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[derpmallow]

i think this was funnier in my head

ft textposts 1/?

[ham-n-spam]

So uh, how are we all feeling about todays Pokemon Presents? I, for one, am thrilled over this new Legends game. See y'all in 2025 I guess-

[lucidlikesthings]

More vampire au! The clones are playing hooky by napping with Obi-Wan while he gets his usual daytime sleepin' in 8) I haven't decided who is looking for them, either Cody or Fox maybe, but in any case........ these lads will probably live to regret this lmao

[jowi-cacerolas-locas]

A gift i did to @/supahmouth (actually i didn’t want to post this in any rrss but i like how this looks ToT)

[whoisthispersonwow]

Hello people of tumblr! :)

I am not used to using this app but I thought i would give it a shot as the fandom works featured here are straight up the best things i've found on the internet, and the community seems just AMAZING on all regards!!! So I thought, yk, that I would share my ideas for this AU fic that perhaps maybe I would write sometimes...... idk....

Actor Bucky x Model Buck

Set in the 90s, this AU follows this rough outline : despite the 90s being a time of counterculture for the youth, (grunge, alternative movies being pushed forward and towards larger audiences) and being out of the 80s and all it entails (glam rock and so on) there was this paradoxally reinforced idea of masculinity (leather jackets, men having to be "strong", etc.) and lattent ideas of homosexuality being a "bad, filthy thing" in some places, interlinked with the misinformations concerning the HIV epidemic (if you're gay, you'll get AIDS, you'll die in a few months, all this stuff), which causes the Bucks have to hide their relationship from the public in fear of retaliation and backlash.

Buck is a male model, in a decade in which supermodels are emerging, and put on a pedestal : it's a decent job for him, despite not being a Claudia Schiffer or a Kate Moss (as female models, especially in that decade, were getting paid way more than male models, and overall just represented couture houses more than men did.). People know his face, he's had a few campaigns, but it's not enough to make him one of the A-list celebrities, not that he minds. He's slimmer than what is the norm for male models, but compensates it with his face : it is his strength as much as his weakness concerning bookings. He is known by his peers as this wise and generally kind man, not overly flairy as people can sometimes be in their industry, and overall very discreet about his personal life. He is extremely professional, a master of his craft that knows exactly what is expected of him at any time.

Bucky, on the other hand, is an actor. Freshly discovered among the rest of a new generation of actors, he climbs steadily and surely his way to the top, and has people from all over the USA watching his career with interest. He acts in movies which in our timeline would feel like "The Matrix" ; "Trainspotting" ; "Fight Club", and all of those sorts of very "mainstream yet still posessing their bit a flair" movies. He's extending his choices and taking more risks, ones that could perhaps lead him to great rewards (not that he is especially looking for it : Bucky would be content to act in a short movie by a middle schooler if it was done with love and passion.) Charming, bubbly, he is loved by many of teenage girls (and others, ofc :p). Everyone has a story about Bucky, be it good or bad. "Oh yeah, he bought me a car when mine broke down" says a make-up artist on a set. "He got so drunk he forgot I was here and punched me square in the face when i got up to pee" says his friend Curt Biddick.

(i made an ugly ass moodboard for the vibes)

-> now i'm gonna dump random infos for no particular reasons

TW : mentions of drugs, alcohol, homophobic cliches.

-They met at a party/gala of some sort for a brand, for which Buck modeled and Bucky was ambassador : it didn't click right away, but closely enough for it to feel like fate played a part in it.

-Buck is kind of excluded during parties as he's fully sober, whether it's from drugs or alcohol : a rarity, in the modeling world, and often not a welcome one.

-Bucky on the other hand, is a bit too much of a party monster : he drinks a lot, perhaps snorts a little cocaine in the bathroom, takes a little speed... Which GREATLY concerns Buck.

-Bucky is as cocky in his confidence and his career as he fears (and represses A LOT) the possibility of everything tumbling down and just going back to being nobody (THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE LOVED BY EVERYONE)

-He's terrified that fame will change him, that he will become a parody version of himself, that people will only know and like the version of himself he presents them and nothing else, not seeing his worth as a person, as an individual of flesh and feelings.

-Between the two of them, he's the one who desperately wants to tell the general audience about their relationship, not caring about the consequences, because in his eyes, love is love, and there sure as hell ain't nothing wrong with loving Gale Cleven, and people should know that he loves him, that they love each other, that they're a pair, that life only ever feels complete when they stand side by side, hanging in each other's orbits. They sometimes argue over this.

-Buck, on the other hand, wishes for their relationship to stay a secret, as he fears if it was to be known, it would taint Bucky's image, this very manly, confident and suave man, mingle it with dumb cliches (in a gay couple one is a "Folle" and the other has to be effeminate, because they're like GIRLS yk) and that it would basically ruin his career, tarnish his talent and hard work, get him blacklisted from most studios/directors and only perhaps offered type-casted roles in homophobic movies written by straight men. Buck could not stand seeing the love of his life being disgraced in the public's eyes, just because of some dumbass cliches, because of his love for him.

-Marjorie (Marge) covers for Buck. She's his front : They are seen dining together and huddling on benches by paparazzis, giggling and talking as they walk in the street, and that's enough. Their story makes people dream, these two young people who grew up together and fell in love, still a couple until this day, still loving each other as much as they did on the first day... They are a lavender couple (when both member of a relationship are queer, and use their couple to cover any suspicions) which helps making Buck and Bucky seem like just buddies. Marjorie is most likely not famous, or if so, she'd be more of a writer than anything else.

-Bucky is EXTREMELY jealous and FUMES whenever he cannot kiss Buck in public, touch him, do his little Bucky things, make Buck feel his. Despite that, he's sort of reckless and allows himself gestures that would not fly were the two men not viewed as pinacle of masculinity and a great example of brotherly love. Buck can't even bring himself to ressent him for it, and does not hold it against him : he too wishes they could hold hands on red carpets.

-Bucky is basically a disaster waiting to happen at some point, a pressure cooker dangerously whistling : he bottles everything he feels, just grits his teeth and says he's fine when dark times arise, drowns himself in alcohol and wishes to forget about his worries, thinks about simpler times when he had none at all. Gale stays by his side, no matter what, no matter his terrifying relationship with alcohol and the memories of his father.

-They live together, despite the risks : Buck couldn't bear having to say no to Bucky when he bought their appartment with a huge check from the royalties he earned over his first blockbuster. It is approprietly cozy : most of the decorum is Buck's doing, but Bucky's things still find their ways in there ; baseball posters, pictures, awards and silly little drawings on stick-it notes... It feels like home, to both of them.

-They probably have bought some sort of ranch or farm, somewhere, to run away from the city when things get crazy : they bask reverently in the fact that there, nothing they do or say matters, watching the sunsets on their patios, enjoying the melody of nature without any civilization.

That's pretty much it for now, I'll most likely add things later! :D I'm begging you to excuse any mistake I made, i'm just a poor French person trying her best. Don't hesitate to tell me how you feel and stuff, I am so nervous to make this post you can't imagine lmaoo

To end things, I guess I'll just post an extract of a wip, a written transcription of a fake interview Bucky probably had on some talk show!!! :]

[j-aborg]

🌕Bane Lesath🌕

Ok here he is finally, Bane✨

Bane is a renowned Monster/Beast hunter in Astrea✨

He travels a lot and looks for beasts thats been troubling towns and cities and basically slays it for them then gets a bounty afterwards

He's somewhat a mercenary too but beasts is more of his specialty

Also think he's someone Sage looks up to :]

Ask questions if any! I would love to talk about him :D

[emera1dkaizo]

Honami art! Speedpaint is on my tiktok => skippy47z

[chiroeclipse]

First official Tumblr post! Hope y'all like 😋

[hhhhleb]

connected to this concept of birth giving and this comics ⚠️heavy topics below beware⚠️

so this idea sat in my head for a while what if sans not really a brother for papyrus..? well not biologically(or magically…) at least so i thought how could he get in this position and came up with some ideas for starters all this 'low fertility and forced injections of lust' reminds me so much of The Handmaid's Tale(i've watched only like 10 episodes but i got the main idea of reproductive abuse it portrays) so this and the concept of Gaster experementing on his children(on "child" in this case) just fused into this concept -> what if gaster tested his lust injections on sans 'cause em.. no body's gonna know?like maybe he didn't gave birth to him, he just found sans below some magic object and raised him in his closed laboratory to get more knowledge about fertility and lifegiving topic. gaster might forced this soulling artificially and that's how sans got paps and may be gaster tried to End this Experiment 'cause sans's little soul was at risk but sans rebelled and ran away or something idk all these things are very ethemeral in my head

or it was just another monster, some stranger or someone close and "trustworthy". may be sans wanted it. may be not. every option has it's own interesting themes to exlore really.

one thing i'm sure about is that paps doesn't know and after gaster dissolved in the Core sans might not know neither.. they're happy to be brothers and that's all they need actually

[tsukasa-bishio]

Dr Stone characters as images I have on my phone

Senku:

Tsukasa:

Taiju:

Ryusui:

Yuzuriha:

Chrome:

Gen:

Kohaku:

Hyoga:

[skz-elle]

kacii told me to post this and it’s her fault i was throttled by the thought of Hongjoong studio sex so…

inspo: bestie @kaciidubs ✨🎀

hongjoong x fem!reader

fluff, unregulated romantic fluff, slight nsfw (mentioned orgasms but no descriptions), unedited except for the one thing i saw i misspelled

His headphones are around your neck, where he had you come closer to hear a part of a song. Just moments ago, you had been standing in front of him with your eyes closed, nodding to the beat, carefully listening to the small details because he asked you for your opinion and you knew he meant “critique”.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was enraptured. Enamored with the way your face was softly lit by his keyboard. Infatuated with your hands gently holding the speakers to your ears and how your fingers poked out of the sleeves of his hoodie, which he had just pulled over your head at the first hint you were chilly.

That’s why he wrote songs for you. About you. About how he felt towards you. About how the world was you and him and nothing else whenever you were here.

He can’t wait for you to finish listening. He tries, and he wants to, but he physically can’t wait. His body craves your touch and it is the one thing he allows himself to indulge in without hesitation. His hands slide over your waist and he softly tugs to get your attention.

He’s in love with the way you don’t even open your eyes to check, you just trust him to guide you down into his lap. You sink into him like you were meant to be together this way. Like you were two pieces of a whole, like magnets drawn together. It’s graceful and gentle but intoxicatingly powerful in its own softness. He can’t resist. He can’t get enough. He doesn’t want to ever get enough. Being on the verge, always reaching for more, is too pleasant a chase for him to ever stop running towards it.

You’re still listening to the song when his lips slot together with yours.

You keep listening, even as he becomes more insistent, tilting your head this way and that to get the right angle. He has to make you feel his love. He wants it so deeply it aches.

You’re still listening even when his hands burrow under his hoodie, under your shirt, under your bra. His fingertips whisper their way across your skin, on paths he’s memorized long ago but will never tire of traversing.

You keep listening even when the song has ended, just to see how far he’ll go and how desperate he’ll get before he realizes. He’s addictive like this, strung out on wanting you and finally — blessedly — allowing himself pleasure in emotion just for the sake of it.

The joke is on you, though — as long as you let him, he won’t notice it’s been ten minutes instead of ten seconds.

He’d keep going for an eternity and time wouldn’t pass at all, so long as it’s you and him locked away in this little world.

You push the headphones off yourself to maneuver his hands into your hair, and that’s when he blinks back to reality for the briefest moment.

You think he’s going to speak, but he just gives you a dazed look — lips parted and shiny, breathless, cheeks pink, and eyes glossy — before he dives back in.

That’s eventually how Seonghwa finds the two of you, just a bit later. You’re asleep in Hongjoong’s chair, tangled together in what has to be an uncomfortable position, but it’s nothing new. Seonghwa always finds you like this after a particularly good orgasm or several.

Hongjoong has a tendency to rip the most mind-numbing climaxes out of you, before you both doze off just long enough to recover before waking like you’ve had a full night of sleep. heavy limbs, sore muscles, everything that comes with a comatose nap, except — Hongjoong would do it all again for even just half a second of the look you give him when he mumbles “I love you” into your skin at the joint of your neck and shoulder, and you return it with an “I know, my love.”

‘My love’, he thinks — and that’s right. Your love. He’s yours. Forever.

[ham-n-spam]

The Bad Boys TM

I watched Grian’s POV last night and this is the first thing that came to my head, hope I’m not too late to the party lmao-

[insanity-apathy]

I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about freenoodles raising MK and I need somewhere to dump them.

MK did the glowing eye thing that Wukong can do. Pigsy woke up to a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring him down at night and said to himself “I will never get used to this.”

…and then he did.

MK would cling to his back (the way baby monkeys do) while he’d make breakfast. He was always worried he’d fall but he never did. When MK finally grew out of it, he was a little sad.

MK’s monkey king obsession was born not from being read chapter of Journey to the West as a bed time story, but instead from listening to Tang’s lectures about it.

And by lectures I mean his caffeine fueled, sleep deprived ranting. It wasn’t just JTTW either. Tang could make some of the most dry, boring pieces of history fascinating.

“-so then the emperor… whatever the hell his name was, he’s all like ‘I DONT GIVE A SHIT THAT PEOPLE ARE DYING, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS GOTTA BUILD ME A WALL’ and no one likes that cuz people are dying and so these other guys-“

Tang was on the verge of a mental breakdown but MK was having a blast.

Tang attempting to study for an exam while MK watches cartoons. Half of the coffee table is covered in juice boxes and crayons while the other half is covered in half finished notes and coffee stained books. Eventually he collapses into a heap and watches MK’s cartoons with him.

[cryptic-theseus]

oh, first post? huh. anyway fanchild comik

Z's "Zyth"'s ref below!! :3

ough, my boyyy, my son, well,, Uzi and N's son. I love him so much he's so cool

[avidhorrormoviefan]

MORE SUB CHARLIE SMUT PLS PLS PLS

OFC OFC OFCCC

SUB!CHARLIEEEE, meanish!reader, slight riding, overstim, edging

keep requesting things pleaseeeeeeee i love writing these

charlie is the most precious whiny whimpering little bitch i think anyone’s ever seen when he’s overstimulated. you touching his cock with his angry red tip, spilling with precum as you stroke him, sitting beside him. “fuck- mamma, pleaseee i cant anymore” his voice is so high and whiny when he begs for you to let him cum. every time he’s been close you’ve pulled away and let him calm down.

you don’t let him touch himself when you stop. he knows from last time when you pulled away and he tried to make himself cum, it just made it worse for him. that night you didn’t let him fuck you. you just sat there watching him jerk himself off to the pure sight of you. sitting naked on his bed, all just for him.

the third time around edging him, he thought that if he didn’t tell you, you’d let him cum. but it didn’t work. his body betrayed him, his whines, his trembles, his hips bucking into your hand like a bitch. it’s a sight for sore eyes. and you stop. he sobs at the loss of contact. he calms down, his sweaty chest heaving up and down.

you go in once again, fucking him with your fist. you’re being nicer, so you decide to let him cum. he’s been so good for you today, after all.

he expects you to pull away, but when you speed up your stokes, he mewls as his orgasm shudders through his body. strings of cum spill over your hands and his stomach, making it sound like your own porno. his moans and sobs fill his bedroom as he bucks his hips up again and again, savoring this moment.

once he calms down and you peel away your hand, he praises you. “thank you, fuck, momma thankyou” but this is just the beginning. you strip your panties down from your soaking cunt, dropping down to kiss him harshly on his lips. he eagerly kisses you back, finally tasting you. you sit your bare pussy on his lower stomach as your tongues dance and fight for dominance.

you maneuver your body so your hovering just above his dick, getting hard again, only from your kisses. you look at him as you part from the kiss. his eyes linger down your body, soaking up every inch of you that he can see. you push away his long hair that’s sticking to his forehead and press a kiss to his temple, as you push yourself down onto his dick. charlie sucks in a gasp and moans out. he bucks his hips up as you sink down onto him, bottoming out, and ride him until you’re satisfied.

[craftedheartofstars]

I've never used Tumblr before but I had an idea and I needed to get it out.

So I'm calling all fanfic writers in the Marauders fandom, what if;

Reg didn't die in the cave and took the blame for The murders of James and Lily?