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rolkstone · 4 months

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since I have access to Netflix here, anyone got any movie/show recommendations? I'd love to discover a new fandom to get into, or even just find something fun to watch while I paint

#netflix #netflix suggestions

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superayman · 4 months

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Crazy Ass Moments in Rayman History Part 11

An official artist who worked on the Netflix show Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix released some art of Rayman and an original character from the series, Bullfrog, involved in a romantic relationship. The pairing between the two, “RayFrog”, has been officially acknowledged by the production crew.

#rayman #captain laserhawk #rayfrog #netflix #rayman history #televisray #tbh i dont ship them much #but good for them!#suggestive

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skipppppy · 5 months

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Happy holidays!! I briefly got distracted by mince pies after posting that faculty as good-guys art but I said I was gonna draw Shadowsan if he hadn't been the one to find Carmen and was a fully fledged villain so now I must deliver. This was so self indulgent. Enjoy

#carmen sandiego 2019 #shadowsan #cs netflix #suhara #someone suggested i do roundabout as well which god. i really want to

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kermitkrqb · 1 year

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Muse || Xavier Thorpe x reader

A/N: Do you guys prefer him with his hair up or down? I’m leaning more towards down but, he’s fine either way 😼

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, friends to lovers, make out, suggestive, idk things just escalated lmao, !!!!NO SPOILERS IN THIS FIC!!!!

You had been stuck in the same position for what felt like forever as you sat on the assigned wooden stool. Your arms felt tense and you could could feel yourself twitching. The long haired brunette in front of you chuckled, “Quit squirming. Just 5 more minutes, ok?” You whined, “You said that just before!” Xavier smirked, “This time I’m telling the truth. I’m almost done just hold that pose.” If it was anyone else you would have got up and walked away but, you had quite the soft spot for Xavier. You weren’t sure how you felt about it, or maybe you were just in denial. You first met Xavier Thorpe at the start of the year, sharing the class of botanical sciences with Ms Thornhill when the only available seat was next to him. It didn’t take long for him to befriend you, admiring your passion towards botany as well as art. You gazed at the long haired boy in front of you, watching as his brows furrowed with concentration, his slender fingers at work sketching you, and the sun shining on him just right. You could watch him all day. Xavier of course noticed your staring, secretly basking in your gaze. He noticed everything. His signature smirk found its way onto his face, “Done staring?”

Your mouth fell agape, cheeks flushed at the embarrassment of being caught, “Shut up.” The brunette only grinned wider in response. You cleared your throat collecting yourself, “Are you finally done?” Xavier simply nodded, beckoning you to come look at his sketch. He looked away, suddenly shy as you gasped in response to his artwork. It was stunning, his line work was precise capturing your entire essence, the shadows in his work adding depth to your face. It was perfect. You looked over at the suddenly shy boy, your hand cupping his narrow chin, gently guiding him to look at you. “Xavier Thorpe,” he loved it when you said his name, “you have truly out done yourself. This is perfect.” A soft smile graced his face, “Really?” You held eye contact with his green eyes, “Really.” His lanky arms snaked around your waist pulling you closer from where he sat, “It’s all thanks to my muse.” Your breath hitched from the close proximity, internally cursing yourself as you reminded yourself it was only a friendship. But you found yourself desperately craving more.

A playful grin breaks out on your lips, “Oh yeah? You better be grateful!” Thorpe smirks in return, “I can find better ways to show my gratitude.” The two of you dangerously dangled over the lines of friendship and romance, your heart beating sickeningly quick. Your voice dropped to a soft whisper as you cupped his face, “Then show me.” Xavier lets out a groan at your words, craving you just as desperately. Unbeknownst to you, Thorpe’s had his eyes on you the moment you walked into Thornhill’s class, kicking out Ajax from his seat as you scanned the room lost. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” The long haired brunette leaned in capturing your lips in a kiss you were more than happy to return. His arms pulling you flush against him as he guided you onto his lap straddling him. As you kissed, one of your hands travelled to his hair tugging gently as he whined into your mouth. You took a mental note of course.

You pulled away to catch your breath but, Xavier wasn’t quite done with you yet. His lips trailed down from yours, moving to your jaw and onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder sucking harsh enough to leave a mark as you groaned beneath him before soothing it with a kiss. You were gasping against him as he marked your neck over and over before he met your lips again. There was no fight for dominance as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, that boy would honestly let you do anything to him. You ran your hands through his hair once more as he groaned until the two of you finally pulled away. You gave him one more peck, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Xavier raises his eyebrows smirking slightly, “Oh yeah? You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that!” You grin, “Winner gets a kiss.” He pulls you closer staring at your lips, “Can’t argue with that.”

#wednesday fanfic #wednesday #Xavier thorpe #Xavier thorpe x reader #fluff #wednesday netflix #suggestive #fanfiction #kermitkrqb

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phopollo · 4 months

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Oh since prompts are open might I suggest some sweet sweet sketchbook coffee shop au?

THIS WAS SO FUN TO THINK ABOUT BUT IT FELT IMPOSIBBLE TO SHOW EVERYTHING I'D JUST THOUGHT OF

But can we all agree that Kaisa is the cute barista Johanna keeps drawing?

You just know Hilda asks to look through Johanna's sketchbook at some time and she's just like "Wow mum, you sure draw Kaisa a lot" "........... who??" "Kaisa! The coffee shop lady with the purple hair and apron?" ".............." "..... have you been drawing her this entire time without even knowing her name??"

#the colors are a little wonky im so sorry #but this was such a fun prompt hello #tysm for suggesting it #hilda #hilda netflix #hilda series #hilda the series #sketchbook hilda #hilda sketchbook #kaisanna #kaisa hilda #hilda kaisa #kaisa the librarian #hilda librarian #johanna hilda #hilda johanna

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listening-to-thunder · 25 days

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Q: Ryo’s “Mokkori” dance in the film was an incredibly funny scene. How did that come about and how did you practice that?

Ryohei Suzuki: In the script, it only said he dances in the cabaret, and the line was mokkori-sho, and that was it. So, we didn’t know what kind of dance he does or what kind of tricks he does.

But I had a sense that I knew what kind of dance Ryo would do if he was in the modern day. He is 100% going to imitate some Japanese comedians who, you know, comedians with naked dances. And I got inspiration from four great Japanese comedians.

So, I told the director that I was going to choreograph for the dance, and I rented a studio. And I went there with an actor friend, and we choreographed together. We shot the scene, edited the video, made that mokkori dance scene, and showed it to the director, and the director liked it. So, that was the dance [in the film]. [Source]

#this absolut fanboy gift CHOREOGRAPHED HIS OWN MOKKORI DANCE #he RENTED A STUDIO #he filmed it all and showed it to the director and it made it into the film AND THE TRAILER #because it is so good #i will never be over this #i love how the crowd goes wild and how much fun everyone is having!! so wholesome and fun and perfect for 2024 #mokkori dance #ryo saeba #ryohei suzuki #city hunter netflix #my gifs #naye gifs #cw: suggestive

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we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono · 5 months

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I found this challenge on Twitter and I thought I should share it.

"Draw your comfort characters like this"

they're my comfort characters and i will make them besties!! <3 i do like a good crossover so thank you for the suggestion!

disclaimer: I take no credit for the background, it is a free template made by OP on twitter

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lullaebies · 3 months

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For Aegon III/Jaehaera's requests: Aegon being nervous because Haera is having their first child and heir after a decade.

He can hear her screams of pain from behind the doors of their shared chambers.

He starts to pray the gods, despite Baela and Viserys' tentative reassurances then Haera calls for him and Aegon's feets lead him in front of the doors; the guards try to stop him and he orders them to not touch him.

They woke the dragon and the dragon will be protective of his mate and hatchlings.

When he enters, he is quick to be by Jaehaera's side

"My king you shouldn't-"

"I can and I will"

They had their baby boy🥺 and you bet that Aegon cries for the first time out of happiness, then Haera is there like: "Give him to me! he's mine!"

And doesn't allow anyone to touch their baby and you vet Aegon will wash his baby boy, much to the horror and amusement of the masters, midwives and Aegon's siblings

Aegon paces around the hallway in an attempt to calm down. He has been banned from his bedchambers for the better of half an hour now. The Grand Maester and his accompanying midwives have tended his wife as she gave birth to her firstborn; their firstborn.

He is not a religious man, by any means of the word, but he prays under his breath. The gods had long forsaken him, laughing as they planted him on a throne of swords that had cost him nearby everything. But his wife had a woman of more faith, despite all she had been through herself. If the Seven are true to them, they would protect her.

Aegon hopes so, begs so, his stomach turning up and down. The toll of the birthing is clearly heard beyond the doors that separate them. Jaehaera is eight and ten, and they both grew plenty since their wedding, but she has remained a smaller woman to this day. Her pregnant belly had been big for her frame, he can’t help the dark thoughts his mind leads him to.

“You are going to have to breathe, dear brother,” Viserys tells him. “Births do not ever sound pleasant. This is a fact of life.”

Yet they never sounded so difficult for Larra, either, he wants to say, but he only frowns. If it wasn’t for the fact Lady Larra Rogare had left court a year prior, he may have said it aloud. Little Aegon, Aemon, and Naerys were left alone with only their father. The pit in Aegon’s stomach grows exponentially. This is a possibility, for Aegon too, and he had never trusted his odds.

Baela takes him by the shoulder. If it wasn’t his sister, he may very well flung that hand away. “You are going to look more dreadful than your wife when she gets out of that room,” she says straight to his face. “Calm down. I have done as much twice. Rhaena had done so six times. Your little wife will manage, she’s resilient, for all it’s worth.”

She’s neither you nor Rhaena. Resilient Jaehaera had been, but it hasn’t been without struggles. Aegon doubts she had ever said as much to anyone else but him, but this court had been a lonely place for her besides for him. She’s been changing it, step by step, and now labouring to change it definitively, but how alone must she feel in that room?

Another pained wail comes from within the room. I can’t take it anymore.

“I am entering,” he finally says, escaping his sister’s grip. There are protests from all sides when he steps away from his siblings and to his Kingsguards. The bumbling fools in their white capes move to not allow him to enter, citing the instructions of the Maester, but he glares them down. He’s a full head taller than both, with a crown on his head. He has abandoned the days the Keep could rule him when he fired Lord Torrhen Manderly. “You serve the maester or the King, now? Move aside, or else.”

The doors to the room open for him while Jaehaera is pushing, forehead wrinkled and sweatied as she does. All her attendants turn to him, but he ignores them and their words entirely. Aegon only needs a few long steps to reach his wife, sitting beside her on their very bed.

Jaehaera lifts her eyes to him, panting as he wipes her forehead and moves silver strands from her red-hued face. Grand Maester Munkun swallows as he moves to him. “Your Grace, you shouldn’t like to stay. Births are stressful occasions—”

Aegon does not listen to a thing the man says. “Aegon,” Jaehaera pants, fingers coming to clutch his sleeve. He gives her his full palm to squeeze.

“—To both parents…” The Grand Maester slowly falters in his words.

“As I’ve noted,” Aegon answers, cutthroat. “I can stay and I will. Now mind your Queen before I find someone who does.”

The old man gulps in response, and scurries to his seat at the edge of the bed nodding. Aegon fixes the pillows under his wife’s head. The calls to push are difficult on his wife for a while, and he feels her using all her strength, the squeeze on his hand a testament to all her efforts.

Their child’s cradle is ready, standing by the window and illuminated by the sun. So many blankets woven for a child not yet born are laid within. Jaehaera had been waiting on the babe for so long, talking to her belly at times even, hoping the little one would hear.

In comparison, Aegon had been almost afraid. He had worried and angered and anxiously dealt with the idea of a child coming under his wing. Broken wings, by most accounts. He has never known how his siblings had been able to heal the way they were, raising their own family in swift pursuit. Jaehaera’s losses, his losses, had made them become ghosts in the shells of their bodies for the longest while.

But he had grown into this shell, just as he had grown into his crown, and now it is their turn to rebuild.

Jaehaera lets out a sharp yelp of pain, and Grand Maester Munkun lifts his head. “The babe is crowning,” he looks to the midwives. “Prepare the bath!”

Aegon squeezes his wife’s hand harder. Jaehaera’s eyes are bleary from tears of effort, but he feels he is the one who is in whirls of uncontrollable emotions. Jaehaera inhales in determination, readjusts her position and groans loudly one last time.

A babe’s cries deafen all other voices in the room.

“It’s a boy,” Munkun announces to the room amidst cries of new life, and then looks at him. “A healthy prince, Your Grace. An heir for the Iron Throne.”

Grand Maester Munkun is holding their son. Aegon doesn’t know how long he has been waiting on letting his tears fall. It could be from the moment he has been told Jaehaera’s water broke, and it could be from moons prior, when he had been first told Jaehaera is with child. There is some spell cast on him when he sees his boy writhe for attention, tufts of silver hair sticking to his head. It’s my…

The umbilical cord is cut, Jaehaera, despite her pain and fatigue, rises into half-sitting in a bolt. “He’s mine,” she yells at the Grand Maester, paralysing all attendants in the room. Queen Jaehaera, as the court knows her, hardly ever raises her voice. “Give him to me!”

It’s their boy, first. Before he is an heir, before he is thrust into his royal position, it’s their son.

Aegon comes up from his place, and takes his son from Grand Maester Munkun before he could give him to any of the midwives. He is a big baby, eyeing Aegon with a stare of indigo. He has small, pouty lips, and squishy cheeks as red as all of his body is.

“Our son,” he says, placing the boy in her arms. Jaehaera holds him close to her chest, and finally, the stress on her face dissipates. Tears escape her eyes, but she smiles so widely. “He has your nose.”

“Hello. I am your mama,” she tells the newborn softly. The babe’s cries calm as they speak. Aegon brings a hand to caress his face. Does he recognize their voices? Aegon hasn’t spoken to him during the pregnancy as much as Jaehaera, but the nights he did, does the boy recall them? Aegon had been so afraid for his upcoming arrival, but now he has him and he can’t look away. “And this is your papa.”

It’s my family.

And he loves it, so dearly, he will never let it go.

“Congratulations, little brother, and good sister,” he hears Baela’s voice from behind him. Both her and Jaehaera look up to her. His sister is mindful of their space, but ogles the little boy with a grin. Viserys is further back, trying to catch a glimpse of the child too. “The midwives are afraid to ruin the moment, so I must. Our prince needs to have his first bath before the water grows cold.”

Jaehaera licks her lips, rather hesitant to give the boy away. They share their reservations with only their eyes. Aegon thinks for a moment and kisses his wife’s temple before looking at all the attendants in the room. “Bring the bath here. I’ll do it.”

There are many variations of his title that come about in exclamation. ‘Your Grace’, ‘Your Highness’, ‘Your Majesty’ and so on and so forth, all complaints and concerns and whatnot. None of it matters, not even a smidge, when Jaehaera smiles at him, and gives him their boy in full trust. He holds him, swearing his arms would be secure for the boy evermore.

Because I am your father, above all else.

#andddd jaehaegon requests cleared!#this was so sweet it reminded me of the queen charlotte scene in the netflix show #i didn't know what to name bby boy so I didn't drop suggestions in the tags if you'd like lmao #jaehaegon #jaehaera x aegon iii #aegon iii x jaehaera #jaehaera targaryen #aegon iii targaryen #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #my fanfics #my fics #reqs #answered #tremendouswolfsaladranch

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yellowraincoat · 1 year

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Forever laughing at the creeping shadow “there were 5 of them and only 4 beds” scenario, because the obvious solution was for Lucy and Holly to take the double bed (since let’s be honest, that’s more or less normalized for girls) and for the boys to roll the camp bed into the room with the twins and each have their own twin bed.

And instead we get one of the boys getting the double bed for themself and Kipps sleeping in a hall closet

Peak comedy

#and listen I’m aware the arrangement i suggest is very heteronormative which is maybe ironic bc I headcanon Holly and Kipps as gay #but the arrangement the book comes up with is equally heteronormative and twice as stupid #Lockwood and co #the creeping shadow #the creeping shadow spoilers #lockwood and co netflix spoilers #l&co netflix spoilers #lockwood and co spoilers #quill kipps #holly munro #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george cubbins #rai’s text posts

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months

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"a common theme among orphaned and/or socially isolated macaques is oral fixation - as they lack a mother, they subconciously seek out oral stimulation via thumb-sucking or chewing on twigs to simulate nursing. These repetitive behaviors follow them into adulthood, even when they've grown into healthy wild monkeys"

The truth is I got a little sad reading that, but then my mind went a little random and I imagined this:

Basically you can see Swk and Lem hugging each other lovingly, then the red-haired ape separates a little and looks into the other's eyes and say:

"Can I suck your chaest?"

"Wha-"

This applies to any Swk in the Wukongverse probably ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Referencing this post about orphan monkey behavior seen in SWKs.

Short answer: YUP.

Long answer: Ultimately it would be another form of intimacy shared between two mates. Pretty much all the LEMs are aware that their Wukong was essentially an orphan, and after some confusion (or an indignant slap from some) they would be ok with it. It also makes them adoringly-smug to see the powerful Monkey King resting against their chest like a cub - its an extreme show of trust.

Godspeed to the SWKs who ask their mate that question when they're currently nursing a baby (like Zhanshi or Liang).