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kyuusou · 4 months ago
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“Umf”
Izumi and Hinata
Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.
Izumi cast a glance towards Hinata, who returned the gaze. "Hinata-san fits that description perfectly!" Izumi said, nodding. Hinata's face instantly turned red, and she shook her head. "N-No… Izumi-san… She's very pretty and hot..." Did she just admit she thought the Uchiha was attractive? Yes, she did. Izumi chuckled at Hinata. "Desmond is hot too, don't you think?" Hinata just turned around; her face was already scrotching hot, and he didn't need to see it catch fire. It were the peppers she ate earlier!
@rubbarband
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zu-is-here · 3 months ago
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This is so dumb, I can’t believe I made this edit
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There’s even more?? >:’D
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mblue-art · 1 month ago
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You made Killer such a cute little sad boy omg I am screaming. Please hug him or something, or trap him under a content little kitty idk but he needs it.
I love your art, it's so soft, sweet, warm, and cozy. Like marshmallows in warm hot cocoa <3
awe, ur sweet anon, thank u i appreciate this very much <333
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belated cuddles from a kibby and his crush!! for the birthday boy! (napping at the coziest corner at ccino's 😎)
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commsroom · 4 months ago
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eiffel drawn for me by @kalidels!!
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teddybeartoji · 3 months ago
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saw this and immediately thought about snow leopard satoru and i am on my knees imagining how whiny and needy and clingy he would be.. flicking the little bell just to tease him .. oughh i feel sick .....
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PERCE?!?!?w!??"?!??!?!?1+?="?!??!?!!??!="!"=!?""?!?? THE MOAN I JUST LET OUT OOOOH MY FUCKING GODDDD HE'D BE SOOOO FUCKING WHINY AREYOU KIDDING ME MMMMMMMMMMMMM HE'S MY BABYYY:(((( he's sitting on the bed with you, his tail tucked between his legs bc he's feeling very overwhelmed and that helps him keep his composure a little but it's soo so hard bc you're right there.. staring at him with a teasing smile on your face. the little cock cage is the only thing he has on but he still feels soo so warm that's he's just flushed a dark pink shade all the way from his chest to the tips of his ears he's soooo fucking cutee:(((( his ears are pointed downwards as his body keeps twitching and there's no stopping to the little gasps that spill from his lips every time you flick the little bell mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's whining so so much and he just wants to touch you, oh god he just wants to feel you in any way he can - he wants to hold your hand, he wants to kiss, he wants to get a taste but every time he reaches his hand out, he's rewarded with a faint slap against his sensitive thighs:((((((
he loves it though. pre-cum leaks from his tip and he's making such a big fucking mess even though you're not even really doing anything and it's just making you wanna tease him even more. but he really does love it. he loves the fucked up, pretty little smile you're wearing. he thinks you look so beautiful like this... so his tears are worth it, the tingling sensation in his thighs is worth it, the painfully good pleasure is all worth it<33333333333333333
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vroombeams · 19 days ago
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flip flop the gag landoscar…. or well. anything landoscar/jondo if ur not crazed abt the gag fic. or small things if ur not feeling writing also !!!
↻ FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV (for kinktober day 3)
fic ask games one & two
It's a different flavour, this lack of control.
Lando's used to giving it up to Oscar. Having him hold him down or tie him up or that week where he'd just sort of let Oscar have at it any time, any place. Handing it over like that is the fun bit, isn't it? Letting it be taken from him.
But this, at first, isn't really about Oscar, or giving him anything at all. This is losing control of his body in a way Lando's extremely not used to.
Mouth propped open. Jaw stuck wide. Spit pooling and flooding and overflowing in the bottom of his mouth. It's something he can separate into moments; vignettes that feel sort of important, like the moment Oscar'd helped him slip the buckle into place at the back of his head. This moment, Oscar getting his dick out of the way so Lando can tip his head forward and let himself drool into his own lap. The next moment, of Oscar looking down at him with his eyes and mouth half open.
Lando likes it when he looks like that. Means he's done something right more often than not.
He can't suck it, when Oscar finally feeds his dick in. He can't do much of anything but sit there any take it, tongue wriggling uselessly, spit spilling out over his lips when Oscar starts to fuck his mouth. The sounds are insane. The sloppy-wet noise of dick-in-mouth turned up to about a thousand, the weird muffling in his ears when Oscar grabs his hair and pushes too deep and makes him gag.
Oscar apologizes, he thinks. His ears aren't working the way they should be. A ringing or a rushing, the unfamiliar sound of his own mouth flexing, wet and empty.
He gives Oscar what he means to be permission. With his hand on Oscar's thigh and his lashes fluttering he hopes Oscar gets the point—that he wants this, and he wants Oscar to take.
And Oscar gets it. Of course he does.
There's nothing like this. Nothing but this for a long time. The rapid in-out of Oscar fucking his mouth like he might fuck his arse, unthinking, quick and rough. The slurpy moaning that feels extremely embarrassing but feels so good in the moment that he's throbbing all over, scalp to toes. His spit foams. Tiny bubbles forming and popping when Oscar plunges deep and pulls back out.
Before Oscar comes it's a mess. And after it's a disaster. Oscar's hand tight in his hair, holding him in place, rutting his dick over Lando's tongue. It feels like more than usual, but it's got to just be the spit, the mix of it. It's enough that Lando can taste it—familiar, now, the taste of Oscar's come—until his mouth fully overflows and it's all spilling down his front.
It drips from him. Down his chin, down his throat. It's wet and sticky under the bits of the gag pressed to his cheeks. His shirt has got to be write-off, soaked through and sticking to his chest.
He can't imagine what he looks like. The way Oscar's looking at him, though, means it certainly isn't bad.
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claudiablogger · 2 months ago
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i love your takes on armand,he gives the ick but it’s fascinating at the same time lol what is your take on loumand from armand side? do you think he genuinely liked louis at some point?! it was all about his obsession with lestat? why he wanted to keep him so bad,again,only bc of lestat(i hope not tbh)? did he love him? idk after the last two episodes i bounce so much with this!!
thank youuu everyone loves an evil man until they get one and suddenly he's their canceled wife. or a doe eyed twink. or an overgrown teenager. anything but the actually interesting version of himself presented in the source material. but i digress imo armand absolutely loves louis he's so. his hunger is bottomless and he pours all of it into louis and by god will he ensure louis takes it. without complaint too we wouldn't want to get hysterical now would we dear not in this already fragile state. anyway i do think the choices armand makes in no pain are incredible (scarily straightforward) foreshadowing for the latter half of s2. like base conditions and consequences 1. he wants a relationship with louis on his own terms (on coven terms he set) or not at all; 2. he expects louis to make the necessary unquestioning sacrifices for acceptance and for their romance--first his freedom, then claudia; 3. and in the absence of this sacrifice he kills him/possesses him completely when that fails--e3 ends with armand deciding not to kill him but instead have sex with him. and the trial's ordeal ends with their eternal companionship built on armand's lie . othello had to kill desdemona bc if she could betray her father to marry him she could betray him to sleep w someone else etc it's all about making sure the wife knows her place
in dubai he's definitely a hundred percent in love w louis + having been shown their bedroom i don't subscribe to the bed death theories. but imo louis doesn't have the breadth of choice to ever meaningfully reciprocate. his love is a small box....it's all carefully curated to ensure he appears louis' only option and his best chance at enduring vampirism + the sickness of living without claudia. in his mind he keeps louis because he loves louis. he keeps louis because he wants complete control over his own illusion of servitude. he keeps louis bc he's earned the right to louis + his companionship
i do genuinely think his obsession w lestat is different entirely; armand respects lestat too much to ever love him the way he loves louis. man to man lmao.....he knows lestat can't be possessed the way louis can and his envy is only amplified by louis' love for him. i also do think in his eyes he just vibes w louis better (while in her eyes well. armand voice your wife is counting down your thrusts) while his relationship with lestat 1. was primarily antagonistic 2. was edited to fit the narrative of his powerlessness + being wronged by him in order to appeal to louis' sympathies 3. eventually became about louis' love and louis' choices . yay
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dol-dee · 7 months ago
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Cock Shamevery, Cock Tamedvery
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Common Avery L: Calls Dee her "cute little wife" meanwhile Dee exclusively calls her "Avery"
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xxxfizzarollixxx · 29 days ago
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Happy birthday to the murder drones pilot <3
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Today marks 3 years since the pilot of Murder Drones came out :)
Big thank you to this series, it has done so much for so many people, I can't believe it's been 3 years already
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ecstarry · 6 months ago
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Plssss what is the view between villages plsssss tell me more *begging with my hands clasped together*
here's a snippet from this time travel AU were James ends up in the future is in need of Regulus and Sirius' help to get back to his time:
“Come in!” James answered after the first knock. 
“Hey, how was your day with Sirius? I heard you got a new phone.” Regulus was standing by the frame, he had never been in James’ room. He was always careful of not overstepping any boundries with him.
“I did! Do you want to register your number? Register... Is that how you say it?” 
Regulus melted as the man in front of him adjusted his glasses and looked at his phone. James examined his device carefully and touched every part of the screen until he finally clicked ‘add contact’ and handed the phone to Regulus. 
“Sure, I will register my number.” Regulus’ eyes soften as he watched James light up by his answer. He quickly typed his contact information and returned the phone. 
“What’s wrong?” Regulus asked when he saw James’ confused look. 
“Sirius added a picture next to the name, how do you do that?”
“Picture?” James hands him his phone again with Sirius’ contact showing. It had the dog emoji next to the name ‘Padfoot’. Regulus smiled and tried his hardest to conceal his chuckle. Adorable.
He sat next to James on the edge of the bed and extended his hand to ask for the phone back. James quickly obliged. 
“Here." Regulus opened the keyboard, switched to the emojis and allowed James to decide which one he wanted.
“There! I like this one.” James passed the phone back and Regulus’ felt butterflies when he looked at the screen. Next to his name was a star. Bright and pretty.
“Do you like it?”
“I do actually.” 
Suddenly he was very aware, that he was in James’ room, sitting on his bed and a sudden blush started creeping to his cheeks. 
“I better go,” he whispered. Trying to convince himself that leaving was better, that he shouldn’t allow himself moments like this with James. 
“Uh- yeah, it’s getting late.” James’ replied quietly, like a little kid who wasn’t ready to go to sleep but that knew better than to through a tantrum.
Regulus stood up hesitantly, he hated that he wanted James to ask him to stay longer. He walked towards the door and James called on him. 
“Wait! You haven’t registered my number. What if you need to call me?” 
Regulus smiled to himself and turned around to hand his phone. James slowly typed his number and handed it back. 
“You chose the picture.” Regulus simply nodded in response. 
Once in his room, he unlocked his phone and looked at James’ contact.
“This will do,” he whispered to himself as he added a sun next to James’ name.
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fatuismooches · 1 year ago
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Ohhhh vulnurable Dottore 😶 What if this is a moment when he realises he can't heal us? He's trying and trying and trying, using all accessible methods (smt questionable and anti-sciense) but n o t h i n g works, there is no way to make us feeling better. And a new reality breaks him down, this is his breaking point.
But you're a sweet, lovely soul, you understand everything and never blame him for failures. When he's crying all you can do is holding and kissing him.
(uhhh finally I'm brave enough to reveal myself haha 😬 I was that anon with several Pantalone's hcs about him speaking French and a reader changing their ring to simple one 🙈)
The crashes that came from Dottore's private lab were so loud it probably echoed throughout the entirety of the whole research building. And it wasn't the sound of an experiment gone wrong exploding, or something fell down by accident, or perhaps some screaming, no. It sounded like something was being forcefully destroyed, on purpose too at least with how much crashing and banging there was. And you just had a horrible feeling about it.
You were right.
You didn't even bother knocking on the door, instead just shoving it open before you called out his name, although you cut yourself off when you saw the state his lab was in. It was a dreadful mess. There wasn't one thing that hadn't faced his frightening strength. The desk and bookshelves had tumbled to the ground, the chairs had been snapped in half... somehow, but considering his power that shouldn't be surprising. Even the operating tables were damaged, glass on the floor from the breaking of his tools and capsules. On the floor, you could read all of the documents scattered around, at least the ones that weren't torn to shreds. The books from the toppled bookshelf? All dedicated journals to your condition over the years. The photos on the floor? Pictures of your body, internally and externally. The random bottles on the floor? Prototype medicines that didn't work with your body. And all at the center of it was your husband. Dottore. Or rather Zandik, as you called him when it was just the two of you. His back was turned to you as he didn't seem to acknowledge the mess around him or even you. You slowly walked towards him, your heart already hurting as you were pretty sure you knew what this was all about.
"Zandik, look at me, please." Dottore's fingers twitched at your words, but then he balled them up, not able to bring himself to face you. You had no choice but to walk in front of him instead. "Zandik, I-" you paused abruptly when you saw his face. Zandik was crying.
He was like a statue. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't sob. He merely looked at you, tears gliding down his cheeks completely unmoving and expressionless. You were speechless. In all your centuries of being with Dottore, you had never seen him cry. You've seen him genuinely happy, genuinely mad, genuinely sad - but never any tears, not even remotely. But here he was crying in front of you anyway... because of you.
The state his office was in was surely no state for you to comfort him, not with the chairs and desks toppled and in shambles... so you silently took his balled hand in yours and peeled away his fingers, allowing you to hold his hand. You led him to his own room (which was connected to his own lab, you know he can't be separated from his research) and he followed you, this time not putting up a fight. You two sat down on his bed and you immediately pulled him against your chest, holding him. Dottore remained unmoving for a bit, until he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around you carefully, as if you would disappear at any second. It was a very silent moment, as neither of you said anything for a long time. And well... it was kind of a learning experience for you too. You couldn't do much besides this but... you hoped it helped. But you needed to say something too...
"Zandik," you murmured, pulling him away from your chest which was only damp now, it seemed like he stopped crying a while ago. Though he still had that empty expression on his face. You reached to take off his mask but his arm quickly grabbed yours before you could even touch it. Ah, of course, he didn't want you to see him. He didn't even want you to know about this in the first place, probably. But that simply wouldn't do. "Zandik," you repeated again, "let me see you. Please," your fingers glossed over his cheek tenderly. "It's only me here, you know," the metal of your wedding ring felt cold against his skin, "And I'm not going to give up or leave, love." You hoped the look in your eyes read - it's okay to be vulnerable, Zandik. Please just be you when you're with me. The Harbinger gritted his teeth and held your waiting arm a little harder, as your other one came to cup his cheek. It wasn't easy to break him down, but eventually, he reluctantly let you go.
You took the mask off and set it to the side, focusing on your lover's expression. His eyes always told so much. And this time, they looked very, very tired. Though even still, his gaze was cast off to the side. But, this time you wouldn't force him. Dottore still acted high and mighty even in his lesser moments. He didn't like being seen like this. He was supposed to be the Doctor, the one who controls the game and has all the power. Not a vulnerable boy who was the opposite, who could have anything in the world except this one thing - your cure.
"It's alright," you whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm alright." You kissed the corners of his eyes this time, a tiny bit red from crying. "Okay?" This time you went for his lips, and although he took a few seconds to reciprocate, he slowly kissed you back. As if he would never be able to kiss you again, neither of you let go. "There's no need to worry, I'm here," you combed your fingers through his hair. "I know that no matter what happens, I'll be next to you. I love you." Dottore didn't respond nor did he look at you. But he heard it. And he crept his hand under your shirt as he placed his fingers above your heart, counting the beats. His way of reassuring himself you were still alive. And for now, that was enough.
A part of you wanted to apologize. Apologize for putting this burden on him. If only you... were not you. If you could be someone else, then Dottore wouldn't have to invest so much into you. You know he loves and adores you how you are but- you know it's not the time to go down into those thoughts. Instead, all you need to do right now is comfort your beloved. Make him know that you see him. You love him. You accept him. You believe in him. And that regardless of all the failures he may endure, nothing would ever make you love him any less.
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UM HI HELLO. Thank for this idea omggg i went through all stages of pain 😭 AND YOU WROTE THOSE OTHER HCS TOO?? Gosh you have such *chef's kiss* amazing ideas I LOVE THEM !!
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zu-is-here · 5 months ago
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Hi Zuuuu! I love your art a lot, and I'm having some troubles! I cannot draw a mouth to save my life! They all come out as sad lines, and I don't know how to improve that without drawing lips, and since your drawings usually don't have them (kinda hard with skeletons lol) I was wondering if you had any tips :3
Hii!╰(*´︶`*)╯
You don't need to draw lips in order to show a mouth ☆ Use curves and forms, add dimples on the cheeks, choose teeth or fangs, — feel free to experiment ♡
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doing-something-unholy · 1 month ago
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It's your turn to confess, Father. Tell us what you were thinking about the last time you touched yourself. Cause you definitely touched, didn't you? Pervert. You know that's not allowed, filthy priest.
Y-yes, I... I did. And you're right, I should confess to it. But, well... what I was thinking is, um, deeply embarrassing. I guess that's the point, to show remorse for my sins. And my penance can be a little public humiliation.
I was thinking about being exposed for someone else's entertainment. Someone who wanted to break me down into their perfect slave. I rutted against my pillow imagining that I was ordered to do it, that they called me a good dog for being so obedient. I... I kept my cassock on, but I pulled the skirt of it up over my back, left myself exposed to my imaginary audience. Lord have mercy, I even sodomized myself, I put a pulg inside me and was thrilled to imagine what it would look like, a priest being so sinful and losing himself in debauchery. I kept going till I desecrated the inside of my cassock with spilled seed, then pretended like my Lord was not quite done with me, fucking myself with the plug as though he finally took his own pleasure from my body.
I was picturing myself as a helpless victim, forced beneath the might of an inescapable corruption, something seductive and powerful that would give me an excuse to fall to lust, but I made the choice to abuse my body on my own.
For this and all my sins I am heartily sorry, because they offend thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of my love. With the help of thy grace I firmly attest to sin no more and avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen.
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jrwiblrpositivity · 13 days ago
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@conivolos @biromanticlesbianjayferin @theamazing-thingss @unkandily @s0lar-ch3ri @keysinthecouch @thepiratefish @aroificationbeam @idcwhatmyusernameisblorp @jojo-pant-pisser and all the rest of the riptide ocs server: you all are SO fucking cool!!!! you're all so sweet and genuinely so fun to talk to. and your ocs!!! GAH they're so cool holy shit!! im so obsessed with them
not to mention that so many of you have the BEST jrwi takes. y'all are awesome <3
(and sorry mods for the long message vbujbn. youre the coolest ever for running this Btw <3)
@keysinthecouch @thepiratefish @aroificationbeam
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drawbauchery · 1 year ago
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moon-buggg · 2 months ago
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fell in love with your scientist dca oc. have you considered the classic Einstein look. rays all bent up from wayward experiments. this is in no way a push btw I love your character designs so much!!!!!!!!! theyre the goofiest guy and i love science. ready to learn like bill nye
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Oh wait that's so cute!! I love the goofy expression it captures their vibes so well!! Have this quick and dirty phone sketch of them cuase I think?? This is pretty much how I want them to look?
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Guy who's catchphrase is legally distinct from science rules
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