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serikatz · 2 months ago
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he kind of reminds me of a sweet baby chipmunk and I don’t know how to explain it like he just kinda does his face is so cute 😭😭
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noodles-and-tea · 3 months ago
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Continuation of this
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akanemnon · 1 month ago
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FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
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awetfrog · 5 months ago
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the twins
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My biggest fear when I was younger was forgiving those who have wronged me, because it meant I moved on.
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dipperscavern · 5 months ago
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can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣
yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)
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you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.
you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.
until jon snow.
you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.
sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.
imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.
jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.
jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.
“You’re hovering.”
he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.
the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t.”
“Jon-”
“Do you trust me?”
he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?
“You know I do, but-“
“Good. Sit.”
you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.
whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.
jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.
you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.
“Jon, I’m-!”
you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.
you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.
you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.
“Only once?”
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bixels · 7 months ago
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I just saw one of your fave games is What remains of Edith Finch and I’m so happy! I feel like its a lesser known game but i loved playing through it. I’m so happy to know more than just my small friend group know about this game!
Sorry this isn’t a question. Also want to say that you’re art is amazing and the development of the designs is so interesting to see. Also the way you draw intimate scenes have so much emotion to them. I love the Aj and rarity kissing comic so much, you can just feel their love for each other ;w;
Thank you so much!
I highly, highly, highly recommend What Remains of Edith Finch to anyone interested in narrative game experiences/"walking simulators." It's one of those games that was handcrafted with nothing but love. Every room you explore is just... real. The way the light flows in and makes the colors of the living room, the kitchen, the bedrooms glow. Playing the game is like walking through your childhood home as an adult and seeing how the dust clings to everything you once touched. Also genius-level gameplay mechanics, ones that can make you completely empathetic with the character you're embodying or feel completely complacent in their tragedy. It's really not fair to call it a walking simulator because it's so much more and so much smarter than that.Everyone talks about the fish one.
The theme of death and memory and storytelling and the burden of invisible trauma and self-fulfilling prophecies is so affecting too. The ending made me cry.
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very-small-giant · 11 months ago
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teeth and claws
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boomposhpow · 2 months ago
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MAGMA DOODLES WITH @starzarer !!!!!!!!
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zillychu · 11 months ago
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Finding out the Danny Phantom pitch bible originally included more creatures other than ghosts really makes me want to just (DUMPS TRANSCENDENCE AU ALL OVER IT)
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thepromisedbride · 5 months ago
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faulkner choosing his sister too late and seeing her walk away while he shouted after her, never knowing that she waited for him and is going to catch him and put him to rest. carpenter finding her brother but it’s too late and he’s already dead even though she waited for him and was desperately hoping he would choose her, never knowing that he did.
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fairylando · 2 months ago
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you're joking............... SLUT🫵
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shrimpler · 6 days ago
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and then i saw that it wasn’t the face of a god, but my sister’s face, that was looking down at me
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akanemnon · 8 months ago
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What is this tension?
FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT
MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)
(Chara's dialoge being a different shade of red is NOT a plot thing. It's just supposed to make it easier to read)
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dindjarindiaries · 2 months ago
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the tragedy of echo and fives x “loml” • they both had to know what life was like without each other.
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dilfmas · 2 months ago
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finding out at the beginning of this episode that ai is a glass child really puts everything about their familial relationship into perspective tbh, and the scene where the grandmother comes over and comforts only oom is such a perfect example of what ai's entire childhood must have looked like
i was mad at the grandmother for only comforting oom (still am), but looking at the context of the scene, it makes sense why she did that. if we're to assume that the girls at the beginning of the scene are correct, and that their parents were on the way to the hospital for oom, it makes perfect sense for the grandmother to comfort oom first - she's not only likely still sick, but the grandmother knows she likely feels guilty for her parents's death. not to mention, ai was comforting her, too. yes, she was crying, but she was being strong for her little sister, and the grandmother was taking that off her little shoulders.
this isn't me saying it's okay that the grandmother pulled oom away from ai and only comforted her, but it makes sense why she did. and i can only imagine how it must have felt for ai, growing up with oom needing constant care and attention and her being left to the sidelines because she's supposed to be the strong one. and it puts even more into perspective why may was the person she ran to when she was breaking down - because she doesn't have to be the strong one with someone that never thought her to be in the first place
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