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coi-arts · 4 months
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WOW! what a happy family and couple! i sure hope nothing bad happens to them and they're not actually extremely dysfunctional and unhappy that would be crazy
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adaelines · 1 year
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it's midnight my wisdom teeth hurt and I'm thinking about my personal difference between re4 leon and re2 leon
"Pretty fuckin baby," His voice raspy, deep, "stupid little thing just wanted a cock inside them, huh? I'm sorry I didn't notice before baby, you always get so dumb without my dick stuffing you. just how were you supposed to focus today? should have realised before, all you needed was a good fuck." the grin on his face matched his tone, the fake kindness full of mockery, "you always take me so deep, fuck, it's unfair… gonna ruin this hole for anyone else, you'll be mine and mine only, yeah? i'll use my toy whenever I want… god, fuck, you're so fucking t-ight… you're gonna take my cum and thank me, okay? gonna take me deep and I won't stop even if you whine, dirty sluts get what they deserve."
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"Please, please, it's too much..!" his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and face flushed the prettiest shade of pink, "Can't take anymore! it's too much, please, please, need to cum already, please let me cum inside, I'll do anything…" hips bucking towards your touch at the slightest of stimulation, a loud sob anytime you pulled back. "i'll be good, ill be such a good boy I promise, anything you want, any-thing! i won't even look at anyone else, you're all I ever think about... im yours, im all yours, I belong to you… please, do what you want with me, jus' wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please ride my face, my cock, something!"
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toytulini · 9 months
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listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.
yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?
maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".
get a better joke
#toy txt post#god im going to regret this post im gonna regret it so much i can feel it in my bones#let it flop..........pls#internalize my message let it sink in and understand what i am saying and then let the post flop#i say. knowing the ppl who need to see such a message are the ones who will make me regret this post and regrwt not having#1 million bajillion disclaimers#virgin is in quotes bc its a bullshit made up stupid purity culture concept anyway and quite frankly i hate even seeing the word#disclaimer: the previous sentence is not me saying that it is a slur for asexuals. it is me a single individual saying this specific word#grosses me out to read and see everywhere when its a stupid bullshit binary made up or at least historically largely used#to shame largely women and i dont know why we're still using it in 2023#and ive just been. seeing such an uptick in this whole like. attitude? lately and like#im ace im minorly sex repulsed. mostly about anything sex at me bad. other adults sex at each other consensually? go wild#i like to think im pretty chill about it. i try to be. i think its fine ig to be like 'my meat is huge i fuck so much so good'#like okay not my thing but good for you. love that for you#but then some of yall have started turning it back around back to. 'haha your meat so small and shriveled you get no bitches'#'haha stupid incel virgin' like okay. didnt realize we all went back to fucking. middle school but okay#god im gonna run out of tine to get ready for my thing writing this stupid post UGH evil#but like idk we've kinda circled back to being like haha being a virgin still is stupid and silly and shameful#and if im quite honest. i do think the acecourse played a part in that bc i felt like we were making good progress in like#hey guys is fine to not have sex ever if you dont want to its fine to not want sex its fine#and then aphobes went fucking rabid on us and splintered and destroyed online communities all over but especially on tumblr#and so many aces went back in the closet we stopped talking about it we stopped spreading awareness and now this stupid goddamn like#and now this stupid bullshit attitude is back where its like funny to call someone a virgin as an insult but like no bro trust me its okay#its okay for me to do it bc im a hot queer person with huge meat instead of a cisstraight frat bro with huge meat#? like you know the issue was the behavior right? not the fact that it was straight dudes saying it? its bc the thing being said was shitty?#you know you can dunk on the puritan bitches trying to police your behavior at pride without getting us as collateral damage right#stop making me read that stupid ugly ass word ur not cool or funny#whatever#if you come on to this post to start shit i will not only block you but as many of your mutuals and followers as i can find. i will scroll#i will block this entire fucking website if i need to do not test me. i am exhausted and the acecourse ate up all my tolerance in 2015.
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heynhay · 10 months
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let's drive out
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basketobread · 5 months
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Not a question but randomly stumbled onto your blog when I was looking at the bg3 tag and the save me white woman comic is going to be a permanent intrusive thought with shadowheart
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IM SO SORRY ANON FHSJSJSJSN i always play that phrase on a loop in my head when im playing bg3 with shadowheart and now i fear ive infected many other innocent people… please forgive me…
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onismdaydream · 5 months
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when it comes to you, leon can't say no. it's just not something that he's capable of. maybe it's the way your eyes catch the light, making them seem even bigger and more vulnerable than usual. maybe it's the way your lower lip juts out the slightest amount, the smallest pout forming and pulling at his heartstrings. maybe it's the way you try to contain your excitement when he does agree, but he can see the smile and hear the giggles you try to hide. whatever the reason, he finds himself doing whatever it is you ask of him.
and that's how he ended up here, his face pressed against the mattress and his ass in the air - one of his favorite positions for you - as you curled yourself along his spine, your finger circling his rim. the initial contact made him jump, the cold lube feeling so foreign on his own body. it wasn't the first time he would be fingered, but that was when he was young and in college and it was his own hand. this is completely different.
this is you. its your small hand resting on his hip, your breath dancing along the shell of his ear as you praise him, your chest pressed against his back, your finger slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
he lets out a groan, the tension easing out of his body as you whisper encouragement. you eventually get him to relax enough - with the help of a generous amount of lube and spit - to have two fingers sliding in and out, in and out. a nice rhythm begins to build up, and you carefully snake your other hand around his waist to grab his throbbing shaft. the head is already so messy, his precum dripping down onto the sheets below.
he's noisier like this, not so focused on bringing you pleasure and instead allowing himself to enjoy this feeling. gasps and grunts leave his mouth, almost as if he can't seem to catch a breath, his lungs constantly pushing out sounds as he struggles to not come undone by your hands on him. tears prick at his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment, teetering on the edge of too much and still not enough. but your touch is divine, your hushed words beguiling.
he could never say no to you. so when you ask him, your voice so pretty and sweet, to let go for you, he does. the stimulation from your fingers pressing on his prostate and your hand wrapped around his cock proves to be too much for him to handle. he cums with a broken sob, your name on his lips as his body shakes from the intensity of it all.
you kiss his shoulder, whispering praises and declarations of love into his skin. and as his mind begins to clear a bit, your hands now rubbing at his sides as you hum softly, he doesn't seem to mind that fact.
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snailfen · 9 months
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@pansear-doodles im finally home from my second summer program so im joining in on these! heres my normal and r&r artis with pupils and spearmaster with a mouth! ft wanderer....
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seraphsfire · 6 months
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Neil newbon just made himself CRY laughing imagining a bit about a poodle with a REALLY LONG TONGUE because he saw a video of a fan's dog
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"No it's not a poodle. it's a Long Tongued Poodle"
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wisepuma23 · 8 months
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Knives and forks clink against the dinner plates, metal scraping and laughter, their base drips with water from above. Drip, drip, drip. Impulse watches. It seeps into the center of the table, a growing patch on the wooden grain. Right between the steaks and loaves of warm bread. Nobody pays it any mind. Drip, drip.
(…Nobody but him.)
Etho says something he doesn’t catch, a bark of laughter from Tango. Beads of water splash onto the surrounding food.
Impulse’s hold on his fork goes tight. 
He needs to fix that. 
“Impulse buddy, you with us?” Skizz shakes his arm, “You agree Scar’s acting weird right?”
“Yeah yeah,” Impulse answers on auto-pilot, “I heard rumors he’s been trying to get kills. Yellow Scar, man.”
Tango cackles and the conversation cycles on. Impulse steels his jaw, he can’t zone out again. Keep pretending, he reminds himself. It wouldn’t be good to stab his teammates at the dinner table. He’d have to clean the table out. Maybe pull out the entrails from the cracks in the grain of wood.
(Drip, drip.) 
No, focus. 
Focus.
(A faint, metallic scent permeates his senses– gone in a moment.) 
Impulse bites into a piece of steak. Buttery juice slides over his tongue and between his teeth. The taste of blood makes his grip on the fork creak. For what feels like the first time in millenia, his glamor itches at his skin. The careful control over his form twitches and squirms like a coiled snake poised to strike. 
Show them what you really are, hums in his mind. The dripping echoes like a wardrum. Show them your true face.
 Impulse licks at his lips, “You did a nice job, Tango. It’s delicious!” 
“Aww!” Tango coos, his flames crackling a soft orange-red, “Etho lent me some seasoning but he won’t tell me where he got the happy happy sauce.” 
Impulse takes another bite, canines digging into flesh and bone, and the rip is loud. Or is it loud for him? Again, infernal magic bubbles at the back of his throat. He swallows, appraising the flavor. It doesn’t drown out the sickly sulfur like he hoped. 
“Bdubs?” Impulse guesses with a tease.
“Oh come on,” Etho groans, “Ah I guess that was way too easy.”
“He married me too, remember?” Impulse laughs at Etho’s expression, “Can’t blame me for forgetting the best meals I’ve ever had! Bet he’s feeding his family around now.” 
Etho waves him off as they cackle at the blush rushing up past the mask. Impulse cuts another piece off the bone. Rip, snrk, clink. Idly, he wonders if human skin still made the same noise. 
The clink of metal against the plates, the dull pounding of water. The snap-crackle of Tango’s fire. Buttery-sweet blood coats his tongue.
He remembers the musky smell of Etho's burning hair and flesh, his screams turned into bloody gurgles as he flailed in lava in the first game. Just minutes before everything ended. 
Impulse tears off a chunk of meat.
(Snrrk, clink.)
People die in so many ways. It’s why he loves the variety poison provides— stomachs twisting and lungs seizing— and yet he wonders if anybody’s tried skinning someone, if the server would even allow it.
Impulse swallows a dark laugh, is vivisection on the table? His glamor shivers.
Metal catches the light, the smooth shimmer taking him back. To sharp arrowheads and snapping magma, to a castle reaching into the sky.
He remembers a golden clock.
(Rip, snrk, clink.) 
Impulse remembers the way Bdubs’ flesh bubbled and blistered from the Wither. The way his Red bloodlust sang at the way his corpse crumpled to the ground. Bdubs’ skin growing dark, mottled with blackened streaks and bruised from the Withering and regular battle. 
The worst of it healed over, scars stitched into flesh. But he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t revel in it, the stained canvas left on Bdubs’ face and arms. 
He kissed that face. Peppering them along wither-cracked ribs and arms, tracing every dark and poisoned line with a smile. I’m sorry, he had said. I’m sorry.
He meant it. (Yes, really.)
Impulse hadn’t meant to curse Bdubs with chronic pain and scars, especially since he had to feel the echoes of it through the soulmate bond. He loved Bdubs. Loved him since the beginning.
And he remembers the rip-schk! of the ax in his back. 
The way his blood pooled on the grass as everything went dark.
The phantom feeling of Pearl’s wolves tearing flesh from bone in long strips and bites. Riiiip-snrk-crunch.
Blood dripping from between their teeth.
(Drip, drip.)
Impulse stabs his fork a little harder into the next cut, picturing a handsome face with a cute and crooked grin. Damn him. He glares down at his plate. No, focus. Pretend, he tells himself, you’re good at that, aren’t you?
There’s a hand over his, warmer than it should be. He looks up.
Tango has cocked an eyebrow up with a cute little nose crinkle, “You in?”
Impulse blinks, the words registering in his head.
“Yeah, sure,” He grins, “A walk sounds great. I think I’m tired of Skizz’s stink overpowering the place. We really need to install some ventilation.”
“Hey!” 
And they laugh, bright and loud as Skizz pouts, checking his armpits. The glasses shake as Tango rattles the table with a smack, a cackle on his lips. Etho’s eyes twinkle with amusement.
Impulse’s focus drifts. Back to the present, away from the blood.
(Drip, drip.)
And yet.
(Rip, snrrk, clink.)
…The hunger prevails.  
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wis-art · 1 year
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Hoppas ni får en glad påsk!
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shazos · 1 month
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spidersona time (cuz i couldn't resist lol)
her name is spidercrab! 🦀
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I drew these stupid idiots in dresses because everyone else is doing it and I want to draw men in dresses
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bull-shit-suji · 1 year
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not to like wax poetic about the literary nuances of Black Fucking Butler but i feel i need to point out how insanely campy it is. oh okay cool the butler is throwing butter knives at people with guns and winning. we're battling undertaker's zombie army by starting a boy band (we actually got the idea from the ZOMBIES' boy band). theres a curry making competition and its so important it needs an entire volume and a continuing motif dedicated to it. the Grim Reaper Death Gods are all cornballs with gardening sheers. the contradiction. the unintended irony.
i think the manga is like. toeing the line of camp. like its silly yet takes itself so seriously but its not too silly. my immersion is not broken by the silliness. but the anime is uncharted levels of camp. what the Hell was going on with pluto. you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me the phantomhives own a fifty foot dog thing and no one has noticed. simply one hell of a deer. ice skating. theres opium in funtom candy. the queen of england is maybe a little girl. speaking of which, the city of london just burned down. yeah the whole thing. the fifty foot dog was there too.
it's so ridiculously out of left field and the fact that none of the characters seem to notice or care feels like being gaslit. camp so visceral it's causing psychic damage. i am constantly begging the narrative to break character just once and acknowledge its silliness but doing so would negate the lack of awareness that makes it camp. its dated and timeless. an absolute milestone in camp history.
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emilylprentiss · 6 months
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I don't know how else to say it...but I care for you more than anyone I know. But when God demands something of me, I have to obey. I wish I understood...
EVIL 3.08 – "The Demon of Parenthood"
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basketobread · 5 months
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is lotus a durge? i think they are so fucking hot
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thanks! but no, they're just like that 👍
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caramelmochacrow · 4 months
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happy birthday hikari!! she will ascend the stage of fate!!
(draft and full ver w karen's under the cut!)
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im sure it was obvious when you saw it but yeah hikari and karen's drawings were done together. i didn't want both of them to be different when i soon drew hikari's so i did this.
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