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kuro93 · 7 months
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Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch ~ Rakuten Collection Stickers Transparent ~ Official Arts ♥
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xskyll · 1 month
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Broke: The villains won.
Woke: Two lesbian angler fish overthrew God and dismantled seven monarchies.
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chaotictoon · 11 months
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Monster Girl Alphabet : S
S is for Sirens
Sirens are Greek mythology creature that looks like a beautiful woman who lured sailors to destruction by the sweetness of her song.
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chemicaloatlatte · 9 months
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Here's my Black Beauty Sisters fanart ! ♡ thinking of making this a print, im not sure
please do not use my art !!
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hothotmiso · 1 year
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cartoonsforlife · 1 year
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❤🎤IT’S SHOWTIME!🎤💙
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sheshemoney · 10 months
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glittery-animations · 2 years
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palesoftangel · 3 months
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What's your favorite Palestinian dish? I've been wanting to try to make one
aaah no where do i start i have sooo many! umm i like Jazar Ahmer (rice stuffed purple carrots) it's sour soup with the sweet carrot taste ugghs the perfect combo 🤌🏻 but it's really hard to make my mom takes hours to core the carrots and it stains her hands for days (it also stains your pee)
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AND MAKHSHI KOUSA!! it's meat stuffed zucchini in tahini/yoghurt sauce with rice on the side (i like it with tahini waayy better btw)
AND Shish Barak!!!!! same thing meat stuffed dumplings in yoghurt sauce but without rice
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look bless your eyes
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xskyll · 2 months
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Mermaid Melody: Here are two characters who you, personally, will think have the best designs of the show. They're very cool. One of them wears a studded choker and studded armlets. They both have those cool fish fin things on the sides of their heads.
Me: I accept this gift. Thank you.
Mermaid Melody: They are canonically lesbians and are in a loving, committed relationship.
Me: Even better.
Mermaid Melody: One has a red color scheme and the other blue...except the red one has blue eyes and the blue one has red eyes.
Me: Omg, I love that.
Mermaid Melody: They have the healthiest relationship of all the couples in the show. One of them does something that means almost certain death for the two of them and, instead of getting mad, the other one expresses soft concern but otherwise explicitly trusts that the other had a good reason for what she did.
Me: Wow, trust like that is rare to see in any show. You know, you're listing so many perfect things about them, I can't help but feel like there's a "but" coming up, lol.
Mermaid Melody: =)
Me:
Mermaid Melody: =) =)
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jukti-torko-golpo · 6 months
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শুভ বিজয়া!!!
A kinda rushed piece
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hothotmiso · 2 years
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quillsareswords · 2 years
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Ok but now we need Damian in a ghostface mask content 😩
DAMIAN WAYNE X READER
WARNINGS: suggestive, language
MASTER LIST in BIO
It's one of your favorite movies. You've rewatched the first one three times this month. At least three, anyway. There's a decent chance you've had it running in the background when he wasn't around.
That's to say: he recognizes the mask as soon as he sees it. Hanging there on a peg wall, among dozens of others in various colors with extra features, he picks it out immediately. Shiny white plastic, cheap black fabric.
"Don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!"
How many times have you sang along to that line? How many times have you thrown it into everyday life to get a laugh out of him?
Mari is cheering further up the isle, apparently having found a mask she likes. Todd is laughing, so he'd better go investigate. God help him if it's something Jason is laughing at.
He grabs the first one in the row and tucks it under his arm.
(Of course Mari Grayson would pick out the most ghoulish latex gargoyle mask she could find.)
You get to his place later than usual due some accident on the subway track you didn't pay much attention to. You zoned out after you heard non-fatal. Your shoes get pried off and left by the door, you jacket abandoned over the back of the couch with your backpack.
"Damian?" you call, raking a hand through your hair on the way to the kitchen. "Are you home yet?"
No response. You lug the refrigerator door open. "Guess not." Let's see...grapes, guacamole, apples, caramel dip, tofu stir fry from last night...
You grab the guacamole dish. Where does he keep the chips, again? Same cabinet as the bread, right?
You close the refrigerator door, and there's a black shadow inches from your face. "Surprise, Sidney."
A scream rips out of your throat as you stumble sideways, hurling the plastic Tupperware with everything you've got.
In one motion, Damian yanks the mask off and narrowly ducks out of the way. The shit-eating grin whitening his teeth melts a little when he turns at the horrific sound behind him.
His poor guacamole, splattered against the wall like a gory scene straight out of a horror movie, and the plastic container rolling pathetically on the floor, cracked in three places.
He turns back toward you, leaning all your weight against the counter with your face in your hands. "I think you almost killed me with a bowl of guacamole."
The fingers on your left hand inch apart to reveal your glare. "You're such a dick."
He's grinning again. "I thought you liked Ghostface."
You drop your hands and cross your arms to scowl at him. "I do like Ghostface. I live Ghostface. If Ghostface asked me to marry him, I'd leave you in a heartbeat."
He chuckles, deep in his chest, and moves forward. "Oh, come on. I'm sorry, Beloved. I couldn't resist." He opens his arms before he's reached you, just in case you really are angry with him and decide to stop him.
You don't. You let him step into your space, rubbing his warm palms up and down your arms, mask abandoned on the counter behind you. "Well maybe I just won't be able to resist dying all your fancy white shirts bright pink." You glance down at the one he's wearing now for emphasis, but it's not a nice white one. It's the black t-shirt he yanked on this morning to wear under that nice new jacket. The one that hugs his torso about as tightly as you do when he leaves for patrol.
His grin fades into a much kinder smile. "Orange. I'll wear them for Halloween."
Your glare is wavering the longer he looks at you. You hum noncommittally. "I'm trying to say that you've got a lot of grovelling to do, Mr. Ghostface."
He leans a little closer. "Oh? What kind of grovelling do you have in mind, Dearest?"
You hum again, drawn out and low to stall while your hand reaches awkwardly backwards. Your fingers brush cheap fabric. "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking Morticia and Gomez Addams kind of grovelling," you pause, lifting the mask between you to hold it in front of his face, "but you put this back on first."
Kind smile becomes devious as you lower it again to gauge his reaction. His eyes spark as green as fresh moss, cradling the growing black of his pupils like gemstones. "Well, if that's what it takes to earn forgiveness..." He takes the mask from you gently and slides it on. "Whatever you wish, Cara Mia."
The door bell chimes.
Crisp and loud.
Ignore it, is on the tip of your tongue, but it dies when you hear your phone buzz with what is undoubtedly an I'm here text message. You sigh. You'd completely forgotten about offering to loan your friend some clothes for her Halloween costume.
He goes still in front of you, one hand once again pressing into your bicep, the other planted on the counter beside you. Immediately, he's debating whether or not to leave whoever it is standing in the hall and make up some excuse later. But then...
"I'm going to answer the door like this."
You look again to his tight shirt, black jeans, mask. Doesn't matter who is at the door, this image of Damian is all yours. "No the fuck you aren't."
There's immediate jealousy in your tone, a knee-jerk reaction. It must be somebody you know.
Even better.
"Yes, the fuck I am."
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sheshemoney · 1 year
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who do you run to when you feel the silence of those lonely nights?
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tarjapearce · 9 months
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Lips anon! Mmm Miguel just being absolutely weak for kisses. He shivers when you peck his neck, but he turns to putty when you leave butterfly kisses up to his chin and capture his lips. His insides are lava, and he's about to erupt. Caressing his face, he's quivering in your hold. Drunk off touch and shy from lack of experience with love. Invade his mouth with your tongue he'll take you like a mad man 😈
Just imagine this:
The first few kisses felt like soft caress on his touch-deprived skin. You being ontop of him didn't help at his attempt to focus. Your lips made goosebumps to raise on his skin, his body hair standing at the sensations.
Plush lips pecked up and down his neck, the faint smell of his musk scent invading your nostrils. Your hips straddled him, trapping him against the chair and yourself.
His eyes were closed, but his throat erupted with little sounds that only made you giggle. Not in mockery, but in delight. knowing you were teaching him something such as kissing, made you both flutter in joy and your skin to buzz with a simmering desire to a more advanced instruction.
Your mouth kissed his chin as your hands cupped and caressed his face ever so gently. Almost reassuring. He had tried to kiss you back only to fumble his lips on your face. Shy and clumsy kisses pecking you in return.
"It's okay. I'll teach you." your soft voice and the heat of your body only made his pupils to be blown away as you finally kissed him.
Of course he had kissed before, just wasn't that interested in learning in depth something so trivial as kissing. A regret that surfaced whenever he stared at your lips.
He groaned in surprise as your tongue slowly slid in his mouth, savoring him, taking it's time in exploring his warmth. Your hands cupped him again to deepen the kiss, your tongue rubbing slowly against his, egging him to try.
One of his hands rested on your left glute, squeezing softly as the other one was on your nape, pulling you down to him. He let you guide him, memorizing the movements your lips and tongue did. You knew it was like playing with fire, since you were only feeding him enough spark for him to start the fire on his own.
Soon you found out he was a quick learner, since his tongue was now swirling around yours, fighting for control. He was a sore loser, if it came to admit that you were good. The thought of you kissing someone else like this made him growl lowly. A new motivation to keep on learning. None shall leave you breathless like he would
You whimpered as he pulled you closer, your hands roaming now his hair, it earned you a low rumble in his chest. His hand once more on your hip, pushing you against his engorging groin. You gasped and he seized the moment to give his tongue a last swirl on yours to then suckle it softly.
He'd definitely would.
Your breathless and shaky moans only made him nip at you bottom lip before kissing you almost desperately. Your hips grinding ontop of him, the friction only clouding his rational thinking. You both broke the kiss, panting and fanning breaths on each other's mouths.
His eyes bore into yours before cupping your face in one of his large hands and stared at your flushed lips.
"Suit off" A command given to thin air, but your suit obeyed and dissipated before him, revealing your nakedness to him. Surely a sight from his starved body.
He pulled you down for a last kiss and breathed out.
"My office. Now." An order. And of course, who were you to disobey?.
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h0bg0blin-meat · 3 months
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I told @prettykittytanjiro about my Shesh x Quetzalcoatl ship and they spit out their juice (not really but cranberry juice on a garment would've been fun).
This was the exact reaction of Vishnu and Tezcatlipoca btw.
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