#hope y’all like this!!!!

[happy-hermit]

HE MUNCH, HE CRUNCH

Red panda Scar fic for @stiffyck :)

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Grian hadn’t even known Scar was there, at first, too engrossed in his lunch and not thinking to look up. So, in a strange turn of events, it’s Scar who spooks him.

“What’s that?”

Grian screeches, nearly choking on the fruit in his mouth and frantically coughing to combat it. The feathers on the top of his wings fluff up in automatic defense as he snaps his head to where the voice had come from. Above him.

“Scar!” Grian scolds, voice higher than he’d have liked it to be. “Come on— You almost gave me a heart attack!”

The red panda hybrid is sitting on a low branch in the tree Grian’s walked under, and he’s laughing maniacally, head thrown back and tail swishing in glee next to him. It’s hard to stay mad.

“I— Aha, I’m so sorry, oh gosh,” Scar says through a laugh, voice squeaking and eyes crinkling as he looks back down at Grian, grinning. “Didn’t mean to, honest!”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Grian responds, though he’s smiling now, too, leaning back against the tree trunk. “What were you saying? I was— I was busy jumping out of my skin when you asked, so—”

“Alright, alright,” Scar cuts off his complaining with an amused lilt to his voice, tail swinging down from above to smack Grian in the face. He sputters at the mouthful of fur, swatting it away with his wing. “I asked what you were eating.”

“What am I—” Grian looks down at the pouch in his hands and then back up at Scar. “It’s grapes.”

Scar hums inquisitively, claws emerging from fluffy paws to grip the branch as he pokes his head underneath it, ears twitching where they stick out of his hair. His eyes are wide and curious. “I don’t know what those are.”

“You don’t— What?” Grian says, baffled. “You… don’t know what grapes are.”

“Well, gosh, Grian, we can’t all be articu— agriclutcher experts. Some of us have lives, we have friends—”

“Alright, alright,” Grian interrupts, stopping it before it becomes unstoppable. “First of all, it’s agriculture, but I'll give you a pass for that one. Secondly…” Grian shakes the pouch of grapes in invitation. “You want to try some?”

“Yes.” Scar’s face lights up, and he swings down from his tree branch to land in front of him. He holds his paws together like a bowl and thrusts them towards Grian, excited noises building in his chest. “Give me the snacks.”

“Okay, keep your shirt on,” Grian says, giggling, and he puts a grape into Scar’s waiting hands. “Just picked them an hour ago, so they’re pretty fresh.”

Scar first sniffs gingerly at the piece of fruit, inspecting it closely, and then he pops the whole thing in his mouth. Grian grins as he starts chewing, then outright starts laughing when Scar’s eyes start to sparkle in pure joy, happy squeaking noises escaping his throat as he crunches on the grape. Helpless fondness curls up in Grian’s chest, warm and cozy and making itself at home. His grin gets a bit softer.

“You want more?” Grian asks, and is suddenly considering becoming a full time grape farmer.

“Yes,” Scar says, like he’s insane for even asking, already making grabby hands towards him. “Where have you been hiding these?”

“Apparently in a Scar-proof vault,” Grian says dryly, even as he pours more grapes into Scar’s hands. “You might want to take a look around you every now and then, buddy.”

Scar glares at him playfully, which is made even less intimidating than usual by the fact that he’s currently chewing on grapes, still making happy red panda noises. Grian just laughs, and hands Scar the pouch with the rest of the grapes in it. Scar is clearly enjoying them more than he was, anyway.

(If this new fact happens to make it into the covert hermitcraft red panda-centric groupchat, well. Scar didn’t have to know.)

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

tfw you’ve been tasked to murder the prince of the northern water tribe but he’s really majestic

(they make a compromise)

[marisatomay]

just saw someone call barbie movie an independent film. and. girls. what are we doing here. a $100mil movie, from warner brothers, about one of the most famous toys in the world, produced by the makers of that toy, is not an independent film. come on. you can be excited for it without treating it like some low budget arthouse underdog.

[heyhanibee]

Kataang Week 2024—Day 1: Cultural Exchange/Culture Sharing🩵🧡🩵🧡

[yaolmao]

they should work together idk guys

[citricacidprince]

Some more doodles of my Relativity Falls AU because ooooh the way I’m imagining it is so fun I just can’t stop thinking about it💥💥💥

Featuring: Manly “Boyish” Dan, Abuelita Anjelita, and some silly Mabifica because mmmmmm them in this AU makes me wanna lose my mind

[actualori]

happy (very late) birthday empires smp!!

(this ended up taking thirty hours and forty minutes)

close ups and alternate versions below!

[the-storyteller78]

“Though I never thought that it would come to this…”

[eemiejab]

sorry for my absence

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[1driedpersimmon]

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Together as… One!

[demonic0angel]

“Falling for me, hero?” (click for clarity)

Please enjoy this piece bc I made it while studying for my AP exams 😌

Inspired by this:

[aesthetic-uni]

Misha Collins is the funniest straight man ever. He’s the only person to arguably queerbait in real life. He had to come out as a straight. He was told by WB to just stay bisexual. He’s living every homophobe’s nightmare scenario but the only difference is that everyone actually loves it for him

[excellentrectangles]

hey disney so uh how dedicated are we to this being a miniseries? because this truly is too good to limit to one season!

[pizzazzgf]

in the comics Agatha is revived by wanda. And that’s all I’m going to say.