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letters-from-dekarios · 1 day

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(The letter is written in a shaky hand, much like a child who has recently learned to write. The paper has folds in certain places, as if the writer was trying to put it in an envelope but couldn't quite get it right for a bit. There are crossed out words, corrected in a more careful handwriting.)

Hi Mr. Decaros Dekarios!!

My name's Junedelle Junabelle Overshore! Me and my mama found some old paintings of our great-great-great grandpa, but the'yre they're really really old. They have a weird color and some faded spots. Mama says we can't do anything about it, and she does'nt trust anyone with it. You're a really cool, powerful wizard! Maybe you know a magic spell that can help. I don't want mama to throw away the paintings, they're really imprtan important to papa and he'll be sad if they're gone.

Thank you so, so much,

Junabelle Overshore

P.S. Sorry it's not formal. Is formal the word? I'm supposed to be sleeping, so mama and papa don't know I'm writing this to you. You sound really awesome based on what mama's friends talk about when papa asks them about Waterdeep. He likes learning about Waterdeep. If you have a fun fact he'd like that a lot I think.

Lovely Junabelle,

And your parents, if they come across this.

It sounds like your mother has something quite amazing in her hands! Those nasty little spots you describe are normal wear-and-tear for old paintings. Do not be saddened, these things can easily be fixed by the right hands.

I’m no restorer myself, but you will be happy to know I do have a restoration spell or two that may be of use to you.

We definitely don't want either of your parents to be sad if they cannot be fixed. If you ask them, and they allow it, I would be more than happy to help. Perhaps I could teach you the spells, if they’ll allow, so you can fix other things you find.

Write back once you’ve asked them if its alright.

From the desk of,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. Formal is the correct word, good job! Here’s a fun fact about my home; Founded many centuries ago, Waterdeep is over nine thousand years old! The city was founded where the capital of Illefarn, Aelinthaldaar, once was. Some believe that there are remnants of the ancient civilization tucked away within the depths of Waterdeep, but you’ll have to get a bit older to find out those secrets.

P.P.S. To the parents of little Junabelle, please do not be upset with your child for contacting me. It’s not every day a young one knows of the higher Wizards in this world. You should be proud. And, if you would like, I would be more than happy to assist you with the paintings. Anything for aspiring little ones to keep their energy and excitement fresh in this day.

text reads: gale dekarios

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boiling-potato · 2 days

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Good, the invasion is starting~

#boiling potato #bp talks #bp #my self insert #self insert art #self insert #art #my art #ask #ask blog #my ask blog #oc ask blog #ask response #ask answered

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jenumarts · 21 hours

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hello new moot :O

GREETINGS, LIGHT nER!!!

Welcome to my [[Humble Abode]], I am your local [[Spamton obsessed]] , [[Touch starved]] mutual!!! Would you like a [[PIPIS!]], [[Robert]]?

#ask response #spamton #pipis!!!#hello!!! :∆#not my art

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xbellaxcarolinax · 10 months

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Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

Sorry

MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW below the cut.

Part 2

...

Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.

You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.

The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.

“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.

You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors.

“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.

“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”

“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”

“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.

“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips.

“I know.”

…

You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes.

You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog.

“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.

“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch.

“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.

“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated.

“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”

Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.

His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.

Miguel was big.

His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length.

You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”

“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to force—”

“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter.

Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.

“Then help me.” He hissed.

…

You needed a new suit. Immediately.

Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.

You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.

Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock.

He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find.

His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment.

He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.

He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”

Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—

You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on.

Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.

He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.

He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you.

“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.

“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.

“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.

You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy.

He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you.

Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—

…

It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.

You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair.

“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”

“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.

You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.

“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.

“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”

“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.

You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you.

“Miguel?”

“Mm?”

“You better get me a suit like yours.”

“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”

“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?”

Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.

“Deal, Hermosa.”

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Quèdate quieta- Keep still

#ask response #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv

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urxdadd · 1 year

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#urpapi92 #send anons #ask me anons #ask me everything #ask me please #answered asks #send me asks #anon ask #ask me questions #send asks #ask box #asks open #ask response #ask blog #ask me stuff

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attleboy · 2 months

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Can you give some tutorials on how to/how you draw Pomni? I struggle with drawing her hat. XD

oh yeah of COURSE!!! :D i've waiting for this moment... literally! i've most of this sitting around for like, a month but, idk, i worried it'd be like, egotistical(????) to post a pomni tutorial unprompted..? but now i have been prompted so the floodgates shall open!!! >:D pomni be upon thee

(here's goose's pomni expression sheet in case you haven't seen it yet)

and if you're interested in how i draw her with sharp teeth, i've already made a tutorial on that!! check it out here :D

#hope you don't mind the mess... ^-^;#this is a mix of studies from canon plus a couple parts where i explain how i adapt things into my own style #i think i indicated the differences clearly enough but still be mindful of those discrepancies #the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #my art #my tutorials #ask response

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officialclangen · 1 day

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I love it when I get kitty pets who adopt more “clan like names” Here’s some gems

-Jaidentooth, Agathabubble, T-rexholly, Michelleback, Simbascale

Some of my favourites from a long while ago was Meow-Meowneedle and Molly Murder Mittensswipe LOL We love former kittypet/loner names ~Astra

#clangen #ask response #warrior cats #clan generator #Astra is alive

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fictionkinfessions · 19 hours

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Some of y'all really think therapy is a cure all, huh? Even ignoring the points that some people can't access therapy or may already be in therapy, you guys do realize that for some people therapy can do more harm than good, right? Some therapists can be abusive or bigoted or just plain bad at their jobs.

Most therapists aren't taught anything about autism and how it works unless they specialize is it, and autism can completely change how well a treatment will work, for example an autistic person's brain is often more prone to lopping information or getting stuck in it, which can cause treatments like EMDR, meant to help desensitize a person to their trauma, can have an adverse effect and actually re-traumatize the person instead (hi this happened to me) and most therapists aren't made aware of that.

Some people have trauma from being forced into psych wards against their will and can't trust therapists anymore out of fear that it will happen again the moment they seem a little too unstable or suicidal.

Don't get me wrong, therapy can be great and it can absolutely help people, but there's no such thing as a one size fits all treatment, therapy is not for everyone and survivors of therapy abuse are often to to just sit down and shut up because we're obviously either too crazy or too stupid to know what we're talking about. Please take it from someone who's been in and out of therapy since pre-school and is now in their 30s, forcing therapy on someone who isn't willing for one reason or another will only make them more resentful and more resistant. I ended up quitting therapy, likely for good, after months of my therapist trying to pressure me into ketamine and shock therapy even though I told her over and over that I wasn't comfortable with the idea, and I have genuinely never felt better about myself, if I go back it will be kicking and screaming.

#fictionkinfessions #ask response #mod party cat #ableism cw #classism cw #psychiatric abuse cw #medical abuse cw

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didthekingdieyet · 2 years

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im boorrreeeeddddd whens he gonna be died

#tampon charlie #here we fucking go #all over again #the british monarchy #let that shit die too #anti monarchy #king charles iii #not a countdown #ask response #new meme ❤️#meme #anti monarchy meme #image id in the alt text

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tzitzimitl-eztli · 7 months

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I was inspired by these two ideas to do this, thanks hdoshdje and metzonall1

the lost child :breakfast

#ask response #arte digital #au #fnaf gregory #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #mini comic #the lost child

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gomzdrawfr · 7 days

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Kitty soap rubbing himself on everyones legs leaving fur behind on their pants?

another menace joined the chat

affectionate lil kitty

Also kitty!Soap almost never leaves Ghost so expect to see his fur on Ghost 24/7

#i love cats can you tell #ask response #thanks for the ask <3 #gummmyart #doodle #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #kitty!Soap

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letters-from-dekarios · 2 days

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(Your first letter was so brilliant! Cackled the whole time I was reading it 😂 I believe Dreuer deserves the right to reply as well so… here we are.)

[A package wrapped in brown paper arrives at Gale’s Blackstaff study. Within, there are many manuscripts in a very questionable order, with no real filing system in play.

Though Gale is well aware of his husband’s lack of organisational skills by now, this is perhaps a new level of disorganisation. This is the tiefling’s first academic field study and it shows. By the gods, it shows.

On top of this pile of chaos is a note, handwritten and lightly crinkled.]

“Gale;

Please find attached my updated field notes with regards to my ongoing research. I have included several documents pertaining to illusory magic that made me think of you.

Need I remind you that cutting paper with a dagger dulls the blade more than carving through bone. Given the typical use of a dagger, it does not seem prudent to dull its edge performing mundane office work when it should be cutting flesh and sinew.

As for the medicines, I warned you. I told you buying those extravagant dyes in Amn was silly.

If you have used my expectorant to dye your new robes I shall be very annoyed.

Conversely, if you have used fabric dye to treat a cough I am delighted that you have found a charming new colour for your innards. Congratulations my love. I hope it’s purple.

I will begin my return journey back to Waterdeep within the coming tenday. If you require anything from the libraries do inform me before this time is out, I will not linger here waiting for you to make up your mind.

I do so miss you, my love.

Dreuer.

Ps. Kindly inform Tara that we now have a dog named Arnold.”

Lovely Dreuer,

Attached is a “how-to” on filing and note-taking for intensive studies. Written in Gale’s neatest handwriting, signed off with a ‘Please attempt to use this.’

My dearest. While I do greatly appreciate your updated studies and will do well to decode the wonderful mess you sent me, I request that you try your hand at a filing system. I’ve come up with a quite simple system we can implement when you return. You know how much I adore you but this is going to make me pull out my hair. And I quite like my hair the way it is.

Well, perhaps the dagger would prefer to be used for mundane office work rather than the gruesome act of murder. Have you ever tried to speak with the dagger and see how it feels on the matter? Perhaps both of us are wrong and we’ve separated it from its family.

As stated in my previous letter, I am choosing to not elaborate on the manner. You will see for yourself when you return. Though I will inform you, your expectorant is in fine condition.

I look forward to your return home. It is getting awfully lonely here and Tara has been badgering me incessantly. I do request you bring home any information you can find regarding “lost” spells. I’m beginning a research project to potentially revive spells mentioned and used in previous decades, but that have not been passed onto the newer generations of spell-casters. Anything you find will help. Thank you, love.

Enjoy your final days of your studies, it will serve you well when you return. Perhaps we can take another journey there together sometime soon.

Until the end of time,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

P.S. Tara is quite definitely the opposite of thrilled! Perhaps we can make Arnold sentient enough to interact in a general level with her? I’ll begin looking into that.

text reads: gale dekarios

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