#for the inspiration

[bunnybunstrawbieee]

Them!

Sequel to this post:https://www.tumblr.com/bunnybunstrawbieee/738733734106398720/leosagi-when-i-made-this-in-january-and-february?source=share

I'm actually having fun drawing them sm and I'm Leosagi deprived (and Donasagi)

And yes Leo's design was made first before Usagi's , probably count this as an Au or own iteration, i dunno.

and also I think my idea is this Usagi is named Miyamoto Usagi? (Has the last name as his?) But he's not really Usagi, he's just his descendant. (｡· v ·｡) ?

Michaelangelo probably has a pajama party and they both gave them sweaters.

And let's just say they were on...on a disguise on this one-- (I have more ideas on disguises) eee

[cosmereplay]

hey sorry, but while you were in the other room your cousin grew his arm back. yeah, he won't be able to use any of his one armed Herdazian jokes now. I know, we all thought having one arm was a part of how he saw himself, but I guess not? oh, and he's probably going to stick you to the wall now. sorry.

[questionablemorally]

Hello! I’m sorry for not posting for so long.

Thanks to @necesitotequila for the inspiration to do another hc dump! This time, new flavour - Sebataker. Some of these are from our talk about it :)

(This is your warning for nsfw under cut… again. Minors, as usual, please don’t interact!)

They initially start off as a physical attraction - they both eye each other up with the ‘he’s hot’. Though, they don’t get along incredibly well.

Once they’ve established something of a relationship, I could see them in a few ways: one, they’re incredibly toxic to each other, and would probably take any opportunity to tear the other down (closest to canon I’ll ever be lol). Two, they’re mostly neutral on each other except for a soft spot.

They fight a lot. And by fight, I mean physically. UT enjoys a bit of action in his boring immortality, and Sebastian likes blowing off some steam with him. Sometimes, it’s fuelled by simple boredom, and other times they’re actually angry with each other. Neither would come away completely unscathed, but they never kill each other.

If they ever had a wedding, Undertaker would show up in a black dress for shock factor (he’d be giggling at the reactions) and Sebastian would wear a white suit. Or, hell, put them both in gorgeous, silky dresses! The concept of gender has no use when you’re an immortal being.

After visiting enough times, UT sets Sebastian up a room in the funeral parlour (or Sebastian stays in undertaker’s room). Sebastian constantly complains about how dusty and unclean it is, but he stays anyways. This, I think, would be GREAT for a modern au.

Another great opportunity for this ship: hate sex. Degradation mixed with some praise (UT’s ‘good boy’ in BOA is… something), roughness, choking, scratching, biting. The possibilities are endless.

Most likely, they are switches who fight to top (I am incredibly biased, however, because there’s just something about seeing the powerful demon be reduced to a mess when topped… so I will focus on this. My apologies 😞).

Once they both admit (or just know) they want to fuck each other, the undertaker wastes no time in asking for Seb’s ‘services’ in return for information. This most likely involves a BJ, where Undertaker purposefully makes a sticky mess of the other’s face, much to Sebastian’s dismay. Also, UT’s a little unnerving with how he stares and giggles quietly the entire time through it…

In the evening, once all his duties are completed and the premises are clearly safe, Seb visits UT for a late-night rendezvous, involving either being bent over a casket or an adrenaline-pumped fight. Or a mix of both. Any option has him limping away, until he heals before morning (which is slower than usual, considering UT is a reaper).

Undertaker loves to leave marks on Sebastian. Whether or not they’d stay was always a gamble. Sometimes, his bites remained at least long enough for him to see Sebastian out (usually the ones below the collar, rather conveniently…), and sometimes they’d heal soon. In reality, Sebastian also enjoyed the marks (despite his protesting stating otherwise), and simply adjusted what he healed and what he didn’t. While UT is definitely aware of this, he likes to pretend to not be.

While it’s hard to shake either of them (especially during sex, something Sebastian is an expert at for seduction purposes), somehow they surprise each other a lot. For example, Sebastian didn’t anticipate the undertaker - this ancient, utterly insane man - to pick him up by his thighs and slam his back against a wall without injuring himself in some way. Similarly, Undertaker never expected to be pushed onto his back on the floor, with Seb riding him, especially considering he still had his hand wrapped around the other’s throat.

Let me know what you think, or if you want any more! I adore doing these, and I hope you enjoy them too.

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Blade

Some new brush practice inspired by this piece of art by @yuriyuruandyuraart because I saw that and I was suddenly feeling like drawing!!

So take this, I am so happy with this, and hopefully can get fully back into drawing!!

Original cross jakei95

[cauldron-of-oddities]

A little bridge to the next part of High Up in the Branches, a bit of family bonding

Change

The conversation with Vander had been awkward but insightful.

She'd flopped down on her favourite seat and started biting her lip. Vander, familiar with his youngest agitation, had taken out her favourite star-covered cup and filled it with the most sugary drink he had. He waits her out, like he always does. Sometimes, she wishes he'd ask outright other times, she's grateful. Right now, she's not sure, with this churning mess of emotions in her.

Halfway through her drink, fidgeting with the straw, she asks “Are all boys this dense?"

“Are your brothers bothering you?” 

“No, it's just, well, what if someone who you've known all your life is suddenly being weird?"

“A boy is being dense and weird?"

“Yes.” 

“Is this about Ekko?”

“Um,..”  

“Hmmm.” The sound's thoughtful as he dries off another glass. “I'm going to need a bit more than that.” 

Maybe Vander hadn't been the right choice to talk to, and she should have asked Claggor or Vi, but here she was. She's committed now, and she really needs some insight. “He’s…” She searches for the right word. “Awkward. Like he's constantly surprised to see me, and so lost in his thoughts, I mean, he almost flew into a post yesterday! Ekko's too good a flyer for that, and he's been too busy to do things together, and when we are, he's all jittery. And! He hasn't hugged me in like two weeks! Ugh!” She dropped her forehead onto the bar in frustration. 

“Is he being mean?” 

“No.”

“It's.., he's so sure of himself usually and,” Damn, she's feeling shy now. “He makes me feel sure of myself too and comfortable and now it's like he's scared to touch me, and I miss it and I thought we'd…” Her cheeks are warm. “I thought last time we'd… be more, and now he's acting like he's scared of me!”

“Hmmhmm” another noncommittal noise, she considers running off. "So it felt like something was going to change last time you went off together?"

Jup, her cheeks are officially on fire. “Yes…” 

“Sounds like perhaps the idea of you and change spooked him a little.” Vander has a fond smile. “Maybe you could offer him some reassurance?”

She contemplates that answer before another question comes to her. “Wait, you're ok with this?” 

“Why wouldn't I be? He's good to you, and it's been clear since he gave you your earrings.” He's laughing. Now, she feels pleased and bubbly along with the embarrassment. When his laughter quiets, he carries on in a wistful tone. 

“The heart wants what it wants, and I am happy your choice is, a gentle one, a happy one."

Is it just her, or did Vander sound sad? Had his heart not been kind,  did it have something to do with that magpie feather he kept? He shakes it off before she can ask. Instead, she goes with something else that's been bugging her.

“I have one more question: Why, whenever Ekko and I were alone, you and everyone constantly checks up on us?” 

“Ah, well.” It's Vander's turn to look embarrassed “Let an old man worry for his daughter. These grey hairs weren't cheap, you know. I like to know all is good with my kids. As for your siblings, ask them.” 

“Wait, you were just being nosy?” He laughs heartily at that. With that, she's out. Did parents always have to be so embarrassing?

She slides off the barstool with a roll of her eyes. Before she can go, Vander clears his throat. “Powder one thing, please be responsible. Talk to your sister, or I can ask Babette for a chat."

“I'll talk to Vi. Thank you very much.” Ok, she's not quite ready for that bit of the conversation today as she thinks diving into an ice bucket might be a good idea as she runs off.

She did talk to Vi later that week, who then promptly took her to Babette anyway. She learned two things that day. One; her sister was shameless. Two; she may well be utterly shameless too. Sat in Babetts plush office - who'd been all too happy to host her friends' girls for the evening - they'd been offered tea and cakes and some of the most safe, sane and scandalous information available. 

[chanshoesunite]

Image by Kerimaix

Content info: Chan decorating the Christmas tree topless turns you on and you do something about that.

Word count: 1127

Warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (baby girl, princess), Chan being delicious

Imagine Chan being very particular about how your Christmas tree gets decorated. You don't mind him having his way, putting every ornament up Just. So., as long as you get to watch him doing it. Because of course he does it with as little clothing on as possible. It's Chan after all. He doesn't do clothing like a mere mortal, just like he doesn't do sloppy Christmas decoration or bad music production.

And anyway, who in their right mind would object to seeing those powerful muscles stretch and contract, the concentration on his face, the soft smile on his lips? Exactly. No one.

So you sit on the couch, observing his every move. You watch his elegant hands untangle lights. When he puts them up, you first get to admire his back, then his torso as he walks around the tree.

Once he is satisfied with the lights, he bends down to gather the first bauble. Your eyes dart to his perfect buttocks and you are itching to sink your teeth into them, to knead them, to worship them. Chan straightens and considers several placements before decidedly hanging it up. This same spiel continues with every bauble. You grow hornier by the minute, the damp patch between your legs growing.

Finally, Chan pulls out the last ornament. This one he handles differently: It is the one you gifted him the very first Christmas you spent together as a couple. That one he knows straight away where to hang. It goes in a spot of honour, framed by all the others, visible from all important angles. Your heart melts when you realise this.

Chan cocks his hip to one side, crosses his thick arms and considers the tree once more before spinning around to you. With a bright smile he asks what you think of his work. Smiling too, you jump up and make a show of studying the tree, as if you hadn’t watched the entire process from start to finish. You put your arms around Chan and look into his eyes.

“It’s perfect. Like you”, the words are sincerely spoken, with love in every letter. You emphasise them with soft kisses to his plush lips and warm cheeks. He squirms a little from the compliment, but happily accepts your affections. “Yeah? I’m so glad you think so!”

“I really do, my gorgeous boy”, you boop his nose with yours. “Actually, while you were busy doing the tree, you managed to do something else really well.”

“Huh, what’s that?”, he looks at you, genuinely puzzled. You take his hand and guide it to your drenched panties: “Make me wet.” His eyes grow big at your bold action, but immediately his hand cups your pussy gently. “Oh, I see…what should we do about that, baby girl?”

With a happy twinkle in your eyes, you look him up and down playfully: “I’d like to climb you like the most delectable Christmas tree ever.” You lean in to kiss Chan’s pecs, grinding down on the hand that is providing friction for you.

“Mh, that can be arranged.” He lifts your chin, kissing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your throat, to your mouth. The hand on your pussy starts rubbing your clit, while his fingers tease at your opening. You keen, relishing his loving treatment. “You are such a horny little minx, aren`t you? Always checking me out.”

“It’s not my fault you run around shirtless all the time”, you pout breathlessly, running your hands over the offending muscles like a woman possessed, “making me desperate”, your fingers tweak his nipples in retribution. The resulting gasp makes you feel lightheaded with want.

Chan is not one to be outdone in anything, especially not in teasing his baby girl, so he casually licks the outer shell of your ear and whispers: “I think it’s only fair, considering you manage to turn me on with a single word from those pretty lips.” Your hands fly down to his dick to check the truthfulness of that statement. A satisfied expression blooms on your face. He is so fucking hard for you.

“Can we 69 then?”, you ask innocently, squeezing his erection. “I really want you in my mouth.” You love seeing the power your words have over him, as he immediately gets on his knees. He pushes off your shirt, kissing down your body. At last, he pulls your panties down and mouths at your venus mound, his eyes closed reverently. You feel like coming right there. Instead, you get down too, pushing him on his back. You cannot resist and make out with him some more, then you ask: “Ready?”

“For such a treat? Always, princess.” Chan’s eyes glint with desire, his lips are puffy from kissing you. He helps to keep your balance as you turn around, his strong hands guiding your pussy over his face. You aren’t even fully lying down, and he is already licking you out, pushing his tongue against your clit and into you.

You moan and lie down completely, loving how hot he is to the touch, how your soft body fits against his hard muscles. Your hands glide under his shorts, dragging free your prize. His cock is so beautiful to you. Thick, not too long, with a delicious, smooth tip made to suck on. So you do just that. You fuck him with your mouth, just as he is fucking you with his tongue. Both your mouth and hand work his dick, dragging up and down, coating him in wetness. As your tongue swipes along his shaft and tip, you cannot help but stroke his muscular thigh at the same time. You cannot get enough of him. And he cannot get enough from you. His fingers dig into your arse, encouraging you to move your hips as you please. The combined stimulation from your sloppy blowjob and the way he eats you out is heavenly.

As you get closer to your climax, you moan louder and louder around his cock. His precum leaks into your mouth and you love it, love knowing that your pleasure turns Chan on more too. And then you finally find your release and for those blissful seconds your hand can only move jerkily along his dick, lacking any finesse. But Chan doesn’t need finesse as he follows you with a satisfied groan, spilling cum down your hands.

You just lie on top of him, sated and happy. “That was a great early Christmas present”, you finally say.

“I totally agree”, you can hear the smile in his voice. While he strokes your thighs, you lick up the mess. Then you turn around and lie next to him, snuggling into his embrace.

“Merry Christmas, Chan.”

“Merry Christmas, my pretty princess.”

[voxiiferous]

Verse update: Sing Along to the Age of Paranoia

Vincent Price joins the burgeoning media of television in 1939. He’s there for the war: entertains the masses, tells them what the government wants them to hear about joining the war effort to help the boys on front, and then the war is over. The propaganda doesn’t stop, it just changes subjects. The Nazis are defeated, but there's a new threat on the horizon now: the Communists. The game show he’s hosting gets cancelled, and he’s back to the news desk.

It's 1948, and he's starting to suspect that as much as he might love television, it can't love him back. But if he loves it that much, he must want want to be here, right? He lasts for another year, long neough for the calendar to flip to 1949, when his producer tells him that he’s not really the image they want of a the new America— he’s good, they say, but not right.

It’s the final nail in the coffin, and after a decade, he leaves. He still loves New York, but he doesn't really want to go back to print journalism either. So instead, he returns to university for a Master's degree. It seems fitting somehow, he joined at the start of the decade, and now as it comes to an end, he leaves for something new, a fresh start.

His thesis is about propaganda on television. Academia is slow to change, but it’s a topic he knows intrinsically, and perhaps more importantly, one he knows will be important. His dissertation takes that, and goes more broad, more comparative. Instead of just television he looks at it compared to print and to radio.

A couple of people ask why that topic specifically, a few more recognize him, and that answers the first question. He catches up with his old professors, and works as a junior professor or TA throughout. He graduated in 1955, officially Doctor Vincent Price. He moves up the university hierarchy, to a Professor in his own right.

It’s one of those se hiring decisions that split the board. Some of the older professors don’t like the idea— he’s too radical, too modern. The others think he’s exactly what the university needs, and this is the side that wins out. The world is changing, they say, and television is probably going to play an increasingly important role in journalism.

He gets tenure in 1965, and teaches mostly classes in journalism and communication, and a couple cross-listed into history, and one very specific one that is an Engineering elective talking about the actual forms of dissemination, and how those work, which gets into the technological details of the designs, and what sort of things actually sell.

He's the foremost expert in his tiny little sub-field, but he is a legitimately good professor. And the nice thing about not being on screen, is he can have a bit more of a personal life. He's still plenty careful with any dalliances, and it's not until after he graduates that he even considers it, but there's still a few over the years.

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[ur-daily-inspiration]

Unique coat colors on cats 🖤

[sadclowncentral]

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

[gulistan-blog]

㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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[writing-prompt-s]

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[prompt-heaven]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower