#i got excited :/

[sakuraalexis]

Inaugurating this acc with a dump of my first (sfw) AA1 drawings !

Have a "Paul Défès" drawn in the style of Belgian comic author Franquin,

A sleepy sketch of Dick,

And some narumitsu stickers I made for the local con !

Hope you enjoy theses ! probably gonna post some Tokyo Rev or Dunmeshi next !! 😎🌸

[prisonpodcast]

💖 WINNERS POV 💖

Rivals duo MCC because they won the poll and also because I love them :3

[beeejayy]

If you’re still doing the Spotify thing, 51 and Stein. Man I hope it’s nothing weird 😂

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

[mmyashas]

me and @marigoldmagpies were doing a quick convo and we think the answers to the riddle are

a promise

truth

a secret

promise to keep the truth a secret.... coincidentally in a dungeon in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by water and the deeper you go the weirder it gets

[roblogging]

i abandoned this wip a while ago and completely stopped writing it but 👉🏻👈🏻 i wanna share some of it bc i think it's pretty decent 👉🏻👈🏻

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Trauma is… complex, at the best of times. Harry knows this. He’s listened to Mind Healer after Mind Healer explain the intricacies of it - about how his trauma is not only woven into the creases of his brain and his daily life, but that his magical core is fraying as well. Slowly, yes, but it’s fraying. Ripping apart at the seams until he’s either wasting away, or no more magical than a muggle.

Harry can’t help but find this painfully ironic.

To be brought into a world that you knew nothing about, to spend your formative teenage years fighting for not only your life - the fight would’ve ended a lot sooner if that were the case - but for everybody. People who know your name and your story but not you. People who would weep if they heard about what happened in the Forbidden Forest, not because they care about him individually, but because for some reason, this 11 year old boy found in a cupboard is their pinnacle of hope.

To be brought to a school you’ve heard nothing about, to sit in an office with a man you trusted with your life, only to find out that he’s the reason you have it at all. That he’s the reason you’re here, standing in vast hallways or sitting in a crowded common room, keeping tabs on everyone that could potentially harm him rather than joining in on teenage antics.

To be brought up as a soldier that didn’t have a choice, to spend nine months carting around finding Horcruxes whilst the rest of the world holds their breath waiting for the finale. Spending months upon months finding pieces of a rotted soul, and not realising that for every part you find, your own is rotting. Pieces of yourself you can never get back and instead of receiving concern or help, you’re applauded.

To win. To win this egregious fight, to outdo every wizard that has tried before and be shown off on stage like some precious antique with indescribable worth, to look out at faces of people who admire you and all you want is for the cupboard door to open once more and wake you up.

All of this, and so much more, and his magical core is fraying? The very thing that brought him here - that led to every loss, every fight, every death - is folding in upon itself?

The Mind Healer called him ‘self-aware’ when he pointed out all the reasons his core is dying.

Yeah, Harry thinks, that’s the problem.

Because whilst Harry might be self-aware, he was never self-preservative.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

He’s overly aware of everything as he leans over to the bedside table to top up his glass with the bottle placed there: aware of the sound of amber liquid falling into crystal glass, aware of the weight of it in his hand and the way his wrist twists to bring it to his lips, aware of the slightly sticky feeling of it over his tongue, and far too aware of the burning down his throat, through to his stomach. A burn that never quite fades really.

The alcohol will stop burning after a couple of seconds, the shame won’t. The guilt won’t. Harry won’t stop burning up from the inside out.

As forms of dying go, burning isn’t high on the list. Actually, Harry would argue that it would be an awful way to go and he has the scars on his calves and the unforgettable scent of burning flesh embedded in his nose to support this.

Is burning the right word to use? He isn’t sure. He’s not sure of much right now, but burning feels wrong. Burning implies speed and ferocity, like one moment an object is fine, the next it’s burning, and the next it’s gone. Harry isn’t burning. He’s doing something slower, potentially more excruciating - he’s singeing - lighting superficially, slowly, quietly. The kind of flame that could be put out before it reaches its peak if someone cared to notice.

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Guilt, as he opens up the door to Teddy’s nursery and walks over to the crying form in the crib. Guilt, as he picks him up and cradles him as best he can, bouncing him slightly up and down and knowing that his arms weren’t built for this, that these arms aren’t the ones Teddy needs. He needs his parents. He needs capable, loving, consistent parents. Andromeda is a fine substitute, a mighty one even, but it takes a village and Harry's barely a resident of his.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Harry continues to mumble to Teddy as he paces slowly around the room, rubbing a hand up and down his back to try to quench the sobs. He doesn’t know exactly how long it takes, but eventually Teddy quiets down and is grasping at Harry’s hair.

“Do you wanna give that back? No? Okay.” Harry watches through slightly foggy eyes as Teddy’s short mass of light brown hair turns black and disorganised on his head, falling slightly into his eyes without Harry’s signature glasses there to prevent it.

Harry pushes the hair out of Teddy’s now smiling face, his eyes catching on the right side of his forehead. The clear, unmarked, right side of his forehead - just above his brow, edging towards his hairline.

Green eyes staring back at him, a mess of black hair held back by his fingers, a nose slowly shifting shape - the technicalities of bone structure still too complex for a 1-year-old to accomplish.

It feels like looking into a mirror. Not your usual one, not a perfect reflection. Not one quite like the Mirror of Erised either, but somewhere in between - somewhere between desire and reality, where Harry is gazing at a copy of him that isn’t hindered by the jagged stretch of skin and all it contains. A copy of him, born at the end of a war, orphaned, too young to understand why Mummy and Daddy aren’t coming back.

Too young to understand why Harry is crying right now.

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[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

IGHT IDCCC what anyy of u looozers think. clapton davis is comin over my house to smoke (somehow secretly but i trust clapton wont be too obvious around my parents lmao) and im gunna listen to alll his lil rants about friend drama and new music he found and new skate tricks he been wanting to try since he saw them in tony hawk underground while he sits/lays in 23 different positions around my room and then watch him slowly lose his energy till he finally asks if he can walk to a gas station so we can get slushies and corndogs and thennn go back to my house to cuddle to a movie till we fall asleep in the silliest of positions in each others arms. amen.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VI

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Sorry if this one came out “quick.” I got excited.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Curse.

Going to the store was physically hard to go to without Hydra following me. His purrs, and coos trying to beg me to stay with him on the bed a little moment longer. His lips tickling my neck while I playfully swatted at him.

“I'll come back soon, and I’ll make your favorite!” I bargained with the touched staved Astartes, shimming out of his embrace.

A whine left him, but he didn’t pursue. Instead, he plopped back in the bed like a starfish with his legs hanging off the bed. A big sigh coming out of him.

“Oh you’ll live.” I laughed, getting my shoes on, using the archway for support. Oblivious to the moving Astartes.

I would have spent more time in bed with the cuddly Alpha Legion since he came back from one of his weekly trips, but basic living calls and now, I got a Hydra to feed.

Where did I put my jacket?

“Hydra!” I yelped, jumping in his hold as he lifted me up, his teeth nipping at my neck while he rumbled with laughter. “Put me down!”

-

A huff escaped me while I got out of my car. Wondering when the person that I’ve hired would come out and stock my home pantry. They should have been here a week ago.

It wasn’t like I couldn’t do my own shopping, but my secondary income came from my streaming. So sometimes, I just don’t have the time to do any heavy weighted shopping.

Walking through the sliding doors of the grocery store. I was greeted by the manager today. His head simply nodded at me in a greeting while he checked out another person’s groceries.

Giving a nod in return, I grabbed a basket, and made my way around the store. Grabbing things that could last me for about a week with Hydra included.

Grabbing a jar of spaghetti sauce, and heading over to the meat aisle. I remembered meeting Hydra here when he was trying to eat the raw meat here, looking like a mucky lost soul.

I hummed, the memory brought a smile to my lips as that event only happened only a year and a half ago. My dude almost ate a roll of raw meat.

Shaking my head, I put the roll of meat into my basket, and headed for the bakery. Picking up a baguette to make some garlic bread with the spaghetti before heading over to the cashier.

“How we doin’ today?” The manager asked, scanning the items I took out of my basket.

“Just getting stuff for week.” I responded, fiddling with my wallet to get my card out of it’s pocket.

“That so?” He questioned, stashing my items into a plastic bag.

“Uh yeah, I thought you only supervised?” I questioned him back.

“Eh, ‘rom time to time.” He said. “$52.67, please.”

Using my card on the reader. I typed in my PIN, and waited for it to beep before taking it out. Rushing over to get my bags.

“Be careful out there al’right?” He warned, already scanning another person’s grocery’s.

“Will do Mr. Terrel!” I shouted at him before I left the store, the doors sliding closed behind me.

Rain hit my face while I made my way over to my car, my hands struggling to find the car keys in my pocket.

Getting my grip on them, I pushed the button, and unlocked the car. Hurriedly stashing the groceries in the front passenger seat.

Shutting the door, I caught a glimpse of bright blue glowing in an alleyway. Doubling back, the blue glow was still there, staring.

The hairs and the back of my neck suddenly stood up as me, and this glowing visor had a stare down.

They didn’t seem to be threatening, but only one with a horrible sense of survival skills would even dare to approach such towering visor.

They took a step out. Silver, and gold drawing the elements of their armor. The rain washing away at them.

Oh, sh*t.

—

Oh she smelled so sweet, so savory, but she smelled like another.

Another who scent is all over her. Another that claimed her before I did. Another that I do not see. Another who is not providing truly.

Another whose death would not go unnoticed.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[simplepotatofarmer]

two thousand hits canis corpus party!

[froggybrainz]

Update: I might have already started working on a prompt, so I guess you'll just have to shoot me for committing such a crime in the art community

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Rewatching Glass Onion again and just noticed a bit of foreshadowing that I missed before:

“You will also be competing to solve the mystery of my murder”

Could mean “the mystery of who murdered me,” but ALSO “the mystery of the murder I committed”

[frilly-cake]

Is that his hair I see???

[xivthdoctor]

unholy screeching

[do-not-burn]

Humans in Space: Suggestive Sparring (4) - Reactions

Fighting can relieve or create sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.

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“Fuck.”

I lifted my head away from Human-Erin’s ear so I might see her face. She wore an expression I had never seen before. She looked distressed and uncomfortable, but also perplexed and frustrated - all in equal measures. I was rather confused at how many textbook emotions a Human can show at once - the manual said the maximum was two and, honestly, that was one too many for my taste. Some Humans describe emotion with four or five others as if to say emotions create other emotions. Like colours or chemicals - which made sense when I remembered emotions are nothing but chemical reactions. That didn’t stand to explain why Human-Erin reacted the way she did, but I decided it was best to remove myself from her “personal bubble” because whatever set off this reaction in her was triggered by me. Yet, when I pushed off the door, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her face-level. Now she just looked frustrated.

“There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing,” she whispered, looking me straight in my eyes. “You said yourself I’m not a threat.”

“What has that got to do with anything?” I lost context so suddenly. She turned the interrogation around on me in a second, her face just as dark as when I was against the door.

“You said I’m not a threat, yet here you are, cornering me because of a non-fatal wound. I’ve seen you walk away from scraps with your tail in your hands - so what does it matter that I bit you? Did I bruise your ego?” She changed the subject and directed it away from herself. Backtracking to “save face”. Humans like to “save face” - it’s just a Human phrase that means to maintain or recover pride. I knew well what it means to bruise one’s ego. It’s a common phrase throughout the galaxy - we just let the Humans think they created it.

“I will admit I was stunned, but my ego remains unharmed.”

“So, why do you care that I bit you? You bruised my abdomen and I didn’t hunt you down.”

Why did I care? The better question was: Why did I like it despite how much it hurt? Or was it because it hurt? And if I liked it because it hurt, why? Culturally, my people are known to have sadomasochistic tendencies. Should we sustain a lasting non-debilitating injury or scar, then we wear it with honour. It’s customary to compliment and even ask about those injuries and scars - no matter how small. But that didn’t explain why it felt good.

“Most warriors don’t bite in combat after their juvenile years. You’re not a juvenile, so it was unexpected.”

Her eyes narrowed at me and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Bullshit.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re not telling me the truth.” Well, I wasn’t lying. It is true that most Drakean-peoples don’t bite outside of their juvenile years. Some Drakean-peoples from planets on the outside of my home star system were said to bite during mating rituals, but Humans are not close to Drakean so there was no way she knew or meant that. My people had phased out that implement ages ago, but it occurred to me that there was a chance that it triggered a primal chemical response in me. So there was, indeed, a simple explanation. Still, it proved awkward to confess.

“Fine. The truth is that, long ago, it was used to be common for my people to bite each other before... before mating. I was just confused at you biting me because that’s not a Human custom in the manual.”

She paused again, eyes flicking between mine and the mark she left.

“What exactly did the bite mean in your culture?”

“Intentions.”

“I see. And you think that I-”

“Well, I didn’t. Originally. You didn’t bite me the right way.” Her eyebrow went up. She favoured her right eyebrow, it seemed.

“I didn’t... bite you... the... right way?” 

“You took off a scale. Traditionally, you’d have to... um, you’d have to open your mouth wide and gently pierce the scales with your teeth, leaving an oblong ring from the front to the back of the shoulder. It’s a delicate process. You couldn’t perform it. Your mouth is too small, your teeth are the wrong shape and size.”

“Careful, I just might try it.”

“You’d fracture your jaw.”

“I doubt it.”

I huffed.

“Look at the size of my mouth.” I opened my mouth, not terribly wide, but it was more open than I’d ever need it to be to speak. Her hand fell from my shirt as I straightened myself up, only to lower myself again. “May I?” She nodded, even though I didn’t think she was listening.

My teeth tentatively grazed her skin and I opened my jaw just a bit more on feeling her tense. I lowered my mouth around the spot where her neck and shoulder met, closing it just enough to feel her skin tighten under my teeth through her shirt. She squeaked. I released her, immediately standing up at my full height with my mouth closed and my heart pounding. 

She stared up at me with wide eyes. There were two emotions in her eyes, but I only recognised fear. 

“I’m sorry. That was neither necessary nor appropriate.” I bowed my head in shame, truly unsure what came over me. “If you would like, I will tell you the rest of the truth as an apology.”

She said nothing. Her breath was shaky, but she nodded again, encouraging me to continue.

“Alright. The rest of the truth is this. It’s simple really. It’s actually immature, I think. It... actually doesn’t matter.” This time, it was my turn to look away, my hand over my heart.

“Look at me for a second.” I turned my sight on her, with the aid of her hand, holding it for more than a second - Humans were not very literal in their style of speaking. Her hand found my shirt collar once again, wrinkling it in her grip. She pulled me close and quick, forcing me to kneel. We were nearly face-to-face. Her heat radiated out to me, drawing me closer to her than I needed to be. I didn’t mind.

“Listen,” she spoke low and slow, “We’re both adults. It’s silly to dance around the obvious. Especially when you’ve reduced me to a blushing mess in my own damn doorway. So, save us the agony and tell. Me.” I could deduce what blushing was on my own - and, if I could, I would have been blushing too.

“You’re right. I don’t know why. It was... I just-”

“Cut the shit.”

“I liked it. A lot. And I really don’t know why. It felt good when you bit me and when you burned me. And... And I want to spar with you again because I liked how you looked at me when you were on top.” My heart was beating so fast and I didn’t want to stop talking. As if I would solve my dilemma by explaining it in excruciatingly embarrassing detail. “You’re so warm and I’ve only felt your touch a few times, but I-”

She silenced me. Perhaps I was getting too loud though I was certain my volume had not exceeded that of a whisper. Regardless the reason, something I said moved her to make me stop talking. Human-Erin pressed her lips to my mouth and held my head still with her hands. Her hands are small and it felt odd that so much heat could come from them.

Oh.

She was kissing me. I only realised it when she stopped. After a delay, those sparring feelings overcame me fully and my body responded before I could. My tail wrapped around her waist again, my fingers found her chin to bring her lips back to my mouth as gently as I could in my hurry to better appreciate how soft they are. I felt a tug on my shirt in her direction before I felt her burn the closing wound. I hissed... but she kept touching it, her hand covering as much of the side and back of my neck as she could, getting ever closer. My heart was pounding, but she couldn't feel it in my neck like I could hers. I wanted to wrap myself around her, to absorb her warmth. But she pushed away, leaving me breathless though her heat lingered.

"You said you wanted to spar again? Even though I kicked your ass last time?"

"Please." Desperately. "I won't take it easy on you." I want you to force me to the ground again.

[srtruth]

Do you like any other anime apart from bleach and what got you into it to begin with?

Also hiya

Helloooo, regarding your first question, I am a big fan of One Piece, I was up to date but sadly this year I lost my streak in the manga due to the difficulties I had at university, in fact if it weren't for Mayuri it would be my main fandom.

I am also a big fan of Dragon Ball, I stayed in the Moro saga for the same reason, university.other animes that I like are Golden Kamuy, Dungeon Meshi, Lupan III and last but not least is Full Metal, I watch this anime once a year.

I don't have a personal top of animes but I should.

And as for your second question, the answer will not surprise you. I started watching bleach because Mayuri caught my attention. I knew Bleach before because of Ichigo's fights that I saw on tiktok and the algorithm one day he showed me a compilation of designs that Mayuri has had and I said, I have to meet this character.

I don't regret it at all, Bleach stole my heart and became one of my favorite animes, I love its universe and its characters, and I hope to continue being a nerd with this anime/manga.

Thank you very much for your question, I like your art and I'm surprised that you follow me, I hope we can talk one day.

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 2/8 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Lex Luthor, Leslie Thompkins Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Pack Feels, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Mpreg, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Omega Jason Todd, Omega Lex Luthor, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Referenced past suppressant abuse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Presentation heat, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Alpha Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Pheromone abuse, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Kryptonian Biology (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, and come back to terrorize bruce (our readers) Series: Part 3 of a room full of coral Summary:

Sequel to a coral room.

Bruce builds a pack, piece by piece.

[tangledinink]

the newest swanatello update is now live on my patreon!