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welcometogrouchland · 11 months
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[ID: a digital sketch of Eda and Raine from the owl house. They're in their designs from watching and dreaming, pre epilogue. Raine holds out their arm for an injection (given by a disembodied hand and labeled "magic rabies shot") and Eda lays a hand on their shoulder and leans her head on theirs. She says "you're doing great Raine! how'd you get rabies tho?". Raine stares dead eyed at the viewer as a thought bubble connected to them shows Belos biting down on their arm. End ID]
I was gonna post a request today but I feel like it's gonna flop and this is funnier. So request tomorrow, Raine Whispers Rabies doodle today
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draconicsparkle · 2 months
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Chapter 12 of He Who Defies Death in a nutshell:
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Drawn by @hopelilies
Notes and thoughts under read more.
I’ve been so freaking excited to share this with the community! It’s been ready for so long and the time has finally come to show it off!
As said before, I commissioned hopelillies to draw this around when I first began the fic. When I thought of that particular scene, I instantly thought of that one meme and knew I wanted it illustrated. So thank you so so much for making it a reality! I appreciate you so much!
The support this fic has gotten has been unreal. I appreciate everyone who has given my story a try. I have more planned and am stoked to show you what will happen! So please stay tuned!
Also, here’s the meme for those confused:
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mixelation · 4 months
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In this reborn x2 scenario, is Tori going from publicly dating Itachi to Obito? Do people assume she's got a type or something?
i don't think anyone in their immediate social circle would think this because itachi and obito have very different ~vibes~. but to outsiders following gossip..... yeah, probably looks like tori is an uchiha chaser
tori: you're a huge downgrade tho
obito: i am
obito: but you like it >:)
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babblingflowers · 8 months
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have I told y’all bout my mpreg must be canon theory? no? oh goodie!
Remember that time JKR was like “there’s no homophobia in the wizard world just blood supremacy” and this was… her trying to be an ally, I think? Whatever not the point despite the fact that blood supremacy is fundamentally a eugenics doctrine that relies on controlling people’s reproductive choices and where there’s smoke there’s fire (ie anyone viewed as not contributing to the continuation of the pureblood line, be that via having non pureblood children, or not having children at all, would be considered a problem)
Well.. if I’m really meant to believe that these people aren’t homophobic, the only explanation I can draw is that magic removes the barriers to same sex couples having babies. THEREFORE: mpreg must be canon (and whatever the inverse is? Oviposition? Dick-free pregnancy?)
And, this must be so commonplace that no one ever even thinks to mention it. It’s the only explanation, really.
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skylitmelody · 3 months
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Woke up in pain and sitting in my own blood.
I got my period.
Happy New Year to me.
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brionysea · 1 year
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idk what they put in taylor swift's songs to make me suddenly able to make video edits to them but i'm not complaining
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calcium-cat · 2 years
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If Hallucination Passive!Nightmare was real(as proposed by that last anon), I absolutely believe that Nightmare would have some kind of existential crisis cause "That's me, but I'm me, and there's two of me now, but that was me as a kid AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
And much more confusion with the gang.
Akdkgkskfks oh he'd be having a crisis alright.
Meanwhile Passive!Nightmare is just like:
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the-winter-brothel · 28 days
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Current M!A's are
Elise got big booba
Vaggies in heat
Amy's lactating chocolate milk
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jacqcrisis · 11 months
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Since it's my birthday could I possibly request a silly rambling about Caleb having to cancel dinner with his mom and not tell her it's because he's at the hospital. Again.
Yes! But mostly because I've had an idea I'd probably never write in my drafts that would prelude this. Gunna put most of it under a readmore as it's long and a little saucy.
Caleb's got a busy day ahead of him, with lunch with his ma and an evening shift after that so, in order to get a workout in, he decides to go to the gym first thing when he wakes up. Thing is, when he gets there, the showers are closed due to maintenance. That's not great, but he supposes he'll cut the workout short and run back home to wash up before lunch.
Not that he wants to go to lunch. His ma is probably going to have pamphlets and numbers for matchmakers and single women his age she knows. It's going to be an hour or two of guilt-tripping and pressure that he doesn't really want right now, but it's better to go than her try to show up at an apartment he doesn't live at anymore, so he best be on time.
Well, after his workout, a new problem arises when he gets back to the apartment. One he thought would still be sleeping considering its like...half past noon, so himbos don't expect to be ambushed as they put their keys on the table and their bag on the floor. Caleb squawks as a shockingly awake and already rumbling Zeke wraps his arms around him from behind.
He's got his toothy face jammed into Caleb's neck and his hands already under his clothes as Caleb's brain finally works out what's happening. Caleb puts up a mild protest, mostly telling Zeke to wait or at least, follow him into the shower, while not really putting much effort in trying to get hands out of his gym shorts or a mouth from sucking hickeys into his throat. Zeke's not having it, and Caleb's lukewarm attempts to wriggle free are nowhere to be seen when he's picked up and becomes intimately familiar with the wall against his back.
Not that Caleb would stop Zeke at this point as he's been trying to get the changeling to let loose a little and just go to town on him. Who knew all it would take was a workout and a missed shower to have Zeke manhandling him and trying to eat him like a peach? All thought of lunches later in the afternoon are absolutely out the window as are any worry about what a keyed up, aggressive Zeke might do when he moves their operation to the bedroom by carrying Caleb there.
Obviously, Zeke ends up gnawing the shit out his shoulder again, shocking literally no one. And it's bad enough that Caleb can't risk not going to the ER...again so when Zeke stops gagging, they clean up a little so they don't walk in looking too much like a crime scene. During that, as Zeke is assessing the damage frantically, Caleb's phone goes off with his ma on the other end doubling checking the resturant choice for today.
Caleb fumbles his way through a lie about how he can't go to lunch, he's really sorry, but he's...sick? His ma tells him that she's going to be in town anyways and she has some things to give him so she'll just stop by his place and- Caleb scrambles to cut her off, tells her they can reschedule or something, like it's fine, don't drop by, he's like super duper gross right now.
There's some back and forth, again while Zeke is wiping blood and drool and semen off him, where Caleb comes out on top by saying how she, his mother, would prefer to go through whatever she has for him in person. She irrately agrees, and she ends the call by telling him that he sounds a lot like his father. Caleb kind of shrugs it off but Zeke immediately starts apologizing again since he not only ruined lunch but Caleb will probably have to call off work tonight as well.
Caleb stops him, surprisingly happy with this outcome and assuring Zeke for the millionth time he's exactly the opposite of mad and he wishes Zeke was like that more just without the hospital part after. They go to the ER, and that sucks but it's a better time than lunch with his ma and Caleb gets a night off to play Call of Duty. Zeke also coddles him when he get off work later so it's wins all around for Caleb.
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littlegayassbitch · 1 year
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Hey guys, JRWI girlfriend poll fanfic
im literally dyign right now
idk how to write as jay ferin I've only seen riptide a few times, bit I think I have a good idea, here's some random shit nobody asked for!!! yippee!
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slovoricbutbetter · 5 months
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Young Love, or Whatever Euphemism We Use For Insanity
tee hee shin soukoku again. kidnapping. akutagawa calls atsushi's hair 'bad'. i love them so much your honour
i wrote this one a lot more recently yet i once again don't remember the thought process. something along the lines of 'college students who are so neurodivergent it hurts' but it somehow became Crack so uh here we are
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Hurray for light prisms and glow-in-the-dark stars.
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madtomedgar · 11 months
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Left this out of my r63 jgy post but I think f!Jin Guangyao needs to get taken care of first and foremost in bed. Like her pleasure must be centered. Her partner won't be neglected but she is the main event usually. Because she has brothel hangups around sex as service or as something she does for someone else's benefit. I think for canon Jin Guangyao this manifests more in a need to be calling the shots (with men) and to be very careful and generous (with women). F!Jin Guangyao's particular quirk here is super fun for her when it comes to m!Qin Su.
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Incorrect Quotes Game
I was tagged by @ezestreet and @the-void-writes. Thanks for the tag!
Rules: Use this quote generator and list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes listed. 
I tag @jezifster @manathen @writerfae @athenixrose @writingpotato07 @magefaery
Robots & Gardens
Green: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?
Peace: You know, Donnie gives Hollis flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. Green: Okay. *Later* Green: *gives Hollis flowers* Hollis: ??? Green: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
Green: Peace and I got married!! Digits and Hollis: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.
Hollis: What are you eating? Digits: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Hollis: I like you, don't I?
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Space Don’t Dictate Fate 
Cosma: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere... Tharion: Only as their rodeo clown.
Cosma: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here. Cosma: And if you don't well then fuck you. Cosma: I'm looking at you, Tharion, you jealous mop.
Tharion: Where are my fucking keys? Arc: Tharion, Cosma is around, can you say it a little nicer? Tharion: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
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sunshineram · 1 year
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ponds-of-ink · 1 year
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Short FNAF 3 AU One-Shot: “Trying to Negotiate”
Got inspired by this reply to one of my posts so much, that I had to write something.
And, to be clear, the name I am using for one of the characters is a code name. It’s not the actual name of said character.
Staticky rambles pierced one of Patty’s eardrums. If she wasn’t driving, then she would have fussed at this surfer man to calm down. Just because she was older than a lot of the staff in this horror attraction did not mean that he could yell so loudly. Not only was it hurting her hearing, but it was also clearly going to ensure him losing his voice for a week. A shame that this had to bother one of the most laidback people she’s ever met.
Thankfully, the sight of her car pulling into the parking lot seemed to calm him down. She waved at the disheveled man before pulling into one of the main empty spaces. Once settled in, she hung up her phone and exited the vehicle. “Nothing’s caught fire, which is a good start,” she noted as she walked up to him. “I guess the only concern now is this whole animatronic business.”
The man nodded rapidly, then pointed to the front of the building. “They’re in the first room to your right,” he explained with a tremor not befitting his casual tone. “I guess you’ll talk to that bot while I get something for Mike?”
“That sounds like a good start,” Patty agreed calmly. “I was a great negotiator, as far as my husband was concerned. I got us out of many... risky situations. I’m sure this is no different. Goodbye for now, Mr. ‘Dude’.”
Confident in her abilities, she strolled to the door and shoved it open. The mustiness of the air made her cough into her sleeve, but no one took advantage of the sound. In fact, whatever noise was there before she arrived plummeted into silence. When she opened her eyes, there was a dark, narrow hall with a wide-open door lighting her way. Her heart thumped. This was just like one of those newer horror movies from the 80s. Which meant, as she got closer to the “danger room”, her internal monologue shifted from rehearsing her ‘let the boy go’ speech to excitedly wondering about what terrifying monster could be lurking behind that opening. The obvious answer was a haunted animatronic, yes, but what kind was it? A custom-made one fit for this attraction? A retrofitted one covered in mold and grime from all the years of entertaining folks both young and old? Or, miracles of miracles, was it a suit she helped tailor for?
The sound of something scraping the linoleum tiles jolted her out of her speculation. Half-thankful for the reminder, she peered into the office. She let out a gasp straight away, alerting the attention of the man crouching on the desk. “Mrs. Thomas, what are you doing here!?” he cried out. “You could get hurt!”
“I appreciate your politeness, Mike, but you can just call me ‘Patty’,” Patty scoffed as she properly entered into the room. “Same goes for your ‘friend’, if he ever decides to join us. Now, how’s about I get you down before you hurt yourself?”
Reluctantly, Mike gave her his arm and gingerly jumps off the table. On instinct, Patty grabbed him tight and spun him back down to earth. Both looked at each other with wide eyes. “Sorry,” Patty apologized simply. “That was a move I learned in my younger years. A bit of choreography from the silver screen.”
Mike opened his mouth to ask something, then stops. He looked past her shoulder. The scraping started again, making his blood run cold. “How’s about we trade stories outside?” he asked her with a wide, shaky grin. “I talk about my night of peril while you regale me with your years of stardom. What could be better than that?”
Patty crossed her arms and turned away. “A chance to talk with this ‘monster’ you’ve been fighting, for one thing,” she huffed. “I drove all this way to see what everyone’s been afraid of, and I’m not going until I do.” She opened one eye, then looked back at Mike. “Not that you don’t matter, of course,” she added sheepishly. “I just mean that, now that I know you’re as safe as you can be—“
Three light taps on the desk alerted both Mike and Patty. Mike put a hand to his face and walked a few steps away while Patty gawked at the source of the noise. A towering, rabbit-like monster of mucky faux-fur and gnarled reddish bits sat in a buckling office chair. Its glowing white eyes met hers, then glanced back at the current state of the chair. Though doing its best to remain intimidating, the nervous posture it took after getting out of that seat was definitely noticeable. Thankfully, it did little to change the fact that this was a marred and “zombified” version of a rabbit she once knew. A very dangerous one when cornered, most likely.
Needless to say, Patty’s heart was thumping. “So, you’re the one who’s been messing with Mike?” she asked, brushing back a strand of loose hair as she stepped forward.
The rabbit tilted its head one way, then the other. Then, its good ear raised along with its eyelids. It nodded rapidly, as if her voice had now fully interested him.
“And you’ve also got a reputation of wrecking cameras and causing havoc, correct?”
The rabbit drew himself up proudly. That was him, all right.
Patty’s face flushed. “W-Well, as much as I’d like to congratulate you for being a very nice addition to the scare factor of this place,” she stammered out, using the other side of the desk for support, “I’m afraid I can’t let you keep toying with this poor boy.”
A roll of the eyes from the rabbit. Oh, please. What could she possibly say to convince him? He was Springtrap! The immortal fusion of man, “rabbit”, and machine! Sure, it hurt to move anything other than his eyes most of the time, but what did that matter? He was free to haunt this place whenever he could! He could even reach over and smack the back of her head to prove himself, if he wanted to! Why, he could—
“..Which is why I’m going to take his place, if the manager will let me.”
Why, he could practically let his soul fly out of this robotic body just to simulate the absolutely overwhelming sensation she just gave him.
Fortunately for him, Mike took the words right out of his mouth. “I’m sorry!?” he exclaimed, thrusting his hands from his head to the ground. “Did you seriously just volunteer to work my shift!?”
Patty shot a stern glare at Mike. “I said exactly what I meant,” she replied solemnly. “Let me put it this way: you get to recover from all the madcap things this rabbit’s done to you, I finally get to experience what it’s like to be in a proper horror movie, and Mr. Bonnie here will get to have a new playmate.”
“His name’s ‘Springtrap’, but that’s besides the point,” Mike grumbled, fighting the urge to ram his head into the nearby wall. “Patty, you have no idea who you’re up against. He can climb through vents that go straight to this office, he can outsmart any trick you try with that audio system, or he could even skip all that and try some new tactic I’m not even aware of!”
“Mr. Schmidt, are you warning me or convincing me even more?” Patty asked in a straightforward tone. “Because it honestly sounds like you’re doing the latter.”
Springtrap, meanwhile, had given up looking intimidating and settled for burying his head in his hands. She did not just imply that she wanted to be plagued by his stupid antics for six hours straight. All while sitting in a chair due to some dumb protocol and repairing the faulty systems, no less. There was no way a woman of her age (along with her gracefully-aged figure and beauty, which he definitely wasn’t afraid of tarnishing) could withstand that for a five nights, let alone full week. It would be downright disgraceful for everyone involved.
However, as his throat dared not let him articulate any of these thoughts, Springtrap just lowered his hands and firmly shook his head.
Patty sighed and lowered her head. “Is there any way I can prove to you that I’m capable?” she asked the rabbit dismally. “Because I’m not going to accept your terms until I know that I’m not cut out for this.”
Springtrap slumped. His ears drooped. Well, she did come this far. And she has stayed in this room for more than a few minutes now. His eyes scanned the room for anything that could be of good use. Out of habit, he scratched the back of his padded head. His eyelids raised. Wait a minute. Of.. course...?
Timidly, he waved his hand in front of Patty’s face. Then, when he had got her attention, he pointed to the side of his head.
“Do you want me to lift that mask up for you?” Patty asked, more curious than anything.
Springtrap nodded hesitantly. This was either going to end with her dying of fright or him actually running away in fear for once. He could feel it. However, as this was the only way to prove her courage, he tried to brush away his fear as he leaned towards her.
Patty returned his anxious movements with a gentle smile. “I’m sure what’s underneath is nothing as bad as some of the effects in that one The Immortal and The Restless special,” she joked as she lightly undid the clasps around the seam of his jaw. “Honestly, what were they—?”
Stunned silence cut her question off. Instead of a metal plate with glass eyes and uneven teeth that was typically under the robot heads, her eyes were met with a more appalling sight. A muddy reddish skull (or was it a death’s head?) with two pale eyes shared the same gaping expression of terror. The eyes darted from her to the surrounding area, as if trying to distract itself from the sheer vulnerability it just put itself in. The hollow yet frantic breathing confirmed this idea, causing Patty to flick the mask back into place. Wordlessly, she redid the clasps and retreated a step.
Springtrap also backed away from the desk. His mind reeled as he turned away from her. How... How was she not dead? Better yet, how was she not running out the door while screaming for dear life? Yes, she clearly had a thrill for anything horrific like vampires or the more traditional ghosts. But he was nothing like that. He was much, much worse.
And yet, there she was. Tiptoeing towards him as if she was the one who scared him and not the other way around. “I should probably leave you here to recover,” he could hear her say gently. “Sorry about being so intrusive, by the by. I had no idea–“
Springtrap put a finger to her lips, then tilted his head towards Mike. Never mind the apologies. It was all his fault anyway.
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