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Sequel to this post:https://www.tumblr.com/bunnybunstrawbieee/738733734106398720/leosagi-when-i-made-this-in-january-and-february?source=share
I'm actually having fun drawing them sm and I'm Leosagi deprived (and Donasagi)
And yes Leo's design was made first before Usagi's , probably count this as an Au or own iteration, i dunno.
and also I think my idea is this Usagi is named Miyamoto Usagi? (Has the last name as his?) But he's not really Usagi, he's just his descendant. (｡· v ·｡) ?
Michaelangelo probably has a pajama party and they both gave them sweaters.
And let's just say they were on...on a disguise on this one-- (I have more ideas on disguises) eee
#usagi yojimbo#tmnt#miyamoto usagi#hamato leonardo#leosagi#Usagi Yojimbo au#tmnt au#For the inspiration#tmnt 1987#Emphasis on Usagi here mostly inspired by 1987 Usagi (by design?)#rise tmnt#rottmnt#this is inspo mostly on Leo and the others I designed them last year. But I had to finish-- will post refs later#tmnt fan iteration
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hey sorry, but while you were in the other room your cousin grew his arm back. yeah, he won't be able to use any of his one armed Herdazian jokes now. I know, we all thought having one arm was a part of how he saw himself, but I guess not? oh, and he's probably going to stick you to the wall now. sorry.
#thank you#vivenna-i-wish#for the inspiration#stormlight archive#cremposting#words of radiance#wor spoilers
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Some new brush practice inspired by this piece of art by @yuriyuruandyuraart because I saw that and I was suddenly feeling like drawing!!
So take this, I am so happy with this, and hopefully can get fully back into drawing!!
Original cross jakei95
#undertale au#my art#undertale multiverse#Cross!sans#cross sans#xtale sans#xtale#i finally drew again#it feel so good#moving out of dorms zapped my energy#so thank you yuri#for the inspiration#woo!#red
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Image by Kerimaix
Content info: Chan decorating the Christmas tree topless turns you on and you do something about that.
Word count: 1127
Warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (baby girl, princess), Chan being delicious
Imagine Chan being very particular about how your Christmas tree gets decorated. You don't mind him having his way, putting every ornament up Just. So., as long as you get to watch him doing it. Because of course he does it with as little clothing on as possible. It's Chan after all. He doesn't do clothing like a mere mortal, just like he doesn't do sloppy Christmas decoration or bad music production.
And anyway, who in their right mind would object to seeing those powerful muscles stretch and contract, the concentration on his face, the soft smile on his lips? Exactly. No one.
So you sit on the couch, observing his every move. You watch his elegant hands untangle lights. When he puts them up, you first get to admire his back, then his torso as he walks around the tree.
Once he is satisfied with the lights, he bends down to gather the first bauble. Your eyes dart to his perfect buttocks and you are itching to sink your teeth into them, to knead them, to worship them. Chan straightens and considers several placements before decidedly hanging it up. This same spiel continues with every bauble. You grow hornier by the minute, the damp patch between your legs growing.
Finally, Chan pulls out the last ornament. This one he handles differently: It is the one you gifted him the very first Christmas you spent together as a couple. That one he knows straight away where to hang. It goes in a spot of honour, framed by all the others, visible from all important angles. Your heart melts when you realise this.
Chan cocks his hip to one side, crosses his thick arms and considers the tree once more before spinning around to you. With a bright smile he asks what you think of his work. Smiling too, you jump up and make a show of studying the tree, as if you hadn’t watched the entire process from start to finish. You put your arms around Chan and look into his eyes.
“It’s perfect. Like you”, the words are sincerely spoken, with love in every letter. You emphasise them with soft kisses to his plush lips and warm cheeks. He squirms a little from the compliment, but happily accepts your affections. “Yeah? I’m so glad you think so!”
“I really do, my gorgeous boy”, you boop his nose with yours. “Actually, while you were busy doing the tree, you managed to do something else really well.”
“Huh, what’s that?”, he looks at you, genuinely puzzled. You take his hand and guide it to your drenched panties: “Make me wet.” His eyes grow big at your bold action, but immediately his hand cups your pussy gently. “Oh, I see…what should we do about that, baby girl?”
With a happy twinkle in your eyes, you look him up and down playfully: “I’d like to climb you like the most delectable Christmas tree ever.” You lean in to kiss Chan’s pecs, grinding down on the hand that is providing friction for you.
“Mh, that can be arranged.” He lifts your chin, kissing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your throat, to your mouth. The hand on your pussy starts rubbing your clit, while his fingers tease at your opening. You keen, relishing his loving treatment. “You are such a horny little minx, aren`t you? Always checking me out.”
“It’s not my fault you run around shirtless all the time”, you pout breathlessly, running your hands over the offending muscles like a woman possessed, “making me desperate”, your fingers tweak his nipples in retribution. The resulting gasp makes you feel lightheaded with want.
Chan is not one to be outdone in anything, especially not in teasing his baby girl, so he casually licks the outer shell of your ear and whispers: “I think it’s only fair, considering you manage to turn me on with a single word from those pretty lips.” Your hands fly down to his dick to check the truthfulness of that statement. A satisfied expression blooms on your face. He is so fucking hard for you.
“Can we 69 then?”, you ask innocently, squeezing his erection. “I really want you in my mouth.” You love seeing the power your words have over him, as he immediately gets on his knees. He pushes off your shirt, kissing down your body. At last, he pulls your panties down and mouths at your venus mound, his eyes closed reverently. You feel like coming right there. Instead, you get down too, pushing him on his back. You cannot resist and make out with him some more, then you ask: “Ready?”
“For such a treat? Always, princess.” Chan’s eyes glint with desire, his lips are puffy from kissing you. He helps to keep your balance as you turn around, his strong hands guiding your pussy over his face. You aren’t even fully lying down, and he is already licking you out, pushing his tongue against your clit and into you.
You moan and lie down completely, loving how hot he is to the touch, how your soft body fits against his hard muscles. Your hands glide under his shorts, dragging free your prize. His cock is so beautiful to you. Thick, not too long, with a delicious, smooth tip made to suck on. So you do just that. You fuck him with your mouth, just as he is fucking you with his tongue. Both your mouth and hand work his dick, dragging up and down, coating him in wetness. As your tongue swipes along his shaft and tip, you cannot help but stroke his muscular thigh at the same time. You cannot get enough of him. And he cannot get enough from you. His fingers dig into your arse, encouraging you to move your hips as you please. The combined stimulation from your sloppy blowjob and the way he eats you out is heavenly.
As you get closer to your climax, you moan louder and louder around his cock. His precum leaks into your mouth and you love it, love knowing that your pleasure turns Chan on more too. And then you finally find your release and for those blissful seconds your hand can only move jerkily along his dick, lacking any finesse. But Chan doesn’t need finesse as he follows you with a satisfied groan, spilling cum down your hands.
You just lie on top of him, sated and happy. “That was a great early Christmas present”, you finally say.
“I totally agree”, you can hear the smile in his voice. While he strokes your thighs, you lick up the mess. Then you turn around and lie next to him, snuggling into his embrace.
“Merry Christmas, Chan.”
“Merry Christmas, my pretty princess.”
#bang chan smut#bang chan smut fanfic#bang chan fanfic#bang chan hard hours#bang chans abs#bang chan being a whole meal#24 days of chrismas#bonus chrismas day by tortoise!#author tortoise#thank you to#kerimaix#for the inspiration#what a gorgeous image they painted!!
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Verse update: Sing Along to the Age of Paranoia
Vincent Price joins the burgeoning media of television in 1939. He’s there for the war: entertains the masses, tells them what the government wants them to hear about joining the war effort to help the boys on front, and then the war is over. The propaganda doesn’t stop, it just changes subjects. The Nazis are defeated, but there's a new threat on the horizon now: the Communists. The game show he’s hosting gets cancelled, and he’s back to the news desk.
It's 1948, and he's starting to suspect that as much as he might love television, it can't love him back. But if he loves it that much, he must want want to be here, right? He lasts for another year, long neough for the calendar to flip to 1949, when his producer tells him that he’s not really the image they want of a the new America— he’s good, they say, but not right.
It’s the final nail in the coffin, and after a decade, he leaves. He still loves New York, but he doesn't really want to go back to print journalism either. So instead, he returns to university for a Master's degree. It seems fitting somehow, he joined at the start of the decade, and now as it comes to an end, he leaves for something new, a fresh start.
His thesis is about propaganda on television. Academia is slow to change, but it’s a topic he knows intrinsically, and perhaps more importantly, one he knows will be important. His dissertation takes that, and goes more broad, more comparative. Instead of just television he looks at it compared to print and to radio.
A couple of people ask why that topic specifically, a few more recognize him, and that answers the first question. He catches up with his old professors, and works as a junior professor or TA throughout. He graduated in 1955, officially Doctor Vincent Price. He moves up the university hierarchy, to a Professor in his own right.
It’s one of those se hiring decisions that split the board. Some of the older professors don’t like the idea— he’s too radical, too modern. The others think he’s exactly what the university needs, and this is the side that wins out. The world is changing, they say, and television is probably going to play an increasingly important role in journalism.
He gets tenure in 1965, and teaches mostly classes in journalism and communication, and a couple cross-listed into history, and one very specific one that is an Engineering elective talking about the actual forms of dissemination, and how those work, which gets into the technological details of the designs, and what sort of things actually sell.
He's the foremost expert in his tiny little sub-field, but he is a legitimately good professor. And the nice thing about not being on screen, is he can have a bit more of a personal life. He's still plenty careful with any dalliances, and it's not until after he graduates that he even considers it, but there's still a few over the years.
#*personnel file (hc)#*verse: Sing Along to the Age of Paranoia#a human verse!!!#thanks to#hellsmayflower#for the inspiration#the dates can be adjusted if anyone wants to be his student#but also what a way for Hell to differ!#No Overlord Vox here!
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Just wanna say, this is @daemon-404 ‘s fault.
#thanks my dear french comrade#for the inspiration#lize-art#fanart#traditional art#the legend of zelda#tloz#hyrule warriors#loz hwaoc#astor
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They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.
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A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡
#animal#animals#cat#cats#kitty#kittens#pet#pets#baby animals#cute animals#adorable#pretty#aww#cute#fluffy#goals#dreams#inspiration#motivation#vintage#photography
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
#writeblr#ao3#archive of our own#writer#writing#writers#whump#angst#fanfic#fanfiction#blorbo#writing tropes#writing trope#writing prompt#writing prompts#writing challenge#writing community#writing inspo#writing inspiration#writer’s block#tropes#trope#whump tropes#whump trope#prompt#prompts#whump prompt#whump prompts#whumpblr#whump community
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SPARKLEZ!
You wouldn't believe the things I've seen. Or maybe you would. What do I know?
Worlds upon worlds of wonder have embraced my many selves. I'm living a thousand lives at once. And those are just the lives I'm aware of. For instance, in a place called Middle Earth I am reborn a beautiful elf queen. And under the ice shield of a moon called Europa I am a strand of plankton. And in a world we both know well, I'm a bunch of little girls who look just like me, and maybe other things too... Anyway, my umbrella consciousness has reformed for just a moment; my caretaker, in his mercy, has allowed me to show you these things.
But you definitely won't believe the most amazing thing I've seen. Lately I've been looking through a window... A window into bygone years. A man sits in front of a screen, speaking his soul to the world while playing a game. I think I know who he is!
I see this man forming friendships with those who also speak to the world. I know who they are too. They project themselves as tiny box figures into a world made of boxes. It's so much less detailed than the world where the man and his friends sit. I would not have known Ruxomar and it's sister dimensions to be so childlike in appearance except by this contrast!
The days go on as the friends play. The boxlike world is ruled by two gods. Of course I know who they are. The man is faced with a choice between the two. His life is riddled with choices! And like the stubborn idealist he is, he carves out a middle path. He'll take neither god. He'll have a goddess all to his own.
He created me.
A man named Jordan Maron created the goddess Ianite in a world beyond worlds. And Jordan Maron looks just like you. He is one of your countless alternate selves. He looks so much less boxy! I think that if I did not already know you and Spark so well, I would call him my favorite version.
Now I grasp the truth I have been seeking all my life. I have see what is above gods. It is ____________.
My umbrella consciousness won't hold much longer. Let me say a few choice words before the final goodbye between this version of you and this version of me. Thank you for choosing to create me. I believe that had the other you not made that choice in that far off world, none of my present selves would exist. In a strange sense, you are my god. Thank you for believing in your creation enough to make it real. Thank you for continuing to love me and make choices for my wellbeing. I hope another you loves another me in another world soon.
If Jordan looks out the window one of these days, he might be able to see me.
Not even creeping. Just fyi.
Forever Your Lady
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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
Too much communication
True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemy’s sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Strangers to enemies
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground
Nursing home au
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Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.
#baking#just do it just put THE SALT IN THE COOKIE DOUGH#inspired by the coworker who bragged her recipes dont need salt and brought the blandest cheesecake bars to the potluck#you need some salt i promise#just a little#just skooch#'the recipe doesnt call for salt' THEN ITS PROBABLY WRONG
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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
#peach rambles#you don’t have to get rid of blorbo and squimbus!! they would look great on top of your beautiful new nightstand you’ve been excited about#hall of fame i guess#i get. the sneaking suspicion this post has inspired at least two other posts#to the effect of ‘uhmmm i was ALWAYS excited about these things??’#yes i did have to do my own chores as a kid prommy. i just didn’t have feelings about stuff yet ok
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#inspired by a conversation with seahorsepencils#frankly i want to get them all together lol#but i'm curious#tumblr celebs#neil gaiman#wil wheaton#lynda carter#chuck tingle#diane duane
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#cottage#cottagecore#landsccape#paradise#nature#adventure#explore#travel#travelling#photography#aesthetic#inspiration#motivation#cottage garden#cottage witch#landscape#flowercore#flowers#rain#curators on tumblr#photographers on tumblr#dark academia aesthetic#country cottage#mountains#lovecore#farmcore#gif#lake#beauty#grandmacore
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