#i'm recycling

[neoarchipelago]

I was looking through Pinterest because i have an addiction which is called 'making a moodboard for the slightest prompt' and no spoilers but completely unrelated i found some wonderful art of a known prompt which is Ghost!Cat.

And... Here's what's eating my neurons:

In a world where some have a soul link to a kind of animal, making them able to share some particularities with said animal, Simon Ghost Riley doesn't show any. Everybody knows he has a soul link.

He hides them. No one has ever seen it. There's rumors, bear, wolf, tiger, lion, viper, crocodile... God who knew what kind of terrifying animal he could be?

You were just as curious. But you left it at that. No more. He was your lieutenant and you wouldn't even dare ask him. As others flaunted and displayed their particularities, tails, scales, feathers, fur, the only thing visible once in a while was his slighted pupils on the field.

It was inked in your head, the way his pupils dilated and shrunk right under your gaze. It was beautiful.

You hurried as night had fallen, running up the strains to his office. Captain Price had instructed you to give the lieutenant a file for the report before you could go to your barracks.

You hadn't intended to barge in. To be blessed with this view. But the door was slightly open. And your knocking only opened it more. The fluffy black tail and perked up ears grabbing all your attention.

He had stared at you wide eyed, the same look on your face. You were both frozen in place.

"Sergeant?!" He scolded a slight hiss behind his voice.

"I...I'M SORRY! CAPTAIN PRICE... TOLD... HE..."

You stumbled. He was going to kill you. On the spot. You scurried to his desk dropping the file before running for the door. Unfortunately for you, he was fast ... nimble. He had hopped over his desk, shutting the door in font of you before you could even reach it, pressing you against it. You were panting. He was going to kill you! This was the end.

"Breathe..." He whispered against your ear.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. He spun you around, now your back against the wall as you tried not to look up at his fluffy ears. His hand grabbed your jaw making you look up at him.

Oh... This mask has holes for his ears... Funny...

You blushed at the thought.

"You didn't see anything." He stated.

You shook your head.

"Good."

You bit your lip as he let go, looking down at you.

"Are you...?" You tried, making him tilt his head to the side, the heat rising in your cheeks even more at his cuteness. "Are you .. a panther?" You asked.

He winced. No. Not a panther.

"Cat..." He mumbled.

You eyes lit up, expression excited as you slightly jumped on your feet, his eyes filling with confusion.

"No way!! That's so cool!!" You chimmed happily.

He blinked a few times, wondering if he heard you right.

"It's cu-"

"Don't you dare. I'll make your existence a living hell." He warned.

You smirked, taking him by surprise.

"I was going to say... It's curious that you hide it."

"It's not... What they expect of me..."

You felt a slight ping in your heart. Expectations. It must feel heavy on him, having to be the best, and follow a reputation. On the field, it was easy for him, it was his safe space ironically. But here, being a lieutenant, he had a reputation to hold. And the rumors didn't help.

"Who cares what they expect?" You surprised your own self. "Cats are amazing! Amazing hunters and nimble, their vision in the dark is impressive, and their sense of smell is 40 times superior than a normal human being! They also have an amazing sense of distance and topography without even talking about their sense of observation that makes them-"

"Sergeant."

Your mouth hung open. Oh... You spilled. Shit. You looked down.

"Sorry Lieutenant."

He cleared his throat. "It's alright. I'd like to keep it... A secret." He clarified.

"I won't tell a soul sir. I give you my word." You answered solemnly.

He nodded before giving you permission to leave. You didn't ask for anything more as you turned to leave. However, from the corner of his eye, he could see you take a last looks at his tail, a soft happy smile on your lips.

Fuckin hell... This was far from over.

[needsmoreexplosions]

Now that I'm older and a little more experienced in fiber crafts and textile work, I don't think we give Rarity enough credit. She made custom tailored boutique-grade formal wear for five of her friends, showed she knew their interests and personalities well enough to work them into the outfits, and gave it to them for free, and all of them had the gall to say "well it could be better". And she didn't even think about burning their houses down.

[lizardkingeliot]

I was his and he was mine.

[almondcroissantsandink]

I saw around us a ring of wolves, with white teeth and lolling red tongues, with long, sinewy limbs and shaggy hair. They were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence which held them than ever when they howled. For myself, I felt a sort of paralysis of fear. It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

[chocobje]

Hi I made another AU

edit: Okay can we all agree to ignore the fact I didn't realize it was in the wrong order until 10 minutes later thanks

edit 2: OH MY GOD IT WAS STILL IN THE WRONG ORDER THIS WAS UP FOR A FEW DAYS NOW I'M SOBBING

Captions for the text under cut incase:

ENTRY #■■■

"So, in Gardenview we have these revival machines for Toons. Death among Toons is normal for us. It's not that big of a deal since the humans can just bring us back."

"(Toon Handlers encouraged us to minimize death, especially when we're with kids.)"

"The revival machines would always bring us back as if nothing has happened. Memories intact and everything. When the humans left us— Gardenview, oddly enough, still had power. So the machines still worked. But overtime, they started acting up..."

"One day, the machines worked automatically by itself. Seems like whenever a Toon revives they grew more sick... Then Violent."

"I'm unsure what causes the ichor to be so harmful... But I promise to get to the bottom of this."

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[regenderate]

still making my way through rtd's non-doctor-who work. currently at mine all mine which is from 2004. one character says to another character "you should meet ianto." i (not welsh) (never been to wales) (only know like one welsh person) am like "oh ha ha like ianto from torchwood?" and then immediately shut that down like "ianto is probably a very common welsh name, the fact that my mind immediately goes to ianto from torchwood is just a sign of my ignorance/lack of interaction with welsh people." character shows up to meet ianto.

[image description: a screenshot from the tv show mine all mine. it depicts two young men standing next to each other in a club. one of them is played by gareth-david lloyd. end image description.]

it's ianto from torchwood.

[ryllen]

i have no other reason of drawing this, other than i just want to

[pharawee]

Understand? Yes.

—JACK & JOKER: U Steal My Heart! · Episode 07

[junewi02]

"And I think it's gonna be a long, long time"

Elton John - Rocket Man

(The animatic the drawing of dazai I posted the other day is from :))

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Spock discovers freckles.

[mister-sol]

more jayvik sketches. in this one viktor has cat ears because I said so

[goldenpinof]

hmm

[lizardkingeliot]

thinking about the desperate clutching of each other's faces and necks as they kiss. as they move together, as they dance. guide each other blind in the dark. their only light the blood-warmed skin beneath their fingers. real or imagined it feels exactly the same. the desperation following louis from one life into the next. their mouths finding true north as they stumble but don't let go...

[thismission]

it's so sad when people delete older fandom creations. like what do you mean i can't go back and interact with this piece of media that meant so much to me, that made me feel something so strongly i still remember it years later and went looking for it because i missed it like you can only miss an old treasured memory. what do u mean i'll never be able to look at or reread it ever again and the more time passes the less and less i'll be able to remember about it

[pollsnatural]

You're reborn into one of the Supernatural families (spin the wheel).

[rimatsu]

you know what is missing in the bucktommy mpreg craze? how it adds such a new layer to the sexiness for the pregnant person, specifically when the main focus is not the baby. yes, we all know the doctor visits and sonograms and belly rubs and baby clothes shopping and horny sex marathons. but what about buying clothes that are supposed to accomodate the bigger belly but the real goal is to look sexy af for a fancy date night and maybe to get a few appreciative looks from strangers? what about going to the gym as usual but showing off the belly with a crop top and the booty with some short pants because hubby enjoys the view? what about going out to dance and to drink mocktails with friends while hubby stays at home, but still putting on something more revealing to tease hubby? pregnancy is not just about the horniness but also the sexiness of whoever is pregnant! love to see characters feeling 10 times more confident and sexy in their own bodies actually and enjoying flaunting that while also feeling so so so secure in their relationship with their partner and their love for the baby and their changing body ❤️ i love when the emotional security feeds the positive body image!!

this is like poetry to me.. yes to all of this we're in dire need of that particular flavor of mpreg bucktommy. to you anon, i gift this peripherally topical snippet languishing in my drafts. next time i'll stick to the theme more faithfully i promise

Tommy is brushing his teeth when Evan turns off the water stream, stepping out of the shower on careful legs — balance unsteady, the extra weight he’s hauling around shifting his center of gravity and arching his lower spine. Tommy stands by the sink and stares at his husband, enamored with the sight of him.

Six months in, Evan’s belly used to be perfectly round: curved like a ball, orbed like the moon. Clothed, he looked like a model for a pregnancy fashion brand in anything he wore, tall and broad-shouldered and carrying his growing bump like an accessory. But now that Evan is so far along the process he experiences Braxton-Hicks most nights, his abdomen isn’t quite the perfect sphere anymore. The bump sits heavy and large on the cradle of his pelvis, dropping lower with each day that drips into the next. Naked, he looks like he’s two seconds away from bursting at the seams. He's swollen all over from his pecs to his ankles, skin pulled so tight over his belly silvery-pink stretchmarks cover his sides, streaky indentations Tommy loves to trace with his fingertips. 

Like this, Evan is a vision: Tommy could probably wax poetics about the hyperpigmentation line running down his middle, his cute popped-out navel, and even the enlarged veins criss-crossing down his legs from the oversupply of blood pumping in his system. Evan has always been spellbindingly attractive, but there's novelty in watching the chiseled lines of his muscles soften, the familiar shapes of his body morphing into something new and achingly temporary — the extra padding of his thighs and arms and his meatier hips acting as tangible indications that their lives is about to change. But as much as Tommy looks forward to meeting their daughter, to finally hold her in his arms and not just see her in grainy sonograms, and as objectively selfish as the thought is, he wouldn’t mind Evan staying like this forever: heavy with his child, fecund and dewy and full of literal life. 

"What's with the staring?" Evan asks when their eyes meet. Mirth seeps into his voice as he shakes his hips and adds, "You want some of this?"