#original ani thought

[animazi]

love (i): part two

attack of the clones // revenge of the sith // ‘living death in medieval french and english literature’ by jane gilbert

part one

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[trektown]

Spock chuffing a fat dart caught in 4K

[onlymagpie]

In which Milva asks Regis for a trim, and she finds out about the vampire-mirror phenomenon

[wombywoo]

#OC

[anakinstwinklebunny]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER was already a wreck before you even started. The moment you climbed to straddle his lap, his large hands trembling as they settled on your wide hips, breath coming out in short gasps. Glasses were sliding down his nose, but he didn’t seem to notice--or care--as his wide, awestruck eyes roamed over your beautiful, goddess-like body

“i--uhh,” he breathed, voice already shaky as if it was the most stressful situation of his life. “You’re… like...wow. You’re really gonna let me--?”

“Of course, Ani,” you leaned down to press such a gentle kiss to his swollen lips

As you gave him the view of this sweet kiss, your hips used his innocent character and rolled against him, only causing his hands to grip you tighter, a moan slipping from his lips “Oh, f—fuck. That feels… oh, my God.”

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, teasing, “You’re so loud already.”

“I--uh--” face flushing deep red, and he fumbled for an explanation. “I-I can’t help it babe...it's just feels so good"

His reply only made you more determined to push him further. Your fingers tugged at his shirt to pull it over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest

“Ani,” you murmured with a fake pout “I want you.” lips leaning down to press kisses on his chest, tongue twirling around the nipple

His reaction was immediate--a loud, such a desperate moan that had him gripping your thighs so hard you thought he might leave marks you'd cherish forever. “Shit, shit--okay. Yeah. Anything. Whatever you want - I'll do it”

Lips pulling away from his warm body, fingers tugging at his Star Wars boxers down, to which his hips bucked involuntarily, a choked whimper spilling from his lips already. “Oh, fuck me,” he mumbled, head falling back against the soft pillow.

Throwing his boxers away, your eyes caught a beautiful glimpse of his already hard-on, the mushroomy head leaking precum

With a smirk, you kissed the length of it, causing your precious boyfriend to shudder and whimper. Your warm, wet tongue twirled around the head of his cock, sucking gently to take in his liquid

"a--ajhhh!"

Your mouth leaving his length to now move above it, to climb back over him, and the moment you sank down onto him, his whole body tensed, jaw dropping as he let out the filthiest, most guttural groan you’d never heard.

“Holy--shit,” he gasped, shaky hands flying to your waist, gripping you like a lifeline. “You’re so… oh my God, you’re so tight. I--fuck--I can’t--”

Head hitting against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open as he tried to breathe through the overwhelming sensation.

“Look at me, Ani,” you whispered, leaning down to cup his face. "Be a good boy"

His eyes snapped open, glassy and wide, as he stared up at you with a whine. “I--I don’t think I can last. You’re so warm. So--aah---”

You started moving, slowly yet deeply at first, and the sounds he made were downright obscene. Each roll of your hips pulled a whimper or a moan from him, slim fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold on, to not come so fast

“F-fuck,” he stammered “I can feel everything. You’re so wet. I---I can’t--oh my God.”

His body shuddered beneath you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep his composure. You sped up just a little, and that was all it took for him to completely lose it.

The way he was looking at you--like he was utterly consumed, utterly obsessed with the sign of you on top of him-- had you tightening around him, and his reaction was perfect

“Oh, shit,” he gasped, hips thrusting into yours softly “Do that again. Please. Shit, I need--”

You clenched around him again, and he practically sobbed, hands flying to your thighs as he begged, “Please. Please don’t stop, I beg you. Don’t--fuck, you’re gonna make me--”

You leaned down, kissing him so deeply, swallowing his cries as he came undone beneath you like a perfect little boy he was.

When he finally stilled, chest heaving, his eyes looking up at you with dazed, glassy gaze. “I--fuck. That was--"

“Good?” you teased, brushing his damp curls back from his beautiful, flushed face.

“Good?” he repeated, surprised “That was fucking perfect.”

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[claraoswalds]

This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

[honehonn3honey]

A protection that becomes more creepy

Azul in my heart. You can see the original art here and read the monster list here @lustlovehart

[Alt under the cut]

My first concept, since my style could not simulate the texture of slime in its purest state

It is quite thick so water can not enter or wet. Only small puddles where you can accumulate

It is a monster and that, magic, but I can imagine that it can only reach a height by the pressure, it can come out expelled sometimes

[literarymerritt]

Knee deep in the Void Odyssey and you're bleeding me out, is it casual now?

Art Tumblr | Twitter

[violent138]

The Batcave is the one place Bruce can truly unwind and drop the whole 'unbreakable' act he has going to assess his injuries, patch up the Batmobile, repair his suit, test out prototypes, and fail. That's why he's so annoyed when the kids bring strangers into it.

[animazi]

love (i): part one

attack of the clones // revenge of the sith // ‘living death in medieval french and english literature’ by jane gilbert

part two

[rawbin-hsr]

Aventurine x Reader

You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves.

Read part 2 here !

Only barely proof-read, guaranteed to have lots of grammatical errors, English is not my first language and I am experimenting with my writing style <3

CW: smut, handjob (Aventurine receiving), dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), feelings of inadequacy, hurt/very little comfort, crying, mentions of death, at some points this seems like dubcon because Aventurine speaks of feeling “dread”, but it’s NEVER intended to be read as him not wanting to receive touch from reader, it is meant to convey how little he thinks he deserves this. The smut is soft and gentle, but Aventurine’s internal thoughts definitely are not <3

Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!

18+, minors will be blocked <3

Your touch is so kind. Soft and gentle, as if he is made of the finest porcelain, as if he is a fragile flower, as if he is delicate. It is cruel, he thinks, that he has made you think he is any less than a monster. It is cruel that he hasn’t pushed you away, when he knows he will devour you. It has become part of his nature.

But how can he push you away when you are so persistent? How can he push you away when you roll with his punches, when you go along with each and every one of his pushes and pulls? It is hard to keep you out when you insistently pry your way into what’s left of his soul, when you gaze upon the rotten corpse that he is and still claim him to be beautiful. He thinks you must be blind at best and naive at worst.

“You’re so pretty,” you whisper reverently, and though Aventurine knows his body is, he also knows that is not the part of him you’re referring to. Not when your hand rests on his chest, above the empty cavern where his heart is meant to be.

You kiss his neck and he shivers. There’s a pit in his stomach, knotting his insides with dread.

He should tell you to stop, should warn you that he’s deceiving you, that he’s not the person you think he is. Should show you that he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, that he is a bad omen. But he can’t bring himself to. Not when being with you feels so good, not when he’s self-indulgent to a fault, and he can’t help himself with you. He is the worst mistake you could ever make, in part because he can’t even stop from letting you continue to make it.

His hands rest on the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair. It is unfair how good your touch feels, his back arching just from mere caresses upon his skin. You play him like he’s an instrument you’ve practiced for years, despite never having fucked him before. He digs his heels into your back as your hand wraps around his dick, and he whines into your shoulder when you lovingly stroke it.

“I love you,” you murmur as he pulls on your hair, as his nails dig into your skin, and he wants to cry. He will destroy you from the inside out, he knows, or maybe he will kill you before he gets the chance to. He can never keep the things he loves alive.

Your lips kiss his skin, and he moans brokenly as your thumb glides over the head of his cock, pushing down on the tip. His hips rock up to meet your hand, and he feels ashamed of how blatantly he allows himself to enjoy you, how blatantly he allows himself to use you. You deserve so much better, but you are the best thing that he has ever managed to get his bloodstained hands on, and so he can’t help himself. He wants you to remain unaware of how much better you could do. He wants you to stubbornly remain by his side even when he makes it hard for you to do so. He wants to bare every part of his being to you so you can see how little worth he is to you. He wants you to run from him before it’s too late.

But part of him knows he already has shown you himself, that you’ve seen who he is and you still love him. You must be stupid.

“Use me,” he begs you, wishing you’d do something with him to alleviate the guilt he feels, so it would at least be mutual. His hands cling to you, and he whimpers pathetically when you lean back to look down at him. “Use me, please. Please…”

And your eyes are so kind. Your eyes are so sweet and soft and human, and everything he is not.

“Shh,” you hush him, tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips. He sobs, feeling embarrassing tears fill his eyes as you press closer to him, the touch so caring and innocent yet so lewd as your hand tugs at him. “Just let me make you feel good, okay?”

And you do. You always keep true to your words, unlike him. It’s barely a minute later that his breath hitches and he keens, nearly wailing into your neck as he comes undone under your too loving hands. It’s obscene, and he feels filthy as his semen paints your hand and splatters on his lower stomach. He has soiled your perfect skin, has dirtied your perfect body. He hopes you will let go of him and wash yourself up, then leave him here, broken on the bed in the mess he’s created. That you will leave him to pick up the pieces of himself he has left. He is undeserving of you.

And yet he only feels your love swaddle him when his body relaxes, adoring praises and sweet words tumbling from your perfect lips as your perfect hands gently stroke his body, soothing him as if he is deserving. Your perfect body presses closer to him, no doubt getting his mess on your perfect abdomen as you almost lay yourself flat on him. You pepper perfect kisses all over his face, and he realises belatedly he’s crying. For the first time in ten years. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and he doesn’t know for what reason.

But you seem like you do know. You look so understanding, wiping his tears with an achingly kind, perhaps slightly sad smile, and you don’t ask him why.

“I’ve got you now, it’s okay,” you say instead. And you do, because you always keep true to your word.

And he is selfish, because he doesn’t stop you. He lets you clean him up, lets you kiss his tears away, lets you take care of him. Lets you climb into bed with him afterwards, unaware that you have brought the monster under your bed up into your loving arms. He hasn’t felt so much love since he was nine.

And he is selfish, because even though he can already feel his claws dig into your flesh as he holds you in return, he cannot bring himself to pull away. He can only hope he won’t dig in his heels when you eventually see reason and try to leave. He can only hope you will have the time to get away before he kills you.

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[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[fluentisonus]

there are many retellings & adaptional choices i really don't like when it comes to writing new stories about old myths, and that i feel are boring or ignoring interesting points & implications or unfamiliar with the topic or ancient cultural context in a way that rubs me the wrong way. BUT the way some people on here talk about myth retellings as if retelling them is in and of itself a bad thing, or that retellings are somehow 'staining' the 'meaning' of the 'original myth', and Particularly posts that just seem to be hating on the people writing these books not for any real constructive point but just because they think Change Is Bad is going to make me feel bonkers insane fr. come on guys

[st4rstruckan0maly]

some dandy's world shitposts we made because idk (we'll make serious fanart for this game someday i promise /gen)