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hows ur boyfriend bob
dating my coworker that so irresponsible I wouldn’t do that
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no 7 were correct. depressed, repressed, alcoholic, faggot, and faggot doctor. you two are faggots
no..? I- I hardly talk to him. he helped me but that's his job. we're not gay. I'm not gay.
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an extremely self-indulgent comic set a little post-Veilguard, ft. a new baby wyvern for Lucanis <3
#elmo fire.jpg IT IS FINISHED#also i lied lydia felt wrong with out at least an attempt at tattoos lol#maybe this is a little ooc but i think if there's one thing that would get lucanis this excited it'd be a pet wyvern#rookanis#dragon age#datv#veilguard#lydia/lucanis#laidir x lucanis#laidir/lucanis#rook/lucanis#lucanis dellamorte#oc: lydia laidir#my art#sun-marie art#artsits on tumblr#digital art#fan art#fanart#small artist
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Imagine Zayne surprising you on your birthday
— Birthday Present for @cantstoptheimagines —
You let out a groan as you walked up the steps of your apartment building, carefully rotating your shoulder as you attempted to soothe the soreness you felt. It was bad enough that Wanders couldn't give you a break for your birthday - couldn't those Dark Mysts wait until tomorrow to wreak havoc in the No.98 No-Hunt Zone - but with how long the mission took complete, it was way too late to spend time with Zayne. A quick glance at your watch confirmed that thought as the screen flashed 11:11 pm.
Zayne would have just finished his shift at Akso Hospital with the long hours he usually worked. You knew that if you messaged him, he would quickly respond to your text and turn his car around to head over to your apartment. But he already slept so little that you would rather he go to bed and hang out with you the next time he was available.
But as you pulled out your phone to pull up your text thread with Zayne, it would be a lie to say that you didn't feel a bit sad that you couldn't see him on your birthday. He had already sent a sweet happy birthday message and had promised that he would give you your present when you two met up but if you were honest, you would have rather just see him.
Reaching the front door of your place, you quickly entered the key code, ready to shed off your Hunter uniform and pass out of your bed. Pushing open the door, you step inside the dark living room, closing it behind you as your hand moves to the light switch and flick it up. Eyes sweeping the room, you let out a loud gasp and jump up slightly when you spot a familiar bespectacled man in your dining room, platters of pastries and sweets litter your table, and right in the middle of it is a beautifully decorated cake.
"Zayne, you're here!" Taking large strides, you quickly reach him and wrap your arms around him to hug him. He reciprocates just as fast, holding you flush against him as the both of you take the other in. Tilting your head up, you give him a bright smile, all the exhaustion in your body instantly vanishing with him here. "I thought you would go home to sleep after your shift. You must be so tired."
He shakes his head at your words, tilting his head down to look at you, eyes softening as he stares at you, a gentle smile on his face while one of his hands runs down your hair. "I know we made plans to celebrate your birthday another day because of your mission but I still wanted to see you today. After all, how could I miss my love's birthday?"
Despite how often Zayne called you sweet names like that, each one made you blush and caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Burying your face in his chest, you only grow more flustered as Zayne chuckles at your reaction, clearly enjoying your flustered state.
Feeling him shift underneath you, you feel him press a kiss to your head before speaking again. "Come blow out the candles and eat some macarons. I ordered your favorite."
#Zayne imagine#Zayne imagines#Zayne x Reader#love and deepspace imagines#love and deepspace imagine#love and deepspace x reader#l&ds imagine#l&ds imagines#l&ds x reader#l&ds zayne x reader#lads imagine#lads imagines#lads x reader#lads zayne x reader#Zayne Li x reader#Zayne Li imagines#Zayne Li imagine#yoshino writes imagines#sorry if he's ooc#KC's fave is Zayne and I really wanted to write about him for her#Love you babe ❤️
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i'm not back ( ... yet ! ) but these two appeared in my brain and i wanted yall to see my vision
i sometimes think about how pomni is surprisingly the most reliable for ragatha . since jax obviously isn't , kinger's too far gone , gangle's gangle , and zooble's not approachable ... while she's not perfect , she does seem the most likely to be aware of what's up and actually act upon it .
i'm fond of the idea of her yelling at ragatha . but not in a mean way . just in a ' being gentle about how this is slowly destroying you will definitely not make you listen so might as well drop the bombs while we're at it ' way
clutching rags's cheeks like " you're so dense . you're the DUMBEST IDIOT i ever met . you are so [#@!%]ING stupid KISS ME "
anyways goodbye see yall in the 24th ♥ * i sink back into the darkness i came from *
#[ ooc ]#buttonblossom#pomni x ragatha#[ doodles ]#me when 'the nicest character who tells the most lies' trope
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(SPOILERS FOR LIFE IS STRANGE COMICS which are old at this point what are you doing AND SOME DOUBLE EXPOSURE SPOILERS)
Got that warning out of the way. Yeah. So. If you know The Spoiler then you know.
With FULL disclaimer that I know the comics are officially "only one possible version of reality", and are in no way binding canon. Nevertheless, they are official still.
Here's Chloe freelancing as a designer for a rock band. She also travels with them later.
Here's Chloe taking an internship at an auto repairs shop, 'cause she's good with cars.
Here's Chloe some years later taking an active part in rebuilding Arcadia Bay and her mother's diner. Taking a responsible leader role and shit.
Here's Chloe opening her own auto repairs shop she's now the boss of. And evidently designing it herself. Y'know. 'Cause she's good at stuff
Here's Chloe also buying an apartment for Max and her. Together. On her initiative.
Here's Chloe being willing to wait for her superpowered ass girlfriend for the aforementioned years because plot happened to Max, as it does, and she's her "partner in time".
Here they both are after another timeskip, fully consistent with LiS 2 photo
Y'know. This one.
In a recovering town. Where Chloe rebuilt a diner and established her own auto shop with her own hard work and skill. And bought them an apartment. TO SETTLE DOWN TOGETHER.
Note: Full disclosure, they had an apartment in Seattle together before "plot happened" and also traveled around with a rock band for years so it's not like Chloe ultimately ends up confined to Arcadia Bay again. Don't worry.
BONUS: Them being normal with Victoria:
So yeah. "Chloe is a free spirit who didn't wanna be tied down or take life seriously and fucked off to flirt with Victoria Chase" MY ASS.
Granted, both this and DE are about equal in being "canon" but. In terms of Chloe's characterization and what we know from previous games. I can see her do all this. Even if you take the relationship out of the equation, fine, the rest of it. I do NOT see her doing ALL THAT.
Bite me, for all their faults the comics understood Chloe's character much better than whatever DE has got so far.
Anyway this is not a "GOTCHA" post, this is a "If you're pissed like me take this and run"
#if you're gonna break them up AT LEAST don't character assassinate my girl!!!#can you tell I'm mad 'cause I whipped out the receipts???#life is strange#chloe price#pricefield#life is strange double exposure spoilers#jesus what's the tag#lis de spoilers#at this point I'm more pissed about the audacity than the break up itself.#I could've written a better reasoning for it without going OOC.#long post#sorry dash
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One Night Only (Pt. 2) (18+)
check out my masterlist! ♡ | pics r not mine.
Part One | Part Two
Pairings: Jordan Li x Fem!Reader, (brief) Andre Anderson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Past experiences have wrecked Jordan’s perception of their true feelings. The pretty girl from a week ago isn’t making their situation any better. Cue angst and car sex.
Tags: Jordan Li x fem!reader, Gen V, Jordan Li is a toxic, jealous, sexy piece of shit, cursing, angst, sensitive reader, sapphic make out sesh, Corruption kink, smut, mature content, Jordan might be a little OOC? Sorry. I wrote this in two hours.
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Jordan Li was probably the most confusing human being she had ever encountered. Ever since that night, he had been ignoring her. She’d see him in the courtyard at lunch, wave, and be disappointed when he didn’t wave back. She knew he saw her. What was his problem?
A week went by since the night she entangled with Jordan. She had finally come to terms with the fact that Jordan didn’t see her as anything but a one-night stand. She couldn’t explain why she felt so hurt by this. Maybe Jordan regretted what happened. Or maybe she was some kind of revenge hook-up? She had dealt with that before; her body being used to make someone else jealous. But that didn’t seem like a thing Jordan would do. On the other hand, she didn’t know Jordan much. She knew he was number five on the list. She knew that he had been Dr. Brink’s TA, but other that, his story was a mystery to her.
The next time she saw him, she was determined to get his attention. She didn’t care if she embarrassed him. How dare he treat her like trash? He owed her an explanation. If she had did something wrong, she’d like to know. If he wished he could forget that night, she had a right to know. She doesn’t know why it bothered her so much, but it did. He didn’t have to fuck her again, but he could’ve at least waved or said hello when he saw her in public.
She had gotten information from Maverick, the dorm’s resident assistant. She demanded to know where Jordan’s room was in the sweetest way. She fluttered her eyelashes and put her hands together in a praying form, begging him over and over to tell her until he finally did.
“God, you freshman are so fucking annoying! Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” She didn’t have time to wonder if he was jerking off in that moment, due to his invisibility. She’d question him again later on that, because ew.
She made her way to Jordan’s room, knocking on the door once, twice, three times.
“Coming!” She heard a feminine voice shout from behind the door.
Had she arrived at the wrong room? No, Mark was adamant on the floor level and room number.
Plus, she recognized that smell of hefty cologne from the night Jordan fucked her senseless.
So who was-
Oh. She had approximately five seconds to walk, no sprint, away from this situation. She could’ve made it behind a wall or scurried off into a communal bathroom. She had time.
But she stood there, dumbfounded and hurt.
The girl from the other side opened the door, “Can I-“
She stood there.
Her doe eyes brimmed with tears. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? She didn’t own Jordan. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He made it very clear that he didn’t want to be with her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “Wrong door.”
Before the girl had anything to say, she was running down the hallway and exiting the building.
. . .
That was all it took for her to move on. Now, she was back to her normal self. Fuck Jordan Li, and fuck whoever that girl was at the door.
She was undoubtedly pretty, but also handsome at the same time. She kind-of looked like Jordan a bit, but she highly doubted it was a relative. Some guys were into shit like that, fucking the “girl” versions of themselves.
Ick.
She was tired of parties. They were fun, sure. It was nice to get out and get drunk and fuck here and there, but she needed an escape from that environment. She opted to go to a bar instead, one of the local ones near campus that served as a hot spot for the students.
She put on a black, tubed dress that stopped at her mid-thigh. She chose one of her favorite leather jackets to match with it and similar-looking black leather boots that came up just below her knee. It was different than what she’d normally wear. The white dresses, jean skirts, and pink accents made her look cute, but it seemed like people took advantage of that. They thought she was naïve and not aware of their schemes.
She was smart, that much was evident. As pretty as she was, she was also sexy, and she’d be damned if she didn’t own that shit.
The bar was far quieter than the frat parties, but still loud nonetheless. Supes and normals mingled here. One thing they both had in common was their love for alcohol. It seemed to bring them together and offer peace against outside situations.
The moment came when she was asked if someone could buy her a drink. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. He had curly, dark brown hair and deep black eyes. He was good-looking, she couldn’t deny that.
“I’m a freshman,” she stated. The man laughed.
“You say that like I’m old,” he said as he bought himself a drink, “I’m only a junior.”
She smiled, knowing that he was in her age range and a fellow student calmed her. “I’m (Y/n).”
He took a sip from his glass, “Andre,” he replied, “You have a coin on you?”
She nodded, reaching into her black velvet purse to retrieve a quarter. She handed it to him, and he examined it thoroughly.
“Look,” he held the quarter between his forefinger and thumb, “If I could make this-“ she watched as the quarter transformed before her eyes, the metal twisting and bending to create the shape of a bird, “into her drink-“ he looked over at a woman sitting down, holding a champagne glass in her hand, “then you have to come home with me.”
“Oh, I have to?” She smirked.
“I don’t make the rules,” he shrugged and grinned back, “Just enforce them.”
Before she could reply, she felt a familiar presence loom over her. She turned around, met with a firm chest and a heavy scent.
Jordan.
“She’s not into your lame ass party tricks, Andre,” Jordan said.
Andre scoffed, blistering a false offended look on his face, “Lame? C’mon, Jordan, don’t be like that.”
Jordan rolled his eyes, “She’s not interested, got it?”
Andre rolled his eyes as well, his fists bawled up and the once floating medal bird turned into a dense ball, “It’s 2023. Women can speak for themselves.”
“Right,” Jordan looked down at you, finally including you in on the conversation that he interrupted, “Are you interested?”
She was taken aback by the question. She sputtered a little, swapping glances between Andre and Jordan. Whatever this was, she did not want to be apart of it. Fuck Jordan for ruining this.
“No.” She said. Andre held his hands up in defeat, grabbed his drink, and walked away from the bar and into the crowd. She turned back to Jordan then and stood up. “Fuck you.”
“You already did,” he said.
She pushed him then. “No, fuck you. Fuck you for being an asshole to me all this week and then popping up to ruin-“
“Ruin what, exactly? Where you going to go home with him, huh? Fuck him, too? Let him see you the way I saw you?”
“Excuse me?” She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it. His grip was tight and bruising. A few bystanders gathered around them.
“Let’s go to my car.” Jordan tugged her towards the exit. She barely had time to register what was going on before she felt the cold breeze of the night air swift through her nostrils and blow on her exposed skin.
He opened the passenger door for her. A gentleman. What kind of gentleman would dare to ask to her that way? Just who did he think he was? Her fucking boyfriend?
She got in, and he slammed the door closed. She stared out the window as he felt the car dip a little with the weight of Jordan getting in on the driver’s side.
The car was silent.
“Are we playing the quiet game or something?” .
She nodded.
He sighed, “Look, you have every right to hate me-“
“I do.”
“-but I need to explain something to you.”
She could feel her anger bubbling up. Her knees bounced against the car floor. She continued to stare out the window. “Explain.”
“The girl you saw, she was-“
Oh, not this lousy and overused excused. He really thought she was dumb. It wasn’t just something she had made up in her mind. This was evidence.
She turned, tears just about to spill past her eyelids, “Your sister? Your cousin? Your best friend?” She scoffed, “You think I’m stupid. You ignore me for a week, a week, Jordan. Then you decide you can whisk me away like you’re some kind of Prince Charming?”
“That’s not-“
“You embarrass me in front a cute guy because what? You’re jealous? You don’t like to see your one-night stand hooking up with other people but don’t mind not bothering to wave back when she waves at you?”
“(Y/n)-“
“But maybe I am stupid. You asked if I was interested, and I said no. You opened the door for me, and I got in. You folded my panties and tucked me in and left and treated me like I didn’t exist.”
Jordan watched intently as she spewed all the horrible shit they had done to her. They didn’t think it would affect her so much. They’d hate to be ignored, too, but they’d get over it. They could tell she convinced herself she was over them, over the entire situation. If she was moved on, she wouldn’t have turned down Andre’s offer, and she wouldn’t have entered their vehicle.
“-and now you’re not fucking listening, great.” She folded her arms and dramatically laid back against the seat. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her makeup was ruined. Black streaks of mascara coated the skin.
“I’m sorry,” they said. “You’re right. Not about the stupid thing, the fucked up thing. It was wrong of me to ignore you, I just…” Jordan breathed in shakily. This was so out of character for them. “I didn’t think you liked me.”
She turned towards the window again, staring at her own reflection.
“And… the girl you saw wasn’t my sister, cousin, or best friend,” They could feel their chest tightening, “She was me.”
She watched in the reflection as Jordan morphed into the girl she had seen earlier. She turned back sharply, completely in shock at what she just witnessed.
“You-“
“Yeah. I’m bigender, or whatever the fuck,” Jordan sighed. They felt vulnerable in this form. They tucked a strand of their longer black hair behind their ear and looked beyond the front windshield, “I didn’t want you thinking that I-“
“That you’re into women who look like you?” She responded.
“Yes,” Jordan snorted, “But I was going to say that I wasn’t using you. Or- I didn’t use you. That wasn’t my intention.”
“Do you normally fuck girls and abandon them?”
“I normally don’t get jealous when I see someone else flirting with them,” they looked at her then, “I didn’t like what I saw. When he flirted with you using his medal-bending ability. It was corny.”
She let out a small laugh, wiping away her tears, “It was kind of corny.”
Jordan nodded, “I was… afraid. I’m not used to feeling like this, but I am used to it at the same time. Girls, they fuck me in my masculine form and want nothing to do with me in my feminine form. Guys are vice versa.”
She listened to every word coming from their mouth.
“I guess I’ve grown accustomed to blocking people out without asking if they’d accept both versions of me.”
The car was quiet once more.
“Accustomed,” she whispered, “that’s a big word.”
Jordan rolled their eyes.
“I don’t mind,” she was no longer looking at them, instead focusing on her hands that she held in her lap, “I wouldn’t have judged you. I’m not judging you.”
“You’re not?”
“I think you’re the most handsomest and prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” she said.
They could feel their ears tint with red.
“I understand why you were nervous, but I wish you would’ve talked to me before doing all of this,”
“I’m sorry,”
“I know,” she faced them, bringing her hands to cup their soft jawline, “I forgive you.”
Their lips met with hers, but not like how they did at the frat party. This time was more passionate, sweeter, and less rough. She broke the kiss to climb over the armrest and straddle them. Jordan leaned the chair back as far as it would go to give her enough room to sit on their lap. She took off her leather jacket. Their hands held onto her waist, keeping her in place. She liked being on top and knowing that she had no control. They liked being underneath her and knowing that they were still the dominant one.
They began to kiss each other harder. More hunger. They craved her. She must’ve worn this black outfit in retaliation. She looked pretty in white. She looked pretty in black. She looked pretty naked. She was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen, and now they had her right where they wanted her.
She had been hogging their memory ever since that night. They’d slip their hands into their pants during late hours of the night, fondling their clit and breathing her name in heavy gasps as they imagined her touching them. They pinched their nipples, imagining her biting them. They wanted to see her between their thighs, eating them out with her back arched and her eyes closed because she was so into it.
“Am I doing good?” They imagined she would say.
They’d tell her she was doing amazing as they fucked their pussy onto her face.
They’d have to take a late-night shower, having soaked their boxers in their secretion. Their shirt would stick to their back from how hot they were and how much they were sweating during a simple masturbation session.
They wondered if she touched herself. Maybe she was so pent up with frustration that she couldn’t help but fuck it out of herself. She’d use two fingers right off the bat. Her legs would be spread open, and her clothes discarded into a heap at the edge of her bed.
“Jordan,” she’d moan.
“Jordan,” she moaned.
They were brought back to the present, pulling away from her lips. Both of their chests rise and fell with great intensity. They bought their hand up to her face, placing their thumb on her lip and parting them. She opened willingly, allowing their thumb to enter her wet cavern.
She sucked feverishly, all while maintaining eye contact.
“Fuck,” Jordan cursed. They could feel how wet they were in their stiff jeans.
She pulled their thumb out of her mouth with a barely audible pop!
“I want to touch you,” she said.
Yes, yes, please, yes.
She pulled up their shirt, revealing a flat stomach that had the shadows of their abs present. They didn’t wear a bra. She was very understanding of that, too. It’d be extremely uncomfortable for them to shift and feel the hard clasps of the bra digging into their back.
She cupped their breast tenderly, swiping her thumb over the nipple. Jordan couldn’t tell if she’d been with women before. Was she an expert? Or was she just doing what she did when she touched herself?
She pinched and they shifted unexpectedly. She leaned back, her ass hitting the steering wheel and blaring the horn.
It was quiet for the third time.
They apologized for startling her. She told them it was okay.
Then, she busted out laughing, falling onto them. They laughed, too.
“I guess that’s a sign,” she said.
“A sign for what?”
“To take me back to your place.”
She didn’t have to say anything else.
#gen v#jordan li#fem4fem#gen v fanfiction#andre anderson#ooc#sapphic#angst#jordan li smut#smut#reader insert#x reader#Spotify
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#bunny maloney#stan ookie#out of context#obscure media#studio tanuki#kabillion#partially found media#li speaks#lost media#partially lost media#partically lost media#ooc#shitpost#closed captions
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Has this been done yet?
#( in here lies the great impersonator × ooc. )#Nathan prescott#Max Caufield#Life is strange#OK to rb
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Zhuo Yichen manages to save BOTH his demon boyfriends and lets them recultivate while he slowly grows into his power. It takes time, but that's alright- he's a demon now, he has all the time in the world.
Zhao Yanzhou comes back first and is incredibly happy to see his beloved again. The reunion is long-awaited and celebrated by both. The only problem is... Zhuo Yichen has just entered his demonic horny teenager period.
And he turns out to be a very demanding and very insatiable top.
The old white ape is TIRED.
Luckily for ZYZ, his old best friend recultivates just in time.
They share a tearful reunion, words of apology and explanation (all three of them), and rest near a small fire deep in the forest of the North. ZYZ is elated and happy like never before, but he still catches the glances ZYC keeps throwing his - and Li Lun's way.
That boy is unbelievable.
ZYZ stretches and tells the other two he's going to go look for plums and walnuts, and there's no need to accompany him.
Li Lun throws him a curious look, but ZYZ leans in and whispers,
"You started all of this, so deal with it! I can barely walk anymore, just do whatever you do best!"
"What?"
ZYZ barely clears the border of the meadow when ZYC moves within arm's reach of Li Lun. The forest is deep and full of life, and ZYZ breathes with full chest, taking it all in.
And then climbs a very tall tree.
Meanwhile, ZYC gets choked - which is exactly what he wants.
ZYZ is happy. Now, LL has to do all the work while he can simply rest and watch, and listen. The sentinel tree is tall, and the night is dark, but demonic senses allow ZYZ to see well and catch all the delicious noises LL forces ZYC to make.
And, knowing LL, ZYC won't be able to walk much tomorrow.
The White Ape smirks.
#fangs of fortune#zhuo yichen#zhao yanzhou#li lun#do i see ZYC as a top in ZYCxZYZ side of policule? Yes#And as a bottom with LL#Also is it OOC for ZYC? Maybe#but you can't expect even the prim and proper ZYC to never have the wild side#especially not as a demon#@randomingoftherandomness#aaaactually#what if ZYC Does have a wild side but he is still too shy to ask LL?#He is more open with ZYZ because they spent more time together#so maybe ZYC and LL need just a little push#and ZYZ is happy to lend a hand
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OOC: transparent marketable slutchie for all your needs
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if this is their dynamic for s3 i will truly die happy
#i was debating hard on whether to post this or not#THE BRAINROT IS REAL IF NOT EMBARASSING#i like them A Lot#villian duo who share one braincell#they've both been spoiled rotten#LX can speak french but can he drive a car?#LTC's love language is honesty#he can speak his mind to LX without fear of harm#that was the idea for bottom doodle anyway#very ooc and delulu i know HAHAHA#link click#link click s2#shiguang daili ren#link click fanart#link click season 2#liu xiao#li tianchen#shiguang dailiren#sgdlr#link click spoilers#artilite#artilite doodle
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Go on a rant about the importance of honesty in a business relationship. <<
A silly little doodle aftermath of this post, feat. @sweetestflow3rs's Cody!
#i think the part i find funniest about this is#that aster would GENUINELY be more upset that he lied to her#than the actual punishment — rumours or otherwise#she does not give herself the same grace she gives other (orphans)#if she fucks up then ya she has to beqr the consequences#“But you should have told me when i TOLD u i fucked up you bloody menace!!!”#aster the gutsy#flicker art#cody the messenger#i actually started this doodle just after the other one but then Work#POTENTIALLY V OOC i have no idea if cody does anything even approaching aftercare but#the idea was cute#isnt a lecture more fun when its from a cute still flushed almost naked girl on your lap instead of#a very angry and much less naked girl yelling at you in ur workplace???#dol fanart#dol oc
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A bunch of doodles of the season 2 kids— both relationships and times when they’re opposites. Just doodles.
Bonus Taylor because I feel bad for only drawing him once
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dndads season 2#dungeons and daddies season 2#dndads spoilers#hermie unworthy#lincoln li wilson#lincoln boss kicks#taylor swift (not that one)#taylor swift dndads#scary marlowe#she’s a little Ooc here that’s my bad#normal oak swallows garcia
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We're okay, we're okay, my boy is just starting to feel- 🥹😭🖤
#🗡 out of baldur's gate [ooc]#|| Lies of P#|| My hobby is to turn ''unfeeling'' machines into living beings since 2k23 😂🖤#Lies of P#mun plays Lies of P
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"There is no record of a Pacifica Northwest. I looked it up F, there's not even a birth certificate or even a death certificate."
He wasn't a stranger to words that would cut deep. Being the town crazy hick for 30 years made him used to the pain of words. But these words, these ones cut deeper than most. They cut straight into his heart, deep and fatal.
"Ford.....Ford please there's, there's gotta be some mistake.....there's just, there's no way..."
Fiddleford tried to speak, voice breaking and unable to even bring to being this horrifying reality. So close to his own back home but a nightmarish version of it. His friend only gave him a concerned, pitying expression. And wasn't that just the final nail in the coffin for Fiddleford H. Mcgucket.
'This isn't real. This is a trick, something that monster would create to hurt me. There's just no way....!'
He thought feeling that consuming panic, denial and rage building inside him. It had to be a joke, a joke where his daughter would come out. Smiling and mischievous and he'd scold her something fierce because this isn't funny. Pretending to not exist wasn't funny. Not to him. Never to him. And yet the lab remained the same, silent and damning and it made Fidds' jaw clench. He noticed Ford stiffen as a growling noise filled the air and Fiddleford realized that the noise was coming from none other than him. And not some furious, mother raccoon who was just itching to sink her fangs into someone's neck.
"Fiddleford, I'm....I'm so sorry I may not know this Paz, but I can see she's important to you. Just remain calm my friend."
Ford spoke, voice steady and non threatening. In an effort not to push the mechanic to possibly do something rash. Fiddleford meanwhile wasn't listening, lost in his head as he tried to make sense of this awful situation. Of trying to process that Pacifica Northwest-Mcgucket was just gone. That she didn't exist. And he was failing, miserably. Because the very thought of his sweet youngin not existing was just something he couldn't comprehend. For Fiddleford Mcgucket, there was no reality where Pacifica Northwest wasn't there with him. Whether it be as a stranger or as his own. It was like a hole was in his chest, oozing and bleeding out as he fought back his anger and frustration and grief. A grief that was threatening to consume him and drown him. A grief that he was barely keeping from letting out.
His daughter was gone. His Paz, with her smile and smart remarks and bright shining eyes was gone. The world seemed so much darker without her in it. Like the sun was taken and he was left to blindly continue on with his life.
'Why couldn't it have been him? Why her? Why his little girl? Hadn't he suffered enough for his sins?'
Apparently not if he was now without his shadow right beside him.
Fiddleford didn't even realize he'd started to collapse until Ford had grabbed him to keep him from hurting himself. Fidds thrashed against his friend's hold, a howl of sorrow and loss escaping him as he broke. Ford never let him go, even when he felt Fidds nails dig into his arms, he refused to let go. Holding onto his friend tightly as he screamed and swore and cursed and howled brokenly at the world and the unfairness of this dimension.
Fiddleford Mcgucket had officially been broken. And he didn't know if he could ever recover from this.
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