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lazy makeouts with leona. orange light glimmers through the large windows in his luxurious dorm as the sun embraces the horizon, the heat of savanaclaw's arid days simmering into a comfortable warmth. you're stirring again after a several hour nap by his side, but the beastman seems content to continue his snoozing. leona's ears twitch ever so slightly as you shift closer into his chest. he's awake. you begin to rise from his bed, but a quiet grumble and the irritated flick of his tail onto your leg stop you in your tracks. you glance back. an emerald eye peaks from behind his scarred lid in warning. you mumble something soft and amused about needing to go back to your dorm, but he rolls his eyes and catches your wrist to yank you back down to the bed. a protest dies in your throat as he nips at the meat of your palm with sharp fangs. then he's tucking you back into his chest as his eyes shut once more-- you assume you're a glorified body pillow for his extended evening nap.
but that's not quite it.
those same fangs graze your squishy cheek, and he bites softly at the skin. you whine and start to push off of him. an amused chuckle rattles his chest. you don't get very far before his tongue licks your cheek in apology. it's hot, textured with slight bumps that make you shiver, as he laves it lazily over your skin again. it's oddly vulnerable. leona's breath is hot as he lingers over the spot he just teased, before his lips just barely press against your cheek. his thumb finds your chin to shift you closer, until your lips are positioned under his and he finally graces you with a proper kiss. it's much softer than the ones you usually get from him. warm and gentle and welcoming-- very unlike the lion that corners you in hidden corners of night raven and delights in making you squirm under his haughty gaze and rough kisses. leona's other hand finds your lower back and eases you closer, closer, until you're enveloped in the warmth of a man who seems a bit softer than before. a content hum vibrates between you. you're not quite sure if it's yours or his anymore.
#lazy makeouts series? nah#haha........ unless?#leona is so mean i want to write him soft and vulnerable forever#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst#twisted wonderland#twst college au#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst leona#twst leona x reader#leona kingscholar#twisted wonderland fanart
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Showing off the babies
(I watched Ultraman Rising! It was good!)
Bonus:
From this
#godzilla#ultraman#godzilla x kong: the new empire#ultraman rising#godzilla minus one#netflix#kenji sato#emi ultraman#kong#suko#the bebes!#now my collection is complete#Finally#I have them all#the dads/big bro collection#also I watched Ultraman Rising#it was better than I expected!#loved the family bond and the story#Emi is a baby#she's a good baby#now what if I put her with Minus One....#hhhhhmmmmm#haha joking!#....#unless?#do not repost#my art
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sometimes a situationship is a prophet, her biggest believer and a non believer
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets fanart#yj fanart#yj#lottielee#lottienat#lottie matthews#laura lee#natalie yellowjackets#natalie scatorccio#i love lesbians#what if we held hands and started a cult together where we hunt and eat people in our free time#hihi jkjk haha unless#I started and finished this show this week Someone talk to me
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the doodles I did while flying back home today
#doctorsiren#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#shigeo kageyama#serizawa katsuya#inukawa mameta#inukawa aneko#takenaka momozou#shou suzuki#mr kageyama#mrs kageyama#it’s when they’re dating so they’re younger BUT WAHH HE LOOKS LIKE SERIZAWA OOPS#mrs serizawa#why couldn’t the parental figures have first names HELP#serirei#hatori nozomu#joseph from the government#guys wouldn’t Joseph and Hatori be a wild ship haha haha jk jk … unless 😊#digital art#my art#procreate#doodle page#also yeah Mr Kageyama is 100% a psychic in my opinion bc the parents are so so chill with their kids’ powers#especially him he’s so nonchalant and also psychic powers are genetic SOOO#the second page is mostly stuff referencing the fic I’m writing (minus the Serizawa and Shou doodle)#Joseph also looks like Eminem 😭😭😭😭 HELP
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My two favorite things!! RWBY and Sakura! Thanks @thanatos-nightshade .
As much as gauntlets similar to Yang's could fit her beautifully, I just can't seem let go of Sakura using her big ass axes! I also imagined her semblance being "Healing", but she only figures it out later on and all throughout the academy years she'd try to compensate her lack of skill by using these huge exaggerated weapons - little did anyone realize that her abnormal strength to use said weapons was already her own body healing itself as she overexerted her muscles beyond its limits.
#i'm in love w these tbh#Am i super tempted to draw the rest of team 7? Haha take a wild guess#also leesaku ftw??? Her green eyes his red headband???#soulmates material#my art#naruto#character redesign#ffreire art#rwby#haruno sakura#is2g thank u so much#omg#they make a team sssn too!!#unless we make naru team leader
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Extreme cute aggression
#zolu#luzo#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#what if ur bf who is also god consumes you whole?? haha jk....unless....
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~ Forbidden Magic ~
Ok genuinely I'm so in love with this show and this story and everything about dunmeshi I LOVE IT AAAAAAAA
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#falin dungeon meshi#marcille donato#fanart#blood#cait may#what if we were both girls and i used blood magic to resurrect you and then we shared mana in a bath haha just kidding#unless
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never have i ever seen a better description of my sexuality
#aromantic#asexual#aroace#aspec#ace spec#demisexual#greysexual#graysexual#lgbtq#lgbt meme#aro ace meme#lgbt#mypost#lgbt post#sexuality#aromantic asexual#haha just kidding… unless#lgbt+#me#twitter#lgbt twitter#tweet
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A sort of mad scientist AU where Y/N is, of course, a mad scientist. You suffer from chronic illness and you are desperate to make your experiments work but you struggle without help. You refuse to take on a human assistant out of a desire to not be treated as lesser--as if you can't conduct great, horrific experiments like the other crazed scientists. You stubbornly set yourself to work without any such succor in your tower and the days pass, wearing heavily on your soot marked hands and aching, waning body.
A solution appears right at your feet one evening while rummaging around for some material in the grimy streets (dead animals, toxic waste--the usual to carry out unethical tests) and discover two abandon animatronics in the back alley, left to rot and turn to rust. There's close to zilch hope for the two but you're not a mad scientist for no reason. You drag the endoskeletons home before prompting collapsing for a day or two after overextending yourself and paying the price.
Once you get your strength back (and cursing your weakness) you turn all your effort to cleaning and preparing the endoskeletons. The celestial model of the animatronics would be helpful in your work, no? One after the solar ball of gas which beams heat and light onto the world and the other after the gray rock which brightens the night and tugs on the tides. Sun and Moon. You solder wires and revamp the servos. You hold and handle the limbs and heads of the animatronics as if they were sleeping. Soon, they will wake.
There's just one problem. They need a spark. Not a bit of ember from fire or the first crack of electricity from a splitting fork of lightning. A spark of life. And you contain such material within yourself. It's dangerous to lord over life and play god, but you need them.
The night storms when you prepare the animatronics with their chassis open, lying down on tables. You are steady despite the buzz in your veins in the face of the most dangerous experiment you have conducted yet. With these two are your side, there will be many to come. You spill your blood, split away two pieces of your pulsing core, and set two tiny sparks of life from your beating heart into the animatronics. Your head spins with pain and hope. The hum of servos whirling to life touches your eardrums. A great rumble of thunder shakes the tower. Your vision is slowly swallowed by darkness as you start to collapse but before you fall, two glowing pairs of eyes open.
When you wake, you're in your bed, in the dark, and your chest is bandaged. You hardly have the strength to touch the blood-stains soaking into the gauze but a silver and blue hand stops you. Red eyes pierce you at your bedside, a dark personage holding your wrist. Standing on the other end of your bed is a tall figure with ghostly pale optics falling over you. Dread fills your marrow at what exactly you brought back from death. A raspy voice raises a question. Who are you?
The animatronics. They're alive. They want answers, and you are more than willing to supply them. You give a very detailed, breathy response about how this all came to be, and when you propose that they become your assistants in your endeavors, they silently share a glance and nod in unison.
Though you fear you got off to a rough start with them putting you into bed after making sure your heart was still beating, they prove to be everything you want—and more. They have no desire to return to whoever tossed them to the street and left them as scrap metal, and you finally have extra hands to hold together metal contraptions and nimble fingers to set the exact scalpel blade size you need in your hand when cutting into a carcass.
They do not infantilize you in your sickness, much to your aching relief. Sun, however, is poignant in reminding you that pushing yourself past your energy capability, such as walking into town and dragging back a metallic frame for a killing contraption, will result in you needing a day of recovery. Moon sharply remarks that willingly subjecting yourself to an overnight of experimenting with beating hearts and lightning strikes will most likely cause a pain flare, but they never stop you. They never decide for you. They see you—not the unending illness clawing at your edges and leaving its marks on your flesh.
Though you learn to manage yourself better—for science, of course. You request Sun's assistance for lifting heavy plates into place before you bolt and screw them down. He's all too cheerful to lend a hand. When it grows late, you allow Moon to lead you to bed before the fire in your muscles becomes a roaring inferno. He tells you softly that he's been recording the number of good and bad days you have, and that your flare-ups don't appear as often when you have a full night's rest. Your assistants are pleased—with the improvement in your experiments, of course.
It's rare, but sometimes you'll catch an odd sentence or two from Sun about where they were before, and how much nicer it is here. You give them much. You don't shout or throw things at them. He lays a hand over his chassis and smiles. Moon will look at you sometimes, and when you ask why he's staring, he says that you have never raised a hand to them. It's strange. He thought all mad scientists were the same. He's glad to be wrong.
You're glad they're with you too. Your science has never been madder and you don't lay through bad days alone anymore. You don't like talking about your chronic illness. The discussions you've had in the past with peers and professors revolved around how you're handling it and what it's doing to you today. Can you still do your work? It's not mad or experimental or new—it's just sad. Other people think you're sad and pitiful, and you would rather die trying to conduct a hazardous experiment than ever stop to tend to yourself.
Sun and Moon learn to take your mutters and curses in stride when another flare-up hits. They ask questions occasionally, wondering how long you've lived with this and if it would ever be cured but they seem to already suspect the answer. Sure, you've tried several times to manufacture an antidote to whatever poison sits in your veins, but such endeavors have only ended with you waking up, lying in your own vomit. They don't give you pity, not like the others have. No, Sun holds your hand between his large digits and asks if you've eaten anything yet. Moon touches your shoulder when you stare out of the circular window in your tower and asks if he can walk you to your bed.
They need you, and they know what great work you're doing here, crafting weapons of mass destruction, simmering glowing liquids, and putting together new creations—not like them, no. Nothing compares to your assistants.
#mad scientist au#i just don't know what this is exactly but it's here so take it#mad scientist!reader#assistant!sun#assistant!moon#be a shame if y/n did try to make a third lovely assistant animatronic but used a thread of their mind instead of a spark from their heart#haha just kidding#unless...#this mad work
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this post blessed my twitter tl and i knew i had to make a part 2 to that one other cursed art of mine
#adam wouldn’t actually do it unless it’s to mess w luci haha#but i just love this meme sm#luci is the biggest simp#adamsapple#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel
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Zu can you draw Dream teaching aim how to dance?
Do it the way you feel ♡
#zu art#ask#post dark cream#dark cream#xunshine#cross!sans#dream!sans#aim!sans#shattered dream#undertale#undertale au#utmv#to the anon who was waiting since June 2022: eee <3#I needed to get it out of my head :'D#animating this would be crazy haha... unless? xd
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Ludovica and Luck from @pepurika 's web comic, Tiger, Tiger!
(inspired by the Sophie and Howl kiss from Howl's Moving Castle)
#tiger tiger#webcomic#illustration#ks sketches#what if we were girls and you were wreaking world-ending havoc and we kissed...just kidding haha... unless ?
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my full piece for the @bodypositivemitsurizine !! thank u so much for the mods for inviting me, i had sm fun making this and seeing everyones work :-) please make sure to check out the full zine here!!
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#demon slayer fanart#mitsuri kanroji#shinobu kocho#shinobu kochou#shinomitsu#<- haha jk unless ? unless ????#png#1k
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kacchan is standing before him, openly weeping, childishly professing he wanted a forever with him and Izuku is like ?? kacchan haha do you have brain damage ?? horikoshi when I fucking catch you
#bakudeku#bkdk#mha spoilers#bnha spoilers#LITERALLY ITS SO FANFIC ITS SO Izuku is like haha this isn’t real… THIS ISNT REAL#YOURE NOT REALLY IN LOVE WITH ME#and kacchan is like I’M KACCHAN OF THE BAKUGOUS#IZUKU IS LIKE THIS ISNT REAL I DONT SEE IT THERES GOT TO BE ANOTHER EXPLANATION#he doesn’t fucking know how people feel about him unless he’s directly told#HE DOESNT KNOW#HOW ANYONE FEELS ABOUT HIM#DESPITE ALL OF HIS TRIUMPHS HES STILL A DAMN NERD#KACCHAN#YOU NEED TO SPELL IT OUT SLOWLY#DRAW A DIAGRAM MAYBE#I DUNNO IT COULD HELP
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satisfying my need to draw kirby art and rw art by ,, combining them,,,
#kirby#meta knight#rain world#rw#rw fanart#what if i make a proper au from this#haha jk unless#rainland au#??#mayhaps#macchiart
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