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There could be three if they got into each other's chocolate factories
Y’ALL THERE’S A CHOCOLATE GUY IN CHINA TOO
His name is Kris Zhaokai (kris_zhaokai on Xiaohongshu/Red Note) and his creations are incredible
Imagine what he and Amaury Guichon could create together terrifying
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i forgot to post my take on bill cipher miku
#hatsune miku#kagamine rin#vocaloid#gravity falls#bill cipher#art#my art#i only drew this because i wanted billford mikurin#im not sorry
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Cheers to Zoro's best outfit to date 👾
#my art#one piece#zoro#roronoa zoro#fanart#art#egghead#hes so handsome#im not sorry#leoandreeda#I did retrieve this from an old folder i had in Autodesk sketchbook#the sketch had a different expression but who cares lol#kinda old (like almost everything i post)
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I've heard this a couple times now and all I see in my head is
Pfff I'm so sorry
big fan of "one william" as a quantity. keep it up
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attention all bg3 players who have also played any dragon age game!! (which is probably everyone, let’s be real)
im conducting an experiment, so if everyone could please reblog with their romance choices for both games
regards
#i shall go first#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#cullen rutherford#im not sorry#also#dorian pavus#i haven’t played origins yet sorry y’all#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur’s gate 3#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age inquisition#da:o#dai#da: origins#da: inquisition#da2
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mafia san! always gets what he wants btw, especially when it comes to playing with his favorite toy ♡
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“Look at me, baby, yeah, like that,” San whispers down to you, his breathy voice hardly reaching you past the sound of the loud, crackling fire blazing away behind you within the lavish living room of the estate, though you’re far too focused on the shlick sounds of San’s hand rubbing eagerly along his stiff, dripping cock to really hear what he’s saying to you. He presses a finger into the underside of your chin, tilting it up. “You look like you want something, princess. Use your words, will you?”
“I want to touch you, sir, please let me?” you ask, not even recognizing your own pathetic voice. When did you get this desperate for someone as dangerous as Choi San, the trusted head of the Park Estate? Your legs and feet start to grow numb underneath you from being in that same position for so long, encouraging you to lean forward, resting your head against his bare thigh, your eyes wide and full of need, feeling his muscles contract underneath your cheek as he tossed his head back, his fingers squeezing around the base of his throbbing erection. “I’ll be good, sir, I promise…”
Growing hotter by the second from the raging fire nearby and his pretty plaything quite literally begging on her knees just to put her hands on him, San opened up his heavy fur coat to expose the entirety of his naked body, his pretty tan skin glowing underneath the low light of the room. He gave you a smug sideways smile, angling his cock down to lightly smack it against your heated cheek, making you gasp. “Be good and spit on my cock, then, princess.”
Swallowing down the rest of your dignity, you pursed your lips, letting a few strings of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock, watching him eagerly lube it up, your cunt pulsating like it had its own heartbeat. His curved length was thick and heavy inside San’s slick hand, decorated with prominent veins that all led to the reddened, shiny tip. Your blushing face was mere inches away from it, admiring the way San continued to pleasure himself, from gripping at his swollen balls to running his fingers over one of his perked nipples. Not being able to do anything was simultaneously killing you inside but keeping the fire lit inside your core, and San knew that. That’s why he controlled you in this way.
“Does my pretty doll want to be even prettier for me? Hm? Does she want to be a good toy for me?” San hummed out in between heavy breaths, a few drops of sweat falling off of his jaw and wetting the fur of his coat, all the while thick beads of pre-cum pooled out of his slit and dripped down the swollen head of his cock.
“Yes, please,” you voiced desperately, your dilated eyes flitting from his pulsing cock to his fiery gaze, tears starting to blind your vision from how bad you wanted to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue, drool escaping from your parted lips.
Chuckling softly at you, he reached down to slip his fingers into your hair, tugging you towards him just as his moans began to grow louder, taking his time as he painted your beautifully pitiful face with his hot load, making sure not to miss your glistening lips, smearing the last few dribbles of cum over them to finally give you a taste. That’s all it took for you to shudder and fall completely apart before him, falling forward into his bare lap, your mind spinning. You really were his toy, operating only for his own pleasure, which in turn had become your own, somewhere along the way.
San’s eyes resembled crescent moons, his smile only growing wider. He had molded you into the perfect pet.
“That’s my good slut. Now, it’s time to bend over and take what I give you.”
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© kitten4sannie, 2024.
#IM NOT SORRY#TAKE IT UP WITH MY LAWYER#ateez#ateez san#choi san#ateez smut#san smut#ateez x reader#san x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez hard hours
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Discovering heartbeat
#thats so stupid#im not sorry#art#sketch#benrey#benry#hlvrai benry#hlvrai benrey#hlvrai#gordon feetman#hlvrai gordon#frenrey#gordon freeman
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Never let them know your next move
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#art#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#crossover#tmnt crossover#tmnt 2003#tmnt 2003 shredder#tmnt ch’rell#tmnt shredder#tmnt 2003 ch’rell#rottmnt krang#rottmnt kraang prime#rottmnt krang leader#tmnt krang#tmnt krang one#tmnt krell#krell#toxic alien yaoi#wait#toxic old alien yaoi#sketch#eyestrain#gay#im not sorry#figured itd be easier to explain away rottmnt krang ending up in 2003 ;)#tmnt krang x ch’rell#krang x ch’rell
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uhm, hear me out. What if what if what if, beast! Fem skk
i hear you
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#ask iztea#iztea draws#bsd#fem skk#skk#dazai bsd#chuuya bsd#femzai#fem chuuya#bsd beast#im not sorry#bungou stray dogs#skk comic#soukouku#fem soukoku
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I won't be stopping the memes. I won't.
#im not sorry#he is such a nervous dog#joseph quinn#joe quinn#lupita nyong'o#a quiet place#a quiet place day one#aqp#eddie munson#stranger things#hoard#gladiator
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Just Amanda
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This is a stupid inside joke from the bunnydoll server, and i will not elaborate, nor apologize
@justtheclippy all is now Amanda Join the Amandacult
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#amanda hufford#bunnydoll#ddlc#just monika#just amanda#justtheclippy#im not sorry#today was historical#funniest shit going on rn
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Batboy Reflects
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Danny sat on the roof staring at the starless sky. It had been a long night.
He had considered leaving this dimension. Not because he hated it here but the way he saw it he didn't hate it yet.
It had its ups and downs but its starting to feel too familiar. He had new friends, new family, and people who are far to concerned with what he was.
Something Danny didn't know how to answer. He knew deep down Dick was concerned and that he had so many questions. Questions Danny did not want to answer.
He didn't want to think about his role or title. He didn't want to think about his past. He didn't want to talk about how lonely he felt.
No one understood what this was like. How malleable this body was. How a single thought or feeling can make it shift uncontrollably. Shifting isn't painless or easy. Imagine trying to rewrite how your brain works along with your body. It is draining.
Danny did what Clockwork taught him and stuck to limited shifts, only doing 2 to 3 forms. Still, it feels like he's getting nowhere. And now he knows he did it wrong. But these damn wings won't change!
Danny hates it. He hates himself. Why can't he get anything right?! What's wrong with him?!
WHY CAN'T EVERYTHING JUST WORK?!
Can't it just be simple?
can't it just...stop?
"Dan?" It was Dick's voice, "Are you trying to..."
Danny felt like something was stabbing through him at that name. His head hurt. His eyes burned. He looked at Dick who looked so shocked and horrified. Like he saw a monster.
Danny looked at his hands, scarred and burned. Just like before.
Tears streamed down his face as he moved to cover it from view.
"DONT LOOK AT ME!" Danny screamed.
All he could think of was Jazz's face the last time he saw her. The way she sobbed and screamed as she held him. The pain he felt when he felt her emotions radiating off her.
Danny panicked. His heart thundered in his chest so hard it banged against his stomach making him feel sick.
He disappeared.
#im not sorry#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#nightwing#dick grayson
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Perfume
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Gojo Satoru has been standing in a perfume shop for the better part of half an hour now, looking for a specific bottle. He carefully scans the shelves, cerulean eyes searching through the different labels carefully, and still he can't find it. A pout crosses his face, and he hums in dissatisfaction. Maybe they've stopped selling it? Surely not...
"Hi sir! Can I help you find something?" The sound of a shop assistant interrupts his thoughts, and he turns to find an older lady in a store uniform, smiling up at him. She'd noticed him from afar, the tall man carrying a bouquet three times the size of his head in one arm and about a dozen gift bags in the other- he was hard to miss. Now, her gaze lands on the golden band on the ring finger of his left hand, and she attempts to connect the dots. "Is it an anniversary?"
Satoru shakes his head, a proud grin replacing his earlier pout. "Nah, I don't need a special occasion to surprise my wife - though I have forgotten the name of her favourite perfume..."
"It happens all the time!" The lady reassures him. "Could you describe the scent?"
Satoru hums. "Well... its like... watching the sunset, or being embraced by warmth, or thousands of compliments, and butterflies in your stomach.."
"I..." The shop assistant nods along, trying to help despite the fact that he's describing concepts rather than scents. Not to mention he isn't making much sense.
"Wait- actually I think I have a picture." Satoru takes his phone out and the shop assistant visibly relaxes. She takes one look at the picture he shows her, already knowing where to find the particular bottle. "She has good taste.."
"Don't I know it." Satoru grins more. He purchases the bottle, watching as the shop assistant carefully wraps it and places it in a gift bag with a nice little bow. He thanks the lady before leaving the shop, satisfied with the amount of gifts he's purchased today.
The sun is already low in the sky, and day will soon turn to night, but Satoru's day is far from over. He walks with a bounce in his step, whistling to himself and earning the attention of everyone who passes him by. But he doesn't pay them any mind, he's on a mission after all. The one he loves is waiting.
This route is familiar to him, so he isn't paying much attention. His mind replays the days events instead, from teaching classes to fighting curses, to his impromptu shopping trip. Around him, blossoms have started to grow on the trees. It'll be spring soon, longer days and warmer weather, a sign of new begins and good things to come.. right?
Its dusk by the time he reaches the room.
"Hey Angel, I'm sorry I took so long today."
He places the huge bouquet of flowers in a vase on the windowsill, next to the many other floral arrangements he's bought this week- it's starting to look like a florist shop in here, but you've always liked flowers so he doesn't care much. The more the better.
"You'll never believe what happened today. Get this, I walked into class, ready to teach the first years. Only they weren't there. Turns out all of them overslept." He chuckles, taking a seat. He places the various gift bags next to the chair. "I guess it's not too surprising, given there's only three of them. But it was funny listening to the three of them running down the hallway..."
But he gets no response. You're laying on the bed in front of him, resplendent as a painting, bathed in the golden light from the window. Like a sleeping doll. Just within reach yet so far away.
It has been two months. Two months since he'd heard your voice, or seen you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. Two months since you had been sent on a mission against that strange cursed spirit, only to go missing for two days, and when they'd found you.. you'd looked just like this. Completely unharmed but unresponsive. Not a scratch on your frame, but refusing to wake up.
Nobody knew what had happened to you. And the cursed spirit had vanished. Perhaps you'd exorcised it. After all it's not natural for a curse to leave a victim unharmed and flee, especially without a trace. But then why weren't you waking up?
He was told talking to you would help. So that's what he does. It's all he can do.
"They opened a new bakery near our place. Thought I think I'll wait for you, so we can go together. Don't make me wait too long, yeah?"
Satoru comes every day, as evidenced by all the flowers and cards and gifts. When you wake up, he wants you to be surrounded by things you love, things that make you happy. You've always loved flowers.
If he's not here, or working, he spends every free moment trying to track down the curse. Or figure out what happened, some way to bring you back. Goodness knows he's tried it all.
He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, reminding himself you're still alive. At least some part of you is still here, with him.
"You know.." his expression relaxes, eyes finally showing the sadness he's so desperately been trying to hide. "It's hard without you. The students miss you, and I do too, we're all worried about you..." he sighs.
"But don't worry about that, okay? Focus on getting better. Come back to me."
Satoru spends a few more hours here, telling you about his day, making a few jokes here and there, and filling you into the most recent episodes of the show you love. His voice fills the quiet room, and he tries to imagine what you might say if you were awake.
It's early morning by the time he leaves reluctantly, but work will start up again soon, and he has to get at least some sleep because he knows you'd be mad if you knew he wasn't resting. He leaves the gifts by your bedside. All except one bag, the small one with the little bow on the top. That one was actually a present for him.
Later, when he gets home, he'll spray a little on your side of the bed. That way, at least you'll appear in his dreams.
Seasonal depression has hit me like a truck this year. So now everyone else must suffer too. 😈
Pt 2 Pt 3
I hope you all enjoyed the angst! As usual this is not proofread, please don't point out my mistakes I'll cry.
Thank you for reading 🩵
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a noodle (neru doodle)
#kasane teto#akita neru#vocaloid#utau#fanloid#tetoneru#neruteto#triple baka#(minus miku LMAO)#i actually didnt ship them before this doodle#but now i do...#miku is their third wheel btw#she misses rin whenever she hangs out with them#tbh she misses rin all the time#oh no i made this about mikurin#im not sorry
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