#where the artie fans at?

[stawberrymilkmoth]

we need more appreciation for my boy artie!! look at him he deserves everything

[valer1esgallery]

Leviathan Head cannons

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He is arty, no discussion will ever make me change my mind. He is such an anime/game/manga fan, there is no way he hasn't made fanart before. After making his first fanart, he found it quite therapeutic and ended up buying a drawing tablet he can plug into his laptop so he can draw in his bed, on your bed, or at his desk. He managed to get pretty good at art through this and has an anonymous art account over social media platforms where he shares his art.

That being said, he has 100% drawn you many times whether it be just you, you in one of the fandoms he likes, or if it was something cute of him and you together. He will never show you any of those drawings though he did make you a small drawing for your birthday, having left it on your bed with the letter 'L' on the back. Immediately you could tell it was Levi because no way Lucifer would draw you like this. It was cute but you couldn't thank him right away because he locked himself in his room, embarrassed and flustered about what he just did.

I feel like he either chews his nails or picks at them whenever he is anxious or does it absentmindedly.

He is a cuddle bug once he is comfortable. At the start, he is extremely awkward and tense, his muscles locked while he is laying with you. After a while and getting used to cuddling with you, it becomes one of his methods of calming down and stress relief. His favourite position to cuddle you in is you under him while he is laying on top of you, his head against your chest while your fingers play with his hair. He eventually gets comfortable enough to cuddle you in his demon form, his tail wrapped around your ankle while you cuddle in his bathtub.

Like mammon, he likes seeing his pact mark on you. His pact mark is right on the side of your right thigh, making it visible whenever you wear shorts. While cuddling on his lap or in his bathtub, sometimes he subconsciously run his fingers over the mark, even his tail sometimes grazing against it. Mentioning to him that he is doing it will make him flustered an embarrassed, burying his head in you while muttering things about 'you probably don't like a yucky otaku like me'

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Still very short lol but, i think it was alright!

Thank you guys for 8 followers, what should i do next?

[overnighttosunflowers]

I saw a post earlier joking about how all the nines in the Mighty Nein will seem a little overplayed or heavy-handed to non-stream fans, which is true and amusing—like, have a bazillion nine-related things happen to a group called the Mighty Nein in a scripted show and it’s deeply heavy-handed foreshadowing; have it happen in a game of chance where the party name is a joke about dice rolls and you’ve got one of the coolest twists of coincidence in the world. (Side note, can’t wait to see how or if they even try to explain the party name in the TV show.)

BUT this also got me thinking more broadly about the challenges of adapting a game of chance into a TV show—how you keep those coincidences and lucky rolls, which are some of the very coolest moments in the campaign, from feeling like easy outs or lazy writing. Some of them seem easier than others—like, you don’t need to know how goddamn lucky the rolls were for the blueberry cupcake scene to be incredible, because it’s also such an incredibly clever beat—BUT. I’m thinking about Cad’s divine intervention in 140.

A zero-two. He rolled a zero-two. When fate said no, Caduceus said please. And it worked. Fate said okay, you can have this one. They’ve earned it. And it felt the way it did because it wasn’t just an inspired story moment. In a scripted show, whatever happens was always going to happen. But CR isn’t scripted. It was chance and fate and luck. It was a prayer that reached the Wildmother and that prayer was a d100.

And luckily for purposes of adaption, it’s a campaign—hell, an episode—that shows you the way divine intervention doesn’t always work. (Jester calling out for Artie, my heart.) So they’re well set up to keep it from feeling like a deus ex machina. But god. God. How do you replicate the feeling of that moment? Of knowing it‘s over, and then suddenly it isn’t?

[hyperballart]

during tonight’s challengers rewatch i noticed there’s a scene where a fan shouts for art but calls him ‘artie’ im giggling

[lenavonschweetz]

Hunter Insert

Dean Winchester x Reader

Synopsis: You really didn’t mean to, but somehow you’d stumbled upon something called Tumblr - and in turn fanfiction. You may or may not get addicted to reader inserts featuring your favorite teammate. You may or may not get caught.

Warnings: Smut, second-hand embarrassment, adorable Dean, fanfiction cliches, fanfiction cliches turned on their heads, fluffy smut.  It’s ok (and quite adorable, honestly) to laugh during sexytimes.

A/N: This is just a reworking of one of my most popular Bucky x reader fics!  Tweaked for the Supernatural world and storyline. No Beta, so be kind!

You’d had a thing for Dean Winchester for longer than you could remember.

It probably all started when you met Sam Winchester at school.  The tall goober took to you immediately.  Your calming presence and warm smile lured him in and you became fast friends, giving Sam a bond he hadn’t felt in a long time.  You were the only one he trusted enough to tell the truth about his family and their business.  He spoke of his older brother with bucket loads of admiration, though he would never admit it to the man in question.  When he told stories of their shenanigans back in the day, his eyes would light up but then his smile would fall just as quickly when he also recalled his father.  You fell in love with the idea of a man glorious enough to make even displaced, ‘unwanted’ (his words, not yours), and jaded Sam smile like the kid he never got to be.

They say reality never lives up to the stories, but lord almighty were they wrong.

You first met Dean when the business of his dad’s disappearance was in full swing.  A regular weekly movie night at Sam and Jessica’s place having turned tense when an unknown figure had broken in.  You remember your eyes had wandered to his dark figure, speaking to Sam in hushed tones, head reeling as you realized this was the man who haunted your dreams. The infamous older brother and monster hunter, Dean Winchester.

You hadn’t believed in love at first sight, but the way his impossibly hazel eyes made your heart clench… Well, there was no denying this is exactly what was happening.  

After Jessica had died you sat out the first leg of their search for their father, wanting to let them catch up.  It wasn’t until after their father was long dead, and the apocalypse was well on its way that you joined back in - or rather, were dragged back in.  Being the only woman currently in Sam’s life - though platonically, of course - the universe seemed to have it out for you and after having to save you from demons at least twice, the brothers claimed teaching you how to defend yourself and dragging you along with them would be safer than leaving you to whatever fate there was to be had.  You even became an incredibly capable hunter.  Though this was all after Sam had effectively ended the world with a demon lover who screwed him over, Dean died then came back thanks to the help of an angel - Castiel - who joined in your asinine little game, and the apocalypse really started.  Because life with the Winchesters was never simple.

And through all your years together, there was always the looming reality - or rather, fantasy - of the Supernatural books by Chuck Shurley.

At first, the fans were harmless.  There was the convention incident where reality and fantasy got a little too close, but Chuck assured you he was going to stop writing the books.  

He lied, obviously.

Still, the fandom was mostly benign - and rather small, actually, with only some fanatics here and there. Although perhaps your favorite attention to come from the ‘fame’ was from Tumblr.

Folks from all over the world posted about the boys - or rather their ‘fictional’ counterparts. Artists’ work would pop up from time to time, usually of the boys, but yours were there - even if they were pretty scarce. 

The art was amazing.  Some funny comics, some lewd drawings, some gorgeous renders - all talent.  But somehow, from Chuck’s descriptions of you and the boys, these artists rendered the most flattering, wonderful, and accurate works.  It was incredibly humbling and awe-inspiring all at once.  It even got you to start reading the books!

And you couldn’t blame them for the way the brothers were almost always shirtless or naked. They were like Greek statues, for God sake!

Your character was pretty popular, up until Chuck’s latest book where he started hinting at your little crush on the older brother.  Thank God the boys never read them, or you’d be in deep shit.

Some users sided with you “she’s only human! And he is just so…well, look at him!” Lewd pictures were attached to that post.  Others condemned you. “Seriously? How could he ever notice someone like her? #DeanDeservesBetter” “What’s Chuck thinking?”, “Worst.  Ship. EVER!”

Those stung, you’d admit. But if growing up in the 21st century taught you anything, it’s that fans were only jealous and no one was safe. You could ignore the hate though.

What you couldn’t ignore was the fanfiction.

Oh goodness, the fanfiction.

What seemed to be most popular were the reader inserts with your gorgeous teammate, and you didn’t mind indulging in them one little bit. Some were sweet and cute, others left you dashing for a cold shower after. It stunned you that these writers were able to capture Dean’s mannerisms and personality so well! And these works were just so addicting!

It became a daily thing, finding a new fic, and reading it in the safety of your room where no one could see or judge. You read reader inserts, stories with original characters, and may or may not have found a guilty pleasure in a teensy bit of Destiel (who could deny the two perfect specimens would be hot as hell together?? But you would never tell them).  You steered clear of the Dean x Lisa fics, though, like your life depended on it.

That was one torture you just couldn’t expose yourself to.

Then you stumbled over the one that changed everything. A new fic by one of your favorite authors that featured Dean (of course) and…you. It was a prompt you hadn’t read before, one where the two of you had to share a motel room with only one bed and things got hot and heavy. Your heart raced as you indulged in this fantasy, thinking of all the times you had to share a room with your teammates, though there was always more than one bed. You had never shared with Dean, as he usually bunked on the couch while you and Sam each bunked alone, but a girl can dream can’t she?

And dream you did.  Especially with Dean’s constant flirting and sexual innuendos.

The story became a constant thought in the back of your mind and when Sam hangs back at the bunker and leaves you and Dean to take on a duet hunt together, you felt your heart stop. At the motel when checking in, you were given one room and your mind ran ramped.  Had he read your phone’s history? Did he find your Tumblr? What if he had read the sinful story you’d found and wanted to live out the fantasy with you (another of your favorite prompts). The thoughts had you following silently behind your partner, heart racing as he smiled at you while his deft fingers unlocked the door. Steeling yourself as you walked inside behind him, you dropped your bags and spun around to find… 2 beds.

Oh.

Well, you supposed your dirty fantasies were just that; Fantasies.

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The night crawled on with no notable incidents -unfortunately-, and when it was finally time to call it a night, you both fell into your own beds.

Sleep evaded you for hours. The thought of that perfect body lying just feet away from you swam in the back of your mind. You could easily get up, crawl into bed with him, and make all your dreams come true. The fantasies that filled your head made you anything but tired.

Well, that, and the fact that Dean was snoring like a mother fucking buzz saw.

Your wide, dry eyes stared up at the ceiling as the loud rumbles filled the room. Dean had come a long way - with your help - and no longer had nightly episodes or memories of hell. Of course, they still happened on occasion, but they were a rare occurrence now.  The hunter often found himself sleeping soundly through most nights, including this one.

He was the only one who would, it seemed, as you tossed and turned, doing your best to tune out the irritating sound. You put earplugs in, then headphones playing music, then even tracks of white noise.  A forest, a stream, the ocean each one louder than the last.  They all usually knocked you right out on a hunt.

But Dean snored over all of them.

You did your best to ignore it, you really did, but when he rolled over onto his back and started with a newfound volume, you’d decided you’d had enough.

“Dee.”  You say lowly, hoping that he’ll sleep through the disturbance, but that his subconscious will hear his name and disturb his sleep just enough that he’ll shut the hell up.

The resounding snort proves that theory wrong.

“Dee!”  You snap, louder now.  Nothing.  “Dean!”

A few moments pass…

Nothing…

Maybe it worked!  Maybe-

Yeah, no,  there he goes again.

Groaning loudly, you sit up and reach for your phone.  Fine, if his hard-sleeping-ass can sleep through all that, then he could sleep with the light from your phone filling the room as well.

You open your favorite app, the blue screen greeting your tired eyes.  Switching over from the homepage feed, you type ‘Dean x reader’ into the app’s search bar and your screen is immediately flooded with fic after fic.  Pursing your lips, you decide to narrow your search.  It doesn’t seem like you’ll be falling asleep any time soon, so what would the harm be?  You let your thumbs fly over the screen’s keyboard.

Dean x reader smut.

Happy with your amendment, you hit ‘search’ once more and decide to take a walk on the wild side.

Immediately, your screen is flooded with sin and you bite back a smile.  With your screen’s light as low as it’ll go, you click on the first story and settle into a comfortable position, facing away from Dean and the window as you immerse yourself in the fic.

You’ve probably been reading for about an hour or so when your bladder decides it’s time for you to get up.  Sighing quietly, you leave your phone on your pillow, creeping through the silent room.  As soon as you’ve taken care of business and washed up, you tiptoe back to bed.  As you all but fall into the sheets, feeling like you can finally sleep, you realize your phone is not where you left it.

Hell, it’s not even in the bed.

Sitting up in fright, your eyes dart across the room and the sleeping man in the bed opposite yours.  When you see the dimly glowing screen on the bedside table, you sigh in relief, telling yourself that your sleep-deprived brain probably just didn’t register you putting it away.  Locking the screen with sleepy eyes, you drift off to sleep with visions of Dean trailing kisses down your neck flitting behind your eyes.

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The morning comes much too quickly for your taste, but you push yourself out of bed to face the day ahead.

You grab your bag quickly, packing up all your belongings as you and Dean prepare for your hunt.  He’s uncharacteristically quiet this morning, barely meeting your eyes as you two embark from the motel room.  Shrugging it off, you follow behind him and before you know it, the two of you are standing before the doors to a known haunted office building.  It’s far too early for anyone to be there, so breaking in is easier than you’d expected and the two of you don’t run into any trouble as you make your way to the top floor.

Once there, you put your plan into motion, Dean taking a defensive position as you sneak into the manager’s office.  You find the haunted artifact like you’ve done a million times before, and you note the sudden shift in the air once you touch it.  It’s almost too quiet as you do your work, but by the way Dean hasn’t even flinched in his spot is a good indicator that things are - miraculously - still going as planned.

Finally, your work is done - the artifact turned to ash and the ghost successfully placated.

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You don’t allow yourself to breathe until you and Dean walk into yet another motel, this one only a few towns over from your rendezvous point with Sam.  You’d spend the night here before making the remainder of the journey in the morning.  Exhaustion hits you like a freight train as you trudge to the room, and you find yourself hoping against hope once more that your favorite fics may come to life.  But when your eyes fall on two beds once more those hopes are dashed.

“You can take the king,”  Dean says, and you suddenly realize those are the first words he’s spoken to you all day aside from the business of the break-in earlier.  There hadn’t even been one famous Dean innuendo all day.  “I’ll take the queen.”

You raise your eyebrow at that but don’t argue, even though you know damn well that the man who is almost twice your size probably needs the larger bed more than you do.

No more words are passed between the two of you as you prepare for bed, each taking their turn in the bathroom and shower before turning the lights out and settling down to sleep.  It doesn’t take long for sleep to tickle at your eyelids, but it’s chased away almost instantly when Dean’s buzz saw snores kick to life again.

Groaning quietly, you toss a pillow at the human-grizzly bear before rolling over to grab your phone and headphones from the bedside table.  He continues, of course, and you go to your favorite app once more.  Using your phone this late at night and right before you sleep is bad, you know, but how the hell are you supposed to sleep with that man rumbling only several feet from you.

You open a new fanfic, this one’s warnings staring you down as you read “smut, language, NSFW gifs” and you can’t fight back the smirk that plays on your lips.  Again, you roll onto your side, back towards Dean, as you get to reading.

You know your breathing has picked up pace as you get past the fic’s casual banter between friends and the sexual tension sets in.  Your legs squeeze together of their own accord, your chest warming in arousal as you envision Dean speaking to you the way he’s speaking to Y/N in this fic.

Within a few minutes - and a few lines - the sexual tension explodes into a full-on kiss, the smut slowly building as a result.  You scroll quickly, devouring every detail before your fingers slow as the top of a gif comes into view.  It’s sinful, to say the least.  You watch the way the man’s hips swivel into his lover’s, her head thrown back as he buries his head against her throat and himself deep into her.

Your lip is back between your teeth and you can’t bring yourself to scroll on just yet.  Instead, you let yourself take every detail in as the image loops, again and again, your arousal growing with every second.  Oh, what you wouldn’t give to have Dean moving against you that way.  His heavy breath fanning over your collarbone as he grinds against your most sensitive skin.  You have to bite your tongue so as to not moan into the silent room.

Wait…

Silent.

You realize at that moment that the violent snores from the other side of the room have died completely, silence overtaking their absence.  A silence that has you tentatively glancing over your shoulder and only to immediately regret it.

Even in the dark, your eyes find the hazel ones that are only inches away.  Hazel eyes that are damn near swallowed with lust.

Oh.  

Oh, Jesus.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Kiddo?”  His deep voice rumbles in the quiet room, sending your heart galloping as you jump up to sitting, desperately burying your phone against your breast in an effort to hide its contents from him.

“Nothing.”  You say, your voice scarcely above a whisper.  You don’t miss the smirk on his face and frantically reevaluate the past several minutes in your brain.  When had he woken up?  When had he snuck up behind you?  How much had he read over your shoulder?

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”  He says, teeth dragging over his lower lip and it seems for a moment that he’s debating on whether or not he wants to take this any further.  When he speaks again though, he makes his choice very clear.  “Looks like you’re being a very bad girl.”

The room is so fucking quiet that the lump that you gulp down is painfully audible.

He didn’t just say that…did he?  You chuckle humorlessly, trying desperately to break the obvious tension and play off of the joke he is so obviously playing on you.  Dean makes comments like that all the time.  That’s just how he is with you!  Any moment now he’ll chuckle like he always does.

But then he doesn’t laugh with you.  Just stares as he scoots closer on his knees until his frame is right against the bed, pulling you by your thighs until he’s encasing you - palms on either side of your legs that are now thrown over the side of the bed.

You’reDreamingYou’reDreamingYou’reDreaming…

“That…that was too far, wasn’t it?”  He suddenly asks, rocking his weight back on his heels.  Bless him, he looks so uncharacteristically shy and you must look completely dumbfounded.  He waits with bated breath as you open and close your mouth uselessly, desperately searching for words.

Finally, you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Did you just quote the fanfiction I read last night?”  OH MY GOD, you mentally scream.  Why the fuck would you expose yourself like that?? What if he just thought of that himself??

But then what if he didn’t?  Because that line had definitely stuck out to you when reading the night before…and suddenly, you remember why it had.  That was the last line before you left your phone to go to the bathroom.  The last line you’d read with tired eyes before you set your phone down, unlocked, on your pillow and - ohmygod!

“You read that!?”  You screech, gripping your phone tighter.  You gasp so hard you damn near swallow your tongue.  “You put my phone on the bedside table! Dean, you totally snooped while I was peeing!”  Alright, you could’ve kept that bit to yourself.

He’s biting that damn lip again, and you know he can tell that’s exactly where your eyes are zeroed in on.

“Maybe?”  He says, voice small as he admits his secret to you.  “I didn’t mean to!  I just…I woke up when you shut the bathroom door, and the screen was shining right in my face - I just-I got up to lock it so it wouldn’t bother me, but then I saw what you were looking at and…”  He clears his throat.  “Y/N, I…were you reading porn…about me?”

Your face is no doubt a thousand degrees of embarrassment.

“It’s not porn!! It’s fanfiction, and-”

“It literally talks about me fucking you.”  He deadpans, eyebrows raised.  “In explicit detail.  It’s porn.”

You’re silent for a few moments, staring him down as you wait for him to back down.

Of course, he doesn’t.

“Ok, fine!  It’s porn, are you happy?”  You huff, crossing your arms and finally ditching your phone to the pillow beside you.  A sudden terrifying thought causes you to freeze. “So…are you going to tell Sam?”

“Why the fuck would I tell him?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you honestly think I’d tell him something so personal?!”

“I don’t know!”  You repeat, floundering as you toss your hands up before crossing them again in a pout.  “It’s embarrassing.  You know I tend to jump to the worst-case scenarios…”

“Y/N, I would never out you like that.”  You would have to be blind to miss the way his eyes drag over you in your nightclothes, and you are suddenly very aware of your lack of bra and just how cold it is in the room.

He seems to notice too, his eyes zeroing in on your breasts and the way your nipples are pressing against the soft fabric encasing them.

“Do you…do you want me like that?”  He asks, his voice dropping back into the husky tone it had been before his awkward detour.

“No, Dee, I was just reading porn of you for the fuck of it.”  He chuckles at that, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as the embarrassment between you two eases - making way for a choking tension.

“Really?  Ah, well, then I guess I can just go back to bed, then.”

“Don’tyoudare!”  The words are out before you can stop them, but at this point, you don’t much care.

“Oh?  Then what should I do?”  His hazel eyes are dark, gazing at you from below thick lashes as his hands creep higher up your thighs, pushing your oversized t-shirt up to expose the soft cotton covering you from his gaze.  “Should I do this?”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening as he leans forward, lips pressing against the soft skin on the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, please.”  You beg, arms falling at your sides to support you as his mouth grows closer to where you really want him.  Only he doesn’t quite reach, his eyes twinkling playfully at you.

“Words, Y/N.”  He grumbles lowly, splayed hands pushing your legs wider to give himself better access to your heat.

“Dean, please-”  A squeal escapes you when his teeth drag across your hip bone.  “Put your mouth on me.”

Nothing you’ve ever read could’ve prepared you for the way Dean touches you.

He moves slowly, his palms running from your inner thighs to behind your knees to pull your legs over his shoulders.  The movement has your stomach flipping, eyes never leaving his as he drags his tongue up the material hiding your core from him.

He chuckles at your moan, eyes batting as he presses the point of his tongue against your clit beneath your panties.  To be honest, you’re not sure which one of you is enjoying this more what with the way his fingers tighten against your legs, his eyes closing in concentration as he laps at you.

In your wildest dreams, you never thought Dean would be touching you like this - at least not outside of the fiction you were reading.  But, oh, is he touching you - playing you, more like it, plucking your strings until you’re practically singing for him.

You could cum just like this, light pets of his tongue teasing your sensitive skin, but then he’s tugging the panties from your form, diving right back into your bare skin and you’re keening at the contact, your fingers knotting in his long hair.  He groans in response to your moans, forearm flung lazily across your hips to keep you still as he wreaks havoc on you.

You open your mouth, ready to chastise him but the words instantly make way for cries as he finally swipes his tongue through your folds - fucking you with his mouth as he watches your form writhe.

“God, you taste amazing.”  He moans, and you have to hold back a giggle.  “What’s so funny?”  Do you admit that you’d read him saying those very words far too many times to keep count?

But then he’s pulling away, leaving you whimpering at the precipice of release and the sight of his strong torso being revealed to your ends any thoughts you may have had.  Especially when he reaches down and rids you of your own shirt, kissing across your collar bones once they’re exposed.

“You got any protection?”  He asks suddenly, teeth scraping at your throat and you are suddenly aware of the fact that this is real life, not a fic, and wow you’d lost count of how many bareback smuts you’d read.

Not that the thought of Dean cumming inside you wasn’t the hottest thing ever, but the idea of pregnancy was something you didn’t even want to entertain at the moment.

So, begrudgingly, you pushed him off gently, bending down to rifle through your bag - hey, it never hurts to be prepared.  You roll your eyes at his chuckle as you bend over, shaking your exposed backside at him - where he has taken your seat on the mattress - before rising to hand him the small, metallic square.

He toys with it for a few seconds, watching as you stand with a lip tugged gently between your teeth and your eyes flicker to the semi-hard shaft against his thighs. Long fingers enter your line of sight, coming to cup himself, stroking a few times as you watch him.

“See something you like, baby?”  He asks, free hand coming up to run his thumb against your lips.  You nod slowly, shivering at the new pet name, eyes never tearing from where he teases his cock.  You flick your tongue out to wet your lips, Dean’s thumb accidentally catching where it had been against your lips and then he’s growling and pulling you to him.

Your lips crash together, a flash of pain as your teeth clack momentarily, but you’re far too lost in Dean’s intoxicating proximity to care.  He seems to share the sentiment as your hands weave through his hair, pulling him closer as he moans and strokes himself faster before you straddle his strong thighs.

You consider grinding down against the taut muscle momentarily, but then Dean’s rolling the condom down his shaft, his knuckles brushing your folds as he does and all you want is for him to fill you up to the brim.

The desperation is clear on your face, wrapped in hooded eyes and a deep flush as you inhale deeply every time Dean’s knuckles brush you.

“Oh, my god!”  You huff, getting ever so impatient.  He chuckles at your tone, tugging you higher on his lap so that - finally - you’re aligned.  A brief moment passes as you two eye each other hesitantly, your nerves on fire as you consider what it is you’re about to do.  

You’re about to fuck one of your partners, one of your best friends…the man you’ve been fantasizing about for years.

“Ready?”  He asks softly, testing the waters as he runs the head of his cock through your lips.  Any hesitation you may have had melts with the shiver that travels your spine, and then some when Dean growls as you bare your nails into his shoulder blades.

“Dean, I swear to god, if you don’t fu-ck me!”  You squeal the tail end of your sentence, Dean’s own groan disappearing into the skin of your shoulder as he slides home.  Pain and pleasure flood your senses and suddenly you are highly aware of just how long it’s been.

“Shiiit,” Dean sighs at the tight fit, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips and holding you still as he struggles to hold himself off.

It’s been a while for him, too.

“Jesus, you’re tight.”  He hisses between his teeth, his brow as scrunched as yours no doubt is at the moment.

“And you’re huge.”  He laughs then, the movement of his abs against your sensitive skin enough to have you sighing.  “I, uh, think you’re good to move.”  You say quietly, testing this theory with a slight brush forward of your hips.  When delicious friction reaches your clit at the action you moan lowly.  “Oh, yeah.  Very good to move.”

And move he does, giving you a few moments as he slowly builds up the pace before falling back and letting you take the reigns.  Your hands find his strong pecs as you fall forward at the sudden shift, and a shit-eating grin crosses your face.  Dean misses this, however, as his eyes are screwed shut with pleasure.

“Fuck!”  He groans when you begin to rut against him, dragging your clit against his adonis belt as his cock head catches against your insides perfectly.  He doesn’t seem to mind this change, panting openly and quite vocally.  Well, that is until his hands find your thighs and hold on tight.  “Shit, slow down, baby…I don’t know how long I can last if you keep that up.”

You’re about to apologize, a flush very evident on your skin before Dean is manhandling you onto your back, your legs cast wide in his grasp.

“Let’s slow things down a little.”  He teases, kissing your nose as you giggle and let him set the pace.

When he does, it’s dizzyingly slow, his teeth dragging against your skin as do his fingertips and after a few minutes of sinfully slow rocks of his hips, he is very quickly stringing you towards the edge.

“Dean,”  You whimper, your walls beginning to flutter around him.  The groan that milks from his chest is nothing short of sexy and you return one of your own.  His name becomes a chant on your lips as pleasure rushes through your bloodstream, your nails digging into his taut back and after a few more thrusts of his own, he’s emptying inside the condom.

The high fades slowly, your skin buzzing in sated pleasure as a lazy smile takes place on your face.  Dean is quiet, almost shy as he retreats to the restroom to clean himself and dispose of the condom.  You snicker quietly to yourself at the thought that this detail is often left out of the fics you read, but the pleasant ache between your legs certainly isn’t.

“Well,”  He says as he returns, slipping under the covers with you.  As you shift, something digs into your side and when you bring the offending object above the covers do you realize that your phone had remained in the sheets that whole time.  You hand it off to him as he tugs you closer, waving him to put it on the bedside table.  “Aren’t you glad I decided to snoop?”  He teases as he takes the contraption from you.

“Yeah, Yeah, Dee.  But not as glad as I am that we can save on rooms by just booking us one bed from now on!”

You both chuckle at the jest, your giggles soon dying into labored breathing as your energy drains quickly against the warmth of Dean’s body wrapped around yours.  Your eyes drift shut of their own accord, not noticing how Dean hesitates at placing your phone on the charger…again.

“Hey, baby?”  He asks hesitantly, his eyes widening as he scrolls through your Tumblr feed and exposed to all sorts of sin.

“Hmm?”  You hum, sleep tickling at your mind.   That is until your eyes fly open wide at his following question.

“What’s Destiel?”

FIN

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[papdzz-blog]

我和@quentin-2718 合作的假泰晤士报！

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Front Page: "Rising Detective Solves Another Case! Exclusive Interview with Jacob Frye, the Unsung Hero of the Knighthood Ceremony"

(Photo: Detective Frye with rescued Arty.)

Yesterday evening, Queen Victoria hosted a knighthood ceremony for industrialists at Buckingham Palace. Just before the ceremony began, a guest spotted a man holding a child on the palace rooftop. Thanks to the efforts of the royal guards and a detective, the incident was quickly resolved, with the kidnapper killed on-site.

Rumors have abounded, and in the interest of truth, our reporter interviewed Jacob Frye, the detective responsible for solving the case, to reveal the event’s true nature. Unfortunately, another individual on the scene, a woman who shot the kidnapper, declined an interview.

Jacob Frye—a name that may be familiar to those interested in the detective industry or crime novels—began his detective work earlier this year, rapidly gaining renown after solving several cases. It’s rumored he collaborates with Scotland Yard, with Inspector Abberline praising Frye for assisting the police in reducing London’s crime rate and solving cases.

Known for his sharp eyes, Frye never overlooks even the smallest clues and pieces them together. Out of curiosity, the reporter asked him for his investigative secret, to which he replied, “Nothing special; the clues simply appear to me.” To this skilled detective, it seems solving cases is hardly challenging.

According to Frye, the mastermind behind yesterday’s incident was Henry Raymond, author of The Penny Dreadful Series. Raymond, who has known Frye for a long time, introduced him to some of his earliest cases. Beneath Raymond’s seemingly benign exterior, however, lay an ambitious goal: to prove he was the most cunning man in Britain. He planned to steal the "Dove Emblem" before the knighthood ceremony to cement his fame. Raymond even wrote a story about his scheme in advance to ensure timely printing.

Raymond infiltrated Buckingham Palace's guards, learning where and how to obtain the emblem. He then created a diversion to mislead the guards, staging an apparent break-in attempt. This ruse kept the guards busy with a fictional thief, giving Raymond an opportunity to slip through unnoticed. Hidden in the palace, he awaited the ceremony’s start.

At nearly the same time, Frye arrived, quickly detecting Raymond’s misleading clues and noting the disappearance of young Arty.

Arty, or Arthur Doyle, a nine-year-old fan of Raymond and friend of Frye, had occasionally assisted in investigations and was well-acquainted with Raymond. His familiarity with Raymond’s stories allowed him to recognize the author’s plans. Unfortunately, before he could act, Raymond detained him.

Unaware of all this, Frye hurried to Arty’s home, then to Raymond’s publishing house after finding Arty’s notes. Anticipating interference, Raymond had planted false clues there, leading Frye to believe an explosive plot against Buckingham Palace was imminent.

Although suspicious, Frye returned to Buckingham Palace to ensure the guests’ safety. Fortunately, the supposed bomb was a decoy, allowing Raymond, now in possession of the Dove Emblem, to attempt an escape.

However, Frye reacted swiftly. Raymond’s plan to slip away failed under strict security. Desperate, he used Arty’s life as leverage to demand his release—a scene observed by guests at the start of this article. Frye confronted the kidnapper, but saving the hostage wasn’t easy, and the scene reached an impasse. Moments later, a gunshot rang out: Henry Raymond collapsed, fatally struck. It turned out a mysterious woman had arrived on a nearby rooftop, killing the criminal. Frye declined to reveal much about this woman, describing her only as an ally he had called in.

With the villain vanquished and the hostage safe, order was quickly restored. The knighthood ceremony for several anti-child labor industrialists proceeded, demonstrating the monarchy’s stance against child labor. For more on the ceremony’s impact, readers can refer to yesterday’s A section, where scholars provided an in-depth analysis.

The reporter learned that Frye and the mysterious woman received a warm audience with the Queen. When asked about his future plans, Frye mentioned a desire to take a break from detective work, hinting at the disappointment of betrayal by a former friend. He also revealed that young Arty might begin writing detective stories himself. If all goes well, readers may soon see a novel inspired by Frye’s character.

(Photo: The Queen meets Detective Frye.)

Reporter: Quentin

Second Page: "Mysterious Window Intrusions at Alhambra Music Hall? Theatre Security in Question"

The paper received reports of an individual repeatedly climbing into Alhambra Music Hall from an upper window. While the observer couldn’t clearly identify the figure due to low light, the intruder’s familiar movements suggest it’s likely the same person each time. His movements were very skilled, and one could imagine that he had carried out this behavior multiple times before being spotted.

Alhambra is one of London’s most famous theaters, renowned for magic and music performances and among the first in the city to host ballet. Although we face the risk of pickpockets every time we go out, no one wants to sit in a theater seat worrying about such things—especially when immersed in the beauty of the performance or distracted by the graceful movements of a dancer's legs. It's hard for the audience to notice anyone eyeing their personal belongings. Any doubts regarding the theater’s security cast a shadow over Alhambra’s reputation.

The reporter visited Mr. Roth, the manager of the Alhambra Theatre, to inquire about the situation. After listening to the details provided by the witnesses, he chuckled. "He's a personal acquaintance of mine," Mr. Ross explained. "He sometimes comes to the theater to visit me. Granted, the entrance he uses might seem unusual to most people, but it doesn't pose any security risks. We both enjoy it."

Addressing the audience's concerns about personal property safety, Mr. Roth gave a heartfelt assurance. He admitted that the success of the Alhambra Theatre was largely due to his own efforts, and he values the theater even more than the crown jewels. He hopes that the experience of watching a performance at the Alhambra will become an unforgettable memory for the audience. "We certainly take the safety of our guests and their belongings very seriously," he said. "We have made significant investments in security. In fact, you should keep this in mind: even the most brazen street gangs—I'm not naming any specific organizations—have never dared to cause trouble at the doors of the Alhambra."

The manager also revealed that an upcoming play set in the Golden Age of Pirates will debut soon. Interested viewers are encouraged to attend.

Reporter: Julian

Brief News

Massive Piracy of A Christmas Carol Draws Dickens’s Outrage

Following its publication, A Christmas Carol stirred great excitement and spurred a holiday shopping trend. Despite several reprints, demand remains high, and piracy has proliferated. Dickens recently condemned these illegal copies, warning that he may take legal action if piracy persists.

Darwin Accused Again, Allegedly Hired Thugs to Intimidate Opponent

Richard Owen recently revealed an alarming encounter. His carriage was hijacked, and the assailant threatened him in a terrifying manner, demanding that he "tell the truth." On the day of the incident, Owen had a heated argument with Charles Darwin over their differing academic views. Darwin even accused Owen of writing an anonymous attack article against him, and after a bitter exchange, the two parted on bad terms. Given that the terrifying event occurred just minutes later, there is reason to suspect that it may have been orchestrated by Darwin, possibly involving street thugs he hired.

Since Darwin proposed his radical theory of evolution, he has been a target of much academic criticism. Was this event a result of his long-standing frustration with such attacks? Our newspaper will continue to monitor developments in this case.

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[pad-wubbo]

All AAI2 official English character and case names rated based on whether I think they're better or worse than the fan translation equivalents:

Di-Jun Huang > Di-Jun Wang - It's the same.

Horace Knightley > Bronco Knight - Worse.

Ethan Rooke > Bastian Rook - Worse.

Nicole Swift > Tabby Lloyd - Much better.

Raymond Shields > Eddie Fender - Slightly worse.

Jay Elbird > Rocco Carcerato - Much better.

Simon Keyes > Simeon Saint - Slightly worse.

Sebastian Debeste > Eustace Winner - Sounds worse, fits better.

Justine Courtney > Verity Gavèlle - Much better.

Sirhan Dogen > Bodhidharma Kanis - Much better.

Patricia Roland > Fifi Laguarde - Much better, they've already done "patrol" twice.

Jeff Master > Samson Tangaroa - More unique, less punny. Not sure.

Katherine Hall > Judy Bound - Slightly worse because no food pun.

Isaac Dover > Artie Frost - References his nature as an artist, better.

Pierre Hoquet > Paul Halique - Same as Japanese name, no longer parrot.

Dane Gustavia > Carmelo Gusto - Worse, doesn't sound as awesome.

Delicia Scones > Delicia Scone - It's the same.

Karin Jenson > Florence Niedler - Much better. Florence Nightingale and needles.

Bonnie Young > Hilda Hertz - Better, because alliterative.

Jill Crane > Rosie Ringer - Better, alliterative. Different nursery rhyme.

Blaise Debeste > Excelsius Winner - The absolute Winner among these names. It's so pompous, contains "celsius" and "excel" and just sounds like he went to Oxford.

John Marsh > Shaun Fenn - It's the same. Shaun means John and fen means marsh.

Amy Marsh > Amelie Fenn - It's the same.

Dai-Long Lang > Da-Long Lang - It's the same.

Jack Cameron > Alf Aldown - Better, only because it's a Deid Mann tier awful name rather than a boring realistic name.

Turnabout Target > Turnabout Trigger - Better, sounds more like a presidential assassination attempt.

The Imprisoned Turnabout > The Captive Turnabout - Better, less long-winded.

The Inherited Turnabout > Turnabout Legacy - Better for same reason as above.

The Forgotten Turnabout > A Turnabout Forsaken - Sounds more pretentious, but probably better because less confusion with The Lost Turnabout, where Phoenix forgets.

The Grand Turnabout > Turnabout for the Ages - Worse, I think. It sounds cooler, but doesn't have any chess connotations. They should have called it "The Grandmaster's Turnabout" or "Turnabout Checkmate", I think.

Also, have updated case cards to help you get used to the new names.

EDIT;

Some extra things:

* iFly Airlines in AAI1 has been reverted to its Japanese name of "GoYou". This was probably done because iFly is the name of a real Russian airline with global sanctions against it since 2022.

* As a result, Hugo Ifly is now Ugo Hughes and the tanuki called Mr. Ifly is now Captain Ugo.

* Moozilla is now Taurusaurus, which I think is a better name.

* The Grand Tower is now the Bigg Building, suggesting that Big is not merely its size, but a Mr. Bigg is its proprietor.

* The Zodiac Hall galleries are now referred to as seasonal "Wings" rather than "Palaces". Makes more sense.

* Edgeworth Law Offices is now referred to as Edgeworth and Co. Law Offices, the Co. being Eddie Fender (aka Ray Shields). Again, makes more sense.

* Rocky the bear is now Teddy, since his owner is now already Rocco as a Rocky reference.

* Anubis the hunting dog is now Helmut, a lame pun on "hell mutt".

* Astique the elephant is now Azea, like an "Asian" elephant.

* Ally the alligator is still the same. Regina Berry is not very good at naming animals.

[ask-the-pioneer]

How did you start the story? Obviously you had a start from the lore but the rest of it is all you. I'm just trying to start stories for my own characters and wondering if you have any advice.

Hey anon! I will answer this in OOC manner.

I'm fairly new to Rain World fandom, I drew my first fan art in March this year. Before that, I've been watching a lot of walkthroughs, lore discussion videos, and browsed rain world tag on tumblr daily (I still do).

I like all slugcats, but the one that specifically caught my attention was Artificer. There's countless interpretations of this character, but the one aspect of them that I latched onto is that they're a mentally unstable parent. By the time I bought the game, I'd already seen a few AU comics where Arti's pups survive, but they always left me wishing that the parent-child dynamic had been fleshed out more. And thus this ask-blog was created.

One piece of advice I can give is to decide what you want to say through your story. My AU will focus on a handful of themes that make up its core: generational trauma, mental illness of a parent affecting the child's wellbeing, blood feuds, shame and guilt ...but it'll also have some light-hearted humor, and intense fight scenes (my favourite). I've not seen many people explore these topics (at least in the RW fandom), and because I feel strongly about them I want to see more of them. It helps with motivation, too! A big undertaking like this should be both fun and educational, if that makes sense. I feel satisfied when I read a story and learn something new from it.

Hope this helps!

-- Kali

[salchat]

So, here's another Dean. This one's in neocolor crayon, which are very soft crayons - you can use water with them, but I haven't here, because the paper's newsprint and it would fall to pieces very quickly if I used water.

While I was drawing, I was pondering various arty matters. Mainly, how some art/craft posts - mostly on Facebook rather than here - irritate the hell out of me. You know the ones. Where there's some amazing piece of art/craft, but the caption is something like, 'please be kind - it's my first time!' When it's blatantly not their first time, unless art and craft is just plain easy, which it isn't. Anyway, I'm not sure why people make those posts - for others to comment how amazing they are? I suppose. But it must be pretty hollow to receive such compliments. Unless it really is their first time. And even then...

So, anyway, it made me think, why do I post my art? What exactly do I get out of it? Do I do it to receive validation in the form of compliments? I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, but I just wanted to be really honest with myself. And also, why do I make art in the first place and why this particular type of art, drawing the same characters over and over?

Well, I think I draw for the same, or similar reasons that I write - because it's my own world, that I can control. There's comfort there, isn't there? And comfort in the characters I draw and write about - they're not called comfort characters for nothing, after all. And they're beautiful, aren't they? They're just damn beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to draw them?

So, I guess I want to pour my love into creating something beautiful, or as near beauty as I can get. And I choose to do that with my crayons or my charcoal or my pastels because I love those things too - their colours, the way they spread, the way you can make big, soft marks or sharp, dark marks, the way you can smush them around with your fingers, the way you can just mess about and sometimes it doesn't work and sometimes you get an amazing effect that you didn't know was possible. I love drawing randomly, roughly, searching and searching until I find what I want.

But why post online? Hmm... Well, yes, it is nice when people think what I've created is technically skilful. I have an ego that likes to be stroked, same as anyone else. But if that was the only reason, I'd probably cheat. Some people do. And if that makes them happy, who am I to criticize?

Anyway, I think what I'm after is connection, which is in no way an original thought. That's what makes fandom so wonderful, isn't it? The way you can find connections with other people all over the world. I think when I post, I'm looking for people who love the same kinds of things that I do - the same characters, obviously, but also the same kind of approach to art. The colours and the roughness, the playfulness and the 'continuing mission' to find beauty. I think I post in the hopes that someone will see my art and think, 'hey, I like that.' And that they'll feel a little spark of joy.

I think that's what all our fan creations are about. You get the firework of joy and excitement that goes off when you create your story or your picture and then, around the fandom world, other people get a spark struck from your joy. Which is pretty flowery stuff, but, hey - I'm a writer, aren't I?

That's enough rambling. Nearly. Because I also want to do the thing I often do, which is totally anti the 'it's my first time!' kind of posts. This is very far from my first time and I want you to see the crappiness of my progress shots, because it's important to know that there's almost always a lot of crappy stages before you reach something you consider beautiful. Not perfect. I'm not after perfection, which is impossible anyway, and I would never say any of my stuff is perfect because it's far from perfect and I don't want that - I want life and humanity and striving toward something.

I'm gonna shut up now, because there are burgers to be cooked and chocolate cake to be eaten, and hey! Doctor Who's on soon! Bye!

[tightjeansjavi]

pornstar!joel & pornstar!tommy + their fur/scaly bby’s

Joel & Artemis |

Joel never considered himself to be a ‘huge’ animal person, but then little Artemis came into his life and he became a devoted cat dad overnight! (Literally)

The cat distribution system works in mysterious ways, and while out on a quick smoke break in the back alley of the studio…Joel meets his little feline companion for the first time.

He doesn’t notice her at first, but then he hears the tiniest, softest meow and this little black fluff ball comes creeping out from behind a trash bin. The poor thing is skittish, and after she takes one look at Joel, she scurries right back into her hiding spot.

The following morning Joel has come prepared to win the little kitten over with cans of tuna (a whole pack of them) he sets one out a couple feet away from the trash bin, and then another, and another. Once the trail of tuna cans are set, he waits in a patiently crouched position, hoping that this little kitten will trust him.

He doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a kitten, but he’ll be damned if he leaves her out on the street to fend for herself for another night.

He’s just about to give up when the alley door swings open and Tommy makes an appearance, leaned against the side of the wall, hands cupped around his face so he can light his cigarette. When he notices his brother crouched down on the pavement, with a trail of open tuna cans leading to the trash bin, he raises a brow. “the fuck you doin?’”

Joel doesn’t respond verbally, and instead brings a finger to his lips, glowering at his brother in a silent: shut the fuck up.

Then, by some miracle, little Artemis has been wooed by the familiar scent of tuna and creeps out from behind the trash bin.

Joel remains still as the little black kitten takes a nibble from each of the open cans, unable to just pick one and soon she’s within arms reach of him. His heart melts into a damn puddle when he hears her happy little munch, munch, munch, noises and he hesitantly reaches his hand out.

She has the softest fur, and when he hears her purr when he gently scratches behind her ears, he knows he’s done-fore.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I don’t think there’s a pussy out there that doesn’t like you, Joel.” Tommy shoots him a wink before flicking his cigarette butt off to the side.

Imbecile. Joel thinks to himself as he carefully scoops Artemis up into his arms, cradling her like a baby.

-

Joel drags Tommy to the vet with him, and after a successful visit and Artemis getting all her shots and such, they’re off to PetSmart!

He buys her the biggest cat bed he can find, a well suited litter box, all the toys she could ever want all the while he keeps her cradled against his chest and speaking softly to her as if she can understand what he’s saying: “you’re my little baby love now, Artie. And you’re never gonna go hungry or cold again, okay?”

The first night that little Artemis is in her new home, she doesn’t sleep on her cat bed, she sleeps right on Joel’s chest, curled up in a little ball while he reads.

Artemis and Tommy have some serious beef and anytime he makes her mad, she bops him!

She of course has a little pink collar with her name tag and a bell so that Joel knows where she’s at 🥺

She’s got a big big personality and she’s the perfect little balance in Joel’s life

-

Tommy & Trixie |

To most people, Tommy comes across as the type of guy who would own a dog, maybe a cat, but Tommy is a weird unique guy, so of course he would have a ball python as a pet!

Trixie (Mattel) is Tommy’s little pride and joy!

He’s a big fan of reptiles and he purchased Trixie from a reputable friend who raised ball pythons and other reptiles.

When Tommy told Joel he was getting a pet, Joel expected his brother to get a dog: a pit bull specifically. So, you can imagine the shocked look on his face when Tommy came over with Trixie comfortably wrapped around his arm like a bracelet.

“…a snake?” I hate snakes.

“Yeah! Ain’t she Purdy? Her name is Trixie!”

“As in Mattel? The drag queen?”

“Hell yeah! She’s fierce, isn’t that right Trixie?” Tommy coos and strokes her sweet little head with his finger.

“I hate snakes, Tommy.” Joel grumbles.

“Cool it, Indiana.” Tommy says teasingly. “Trixie is the nicest reptile you’ll ever meet!”

Trixie has her own instagram page as Tommy’s side hobby outside of making porn, he knits her silly little hats that have now gone viral.

Trixie doesn’t care that Joel hates snakes, Trixie loves Joel <3

Trixie and Artemis have met and they like to nap in the sun together ♡

[artdcnaldson]

Re: calling art artie

This obvs generalising but i like making stuff up

Fans dont tend to give cute nicknames like that cus its weird and personal/acting like they know them unless theyve heard someone else call them that first (which is usually someone close to them and fans kinda overstep boundaries and start calling them family nicknames) iykwim

So they probably saw a paparazzi thing or interview where patrick or arts grandma called him artie and now other fans call him that

I also like the idea that is some catlady that watches everygame and calls him artie and babyboy n acts like theyre married, has a tshirt hat and waterbottle with arts face on. pat blows her kisses because he knows shes harmless

PLEASEEEE not Art having a little stannie 😭😭

But I do love the idea that people saw it in an old interview when it was art and Patrick joking around 🥺🥺 so sweet

[unabashegirl]

plssss, y/n being hated on instagram for being younger than harry

face claim - pudderfly

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harrysupdates4u Last night after the movie premiere, some fans met with Harry. He told them that he was thinking of taking a quick break between shows and going away to somewhere quiet. He joked about having lots of reading to do. What do you think?

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harryfan204 I mean he deserves it...

harryfan038 I wonder where he might go. Perhaps Italy again? 🤔

tpwkharry what about the rest of the shows?

harryfan2947 i think the break was already planned because the next show is in ten days

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yourinstagram wow, just wow

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mitchrowland are those pants? I had no idea he knew what were those.

yourinstagram they didn't last long on him

harryfan293 she finally posted abt him! 🫣

harrysupdates the break was to spend time with her!

harryfan102 us thinking that he was actually tired 💀

yourinstagram he is. you've got no idea 🙁

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harrystyles there is something about Earl ;) 🐔

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harryfan29 she is so fucking young 😓

harry295 i can't believe she is dating her 😳

harrys492 she probably only after his money

harrytwps i don't like chickens

harry1945 i don't think he understands the implications of dating her😒

harryfan1082 he is ruining his career 😠

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Vogue Harry Styles has been receiving backlash for dating Y/N Y/L/N. The problem isn't her personality or her beauty, but her age. She is seven years younger than him. We met up with them in their small vacation cocoon and when asked, Harry said the following;

“If you have the romantic connection and that maturity to navigate through the obstacles that life might throw at you, does it really matter how old she is? This is the most stable relationship that I've ever had, which is why I decided to share it with the world and not hide it. Everyone expects me to share every single aspect of my life, but how am I supposed to do it when every time I do it, people tare apart the people I love the most?”

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taylorswift love doesn't have age

mitchrowland i love you both

harryfan294 now i feel bad

harryfan395 he hates us

harryfan1038 this is why we can't have nice things.

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yourinstagram

i was missing you

before we

ever met ✨

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harrystyles love you 💙

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Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 10-12)

BRAKMAR BRAKMAR BRAKMAR! Sorry, as an Atcham fan, I love Brakmar just as much as I love Bonta.

Two cities alike in their shitty dignity.

My favorite dystopia <3

Other things that exist in Krosmoz in Wakfu era: neon signs and these wagons for transportation.

Now I'm imagining Atcham advertising himself this way...

I think Joris should go there and be a Bonta nationalist. Mostly because I think the resulting brawl would be hilarious.

They covered the entire place in blood...

If this is a real crime in Brakmar then I cannot imagine how Atcham's triple-crossing self was living in Brakmar after betraying them to go live with his family and Bonta. And how he then went on to live back in Bonta again.

Actually insane.

I do wonder where this ruling comes from, historically. Though probably it's just "We HAVE to out-evil Bonta. So misogyny it is."

I don't even have that much to say about this — besides "grrr Bonta and Brakmar lore"

Sex-work is pretty common and open in Brakmar. We have seen that it is also present in Bonta, albeit only/mainly in red-light districts.

Somehow I doubt they have a lot of legal protections, considering the Brakmarian views on women's rights. Sad.

I never know how to approach this topic but,,, I'm pretty sure homophobia is probably real in the World of Twelve. (Though to check for sure, I'd probably have to read Dofus Manga and see what characters say about Goultard and Arty's Deep Friendship)

This doesn't matter too much, because none of the setting really explores this (and mostly, it's a result of various jokes by the writers), — but it does mean that, canonically, Crepin-Jurgens are pro-gay rights.

Ngl I am a bit sad that I accidentally named my oc the same-name-1-letter-apart on accident, but that's life for ya.

Multiple people in the World of Twelve can be Maudes/Mauds. XD

I think a lot about Brakmar. There's a reason I like it so much. Dofus MMO mentions that some people are too poor to leave... Wakfu series implies that Maude stays for the sake of her career, or because she feels that this way she might help other women.

Even if it's not the best, neither is Bonta. Brakmar is a home to many people, some of them kind, some of them not so much. And I think it's realistic that people would choose to live there and genuinely love this city.

See?! It's alright if I name my oc a similar name to another canon character, because Ankama already did this to Marline and Marilyn.

Very important lore: As of Wakfu era, plumbing and canalizations still exist. So it's okay to write these characters using sinks and taking showers or whatever. You're welcome.

I love Brakmar. So much.

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Artyom ' Artie' ???-Ludwig - the heavy medic/ red Oktoberfest fan child

he has both Mishas and medics last name but I don't have a last name for Heavy.

Artyom is the first genetically engineered child, but he is not the last.

The second oldest child.

Medic was so sure of his abilities, that he attempted to make a child that was genetically both his and Heavys. Out of the several embryos, only Artyom survived.

As such, the two of them are very protective of their only child.

Heavy wants to give him childhood he didn't get to enjoy as much. Medic wants him to experience the joy of learning and to follow his curiosity.

Heavy reaches him to Fight and defend himself. Medic teaches him how to handle various wounds if he's ever in trouble.

Artyom is fluent in Russian and German.

More in Russian, his German is more casually fluent/ amateur.

Artyom is where medic discovers that the respawn machine creates minor genetic mutations in the Mercs when they use it..and that if two mercs who have these mutations, their children will have them compounded (?)too.

Although this is admittedly more relevant to the Texas toast kids as both tfc engineers have passed some degree of this to their sons and this Dell has these slight mutations..and so does Pyro.

Anyway, Artyoms health is not the Best, he's got some degree of minor health issues but he's also got medics self healing ability.

He's also magically reactive meaning he reacts strongly to smaller amounts of magic. This leads to some Fun Times with Alexei.

He loves birds and books. Biology and literature are his favorite subjects. He learned to read from a young age, and loves to try and figure out the Biology behind monster and zombie movies. And sci Fi flicks and Stories.

He wants to make Jurassic Park real but ethical and safe.

Learns about surgery and helps with some small medical experiments. Not as a subject but as an assistant.

Often, he's considered the logical, responsible half between him and Alexei.

This is only partly true. Sometimes he's the one who suggests the nonsense and other times sometimes he is just adding to the Nonsense fire.

Personality wise: he's generally the more level headed, but with his own quirks. A natural born story teller who can improvise on the fly. Seen as Alexeis second in command and often taking over as Leader if Alexei isn't around. He often has several books on him at once. One that's new and one he's rereading.

The librarians know him by name. His books are Full of sticky notes and annotations. Some are on the verge of falling apart but he doesn't mind.

He often rough houses with Alexei. If they are in the same class they get in Trouble Together.

he has his own interest in magic that runs parallel to Charlie's. The two switch between being rivals and being collaborators.

Eventually he will help make a new branch of science via studying magic.

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Chapter 12 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Dean shuffled his weight from foot to foot, his taped and gloved fists at his sides. He felt loose. He felt good as he stared down the black curtain in front of him, waiting for it to be pulled aside so he could enter the arena to a flurry of fans chanting his name.

He could already hear those fans roaring, warmed up from the undercard fights but still anticipating the main event. In the ring, the MC was giving the opening spiel.

Bobby was just behind Dean, and Victor was behind him. Benny stepped into place after he’d traveled down the curtain to peek outside.

“Full house,” he reported. “Standin’ room only. Looks like that tour’a Cas’ did us a favor.”

Dean’s gut tightened. He had to stop himself from saying that Cas wasn’t doing anybody but himself any favors. But that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to get into at the moment—or ever. He’d done a pretty good job at focusing on the fight ahead instead of the bout he’d had with Cas last night.

Cas was supposed to have his back. He wasn’t supposed to threaten to keep the belt just because he was pissed at Dean. As if it was something he could hold over Dean’s head like a carrot on a stick.

Well, tonight Dean would show him just how ready he was for the belt. He had his eyes on the prize.

He shook out again, his silk robe fluttering around his thighs.

Stay focused.

“Where the hell is Rufus?” Bobby complained. “We’re almost on.”

“Haven’t seen ‘im,” Victor said.

Benny added, “Got me.”

Dean didn’t turn around to look at them. He kept his eyes straight ahead on the curtain, ready and eager to step through it and into the ring.

That was until the other curtain to his right was swatted open and Rufus rushed through, breathing harried.

“Bobby, Bobby. We got a problem,” he panted.

Dean’s focus snapped to Rufus like a rubber band. He wheeled around.

“What problem?” Bobby demanded.

Rufus doubled over, hands on his knees to catch his breath. He shook his head and held one finger up to tell them to wait.

Dean’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes flashed to Bobby’s.

“Damn it, Rufus. Breathe faster,” Bobby ordered.

“The ref—Arty Nielson,” Rufus said, standing back up.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He’s not here. Had some kind of family emergency. The NBA brought in a sub.”

Dean wasn’t even in the ring yet, but he felt like he’d just been punched in the sternum. He remembered what Cas had said about Luc finding a way to rig the fight. But Cas was wrong. He had to be. Dean was supposed to prove that to him.

This had to be a coincidence.

“Balls,” Bobby huffed. “With who?”

“Some new kid,” Rufus answered. “Name’s Mackey.”

“And they’re just telling us this now?” Bobby said, like he was accusing Rufus of something.

Rufus flung out his arms. “Don’t shoot the messenger! I ran my ass back here the second I heard.”

Bobby grumbled something under his breath before looking up at Dean. There was doubt in his eyes and Dean’s heart skipped a beat, thinking he was going to call off the fight.

No way Dean was letting that happen.

“Okay, fine. So, new ref. Doesn’t change anything,” Dean said firmly.

“Changes something. We haven’t vetted him yet!” Bobby argued.

The MC’s voice boomed over the microphone, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, entering the arena… From Brooklyn, New York…”

“Too late now. We just gotta roll with it,” Dean said. He ignored the ice forming in his gut. He could win this, no matter who the ref was. Lee had promised a fair fight. Dean wasn’t going to stop believing him now.

“Your King of King’s County,” the MC announced, “Dean Winchester!”

Dean faced forward again and slapped on his most charming smile just in time for the curtains to pull back. Whistles and roars lifted up from everyone in the audience, from the people pushing toward him behind the barriers to the ones in the boxes and nosebleeds. Cameras flashed. Horn music blared from the orchestra.

Dean pumped his gloves in the air as he walked toward the ring. Men reached over the barriers to clap him on the back. Women stroked their fingers across his jaw and shoulders. Hats and roses were tossed in his path.

As he got closer to the ring, he spotted Crowley among the NBA officials in their ringside seats. The judges’ table was directly next to them, and the commentator’s table next to that. The radio stations had their set-ups just behind, where more of the press was corralled.

Dean got to the front row of the ringside seats behind his corner. Cas looked around from his seat on the aisle, his expression neutral while he clapped, as if he was just going through the motions. Next to him, Jo and Charlie seemed a lot more enthusiastic. Charlie pumped her fist in the air. Jo whooped.

Dean saw Sam’s massive silhouette beside them. Sam stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled before he resumed clapping. Dean could just make out Eileen’s figure behind him at the end of the row.

Jack and Kelly weren’t anywhere in sight, which was annoying, even if Dean had expected it.

Dean shot Cas a wink as he passed, which made Cas’ lips tighten fractionally. Glee thrummed through Dean in response.

He bounded up the steps and ducked into the ring, then fired the crowd up a little more by shadowboxing. Predictably, the entire place ate it up.

Dean caught sight of Layla all by her lonesome on Lee’s side of the ring. It was too bad she couldn’t have sat with the rest of their group. He smiled at her, and she put her hand over her heart to silently wish him good luck.

Soon, the music died down. Dean settled into his corner beside Rufus, Victor, and Benny.

The MC took the mic again and said, “And his challenger tonight at Carnegie Hall… From Queens, New York… Lee Webb!”

Applause filled the arena again, this time with some boos mixed in. The orchestra played a different but no less jaunty tune as Lee came through the curtain to bask in the fanfare. A few members of his team walked behind him. The spotlights strobed over them, revealing their faces in white light before sending them back into shadows.

When the lights circled back around, Dean spotted a face at the back of the group—and all the breath in his lungs left him. Suddenly, the only thing he could hear was the ringing in his ears.

In the spotlight, Luc’s grin was self-satisfied. His chin was held high, like he was already celebrating a victory. Then the lights moved again, and his face plunged back into darkness, leaving only his silhouette.

Dean’s body went numb.