#I just woke up dude

[wryoth]

So guys... Kazam and KillerBunnies were both doomed from the start.

I feel like no one ever talks about how similar yet different they are. Clown is much more closed off than Zam is, His actions speaks louder than words and that's why Kab trusted him until Manepear showed the chats because Kab thought that Clown was the type of person to be rational, thinking that Clown has no reason to betray her. But that's the thing with Zam, he comforts Kab, he's there when she's on the lowest part of her life but it feels backhanded because Zam never lets her forget that even if their Goal aligns at times, they will always be different, Zam will always see his reflection OF her when he looks at the mirror because deep inside maybe that's the person he wants to be, to be able to express freely. It's like telling someone that you will BETRAY them if you have to, and that's fine because Zam nor Kab don't owe each other anything but caring isn't enough when you make it known you will never be able to stand on the same side regardless of how broken and desperate you both are for a happy ending.

For me, Zam and Clown are both logical. Clown cares for Kaboodle but it isn't enough for him to try, he doesn't comfort, he gives advice, he teaches her to be self-sufficient because that's the person he wants her to be. Meanwhile Zam is more logical and cares for Kaboodle yet it also isn't enough for him to show it properly, to simply put it, their ways of showing it is both flawed. Zam is the person that Kab thought she wanted in her life because he's different from Clown, the polar opposite, but it won't ever change the fact that she'll always be disposable when the time comes.

They are similar in a way that they care, but it isn't enough to sacrifice themselves for the people they love. They care but they are detached.

To be fair Kab has also done some shit, sometimes people just simply aren't ride or die like her, they don't commit because they're afraid of weakness and maybe that's what Clown feared, that She would be seen as a weakness to him to the other players because if he shows it then people will target her, right? But that's the thing with Kab, her love is pure and she gives the vibes of a villain who would burn down the entire world for you, while Zam is like the hero who would sacrifice you to save the city.

She doesn't need anyone to die for her because she'd gladly die for them because she thinks that it's the only thing she can ever give them, because she can't fight their battles, no? All she can really do is give someone her heart and hope they don't crush it when they find out how much she is. Life steal Kaboodle was just doomed from the start because she cared too much.

But that's the problem, isn't it? If she never cared, she would become someone to be hated, if she cared she would be seen as a weakness, an obstacle in their goals, and that's what makes her so doomed, for me, at least.

Unfortunately, the first step to loving someone is to love yourself.

[lofi-toast]

Wait

WAIT

[seneon]

omg

alright mars WTH is that gif

[whrrlwind]

SHADOW THATS GAY

[doctorsiren]

Day 15 of Sirentober / Doctober

Portal / Lost

Oh Stanley ☹️

Available as a print on my Etsy Shop

[azurechicken]

It is a good thing that the BG3 team is attentive and we get updates all the time, but where does it end? If they are going to continue changing stuff about the game per request, what will be there left of what they envisioned in the first place? Especially for character traits and dialogue, like making them kinder and more likeable, just because there were two more people asking for it and they happened to see it. I just don't want to see characters shift into generic ones just because of a need to respond to everyone's ideas

[catboymoments]

you’re a Christian so I shouldn’t be shocked that you hate Viv, she creates content for queer people and dares to criticize the church and it makes you sooo maaaad

[viehlei]

Man gosho maybe I am too harsh with you sometimes...♡♡♡

[screechingkroh]

Macaque is a sucker for kisses. He acts like he isn't, but he is.

Sometimes, he'll set up these elaborate (and stupid) plans just to get a kiss. He'd purposely let MK get more hits in during training just to get a little smooch from you.

You tell him that he can just ask but he never does that. So you've learnt to just give him kisses whenever. And each time you get to see him melt.

Forehead kisses? He keens at the feeling and rubs his face against your neck after.

Cheek kisses? His cheeks are red and he's trying to suppress this stupid grin. He tries playing it off but you can see how he gets this lovey-dovey look whenever you shower him in kisses.

Lip kisses? Macaque has two types but you'll almost always get the sweet kind. The kind that makes you sigh or giggle into the kiss as he rests his hands on your waist. The kind that has him smiling softly and enjoying the fact that you're there.

He doesn't like making it known that he loves your kisses, but he does. He doesn't enjoy letting people have that dirt on him, but he's okay if it's you.

How often you've got him to do stuff just for a kiss is ridiculous. But it's okay. You're a sucker for kisses, too.

[sequs-art-box]

Holy FUCK dude??.??

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

THIS IS PORN!!!!

[daily-shadow-doodles]

Okay so. JUST SO WE'RE ALL FUCKING CLEAR.

This blog is ran by a transgender person. I personally draw Shadow the Hedgehog as transmasc, as it makes me happy! And I'll be drawing more transfem Shadow on here because it makes transfem people happy.

What we're not going to do is walk up to a trans person and tell them "I support you, but not trans headcanons because [_]". Because if we don't have anything nice to say to people, then we shouldn't say anything at all, okay! We should just keep our traps shut!

I have zero tolerance or remorse for fuckwads like that. And if you want to get pissed because I think transphobes should burn then you can literally go anywhere else but here. This is NOT a safe space for you. ❤️

[shikai-the-storyteller]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SO HE WASNT KIDDING WHEN HE SAID FEBRUARY WOULD BE BIG

[party-dude]

DREAM TEAM

Brain Damage Dude(s) x Reader | Lemon | 18+ | Semi-cuckolding? | double teaming | spit roast | Humiliation | Its gonna get Weird okay? Its Brain Damage! | Ignore if you saw the first one, accidentally posted when I fell asleep lol.

No beta reader u know the drill.

You gotta be fucking kidding...

Dude squints at the sight in front of him. His hands slide under his sunglasses and scrub at his eyes, making sure he's not just seeing things. He opens them and... nope! Still fucking there.

"Ungh! D-Dude!"

It's You! You're laying there on the plush pink bed that just keeps fucking appearing. Bent over with your ass in the air and your head pressed deep into the duvet. Your face twisted into pleasure; eyes rolling and drool leaving a small stain on the bedding below. Dude's eyes rake over the sight, taking it in and letting his body flutter in reaction, but he's not exactly focused much on you at the moment. No.

He's mostly looking at Him.

The bastard who keeps showing up and taunting him at every turn in this stupid dream: The Other Dude.

He's there, behind you, taking you for himself. Fingers digging deep into your hips as he pounds into you. The weathered hospital gown bunched up over his hips, covering anything visual happening underneath but Dude doesn't need to see to know what's happening. The Bastard's not even watching you enjoy the treatment he gives you. He's staring at Dude.

"Oh. Hey there, Dude." Other Dude greets him, sounding unaffected by what he's doing to you and voice laced full with humor. The usual dumb grin plastered on his (handsome) face.

Dude wants to roll his eyes at his voice but that means tearing his eyes away from the scene in front of him. You let out a whine and he feels something stir again.

"About time you showed. I was getting worried you'd miss this!" Other Dude grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging you up to give Dude a better look at your face. Chuckling when you let out a yelp that turns into a moan.

Dude's eyes widen and his mouth drops open; his sunglasses sliding down his nose. He quickly has a thought that this might be venturing onto some fucked up kick he doesn't want to think about right now. The thought of someone else taking you, even if that someone else happens to be a subconscious dick bag version of himself, shouldn't be turning him on this much. He quickly dismisses the thought and grimaces.

"So, what's all this about? Trying extra hard now to be me..?" Dude mentally groans at his lame attempt to rib Other Dude. He's a bit to preoccupied staring at you now, watching you whine and thrash and arch and beg and-

Dude swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. He's definitely hard now, the gown rising a bit in the area.

Other Dude laughs, breath huffing out as he keeps thrusting. "Not at all. Just showing them who The. Real. Dude. Is." He punctuates each word with a thrust, hard and quick. Making your eyes roll; you face plant back into the bedding when he slips his hand out from your hair. Your screams muffled by the bedding and mattress.

Wet sounds of skin and fluid slapping fills the air and Dude's head goes light. It remind him of every filthy porno he's ever seen all at one and his fingers twitch, wanting to touch you for himself. Other Dude chuckles smugly again. "Quite a looker you've got, Dear Dude. Shame they like me more."

Dude frowns now. Getting angry and annoyed at the implication. You turn your head, your eyes meeting his and you whine. A hand slides across the duvet and you reach for him. "Dude! P-Please..?" Butterflies swarm in his stomach and he blushes. Even when you're getting fucked in front of him, you still want him. He quickly, stomps them out. Nope! No Lovey Dovey shit right now. He needs to prove something to a certain Bastard.

"Heh. Right.. That's why even with your cock in them they're still begging for the Real Deal. Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He glances down at you and your pretty, flushed face. You nod, biting a lip to hold back a moan.

Behind you, a frustrated growl comes and a gloved hand connects with your ass, hard. You let out a yelp and Dude's eyes widen, taking a few steps towards you.

"Wanna prove something, Dude?" Other asks, fingers gripping your flesh so hard they leave small crescent marks indented. "Then try it. I'll still have them screaming for me while they choke on your cock. I promise."

Dude, never one to back down from a challenge, (especially one this hot and depraved) sniggers and nods. "You're on, Asshole."

He steps forward. Taking his position in front of you. Other leans back, slowing his movements, so you can rise on shaky arms to greet Dude. You look destroyed, face running with tears and drool and sweat. Dude smirks, sliding a hand to your cheek.

"Hey there, Beautiful. Ready to put on a show for this prick? Show 'em who you really belong to?"

You swallow; lips parting and breath panting. Excited to finally have him, you nod quickly. He smirks, reaching behind the gown; undoing the ties. Letting it fall into a fabric puddle at his bunny slippered feet. Other Dude laughs loudly, causing Dude to raise an eyebrow.

"That's it? Yeesh! No wonder they've been cock drunk! That's all they have to work with!" Other falls forward, giggling and using you for support. You yelp at the weight and your arms nearly give. "Go on! Tell him! Tell him how small it is!" Other slaps at you, egging you on to degrade and humiliate. You blink at the order and you hesitate. Turning your head to look at him in question. You don't get far as he snatches out, grabbing your hair like reigns and pulling you back, forcing you to stare straight ahead at Dude. "Tell him."

You lock with Dude's eyes and swallow again. Voice coming out meek and shaky. "I-It's small!"

Dude hates how his cock twitches at the words, precum leaking from out his tip. Other notices and laughs again, the humiliation building under Dude's skin further. Other Dude drops your head, letting you fall forward again.

"Get on with it, We all know I'm winning anyway."

Dude rolls his eyes, turning his attention back towards you. You reach up, grabbing his cock and taking it into your mouth. You barely even get adjusted before Other Dude starts fucking you again, thrusting up into you rough and hard. You gasp and moan around Dude's cock, getting pushed onto it deeper. You gag and Dude groans.

He takes your hair into his hands like a handle and holds you steady. Fucking your face. Other Dude bucks and grinds and finally, finally, finds the spot to make you roll your eyes and whine. Both Dudes whine at the noise at the same time and their movements sputter.

Dude looks down at you, his sunglasses sliding down his sweat slicked face now. He takes in your appearance again and smirks, realization crossing him. Looking up at the Other, he speaks. "They're close."

Other nods in acknowledgement and his face breaks out into a dark grin. Giggles spilling from his throat as he keeps up the pace. Watching your ass jiggle and smack against his hips.

Dude pulls his cock from your throat, stroking himself. "Let me finish on that pretty face, yeah?" His voice, low and gruff, makes you whine.

"Fuck! Dude! I-I'm close!" Your eyes screw shut and you finish hard against Others cock. His eyebrows rise, groaning something depraved at the release and he pulls out once you finish. Stroking himself off. Each Dude lets out a groan at your despertate noises and they finish in tandem. Dude painting your face; Other releasing along your lower back.

Other Dude groans and falls backwards onto the bed. His gown falling back down to cover him fully again. His arm comes up to cover his face. Your arms finally give and you slump forward into the plush comforter, face sideways to prevent Dude's spent from squishing everywhere. Dude somehow manages to stay upright, head tilted upwards with his eyes screwed shut and face flushed. You're all three huffing for air and coming down.

Dude is the first to break the silence. "I win."

Other Dude's head snaps upwards. Hand slamming down onto the space next to him, brows twisted with frustration and anger. "No. Way. You didn't feel how they were clenching down around me!"

Dude chuckles and shrugs. "And you couldn't see how they were looking at me. Practically worshipping me."

Other snarls and suddenly rises to his unsteady legs and lunges at Dude, pulling him down into the ground. They roll around and fight, throwing punches at each other, like siblings fighting over a favorite toy. Arguing all the while about who you favored more.

You sigh at the sight and wipe your face with one of the sheets, cleaning yourself up. Grumbling to yourself.

"This dream fucking sucks."

[yanderespamton78]

rb and put in tags the name of the stuffed toy(s) you sleep with

[duckapus]

You know, considering his Whole Thing is Time, you'd think Mephiles would understand why Shadow has "forgotten" him twice. And yet he's still genuinely offended by it, cause like, how dare his arch-nemesis be a Mortal who can only experience time linearly, right?