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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
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#Sir Crocodile#Monkey D Dragon#Emporio Ivankov#Dragodile#Crocodad#My art#One Piece#We're not gonna talk about the work I should be doing rn I have Severe Procrastinitis and I'm doing my best okay#Alternative version where it was both Crocodile and Garp beating Dragon's ass before Iva-chan joined in but that was too much effort lmao#I'm a believer in Dragon being a Wind Logia so don't worry guys he is 100% taking this beating intentionally#He knows what he did and he's dealing with the concequences of his actions. With grace.#You know I realize Iva-chan should be two whole meters taller than Crocodile but we're just gonna ignore that#Look Iva-chan taking Crocodile's side and being like ''Crocoboy is right you fucked up bad Dragon'' brings me joy#And for real I've been wanting to draw this for months. But never did because I had other shit to do. Which I still do#But. You know. Sometimes you need to draw a shitpost. It's ✨ self-care ✨#And appearently One Piece shitpost comics have become the thing I draw for myself on occassion
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balor 🥰
#fields of mistria#fom#balor#fanart#art#sir...im so in love w you...#if anyone else like me loved the fuck out of stardew but was disappointed in the romance options...please play this game#the characters/interactions/dialouge is top notch#i knew nothing about this game i found out about it 2 days before release#i thought i was gonna go for march#and immedately met this guy and just#his first line is like (im a traveling merchant) and i went (oh no)#i have such a THING for merchant characters#i can finally live out my dream of romancing volo pkmn#sort of#except not evil#i think#love that the romance options in this game are like... adults with jobs/dreams/aspirations#unlike stardew where everyone is supposedly an adult but is like a teenager??#but in this game everyone is a contributing member of society#love that <3333#the dialouge for real is amazing#anyway. it still in uhh...early access? so you cant do everything youll be able to do one day#but thats good for me bc i tend to blast through these games and do 90% of things within a week#fanart???? from my ass???#only because i love this game and him#im so fucked up for him#not me tracking his ass down everyday to talk to him#also what i love about this game is being able to talk to everyone multiple times a day#like every hour or something
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Crocodile is low-key obsessed with manners like he tells Vivi he didn't expect a princess to be so foulmouthed (he's caused a civil war) and he gets mad at Sanji for being rude over the phone (while he's threatening him) All his employees' codenames start with Mr. or Miss. He's even trained his deadly attack crocodiles to queue nicely for their food!
#he's so funny#you could say it's because they're not scared of him that he gets mad but he specifically keeps saying how rude or how foulmouthed they are#like they're pirates??? so are you??? let them swear#real reason he made baroque works instead of having a pirate crew was he couldn't handle teaching pirates manners forever#one piece#op crocodile#sir crocodile#nefertari vivi#sanji#alabasta saga#baroque works
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simon riley, ang panget mo talaga (affectionate)
#why is writing captions in filo so liberating LMAO#but srsly like when i look at ghost?? he looks very....... ??????????#like even when i look at his actual game model (esp the MW3 ones).. he doesn't look too menacing to me#sir you look like a weeb??#BUT MAYBE THAT'S WHAT HE'S GOING FOR? IF SO THEN IM SORRY??#sometimes when i really think about it.. if i saw a guy with a mask like his in real life? i would NOT take him seriously#personally!!!!! he looks the “scariest” in his jawbone skin from MW2019 LOL the rest are mid.........#my art#2024#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod#cod mw#cod mwii#cod mwiii#modern warfare#mw#mw2#mw3#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#sketch
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HAPPY GERARD DAY HELLSITE!!!!!!!
YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!
#UGH oh my fucking god I’m so in love with them I could CRY his smile :’) what a lad#he’s just cheesin#as he should tbh he literally awkward photo grins just like me#anyway I hope he has a wonderful day and that he’s happy!!<3333#I’ve really genuinely had such a great time getting into mcr this past month it’s been so fun#thank you michael romance sir(s) I love being annoying and insufferable about things :)#gerard way#gee way#jared wee#gerald wave#jordan whale#gerry keay (real) (I swear)#mcr#my chemical romance#my chemical fucking romance#my chem
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EVERY TIME I WATCH A HORROR MOVIE AND VINCENT PRICE'S NAME POPS UP!
#vincent price#horror#horror movies#horror movie#classic horror#icon#legend#horror legend#my heart beats for you sir#every time his name comes up...i let out a little squeal...#you know shits about to get real#hes so sexy#so good#bicon#bisexual#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#gif#gif made by me#gifs#my gifs#random thoughts
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⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom
character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k
he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.
that’s when he stops being careful.
because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt.
it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you.
but this is the next best thing, he supposes.
your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own.
yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat.
no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.
“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.”
this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.
because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is.
he can’t stop, don’t you know?
it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this.
but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.
if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest.
“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”
no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either.
at least you have each other.
your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more.
these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.
it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.
it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass.
you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless.
his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.
only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers.
“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.”
two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin.
callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.
“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat.
a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart.
“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?”
“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest.
yeah, he fucking did.
and neither of you would have it any other way.
#dabi smut#dabi x reader#dabi x you#todoroki touya smut#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya x you#wrote this real quick before bed last night#after my boyfriend had slathered my own slick all over my face hehehe#so thank u for inspiring this lil piece sir#inky.touya#inky.dabi#tw:noncon#tw:pseudocest
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Walk him like a dog
#if crocodile tells me to sit i sit honestly so real of you buggy#one piece#buggy the clown#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#cross guild#crocbug#one piece 1122
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ITS STUCK IN MY HEAD I HAD TO-
Cover by @swiblettheduk
#NOT AI#SJDJNCJSJS#Guys sir pentious sings channel is gonna be real you guys im so excited#i love the covers its all bangers cant wait for yall to hear them fr fr#its so stupid but so good at the same time#i cry#hazbin hotel#sir pentious#cherrisnake#my work#edit
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Mr. Yusuf Dikeç, the man that you are.
#Just...look at him. no fancy gear no blur prevention lens no eye cover just his prescription glasses#those yellow travel earplugs#and oodles and oodles of talent confidence and charisma#HE'S THE REAL DEAL#he made olympic silver look so easy and that's how you know he's IT#51 years old too like ... SIR you have made me a fan for life#Olympics#yusuf dikec#millie's entries#paris 2024
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i want them to share a ciggie so bad (and monarch can then yell at both of them)
#venture bros#henchman 21#dr. mrs. the monarch#by sharing i mean for real. like maybe sheila wakes up early and finds gary on a balcony csuse he cant sleep so he just went to look at the#sky or something and she goes for a smoke and they share the cigarette and chat#mmaybe kiss#hey if the boys did the whole bm arc and can have secrets these two can smoke in secret from time to time#i do think its just a gag and i dont see gary as a smoker but i dont think hed refuse a cig from sheila#but i think of him as someone that probably wouldnt like the smell? maybe? since one of his special interests are perfumes and stuff lol#just a guy that likes to smell (<- saw something like this in tags b4)#my hcs anyway his special interests are perfumes and scents and cooking maybe#rewatching and yeah saw he was coughing his lungs out when smoking in 211 thats confirmation for me that he only did it to look cool#i remembered it as him laughing when 24 said 'you sir are a big gay' but no hes coughing#maybe its both
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I'm still here, y'all
Idk if I'll ever leave
Like THIS is the man saying that, like I'm SORRY IMMA NEED A MINUTE
#walton goggins#like are you kidding me#i love you for real sir#please say more#cooper howard#the ghoul#fallout#ghoulcy
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…..Cannot believe this, is fucking devastated
Rest in peace Akira Toriyama🕊️
Thank you for everything
#akira toriyama#rest in peace#we lost a real one today#what a legacy you left behind sir#is in shock
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Brian responding to Instagram comments remains glorious
#Something something that time I said “if Brian gets anywhere even close to rude you know you really pissed him off”#also him calling our election season “potential disaster” so real king#queen#queen band#brian may#sir brian may
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the ghost
#witch hat tag#orufrey#..and a random unrelated drawing.#i was going to express more of this rich theme but i might be too tired rn. from twt: perhaps..every time someone's memory is erased#the ghost of who they were follows them around. if they were an adult it would follow the one who took it#if a child it gets stuck and follows themself. galga's would follow himself as well.#if i were easthies i would be stressed out too because i think he can almost hear the vengeful lost voices of a crowd of phantoms#clinging onto his arms. that's what i would say to him anyway. can you hear them sir?#but only people who have remorse would almost be able to tell just how haunted they are. oru's ghost follows qifrey- silent - watching him.#is he holding child qifrey's hand? they watch your actions. til you exorcise the ghost you cant hold his hand for real qifrey#bc you are carrying your child self's corpse. you know that but... maybe you need to choose which one very soon. only one.#there's a point where you have to set down what you've been carrying and give it the funeral no-one came to#aren't your arms tired?
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🦌
#shikaku nara#nara shikaku#shikamaru nara#nara shikamaru#im going through it#i miss them#naruto#WJY WAS I GONNA TAG THIS AS OP HELP#Its 2 am im going through it for real#naruto fanart#idk whats up naruto fandom is it alive still#the shikaku was originally a shikamaru but then i went no.......i need his father....thats why he looks younger but#oigjgh shikaku iwont you sir
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