#AND I THOUGHT

[zprite-x]

Im desperate over here boss

[ceruleanmarz]

What a time to be bisexual

[yanderefarm]

cw;; nsft

thinking about planning to go out for a nice date night with your beautiful wife ares. he gets all dressed up in a beautiful black dress and heels and red lipstick, he looks amazing. he looks so good you can't help yourself and you push him against the counter. he barely has time to pull his dress up before you're shamelessly rutting against him. he whines and complains about how you're going to be late for dinner but you don't stop. you need your wife right now. his complaining is meaningless anyway because his drooling cunt keeps sucking you in even as he whines no. when you're done you leave him with cum dripping down his thighs and his lacy black underwear stuffed in your pocket. when you're at dinner you sneak into the bathroom with him and promise to give his panties back if he sucks you off. he leaves the prettiest lipstick stains all over your cock and earns his panties back. but his lipstick is all messed up and smeared and his mascara is watering. he looks like a used whore. he loves being your free use whore.

[little-pup-pip]

Baking!!

[forgettable-au]

What was Wingdings and Sans’ school life like? especially early on when Wingdings couldn't talk without some sort of translation. Did they ever get bullied?

Not too important for the story, i'd assume, but you just gotta love the little things-

Yeah... this is probably not gonna matter to the story a lot...

BUT I ALSO LIKE THE LITTLE THINGS SO I'LL ANSWER!!

I'm gonna add a keep reading here because I'll probably yap a lot

Okay, so you would assume they would have been bullied... But they weren't!! not really?

Probably in a more realistic world they would have been, but usually, monsters are pretty nice!! (with some exceptions)

SO! I'm gonna talk about how I think it would have gone

Monsters were nice to Dings, friendly! But there was always the inconvenience of not being understood. And Sans was there to help him but I don't think Wingdings liked that, he wanted to do so himself or not at all And as I've said before, at some point, Wingdings gave up on making friendships work, he isolated himself and focused and what really mattered!!

Sans did have friends! But his first priority was his brother, if he had to skip friend time to be with Wingdings he would do that

So he never really made close friends, just friends

Going back to Wingdings, there were probably some mean monsters that did bother him about the dingbat font at some point, but that wasn't a usual thing! Usually, monsters were nice! And though there was definitely a barrier, they didn't care all that much? BUT WINGDINGS DID CARE, HE KNEW HE WAS DIFFERENT TO EVERYONE ELSE AND WHAT THAT COULD MEAN, so why even bother?

When I was thinking about this I remembered that one scene from Meet the Robinsons:

AND JFKFJKDCJDSK

Small Dings was kinda like that

He was usually outcasted, but no one really disliked him?? They just didn't know him at all because he didn't even try talking to anyone

So no one approached or talked to him, if anything they found him intimidating

Sans was there with him the whole time! So it's not like he had no one at all, but uh,,,, yeah

[thatdawgx]

Sanegiyuu if it was peak

[saintdaily]

day 232

[nomaptomyowntreasure]

favourite patrick moment, from the full video

so much (for) stardust - fall out boy - o2 arena, London (Nov 3, 2023)

[jonathankai]

One of the things I like most about WWX as a character, is how easily his whole image is tiptoeing between dramatic and silly. Some of my favorite examples of this dichotomy are about his weapons.

The first time WWX uses Suibian post-resurrection to repel JGY’s attack. By doing so, he alerts the whole cultivation world to the return of fearsome Yiling Laozu. The second time he uses Suibian to cut watermelon, while LWJ and WN are busy digging graves.

Chenqing is a unique and extremely powerful artifact associated with dark art and death of thousands of cultivators. At the end of the story, it’s WWX’s weapon of choice, although it holds the tragedy of his first life. Oh, and It’s also one toddler’s favorite chew toy.

[moutainrusing]

sunburn

698 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

Flick of the wrist. It was never graceful when Marlene did it. Her wrist itself didn’t even look pretty. There was a streak of sunburn across it, skin prickled red, like a pickled, fleshy chicken, maybe. Plucked feathers. It wasn’t like the chicken needed feathers anyway. It could never really fly.

Marlene could never really fly. And she was relating to a chicken now. What had her life become?

She grasped her wand again, flicked her wrist, and the movement was too jerky for the magic to happen.

The Defence professor chanced a glance in her direction and frowned at her lack of progress, and Marlene winced internally, well-prepared to hear the teacher call for the top student to help her out. It could be Remus, Sirius, James, or, if her luck went badly, which it often did, “Dorcas? Help McKinnon out with the spell, would you?”

On the other side of the room, Dorcas lowered her wand, where she had been constantly casting the Patronus charm just because she excelled at it. She’d looked bored while she’d been casting, like it was too easy, the magic simply flowing out of her without her even asking it to. Her Patronus was a porcupine. Made sense, because Dorcas was prickly and mean and unbothered with everyone and everything.

Without even greeting her, Dorcas walked towards Marlene and raised an eyebrow.

Marlene frowned.

Looking away, Dorcas cleared her throat, “Well? Cast it, yeah?”

“You’re so helpful,” Marlene snarked. Her Patronus would probably be a chicken. That was why Dorcas looked away from her, because she looked like a plucked pink chicken, streaked with sunburn and barbecued in the heat. Angry, she raised her wand and tried, “Expecto Patronum!”

Nothing happened. Dorcas turned to face her. “You need to—” she waved a careless hand, “Think of a happy memory. And flick your wrist more gently.”

Marlene glowered, “You didn’t even see my wrist!”

Dorcas shrugged. “Just… do what I say.”

Marlene threw her hands up. “You don’t know what you’re saying! You’re not smart, because if you were, you’d be able to teach the damn thing, but you can’t, ‘cause your brain’s a shrivelled fig, and you’re a massive prick, like your stupid little Patronus. You’re trying to keep all your knowledge to yourself behind a layer of spines, which, fine, because no one wants your knowledge anyway. Keep to yourself and be useless, why don’t you?”

“You’re the one who’s difficult to help,” Dorcas muttered.

“That’s the problem?” Marlene was incredulous. “Fine, I accept my faults, I’m difficult, but you’re not even trying, Meadowes, so accept that.”

“Fine!” Dorcas finally spoke louder than a mutter. “Fine.” Back to muttering. “Do you… Well, what are your hobbies?”

“My hobbies?” Marlene wanted to punch her. “This isn’t some get-to-know-each-other thing, I want you to teach me!”

“Just— Do what I say for a minute, will you?”

Pursing her lips, Marlene nodded begrudgingly.

“Thanks,” Dorcas sighed. “So, hobbies?”

“Quidditch.”

Dorcas grinned at that. Marlene remembered that Dorcas was quite good at Quidditch too. “When did you first learn how to play?”

“When I was five.”

“What do you remember about it, did anything stick out?”

Marlene smiled to herself remembering it, and Dorcas looked at her eagerly. Before she could answer, Dorcas pointed, “Take that memory and hold onto it, McKinnon, and cast the spell.”

So she did as Dorcas said. “Expecto Patronum.”

Bursting from the tip of her wand to stand in front of her was a corporeal zebra.

She smiled at it. But then she noticed something funny about its stripes. They were too close together to be an actual zebra’s. They looked spiky, thin and sharp like needles, they were— Prickly.

They matched the spines of Dorcas’s porcupine. Holding her breath, Marlene glanced subtly towards Dorcas. But Dorcas had walked back over to her side of the room, and didn’t seem to have realised the similarity between their Patronuses in the slightest. Marlene exhaled in relief. If Dorcas was oblivious, then Marlene could pretend to be oblivious too. The resemblance of their Patronuses meant absolutely nothing. In fact, there wasn’t even a resemblance in the first place. None at all.

[redclown19]

doodle dump! hi! ive mostly been drawing on all the paper i didnt use throughout the year.

for some reason i got really into toyman, so, since the 4th of this month hes been pretty much all i draw. i might post those drawings later.

blood, non realistic gore and nudity under the cut!

metaphor for intimacy and how jon sees it as being vulnerable and how exposing all of itself to jervis is painful while jervis just want to know everything about and love each psrt of jon but is scared of breaking its boundsries , or something like that.

i didnt use any references so the anatomy is whatever! ill just stop looking at it now.

[hdndsjjs]

Me and bae going undercover to take advantage of the bourgeoisie

[pali-and-proud]

[Ep 60 Spoilers]

Oh yeah no don't mind me hahaha see there's this silly little story with these silly little characters who I kinda love more than life itself rn and two of them may or may not be kinda sorta dying nono not an exaggeration they are pieces of paper aha aha a h a no actually its a comedy yes it's a g-rated comedy its just a silly little story with an injured idiot ignoring whatever's happening with his ribs and another idiot who is struggling with severe guilt (pre his loved ones dying lol you know bc they are dying??) (IN ADDITION TO HIS OTHER LOVED ONES DEAD/DYING) and another idiot who finally took the lead (took the fucking reigns oh my God) and maybe died ahahaha oh and our girl finally acting like the kid she is, you know just before she maybe dies, guys guys what is happening

[hoss-bonaventure]

something something about antigone making sure her brother got the burial he deserved even though he was deemed a traitor by her people. "they'll never catch me betraying him. they can't keep me from my own." ignoring the decree of god for the sake of what she herself held morally right. her being led to her own demise over protecting the sanctity of the relationship she and ploynices shared.

something something about natalie going out or her way to give jackie a merciful burial when she suffered a merciless death. "i'm sorry for what we did. rest in peace, jackie". unknowingly being marked by the oracles of the woods for her acts of kindness. suffering "retribution" in her adulthood cause she never was able to scrub jackie's blood of her hands. her death mirroring that of the only girl she knew who loved as fiercely as her…

something something...

[little-pup-pip]

can I get a welcome home Wally darling themed stimbored with pacifier and masc themed things too please

Kinda!!