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Senshi Dunmeshi 🤝 Samwise LOTR Cooking meals for loved ones

I recently started watching Dungeon Meshi and somehow came up with this crossover and I just had to draw it haha

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this is also how I reply to them.

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Tgirl fag voice has healing powers

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I was busy doing commissions and dealing with chronic pain, but it's still lesbian visibility week so i hope you all feel seen :)

Both characters are trans women (she/her)

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I'm tired of hiding it; I love Kobolds

They're silly, cute, and hot. They come in so many different colors and styles; Fur, scales, a mix of both, I've even seen some with feathers. Truly natures little gachas.

I love that they are small and easy to dominate, but also that they can easily dominate me in a big enough group. I love that they come with a tail for pulling and biting while I stuff them with my knot, and handlebars for when I'm fucking their faces. I love the taste and smell of their holes and cock when I'm going down on them. I love using them as a cocksleeves and fucktoys being as rough as I want to be, but also tenderly making love to them cause they deserve gentleness just as much as they deserve to be broken and made into a cum filled mess.

I love you Kobolds, I hope your days are filled with shinies and treatos.

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thinking about the Moonlight Greatsword

in the Dark Souls series, it’s consistently associated with scaleless magic dragons. in Elden Ring, it’s associated with Ranni the Witch, but notably, guarded by a magic dragon.

in Bloodborne, it belongs to Ludwig, who is a big horse. by the Transitive Property, does this make Ludwig a magic dragon?

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Flowey: NOOOO! STOP! YOURE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME

The six human Testosterone bottles:

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wait you understand that kinks are ok because they're fantasies that make you happy right? you all get that you don't need to have trauma for your kinks to be okay? right? like none of you think i witnessed a tragic accident on the pool toy assembly line right?

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having a thing for older women is great until the tgirl in her mid 40's who took you home from the bar six months ago and nearly came when you called her mommy and whom you've been dating ever since, to the point that things are getting serious and you're both madly in love with each other and who's started introducing you to people as her daughter instead of as her girlfriend and just the other day she asked you about your ring size and you hope to god she's gonna propose and you're brimming with excitement at the idea of being her daughterwife tells you about her life back when she was your age and you realize she went to college with your parents and the girl she's describing as her "married FWB" was your mom and you have to tell her that you think she's your real dad. Then it goes from great to amazing. Though it might be a little awkward at the wedding.

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the shorthand developed between longtime couples or friends can be embarrassing, yes, but it can also be confusing for others in the best of ways.

exposition: my partner is rather squeamish, especially when it comes to various bodily things - and if you've known me for a while, you know that I love all things body and body related. we share one desk, with all our monitors aligned, and we often peek at what the other one is doing - same with phones, especially when we're having some downtime in bed. now, to relax, I really like watching various body-related videos - for example anatomy lessons with cadavers, or dental videos, especially tooth extractions - but that's something that would obviously absolutely upset my beloved. so the first time I was watching something like that and they peeked, I had to quickly cover my phone, and then explain that I was watching a dentist extracting a tooth.

now, this has to be a quick reaction - and I know that too many details about what it is exactly that I'm watching can be upsetting or disgusting on their own - so I've resorted to just saying DENTIST. when my love looks over and has the chance to potentially see something yuck. just dentist. it works!

fast forward to us picking up a friend from a music festival over summer - not a big concert but more a set of smaller scenes with a very specific vibe. definitely a vibe that encourages people to partake in various substances. while waiting for said friend, my partner told me they needed to pee, and so we went to the long line of porta-potties - and they've asked me to go in first to check the state of the facilities for them. and as I got in I saw that, well, it was bad. big bad. as bad as you can imagine a porta-potty to be.

and so to be quick, as my partner was about to enter after me and see all the bad everywhere, I just yelled DENTIST! DENTIST!

let me tell you. the line of people high out of their mind waiting to pee. hearing me yell DENTIST repeatedly from the belly of the portable toilet, to the clear horror of my partner. the look on their faces. the silence that fell. I can only wish I did not ruin anyone's trip with my sudden invocation of the dental nightmare but I'm not too hopeful on that you know

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We are often told that the poor are grateful for charity. Some of them are, no doubt, but the best amongst the poor are never grateful. They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and rebellious. They are quite right to be so. Charity they feel to be a ridiculously inadequate mode of partial restitution, or a sentimental dole, usually accompanied by some impertinent attempt on the part of the sentimentalist to tyrannise over their private lives. Why should they be grateful for the crumbs that fall from the rich man’s table? They should be seated at the board, and are beginning to know it. As for being discontented, a man who would not be discontented with such surroundings and such a low mode of life would be a perfect brute. Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion. Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less. For a town or country labourer to practise thrift would be absolutely immoral. Man should not be ready to show that he can live like a badly-fed animal. He should decline to live like that, and should either steal or go on the rates, which is considered by many to be a form of stealing. As for begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg. No: a poor man who is ungrateful, unthrifty, discontented, and rebellious, is probably a real personality, and has much in him. He is at any rate a healthy protest.

— Oscar Wilde, "The Soul of Man Under Socialism"

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we've been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we've observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don't think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.

I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I've passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that's Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there's a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.

yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.

"good morning Gucio!" I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.

well. remember that Gucio doesn't really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.

and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.

"you... know each other?" she asks.

is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you've met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I'm afraid

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rule

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every trans girl is my sister (both in an incest way and in an "i would die for you (in a snuff way and in a "i'll do anything to protect you" (in sexy way and in a maternal (in a sexy way and in a serious and caring way) way) way) way).