered, listening with one ear as Chat tried to extract himself behind her. She held a hand behind her in a wait gesture. “What would you have told Marinette if you had to leave to become Viperion? Would you have lied to her?”

“No!” Truth yelled, grabbing his head in his hands. “No, I would never lie to Marinette—I—”

“But you wouldn’t break my trust, would you? You know how important it is to keep identities secret!” Ladybug pressed.

“I know,” Truth ground out. “But I can’t lie to Marinette!” 

“So you wouldn’t lie to her,” Ladybug persisted, dodging a blast from Pharoah. She glanced at Chat and nodded a the orb, and he launched himself at the sentimonster with a yowl. “But you can’t tell her the truth, either, right? Because you don’t trust her?”

“No! I trust Marinette. I love her!” Truth growled, shaking his head, still in his hands. “Marinette wouldn’t be safe if she knew! I can’t put Marinette in danger. Or my family! I had to keep the secret.” 

“So you can see that there are reasons why someone might not be able to tell the truth,” Ladybug cried. “It doesn’t mean Marinette doesn’t trust you! It doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you! I’m sure she loves you very much, Luka, or she wouldn’t be trying so hard, even when she keeps failing.” 

“I—” Truth gasped, and looked up at the wall above Ladybug’s head. 

“Look, she has pictures of you,” Ladybug said quickly, throwing out a hand to point in a way that blocked some of the Adrien photos from view. “Look, tacked on top of all these others! Aww, cute, she put a heart on this one!” 

Truth made a sound that might have been a sob, and fell to his knees. “Marinette,” he gasped, and the purple mask appeared over his face. “No,” he growled. “I won’t do this. Digging into her secrets won’t make her trust me any more than before!” 

“Yes! Fight it, Luka, I know you can do it, you’re so strong.” Ladybug knelt in front of him. “Fight it for Marinette.”

“No,” Truth growled again, louder. “She chose me. I told her—anything—or nothing—and I. Don’t. Lie!” The mask shattered, the butterfly and feather burst from his necklace, and Truth slumped to the ground, becoming Luka as he collapsed. Ladybug’s yoyo whirred out and clapped shut around the butterfly and the feather as she sighed in relief. 

Ladybug felt the compulsion lift from her as she released the purified butterfly, and quickly dropped back down beside Luka to scoop him up, tears in her eyes. “You did it,” she told him as she held him close. “You did it, Luka. I knew you could.” 

Luka’s hand closed around her upper arm. “Marinette...I have to find her. I have to tell her...I’m so sorry…” 

“She knows, Luka,” Ladybug said tenderly, smoothing the hair back from his face. “She’s fine. Now breathe. It’s going to be okay.” She rocked him a little bit. He was still shaking from the effort. She wiped tears from his face with her gloved fingers. “It’s been a rough day. I’m sorry.” 

He rested against her for a moment, eyes closed, breathing deeply as he tried to ground himself. 

“Ah, so, we’re done then?” Chat asked, tilting his head. “Because as much fun as we have together, I have someone—somewhere to be right now.” 

“Go ahead Chat,” Ladybug smiled. “I’ve got this.” She threw her lucky charm in the air, still holding Luka with one arm, and the ladybugs swarmed through the city. Chat grinned, giving her his two fingered salute before leaping out of the skylight.

Ladybug waited a moment, listening, but Luka began to push away from her, trying to get up. “I have to find Marinette,” he said heavily, but Ladybug tugged him back. 

“No, you don’t,” she said.

Luka frowned at her. “Yeah, I really do.” 

Ladybug took his face in her hands and he blinked in surprise. “No,” Ladybug said quietly. “You really don’t. Because she’s right here.” She took a breath as Luka stared at her in confusion. “I’m tired of having to lie to the people I care about,” Ladybug quavered, and had to clear her throat. “And...I need help. I can’t do this all on my own. You’ve always been there for me, Luka. I absolutely trust you. And even though it’s dangerous, I…” She paused, steeling herself as she looked into his still-confused but compassionate eyes. His hand found her shoulder and gripped it, and she smiled. “Spots off,” she whispered, and closed her eyes against the pink glow of magic that engulfed her. 

When she opened them again, Luka was still staring at her from between her hands. His eyes were like saucers. 

“Oh,” he said weakly, and Marinette giggled. Slowly, she drew him forward, giving him time to back away, though he still seemed too stunned to move. His eyes flicked down to her lips just before she got too close to see anything else, and his lips formed to match hers as she pressed into him. It was nice, spreading a pleasant warmth through her— 

All at once Luka came back to life. His arms wrapped tight around her, nothing like the cautious way he had held her while she cried. This time he pulled her close and curled around her, and his mouth began to move against hers in a way that sent thrills through her whole body, and just like that she went from the kisser to the kissee, bent slightly back in his arms as he kissed her again and again. 

“You’re so amazing,” he gasped between kisses. “I thought i knew that, but—” The next kiss was harder, and his hand was buried in her hair, and she nearly felt dizzy from it. “You’ve been doing so much,” he said, mercifully pausing the kissing to pull back and look at her. “I’m so sorry, Marinette, I—I’m so sorry.” 

“Me too,” she whispered, curling up against him. “Me too, Luka. It was wrong of me to try and date you when I can barely keep it together as it is. I just...I wanted it to work so badly…” 

“It will work,” Luka promised, guiding her head down to his shoulder. “We’ll make it work. Now, I know, and—um...hi…” He trailed off, and when Marinette peeked up at him, he was staring over her shoulder, his expression bewildered. 

Marinette lifted her head and looked around to find they were encircled by the kwami.    

“Oh,” she giggled. “I guess I, um...have some introductions to make.” 

“I guess so,” Luka replied weakly. “Hey, Sass.”

Sass chuckled, and flew to perch on Luka’s shoulder. 

“Hey,” Marinette pouted, poking Sass in the tummy. “We’re having a moment, here.” 

“By all means,” Sass smirked. “Proccceed.” 

Marinette pouted, but Luka just began to laugh, and leaned down to kiss the pout off her face.

“You heard him.” He grinned, and stroked a hand through her hair. “We have a lot to talk about, huh?” Then he froze, his gaze going distant. 

“Luka?” Marinette put her hand on his cheek, and he looked back down at her.

“Jagged Stone’s my dad,” he said wonderingly, and when Marinette bit her lip and nodded, he added, “Shit.” 

“Shh,” Marinette put her finger over his lips. “The last thing I need is for the kwami to learn to swear.” 

 “What makes you think we can’t already?” Xuppu snickered, and Marinette groaned, burying her head in Luka’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she mumbled, fingers curling in her hoodie.

“Not really,” Luka admitted, and she felt his big hands running over her back absently. “It’s a lot.” He sighed, and dropped a kiss on the top of her hair. “I probably need to get back to the Liberty. Seems like there are a few people I need to talk to.” 

“Yeah.” Marinette lifted her head, and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. His eyes fell closed and he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat that she liked very much. “You should rest, too. So...kiss me goodbye, and we’ll talk about the rest of it after you deal with your family.” 

Luka nodded. “I’m here if you need me, though. I mean it, Marinette. I know we haven’t had time to talk about the details, but this—” he glanced around at the kwamis who were still watching them like a favorite soap, “this is a lot. I’m yours first anytime you need to talk, okay?”

Marinette smiled broadly. “You’re mine.” 

Luka snorted softly. “Like that’s news.” 

Marinette giggled. “Shut up and kiss me you dork, and then I’ll take you home by Ladybug express.” 

Luka frowned. “Shouldn’t I apologize to your parents first?”

Marinette reached up and ran her hands through his hair again, regarding his kiss-bruised lips with satisfaction. “I don’t think you’re especially presentable right now.”

Luka blushed, and she grinned wider. “Right,” he coughed. “Then, yes please.” 

Some time later, Ladybug set a breathless Luka down on the Liberty’s deck. She was gone a moment later, and Luka stared after her with a dopey smile.

“Did you just make out with Ladybug?”

Luka jumped and turned to face his sister’s maybe-impressed stare.

“No! No way!” Luka—well, not exactly lied, because he hadn’t been kissing Ladybug. He’d been kissing Marinette, who was...Ladybug...his knees went weak and he had to sit down on a nearby rope spool. Trying to cover, he grinned up at Juleka. “Marinette and I made up.”

Juleka raised her eyebrows. “Made up, or made out?”

“Both,” Luka laughed. “She is my girlfriend after all.” He laughed harder at Juleka’s expression. “You didn’t notice?” 

Juleka’s wide eyes said she hadn’t, but before she could answer, someone cleared their throat. Both siblings turned to find Jagged Stone standing sheepishly on their gangplank. He gave a little wave of his fingers, and Luka and Juleka exchanged a look. 

“Well, this is gonna be a weird conversation,” Luka muttered under his breath. 

Fiction Master Post

[adentollo]

so I was listening to Will Smith’s songs from the new Aladdin movie while drawing Mikey and this is how I feel right now

[vickysidhe]

Trevor loves his wife, okay?

Sypha- Me

Trevor- @hyperglycemiclizard

[meadow-roses]

I have drawn him enough now I don’t what to caption another art dump of him lol I’m just

///will smith pose/// it’s Felix!!!

also tada one of them is colored XD 

[typexhidemymistakes]

Welp thanks to @bellamer I've decided to show my own oc for "maraimashita! Iruma kun" so here she is

(Tada! *will smith showing pose*)

Her name is Poppet Leah (last name, first name), she is currently a teacher at Babils *cough* reluctantly *cough* teaching "Mana economy" as an elective. Previously she had been working at MBRS "Magical Beasts Relocation and Security deparment" but was snatched by Sullivan after the Walter Park incident (manga spoilers if you don't know what I'm talking about). The day she graduated Babils she never thought she was gonna be back, not as a teacher at least.

And well that's it. I have way too much about her but at the same time too little to put it in a comprehensible post. But you are welcomed to ask questions if you wanna. V(' ~ ')V

[kimberly-spirits13]

Tell Her You Love Her (Request)

Paring: Raven x reader

Synopsis: It’s your first anniversary with Raven and you decide to learn magic to tell her you love her.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 774

��          You flipped through a book that was kept hidden in the back of your bedroom closet, away from sight, and most importantly, out of reach or knowledge of your girlfriend too whom you were studying magic for. See, today was your one -year anniversary and it was a huge deal. Ever since you developed a crush on Raven, you had been planning to start learning magic to impress her.

           You practiced the spell one last time to make sure that everything was ready before getting up out of your bedroom and hiding the book once more before heading down the hall to see if Raven was ready for the date night. You knocked on the door waiting for her to open it a few seconds later.

           “You ready Ray?” You asked leaning against the door frame a bit.

           She smiled some nodding “yes” before the two of you walked downstairs and outside.

           The two of you decided that you didn’t really want to do anything massive for a dinner, you guys had had an entire day together exploring the city and wandering around old shops and cafés. Instead of going anywhere massive, you decided a picnic on the beach and watch the sunset, as cliché as it might have been.

           You held the basket and she the lantern to lead you down past some of the rocks, to a flat point in which the tide could not reach. After making it down to the shore you laid down the blanket in the sand and sat down pulling out the food and drinks. The lantern was set in the middle of the blanket where it would illuminate the area greatly as the sun started to sink in the horizon.

           The great star let out a show of bright pinks, purples, and oranges in the partly cloudy sky. Salt water breeze filled your lungs and you smiled letting the wind catch your hair. It was the most serene feeling sitting there in near, comfortable silence as the night sky got darker and darker.

           You got a bit nervous for a few minutes knowing what time it was. You cleared your mind thinking of all the ways this could possibly go right instead of wrong.

           “Y/N/N, are you alright?” Raven asked, the look of confusion and concern gracing her face ever so slightly.

           “Positively peachy Ray.” You replied smiling some.

           Once the sun had nearly set you moved the lantern behind you, dimming the brightness.

           “I have a magic trick for you.” You smiled taking out a deck of cards.

           “Let’s see.” Rachel smirked at your antics.    

           “Pick a card lovely.” You said as she blushed at the nickname and drew a card waiting for the next instruction.

           “Alright show it to me.” You said.

           “Wait that’s not how this works right?” She asked bewildered for a minute.

           “Yep, it is. Now let’s see that card.” You answered smirking.

           She showed you the card and you faked examined it closely making her laugh, “The magician needs the utmost silence Rachel.” You said taking the card.

           “Oh yes, of course.” Rach replied under stifled giggling before you threw the card deck back.

           “Well we won’t be needing that anymore.” Doing this quickly enough so that she couldn’t ask any questions, you chanted a few words and then watched as bright pink purple sparks came out of your hand and circled around the two of you.

           Rachel was stunned, her jaw dropping as you smirked some, not breaking concentration. The end result was a floating, glittering purple message reading, “I love you Rachel.”

           You had that look on your face like you just did something amazing. It was a proud look before you spread your arms almost doing the Will Smith pose, “Tada!”

           She jumped up and tackled you into a hug smiled all the while.

           “I love you so much too!” She said, “When did you learn that?”

           “I started a few weeks before we went out the first time. I’ve been practicing in secret ever since.”

           “How did you manage to hide this?” Rachel was pounding you with questions about all of this and you proudly and honestly answered each and every one before the two of you headed back to the tower for the night.

           You took out the book from your safe in the back of the closet and handed it to her. She examined the page and then tabbed a few.

           “I’ll teach you these if you’d like.” Rachel offered.

           “Sure!” You almost jumped up and down knowing that you’d get even better as the weeks passed faster than if you had taught yourself.

[nonsupe-a]

morning air is cold and still,      fog beginning to lift in the distance.      the garage doors are open now,      allowing the cool air to fill the space between shop and living area.      the cats stretch and peek out from under the blanket atop shilohs bed and wander the shop floor,      scurrying with cola to the food bowls across the way once shiloh has placed them both down for their breakfast.

its a welcomed peace,      one that parts of him have searched and chased after for decades or   ...   perhaps even longer than.      a desire he was a completely familiar with and now succeeded in gaining.      finally he has moments where he can breathe the fresh air into his lungs and feel at ease again.      no more rotten city air to ruin the mornings as the sun continues to rise over the trees and shiloh warren has his first cup of coffee for the day,      preparing for what may come as the day goes on.      thankfully that usually involves no more than a few visits from the locals looking for a quick and easy fix,      a few appointments to tend to before he calls it quits for the day and closes shop;  bringing the animals in when he does.

a few hours yet until his first appointment comes through and shiloh sips what is his third cup of coffee,      the mug cradled delicately in both hands to warm his fingers as steam dances into the air.      the sun is over the trees now,      sign enough to him that its a little past eight or nine in the morning and still this little town in the middle of nowhere has not yet begun to wake.      at least not all of it.

there is,     however,     at least one soul making their presence known.      shiloh can hear their approach on the gravel,      the soft crunch of it underneath them as they move closer.      cola comes immediately to shilohs side as he rises from the lawn chair,      seating herself beside him:   ever the loyal guard dog.      mug of coffee still cradled in his hands.          “   can i help you ?   ”

[xxx-disaster-in-progress]

Does anyone have the template or know the name of this one meme of a woman with dark hair and a white top, I believe, showing off text in a similar pose to the Will Smith Tada meme? She looks like a stock image? If so, can someone share it with me, cuz I've been searching for two days and can't find it.

[sakudrew]

*sits maosona in a chair and does the will smith tada pose* Whats Brandon's opinion on Mao?~ owo//

“ Oh… You’re the cutie that Laslow keeps talking about… Did he ask you to have some tea with him today?”

“I can offer much more better you know…Something like a wild ride~”

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

Hoped reblog this or see it something.

Twisted Alice: *Starts looking sad* :(

*Twisted Derek just pats her on the head very softly*

Twisted Alice: :)

Later.

Twisted Alice: He's the biggest errand boy and he's beautiful! *Does that Will Smith tada meme pose as she presents him*

Twisted Derek: Alice......

Later again. My original idea or whatever I wanted to do related to the first game.

Twisted Alice: Are you ready to ascend my little errand boy?

Henry: What about your big errand boy?

Twisted Alice: He makes living in this ink world worth it.

Later but it's something better.

Twisted Derek: I...AM...THE...GUARDIAN...OF...ANGELS!

Twisted Alice: THE INK DEMON AND JOEY DREW QUIVER BEFORE HIM!

Twisted Derek: FUCK....OFFFFF!!

*Ink Bendy just looks really confused*

Twisted Derek/Twisted Barry: *Trying to sing a song to Twisted Alice/Susie. But it's difficult for him to say complete lines. It's mainly him, "ANGELS...ARE...BEAUTIFUL...YOU'RE...MY...ANGEL" because he has trouble speaking clearly too at times*

Twisted Alice: *Crying tears of joy and starts clapping* Oh my God that was beautiful. I loved your effort.

*I'm trying to recall. Think I may of been inspired by my last reblog but I can't remember clearly. It seems humorous but the ship between Derek and Susie in their reincarnated forms is wholesome while twisted in a way*

*Susie basically loves her big yet tender demonic bear monster. He considers her beautiful and just it's some how pure*

Tags done and I literally made a Derek X Susie tag now. XD :D