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panstarry · 24 days

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my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟

#pan draws #pan designs #zine #risograph #i'm not gonna lie i don't love how this one turned out OTL and i think the wording is not done but well... a deadline is a deadline #i'll probably touch it up and rewrite it in the future but who's to say.. i need to stew on how to articulate my feelings coherently #anyway my transness is so closely tied to my experience as a person of color. the current political climate is so fucking ass to exist in #but more than anything i am pissed off at white punks & leftists & trans people that refuse to have meaningful solidarity with us.#so yeah anyway. i was stuck on this one forever and only really got anywhere with it after attending 2 punk noise shows in a row where they #actually used their fucking platform to do like. anything. our struggles are connected you need to careeeee YOU HAVE TO CARE........ ok bye #tdov #trans day of visibility #<- i was sitting on uploading this for a while so the stars kind of aligned for it to be today huh.... happy tdov i love you

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chiptrillino · 3 months

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Dunno if it has been requested but no.66?

( ID in ALT text) i honestly didn't expect somone to still ask about these hahah

#atla #zuko #i was close to just ignore this ask because i think i mentioned that i will stop doing these #but currently the fandome tag is well... not much chearfull #so -gesticulates- a pouty grumpy zuko #(man this file contained so many zuko one of witch defenitley has to go to ao3 and the other two are difficutl for me to categorize...)#(at least this one is harmles!)

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lotus-pear · 8 months

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"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

#wooo new header for me <33 #also back to skk posting i missed them sm #wanted to pratice some scenery and try a new style which simplifies my current one and focuses more on colors and painting #and i'm super happy with how it turned out i think i won #for forever fits skk so well it rly brings back the bittersweet memories of when they were once partners and each others halves #and it just feels reminiscent of days gone by and they were once so close but time and life their own decisions have torn them apart #ben platt's voice is so pretty i love this song sm i heard it for the first time again in years and was slammed by all the emotions😭😭#i was so normal abt deh when it first came out i swear #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #skk #lotus draws

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furiwokaaan · 1 year

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taking a break

#my art #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #closes one eye at the current jjk events #anyway i am projecting my childhood onto this art i remember my big bro whos as big as gojo swing super high #and it was like the coolest shit ever

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theellipelli · 2 years

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My take on a separated AU because all the cool kids were doing it

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roseworth · 2 months

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dc tumblr is so funny bc i can make a post complaining about something in fanon and someone with a wfa pfp will reply and say "actually this is canon, see!" and then post screenshots from a new 52 book that they probably havent actually read

#anything written by scott lobdell shouldnt count for anything ever #never forget the time i made fun of j/yr/y and someone said 'i guess theyre not close in current canon but remember rhato 🥺'#like. well actually im talking about canon from 30 years ago. why would i care about current canon

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batnbreakfast · 3 months

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In other news from my hometown: A demonstration against right wing extremism has had to be shut down earlier than expected due to overcrowding. Instead of the 10.000 people expected to take part in this, between 80.000 (according to the DGB) - 130.000 (according other organisers) people attended.

#hamburg meine perle #going german on main #by the time i clocked off and was ready to go #it had already been closed down #no afd #current events

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sayruq · 1 month

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#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #red sea #red sea blockade #houthis #ansarallah #ansar allah #pool's closed

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snufkins-boot · 5 months

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Dc x dp idea: time travel yaaaay

Danny, Sam and Tucker get back from fixing some errors in the time line in France just before the French Revolution.

And sure Danny got mistaken for a French aristocrat that had died the day before they got there but it wasn’t to bad, it only made their jobs easier. It won’t be a problem for them.

Meanwhile Constantine, Batman and whoever the fuck else (imma say Hal, I love that green bitch) are exploring an abandoned manor in France after there being reports of strange, violent activity, and with their latest teammate Phantom not picking up their calls Constantine had to pull these two with him instead.

“Hey guys, Phantom’s a ghost, right?”

Hal sounds hesitant as Constantine replies

“Yes, why?”

“I think I found a picture of him living.”

and there on the wall is a picture of a long dead french aristocrat, with black hair and blue eyes but every other detail the same as Phantom’s

There on the wall sits a photo of Daniel Nightingale, a teenager who was possessed by a demon and killed two servants, then himself.

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phantom-0-writer · 8 days

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Nightwing's car guy

Dick was doing well to establish himself in Bludhaven. He had an apartment, it was shitty but it was his. He had a day job as police officer, half the people there were in the cartels Nightwing was trying to crack down on, and the other half were in the cartels Nightwing was still trying to trace. He had his suit, still bat-grade, blue instead of the red, yellow, and green Jason got to wear now.

He did't have a cave. Or maybe it should be a nest because the whole bird thing. Burrow? What was the thing owls lived in called? The point is he made due without it. He had his apartment, and he had his supplies stashed away. It wasn't as much as in the Cave, but he didn't have Cave-funding. He could make due.

He didn't have an Oracle in his ear. But that came with the added bonus of not having a Bat either. He could do his own research, find his own information. And it wasn't like he and Babs were totally cut off. It was just only a little weird, because she was technically his ex. Sure she would be in his corner, but she was still his ex. He needed to save some face. Especially since he knew that Bruce and Babs liked to... talk. He could make due.

The only thing Dick was maybe, sorta, just maybe having a little trouble was with his bike. Well it wasn't his bike, it was Nightwing's. Which was precisely the trouble. He'd found a place to stash it, but Dick had never been a car guy... or in this case a bike guy. He would chase his rouges, speeding through the streets, and sure the bike was made for the tight corners and quick turns and the high speeds, and sure it could take a hit or two. But what about three or four? Or five?

Point was Dick needed a car- a bike guy. One that was cheap (he was only a cop), and knew how to not ask questions and keep his mouth shut (again- Nightwing's bike). All that on top of knowing enough on how to fix his bike. (it wasn't exactly the type you could find in store).

But the solution seemed to find him. Which Dick was aware was not generally how it worked, but he would count his blessings. He had been out on patrol, the type that had involved his bike and high speeds. Unfortunately it did not involve the perp in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Dick had been on his tail, could've had him too, if the bike hadn't started sputtering. Dick had done as much as he could for it, but she really needed a pair of eyes that actually knew what they were looking at.

Mumbling curses to himself, Nightwing had been ready to head off to at least catch a dust trail of what operation he'd find himself in next. He could feel the eyes watching him. His hair stood in edge, and when Nightwing turned to look around he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he was being haunted. Trying to arrange his bearings, Nightwing turned back around to get on his bike. When there was suddenly a mop of choppy black hair couched down next to it.

Nightwing blinked at him. How had he managed to get there? "Uh, something you need, man?" Nightwing asked the boy, totally not freaked out.

The boy- teen, he was only a year or two younger than Dick- looked up, large blue eyes staring. As if it was odd for Nightwing to have addressed him. It took him a moment longer to realize that the bike was, in fact, Nightwing's. "You need to change your [important engine part]." He pointed lamely, standing up to his height of only a hair shorter than Dick.

"How do you know that?" Nightwing asked before he could think of the danger the unknown person might pose.

"That's why it was making that sound. It'll put too much pressure on the engine so it won't be able to go as fast it would be otherwise. Which, I take it, would cause you problems." he tipped his head in the direction the rouge had run off in.

Nightwing considered it for just a moment, not wanting the perfect opportunity to get away from him. "Do you know how to fix it?"

The guy looked almost offended, "Yeah."

"I'll pay you." Nightwing jumped at the opportunity, "If you fix it."

Any normal person would've said no to a guy dressed in bullet-proof spandex with a blue bird on his chest and a weird mask. "Sure." He shrugged easily, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he eyed the vehicle. After a moment, "Name's Danny, by the way. You'd probably need to know that." Danny eyes his suit, "Who are you, like, blue-jay?"

"Nightwing." He corrected easily, his name hadn't made the streets yet.

"The Robin reject?" Was Danny immediate response, eyebrow arched up in amusement.

"The what?"

Danny grimaced, the laugh never leaving his face, "Ooh, sorry. Touchy subject?"

"I am not a Robin reject." Dick couldn't tell this civilian that he was Robin. Had been.

Nightwing's bike ran better than it had since he had moved to Bludhaven after Danny had gotten his hands on it. And Danny's payment of ("i don't trust ur money, just buy me food") lunch had been a steal in return. Maybe next time they should go somewhere a little nicer.

Because the bike was doing so well, after Danny fixed it.

Not for any other reason.

#dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny and dick #batfam #dick grayson #batpham #dick his trying to build his crew in bludhaven and danny was the first recruit #danny is currently homeless at 18 #but he finally gets a job at an actual mechanic place and gets an apartment #happens to be the same one dick is living in #dick: hm i should greet my new neighbor #dick doesn't know how to feel abt danny (who he totally is not crushing on) moving so close #for work reasons #obviously #it's a uh- reads script- conflict of civilian safety #danny is kinda weirded out by civilian dick #who just keeps trying to find excuses to hang out #since danny's new to town and he's new to town #danny's like 18 #and dick is 19 #i've been on a danny and dick craze recently #if u couldn't tell from my dick-centric last posts lmao #even the one that was supposed to be abt konner ended up being abt dick #feel free to add

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fluffyfangirl · 2 months

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Personal space is not an option.

#Byler #Mike Wheeler #Will Byers #Stranger Things #Byler Fanart #fanart #fluffyfangirlart #The Party is there too #But they are also very comfy being close when the party is there #obviously #also I am currently rewatching season 1 and my heart can't handle #they are so tiny and adorable andkdndjdksndki

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hes-a-plant · 9 months

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K yall im tired and in pain and also curious.

Pick one. Yes, just one, I know it’s hard.

#chronic pain #disability #disabled #actually disabled #cpunk #chronic illness #chronicpain #joint pain #joints #body be mean #ow #currently my vote is very firmly going to wrists #the little bastards #although fingers and spine are close runners up

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doriandrifting · 5 months

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What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

So Noah Schnapp can spew his racist propaganda and go on a tirade of liking Islamophobic and homophobic content but when a Mexican woman dares to say she understands what it’s like to be colonized and stands in solidarity with oppressed people, she’s fired? It’s fucked.

#I know this is not even remotely close to the most important thing going on rn but this is some bullshit #censorship #pro Palestine #scream movies #melissa barrera #horror #current events

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sweatermuppet · 1 year

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[Image ID: a black and white typography edit that reads "I'm not a man or a woman. I am a pansy!" in all caps. in four black squares are pansies with halftone dots. the entire picture is textured to look printed and photocopied. /End ID]

click for quality (instagram) (my shop)

#shop currently closed but linking for convenience #silas denver melvin #sweatermuppet #lgbt #queer #trans #gay #graphic design #original edit #trans art #trans artist #queer art #queer artist #lgbt art

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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please MORE KÖNIG X READER !! you write him so well it actually makes me feral. maybe smthn like sitting on his lap and getting your groove on, then the rest of the squad enters the room while könig is buried deep inside you 🫣 just a THOUGHT OK BYE

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Public sex, mentions of riding, orgasm denial, voice kink, possessiveness, being caught

This is bad.

This is really, really bad.

You hear them as they come in- muffled voices and boots thumping on the back stoop of the safehouse, the aged wooden door groaning as it swings open. They shuffle inside, trading conversation in weary German as they linger in the back hallway. The metal clink of gear, the groans of tired soldiers echo out into the main room where you sit.

Where you sit on top of König, with his shaft still balls deep inside you.

Motherfu-

Your eyes dart wildly to your superior officer, aghast with mortification. You can’t speak, can’t move, can hardly think with panic. His eyes seem to mirror yours for a moment, but as the footsteps of the other soldiers draw near he shifts, reaching for a worn blanket at the other end of the couch. As he moves he shifts inside you, heavy and full and warm-

You slap a hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens to escape, body sinking into him and eyes closing, shoulders shivering-

König manages to drape the blanket over you both, hissing instructions in quick German you’re just barely able to parse.

“Sleep!”

You follow the order instantly, collapsing against his chest and turning your much too warm face away from the entryway just as the squad begins to filter in.

They stop, however, upon seeing the sight of you both before them. With you braced on König’s front, arms tucked up along his chest, and König leaning back into the arm of the couch, your form splayed atop him.

The chatter stops.

The blanket is secure over you both, hiding any indication of your…other activities beneath bunched fabric. Still, the position is…intimate to say the least, no doubt a shock to your squad members who suspected you of having a relationship but never found any evidence to confirm it.

You stay completely still, forcing slow, even breaths to mimic the indication of sleep despite your wildly fluttering heartbeat. You think perhaps they might hear it, might realize exactly what is going on.

“Report.” König demands, and his next in command splutters before offering a brief, concise description of the recon mission they were just deployed on. He doesn’t dare mention your sleeping form, not when König’s tone commands nothing less than complete attention, utter respect for his authority.

Still, you hear the soldier trail off, eyes wandering to you, to the undeniably close position you are both in.

You don’t dare shift, but the mere realization of the compromising situation you’re in can’t help but make you tense, and then clench.

König’s hand tenses on your hip, the only indication he’s felt you. Yet hidden under the blanket the grip is close to bruising, digging into the meat of your side and making your face scrunch from where it’s turned away.

You can’t help it, you shiver.

Inside you, you feel König’s cock twitch. Hot, heavy, it forces your cunt to stretch around him, clinging slick and snug to his girth. The lack of friction has poisoned the growing heat in your belly, the pressure of it rising heady and salacious inside you. You want to chase it down, force yourself back on his cock and reign back your waning pleasure but you can’t, not with your squad eyeing your feigning sleeping form.

You shift, just an inch. Tucking your hips back against his and your face burns with the lewdness of it all, at the way König fills you so wholly, so completely there’s room for little else except the waxing, wet, covetous pleasure between you.

König’s hand grips your thigh.

Don’t.

You bite your lip to keep from whining, wanting little else than to sink your teeth into his chest, still clad in his favorite dark, black shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

You clench around him again, forcing your muscles to contract and holding the gasp that bubbles up your throat at the pleasure that spikes through you with the release. Wordlessly, you signal to him, heedless of your comrades.

Please.

A tap, two fingers on your hip bone.

Soon.

Despite your need you force yourself to settle, sinking further into his body even with your entire form coiled like a spring, energy pent up in every fiber, every cell. All the while König discusses the mission with his second in command in low, serious tones.

It forces another small shiver out of you, the way you can hear his voice dip and rumble with your ear pressed to his chest. Only minutes ago it had choked your name in a high, reedy whine, begging for you to sink down on him and offer the relief he so desperately sought.

“Mercy, meine Liebe. Please-!”

Now it speaks with authority, his voice rasping low in his native tongue. The words echo and ricochet in his chest, with your ear pressed there.

He shifts abruptly, scooting you higher on his form and you have to bite down hard on a groan as the head of him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled in the softness of you. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden you flinch, face scrunching as you contain a whine of need. Entire form coiled tight, you try to not tremble atop him, shoulder shaking as a wave of velvety, coiling warmth spreads from the core of you, up along your hips and spine. It ghosts across your shoulders as your heart races, tries to climb up your throat with a lecherous, forbidden moan.

Fuck-

Worse yet, König’s hand grounds you, guides you, forcing you to grind yourself down on his length with the molten tip of him braced against your g-spot.

You can only cling to him, breathe through it as he keeps you there, refusing to let you budge from the unrelenting, scorching thickness of him.

You want to sob as you flutter helplessly around him, the wet center of you gripping him in a velvety embrace. When you clench, pulse around him it’s completely involuntary, a reaction built off the pure desire he stokes inside you. His hand tightens on your hip and it only feeds that flame, his grip to the point of pain and yet delicious, intoxicating in the way only he is.

The others in the squad have wandered off now. You can hear them in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, milling around the apartment in any room except the one where you both are.

You know their faces, their names. Young and fresh, they don’t have his experience, his strength, the history of scars you’ve kissed along his stomach, his arms, his shoulders. It doesn’t stop them from trying to flirt with you, the pretty medic that patches them when they’ve run into trouble. They moon over you, tease you, let their hands brush against your shoulders.

König sees it, sees their bright eyes and fixed stares. You know he does, even as you brush off their advances and dedicate yourself only to him. It’s only behind closed doors do you let him remind you of how you belong to him, only him.

“You’re mine.” He tells you, grunting in your ear. “They can’t have you, not the way I can.”

After all, it’s him who’s inside you right now, him who’s holding you steady, him whose voice rumbles deep and low in your ear.

He’s an elixir, a potion, one that glides across and into the core of you, coaxes your own molten desire into an echoing crescendo that shakes the very foundations of you.

You nearly shudder with relief when König dismisses his sergeant, only to suck in a sharp gasp when he bucks into you, unrestrained. His voice purrs into your ear, drowning out the sounds of other men beyond the realm of you and him.

“I almost wanted them to see.” He confesses abruptly, grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him once more. You bury your head in his chest, shaking at the twisting, curling pleasure that climbs inside you without reprieve. “To let them know you’re mine.”

“K-König please-” You choke, voice hardly a whisper as your nose bumps the underside of his jaw, pressing into his hood.

“I know, I know Schatz.” He murmurs back, voice caught in his throat. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

You know he will. It’s all he’s ever done. Your guardian, your mentor, your protector, your poison-

Your beloved.

#König #könig smut #könig x reader #konig imagine #könig imagine #drabbles #asks #requests #small reminder requests are currently closed!#This is me clearing out my inbox

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ryllen · 5 months

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Congrats to the FIRST TEAM to BEAT THE TITAN!

#this one is the easiest one for me!#MVP trey-senpai!#thank you for everyone who shared advices and tips for me #the two other team gotta sweat really hard now #i hope they all will make it with the current team members i assigned them with #this team got 2 SSR it's very lenient #i still gotta keep refighting the titan until luck shines on me BCS I WAS SO CLOSE #once i got it to the last 700+ of its HP & the other time it was like 44 HP - 0 HP #44!!!!!! CAN U BELIEEV #book 6

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