Bowuigi

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Before Bowser started flirting with Luigi, he was encouraged by the green plumber to look for other love opportunities—some possibly closer than the Koopa King realized.

No comic this week, so here's some promo art instead

Guys... GUYS!!!

I have an idea for a Chaggie + Radioapple AU and the world building... Oh my GOD do I have an idea. It's gonna be SO crazy and I'm on break now so hgwdgvdhwevdjyvwedjbwjd Should I??? SHOULD I??? Oh God Oh God Oh God it's INSANE I don't know. It's so long but oh WOW it's hahaha I don't wanna spoil anyone, but I remember doing this for another fandom I made comics for back when I was just starting online. That was so long ago now. But to honor my past self (hehe), what do ya'll think the #HHStargazersAU's gonna be about?

I guess I should say that this also serves as an interest check in a way. But don't be mislead now and don't think too much about the tone of this drawing. Anyone who've seen my art would know I mostly do fluff and humor anyways. ^v^

(Mostly.)

-Bubbly💙

I really want to work for NASA but I do not have a background in science or engineering. Are there any career paths at NASA that I could still achieve?

the easiest way to get into a tboy's pants is to get him high. source? within like 30 minutes of me taking an edible I start drooling and humping my pillows like a desperate dog in heat

The Good Father

What's a sneakpeek?

Alt.

Woah, there are a lot of asks, my bad. I'll get to those soon enough next week once I finish uh, something.

See you 👋

Pink is truly Maddie's color. 🩷

She looks so good!

If only paramount can introduce two more ladies that can rock this color as well...👀

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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"I know what you are."

(Takes place in the Alive AU)

You're dancing with Mr.Darling, glaring right at him while he continues to wear that smug look, staring right back at you.

You know what he is and what his motives are, and he knows that you know but you're both in the spotlight right now, dancing slowly to the music, hips swinging to the beat and one hand at your hip. He's got quite a death grip like he's afraid that you might just disappear right in front of him. The two of you decide to keep up the friendly looks...for now.

The red and pink lights are shining brightly, momentarily blinding you. And in that second you're suddenly thrown back and bent over backwards, Wally just above you and his hand now moved to your mid-back. He has you in what looks like the perfect dip. He slowly leans down close to your face, not once blinking or moving from his pose. "Let's discuss this after dinner." He whispers, something he's never really done before. You're used to his monotone voice.

'You're in danger', your instincts keep screaming at you. Every time he stares at you with that look your body goes into a panic.

There is no way you're going to let this monster take you back "Home". Not without a fight.

Technically you can just call him Mr.Darling since that's his last name. I am starting to enjoy writing this charming fella as smug and vain. He makes for a good villain that knows what he wants. First part of the dance shorts I wanted to make, next one is going to be the long one. These two will be unrelated btw.

“The twist of Karai being Splinter’s daughter Miwa came out of no where!”

Um NO??

Karai being Miwa has literally been hinted at the moment she was introduced in the series.

Like come on, how convenient and ironic is it that Shredder just so happens to have a daughter who is the exact same age Splinter said Miwa would’ve been by now??

​all I want for Christmas is kento satoru suguru toji choso and sukuna to run a train on me

Thoughts on massage therapist hubby yeonjun who sees you’re tense and agitated after a long day and just has to offer his services. He starts out super helpful but your little moans here and there have him removing your clothes one by one under the guise of wanting to “help”. In the end he just ends up fucking you just how u like it to take the stress away :) -🧚‍♀️

oh i have to answer this rn ik i haven't been on here answering asks much but!!! i actually went to massage school and although i didn't finish this is just.... yum..

thinking abt him having a love for deep tissue work bc he loves to see you ball your fists and whine and get all out of breath,, loves the way you sigh in such a relieved way when the pain subsides and all that's left is your body feeling so much more refreshed than before. loves helping his baby feel better,, anyways 😁

he'd start off slow and helpful, trying to set up the massage table as quietly as he can in the middle of your living room, just in case you have a headache. he'd slide the coffee table over near the massage table and he'd set up some oils and some candles, your favorite ones to be exact. he'd worked at his studio this day so everything was left out since he hadn't put it back quite yet. he's naturally a flirt so it's normal for him to grab your arm, trailing his hand down to yours, interlocking your fingers as he brings you over to the massage table, relaxing music playing from the tv. he'd have already asked you to change into something tight as it's always recommended for ease during clothed massages. sometimes he'll straight up ask you to get on his table naked but his intentions are truly pure at first with this one. you always look so good in your sports bra and leggings.

he'd start by warming up your body, gently loosening you up. his hands would move skillfully amongst your body. he'd quietly remind you to breathe, even guiding your breaths with his own when he hears that you're still a little tense from your day. his hands easily locate your areas of tension, swiftly getting rid of them. he'd start off on your back, the whimpers that fall from you going straight to his cock. he can't help it!! the curve of your ass looks so good in his favorite leggings and your little whines don't help much either :(

when he has you flip over you can't help but take notice of his bulge in his sweats, but you don't initiate anything. his hands would continue over your body, adding more oil into his hands so he can slick his hands over your arms and chest, his fingertips slightly dipping into your bra. you'd moan on purpose when he does this, knowing he won't be able to resist for long. he'd have you pull the band of your leggings down below your belly button as well, hands dipping into your waistband once again. he's losing it a bit this time, his hand hesitating to go further into your pants. he'd mutter to you about how you should remove your pants so he can put oil on your legs and really help you feel relaxed and ofc you agree!! but with your pants gone it's not long before he's rubbing you over your panties, one hand squeezing your breasts. he loves when you're laid out for him, you're like his own little anatomy chart.

he'd play with your pussy, the oil on his hands providing some slick for him to easily glide all over you. he'd move down your legs, continuing to massage you more in between. i could soo see him standing at the head of the table, fucking into your throat while he plays with your clit 😵‍💫😵‍💫. but just fucking your throat won't do,, he'd wanna fuck you on the table, moving down to the floor later on, getting onto the couch after that even!! he'll go as much as you want, as long as he can relieve your stress 😵‍💫

When Kazuki mentioned getting a smaller place after Rei offered to give him the apartment, all I could think of was this ending frame from the ED.

The first thing I thought was how perhaps this final frame acted as foreshadowing all along.

If they choose to end the show more realistically, as they said, Kazuki and Rei wouldn’t have the same high income as before, leading them to get a smaller place. And if that is the case, it tells us the show's message. They may not be living large anymore, but they’re safe, they’re together, and what matters is they’re a family.

Dough-verload

-pokes head thru doorway after being gone for months-

I’m thinking about donut stuffings, as always, but not an ordinary donut stuffing. A hot, GREASY donut stuffing. I’m talkin’ Krispy Kreme, I’m talkin’ state fair stalls, I’m talkin’ melt in your mouth fried dough that sits in your stomach like concrete.

I want someone lounging in bed or on a soft, cushy sofa, a stack of fresh donut boxes either sitting next to them or on their lap/belly. When you’re that comfortable, a mindless show or movie on in the background, it’s sooo easy to shove donut after donut in your mouth, not caring how much melty icing gets on your hands and face. They melt into sugary, oily pools on their tongue, eventually clogging the back of their throat with all the sugar, so NATURALLY they have to get (or have someone else fetch) a glass of milk or an equally sugary drink to wash it down. The cycle continues, donuts disappearing almost faster than they can be grabbed, so soft and warm they practically slide down the character’s throat.

When you have fresh, heavenly donuts like that, you can NOT just leave them to get cold. The stack of boxes looked intimidating at first, but the doughy morsels go down so easily and so quickly, the stack doesn’t stand a chance. At one point, the character is piling the donuts up by twos, threes, even fours and smashing them into their mouth to get the greasy goodness into their stomach faster. Their belly, meanwhile, is in distress. The donuts are incredibly rich, the syrupy glaze irritating their stomach and instantly bringing bubbles and burps to the surface. When they’re shoveling donuts down that fast though, burps are having a hard time actually making it up their gullet. Through a mouth packed full of dough, the character lets slip a gurgling belch, followed by a sharp hiccup. It’s only then that they pause to grab their struggling gut with a sticky hand, cupping the distended side and feeling the roiling gurgles. They have another hand however, so the donuts keep coming. They’re still warm at this point, but now the glaze is starting to harden, giving the dough a crisp shell that crumbles when they take a bite, falling down their chin and onto their bloated stomach. The donuts are also starting to catch in the character’s throat…they’re running out of room, and steam.

Mouth so full there’s bits of dough poking past their lips, the character slumps and moans. They can barely breathe through both the pressure against their organs from their swollen stomach and from the sugar and oil caught in their esophagus, huffing pathetically through their nose. There’s one donut left in their hand, and it’s dangerously close to slipping from their sticky grasp and onto the floor. Their other hand is desperately clutching at their swollen stomach, rubbing at the sensitive underbelly as the crest of their stomach emits nonstop whines and rumbles. Grease and dough fills every nook and cranny of their stomach, threatening at any moment to crawl back up their throat. They’re hiccuping every few seconds now, which not only upsets their churning belly but also pushes sickeningly sweet sludge closer to their gaping, gasping mouth. Weak, breathy burps fill the gaps between the hiccups, doing nothing to free any room in their packed, swollen gut. They’ve rubbed the stretched skin so much that it’s coated in enough glaze to make their belly look like a massive donut hole.

When the sugar coma wears off, they’re in for a world of hurt. Cramps, cramps, cramps, deep inside their intestines as the greasy dough gets churned through their guts. Every time they burp, they’ll taste oil, probably for days after the fact. The visible layer of fat that’ll wind up on their sore belly might make it all worth it….

i just finished spoon feed and now i feel empty.

time to go look for more fic recs :)

Posted this a long time ago on twitter and nobody noticed a very funny joke I added in there rip