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naq-k1n · 8 days ago
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– I'd do... anything... to hear you play again...
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lizardmanofscapeoreswamp · 7 days ago
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Wyatt brothers happy music fun time
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heavensleast · 2 months ago
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Bo and Henry share a tune. BEASTBORN breaks onto the scene...
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basofy · 7 months ago
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no se conocen no saben de donde salio quien se esconde detras de sus ojos esta noche bailemos entonces, hmmm
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dragon-stage-battle · 2 years ago
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Goobers
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awfulwingz · 2 years ago
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Brad + Henry Wyatt O__O
// watching my gf play LISA the painful while I doodle some of my faves has been fun,,,
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sixaus-meaa · 7 months ago
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SIX THE MUSICAL - MODERN!AU: illustration
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Maggie's family tree
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ynnep48 · 19 days ago
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The boys are here and they are boosted! Finally got to draw Henry and Bo's Disdainful versions. I'm really happy with how this one came out. Such cuties~<3
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lisarpgheadcanons · 2 years ago
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adding a bit onto the joy mutants headcanons hope the previous user doesnt mind :) but i personally always liked to think that henry mutated while still living with bo and that bo took care of him for a while until henry couldnt control himself, accidentally harmed bo a bit (the scratches in bo's helmet) and with his last trace of consciousness he ran away so he wouldnt keep hurting bo
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fideidefenswhore · 1 year ago
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Wyatt told Henry that he prayed that 'ere I die I might see of you some young master', for he would have 'more glad heart to go hence with such comfort.' Hussey rather tactlessly wrote in a book he gave to Henry VIII's daughter Mary 'Jesus keep and send the king a prince. John Huse, the king's true servant.' He did not live to see his prayer fulfilled, though he did have the more awkward pleasure of carrying the canopy over Mary's supplanter Princess Elizabeth at her christening.
Henry VII's New Men & The Making of Tudor England, Steven Gunn
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whichcouldmeanothing · 1 year ago
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two spies, sitting in a speed boat, five feet apart cause they're not gay!
Argylle (2024) dir. Matthew Vaughn
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mvlderfox · 22 days ago
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adam scott | hot ones versus đŸ”„
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holocene-sims · 22 days ago
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fĂĄg slĂĄn leis an dĂșshlĂĄn a bhĂ­ againn an mhĂ­ seo mar go dtĂ­ seo, i'm on the upside of the sea-saw đŸŽ”
say goodbye to the challenges we have had this month, because so far i’m on the upside of the sea-saw
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basofy · 6 months ago
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thing that i drew back in october about bo and how i think his possible bond with joy addicted companions would parallel his bond with his brother, i think he would be very empathetic with them
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bookshopcrow · 3 months ago
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In October, I decided to challenge myself to produce a miniature illustrated painting each day of the month inspired by the Tudor court and the medium of portrait miniatures.
Lucas Horenbout was a Flemish artist and founding artist of the tradition of painting miniatures. He moved to England in the mid-1520s and worked as the court miniaturist to King Henry VIII from 1525 until Horenbout's death. He captured many of the iconic figures of the era and also taught the art of illumination to Hans Holbein, who would go on to eclipse him as the most famous court artist of that era.
A portrait miniature is a miniature portrait painting, usually undertaken in gouache, watercolour, or enamel. Portrait miniatures evolved out of the techniques required to craft the intricate illustrations and borders of illuminated manuscripts, and became popular among 16th century elites. From the middle of the 18th century, the trend spread across the rest of Europe remaining highly popular until the development of photography in the mid 19th century.
For my challenge, I used black ink, water colours, and 300gsm textured watercolour paper. I bought and thrifted some amazing vintage frames, mostly 2 or 3 inches high. Some are over fifty years old, so consequently there are marks and scratches on them but I think it adds to the charm and overall feel of the pieces as historic miniatures.
I'm really proud that I completed the challenge - and all 31 paintings - and wanted to share a few with you here!
You can see them all over on my website đŸ–€
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sinsandsuccubus · 1 year ago
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Fire & Ice - Urban Wyatt
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Context: Like a moth to a flame.
Genre: smut
Word Count: > 1k
Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Gf!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity, cunniligus.
a/n: I got high, took one look at this photo, and got horny. This was the end result.
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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.
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Masterlist ☜☟
“Oh my fuck, Urban
” You moaned, tilting your head further up towards the ceiling. You could feel your legs begin to shake, body convulsing with pleasure.
“Mhmmm.” Urban called out into your pussy, sending vibrations up the flesh.
You groaned, whining slightly as he replaced his mouth with his fingertips, rubbing on the sensitive bud.
You hated the fact that he put this blindfold over your eyes, limiting one of your senses. And so, you couldn’t notice the ice cub tucked in his lips, sucking on the frozen cube as he began to lap at your clit.
Your body jolted from the bed, Urban using his hands to pin you down to the bed.
“Fuck Urban, please. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna make me cu-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as your body jolted once more, a swift change from his cold lips to the warmth of his tongue, body growing hot like a flame.
“Mmm.” He moaned once more into your swollen cunt, pulling back as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse around his tongue.
“Urb-“
“Not yet baby, not done playing with you yet."
This continued to go on and on, Urban pushing you closer and closer to the edge, before pulling you right back down.
You swore you were going to implode if he continued this any long. However, that was before he let out a final moan, fingers filling your swollen pussy before the cool sensation on your clit.
He had taken the final ice cube and tucked it between his plump lips, rubbing it over your clit. You yelped, clenching the sheets around you. The contrast between the heat of his tongue and the cold of his lips brought you closer and closer to the edge, faster than you thought.
“Urban, baby I’m gonna-“ He pulled the ice cube back in mouth before mumbling “cum”, immediately pushing you over the edge. You let out a silent scream, feeling your body spazz before letting out a broken moan.
“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He spoke, tongue still lapping at your folds.
You didn’t think you could cum as hard again until he pushed the ice cube into your pussy, body immediately begging to shake. Between the cold of the ice cube, and the warmth of his tongue on your clit, you were completely shoved over the edge, another orgasm shaking your core.
And as you came, the ice cube shot out of you, alongside the rapid fluids of your orgasm. You had squirted all over his mouth and neck, body jolting hard.
“Fuck.” Urban muttered, pulling away from your body and loosely rubbing at your clit with his hand, shaking a harder pulse out of you. Your legs fell hard against the mattress as you descended from your high, tugging at your boobs.
Urban kissed your cheeks and forehead, the space between you accompanied by sighs.
“Urban, that was- Holy fuck.”
“I didn’t know you could squirt baby.”
“Neither did I.” The two of you laughed, you leaning up to kiss his lips.
“I love you Y/N

 Y/N
. Y/N
?”
You came out of the trance hard, Urban pulling you back from your daydream with his voice.
“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in your face, pulling you further to attention. You smacked his fingers out your face, him making a face in return.
“What?”
“I lost you for a second.” He spoke, placing a hand over his chest.
“Are you okay?” He spoke, and you immediately nodded your head.
“Just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
“Last night.” You deadpanned, Urban’s eyes going wide briefly before a smirk appeared on his face.
“Is it my outfit?” You nodded your head, taking your tongue between your lips. He let out a small chuckle before he responded.
“Baby, I don’t even look that good. This outfit is basic as fuck.”
“You're hot Urban. In anything you fucking wear, you look hot. Hell, you could be in nothing but a pair of sneakers and boxers and I’d think you’d look good in it.” His cheeks began to glow pink, flustered before he spoke.
“Want to do it again tonight?” He deadpanned, eyeing you up and down.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
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