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aces-and-kings · 2 years ago
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egg24108 · 20 days ago
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i want a fic about them on my desk by thursday. capiche? /j
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dkettchen · 8 months ago
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I do enjoy dressing her entirely in canon outfits/cuts and the occasional top she's borrowed from nami and being like ye canon!sanji sure does own a pair of 3/4 pants with ballerina loafers he sure did wear that before with his whole cishet man ass and we didn't bat a single eye at it
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oki-coma · 1 year ago
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saturnstrays · 2 months ago
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Quick (LIE) MV2 art before bed :)) Inspired by @/bedrock-to-buildheight 's art of Gabriel with a giant V1 Vumo!
Also I just wanna say thanks so much for all the love on my silly ssshitpost art I read every silly tag and comment and I appreciate them all very very much so uhh keep up the good work tumblrinos!!
Also coming from instagram where I average 40 something likes this is a very nice change, I want to show people my art!! and thanks rebloggers for helping me do that!!
ALSO also I have sketch requests open for Ultrakill stuff! It's not guaranteed that I'll answer but if there's a silly ultra art idea you'd like to see I might draw it :3 no nsfw obviously
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nabaath-areng · 5 months ago
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I have this one "OC" that does not yet have a name that I've drawn several times for a couple years. I was thinking that if I tried making them in FFXIV that I'd use elezen as a base... but then I remembered what other race have their near exact hairstyle... and now I'm like damn... I played myself...
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king-crawler · 1 year ago
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Is there a music analysis of Wreck-It Ralph anywhere? (I'm sure there is) Cuz I've been listening to the soundtrack and ... EHEHHEHEH.. I love musical character motifs
I made a short video on an example I especially liked between Vanellope and King Candy :)
Basically he STOLE her leitmotif, like he stole everything else of hers
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deepspacezaynesmaster · 3 months ago
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Random 4 star memories in PoC
PoC edits for my Delulu
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Zayne: fragmented dreams
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Rafayel: Dangerously close.
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Xavier: shining light
Edits by CybillaFräulein
Trying hard for that max Harem Lifestyle delulu stat
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dragonnarrative-writes · 4 months ago
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Transferrable Skills Part 6
Transferrable Skills Masterlist
Read on AO3
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CW: Disrobing, CMNF (clothed male naked female), hamstring stretches (advised by the appropriate medical professional), praise, kink negotiations, kissing, touching over clothes, touching under clothes, explicit consent
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“Feelin’ good?”
Simon’s got you laying back on the bed, a thick pillow under your neck and shoulders. You’re still wearing your cami, but he didn’t tell you to keep the pants. You usually don’t wear them for your stretches, so you had shucked them off before it had even occurred to you that maybe you shouldn’t. When glanced at him for his reaction, his eyes had been dark and hungry.
Now, you look at him, looking at you, and feel a bit breathless. “Y-yeah.”
“Green?”
“Green,” you say, a bit more firm. “I’m very comfortable, thank you.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Proposal. Acknowledge.”
“Acknowledged,” you answer, a little startled. “You want to try something?”
He puts one knee on the bed by your feet. “’M gonna help you. Hold your legs and apply a bit of pressure. Acknowledge.”
“You want to help me with my leg stretches.” You can’t help but feel a bit nervous, looking at the muscles in his arms. “You’re going to hold my legs, and also apply some pressure.”
“You’re going to tell me when it feels good, and when it feels bad,” he continues. “Use your scale. Acknowledge.”
God, he’s so good to you. Your lower back releases tension you didn’t know you were still holding. “I’m going to use my scale to tell you how it feels. Three is perfect, one is way too light, five is way too hard. Acknowledged.”
He coaxes you to bend your legs as he climbs fully on the bed, until your left thigh is over one of his, your other foot wedged under his shin. The memory foam dips under your own weight, but it feels like the whole bed is tipping to accommodate him. You’re not sure where to look as he plants a hand by your shoulder, blocking out the rest of the room.
He touches the back of your knee and you jump.
“Easy,” he whispers. His thumb sweeps over the front of your thigh before he lifts with the barest pressure. When your calf is cradled under his arm, he asks. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you rasp. Swallow. Try again. “Yeah. One.”
He pushes your knee up toward your diaphragm, then pulls your leg straight. “Hips,” he rumbles.
You glance down between you at where his shirt and sweatpants are making a valiant effort of keeping everything contained. “Uh huh.”
The hand on the bed comes up to cup your chin. He chuckles down at you. “Keep your ‘ips lined up right, Bambi.”
It’s the eye contact. It’s all the physical contact. It’s the day catching up to you. Whatever it is, your body lights up and your brain shuts off. “Please fuck me, sir.”
“Fuck.” He rumbles, shuffling forward and pulling your ass into the cradle of his thighs. When you try to wiggle, to feel him where he’s half hard against you, he uses his grip on your leg to hold you still. “So polite. My good girl. Can you be patient for me?”
You whine, one of your hands coming up to grip his forearm. “Please?”
“Gotta do your stretches first,” he rumbles. “That was the deal. TV, stretches, then the reward. Acknowledge.”
His grip on you is easy and solid. The way you’re folded under him means you’re well and truly stuck. You push the shin of your bent leg against his inner thigh and shiver when he doesn’t even twitch. “Please?”
“Stretches first,” he chuckles, pressing his thumb to your lips. “When I make you come, I don’t want to hurt you. Acknowledge.”
If he looks down, he is going to see how wet you are through your panties. “Acknowledged. Stretches first.”
“And…?”
And? You freeze in the act of touching the tip of your tongue to his thumb. “Uh. Unsure?”
“Keep your hips even,” he reminds you, enunciating as he stares into your eyes. “Acknowledge.”
“Keep my hips even,” you answer. You lick the pad of his thumb. It’s calloused and salty, and you want it in your mouth. “Acknowledged.”
“Good girl.”
He sits back enough to lift your left leg until your calf is on his shoulder, your knee slightly bent. And then he leans forward, bracing your leg until it straightens, incrementally.
Years ago, even this gentle pull to your hamstrings would have had you crying. Now, there’s the slightest burn as you flex your foot. You let him push until that burn spikes, and then you tap his arm twice. “Three, right there.”
“Good,” he rumbles. “Thirty seconds. You can do it, pretty girl.”
You could hold this position for an hour if he praises you through it. And he does, hushed words and gentle kisses pressed to whatever part of your leg he can reach. Your muscles relax into the position in record time. And then he’s easing back, massaging the back of your thigh and coaxing your knee to bend.
“Number.”
“Three,” you mumble as he switches sides, pulsing your right leg in preparation. “Two point eight.”
“Good girl.”
Your right leg does not want to move like the other one, probably as a result of sleeping on the floor. Simon notices almost before you do, doesn’t push you leg as far back as the other.
“Three point two,” you tell him before he can prompt you. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath as he pulls back the barest hint. “Good, good. Three.”
His hands are large and warm, one on the front of your lifted thigh, the other on your opposite hip. His thumb slips under the edge of your cami, rubbing back and forth. You let yourself focus on the rhythm of it, timing your breaths with the way his calluses drag against your skin. Sooner than you expect, he’s bringing your leg back down.
When you open your eyes, Simon is already looking at you. You’re not sure what he’s seeing. Before you can stop it, your brain says nothing he’s impressed by. Looking at his upper arms, which are almost as big around as your thighs, you feel distinctly unremarkable. Simon is so big. He has so many scars. He’s literally a hero. And here he is helping you with your hip mobility. God, how pathetic-
“Back to me,” Simon rumbles. He drops your legs on either side of his hips and leans forward to take your face in one hand again. “C’n almost see your mind racing, Bambi. Where’d you go?”
He’s hard against you, so big through the few layers between you that your head spins. It takes you a moment to parse out the question. When you do, you avoid his eyes. “M’ sorry.”
Simon’s other arm slides under your lower back, anchoring you closer as he rocks his hips down into yours. “Are you?”
Words gone, you gasp an affirmative noise. When your hands come up to grasp at his arm and his shoulder, he rewards you with another roll of his hips and a deep groan. He lets you grind up against him, startling another soft noise out of you.
This time, when he kisses you, he licks into your mouth immediately. His hand tilts your face where he wants it as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. All you can do is hold on. And even that becomes tenuous when he pushes your panties aside to grab a palm full of your ass.
The next roll of his body into yours is is the perfect friction against your clit. You surprise yourself with the noise you make as your hips buck into him without your input. The leg you wrap around his his waist gives you the leverage to chase the feeling, until the kiss ends as abruptly as it started.
Hands wrapped around your heaving sides, Simon sits back on his heels, his own breaths coming deep and ragged. His eyes are so dark as he looks over you. You gasp as his right slides up, pushing at your shirt, until he can swipe a thumb over your nipple.
“Thought I was ‘aving an ‘ard time styain’ disciplined before,” he chuckles as he squeezes at your skin. “Look’t you.” The flimsy shirt gets bunched up around your collar bones as he pets and pinches gently at you. “So fuckin’ soft, made for spoilin’. ‘Ow’m I supposed to keep focused?”
When he pinches your nipple again, you whine. “Simon, please!”
“Gotta do one more set, Bambi,” he chides, one hand sliding down to tease at the edge of your panties. When you whine again, he shushes you gently. “I know. “Y’re a good girl. Been waiting so patiently for your reward. So I have a proposal. Acknowledge.”
“Yes,” you gasp. At this point, you’ll do whatever he wants. “Okay. We can do it.”
“No,” he corrects, pulling at your nipple, just enough to make your back arch. “Acknowledge.”
“Acknowledged!” You moan when his pinching fingers go light and gentle again.
“Gonna keep doing your stretches,” he tells you, as he tugs your panties over the curve of your ass. He nods, and you can’t help but nod along, arching to let him pull them up your thighs. “An’ since you’re being so good, you can ‘ave one o’ my fingers in that pretty cunt.”
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lynn-tged-posting · 11 days ago
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wow thanks lloyd
original idea: fluff (milkbreadtoast on twitter)
standalone and blank,,, go nuts!!!
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"lynn why is his hair that long-" BEHOLD!
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please-read-the-manga · 8 days ago
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Hm... the idea of the ghosts of Uchiha continuing to endure beside the mourner who grieves them, even beyond death... Idk, it compels me.
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crossistent · 1 year ago
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thetwilightroadtonightfall · 9 months ago
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very impromptu mini comic of Player trying out Remus’ suggestion of drawing to jog their memories (memory retrieval Namine style :))
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violenteconomics · 2 months ago
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antithesis.
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redstone-sun · 1 year ago
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tango made a joke on his stream about releasing gem into the dungeon on deadly mode and/or having her be in the victory room and i kinda agree, so i made a ravagem skin
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ribcagebonemeal · 10 days ago
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rough doodle that turned into starrison. Sigh
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