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killedkennys · 2 years ago
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kenny and craig and tweek are gonna be here now! @bravest
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narrativedoomed · 1 year ago
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liam is just so. Hes my little baby boy hes my puppy hes my son
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endless-nightshift · 2 years ago
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Me in wow: I've been playing since 2015 these are my mains, a blood elf Hunter and a Night Elf druid.
Me in ffxiv: I STARTED PLAYING THIS GAME IN AUGUST
THIS IS MY BOY. HIS NAME IS AMASAR. HES STARTED ADVENTURING AS A GLADIATOR/PALADIN BUT NOW HE'S A DARK KNIGHT CAUSE HES BAD AT EXPRESSING EMOTIONS OTHER THAN "SWEET AND HELFULL" AND HE FIGURES HE MIGHT AS WELL GET SOME USE OUT OF ALL THE OTHER ONES.
HE IS MY SQUISHY AND I LIKE TO SQUEEZE HIM SO HARD ALL OF THE TIME HE HAS SO MUCH TRAUMA. HES GOT FOUR BOYFRIENDS, ONE OF WHICH IS DEAD. HERE'S 6 PAGES OF TRAUMA LORE INCLUDING HIS FAMILY, HOW HIS MOM DIED AND HIS RELATIONSHIPS WITH ALL THE OTHER SCIONS. SEVERAL DRAWING INCLUDING ONES OF HIM AS A CHILD. AND COMPLETED CHARACTER PROFILES FOR ALL THREE OF HIS PARENTS.
This is me in ffxiv
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dxl-phinium · 28 days ago
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This stupid little guy (affectionate)
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pangur-and-grim · 4 months ago
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Belphie’s starred doing this aggrieved squeak when I pick him up, so obviously I’ve been picking him up over and over (to see whether he has some pain I’m triggering, or whether he’s just decided to start complaining about the hawk grabs)
it seems like complaining right now. teenage cat attitude.
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sillycosmicrabbit · 6 months ago
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He's just so cute!
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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while we wait.
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may i offer you all a pubby?? lil bby barns?
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bi-writes · 6 months ago
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can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)
greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."
you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.
you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.
you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."
you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.
he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.
he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.
he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.
ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.
yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.
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chewchuck · 8 months ago
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gripping him
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 4 months ago
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katsuki hides his face in your neck when he gets embarrassed. that’s it send tweet.
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frownyalfred · 8 months ago
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I 100% believe Lois Lane requested the presence of Bruce Wayne in her delivery room.
Nobody, not even the League, understood until it was time to give birth and Clark froze up at her bedside. Bruce was there to coach them both through it, as Clark’s friend and as Lois’ human reinforcements.
(Bruce flew to Metropolis in a helicopter when he got the news. He found Clark ashen and trembling at Lois’ side, eyes clenched shut as she screamed. He slid into place like he’d never been missing, talking Lois AND Clark through it like he delivered babies every day of the week)
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lilybug-02 · 2 months ago
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Bug Dewi (Mining Bee)
Many people have asked what Dewi, from the HK comic, would look like as a BUG. (The design is very loosely inspired by the Mining Bee). Here's a lil bit more art. And here's Dewi's dad as a bug.
I have also learned too much about this bee and will now infodump about why this is a cute bee for Dewi.
Mining Bees are solitary, but they commonly nest close by one another in "bee cities". I thought this would fit since Dewi is a Human, a social creature, but not a hive mind.
As a rule, Mining Bees are non-aggressive and their stingers are too fragile to sting humans. Much like Dewi, these bees do not want to fight.
Male Mining Bees are covered with shaggy patches of hair, which I thought would fit Dewi's signature fuzzy head.
My Buggie sources :)
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raintides · 7 months ago
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finally playing project sekai 4 years late (i like the clown unit)
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sleepyeule · 4 months ago
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Let's turn him into a reality💜
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suntails · 5 months ago
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GAME START
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griffithkisser · 3 months ago
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call me an apostle because the effect these gorgeous, luscious, kissable, desirable, plump lips have on me is definitely otherworldly.
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