#sorry for posting this kinda late

[toru-saynomoree]

Torubossweek day 1 - First encounter !!!

Qué tensión que hay en el ambiente 👀

For today's prompt, i have a kinda incomprensible comic (im bad at this)

Did Diavolo got a calamity for pursuding Toru? Or did him use epitaph and foresaw something rlly bad before he tried to do something? Or both? I dont know... all my ideas got mixed on this due to stress in the process of drawing and im not sure what really happened or if these ideas would work, so is free for any interpretation!

But anyway, this encounter was not a casuality, i like to think that Diavolo did pursued Toru for something.

[gotchibam]

Ogerpon & Darkrai ko-fi doodle for CyclopeanSpook!

[messenger-of-babel]

Jason Todd Who...

Summary: Thoughts about your relationship with Jason Todd.

Word Count: 1.6K

Notes: So this was supposed to come out a few days ago to maintain a 'one post a week' baseline, but my hometown kinda flooded, everyone got evacuated, I came back to work and my office building managed to flood and catch fire in the span of 24 hours. I'm still fine though! Currently splitting time with writing, work, and drying things out. Stay safe out there!

Love RiRi <3

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Thinking about a Jason Todd Who…

Has no idea how exactly he got into a relationship with you. Well, technically he’d like to call it a situationship, since neither of you have decided to put a label on it yet. He’d helped you out post patrol one evening, Bruce doing his head in as usual. He didn’t plan on drinking that night, but he still pushed open the door to the bar, hoping he could at least chat to James, the bartender, if he was on that night. It turns out that James was, in fact, on shift and currently occupied in the back corner near the pool table. His ears switched into overdrive hearing the ruckus, the years of vigilante training making his senses kick in keenly to try and respond. That’s when he saw you, being restrained by James and pool cue in hand.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Laughs to himself as his first response to seeing a bar fight, your opponent curled on the ground from where you had jabbed him with the cue. When his eyes met yours, your form wriggling in James grip, he was oddly delighted to see the challenging glare you sent to him. After about twenty minutes of exchanged words and threats of security, James lets you go and you sit at the bar, fingers tapping the wood in irritation.

“You shouldn’t drink if you get angry, you know.” He grins, following your shadow to the bar and leaning on the nearby stool.

“I’m not drunk.” You defend, eyeing him up and down. “I made that decision completely sober.”

Jason’s eyebrows raise. “Oh, really? Do tell me what he did to deserve being attacked then.”

“He was being an asshole.”

Yeah, Jason was going to like you.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Calls it a relationship to himself silently after a while but is still too nervous to say it in front of you. What if you didn’t think about it the same way? What if you were platonically getting coffee together every Thursday? That you only held onto him that tight when you rode with him because you were worried about falling off? That you were just friends that crashed in the same bed after a night out? He couldn’t help the flutter in his chest and the grin he wore so easily when you were around. He didn’t realise how much baggage he wore on his shoulders until you showed up and he felt like he could lift his neck for once. He knew he was fucked up, dying and coming back would do that to you. Yet he didn’t notice how the heaviness of it kept his eyes trained on the pavement, neck craning under the weight.

Yeah, Jason really liked you.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Dreads you coming over to meet the family, protesting the entire time. Not only because it was pouring outside meaning he had to take the car (meaning he couldn’t feel your arms around him), but because he still doesn’t know what you are. He’s been meaning to clear it up with you, wanting to ask so desperately, but every time that he’s tried the words catch in his throat. Like he’s back to being Robin, the young boy now trapped in a body way too big for him. So instead he just tightens his hands on the steering wheel, lost so deep in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice the lovestruck glances you steal from the corner of your eye, or the nervous playing of your hands in your lap.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Is completely taken aback when you announce yourself as his partner at the door when Alfred asks who you are. His brain blanks out, just staring down at you with a wider than usual glance. His hands are frozen to his side, unsure of what he could do. What to even say. The old man just smiles when Jason flicks his gaze to meet his grandfather figure, the old man’s eyes crinkling in mirth.

“Then welcome in. Master Dick and Tim will be delighted to hear it.”

You smile so easily, so effortlessly as you take his hand and lead him into his own home (or ex-home as he liked to call it).

God, he liked you.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Scowls when he sees Tim pay Dick a $20 under the table as you introduce yourself again, his older sibling figure sending him a shit eating grin as he pockets the cash in his front jacket pocket. He doesn’t miss the way that Bruce’s eyebrow twitches up curiously as you say you’re his partner, before that critical gaze flicks to Jason, silently asking if the information is true. He gives a short tense nod, and the billionaire grips his chin in thought before running a hand over his face.

That makes a flare of anger peak in Jason, but he squashes it down for the sake of Alfred and the dinner he worked so hard to wrangle everyone in for. You’re too distracted introducing yourself to Steph and Duke to see the critical glances Bruce sends you, the duo more than eager to engage you in conversation. He hates the way that Jason can feel the gaze of Bruce bore into his cheek, like he was trying to carve a his own bat-shaped scar next to the white ‘J’. He hated that gaze. The gaze that he could feel before he was told to ‘take it from the top’ or to ‘do another set’. The gaze he used to try and thrive under when he was younger, pushing himself to the limits in the hope that it would soften up if he excelled. The gaze that felt like it was doing nothing but waiting for him to mess up, so it could devour him with sharp teeth and harsher words. He knew Bruce didn’t approve. Jason knew he didn’t care.

Jason liked you too much to let Bruce scare away his chance of happiness.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Has his breath stolen the moment you kiss him in the car. He feels like he’s drowning, but it’s the most blissful torture he’s ever experienced as you lean across the car console to cover his lips with yours.

“You were distracted at dinner.” You murmur softly when you pull away. Jason has to blink the stars from his eyes, his scarred hands twitching to rest at the back of your neck and pull you to him again.

“I was just lost in thought, that’s all.” He says back, fighting the tremor in his voice. Once again he feels like a young boy piloting a hulking, clumsy body, his mind and muscle out of sync. You hum in response, not fully taking his answer.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped, calling myself your partner.” Your murmur after a slight tense silence. “I should have asked first.”

Jason swallows thickly. “I don’t mind.” He says quickly, a little too quickly if he was honest with himself. “I’m happy to try, I mean, if you want that.”

You smile, the sight that makes his chest flap. Like he had said the funniest thing imaginable, your sparkling gaze focused all on him.

You liked him.

Thinking about a Jason Todd who…

Holds nothing back as soon as you two become an actual couple. He’s doing what he can (albeit it clumsily) to keep you around. He’s mostly mimicking other relationships he’s seen, readings articles on how to be a good partner late at night. He knows to be himself, he’s not an idiot. He knows that you would scold him if you saw the things that he was doing, but he couldn’t stop. He had had relationships before you, of course. Yet the difference this time was that this was you, and he wasn’t going to risk it going sideways the same way the others had.

The biggest thing he had found was trying to keep you away from the other side of him. The side that donned a mask when the sun went down and staked out rooftops with a blue and black spandex clad chatterbox, and a caped brat. It had been easily enough when you were apart, but now that you were living together in his little apartment, it was getting harder and harder to sneak out of your arms at night and crawl back into them in the morning. He cursed the fact that you were a light sleeper, leading him to nearly being caught one too many times. He knew that you were getting suspicious, but keeping your reservations to yourself in the morning.

Bruce still didn’t like you, even more so now that you were closer to Jason’s true side than ever. But maybe Bruce did like you. That was a thought that plagued him, preventing him from falling into the sleep he so desperately needed after a long patrol. You were curled into his side, chest rising and falling softly.

Maybe Bruce did like you, and he was trying to protect you. Trying to keep you away from the potential heartbreak of losing him, which was a constant threat in this line of work. Maybe he was trying to keep you from being harmed, something that Jason feared constantly about having you close. Maybe Bruce was trying to save you because he did like you, and Jason was condemning you by being with you.

You move slightly when he shifts, eyes flicking opening groggily. Your normally bright eyes are cloudy with sleep, and you meet his gaze.

“Jay?” you mumble.

He grins softly, calloused fingers brushing a piece of hair from your forehead.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Maybe Bruce did like you.

But Jason loved you.

[yumedoca]

So yeah, 'Ranma 0.5' or something like that..

[angelyuji]

intimate examination

doctor zayne x f!reader

tw // medical malpractice, dubcon, kindaa implied that zayne has had an eye on mc for a while, shitty smut

minors dni!!! 18+!!!!!!

“ms. (y/n)?” the nurse calls your name and you stand, shaking. they smile, “no need to be nervous, doctor zayne is the best there is.” they lead you to a patient room. you settle into the exam bed, nervously swinging your feet. this was your first visit with dr. zayne, your old family physician had referred him to you when you moved to linkon city. the nurse smiles as they finish up the basic checks, “here, i’ve placed the gown you need to wear on the chair, i’ll leave the room and doctor zayne should be here in-” they check the clock on the wall as they leave, “-about 10 minutes. so you have some time!” they leave you to change and you stand, unsure of what to leave on. ‘do i keep my underwear and my bra on…-’ you carefully start to remove all of your clothing, ‘-i guess it won’t hurt to leave them off just in case…’ you pull on and tie the thin gown, and sit back onto the exam bed.

a few more minutes pass and he knocks on the door, “ms. (y/n) (l/n)?” you feel your words get stuck in your throat as you lay eyes on the dark-haired doctor in front of you. his hazel green eyes watch as you wring your hands, “am i in the wrong room?”

“no!” you startle, “no, i am (y/n). i-i’m just nervous, doctor. sorry.” you swallow. doctor zayne nods, carefully watching you.

“shall we start the examination then?” he tilts his head, waiting for your nod, before washing his hands. “i’ll start with basic information.” he starts with asking for your full name, birthday, allergies, and past and present medication. you rattle off your answers and he answers with a nod. “i also need to know if you’re married as well as sexual history.” he looks to you, pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

“i-uh-i’m not married.” you can feel heat climbing up your face, the doctor makes a sound, “and… i’ve never-” embarrassed, you change your wording, “i’m not sexually active.” he pauses his typing.

“(y/n), can you lay down for me?” he turns away from his computer to completely face you, “i’m going to get started on the examination. since i need to have the most accurate information on you, i will be doing a thorough exam, is that alright?” doctor zayne pulls on his gloves as he talks, getting out of his chair to stand at the side of the bed.

“y-yes.” you nod, ready for the exam to over.

“good. let me know if you feel any discomfort.” dr. zayne’s hands massage your breasts, procedural and soothing as he travels down to push at your stomach. you watch his eyes as they get darker as he touches more of you. you let out a quiet huff as he presses down hard at the bottom of your stomach. “did that hurt?”

“sort of…” you trail off as you watch the doctor position his chair in front of your bed. he sits between your legs and push them up, your gown bunching up at your waist. immediately, you bring your hands to cover yourself. “doctor, i don’t think-”

he grabs them, gripping your wrists tight, “i’m afraid i need to do a more thorough examination of why you could be experiencing discomfort above your uterus. please do cooperate, (y/n).” he stares at you with his eyebrows raised. you hesitate, “(y/n), i am your primary care physician and everything i do, i can promise, is for the good of your health.” his hands let go of your wrists and he waits.

“everything you do-” you swallow and move your hands, “-is for the good of my health.” dr. zayne nods and a small smile appears on his face.

he moves your knees apart, giving him space to see you clearly. he rubs his gloved finger down your slit and you clench, you hear him hum. “take a deep breathe, (y/n). i have a couple more questions for you.” his voice is breathy as he presses his thumb against your clit, “has anyone ever touched you here?”

the air leaves your lungs at the touch, you choke out, “n-no. i-” his thumb starts to circle your clit, “-i can’t.” you whimper, feeling yourself get wet as warmth spreads through your body.

“what about here?” his thumb doesn’t stop as he pushes two fingers into you. you try to cover your mouth but a strangled moan comes out as he pulls his fingers out. “i think a special treatment is needed for you, (y/n).” you lay your head back with a whimper, aching for more. you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling and something warm presses against your cunt. “keep being so good for me, ms. (y/n).”

[zhukzucraft]

posting the baby Doc ref i had made and some extra doodles in honour of him continuing to have A Time on the server

[izzy-hands]

Joey Batey as Jaskier THE WITCHER: Season 3 Volume II Trailer

[i-like-forcefem]

So how would I go about getting someone to forcefem me irl? /silly

Hmmm, difficult question! Really depends on what type of forcefem you want!

If you’d like petplay fem be loud about it! Buy T-shirt saying “Puppy looking for an owner who will make him a girl ;w;” and a collar, but don’t take it on yet, but always take with you and whenever anyone takes any interest in your shirt start wagging your tail (I assume wearing the tail and ears 24/7 was implied?) and excerpt give them your collar!

If you’d like Gentle-fem, just go on Tumblr and find any good cutie (maybe one who reblogged a post like “reblog this if you want to be forcefemmed”) and offer a deal! FORCEFEM EACHOTHER!!! You’ll make sure she knows she’s loved, she’ll check in to see that you’re taking your girl pills, you’ll remind she’s a good girl, and she’ll teach you how to do make up!

(I know there’s not a lot of force there, but you gotta take the first step sometimes!)

If you’d like hypno-fem I’d say find a hypnotist and try to hypnotise them first, if it works, Great tell them to forcefem you! If it doesn’t, well you’ve given them plenty of incentive to take revenge

And if you’d like a forcefem basement just leave to take a walk on the 20th of November on 21:00, we’ll have a girl waiting for you at the end of the street ;3

[in-kaeya-we-thrust]

I wasn't expecting a flashback about Iruma and Opera's relationship throughout the series but here we are 🥹

Extra: Cutesy Opera-san moments

[artamee]

ROTTMNT SHIRT 🎸🐢

Kick off the new year with a Rise of the TMNT MAD DOGS™ band tee! Pre-orders end January 7th. Link HERE

I got these mineral wash shirts printed by Raw Paw, an artist-run print studio in Austin, Texas. They manage shipping & handling and are great at what they do. I bought one for myself (creator sample) and I’m obsessed with it—the print quality is great! You can also get it as a tank top.

[project-sekai-facts]

Rina Honnizumi (Shizuku) is the only actress in MORE MORE JUMP! who does not have previous experience working as an idol. Yui Ogura (Minori) was a member of HAPPY! STYLE Rookies, YuiKaori, and StylipS, Mayu Yoshioka (Haruka) was a member of Wake Up Girls!, and Ai Furihata (Airi) is a member of Aqours (and its subunits CYaRon! and YYY) and AiScReam.

This also applies to YUME YUME JUMP!. Yuki Nakashima (Shiho) is a part of Cinderella Girls, Tomomi Jiena Sumi (An) is a member of Kamen Rider Girls, and Tomori Kusunoki (Kanade) was a member of Nijigasaki Gakuen School Idol Doukoukai.

[flovoid]

WELCOME TO SAN-FREAKING-MYSHUNO CITIZENS ⚠️‼️

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

he likes trying to be smooth but he's too much of a simp not to melt before he finishes a sentence

get smooched, idiot

[funfairsundaes]

✨💜🐱 A better look at some of the art I did for the shipping template 🐱💜✨

[kingbeeleth]

another one

[misc-zeramara]

Hello Trigunblr, happy WooWoo Wednesday! I drew a poster for Tristamp for one of my class finals, really pleased with how it turned out! There's an animated version where the markings glow and fade away, I'll add it under the cut.

(Note for this version, I made it before I realized that I forgot to add Meryl and Vash's earrings, but I'm too lazy to fix it rn)