[flying dutchman voice] THE MONKEY!
(and extra designs cuz i did multiple concepts)
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Today you get tha skrunkily
Some Lloyd headcanons (mine, not my sister's-
ok well maybe some of them are)
Age 19 (mentally around 14)
Height 5'8
Shortest out of the group
Still likes bedtime stories (he just reads to himself now, every once in a while he reads a children's book)
Tries to keep everyone in a daily routine (waking up and going to bed on time, getting training and chores done, etc.)
Doesn't remember too much of the time before he had tomorrow's tea, it caused some memory loss
Looks up to Kai and Nya, sees them as older siblings he can always turn to
Aight that's about it imma head out
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Alright. Headcanons of the Shvonder and Sharikov relationship >:D
i think sharikov is uncharacteristically silly around him, like
sharikov: yeah I like totally swept him off his feet (laughed at all his jokes like a college girl)
but as soon as there's a third person he's back to normal.
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John Dory's Final ex reveal!!!
It's Creek!
Wait, what's this?
It's Patty with the steel chair!!!
Meet Patty the Pain™!!! She's a professional wrestler rock troll! She and JD met at a party after a wrestling show and she basically said "I like you. You're going to be my boyfriend for a little while."
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everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.
how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.
how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.
how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.
how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.
and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.
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