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I asked my friend to rate MW2 characters and tell me what their names are
DISCLAIMER: she has no clue what MW2 is or who any of the characters are (except for Ghost bc of me) so don’t take anything she says seriously it’s all for jokes and we were cracking UP
I wanted to put the screenshots but there were too many so I’m just copying what she said
Price
-Jim but goes by Jimmy
-“He looks like an asshole of father.”
-“It’s giving daddy issues”
- Said he looked like my dad but then looked at the picture better and took it back thank god
4/10
Ghost
-Ghost
-“That is a fine ass white man that has veins popping out his arms that I want to stick and bleed dry.” (She’s a nursing major)
10/10
Soap
- Shawn
- “He’s American Indiana trash. He only here cause it was is only way to see the world. He has two baby mamas, one black one white and they lowkey fight so they get more money out of him. But his kids(🩷💙) adore him.”
- “And his just there he don’t do shit”
3/10
Gaz
- Dante
- “He the communication guy in the group. He has a white girl named Megan back at home waiting for him to return home safe so they can start they family. This first serious mission with the cool guys.”
5/10
Alejandro
- Hunter
- “He is the captain douche, he constantly ask to see ghost 👀🫣unmasked. He has ✨fine✨ mamacita 💃at home in DR 🇩🇴waiting for him. He like to call people ese constantly.”
4/10
Rudy
-Matheus
-“ This is dad he the father of the group. He has to constantly remind the three masked ones just cause u in a mask don’t mean u can’t get ur asses handed to ya. He the voice of reason. This is his “last tour” so he can go back home to the suburbs to his wife of 10 years and their three little girls. He secretly wishes for a boy. Also he was in a frat in his youth”
7/10
König
- Reed
- “Oh this one know he 🥵 too. Him and Ghost def fuck the same girls at one 🇫🇷🧎🏽‍♀️. He has mommy issues and issues in general 🤷🏽‍♀️. He def wants only to be called Sir 🫡 in the bedroom. He lowkey clingy as hell.”
9/10
Graves
-Derek
- “This Detective Douche. He instigates things amongst the group. They always leave him out and he gets whiny about it. He was a cop before this. He does light drugs on the job and is an alcoholic that explains that horrid haircut and thin spots.”
- “He butt ugly.”
-1/10
Alex
- Gunner
- “He the wild child. But he also smart about it. If he wasn’t here he would be on jackass doing stupid shit. He constantly smells good. He also look likes the man thats for the big girls. He had Aussie herd dog at home in his one bedroom apartment. But his mum is watching the dog atm. He also Australian but came to the uk and got citizenship.”
8/10
Laswell
-Tilda Swinton
-“With Ellen’s hair.”
- “I don’t like how she’s looking at me.”
- “No comment.”
-2/10
Farah
- Iris
- “They kidnapped her.”
- “She didn’t join them willingly.”
-“She was the hostage turned army woman.”
2/10
Again don’t take any of this seriously she has no idea what these games are about lmao. Will not be tagging this it’s just for my followers lol
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wild-moss-art · 2 years
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the gnc trio is complete
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p0rchc0ll4ps3 · 2 years
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Five minute adopts. Wasn’t gonna post coz the interest post got no notes but meh whatever
They come with lusus!!!!! All northern hemisphere fall themed.
Around $10 each.
Masc Coded:
Werewolf Fuschia: $12 PRECLAIMED
Scarecrow Purple: $10
Teal Ghost: $10
Olive Fungus Fun Guy: $7
80s Vamp Violet: $15
Thanksgiving Football Rust: $10
Fem Coded:
Black Cat Blue (Indigo): $10
Cozy Autumn Cobalt: $12
Toxic Witch Gold: $7
Killer Bat Jade: $15
Lime Pumpkin Farmer: $10
Teal Candy Corn Butch: $10 PRECLAIMED
You can change gender, you can change blood color, you can even change the lusus, but please try to keep theme the same! PayPal only! Prices will NOT drop. DO NOT RESALE. Gifting is okay.
$20 bucks extra if you want on base full body ref with clothes and nude version (like my MCR adopts).
Contact me at @theymakemedreamyourdreams or on Discord at dr.tycho#0438.
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thederpyfinch · 1 year
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Gaismagorm but human /demon kinda??? Idk I tried
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dxppercxdxver · 2 years
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so i uhhhhhh got inspired by @considerablecolors and threw together a very short study of werewolf curt because i have Free Time and i can do that now. anyway. please enjoy a very vague reminiscence on special agent curt mega werewolf
the first time it happens you’re in your childhood bedroom in your mother’s safehouse.
at first you think you must be dying, because the pain lancing out from your shoulder can only mean the wound’s gone septic, or something equally awful you can’t remember right now, but that can’t be right because your heart’s hammering into your ribs like it’s trying to break out. dying people don’t have heartbeats, you think, but then you can’t think for much longer because the burning is everywhere, carving a path through blood and bone and leaving a mangled mass of entrails behind. a moment longer and the world goes white, and you’re sun-scorched and blasted off the face of the earth.
you only piece it all together in the aftermath, waking amongst a pile of cotton batting and the shredded remnants of a quilt some great aunt had sewn for you before she even knew you. if she ever knew you at all.
as you must, you learn to live with it, pushing it down and down, deep inside yourself where all the worst parts of you live in some sort of tenuous harmony, provided they never make themselves known. and really, what’s one more secret?
it makes you stronger. it makes you faster. it makes you reckless. you heal quick but you break even quicker, pushing every boundary and cutting every corner easy as a knife through the gap between your ribs.
and then you meet him.
he’s got a mouth on him, and a laugh that two-steps in time with your heart. his wit is as sharp as your teeth, and for once, this pretty boy doesn’t flinch when grab him by the wrist and howl along.
he can never know, you decide. too messy, too many witnesses, but she keeps putting you together and it’s getting harder to hide the hop-skip-jump your heart does when he smiles, and the beast curled up inside your chest awakened by the noise.
you don’t mean for him to see you like this.
it was an accident, you’ll tell yourself, but honestly, you know as well as he does that you were stupid. bet against the fire. he’s treating your burns when you feel it coming and don’t know if you can stop it this time.
you want to tell him to run, but your breath catches in your throat and the wolf rears its head instead, and you might be numb to the pain but you sure as hell aren’t to the fear, especially not when he’s looking at you like that. the last thing you hear is the crack of splintering bone.
when you awake, his hands are warm on your back, pulling your heartbeat to a crawl.
an anchor.
without thinking, you ball your fists in his shirt and the fabric doesn’t tear underneath your claws. his mangy hair tickles your face. his hands are still warm, and they feel like the glow of a fire in your mother’s hearth.
his hands are warm, and you are safe.
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tfw you’ve been tasked to murder the prince of the northern water tribe but he’s really majestic
(they make a compromise)
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marisatomay · 1 year
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just saw someone call barbie movie an independent film. and. girls. what are we doing here. a $100mil movie, from warner brothers, about one of the most famous toys in the world, produced by the makers of that toy, is not an independent film. come on. you can be excited for it without treating it like some low budget arthouse underdog.
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aesthetic-uni · 1 year
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Misha Collins is the funniest straight man ever. He’s the only person to arguably queerbait in real life. He had to come out as a straight. He was told by WB to just stay bisexual. He’s living every homophobe’s nightmare scenario but the only difference is that everyone actually loves it for him
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motelofmermaids · 4 months
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The First Taste
(+18, mdni)
finnick odair, who’s finally gotten you underneath him, can no longer get enough of you. finnick odair who finally had you at the will of his hands, in his web; gentle hands sliding down your body as his lips embrace the curvature of your neck. until his hands reach your hips and his thumbs dig ever so slightly into the soft fat. every sound, every sigh, every shy call of his name and he has the clench his jaw because he feels as if he’s the one being touched and explored. finnick odair who gives you a soft kiss and a gentle question of, “do you feel ready for this, honey?” and with a nod, he slowly starts moving lower, consuming your entire being in passionate kisses and small bites that he immediately soothes with his tongue.
he’s drunk off you now, mindlessly kissing and tasting every spot as he travels lower— the the one spot that’s a wonder you’ve never really dared to explore. you sighed, with a soft moan following soon after as he reached your vulva with a gentle peck. you look down to him, who never looked away from you. he looked starved. you reach to brush along the side of his jaw because you love him so much. “i love you,” finnick always seemed to read your mind. you try to reach down to him in an uncomfortable position of moving onto your elbows and he meets you halfway.
the way he kisses you is mind bending, it’s always a chase that you immediately let him win. you’ve been growing weary for a while now, and no one is to blame. finnick wanted to take his time, wanted you to know that you were more than sex, that he wanted you for your heart and soul. he didn’t want to rush to the capitol’s standards. you started to get impatient; heaven cannot wait forever, after all. you smile against his lips and he follows suit, slowly pulling away and fluttering his eyes open to give you this look. this loving look that tells you ‘i’m here, i’m always here,’ before going back down as you reposition your back and head onto the mattress.
your eyes are on the ceiling when you let out a surprised moan and your thighs flinch. finnick, that man, that man who playfully nipped at your inner thigh. that man who’s now chuckling against said thigh. “finn,” you whine, threatening to close your legs around his head but he’s already spreading them back apart. “i’m sorry, sweet girl,” he still has that playful grin on his face. his calloused hands gently rub at your thighs, thumbs drawing small circles as he finally reaches back down. gently kissing your folds, you let out a sigh of air you didn’t know you were holding. he goes at that for a little while, relishing in the wetness you produce, until he needs the first taste and laves his tongue over your pussy.
your hands immediately reach for something to hold, fingers slipping through his bronze hair. his tongue runs between your folds up to your clit, lips enveloping the small bundle of nerves that has you arching your back and whining at the foreign feeling. finnick looks up to you, the most he can in this position, and watches your chest rise and fall. he watches you bite your lower lip, he watches the column of your neck bob as you swallow down moans. “finnick… finnick, feels ‘s good.”
he’s losing his mind; seeing his love so fucked out, he urges you to an orgasm fairly quick. yet he doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking for a second one. he breathes you, especially after his first taste.
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Here is Red in a bunch of 80s sweaters.
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Dio wins again
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wallscornersedges · 4 months
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3l bigb design belongs to @bigb-enthusiast
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wild-moss-art · 2 years
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“It’s jinx now. Annette fell down a well.”
arcane au
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rodolfoparras · 4 days
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Say something stupid (like I love you)
Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader
Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character
Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…
When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.
Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.
Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.
Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.
And because of that he always broke up with them.
It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.
His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.
He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.
He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.
From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.
He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.
He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.
He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.
You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.
And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.
And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.
However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.
There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.
He was intrigued.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.
When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.
You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.
Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.
He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.
There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him
At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.
Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.
He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.
You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.
And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.
This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.
Right then and there he knew that he loved you
and he knew that you loved him too.
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The god, the soldier, and the hero
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The envy Arthur and Lancelot would have had for each other must have been insane.
Because Merlin is secretive with Lancelot. He tells him things he would never tell Arthur, he opens up to him and Arthur knows he can never have that trust. Never have that closeness not while he’s king and Merlin a servant.
But to Lancelot he’s been secretive about protecting Arthur. It all resolves around Arthur, opening up about protecting Arthur, giggling over using magic to please Arthur. Lancelot knows it will never be him on the other side of the devotion not like this.
just like he will never be Gwen’s because she loved him once yes but at the end of the day it’s Arthur she chooses.
and in Arthur’s eyes Lancelot is Gwen’s first love will always be known as such and will always be looked at as such even if she loves him she loved Lancelot first and Arthur can’t help but think if she could have him she would.
Anyway I’m so sane about them and at the end of the day how they still understand why it’s like this because they would choose the other as well.
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