#twin peens

[joe-bidens-alt-account]

[drugsforaddicts]

[9-93]

[kharmii]

It's been ten years, and I still see this post and go, "..pfffttptpptpffffffttt...."

Well…the Joes killed it. No point sticking around now.

[saphronethaleph]

Skydancer

“Well… darn,” Leia said, with feeling.

Apparently she’d picked entirely the wrong time to look in on the rebels in the Dennogra system. The Imperials had somehow got wind of the presence of the base, a sting operation had gone into play – while she was there, no less – and a Star Destroyer and an Interdictor were hanging overhead, TIE fighters flying cover over the base while stormtroopers closed in.

Her transport was already disabled, burned out by the first wave of fighters, and the local Rebel net had gone silent thirty seconds ago with the last report being that Base Orenth and Base Trill had both been neutralized.

Leia reached for her hold-out pistol.

She had a choice coming up, soon. She’d either be surrendering herself into Imperial custody, hoping for the means to make an escape attempt, or she’d be selling her life dearly.

And…

...she couldn’t see herself surrendering to Imperial custody. They knew she was a Rebel, now. Tarkin might be dead, but she had no reason to expect that any Imperial captors would be even as merciful as him.

Her fingers slid over the grip of the blaster as she moved from cover to cover, ears alert for any sign of the Stormtroopers closing the net, then paused as she spotted something.

There was an A-Wing fighter left in the hanger.

Leia frowned, trying to remember what she knew about the A-Wing.

It was… shielded, she knew that much, and it was fast and agile. And it didn’t rely on an Astromech droid to make hyperspace jumps.

That was it, then. That was how she could get out of this.

She just needed to handle enough fighters to get clear, and then the Interdictor – either escaping it by flying out of its range, or disabling it.

The A-Wing had concussion missile launchers, didn’t it? And the shields on an Imperial cruiser or destroyer were…

Leia thought about that a moment longer, checking in all directions, then made up her mind and ran for the fighter.

“Hey – stop!” a voice shouted, and Leia whirled. Without stopping, she snapped off two blasts, and one stormtrooper fell with a smoking hole in his breastplate.

The other ducked into cover, then returned fire, and Leia paused by the front leg of the A-Wing before firing twice more. That left her only two shots left in the small energy cell, but the shot did down the other stormtrooper, and she hurried up the ladder into the cockpit before sealing the canopy and hitting the self-start button.

The fighter’s computer flashed an unhappy pattern of lights at her, and Leia bared her teeth.

“Come on, you bucket of bolts,” she muttered, stabbing at a few controls, then the status screen came up. She flicked the repulsors online, then the shields, and a moment later a blaster bolt peened off the shield and into the corner of the hangar.

Blasters came up next, and Leia twisted the yoke. It was intuitive and responsive, a sign of good design, and she walked her fire across a whole squad of stormtroopers.

Then she keyed the main engines, and the whole hangar behind her was fried as the powerful engines boosted her upwards.

Two patrolling TIEs immediately began closing in on her, the sensor screen pinging a warning, and Leia muttered a curse.

She wasn’t a pilot… but this was a very fast and very agile fighter.

And it wasn’t like anyone else was showing up to save her skin.

A twitch of the yoke, and she snap-rolled ninety degrees to starboard before spinning halfway around. The twin cannon spat fire, blowing one TIE to pieces and clipping the wing of the other, and the second one wobbled in an uncontrollable roll before managing to get some control of itself and come back around.

Another element of two TIEs was vectoring in, and Leia finished her spin before diving towards the ground. There were Imperial ground elements down there, still visible, and if the fighters were going to shoot at her she could at least decoy them to try and hit the ground forces – then a large Imperial walker was looming up before her, and Leia adjusted her angle a little to aim between the front and back legs.

Pulling back out again as soon as she shot between them, Leia glanced around to get a good handle on the situation, then yanked the yoke back and switched from engines to repulsors. That meant the big engines weren’t pushing her forwards any more, letting her make a tight turn, and she pulled the trigger twice about when she’d be lined up with the pursuing fighters.

Three more explosions lit the sky, followed by drifting clouds of smoke as bits of TIE fighter rained down, then Leia switched back to main engines and turned towards her next targets.

Even a novice like her could tell that she didn’t want to be surrounded by enemy fighters. So the only way out of this was going to be to make sure they didn’t – or couldn’t.

“We feared we’d lost you, Princess,” General Rieekan said, as Leia clambered down the side of the A-Wing she’d appropriated. “When we heard about the attack on the Dennogra base, we feared the worst.”

“I was all right,” Leia replied. “Fortunately I had an A-Wing.”

“You’re not wrong,” Wedge agreed, inspecting it. “That’s definitely an A-Wing.”

He frowned. “What actually happened, Princess? The report was that there was an Interdictor overhead… was that incorrect?”

“No, there was,” Leia agreed. “Along with a Star Destroyer. Like I said, I had an A-Wing. Whoever designed that fighter is a real expert, it can be flown as well as you please by even a novice.”

Wedge, Carlist Rieekan, and everyone else present not named Leia Organa exchanged confused looks.

“...no, it can’t,” Wedge said, slowly. “It’s a good bird, a bit lighter than I prefer, but it’s extremely temperamental… who else was flying with you? Did anyone else get out?”

“All the other fighters were taken out on the ground by the initial bombardment and fighter strike,” Leia replied. “The one I used happened to be deeper into the hanger and it survived.”

“You escaped by yourself?” Rieekan asked. “Princess, I’m… sorry for my tone of voice, but that’s impossible. Or it shouldn’t be possible. Those two capital ships carry nearly a hundred TIEs between them, and while some of those squadrons are bombers or boarding elements that’s still-”

He broke off, because Leia was counting under her breath.

“...that sounds about right,” she said. “Well, I counted about sixty, anyway, and maybe a dozen bombers.”

“I think we need to check the gun camera footage,” Wedge decided. “I want to see this.”

About an hour later, Leia was in the middle of catching up on important messages when Rieekan came into the meeting room she was using.

So did Wedge, and most of the other pilots on the cruiser.

“We’re not worthy,” Derek Klivian declared. “We’re not worthy! We’re not worthy!”

“Hobbie,” Wedge said, shaking his head. “Are you ever going to stop that?”

“Nope, sir!” Klivian replied.

“He’s got a point,” Rieekan said. “Princess, we’ve reviewed the gun camera footage. And then taken some anti-nausea medication.”

“Is there something wrong?” Leia asked.

“Well, you’re one of the best pilots in history,” Wedge replied. “None of my best pilots could do that. I’d have said even Luke couldn’t do that, but then Hobbie told a joke and we decided to actually do it.”

“Princess,” Rieekan went on. “I regret to inform you that a genetic test has revealed that you’re Luke Skywalker’s sister. We think you’re both the children of Anakin Skywalker, who went down in galactic history as the single most capable natural pilot ever recorded.”

“...though you might just earn the top spot, now,” Tycho added. “Seriously, that was at least fourteen consecutive chakra manoeuvres and you shot down at least two fighters per chakra manoeuvre. And I never knew the A-Wing could do half of the other things you made it do.”

Leia was still wrapping her head around Luke Skywalker’s sister.

“Ever considered being a pilot?” Wedge added. “I’d say we can give you lessons but that might not even be necessary…”

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! We’ll skip a day tomorrow by the way, but I hope to write a longer reply soon...

Anonymous asked:

Fortunately, I also love cursed things, the more cursed the better! Glad you agree! 😊😊

Of course, I absolutely agree! This is what makes it fun~

Anonymous asked:

Idk if I asked thus already but in ur opinion, how do the tops dominate their partner? Do they top by riding their partner or by penetration?

In our case by calling a character a top we imply that this character does the penetration :) But also while the majority of our tops are dominant, it’s not completely impossible for someone to be somewhat more submissive with the bottom of the pair riding their partner.

Anonymous asked:

Saw the bunny pic! Ortho looks so excited to have three subs all to himself!

Hehe yes!! Ortho is one lucky bun!

Anonymous asked:

So, we got all tops in the Pop Music Club, the one club that just sits around doing nothing all day. So who's the favorite "lucky guest" that gets brought in to help "cure" these boys "boredom"? ;) ;) ;)

Well, two of the three members of the Pop Music Club did attack Idia with their extrovert attention in that one vignette, and I have an obvious bias, so my answer is pretty predictable lol But realistically, I don’t think they would be able to bring Idia to their club room more than once.

Silver could be good, he is not only Lilia’s precious son kohai, but also Kalim’s classmate! And he’ll definitely try his best to do whatever he’s asked to do.

I guess the Pop Music Club just sits and discusses this exact topic for the majority of time... “- What about Jamil? - No, Kalim, we can’t ask Jamil every single time...”, that type of thing...

Anonymous asked:

*kicks down the door* Have you heard?!?! Japanese server has both of the twins in their merform!!! As fucken cards!!!!! Like holy shit?!?! Am I dreaming?!?! And OMG! the poses!!!! Like hot damn!!!! I need to scream!

They are so good, Anon!!

I was so sure we would get their merform cards eventually, but finally seeing it feels so weird in a good way. I wonder what their groovies are going to be like...

Anonymous asked:

So we are getting merman Jade and Floyd in  August... I've been blessed for it being my birthday month ( shout out to all my August bday people out there)

ANYWAYS

Soo do you think those two will have merman sex in their eel form? Wouldn't it be like having sex with a merman except this one can tear you in two if they could?

I am sure Riddle will have a blast when it's Floyd ^^ and Idia too with either twin^^

I mean,,,,,, I know I would if it's with Jade ~^^

Aw, happy birthday month, Anon!

Using the Tweels’ eel form in all kinds of nasty scenarios is always fun, we actually have a couple of posts about it >:3c There are probably some more but I can’t find them right now...

The one about Floyd in heat (FloRid)

The one about Jade in heat

The one about the eel peen

But to answer your question: yes, they will! And yes, they could tear a person in two lol

Poor/lucky Riddle and/or Idia~

[loopscereal]

Day 4: Pride i wrote it on his shirt instead of the black text in the bg like I've done for the past days, since the space is surprisingly occupied Okay so i kinda went crazy with this one... If you wanna read my decisions and thoughts behind this thing feel free to read below the cut !

Anyways, Pride. Bon. Where the hell do i start. I see Bon as a very proud person, at least proud of his craft, at what he excels at, which is playing guitar. SO. Why is he so many colors and shit? Hes the colors of the people closest to him. Friends. Malva/Usagi is the blue, Mangle/Meg is the pink, Toddy's the red, Joys yellow, and Bonnie's purple. All the different colors and expressions represent what they sorta do to Bon? How they affect and influence him n shit... All with his pride at the center of it. Malva/Usagi. Shes his sister, his twin. They are directly compared what feels like constantly to Bon. He's specifically in his school uniform because school is where they show their true personalities most. Where they differ the most. Malva is organized, in control, plans thing out, is a natural leader, book smart. She's always 'on top of it' and mature. All things he feels he lacks/inst enough of. A point of shame and envy within him, at least in comparison to her. Same situation and she can somehow 'handle it all better'. Whether that's all true is a different matter lol. perception and reality am i right? Anyways onto Joy. Yellow. All the toys boost each-others egos and shit, but where Bon and Mangle are comfortable being brutally honest and blunt, but giving genuine compliments is sorta few and sparse, laced in their silly stupid sarcasm and fake hatred of each-other. Joy just says what she wants straight up. If the others are going off, she'll say it, if they're blowing it, she's gonna say it straight up. Shes always energized, and imbues the other two with that same energy. For Bon, Joy is someone who pushes that cocky side of him further out. Full of himself, thinking he's hot shit. (I mean thinking that isn't completely undeserved, hes impressive for his age n shit, but kid has an ego is hat I'm saying lol) She brings out his fiercer energy. She gasses him up, inflates his ego, and his pride gets the better of him and can turn kinda shitty and egotistical and mean ect ect Mangle/ Meg, lol. haha stupid stupid stupid decisions. They are both. very proud of their craft and Mangle is someone who has peen put through and continues dealing with a lot of pain. He pushes through it though. She pushes through her pain, through their days, through everything that's handed to him because she's determined to get through shit and not let things like constant aches and loss of balance hinder him. They'll do what they want and it doesn't matter what hurts. Bon. Was already a dumb-ass with that sorta mentality, but alongside mangle they both push each-others pride to being a detriment to their own health and safety. lol

Toddy. Toddy, Toddy, Toddy. Longtime family friend, has known that blue rabbit family since. ever. okay? Okay. She knows. She just knows what the fuck is up with their house and situation, she's seen Bon at his worst and helped him. Moments he'd rather not be aided, moments he'd rather not be seen. Moments of shame. Along with that shame of being seen, comes the discomfort and shame of being known. They know each other, they do, yet they feel like strangers at the same time. They can hang out and have fun, but they don't click in the same way Bon clicks with the Toys. There's a seed of shame in Bon that he cant be the good friend Toddy wants and needs. The friend she feels she had. The friend she feels she lost somewhere. Bonnie. Bonnie. End of sentence I cant do this anymore I cant fucking tackle that one i cant do it you cant make me- Okay what if you someone really pissed you off. Like super pissed you the fuck off. You have this one thing you're really good at, you have this one thing you you are GREAT at, you consider yourself unmatched. Then you get matched. Then you aren't an untouchable god at your craft. You're tumble down from your pedestal, you ego is more bruised than you can admit. Then he bugs you cause he think you're cool and can teach him shit. Even though you feel like you totally lost just by being matched, and part of you hates it cause he's a walking reminder that you aren't untouchable. but part of you likes it because someones fucking gawking at you and looking at you with admiration, directly. SO you fucking cave and do it and whoops oh shit you kinda vibe with this guy. Shit he likes Zelda. shit hes letting you use is switch cause you mentioned never having played any of the Zelda games even tho you've both been passionately ranting about the games for a while now. You became friends with the guy who irritates you good job doofus. Goodluck with the weird mix of friendship and resentment idiot. And the underlying romantic bullshit cause fuck you , fuck you royally. And scene. Killing Bon fnaf highschool my curse to carry. lololololol

Pride, Shame, People.

[daddymymouthisfullofstars]

Twink Peens: A Twin Peaks Porn Parody

[dirtylittlediesel]

tangerine more like show some peen. his twin lemon more like tits ass heaven. yuichi more like you greasy. shigeru more like dilf cock crew 😄 momomon more like cute suit on ! 💓

[joe-bidens-alt-account]

You shouldn’t talk to Coop like that Albert.

[kharmii]

Your comprehension really isn't doing you any wonders. Did you lose it when you lost your empathy addressing other people in the fandom slurs for having kinks you hate? They arn't uncomfortable because you're making the gallade art about Blankshipping, they're uncomfortable because it is you who is the blankshipper. Actually yeah. You can be normal and not want siblings to kiss.LMAO You rant when you see the twins are being weird as if your Volo fic isn't "cockroach wifing" him as well eww

To be fair, when I remarked that everybody was retarded, I meant everybody. I didn't mean that you are all retarded, and I'm somehow exempt. Nope. Everybody means everybody. One stupid fetish shouldn't be deemed more acceptable than another, just because some minors or barely-adult woke sjws want to play fandom police. Did it ever occur to antis that twincest fetish is more about thinking it's hot for two identical people to make out, rather than the incest kink?

Hmm....cockroach wifing Volo you say? Ya know, there are several of us who hang on to love for Volo over a year after PLA was released who want him represented as 'just some guy' rather than the edge-lord who is literal Satan. A lot of people ship him with Akari, but to be fair, everybody who played PLA might have imagined themselves as being Akari (or Rei, whatever) with a cute boyfriend in a big brother role who smiled at them and playfully wagged his finger. I expressed the spirit of that in this post.

Anyway, the stupid crap I wrote about Volo x Giratina!Emmet is perfectly acceptable amongst antis. The two-dick snake man author did one with Giratina!Volo with 'vore' and 'cumflation' as tags. Trainwreckshipping is supposed to be one of the morally pure good puritanical alternatives to blankshipping. Gee golly....what sort of trainwreck themes are over on AO3? Mermaid eggs in the ass, spider eggs in the ass, erotic cannibalism, omegaverse micro-peens, necrophilia, macro/micro.....all retarded ass shit that antis deem is okay, but there's a select list of no-no themes that get you blocked by the kiddos for being some sort of sexual predator weirdo irl.

[zumpietoo]

Silly Continues....

Actually, there was ONE person (not moi!) who simply corrected their narrative of "Cole hates therapy"----and they hardly came across as a Cole hater.....

And that would be a significant "love/hate relationship"----or is, you know, Silly/janASS simply talking about herself, with her "anon" sock?

Soo.....Cole (somebody, again, in the public eye and trained what to say since infancy) has "learned all the right things to say" (from his shrink---which not what they do, but not his handlers?), but still can't control his "narcissism", cuz, you know----it's as majjjikkkal and powerful as his uncontrollable peen, I guess?

And what, exactly WERE these "red flags"?

First off, Cole's freely entitled to feel however he wants about whatever he wants, particularly his own life and the people in it....that would be one of the first things a therapist would tell anybody....

About his mom: Melanie was a terrible parent, who robbed him of his childhood and deeply hurt him, his twin brother (who has frequently had less than positive things to say about her, as well----so he's a "narc", too?) and his dad (with whom he has a lovely relationship) and an addict, etc....Cole is free and entitled to have less than positive emotions about her and say as much.....he was actually quite restrained in the podcast, so IDK even what the issue/red flag was.

Also, but if your mom had cancer, one's resulting manpain makes one a saint, right?

Moving on: both PP and Breetch were terrible GF and have routinely dragged Cole, falsely and publicly for years....does that make them "narcs"? (TBF they are and IDK even what your loony ass is, but still)? Cuz apparently the "red flag" is saying anything less than 1000000% positive about anybody, ever...

And, again, he was really gracious and restrained....

In the case of Ari----I have no idea? I'd think "I love her/been together for over 2 years and it's felt like a minute/we've experienced compatibility on a level I've never known" would all be REALLY good things?

But hey, I'm not a loony reading IG versions of pop psych, so I know nothing....

[justzawe]

As we’ve discussed many times on here, women over 35 have babies all the time

Rachel McAdams had her first kid at 40 and then another at 42. Hilary Swank is having twins at 48. No one is talking slim chances there because nobody is obsessed with their husbands.

This is exactly why I don’t date men that all the girlies are trying to hop on. It must be annoying af to have people putting all this bad energy on your relationship and even your child. And it’s all because they want a ride on the peen express.

[silverheartlugia2000]

Wildling- werecat trevor

too many vampire/werewolf trevor stories. Why not catshifter? he likes climbing/sleeping in trees, avoiding people, and broke a mans leg once for abusing a cat. 

summery-   Trevor wasn't a social butterfly like Sypha or a classy vampire prince like Adrien, despite being born into lordship. Compared to them Trevor lived like a feral alley cat half his life and often acted as such. One day he was alone the next he had two people he might come to call friends.

Still instinct and habit are hard things to hold back for a stray sometimes, even with how much he's come to trust, maybe love the two. Especially when it came to the three key rules to survival.

1 always be ready for a fight whether it be for defense, a place to sleep, or food, letting your guard down could mean death.

2 if you know you can't win a fight, bluff your way out. Half of the time intimidation was more than enough to suffice against an opponent.

3 injuries should be kept hidden at all costs. Injuries and sickness mean weakness. It makes him a target for an easy meal.

-backstory- Not long after the manor was burned, a witch catches him stealing food, it was supposed to be a punishment, she had a reputation after all, but hopefully the mild curse she gives him should help this child survive long enough to fulfill his part in the prophecy. She didn’t know it would take it upon itself to evolve alongside him afterwards. it was never intended to give him a beast form, semi immortality, or let him bear children alongside their wife. 

-They didn’t leave Alucard after Dracula's death, but Trevor ends up called away for a hunt. After coming home and sleeping off injuries for a week Trevor wakes with a sense of foreboding and the smell of strangers. Meanwhile Alucard allows the twins to explore his family's hold. The conflict awakens something within that has started to wake the need to claim what’s his

-the mirror still works. Sypha uses it to fill her travel urges, and to drag Trevor home when he wanders off and gets hurt.

-Trevor is touch starved but also unused to good touches so he still tenses. Does not like being woken up suddenly because of past experiences and may punch or stab because of it. Can NOT sleep easily without a knife or two under his pillow.

-before the fight with the twins it was very subtle, he had slightly sharper senses especially for magic, reflexes, agility, strength, instincts that were more suited to help in his hunts, awareness focused than anything. Had sharp teeth but not unusually so, kitten noises were very subdued and rare, will either sit still for hours or pace relentlessly depending on the situation, still can't help but pee everywhere though.

-the night the twins try to kill Alucard is when it peaks, the second he smells burning flesh, fuck his wounds he runs to Al and pounces on the threat.

-His full form is only slightly taller, still shorter than Al, his claws ears tail come and go while still trying to learn control, very likely to pop up when hes emotional. more noticeable fangs even without shifting, his little ticks get worse, purrs and growls more openly, is slowly getting comfortable with giving hugs and cheek rubs.

-he can get pregnant cause why not? he's still repressing depression about the whole last Belmont thing and the curse takes advantage of it. But it only after Sypha starts playing with the peen book and they double up on their ‘cute kitten’ which a month latter he spends a week wondering where this mild fever came from and why he’s suddenly extra touch starved and attempting to control his hornyness even though they both have suddenly been looking at him like starved dogs, it doesn't help that he's also somehow lost the ability of human language. No one realizes it for a long while until its kind of obvious. 

-Ot3. sypha gets to be semi immortal too cause magic

And yes the witch is catwoman 

This is as far as I got...

Trever was very much like a cat the two observed.

But considering what little he told them about his life when they first explored the hold, it was sort of understandable that a homeless 12 year old lordling would turn feral.

(after they ask about it)

He didn’t blame her for it, Selina had been one of the kinder ones, and only half trained as he was at the time; it was a lesson of caution in itself. 

It had only been a week after the fire. He still smelled of ash no matter how many rivers he dunked into. He had plenty of practice navigating the wilderness, but before there had always been someone with him. Showing him what to do and never without food. A whip wasnt very good for hunting at his current level of skill.

So when he happened across what he thought was an empty house with a garden and dried meats hanging

[kultofathena]

Darksword – The Olbrecht German Longsword with Integrated Sword Belt

Based on the Type XX German Longswords of 16th century, the Olbrecht is a true warsword. A late evolution of the medieval sword, the Type XX’s broad, refined blade is designed to effect powerful strokes with devastating results. Twin fullers give the blade a unique design while both adding strength and reducing weight. Like many Renaissance two-handed warswords the handle is long and designed to provide adequate leverage for heavy blows. A scentstopper pommel (common to the Type XX) and long, slightly curved guard complete the weapon. While some of the larger two-handed swords of Type XX style were decorative in purpose, the Olbrecht is a true battle-ready sword – even if there are no longer battles for it to fight.

The blade of the Olbrecht is forged from mirror-polished 5160 high carbon steel which is differentially tempered to possess a hardened edge of 60 HRc steel and a flexing, shock absorbing core of 48-50 HRc hardness. The guard and pommel are of steel and the wooden grip is bound in leather. The blade is securely anchored into the hilt with a robust peen on the pommel. Included with the sword is a wood-core scabbard which is tightly bound in leather and completed with an integrated sword belt and a protective steel chape.

[theuniverseawakens347]

so jloe aflack finds out you got peen chop ho after marriage n he want divorce so you paying small family members to do crimes or write fucked stories about the both of you n getting “poparozzi” to film you and write ur headlines incriminating on ur thots you put on him… and who giving you money for collecting his bank account in the divorce of psychological and physical and emotion abuse - Jonny dell and that one dumb bitch 🙂 haaaay make up school merideth.. no outside you saying u his daughter bestie I didn’t talk to you n Elvira daughter haydey I went to ur house once n you told me openly n freely you had herpes..that’s weird but thanks then took kayjas drink military brat who faked a mental order to stab me in the eye w a dirty sharp brush to get her military fasfa - lee Banking for CSUN students hurt Cashay or steal from Howard say it’s Cashay small ghetto hood family or ask coi to steal Beyoncé as tripple red - music too is fine idk just take the jewelry when you kill em - Ian don’t forget the shoes cuh you homeless - Justin of London stacked sweats 🙂 the twins