Pretty Much A Raccoon And Magpie

He/they/it, neurodivergent, mentally ill, and a little unstable. Also LGBTQIA+, violent but friendly and chaotic neutral! 19 Some fandoms im in: SPN, CoD, MK1, GO, Nimona, Merlin, Marvel, HTTYD, DnD, cute or funny animals and others

[cod-dump]

Ghost: five of us in that tiny car?

Soap, smirking: Don’t worry, Si, I'll save you a seat

Ghost, seriously: is it your face?

Soap: *immediately turns red*

Gaz: *snorts*

Ghost: Huh, guess not. I call shotgun *walks off*

Gaz: *dying*

Soap: Put me on the roof, I need air

[writing-prompt-s]

Tired of the supervillain life, you engage in a final battle with your arch-nemesis and manage to fake your death. After living in solitude for several years, your nemesis reappears on your doorstep with one question: “Why?”

[icarus-a-multi-fandomer]

Literally the plot to Megamind but the hero faked his death instead

[crashingcryptid]

Flemish giant hybrid König and lion hybrid Horangi. This is for my docs from almost 2 something years ago 🥴 hope you enjoy

"What hybrid are you, then? I never see a tail, I don't see wings… So what are ya?" Horangi asked for the fifth time today, his tufted tail twitching around curiously. König wasn't… annoyed. That wasn't the right word. He was just a little confused as to why Horangi cared so much.

He also didn't want to repeat how everyone typically laughs when they find out what hybrid type he is.

"It's classi-"

"König! We're teammates! You can't classify your hybrid type! I won't tell anyone, I swear! You can't be any more dangerous than me!" Horangi says, throwing his hands up a little. König cringes under his mask. He can feel his ears wiggling under the fabric, and he winces a little. They're very sensitive to sound, and sometimes, it's overstimulating to have his mask over them.

Of course, he thought he was dangerous. Everyone always thought he was dangerous or some strong, aggressive predator hybrid. But he wasn't. Sure, he was strong. He was a damn good soldier for war, and there was no doubt about his abilities, but he felt a shame around his hybrid type.

6"10 Austrian killing machine, the man who terrified recruits with just a look, was a Flemish rabbit hybrid.

It made sense, considering he was huge. Most rabbit hybrids stayed well under or at 5'0, but of course, his family was a special breed. König turns to look at Horangi more closely and sighs.

"I'm not dangerous." Königs voice came out a little smaller and weaker than he'd expected. "I wish everyone stopped thinking that because of my size." He says honestly as he slowly removes his t shirt mask. He left on his surgical mask on but frees his long, floppy gray ears. He carefully moves his vest up slightly and frees his nub tail, which wiggles happily. It felt good to not pinned it so tightly to his back.

Horangis eyes widened slightly, his own ears twitching curiously. The lion hybrid was surprised, but a wide smile curled on his lips. "It suits you, I think. Though I'd never have guessed it." He says honestly, slowly extending out a hand. König smiles a little, his ears twitching happily at Horangi's kind words.

"Thank you.. German, Austin, and Flemish, the hybrid trait from a few generations ago." He says, feeling his cheeks heat up as the shorter man reaches his ears and gently strokes them.

"Wait, is this okay?" Horangi pauses, eyes shining slightly. König took a deep breath and smiled a bit more. It was reassuring that someone asked permission, and he lowered his head a little for him.

"Gentle please." He says softly, Horangis hand tenderly taking one of his ears. He gently rubs the incredibly soft gray fur between his fingers making sure he's very gentle. He didn't want to mess up this big thing for König and him.

König shivers slightly, eyes widening a little as he feels Horangi touching his ear, breath shuddering a little when he raised the second hand. Feeling him touch both, it sent heat through Königs body. No one had ever touched his ears except family and God. It felt good as Horangi stroked up and down slowly, rubbing the inside of his ears carefully.

"You okay, man?" Horangi asks, a teasing tone in his voice as he moves up closer to the base of his ears. "I'm not hurting you?" He asks softly, always one to check. Königs tail was wagging eagerly against his lower back, eyes widening when he tried to pull his hands away.

"No! No, you're not hurting me." König grabs hold of Horangi's forearms tight to keep his hands where they are. "Please keep going." König whispers in need, eyes flickering to Horangi's face.

The lion grins even wider at him, his tail thrashing side to side with excitement as he pulls König closer. He was incredibly gentle with it, pulling König to bend over slightly so he could kiss him.

"I'm going to take you to your room and fuck you, okay? All these little noises you're making... Do you know how sinful you sound?" Horangi growls, unable to keep himself from nipping his ear before soothing it with a small lick. König groans at the sensation, thumping his foot down hard. "Yeah, bunny?"

"Hurry up and fuck me or I'll ride you right here." König growls, yanking his mask down and pulling Horangi close, claiming the shorter man's mouth. Horangi nips his bottom lip, nuzzling his nose against Königs.

There's a reason they say bunnies fuck aggressively and often. Once Horangi was done, König knew he would be riding him furiously until he decided he was done. Now that Horangi knew his hybrid type, he would finally be able to get himself filled properly during his heats. Maybe he should've told him sooner.

[cod-dump]

König: I once had a sniper trained on Sergeant MacTavish

Horangi: And he's still alive. Why didn't you shoot him?

König: He looked at me

Horangi: ... he looked at you?

König: I was over three hundred meters away and he MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME THROUGH THE SCOPE

Horangi:

Horangi: You're right, he is scarier than Ghost

[b-00-biez]

I feel like pyramid head would have a super high s*x drive after the first time of doing the deed with his s/o.

Like he goes from being sweet with his s/o to then absolutely destroying them. As he should

Imagine Pyramid head helping you get supplies for food and water while also protecting you from the vile creature of silent Hill. At night though he has your legs hooked up on his wide shoulders as you spread your legs open for him. He has you all stretched and lubed up for his massive and heavy cock. You could feel every vein and his tip probing at your entrance, the foreplay still not enough to prepare you for how absolutely abusive he was to your poor hole. You can only think of the sound of his occasional grunts and the squeak of the makeshift mattress underneath you supporting both your weights. It was a long night of you babbling and moaning like the slut that you are and it was music to him, maybe he will keep you awhile longer as his cocksleeve

[icarus-a-multi-fandomer]

Damn-

[the-nameless-human200]

I couldn’t reboot it for some reason

[honey002]

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

[b-00-biez]

I feel like pyramid head would have a super high s*x drive after the first time of doing the deed with his s/o.

Like he goes from being sweet with his s/o to then absolutely destroying them. As he should

Imagine Pyramid head helping you get supplies for food and water while also protecting you from the vile creature of silent Hill. At night though he has your legs hooked up on his wide shoulders as you spread your legs open for him. He has you all stretched and lubed up for his massive and heavy cock. You could feel every vein and his tip probing at your entrance, the foreplay still not enough to prepare you for how absolutely abusive he was to your poor hole. You can only think of the sound of his occasional grunts and the squeak of the makeshift mattress underneath you supporting both your weights. It was a long night of you babbling and moaning like the slut that you are and it was music to him, maybe he will keep you awhile longer as his cocksleeve

[icarus-a-multi-fandomer]

Damn-

[bluegiragi]

ahoy captain.

early access + nsfw on patreon

This is fanart of Chapter 7 from Mildlimerence's fic Acceptable Loss which is one of my favourite takes on brainwashed!johnny so far! Chapter 7 has Ghost unmasking him after months of thinking he was dead, and Johnny's hair's grown out a lot in the meantime which is why he's got a full beard and mop of hair instead of his usual mohawk.

[gold0kapi]

[icarus-a-multi-fandomer]

Season 8 911 spoilers potentially

ME AND MY MOM JUST WATCHED THE 911 EP WHERE TOMMY AND BUCK BROKE UP AND IT WENT TO EDDIE'S SCENE, I SAID "I hope someone walks in or something.." SHE REPLIED WITH "I bet it's gonna be Buck, and he's gonna be all sad, then they're gonna kiss." SO FUCKING CASUALLY AND IM LIKE SCREAMING INTERNALLY - YOU SHIP IT TOO!?!? YAAASSS

[cod-dump]

Ghost, bluntly: This is detrimental to my brand

Soap, cuddling into his side: Mmm don't care

Gaz, pressed into his other side: Your mistake for sitting down and being warm

Ghost: You two will have words with my lawyer

Price, shoving a gaudy Christmas hat onto his head as he walks by: Lawyer says deal with it

Ghost: UGH

[artemisia-nova]

happy michael day to all who celebrate!

[icarus-a-multi-fandomer]

Timothée Chalamet

[movemequotes]

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

[lynati]

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[bogleech]

I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

[stellabat]

Fuck man

[drogonea]

My mom likes to refrence a story she read

About a guy who escaped North Korea

He said living there was like living in a pot

And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot

But once he was out

And the pot was gone

He was still in the shape of the pot

And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape

I think its the same with alot of things

Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies

You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.

[writing-prompt-s]

Nyx, being one of the most obscure goddesses, is always overjoyed when she gets followers, protecting them like family. And she just found out that Zeus touched one of them.

[oshikiri-toru]

Thinking about streamer/YouTuber/etc Soap and boyfriend Ghost who is always in the background, but not in the way you think.

Ghost thinks it's funny as fuck to stand in the closet, door just slightly cracked, and stare at the camera while Soap is doing something. When Soap leaves to go to the bathroom, Ghost is standing ominously in the corner only to disappear once Soap stands in front of the camera to sit down. Soap vlogging/going live, walking around the city or something, and keeps turning the camera to see Ghost sitting at a table staring or hiding in an alley. He's always just in frame, always staring with his balaclava on, but never speaks, maybe even refuses to blink.

Soap's fans are terrified. It doesn't happen every stream/video, but just enough to gain attention. People are constantly asking about it; they type all concerned in the chat, only for Soap to insist he doesn't see anything. He'll check the place everyone told him to go just for Ghost to have disappeared. It gets so big that people are watching him just to find Ghost like a fucked up game of Where's Waldo. Some people take it more seriously, asking him to move because he has a stalker or telling him to bring in an exorcist.

Of course, Soap always tells them they're idiots and continues as normal. Behind the scenes, he's laughing his ass off because everyone thinks his boyfriend is actually a ghost haunting him. Ghost loves it because he likes feeling like a cryptid for Soap's online fans and gets to establish himself in Soap's life without needing to really make himself known.

One day a photo gets leaked (maybe by them, maybe not) of Ghost being normal with Soap, the two of them smiling with their arms around each other, maybe even a wedding photo, and people go nuts. Soap just refused to acknowledge his weird ass boyfriend in the back of his videos for years, like the chaotic asshole he is.

[cod-dump]

Ghost is losing on purpose to break the Scot. And I’m back with more ideas for skimpy outfits

The tiddies look phenomenal

Crop Top

Ghost loses another bet but this time with KorTac

___

Ghost was working with KorTac when he made a bet, so no one from 141 was there to stop him. KorTac had no idea what they were getting themselves into when they told Ghost what he had to wear for a whole day. Connor was the first to see Ghost after he lost the bet. He was eating a sandwich and immediately choked on it when he saw what Ghost was wearing.

Ghost stood confidently in the sleeveless crop top, tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. He noticed Connor choking and walked over, seemingly clueless to what was ailing him.

“What’s wrong?”

No one understood the text Connor sent out.

“Ghost is wearing a tiny shirt.”

Oni and Fender were minding their own business when Ghost walked by. Fender’s jaw dropped while Oni just took out his phone to snap a picture because he felt like he was going to need proof of this. He sent the picture to the group chat which almost immediately exploded. Everyone in KorTac now seemed to be on the hunt to find Ghost and witness what he was wearing first hand.

Roze found him quickly and stopped him, “Ghost… that waist is criminal.”

Ghost juts his hip to the side in response, “You think so?”

Roze grins, “For a sweatshirt you cut yourself it looks killer. But I bet I could make it even better.”

_

141 felt dead at the moment. Soap didn’t have any energy to do anything other than lay around and watch TV. Apparently Gaz and Price shared the same idea and joined him in the rec room and they served the channels to find a good show.

“If you play another episode of Dragon’s Den I will throw you off this couch.”

Soap let’s out a short laugh, knowing that Price was too comfortable to move. Gaz’s phone buzzed for the first time that day and he picked it up to see what it was. Gaz’s eyes widened but he remained silent, slowly sitting up. Soap notices this and stares at him.

“Something up?”

Gaz stutters, “No! No, definitely not! Nothing is up!”

Soap sits up, “Kyle… What are you hiding from me?”

Price looks at his phone as the three of them get a message, “Oh no…”

Soap goes to look at his phone but Gaz lunges across the couch and snatches it from him. He falls to the floor and scrambles to his feet before taking off. Soap jumps off the couch after him.

“KYLE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

They run through the base, Gaz barely dodging Soap with tight turns and sliding under his arms. But Gaz’s luck ran out and Soap managed to grab him.

“My. Phone.”

Gaz tries to hold his arm out to keep said phone away but it was no use. Soap grabs it and keeps Gaz pinned as he opens his messages. Soap feels his face burst into flames as he sees the photos sent to them from KorTac. The first message was from Roze.

“The boys are having a good time here.”

The photo that followed almost killed Soap.

Ghost leaning against a tank, his Lieutenant Riley sweatshirt cut into a crop top, showing off his waist and stomach. Soap could see his lightly colored treasure trail and almost fainted. The next photo was Ghost squished between König and Horangi, who were also wearing crop tops. Horangi was wearing a tiger crop top (of course) while König wore a lacey white crop top that was practically a second skin.

The new crop top that Ghost wore was fucking fish net over a what looked like a sports bra. Soap didn’t even realize when Gaz shoved him off of him, he was too hypnotized by what was on his phone. He could barely hear what Gaz was saying to Price when he walked up. All he could think was—

Where’s KorTac’s base again?