#tall shepherd

[mapas-fantasticos]

Map of Pontea from The Severing Son novel by Vaughn Roycroft (Map by Tall Shepherd).

[luna-the-cretar]

Okay, I know that Sarnax is probably just as tall as Shepherd, maybe a little bit shorter bc of his hunch but like. I keep picturing Sarnax as like. A head shorter than Shepherd. Like even if he wasn’t hunching over, Sarnax would only go up to Shep’s shoulders. Idk, man has short king energy to me

And that’s to say that I know Shepherd is probably closer to 6ft tall in canon (too lazy to look it up to check), but like. I want to envision him as like. Maybe 5’10 at the tallest (counting his horns btw). Probably closer to 5’8.

I want these men to be short kings. Especially since I picture both Victoria and Kana to be either just as tall or taller than either of them. By like an inch. Just enough to say they’re taller.

Clayton is the tallest but only because his hat reaches the stratosphere. If you remove the hat, he’s like 5’5, but the hat is basically a part of him (like that weird cursed tubi ad with with flesh cowboy and the flesh wizard), so I’m counting the hat too

[pebbles-scatter]

how doof is acting while living on milos couch is like Very personal to me bc i have lived on someones couch and dude i was like i have to be The Best Boy or else theyll put me on the streets so im just so flabbergasted by some of his behavior 😭

[fullmoonfireball]

i should try drawing Ocobans (well. just Sammy.) again but with other species as contrast, bc i think that'd help me with emphasizing the torso length.

definitely want to draw them with a Sigurayan and Hocotatian (probably Kit and Louie) to have all the Weird Long Proportion guys together, but i think having someone with more normal proportions who's around the same height would add something . dont know who to use tho

[theaologies]

My cousin’s German shepherd is, no joke, the size of a small horse

[kaorvv]

there is no place on earth like south lebanon. no place on earth that can replace the space in my heart carved specifically for this land its people

[isthatapuppydog]

[amphibimii]

The fact that Louie is even allowed to roam freely and write Piklopedia entries after what he was up to during the events of Pikmin 4 is crazy to me. They straight up made him a villain in this installment and the Rescue Corps is like "yea he's just straight chillin, he even wrote us some recipes"

Like I find Louie as funny as the next guy but I feel like realistically he should've been imprisoned or at least kept tied up jeez. He feels like he could be an active risk still honestly!

And don't get me wrong I'm not criticizing anyone for liking Louie, that's not what this post is. I'm just shocked they let him run around and be free after all that shit! Damn!

[gar-a-ash]

They might like me

[machinenamedgar]

Sorry if its not much 😭 i planned bigger things and then suddenly had a notification go off saying I had a 6am team run but I promised something and I delivered 😭😭 Sorry if it ain't much I was planning for multiple things and it was going good until BOOM, six am run.

@phantom-ares0 here's some sketches 😭 Xeno would absolutely try and draw on a beard if he can't when the 141 can and Laswell couldn't take it off 😭😭

ALSO HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. XENO JUST ABLE TO GRAB GHOST ANKLES AND JUST STAND ON HIS TIPPY TOES 😭😭 Ghost says he doesn't like it but he finds it funny.

Also Xeno being in the holding room was gonna be part of a larger project😭

[panspy]

i love shipping my ocs with my friends ocs and making the worst possible pairings

[houseofwolvess]

AAAGHHGHGH i hate writing essays so much. i never know what im supposed to cite, or how much im supposed to cite, and it drives me up the fuckin wall. like... its an argumentative essay on why the purposeful breeding of severely brachycephalic dogs is unethical. i was planning on comparing the lifespan and health of english bulldogs to dogs of a similar size + weight, as dogs of a similar size tend to have similar lifespans unless there's something drastically wrong with the breed's health, but i have no idea if im supposed to cite my sources on half that shit. if i say english bulldogs typically weigh between 45-55lbs, do i have to cite that??? it feels so unnecessary. or like, is it truly necessary for me to have to find a source for the lifespans?? it's so fucking stupid

[maxanite]

hello chat i bring to you my most recent dnd character

[sisyphus-prime]

Guys tag is funny because its a lot of people down bad bad bad for this guy and like

I dunno man, he just makes me think of a big dog.

A very. Very excited dog with a sizable bite history

[tojisteddy]

Cry Baby | 1.4k words (gawd damn), 18+ mdni, smut with a little plot, dacryphilia, daddy kink, meanie!simon, age gap (Simon’s 34, reader!mid-late twenties)

Simon Riley is used to making people cry.

Whether it be from heartbreak, his tall and muscular build in addition to the mask scaring children, from being too blunt, cursing men & women out, making them feel too good when he’s stuffed them full of his cock— he was used to the tears.

But you, you were an anomaly.

Sometimes you’d cry when Simon was being too mean, cry over a good movie— tears would brim to your lashes when he’d kiss you after you two would make up because you were stupid in love with the brute. But sometimes you’d hold it. A trait that Simon hated because it was like he was dealing with a different person.

He knew you were off when the two of you went shopping (for your closet of course) and you didn’t say much except ‘I like whatever you like Si.’ You’d be in and out of conversation, ‘hm?’ and ‘what’d ya say?’ constantly leaving your mouth. He’d already known you we’re past your limit, but you wouldn’t say a word. Usually by the first or second day you’d fess up on your own, voice horse, gripping at his shirt, big brown eyes averting his own because you were too embarrassed. ‘can we- can we talk? just for a bit?’

His cute princess.

But now, a week had passed. He expected to hear those heart aching sobs after he heard you telling off your younger German shepherd, Fish (yes, Fish) to ‘let go’ and ‘it’s mine, Fish!’ He’d found the dog with your favorite worn out sweater, now ripped and tattered, in his mouth as he laid on the couch. Not a peep came from your lips. So the man was forced to push you to talk. Not an issue. He’d done it before.

“Got somethin’ y’wanna say t’me?”

You glanced over at the older man. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest and looking at you dead on. You shifted on your feet. You hated when he stared, it was like he was reading you like a book and tarring out the pages for good keeping.

You went back to getting the dog food ready for their last meal of the day, “nope.”

Stubborn. Simon found it funny sometimes when you picked up some of his traits, that included that stubbornness that popped out when you were agitated. But you weren’t supposed to be like Daddy, no, you’re supposed to be better. Simon would make you better.

“Don’t be hard headed swee’ art. Y’know better.”

He’d practically pushed you into a corner with his words alone. It wasn’t just intimidation, it was a clear warning. You needed out. So you spoke whatever words were at the forefront of your mind.

“Then I just don’t have anythin to say to you.”

The man was dumbfounded, head tilting to the side in awe. He didn’t expect that answer of all things and you casually went to go feed the dogs like you hadn’t said anything. A deep chuckle fills the silent walls of the kitchen.

Cute little thing. Loveable thing. His babygirl.

You didn’t wanna cry? Didn’t wanna talk? Fine.

Simon would fuck it out of you.

“Wait- hmph- w-wait Daddy I don’t-“

“Y’talk now? Thaaa’s a shocker.”

“No- I- s’tooooo much Daddy! I don’t like it like-nnnggh this!”

Simon rolled his eyes, of course you didn’t like it. It was when you felt undeniable, inescapable pleasure. He’d have you in a headlock, all of his weight completely pressed against you, rolling his hips as his girth stretched out your sweet pink walls. The room was completely filled with your moans and the smacking of his balls hitting your ass as he bottomed out with each stroke.

How many times had you cum already?

It didn’t fucking matter if tears weren’t coming out yet. And he wasn’t just aiming for those regular small ‘feel good’ tears, he needed those belligerent sobs that made your throat hurt. The blonde liked to call it ‘regulating emotions.’ When you couldn’t do it yourself of course Daddy would help. What else was he there for?

Your eyes were at the back of your skull, long manicured nails clawing at his arm and trying to get ahold of yourself. You felt delirious and you’d only cum twice but Simon kept pushing you like he wanted something out of you. The truth, you shook your head at your own thoughts. No way, you were fine. This was— god, the bastard, the ghost himself was dragging himself in and out of you, in and out, harsh and slow. Just so you could hear the squelching of your sopping cunt and get you completely embarrassed and moaning at the sound.

“Si- let’s- a break— mmmgghhh- we- oh fuck daddy- break? annngh p-please?” You whined out.

“ ‘Nd why would y’need a break when you’ve been a lazy fuckin bitch this whole time?”

A military man who could lie in an instant.

He hadn’t told you to do a single thing tonight but he needed a reaction out of you. He scuffed, pulling his strawberry red dick out of you with a loud ‘pop’ and turning you on your side. Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and straddling your other thigh. He slapped his aching tip on your drenched hole, there you were clenching over nothing.

“Didn’t wanna talk this whole time but now ya got shit to say.” Simon slammed every fucking inch of him inside of your oh-so tight cunt making him throw his head back. “The fuckin nerve of ya.”

“I- wait-“

“-Thought ya were my good girl, but you’re just a stupid slut for daddy’s cock.”

A hiccup.

He looked down at your pretty face and- oh. there it was. There it fuckin was. That sickeningly adorable trembling pout on your two tone lips, real tears spilling out of your eye ducts and meeting the pillow as he repeatedly slammed into your gushing walls. Was it sick for him to crave it? Yes. But the big guy couldn’t help himself, he loved seeing pretty girls cry for him. Even better when he had a good reason to get it out of you. You felt the knots in your stomach building, even worse as Simon pressed a hand on your stomach as his dick poked out. A string of grumbled curses leaving his mouth at the feel of it.

You gasped, pushing at his abdomen, “Daddy nooo- it’s really too much! I- I-”

“—Nuh-uh. Stop fightin it and give it t’me. Give. It. To. Me.”

Your orgasm was harshly yanked out of you, screaming at the top of your lungs— thank fuck you two lived in the middle of the woods. You’d finally let that week old sob out of your throat, fat salty tears spilling out at everything because you really did feel everything at the moment. All the sadness was now washing over you like a wave mixed along with the high of cumming. An insane combination.

“Therrrre you go pup. Creaming all over me, all while bein so. damn. pretty. Want my cum baby girl? Hmm? Shit baby, you wanna feel full with Daddy?”

You couldn’t even find your words, just pulling at his hips to feel him deeper inside you. And it was so warm, so- loving when he came inside you, Simon making sure you took every drop till you couldn’t anymore. He cupped your face in his big hands, wiping away the tears that continued to fall. So fuckin cute. He’d sit you up, still on his cock of course, leaning back with his propped up arms and peering down at you.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong or it’s still not for your Daddy t’hear?”

You sniffed, big brown puppy dog eyes looking up at the man full of scars.

“E-everyone-“ you let out a shaky breath, “everyone’s so damn mean Si.”

And you went on and on about your completely shitty week, from your job, to missing the train right when you needed it to Fish ripping apart your favorite fucking sweater. And Simon was there, attentive but silent, listening to every word uttered. Wiping away the stray tears with a thumb and pinching your cheek. His silly girl, adorable princess. Held it in for nothing, as if he wouldn’t be there to comfort you. Silly, silly girl. He’d fix that too, but for now—

“Want me t’take care of ya? Hm lovie?” His lips met yours, fitting the two like a missing puzzle piece. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing the blonde man closer and pressing yourself against him. You didn’t say a word. You didn’t have to.

He snickered against your lips, “Course ya do, baby, course ya fuckin do.”

a/n: kinda on Simon kick. Also the gaggery of my last post about him. Thank you guys so much. You probably won’t read this again but reading while listening to Cry Baby by SZA or Janis Joplin>>>

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