#little manlette

[vulpixelates]

replaying ac valhalla w the wife immediately after finishing the main quest because she wanted to try a different build and i'm noticing so many things that i didn't pick up on before for various reasons

the beginning is. so sad now that i'm emotionally attached to eivor. i literally sobbed? tbf i'm also a hormonal mess rn but i SOBBED

being able to go back to eivor's old home in-game was such a good example of environmental storytelling. the overgrown vines, the sword still in the windowsill, eivor's voice lines talking about her childhood and the night her parents were killed... so good.

we hadn't ever listened to the crew telling stories on the longship until the very end of our last playthrough bc we had never figured out how to add the acquired crew (birna, vili, etc.) so we were just listening to the same bragi stories over and over and turned it off. but this leads into:

DAG IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LMAO. he literally just. lies all the time?? calls eivor the "glory hound" but is so clearly that himself to the point where he has to make up lies to keep up. i hadn't even noticed before bc he wasn't telling stories on the longship. but i truly love how the entire crew just laughs at him

[rycusfunnies]

NOTES IN DESC!!!

Pixar gave him messed up teeth to make him ugly, but I just up and decided to give him a toothgap. I am never going to change that for as long as I draw him, car or humanized

Stands at about 5'3 (160 cm), haha short

Combover from his roofrack design

You just know Pixar was trying to make him look like Sheldon when he was younger

Can u believe his canon full name is "Otto Zündapp"?(unsure abt Wolfgang as his middle but idgaf sounds funny and tropey) I would say it's canon anyway since the cars fandom is horrendous at giving sources on wikis and it was found in a sort of outdated pre final script for Cars 2 thats online(I assume this because some things are slightly incorrect that were prob changed out), from my knowledge digging around myself anyway. That was the only thing I could trace it back to. Also who cares about canon anyway tbh, far as I'm concerned Pixar doesn't wanna talk about the lemons or agents ever again.

[m-v-s-e]

I want to leave her again. I lost count how many times I wanted to or would’ve if things were just slightly different. Sometimes I don’t know how I’m still here.

But also there’s a part of me that probably says she has respected my boundaries every step of the way—well, as far as I know—and has not done anything out of ill intention, but she desperately wants to hold on to a friend she not only slept with but wanted to date for a while? She called it a “missed opportunity” and talked about how it’s not the “right time, not now.” I bet when I bring this up she’s going to talk about it being out of context just because she follows that up with her making peace with being just friends, as if that undos the first significant premise—like I’m some fucking moron. But Uh, obviously he wanted a good little side piece, and that’s all. Apart from being a fuckboy manlett, his energy felt lame af.

But something about her simply not remembering about the extent of that friendship by omission honestly makes sense now. She cried a lot when I told her he had to go, actually mourned. I cannot begin to tell you how hard it was to hide the first time I felt actual disgust for someone crying in front of me because there’s a deeper part of me that knew that no one cries for a friend like that. Never seen it and never heard of it. I’ve had conversations and experiences with more people than most people will willingly meet in their lifetime. I’m tired of this generation.

I’ve observed every step of the way. And she’s not dropping him without me demanding it. And I know I don’t control her life, but there’s absolutely no way I stay with him in the picture at all. And I do not give a fuck about her feelings on this. Fucking your friends and keeping them as friends, especially if you wanted to date them at one point, is entirely psychotic.

Maybe she’ll realize this is an insignificant price to pay in the bigger picture, despite how not many people see the bigger picture half the time anyways. I don’t settle for less than everything.

[banishedthumbs]

Little manlett Gordo feetman hell yeah

Omg would u guys be so mad if I made Gordon a short king would u guys be just so mad…

[butterfly-with-a-sword]

importing assets into unreal engine is so fun when you get the scaling wrong

accidentally made the tiniest little manlett plant possible

[gigglecock-sexcanons-official]

A few weeks ago I submitted the story of me telling my then-girlfriend that when we made love I was envisioning her as Flippo The Dancing Flea.

The gist of the backstory is that ever since I was a teenager I have fantasized in my head of making love to a giant flea, a fles the size of a manlett. Eventually I concocted an entire backstory and personality for this "imaginary" flea, who was based on Flippo The Dancing Flea from the webcomic Gigglecorp. Whenever I would engage in private pleasurable deeds (if you know what I mean), I would imagine in my head vivid and elaborate scenarios with Flippo. It got to be I could not perform with an actual partner unless I pretended they were Flippo.

You might think of the scene in Blade Runner 2049 where the main character makes love to a prostitute, but his hologram girlfriend kind of holograms over the body of the actual person, so he can "pretend" he is making love to his hologram. That is what it was like with me and Flippo, but instead of a hologram it was just my imagination.

In the weeks that have passed since this topic was posted, I decided to stop fooling myself and I just committed to the love of Flippo. I know he is not "real" per se, but in my head he is an actual personality. And I am in love with that personality. I don't care if he is a flea or if he is "imaginary", the love is real. Call me deluded, but it's harmless, it makes me happy. I have not had a real girlfriend again since that incident a week ago, but occasionally I have had one-night stands via online apps (with the understanding of it being one night in advance), and on these times I always envision the woman is Flippo, my sensual Flea Kind.

Now, I mean no offense to the women of course, and even a gentlemen once or twice (the many appendages of Flippo make translation to human gender almost irrelevant), I just envision they are Flippo. And no, ha ha, I have never confided to them about it! I learned my lesson.

The thing about it though is that I became so in love with my Flippo that I "married" him. I even did a little ceremony in my living room. I recited my own vows, and he recited his. I even went on a "honeymoon", which technically you could say was a solo vacation to New Orleans for a week, but in my mind Flippo was with me the entire time. In my mind I think of him as my husband.

Now here's where I fucked up. I got so used to thinking of him as my husband in my head, that a few months ago at work I nonchalantly said "my husband" in some innocuous sentence. I think it was something like "Oh yeah me and my husband love that show" in regards to Chopped. So now everyone was asking me about my husband, because they had never heard I was married or even dating anyone. Everyone kept pestering me. Wanting to know about him. Wanting to see pictures.

I became full of panic. I did the one thing I swore I would never do again. I talked to other people about Flippo in real life.

We were at a team lunch, and I just let it all spill out. I told them about how I became enamored as a teenager with the Gigglecorp comic, how my "fantasy" evolved into an actual "imaginary" entity with a personality, and how I slowly began to grow in love with him. What started as a mere sexual attraction to giant fleas blossomed into a whirlwind romance, and that he became the love of my life, even though his existence was in my own mind. At first they thought I was doing a creepy joke, but I convinced them I was telling the truth. Well, they were afraid and disgusted.

I have been a pariah at work ever since. Everybody steers clear of me, we used to have a good social life, now people only speak to me for work related reasons. Even working virtually now, nobody sends me a Slack message unless it is about work. I even heard a rumor that people went to HR, but they were of course told nothing could be done. I have lost my good work friends because of this and it is indeed jeopardizing my career, because my bosses think I am insane. I have ruined my friendships and future career prospects due to my honesty.

I am thinking of starting to look for a new job, although it is difficult in the current environment. I can start fresh elsewhere though. No matter what, I will be staying with my husband, Flippo. For me, it is Flippo Forever. If you must know, I do hope that even if I am an old man, that one day the technology is invented to extract the Flippo personality from my mind and implant it into a real external body, either of a genetically engineered or a mechanical nature, and me and Flippo can then experience genuine physical connection. But if he must remain within me, that is fine. His love keeps me warm on the coldest of nights!

Thank you.

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[splendidsneb]

DbD doodle day.

(Digital Edition Desu)

[dementedgnomicwizard]

Is Clint better as a manlett or as like an 8 foot tall freakazoid?

HJDSKGHDF honestly i imagine him as like, somewhere in between. pretty average maybe  a little on the tall side

[vulpixelates]

i get so emotional thinking about the first few weeks we had mr. bigby

first of all. we just thought his foster mother was bringing him by to MEET HIM and she straight up just gave him to us, plus some food and a litter box bc ours was going to be delivered in a few days. we were NOT prepared for how small he was, either! he was so tiny! he looked so much bigger in pictures bc of the perspective!

he clung to my wife almost immediately but then in his seclusion in our bathroom while he got used to the new space/our smells, he would hide in the corner and just hiss. constantly. he was so afraid of everything, including us, and constantly hid. (once we thought we lost him entirely but somehow he'd climbed into a drawer.) we were genuinely convinced for a little bit that he would never like us and we'd have to bring him back

but eventually, he would start by curling up on a pillow between my wife and i in bed while we were just chillin'. our mattress was still on the floor at that point so he could just hop up or down and hang out even as a little bitty baby manlette, and he would just vibe and take a little nap between us. and then slowly he started climbing between our legs for cuddles.

and then by the end of his first week here, he and my wife were INSEPARABLE. watching her bond with him was one of the best parts of this whole experience - even still, how connected they are and how deeply she loves this little guy who lives in our house is so fucking sweet. he blossomed and came out of his shell so, SO quickly! his foster mom had been worried that he'd have trouble adjusting but my wife had turned him into the biggest cuddle bug in the world by the end of week two. to this day, he's a lap-seeking missile and WILL yell at us if there's no lap for him to sleep in.

bonus: where he was while i was typing this

[vulpixelates]

being the boy cat of a misandrist lesbian couple must be such a power trip for our son

"oh bigby, you're such a perfect little manlette! in fact, the only good one!"

[splendidsneb]

Can the Boogyman even have bad dreams?

AKA: tfw a crispy manlette invades your mind with uncomfortable scenarios of your little sister, and now he’s your roommate forever

This was originally going to be a silly comic, but then I got EDGY