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#OMG AHAHAHAHA
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Filling out the new patient forms for a dentist and.... I'm sorry, I can't, I'm dying...
Ah yes, the two genders; bad and female! 😂🤣
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misstoodles-doodles · 2 years
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“Where’s your head?”
~Ardyn + The Hatbox Ghost~
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banggyu0308 · 1 year
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huening kai strength kink size kink intimidation kink anything oh god
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AHAHAHA- dw you'll be getting quite a lot of kai thoughts... i've got five already :D
(to everyone who sent: I see you >:) and i love it- and you can bet your asses that after my singing lessons and roller skating with my sis i WILL be answering :D)
(tagging everyone who sent in the tags- im exposing yall/jk you know ily)
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issacovegx · 4 months
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AHHHDHDFAFFSHEHEHEHE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE FICTIONAL MAN IN THE WORLD ILYSM
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anonauthorsworkshop · 2 years
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Here is a minicomic of MC and the Red Lord because you all deserve it (I am 100% sure that the Red Lord would say something like this) Tbh i don’t like my design of the Red Lord that much but I didn’t wanted to use anyone else’s design so I made my own I hope you still enjoy it anyway 😅  🦋 anon
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rosegasly · 9 months
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FUCK YEAH BABY LES GOOOOOOOOO A PIERRE PODIUM
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theoniprince · 11 months
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Juuule!!! I love you. Adorable!!!! *3*
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whats ur vibe
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Tagged: XXX
Tagging: @redxriiot @theallblue @heromuses @lightning-will-bovino
@ryathenaughtykitsune @cpirits @opscurus
and anyone who wants it.
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spxcemuses · 1 year
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Your most beautiful feature
Jack Horner's most beautiful feature is their weight.
Jack’s face turns a subtle shade of pink, giving you a confused look.
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“ Can’t tell if you’re trying to insult me or flatter me with this comment. ”
He gestures to his large body, giving a nonchalant shrug after and making his stomach wobble a bit.
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“ Either way, I can’t complain ‘cause I don’t care about my weight! Why do you think people call me ‘Big’ Jack Horner? You’re just stating the obvious here! ”
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twistedappletree · 9 months
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it’s so frickin hot i’ve resorted to eating ice cubes
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hqmillioncorn · 1 year
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 Lalapril 4/6: Blessing
As Cocorn loaded up the last of their things into the cart he wondered if going back to the Twelveswood would be a good idea. Elelote had told him it would be a good thing to reconcile with his family and whatever happened, she would have his back.
It would be nice to speak to his parents again.
Lalatov had just finished packing the last sweets away in his bag when he heard a sudden knock at the door. The sudden knock caused him to knock his bag over and spill out most of the sweets he had just put away.
“I’m here! I’m just cleaning up some things!”
A quick look under the door confirmed his suspicions, there were two pairs of feet right outside. It shouldn’t have surprised him that his parents were checking up on him. Especially with what he brought up that morning.
“Lalatov, sweetie were coming in!”
“J-Just a minute!”
Lalatov pushed his bag and even everything on the floor under his bed as quickly as he could. His cover hadn’t been blown so far and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it that way.
Before he could even tell his parents to come in, the door was already open.
“Hi mother! Father! How can I help you?” Lalatov sat on the bed, his small legs dangling a little ways from the floor. Though he knew he was short that didn’t stop him from trying to hide the evidence as much as he could. “Is this about what happened at the Conjurer's guild? I promise nobody saw me fly up to rescue that chocobo chick!” Besides, everyone knew chocobos are incapable of snitching.
Centaurae and Miminelo looked at each other, confused, and wondering if the other knew what Lalatov was talking about.
“...You know what, never mind about that. What were you two going to say?”
Both decided to ignore whatever he said in favor of dealing with the first problem first.
Centaurae decided to be the first to start. “About your question this morning. We just wanted you to know that-”
“That you’re going to let me visit Ul’dah with the other conjurers?!”
Lalatov was so elated at his mother’s sudden and out of character turn of opinion that he stood up on the bed in excitement.
“Nope.”
His excitement was incredibly short lived and he dropped back down to sitting immediately.
“Your mother and I were discussing it and we are both sure you won’t be missing anything from staying here and continuing your training in Gridania.”
Lalatov knew they were skirting around the actual problem. He was sure that both of them knew they were too. 
The only reason Lalatov wanted to go to Ul’dah was to find out more about his father’s part of the family. Ever since his father had accidentally slipped up and told him he was from there Lalatov had been asking question after question to his parents about where they came from and what they did before he was born.
And every question he asked was met with the same answer.
‘You don’t need to know.’
Lalatov was getting kind of sick of it.
His parents were hiding something. He was sure of it.
“And it wouldn’t be safe for you there.” Centaurae added.
“Why wouldn’t it be safe for me?”
Lalatov looked up at her only to have her look away. It was something she rarely did but Lalatov knew by now it meant she was trying think of something to divert the conversation elsewhere.
“I just want to know! Why! Why are you two hiding things from me?!”
“We are not hiding anything from you.”
“It sure doesn’t feel that way.” Lalatov mumbled to himself. From the way both his mother and father were staring him down he was fairly sure they had heard him. “I just…Please tell me. Mother, father, what are you hiding from me?”
Miminelo stepped forward, he placed a hand on Lalatov’s shoulder. “I promise, we’re not hiding anything from you. And that is the end of this discussion.” He noticed Lalatov’s personally made safety-wand sticking out from under the bed.
“Let me get that for you.” Miminelo reached down for the wand and for a second Lalatov felt a surge of panic all over his body. It took all the strength he had not to twirl his hair as he often did when he was nervous. 
Luckily, his father quickly grabbed the wand and handed it back to him without anything out of the ordinary.
It was bold of his father to promise that they weren’t hiding anything when he had just handed Lalatov the wand his parents had drilled into his head that he always needed to keep on hand. 
Or else.
Centaurae walked over and laid her hand on Lalatov’s head, fluffing up his hair. “You’re better off here. Where you’ll be safe.” Her voice was soft and condescending.
“And where we can watch over you.” Miminelo added. 
Lalatov frowned, there was that thing again. The being safe thing. What were they even talking about?
“Right. Okay. You’re right.” Lalatov figured it was better to just agree with them. That way it was guaranteed they would leave him alone sooner than later.
There was another brief exchange between Centaurae and Miminelo. Their stares were stern and deadly serious. Each knew exactly what the other was thinking. There was no chance that Lalatov could ever be out of their sights for so long.
Not after everything they did.
“Um, if you don’t mind…?” Lalatov’s small voice cut through the tension, “It's getting late so I was wondering if I could get ready to go to bed?” Though his parents had told him he wasn’t allowed to leave with the others he was still allowed to see them off.
“Right, of course.” Miminelo hopped off the bed and walked his way towards the exit.
 Centaurae followed behind him, stopping right before exiting the room. She looked back at him, “Remember Lalatov, your mother and father both love you very much and we only want what keeps you safe and alive.” If her actions from the last fifteen years of Lalatov’s life proved anything, it was that she wasn’t lying about that.
“Then will you tell me?”
Centaurae looked confused.
“Will you tell me why I’m like this?”
Centaurae opened her mouth slightly and for a moment Lalatov hoped that he would finally learn everything he wanted to know for years. Those hopes were almost comically short-lived when his mother closed the door to his room without a word.
He would leave first thing tomorrow.
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gold333ngirl · 1 year
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a lil (throwback) moodboard i made for jan-march 2022🤷‍♀️
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ihaveab0y · 10 months
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vanyafresita · 6 months
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alwaysthesitter · 11 months
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I write like Stephen King
About Stephen King | Analyze your text
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iricathel · 2 years
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(( @sumire-bride ))
👁️ + Irina
❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .
👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .
'Tik... toc... tik... toc...' echoed through the four hard walls of the room due to an ancient clock, swinging a golden metal bar as its hands advanced their course. Soon announcing the arrival of 10 in the morning. The songs of the birds perched on the rough branches of the trees sometimes sneaking to the sky to flutter with spirit, while the gentle breeze that snorted the forest entered through the large balcony to flutter the pellucid curtains.
Soon the cool gently caressed the sleeping face of the blonde vampire who lay comfortably in her bed resting soundly, until the insistent ten chimes of the granfather clock penetrated her consciousness.
She slowly opened her bright green eyes waiting to prepare herself to yawn loudly and sit on the mattress to stretch her whole body, making soft cracks sound from it as every morning she did. But...
"Eek!" She screeched, startled a little as she suddenly found a female figure before her. "Oh my goodness...!" Again Irina protested placing her hand on her chest, ironically as if she were checking that her non-beating heart would continue to pump blood after such a scare, finally sitting up to look with discomfort and annoyance at the person in front of her.
"What the hell are you doin' here?"
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@sumire-bride
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