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m3ltd0wn · 10 months
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Random sh!t post that came to mind.
River: . . .
Dugga: . . .
~An hour later~
River: /Kicks in the door to the Shady House/ GUZMA I GOT US A KID!
Guzma: FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS STOP ADOPTING RANDOM CHILDREN!
River: ONLY WHEN YOU STOP!
Dugga: Sup OwO
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that-one-oddity · 2 months
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Here's an edit I made to show off Lurien's height on the ground. He's actually taller than the average bug, which would be impressive...
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If the ladies didn't exist. And for further demonstration...
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An edit I made for Herrah on the ground and Monomon sitting instead of floating.
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And a Pale King for good measure.
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fortheyearslater · 2 years
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Future Reboots
The year is currently 2022. In the year 2072, are there any reboots of major franchises from 2022? What about the year 2122?
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hinamie · 3 months
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fire nation festival wear aka a blatant excuse for me to push atla clothing design conventions to the absolute Limit
jjk atla!au with @philosophiums
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thatneoncrisis · 2 months
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harrows a sped kid but gideon is a girl who should by all accounts at LEAST have a 504 plan but all adults dismiss her as merely combative and disruptive, at Best theyll throw in a "not utilizing her potential to the fullest." multiple teachers have vaguely alluded to her having ODD rather than think for a second about why she might be acting like that
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queermasculine · 3 months
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btw anything i put on here with two dudes in it you can mentally attach a note saying "this but butch4butch" only reason i'm not doing that myself is i'm sick of typing it out every time
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demi-pixellated · 1 year
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a redesign: to sate my personal sensibilities
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eromrevencrow · 4 months
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Okay okay. Some are saying that iwtv is not about being in love with the monster, but the horror of the monster being in love with you, which I think it's too simple since it's more about 'the monster loves me, but what if I am a monster too? What if the monster is actually a mirror of everything I don't love about myself and the beauty of learning to love all this monstrous things about me, in you?'
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Do you ever just be out and about and see something that haunts your soul? Because I sure did and now everyone else gets to too.
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its-not-sof · 1 year
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feels like
mark smut + fluff (virgin!reader)
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It wasn’t your fault you didn’t check the weather forecast that morning before you left for work.
As you stared up at the dark, angry sky, you contemplated the easiest way to get into your apartment building unscathed by the pelting rain. Instead of making a run for it, you sulked in your car, letting out a frustrated sigh.
You suddenly felt your phone buzz, and the face of your newly acquired boyfriend lit up the screen.
“Mark?” You answered his call, a hint of desperation evident in your voice.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Usually you’re back by now, so I already let myself in.”
You smiled warmly. It had only been a few months since you’d started officially seeing each other, but you felt so drawn to him immediately. He made you feel loved, safe and so happy. It was almost like a spare copy of your apartment key had just spontaneously made itself and appeared in your hands for you to give to him last week.
And boy, were you glad for it right now.
“Mark, can you do me a huge favor? I need you to grab my umbrella and bring it out to the parking lot. I’m going to get so soaked on my way in.”
Mark laughed.
“Of course, just give me a second, okay?”
Within moments, your boyfriend came into view, holding your travel umbrella precariously over his head in the windy storm. You steeled your nerves and quickly threw open your car door, taking off into a run towards him. Mark smiled and laughed, amused at your urgency.
“It’s just a little rain, Y/N,” he joked, calling out to you before you landed in his waiting arms.
Even your desperate sprint wasn’t enough to save you from getting drenched, your dripping clothes and skin clinging to your boyfriend’s jacket. When he stood for a moment without moving, you pushed against his chest.
“What are you waiting for, get inside!” You urged, huddling as close as possible to him.
Mark laughed again and pulled you close, teasingly hovering the umbrella just out of your reach for a moment before returning it over your head.
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“If I catch a cold, it’s going to be your fault,” you huffed, ringing out your soaked hair in the kitchen sink. “From now on, I’m revoking your ‘holding the umbrella’ privileges.”
Mark smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pressing a kiss to your cheek,
“You know I’ll be here to take care of you,” he mumbled. “No promises on changing my umbrella technique, though.”
You playfully swatted at his arms, laughing as he quickly tickled at your sides before releasing you to resume your work.
It had taken you a moment to remember that your clothes were completely soaked through. The drenched garments clung to your figure, and your white shirt became particularly see-through.
You turned to face Mark, finding him staring at you intently. You met his gaze and found the most adorable blush dust across his cheeks.
“Oh, don’t mind me— just enjoying the view,” he murmured.
Now it was your turn to blush. You had never undressed in front of Mark before. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d never done before. But the way he looked at you and the way the flirtatious comment rolled so easily off his tongue made you want to try.
Mark sensed something off in your reaction, and immediately backpedaled.
“You should get changed, love. You’re really going to get sick if you keep those on,” he said, a comforting smile gracing his features.
You felt a feeling of boldness bubble up inside your chest. You sucked in a quiet breath.
“Do you… want to help me take these off?” You whispered, letting your eyes meet his and impart your desires where your words lacked. Mark’s eyes widened in return, eyebrows raised at your sudden boldness.
“I mean, yes… yes please,” he purred. His tone shifted, only slightly to one of gentle concern. “Are you sure?”
You held his gaze, without faltering.
“Yes,” you breathed, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. “God, yes.”
Mark instantly pulled you impossibly closer, tangling his fingers in your wet hair, kissing you back with a fervent desire. His hands trailed down your back, brushing against your spine. You weren’t sure if your shivers were because of the cold, or the way his skin made contact with your bare back.
You pulled away only slightly, looking him in the eyes again.
“Can we do this in my room? I just— I’ve never—“ you sighed. “I’ve never done this before,” you admitted.
Mark smiled sweetly, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek.
“Oh, Y/N,” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Yes,”he took your hand, allowing you to lead him down the hallway.
You pushed open your door, turning to face him before crashing against his lips again. You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping your enthusiasm would make up for your lack of experience.
Mark took the lead, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently before reaching for your waist again.
His nimble fingers slipped underneath your soaked shirt, sliding it up slowly. You pulled away for a moment to help him rid you of the wet garment. Mark’s eyes fell to your lace bra, perfectly showcasing your soft breasts. He let out a gentle puff of air before he reached for them gently.
“Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop, okay?” He whispered sincerely, gingerly caressing your skin. You nodded and placed your hands on top of his, guiding them to your chest.
Mark’s hands cupped your breasts, slowly massaging them and quickly finding your sensitive peaks through the lace. You let out a soft sigh as he began to tease them between his fingers.
“Mark…” you sighed, feeling a warmth begin to form in your core. You pulled him closer to you, and in turn, closer to your bed. He took the hint and pressed your body down into the mattress.
He reached behind your back to unhook the lace garment, and his eyes widened as it fell from your shoulders.
“Y/N… god, you’re so beautiful…” he whispered, thickly.
“Mark, please, I need you so bad,” you responded, placing his hands back on your body.
Mark didn’t waste any more time as he let his fingers stroke your soft skin and attached his lips to your exposed neck. You leaned back and threaded your fingers through his hair, keeping him in place. He sucked hard enough to bruise, soothing your raw skin with the tip of his tongue before continuing down your chest.
He stopped at your perked nipples, looking up at you before taking one into his mouth, sucking and licking at it until he heard you moan.
“Y/N, that is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard,” he purred. Your face flushed, and you refused to meet his gaze.
“I hope I get to hear that again tonight,” he smiled as he began to lavish the other breast with the same attention.
You felt a slickness begin to blossom between your legs, and suddenly your wet jeans became even more uncomfortable than they were before.
“Please, get these clothes off me,” you begged, scratching lightly at his shoulders.
Mark complied, carefully unzipping your jeans and sliding them down your legs. His fingers brushed against your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He took a moment to take in your beauty— topless, flushed, soaked panties, and pert nipples. He’d never been harder in his life, he thought.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
You felt your heartbeat race as more of your clothes came off, almost entirely exposing yourself to him. You reached forward and slipped your hands underneath his hoodie, urging him to take it off.
He complied, swiftly removing the garment over his head. You immediately pulled him closer, running your hands over his exposed chest and shoulders.
“You’re beautiful too, you know,” you whispered, giggling softly. Mark smiled into your shoulder, leaving kisses there before pulling back to look into your eyes.
“Y/N, I want you to tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if I’m going too fast, okay? Promise me?”
You nodded, kissing him gently. Mark smiled, and carefully prompted you to spread your legs.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he hummed, softly tracing the outline of your folds through your thin, soaked panties. You shifted your hips slightly, swallowing hard as he found your clit and began to circle it.
Your breathing began to quicken as he continued with his agonizing pace, softly teasing you.
“Mark, please,” you whined, grinding down into his touch. Mark laughed softly.
“Okay, okay,” he cooed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs, exposing your dripping center.
You felt the urge to close your legs, suddenly embarrassed at him staring so intently at your most intimate area. Mark’s hands gently coaxed your thighs back open.
“Don’t be shy, love,” he murmured.
You shifted again, relaxing your hips and allowing your legs to fall open for him.
“That’s it,” he whispered, soothingly tracing your skin. He began to lower himself down onto the mattress until his lips were inches away from your core.
“Can I?” He requested, soft breaths fanning across your flaring heat.
You nodded quickly, sucking in a shallow breath.
Mark smirked and slowly licked a stripe up your folds.
“A-ah!” You sighed, squirming already at his touch.
Mark eased your thighs over his shoulders and held you in place while he gave a gentle suck on your most sensitive peak.
“M-Mark, oh god,” you jolted at the unfamiliar sensation, but immediately found yourself longing for more.
“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” He soothed, diving back in with gentle fervor.
You threw your head back onto the pillows as he began to suck and lick mercilessly at your heat, fingers massaging your inner thighs.
A gasp escaped your lips as his tongue began to flicker quickly across your clit, your hips bucking off the mattress. Mark’s hands held you in place, not allowing you to shy away from the pleasure.
Your breaths became ragged and heaving in between long, languid moans. You could almost feel Mark smiling as he kissed and hummed against your sensitive center.
“Mark, I-I’m getting close,” you whispered, locking your legs around his shoulders. You slid you eyes closed and focused on the feeling.
His lips closed around your sensitive peak once more, sucking hard and circling it with the tip of his tongue. The sensations became too much as his mouth pushed you over the edge for the first time.
“M-Mark!” You cried, feeling him tease you through your orgasm as your walls fluttered around his tongue.
Your chest heaved with uneven breaths as you came down from your high. You opened your eyes and saw Mark’s smiling face looking up at you from between your legs, his lips glistening with your release.
“Felt good?” He murmured, gently stroking your thighs. You giggled softly.
“God, yes,” you ran your fingers through his slightly disheveled hair, tucking a few strands behind his ear. “But, I want to make you feel good too, Mark,” you whispered, scratching lightly at his scalp.
Mark’s eyes were gentle yet full of lust. He knew exactly what you wanted from him.
“Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t want to hurt you.”
You looked into his eyes and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you promised.
Mark released you from his hold and crawled back up to kiss your neck.
“Okay, love,” he murmured. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”
You nodded, pulling him close and tracing your fingers across his bare back. You felt him grind his clothed hips gently across your core, and you felt him.
“Just do it, Mark,” you begged, palming him through his sweatpants.
He hissed as he felt your touch, and his reaction sent another wave of arousal through you.
You quickly freed his length from his clothes, and you tried to hide your intimidated reaction as best you could. He was bigger than you expected.
Mark sensed your hesitation immediately.
“We don’t have to do this now,” he murmured, gently stoking your cheek. You shook your head.
“No, I want to. Please?” You asked, looking up at him with confident eyes. Mark leaned in to kiss you slowly.
“Okay. Please stop me if it hurts, Y/N,” he said. “Promise?”
You caught his lips in another quick kiss.
“Promise.”
Mark nodded and carefully returned to your core, swiping his fingers along your folds before inserting one slowly.
You winced slightly at the unfamiliar sensation but quickly relaxed in his gentle hold.
“You okay?” He asked, gently making a ‘come hither’ motion with his index finger inside your walls.
You gasped, nodding quickly, adjusting to the feeling before he added another finger.
“God, you’re so wet, Y/N…” Mark leaned in close to whisper in your ear as his fingers sped up. You could hear a the faint sound of your arousal coating his digits.
“I’m ready, Mark, I promise,” you huffed, your breathing growing heavy again.
Mark placed a kiss behind your ear and trailed down your neck before removing his hand. A string of your wetness clung to his fingers, and he immediately dragged them across your swollen clit. You squirmed, waiting for him to give you what you really wanted.
“Mark…” you whined, shifting your hips impatiently.
“Alright, pretty girl. Just relax for me, okay?” He murmured, spreading your legs a bit wider and positioning himself at your entrance.
You braced yourself as you felt his tip against your folds. You unconsciously tensed a bit, preparing for the impact.
“Relax,” Mark whispered soothingly, massaging the backs of your thighs. “I got you, okay?”
You nodded and released the tension in your hips.
“Good girl,” Mark purred, feeling your muscles relax.
You hissed at the quick, dull pain as he began to push into you. You couldn’t help the quiet whimper that left your lips as you felt him stretch your entrance for the first time.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair and looking deeply into your eyes.
You shook your head, trying to ignore the tears prickling your vision. Blinking them away, you met his gaze again.
Mark brushed his thumb across your flushed cheek, catching the tears that fell.
“Just a little bit more, you’re doing so well for me, Y/N. Relax and breathe, okay?”
You smiled at him, urging him to continue. He carefully pushed into you again, causing you to let out another whimper.
“I got you, I’m right here, okay?” Mark soothingly stroked your thigh and cupped your cheek, talking you through his every move.
You soon felt his shallow thrusts beginning to bring a slow wave of pleasure to your core, and he slipped a hand down to gently circle your bundle of nerves. You bit your lip and cling to him tightly, your nails digging into his bare shoulders.
“Y/N, you feel so good,” he groaned, losing himself in your tight hold. “Talk to me. What do you need, love?”
Your mouth fell open as he sped up slightly, moving at a still slow but sensual pace.
“I-It feels good,” you cried. “Please, Mark, don’t stop.”
Mark continued his thrusts, holding you close and whispering soft praises in your ear. It wasn’t long until you felt another high approaching.
“I-I’m gonna— I think I’m—“
You moaned softly as your walls fluttered around his length, and simultaneously bringing him to climax along with it.
“Y/N!” Mark cried, pulling out quickly and releasing across your bare stomach.
Mark’s shoulders heaved as he came down from his own high, taking in the sight of you before him. You looked at him and began to laugh.
“Mark… I can’t believe—“ you smiled and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
Mark beamed at you, his eyes full of love.
“You did so well,” he murmured, stroking your cheek and brushing a few stray hairs away from your face. “My beautiful girl. I’m so lucky to love you.”
You giggled at his words, feeling like you were floating on air. Mark got out of the bed and quickly returned with a warm, wet towel, gently cleaning you up.
You couldn’t deny the dull pain that still ached in your core. Mark saw you wince as you shifted your hips slightly, and reached out to massage your inner thighs.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, did it hurt too bad?” He asked, a bit panicked.
You shook your head.
“No, no— it’s not your fault.”
Mark refused to let go of your gaze, not convinced.
“Let me run you a bath, okay? Your hair is still wet from the rain, we should get cleaned up anyway,” he insisted, carefully removing the wet towel.
You nodded. He was right.
“That sounds amazing,” you sighed, smiling at him.
Mark leaned in for another kiss before heading to the bathroom.
You watched him walk away, then pause and turn to look at you before reaching the bedroom door.
“Hey. I love you.”
You smiled, almost giddy.
“Hey. I love you too.”
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dxliriumoftheendless · 4 months
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calliope i love you queen but what is the outfit here. what was the thought process….
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the jewellery doesn’t suck but that dress with the sash….. and the fuck ass bob…… choices were made
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parab0mb · 5 months
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Average conversation between these three dweebs.
I don't actually know their canon heights (I think Lea is supposed to be the shortest) but Emilie being small fits the meme format better and is funnier so french gremlin she is. Also my heart tells me that Apollo is built like an actual blade of grass.
The og meme btw:
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basi-boy · 1 year
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Neuer Diskurs (cursed):
Ist das Tragen von Lederhosen und Dirndl als Nicht-Bayer kulturelle Aneignung? Let's discuss.
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lucalamante · 5 days
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So I was looking up references for snowballs and how they crumble when they hit a thing and literally the first image made me lose my fuckin mind
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I genuinely feel like I need to draw Connor like this
Just completely dead pan getting fuckin pummeled square in the face with a snowball
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shibascrem · 1 month
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If Photoshop crashes one more time today I am burning down Adobe headquarters. You spend so much time and money developing your stupid AI bullshit instead of making sure your fucking program is stable you stupid bastard company. And the fact that it's an "industry standard" so I'm forced to use it for work makes me want to strangle the closest CEO.
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hersurvival · 3 months
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today i was prescribed new medication, anti-convulsants, and if these don't rid my tired body of tremors, even if they do, then something much more serious is wrong with me. and lately the trembling has reached my voice, the doctor asked if i was nervous but i wasn't, in fact i was excited to get some answers. but it wasn't the first time i had been told "even your voice is shaking" accompanied by a look of sadness, pity, concern, something. truthfully, i had noticed it as well. you see, most of my time is spent singing and the doctor asked, "does your voice ever feel as though it is quieter than usual?" and now it makes sense, i have been forcing myself to the edge of passing out, lightheaded from projecting, because yes, my voice is quieter now. she told me to open my mouth, stick out my tongue, "do you have trouble annunciating or swallowing?" i thought hard about how lately pills have been getting stuck in my throat, "your tongue has a tremor," and it went to my head immediately, woke gasping from dreams of choking. but my friend stepped on a moth for me today and hopefully it was the right one to end the nightmares because i have slept less than a 40 hour work week except i am currently out of work on medical leave and rather than a five day schedule, i am operating in a perpetual blur of time, sunrises arriving before i fall asleep, keeping track of the days one doctor appointment after the other. operating in nightmares, flashbacks, small spirals, handfuls of crackers, did i take my meds today, how am i already out of dog food, rotting vegetables in the crisper drawer, cups of coffee and oh, i listened to the entire playlist already, let's just restart it.
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