#It just makes me go 🥰🥰🥰

[dressycobra7]

@phoenixdaneko @cherry-blossom-consumer this is so cuuuute!!! Ahhhhhhhh

I just want to steal Red's jacket and act like it's always been mine afterwards. I just want to mess with this skeleton haha

I couldn’t help myself, I got inspired and a demon possessed me.

Red: UF Sans

Warnings: Red’s a simp

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Red had been taking a shower to get rid of all the flour and other ingredients that got spilled on him while he had been baking. Leaving his favorite furry jacket sprawled on his bed. Free for the taking. Which was exactly what you did.

Soon enough Red will come out of the bathroom and stare in confusion at his empty bed. The confusion will last for only but a second, already having a guess who the jacket thief could be. Lo and behold, there you were, lying on the couch in the living room, a smug and satisfied grin on your face. Snuggled in Red’s furry jacket.

Red’s gotta admit, you look absolutely darling in his clothes. He got hearts in his sockets as he looked at you with such deep love. You’re covered in his jacket, in his scent, practically proudly parading and shouting from the rooftops that you were Red’s mate. And he can already feel a deep rumbling purr reverberating through him. Seeing you like this does something to him. It swells his soul with a proud, possessive feeling, it fills and feeds his carnal instincts to nest.

And oh, the realization that hits Red soon after sends a relishing shiver through his entire being.

not only are you marking yourself with his scent, you are also covering his clothes with yours.

The thought of wearing that jacket later, becoming completely enveloped by your smell, by you and Red has to wipe his mouth with his sleeve to prevent the drool from dripping past his teeth. Red doesn’t care that you pretend that his jacket is yours. He doesn’t care that you try to mess with him. Red is in heaven and he has to smother you with nuzzles, kisses and cuddles.

I hope you are free the entire day, because Red is not letting go of you any time soon.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[cosmicdreamgrl]

rap line x mic drop performances for @epiphanytear

[backpackingspace]

Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.

When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"

Or

2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.

[dayas]

8 + elphaba & fiyero?

8 ⧽. giving them unabashed heart eyes when they do something cute and getting caught

AHHH MY FIRST FIYERABA PROMPT I AM SO EXCITED!!! I’ve been wanting to write for them since I got out of Wicked last week. Hopefully this is okay!

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Fiyero Tigelaar isn’t exactly known for thinking. In fact, all he’s ever projected to his fellow students is that he doesn’t think, that he simply dances through life and refuses to invite further stresses and woes in with further consideration. And yet. He hasn’t been able to keep her out of his mind. Elphaba Thropp, the spirited, stunning witch he’d nearly trampled on accident in the forest. She’s the very reason he finds himself in the library of all places, a location he actively avoids. Books are mirrors just as much as they are windows into different worlds, and the last thing he wants to do is risk seeing himself reflected within the pages of some myth or legend.

She’s sitting at her favorite table, her head bent, her braids pulled back away from her face. Her finger traces a singular line a few times over before it moves on, winding itself around the ends of a few of her braids. She’s reading (no surprise there), but what catches his eye isn’t what she’s doing. It’s that she’s smiling. Fiyero doesn’t think he has ever seen Elphaba smile, not like the one she wears now. Something soft and secret, wholly hers, belonging to no one else. Unbeknownst to him, his own face mirrors her expression, a soft smile settled upon his lips. He watches her because he can’t help himself, because he’s still intrigued by her even when she’s silent.

“I can see you, you know.”

Elphaba’s eyes flicker up, catching his gaze and holding it hostage. Fiyero doesn’t flinch, only shrugs.

“I wasn’t certain you could. You’re missing your glasses today. I’m glad to know you’re so attuned to my presence, though.” Her eyes roll quickly, and that same fondness appears in his.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tigelaar.”

“So you dream about me, Thropp?”

She shakes her head, and he flashes a charming grin at her.

“What exactly happens in these dreams?”

“What do you want? You were staring rather intensely, so you must want something.”

Fiyero moves closer to her, settling a few steps away from where she is seated.

“Can’t a man admire beauty from afar?”

Elphaba frowns immediately.

“You don’t have to lie.”

He shocks himself by lowering his voice, the softness of his tone matched evenly by its authenticity.

“I’m not lying.”

Something flashes behind Elphaba’s eyes. He can’t tell what it is — she tears her gaze away from his before he is able to determine it.

When she speaks, it is barely audible.

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

Her eyes, so wide, a beautifully deep green, return to seek his out. The prince’s words are barely above a whisper, the blue of his own eyes holding hers steadily.

“You know why.”

Elphaba takes a sharp breath, biting down on her lip. She takes her book and stands abruptly, nearly running into him in her rush to leave.

“Elphaba — ” Fiyero says, confused, laying a gentle hand on her wrist to stop her. He’s thankful she does, and he uses his other hand to brush his fingers beneath her chin, turning her head so he can see her face. He’s shocked to find tears welling up in her eyes.

“You are a lot of things, Fiyero,” she whispers, her voice shaking, “but I never thought you were cruel. Not like this.”

“You don’t have to believe me.”

His own whisper is an impassioned blurt.

“You don’t have to believe me, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. That what I feel for you isn’t real.”

“It can’t be real.”

“It is.”

They are locked in a stalemate he never expected, but one he refuses to leave first. He feels it, when she begins to break down. He takes a step closer, cupping her cheek in his hand, his other holding hers.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He will leave her alone, he will, if she doesn’t. She’s close enough to him that their chests brush together with every breath they take.

“I can’t.”

The sound of heels clicking cuts through their moment.

“Meet me tonight,” Fiyero murmurs into her ear, “the woods. Eight o’clock.” Elphaba nods, and he takes off then, nearly crashing into Galinda as she puts herself in his path.

“There you are!” she chirps, as bright and bubbly as ever, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, dearest.”

Fiyero lets her steer him away from the outside of the library and chatter on. He doesn’t hear a word she says; he’s too busy thinking of what will come when the sun sets and he can finally see the woman’s who’s forced him into thinking again.

[myokk]

💘

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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[sammygender]

woke ally bi dean, destiels like saileen?, gothic-female-coded sam, who is the worst dad? are sastiels oppressed, who tops in wincest, dean abusive discourse, SAMGIRL VOTER FRAUD!!! we didn’t start the fire, it was always burning, since the worlds been turning-

[hanafubukki]

I always headcanon that while baby Silver was sleeping, the Knight of Dawn was watching over him.

Maybe they were spending time together? Sharing dreams with each other.

He might not have been able to raise his son, but those years in the ring he spent with him was his alone. Precious to him all the same.

Keeping baby Silver company and happy while waiting for someone to wake him up.

And once he was awake? I imagine KOD was truly happy. His son can be raised in a time of peace with people who love him.

He stayed watching and loving him from afar while Silver deals with his curse.

Once Silver falls into blot, KOD is there. Guiding him through memories he knows would comfort him and he also brought Sebek and the others too to help out.

Once Silver finally accepted he was loved? KOD knew that Silver would be alright now. He didn’t need his help anymore.

He could finally rest in peace. Silver will be okay now. It’ll be alright. 🥹💞

[casualavocados]

I'll let you go after I'm through. Don't go too far. …Why did you do it? I don't know what you're talking about.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[choccy-milky]

seb vs. clora's Childhood Friend™️ 😇🥰 ((from my new chap! ao3/wattpad))

[ninjasmudge]

burning all apps everywhere on principal, i got a new phone recently and had to uninstall about 26 apps, at which point the prompt to finish device setup wouldnt leave until i opened it up again at which point it downloaded another 3 apps i immediately uninstalled, and despite all that it didnt come with any kind of notes app, so i go hunting for one but even thats difficult because WHY do half these apps need that many permissions. what does a notes app want with my financial information and whys it sharing it with third parties 🤨

[reginamillls]

I work hard on my icons is the thing, and I know other creators do as well, they're small edits but they're still edits

It's finding the perfect screen shot, its lighting and coloring and even more!

then we put them nicely onto a rebloggable post, give people different color options and shapes, throw in lil graphics to give it a certain flair

All. For. Fucking. Free.

the least you can do is like the post you take your icon from, the best thing you can do is reblog them

I stopped making icons for months because my posts would get like 13 notes (most of them likes) and yet I'd see the icon be used by more than 13 people - NONE OF WHICH LIKED OR REBLOGGED THE POSTS

I've even seen people take my icons (again who didn't like or reblog the original post) and edit them and use them for something else WITHOUT MY PERMISSION or give me credit

its exhausting, please support the content creators on this website

[myokk]

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

why is Bojan acting like a puppy making me feel things akshsjshsbz

like it's not that big of a deal, he's just kneeling and looking up with those pretty eyes with his tongue out and with that smile, waiting to be told what a good boy he is............ and he'd be so obedient-

[dizzybizz]

😀 i love setting out to draw 1 character multiple times but ending up drawing multiple characters 1 time instead 😀 i love it so much 😀