#thank you for this ask you saved my life

[merrysithmas]

Hi. Are you still into Amileia, by chance? Definitely asking for a friend and not my socially-akward nerdy self. Mhmm.

Hi. Are you still into Amileia, by chance? Definitely asking for a friend and not my socially-akward nerdy self. Mhmm.

absolutely yes 100% INTO AMILEIA!!!! let's be besties??

like PLEASE. STAR WARS FANDOM WHY ARE YOU LETTING US DOWN??

leia DESERVES f/f ship.

i claw my eyes out every time i see the SCRAPS of amileia we got in TLJ and what an amazing duo of terror they'd be in the Junior Senate together where they first met as teenagers (clenches fist)

leia is so neglected in sw fanon (and canon) apart from being seen as everyone's Patron Saint of Girlboss.

girl is complex!!! THE MOST LIKE ANAKIN AND VADER out of anyone left in the whole galaxy!! grew up not knowing her birth mother! never got to see Shmi's grave on Tatooine like Luke did! was kidnapped and tortured as a child. had to adapt as an adopted child to members of her own family claiming she wasn't "really" an Organa yet had to lead Alderaan... and then watching it get destroyed before her eyes. carrying the guilt of BILLIONS of lives for the entirety of her own... that torment turning her into a Republic workhorse.

became a SENATOR AND GENERAL. learned she had the force at a late age and had to abandon training because she feared the death of her son, and feared her own Dark Power... never had a relationship with anyone who had her back! Han left.

twin sister to LUKE SKYWALKER (her beloved soul twin! "more myself than i am" territory!) who disappeared for years and years on her. the single exhausted pillar of the New Republic, worn down by endless decades and setbacks. an Atlas-figure who had to do her job just as vehemently as Vader did his, to reverse the terror and damage he unleashed, despite her exhaustion!

a woman who had her voice caught in her throat when she confessed teary-eyed to Luke that she knew her son "was gone" - that she couldn't save Ben like Luke saved their father. she felt like a failure. that she wasn't, as she always believed, as strong or as good or as powerful as her brother. or as deserving.

a fighter who realized just before she died that it wasn't her job to WIN. how hard that is for a fighter to accept.

ugh. leia deserves SO much more. and she deserves someone who truly loves her.

[aethersflood]

Just don't say I didn't warn you. You're Cid now, and if anything happens to him, we're finished.

[fisheito]

theyre touching tails and looking at ducks together now. tomorrow they'll braid each other's hair and decorate it with kelp ribbons

[c-hrona]

Vash > Woowoo tits + mistletoe prompt 6?

:3c (requests closed)

[creativesplat]

I would also like to see some miphlink, if that's okay!

I was really struggling with what to draw, and then I remembered your ask from ages ago (dang ADHD brain...) anyway, sorry its such a late answer, but Miphlink inspired by Dicksee's La Belle Dame

[luvfy0dor-main]

Okay but. Are you a rat

Prolly not

[phantomfoxart]

"There are two phrases a man must learn to say, or else one day he'll say them in tears."

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[piepiepiemag]

congratulations! you died! ✮⋆˙

or golden gear!monty serving cunt on his own grave, whichever you prefer honestly bdgjdyhdh something something context Golden Gear Midague Au Collection idk man!!

other versions cuz i can never pick one *explodes*

[h4t08]

Athena walked through fire…

… just so she could play sexy firefighter in Bobby’s turnout coat.

[ender1821]

(same anon as before)

i'm glad to see that a lot of us are going thru it today because the idea of gem eavesdropping *that* alliance with a smile, thinking that it's gonna be fun to be a menace and then all she hears is them (scott and cleo being a big enabler) saying mean things to pearl and pearl is just taking the punches as they come, not saying anything to correct them and just. gem's smile slowly fades from her face because "why would they say that? that's not- that's not true, pearl isn't like that." has been driving me crazy. just slightly tho i'm completely normal about those minecraft blocks

hiii anon welcome back to the eternal torment nexus

the thing is. one of the key things that separates Gem from most of the other players is that she’s never been there during Double Life, so she’d have little to no idea on what the GGGs are referring to. and that’s just. augh.

what she would notice is the change in Pearl’s demeanour, how she’s barely defending herself and just. That’s not Pearl. There is something wrong here and Gem can’t quite figure it out with the missing pieces of her having never truly experienced Double Life, and when she finally catches Pearl alone and asks, Pearl just sidesteps the entire problem and tries to act like everything is fine.

It’s not. Head in hands. Chewing dry cement. Eternal suffering!!!

[blindmagdalena]

can plz I request homelander waking up reader in the middle of the night bcuz he’s hôrnyyy !!

18+, f!reader, somnophilia. Homelander doesn't need much sleep. Vought always chalked it up to being simply unnecessary, given the sheer amount of Compound V in his system. Whether he sleeps for two hours or eight, his powers function just the same. That was all that ever mattered to them. It was better that way. Fewer nightmares. And then you came along, and that began to change. The nightmares lessened. Nowadays, he generally sleeps however long you do, but old habits die hard. Tonight, Homelander finds himself wide awake at about three in the morning, cuddled up against your back.

Homelander sighs, nuzzling at the back of your neck, then your bare shoulder. The weight of you in his arms is a constant, warm comfort, the smell of you intoxicating. He's not even sure if he could sleep at all without you anymore. Even the way you snore endears him. Absently, he begins to run his hand along your naked side, tracing the slopes of your body from your ribs to your outer thigh, then back up. He's always run warmer than you. He can feel little goosebumps prickling along your skin where he touches you, featherlight and perhaps a little ticklish. He can't believe how soft you are. At times he feels like every curve of you was made for him. Given the chance, he can't help but explore you. You make a soft sound in your sleep, giving him pause. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly. Hmm... Homelander kisses the junction between your neck and your shoulder, ghosting his hand back down your body. On the slide back up, he cups your breast. He thumbs gently at your nipple, coaxing it hard. His cock gives an answering throb at the feel of it, of your body responding to him involuntarily, even in your sleep. "Babe," he whispers against your skin. No response. He licks his lips, his own heart rate picking up. It's beginning to feel like an exciting game of sorts. He moves his hand a touch more firmly down your body, over your stomach, and down further until his fingertips brush your clit. He begins rubbing slow, gentle circles while kissing a line from your shoulder to your throat. And then you moan so very sweetly, a breathy sound pulled from you, even as you sleep. Homelander bites down hard on his tongue, holding you against him as he grinds against the curve of your ass. He's achingly hard now, riled up by his little game far more than he expected to be. "Babe," he murmurs, louder now. "Honey... Wake up," he says, breath tickling the shell of your ear. He rubs a little firmer between your thighs, coaxing you in more ways than one. With a sharp inhale, you finally wake, bleary and confused. "Mmm, wha—Nnnngh..." you moan, reflexively grabbing him by the wrist. You feel hot all over, coming out of sleep with a feverish need already in full gear. Your mind practically runs a gauntlet to catch up. Homelander exhales a heated sigh along your neck. He uses the arm crooked under you to catch hold of your jaw and turn your head to face him, leaning over to kiss you fervently. "Need you," he murmurs between kisses. "Body so goddamn perfect, you know that? Fuck, couldn't help myself," he says, the words tumbling out in an urgent stream of hunger.

Still half asleep, you reach between your legs, beyond his hand, and grasp blindly at his cock, surprising a breathless little moan out of him. Parting your thighs, you guide his cock between them, and then tighten them back together. You press your hand overtop his. "Don't stop," you tell him, voice wrung with sleep and arousal in equal parts. Immediately, Homelander resumes massaging circles over your clit, stopping only briefly to bring his hand up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth to wet them before he puts them right back to work. Simultaneously, he starts thrusting against you, fucking the plush, warm space between your thighs, your cunt wet and perfectly soft along the top of his cock. "Uuhhnn, fuck, fuck," he moans, moving his hand from your jaw to your throat, holding you firm against him as his pace quickens, thrusts turning jagged the closer he climbs to his release. He's bringing you to the edge with him, fingering your clit with such deft precision that you're starting to feel lightheaded— though that could also be from the divine grip he has on your throat. "John," you whimper, clinging to both of his wrists, your skin pricking, pressure building. You're fully awake now, but helpless to the onslaught of pleasure. "Oh, god, John. That feels so f-fucking good, gonna make me— make me—" Homelander doesn't get to hear the rest of it, but he feels it. He feels your whole body lock up like a vice, your hold on his wrists tightening, your nails biting ineffective crescents into his invulnerable skin. He feels your clit throb wildly, but it's your pussy soaking and convulsing along the top of his cock that hurls him over the precipice of his own release. He comes messily into the space between your thighs, load after load spilling out from between them, dripping down your skin. He forgets to breathe for a solid minute, the orgasm shaking him to his core. Finally, he sucks in a shaky breath, exhaling roughly as he gently rocks his hips into the wet mess he's made of your thighs, relinquishing his hold on your throat, burying his face into your neck. The two of you spend a few moments just breathing, gradually floating down from the high of it, peaceful silence falling over you both. Homelander nuzzles you, smiling dreamily in the aftermath of his pleasure. "Good morning," he murmurs, kissing your neck. You lift your head just enough to catch a look at the clock. "Absolutely not," you respond, words half slurred. "It's barely 4AM. Get me a towel, I'm going back to sleep," you inform him, putting your head right back down on the pillow. Homelander laughs, adjusting his arms around you to embrace you, squeezing you briefly against him. "Pretty good way to wake up if you ask me." "Try it again in four hours," you respond, jelly-limbed in his arms. Homelander grins, broad and predatory. "Is that permission?" "Mmmhm," you hum, already forgetting about the mess between your legs as you fade back into sleep, walloped by one of the most intense orgasms of your life. "Perfect," Homelander purrs, kissing your cheek. "Sleep tight." Now he's really got something to look forward to.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Since you’re really getting into the world of Jewish music, have you heard of chilik frank ? He’s a chossid who does ashkenaz/Klezmer. My absolute fav song from him is a song called ‘Rabi meir omer’ !

Ughh one thing I love about kletzmer is the emphasis on clarinet so many songs have. It makes me want to pick mine back up and play this by ear...

As well, this is how it feels to play clarinet:

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I'm glad you sorted things out! Truly.

Cellbit: We sorted things out, Pac.

Pac: [...] This was a joint effort. And I'm happy to know I can count on you too, Cellbit. Thank you so much. You didn't leave us behind, you didn't abandon us; you saved us.

Cellbit: We'll handle this. Everything that comes our way, Pac. We got here together, and we'll leave here together with our child when we find him. Right?

Pac: We will find him.

Cellbit: It wasn't just me, it wasn't just you, and it was also Forever. It was all of us [...] and that's why I need you all, because I know with you, we can accomplish whatever the hell we want.

Pac: We will!

[ Translations and clip provided by TZC_updates Thank you again! ]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

If Suguru had a childhood friend, do you think he would give them a promise ring like Rika did with Yuta?

OOOOOH 👀👀👀👀👀 anon this is such a tasty question ….. i’ve said this before but sugu w the childhood friends trope is like . my favorite thing Ever. so i have many thoughts hehe >:3

hmmmm honestly . i think it kinda … depends….. like i could totally see him being a promise ring guy, but i also picture his childhood besties to lovers arc as being a big slowburn !!! so. i just feel like he wouldn’t reveal his feelings as early as yuuta did w rika, yk? i can picture him being more like your protector when you’re children, watching over you and tending to you …. and i think that stays the same as you grow older. he’s a patient man so i don’t think he’d feel the need to confess right away!! giving you a promise ring feels a little too direct somehow…? 🤔 then AGAIN i’m very self-indulgent and i like my childhood friends romances to be as full of pining and longing as possible LMAO

like . in a way it’s possessive . and that’s kinda sugu. but maybe i see that more as an older suguru thing? i could see him giving you a promise ring when you’re fresh out of high school bc he just. wants you to know he’s there when you’re ready. he wants you to know how deep his devotion runs. but when you’re kids i think it’s more likely that you make a promise w him under a starry sky or smth 😭 the trope where you promise to marry each other if you haven’t found someone else in 20 years. or something. i feel like you would promise each other that and he would never forget it.

SOOO basically i guess what i’m trying to say is….. suguru would 100% give you a promise ring, but probably not when you’re children. i think he very much views you as His Person tho 😭😭 in a very tender midly possessive way !!!

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

How to Marvelously piss off a Bat: A Guide by Billy Batson, Pt 1

Bruce: Hint at anything and everything prophetic, alternate futures or timelines where something goes horribly wrong. The sheer amount of stress will piss him off, weather its true or not.

Ex:

Billy: Well, this could be worse…

Batman: Superman is flinging himself into buildings high on fear gas, how does this get any worse chum?

Billy: Well hes not murdering his wife or lasering my eyes out right now so we’re definitely in the better timeline

Bruce: he’s not What now

Dick: Midair super-speed pokes. The slightest jab at the side, ankle, or even knuckle mid leap or drive freaks him out and leaves him fumbling a lot.

Ex:

Nightwing, happily summersaulting off buildings preparing to grapple to another mid flip: It’s a bird, its a plane, its the Lord Gray-

Captain Marvel, gaining righteous revenge for his bowl of marshmallow only lucky charms: (Pokes the back of his right knee) bop

Nightwing, now clutching his right knee 57 stories up: so-IIIIIEEEEEE

Jason: Stick a plunger on that crome dome of a helmet, bonus anger points if its during a meeting or in front of people he’s trying to intimidate

Ex:

The Red Hood, scourge of Gothams criminal underworld, in a meeting with his lieutenants: Next thing on our agenda-

The Red Hood, now with 3 plungers stuck to his helmet: We- what the hell

The Hoodlum from the warehouse rafters: THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR SELLING ME OUT TO BATMAN JERK FACE!!!

Hood, taking a plunger off and pointing it at Hoodlum: I KNOW 17 WAYS TO KILL YOU WITH THIS THING YOU LITTLE SHIT, SO YOU’VE GOT 17 SECONDS TO RUN!!

Tim: Mutter something sounding like a vague hex within his proximity, he’ll think you cursed him if he knows you’re petty enough. Basically a magical non-magical psych out

Ex:

Tim, very tired: I am not helping you beat Damians score on Cheese Viking Billy, that goblin will know you cheated and then its my head on the same stick as yours.

Billy, muttering under his breath while walking away: oi karpoí tou kópou sou na xekinísoun sto stóma sou (may the fruits of your labor sour in your mouth)

Tim, understanding the Greek and that billy has ties to Greek gods and magic: *panik*

@thefantasmarex

[astralhope]

- I understand how you feel, Yuma... and I don't want you to accept it. -

Rank 55: Yuma Jets!!