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#AND AN ACTUAL PICKLE???
konigsmissedbeltloop · 6 months
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a real rollercoaster of emotions going on in my asks box tysm @joelsgeetar
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louhinks · 4 months
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i've taken to drawing AW2 culinary crimes whilst i am beaten unconscious by art block. bon appetit
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c-rowlesdraws · 5 months
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sometimes when I'm eating something or holding a small object I like to hold it out for my cat to smell as if I'm earnestly consulting her for a second opinion, like mm-hmm yes, Miss, What Is The Verdict? And she smells it very delicately and says nothing and has exactly the same facial expression she always does, because she's a cat. But I hope she feels that I value her opinion
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ihatebrainstorm · 5 months
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[Holiday Preparations]
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Merry December 27th!!!... I'm late shhh, I was sleepy and busy
Based off my hc where Percy instinctively, without fail, shoots anyone on the LL who so even whispers the word "magic"
Bonus:
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ellabsbb · 9 months
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<3 abby is the type of gf to open a jar for you even when you’re mad at each-other
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◦ imagine you guys got into a argument for whatever reason and are now giving eachother the silent treatment
◦ it’s so childish and silly, refusing to leave the same room yet acting as if the other doesn’t exist pls
◦ lets say you’re trying to open a jar of pickles (those big fat dill ones that aren’t sliced just bc they’re my fav)
◦ and you already know from past experience there’s no way in hell you can open that jar
◦yet you’re stubborn about it, really trying, refusing to ask abby like you’ve done every other time
◦ you get into it, making little puffing noises, getting flushed from exertion, hurting your hands
◦abby’s sitting close by just frowing at your back. she knows you’ll keep going until you break the jar or something
◦ so while doing so you don’t hear abby come up beside you, looking down at you like 🫥
◦ she just. holds her hand out without a word, letting you decide if you want her help or not (but is it rlly a choice if you can’t open it without her)
◦ you let out a quite little sigh before handing her the jar also without a word, not even looking at her
◦ and you definitely don’t pout at how quickly and easily she gets it open
◦ like seriously? you were slaving over it for 5 minutes
◦ she offers the jar to you and you take it, turning your back on her and placing it on the counter
◦ she bites the inside of her cheek but says nothing, heading back into the dining room, until a gentle tug on her arm stops her
◦ she turns back around to see you offering her a pickle in your outreached hand, one already shoved in ur mouth, the jar reclosed on the counter (much less tighter then it was before, probably barely closed tbh)
◦ and when she takes your offering she definitely doesn’t have to hold back a amused grin at the way you still refuse to look at her, cheeks warming in embarrassment
◦ she takes a bite, making sure it makes a obnoxious loud crunch sound, and then quickly leans down to kiss your cheek with pickle juice wet lips
◦ “abs, that’s gross…” you whine lowly, dragging out the s, pouting up at her while wiping your cheek with the hem of your shirt
◦ “aww, sorry baby” she mocks your pout and whiney voice back to you, using her own hand to rub ur cheek with a playful eyeroll
◦ you take a bite and quickly place your own pickle scented kiss on her chin before ducking under her arm and scurrying away with a giggle
◦abby chuckles to herself and follows after you <3
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sampersandman · 2 months
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Variety of the 1,000,00,00 sketch/trace studies I’ve drawn over the past few months that I will post here on sideblog to keep the tag alive
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scholliski · 4 months
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AFTG (andrews version) (half of the book is Andrew, high on drugs, describing the texture of a veggie burger he’s eating for lunch that he’s lathered in hot sauce and pickles for no apparent reason)
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mechadeath · 4 months
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mtl doodle dump!!
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maxphilippa · 4 months
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pickle's i doodled because. uh. body studies i guess? also he's a bear. tumblr please stop shadowbanning me 💔
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skrunksthatwunk · 3 months
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learning some new things in mordhaus tonight
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pizzaqueen · 7 months
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Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off
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strangegutz · 8 months
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pickles (plural)
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maned-wo1f · 8 months
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Skwisgaar sketches
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mothwingwritings · 7 months
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C and F for my boy Pickle
Eyyy sorry for the delay! (Yes I am still working on these!!!) Here is some Pickle goodness for you my dear.~<3
WARNINGS: Sex and violence and one love sick feral man.
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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Pickle would honestly treat you as nicely as he is able too. His living environment has its limitations, but he does everything he can to make it comfortable and inviting for you, adamant about making it a home that is fitting of his mate.
Once you are safely stashed away in his secret abode he sets to work constructing you a nest of things so that you may find pinnacle contentment in your new home. He’s gathered an amalgamation of the softest blankets, clothes, linen, etc. that has been given to him or that he has scavenged, so that you may rest in peace and luxury while in his presence. He also brings you the best cuts of meat after his hunts, though he caught on quickly that you were apt to turn your nose at his bloody, raw offering (he couldn’t quite understand why, he was sure you would love it if you just gave it a chance). Once he picks up on your distaste, he instead begins to hoard ingredients and snacks he steals picks up out in the world, supplying you all manner of foodstuff till he pins down the ones you like.
While Pickle prefers you in your natural state, he understands your body needs protection from the elements. He doesn’t quite get modern fashion, but you seem sad wearing the same thing over and over again. While he’s out he procures a hodge-podge of varying clothing, presenting it to you by dumping it at your feet, a huge dopey grin on his face. He loves seeing you in the clothing he gifts you, you look so beautiful in each and every piece that he can’t help but stare, holding back the urge to rip it right back off and have his way with you.
Pickle won’t mock you and wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in anyway. Any harm he causes you is either completely unintentional or for your own good. He loses control of himself sometimes, forgetting his own strength. You are just so small and he loves you so much, it’s hard to hold himself back. He hates using his strength against you to prove a point, but if you remain insistent on trying to escape him he will do what he must to protect you. You are HIS mate and HE’S the only one who can take care of you. All that’s waiting for you in this strange new world is danger, so if you won’t stay by his side willingly, he will force you there.
All that said, while you may be relatively safe from Pickle’s more violent tendencies, anyone else most certainly is NOT. If another person approaches you, threatens you, or tries to take you away from him they will be obliterated, decimated, ripped to shreds, torn apart until nothing is left. He’ll bask in the gruesome slaughter, their end another validation that he is the best one for you, the one who loves and can protect you above all others. Doesn’t matter if that person is a stranger or your own mother-he is all you need, anyone else butting in is an unnecessary threat.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
He would find it incredibly charming if you tried to fight him. Pickle doesn’t see it as an act of aggression at all, but views it as you trying to mimic him as a sign of reverence. You think he is so impressive and strong that you strive to be like him, going so far as to challenge him to a fight. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but break out into a huge toothy grin when he sees you assume a fighting stance.
And it excites him- seeing you tense up, clenching your fists and bending your knees, preparing to strike at a moment’s notice. Seconds before the fray, you stare him down with such intensity, sizing him up and calculating what moves you should make against him, gears turning in your head as you focus wholly on him. The fixation on him sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He is the only one you are thinking of in that moment, and in turn you are all that is occupying his thoughts.
Your strikes never hurt him and he can tell how much that frustrates you. He’ll play along sometimes to make you happy, yowling like a mother lioness that is being batted by her cub. He’ll cringe at your punch, shy away from your kick. If he’s convincing enough, you sometimes award him with a small smile, a brief look of accomplishment. It warms his heart, knowing you are having as good of a time as he is.
He also relishes the closeness the two of you share when you initiate these little fights. Usually you try and hide away from him, distancing yourself as much as possible whenever he is in the vicinity. At first he thought it was another game you were trying to play with him, something coy, cute, and seductive to grab his attention. But when the chase became a regular thing he was disappointed, why did you put up such a fuss each time your mate tried to approach you? You didn’t even give him a prize when he finally caught you, just flailing and screaming and spitting. It hurt his feelings- this was supposed to be fun.
But the little brawls you had were fun, and they gave him a chance to have you near him without any to-do. He could feel your skin on his, smell your sweat as your body writhed and wriggled against his. Feeling your small hands grab at his hulking form, listening to your strained moans and heavy breathing as you threw your all into attacking him… Witnessing you in such a state, holding you close as your body rubbed his in just the right way, it doesn’t take long for him to completely lose control.
Before you can recognize what is going on, your body is sheathing his cock, previous grunts of exertion quickly turning into wails of pleasure.
He doesn’t understand why you cry so much afterwards, though. Were you not having as much fun as he was? You initiated the fight, why are you so upset at the outcome? It was a good tussle, and judging by the noises you were making, he was able to make you feel good. Even if you struggled a bit when he was trying to enter you, you always end up yielding to him. The fit is tight, and there have been several times he was afraid he would outright break you when he pushed deeper, pressing into your core.  But the pleasure that courses through him as he bottoms out is indescribable. He loses himself in the feel of you surrounding him, completely consumed by the euphoria your body has supplied him.
You are his perfect mate, his brave little warrior, and his love for you is endless. So don’t cry, OK? Maybe next time he’ll let you really ‘win.’ :)
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official-darkforest · 1 month
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they faces killing me why nobody gaf
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burgycreeper405-blog · 5 months
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someone’s not happy to see him
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what a way to welcome someone back am i right?
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