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I genuinely don't know who started the Boothill cat boyman thingy but here he is with all his furry glory 🤲💖

Boothill is so silly fr!!! :333 @bxxth1ll

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Darkest Dungeon (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Crusader/Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon) Characters: Crusader (Darkest Dungeon), Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), Plague Doctor (Darkest Dungeon), Vestal (Darkest Dungeon), Grave Robber (Darkest Dungeon) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Crimson Court, Period-Typical Medicine, Wound Worship Summary:

“No.” A deep breath through the nose, the sound rattling around the helm like a stone. “No, no.” Then, quieter, “Your blood.” Reynauld stands abruptly; it makes Dismas take a drunken step back in surprise, and clumsily he falls over his own feet as his back hits the wall of the chapel.

“Don’t play a fool, man.” He’s starting to get angry, but it’s all a front for the fear that twists around his heart like fingers of briar, and he prays to – someone, somewhere – that Reynauld doesn’t hear the tremor in his voice.

--- Reynauld gets bitten during the first foray into the crimson court.

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new update!

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So me fr 😻😻😻

"I hate you" x "say it again I'm about to cum"

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ARCANE SEASON 2 | November 2024

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this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.

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Actually daddy you're being kinda needy can you shut the fuck up for a bit, kitten's got a banging headache.

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CANT WAIT ONG??? 😭💖

What if Mr. Suitor for a Season got a chance to show some care during the boat trip?

Here goes another short edit/mod of Our Life: B&A, this time of Step 3 Moment Boating. It contains spoilers regarding Step 3 and Baxter's DLCs!

Editing existing Moments proved more of a challenge than writing entirely new scenes, but it was still exciting. So much to learn!

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Gotta keep this shit

how to grow the fuck up

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HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS POST BEFORE ??1!1?1?!1!11!

So who wants a little Baxter Ward Event to countdown up to his birthday? ✨

Announcing BaxterMC Week!✨📢

A whole week dedicated to Baxter Ward and MC!❤️

Please read the guidelines below⬇️

Guidelines:

1. Please use #BaxterMCWeek and tag/mention me in each BaxterMC Week related submission.

2. Please indicate which prompt your submission is for in each post.

3. You can make your submission NSFW, but keep in mind that I will refrain from sharing explicit works.

4. Any Baxter enjoyer can participate! Fan artists, fic writers, etc.

5. I reserve the right to not share any submission that I find to be too inappropriate, hateful or discriminatory, for any reason.

6. Have fun and do not stress!! It’s ok if you can’t do a submission for every day.  Late submissions will still be shared until June 19th!

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Lemme just... drop this here :)

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Her name was Saly, she was five years old. She was like any child, she probably liked to play with her toys, she was probably learning to read, she probably like to spend time with her family and friends.

Maybe she would have been a doctor, or a farmer, or a engineer. Maybe she would have advanced the field of physics or medicine, written a best seller novel or stared in a major movie production; Or she might have had a quieter life, the world might have never known her name, but her friends and family would have and that might have been enough.

But no one will ever know now because Israel took those lives away from her, the tens of thousands of possibles that lay before each child burning like candle lights in cool summer night sniffed out in an instant. A last story shared by thousands of Palestinian children in Gaza.

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Physically assaulting and arresting the 65-year-old Jewish HEAD of Jewish STUDIES at Dartmouth to fight the so-called antisemitism at these encampments is truly something you can’t even write.

X: RossWMUR

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Every 10 Minutes!!!!!!

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Power to the people ✊ Yesterday, Dutch police bulldozed the Gaza encampment at the University of Amsterdam. Today, students and staff confronted police and forced them to retreat. Videos: X: Qudsnen and Mariyankhan

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Palestinians are trying to rebuild their lives in Northern and Central Gaza as the occupation focuses its genocidal war machine on the South, particularly Rafah

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"Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser" on the Cove drabble got me so good -- could you maybe do something similar for Derek and Baxter?!

Crazy about your writing, tysm for sharing!!!!

Synopsis: Baxter's life is perfectly, aesthetically crafted. Until it isn't. NSFW drabble.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Baxter Ward x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: NSFW, slight possessive language, very very brief angst (i mean, it is baxter)

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Continuing my loser men agenda with Baxter! I will write a separate post for Derek soon, but finishing two things in a row has me antsy to post this one separately. Theres bottom!Baxter if you squint, but i tried to write him as a switch so take it either direction as you will. Mostly he's just a loser who makes sex way too romantic. I love him.

Baxter wouldn't deign to call himself clingy. He was incredibly independent, really. Your relationship had taken a five year break and survived, he was perfectly content by himself.

But that didn't explain the sick thrill he gets having a clingy partner. There is something so delightfully addicting about being wanted. He loved it when he woke up to you wrapped around him, heart thundering when you burrowed closer at even the slightest twitch of movement, like you were scared he'd disappear.

That was where the thread of guilt came in. Of course you had clingy moments, he'd vanished from your life once, could you really trust him not to do it again? What did his word matter, ultimately?

It was hard not to think like that. He knew his own track record with relationships, and he wanted, more then anything, to not fuck up this one too.

It's never easy to chase those thoughts away. And yet you do it so effortlessly, with just the graze of your teeth, the scrape of your nails.

Baxter is putty in your hands when you mark him up during sex. He's obsessed with the way his pale skin looks after its been ravaged by you, admiring the scratch-marks down his back after he's fucked you, or the hickies and love-bites you've scattered across his chest. He'd let you ruin his neck with sweet bruises if it wasn't shockingly unprofessional.

I mean hickies on the wedding planner, on someone else's big day? He feels a shameful tingle of pleasure he can't deny at the thought. Baxter is so put together during the day that he absolutely falls apart at night, guided by your safe and sure hands. He cries, he begs, he sniffles as big, wet tears fill his red eyes. There was some alarm, the first time he cried during sex. The whole ordeal had been put on hold to make sure he was okay, until he'd shamefully and slowly explained to you that yes, he was perfectly fine. So, so good in fact, the tears had sprouted on an especially breathy moan.

And even though he begs so sweetly to leave your mark sometimes you handle him so tenderly and gently it sparks a whole different kind of need inside him. Love-making, he thinks, with his head nestled between you thighs, moaning with every tug of his hair, is a new world of pleasure. Miles beyond just sex.

But his favorite part of it all is the minutes just after. When he stumbles out of your arms to gleefully assess the damage, take in his tear-stained face, the pink hand prints on his hips and ass, his kissed swollen lips. The sight of it all has his spent cock twitching awake.

Just a little more, he thinks, stumbling back over to you. God his legs ache in just the best way. He's already hard again, cum beading at the tip without a care for his carefully crafted, elegant persona.

He pulls you into another kiss, sweet still, before nipping playfully at your ear.

"You've positively ruined me, dear." He purrs, a shiver of glee running through him as your hands find his hips again. "Want to do it again?"