#🧷 anon

[itsrlymine]

hi again it's 🧷!

the last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. i laughed. i cried. i peed myself. but im a person who likes a little journey. i've been affirming my ass off bc that's what works for me and i'm already feeling so much more control and better about myself. so thank u for the reality check.

also i have some successes....

yesterday, i thought i had a uti bc a girl keeps drinking apple cider cocktails i fear. it's just too good and it’s the holidays. 😫😭 but i kept telling myself i don't have one bc no way am i dealing with antibiotics (and no me time) for 2 weeks. and when i went to urgent care bc i still was a bit anxious in the 3D yk how it is. but guess WHAT. I WAS NEGATIVE 🤩. so that was cool. and they gave me stickers even though im like 20 which was very sweet LOL.

also today, i manifested that the type of pasta i needed for thanksgiving wasn't gone. bc if ur on tiktok and you've seen tini's mac and cheese recipe. the stores r sold OUT of cellentani shaped pasta... and i live in a big city.... so i made my sister go out and get 2 boxes on her way home from her rural ass college and she texts me like "hey you'll never believe this there were 2 boxes left all the way at the back of the shelf where no one would see them" and i was like😮‼️

but omg i'm like. wow!!! yay!!! all it took was a decision!!! i'm still learning to trust myself but i'm never turning back again. i'm embracing my title as queen god boss bitch of reality, and that even when i have off days it doesn’t mean bad things bc shit always works in my favor no matter what!!

All it takes is a decision!!!!! Yes babe like wtf lke this is so easy for you bc it is you!!! I love these successes of yours babe. You better keep drinking them apple cider cocktails. Lemme get one rq actually.

Health, appearance, food, getting people to do what you want.... All these "types" of manifestations are easy bc they are all the same!! There is only one way to get what you want and that is by accepting you have it. period.

This is amazing and I'm so proud of you babe!!!

[fawndollie]

hey could u do black, white, and red pixels? or rawtime themed ! -🧷

love rawtime, thought these gave off a similar vibe ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Transferring hearts is an extremely painful process, even if a Lifestealer chooses to withdraw it themself. Different members treat this pain a different way:

-Ash absolutely refuses to withdraw any of his hearts. Not for deals, not for allies, nothing. The only person he would ever think to put himself through that pain for is Red, and he would do it without hesitation. Luckily, that issue has never come up.

-Both Parrot and Spoke refuse to withdraw hearts in front of anyone. If they need to do it for a deal they’ll have the hearts withdrawn beforehand, and if an ally needs them the hearts will discreetly show up in a chest somewhere at their base.

-Zam and FlameFrags will try to exaggerate the pain so that their allies feel bad about asking them for hearts. Most of the time it’s sure to get them their hearts back, and if it doesn’t, they’ll yell at the person they gave them to about “You’re not going to repay me when I went through so much pain for you?”

-Clown and Kab will show the pain it causes them, not for the same reasons as Zam and Flame, but because they’re human too. Pain is human, and there’s nothing embarrassing about showing that. It makes people more scared of them because they not only have to be physically strong to handle the pain, but mentally strong to show that pain and not be embarrassed by it.

-Spepticle, Red, and 4C all go full slime mode. They will literally melt.

-Mapicc will throw the nearest object. He’s thrown his sword, shield, even a bucket of lava (that one did not turn out well) in any given direction, and it’s gotten to the point where he keeps snowballs and slimeballs on him at all times so that he doesn’t accidentally damage something important.

-Jumper will clench her fists to the point where her nails dig into her palms and draw blood. The pain in her palms distracts here from the rest of the pain.

-Branzy doesn’t flinch, which you wouldn’t expect from the “weakest” member of Lifesteal. However, he’s gotten killed/had to withdraw hearts so often that it just doesn’t phase him anymore.

-🧷 anon

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[robofangedpuppy]

i think a pack of ftm doms would suit you nicely, the overwhelming praise as you dont know which sensation to focus on.

-🧷

Blushing a ton over this ugh :( you’re so mean to make me think about this right now and riling me up. I love being overwhelmed with sensations and praise until my brain just shuts off. Having an audience and being pampered by a pack of you all sounds so lovely. You’ll all have to get me to behave first, though. Good luck with that. I’m sure you’ll all just try to be so tough while trying to get me to belong to you all, huh?

[bellysoupset]

HI QUESTION

You may have answered this already but what does the bestest baby darling sweet angel girl look like?

JD, that is 👀 (Though Wendy is a very close second in terms of bestest baby darling sweet angel girl)

🧷

Aye pin, sup??

I don't think I have actually! JD looks like this now:

but when they first rescued her she looked like this:

She's a white bengal, but most of her spots now are on her paws and tail

[crushedsweets]

i kinda feel like Toby would just forget to eat and someone (probably Nat, Nina, or Tim n Brian maybe) would have to remind him like "bro did you eat today??" cuz he forgetz 😛

-🧷

absolutely canon, but also he'd totally overeat too. like just have a whole ass pizza to himself and then some fries and half a liter of soda.

sometimes he forgets to eat or is way too lazy to cook and they'll see him stumbling or just standing blankly after standing up too fast (bros seeing stars) and theyll realize he needs to eat. but he's always sure to eat if he has to go on a mission or smth.

[goblinontour]

alex's tummy supremacy.

https://pin.it/5ISLB67zm - https://pin.it/2Oh3d41Nv - https://pin.it/37vn35Gq8 - https://pin.it/eIzquPbTz sniffsniffsniffbitebitebite

the way i feel about those pictures would have gotten me diagnosed with hysteria on the nhs, i'm being deadly serious lol

also i've recently developed an obsession with his legs ( https://pin.it/4Zae0sGzy this pic's fault lmao) which is a very rare sighting btw !!!! like, im the biggest defender of his early 70's european mafia guy style BUT ohmygod i desperately need to see him at his home wearing just some football's team shorts and a hoodie pleasepleaseplease 😭😭😭

-🧷

pics

yes i am obsessed.

also his back

so soft🥺

and those football pics are insane his legs are so whwhsjjakqiqiw i want him to smother me w them when i suck him off or i ve been thinking about this for some time, him sitting on your face stuffing u with his cock hello pls…

[our-t4t-experience]

me and crush

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YEAHHHHH

[kaionyx]

I only found your blog pretty recently but so happy I did hdbebddbdb makes me feel so yippe

can I be 🧷 if it's not taken

Aw glad you like it so much, welcome to my blog sweetheart.

[dontmakemerightx]

first time asker mm teensy bit nervous but im excited to talk ／(≧ ᆺ ≦)＼

— 🧷 <3

Welcome here, sweetheart ♡

[itsrlymine]

hi ig i’m going to call myself 🧷 sorry if this is a dumbass question lmfao

i was wondering if you had any advice for not getting triggered by the 3D, especially for beginners? bc like i was reading your posts like talk ur shit gf i agree the 3D is also a part of me. but it’s like brooo im so used to being upset and anxious and im working on myself to get out of that victim state but its like atp where i have panic attacks over unfavorable shit that happens in the 3D. and i’m trying to be like oh that’s not true but i just get so overwhelmed by that and intrusive thoughts.

so i was just wondering how you calm urself down if ur ever feeling like “blahhh wahhh 😢 what the fuck” yk what i mean 😭 bc ig we r all human and it’s normal to have a reaction to things we see and hear.

hello 🧷. firstly, stop calling yourself a beginner. you aren't. you've been manifesting your whole life. you are a master at manifesting already.

so even when i feel negative thoughts arising, i let them pass and reclaim what is actually going on. i don't let myself ruminate on things i don't want to experience bc that's what creates them. i think about what i am now experiencing and force myself to think about something else. i quite my mind and say what outcome i want. that's how i get over any "feelings." i also remind myself that they don't matter, i do.

you can also decide you don't get overwhelmed by intrusive thoughts and you will literally see that you don't anymore. hope that helps.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Ashswag isn’t actually taller than Reddoons. He puts foam in his shoes to make himself taller, and had threatened anyone who found out with their hearts to keep quiet about it.

The day Red found out after removing Ash’s shoes for him due to an infected wound, he made him stand next to him and laughed when he could see over his head.

The actual conversation:

Red: “Shorty”

Ash: “Did you just call me shawty?”

-🧷 anon

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[but-a-pretty-vulture]

(he/him) (puppy/baby boy) Mommy, could I fuck you when you sleep? I promise I can try and be quiet but it's just so hard when I'm buried in your pussy... I always take so LONG to cum but I NEED it so bad. I'm so desperate and horny that I just can't wait until you're awake, wanna hump your pussy and fill you up all nice n thick n full so you can wake up real nice in the morning. - 🧷 Anon

(Oh, I know exactly who this is!! 😊)

Awww, my sweet little puppy. So good to me. I adore the idea of being fucked awake, waking to my pussy filled and stretched around your cock. Making me ache.

Of course, you don't get to cum until I'm awake to give you permission.

But after you cum, you don't get to stop until I'm satisfied. I want all of it - you want to breed Mommy don't you? Rock up inside until you can't think about anything else but cumming?

Till you wanna stay inside me forever, pumping me full all the time like the good pet you are?

Mommy would love that. ❤

× Vulture ×

[bellysoupset]

SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3

the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh

thank u sm i love u

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And 🧷 asked:

HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead) (And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷

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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.

Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-

"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.

"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."

"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"

"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?

"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.

"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."

She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.

Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.

He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.

Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."

"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.

"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."

Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."

Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.

"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"

"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."

"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.

"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."

"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.

"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."

Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.

Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.

"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.

The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...

"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.

"Dr. Banks-"

"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"

"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.

"Dr. Marshall?"

Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."

"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"

"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."

"Which side?"

"West wing-"

"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.

There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.

It was empty.

Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.

There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.

"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"

"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.

He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.

"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"

"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.

"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.

"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."

They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.

"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.

He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.

"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.

Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.

"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.

"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."

She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...

She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.

Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.

As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.

"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.

He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.

"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.

"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.

Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.

He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.

"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"

"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"

"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"

"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."

"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.

"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.

"Wendy!"

Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"

"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."

"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."

"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.

"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."

"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."

"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."

"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."

As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"

She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."

"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.

"Yes, she threw up earlier-"

"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."

"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.

Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.

A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."

"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."

Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"

"Yes-"

"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"

"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."

It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.

"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.

"Let go of me."

"Thanks again, man."

"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."

"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."

Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."

[crushedsweets]

what silly socks do u think the creeps would wear

(only asking this cuz i have Freddy Fazbear socks on rn)

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oh my god anon ur a genius ok

tim and brian just wear basic hanes socks. brian would actively try to wear black ones, tim doesnt care. theyre all socks

tobys socks never fucking match. theyll be whole different lengths too. he doesnt care as long as they cover the ankles, finds it uncomfy if his ankles r out. brian got him a lot of joke-socks (weed socks, dog print, etc) so he'll cycle through those too

kates socks have holes in them sorry not sorry. probably just basic ankle socks for a while till tim buys her some hanes. LMFAO something 'sturdier' he says.. for the cold

clocky usually wears quarter ankle-mid calf socks cuz she's usually in boots and doesnt like the feeling of the leather just straight on her skin. no crazy patterns, prefers matching

beforehand, jack would wear socks with goofy patterns cuz his little siblings thought they were funny. it was kind of a running gag in his family that he was always wearing socks with a pattern. now he just wears whatever is comfortable...

sally only wears bobby socks. only

ben also wears bobby socks..... but NO FRILLS. NO FRILLS. just the cuff. it kinda came with the whole outfit..

nina loves knee high and thigh high socks. usually in tights of some sort too. stripes, stars, hearts, torn up, black, white, glittery. loves leg warmers too

jeff just wears whatever the hell he has but he also doesnt want pattern socks cuz he thinks he'll look like a pussy... LMFAO..... also mismatched a lot

jane wears thick tights most days, but enjoys a simple ankle sock . . . in black, of course

liu is also in basic hanes. nothing special at all

post-death ann doesnt have socks cuz the guy who killed her didnt put socks on her when dressing her up

lulu also doesnt have socks cuz she died w/o them

[goblinontour]

BACK BACK BACK I LOVE HIS BACK

https://pin.it/1jH1D94WU this pic used to have me on a chokehold lol he's a crazy insane slut

and him sitting on ur face and making u suck him off is so fetus alex in my mind, i really can't explain why i imagine him but it makes so much sense agh he'd go so deep and tease u about gagging i just want him to choke me between his legs i'm so sorry

also his martial arts era 😫🤭

https://pin.it/mwy6RUGXP

he can muay-thai the shit out of me whenever he wants to 🤭

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yesss so fetus al in my mind too he just wants to feel so in control y’know and his thighs and legs were to die foooooor. him squeezing you in so hard you cant even hear him properly from how his skin’s pressing up against your ears. and it being the first time he’s in that position so it feels different and special to him how he can feel the ridges on the roof of your mouth as he’s going in.

MARTIAL ARTS ERA

he can kick me. i’d say thank you.

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and i’ll add some more just because😊