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Okkkkkk so where is Chicken Miku?
Anon the way i dropped everything when i saw this
HATSUNE BEAK-U
(based on the Onagadori chicken breed)
#makenna made a thing#hatsune miku#chicken miku#onagadori#the roosters are the ones with the tails but that just opens this up for even more possibilities#is she trans? is she assigned hen at birth but went through spontaneous sex reversal like can happen to poultry if a hens ovary goes wonky?#it's up to you follow your heart miku can be anything#chickens#tiny fluffy dinosaurs#the BEST animals#artists on tumblr#birdblr#chickenblr#birds#this breed doesn't typically have this comb type but shhhh#vocaloid#yes i WILL chickenify your fictional celebrities!!#anon#ngl this was actually a really good character design exercise lol#does she dye her feathers? she'll never tell this is anime logic
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liberté, egalité, fraternité et yaoi
#love shuttle……. it’s the millennium of omegaverse#a win for fujoshi everywhere#had to look her up and that’s noemie the founder of nao studio publishing#also calling it bl is putting it so delicately#this is full on squelchy invisidick yaoi#anyway if you’re looking for shamelessly id-fulfilling manhwa this is it#it’s love shuttle by aeju#man who has never gone into heat his entire life and insists he is FINE with it#suddenly spontaneously keeps slipping into heat every time a certain alpha is around#and then they fuck nasty in almost every chapter#love shuttle#omegaverse#manga#manhwa#twitter#yaoi#art
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❤️🩹
#getting that spontaneous haircut was definitely the worst thing that happened yup#putting my faves into anime bandages™️ and hoping for the best#i hc he has trouble speaking for a while after qwq#satosugu#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#suguru geto#gojo#geto#my art#bluebeesart#art#art on tumblr#sketch#doodle#geto suguru
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Was kann man heute machen in der Nähe: Spontane Tipps
Die Region [article_title] ist ein vielseitiges und faszinierendes Ziel für Reisende, die Natur, Abenteuer, Kultur und Kulinarik gleichermaßen schätzen. In diesem Artikel werden wir uns mit den verschiedenen Aktivitäten für Natur- und Abenteuerliebhaber, den kulturellen Highlights und Sehenswürdigkeiten sowie den kulinarischen Genüssen und lokalen Empfehlungen in [article_title] befassen. Durch…
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content: gender neutral reader, NSFW
Y'all...hear me out. Imagine going to a haunted house with your friends, and halfway through your group is chased by one of the hired scares.
It's a tall, muscular, masked man in a bloodied apron and a threatening knife. You immediately blush at the sight (obviously) and slow your pace. As your friends scramble for the exit, you pretend to get lost and reach a dead end.
He seems to have picked up on your intentions, because he walks towards you until you've reached the wall, then places a hand above you, essentially trapping you underneath his massive frame.
"Shouldn't you be running away?" he asks, throwing a quick glance to the security cameras and making sure you're out of view.
He doesn't wait for you to respond and lowers himself to your ear.
"What's your name, love?"
Your knees weaken at his deep, harsh voice, but you manage to mumble a response.
"Alright, then. Tell me, what did you want me to do once I caught up with you, (Y/N)?"
His other hand points the blade against your chest, then lightly drags it across your body, stopping above your groin.
Anyways, you get fucked dumb by a slasher, in a haunted house. Good luck returning to your friends and keeping a straight face while you're still dripping with his load.
Thanks for coming to my horny TED Talk.
#sorry I had a spontaneous hoe moment#doodle#slasher x reader#pyramid head x reader#reader insert#slasher smut#slasher fucker#monster fucker
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#I thought maybe you'd enjoy this little string of rough thumbnails#it's part of a bigger comic scene that has been stuck in limbo forever#excuse my scribbly handwriting these are tiny and were never meant to be posted#own art#own characters#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumblr#Machete#Vasco#anthro#sighthound#scenthound#dogs#canine#animals#comics#sketches#this is from the time they were studying in Venice#and I kind of imagined they could take a quick dip in the sea but there seems to have a lot fewer beaches than I thought#they could be on a trip to some neighboring area or maybe they rented a boat to Lido or something#the latter kind of dilutes the spontaneous element which was an important factor eh
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Happy B-Day to the Corasante!! ❤🕯🎂🕯❤
(Featuring way too many drawings)
#one piece#drawing#fanart#corazon#cora san#op rosinante#donquixote rosinante#this man has too many names#trafalgar law#op law#donquixote doflamingo#I love cora#he wants to be a good person but is lowkey mediocre at it#he eats like a freak#he looks like a freak#he chose not to speak just bc he's petty#he gave up his life's mission after getting stabbed by a 12 year old#he lied to and betrayed every person that he loved#two out of the three gave him a pass because he was funny one time#he aggresively changed law's life for the better#and he spontaneously catches fire and loses all motor functions#he's literally perfect#anyways law is here because he is simply a good character#can i really put all of this in the tags?#insane
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Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.
Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.
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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--
Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and
and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.
Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.
Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.
“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”
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She choose her own.
...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.
Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--
Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.
“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.
The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.
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He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.
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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.
The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.
“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”
Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.
Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.
There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.
He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.
“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”
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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--
They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.
And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.
“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”
Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.
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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.
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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.
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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.
Oh. They were going hunting.
“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.
The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.
“I can hunt,” he scowled.
He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.
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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.
She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.
“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.
“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”
“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.
“Is it,” said Kanna.
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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).
Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.
“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.
“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”
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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.
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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.
The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.
“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.
“...No.”
“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”
She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.
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Elsewhere, the war continued.
The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.
The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.
The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.
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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.
#Sokka: please stop calling my Gran-Gran by her first name. please.#Kanna: you’re right Sokka he can call me Gran-Gran#Sokka: THAT IS WORSE THAT IS SO MUCH WORSE#Meanwhile Hakoda: you adopted WHO#Kanna didn’t ADOPT anyone thank-you-much she was very practically holding that boy for the fleet to use for ransom#why Hakoda#what would you have done if you had a Fire Prince#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Kanna#ficlet#(infinite hot water lady is ABSOLUTELY Toklo’s aunt)#(he looks to the prince looks to her and spontaneously invents the High Five)
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i dont care what kind of lore they're coming up with for that zepotha film or whatever the fuck over on tiktok, nothing will ever come close to the fact goncharov was spawned entirely from a label on a boot
#like its so artificially manufactured its intolerable#you're missing the whole point of the bit#it wasn't just that a movie got made up it was the fact we all spontaneously entered into a collective fever dream#based entirely on the label for a fake film on the tongue of knock off boots !!!!!!!!#goncharov#zepotha
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witcher giiirrllll
#ciri#cirilla#cirilla of cintra#witcher ciri#the witcher#wiedźmin#the witcher books#yeah i hit her with my modern au beam. what about it!!#the image entered my brain spontaneously as usual#anyways ive just been getting my gf into the witcher#which is my favourite book series of all time#and ive alwas wanted to draw stuff from it but back then i had less time and skill to do so#so anyways#we played tw3 as well so this is also me separating the games visuals from my book interpretation#art#fanart
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good time on the pearl stream today
#hermitcraft#pearlescentmoon#tango tek#rendog#grian#impulsesv#getting to see pearl just get avalanched with spontaneous support was just so lovely#AND THEN WE HAD BOAT SCIENCE#they are doing science!!! they are getting enrichment!!! it sparks so much joy!!!!#fanart#sketchy sketchy
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💥Spontaneous chemical reactions; spontaneous laughter
#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#tf2 fanart#heavymedic#tf2#i will double dip on these illustrations at a layer date as its actually part of a bigger set about heavy hanging out in medics lab lol#but worked so nicely on its own i got excited and wanted to post sooner rather than later#drawing medic with dumb hair is hard....it doesn't look silly and blasted enough...maybe in the final i'll make him half bald and patchy lo#fond memories of those spontaneous moments with strangers friends and partners where something anything just happens and you#catch each others eyes let the pause swell with tension and just erupt into the most uncontrollable giggles#somehow i image thats the bulk of their shared chuckling
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excited for gloomy autumn days 🍂
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here's a thought:
tsukishima kei is mean. he complains that you talk too much, laughs when you flunk your tests, and insists that you're clingy. others wonder why you're even with him.
but they don't know that when he tsks at your rambling, he shifts one side of his headphones away to hear your voice. they don't know that even though he teases you for your low test scores, he would stay up late at night just to tutor you till you'd get it right. they don't know that after rolling his eyes at your affection, he places a chaste kiss on your forehead and hides his red face in your hair.
so when they say you deserve better, you laugh at their cluelessness and state with a smile, "he's more than everything i could ever want." and he falls in love with you all over again.
#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x you#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima kei#haikyuu tsukishima#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#tsukishima kei is bad at feelings#but he tries#and i love him for that#this was so spontaneous#5am thoughts#i woke up and chose to be down bad#tsukishima kei fluff#pure fluff#i want to cry#can you tell that he means everything to me
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He's having the Willy Wonka experience 💜
Twitter: X
Based on this legendary picture:
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#steve raglan#william afton#artists on tumblr#willy wonka experience#fanart#this was very spontaneous I got possessed and had to draw this 😂 otherwise I could not rest again#he's having funnnnn :3 trust me
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