#ah my babies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr Inc. is using 66 technologies for its website.

starchasersversion · 21 days

Text

happy moonwater day darlings

#ah my babies #moonwater #remus lupin #regulus black

8 notes · View notes

thewiglesswonder · 2 years

Note

apologies if this is a lot but 💥 🕷 🙉 for Fuselage, Quarrel, Maelstrom

COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Fuselage: They’re the wild card of Team Phantos, and they tend to deal with a lot of emotions by blowing something up. However, they’re very sensitive to the feelings of their team, the only mechs that have consistently stuck with them over the stellar cycles. Fuselage takes their disappointment or legitimate hurt to spark.

Quarrel: Quarrel is more of a… silent type. Not as prone to outward existentialism as Dead End, but a fair bit more morose than the average bot. She’s not super accustomed to feeling very joyous about anything, it’s really a wonder Brakebolt ever sees her smile.

Maelstrom: She will not accept that she has failed at something. She will pick anything out of a situation, anything that was gained at all, and latch onto it in an attempt to stop herself from feeling like a failure.

SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Fuselage: This pyrotechnics expert is actually severely claustrophobic, more so than is typical with the vast majority of Seekers. The fear stems from an early stint in the Stockades, in which they went through an acute case of flight withdrawal.

Quarrel: Her fears are along the lines of that of a typical soldier, like getting shot to bits or captured in combat. But one that’s specific to her, that eats at her sometimes, is the thought that maybe one day, she’ll hear a plan that spells certain doom over the radio waves.

Maelstrom: Before the war went hot, Maelstrom was a battlefield trauma surgeon/airlifter, and now she spends a lot of her time with her hands buried in someone else’s processor. She’s not squeamish. But her biggest fear lies in doubting herself, namely, doubting her sanity. She’s so invested in what makes other bots tick, what breaks their processors beyond repair, and she’s afraid that one day, it’ll happen to her.

HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone?

Fuselage: “No matter where you go, who you meet, what you do, that doesn’t change what you are. Worthless.”

Quarrel: “They hate you. They always have. They just needed an excuse, and you gave it to them.

Maelstrom: “You won’t make a difference. None of this, none of your work, will ever matter.”

#ah my babies #my traumatized babies #asks #tf #tfa #fuselage #quarrel #maelstrom #team phantos

7 notes · View notes

regonold · 30 days

Text

Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is

Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?

Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left

So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted

Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running

Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid

Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #ok look this whole prompt was just an excuse to have jazz deliver a flying kick to bruce #bruce: do you need help #danny: I'm lost im looking for my sister #bruce: well let me help you then #jazz seeing a strange man talk to her baby brother: ah so you have chosen death

3K notes · View notes

nahoyasboyfriend · 2 months

Text

Helping hand

Warnings: shameless smut, handjob, unprotected sex, rough sex.

Word count: 2.4k

Tagging: @doll3tt33 @fear-is-truth @coentinim

A/N: this is literally pure filth. I'm not sure what possessed me to write this, but I did. Sorry for any typos or bad writing.

Staying up late with Kyle had become sort of a routine. Sleeping didn't always come easy to you, and getting Kyle to bed without you was always a struggle. Sitting with your legs crossed on the bed, you ponder over what you should do. It couldn't be too loud and it had to be something you were certain he'd enjoy. You glance at him for a moment, he was laying down on the floor watching something on his ipad, so he was occupied for now.

You grabbed your laptop, blankly staring at the screen while you skimmed over your options. Then it hit you— a movie! You could put on a movie. After five minutes of scrolling, you decide to put on a cheesy comedy. you were more of a horror movie enjoyer, but you figured Kyle wouldn't like it. He was a sensitive boy, now more than ever, and you didn't want to stress him out. Especially after the whole being brought back to life ordeal.

"Kyle, honey, come here," you gently call out, placing the laptop on the edge of the bed so you could lay down. You could hear the creak of the floorboards as he slowly ambled to you. He laid down next to you, throwing his arm over you to pull you closer. Stuck in his hold, your hand slapped around until you found the edge of the covers, slinging it over the two of you. You settled in, squirming around until you were comfortable, and then you pressed play.

The plan had been to watch the movie, and then head to bed, but that was ruined when not even ten minutes in he kept shifting. “Ky, what's wrong?” You whisper, tearing your eyes away from the screen to look at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his eyebrows knit together in discomfort. “H-hurts,” he murmured. You sat up, gently removing the cover from the two of you. “Where does it hurt, kyle?”

He propped himself up until he was sitting on his knees. Confused, you watched silently wondering what he was trying to show you. Maybe he had scraped his leg, or he had a bruise. His lack of motor skills was a major downside of being frankensteined back together. "Here," he grunted, looking down at his pants. You followed his gaze until you were meant with the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh.

Unsure of what to do, you just sat there. Shit. Should you help him? Would helping him be the right thing to do? Seemingly annoyed at your lack of response, he took your hand placing it over his groin. He whined at the desperately needed contact, rolling his hips. "Touch, p-please."

This quickly snaps you out of your thoughts, it’s hard to worry about the consequences when he’s so needy. "Are you sure?" You ask, just to check, accidentally pushing his boundaries was never something you wanted to do. He nods, and you start to unzip his pants. Despite the initial struggle, you're finally able to get his pants down, revealing the blue boxers he had on underneath. His precum stains the fabric, making a sizable dark patch.

"Poor boy, you must be so worked up" you coo, running a finger over the length of it. Kyle's pupils swallow the already deep brown of his eyes as he watches you. Meeting his intense gaze is enough to make you look down again, goosebumps pricking at your skin.

With more zeal than before, your fingers hook the band of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach, and you have to stare for a moment. The tip is flushed pink and precum drips from the slit like a broken faucet. Your eyes slowly trail up his body, from his stomach, to the scar wrapped around his neck, till you're finally looking him in the face. His cheeks are ruddy, his lips parted ever so slightly, and he has this look in his eyes like nothing matters but you at the moment. Maintaining eye contact, you gingerly wrap your fingers around it.

He lets out an airy sigh, that you assume is of relief. You carefully start to move your hand up and down. You watch his eyes slowly flutter shut, and revel in the way pathetic whines begin to fall out of his mouth. To ease the friction, you let a glob of spit dribble onto the tip, using your hand to coat his entire length in your drool. His cock twitches in your hand. He must be close, you think. You work your hand faster, trying to push him to the edge as quickly as you can, but suddenly he's pulling your hand away, shaking his head.

"n-need you," he mewls, finger latching onto the band your shorts trying to tug them down. Throwing all caution to the wind, you oblige. You yank down your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor. You crawl to him, tossing your legs over his thighs to straddle his lap. His hands fly to your hips, rucking up your oversized shirt to reveal your chest. He stares at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. Once you give a quiet go ahead, he’s instantly taking your nipple into his mouth. It's an odd sensation. His tongue is cool against your warm skin.

You let out a soft whine, and lift a hand to cradle the back of his head. You card your fingers through his hair, while you mutter soft praises, gently rocking yourself against his aching cock, but not letting it slip inside. His arms were wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer to him, like he wanted to be in your skin. You both stay like this for a while, soaking each other in. While it wasn't enough to get you off, you decided that was fine, and instead focused on getting him off. You were trying to make him feel good after all. You could help yourself later.

You were sure he could have came like this, and he seemed to realize that too because he reluctantly wrenched himself away from mouthing at your boob to line his aching cock with your slit. But he was clueless and couldn't quite get it so with a loving smile, you gently took his hand in yours and directed it to where it needed to go.

You slowly sink onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. You got about halfway before you decided to take a second and let yourself adjust to the size. Placing his hands on your hips, he forced you down. You let a startled gasp because of the abrupt fullness. The stretch burns, and he doesn't let you adjust before he begins to buck up into you.

You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, slightly digging your nails in to deal with the ache. You can barely gain your bearings with the way he forces you to bounce on his cock. The pain slowly melts into syrupy sweet pleasure, and everything quickly becomes overwhelming. The sound of his skin on yours, the feeling of his cold tongue on your skin, and the pangs of pleasure shooting through you.

You crash your mouths together because even if you don't want to admit it. You're just as attached to him as he is to you, and the urge to get closer than you already were was becoming unbearable. This kiss is awkward, but you can't bring yourself to mind. Your teeth clack together and your noses keep bumping. His tongue curiously prods into your mouth. Still, you melt into him, letting him explore every inch of you for as long as he'd like. His spit tastes earthy, and surprisingly it isn't that bad. You pull away to breathe, and he follows, pitifully chasing after you like a lost puppy.

His powerful thrusts have devolved into quick, shallow bunny humps, so you take it upon yourself to finish what he started. You place your hands on his chest lightly pushing him back. He doesn't resist, letting himself fall onto his elbows. He looks confused, kiss-swollen lips pulled into the cutest pout. It makes you want to smooch it off of his face. You lift yourself up, and it seems like you're about to pull off, but before his hands could rush back to your hips, you slam back down down.

The sound he lets out is guttural and loud. Your hand slaps over his mouth. He blinks, puzzled. You pull your hand away to press a finger against your lips. “Be quiet, they'll hear us,” you whisper, glancing behind you to make sure nobody is at the door. In the blink of an eye, you're not on top of him anymore. You are on your back now. Stunned, you stare vacantly at the ceiling. His hands grip your hips, sheathing himself back into the warmth of your cunt (when did he learn how to do that without you?)

He starts up that unforgiving pace again, ramming into you so hard the bed is wobbling beneath you. All you can do is take it. Silently praying that your bed will make it through the night. He effortlessly brushes that spongy spot inside of that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. you're quivering beneath him, unraveling like a ball of yarn in his hands. Pleasure sweeping any coherent thoughts away like a hurricane. That familiar ache builds in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around him, begging for release. Everything feels so good, it verges on painful. Your hands latch onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

Kyle leans down to press wet, slimey kisses on your clavicle, lightly dragging his teeth against your skin. A few more brutal thrusts, and you're digging your nails into his back, softly whining. Your orgasm crashes over you like a current. You bite your lip to muffle the moans that threaten to come out, blinking away unshed tears. After your orgasm subsides, you're instantly being ushered into another one. “s too much, ky, I can't take another,” you hiccup, pressing a hand against Kyle's chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. You don't know if he just brushes you off on purpose, or if he did it without realizing because in spite of your pitiful request. His pace sped up.

He's grunting in your ear now, you can feel the hot puffs of air tickling your cheek. Plump tears roll down your face, your body trembling uncontrollably. He cums deep inside you, a blossom of warmth filling you up, but he doesn't stop rutting into you. Fucking it in further. You let out woeful, little squeaks. You're sniveling, and your poor, aching cunt weeps. You feel your second release rushing towards you, and all you can do is brace yourself. He's fucking you like he despises you, and if you didn't know anymore you would have been convinced you were his sworn enemy with the way he was bullying your cunt.

Your orgasm hits you like a strike to gut, somehow more intense than the last. Your back arches off the bed so far that someone might think you're possessed. The bitter taste of iron pervades your mouth. You didn't realize how hard you'd bitten your lip trying to be quiet. (Which is turning out to be an impossible feat, but at least you're trying.) you're gushing around him. Your arousal spills down onto the bed beneath you. You can feel the sheets sticking to your skin, and you remind yourself to lay down a towel or something next time. A few more agonizing seconds pass, and he's finally pulling out of you.

He collapses on top of you, and you take a moment to collect yourself. The icky feeling of laying in a pool of bodily fluids is the only reason you haven't passed out yet.

“Kyle, we gotta get up and take a shower,” you mumble, your body aches and your bones feel like jelly, but you can't go to sleep in these conditions.

He grumbles for a second. “sleep.”

you sigh, “i know, but we're all dirty now. We gotta clean up.” begrudgingly, he peels himself off of you. You get up rather slowly because of how unsteady you were on your feet. You snatch some clothes up for you and Kyle. You haul yourself to the bathroom, dragging Kyle behind you. You turned on the shower, letting the water run until it was warm enough to get in. “C’mon in,” you utter, stepping into the tub. You watch Kyle sluggishly walk to you. He looked so tired. Poor baby.

“Do you want me to help you bathe?” you inquire, quietly. He doesn't respond, just follows you in. He can barely keep his eyes open. You decide it's easier to just wash him instead of trying to wake him up. You grab a washcloth, apply some body wash, and massage it in till it lathers up. You start with his arms, and you can't help but follow all the veins as you travel your way up. Then you moved on to his chest. You could feel the bumps from where his head was sewn back on, your heart ached for him. He didn't deserve such an untimely death. You frown, shaking away those thoughts. He doesn't need your pity.

The rest goes relatively fast. He listens to your request to lift his legs and turn around, so you could reach his back. You speed through washing yourself, so you can get back to bed as soon as you possibly can. Once you’re done, you hop out and dry yourself off. As usual, you help Kyle dry off too. The two of you shuffle off to bed clean and content. You toss a blanket over your sullied sheets, you'll wash them later.

Collapsing onto the bed, you let out a relieved sigh. Sweet, sweet relaxation. Kyle follows suit, pulling you onto his chest. You grinned, silently enjoying his unending clinginess. “L-love you,” he murmured, and you feel a warmth beginning to bloom in your chest. “I love you too, Kyle,” you whisper. You don't know if he truly understands what he just said to you, but you choose not to think too hard about it. Scooting closer to him, you feel the tiredness hit you all at once. The comfortable arms of sleep luring you in.

#kyle spencer smut #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #he's my baby boy #ahs coven #american horror story #kit walker x reader #kai anderson x reader #tate langdon x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #jadesfic

532 notes · View notes

bisclavaret · 3 months

Text

I thought for sure I’d posted this before but I hadn’t so happy threshold day 🎉🥰

#Star Trek #threshold #threshold day #star trek voyager #st voyager #kathryn janeway #tom paris #my art #my condolences to those lizard babies left to die #ah well.

1K notes · View notes

puppetmaster13u · 3 months

Text

Another Dragon Prompt?

They had all figured they'd seen it all. Great wurms of thorn and vines, built by the land and leaves around them, massive wyverns of wind and storm whose roars were like a thunder crash.

But all of that was nothing when the city found itself dragged into the realm of green, where there was a deadly, horrible calm before everything fled.

The pair of drakes usually getting into things, one of gold and black scales, the other a kaleidoscope of blues and reds screamed, tearing across the land as it was torn asunder. The mothering dragon constantly dropping food on top of the people didn't even bother as it flew alongside the one usually stealing boxes as fast as their tiny wings could move. Even the drake with armor of steel and more aggression than a chihuaha turned kaiju raced away, leaping from building to building before seemingly recalling it too had wings it could use.

More dragons than Amity had ever seen before fled in great flocks, everything a panic, terrified of whatever they were trying to escape. Every shape and size, from the blobs to great wurms like the one who called itself Overgrowth, and they were running.

And then they saw it, first a familiar beast of pink flame and gouging antlers- the Wisconsin Drake, the Fentons had called it- with dozens of wings beating and ectoplasm spilling from a great gouging wound before it crashed into a building with a pained wail.

But it was what followed that truly horrified everyone. A great beast of night, fins flared out like massive wings as it swam through the sky, flames already gathered in its mouth as it stared down at its prey.

Amity had thought they had seen it all.

It did nothing to prepare them for the King's awakening.

301 notes · View notes

pikahlua · 7 months

Text

MHA Chapter 404 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 このままいけばあなたは敵と対峙しこのままいけばあなたはヴィランとたいじし kono mama ikeba anata wa VIRAN to taiji shi If you continue like this, you will face a villain

2 言い表せようもない程…凄惨な死を迎える‼︎ いいあらわせようもないほど…せいさんなしをむかえる‼︎ ii arawaseyou mo nai hodo...seisan na shi wo mukaeru!! and die an unspeakably...gruesome death!!

tagline 1 かつて、相棒が視た未来ーーかつて、ナイトアイがみたみらいーー katsute, NAITOAI (kanji: aibou) ga mita mirai-- Once before, the future that Nighteye (read as: his partner) saw--

tagline 2 No.404　大好き‼︎オールマイト‼︎　堀越耕平ナンバー404　だいすき‼︎オールマイト‼︎　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 404 daisuki!! OORU MAITO!! Horikoshi Kouhei No. 404 We love you!! All Might!! Kouhei Horikoshio

3 風がかぜが kaze ga The wind

4 吹いていたふいていた fuite ita was blowing.

1 今日はパイでもつくろうかきょうはパイでもつくろうか kyou wa PAI demo tsukurou ka "Shall we make some pie today?"

2-3 遠くの危より今日の締切じゃボケ！とおくのきよりきょうのしめきりじゃボケ！ tooku no ki yori kyou no shimekiri ja BOKE! "Today's deadline is worse than some distant danger, idiot!"

4 気流がおかしい… きりゅうがおかしい… kiryuu ga okashii... "The wind stream is strange..."

5 メリルさっきの放送事故メリルさっきのほうそうじこ MERIRU sakki no housou jiko "Meryl's broadcasting blunder from earlier"

6 もうアップされてる mou APPU sareteru "has already been uploaded."

7-8 今後ジェット気流に乗ってーー北米にも影響を及ぼす可能性がありますこんごジェットきりゅうにのってーーほくべいにもえいきょうをおよぼすかのうせいがあります kongo JETTO kiryuu ni notte--hokubei ni mo eikyou wo oyobosu kanousei ga arimasu “From here on, there is a chance it could ride a jet stream and affect North America as well.”

9 マルティンごはんよー MARUTIN gohan yoo "Martin, food!"

10 オールマイト… OORU MAITO... "All Might..."

11 死んじゃやだなしんじゃやだな shinja ya da na "I don't want him to die."

1 小僧！こぞう！ kozou! "Kid!"

1 再び"変速"を発動すれば今度こそ反動からは逃れられん！ふたたび"へんそく"をはつどうすればこんどこそはんどうからはのがれられん！ futatabi "hensoku" wo hatsudou sureba kondo koso handou kara wa nogareraren! "If you activate Gear Shift again, you won't be able to escape from the backlash this time!"

2 勝ち筋を見出してからでなければーー… かちすじをみいだしてからでなければーー… kachisuji wo miidashite kara de nakereba--... "Unless we find a way to win--..."

3 "変速"!!! "2nd (kanji: hensoku)"!!! "Second (read as: Gear Shift)"!!!

1 間に合わないまにあわない ma ni awanai "You won't make it."

2 わかってんだろ？ wakattendaro? "You understand, right?"

3 おまえの中のオールマイトがーーおまえのなかのオールマイトがーー omae no naka no OORU MAITO ga-- "The All Might inside you--"

4 曖昧な姿だったのは本人がまだ生きていたからじゃないのか？あいまいなすがただったのはほんにんがまだいきていたからじゃないのか？ aimai na sugata datta no wa honnin ga mada ikite ita kara ja nai no ka? "Isn't the reason why he looked so unclear because his real self was still alive?"

5 それが今形を成し始めているのはそういう事じゃあないのか？それがいかたちをなしはじめているのはそういうことじゃあないのか？ sore ga ima katachi wo nashi hajimete iru no wa sou iu koto jaa nai no ka? "Isn't that why he's starting to take shape now?"

1 世界に夢を見せた男の死でせかいにゆめをみせたおとこのしで sekai ni yume wo miseta otoko no shi de "With the death of the man who showed a dream to the world,"

2 夢は現実に還るんだゆめはげんじつにかえるんだ yume wa genjitsu ni kaerunda "the dream will return to reality."

1 誰かの握った拳がだれかのにぎったこぶしが dareka no nigitta kobushi ga Someone's clenched fist...

2 誰かの吐息がだれかのといきが dareka no toiki ga Someone's long sigh...

3 あなたが殺される…未来を変えたくてあなたがころされる…みらいをかえたくて anata ga korosareru...mirai wo kaetakute I wanted to change the future...where you will be killed,

4 変える術を探ってきた… かえるすべをさぐってきた… kaeru sube wo sagutte kita... so I have been searching for a way to change it...

5 …エネルギーなんじゃないか…と思うんだ… …エネルギーなんじゃないか…とおもうんだ… ...ENERUGII nanja nai ka...to omounda... ...It's some sort of energy...I think...

6 己が強く望む未来… おのれがつよくのぞむみらい… onore ga tsuyoku nozomu mirai... A future for which I wished strongly...

7 望む…エネルギーのぞむ…エネルギー nozomu...ENERUGII Energy...from wishing.

8 ブラジルでの蝶の羽ばたきはブラジルでのちょうのはばたきは BURAJIRU de no chou no habataki wa A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil

9 テキサスでハリケーンを引き起こすテキサスでハリケーンをひきおこす TEKISASU de HARIKEEN wo hikiokosu causes a hurricane in Texas.

1 誰かの祈りがだれかのいのりが dareka no inori ga Someone's prayer...

2 クソザコのてめェが力をつけて…！クソザコのてめェがちからをつけて…！ KUSO ZAKO no temeE ga chikara wo tsukete...! Why'd a damn weakling like you get that kind of power...!

3 オールマイトに認められて… オールマイトにみとめられて… OORU MAITO ni mitomerarete... You were recognized by All Might...

4 なのに何で俺はっなのになんでおれはっ nanoni nande ore wa So why was it me...

5 オールマイトを終わらせちまってんだオールマイトをおわらせちまってんだ OORU MAITO wo owarasechimattenda who put an end to All Might?

1-4 爆轟少年… ばくごうしょうねん… Bakugou-shounen... "Young Bakugou..."

5 勝つぞ!!! かつぞ!!! katsu zo!!! "We'll win!!!"

tagline ただの鼓舞ではない、その叫びは確かな決意‼︎ ただのこぶではない、そのさけびはたしかなけつい‼︎ tada no kobu de wa nai, sono sakebi wa tashika na ketsui!! It's not just for encouragement, that shout is certain determination!!

#my hero academia leak translations #mha 404 #bnha 404 #my hero academia manga spoilers #final showdown spoilers #baby you're a firework #make em go ah ah ah #as you shoot across the sky-y-y

391 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

styleetvogue

Styleetvogue

curegifs

THE CURE: GREATEST GIFS

evamp

miriamchandi4

Untitled

zdk52-blog

Untitled