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Billy sometimes will yell at Stu for being too touchy and clingy

Billy also gets mad when Stu doesn’t hug him at least once a day

The duality of man

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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A MW fantasy au where Price, once a respected captain of the guard, has to go on the run after being framed for a heinous crime, and the only person who actually believes he's innocent without a doubt is Graves (the commander of an enemy kingdom, maybe has some magic that makes him especially feared). While Price is stuck with someone he hates, his once good friend and (secret) lover are forced to hunt them down, but Laswell and Nikolai (Nik being an advisor or something from an allied kingdom) are delaying things as much as possible to give Price the chance to prove himself innocent. Nikolai comes up with the genius idea of posting wanted posters that don't fully look like Price or Graves. Just off enough that people won't recognize them immediately but Price and Graves still know it's them.

Graves, having not seen his reflection in weeks, "Do I look like that? Do I honestly look like that? John-"

Graves being some sort of necromancer, a powerful one, and his Shadows are the risen dead. But he was bound with a magical cuff (he was going to be sent off to an instute) that stops all magic, forcing him to rely on physical skills (which definitely hinders him in the beginning). Price is forced to hide in the shadows, not sure of who he can trust, and out of desperation he decides to go to an institute for those who had been illegally/forcefully altered by magic to find help. He finds three men who are willing (for the sake of getting out of the institute and hopefully being accepted back into society).

The first man is bound to his anger, catching on fire and manipulating flames around him. The angrier he gets the hotter he burns. He was intiatially imprisoned in a normal jail until they found he melted the bars.

The second man didn't have physical alterations or anything like fire manipulation, but he had abilities akin to a siren's. Deadly charming voice, could tell someone to kill themselves in the slowest, most painful way and they would. He also could breathe underwater but his seduction abilities overshadowed that.

The third and final man had been there the longest out of three. 'Soulkiller' some called him. He could consume souls for strength, control blood like a hydromancer could water. Bend iron and crack stone with his bare hands. He was dangerous.

But they all were, and with their help along with Graves, Price could potentially clear his name.

Edit: Graves actually being the one who put the boys in the institute

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I would like to reiterate my point of don’t be this guy

@sentisnail go be a dick somewhere else, okay? Thanks :)

Literally no one cares about ur opinion anyway

Let people like what they like and write what they write

Hey guys. Just a quick PSA

Don’t be like this guy

If you don’t like something, scroll. It’s honestly not that hard. You don’t need to try and make the author feel bad by saying that what they’re writing is wrong or gross. Or that you “can’t respect them.” Be a normal person and either block them or scroll. You control what you consume a lot of the time, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to consume it. No one is forcing it down your throat or prying your eyes open and forcing you to read it out loud.

Okay, im done. Thanks for bearing with me. I’ll try and get some writing done soon but with school I’m like, dying 🙏🏻

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Hey guys. Just a quick PSA

Don’t be like this guy

If you don’t like something, scroll. It’s honestly not that hard. You don’t need to try and make the author feel bad by saying that what they’re writing is wrong or gross. Or that you “can’t respect them.” Be a normal person and either block them or scroll. You control what you consume a lot of the time, and if you don’t like it then you don’t have to consume it. No one is forcing it down your throat or prying your eyes open and forcing you to read it out loud.

Okay, im done. Thanks for bearing with me. I’ll try and get some writing done soon but with school I’m like, dying 🙏🏻

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Hanzo smiled his hands coming to cup the others cheeks, the cowboys facial hair tickling the palms of his hands.

Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?

This love was different than the one in movies or books.. It was pure and warm, Cassidy was his, and only his. Their love was real and that’s all Hanzo needed on bad days.

And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

“Darlin?”

“I.. My apologies. I got lost in my thoughts.”

“Somethin’ the matter?”

“No.. Not when you’re here.”

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior

The archers arms moved to wrap around the others shoulders as tightly as he could. Oh he was happy to be home..

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This is specially made for someone..

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Okay Chat requests are closed for a bit until I actually finally work through all the ones I have sitting in my inbox

I should, hopefully, get some tonight because I’ve finally had the motivation to write

My deepest apologies if you sent a request in and it’d taken me forever to work on it, I’m slow as fuck I can’t help it 😔

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My RE8 Lord DLC concept!

Firstly I wanna say sorry for taking so long for the people who saw my original post 😭 Ive been mostly procrastinating (so much so that my artstyle changed like 4 times LMFAO).

Here is the original post I made about this concept

So basically this is just an idea of how i'd make a DLC about the RE8 lords cuz lets be honest THEY DESERVED ONE. So in my concept, instead of playing as the lords, you'd play as one of the people in their lives (whether significant or insignificant) and experience the lords in a different perspective. Some are actual characters in the RE8 lore based off of the files, and some are just ocs i made

The Maid (The Dimitrescu Storyline)

The Gardener (The Beneviento Storyline)

The Experiment (The Moreau Storyline)

The Assistant (The Heisenberg Storyline)

I'm going to have to put Miranda's section in another post because it's way too long 😭

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ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ

Wesker comfort for shitty parents. Ones who favourite the other siblings over you.</3

"What is it this time?"

His tone was harsh, but the way his gloved hand wiped your tears showed you he cared.

"Just tired of being the odd one out."

"Are they really still pulling these same stupid moves?"

"Yes.. And yes it still gets to me, every time."

"I believe it is about time you go and speak to them about it. Or I will."

"They won't listen. They don't care."

"Then I will make them care, it's very simple."

Wesker’s hands came to smooth over your cheeks, the scent of leather filling your lungs.

“You have two choices. My dear, I believe it is time you move out. We’ll find you a nice place, or we go speak to them and I make sure they don’t treat you this way anymore.”

“But.. I don’t have the money for my own place.”

He shook his head, sliding his hand into yours, dragging you out of his office. You two searched for hours, until your eyes set on one place, in your eyes it felt like home. As he looked around the building, he saw a place he could see being with you.

“If they call, what do I say?”

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay. Thank you..”

“You’re welcome. You won’t have to deal with their abuse anymore.”

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I’ve never written Wesker before.. I hope this is okay. @bruhhhh-huhhhhh

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Average family trip🚗

This is me and my internal battle between metal and girlypop music.

Inside me there are two wolves-bla bla bla

Songs used:

Money Honey · Lady Gaga

Deathless · Revocation

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Real

I like doing this too, but to random dps that humor my being a dumbass

:P

making her do her dps placements so i can duo with her and dmg boost her on mercy.

i’m doomed guys, i love playing mercy just to dmg boost her..

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Real

solider 76 and cole cassidy are so hot holy fuck

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You didn’t know how long it had been going on. The feeling of hate welling up in your chest every time you saw them interact. It even started to make itself known when Cassidy started talking about Hanzo, even in just passing comments.

The two of you had been sitting in his room, just talking and doing mindless things. You’d picked up the habit of stitching up things that Cassidy hadn’t thought about before, and he was endlessly grateful for it. Often times you add patches or little designs in the fabric, and every time he saw them he’d smile.

Suddenly, Cassidy switched the conversation over to Hanzo. It was no question that the cowboy was head over heels for the archer. You could see it in the way that he looked him. The way his shoulders would sag in relief whenever Hanzo walked into a room. The slight smile that played across his lips when Hanzo sat next to him.

You hated it. Why, you didn’t know, but you did. You hated it so much that it would be hard to breathe. Most times it would be easy to ignore or to shove aside in favor of calling them cute and leaving them to be alone. But sometimes…sometimes you want nothing more than to tear your own hair out and scream and cry anytime they get close to each other.

Maybe it was jealousy. Envy was one hell of a thing, after all. Maybe you wanted what they had. Maybe you just hated seeing people happy when you weren’t the cause of it. Who knows. Certainly not you.

“I just miss him, y’know? Like, I wish he was here right now. That’d be great,” Cole said, looking at the door longingly.

You rolled your eyes but held your tongue. Steering the conversation away from Hanzo wasn’t hard, but you had to do it multiple times in a conversation.

You brought up the next mission, wanting to see what Cassidy has planned. It had been a minute since you had been on a mission, so maybe they’d send you on this one.

“Oh! Me and Han are gonna be goin out undercover. Better people could’ve probably been picked, but I’ve just missed him so much I couldn’t stand to pass up the opportunity. We’ll be great, I know it.”

That was the last straw. You just couldn’t do it anymore.

“Oh, yeah, because you guys are always soooo far away from each other,” you spit out.

Cassidy looks over at you, confused. You’d never talked to him like that before. Not without more provocation. You had a death grip on his poncho that you were sewing up from your spot on his bed. You always sat on his bed while he sat at his desk that had plenty of papers strewn across it.

“What?”

“You talk about him like you aren’t always talking to him. Even when you’re out, whether it be on missions or even just at the store or at dinner with the team, you’re always calling each other or texting or something. You always have each other. And yet you talk about him like he still lives over in Japan and is never going to come back. Even when we’re supposed to be hanging out, just the two of us, you can’t ever seem to shut the fuck up about him. I can’t fucking do it anymore. It’s pathetic.”

Tears have started to well up in your eyes and you let go of the poncho with its half sewn in patch and start to get up. Cole tries to stop you by grabbing your hand and making you look at him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me, y/n.”

“And then what? Have you start talking about Hanzo again when it’s supposed to be about us? No thanks, asshole. I’d rather have the headquarters collapse on me again. At least then someone might actually listen to me when I say something,” you say, yanking your hand out of his and continuing to storm out of the room.

You pass by Hanzo on the way, shoulder checking him so hard he hits the wall. You don’t even look back, just continuing to storm to your room. Hanzo gets up and keeps going to Cassidy’s room, looking at his boyfriend confused as to what was happening. Cole just wrapped his arms around Hanzo and sighed into his chest.

You, on the other hand, had ignored everyone asking you if you were okay and locked yourself in your room. At first you just looked, not knowing what to do. Eventually, you went over to your own desk and started throwing things, screaming the whole time. Your room became a mess within seconds, and you didn’t care.

As you stood, watching the papers you’d thrown settle on the ground as you heaved, trying to catch your breath, the anger gave way to crushing sadness. Tears started to well in your eyes again and you just barely had time to turn off the lights and get under the covers before they fell. Sobs wracked your body as you curled in on yourself. All the pent up misery and pain that you held back came flooding out. There was nothing to stop it, after all.

You cried for what felt like days. Your pillow was throughly soaked and you could barely breathe. The tv screen above your desk lit up, illuminating the room in a blue glow.

“Y/n, your presence is requested for the meeting debrief. You’re 15 minutes late already,” Athena said.

You buried your head further in your pillow and shook your head. “Go away, Athena. Tell them to do it without me.”

“Very well. I’ll tell Winston to go over the details without you present. Are you sick? I could send for Doctor Ziegler to heal you.”

“No, Athena. I’ll be fine. Just leave me alone, please, and make sure no one can come in here.”

Athena doesn’t respond. Her departure is only shown from the room descending back into darkness, leaving you alone once again.

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lol I understand and you guys don’t nerds imagine

“What is wrong? Do you need more attention from us?”

every time I write ramattra she starts dying.. someone send yazz some get well soon wishes.

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i swear this happened in game

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DNDHSHDJDJDJSIIDUDEUDUEUEUEHEUDUEYYDHRHRRHDYYFYDHDHDHXHDNDHDHEHEHRJUDIDIEISJDEJ

YIPPEE‼️‼️ YAAY‼️‼️

I NEED HIM SO BAD

This is gorgeous thank you 🫶

And you’re a whore too I don’t wanna hear it

What if, instead of Cole Cassidy, it was Freak Cassidy and instead of him saying “It’s high noon” he says “it’s freak noon”

I just need trans Cassidy smut 😔

Thank you pookie :P

“We shouldn’t be doing this darlin..”

“You’re the needy slut who couldn’t wait.”

“That isn’t what I said I-I said..”

“Oh so you don’t want to be fucked?”

His silence made you chuckle, you knew he was desperate, you had been leading him on for days but something always “came up”.

“Lay on the table.”

He laid back and scooted up, whimpering as you picked one of his legs and set it over your shoulder.

“What if someone walks in?”

“Awh, are you embarrassed? Maybe if you weren’t such a whore.”

Your free hand went to grab your cock, lining yourself up with his entrance.

“If you don’t want people to see you’re going to be good and quiet. Understood?”

“Yes sir. I’ll be quiet sugar..”

“Good boy, you’re doing so well.”

Soft gentle thrusts to help him get used to the feeling got rough and mean. It was adorable watching your cowboy struggle to keep quiet with so much pleasure coursing through him.

He was sweating, table creaking each time you thrusted into him. Soft grunts and whimpers leaving him.

“D…Darlin.. I can’t hold it.. Please let me cum. I’m beggin you.”

“Listen to you cowboy..”

“Please..”

You got closer to him, whispering in his ear. In that seductive tone he needed just to push him over the edge.

“Cum for me pretty boy.”

You didn’t stop the pace you were going, quickly making him whine in pain but he didn’t ask you to stop, he needed to feel your cum leak down his thighs.

“Oh please sugar, cum please please.”

Just what you needed from Cassidy.. You came, biting his neck as you groaned.

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You are a whore Adrien.. You better repost this with your thoughts too mf..