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happy national ✨ girlfriend day ✨ to my girlfriends ( and wives ) !!! though every day I celebrate them, today I am kissing them extra hard in spirit of the holiday!!! ( ´˘ᴗ˘)♡(´ ❥ `✿) enjoy some quick lil icons of my darlings, totalllyyyy don't read into the colours I made them in :)c
#x. talk#x. images#💓🍻#💖🌍#💞🌌#🖤⭐#❤️🔥🐦#im like that compressed photo of a werewolf transformation over how much i love women and my girls specifically!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#EVERYDAY IS NATIONAL GF DAY TO ME I LOVE MY PARTNERS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!
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landscaping consultation 🌿
#just a little scene i have been imagining idk#got crazy looking at kitchen images#x#digital art#bslc
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came to me in a dream
#logan howlett#wolverine#jean grey#scott summers#cyclops#ororo munroe#storm#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#logurt#scogan#why does he have no ship names with girls idk#wolverine x storm#i’m clinically fucking stupid#tags make me feel cringe#also this took me like 10 minutes cause i had to meticulously crop all the images#x men#wait i lied#rolo#i still don’t know jeans#wolverjean#is that it#lojean#something like that#wolvergirl
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So during a wayne gala, there was a rouge attack shocker. It was by scarecrow he was planning to flood the ballroom with his gas
Unfortunately his bomb was shoddily put together and one of the cannisters holding the gas fell and landed in the hands of one danny fenton there with his godfather
Now unfortunately all anyone could do was watch as this gas can suddenly spayed gas in this young mans face who started looking panicked and backing up before spotting vlad and stopping
Suddenly this kid who seemed like he was seconds from running is now fucking growing and preparing to pounce on vlad???
And vlad just looks resigned as if he figured this would happen
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#I'm sleep deprved right now so thos might be bad#but i just had the mental image of danny getting blasted with fear gas and starting to have a reaction to it#before spotting vlad and his whole body haveing a visceral FIGHT FIGH FIGH chant going on#i just wamt feral bastard danny whos whole body was weighing fight or flight but spotted vlad and immediately decided fight
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something about becoming part of the food chain
#guys...guys..........#i will eat them#i mean whats left of them or whatever#image desc in alt text#my art#sketch#labru#laios x kabru#laios touden#kabru#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#laios dungeon meshi#kabru dungeon meshi#tw blood
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this drawing started off as tv crowley and aziraphale dressed like their book cover counterparts, but then I got carried away and it turned out... not being exactly that anymore 🤷🏻♀️
so... late 80s/early 90s au? (aka. literally the book lol)
#good omens#good omens fanart#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#anthony j crowley#crowley x aziraphale#ineffable husbands#neil gaiman#I wasn't even planning on posting this one#I just started drawing it randomly with no plan bc I wanted a new wallpaper for my phone lol#but I liked how it turned out#so here it is ✨#crowley looks like james bond meets mafia boss#and the idea of aziraphale dressed like a proper university professor in all but the sneakers is pretty funny to me#bc that's exactly how I dress irl 😶#also tumblr's image compression absolutely crushed the quality fml
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No srsly I can’t believe they’ve actually done this:
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#when I saw these images from comic vine I cackled like a mad man#Wanda and Pietro always taking the opportunity to disappoint dear old dad#love that for them#scarlet witch#quicksilver#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#maximoff twins#magneto#max eisenhardt#magnet family#professor x#charles xavier#scott summers#jean grey#cyclops#marvel girl#iceman#bobby drake#angel#warren worthington iii#hank mccoy#beast#xmen#x men#o5#don’t ask me where the comic panels came from idk sryy😭#my art#deyageka art
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Scene I can't put into my fic #5748574: Hiraeth bullying the elderly
#bg3#astarion#my art#tavstarion#bg3 tav#bg3 fanart#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate 3#artists on tumblr#astarion x tav#astarion x oc#worsties to lovers#oc: hiraeth#anyway.#sorry it's so small i had to default to 540px width or else it looked like i dumped the images in vaseline#and yes i will exploit very relevant tag <3
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that loustat redraw meme that was making rounds a few weeks ago but i made it claudeleine
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#claudia#claudia de pointe du lac#madeleine eparvier#claudeleine#claudia x madeleine#so so so happy with this piece. csp textured brushes are everything ive ever wanted#image id kinda stumped me with this one though so if anyone thinks it could be better lmk#also i might make prints of this if it does well!!!
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#will graham#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibal#hannibal nbc#hannibal memes#hannibal meme#hannibal edit#hannibal edits#hannigram#jack crawford#hannibal textpost#text post meme#memes#meme#memes image#meme humor#tumblr memes#funny memes#save hannibal#hannibal shitpost#will x hannibal#hannibal x will#will graham and hannibal lecter#hannibal tv show#murder husbands#hugh dancy#lawrence fishburne#mads mikkelsen#hannibaledit
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can't get much better
pairing: ghost / simon riley x fem reader summary: simon is forced to take some time off - he makes the most of it. tags/warnings: very soft, pregnant sex, size difference, softdom!simon- he's a masculine man who doesn't let his lady lift a finger :'), oral (f), one (1) butthole kiss, dacryphilia, daddy kink (sigh), minor minor foot stuff, allusions to injuries and chronic pain, title from an adrianne lenker song w.c: 2.5k
You try very hard not to think about it, but it's hard not to notice how massive he is.
Even shirtless, he somehow looks bigger, muscles flush with heat and exertion under the sun. He toils and breathes hard like an ox, working while you sit on the porch wrapped in his big flannel. Wearing his clothes is like being swaddled in a blanket straight out of the dryer, warm and nostalgic and syrupy with love. It leaves you feeling some type of tender. You're afraid of that feeling sometimes, of how soft it is and how soft it makes you. He could ask anything of you, and you'd yield like he was pressing his thumb into a bruised peach.
You have.
"How are you two?" Simon is so quiet when he wants to be. One would think he'd clomp like a horse with how big he is, but he can float like dust. It used to startle you, but you've been sinking deeper into the memory foam mattress of this life with him and it doesn't anymore.
"Tired, even though I'm not doing anything," you squint at him through the late afternoon sun. It haloes him like an angel.
"You're growing my baby in there, love. That's not nothing," his voice is rough, it always will be. But it's rough now like earth and soil rather than rough with pain and smoke the way he'd sounded when you met him.
You're feeling especially nostalgic, it seems, not like it's hard here. His hand is warm on your belly.
"I guess so," you let him pet you for a moment. Your stomach is swollen but not as big as it'll get, just enough to veto pants. A few months to go still. "How's your back?"
"Argh," Simon says, taking a heavy seat next to you. Dismissive and yet he groans a little when his muscles unclench. Classic.
You slowly reach up and nudge him until he's facing the field opposite to you, face toward the golden afternoon sun and his back to you. He's never asked you to do this, to take care of him, but it's your favourite thing in the world.
His back is always rock-hard no matter how many times you take your knuckles and fingers to it. Just a condition of a hard life lived for him, countless falls and impacts and pushing through injuries. There's a slight slant to his spine now that isn't there in the pictures he's shown you of his youth, but the stiffness is the same. You might've said he was born to be a soldier, had you not known him as a father. He could do both, but - you'd never say this out loud - you were privately grateful for this injury. It wouldn't take him out forever, but the recovery would be long. Long enough to get the homestead started, to get you pregnant.
Simon would never be completely still. This was compromise. Sweet compromise, a life started and time with him you could think back on the next time he shipped out. Making the most of things, he would always say. Making the time count.
"That feels good, love" he groans. Bending forward slowly, relaxing, he's like an aloof stallion finally accepting an apple from your hand. Acquiescing. Showing you his back. It's trust, and you savour it.
"I bet it does," you tease back, just a little. Your fingers are nimble and attuned to his specific aches and pains. "Are you hungry for dinner?"
"I'm hungry for something," he turns, slowly, hands reaching for your thickened waist. Huge, work-roughened hands. War-roughened hands, holding you like a delicate egg. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing that holds you together; all your pieces, everywhere, until he's holding you.
Kissing him is a contact sport. It's his hands moving, cupping your breast and then your pussy through your panties, your own hands wrapping around his broad shoulders like he's the only thing keeping you from drowning. It's open-mouthed, breathing into each other. Impossibly, you get softer, melting like ice on a hot day.
Before you can lean back on the bench, he stands and lifts you with him. He's still hot from the day, damp with sweat, pushing you into the house while kissing you still.
"Simon-" you start, with no goal in mind. "Please."
"I've got you, love," he murmurs. He always does. Before you know it, you're laid back onto the plush armchair in your living room. Simon knows this is the most comfortable place for your newly-aching body. Affection swells in your chest uncontrollably and comes out through your eyes leaking down your face. Sure, pregnancy makes people emotional - but you're still embarrassed, touched by how considerate he is.
"It's alright, shh," he thumbs the tears at the corner of your eyes. His cock tents his work pants, aroused by them. "Let me take care of you."
The next words he murmurs are into your cunt, right over your panties, tongue laving over the already-wet fabric. "Just need your daddy, don't you?" You clench in tandem with his words, hot all over, skin prickling. He pushes your dress up, bunching it right under your tits.
It's reminiscent of how you spent the first night with him, on the very first day you'd met. Hurried, his big head between your thighs and clothes hanging off you still while he made you fall apart.
He's fucking good at it, too. Pulls your panties to the side and builds up the pressure with which he sucks on your clit, softly and then harsher until you shake. You've been extra horny lately, always wet around him and always so swollen. The scrape of his five-o-clock shadow against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is what tips you over, clamping his head tightly and shouting your orgasm into the heady summer air.
"That all it takes?" Simon grins, chin wet, fingers moving from your hips to your pussy to gently rub along your slit.
"Give me a second, please," it's humbling how quickly you come nowadays. Quick and intense. Fireworks.
You set your foot on his shoulder and he turns towards it, kissing your ankle. Patience is rare with him, something come about only since you confirmed your pregnancy. You miss being overwhelmed by him, miss the nights where he'd guide you over the edge one, two, three times in succession.
He pushes now, just a little, not waiting for your go-ahead but watching you intently. His fingers spread your cunt in a V and he puffs a breath on your sensitive clit. You jump. He grins again, leaning down to lick you, using one hand to hold both your legs under your knees and push them until they meet the soft bump of your belly.
"Hold them there," he says. It's spoken not to you, but to your hole, which he spears his tongue into. You obey as you're helpless to do, holding your legs up and giving him an unimpeded view. It's more than vulnerable, it's not only baring yourself to him completely but giving him the authority to do what he wants. What you need.
Simon eats you out like it's a kiss, slurping you down and letting you leak until the evidence of your weakness to him is all over you. Your legs are wet, and it drips down onto your other hole. He pushes a thumb into your cunt, dipping it in and out.
"Needed me, did'ya? Watched me all day," he's so smug, sometimes. His lips find your bare foot, kissing your sole. "Been wet like this all day?" His other hand finds the meat of your asscheek, spreading you open further, letting the split of you open to him. He leans down, kissing your inner thigh, then your other hole. You whine and clench your pussy around his thumb.
"So needy," he murmurs, finally finally moving back to your clit. Flicks his tongue over it, something that might've been teasing before but is intense now. Your hands tighten against your legs, head thrown back.
"Oh please- Simon!" You shout again, abs drawing up, stars in your eyes. "Ahh- I'm-"
"I know, honey," his lips suction again around the hard little pebble of your clit, eating like a man starved.
This is how he likes you. Losing control, coming apart, helplessly vocal against the onslaught of his tongue. No matter how many times you've done this, it never gets old. The release almost always makes you cry, especially intense like this. You're wet all over, face and cunt and legs. He is, too.
"You still with me, love?" He pets your flank like you're a horse.
"Yes," but that's not what he wants.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl," and fuck if that doesn't always fill you with warm fuzzy energy. Wipes your brain, keeps you soft and floaty.
He guides you up and out of the armchair, lifts you into his arms when your legs shake too much. That electric feeling is still coursing through you, tingles in your extremities as they come back to life.
The hand he strokes over you is half affectionate, half proprietary. You've been his since the first time he laid eyes on you.
He reminds you of it as he sets you down gently on the bed, your hair a halo around your head and hands reaching to his face where you pull him down for a kiss. Hands find his shirt, pulling it off you, and then the dress. Fingertips touch the headboard, your arms stretching up, making room for him. Slips your panties down your legs.
It's a lingering, indulgent kiss. Breathing each others air, gasping into his mouth, he puts his elbows by your head and lays as much weight down as he can without cramping your full belly. He's as vocal as you, groaning and rutting like a dog.
"Ready for me, sweet girl?" He leans out of the kiss, sitting back on his heels. You nod, desperate and pulsing between the legs again like you didn't just come twice.
"Daddy's gonna take care of you, don't you worry," he rearranges you like a doll, turning you to your side and getting between your legs. A pillow is tucked under your belly, and he tests your flexibility by holding your leg tight to the length of his body. Your hamstring burns a little with it.
A hand holds your knee, another to your waist. His jeans scrape against your sensitive skin.
You focus on little details. His scar, touching his eyebrow and splitting through his nose, ending down by his jaw. The knuckles on his fingers holding your knee, and how rough the pads of his fingers feel on your waist. This man has never had soft hands in his life. Those same hands capable of so much force, so much violence, the very same that hold you and guide you. A shepherd, you his lamb.
The weeping head of his cock kisses your hole, catching there and traveling up. He taps it against your clit until you're tensing, whining, needy again. Tears down your cheeks.
He steadies you, pets your waist, guides his cock inside and it feels like you can breathe again. His mouth laves hot kisses over your ankle, the sole of your foot again, reverent and controlling all at once. The stretch burns - it always does, and maybe always will. Simon is just so big, thick all around and the mushroom head of him could always bump your cervix if he's not careful.
He's careful now, but only just. You can sense his control fraying, his hips driving forward steadily but his thighs tensing and his grip getting meaner. This is your favourite part. Watching him sweat, breathe hard, taking his pleasure in you.
"Yeah-" he cuts himself off with a long, drawn out groan. Deep, from the bottom of his belly and out. "Already so full of me, aren't ya? Can't get full enough."
You plead with your sounds, words out of your grasp. Your hands clutch at the sheets but it isn't enough. He's solid, he's your anchor, but he's losing himself in your cunt and you're free falling.
"Play with your tits for me," he commands, pumping faster. You're reflexively tightening around him, clit jumping for attention, squeaking each time he lets himself in as deep as possible and touches the mouth of your cervix.
Sunlight slowly fades on the bed, the last golden rays escaping out the window as you're bathed in dusk.
There's nothing to do but obey, hands finding your swollen breasts and squeezing. They've been sore and huge, like that week before you get your period only it's been a couple months. None of your bras fit anymore.
Simon appreciates it, he loves it. Has you cooking for him with your tits out, nipples peaked and pussy leaking. They bounce, now, stopped only by your hands pinching and twisting. It's insane - no one in the world could replicate the feeling. No artist, no musician. Electricity zips from your breasts down to your clit and shit - you might come just like this, untouched, just full of your man and fondling yourself.
"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Fucking," he pants, leaning over you, bending your leg. "Pinching my dick, sweetheart. Your pussy's so fucking good."
The orgasm begins in your toes, tingling. Your muscles tighten, drawing up, up, towards your cunt, which is making obscene sounds around him.
Simon sees the signs, sees your eyes rolling and your body going taut. He abandons your leg in favour of rubbing your clit with two big fingers quickly, up and down.
"That's it, sweetheart, come all over my cock. Go on," his voice is a snarl, barely distinguishable as human, beastly. "Be good for daddy.”
It's like the crescendo of an orchestra, like a summer afternoon in august, like waking up without a clogged nose after being sick, it's - really fucking good. You're near sobbing, crying out his name, abandoning your tits to reach for him desperately. He meets you halfway, shuddering his own orgasm into you. The press of his hips against yours is better than buttered toast, the delicate press of his chest against yours as he lets your leg go is bliss.
"Si-imon," you slur, hands on his cheeks. He laughs and kisses your forehead.
"What's that, sweet girl?"
"I love you," you cry a little more then, feeling him pull out and lay next to you. You're boneless.
"I love you too," his arm reaches across you, pulling you into him. "Both of you." Hand on your belly again.
"That was insane," you pant. He barks a laugh against your hair. "I'm serious."
"I know you are, love," he kisses your forehead, petting your stomach. You can tell it's meaning, can feel the gratefulness behind the kiss. He's saying thank you, for staying with him, for making him a father. Your hand finds his, squeezing back a wordless reply. Of course, it says.
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#or> local citygirl listens to too much adrianne lenker and imagines simon getting you pregnant and living on a farm <3#he's definitely ooc i have a hard time writing men#BUT this is writing practice so whateva#cod x reader#cod mw2#task force 141#141 x reader#drgnfly writes#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#im so bad at ending things lol#mdni#18+ mdni#simon riley cod#reader x simon riley#idk#hehe#i found the images on pinterest btw
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fnaf movie doodlrs
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#vannessa fnaf#vanessa shelly#vanessa monroe#had to say it on twitter so i’ll say it here. the girl in the last image isn’t matpat#it’s cindy#please for the love of god it isn’t matpat x mike art
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Obsessed with the fact that the spideypool dynamic can be watered down to “miss you pookie bear” “oh lord” mindset
#memes#my crappy art#art#kay draws#my art#fanart#spideypool#spider man#spider man art#spiderman art#i love spider man#deadpool#deadpool art#deadpool and spiderman#Spider-Man and Deadpool#spiderman and Deadpool#I miss them#I think my only qualm with this is that Peter’s ass isn’t fat enough in that suit#alas the reference couldn’t allow it#this image is so fucking funny to me#oh spideypool they could never make me hate you#spideypool meme#marvel#comic spider man#comic age spiderman#DO NOT COME AT ME WITH MCU PETER X WADE THATS GROSS
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FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.
Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.
AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!
And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.
COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#blood blossom au#my fic#danny fenton#danny phantom#if i REALLY want to get into it i'll have to look at the show's episode synopsis and pick and choose which episodes happen when in the year#maybe pull a scarlet lady and have some of the season 1 episodes happen further down the line instead. but i can do that later. for now#come laugh with me at the mental image of teeny 11 year old danny curbstomping ghosts twice is size and thrice his weight.#bruce is watching old footage from the phantom fights in amity and going 'HNN' in increasing concern. he's got his hands folded and his#chin in his hands and he's going (ಠ_ಠ) with his face and he has SO many questions and concerns. for many. many different reasons#first of all he's incredibly upset that danny had to go through this at all in the first place. like no kid should've gone thru this alone#but he. is also. very very softly. going *'what the fuck...'*
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when you “hate him” but there’s official art posted on Valentine’s Day of you reluctantly giving him a gift at a popular date spot in Japan
kinda gay if u ask me
#WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE#BONES YOU ARE MAKING THIS WAY TOO EASY#LIKE??? NAME ONE STRAIGHT THING ABOUT THIS IMAGE#YOU CANT BECAUSE THERE ISNT ANYTHING STRAIGHT ABOUT IT#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#soukoku#bsd#dazai x chuuya
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Doctor Who: The Impossible Planet & The Satan Pit / The Legend of Ruby Sunday
#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#the legend of ruby sunday#sutekh#the beast#the impossible planet#the satan pit#mine#dw#dwe15#dwmine#dws2#parallels#following on from my last post I suddenly realised a lot of things#there may be more but I was going off memory and transcripts rather than fully rewatching them#also I'm annoyed the text doesn't line up#the aspect ratio of 2006 dw is different to 2024 dw#so the 2024 ones are at the bottom of the image (under which is a black bar)#and the 2006 ones are partway up the image#anyway it might not be the same character (though what if it was?) but the execution is extremely similar either way#rewatching the cliffhanger of tip I realised just how similar the whole possessing people and making them chant 'I am the x' stuff was
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