#Copper animal crossing

[spanishyumejoshi]

Animal crossing f/os headcanons part 1

[stickeriffic]

どうぶつの森 15年目のもりもりスタンプ

どうぶつの森スタンプ第2弾は、15年目を迎えたシリーズ歴代の住民が大集合！全て描き下ろしイラストです。あなたのお気に入りのどうぶつも見つかりますように！

[retrogamingblog2]

[ninebaalart]

Talus Trove [Vol 4.]

I keep coming up with ideas for new Taluses, although this batch had to get a bit more creative than just combining them with Minecraft blocks.

We have the Copper Talus, Sculk Talus, Resin Talus, Fossil Talus, Staltalus, and Obsidian Talus this time around!

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This is the FINAL ROUND of determining the least popular special NPC. The one with the most votes will be crowned ultimate least popular, and will go up against the least popular villager on June 16th.

[killerinstinctgold]

[ifaniscool]

IFAN ART BACKLOG TIME‼️

first drawing is just a simple doodle of Crash I did that I like a lot :]

next is this doodle I did for my gc when we went to watch Sonic Movie 3 (good movie btw)

lastly is some Animal Crossing characters from memory cuz I recently got the OG game on GameCube

[kawaiipussy]

Your favorite cat girl

🧶 🐈‍⬛ 🍑 🧡

[suspenz]

My webfishing doge

[old-nintendo-wallpapers]

Wallpapers offered in the Create section of The Crossing Guardian on animal-crossing.com from around June 22nd, 2003 to August 31st, 2012 (link). These are four wallpapers in a 1024x768 resolution.

[tachicola]

the only blue i back

[rankohoshino]

[grimvestige]

🐰🙃🌿🐸

🐰- What do I think says the most about a person? HMMM. I think how they interact with animals & other small creatures! I do not trust someone if they yell at a pet when they misbehave, straight up. Like that little guy just doesn't know! He can't speak english! Or like being needlessly cruel or dismissive to small creatures. Like yeah bees & wasps suck, but they're also important pollinators.

🙃 - OH GOD ANOTHER WEIRD FACT. UH. THE HELLSING MANGA CAME OUT AT A RATE OF ABOUT ONE VOLUME PER YEAR. KOHTA HIRANO IS A VERY SLOW ARTIST.

🌿 - My favorite outfit I think is actually one of my halloween costumes/cosplays of my D&D character Caedrinn! I get to wear a long grey blouse + black tunic with leather segments + black corset with combat boots, and a big black swooshy cloak with gold colored fabric on the inside! Plus black leather vambraces! It's my favorite because honestly it just gives me lots of gender euphoria any time I get to wear it, usually to renn faires when I go. It's not exactly accurate to his design, but it's close enough that it makes me happy!

🐸 - I feel like I don't really have my own distinct aesthetic because it changes with my mood & the season! I tend to be pretty into fantasy stuff & horror, but enjoy the calm vibes of nature themed stuff with lots of dark browns and greens when it comes to my space. And then sometimes I just slap anime and game and D&D stuff in there because it makes me happy to look at LMAO

[stardustwhip]

They are so totally boyfriends!

Someone agree with me that they are boyfriends.

[cryobabiess]

Pairing: Emperor Caracalla x concubine!reader

Summary: After a public tantrum at a senator's gathering, Geta sends Caracalla's most beloved concubine to comfort his mad brother. Tags: hurt/comfort, slightly NSFW, implied/mentioned sex, Caracalla has serious mommy issues, nipple play, breastfeeding :/ (sorry), short fic, Caracalla is obsessed with your big naturals I guess idk AN: I'm not sure if there's any Otessa Moshfegh enjoyers out there, but this lil mini fic is inspired by Lapvona. Caracalla's man-child vibe reminded me of Merek, so naturally I had to write the most strange and off-putting fic to satisfy my weird-girl impulses. Enjoy, freaks!

Hurt by his brother’s callous words, the divine emperor Caracalla had fled the senator’s banquet in a fit of rage. It only takes a single tense glance from Emperor Geta for you to receive his silent command to follow after his mad brother. It does not take long to find him.

Like always, he hides away under a golden table tucked in the far corner of the throne room. His sniveling echoes off the tall marble walls. You slowly approach his curled up form, as if not to startle a wild hare.

“Caracalla. You must come out now.” You call his name softly.

“I will not.” He croaks through his tears, turning his back towards you. With a sigh, you sink to your knees, extending your open arms towards him.

You wait for Caracalla to find his sense. After a few moments, He finally turns to you to reveal his face—pale, rosy, and wet.

“Has brother sent you to scold me? I am no child!” Spite coats his words. You smile at the absurdity. He could order your head on a pike if he so pleased, but prefers for you to indulge his brooding. A god-king with the whims of a spurned child.

“No, I do not seek to scold, little prince. Come now, so that I may hold you.”

And with that, the emperor crawls to you.

He settles into your arms and you cradle his torso, the luxurious fabric of his ornate robes pooling at your lap. His cheek rests atop your bosom like a newborn babe—he weeps like one too.

“It is unjust! Brother always has the last word, yet I am eldest!” Caracalla laments, his tears wet the bodice of your stola.

You use your free hand to smooth tendrils of copper hair away from his damp face. A tantrum of this magnitude was not uncommon for the young emperor, though you often wondered how a man could display such behaviors at the age of twenty and one. Caracalla was distinctly tender, despite his blood lust. His ego was delicate, easily wounded by Geta’s pragmatism and rigid sensibility.

“He wishes to be rid of me, I know it.” He sniffles, his hand reaching to fiddle with the pendant resting at the base of your neck. You smile softly despite growing weary of this routine.

“Don’t be without reason, mea dulcis. You are invaluable to Rome and all her subjects. Geta speaks without tact when he is cross. You must know this too, hmm?”

Caracalla thinks for a moment, brows knitting together in contemplation.

“He is unkind. It should have been him to suffer in the womb, not I.”

You can’t help but laugh at his juvenile description of his brother's malicious cruelty. Frustration flashes across Caracalla’s face as water threatens to brim his eyes again.

“Peace, my lamb. No more tears.” You coo, using a thumb to swipe away at the wetness—but it is too late. Your laughter invited a new wave of angry tears. He buries his face in your breasts, jeweled fingers dragging down the fabric of your stola. His mouth quickly finds your nipple. You hiss, resisting the urge to pull him away from your flesh.

It brings the emperor great comfort to suckle you. Geta had explained Caracalla’s affliction once before.

“Our own mother denied him her breast; she believed him to be cursed. Perhaps he held on to that trangression. He called for a wet nurse until the age of ten and two. My brother has always suffered from madness, you see.”

You had taken prior notice of this habit. After he fucks you like an animal in heat, he often drifts back to your tit, lazily sucking and nibbling until sleep takes him. You thought nothing of it until emperor Geta revealed it’s cause to you.

And though you had no milk to bear, tranquility came over the man as if he had been fed. Eyes closed and breath even, he plays with a tendril of your hair as he rolls your swollen nipple in his hot mouth—lost in bliss. It is odd, but you pity him. With his lips so flush against you and his expression finally at peace, one could forget the madness, the carnage, the rage.

Sometime later, Caracalla regains his composure, standing straight with his shoulders back, returning to a proud and stately posture. He crudely wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand.

“You will attend to me in my chambers tonight.” He commands before returning to the festivities.

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This is round 3 of determining the least popular special NPC. The one with the least votes will move on.