#slutty figurines

[lokisgoodgirl]

Right so I can’t reblog the main thread to ask this because it’s too spicy for my lil account BUT regarding the three different ‘parts’ do we know if this is a design that Disney has to approve of?? Does Tom know about this??? I have so many questions about who is involved/aware in the making of this.

WHOSE PARTS IS IT MODELLED FROM??

Also the boots are just the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. I’m weirdly into the boots. Just me?

I have a large collection of Loki stuff and my partner is chill about it and I tell guests that “Oh I just really relate to them.” but I’m not sure if I would get away with that excuse if I bought this one. Do you reckon your partner would be chill about it? I’m looking for any way to justify it.

Also are you gonna buy it? Do they do payment plans? So so many questions.

Sorry for the incoherent rambling but I’m sure you understand.

I meant to reply to this earlier and got distracted 😂by the way, important information... The cape moves back to reveal his 🍆

Does Disney have to approve?

I seriously doubt that 🤣The figurine is from Singapore and I'm sure that there is some kind of legal loophole involved. Which I think we can all be thankful for. Break the system!

The Boots

Are super sexy. The detail is just absolutely unbelievable. @muddyorbsblr shared pictures of the removable cocks with me and let me say friends the detail extends far beyond the boots. VEINS, Y'ALL. 😂🤣

Would Husband be Cool about it?

I mean he's pretty chill about most things but I think a figuring depicting a ridiculously hot, hard and spurting Lokes may be a bridge too far. 🤣🤣😂 Somehow I think his removable phalluses would mysteriously go missing piece by piece flushed down the loo.

Will I buy it?

It's days like this I'm thankful I don't drink because I would absolutely drunk purchase this at 2am. I really really want to, but I feel that the pictures will have to suffice. Which is fine.

Payment Plan.

You can pay a deposit and then the rest later 😂

@lokischambermaid @gigglingtigger @mochie85 @lovelysizzlingbluebird @peaches1958 @peachyjinx @cheekyscamp @muddyorbsblr @lunarnights95 @fictive-sl0th @holdmytesseract

[miffy-junot]

According to Pinterest, this is what Junot wears

[fruitzbat]

your first crush was michelangelo? the ninja turtle????

down horrendous. live action AND 2003.

idk, why do you like anyone? i guess seven year old me liked his verve; i had one of the 12in tall statuettes of him and he would guard the foot of my bed. but he was there for YEARS, and one girl saw it when she slept over at my house. a few days later i had a bunch of my classmates sit me down on the playground to tell me it was weird and that they wouldn't come over if i didn't get rid of him. so i donated him to goodwill. you know, as you do with any breakup.

[kensatou]

don’t cry babes… at least we have the slutty gojo figurine with interchangeable dongs

[kunosiu]

So, I was at work when CDJapan sends me a notification about new Naruto merch and it is THIS figurine:

Relaxed Kakashi in a slutty tank top? Yes, please!

(all pics under the cut)

[diorgirl444]

a week in outfits with sweetheart! reader… and dallas ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ •

• what sweetheart! reader wears & does in a typical week of her life + a peek into her camera roll! semi historically accurate but mainly just pretty stuff!!! • warnings: allusions to sex though not graphic, swearing, mentions of religion + not believing

she doesn’t see dallas much during the day of monday but when evening rolls around and she’s all sweet - smelling and soft after her bath, dressed in a nightdress and working on her diary/scrapbook she hears a tap! tap! tap! at her window! she eagerly opens it, smiling giddily her greaser boyfriend clambers in. they spent the night sharing cookies that she baked, telling stories about their day’s and he holds her till she falls asleep. when she wakes up he’s gone as her parents will kill her if they see him but she smiles at the dip in her bed from where he had once been.

dallas when drunk one night had promised her that he’d go antique shopping with her and that tuesday after school she decides to take him up on that offer. he’s grouchy to begin with but softens at all the old military stuff. he can see himself in the shoes of those boys, in a war of sorts himself. he’s also impressed by her ability to haggle prices down and she leaves with a basket filled with china figurines and a music box. when they get out into the warm sunlight she presses silver dog tags into his palm. saying “wear it with your st christopher and think of me dal”

wednesday is horse racing night for dallas and what sort of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t go to support him? she’s always so proud when she sees him out there racing on the dirt track and the confidence in his gaze gives her butterflies. she orders a shirley temple and brings a bag of books to read when it’s not one of dallas’s races. at the end to celebrate his inevitable victory they light sparklers. the hazy golden light reflects of his face and she wonders if he knows how beautiful he is.

on thursdays after he picks her up from school hang out with his friends and hers at the drive in. before they go to it though they stop at the fair where dallas wins her a pretty toy deer. she decides to name it bambi and tells dallas that it’s now their daughter so he better be nice to it. when they get to the drive in it’s a double feature showing of gidget which is one of her favourites and blue hawaii which she’s not so keen on. so after grabbing popcorn, cherry coke for her and pepsi for dallas they sit amongst his greaser friends and her soc girlfriends. by the time blue hawaii is on she’s started to get sleepy so dallas wraps his jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm and she snuggles into him clutching the deer plush.

friday’s are always parties at buck’s place and for reader it’s an excuse to dress up as pretty as possible + maybe kinda slutty for a change! beforehand dallas always steals the sickliest sweet drink he can find from a liquor store as that’s all she’ll touch. she’s also a total lightweight so the night tends to ends up one of three ways. one being that she’s so drunk that passes out and dallas has to begrudgingly tuck her into bed. another one being some jerk hits on her so dallas hits him. or both of their favourite options she doesn’t get drunk, dallas gets overwhelmed by the sight of her in that tiny dress and the two of them suspiciously disappear for the rest of the night…

saturday’s are her absolute favourite days when she can convince dallas to go to dances with her. when they first got together he said he didn’t wanna be involved with “all that soc shit” but one look at her all dolled up and the thought of how other guys might react had him shrugging on a smarter shirt and taking her to the local sock hop. he actually finds himself enjoying it as they play a lot of rock and roll that he likes and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world to get to slow dance with her at the end. afterwards they always stop at dq for greasy burgers, salty fries and creamy milkshakes. and he knows he is the luckiest guy to feel her knee press against his beneath the small table and to see her laughing so at ease.

and finally sundays are church days. her family are very devout christian’s so she’s been going since she was small. she enjoys the peace and quiet though she’s not sure if she actually believes in it all that much. and yeah maybe when her family are handing out the pie she’s made as a a sweet treat and trying to set her up with the pastor’s nerdy son she just might be creeping round the back to go make out with her boyfriend… aw young love, eh?

[lara-kaminari]

Mr. Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader (+18!)

Ominis Gaunt is not an easy man to satisfy.

Content warning: Explicit content, smut, nsfw, p in v

Ominis Gaunt is not an easy person to satisfy.

Mr. Gaunt likes a cup of unsweetened coffee waiting for him every morning on the left side of his desk, right under the lamp his best friend gave him when he returned from his honeymoon in Egypt. The cup should be at the perfect height so that Ominis can sit down and just reach out his hand to drink it.

Mr. Gaunt always likes to have lunch at the same time, in his office, without noise or distracting incidents. He likes a good piece of steak with mashed potatoes, the steak rare and the potatoes should be well trodden but should not be out of shape.

Everything must be perfect or the wrath of Mr. Gaunt will be unleashed.

She knew this, although her first time there she thought they were mere exaggerations. She was only there because her parents considered her a person incapable of taking care of herself and who “needs to know the real world.” Yeah, right, you steal a dragon's egg for a bet and suddenly you're a girl who needs to work in the summer to become a useful member of society.

But this does not feel like an adequate punishment to reform her.

It was a foolish mistake. She was in a hurry and didn't leave the cup exactly under the shade of the lamp, Ominis' hand over stretched and the object fell to the ground. A completely ruined morning. As if it couldn't get any worse, not only the mug fell, but also a small crystal figurine, a gift from the renowned bearer of ancient magic.

That's how she ended up nailed to the wall in the office, with her skirt and panties down, her tits exposed and her pussy being fucked mercilessly.

—Mr. Gaunt, please…

—Shut up, I don't want to hear your complaints.

His hips thrust deeper inside her, her wet pussy drawing him in barely able to hide her moans and in fear of being overheard by the workers in the joint room.

—O-ominis, wait, we can't be too…!

She barely manages to say another word, Ominis pushes her against the desk and rips off what little clothing she still had left. He doesn't care that her clothes are damaged or that she has to work overtime to replace the skirt that now has an unprofessional cut on one side.

Mr. Gaunt couldn't care less as he places one of his secretary's legs over his shoulders and slams his thick cock into her once again. Each thrust sends the girl's body bouncing up and down on the table, her hard, throbbing clit taking Ominis's rough caresses to her heart's content.

She reaches out to grab the sides of the desk and rolls her eyes as the head of her boss's cock slides perfectly against her g-spot. She could swear that the mere stimulation is about to make her cry.

—That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's why you piss me off, you just want this slutty cunt to be filled with my cum…

He's close, she'd be lying if she said she doesn't know when she's about to come and what her orgasms are like. Mr. Gaunt likes to cum inside her, especially when he's angry. Mr. Gaunt doesn't know that she has begun to enjoy that feeling.

A thick warmth fills her. Her body trembles once more, another orgasm rushes over her and her nails dig into the dull edge of the table. His cock continues to squirt and more cum pools in her loins. The man's seed leaks and squirts like a mess, but at least they are both satisfied.

Then it's like everything is back to normal until dismissal time when her parents come to pick her up. Everyone goes crazy when they see Sebastian Sallow and his amazing wife walk in.

Ominis Gaunt's best friends.

—How did my daughter behave today? I hope she didn't give you any trouble. —Said Sebastian.

—Not at all, she definitely didn't inherit your bad behavior.

—Very funny; darling, say goodbye to your uncle Ominis.

Ominis Gaunt is not easy to please, he has perfect standards. He is perfect. Impeccable. Flawless. Perhaps the only dirt on him is seen behind closed doors and she's not one to share his secret.

—See you tomorrow, Uncle Ominis.

[slutty-transformation-stories]

Always hide your history

In the quiet suburb of Willow Creek, there lived a girl named Luna. She was a quirky young woman with a penchant for anime and manga that often had her nose buried in a book or glued to a screen. Her room was a shrine to her favourite characters, posters plastered on the walls, plushies piled high on her bed, and figurines lining the shelves. Luna had a soft spot for the underdogs, the misunderstood heroes with hearts of gold. She saw herself in them, a kind soul in a world that didn't always get her. Her bright blue hair, which she dyed herself in the bathroom sink, was a declaration of her unique spirit. It was a stark contrast to the sea of sameness that washed over the neighbourhood.

Luna had been dating her high school sweetheart, Tim, for the past two years. He was a nice guy, the kind that opens doors and says "please" and "thank you." They had a comfortable relationship, but lately, she had been feeling a void she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was like a dull ache in her chest that grew sharper with every mundane date night spent watching movies she didn't really care about and sharing popcorn that tasted like cardboard.

One fateful afternoon, while Tim was out playing video games with his friends, Luna stumbled upon his internet history. Her curiosity piqued by the unusual search terms, she clicked on one of the links. What she found was a world of leather-clad biker babes, tattoos, and motorcycles that roared like beasts. The shock hit her like a punch to the gut. Her boyfriend, the same one who had held her hand through countless episodes of love is war was into something so...so...unexpected.

Her eyes scanned the screen, widening at the explicit images. Biker babes with curves like mountain ranges and skin-tight leather that left nothing to the imagination. The more she saw, the more she realized she didn't know Tim at all. His secret desires painted a picture of a man she had never met, a man who craved a wild side she didn't even know existed. Her mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out like neon in the dark: if that's what he wants, why isn't he with someone like that?

Her reflection in the computer screen stared back at her, a girl lost in a sea of pixels and doubt. Luna clicked off the tab and took a deep breath. The quiet hum of the computer was the only sound in the room, echoing her own turmoil. She stood up, her legs wobbly, and took in her own image in the full-length mirror by the door. Her usual schoolgirl outfit looked so...ordinary. So unexciting.

Her thoughts grew wild, like a garden left untended. Could she become one of those biker babes? Could she unleash a new version of herself that Tim would crave? An idea began to bloom in her mind, one that seemed both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She decided to start small, swapping her oversized sweatshirt for a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She had the curves; she just needed to show them off.

Luna's transformation was like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly, except it was more like a nerdy caterpillar turning into a slutty moth. She practiced pouting in the mirror, her full lips curling up at the edges in a way she had never done before. She watched YouTube tutorials on makeup and hair, learning to accentuate her features and give herself the edgy look that seemed to be all the rage in Tim's secret world.

Her first trip to the mall was a revelation. She felt like a spy in enemy territory as she navigated the racks of leather and lace. The tight dresses and skirts whispered promises of power and attention, and she couldn't resist their siren call. Her wallet lighter, she left with a bag full of clothes that made her heart race and her cheeks burn.

Days turned into weeks, and Luna's metamorphosis grew more pronounced. She traded her glasses for contacts, swapping her frumpy sweaters for tight-fitting tops that showcased her ample cleavage. Her once shy demeanor gave way to a sassy confidence that had heads turning and whispers following her wherever she went. She practiced her strut, her hips swaying with an unmistakable allure, and her voice dropped an octave to a sultry purr that made men's knees wobble.

Tim noticed the changes in Luna, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. He couldn't get enough of her new look, his compliments growing more frequent and more intense. He took her to biker bars and bike shows, where the scent of gasoline and leather mingled with the smoke of cigarettes and the purr of revving engines. Luna felt alive, the vibrations of the bikes resonating through her body like a bass line to a rock anthem.

But the more she delved into this world, the more she realized it wasn't just about the look. It was about the lifestyle, the danger, the thrill of the chase. The biker babes she saw didn't just wear the outfits; they lived the life. They had bad boy bikers wrapped around their fingers, men with tattoos that told stories of rebellion and hearts that beat to the rhythm of freedom. And the more she saw of them, the more she understood that Tim was just a tourist in this world, not a true inhabitant.

Her thoughts grew more intense, the need for a real man, a man with a monster cock, gnawing at her. She craved the feeling of being taken, claimed, and filled by someone who knew what it meant to live on the edge. Her dreams grew more vivid, starring bikers with hard abs and rough hands that knew just how to make her scream. She needed that kind of man to complete her transformation, to show her the kind of pleasure she had only read about in the pages of her books.

One evening, as she was leaving a particularly raunchy bike show, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find a towering figure, a biker with a grin that could make a saint sweat. His eyes, dark as the night, twinkled with mischief, and she could see the promise of something wild in their depths. His name was Rex, and he was everything Tim wasn't. He had tattoos that snaked up his arms like vines, a beard that was more bristle than hair, and a cockiness that screamed "bad boy." Luna felt a jolt of electricity run through her as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're new around here, sweetheart," he drawled. "You need someone to show you the ropes."

Her heart racing, she nodded, unable to find her voice. Rex's hand found hers, his grip firm and commanding. He led her through the sea of bikes and people, his calloused hand a stark contrast to her soft, unblemished skin. They stopped at his bike, a beast of chrome and black that roared to life with a flick of his wrist. She straddled the seat behind him, her heart hammering in her chest as he revved the engine. The vibration traveled through her body, pulsing in time with her need.

As they sped through the night, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy, Luna felt a strange sense of belonging. This was what she had been craving, the raw power and excitement that Tim could never give her. When they pulled up to a grungy biker bar, the smell of leather and lust hit her like a wall. Inside, the air was thick with the promise of unbridled passion and rebellion. Rex guided her to a corner booth, his hand possessive on her waist.

He ordered them drinks, his eyes never leaving hers as she sipped the amber liquid. It burned her throat, but she liked it. It made her feel alive. His gaze was intense, like a predator sizing up its prey, and she shivered with anticipation. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that sent waves of heat through her body. "You've got a sweet little body, Luna," he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "But I bet that tight pussy of yours has never been stretched by a real man."

Her cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "What do you mean?"

Rex's grin grew wider, his teeth gleaming in the dim bar light. "You know what I mean," he said, his hand inching higher up her thigh. "You're dressed like a biker babe, but you still got that innocent look in your eyes. I bet you've never had a real man fuck you like you need to be fucked."

Luna's breath hitched, her body responding to his words like a well-tuned instrument. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants. She had read about this, had seen it in the pages of her manga, but never experienced it. She had always been the good girl, the one who played it safe. But now, with Rex's hand on her, she wanted to know what it felt like to be taken, to be claimed by someone who knew what they were doing.

The music in the bar grew louder, the bass thumping in time with her racing heart. She could feel the eyes of the other bikers on her, a mix of lust and challenge. They knew she didn't belong here, but she didn't care. She wanted to be part of this world, to feel the rush of adrenaline and the heat of passion that seemed to be baked into the very air. Rex leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You want to know what it's like, don't you?"

Luna nodded, unable to form words as his hand moved to the zipper of her skirt. He slid it down, the leather whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, feeling the coolness of the concrete floor under her heels. His eyes raked over her, taking in her lacy lingerie, and she felt a thrill of power. This was what she had become, a creature of desire, a biker bimbo ready to be claimed by the biggest, baddest dick around.

Rex stood, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. He reached down, wrapping a hand around her throat, and pulled her to her feet. She gasped, her pulse racing as he led her through the crowded bar, his grip tight. The other bikers parted for them, their eyes glued to Luna's exposed body. She felt like a prize on display, and she liked it. She craved the raw, animalistic desire in their gazes.

In the back of the bar, there was a room with a heavy door. Rex pushed her through it, and she stumbled into a dimly lit space that smelled of sweat and sex. The walls were lined with leather benches, and there was a mattress on the floor, stained with a history she didn't dare to think about. He sat her down, his hand sliding up her chest to cup her breast. "You're mine now, babe," he growled, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with anyone other than Tim, and the thought of Rex's massive cock filling her was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the allure of the danger that danced in his eyes.

Rex noticed her apprehension and took it as a challenge. He smirked, his calloused hands reaching for the hem of her top. He yanked it over her head, exposing her ample breasts to the cool air. They bounced slightly, the lacy bra barely containing them. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her skin as he whispered, "You're going to love it, baby. You're going to love how a real man makes you feel."

Her heart pounding, Luna could feel the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach. She had read about this in her manga, the moment where the heroine gives in to her desires and finds her true self. She wanted to be that girl, the one who didn't just read about wild sex, but lived it. And as Rex's rough hands unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill out, she knew that she was on the precipice of something she could never go back from

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes drinking in her exposed flesh like a man dying of thirst. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid down her torso, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, leaving her bare and vulnerable before him. She shivered, her legs parting slightly as if inviting him in.

Rex stepped back, his gaze raking over her body like a painter admiring his canvas. He unbuckled his belt, the leather jingling like a cowboy's spurs, and his pants fell to the floor, revealing the monster cock she had been fantasizing about. It stood proud and thick, a testament to his virility. The sight of it made Luna's mouth water, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

He wasted no time, pushing her down onto the mattress and spreading her legs wide. She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against her entrance, and she gasped as he pushed in, filling her completely. He fucked her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air, his hips pistoning as he claimed her over and over again. She had never felt so full, so alive. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Her nails dug into the mattress as he pounded into her, her body responding to his every command. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a siren's call. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling.

Rex chuckled, his strokes slowing as he enjoyed the sight of her quivering beneath him. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "You're a natural."

Luna lay there, her body a trembling mess, as Rex pulled out of her. She felt empty, used, and absolutely amazing. Her pussy was stretched and sore, leaking cum like a river after a storm. She had never felt so alive, so...desired. Rex rolled off her, his own chest heaving with exertion. He reached for his discarded shirt, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning to her with a grin. "Ready for round two?"

Her body screamed for a break, but she couldn't resist the challenge in his eyes. She nodded, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he slammed back into her. He was relentless, his monster cock pounding into her like a battering ram. The room was a blur of leather and chrome, the smell of sex and gasoline filling her nose. She was lost in the moment, her body no longer her own, but an instrument of pleasure for this bad boy biker.

Tim was a distant memory now, a forgotten toy from a childhood long past. She had tasted the life she truly craved, and it was nothing like the vanilla existence she had been living. With every thrust, she felt more and more like she belonged to the gang, like one of their biker bimbo conquests. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation, the pain and pleasure blurring into a heavy cocktail that had her begging for more.

As Rex claimed her again and again, Luna could feel the walls of her old life crumbling around her. She was no longer the sweet, innocent girl who had stumbled upon Tim's internet history. She was a creature of the night, a biker's plaything, a slut eager to serve. The thought sent a thrill through her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She was theirs, a willing participant in their games of lust and power.

This was the story chose by Ironpatriot for winning the art competition

[thathastagbiotch]

Run away

•Donatello x fugitive/on the run from the law! reader

•Romantic :D

•What if……vigilante meets cute thief?

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Oh no. See, you were currently being hunted by the police for stealing stuff from target. Why target? That’s literally the worst store to rob from, it’s been proven. Why couldn’t you think?

Moving on, you decided that the best tactic was to stay underground. Just for a while. Dress yourself up undercover until it blows over.

The police were hot on your trail. What target item requires this much security? Like genuinely, why are the police chasing you? That’s so stupid.

You hid in an alley. You quickly changed from your black suit(hey, what’s the point of stealing if you’re not looking slutty doing ur?) into a fluffy pink dress with a wave of your hand, and tied your hair into a ponytail.

Oh yeah, did I mention you’re a mutant? Well, kind of. You got caught in a radioactive nuclear blast that resulted in you getting random pink splotches on your body(work with me here, I’m just spitballing) and some cool powers. You were like, Eleven, but more badass.

The police were searching the block, looking for you. Seriously, what did you steal? You just stole a cool looking figurine from the back of the target supply room that was held in a glass box. No biggie. Nonetheless, you needed to hide, and fast. You quickly used your powers to move a manhole cover, and climbed down into the sewers.

Wow. You have been reduced to this. A rat. A pink, thief, rich, rat. Not a desirable outcome, I must admit. Nonetheless, you could back this. It’s got lots of space, a bunch of exits, and it’s stealthy.

Eh, who are you kidding? You’re in the fucking sewers. It’s the pits. It’s where all the dumped human feces go. And you’ve gotta chill here for the next, what, month?

You wandered around. Some many twists and turns, so many different ways to go and get lost. You began to map out everything in your little pocket sketchbook. Atleast you wouldn’t get lost.

Anywa- wait. Is that…..sounds? Like a Lou Jitsu movie? Le gasp! Lou Jitsu is like, the greatest action hero of all time! Whatever was going on, you had to check it out.

When you reached the sound, you found out that someone had made a home in the sewers. With a bed. And a tv. And FOOD! God, you were hungry. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak in, grab some food, and leave, right? You’ve been reduced to common thief anyway, might as well.

So you teleported in. You looked through the kitchen till you spotted something. Something glorious. A box of pizza. You quickly reached in to grab a slice when ‘knocks down entire pile of pots and pans cutely’.

So much for inconspicuous..

Whatever. You quickly grabbed the pizza and began to eat silently. Not your idea of a perfect Sunday, but it’s cool. Suddenly, you heard someone come around the corner.

“Raph, I’m telling you, there’s no one in the kitche-“

What the hell is that? Is-is that a fucking mutant turtle? Sorry, turtles?

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“

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Hehe. You like? Took three days.

Part 1(ur here), Part two

[cyn--ical]

Autumn

Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Sibling 

*moments of months with Jeremiah until next Summer -takes place between the first and second seasons*

The soft crackles and hisses of the fading fireplace filtered in through the double french doors, leading in from the living room and into the dining room. The house smelt like cinnamon and sandalwood and you were starting to get a headache

"Mom I have to leave now if I wanna be ready by 9" you sighed

"-Anddd you can, just after you help me finish this" she said motioning to the boxes of what she liked to call Susannah's 'Martha Stewart collection'

Laurel walked around the white marble dining table and took both your hands in hers, bringing them up to her lips "Honey you're so much better at this than I am, and I just want it to feel like her autumn before they get back" she whispered

"Why can't I ever say no to you" you groaned, leaning into your mom for a hug

"Oh the drama" She laughs, giving your hair an affectionate tussle, before pulling out another glass pumpkin from one of the many boxes that lined the kitchen counter

You'd just finished perfectly positioning the last of Susannah's decorations when you heard the locks on the front door

"We're back" Jere's voice echoed through the hall

You rushed out to meet Susannah before Laurel could fuss her upstairs

"Do you like it?" you asked, your heart sinking at how small and tired she looked as you walked her around, showing off what you'd spent the last hour and half doing

Jere lingered behind, ready to take his mothers hand at any slight stumble in her step

"AD couldn't have done it better darling" Susannah smiled, pulling you into her teddy coat, leaving a kiss on the top of your head

"Laurel! she's even remembered the little squirrels on the mantel" Susannah squealed, pointing excitedly at the little family of figurines dressed in checkered coats

Everyone loved seeing her this way, all giddy and full of life over the smallest things, these moments were rare and they held onto the them as long as they could

"She definitely got switched at birth, y/n's you all over" Laurel laughed

"My first girl" Susannah sighed, squeezing your hand tighter. You could see a tear start to sparkle in her eyes and you knew your mom hadn't missed it either

"Alright, alright, god, you're worse than my mother in law, Beck" Laurel rolled her eyes, gently putting a hand on Susannah's back, leading her towards the stairs

"You two have fun tonight and I want lots of pictures" Susannah grinned at you and Jere, sharing a look between you both as Laurel glared at her and up the stairs

"Take care of her Jeremiah" Laurel said, as she started to make her way up as well "-And no drinking" she called down, before you hear the soft click of Susannah's bedroom door

He'd been quiet this whole time and you knew that meant today hadn't gone well

"You know we don't have to go tonight"

"What..and miss seeing you in a slutty little outfit" Jere smirked raising an eyebrow at you

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, tiptoeing up you brought him into a hug. You could feel Jere's body relax against yours, the weight of the day rolling of his shoulders as your shared the pressure he carried. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and breathed in, it felt like the first breath he'd taken all day

"The Doctors said her treatment has plateaued, they said it gets worse before it gets better, but I don't think she's going to get better" His voice breaks as he says that and you feel helpless not being able to do anything but hold him tighter

"She will, they'll keep trying" you whispered into his hair

Jeremiah pulled away, wiping his eyes with a nonchalance

"So when do you wanna leave" he asked, clearing his throat

"Jere, we really don't have to go"

"I need to get out of this house" He snapped

"-I'm sorry" He sighed, seeing the look on your face, "I just can't deal with this stuff all the time and Conrad was supposed to come today"

You nodded your head in understanding. Belly was supposed to be here too, she'd been avoiding seeing Susannah a lot these days, she said it was too hard for her. Laurel had been furious with her for weeks now. But Belly was the youngest, she had been too young to remember the first time Susannah got really sick. It was a little selfish and you hated being your mom's go to emotional crutch but you tried not to blame Belly too much. Especially because you could see how much harder it had been on Jeremiah with Conrad

Susannah's constant need for picture perfection had made Jeremiah a chronic people pleaser and Conrad an anxious avoidant. One desperately wanting to be there for his mother but suffocating under the burden of doing it alone and the other stifled by the desire to be there for his brother and see it through together but struggling with his inherent need to bottle up and run at any sign of vulnerability. Both of them fighting to maintain the facade of the 'White picket fence Americana Fisher Family' like their mother had always wanted

The Conklin's being the only thing keeping them grounded in reality. However ugly it currently was, it was their only solace

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*not where I thought this story was going but, heres an exposition dump ¯\_(ツ)_/¯*

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

painting warhammer figurines is an incredibly slutty hobby, which is why i desperately want to start doing it,

[little-de-vil]

💔🥩 lathe

From this ask game

It has been like 2 months. And here it finally is. I love you, Lily and Lathe Sheraton (FC'ed by Drew Ray Tanner).

OH HELL YEAH, LATHE! What a great spin because I do think about him a lot even if I don’t have much written of him.

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

Good God, I think on a macro-level, he’s hurt his district the most, whereas on a micro-level, he’s hurt Madon the most (and vice versa). It’s all emotional because I don’t see him as a physically reactionary person, I prefer characters who brood internally because of both societal expectations and stereotypes of brutality that’s associated with both districts, 2 and 7. I don’t think he regrets it though.  I really love playing around with betrayal and what’s considered traitorous when it comes to being honest with who you are as a person and who you associate yourself with that goes against your community.  He’s always been someone of the 7 community that they could count on to bring good and honest work, and a little joy with small whittled figurines he makes for children, or carvings of loved ones for funerals or some such.  I wanted to highlight how his necessity to the community as a joyous being can quickly shift to a traitorous one. He is still necessary to the district as a woodcarver for work, but his whittleing work isn’t appreciated after he publicizes his relationship with Madon, who has been seen in the district negatively because of the Peacekeeping uniform, then doubly as a Snow, regardless of his distain for that name.  District 7 is not a district known for its hospitality, especially to its Peacekeepers.

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

He’s not a lumberjack by trade, his work is very dainty, detailed, careful. But he’s got a bunch of lumberjack friends and joins them occasionally if they need a few extra hands (see: axes). He takes all of his energy out there, he’s feral and wild (and he’s wearing his slutty little shorts😏), and allowed to be aggressive. 

[karkatmybeloved]

he’s a blood traitor bootlicker he’s a sweet young man he’s a suicidal fratricide he’s an ace pilot he murdered the emperor he’s the emperor’s silly rabbit i hate him i wanna pick apart his seams i want the $224 figurine of him in his slutty little knight costume

[themightyhumanbroom]

Was looking through my notes on my phone and decided to show the odd things I've wrote down that are either something a friend said, from a dream, myself, or unknown.

Mitch McConnell walks the long way around a table to kick Trump in the face with his chimp feet. (Dream)

Latest invasion sucked. No real fights. Like we got invaded by silicon valley. All hyped up too. (Unknown)

Brothers Labrynth one leads to victory and the other leads to unvictory. (Unknown)

Long rant about the folly of AI art being undercut by Weird AL passionately playing piano. (Dream)

Deaths caused by the lack of real understanding of semantics is an under reported statistic. (Me)

Lego figurine flies into Bigfoots sleeping mouth. He wakes up choking, spits it out and yells, "GOD YOU GUYS ALWAYS DO THIS!" (Dream)

At 1700s play premiere of Macbeth: "Look Gloria, I'm gonna throw this whole thing for content." (Friend)

Slutty one night smores. (Friend)

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi ghost ♥️ I don’t normally do this but I saw your call for eddie hcs and just had to answer—I love your writing since I discovered your blog and think you’re one of the coolest people. You’re so creative and so genuine and I love reading your fics and seeing you speaks with nons and mutuals :) but you’ve made me confident enough k submit something that’s been floating around in my head for a minute

Anyway, getting into it, I think Eddie wears a lot of shirts that don’t fit him at all. Wayne and him are in the trailer and Wayne works a lot and works night to try to bring in more money, so Eddie ~sells~ as that supplemental income for them—while it might not go to rent it probably goes to helping with utilities or buying groceries or gas for both their cars. Anything extra he’d rather spend on new D&D figurines and collectibles for Hellfire, or getting spare guitar amp plugs and parts, so he really never thinks about clothes.

Pants are less of a problem because he keeps a few staple pairs and one emergency fancy pair if he’d ever have a funeral or some outlandish nice occasion (h’ed totally busy them out for a fancy date). Our boy is getting so much second hand band merch—concerts he never went to for bands that he adores that happen to be thrift store finds. Shirts he’s owned for a long time that as he’s grown, have become just too small. They ride up when he’s stretching and gesticulating and show off his slutty little waist and happy trail, the sleeves hugging his arms even though he’s pretty lean, just showing that off. Other shirts that are too big are just hanging off him—the collar dipping low enough to show his chest tattoo sometimes, and he tucks them in under the guise of showing off some more hardware (his belts, chains, and bandana).

Really he wears his staple leather jacket/vest combo because a. it’s a piece of clothing he likes because it fits him and he’s been able to make it his own with all his collected patches and pins, but b. it also helps him cover up the fact that his shirts don’t fit as well as he might like. I think he’d also like the Hellfire shirts so much because of this—maybe they weren’t his idea but when they get brought up by Garrett or Jeff, he’s all for it, contributing to the design and putting in the work, helping the guys pool their money. So when he gets that shirt that they put so much work into and it’s made for him and no one else, it becomes all the more special. Screw the conformist dicks that make fun of him and the other Hellfire members, that’s his favorite shirt and he’s gonna wear it with pride.

i came on here looking for people to make me soft from eddie and you guys are being all sweet on me oh my goodness 😭 but i'm so happy to hear i've created a comfortable space, that's all i could really ask for - just one giant sleepover where we're all menaces but it's all in good fun <3

listen you had me getting all soft and even a lil sad with the money issues (too relatable truly), then you were getting me all hot and bothered with the idea of an accidental crop top on eddie or his stupid collarbones seriously why are collarbones getting me going? i gotta touch some grass, but then that last paragraph? the hellfire shirts? i'm a puddle, nonnie. an absolute puddle. thank you from the bottom of my heart this is going to haunt me.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

These are going to be in no particular order because if there is anything I hate, it's rating my faves or comparing them to each other.

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Geralt of Rivia - Multiple pieces of media

I first saw him in The Witcher series, then played The Witcher 3, then started reading the books. I am definitely obsessed with this man. And if I write too much on Geralt, I'm libel to make headcanons or maybe even an entire fic on just Geralt's hair or the way his eyes seem to glow under moonlight. See? Obsession. He is also my comfort character. I go to sleep and imagine running in the woods to this man. What the actual fuck?

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter (2018)

Seeing as how I am currently writing fic about this man, I think it goes to show this is a well-crafted yet moldable character and he can do no wrong in my opinion. Unless he dates Rachel, that's wrong in my opinion. She doesn't even have a last name.

Joel Miller - The Last of Us Games, The Last of Us series

Now I would be remiss to not mention Pedro's portrayal of Joel Miller (and that it solidified his status a my cool slutty daddy). But I must talk about how Troy Baker's voice in the game gave me strong Daddy vibes and gave me my second crush on a video game character after Lara Croft when I was a kid.

Ethan Hunt - Mission Impossible films (1996-Present)

If you know me, you know I have seen every Mission Impossible film since the first came out when I was 9. I was, and will most likely always be, obsessed with these movies. I love the heart-stopping action moments, the raw emotions, and I really like when Tom Cruise almost dies in every movie.

Peter Parker - Multiple pieces of media but I will focus on the films

In 2002, I was 15 and liked the older man that was Tobey Maguire (I was a superfan of his and of Peter). I had a Spider-man trapper keeper for goodness sake! In 2012, I was 25 and I was crushing on Andrew Garfield as a contemporary, someone in my age group. In 2017, I was turning 30 and had a crush on what, to me, seemed like a little boy in Tom Holland (he was over 18 but still). Either way, when asked what my favorite superhero is, I always say Spider-Man.

Bernadine Harris - Waiting to Exhale (1995)

I was 8 when this movie came out and my Momma let me watch it with her. Little did I know, my mother was ready to divorce my cheating father. This character spoke to me and continues to speak to me. I still see my Momma when I watch this movie. She was so badass. And so sexy.

Olaf - Frozen films

Fun fact: I used to collect snowman figurines and snow globes. Knowing this, my young niece made me watch the first film. Josh Gad as an inept snowman who loves the idea of summer is so fucking dramatic that I watched this movie on my own plenty of times. I love him so much and I just wanted to cuddle him.

Castiel - Supernatural (2005-2020)

I started watching Supernatural by watching the live airing of Simon Said, the worst episode of the series some would say. But I stuck around. I wanted to see what the kids on LiveJournal were so excited about. Cue season 4 and this son of a bitch just waltzes in with his wings and his coat and his chapped lips that, to this day, have never seen any moisture. And I fell in love. Fun fact: my dad named his dog Castiel.

Frank Reynolds (but specifically as Ongo Goblogian) - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I have artwork in my bedroom over my nightstand of Ongo. This entire episode was gold to me. It was early season 8, I believe. Charlie was doing a Richard Grieco thing, Dennis was trying to get his erotic memoirs made into a Fifty Shades of Grey type thing. Mac was in the duster. Dee was in a smut film. Just golden. But then Frank was this Andy Warhol-esque art collector just doing the most. It was beautiful.

Louise Belcher - Bob's Burgers series and film

Louise, what can I say about this wonderful human that hasn't already been said? Louise is what I wish trauma didn't take from me. Louise likes to slap beautiful people, as do I. She is confused when she likes a boy, and so am I some of the time. And Louise has her comfort clothing item, her hat. I have my froggy robe and my penguin socks. In the latest season that just ended, it was pretty much confirmed that Louise is non-binary, as am I. My fiancee compares me to Louise on a daily basis and I just smile and tell her she's 100% correct because she is. Louise embodies me when I was 9 years old, right before childhood trauma took all of that away and replaced it with an old curmudgeon. I love my sweet Louise and no one can ever tell me that my love is unwarranted.

I would love to tag people to do this, but I know a lot of us are in the same circles LOL. This was too fun!