#outside RU

[pokemonrebirth]

Look ma, I'm in an archive!

[pokemonrebirth]

in a way its kind of like im seeing rebirth in anime form some of these ideas reflect rebirth concepts pokemon 2D animation animation pokemon xy and z

Much much much stronger!!

This has to be one of the most intense scenes to come out of the anime.

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

loser hero goes out underdressed in the cold is scared of ghosts eats burger etc

[slimecicle-undates]

I FROZEN CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

[the-great-papyru]

help me and my friend were talking about flowey and she said that flowey undertale “transcends gender.” i however, thought she was declaring that flowey is transgender and very loudly and excitedly exclaimed “yeah, flowey undertale is transgender!” i got a very weird look.

[daydreamsia]

i've recently been getting some asks about why my Terrestrial Magic spin-off is without the Winx. Besides the fact that the answer to that should be obvious - it's a spin-off, the girls don't need to be involved - i feel like i also already said that it's on purpose. After season 3 Winx Club has become less enjoyable to me, but it has some good concepts, which brought my own ideas to me.

I realize that this spin-off is not quite like Winx Club anymore, because none of the Terrestrials have magical transformations. But the focus isn't set on that, as it will be a written story. However, i will at one point draw redesigns and designs of fairy- and witch- forms for Roxy, Selina, Macy and Damien (probably sooner rather than later), just because it's fun (and because i need to figure out how i want witch transformations to evolve).

But the main focus of Terrestrial Magic (it still needs a proper title) are the characters and the development of Magic on Earth. The Winx will be focused on saving Magix at the same time, because the two stories are happening parallel to each other.

[lem-argentum]

APPARENTLYYY i am going to have to learn mahjong

[duchessofostergotlands]

A bird just flew into my window and I can see it on the ground and it was still but breathing for a few seconds but I think it might have died and now I’m really sad

[pokemonrebirth]

Late to the Party - SV and New Announcement Thoughts

Which I shall put below the cut for those who haven't seen the Pokemon Presents video yet.

A new Pokemon Legends game?! Set in Lumiose City? Featuring ZYGARDE?

...I'm impressed at how this franchise keeps yanking me back in. ¦D

Granted, I wouldn't have played Pokemon Scarlet if not for my niece's interest. And not because I didn't think it was a good (if a bit chuggy n buggy) game, but rather that my interest had waned and time to do all things is short. But my niece really wanted to, and I had wanted to try the local co-op play feature (it was something listed in my dream Pokemon game document after all), so we finally started our combined adventure in Paldea yesterday.

And this is what I'd hoped Sword and Shield to be like.

The local co-op is so fun! You can finally go on a journey with someone else (or three someones), and it makes the experience feel more alive somehow.

Shifting between travelling and battling is also pretty seamless, rather like Legends, which I wasn't expecting and appreciate. Love the new Pokemon Center/Mart/Connectivity stops. The photo mode is entertaining and primed for plenty of silliness.

We've not even got inside the school yet because there's so much to do just...exploring. Feels good. I pretty much got my dream Pokemon game(s) in the end.

My character Antigua, and her lechonk, Erfum.

[mbirnsings-71]

Sorry Ace using your reblog cause it wouldn't let me go to the original post but well- okay-

Art by @cannimochi for my tumblr pfp <3

your tumblr avatar is who you are on the outside, and your discord avatar is your true self

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

just one breath is bliss for me, please my death come slowly☺️

[monstersflashlight]

Hello! I love your work and I admit it's really fun to read! Besides the spicy parts I love it has a story! Speaking of a story, I really liked your reblog about the plant(venus?) and the girl with short hair and I was wondering if you could tell us their story? Spiciness included ❤️

Not sure if you wanna hear my ideas about it but I'll just mention that smell is a powerful weapon and once the bud closes, the plant won't let you go easily without showing you the ultimate gratitude for your planter skills in the arboretum (I hope that's the right word for tree crown center area. Or plant center if trees are off the options)

Hi there! Thank you so much, means a lot! <3 For everyone wondering, she means this art piece.

Plant-trapped

Plant-monster x witch fem!reader || sex pollen, smell kink (?), tentacles (vines)

You had what witches called green aura, but humans simply referred to green thumb. You had your way with plants and that’s why you were the one in charge of taking care of the coven’s botanic garden. You loved your job there, you spent most of the time alone, surrounded by plants, and you could just enjoy the quiet and the nice smell of all the flowers. It was amazing.

But sometimes you forgot not all plants in the garden were harmless. Not all of them were non-sentient… Some of them had a bit of a thing for witches like yourself…

And you fell right into its trap.

You thought you knew everything you needed to know about the plant and its properties, but at that moment, you couldn’t remember any of it. You couldn’t remember how to get out, what did it take to get it to release you. It was like your brain turned into a white space and you couldn’t remember your own name.

You leaned in to smell its intoxicating smell and that’s how it got you. And the smell only became more and more mind blowing the longer you breathed it in. Your brain was fuzzy and your body became hotter and hotter, your insides trembling as your pussy started to tingle. You groaned as the big monstrous petals closed around your body like an embrace. And when the vines reached your body, you didn’t even care.

Your clothes disappeared with the secretions of the monster-plant, destroying the fibers and leaving an oily feel on your skin that only amplified the overstimulation of your senses. You couldn’t smell anything that wasn’t the monster. You couldn’t touch anything that wasn’t part of its body and its vines were caressing and touching every part of you accessible. You were groaning and moaning, your body pliant under its ministrations as your juices ran down your legs.

It was intoxicating and exciting, and when the first vine probed your hole, you cried out in pleasure when the most intense wave of desire ran through your body. You were drenched in your own juices, but the monster-plant added some of its salve to lubricate you further, making you slippery as the vine entered your dripping cunt. You moaned, and you felt like something broke inside your brain, like a dam was destroyed.

“Such a good witch,” a voice spoke right inside your brain.

Deep down you knew the plant talking to you was unlikely, but at that moment you couldn’t figure out if it was real or just part of the illusion created by the sex pollen. But you didn’t care. You only cared about the vines groping your body and the ones inside of you, touching and reaching parts you didn’t know could even feel that good.

It fucked in and out of you, the vines latching to your G-spot like suckers as little tentacle-like vines rubbed your thighs and clit. It was like the best enchanted sex toy you ever tried, and it was driving you insane with pleasure. You cried and moaned, you screamed and groaned… It was ecstasy in its purest form, and you couldn’t form coherent thoughts outside more.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, and your eyes were blinded for half a second, the pleasure so bright and high you couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. Couldn’t feel anything apart from the brain melting pleasure running down your body as the plant took all you had and some more.

“You did good, little witch. Your offering was accepted,” the voice inside your head said as the monster-plant released your body to the ground, completely sated.

[freyjaofthenorth]

i'm thinking that if i were ever to write something like a fantasy story i already know what the Big Problematic Horrifying Thing would be

because i feel i would want to include a non-judgemental portrayal of human sacrifice

[heyaheiya]

Katsuki quickly visiting you before your concert. You’re getting your makeup done, glitter and rhinestones carefully adorned your eyes. The entire backstage area was covered in a variety of wires and whatnot. Katsuki kept getting yelled at by your manager for wandering around without permission.

“You’ve gotta have a backstage pass to be here, Dynamight.”

“Oh come on, it’s just me!”

“Rules are ru-“

“Tsuki!”

Katsuki’s head whipped around at the sound of your voice so fast, he swore his neck cracked. He immediately lost his breath. Of course he always thought you were stunning, but in your concert getup; he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He immediately hold you close and peppers your head with kisses, lightly enough to not mess up your stylists’ hard work.

“I like you dressed like this.”

Frilly outfits that sparkled underneath the stage lights, and a face that could stop wars with its beauty.

“You better, I’ve been here since 4am.”

He would’ve never known with the way you were bouncing around. Idols were truly supernatural.

“Dynamight, if you don’t have a ticket, we’re gonna have to escort you out.”

Your manager only ever enforced the rules like this for Katsuki. If it were anyone else, they’d be offering a bunch of free things and discounts. Katsuki gets to pay an extra ‘Boyfriend Fee’.

“ITS MY GIRLFRIEND, ILL DO WHAT I WANT!”

A group of bodyguards were forced to escort him out the building. Not before he kissed the hell out of you, smudging your lips a little bit.

The footage of the concert started trending the next day. Your visibly kissed lips and an angry Dynamight seen outside the venue with a massive pile of concert merch. Truly ‘Japan’s best Couple’.

— — — — — — — — —

I love idol reader x Katsuki :D im imagining yn dressed like rei from ive. Yk with the pigtails and sparky dress

Side note: I went to ive’s concert a few months ago and I fell in love with them all over again <3

[moongreenlight]

I keep seeing toxic ex boyfriend Ghost and while I am wholeheartedly on board with it, I raise you Soap who is an even worse ex than Ghost but for an entirely different reason.

It’s like he just cannot comprehend the breakup and he thinks you’re just playing reeeeeally hard to get. Silly stupid puppy boy can’t tell the difference between play fighting and real fighting :(

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

Insists that he’s still got a few of his things at your place just so he has an excuse to come over. Can never tell you what exactly he’s missing. Hen, I’m sure it’s important, gies a chance to look ‘round.

When you finally cave and let him come over he’ll turn off your water heater or something dumb like that. You don’t notice until a couple hours before you have to be somewhere and the plumbers can’t come out until tomorrow so you’re left no other option than to call him and ask if you can stop by and use his shower. And funny enough, he was just about to hop in. Perfect timing! He insists on cramming in the tub with you despite your efforts to shove him out and lectures you on the importance of saving water and the environment and bla bla bla.

He sleeps with your friends for the sole purpose of getting your new number from their phone after. (you’ve had to change it multiple times to get him to stop calling.) You bitch him out when he phones from their bed and hang up on him and he texts you

Ru mad? :(

Shows up to your work after you’re off and stands outside your car so you can’t avoid him. When you try to shove him off, he just grabs your wrists and pins them at your sides. Grins like the cat that ate the fucking canary when you squirm and whine. Hums something about how if you don’t knock it off people are going to think he’s trying to kidnap you until you finally stop and he opens the car door for you and helps you in.

You could say the nastiest, most venomous things to him either over the phone and he’ll just go quiet and let you carry on. He stays silent for long enough for you to get irritated because you think he’s doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you. You huff something about whatever, John. Real mature. And just before you end the call you can hear him panting into the receiver like he’s got the phone pressed between his cheek and shoulder with the microphone up against his mouth. He’ll whine about how you should keep going. Get it out of your system. You’ll hear a soft schlicking sound from his end and nearly chuck your phone across the room. Maybe you’re dumb enough to start in on how he can’t ever take anything seriously. How he’s always thinking with his fucking cock and it’ll get him off before you hang up on him.

[andcars]

ㅤ [ 𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘 ]

premise. franco joins the grid late into the season. for a rookie in a williams, he's scored points in his first two races. the achievement is only rubbed onto your face when he keeps asking you for a seat in red bull.

tags #ㅤfemale reader, reader is the team principle's daughter, reader is older than franco, checo isn't a decent driver (no hate), light manipulation, persistent franco, more plot than porn, alcohol but they're not drunk, sleeping his way to red bull driver no.2, open ending wc #ㅤ2k

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If Aston Martin has Lance Stroll, Red Bull has you. You're not planning to be a driver anytime soon—God forbid a woman join Formula 1 again—but you're very much interested in snagging a seat as a team principal like your dad.

You know a lot of people would die for a seat in the RB19. The RB20 is just as good and you're quite comfortable with one of your drivers leading the championships.

Hah.

Your drivers.

You're starting to think like your dad now.

Other than the usual roster of people, there's those from other teams. Ferrari is a team you see quite a lot, funnily enough. The rivalry isn't bothered by your connections.

The admiration seeps out of them like waterfalls. There's envy from everyone, you're used to it.

Except for one person—one person doesn't have envy nor admiration, they have determination.

Monza is a crowded track. You're sure to stumble upon a few happy Tifosis out there. Outside of that, you meet Franco Colapinto.

You don't keep track of the people who go in and out of a race. Too much action happens in Formula 1 these days. Replacement is a constant.

Franco approaches you along the food stalls around the paddock. He calls you by your name.

"Yes, right? That's you?" His accent is a bit too thick, yet you understand him well.

"Yeah, hi." You smile at him, your hunger sated and distracted once you lay your eyes on him. "You're the replacement driver for LS, right?"

He smiles like he's proud of that fact. "Franco Colapinto," he's not just a replacement is the statement he's trying to say, you believe. "How's the food?"

Funnily enough, he doesn't bring up your dad or your team for the first hour you meet him. It's a Thursday and the drivers are usually needed for media day.

You expect this man to be a highlight of reporters' headlines. Yet here he is, talking to you instead about his deep affiliation to Ferrari. Right. Everyone's a Ferrari fan.

You're walking right in front of your garage—conveniently right beside his. "I need to go. I need to check with the car while the drivers are busy."

"Of course," he smiles, you can see the way his eyes squint. "I also have, ah, stuff to do, yeah. Talk to you later?"

A laugh wants to escape. "Good luck, Franco."

Rejection isn't an easy thing. Franco might be blind to it.

Sunday is rather easy. Though both Ferraris are leading the race, Max is never that far behind. McLaren follows behind. Then a Mercedes. There goes the William overtaking the other Mercedes—

Huh.

The sudden excitement from the commentators made you realise what happened. COL has overtaken RUS, pushing the other back into P10.

That is... impressive for a Williams. All things considered, his teammate is around 19 seconds behind him. He's driving that truck to the max speed.

While the team applauds a nice P4-5 finish, it's Colapinto you're looking at. He finishes his first race in F1 with a solid P7, socring points immediately.

His radio is excited, screaming in delight. Not bad when his teammate is stuck without points.

'Let's ******* go! **** yeah! Hah... Haha. Will you talk to me then?'

Everyone else is confused to what he meant by that. You, on the other hand, have a suspicion on what it is.

He's not really subtle now. The sky has gotten dark yet he waits for you to finish your Red Bull duties. Outside your garage, he's squatted against the wall with his head to his phone.

But as if he's magic, he turns his head up when you exit. He calls for you, standing immediately with a dog-like grin.

"You're done?"

"What are you doing here, Franco?" You were never one for subtlety.

He doesn't look surprised nor taken back by that. He decides to stop pretending as well, "How did you like my race? I think I did pretty good, no?"

You're tempted to just leave now. Nothing good is gonna come out of this. "Franco, right?" He nods. "I'm not in charge of who's sitting on what seat."

"The second seat, yes? The one that's currently 14th place in the standings?"

A sigh escapes you. This man is about to give you a fucking headache.

"Come on," he says, following after you as you start to make your steps out of this conversation. "You saw me out there, yes? In a Red Bull, I could have driven it from P16 to P1. Trust me."

The confidence in this kid is almost admirable.

"We're not interested."

"Aye, come on. Even just think about it? Maybe even just mention my name, yes? Say to your dad, 'Wow, Franco drove good in a Williams.' Right?"

Your car is parked right beside his, funnily enough. "Goodnight, Franco."

He's not fazed as he chuckles, "Goodnight!"

SUNDAY - AZERBAIJAN GRAND PRIX 2024

Despite everything, your eyes are on Franco the entire race. You do put your head in the right space when you see the engineers rustling. COL, though, continues to inch closer and closer to your drivers.

When Checo crashes out, Franco wins P5. Jesus Christ.

When Croft mentions it, you briefly see the expression on your dad's face. He's always just a bit neutral but you see a flash of satisfaction.

Fuck. Are you really going to do this?

It seems pretty reasonable to at least compliment Franco in his drivings. Still, you can't get rid of the stupid shit eating grin he has out of your head. All you're left is with the realisation that he could possible drive P16 to P1.

Before you could do anything about it, you get a horrible fucking call.

"Jesus Christ, I told you to stop calling me!" you scream into your phone after finding a quieter place to call.

It's far from the people. The race has ended and you get a call from your ex. All fine, of course. Just that you're seething with anger.

"I would die before I see your face again, you know that? And—... fuck you! My sex life has nothing to do with you, you piece of shit!"

Okay, he was a good fuck. You haven't had a good fuck in a while.

"Go fuck yourself. If you drunk dial me again, I'm going to file a restraining order in every country possible."

It's embarassing enough that you haven't blocked his number yet, however it's not more embarassing than turning around to see Franco. He looks worried.

"Shit, sorry you had to listen to that," you run a hand through your hair. You're stressed. "It's just getting to me."

"Your, ah, sex life?"

The race. Your ex. Your sex life, yes.

"Sure." You don't have much energy with this. "Sorry again. I'm just gonna—"

"Wait."

Franco holds his arm out, preventing you from leaving. He's seriously one bold rookie. "I'm gonna go out for a drink. Celebrate my P5 with me?"

You laugh. "Shouldn't you be celebrating with your team?"

He shakes his head as if it's normal not to. "I wanna celebrate with you instead. I promise I won't talk about work at all. Promise."

You're an idiot to trust him. You've been alive for years and yet this may be the stupidest thing you've ever done. He manages to get you in a bar and offer up drinks in the quiet of the corner. He's smiling and talking about anything, joking around to get your head out of its drowning state.

He's practically glowing under the warm light of the bar. A smile is consistently on his face. You can feel the radiation of comfort coming from him—or is that the alcohol?

That's a lie. You barely drunk. The thought of releasing all your pented up stress on him is a sober decision.

"Franco."

"Yes?"

You sigh. "Fuck me."

The driver isn't drunk either, you're sure of it. He's had only one glass and it wasn't even finished. It's unbelievable how easy this man is. In his hotel room, you're being pushed on your knees to accomodate his cock.

It's been too long since you had someone inside of you. You're practically shaking with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His face is red with the heat, groaning like he's the one being fucked.

"Shit," he curses, "You're so... oh, puta (fuck)."

You want to put his mouth to better use. Without another word, you press your lips against his. He feels hot and warm. His bare skin against you heats up your own body. The feeling of his cock twitching to thrust in you is intoxicating.

"Mff.. Fuck me," you can barely speak, his tongue trying its best to pry your mouth open. "Fuck me- ahh."

He's setting the pace too fast. You reach a hand up to hold the headboard, crying out with each thrust. It feels too fucking good to stop. Locking your legs around his waist, you're silently begging him to fuck into you deeper.

His breath is getting heavy. Both of your bodies are getting drenched from the sweat of sex. Every part of you is writhing from the pleasure. Every fucking thrust inside feels way too good.

Pulling away from the kiss, he goes to mouth your earlobe. "So good for me," he moans, hips pistoning coordinately. "So tight for me, amor (love). Fuck, you feel so... agh."

Franco fumbles his words as he takes your legs away from his waist. You'd be worried if he hadn't grabbed you from under your knees and fucked you deeper like that.

Immediately, you came. A gasp is taken out of you as you clench down on his cock. He's rushing to reach his orgasm, filling the rubber with his spend.

The decision is a disaster. Franco is lying on top of you, still hard, and kissing your body like it deserves to be worshipped.

Like this, your mind drifts away from everything. Red Bull, his seat, the phone call. You're lying still with his cock throbbing inside of your cunt, practically begging to go again.

"Why... why are you still hard?" you manage to whisper.

You don't think you ever saw this man embarassed. "I, ah, I usually cum at least twice... or more by my own."

Shit. Fuck. Fucking hell.

"Okay, yeah. I can do it again—wait, Franco!"

He's flipping you on your stomach and fucking you from behind. The pace is the same, if not harsher than earlier. The new position has you struggling for grip. Your knees feel weak as he plows you from behind, his chest right against your back.

"Can't believe you're so-... so into this, huh?" he says, muttering against your skin. "You like it when younger men take you just like this, huh? You like it?"

If you could look at yourself, you'd be able to see how your entire body shivers at the comment. You want to say no. You want to deny.

His hand comes to your chin and makes you look up at him, slightly stretching it.

"Look at me, baby, so fucking sweet for me. Gonna split open on my cock and you're gonna put me in a seat for next year."

Your head drops back down. There's not a single strength in you to retort back at that. He's fucking you way too good and you're whimpering from the overstimulation.

He stopped talking but his words echo in your head. Your pussy tightens up when both of you reach your climax again.

Franco is kinder after sex. He cleans you up, helps you to the bathroom to help you take a piss (embarassing, by the way) and tucks you in his bed. The difference is so odd that you're asking yourself if you hallucinated him saying that. He doesn't even bring it up.

The next race pulls up and he smiles at you from afar. You're walking with your dad, him signing some fan's merch. When they leave, you nudge him.

"Have you noticed how Franco drives?"

@delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @bicchaan @fallingforpvris @rtorresblog @Tribbisweetdear @Jamie2305

FOOTNOTE ────── the colapinto brainrot got to me. please i beg he's not washed he just got a worse version of the car (iirc). let my boy DRIVEE