#recreated character

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP is a chinese cosplayer and professional volleyball player and too tall to fit in the cab on his way to comic con（cr 如你所见老子是奇行）

Cnetizens:

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

do you want to make your own fake sekai 2*s but dont have a blank version of the background? look no further, ive got a free to use set of both original and anni3 2* blank backgrounds that i created myself! (link is to a google drive folder with all the individual backgrounds)

i made these while making my own fake events, but then i made all the different versions, so i figured i might as well share them with everyone (*^▽^*) have fun, use them for making your own 2*s for ocs and events and whatever else you might think of without needing to worry about the backgrounds!

[mienar]

stillness in these waking hours

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[filurig]

deer and heron

[fudgecake-charlie]

you're never gonna see me this active again i'm afraid. the brainworms are taking me over (60% chance of even more DE portraits coming up)

[pharawee]

But you're the one who started this, right?

—Bonus: Love in the Air Thailand » Gifset Comparison

[d-z20]

After Hours (NSFW)

Pairing: Jennifer Barkley x Reader

Summary: After a long, draining day, Jen Barkley is left feeling unusually exhausted, but a quiet night at home provides the perfect opportunity for you to step in and offer some much-needed relief.

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You give her a massage as an excuse to undress her, which leads to you fucking her, which results in her fucking you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, switch Jen, switch reader, spitting, alcohol, fingering (both recv), oral (J recv), passing mention of overstimulation

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Writing for a new character so I decided to switch up my style a bit and write in the past tense, I usually do present tense for reader insert because I like to imagine it's happening as I write but that's just me 🤷. Read the request

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The hum of the city’s nightlife filtered through the open windows of Jen Barkley’s lavish home, the faint glow of lights casting restless patterns on the walls. Jen was perched on the edge of her couch, legs crossed, a glass of wine dangling loosely in one hand. Her phone buzzed relentlessly on the coffee table, but for once, she ignored it, staring at the floor as though the weight of the day had finally caught up to her.

You watched her from the doorway, noting the tight line of her shoulders and the way her usually sharp eyes seemed dulled. “Tough day?” you asked softly, stepping into the room.

“Darling, if it were just tough, I’d be fine,” she quipped, but there was no spark behind her words. She glanced at you, her lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "It’s been a soul-sucker," she sighed before rolling her shoulders and giving you a grin. "But I suppose if I drink enough of that wine, I’ll forget all about it.”

“Maybe you should let me help,” you said, crossing to her and plucking the wine glass from her hand. She arched a brow but didn’t protest as you set it aside. “Come on.”

She let you pull her to her feet, following as you led her to the bedroom. The city’s glow seeped through the curtains, painting the room in a soft haze of blues and golds. Jen sank onto the edge of the bed, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and exhaustion.

“What exactly are you up to?” she asked, her voice low, tinged with amusement.

“Just relax,” you murmured, slotting in behind her. Your hands slid onto her shoulders, firm but gentle as you began to work at the knots you could feel beneath the fabric of her blouse. She tensed at first, but as your thumbs pressed into a particularly tight spot, a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“You might be onto something,” she admitted, her head falling forward slightly. “Keep going.”

You smiled, your hands moving with more confidence now, tracing the elegant line of her neck and shoulders, then down her back. Her breaths grew slower, deeper, each exhale a release of tension. When your hands slid under her blouse, she didn’t stop you, leaning into your touch instead.

“Jen,” you hummed, leaning closer, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Her laugh was low and rich, and when she tilted her head back to look at you, the spark you’d been missing was there, burning bright. “Alright, sweetheart, I’ll bite. Show me what you’ve got.”

Your response was a teasing smile as you slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Her hands caught your waist, pulling you closer as she shifted to face you fully. The air between you grew charged, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

Her lips met yours in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was demanding and consuming, her fingers curling into your top as though she couldn’t pull you close enough. You matched her fervour, your hands tangling in her hair, the silky strands slipping through your fingers as the kiss deepened.

Jen’s hands moved with purpose, sliding under your top and tracing the contours of your waist and back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She tugged the fabric upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head before claiming your lips again. Her touch was everywhere, her movements precise yet passionate, leaving no doubt about who was in control.

But you weren’t about to let her dominate entirely. Your hands found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease and sliding the straps down her arms. She let out a soft hum of approval, her lips curving into a smirk against your mouth.

“Impressive,” she sighed, her voice husky. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Just waiting for the right moment,” you retort, your lips trailing down her jaw to the delicate curve of her neck. She tilted her head back, giving you access, her breath hitching as your teeth grazed her skin.

Jen’s hands guided you onto the bed, her body pressing against yours, every movement deliberate and intoxicating. With a slow, knowing smirk, she reached for the waistband of her pants, undoing them with practiced ease before sliding them down her legs and kicking them off. You barely had a second to admire the view before she turned her attention to you, her hands skating over your bare torso before dipping lower.

"You're a little overdressed, sweetheart," she mused, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and tugging them down in one smooth motion. A pleased hum escaped her lips as she took you in, her gaze raking over every inch of newly exposed skin.

Now, with nothing between you, the heat built rapidly—each touch, each kiss, each whispered word fanning the flames. Your fingers slid along her inner thigh, testing her resolve until she let out a soft growl of frustration.

“You’re such a tease,” she muttered, her nails digging lightly into your hips.

“You love it,” you shot back, your voice breathless. When your lips moved down her body, your tongue tracing over her skin, the tension in her melted into a series of gasps and quiet moans that made you ache with need.

And then she grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so your eyes locked with hers. That spark was back, blazing now. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before I take over,” she said, her tone a challenge, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.

You hesitated only for a fraction of a second before a slow grin spread across your lips. If Jen thought she was setting the terms, she had another thing coming. You were determined to unravel her completely, to leave her too blissed-out to even think about reclaiming control. Your hand crept down between her thighs, fingertips teasing, and the damp heat you found there sent a thrill through you. She was already so worked up, her breath catching as you traced over her centre with slow, torturous precision.

Your fingers circled her clit, barely there at first, just enough to make her hips twitch. A soft, impatient whimper slipped from her lips, her grip on your hair tightening. Emboldened, you pressed more firmly, revelling in the way her body responded to you. Then, without warning, you slid down between her thighs, replacing your fingers with the hot press of your tongue, dragging slow, deliberate circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves. The sharp gasp she let out sent a pulse of satisfaction straight through you.

Her thighs trembled around your head as you worked her with practiced ease, the rhythm of your tongue relentless, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. When you finally slipped two fingers inside her, curling just right, her head fell back against the pillows, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan. You could feel her body tightening, could hear the desperate way she gasped your name, and you knew she was getting close.

Gathering her slick arousal, you pulled back just enough to let it collect on your tongue before spitting it back down onto her pussy, the wet sound echoing through the room. The sudden sensation made Jen moan loudly, her hips jerking as you kept your fingers pumping inside her, pressing in a way that made her body clench around you.

Then you sealed your lips around her clit, sucking hard while flicking your tongue rapidly against the swollen bundle of nerves. Jen’s breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair as her body locked up for a single, agonising second—then she shattered. A sharp cry left her lips as pleasure tore through her, her thighs squeezing around your head and shoulders as wave after wave of release crashed over her. She shivered, her chest rising sharply as her smirk widened, her fingers still tangled in your hair, holding you exactly where she wanted you.

“You’re eager. I like that,” she purred, pulling you back up for a kiss that was anything but gentle. 

You barely had time to catch your breath before she was on you again, her lips devouring yours with renewed hunger. You gasped against her mouth, shocked at how quickly she had recovered, the previous haze of pleasure doing nothing to slow her down. 

She smirked knowingly, as if reading your thoughts. "Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. “I always know what’s coming. That’s why I’m always two steps ahead.”

Her teeth caught your bottom lip, sharp but not cruel, sending a pulse of heat straight through you. Her hands moved with practiced ease, tracing down your body, guiding you with a mixture of firm control and teasing restraint. Whatever dominance you had held moments ago was completely gone—Jen had reclaimed it, and she wielded it effortlessly.

She pushed you back onto the sheets, her fingers trailing between your thighs, finding you soaked and needy. Her laugh was low, indulgent. “So worked up already just from fucking me?” she mused before running two fingers through your slick folds, gathering the evidence of your arousal. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled her hand back and let a slow string of spit drip down between your legs, mixing with the wetness there before spreading it with deliberate, torturous strokes. The sensation made your entire body jolt, a whimper escaping your lips.

“You like that?” she taunted, circling your bud with slow, lazy movements that only made the ache grow worse. “You’re lucky you put me in a good mood.” And then her pace changed—two fingers pushed into you in one fluid motion, curling expertly, her thumb pressing against your clit just right. Her movements were unrelenting and precise, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Let’s go, darling—I don’t have all night.,” she commanded, her voice velvety and firm, sending a shiver down your spine. Her lips trailed hotly along your throat before she bit down lightly at the curve of your shoulder. The sharp contrast of her teeth against your sensitive skin only heightened the pleasure, making your entire body tense beneath her, a guttural moan sounding from the back of your throat.

Her fingers never faltered, pressing deep inside you, dragging you mercilessly toward the edge. Every stroke sent another wave of pleasure rolling through you, your thighs trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Your breath hitched, a desperate whimper escaping your lips as she sped up.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She teased, her voice thick with satisfaction, like she was savouring every second. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

The pressure built like a tidal wave, your entire body tightening as if bracing for impact. Every touch, every flick of her wrist, every teasing whisper sent you spiralling closer. And then—

It broke.

Pleasure crashed over you, slamming through your body like a dam bursting, leaving you quivering beneath her. A strangled moan tore from your throat as your hips bucked into her touch, your fingers grasping at the sheets, at her, at anything to ground yourself. Jen didn’t stop—not yet at least. She worked you through your orgasm, drawing out every last aftershock until you were utterly spent, your body shuddering with overstimulation.

Only then did she ease up, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched you try to catch your breath. Her hands, once commanding and relentless, softened as she traced lazy patterns across your skin; her touch now featherlight. She pressed a slow, lingering kiss just above your navel, then another just below your ribs, her lips trailing a path up your stomach, over your collarbone, along the line of your jaw, until finally, she captured your lips in a kiss that was almost unbearably tender.

When she finally collapsed beside you, her chest rising and falling in time with yours, the tension that had gripped her earlier was gone, replaced by a languid satisfaction.

“You,” she said, her voice laced with amusement, “are a very dangerous distraction.”

“You needed it,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Jen’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” she murmured. “I’ll expect a repeat performance.”

You laughed softly. “Anytime, Jen.”

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don't worry guys I didn't forget I'm supposed to write fics and not just post about how much I find older women attractive :P

I kept forgetting this was a Jen fic and not an Agatha fic 😭😭

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taglist: @aceday @danveration @alwaysharmony @idkwhatever580 @lostbutlovely33

[acevity]

gangle makes zooble look soo cool in her art sometimes [she does so many studies of them she can draw them from memory]

transcript in case my handwriting is illegible Zooble: Wow. You made me look cool. Gangle: You're always cool looking!! Zooble: ... Gangle: Okay! Maybe I took some.. creative liberties. But i meant it! You're so cool all the time! Zooble: ... thanks.

[mr-payjay]

idk how to organize these. there's a fan gijinka and s3 + s1 balloon gijinkas here and some tawog. colourful doodle page was a Gift :) drag oj design (Clementine Seltzer) by @t4twerewolves (who the gift was for, also)

[bugsandboos]

reading everyone’s thoughts on the london special and marinette’s actions have given me a serious case of deja vu in relation to the s5 finale, here’s why

a very very VERY common reaction from the fandom i saw to the finale was “why are the writers letting gabriel get away with being a hero why isn’t he being held accountable horrible finale horrible writing i hate this show etc etc etc”

before i share my thoughts on this for like the thousandth time i just wanna mention i DID cry during the finale, partly because i was in shock and also because i HATED it. but now i genuinely believe it was one of if not the smartest thing the ml writers have ever conjured up and i just. fucking love it. (point is: i understand disliking it. that was me at some point, until i began to consider the implications of the “ending”)

similarly, a reaction i’ve seen to the london special (mainly from ml salters) is “why would the writers let marinette lie to the world when it’s so clearly morally wrong she’s such a horrible person she needs to be held accountable blah blah blah”

something both the s5 finale and the london special share is that THE ACTIONS THAT TAKE PLACE IN BOTH. ARE NOT MEANT. TO SIT WELL WITH THE AUDIENCE

NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “gabriel was actually a hero because he made one selfless decision (that wasn’t even that selfless?????)”. NO writer on ml is trying to convince a fan that “marinette is completely right for hiding the truth about gabriel from not only adrien but also the whole world!!!!!! no one should ever find out!!!”

the entire point of the finale and special is to make the viewer uncomfortable, as we watch marinette sit with her questionable choices, watch adrien refer to his father as a hero and watch their class throw a party. none of this is supposed to make us feel at peace with the way this arc has concluded.

what people seem to be missing is that even if the s1-s5 arc has ended, the s6 arc is just beginning, CENTERED AROUND THE CHOICES THAT HAVE MADE US AS THE AUDIENCE FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE!! you’re completely ignoring the way the plot is set up if you think the writers are going to neglect gabriel’s storyline, because it is far from over.

i think it’s also important to mention that neither marinette nor adrien are at peace with what’s happened (even if that was implied during the s5 finale—the london special has provided us with this new information on their emotional statuses). marinette is clearly being eaten alive by guilt, seeking confirmation throughout the entire special that protecting adrien from the truth was the morally correct decision. adrien was obviously affected by his father’s death (contrasting the idea that he just “threw a party” without any emotional backlash), and will undoubtedly learn to grapple with his conflicting feelings on gabriel’s character throughout s6 (he sacrificed himself??? but he abused me??? but he saved ladybug and nathalie????? but he apparently assisted monarch?????)

POINT IS

no one is meant to be satisfied with the way things are in the miraculous universe at the moment. you aren’t supposed to want the truth about what really went down during recreation to stay hidden. if you feel uncomfortable with the current situation our main characters are in, GOOD! please stop the discrediting the writers, because your discomfort means they have done their job well.

[catboyglover]

born to be the token sarcastic character in a sitcom, forced to be a real person

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #26

(I'm feeling angsty today.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Going Supernova

The GIW have discovered his identity, and they don't waste time on using this knowledge to their advantage. They spent the last six months creating a weapon that not only hurts ghosts but absolutely obliterates them down to their very cores. After testing it for so long on minor ghosts and then discovering the local ghostly menace's secret, they have the bright idea to make an example out of Danny.

They ambush him as he's fighting the invading ghost of the day. Their first shot misses and hits the ghost they're fighting. As soon as the shot lands, the ghost freezes in place with a look of dread and horror.

They look up at Danny with tears in their eyes and has only a few precious seconds to say, "Run," before their skin cracks and they shatter, the miniscule shards evaporating into nothingness.

Danny is petrified and grief-stricken over what he just witnessed that he doesn't have the time to even twitch before the GIW lock their sights back onto him and shoot him in the back.

Agony consumes him. His chest burns, and his ribs rattle with the effort it takes for him to breathe through the pain. The civilians who were still on the scene gasped in horror as they watched their local hero's chest start to crack and glow from within.

What the GIW didn't know was that Danny had just recently elevated to Ancient status due to helping Clockwork with the timestream. That and with his status as a halfa, what they did will end in nothing but disaster. (1)

Danny spots his parents, sister, and friends in the crowd. His parents watched in awe and excitement while his Jazz, Sam, and Tucker looked at him with horror-stricken disbelief. Knowing what's to come and not having enough time to explain, he gives them a wobbly smile.

"I'm so sorry."

He whips around and rockets straight up into the sky. He breaks through the atmosphere in a matter of seconds and continues to fly at breakneck speed away from the little green-blue planet he calls home. He has to get away. He can't destabilize so close to them. He has to go even further.

His form is steadily breaking off into pieces as his human and ghost half fight and fail to keep him together. He can feel his human half dying and his ghost half barely holding on by a thread. He can't stop, though. If he stops here, the Earth will be destroyed from the backlash.

He had no worry for himself. After all, stars die all the time. That doesn't mean that's the end for them. They just take on a new form or even help breathe new planets and galaxies into life.

'A star's death is not the end!' He comforts himself.

He only makes it a few light-years further before his energy fades out to nothing, and he slows to a halt. It's only then that Danny starts to panic alone in the vacuum of space. The furthest he's even been from home and the comfort of his friends and family.

"No. No, no, no, no." He repeats over and over. "Not far enough. Not far enough! I'm still too close!!" (2)

His stuttering heart rabbits inside his chest along with his crumbling core. He hugs himself tight with the false hope that maybe that would stop himself from falling apart. He cries for his family, his friends, his planet. His life and lives he's about to take through no fault of his own.

Because for a star to give life, they must first destroy. (3)

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry! Please!"

He sobs into his hands as the light of his core pulses one final time.

"Please." He whispers brokenly.

His core shatters, and he screams for the entire cosmos to hear. His form expands with immeasurable force and shakes the very foundations of creation. His desperate attempt to spare the Earth from his self-destruction was in vain as the waves of his shattered core ravaged the solar system and destroyed everything within its path.

The countless people and other creatures on Earth didn't even have time to blink before they were completely eradicated. Quick and painless but nonetheless gone.

It took centuries for everything to settle again.

It wasn't until countless millennium passed that the solar system began to take shape again. However, everything was reshaped and put back together as though with a child's memory of what it used to be from so long ago. Some things were bound to be different, like how Mars gained its own population of intelligent humanoid creatures. How Earth's own population started to develop extraordinary abilities and magic was able to be used more freely outside of supernatural species.

Soon, there were heroes popping up all over the universe of all shapes, sizes, and species. Some people were even reborn. They started remembering a life that, as far as they knew, never actually existed. How could it? None of the people they were before showed up in any records. There were records, of course. They just, unfortunately, no longer existed.

No one knew why, either. At least not until a magic user stumbled upon a tome belonging to what they knew as the Underworld. It told the story of a young boy who died too young and was destroyed from what he became afterward. How his destruction also destroyed the world despite the boy's efforts to save it.

This story was shared with the masses of people experiencing these memories of other lives, including the heroes who took up the mantle of keeping the Earth and other corners of the galaxy safe. They mourned the loss of a life so young, so bright and full of potential. They hoped that wherever the child ended up, that they were at peace.

Little did they know, the child was part of the universe itself, his very being woven into the fabric that makes up the night sky and everything that lays beyond. They can't see or hear him, but that precious child--the Ancient of Space--laid curled around the Milky Way itself with Earth cradled gently in his trembling hands.

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(1) Because of his status as the new Ancient of Space and the fact that he is half human/alive is the reason his destabilization took longer than the ghost he was previously fighting. An Ancient has immense power of the aspect of reality they control, and his human half was desperately trying to keep him alive. He can't live without his ghost half, though. It was also the power of his Ancient status that made his destabilization so explosive and damaging. However, him being a halfa is also what saved his existence in the end and allows him to still continue to be the Ancient of Space, as Space itself is always in a state of dying and rebirth. It just took several thousands of years to pull himself back into a semblance of what he previously was, but obviously irrevocably changed.

(2) According to scientists a supernova would have to be within 30-50 light-years to trigger a mass extinction on Earth. To be actually completely safe from one, however, it'd have to be 160 or more light-years away. Danny didn't even make it to 20 light-years before his core self-destructed, which is why he was panicking.

(3) As I'm sure most of you know, supernovae are essential to creating life, but that life is preceded by the death of said star.

(*) I haven't really thought of who would be reborn into which character. I originally thought of Jack Fenton being reborn as Bruce Wayne, but Bruce only disguises himself as a himbo while Jack actually is one. The only reason I thought it would work out it because 1) Jack's paranoia about ghosts and translating into Bruce's own paranoia 2) him regaining his past memories would explain his propensity to collect black-haired, blue eyed children because of his loss of Danny and 3) him and his relationship with Jason after he came back as Red Hood.

Other than that, I can't think of who any of the other characters might be. You can decide!

[tricoufamily]

did my challenge <3 came up w this story about a hitman who falls in love with his boss's new fiancé and they have an affair

[legitimatesatanspawn]

I remembered a Cosplay Magical Girl video game's demo was still installed so I decided to see if I could recreate some costumes in it.

Aika, Eclipse, and Lady DeVoid are from "I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl" by @kianamaiart

I wasn't expecting anything absolutely exact, but I'm surprised at how close I could manage it with Aika and Eclipse. RIP DeVoid, the skirt options didn't extend to Evil Villainess design schemes.

[thelesbianluthor]

A lot of people dislike the adult time line but I love watching hot milfs being awful and the actors in the show are far too good to not enjoy their scenes.

I am still side eyeing the writers for what happened with Lottie in episode 4 (especially with how Simone has been talking) and enjoying both timeline and the show doesn't mean that the writers can't do bullshit moves but I am gonna wait to see what they do with the cause of death and her last moments before I give my judgement on that choice.

I am well aware of what type of show Yellowjackets is and I have always had the idea that it will end with all of them dead at one point but knowing that doesn't exclude that I can find certain characters wasted. I still think that Lottie had so much potential to do more and it hurt like hell to see her go so early.