#gun objectum
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kholb2010 · 3 months ago
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id probably suck a gun like a dick if someone put it in my mouth as a threat
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shotguncreep · 4 months ago
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gun objectum call that getting a semi
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crowsrestinbiggerpieces · 2 months ago
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me n my air rifle i think im in love aaaaaaaa 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
he feels so perfect in my hands i love him so so so much :33
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sketchydmitrix · 4 months ago
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snubnosed .38 magnum
is the cutest gun!!!
Just look at him.
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my baby
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objectum-losergirl · 3 months ago
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Ystwyth or Vampyre
2000 . . . it / cannibal / doll !
multiple PDs . system . disabled
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queer . lesgay . objectum . + more identity labels
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my objectum identity :: gun , knife , computer , blanket , plush , bag , keychain
my fictional others (collective , attraction changes depending on who’s fronting) :: mitsuri kanroji , akutagawa ryunosuke , ichiyo higuchi
byi :: this account is going to primarily be used for talking about my objectum identity , i block very freely , i use slurs i can reclaim , i have little to no empathy , this blog may have suggestive themes , i post what i want
dni :: 14 or younger , anti objectum , pro/neu endos/non traumagen “systems” , anti goodfaith , pro “irl” , radqueers , you have the same f/os as me (this is for my comfort.)
pls int :: other objectums , 16+ , goodfaith label users , traumagenic systems , mogaiblr / rentryblr / editblr / etc
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rentry wip . . layout cred . . graphic cred
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3xhaustpipe · 5 months ago
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"Vince raps from the perspective of a relationship between a person and a personified gun, who are in love. The first verse is him talking to the gun, and the second, the gun wondering what went wrong for it’s owner to go to prison" - genius.com
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duskier · 3 months ago
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cw objectum (Ghost is dating his rifle and fucks it like he means it!)
Idk about yall I kind of just love pathetic freak Ghost who doesn't care. I feel like he loves his service rifle, carved a name into the lower receiver and called her that name genuinely, like she were a person. (Also called her she, confusing everyone on base for a minute, thinking he somehow finally got a girlfriend.)
He cuddles it in his sleep. He gets used to having the cold, hard metal to wrap his arms around, pulling it against his body. Fingers listless as they dip into the magwell lazily, absently as he drifts off to sleep with his cheekbone against the business end of his dear rifle. It smells like dirt and lead and like home for Ghost, and he needs it to sleep.
When he wakes up in the morning, aching hard and groggy, who else could he trust? The steady, immortal predictability of the rifle's buttstock pressing almost insistently against his own length is too good to resist. So what if he holds the gun steady by the handguard and rocks himself up against it. Hard biting edges giving Ghost the barest amount of pain, sending sparks flying through his core.
It's only a problem when it becomes a habit. Ghost comes home from a long mission, pent up as all hell. Feels like he'll either die or his balls will just fall off from lack of use. It's got him irritable as it's all he can think about. Every little thing that keeps him from beelining to his room needs to be destroyed. He left his gear- including his precious rifle- in the storage room. Not even put away, just leaned against the wall, shoved out of the walkway.
Getting back to his private quarters and not even making it to his bed, just slamming his door locked and gripping his cock over his pants. The gear he could ignore, Ghost doesn't even stop to remove his gloves. Just tugs out his cock and starts frantically chasing that release he's been aching for, the one that has been eluding and tormenting him the entire time.
...But he couldn't reach that goal post. It had become too much of a habit, he couldn't feel the comfort of his bed beneath him nor smell the oil he used to clean his rifle. It's all a blur, then, a miracle he had enough sense to tuck his cock back away as he storms back across base.
If Ghost had been scary before, he was beyond even comprehension now. Angry dark aura infecting the corners of every room he stalked past. Stalking back through the halls with his rifle slung around his shoulders, the familiar weight grounding him just a little.
He beds her like he would any lover. pulling her against him after he's stripped all his clothes off. He wants to feel her against him entirely. Groaning open mouthed at the relief that floods him pressing up against her. He flexes his hips, pushing even just a bit harder. It hurts but she needs to know.
"Can you feel how much I missed ya?" Had Ghost had his wits about him, he might have felt embarrassed for how tender and domesticated he sounded- especially towards his damned gun. "Well I know you was there love, but couldn't hold ya in front o'the lads, not like this a'least. They wouldn't get you like I do."
Rocking up against her insistently. Some fingers gripping the handguard like it's a lifeline, others dancing down her lower and fiddling with her mag release button. The way Ghost is feeling entirely raptured against her form, falling into the heavy daze of lust.
Groaning like a wild animal in a rut, chasing the now swiftly approaching light at the end of the tunnel, Ghost’s tongue flicks out. Licks the sweet bitter rim of the muzzle break. The cold metal still has slag on it, a rough texture that delights his sensitive tongue. He laps at it like it's a hole he's opening for himself, savors the taste as his mind slips slowly further out of his skull. All that's left in him is a need, a hunger.
He scratches his cheekbone on the muzzle when he hugs the rifle tight as he cums- metal and soot and spit and blood mingling together as it feels his body and soul are torn apart. He grunts and moans while his cock shoots rope after rope onto his girl, hips still thrusting weakly as he chases the last of his orgasm down.
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lycantooth · 3 months ago
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hiii weird objectkins. hi objectkins who aren’t plushies or dolls or technology. hello niche and obscure objectkins hiii you want to tell me about your unique kintypes so bad 🌀🌀🌀🌀
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deadboystims · 5 months ago
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★ ┊ knives, guns, weapons // stimboard with juust weaponsss ^_^
1 , 2 , 3 ┊ 4 , 5 , 6 ┊ 7 , 8 , 9
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smash-or-pass-objects · 4 months ago
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squidfreak · 3 months ago
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weapons...weaaapoonns..... hehehe weapons... we...wwwwhh...weaapp...weapoonmmmsnnssnnn..... weapons...... WEAPONS!!!!!!!! weapons... ♡♡♡♡ weapons... ♡♡♡♡
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crowsrestinbiggerpieces · 2 months ago
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he has been relocated to my room as of now :33
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smashorpassobjects2 · 2 months ago
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object-yaoi · 6 months ago
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only my weapon understands me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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tsbs-shipfessions · 2 months ago
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Eclipse x gun
(Is that allowed?)
I mean... why would it not be allowed? What do you want me to say? "Ma, the objectum people are back, go get the gun! ...Oh no, wait-"
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sillygaydeer · 2 months ago
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How do I get the real freaks back here??? LITTLE SISTERS!!!! INFLATABLES AND PLUSHIES!!! MOMS FORCING DAUGHTERS TO TAKE THEM!!!!! DECAPITATED GIRLS!!??? LOADED GUN IN MOUTHS- is any of this clicking???
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