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feeble13 · 4 months ago
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ghink i should wtacu heaven officials blessing agin
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lovecommajaime · 8 months ago
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Sean Bell
11/10 HES DOMINATING MY WEEKLY AIRBUDS WRAP I LOVE HIS VOICE I LOVE HIM
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dotted-clouds · 3 days ago
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i love my stupid lil rarepair of AZ/Volo so much I get super excited I feel like ima blow up from happiness
Like agh what I'd give to read fanfics of Immortalshipping bastards and swoon over AZ more aaaAAAGGHGGHHYFHDJD
iM normal :3
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bloodystray · 1 year ago
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im normal
im normal
im so fucking normal
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detritiviolet · 2 months ago
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@artisfox
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girl with no problems
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fruit-smoothie · 7 months ago
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Gusy have you ever beennso happy seeing fanatt fro a thing you like that uour heart starts beating really hard and you want to scream and shakr and escape your skin (in a good way)
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a-rogue-god · 7 months ago
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Wheeze loves getting chased and chasing I gotta think of kaiju knight having instinctive. "I need to chase." Urge. Playing with him by chasing him around. Ohhh he'd love it.
Get nabbed and have him excitedly rubbing all over me and purring aaufhhauauahhguaaauhhyaauyah
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princessloverboy · 8 months ago
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you are very sweet but your gonna have to use that pretty brain of yours if you want to find me out if you want another hint check the gay yearning tag and do latest
oh my god ahsgajsgsjdhsj
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rango-dango · 10 months ago
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ub uh uhh. CRUING FALLIG OVER
just kidding I'm nottmal
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vampallergy · 4 months ago
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this job takes. a lot. but you know what it gives? it gives me you
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moondirti · 5 months ago
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hybrids. wool shearing. manipulation. brief cannibalism. referenced breeding. female anatomy.
farmer! price and his sheep girl. the most special of the flock — not only because you’re all woman beneath those patches of wool, or because your floppy ears and curly fringe compliment your face so well, but because you’re so docile and sweet and mouldable under his hand. give into his will better than any human can, eyes shiny and dumb. trusting, when he leads your friends away to the slaughter. and when he collects you afterward, sleeves sticky with blood, to feed you bits of juicy meat on his lap.
though you’re a vegetarian, why would you refuse him? he’s the best at taking care of you.
like during the draw of spring, frost thawing into beds of brown to make for mud that mats your wool. he’ll shear you last but most tenderly; hose you down in his yard, cooing as you bleat in the cold, and run the tool expertly along your trembling flesh. beneath your arms. around your neck. clipping so close to your ears that the sound scares you, and you struggle mildly in his embrace, which does nothing to shake him or the firm cage wrought around your limbs.
the shears trek downwards, your legs forcefully pried apart to expose your fluffy pussy and taint to be groomed. layers of wool stripped from you in pragmatic precision. his fingers do not wander as they shave your vulva, conforming smoothly to your plump bottom. working over your groin. though you wish them to, crying stupidly when he twists your swollen clit to make sure he gets the curls nested at its base.
but he’s the best at taking care of you, of all his animals, so he does not acquiesce and feed you his cock like you so beg. ain’t mating season yet, little lamb, he hums, tucking you into bed after moisturising your softened skin. for as long as you’re naked, wool-less, he lets you sleep indoors. on a real mattress, and not the hay one that would be bound to scratch you in the most vulnerable of places. you love the spring and summer months, if only for that.
(though the prospect of mating season ignites your cotton-tail, priming you for the crisp encroach of autumn. you know that, as the most special — his favourite — he won’t pair you with any old ram. none are good enough, he’ll reason. no seed ripe enough to fatten you up, but his.)
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sealmunch · 16 days ago
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redo of a really old oc i made in hs, which is over like a decade ago now 🥹 ITS WHIMSY!!!!
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RYEE!!1!1!!
RYDER PFP UNLOCKED‼️‼️⁉️
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housepilled · 11 months ago
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( s02e19 house vs. god / s08e19 the c-word )
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wsipies · 5 months ago
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PEEPEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WAWA
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its-your-mind · 1 year ago
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JESTER AND CALEB AND CADUCEUS. WALKING INTO A ROOM AFTER A REGRETFUL FLOATING HOT BOI AND DESTROYING ALL HIS EXPECTATIONS.
Jester just. Fuckin. Brushed past everything that Essek confessed to. Yeah. Okay. You did some bad shit but you’re trying to stop it now right? More importantly, are you still our friend?
the fact that Essek gave away two of his nations’ precious religious artifacts that house the souls of his people, and in doing so started a war that cost thousands of lives? whatever. water under the bridge. make some babies or something to balance the scales. Jester’s decided that she likes you, and there’s fuck-all you can do about that.
And Caleb, who Essek has ALREADY formed a connection with over their shared passion for the arcane. They’ve spent time in study together, Essek teaching Caleb the dunamantic spells he created himself, and Caleb showing Essek the spellwork he’s been working on, asking him for help to finish it.
Caleb, who gets down on his knees in front of Essek and looks into his eyes and tells him that he sees him, that he understands him, that he’s been where he is, that these people changed him too.
And then Caduceus, more insightful than anyone Essek’s ever met, with the moral code forged in steel. Essek’s seen Cad look at people and read them like their deepest thoughts are written across their face, and he just… tells Essek that he’s a good person. I’d bet no one has ever told Essek before that he’s good. Not powerful, not brilliant, not a prodigy, just… good.
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