#THANK YOU MAR

[astralnymphh]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MONARCH OF ALL MONARCHS, THE CUNTIEST OF ALL CUNTRESSES! AESTRASPEARE IS 19 AND WE ALL BOW DOWN… 🎂🎈🎉

FINALLY 90!!! I'M SO ANCIENT!!! GOD I CAN FEEL MY LIGAMENTS STIFFENING AND MY BONES TURNING TO ASH!!!

[girliism]

math professor!art donaldson x reader

art donaldson who has been teaching for years and prided himself on staying professional even with all the many pretty girls that took his class. never once did he cross line between teacher and student.

but then one year you took his class, you who was sweet and a little naive. he was drawn to you like people are drawn to stray kittens they see on the street, a desperate urge to help them. so when you came to him with such a defeated look on your face asking for his help he couldn’t say no.

another F. was written in the corner of you math exam from last week. you wanted to cry, all the studying you did essentially being useless. you waited until the end of class until everyone had walked out so it was just you and art in the room.

“um, mr.dondalson. can i talk with you?” art looked up at you through his glasses, you stood in front of his desk your hands fiddling with the failed exam paper. “of course.” he removed his glasses placing them on his desk. art knew what if was you wanted to talk about and he’s a little surprised it took you this long to ask for help. “i don’t think i’m understanding much of the coursework and i need your help.” you pouted, your voice was small and you were a little embarrassed. art got up from his chair walking to stand in front of you. “what else am i here for than to help.” he smiled at you.

an hour. one hour has passed and you had only made it to the third question. “i-i don’t know.” you dropped the pencil in your hand and placed your head on the table. art was asking you what the answer to the question was but your mind was spent. art sighed, it was only the beginning of the semester he hadn’t even brought out the hard stuff yet.

“we just went over this.” he said. you lifted your head up off the table. “i forgot it.” you whined. art looked down at you, you had that signature pout on your face and your wet eyes were making his pants tighter.

art walked back to sit behind his desk. you sat there your nose a little red he could see how drained you were from just doing those two questions. art motioned from you to come sit in his lap. it didn’t even cross your mind how unprofessional it was you just got up from your seat settling down on art’s lap, your back resting against his chest with your thighs on display from how your skirt rode up.

“i’m sorry, if i wasted your time mr.donaldson.” you huffed. “it’s just all so confusing.” art hummed, dragging his fingers up and down your inner thigh watching as they started to open. “too much for your brain to comprehend, wasn’t it?” he asked, the pads of his finger pressing down on your clothed clit. you nodded, soft breaths falling from your lips your legs now fully open resting on either side of art’s thighs. “why don’t we take a break and relax, ok.” his words echoed in your mind. “o-ok.” you melted back into him.

art pulled your soaked panties to the side. “so wet down here.” art slide his fingers from your opening to your tiny bundle of nerves rubbing slow circles. you let out a loud moan when art slipped two of his fingers in with ease. “o-oh my god.” your head dropped back on his shoulder, eyes squeezing close from the stretch. art groaned from the feeling of your warm gummy walls tightening around his fingers. “so fucking tight.” he mumbled, leaving kisses behind your ear and down your neck.

“feels so good mr.donaldson.” you slur. your hand gripping his wrist that was moving in and out of you. squelching noises and your loud whimpering moans filled the room. “oh fuck!” art curled his fingers upward pressing them against that soft spot causing you to let out a particularly loud noise. art’s eyes darted to the classroom door to see if anyone was walking by.

“gone so dumb on just my fingers can’t even keep quiet. what if someone walked in and saw us?” he scolded you but didn’t slow down his movements only speeding them up. you stuttered out a pathetic apology in between your whines. “all spread out for me like a slut.” he hissed in your ear. his words were only making you wetter, your arousal dripping past his fingers making a mess on his pants.

the closer you were to more you legs threatened to close, art had to hook his other arm up under your knee pulling your leg up to his chest. “s-so close, mr.donaldson. gonna cum.” you whimpered. your nails dug into art’s wrists. art let go of your leg, sneaking his hand up to your throat pulling your head back so he could slot his mouth against yours.

“let it go, baby.” art muttered right into your mouth.

art’s thumb flicked back and forth on your clit and his fingers punched in and out of you. your eyes crossed and you let out a choked moan as you came all over his fingers.

after many more sessions with art your grades had finally started to improve.

[lowpolyanimals]

Rats from King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: Mars For The Rich (Rat Game)

[ladiemars]

a commission for @sunnywuk0ng, based on karlach’s line of dialouge about how shar’s "embrace " is more like a chokehold than anything else.

[krakenmare]

Happy Face Crater, Mars (March 1999)

[pigeonpalacade]

Fright club waaaaaaahaha

Vamp marla from @martyryo SHES SO BEAUTIFULLLL I had to draw her

[lemmetreatya]

YO IM GONNA THROW UP THIS IS BEAUTIFULLY PERFECT I LOVE IT??)? ESP AFYER THE DAY I JUST HAD MAR YOU SPOIL ME

CONGRATS ON 200 BAE! but you already know im asking for Ony!! I’ll also let you decide what the scenario will be heheheeh

THANK U! I GOT U BEB!

there wasn't a single thing left to go wrong.

you'd woken up late, a car had run through a puddle alongside you on the way to the office, coating your skirt and boots with filthy rainwater, your boss had woken up in a foul mood, and the cafeteria had run out of your favourite pasta by lunchtime. come 1pm, you're wracking your brain for ways to get out of work early. rush to the bathroom to "throw up"? migraine? cramps? surely someone would take pity on you for something?

despite your best wishes and well-thought-out scenarios, you stick with the day until it's end, and by the time 5pm rolls around you're practically staring at the clock for the second hand to hit. you scoop your things into your bag and run out the door before anyone can collar you for anything else.

you'd been messaging him intermittently throughout the day, and on the way home you phone your boyfriend of a mere six months. onyankopon answers with irritating jubilance.

"like I cannot actually recall a day worse than that one," you exclaim, "honestly, why does it all happen at once?"

you hear an amused huff, and for a moment you stop in your tracks.

"oh? is my misfortune funny to you?"

"no! baby, no! c'mon, you know I didn't mean it like that."

he protested his innocence feebly. you continue home, clinging to your umbrella for dear life, with a roll of your eyes.

"whatever. can't believe I can't even see you. when is it you're back?"

"next week baby. I'm doing my best to perfect time travel just for you."

you arrive home with soaking feet, but feeling marginally better after talking with your level-headed, silky-voiced man. something about him just calmed you, soothed you into a far more comfortable state of being. you kick off your dripping boots at the door and go about fixing a glass of wine before slumping on the warm sofa. the evening sets in quietly and softly, with the rain outside eventually clearing to make way for the warm orange glow of the sunset. as you glance at the clock and see it approaching 8pm, you decide you should really get some food.

no sooner had you got to your feet to go and raid the cupboards, there's a knock at the front door. for a second you're spooked - who could be calling at this time? but, against your more alarmed instincts, you head to the door and twist the lock before swinging it open.

stood before you, coat dripping but face beaming, onyankopon held up a huge bag of chinese takeout in one hand, and a blossoming bunch of tulips in the other. too stunned to speak, the two of you stared at one another for a second, until he broke the silence with a voice that sounded so much richer in person.

"thought I'd come back early, and you sounded like you needed the pick-me-up."

[laddercat]

WOO MAR13 DAY!!!

[itsmarsss]

early bird

request: hii i love scandalous and was if would you ever write a poly ozzie/fizz/reader fic?? no pressure or anything, i really love how you write and after the angst (and the more to come from future chapters) something cute and soft would be needed lol (also fizz in suspenders💞💞 😔)

You jolt awake at the sound of a horn. That fucking horn. No matter how many times you throw it away, Fizz, somehow, finds some way to have another one the next morning. You don’t think it’s too far-off to suspect he hides a secret stash of them somewhere in the house. 

You groan, shoving a pillow over your head to conceal the noise, but it’s to no avail as Fizz pulls it from you. 

Ozzie stirs, and he gently pulls your head off his chest so he can sit up just to glare at Fizz. “Could you not?” 

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“Why’d you wake us up so early?” You question. “None of us has to be up until 9 today.”

“And how do you know it’s not 9?”

“The sun is literally still rising,” you tell him, pointing at the big window across the room. 

“Well I woke up and I had to go to the bathroom and then I couldn’t sleep again and I tried! But I couldn’t. And I don’t wanna be the only one awake…” he pouts, and he’s obviously trying to get pity points with that so as to not get further complaints about the horn thing. 

It gets Ozzie immediately. “Oh don’t make that face you know I can’t resist it.”

“Uh-huh, that’s why I make it,” he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles, tongue poking out a corner of his mouth. 

You roll your eyes and suppress a smile of your own. Can’t argue with that flawless logic. “What do you even wanna do so early?”

Fizz moves his body towards you by extending his legs, getting his face impossibly close to yours as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You get the hint, and laugh before planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re cute. But no way. Still too tired.”

He exaggerates  an eye roll. “So lame!”

“And yet! You still love me.”

“Barely.”

“HA!” Ozzie laughs at him sarcastically.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a simp, Froggie.”

“Am not!”

“S-I-M-P. Simp.”

“So are you!”

“Never said I wasn’t,” Ozzie defends himself, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, everyone’s a simp. Now can we go get some breakfast or what?”

“Thought you said you were too tired.”

“I’m never too tired for breakfast, Froggie,” you pinch his cheek.

“Hey!” Ozzie complains, pretending to take offense to you making fun of his nickname for Fizz, despite it being a routinely occurrence since forever, and pulling him in a tight embrace.

Fizz squeezes himself out of Ozzie’s embrace, laughing, and you all get up off the bed. “Soooo what are we having?” He asks as the three of you exit the bedroom, and you both look up at Ozzie, expectantly. 

“Why am I the one who has to make it?”

“I mean, I can make it if you want,” Fizz says, and the three of you laugh at the absurdity of the suggestion.

“Yeah, no.” Ozzie affirms, serious, before looking at you with a raised brow. “How ‘bout you?”

“I’m just soo, soo tired, baby, look,” you pretend to yawn, and Fizz tries (and fails) not to laugh at it.

“You help me or no deal.”

“No fair! And Fizzy just watches?”

“Thought you liked it when I… watched… you two.”

“Your charm can’t get you out of everything, you know that?”

“It’s been working so far.”

“You’re too smug sometimes, Froggie,” Ozzie comments as he crosses the kitchen to get something, not turning around to say it.

“I already said I can cook if you really want me to!”

“Not after last time!”

“See?” Fizz tells you. “He won’t let me!”

“Oh and you’re obviously sooo bummed about it.”

He smiles, and Ozzie nudges you with a pink spatula. “Here.”

You realize he’s put on his frilly, tiny baby blue apron, and smile at the sight. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m thousands of years old and, like, three times bigger than you.”

“And so what do we say?”

Ozzie lets out a giggle. “Thank you, babe,” he pulls you towards him by your waist, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Okay, so what are we making? What do I do with this?” You wave the spatula he handed you around.

“What do you wanna eat?”

“Waffles!” Fizz yells out.

“Ohhh, yes!” You agree.

“I could eat some waffles,” Ozzie decides.

“Hell yeah!” Both you and Fizz exclaim at the same time, high-fiving each other. 

You didn’t care about being woken up so early anymore.

[brookbee]

David Bowie performing "Suffragette City," 1973

[solchle]

uhh is it ok to drop school doodles instead? i don't have any on the cook for a moment,,

[randanopterix]

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn this Bastard guy :)

This was a sketch request from @majorheelturn ! Thank you so much for donating to relief efforts for Hurricane Helene!

[erinwantstowrite]

Oh yeah, interdimensional custody battle. My favorite type of trope. That is going to be so fun to read lmao, especially since Dick doesn't seem to care about the avengers and Tony doesn't like being told "no"

Tony and Dick are going to bicker like a divorced couple who hate custody drop offs if only because they have to interact with each other

[surreal-duck]

the currently slightly rumoured god

[krakenmare]

Perseverance: Martian eclipse,Phobos crosses the sun (May 9, 2022)

[verysmallcyborg]

no thoughts, only them :)