#I really love this idea

[mikibaby94]

Not So Faded Memories 👻✨

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My friends and I were talking about Mario being afraid of anything with portraits or (maybe mirrors?) considering he's been trapped not once, twice, but THREE times now. I think he'd have major PTSD moments and a little paranoia haha.

Also sorry for my piss poor handwriting it was late and I should've done the text thingy but wasn't up for it rip 💀

[kii0mi]

Zombie Au

Original post

TRIGGER WARNING! There’s some blood on the drawing, very little and no injuries, but thought I’d put a warning anyways

I’ve been playing around with a half zombie!Danny, didn’t think I’d love this idea so much but it’s really fun! This is the design I’ve thought of for Danny, and I plan on at least making a reference page for the designs of the human!ancients. Clockwork, pandora and frostbite and guaranteed to have a new design planned for them, I might also do others like ember, and kitty, Johnny and shadow :)

My plans for them so far are: clockwork as a cryptic man who used to work in a clock shop, pandora as a Greek woman who is a martial artist expert, frostbite and his tribe as a group of scientists who were around the earlier tests of the virus but maybe left for ethical concerns (might change), ember as a punk artist traveling around and sharing her music, and kitty and Johnny as a motorcyclist couple who adopted a docile zombie dog. I’d like to continue world building on this, hopefully my energy allows it :)

Original idea by @phanboyo

[enquire]

Kismet

I imagine anyone following this series could probably guess who I was doing next. Yep, it's Utsuro. This one was kind of interesting. I'm not super sure about the markings (they might be a little too complex? still thinking about it) and his hair was a pain to translate into pony form for me. No clue why he gave me more trouble, but I might end up changing that aspect later because it still feels a little off to me. Also, the markings are sort of part of his cutie mark, kind of like how Luna's is. I kinda wanted to give the vibe of his cutie mark being invasive/changing him. Like his coat has been symbolically tainted or burned from it. He always had some spots and freckles, but after he got his mark, the darker markings + patches/shadows over his flanks and legs appeared.

Anyway, let's get into things...

Kismet was an ordinary earth pony who lived with his family somewhere in Equestria. Like most ponies, he was excited to get his cutie mark, and curious about what it would be.

When an oddly foreboding black mark appeared on his flank one day, strangely accompanied by several new markings, at first, Kismet was just as overjoyed as any former blank flank would be.

However, as time passed, it became clear that Kismet's cutie mark was unique, to say the least. Because no matter what kind of trouble came his way, somehow, it would pass him by completely unharmed.

Good fortune and success followed him wherever he went. Kismet prevailed whenever he attempted anything, and those closet to him were often granted the same blessings.

Soon, everypony wanted to have Kismet around. In the beginning, Kismet was happy to suddenly have so many friends. But eventually, he began to realize that nopony wanted his companionship because they cared about him or enjoyed spending time together.

When a team wanted to win an important game of hoofball, they invited him. When his town's mayoral election came around, the two candidates fought for his support. And the few friends and family Kismet had cared about slowly began to treat him differently.

It shouldn't be a surprise, then, that Kismet came to see the mark as a curse. Once he realized the fortune tied to him was the root problem, he tried everything he could think of in order to make it stop. But no amount of bad luck charms or attempts to control it himself affected the endless good luck.

In the end, Kismet gave up entirely. He left his hometown behind, and started covering up his cutie mark and going by various aliases during his travels. (His current being "Sunset Shores," and using a cutie mark belonging to somepony too distant from him to have the identity theft be an issue)

He tried a few times during this period to start new lives for himself. But inevitably, his good luck would start affecting things around him and the ponies he had met. And in the end, the connection would be made between the two, and Kismet would quietly vanish.

Being alone was somehow more tolerable than being lonely while surrounded by others. So Kismet simply drifted from place to place, not making connections, and never allowing anyone to really get to know him.

On a few instances, his path led him to several other outcasts. Ponies who had nothing, were failures, or had nopony to trust or rely on. Kismet couldn't help but see himself in them. And the ways in which his fortune changed those ponies' fates were some of the only times Kismet ever felt anything positive about his mark.

Though after the connection was made, and things began to deteriorate, Kismet would disappear again. The gratitude and reverence was overwhelming. That being said, he never regretted them, and eventually, he came to realize that somewhere along the way, one pony whose path had crossed his was different. There was one pony who he had helped, who had seen what he was, and yet still saw him before any of the rest.

Perhaps that is why she, and she alone, was able to find him again. After traveling halfway across Equestria, the two of them met once more. And so, Kismet no longer travels alone.

Also, above are examples of what it looks like when he covers up his original cutie mark.

Right: "Sunset Shores" with Clover Shore's cutie mark. Left: Blank flank version. (he doesn't always bother with replacing it)

Last few notes: Kismet's fortune is probably a little different given the universe and how cutie marks work. It still makes his life miserable but doesn't necessarily completely drag the meaning from everything. At least not quite to the degree divine luck does. Just a *bit* less intense but still a curse.

And there isn't a despair cult, world-ending tragedy, nor any killing games in the works here, so there's that too...

[potofstewie]

2:42AM

A/N: It’s 2:42am and the old man has been rotting my brain for a few days now so apology for it being visually lackluster. NSFW MDNI

W/C: <1K

He needed you. Maybe that’s why he was currently trying his damnedest to make you stay, to make you see how much you needed each other. He didn’t allow his mind to wonder on how he performed compared to him, he simply couldn’t. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know if he held your plush legs tighter and higher than he did. If he hit deeper and harder and faster than he did. He didn’t even want to know if he could give you a better orgasm than he ever did.

All he knew in that moment was that you were the remedy to make his pain go away and he was yours. He knew that this was never supposed to happen. But he fucked up. All it took was an hour of sitting in silence before he leaned over and touched your lips with his. He couldn’t even call it a kiss. All they did was lightly touch each other, spit not even present on his peach colored lips. He knew that you shouldn’t have stayed put, millimeters away from his face, eyes looking up at him in a mix of anticipation and a barely hidden plea of help.

He couldn’t help but freeze when you reciprocated his action; your own “kiss” nothing but a soft touch of starved lips. You did it a second time and then he followed suit on the third time. The fourth time was when you both allowed the hunger to take over, to finally allow each other to grace another pair of lips with a kiss filled with emotion. Filled with love with no home, filled with yearning that will never be properly satiated, filled with lust that lay dormant for so long, waiting for the persons that would never come back from the dead.

The haphazard mashing of your lips would deepen and grow hotter as his calloused hands traveled to your cheeks and pushed you closer; his body craving for you. He sank into the feeling of your rushed and anxious hands snaking up to his neck and tangling in his flame colored hair; scalp missing the touch of another. The jaded and retired warrior knew that if this were to continue, things would forever change between the two of you.

He was grateful, of course, to know that his last remaining son would be far away for a few days; aching to see his friends that resided in the mountains. There would be no witnesses to the sinful act of betrayal he was committing with the lover of his eldest. As his battle worn hands traveled along your body, removing your clothing and fondling every nook and cranny and curve that was left abandoned, the man couldn’t help but look forward to the following morning.

The following morning where he’d wake up feeling a warm back flush against his naked chest; his arm wrapped around the torso and legs tangled together. The morning where he’d stay still and listen to your breathing as the events of the night replayed in his head. The night where he poured every ounce of his deserted love into you, body and soul. To him, it was more than just a mere sexual act with you. To him, it was a conversation of longing. Of needing. Of making promises to stay by each other’s side and not leave the other, no matter if romantic feelings were involved or not. The man just didn’t want to be alone again.

Feeling his eager length finally make its home inside you, you yourself began to see the taboo and disgraceful act as something more. To you, it was a trip into the past. A reminder of all the things you could no longer have. A past filled with laughter and sweet love. A past of promises for normality and safety. A past of grief and loneliness. With each powerful thrust of misplaced desire into your needy pussy, the images of him entered your mind.

The past and the present would blur with each moan of pleasure and blink from your tearful eyes. In that moment, there was absolutely no difference between them. To you, it wasn’t a moment created from sitting in a room with a man you never knew you’d be sharing the same mental torture with. It was a moment of reunion after months of separation. Months of wondering if he’d ever return to your embrace.

The unfamiliar feeling of stubble rubbing on your face with each rough and begging kiss didn’t wake you from your delusions. The deeper pitch of his groans rumbling from his body and the more rough fingers gripping and prodding your body didn’t make a difference to you. It wasn’t until the moment your release arrived that the man fully realized what was going on.

He was making love with someone he shouldn’t have ever been so intimate with. His mind that was in the midst of recovering from years of drinking whispered how bad the situation was and how much worse it would be if he released into you. But seeing your pussy coat him and your face scrunching up from the force of your release almost made him give in and decorate your walls. The man finally opted to release on your stomach; the warm feeling of his seed eliciting a soft moan from your spit covered lips.

It wasn’t until the morning after when you awoke to the feeling of a muscled arm tightly wrapped around your torso that it dawned upon you the act you committed. As a silent tear left your eye and traveled across your nose, you couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers of the man; the action a signal for comfort. It all felt so wrong but yet, you couldn’t deny just how amazing it all was.

How amazing it was to be kissed again, to be held with so much warmth and protection again, to be touched again. A soft sniffle resounded from your grief and shame stricken body as his fingers that intertwined with yours squeezed back. His grip on your waist tightened even more as you finally allowed more tears to flow; the minimal acts of squeezing comforting to you.

No words needed to be said that morning, just the soft sniffles and sighs from you echoing in the room. The man couldn’t fault you for reacting that way. He couldn’t fault you for staying put with your naked body sticking to his own nude body. All he could do was place a soft yet understand kiss onto your shoulder and hold you, his intimate action saying nothing but:

Stay.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

[justallmyfantasies]

Hey love, hope you’re well. First of all, I want to let you know how OBSESSED I am with out of breath. I mean, genuinely, it’s incredible. But it’s got me thinking, would you be interested in writing something about Alex planning to propose and hiding the ring in his sock drawer, leading reader to find it. It could be really cute, I’m picturing him getting all flustered and denying it or smth. And, I mean, if you wanted to add some mind blowing sex in there somewhere too, well, I know I wouldn’t be complaining. 😉😉

Anyways, just a little idea is all, don’t feel pressured or anything. I can’t think of a better writer to pull it off either. Genuinely, you’re my favourite Alex writer out there, incredible.

Anywho, hope you’re well MWAH MWAH

hiii thank youuuu i am well (hope you are too), i’ve actually just recovered from some stupid virus which made me not want to write AT ALL. buttt anyway i was actually thinking about making a prequel to out of breath and i think your ideas could make the cut!

idk what i was originally thinking for the prequel because i was gonna do it for after they get married but then i knew people wanted one for the proposal so now im like stuck 🫤. i wanted a cute little date but i want it to kinda be unexpected like your idea was but i don’t know. i’ll have to do some sort of thinking and use my insane imagination of mine. you’re more than welcome to send more requests if you’d like as well!

anyway thank you for your kind words!! i don’t think i could possibly be anyone’s favourite writer but that is very sweet of you to say! (i’m blushing) ill make sure this prequel is written and is posted for you soon, i promise! ♥️

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Cala doesnt know they arent cosplayers. Do they watch the streams ever?

OOOOH THATS A GOOD QUESTION

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Cala wouldn’t show them the full streams— if anything she would show them clips and edits of it. And it’s— very disorienting! Cala would show Dream some clips from the prison arc as well as some early ones as well, and he would honestly have a moment- probably when the prison stuff fully kicks off Cala would notice his body language and she would stop showing him since she would notice he’s reacting more distantly. And she would stop and immediately be worried.

The same would be with Quackity and Sam too- Cala just showing them things and noticing how stressed they’re getting- and she can see the looks in their faces too so she would instantly notice somethings off. Like Quackity would play it off and Same with Sam but Cala would know something is wrong.

So it would be very disorienting, but when they see Cala ramble about it as well as quoting and pretending to be them, it’s very endearing in a way since they can see how passionate she is about it, but if they ask her to tone it down she will.

All in all— it would actually be one of the key points that would make her realize something is off about these “cosplayers”-

[faytelumos]

I just thought of something—

Superman is constantly tempering himself down to, like, .01% strength, right? Cardboard world, the entire Earth is like tissue paper to him, he always has to be sooo careful, right?

But, as far as I know, he doesn't have to be that way with Krypto.

If you've ever seen a big, athletic guy playing with a big, athletic dog, they both go nuts. Razzing, pushing, growling, pulling, running, it's a good time for both of them, and they can get a little rough because both of them can handle it.

So please imagine!

Clark's in the hay fields, playing with Krypto, and you can tell all the way from the house because every time Clark throws the ball, there's a sonic boom.

Every time Krypto shakes the rope toy, it's like a bullwhip and an earth quake.

Every time Krypto grabs the rope toy and Clark spins him around on it, there's a huge dust devil.

Every time Clark bops Krypto's face to get him to chomp his teeth, it sounds like a rumble of thunder.

Just two good boys who have to be so gentle with the whole world around them letting loose with each other.

[charkyzombicorn]

Since celestial dragons are still a thing , there should be a god who is giving them power

It should be Imu

Celestial dragons keep the enemies of gods occupied, she gives them an endless desire to consume and they use that desire to drive them to subjugate and enslave. She doesn't want any of the gods dying because she wants to consume as many as she can.

[starpunchsteria]

HARVEY ADOPTING JASON

HELP okay so as time went on I got a more solid idea of what I wanted with the fic, but for now this is basically all I got

It was supposed to be one quick job. One extremely quick, simple job of undoing the tires and other various car parts off of a random civilian’s car to sell to vendors. Next thing you know, Jason’s coming face-to-face— …to-face with ex-district attorney Harvey Dent, realizing far too late that he had taken apart the man’s stakeout vehicle. If Jason had seen a split-painted car exterior and interior, he honestly would’ve skipped the car and seen what was available for him on the next block.

[dancingtotuyo]

Currently working on a New Joel idea that I can decide if it’s gonna be multiple parts or just one really long part….

[mag7dumbies]

New headcanon for Ezra because I just learned a thing.

During the Civil War there was an anti-confederate group known as the Heros of America or Red Strings whose purpose was to pass along information collected by spies to the Union Army. What if Ezra's favorite coat is red for a reason because he was either a member of the Red Strings or a spy for them... or both?

Honestly that could work especially since Ezra would absolutely give up info (for either side to keep himself alive)

Like I don’t think he became a spy for good reasons

[bookwyrminspiration]

if you all could see all the fanart i imagine in my head and never draw it’d blow your tits clean off

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[musubiki]

my favorite fields of mistria boys 🥰

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!