#terra-bunny

[dullahandyke]

[ID: a version of the 'Wow! Cool robot!' meme, edited to feature Lingering Will from Kingdom Hearts. An onlooker exclaims in the background, "Wow! Terra's heart and body have been conquered so entirely that his spirit splits from him, animating his armour as ultimate realisation of his identity as a keyblade soldier yet left to wander the keyblade graveyard with nothing to occupy him but his inert oath to make things right!" Going over the onlooker's head is bright red text which reads, "She has bunny ears."]

[fisherrprince]

Happy New Year’s! It’s the year of the rabbit, so I asked which boys i should put in bunny suits. Vanitas doesn’t like his

[thegayneapigs]

RedBird made it to the top 16! 🎉

Voting for the next round begins Wednesday, March 13 at noon EST.

Hop over to Cadbury's Insta stories to vote! 🐣

Help us make Little RedBird the first guinea pig Cadbury Bunny! Every vote counts, and we can't do it without you!

[satureja13]

Outtakes

Saiwa: "Aouwww! You're so cute!

No one messes with creatures under my protection - no one!" Bunny: !

Jeb: "Lola - uhm - Vlad. I know you wanted me to be your big guy..."

Jeb: "But that can't happen. Think of Ji Ho!" More rare Vlad and Jeb moments -> here

...

Vlad can't understand what Ji Ho sees in this Luci guy. What does Luci have that Vlad doesn't?

'Nei giardino dei miei anni ho cercato un po' di sole. Ho sognato tanto amore. E l'ho trovato qui con te.'

'In the yard of my childhood I've searched for a little sun. I've dreamt of so much love. And I found it with you.'

Sharazan - Al Bano & Romina Power MV is with beautiful pics from Italy. Added this song to the 'Summer at Tartosa' playlist on youtube and spotify.

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

[incorrect-lightlark-facts]

Isla sneaks Grim into her tower and drags him into her closet and he thinks Okay I know what this is about there's basically only one thing people do in closets. And then right as he is about to say something tone-deaf and needlessly suggestive in classic Grim fashion, Isla slaps her hand over his mouth until he agrees to shut up and then she digs through a clothing chest with a false bottom and pulls out the raggediest stuffed rabbit in Lightlark history and is like. Look at him. This is my best friend. Do you understand.

[auriidae]

drawing a character and then absentmindedly adding a couple animal features just to see what it would look like and realizing it looks better than the original drawing

[numerousenbees]

inspired by https://www.tumblr.com/numerousenbees/715764295038795776/hey-how-do-you-draw-volts-from-warframe-i?source=share

added some pride flags cus my actual warframe isnt the colors, mostly as they are behind a pay wall :/ my headcanon is that tbh warframes lost any idea of gender, sex, or whatever they were before hand. 

Their just sentient electricity in a flesh suit. i eventually might want one of the bee themed warframes (i think there are more than one) partly to do enby/enbee jokes and inside headcanons.

[sailormoonsailorstars]

man my child hood fandoms are really biting me back trying to get me back into them (teen titans 2003, maximum ride, all gens of mlp, etc)

would you guys still love me if I were a 2003 ver of a Terra kinnie lmao

[savingthrcw]

I do like that in my new header the only two people smiling are the most dangerous ones there: the trained assassin and the bioweapon of mass destruction

[yumenosakiacademy]

[solbaby7]

Testing the Waters

pairing: rhysand x reader

[ 1 ] [ 2 ]

part 3 to the shy!reader massage mini-series

warnings: sexual content, minors DNI, massages, some swearing, probably typos

summary: Weeks of rubbing up on a certain High Lord is bound to build some tension.

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“Need you to do something for me, bunny.”

There’s a feeling in your stomach at the pet name, bare toes digging further into the throw blanket and it’s instinctual the way your body rises to meet him, your book long forgotten. Rhysand doesn’t resist when you come ease his jacket from his shoulders and throw it over the couch. “Anything.”

His hands run over the back of his neck, head slowly rolling and the tension in his body is unmistakable. He doesn’t even bother asking you to go grab your oils or salts; Rhysand’s hand waves and it’s all laid out on the table before you. His clothes disappear with a lazy blink and the way the High Lord’s body drapes across the couch in your room was utterly boyish, boxers tight around his thighs. “Please? I always get the best sleep after these.”

You hum in acknowledgement, grateful for his face pushed into the pillows to hide the blush that blooms at the sight of his body. It never got tiresome; the rippling muscles that contracted whenever he adjusted or the gravelly tone that set in when you finally got your hands on him. It begins as a fleeting touch, fingers just barely grazing the smooth skin between his shoulder blades and his body goes still. “Try to focus on your breathing,” It feels weird as you say it, giving the most powerful male in all of the Courts a demand but Rhysand is quick to comply. “Gonna try something a little different this time.”

You’re not even facing him and you can feel the smirk that pulls on full lips. “Is that so? Maybe I should lie on my back instead.”

“You know, Cass said the same thing when I did this for him last night.” Rhys goes quiet a moment, violet irises tracking your every move like hunters did their prey, taking in the gentle tease of the pale purple hem of your nightgown against your thighs, the cute tapping of your toes against the terra cotta rug as you pulled out a black box filled to the brim with smooth rocks that were warm to the touch.

“And did you take him up on his offer?”

There’s a shake in your voice when you answer, skin blooming with heat at the nature of the conversation but you busy your hands with the little glass jars of oil, its contents significantly depleted. “That’d be highly inappropriate. He’s my friend.”

Rhysand relaxes instantly, clearly pleased with your response but his eyes still watch you as you prepare. Dainty fingers dip into a tiny little jar and you’re swift in the way you swipe it under his nose, the soothing scent of lavender filling his nostrils each time he breathed and he couldn’t deny the way it aided in his relaxation. “You’ve never thought about it?”

“Rhys,” It comes out so quietly you barely hear it yourself, skin going warm and you’re quick to sit on the back of his thighs before he can see the affect his words have on you. “You don’t usually ask me questions like this.”

“I’ve had a long week, bunny. Reports and responsibilities; things you don’t have to worry your pretty head about.” You try to focus on the crackle of the fire instead of the casual compliment falling off the deep rumble of his low voice, throat bobbing when he lets out a little chuckle. “Indulge me.”

Heated oils drips on his spine, a deep sigh releasing when you finally put your hands on him. Slow, smooth motions; easing the stress away from the broad stretch of his shoulders to the muscular taper of his waist. “Was that an order, High Lord?”

“No.”

It takes a second for you to work up the nerve to answer and you’re grateful he doesn’t push; taking the time to ease into the feeling of your palms gliding over golden skin. “Yes, I’ve thought about it,” You finally confess, thumbs pressing firm circles near the spot where his wings would sit.

A groan pulls from deep inside the High Lords throat and you can’t tell if it’s from your fingers or the shy admission but you don’t ask; too fearful of the feeling beginning to form between your thighs and you’re quick to readjust your positioning, rising to your knees to avoid any more contact than necessary. He was too handsome—smelled too good and felt like heaven beneath your fingers that you didn’t trust yourself not to grind down on the thick thighs beneath you if he’d asked a thing more.

Mother above seems to laugh at you, winking from above when the Lord of Night leans into your touch, one eye prying open to look at you. “Tell me what you think about. Tell me who.”

“My Lord, I really think—“

“Come on, bunny. I’m just Rhys when we’re like this; just tell me.”

You swallow thickly, hands stuttering to a stop on his back. “You promise not to laugh at me?”

“I’d never.” The seriousness in his words is all you need to nod a little to yourself, one hand bracing at his waist to lean over and grab the warm rocks he’d summoned. They’re smooth to the touch; retaining their heat and once they touch his skin, he finds them to be far more soothing than initially anticipated. “Cross my heart.”

Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, debating on if you were actually brave enough to do as he’d asked—not commanded. It felt like such trust; an opportunity to make him proud and you didn’t want to disappoint no matter how jittery it made you. “Sometimes, when I’m doing this,” You feel him adjust beneath you, head turning to the side and even though his eyes are closed you can still see that gentle furrow of concentration, waiting in anticipation. “—I think about letting my hands wander places I know they aren’t supposed to.”

He sucks in a sharp breath when your fingertip barely grazes under the waistband of his underwear and he’s acutely aware of the tremble of your knees on either side of his hips. He doesn’t want to say anything, violet eyes clamped shut as his mind wandered to just that, your soft hands coated in sweet oils wrapped around his cock, those shy eyes fluttering with wonder at the way he’d crumble to pieces for you.

A High Lord, completely at your mercy.

Rhys swallows thickly, voice so hoarse it’s impossible to miss the affects your words have on him and a confidence brews in your belly, words more sure when you proceed. “I think about what would happen the next time one of you jokingly asks me to strip down for my turn and I actually do it.” A smile works its way on your mouth when you see the way the High Lords brows crease, imagination running wild behind those lids.

“You think about doing that with all of us?”

Silence.

The gentle scrape of rocks against one another as you trail them up and down the sides of his spine, the oil slick and the warmth working out deep knots from the countless hours being hunched over his desk with a whiskey in hand and brain overloaded with information Rhys was no longer processing. “At the same time?”

The noise he lets out is positively sinful and you’re suddenly aware of his breathing beginning to quicken. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Forgive me, I didn’t understand.” But you did now, understood the underlying question behind his inquiry. “I sometimes think about it with Cass on nights he’s trained especially hard because he gets really vocal and sometimes those sounds are really hard to get out of my head.” Rhys hums in strained understanding, body relaxing but his hips keep shifting every now and then, fingers clamped tight around his biceps as he encourages you to continue. “Sometimes, I think about it with Az because when I’m doing an especially good job, he gets so relaxed that his shadows forget to obey and they start playing around in my clothes.”

Rhysand grunts but you take it as your hands doing good work, not the fact that he didn’t blame the slinking shadows; nearly subject to doing the task himself if you’d kept up.

“But you, High Lord,” It comes out breathless, hands stilling as if you couldn’t focus on touching and talking at the same time. “I think of you the most.” He physically shivers at the confession, fingers gripping so hard at his arms he’s sure he’s left marks but he tries to relax, forces himself to breathe and listen to the pure filth of such desires that hummed deep within your brain.

If only he could just slip past and look for himself—

“Especially that night with you in the tub,” You whimper, the noise sending filthy shocks of pleasure straight to his cock. The rocks clamber to the floor, his body twisting before you can comprehend his hands suddenly on your waist, violet eyes half lidded and so lust blown they’re nearly black. You can see the print of his arousal through the thin fabric of his underwear and you’re certain he’s clocked the way your tongue slides over your bottom lip. “Rhys.”

“Keep going, bunny.” His voice is wrecked, tone so low and commanding you don’t resist when strong hands ease you down on the thick bulge. He gives you time to deny it, to pull away and scramble off but it never happens.

“But—“

“You’re just helping, right? Helping your High Lord and this,” You follow his gaze to where both of you touch, the hardness of him pressed between your legs, the embarrassing wet patch that he’s surely felt seep through thin cotton. “I really fucking need this.”

The delicious drag of his hands guiding your hips over the rigid length of him, gaze eating up the way your lips part and your hands slip against his abdomen. "What about me in the tub, bunny? Tell me."

You don't understand how he expects such things from you when you can barely keep control over your body with such intense pleasure coursing through it. The friction of cock and cloth against your sensitive clit is enough to have your toes curling at the pressure, fingers digging perfect marks into your hips as you scramble through the brain fog long enough to remember how to form words and string together sentences. "Fuck," The slur doesn't even sound like you, eyes clamping shut and it takes great effort to remember what had been asked of you. "I've thought about it every night since; picturing what you looked like beneath all those bubbles."

"Was hard as a fucking rock the second you stomped to the door." He feels you clench around nothing, head falling back as you submitted to the pleasure and he genuinely has to hold back from finishing the second your hand slides up your own frame to grab at your breast. "Mother above."

He doesn't even have to guide your movements anymore, hips grinding into him with such hunger it makes the room darken; a deep, rumbling power filling the space and Rhysand actually moans when you don't shrink away from it. "Rhys, I'm—"

"Just a little more for me, yeah?" You catch yourself nodding along with him even when you don't believe you'll be able to fulfill his command. The burn in your stomach was near unbearable, mind stuck in a frenzy when warm hands bunch up the thin hem of your nightgown just enough to show off the wet drag of cloth on cloth. "So fuckin' pretty."

So eager to please, eyes glossy and half-lidded when you peer down at him, hands running over the defined muscles of his abdomen as your hips take on a pace that had the High Lord sucking breath through his teeth. "Thought about being the reason you made those noises. Wanted to use my hands," Your fingers drag over the strong planes of his chest, nails scratching just enough to leave a hint of a trail and your words carry a sultry drawl to them. "—my mouth too."

He's seconds away from release, skin on fire and hands eager in their exploration of your body over the silky material of your clothes. He trials up the length of your belly, fingers smoothening over the hard nipples poking through. The room smells of arousal, male musk and feminine desire twisting about the air so thick there'd be no way denying what had taken place if anyone had decided to walk in.

None of it matters though.

Not when you lean over, hands bracing on his chest and press a whisper of a kiss to his bottom lip.

The bruising grip on your hips leave only to pull your mouth back to his own, both of swallowing the others moans in and you can feel his cock twitch against you the moment your own release shudders through you. He doesn’t stop kissing you through it, hips slowing to a stop and you have to pull away simply to catch your breath before you pass out. “It’s your turn,” You huff out and you’re quick to smooth out the curious furrow of his brow. “To tell me what you’d been thinking about all those times?”

A feline smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I’d rather just show you.”

[equestriancounterparts]

I love it! Green Amaranth, Carrie, and Pinkie Pie are having so much fun! Thanks! ❤

got done hope you like it

who join the christmas

@aura-answers

@asktwilighteclipse

@foodielovethealicorn

@drem0raman

@askdaisydandfriemly

@mewskylar

anideterm3

[n6918]

How about something wholesome Jaune and Adrian taking a ride on Juniper's back. Adrian strap safely to Jaune's chest.

Terra: so where's Jaune?

Saphron: hmmm~ he said he'd be her with Adrian, he usually isn't late

*suddenly juniper lands before them with Jaune and Adrian on his back*

Jaune: oh I sorry we stop for ice cream and lost track of time, an-

Adrian: hahahehehehe bunny jump high

Saphron: ohhhh~ big bunny

Terra: YOU TOOK MY SON ON A GIANT A GIANT A GIANT

Jaune: ahhh

Terra: AAAAAAAAAAAGH!

[jboy44]

Jaune leading his team to this house " thanks for spending the holidays with me guys

Amala the tall model amilia the shortblonde bunny the scarred up general amy arc. All hug jaune " OUR BABY BOY IS HOME"

Nora " that explains the sibling count

Ren nods " yes

Adrian crawling in " 😃😃 dada da da da da " now reaching for him

Jaune picks him up " I missed you too son" walks off with him.

Pyrrha " 🤯🤯🤯🤯 Wtf

Ren "he has a baby mama

Saphron " I an his big sister and asked him to breed my wife

Terra " I am the one he spend ten hours non stop breeding. Would your like to talk about his foot long that put a baby in me? I have a power point

Pyrrha bowing "....... yes please tell me all about his foot long cock

[ppg-bonded-hearts]

Welcome to The Powerpuff Girls: Bonded Hearts !

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to make the perfect little girl. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction-- Chemical X.

Thus, The Powerpuff Girls were born! Using their ultra-super powers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil!

And that's the story we all know! But what if things went a little more differently? What has become of our favorite heroes after the show's end? These questions and more will be what this canon divergent AU explores.

With brand new designs, stories, characters, and a timeline that will bring you back to early 2000's nostalgia, the legacy of The Powerpuff Girls will continue on!

This blog is run by @angel-dearests ! I hope you enjoy it!

( If you interested in more information, click "Keep Reading!" Otherwise, enjoy your stay! )

Bonded Hearts is a slightly canon divergent Powerpuff Girls AU where some things are the same, some are not. One part of the divergence is the fact that I have cut certain episodes from the original 6 seasons from its canon (for reasons ranging from the episode being boring, to the episode being just awful in my opinion).

This is the more concrete and polished version of a Powerpuff Girls AU I debuted on deviantArt, The Powerpuff Girls: Continued. The idea of the AU was meant to act as a direct, fanmade sequel to the original 1998 show with some original ideas and characters sprinkled on. I’ve since renamed the AU so that it can have an identity of its own!

This AU takes heavy inspiration from TerraTerraCota’s Power of Five AU! As you will see later, I’ve implemented her base idea: Make My Powerpuff, into Bonded Hearts’s canon. And the ideas/design inspirations for this AU’s Bliss and Bunny are inspired by her’s.

While I do my best to make my ideas more original from Terra’s and do apologize for anything in past works that come off as copying, I do still want to formally give any credit and thanks for creating wonderful things with the Powerpuff Girls. You've been such an inspiration thus far! If there are any issues with this AU and anything that feels too similar, please DM me and I will work with you to make some changes to Bonded Hearts.

This is all the extra information I'm ready to release right now! More to come!

[snaill-dragon]

More of their story will be uploaded onto art fight when individual refs are finished, but here’s the basics:

The two on the right are Rain, the cat dragon looking thing, and Lucy, the fox lizard looking one. They’re part of a larger group of heroes of the story, trying to protect an artifact from the anti-hero and villain.

The other two are Mira, the gray and green cat drageon one, and the dark feathery one is Terras. They’re kind of anti-heroes. Terras work for the main villain, because their his parent. Mira just wants to help Terras.

In the end they kind of get redemption arcs.

Art fight stuff

New guys. Very scaly friendly guys from a little story.