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the trans girl estrogenized puffy nips are some of the hottest things to ever fucking exist and you will never convince me otherwise

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bonus: there's no legal channels for Angel HRT either, one of those "i know a guy who knows a place" then shows you a living vending machine made out of feathers and bone that takes out of print coins but that shit is potent. but after like a few weeks of growing feathers/wings/extra eyes and/or limbs it becomes increasingly annoying to find Canadian Pennies or Drachma

There are no legal channels for demon hrt; when you go searching for it, Hell sends a shady guy to lean out of an alley and offer you a few months' worth for free. Then, when your supply is almost out but you've already started growing horns/tail/whatever, an official Emissary shows up in your room one night to refill you, but only if you sign a magically binding contract.

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Reblog or have bad luck for 7 years.

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Crop

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sometimes marina likes to teach pearl phrases in octoling that mean something completely different than what she says just to tease pearl in 2 different languages

MINI PRIDE RAFFLE! i’ve transcribed the requirements into the alt text. RAFFLE ENDS JUNE 8TH!

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he couldn't get past koopa kid in paper mario

Bruh

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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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please god/demon idol

this is the baiken of fat titties reblog to get fat titties

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please nasu i just want nero or seiba

Behold ESQalibur, Sword of Promised Lucky Rolls

reblog to bless your future rolls

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Y'know I've been working on my own idea for giants and honestly wanna see what people think sorry if it seems like a mess i just need to throw a idea out to see if people like it-

The Giants of the Antharos are often found in tribes consisting of up to four families titled as Clans, a average giant is often around 200-400 feet in height for both genders, the also have the peculiar ability to breathe flame and bellow as a dragon does. Humans have speculated that Giants are the results of humans and dragons mating, however no such evidence has been found. On chance a Giant may rest for a period of time and become covered by the elements, sometimes gaining growths of grass on parts of their bodies. Giant artistry is often the rival of human and dwarven craftsmanship and works of Giants art often referred to as 'ancient' or 'primal' by elven eyes.

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pray to the train catgod

Source

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please work

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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AHHH!! YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! MY TIME HAS ARRIVED. Could you do one for Apollo, where Darling dearest runs away?

I’d really like to think he’s one of the kinder Gods, honestly, they type to show mercy regardless of little he wants to. I’d like to think that, but alas, a few key parts of his characterization would care to differ.

TW: Implied Amputation, Dehuminzaion and Mentions of Kidnapping.

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His arrows were made to kill painlessly, supposedly.

It was a detail thrown into myths and legends carelessly, one never deemed important enough to warrant disagreement. His sister’s were used to grant peace, to spare her targets a miserable, torturous demise at the hand of her bow, and it made sense that Apollo’s would include the same numbing properties. He’d commented on it before, in little moments when he showed you his personal ‘infirmary’ or dragged you into one of his many laboratories, but that’s all they were - comments. You’d never paid them much mind.

Now, having been on the sharper end of dozens of those dreadful things, you still couldn’t say if it was true. You’d never been shot with another arrow aside from Apollo’s. You didn’t have anything to compare it to. You were sure of one thing, though.

Numbed or not, it still fucking hurt.

You groaned as the ache spread throughout your leg, etching itself into your veins and forcing its way into your memory, past all the barriers you’d tried to put in place for something like this. The sensation rooted itself somewhere near your ankle, deep and thorough, as if the injury was determined to throb and sting and scream until you gave it your full attention. You’d considered pushing yourself up, standing and sprinting as you had so many times before, but the thought of putting pressure on your wound was enough to make you curl into yourself, your body attempting to melt into the frigid, unforgiving forest floor and your focus remaining dedicated to holding back the onslaught of tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t want to see what traces of pity crying would earn.

You heard Apollo before you saw him, the God making no attempt to hide himself. He wasn’t incapable of stealth, you’d been in his company long enough to be sure of that, but he mustn’t have felt the need to hunt, not when his prey was already caught and bleeding out. He shoved branches aside carelessly, each crushed twig and rustle of fabric alerting you to his presence. You closed your eyes as he came closer, willing yourself to stay strong, but no amount of resolve kept Apollo at bay.

Nimble, callused fingers soon found their way to your hair, pushing matted locks away from your face, taking a moment to detangle one of the more visible knots. When it failed to budge, he only clicked his tongue, already planning which comb he’d have to use to tear it from your head. His touch quickly moved to your cheek, brushing over the discolored skin gingerly. As if each bruise and scrape would only be real when he made contact with it. “Poor thing,” He muttered, the greeting barely audible. Under his breath, more for himself than for you. “You’ve ruined one of my favorite outfits.”

If he wasn’t joking, you couldn’t tell, but a stuttered laugh fell from your lips. You weren’t sure where you’d expected his priorities to be, if not your clothes. Other than that, you stayed silent, letting him scan over you, evaluate you, Apollo taking his time to decide what needed immediate attention and what didn’t. Your ankle was given a wayward glance and the ghost of a frown, an acute diagnosis by Apollo’s standards. His voice was more steady, when he continued, more authoritative. His best try at sternness. “I’m fond of you, do you know that? I do my best to make time for you, to make you happy, to care for you, but that’s not enough, is it? It’s never been enough.”

You grit your teeth out of reflex, but you didn’t have the energy to be mad. You could hardly bring yourself to look at him, honestly. “I never asked you to–”

“You need me to.” He pulled away from you, abruptly, crossing his arms as he towered above you. He was a mess, even if he tried to cover it with concern and caution, his temper boiling over in the blink of an eye. “Look where you end up when you try to run away. You’re hurt and dirty and disgusting, and for what? A few minutes away from someone who loves you?” He paused, but didn’t give you time to argue, letting out a ragged, dramatic exhale, as drawn-out as it was manufactured. “I’ve been too lenient. I’ve spoiled you. I tried to be kind, I tried to be loving, but clearly, you don’t feel the same way.”

That, that was the insult you couldn’t take, the upfront you couldn’t ignore. You tried to push yourself up, but you barely got an arm underneath you before your ankle began to burn, a fire starting just under your skin and working its way deeper, seeping into your muscles, your bones, your being. The tears were unstoppable, flowing as gracelessly as a river after a flash flood, but you didn’t care, furiously wiping them away with one hand while the other clawed at the soil, desperate to hurt anything it was capable of hurting. “There’s nothing I can say to soothe your anger,” You started, your voice quieter than you’d like it to be. Weaker. “But you can’t blame me for your actions. I don’t want to be with you, I’ve never lied about that! If I run away, it’s because you won’t let me go freely!” Your breath hitched in your lungs, a sob racking over your chest. You weren’t sure of its cause, anymore. “I won’t stop because I don’t want to be with you. It’d be delusional to convince yourself of anything else.”

Apollo responded quickly, but suddenly, every small sound was deafening, something hot and sharp driving itself through the length of your calf, aiming for your thigh and ripping through anything in its path. For the first time, you dared to glance towards your injury, but the wooden shaft emerging from your flesh didn’t inspire the horror you’d assumed it would. Instead, it was the thin, black lines that shocked you, following the shape of your veins and forming webs around their source, the appendage quickly growing limp, senseless. As numb as it was supposed to be.

Apollo didn’t take your distraction without complaint, lowering himself to your height before taking your jaw, his grip so much tighter than it had been, before. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?” He asked, the question bordering on playful. “It’s one of my newer toxins, a nasty little guy, if the trials are anything to go off of. A full amputation should be necessary… unless you want to let it reach something vital, of course.”

You might’ve yelled. You might’ve begged him for a cure, an antidote, anything that could’ve helped, but reality had rendered your speechless, your lips parting but your words failing to make it past your tongue. Apollo didn’t seem to mind, barely bothering to stifle his laugh.

He didn’t try to hide his grin anymore, either.

“It’ll be easier, this way,” He assured, his tone nothing short of considerate, sweet, comforting. Absolutely and utterly loving. “You’ll be so much happier, once you can’t run away.”

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why not

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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Nukes, Goddess Hecate, s m o r t, 42, Size 11, mildly clean and price is TBA

i hate small talk . i wanna talk about atoms , death , magic , intellect , the meaning of life , the size of your feet , are they clean , how much do you charge for

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beyles stst

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As I make more characters based on the Classic Universal Monsters (Wolfman, Frankenstein film series, The Mummy, Dracula film series, etc. etc.) the more inaccuracies I see between modern depictions and the original novels. Frankenstein was articulate and very well spoken, Dracula looked like he was 80 years old and had a mustache, Edward Hyde was never a split personality but a alias for Jekyll to go out and have fun (and a real mad scientist unlike Victor Frankenstein). I wanna make a show where the characters are accurate to their ancestors real stories. A descendant of Dr Jekyll who fixes the hyde formula and goes out to party while still being known as the good egg of the family, a recreation of the reanimation experiment with actually fresh body parts (and actually keeps it around Victor.), a human turned Vampire by the great Dracula himself and struggles to keep humanity without being an edgy creep, so on and so forth