#you are welcome to add on

[remarcely]

Non-Human Tim Drake Prompt

The Drakes were unable to bear a child, so they made one.

They used clay from their dig sites, having come across grounds so imbued with magic that it was pouring out of the material in waves, and shaped a child- a little boy. He had Janet's smile, Jacks eyes, and a chunk of ruby, chipped off from an artifact the couple had found years ago, in place of a heart. They'd dried the clay child for thirty days and thirty nights, carefully checking him for cracks and crumbling patches. On the morning of the thirty-first day he opened his eyes and Timothy Drake was ‘born’.

He had once asked what power created him. Tim had heard of the tales of a puppet boy, so loved by his father that a fairy bestowed him with life, and asked his mother if the same fairy had blessed him. Janet had laughed, not taking him seriously, and patted his cheek.

“Oh, my darling, you weren’t made for no reason. You are the heir to the Drake name, a perfect little creation.” She stood from where she’d been crouched and began to leave the room, not bothering to look over her shoulder “Fairies are not real, Timothy, and neither is ‘true love’. There is only us and our requisites. You will placate our plans in a way flesh and blood never could.”

Tim understands the words his mother isn’t saying. That Love had nothing to do with it, only necessity for a child to keep something so arbitrary as a family name alive.

He wasn’t their son, he was a vessel, and if he wanted to remain a Drake then he’d need to serve his purpose;

Perfection.

[thedreadblog]

Let’s keep this up!

So, in case you weren’t aware:

Name: Trick Weekes

Pronouns: they/them

Additions:

Jin Maley, voice actor for Taash, is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Erika Ishii, one of the four voices for Rook, is genderfluid and uses they/she/he/any pronouns. Gareth David-Lloyd, voice actor for Solas, uses he/him/they/them pronouns. Jessica Clark, voice actor for Neve Gallus, uses she/her/they pronouns. Jeff Berg, one of the four voices for Rook, uses he/him pronouns. Corinne Busche, game director of Dragon Age: The Veilguard uses she/her pronouns.

I've added the ones I could verify on IMDB or their social media profiles. If anything changes I'll do my best to add them!

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[demisexual-eddie-diaz]

I would like to thank Charles for making P3 so that Max’s P2 doesn’t hurt as bad

[ohhcinnybuns]

Chuuya and freckles.

Chuuya with freckles.

Chuuya with freckles all over his body.

Chuuya with freckles all over his body with corruption tattoos.

Chuuya with freckles all over his body, corruption tattoos and bite/love marks.

Chuuya with freckles all over his body, corruption tattoos and bite/love marks from Dazai Osamu.

[aquacomet]

Happy Sun/Moon Reveal-versary! 🎉

The 21st of September has arrived meaning it's time to grab a slice of cake and celebrate as today is Sun and Moon's Reveal-versary/Birthday! In celebration of this, today is also the day the 2024 Reveal-versary magma collab opens!

The reveal-versary collab is a week-long event featuring two magma boards artists can draw in! (Time is dated from when this is originally posted.) Biblically accurate DCA, AUs and variations are all welcome to join in the celebrations! (If you have questions about what magma is or want to see some previous examples you can check out this post!)

Like last year the reveal-versary collab is split into two boards! Though starting from this year there will now be a surprise themed board each year!

The Party room: The main board where you can join Sun and Moon to celebrate their birthday! Grab a slice of cake, bring some snacks, add some gifts they may enjoy or add balloons if you wish!

Themed board: This years themed board is a Sleepover! Join a tiny pair of familiar faces over by a collection of pillows! Would you join in any mischief, join a sunny friend in some reading or simply get cosy during the sleepover? Feel free to add blankets, pillows, beanbags and maybe even some plushies!

Before jumping in here are the rules:

No NSFW

1 Character per board (For now! This may ease later into the event, this is to give people time/space to join when they can. Keep an eye on any updates for if this changes! Small props/additions can be added freely so long as they don't take too much space.)

Merge your layers when finished! (This is important to prevent slowdowns and allow others to draw if we go near the layer limit)

Sign your work (So I can credit you when the final result is posted!)

Keep your character a reasonable size (No characters that take up a large quarter of the canvas please!)

Please try to colour and finish your character/art if you can!

✨A additional thank you to the daycare friend pick-up server mods for their support with having this event run in their discord!

Without further ado, happy doodling and happy reveal-versary! 🎉

⭐Collab boards:

⭐Casual Boards: For those who want to doodle outside of the collab!

[toshidou]

i sent this to cas but had to share it with the class <33

könig/ghost x afab!reader

tags // NSFW 18+, this was written with both of our favourite masked men in mind, so pick whoever you want, pussy eating, overstimulation, somnophilia, first time munchers könig and ghost <3

now, bear with me here. what if, because of the respective masks, they had never had the opportunity to eat someone out, preferring to stick to impersonal one off encounters that involve as little clothing removed as possible. until you.

when they finally get to a point where they feel comfortable enough to reveal themselves, to show you the barest bones of themselves, do they realise the new opportunity presented to them in the form of your spread legs.

it would start off hesitant, unsure, a little anxious to be so exposed along with the pressure of making you feel good despite being in completely unfamiliar territory. and yet, as soon as their lips make contact with your cunt, it's game over. frenzied is the only word that comes close to summarising it, devouring you like a man starved, as though the apex of your thighs were an oasis amidst a barren desert. he doesn't even notice the first time you cum against his tongue, nor the second.

It's only when he feels your thighs go limp around his head does he finally resurface for air, only to realise you've passed out, overstimulation leaving your unconscious body twitching. and he knows he should stop, should check on you, but your glistening cunt steals his attention away, and just like that, he’s sucking your clit into his mouth. Hours would pass by, brief moments of lucidity pulling you back to the surface to babble garbled words into your hand before you're out once again, left at the whim of the man between your legs.

[vibinginthedreamlands]

Making a list of Jo(h)ns:

John Doe - Malevolent Podcast

Jon Sims - The Magnus Archives/Protocol Podcast

John Watson - Sherlock & Co. Podcast

John - The Cellar Letters

John Peters, You Know, The Farmer? - Welcome to Night Vale Podcast

John Doe (Yes again) - Unordinary Webtoon/Comic

John McNamara - Starkid Hatchetfield Trilogy

John Doe (Yes, *Again* Again) - Patient 33 Podcast

John Smith - Doctor Who

John Locke - Lost

[koifsssh]

I have a small proposal for you! I want to do a sort of... event? I'm not sure what exactly to call it, but something interactive! I think it would be fun, just to get back into the swing of things creatively as well as have fun with those I haven't been able to talk to!

"THE REM EXPRESS"

a game? i suppose it is! I'm not sure what it is! but i do know i want You to "play" it!

Only if you are interested in it though! it is largely based on interaction!

Let me explain! Think of it as a visual novel, but just in the form of posts! (I do not have the technical prowess to actually make a visual novel...)

I will need 8 participants! (disclaimer, mutuals will have a preference! So, sorry! But don't feel discouraged! i don't think i have that many mutuals hehe!)

Those who wish to participate and take part in the "game" will need to send in their ocs! any will do! however i do take a liking to welcome home ocs!

(I should probably note that participants and "players" are two separate things! Players are those who just interact with the post!)

The game is a mystery! and i will most likely make a separate blog for it! the synopsis is as such:

"After missing your first train, you find there's another right after it, seemingly heading to the same destination. After getting acquainted with the passengers on the train, you find that they are a little strange, along with the train that drives on no tracks."

of course, the story will be pushed along by You! as polls and certain asks will dictate how things will go!

again it's only a silly idea! i'd love to hear your opinions!

anyway, i hold out my hands and present to you Train Conductor Rainy! hehe!

(credits to @thatthirstyweirdo for coloring the Rem Express poster! mwah! she did a wonderful job!)

[remarcely]

Half A Mind [Batfam Fic Prompt]

It was hard to notice at first.

Jason had hardly bothered to draw on any old memories of his childhood whilst glowing green claws of the pit had their hold on him. He was too angry, too busy festering in resentment and fear.

Then, a year after Red Hoods big splash and once he’d made the deal with Bruce to get better, he went to therapy. It had been one of the conditions, apparently Bruce had started therapy himself after Jason’s death, and eventually he wore down to the idea.

Jason was trying, he wanted it to work, he wanted to stop being the deeply unhappy child stuck in the moment before a bombs timer hit zero.

He was honest, even when the therapist asked about his childhood. For the first time in years he’d tried to look further past his death and found little of anything.

There were short glimpses, hazy images or memories lasting seconds at most, but they were the insignificant things. He remembered a Tuesday morning breakfast when Bruce had slept in late and it’d just been him and Alfred eating, but he couldn’t recall his mother’s face.

Then Dick, because of course it would be him, began to shoulder his way into his little brother’s life by crashing Jason’s apartment at the most random of times. Jason would cook them something and Dick would do shit all to help, sitting at the kitchen island with his incessant yammering.

In truth, Jason enjoyed the company and the constant flow of words certainly helped quiet his mind- he just wished he knew what the hell Dick was talking about.

A familiar voice in the back of his mind argued that Dick was pulling his leg, making up the skiing trips and the escapes to Dick’s apartment when Bruce had been an asshole, to seem like a better brother, but Jason chased the thought away with a sharp pinch to his arm. He knew Dick wouldn’t lie about it and there was no way the nostalgic and wistful look on his stupid face could be faked, he wasn’t that good of an actor.

So, Jason bit his tongue, nodded along as he refused to look his brother in the eye and tried to listen the best he could to force a memory out of the heavy fog that clung to his childhood.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

I'd like to congratulate you on getting your CPR certification.

Now remember, when you’re going in for compressions, it should sound like somebody is standing behind you with the worlds largest Dorito and cracking it open!

Go in firm and hard and snap as many ribs as you can on the way down, that means you’re doing it right.

You save that life. Good luck.

Or... Or... Or kill them, I don’t fucking care.

Audio source

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[bunnyboy-juice]

[deep inhale] BUTCH TITS ARE THE MOST PERFECT THINGS IN THE UNIVERSE. I LOVE BUTCH TITS - BIG OR SMALL, PIERCED OR NOT, PERKY OR DROOPY - DOESN'T MATTER! EVERY TIME I HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF SEEING BUTCH TITS I SWEAR THE WORLD GETS A LITTLE BRIGHTER. EVERY TIME I GET TO HOLD BUTCH TITS I SWEAR SOMETHING HEALS INSIDE ME. BUTCH TITS ARE THE GIVERS OF MY LIFE, FUCK THEY ARE EVERYTHING. BUTCH TITS ALMOST MAKE ME BELIEVE IN GOD.

[whollyjoly]

i was viscerally reminded of backwards ball cap!buck in jinx (4x06) and this demanded to be made

[janebonbon]

"Hey, thanks for watchin' after the little stinker!"

(A thank you to all of these lovely folks down below!) @khaosssss @imaginatorofthings @smallpwbbles @roseombre @yet-happy @angyc0rtoons @indigopopton @funonion001 @catmadeofglass @somdxr @heythereneighbor @gremlem @paper-starz @weevmo @cyanwyrmy @gremliinsart @carnivalcarrion @kaybl @z0mbieparty @anonymouspuzzler @sharpiepirateninjaratenu

[canisalbus]

Hello, i joined Tumblr recently and you were one of the suggested subscribers and I absolutely fell in love with your style and your characters! so here, have a lil' Machete (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

also, sorry for the bad english, i am french oui oui baguette

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