#this kinda escalated

[thegamingcatmom]

Miranda & The Jewelry

This got way too deep, but-

...Yall think Miranda got her jewelry from the Duke? Or from "our" world? I mean, it's probs custom made, right? (Perhaps she has a smartphone hidden somewhere and just had it made somewhere online, lmao.) What gave her the idea? Did she get it solely for show/intimidation purposes or was it a purchase she made for herself as well? Like, is she a woman who enjoys wearing jewelry in general? Did she even have to PAY for it?? Does she even have money, considering she doesn't really require the things a normal human being does?? But then, who's paying for the electricity in her lab?? There IS light, after all. Did she just force some poor villager to sign their name and now she's cackling like mad every time the electricity bill arrives?? Then again, she goes around stealing babies like it's a free for all, so I guess she'd have no problem stealing money too?? ANYWAY-

What was running through her mind when she laid eyes on it for the very first time?

...The jewelry, not the electricity bill. 😭

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This is the story of Miranda & The Jewelry.

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Some 100 years ago...

Baby Miranda: "I must have something that captures the full essence of my new form. It must be dark, yet regal. It must strike fear into the hearts of my subjects, but also fill them with a reverence only perceivable in the face of Divinity - a godsend that has come to collect what is due. They are to see me as their shepherd, someone they foolishly look to for guidance and protection as they fail to realize that the dangers they so desperately seek shelter from are staring them directly in the face."

The Duke, scribbling down notes: "A shepherd that fools...*scribbling stops* Excellent choice! Anything else?"

Baby Miranda: *thinking*

Baby Miranda: "...Make it gold."

The Duke: "Consider it done!"

A few days later...

Baby Miranda: "Do you have it?"

The Duke: "But of course. I always deliver on time."

The Duke: *reaches down to retrieve a sizeable gilded chest*

Baby Miranda, on the outside: 😐

(Baby Miranda, on the inside: 👀)

The Duke: *places the chest on the table before gesturing for Miranda to open it*

Baby Miranda: *opens it agonizingly slow*

...

The Duke: 😌

Baby Miranda: *gaze drifts to The Duke...dangerously slow*

The Duke: 😌

Baby Miranda: "...Are my powers a joke to you?"

The Duke: *not at all fazed by the thinly veiled death threat*

The Duke: "Oh, certainly not, Madame-"

Baby Miranda: "Mistress to you."

The Duke, still not fazed at all: "Of course...Mistress Miranda. Allow me the question: You seem a bit...morose?"

Baby Mistress Miranda, not having it: "What is this?"

The Duke: "Why...what the Mistress requested, of course-"

Mistress Miranda: "I said regal, not eagle."

The Duke: "Why yes-"

Mistress Miranda: *snatching the mask and holding it up*

Mistress Miranda: "This is a bird."

The Duke: "Inspired by one indeed, yes."

Mistress Miranda: "..."

The Duke: "Capture the full essence, was it not?"

Mistress Miranda: "..."

The Duke: "The Mistress does have wings, does she not?"

Mistress Miranda: "..."

The Duke: "Might I propose that you try it on?"

Mistress Miranda: "..."

The Duke: 😌

Mistress Miranda: *very hesitantly tries the mask on*

The Duke: "Oho, will you look at that! The Mistress is a feast for the eyes! That essence was well and truly captured, if I say so myself."

Mistress Miranda: "...Flattery won´t spare you."

The Duke: "Ah, it is a good thing then that I speak mere facts, Mistress Miranda. Oh!-"

The Duke: *fishes something out from somewhere off to the side*

The Duke: "Please, have a look..."

Mistress Miranda: *looks into the mirror the Duke is holding out*

Mistress Miranda: "..."

The Duke: 😌

Mistress Miranda: *still looking - takes in the mask, then her wings (which seem to appear...bigger, somehow), then both combined*

(Baby Miranda: 😍)

Mistress Miranda: *sneaks a glance at the Duke*

The Duke: "...Would the Mistress care to try on the rest?"

Mistress Miranda: *takes another look inside the chest to notice there´s, in fact, more*

Mistress Miranda: *takes out the rest...only to dangle it questioningly in the air, arching one eyebrow at the Duke*

The Duke: "Hand chains - as exquisite as they are lethal! Much like the Mistress herself!"

Mistress Miranda: *...slowly slips into one, wiggling her fingers to get a feel for it*

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Mistress Miranda: *slips into the other one*

The Duke: 😌

Mistress Miranda: *takes in both her hands, imagines the things she could do, the hearts she could ri-*

(Baby Miranda: 😍😈)

Mistress Miranda: *eyes dart up to the Duke*

The Duke: 😌

Mistress Miranda: "..."

Mistress Miranda: *snaps her fingers at the poor, cowering villager somewhere off to the side that nobody´s noticed up until now, then points at the Duke*

Some poor, cowering villager: *stumbles forward and shakily hands the Duke a satchel filled with four months´ worth of hard-earned lei*

The Duke: *takes it without hesitation*

The Duke: "An excellent investment! Do let me know if you require anything else."

Mistress Miranda: *turns around without another word, about to leave-*

The Duke: "Oh...Mistress Miranda?"

Mistress Miranda: *stops but doesn´t turn around*

The Duke: "Allow me the observation: Shouldn´t a protector of the masses carry a title befitting such divine status?

Mistress Miranda: *slowly turns around to face him*

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The Duke: 😌

Mistress Miranda: "...What do you propose?"

The Duke:

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WAS I TOO TIRED TO GIVE THE DUKE ACTUAL DIALOGUE AT THE END THERE?

...No. Ofc not. But yknow what they say-

"A picture is worth a thousand words." 😌

[arttsuka]

So, @wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au...

[earthtooz]

in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.

quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc

there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.

it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 

for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 

as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 

“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”

“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 

“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 

shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.

not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.

there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 

“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”

his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.

“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”

“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.

as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.

with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[mattmurdeaux]

✨ MATT MURDOCK'S LOVE LANGUAGE ✨

Forehead Touch

Neck choking

Caressing

Sensual touching

Hair pulling

[xulips]

invitation (in which three times ena invites akito, one time akito does the same to his sister)

[noraigo]

TAN AND KHAOFANG: physical contact close-ups.

second tanfang wednesday without them. as you can see, i'm very normal about tan pushing khaofang down so their chests are pressed to each other while kissing in the third and fourth gif. absolutely okay 👍 khaofang's legs that are humping on tan's? nothing outworldly. tan's hands gripping on khaofang's neck and waist? fine for me. khaofang's hands trying to go under tan's shirt and caress his chest? yeah, totally normal...

[trashiiplant]

bro is going through it

[thegooblet]

you know how cats will leave dead mice and birds on your doorstep as gifts? lifesteal mapicc totally does that shit

[iidakki]

just going to leave this here... silly little modern batjokes🙇

[pralinesims]

What's your favorite candy? 🍬

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

Dog!owner Sukuna, sukugo AU

EDIT feel free to tell me your dog breed amd name suggestions! I'm thinking of making this a bit longer 🤭

Now I'm kinda thinking about Sukuna owning a big, scary looking dog, who doesn't like strangers.

He's bringing Satoru home for the first time, on edge, kind of worried, but Satoru assured him it's fine, he loves puppies. It's a grown ass dog, Sukuna reminded him but fell on dead ears. All dogs are puppies and that's final!

Doesn't calm his nerves one bit, what if his dog bites him? What if he doesn't like him? Satoru is one of a kind, he'll never find someone like him again. But this dog is his baby.

So he opens the door, showing Satoru living room, where his roommate lays on his bed, curious about the new person in his home.

"he's adorable!" Satoru gushes at him and Sukuna calls him over. Training was a challenge, both of them are stubborn, but it paid off. He couldn't wish for a better companion.

Satoru smiles kindly and leans down a bit, holding out his hand "I'm Gojo Satoru. I'm honoured to meet you, Sukuna told me so much about you."

The dog sniffs at his hand and takes a few steps closer, allowing Satoru to gently tickle his chin. He goes down to his knees and grinnes happily.

"What good boy! And so handsome!" The dog starts wagging his tail, as if he understands every word. He sniffs at Satoru's a few times and starts licking his face until he laughs.

Sukuna just stands there, puzzled. "This has never happened before", he mumbles to himself. He tried to introduce some past flings to him, but his dog wasn't a fan (he was fine with Uraume and his family). Not long after he got him, he tried the whole thing for the first time. His buddy looked annoyed and borderline pissed. He even growled once and snapped his- very sharp- baby teeth. They worked on that, but the hatred of his partners stayed, just as his a bit stoic personality.

Sukuna wasn't that bothered, but this wasn't some random hook up. This was Satoru.

His Satoru.

The first and only person to give him a challenge, to entertain him with his witty mouth, to captivate him with his beauty...to clear his skies with his kind heart. The same one he willingly gave to Sukuna, and as unworthy as he is, he will never let it go.

The same person who's rolling on the ground with his dog, both of them having so much fun together. He can't help but smile, letting the relief wash over him in gentle waves.

He makes the dinner and has to remind Satoru more than once to not sneak food under the table. (He worked very hard to stop his dog from begging don't ruin it and NO he's not starving!)

Sukuna cleans the table, Satoru's too busy talking to the dog about just anything and looking absolutely breathtaking. And just as he finished the last plate, he feels two arm around him and a face pressing into his back.

Satoru nuzzles his cheek against him and sighs quietly.

"See? I told you no one can resist me."

Sukuna touches the hands hugging him before he turns around, wrapping his own arms around his beloved.

"Mhh. You charmed me as well, so there's maybe truth to your words" and he kisses him because he can. Because he can't believe how lucky he got.

Their soft kisses turn passionate, hands growing restless. He turns them around, slamming Satoru against the rattling countertop, causing him to groan out loud.

Before he can lift him up, to let Satoru wrap his legs around him, he hears loud barking. His mind is foggy, so the first thing to come to his mind is 'intruder'. Sukuna pulls back ro turn around, to search for a burglar, but his dog squeezes between them, as If to protect Satoru from him.

He looks at his dog and then to his lover. And let his gaze fall on his dog again, puzzled "huh?"

It was Satoru's loud laugh that broke the spell. He petting the dog again, trying to control his volume.

"HAHAH You were so worried about him not liking me, but now he loves me even more than you!" He's kissing the furry head and coos at his, apparently, new best friend.

"I'm fine, Daddy wasn't hurting me! Look!" He slowly makes his way to Sukuna, reaching for his face to kiss him briefly. Apparently he was the dog whisperer, because bis dog calmed down instantly as Satoru approaches him again, ready to cuddle him.

"You're such a sweet little thing, the sweetest even! Trying to protect me from this big teddy bear...I love you so much!"

And Sukuna watches, as a realisation hit him:

He's the third wheel now.

[theroundbartable]

It's not the first time Arthur sees Merlin. Up until now, however, all they had been doing was fighting each other. This is the first time Arthur sees him laugh though. And Arthur figures he may not be a straight as he originally thought. Hence, very first bi panic.

[usergayeddie]

besevboom instagram (01/??)

[hplonesomeart]

SMG4 fandom how are we feeling about the carnival coming up. I’m scared and going to scream :))

Plain sketch version without the grey background blend btw wahooo

[skeletalheartattack]

have you posted about gelato before :o ?

honestly, every mention ive made of Gelato in the past month or so has just been through the tags of some posts ive reblogged on here, it's only been until now that ive gotten around to showing him off!

this is Gelato, a Flamingo/Secretarybird mix that my friend @meetthehelper put together!

for a while, i've been wanting to figure out a bird fursona for myself, and i wanted one that had a similar silhouette to that of Scratch (i.e. Scratch & Grounder), and the bird that seemed to make the most sense to me was a flamingo. it was Helper's idea to mix him with another bird species, and i really like what she ended up with :)!

[vicsy]

something something something about how max’s hair is completely brown now…when daniel closes his eyes all he sees is blonde

ohhh. ohh anon. you should not have gone there.... but I am glad you did. this is also something very up @mysticalbreadcollective 's alley since blonde Max is on her daily agenda BUT

anon. idk what floats your boat but let me take you somewhere rancid under the cut (let the record show that I am a maxiel truther but my god do I enjoy making them suffer with other people)

it's current season and maxiel aren't together due to Reasons with capital R of course. Daniel's "i can't fuck my teammate i am not into guys or am I but maybe that's just Max oh no you can't be with Max" and Max's general understanding of his own worth and needs. they can't escape the tension, the lingering touches, the double entendre running through their relationship like a river in flood. one step forward, two steps back etc etc

so things aren't going exactly as planned for Daniel and, naturally, he's fighting the pull towards Max and the best next thing his brain chooses to do is find someone to hook up with, get it out of his system. since his dick is very much attuned to Max after years of imagining that's its gonna find itself parked in Max's ass (which never happened), Daniel's looking for someone particular to scratch the itch and, apparently, to spite the fate, his choice falls to YOU GUESSED IT – Liam.

very convenient, since they're both gunning for the same thing. exploring some healthy alternatives to their impromptu rivalry or whatever the media says. Daniel's pretty charming and Liam's easy. done and done.

and it's bad. capital "b" Bad. the sex comes pretty fast and Daniel's checking all of his boxes - rookie, blonde, tiny waist, looks at him with wide eyes etc etc and Liam is surprisingly down to fuck cause maybe that is also convenient for him, too. but he's mean about it. He's heard legends about Big Dick Ric and the dick is very big but the prowess? lacking. he says that to Daniel's face after, like, the third time it happens. which should be incredibly insulting but–

Daniel's pining and trying to trick himself which works exactly for three seconds but Liam isn't what he wants. wrong kind of blonde hair that Daniel's gripping tight while he fucks Liam from the back, never face to face, because that would prompt Daniel to THINK and RUMINATE and he doesn't want that. he wants Max the way he sees him when he closes his eyes but it's gone when he opens them and finishes another underwhelming sexcapade. it's never the right color, it's never the right person' it's always a bad time.

"do you think I'm not getting what you're doing here?" Liam says to him one day, grinning meanly, and Daniel truly doesn't know the answer to that question. he's hella confused himself. Liam seems to get off on the situation more than when he's riding Daniel's dick, so he calls Daniel Danny in the garage and he suddenly glues himself to Daniel's side, which is. weird. manipulative? Daniel's plan to get over himself backfires when he sees Liam talking to Max one day and Max's easy smile slowly dissipates as Liam's yapping but Daniel can't hear a word.

he doesn't really need to. he knows Liam cashed in on Daniel's sorry excuse of a reason to hook up. all Daniel can do is add to the history of horrendous decisions he's made in his life and live with the knowledge that he's probably never going to wake up next to Max's mostly-not-blonde hair getting in his face where they're tangled in bed, that Daniel's dabbled in something he should not have touched with a ten foot pole, that he'd tarnished all of his chanced, basically set them on fire when max had been there and never turning him down all the way.

Daniel got some, Liam got some. after all, it's Max who, unfairly, walks out it hurt the most, because of Daniel's choice, because of him thinking he was chasing something else while in reality he was running. and Daniel never fucking stopped.