#ImaginationNation

[piperjistic]

Just a quick Sans doodle, happy birthday Undertale VwV

[rebsultana]

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[dailyfont-com]

Cute and playful color font embodies authenticity and playfulness for kids' activities, adding whimsy to designs.

Link: https://l.dailyfont.com/ZqS3h

[gesslen]

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[piperjistic]

“Come any closer, and I’ll stab you!” The man exclaims, hands wrapped around the shard of the kitchen knife. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead as he grit his teeth and focused his gaze on the demon, knife pointed in her direction. He was already disheveled by his night out, shirt completely unbutton revealing his torso and one sleeve off his shoulder.

“Oh,” Bryce sighs and giggles, rising from behind the counter, stalking her way over. All three eyes on him, one step after another, her finger slowly dragged across the counter. “Well if you insist~”

He could only make out a few features from his stalker; tall horns protruding from the demon’s head, albeit small fangs in between her lips, and a full figure. Only clear features were her three glowing eyes, lavender sclera & a yellow iris.

“You humans are soooo much fun. You know that, right?” Before he knew it, she was already a feet or two away from him. Fog seemed to fill his peripheral vision, heat kept him slightly off-balance as he occasionally stepped to prevent him from falling. His eyes followed her movement as he panted He whimpered at her touch. Her hand dragged down to the tips of his pants and back up to his shoulder, they were surprisingly cool and lusciously soft like a pillow. Her other finger drew small circles against his left pec. “See it’s not that bad...”

She stepped closer, a small smile resting on her face, playing with his chest. Her small claws didn’t hurt.... Maybe she had a- No. No, no, no. She— It— They were a stranger in his apartment. They appeared in the shadows and are now revealing themselves. They have fucking horns & three eyes! Could this demon be here to take his soul??!?!

He shook his head violently, leaning away from the comfort before bitting his lip & plunged the blade into her stomach, near the lower side. She blinked once, then twice, and finally let out a high pitch laugh.

His stomached bubbled yet his hands were still wrapped around the knife’s handle. His muscles were frozen, he couldn’t yank it out or let go, he didn’t want to let go. If anything, his nipples hardens, he couldn’t tell if it was from the adrenaline or fear or maybe a mix of both.

To laugh after being stabbed means it couldn’t feel pain? Or maybe it was like a small cut you would randomly find and how no memory of getting? Regardless, he was at their mercy.... Yet he wanted to do more, like twist the knife or scratch at them. That would make it all worse, however he still wanted to do it.

“Funny enough, I like being stabbed ahuhuhuuu~!” His eyes widen to the size of golfballs.

“Wh-Wha.... Y-You’re freaky...” He managed to stutter. She tapped her cheek before pointing to his hands.

“You’re threating me with a knife, and just stabbed me....” Bryce stepped closer, lips inches away from each other and enclosed his hands with hers, before twisting the knife. His breath hitched for a moment, cheeks heated as blood stained her clothing. His eyes focused on the wound he caused, his lips formed an awkward smile, he slowly twisted the knife a little more. She tilted her head and smile wide; regaining his attention.

“And you’re liking it....” There was a light thud against the wall, his back and her hand rested there now. She leans in and whispers in his ear.

“Who’s the freak now?”

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A Bryce excerpt

“Puhuhuhu~ Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone~”

Person A: “Come any closer, and I’ll stab you!”

Person B: “Well if you insist~ “

[icreatewhatibelieve]

When you imagine the reality of the fulfilled desire and feel the thrill of accomplishment, your subconscious brings about the realization of desire.

Joseph Murphy

[spoofthespoofer]

I made fanart of @reconfreddy againnn

He experienced the happy brain chemicals when I drew him the first time, so here I am again

There’s your daily allowance of chemicals

[kill4luvina]

"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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[losercade]

staring at the ceiling blinking staring its dark and my eyes hurt i hear colors and i see sounds.. oh is that a little gremlin hyde crawinling across my wall? oh no its just my broken imaginationn fun

GO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!/SILLY

(im definetly not staying up again nuhuh)

[piperjistic]

Tinkerbell: *looking out her window* It’s raining...

*there’s a knock on the door*

Tinkerbell: .....?

Tinkerbell: *opens the door, surprised* Terrence?!

Terrence, Heyyy Tin-

Tinkerbell: Come inside quick! *pulls him in*

Tinkerbell: *already fanning his wings with a leaf lying around* What are you doing here?? You know how vicious the rain can be!

Terrance: *laughs and lifts arms so Tink can help dry him* Well, I couldn’t exactly not see my favorite Tinker. *winks and smiles*

Tinkerbell: Awwww- But still! Looks like you’re stranded. *mutters* Or until Silvermist visits.

Terrance: Hah hah yeah, *takes the leaf and wipes his face with it, muttering* Woaf... Tink’s right about the rain

Tink: *hovers* But seriously, is that the only reason?

Terrance: *scratches the back of his neck* Yeah, the rain kinda just crept up on me as I was heading in your direction.

Tink: *folds arm and tap chin, pensive* Hmmmm...

Terrance: Hey, I know that face. Whatcha tinkering about?

Tink: There has to be a way to get you home without getting you wet..! There just gotta be! *faint blush, hovers to the ground* I-I’m not saying you can’t stay! And I am perfectly fine with you sleeping over, perfectly— but-..!

Terrance: *grabs her hand & laughs* I understand Tink. No hard feelings; but you’re right. Anything’s possible for you Tink. *walks over to the window*

Tink: *flutters over next to him* Hah hah, what about me being a water fairy?

Terrence: *raises a brow* Zaria, remember?

Tink: True true. Speaking of which, me and her are going to do some testing and tinkering with all that pixiedust she has! I’m so excited!

Terrance: I know it is *watches the rain*

Tink: *taps the wall* So... sleepover?

Terrance: *nods* Sleepover.

Tink: Then let me clear my space and get a snack or two. *flutters to her workspace*

Terrance: Come on Tink, you don’t have to.

Tink: Nonsense, my best friend gets the best treatment

Terrance: *small blush* Aww thanks Tink.

Tink: Oooo I got it!

Terrance: What?

Tink: What could keep you dry during rain! Sure you could tuck your wings into your coat but I have an even better idea!

Terrance: Oh really? *brings a chair over*

Tink: Go change your clothes upstairs. I’ll start sketching.

Terrance: Wh-

Tink: I still have leftover clothes from when I first got here. Go on now, shoo shoo!

Terrance: *laughs* Okay okay.

[ferallindsay]

girl be fr rn stop this defensive bullshit if ppl point out a concern and u have a solution to the problem presented then respond with the solution and dont do this shit oh noo u dont even have imaginationn u want things to keep getting wooorse as if the world will fundamentally change in our lifetime as if this atitude is going to make outsiders interested in ur solutions and ideas it only make u look like a fool

i look defensive and foolish, unlike anon who is being very erudite and convincing. okay

if you think i was being judgemental about the inability to conceive of a better world you're projecting darl. the inability to fully imagine liberation has been written about since at least gramsci, probly earlier, it's like one of foucault's whole big things, it's not... a dunk i just made up? the effects of ideology are sad but they are not the fault of individual people trapped within them. why would you even think that. that's fucked up tbh

also what is that about the world fundamentally changing? uh? not to belabour an obvious point but the world will definitely fundamentally change over the next few decades. if we don't change the world, it's already started changing itself in ways we'll have to respond to

[maricama]

your imagination can be called forth during high tide when the waves are crashing down right before you- just imagining golden light fill your body or using your mind to make manifeasts instead of the constant static of chit chat put u as numbs one cuz u are a whole lot of beauty action waiting to happen! u are ur own human avatar (cool!) use that higher mind, heart mind cuz these times call for it asapp, nah means? lemme kno if nahmeans! . . . . #imagination #imaginationiseverything #imaginationnation #aricama #play #maricama #themaricama (at Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1JO-FBbHN/?igshid=1tyduw9lv1j5y

[havingnonamesucks]

*horny squeeking*

NO NEVER *runs away from my friend who stalks my tumblr and likes to confront me the next day*

current thoughts

includes: Silco

warnings: mdni 🤐, nsfw, f!reader, smut, fingering

notes: my brain is literally mush .. also this is my first nsfw smut so lets see how it goes. also its 2am 

currently thinking about sitting on Silco’s lap while he’s in his office.

a wet pool begins to form between your legs while his long fingers grip onto your thighs as you rut your hips against him, aching for more. you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face as he coos sweet nothings into your ear. 

‘stay quiet for me darling… we don’t want anyone to hear how needy you’re being now do we?’ 

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[irisvienna]

is dis enough? :0

hAI yes that is indeed enough and we ignore the fact that this ask was sent over 3 weeks ago (sORRY KSAFIUHE)

GENERAL DISCLAIMERS: 1) Graphology is a considered a pseudoscience, therefore, don't take this analysis too seriously, it's all just for fun ^-^ The traits described =/= how the writer actually is as a person 2) I am the farthest thing from a professional, I'm still learning a lot and gaining experience lol

note: these are school notes, which are generally better for analyzing bc theyre not influenced by emotions; but then we also have to account for the fact that the writer was rushing when they wrote this ok thats all lets goo

general stuff

style - generally print; one thing i notice is that the f's are Always Cursive so thats interesting;; also its pretty loopy which indicates friendliness

slant - a pretty consistent forward slant, indicating someone who is pretty comfortable in sharing their emotions, but not prone to oversharing

size - the writing isnt too big or small, indicating the writer isnt too much of an extrovert or an introvert

baseline - its quite wavy, indicating that this person isnt tooo grounded emotionally which is normal! but i can tell that some of the waviness in the baseline is caused by rushing

margin - moving backward indicating fear, reservation, nervousness or smth along those lines

zones - the upper zone is pretty large in comparison to the other zones meaning this person would think more/imagine a lot, but overall its a pretty good balance of zones

letter specifics

a's and o's are closed, indicating that this person isnt too closed off emotionally and doesnt overshare

i dots are a little after the initial stroke indicating impulsivitiy etc (but may be caused by the rushing);; also theyre a bit high indicating imaginationn

t bars, which indicate where a person sets the bar for themself;; another thing about the t is that this person made it all in one stroke i.e. they made the downward stroke and then went around to cross it, as opposed to 2 separate strokes for the downward stroke and the t bar; idrk what this means BUT a similar trait in f's indicates a kind of person who would attempt to pass a test on confidence alone 😎 (note that that trait is for f's, idk if it applies to t's; in this case it coud mean impulsivity)

s's; first of all i tHINK the writer was writing a bit slower at the top of the page, but going on maybe the lecturer started speaking faster or smth, so they had to write faster. i brought this up cause the s's at the top of the page look more like backwards 2's, and then the ones towards the bottom are almost lines from how fast the person is writing

signature

a persons signature is supposed to represent how a person presents themself to the world vs how they actually are (their normal handwriting) in this case this person's signature is pretty much the same as their handwriting; i mean that there arent any extra flourishes or symbols or whatever. i think its a biit bigger than their normal handwriting which is fine, it just means they present themselves a little. better? than they are which is normall

conclusion

this is a pretty friendly person who has good control over their emotions; they do a lot of thinking and are pretty imaginative. they may be a little bit apprehensive about the future, but thats ok :}

[umbrellainkart]

SIGHTS for your eyez beyond your imaginationn..

[piperjistic]

Siren’s call by the fire

I’ve always like the sirens’ call, especially by the crackling fire on a rainy day. When the wind howls, the waves crash and the rain bangs on my windows as my nose tingles with salt, watching the lush clouds of fog lurks outside that lead down into the dear ocean. On a few rocks out there, mostly far from shore, lie faint glowing shapes shifting around the rock. It’s a pleasant sight. Sure, there’s lightning and thunder grumbles through the inky black clouds of the bay. But.

That is when the purest melodies come out from the sirens.

And funnily enough the beer I drink never distorts their songs. That’s why i call it pure, if nothing can stop their songs from dancing by my ears, not even my own self-impairment, then they are truly pure. The rain only amplifies their power, their voices, their tunes, and their beautiful needlessly.

They can be heard from the deepest cave, the highest mountain, the lowest depths, hell, even the heavens are pierced by them….

Hm.

That does beg a question, doesn’t it?

Why am I not trudging to my death? Not seeing stars and heaven? Why am I hear, sitting on my cushion stool, at the beaten window, listening to “cursed songs of the sea”.

Simple. I’m immune.

Hah hah, just kidding.

I’m simply not their targets. Otherwise it’s harmless. And I know they don’t mind an audience. It’s refreshing to be heard after all.

No one is their target right now… Well… If anything, themselves are the targets or maybe the heavens.

They’re like people, all of ‘em.

As a fisherman you grow to learn a few things. You learn to be kind and respectful to all folk. Waterfolk, landfolk, animals, monuments, spirits, all. Doesn’t matter what tall tales or recounts made. Well, maybe all except mosquitoes. I could do without them, as well as any creature or person.

Did you know they even manage to get under troll folk’s skin? How? I don’t have the darnest clue with how trolls skin are stone. Maybe they lay eggs in their hair or bumbs? Egh, best not to think with that. Especially when theres more pressing manners to think about, like why one should treat others with common curtsy without a thought.

After all, you don’t know how they hell everyone… or when you’ll receive a visit or two.

Knock, knock

That’s my queue. My knees begrudgingly allow me to rise from my stool. “It’s unlocked.” I say as I make my way towards the door. Though I don’t get far when the door slams open and blur of magenta swiftly greets me from where I am.

Before me stands the siren, my siren. Tall, floating in a lovely glow. Sire body covered in corals, barnacles, seed weeds, from the top of her head to her curled in tail. My nose twitches from the ocean’s salt and greens. The thunder crackles, sire flashes sir fangs.

“Hello Fran.”

Hello mi vida.” Sir says softly, leaning down to kiss my grainy cheek.

I cluck my tongue. “So you didn’t immediately eat those conquistadors.” Sir twirls around me, seahorse tail bumping around intently.

“Oh puhuhuhu~ No, but can’t I play with my food?~” Such a lovely giggle. Fran glides to the rattling open door where waters been pouring in, but I don’t mind.

“Hm. No.” I tilt my head. Sir rushes back to me, flashing a toothy grin as thunder bangs against the window once more.

“But I did immediately sink their ship.” I take sire hand, rubbing each shell-speckled knuckles, lips threatening to kiss every shell. So I respond.

“De verdad?” Fran squeezes my hands in return.

“Sí, ellos me se atreve sacrificar a los niños.”

(They dared to sacrifice childen to me)

I sigh and smile small. “Good job.” We move closer to the fire, which highlights every detail on our faces. Every crust, shell-freckle, thread of sea-grass or kelp laced around the corals. Then sir eyes… Sire eyes—

“How’s the fish?” Ah. Must of put myself in a trance again. I can’t help it. No one or thing could complete with Fran, even if it means I’m dragged to the deep depths of the ocean. Ay. I’m willing to risk that.

“As good as ever.” Our smiles grow. Obviously fishing would be bountiful when sirens live by the shores.

“Hm?” Fran hums, allowing sir body to curl around me and touch my shoulders. I sigh once more, it’s been to long. I clear my rugged throat, almost whisper.

“I missed you.” Sir giggles.

“Same here, my young soul Asriel.”

Our lips touch and linger. So does sire webbed hands around my rugged cheeks, feeling each wrinkle as I feel every coral and seed-weed around sir high waist. Oh… My Darling Siren…

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Fran’s Pronouns: Sir/Sire/Sireself

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