#but just barely

[the-art-of-a-lemonwedge]

I was wondering if you could draw tiger and bunny? They’re so sweet together and you draw them so in love it’s beautiful

for you, I draw taibani in love

[lupinmoonlight]

Amortentia

Summary - It is February and Professor Lupin decides to bring an Amortentia potion to the class to lighten up the mood. One of his students, Y/N, starts describing a very familiar scent. 

Note - Please note that when writing such scenarios, I always assume that the students involved are young adults (university age, i.e., 20+). I might write a part two to this! Send me some Prof Lupin prompts if you have ideas, I would love to write them! 

Part two  Part three

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was transformed into a sea of pink and red decorations as it was the month of Valentine’s Day. The classroom was awash with the warm glow of flickering candles that were scattered across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. 

As the students settled into their seats for the class to begin, they felt a sense o excitement and curiosity in the air. Professor Remus Lupin, a helpless romantic, wanted to lighten the mood and do something fun for his students in in this stressful time of the year. He entered the room, dressed in a worn cloak that draped gracefully around him like a second skin. He carried with him a flask of Amortentia potion, the most powerful love potion in existence.

“Today we’ll be exploring the effects of Amortentia,” he began, his voice low and soothing, a glimpse of playfulness in his eyes. “This potion is a complex blend of ingredients that are tailored to each individual’s preferences. It’s a potion that can make anyone fall in love with you.”

The students leaned forward, eager to see the potion up close. As Professor Lupin carefully passed the flask around the room, the students breathed the scent, feeling an otherworldly warmth enveloping them. 

As the flask came to Y/N, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The scent was intoxicating, like a bouquet of wildflowers mixed with a hint of freshly brewed tea. It was dizzying. 

“Care to share with the class what your Amortentia smells like, Miss Y/L/N?” Professor Lupin asked, suddenly pulling her out of the trance the potion put her in.

Trying to regain her composure, Y/N focuses on the scent once more. “It smells like...fresh parchment, wildflowers, and...chocolate?” she said, her voice filled with wonder. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what she was describing, feeling a mix of emotions flooding through her. 

She looks up at Professor Lupin, her face flushed. His gaze already on her. There is a moment of silence between the two, as if they could read each other’s minds. “Very good, thank you Miss Y/L/N. That will be enough for today’s lesson,” he said, quickly wrapping up the class. 

As the students filed out of the classroom, Professor Lupin lingered, watching as the last of them disappeared down the corridor. He was still reeling from the experience of having his scent identified by one of his students. 

“Excuse me, Y/N,” he said softly, motioning her to stay behind. 

Y/N turned back, surprised, and hesitated before walking back to the professor’s desk. 

“I simply wanted to talk to you about the scent you described earlier. It sounded...familiar. Out of curiosity, would you mind trying again?” he asks, his voice low and measured. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the flask, unscrewing the lid and inhaling deeply. Her eyes closed as Professor Lupin watched her, a small smile played at the corner of his lips. 

“Tell me what smells you identify,” he asks softly. 

“It smells like...old books and parchment,” she murmured, her voice almost dreamy. 

Lupin leaned closer, his breath hot against her cheek. “And what else?”

She opened her eyes, gazing into his. “It smells like...pine trees, and a hint of...chocolate.” 

He moved even closer, his hand reaching up to take the flask from her hands. “Anything else?” he whispered. 

Her heart raced as she took in his scent - warm and musky, with a hint of sandalwood. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she met his gaze once more. 

“It smells like you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her - softly at first, then with increasing urgency. Their bodies pressed together, the scent of amortentia filling their senses as they surrendered to their forbidden desires. The feeling of being completely consumed by each other took over. His hands began to wander over her body, an overwhelming wave of possessiveness washing over him. He wanted her just to himself, he wanted to claim her as his. 

The aroma of amortentia became secondary, his hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of her hips, sliding up her back, tangling in her hair and pulling softly. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a moan as he pressed her up against a bookshelf, his lips finding hers once more. 

Their tongues met in a fierce embrace, and she felt her knees go weak as he wrapped one of his hands around her neck, his other arm firmly keeping her close to his body. The scent of the potion was all around them, but it was his touch that she craved more than anything.

As he finally pulled apart, breathless and shaking, they both knew this moment could never be spoken of again. For a moment, they simply stood there, gazing into each other’s eyes, the only sound of the soft hum of magic in the air. 

“I will see you next class.” Lupin spoke softly. 

“Yes, Professor,” Y/N replied, making Lupin’s heart skip a beat. Those words. So innocent, yet so sinful. He wanted nothing more than to hear her moan them desperately in his ears as he...

[dewedup]

28 with Phantom & Dew

I'm a mess already but I wouldn't mind it getting worse

here's a little something something (only a few months late and not the longest but still a feel trip)

Phantom could tell Dew was having a rough day from the moment he woke up; he just couldn’t seem to figure out when the problem started.

When he’d shuffled over to cuddle in the early light of day, Dew had rolled away.

If there’s one thing Phantom respects, it’s boundaries. So instead, he just placed a hand on Dew’s hip under the covers and kept his distance. But it seemed like even this tiny show of affection was getting under the fire ghoul’s skin. Dew huffed a frustrated sigh and got up to shower, he didn’t even bother to throw a cheeky wink at Phantom, finger crooked in a ‘come hither’ motion like usual. 

Phantom didn’t let it get to him; he knows how turbulent Dew’s moods can be. He rolled with the punches and went about his own morning routine, making sure to give Dew a little extra space in their shared room. 

The morning seemed to have set the tone for the rest of the day. Phantom tiptoed around Dew while the fire ghoul continued to ignore his presence. He knew the ghoul probably just needed some time, so he tried his best to stick to him like a shadow, quiet but close enough if Dew decided he needed him. 

Well, maybe he stayed too close. 

Phantom walked down the hallway back to the den, lost in thought while looking out the window and didn’t realize Dew had slowed his pace. He stumbled, his foot falling on the heel of Dew’s shoe, causing the fire ghoul to trip slightly. Dew caught himself on the wall and turned to Phantom, eyes burning with a fiery rage. Phantom’s cheeks flushed something fierce, an apology already spilling from his lips.

“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for five Satan-damned minutes?” Dew hissed, eyes narrowing at the younger ghoul. Phantom jumped back a few steps, raising his hands in defence at the angry tone. Tears pricked behind his eye lids as steam blew out of Dew’s nostrils. 

“I’m sorry! It was an accident,” Phantom rushed out, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. 

“Seriously? You’ve been breathing down my neck all day. Do I have to spell it out for you?” Dew paused, as if waiting for a response, but Phantom had no idea what he was talking about. “I just need a break; you’re constantly there and sometimes I just want to do things without you. We don’t need to be attached at the hip every second of every day.”

Phantom was at a loss for words. Did he do something wrong? Why did Dew not talk to him about this before now? The confusion must have been written across his face because Dew just scoffed, his head shaking as he continued the walk back to the den alone, leaving Phantom to watch, wondering where it all went wrong. 

“Oh Bug,” Phantom whirled around, wiping furiously at the tear that had started to fall down his cheek. Rain smiled sadly at him, walking forward to wrap his arms around the downtrodden ghoul.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming,” Phantom whimpered into Rain’s chest, shoulders shaking as he took deep breaths of the water ghoul’s scent in an attempt to ground himself.

“Hey, no none of that,” Rain tsked, pulling back slightly so he could hook a finger under Phantom’s chin. He waited for the younger ghoul to meet his eyes before he spoke next. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is on Dew. He doesn’t get to treat you like that. Just because he’s having a shitty day, it doesn’t make it okay for him to take it out on you.”

Phantom nodded, willing Rain’s words to sink in and take root. 

[insanityisdivine]

Reunited...in love...

[iamthecomet]

Providence. 9.12.22

Credit: Me

[yikestm17]

why are there so many adaptations pedaling lies about frankensteins’ monster (fucked up and evil, wants to destroy all of humanity) and none telling the truth (has a heart of gold and a massive cock)?

[skeletonwithakeyboard]

We interrupt your pupship brainrot for a momentary kingcrabship brainrot

Headcanon/post-canon where it's time for the first crimson dragon to pass it's legacy and jack; being the only one who's a direct descendent of the first signer, is chosen.

But jack is married to yusei now, they're happy, they thought their world saving days were over. But the crimson dragon's place must be filled, and if not now then there's no telling when or who will be worthy to take its place.

If it was anyone else, hell if it was himself, yusei wouldn't mind. But it's not just someone, it's jack atlas. He's husband, the man who was with him for as long as he can remember, the man who's saved him more then once, the man he wakes up next to, and this time, just this once. Yusei can't bring himself to be selfless.

He love jack to much

"Please don't go. It's...after all this time, all we've done and sacrificed. It's our time now...it's can't be taken, not now.. It's not fair!"

And jack? Of course he doesn't want to go. Why should he? He's given his all to save the world enough for 10 lifetimes, why should he now give his eternity? It's already spoken for, he promised it to yusei. And jack atlas doesn't break a promise, especially not to yusei, not to the one who forgave him after all he's done, not to the man who said yes to spending their lives together.

Jack's always been a selfish man

"Yusei right. It's not fair! I've given you more then enough, I want- no. I deserve this! If my life is going anywhere it's going here! With yusei fudo! And if it takes a fight to prove I'm not backing down then it's a fight you'll get!"

The crimson dragon doesn't rise to Jack's challenge. It understands, it's knows it's not fair. But there are things even how of the dragon's control.

The crimson dragon give them time to think.

Then the earthbound immortals start to cause chaos, without the crimson dragon at its full power, the immortals are reeking havoc. Even with all six dragons, even with help from their other friends. It's not enough, and jack knows that.

So jack merged with the crimson dragon and defeats the earthbound immortals. Becoming the new crimson dragon and taking on it's legacy.

Yusei knows it had to be done, but it's doesn't help. He's crying and heart broken because he knows he'll lose jack. Right?

"Come on babe I'm the Jack Atlas and newly appointed crimson dragon. Surely you don't think I can't bend the rules a little to visit you can I?"

"Of course, if anyone's first thought is to how to break the rules and get what he wants, it's you jack" yusei is happy, a little sad that jack won't he with him all the time, but happy that he won't lose him forever.

And besides 'my husband is a dragonic god-like being that imprisons immortal evils' is a pretty good answer to the what does your husband do for a living question.

[ghostradiodylan]

🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄

🎶 On the ninth day of Christmas, the Quarry gave to me…

🎶Nine Jacobs dancing,

[feat. Nick]

🎶Eight Hags a-haunting,

🎶Seven ‘bears’ a-swarming,

🎶Six Abi sketches,

🎶Five silver shells,

🎶 Four calling nerds,

🎶Three blood-drenched men,

🎶 Two boys in love,

🎶 And Max Brinly on top of a tree.🎶

🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄🐻🎄

[It's actually the 10th day today lol, working on number 10 but here are the two I missed in a row! I have outsmarted Tumblr by using a real live computer to post. The nine Jacobs made me laugh so hard, I love him!]

[badhermit]

Idk I just think this movie's neat

[mthollowell-writes]

Bidding With A Corpse Dealer Days of Horror Day 2: Bid

The corpse-dealer sold his wares out of a wooden cabinet in a dark back alley. It was never in the same place. Most respectable folks would have nothing to do with the old man. The more superstitious grabbed their torches and run him out of town once they got wind of his presence. His shops were an ill omen.

But Tristam wasn’t respectable. His blood never aspired so high. He could use a bit of bad luck.

So he tracked the old man to an old alley in the pit of Corshum. It stank of piss and the rot tossed out windows during the day. He walked down the dank cobblestone with a lowered hood and an eye over his shoulder. Only the worse were willing to tolerate a man who dealt with the dead.

The corpse-dealer’s cabinet was as tall as a man and just as shallow. The wood of it was aged dark and rotting away at the corners. It sat flush against a stone wall, grimy with filth. It could be mistaken for a bit of trash someone left because they didn’t think worth carrying anymore.

Tristam sniffed. Could a man really be in this box? He banged a fist on the door and waited.

The door swung open with the sound of twinkling glass. Soft light filled the box of all colors: yellow, dark purple, radiant blue and sickly green. They flickered in old stopper glasses and shifted like trapped insects craving the dark.

Hunched in the center of it all, behind a piece of thin wood that served as his counter, was the old man. The corpse-dealer was a skeleton of a man with skin the texture of old brown leather. He had a wrinkled bald head and one blue lazy eye that appraised Tristan slow and easy. His face cracked open with a smile of yellow teeth.

“What can I do ya fer?”

Tristam didn’t blink. He’s seen worse creatures dying on the roadside during the plague years. “I need a body.”

“You’ve got a fine specimen of your own.” The corspe-dealer measured his body again slow with that lazy eye of his. This time Tristam did shiver.

“I need something fresh and whole and pure blooded. I’m on a witch’s errand.” A witch’s errand needed to be completed lest you become her final chore. Tristam knew this as well as the corpse-dealer.

The skeleton steepled his fingers. “Then what’s your bid?”

“Bid?” Tristam repeated confused.

“Bodies don’t come cheap and are always in short supply. So what are you willing to give me for one?”

Tristam produced a purse from his pocket, loud with the clink of silver. “I got coin enough.”

“Pilfered and useless. I can always get my own. I see no value in it.”

This wasn’t how Tristam thought this would go. He pocketed his money, searched the old man. “Then what can I offer?”

“A favor.”

“Favor?”

[kithtaehyung]

i’m here i’m hereᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

[demonsteapot]

no one asked november #5: the clipping is off but really it just adds to the experience. i hate everything btw

Shitpost because i am unmotivated today

gif version under cut

music is 56-12-2 from the omori ost

[princesscolumbia]

Double Isekai - Chapter 9

So here we are at the end of my backlog. It was nice to be able to post once a day and not have to stress over jumping straight back into it, but I knew that wasn't gonna finish LLW ch. 14 anywhere near the time my backlog was gone. It did, however, firm up my desire to actually get a backlog going and eliminate that stress-point from my life.

Summary:

Ranma gets the chance to talk to someone who isn't directly impacted by the isekai and knew her both before and after. She gets some advice that she probably should have received in her previous life.

Notes:

And here we have the first canonical events that are directly impacted by the new timeline.

Preview below the cut:

The visit to Dr. Tofu's clinic went about as well as they could have expected, given the man's general open-mindedness about things involving magic and spiritual. It helped that the man could read qi auras; he'd described what he saw with Ranma like blending flavors of ice cream, which both isekai'd individuals smiled at.

"I must say, as much trauma as I'm seeing in your auras, you're remarkably well adjusted even after...well, all this." The doctor gestured up and down at the pair of them, sitting side by side on his exam table.

"Thank you, Doctor," "Thanks, Doc," they said at the same time. Ranma rolled her eyes and Nodoka giggled.

"Fascinating," he murmured under his breath, "If it's alright with you two, I'd like to set up ongoing monitoring appointments. Even in your other world the concept of the 'isekai' was fictional, so there wouldn't be any medical knowledge for managing cases like yours. While it's unlikely that I'll ever get a chance to publish anything on the issue, it would be good to at least make sure everything is working out okay for you two long-term."

Nodoka smiled warmly at the man, If I swung that way...ah well, he'll make someone a good husband soon enough, I'm sure. "That sounds lovely, and I'd be interested in reading your findings and discussing your conclusions."

"If you're sure you can keep up..." he returned her smile.

Ranma snorted, "Doc, c'mon. We taught ourselves data analytics and auto repair. Might need a reference or five, but we aint slouches."

Like many aspects of the conversation so far, Tofu showed all the signs of being pleasantly surprised by the new fold in the origami puzzle that was his most complex patient. "Fascinating...was the intelligence always there but expressed in purely martial ways or was your previous incarnation for this universe a savant and this more broad-spectrum intelligence a new addition from the merging?"

Ranma shrugged, "Think it was prolly the first one. Pops did his level best t'beat anything that wasn't The Art outa me. Kinda made me stupid in all sorts of ways. Aint sayin' I know for sure, but I did teach myself the 'roasting chestnuts' thing using adaptive methods thanks to an artificially imposed temporary disability, an' that was a LONG time before the isekai."

The conversation lasted a bit longer, Doctor Tofu completing the same physical that he did for the Tendo girls and providing a referral for a gynecologist he'd already 'felt out' about the Jusenkyo issue with a promise to have another ready if they should prove less receptive than he'd expected.

"I'll see what I can do about a counselor or therapist as well," he said after Nodoka brought up the concern, "That will be...harder, most likely. Not only is that a bit outside my specialty, without the ability to see qi and already having a history with either of you like I did, any therapist is going to be inherently skeptical."

Nodoka nodded, "As can be expected, this is a highly unusual case, to say the least." She paused visibly, as though bracing herself for a challenge, "I...don't want you to do anything that might violate your ethical obligations or result in a loss of your license, but about Ranma's male form..."

Tofu leaned back, a clearly intelligent mind piecing together the request before she could even make it but allowing his patient to ask the question anyway. Such manners...maybe some Jusenkyo water? No, don't be silly. You're a horny old woman but that's no reason to go looking for people to make dysphoric. Out loud, she said, "Might it be possible to see about transitioning her other body?" she gestured to her daughter, who was clearly doing her best to not get her hopes up too much.

Tofu appeared to ponder the question, "I'll admit I don't believe anyone has asked for such a thing in the annals of Jusenkyo." He stood and walked over to the counter he'd placed Ranma's file on earlier and flipped it open, jotting a few notes down, "I've started a correspondence with Cologne's tribe as they're the nearest group of people to the springs and so have the most experience with them." He finished his note and closed the file, facing them directly, "Most 'curse victims' opt to simply have the curse locked."

Nodoka grimaced and Ranma squirmed. The younger isekai'd woman piped in, "I aint sure that's a good idea, doc. It's...well, it's like noise-cancelling headphones if I'm thinkin' correctly."

"'Noise-cancelling...'?" parroted the doctor.

Nodoka chuckled, "I believe they're working on industrial applications for the technology now and it won't be on the consumer market for a decade or two yet, but they use the principal of a cancelled waveform to block sound." She traced a sine wave in the air in front of her, "Sound is just pressure waves in the air, so one simply sets up a microphone to capture the sound, a computer processes the opposite waveform, then broadcasts that back in the direction of the audio source," she traced an opposite sine wave going the other direction, "And the two waveforms cancel each other out."

"Problem is, doc, it's technically just more sound, only ya can't hear it," added Ranma. "And dependin' on how loud the original sound is, yer slamming a LOT of dee-bees into your ears."

Tofu gave her a confused smile, "'dee-bees'?"

Ranma smirked, "Decibels, or dBs." Tofu nodded with a quiet 'ah!' as Ranma continued, holding up a hand and punching it lightly, "It's like yer hammerin' yer eardrums twice as hard but ya can't hear it." She dropped her hands into her lap, "Aint interested in getting' magical tinnitus or whatever it'd be called."

He chuckled at her metaphor, "That's not a bad comparison, though I'll want to confer with some experts to see if that's actually a concern. If it is, then we'll definitely want to look into alternatives. As for hormone replacement therapy," he sounded hesitant, and his next words made it clear why, "We'll need to try some things, and I'll need to confer with some colleagues with discrete inquiries. I'm not an endocrinologist and I'm not equipped to do the hormonal testing here, so we'll need to bring in some others to see what can be done." He adjusted his glasses thoughtfully, "This could be an interesting, if extremely niche article in a journal somewhere." He chuckled as he put a hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head, "I'll probably need to find a way to introduce the Amazon's magic and traditional medicine doctors to some open minded colleagues," he focused on Ranma, "Would you be willing to demonstrate your curse to a select few people? If your descriptions of dysphoria are anything to go by, it might be uncomfortable and I wouldn't want you to subject yourself to that..."

Ranma smirked, "I aint sayin' no, but I can talk to Shampoo t'see if she'd demonstrate first. I'm betting a girl turning into a cat'd be enough of a metaphorical gut-punch to convince just about anyone of how real magic is."

Tofu could only chuckle at this proposal, "Now, if you'll excuse us, Nodoka. We're at the part of the appointment where I talk to Ranma about things teenagers don't want their parents to hear about."

(Read the whole thing on AO3)

[horsetailcurlers2]

me two weeks before my period: i’m gonna go back to school! i’m gonna speed run exposure therapy! i’m gonna excercise every day and finally paint my walls and make some progress on my TBR!! 😃

me the week before my period: everybody hates me and they want me to die. i should clear all the smut off my phone before i start drafting my suicide note

me during my period: *sleeping and functioning like i’m in active meth addiction*

me the week after my period: 😴😴😴😴😴

[samhorine]

snaps from manhattan - january 2020

[hvlthgxth]

John Lennon couldn't do Gypsy, but Stevie Nicks could pull off Woman is the-- My lawyer has been advised to keep his mouth shut-- Nigger of the World.