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[v4lsang3l]

Please info dump abt ur blogs then!! I love hearing u talk!!! :33/gen /vpos

-Beloved

HHHHHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE DONE 👁👁 /SILLY /VVVVPOS

OK SO.

our main, obviously, themed around sal BUT with us having a pressure hyperfix we might change it for the millionth time since this is a collective blog, sal will get his own blog of but the main thing we're scared about is getting termed because then we lose all of the other blogs + we dont have any more emails to use

uh rome's blog is mainly surrounded around his fult faux is making, which angel can't work on the discord server because we already have our laptop packed away 😔😔

nico (i think?) hasn't posted anything other than his intro because i think he's scared of his paras despite him being transharmful

andy's blog is mainly just gonna be random shit he thinks of because.. weirdo /aff.. he doesn't really like his source sister, since in the sys hes a lil fruit and he's mainly scared of ashleys interacting and getting mad at him for not beign straight as a ruler

and seb's blog is to be added since he hasnt fully formed yet, all we know is he's sebastian, thats it ☹️

[shepscapades]

NOOO!! Have um! Um! Impulse deviating! :D Saving beloved Pearlo!

[the1trueanon]

actor au wally for you guys to nom on while i work on oc/story lore :3 i agree he's adorable, but also like. the prettiest man. ever. and i would tell that to his face. everyday.

actor au belongs to @frillsand >w< i love their work and au so much

alt version under the cut, done by request of a very good friend -w-

hehehehe oh to give him a smooch and watch him turn as red as his bow >:3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Many thoughts of guard dog boothill... -chubby darling anon

MY SWEET!! thank u for sharing the boothill brain mwah mwah!! love u always U^ェ^U

there’s an issue, however… boothill doesn’t make a very good bodyguard, much less a guard dog. he has a habit of causing more trouble than he protects you from, something about his ego, which means that the second he gets even the slightest idea that someone’s looking at you a bit too long?? he’s lunging at them. all sharp teeth on display as he loads his gun with whatever bullets he can grab, inside or outside his body. even if the person was just looking past you, boothill sees it as a personal slight; they were obviously trying to rile him up!!

he’s not exactly the kind of guy i can imagine in a hybrid scenario, mainly because he’s such a mashup of parts already, but a being a dog would suit him… perhaps an australian shepherd… food for thought…

anyways, hiring him as your body guard?? a bad choice and also very bold of you to assume he’d agree!! he’s the travelling type, being a galaxy ranger, so consider this: forbidden lovers.

you were the esteemed child to an esteemed set of parents that expected no less than perfection of you. on one such interastral expedition, boothill happened to be on your planet for reasons he wouldn’t disclose but it all came down to an evening you shared. there was a reception of sorts for an upcoming book your family had endorsed, so you were expected to attended and, at your mothers word, perhaps look for a suitable partner. this particular breed of gathering wasn’t your speed, nor did you have any interest in scouting amongst the primarily geriatric body of people for a potential spouse. inevitably, you ended up tucked off on a balcony, some sort of fruity cocktail in hand as you idly played with the stir stick and waited out the party to its end. that was until a tall and out of breath gentleman stumbled onto the same balcony with a sharp whistle and sigh. it took a couple moments for him to notice you timidly staring, but when he did he jerked out a hand for you to shake and announcing himself as ‘boothill’ with a strangely charming accent. thus began a series of secret meetings and stolen kisses between giggles and the walls of places you’d never been; boothill was quite good at expanding your comfort zone.

eventually, your parents did find out and were livid that you’d been fooling around with a ‘no good wanted criminal,’ and demanded you see him one last time to have him turned in to the authorities. they didn’t realize just how slippery he could be or just how you had been waiting on the chance to finally leave so, you slipped out with all that you needed in the middle of the night to a grinning boothill. he promised to take you to even better bars and shooting ranges on much cooler planets so long as you stayed with him (you couldn’t possibly leave now).

[artdcnaldson]

it’s evil art and stepcest o’clock !!!

stanford era art sending patrick videos of himself fucking pat’s stepsister!reader ,, your mom married patrick’s dad ago when all of you were still in high school. it was abrupt to say the least, one day pat walks into his family’s estate for the start of winter break and all of a sudden there’s a girl his age glaring at him in the kitchen. getting close to you was like calming down a feral animal, but eventually you and patrick reached a closeness no one expected. art has always been an extension of patrick, so naturally the three of you became a little trio, especially when you have a little saltburn summer together at one of patrick’s estates before you and art go off to stanford and patrick heads out on tour.

and the thing is, art is more perceptive than either of you give him credit for. he sees the way you two look at each other, the lingering looks and the touches that last a little too long. so he starts testing the waters. he flirts with you, gets closer to you than he needs to when you talk, takes you out on the tennis court early in the morning to “help him practice” so when pat wakes up he sees you coming back inside laughing together. patrick fucking seethes every time, but he refuses to say anything. art even teases him about it when they’re alone, runs a hand up patrick’s thigh and says things like “don’t you wish this was her doing this to you?” and of course patrick caves, admits his wants when art takes his dick down his throat, but he never makes a move. he never crosses the line. so, art starts trying with you, too. he’ll sneak into your room (usually after he’s done with patrick) and touch you slow, pinch your nipples, ghost his fingers over your clit. he never goes too far, just gets you worked up and makes you cum on his fingers. all while whispering, “wouldn’t his fingers feel so good in this little pussy?”

he spends the whole summer working both of you up and still nothing happens, so when you and him are alone at stanford together he decides to push again. selfishly, he knows he’s also doing this for himself. he’d be deluding himself if he said he hadn’t wanted to fuck you from the moment he laid eyes on you. honestly, him keeping himself from doing it every time he dipped his fingers in your wet pussy should win him a fucking medal of honor. now though, now he has you with your chest pinned to the bed, sobbing directly into his shitty phone camera, begging for patrick while you fuck yourself back on his dick. “go on baby, tell pat what you told me,” he pants.

“please- fuck— please come visit pat, want- want you so bad- ‘m sorry i didn’t say! ‘m sorry- ‘m sorry!”

patrick’s never booked a flight faster in his life <33

RAHHH RAHH RAHHHH

Art takes one look at you and Patrick’s sappy, lovebird expressions and your refusal to ever actually fucking do something and he just snaps. He’ll be a good friend, he’ll fix it for Patrick, just like Patrick helped him with so many of his crushes that weren’t going to fucking go anywhere.

Of course you think Art’s hot, you think he’s sweet, and he’s smart, and he gives you all the attention you could want. And the best thing is, your mom isn’t fucking married to his dad. So you don’t mind when he kisses you, when he has you pinned onto your bed and moves his hand under your shirt to play with your tits. His mouth tastes like Patrick’s sometimes, and you always kiss him harder when he does.

And he knows— you know he knows how you feel about Patrick, because he teases you about it, always when he’s got his fingers buried inside of you and you’re right on the brink. Don’t you think Patrick’s fingers would feel so good stretching out your tight little pussy? Don’t you wish he’d just fuck you the way you want? Just pin you down and claim your pussy as his own? Oh, fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, you want him so bad. You want your step brother bullying this little pussy, he’s so mean for keeping his cock from you, huh?

It makes you cum every time, gushing around his fingers, mouth open and pink as you cry out with pretty moans. Art licks inside, kisses you hungry and desperate while you fist his cock in your hand. You always want him to fuck you, but he just tells you not tonight. A good friend wouldn’t fuck their best friend’s crush, would they?

Patrick tries to keep it from Art, but he never can. Art hears him fucking his fist in the shower after you’ve all been at the pool. Listens to the wet sounds of Patrick’s lubed up hand gliding along his dick until he gets frustrated and says, “Art, get over here.” Art takes over with his fist, with his mouth. Almost lets Patrick cum before he pulls away. “Admit you want her first.”

Patrick just covers his face with his arm, groans out a pained, “Art—“ Because he’s killing him. He’s actually fucking killing him. When did the Art he met at the tennis academy, the one who sang in the choir for his grandma’s church and wouldn’t even swear until Patrick goaded him to, become this mean. “She’s my sister.”

Art grins. “Your step sister, who you want to fuck.” Patrick doesn’t get to cum until he admits it. He’s rewarded by Art’s hot, perfect mouth and the rare opportunity to cum down his throat. For being a good sport.

He thinks that’s it, you both accepted it, you’ll both just get it over with and fuck, and hopefully still include him since he was kind enough to encourage it. But you don’t. There’s still sweet longing glances and lingering touches. He walks in on you and Patrick giggling in your room, tossing sour patch kids back and forth and seeing who can catch the most in your mouths. Sits on the bed when you curl up and rest your head in Patrick’s lap, while he pets your hair and lets his fingers trace along your face like a boyfriend would.

You’re so lonely at Stanford. Patrick’s gone to god knows where, playing in low level tournaments, losing and sulking without you to comfort him. He calls you almost every night, and you ask him about if he’s seeing anyone. He just kind of goes quiet and says, “C’mon.” You know how he feels, he knows you feel the same way, and that you’re both horribly, painfully stuck.

You show up to Art’s dorm teary eyed and needing comfort. He misses Patrick too, you know he does. He’s the only one who understands. It’s two in the morning and Art’s all disheveled from sleep as he opens the door. His eyes widen— you’re just wearing one of Pat’s shirts, and jesus, you can’t just walk around a college campus like that. He ushers you in, closes the door behind him.

“I miss Pat,” is all you say, and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re tripping over clothes and bags in the dark room as he guides you onto his bed. He’s a little slow, still waking up, but his hands are warm and feel a little rough like Patrick’s do.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table, but he silences it with the press of a button. “Sorry,” he mumbles, leans forward and kisses you slow and hungry. His tongue moves against yours as he slides a hand into your panties, rubs at your swollen clit so you moan into his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. You nod, grind down against his fingers. “For me or for Patrick?”

You whine, can’t even look at him. “Both.” It’s shameful to admit it, that you’d been wet the entire time that you and Patrick had been catching up on the phone, that you’d thought about slipping your hands into your panties and touching yourself to his voice. But that was… you couldn’t do that. But Art could help.

He slips your panties down your thighs, eases one finger inside your pussy, then another. He thrusts them slow and deep, brings pretty mewls from your lips. “What do you need, hm?”

“Patrick,” you whine.

He nods, noses along the side of your jaw, and sucks on your throat. “I know, baby. Pat’s not here. You want me to make you feel better? You can pretend I’m him.”

So you do. You beg for it, for Art to fuck you. He knows you’re not just thinking about him, that you’re across an ocean with Patrick just as much as you’re in his bed. So sweet beneath him, crying out for him, for Patrick in equal measure. Moaning about how you want your stepbrother’s cock, about how much you miss Patrick, begging for Art to fuck you harder.

At a hostel in Germany, Patrick just has to listen to it.

[shortkinglink]

Headcanon suggestion; between Wild and Tears, Link has gained weight after slaying the Calamity. Zelda comforts him that his body shows that he’s letting himself rest after all the battles he fought and the people he saved.

they're at the hot springs :]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Barnaby finds a new way to cool off when he's angry: Shoving his face in Howdy's fluff.

so true

[ninety-two-bees]

some thoughts on childhood friends jegulus?

ooh i’ve never actually thought much on this but now it may consume me i fear

james and regulus who know everything about each other because they’ve known each other their entire lives. their families are in the same Rich People circles (much to the dismay of. everyone), they went to the same schools their whole lives, and they were always adamant that they would never fall in love despite all of their friends saying it would happen

james who had read regulus’ diary (with permission ofc, because they have no secrets), and regulus who has been the first to show up at james’ door when they have something to gossip about. having matching teddy bears from when they were 4 and 5 years old, and those bears are best friends too

james and regulus becoming roommates when they go off to university because it just makes sense. they already know all of each others weird habits and routines, so it won’t catch them off guard

what does catch them off guard, though, is that for the first time in their lives they find themselves keeping secrets from each other. because how are they supposed to admit that they are in love with each other after spending all of these years being each other’s Person? for the first time in their lives, they are presented with something they think could ruin their friendship (it won’t. they’re just idiots)

[v4lsang3l]

I'm sorry:( I hope they get better!!

-beloved ♡

holy shit sal JUMPED to front -cory

HIIIII I MISSED YOUUU -Sal

[mewnia]

Anyway, @the-east-art , @browniefox , and I found the camera angle in this scene to be interesting during our playthrough the other day. Couldn’t get it out of my head haha :P

Bonus:

[hobiebrownismygod]

Hey hun, I need some hobie comfort. Basically been in a terrible headspace liking planning my final letter type of mind. (not important) anyway I'm usually numb when it comes to these things, so based on something that happened a few weeks back. Miguel is in a bad mood and just lays it into y/n. And needless to say she bursts and full out sobs her heart out, knee dropping type pain from having it built up for weeks and hobie just comforting her. (if you're up to it lovie❤️ have a good day)

I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way :( I hope you can get into a better place soon!! I hope what I wrote helps <3

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The door shut behind you with a SLAM as you practically ran out of Miguel's office, leaving him behind to yell at the wall rather than you. He'd been in a "bad mood" this past week and it seemed as though he needed an outlet. That outlet ended up being the first person he could see, which, of course, ended up being you.

So you'd accidentally dropped one of his gadgets earlier. It didn't break or anything, so why was he so angry? Why did he-why did everyone have to take everything out on you?

You tried your hardest not to cry as you shoved your way into one of the many cramped closets littering HQ and closed the door behind you. You sat down, curling up against the wall of the dark, tight room as you panted, slowly letting the tears stream down your face.

Your sobs were just barely muffed by your knees as you cried, harder than you'd cried in a long time, making it seem as though by the time you were done, there'd be a large puddle of your own tears beneath you.

But then, the noise just barely hidden by your loud, raspy exhales, you heard three soft knocks. You quieted yourself, not even bothering to lift your head.

"Darling? You in here?"

Hobie.

You must've ran past him on your way here without even noticing. You stayed silent, hoping he'd just leave you alone. You didn't want him to see you like this.

"Come on dove, just let me in." He knocked again, refusing to take no for an answer as the handle of the door jiggled.

You simply curled yourself up even tighter. He wouldn't be able to get through the lock, would he? At least, he wouldn't try that hard...right?

But to your dismay, not even a brass lock would be able to stop Hobie Brown from coming in to comfort his girl.

The door swung open and he stood there, a shocked look on his face. When he saw you sitting there on the ground, all bundled up like a child, his expression softened and he frowned.

"Hey, you" he said gently, crouching down in front of you, long arms reaching out towards you to pull you into a hug. "What happened?"

You didn't look at him as he pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a bittersweet smile and rubbing your back. He stayed silent for another moment before sighing.

"You don't want to talk? Alright. That's okay. I'll just stay here with you, baby." He whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair and holding you tight.

"he yelled at me." You sniffled quietly after a beat. Hobie's expression perked up when he heard your voice and he smiled softly into your hair. "He yelled at you?" He asked gently.

"Mhmm." you nodded, wiping at your wet, teary eyes before burying your face in his chest. He chuckled softly in response, pulling off his vest and wrapping it around you to hold you even closer, hands settling on your back. "That bastard." He muttered, lips grazing the top of your forehead. "You want me to go piss him off?"

"No." You sniffled again, shaking your head. "He'll just be more mad." You felt the tears welling up in your eyes again and hid your face in his neck, shivering slightly as you began to cry.

"Aww, dove..." He looked as though he might start crying himself as he snuggled you, kicking the door closed with his foot so that the two of you could be in total privacy. "What's going on with you? You don't usually get this worked up over him.

"I don't know." You sobbed, pulling back slightly. He immediately held you tighter, forcing your head back onto his neck. "No, no, it's okay, keep crying. It's okay."

You relaxed against him, letting the tears just fall out as you tried to calm yourself. "Shhh. You're doing good, baby, keeping crying. Let it all out." He cooed, pulling you into his lap and rocking you gently.

As you slowly began to calm down, he cupped your face in his hands, looking into your tear-stained face for the first time. "My poor peng" he cooed again, kissing your forehead and holding you against his chest.

"I'm just so tired of being yelled at, 'Bie." You whispered, closing your eyes again as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"I know, baby, I know" He said gently, laying back against the wall so he could prop you up against him. "Next time he yells at you, you come to me, right? I'll take care of him."

"Okay" you said, mustering up a smile for him as you wiped your wet face again. At seeing this, his expression immediately lit up and he kissed you, holding you close. "Cuz no one yells at my dove. No one." He said again, kissing all over your face, cleaning your face of your tears before nuzzling your neck. "Especially not that dictator wanker."

You giggled, closing your eyes and pulling his warm vest around yourself a little tighter as he held you, rocking you like a baby, back and forth, side to side, whispering in your ear about how much he loves you.

"I love youuu" He teased, "I love you my little doe"

"Doe? You mean dove?" You asked, looking up at him curiously. At this, he just laughed harder, holding your face in his hands. "You know, a doe, a baby deer. You look like a doe with those big, gorgeous eyes of yours"

You shook your head, laughing as he kissed your nose, just barely pressing his lips against the tip before hugging you again.

"My lovely little doe. I'm not gonna let anyone yell at you again, alright?"

"I love you, 'Bie."

He grinned a shit-eating grin, knowing that he'd finally succeeded at cheering you up. "I love you too, darling. More than you'd ever know."

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[dashing-through-ecto]

Who do you think is longer? Baby loop or baby man?

Baby loop is slightly longer.

Baby men Masterpost

[venusandsaturnsrings]

oh venus i love your puppy/foxtaru so much :(( i'm really addicted to it and i need more

think about how pathetic he is when he wants to breed you with his puppies but you refuse him just because you love to tease him and see him so needy and begging <3 he so wants you to have his puppies, he cries and clings to you, wanting to fill you with his cum to the full :(( but you're so cruel to him, you lock him in a kennel and don't let him out until he calms down.

he cries and whines, scrapes the kennel with his claws, he feels so bad. he wants to put his cock in your cunt as soon as possible, and watch with love how it's filled with his puppies. <3 he's so cute

and when you finally let him put his fat cock in your pussy, ah he's in heaven. his soft ears press against his ginger head when he fucks you, ruining your wet cunt. he looks at his cum with such pride when it flows out of your cunt and tells you that he will be the best father for your puppies. and you'll be the best mother <3

i never wanted kids but when i think about it with childe i'm such a fucking whore for him with this damn breeding kink :(((

love you and your writing sm <3

WEHH PUPPYTARU!! :( i am down astronomically bad for him!! he’s so so cute and just wants to put some pups in you!! silly pup just wants to breed!!

puppytaru that just can’t help himself. he tries so hard to be so very good all the time but… when his cock gets hard and leaky he just has to fuck something!! rubs himself on chairs, you, and even the floor if he has to, anything to make his cock stop being so painfully hard. puppy needs to get off and, even more so, needs to breed!! his balls are so tight and full for you so why not let him slip his fat cock in? he’ll even beg if you ask!! but whiny pups don’t get what they want. whiny pups have to go in the kennel until they calm down enough to ask nicely. puppytaru hates it when you usher him in because he knows he’s been bad and he really doesn’t mean to misbehave!! but his cock just needs you so please don’t make him wait too long…

he’s drooling and rutting against the pillows of his kennel when you finally come back to check on him. clothes abandoned elsewhere, his naked cock is leaking all over as he pants with eyes focused on where your cunt rests beneath only the panties you’re wearing. when you get close to let him out his face is already smushed to the grate in hopes of shoving his nose into your pussy. he’s so cute when he gets needy!! give him the go ahead to breed you and he’ll be on you in seconds, tearing off what remains of your clothes in favour of fucking you so earnestly. with fluffy hair and ears pressed into your neck, he’s thanking you through his low grunts as he bends you to the perfect position to take his spend. puppytaru may seem all sweet and sugarcoated but he’s still the same protective dog you deal with everyday so don’t expect him to be gentle!! he’ll bite and scratch until his knot pops inside of you, thick seed filling up your womb. his loads are no joke, he has a lot, so when it leaks out from where his knot rests against your cunt he’s leaning back to grin dumbly and scoop it up with his fingers. anything that spills out if going in your mouth!! he can’t stand to see it wasted :((

when his knot goes down he’ll be nuzzling your tummy and brainstorming names for the litter of pups you’ll be having!!

EHEHEH THANK U FOR LIKING PUPTARU!! he’s so soggy wet and knows nothing but protect mate and breed :3 like all tarus, he’s slinging MEAT and wants to keep you stuffed full!! puppytaru has not only my heart but clearly many other hearts as well. he’s just the cutest!! love u anon thank u for this!! ^u^ <3

[strawbubbysugar]

Apologies for lack of updates loves, take some block man <3

[merakiui]

Alpha vil who will not touch you, will not even give you the tip- just sits there drinking a glass of wine while he siccs rook and epel on you, seeing how much your hole can take

Its abhorrent and meant to shame you but *record scratching noise* why is he so painfully hard? He should be disgusted by all the fluids and sniveling, but suddenly hes upset bc its not his cock ripping you apart

-👠(i sent another ask with this emoji but it was either eaten or not posted which is fine but can i be this emoji please! :D )

Drinking wine and wearing an expensive, luxury robe..... peak Vil behavior. <3 ooooo and the way he's so secretly attracted to you but can't believe he ever would be... he wants you so badly once he realizes you're actually quite beautiful in his eyes, and when Vil sets his sights on something he will work very hard to have it!

Omg and it's usually Rook (and sometimes Epel if he's earned it) who helps with your heats because Vil refuses to come near you when you're in heat (maybe because he just doesn't want to lose himself in your scent, no matter how much he may trust his self-restraint). Rook is just happy to do something for Vil and also to be able to stick his dick in you LOL;;;; but goodness, you whine so much, falling apart in Rook's arms and he isn't even halfway in yet. Vil likes to pretend he could never be envious, but it does irk him when Epel fucks you so sloppily and that still manages to coax a few orgasms from you. Vil can't help thinking Epel's doing it all wrong and his technique is a mess and he's terrible with his control and he goes too fast and... Step aside, Epel, and let him show you how it's done. >:(