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fotiludemann3 · 18 hours
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Indianapolis
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htsan · 2 months
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Everyone: "OMG those Siren bois are so HAWT!" Htsan: "Yeah, so HAWT! I could just-" *running toward the ocean with a fork and knife*
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Yes. Siren horror is very hot.. 🐙+🔥+🥘=😋
If sirens don't want to get eaten, then why do they look so delicious, eh?
Edit: frick i forgor to credit @/spookyflavors for the octo!sans/cecaelia sans design. I know its ur ask but still 😭
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greedy621 · 1 month
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Sans fucked up png anomaly and dialogue idea from @htsan
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scipunk · 17 days
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The Matrix (1999) - Glitch in the Matrix
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cillivnz · 9 months
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nadie como mi pantera [miguel o’hara]
PAIRING — SPIDER-MAN 2099 x ANOMALY!READER
TROPE — enemies to fuckers (?)
WORD COUNT — 2.4k+
WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!READER. cursing, injuries, legal age-gap, mentions of male and female masturbation, mentions of trauma, dark!miguel, heavy degradation, marking, biting, venom-play (?), a little bit of objectification, degrading names and descriptions, pet-names, dub-con, breast/nipple play, fingering, clit-play, bondage, public sex, size difference, penetrative sex (p! in v!), jealousy, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, miguel being down bad for reader, basically.
A/N — you really thought i wouldn’t write for papí? i don’t like this but i had to write for miguel and i had to write for him as soon as possible. i was listening to this C.R.O song that inspired me to write this, so, i hope you enjoy my take at my favorite kind of miguel fiction! i’d love to hear your thoughts in my asks <3
lowercase intended.
LISTENING TO — ‘Por La Carretera’ by C.R.O and ‘This Love’ by Pantera.
NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]
“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.” — you can’t run forever, bitch.
‘viejo’ — old man
“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo.” — stupid, horny fucking bastard.
“joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así.” — fuck, bitch. choke on my cock just like that.
gilipollas — asshole
“si insistes, cariño.” — if you insist, honey.
querida — dear
“dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” — my god, how can a girl be so pretty yet so dumb?
puta — bitch
“yo también pensé en mi pantera…” — i thought of my pantera, too…
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“𝐴𝑌, 𝑁𝐴𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝐿𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝐶𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑂 𝑇𝑈́,”
running was all you knew.
at the sight of danger, in the fear of things, you ran; or perhaps, your pride didn’t allow it to be called, “fleeing”.
either way, despite being the most notorious villain of your world, you were running away from a monster chasing you, and so you ran like him, on all fours.
“no puedes correr para siempre, perra.”
you hear him grunt, leaping from building-to-building.
he ached, not that you knew, but he ached to catch a hold of you, and for reasons he wasn’t willing to reflect upon right now.
he just needed more than the ghost of your touch against his talons for hands, to feel the softness of your flesh against his claws, not for a moment, but an eternity.
“mírame, viejo.”
“can’t catch me.” you spoke the same few words you always did to him, before leaping through yet another portal, except you were slow; fatally, too slow. so when just about your upper half slid through the dimensional portal, you were yanked back into hell by the devil himself attached to your calf.
miguel o’hara’s claws sinked deep into your flesh.
“caught you.”
you were the root cause of all his problems these days. the pinnacle of his annoyance, agitation, and arousal.
“estúpido, caliente puto bastardo,” he’d often curse at night, following the lines, “joder, perra. atragantarse con mi polla así como así,” pumping his throbbing cock at the thought, the sight of you, hidden behind mounds of paperwork, peering at the multiple cameras he’d installed in your apartment.
a part of him cherished the cat-and-mouse chase, yearned for it. the other, rational, heroic bit knew he was wrong. he should’ve captured you at your most vulnerable; spread wide apart, rubbing leisurely at your swollen clit, but he didn’t. he simply couldn’t do anything but breathe haphazardly, or unzip his suit and start stroking himself at the pace with which you fingered yourself.
he thought he was in the clear, letting this continue for months, but jessica seemed to have caught on, offering to catch you for him, which was when he snapped; at her, and at any spider who dare mention your name.
there was talk at the tables, you were labelled the sexiest, most beautiful anomaly. multiple peters lined up to offer to be appointed to you, but it only added fuel to the fire that was miguel o’hara’s temper.
his efficiency, skill, and authority were at stake. and so, he finds himself chasing after you, yet again.
only this time, he didn’t let you escape.
his own eyes widened when his talon ripped through your limb. the colour left his face, a panicked expression painted all over his hidden face. carefully, yet fervently he removed them from your leg. by the time he did so, he was on top, and you were right beneath him, pressed so tightly against his chest.
instinctively, you raised your ass, pressing into his constricted crotch. the gesture knocked the air out of miguel, who had deemed you to be in agony from the cut on your leg, but when miguel looked back at your black suit, he saw healed flesh through the torn fabric; soft and tender, like the rest of you.
he took off his mask, turning you over.
he took off yours, too. it were as if another moment without seeing your face would’ve sent him spiralling madly into the multiverse of armageddon.
solace, is what your face brought. agony, is what it put him through. everything about you, be it y/n y/l or his pantera was so, so perfect.
her eyes, mere slits staring at him with offence and hatred, yet the pupils dilate when his grip on your waist tightens, her plump lips muttering various curses at his name, but even the most vile profanities sounded like honeyed words of love coming from those perfect, bordeaux lips. her frown, her cute nose, her perfect hair, a mess underneath her mask, framing perfectly against her frame; so tiny compared to the mammoth monster towering over her.
she is perfect, and nobody does it like her.
nobody ruins canons like her, and she’s got every reason. the things she’s been through, miguel knows an angelita like her doesn’t deserve anything she’s had to endure. it all made her stronger, until she was blamed for things she had no control over; her powers, her ability to survive. her perfection, that the world tried to take advantage of. so, it comes as no surprise to miguel o’hara that the sweet y/n y/l resorted— no, was pushed to the dark side.
as much as he sympathises, and even cares for the girl he’s grown fond of, the girl that calls him ‘viejo’ with utmost conceit, he must teach her a lesson.
one she’d remember.
“i told you i’d catch you.” he leaned closer, a baritone in his velvet voice. “fuck off, miggy.” if it weren’t for ‘viejo’, it were ‘miggy’. see, o’hara wasn’t the only one spying, and y/l did enough digging to find out all about him, hence the constant reminder of their age-gap. the only difference between the two was that y/n stopped watching after what was useful, whereas miguel deemed eyeing her figure 24/7 as very necessary; even when she’d change in her room, and especially when it was into a skimpy dress to go out with some lowlife edgelord that couldn’t even pay for her drink.
miguel still has the fuckface hanging upside down in some alleyway in some multiverse.
nobody touches pantera.
“hermosa, don’t talk to me like that,” he warned in response to your curse. “oh, bite me, gilipollas.” you smirked, not anticipating his next move.
“si insistes, cariño.” he shrugged before releasing his fangs from their pillowy casing, his plump lips, to reach for your pulse point and bite. hard.
her shriek of pain turned into a wanton moan when he injected a small dose of venom into her, licking the open wound clean, savouring the ferric sweetness.
“damn you, son of a bitch,” you huffed in between breaths, “what have you done to me?” he groaned against your skin, setting every inch ablaze.
he breathed in your scent, face pressed in your slowly bleeding neck, before spreading your limbs wide and apart. he rose, shooting webs on each ending, one by one, tying you in place.
you were trapped in his embrace, on the helipad of a skyscraper. before realisation dawned in on you, miguel was dragging his mouth over your body, from the throat downwards, his protruding fangs ripping through whatever fabric came in the way, and soon enough, he had ripped through your suit, till he was right above your cunt.
a smirking miguel eyed you, conceit and shamelessness painted all over his flawless face. his large hands gripped the ripped suit from each slit and tore it off of you, leaving you only in your panties. “fucking hell, querida, no bra?” his face contorted in need at the sight of your bountiful chest, nipples hardening when the cold air of nueva york hit them.
his mouth felt obliged to latch onto both of your buds, paying the heed they so desperately craved. “days,” he began, “only i know how weeks, months went by in craving you.” “you make me hate myself, y/n.” “you don’t belong here,” he had moved on to your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses. raising himself just enough to eye you, he dipped two of his fingers into his fanged mouth, covering them in spit, before burying his face back into your neck and plunging a finger inside you.
you moaned, grinding against the palm of his large hand to provide some relief to your throbbing clit.
“you’re an anomaly,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him, not even letting him bury himself knuckle deep. “and yet, you’re dying to fuck me.” you managed to mock miguel. “didn’t say you’re not insatiable.” his calculating eyes were fixated on the sight of your pussy swallowing his fingers.
spreading your lips apart using his index and ring finger, he plunged further into you. soon enough, while he still cursed your existence out in spanish, three of his fingers were fucking you open causing a delicious tremor of pain to run through you.
when your eyes closed in awaiting excruciating pleasure, he bit into the same, now healed, skin of your neck injecting a larder dosage of the apparent venom. “eyes on me, querida.”
he feigned a look of inncocece whereas nothing about your acts was innocent.
he looked angelic while committing the devil’s sins, fingering you at godspeed while his crimson eyes stared into your soul.
“gonna come, love? sí, good girl, let it all out f’me.” and you did.
spasming around his fingers, you let out pent-up frustration of months, because the truth is, you’ve always been a woman of reciprocity.
an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,
an orgasm for an orgasm.
“i wanna suck it.” you whined between pants, trying to break free from the webbed bondage. “hm, tempting,” the clocks of contemplation seemed to be ticking behind those crimson eyes, “but no.” he shook his head, creating regrettable distance between the two of you. “but i want it—” you whined,
“and i want you to go back to your universe. for the sake of the multivers—”
“oh, to hell with you and your multiverse, o’hara. just fuck me and get it over with.”
you rolled your eyes, but were soon put in regret when a hand wrapped around your throat.
“you think that’s all i’m gonna do? dios mío, ¿cómo puede una chica ser tan bonita y a la vez tan tonta?” he ‘tsked’, “i’m not just gonna ‘fuck you and get it over with’, i’m gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you had no idea when he had the time to discard his lower half of the suit, until you felt something sinister and sinful rubbing against your slit.
“so wet, querida. and all for me?” he groaned shamelessly, the sound resonating in your core. villainous tendencies getting the best of you, you couldn’t help but tease, “not really, i thought peter b. would swing by.” you shot him a shit-eating grin, trying your level best not to show how pleasurable his cock rubbing against you felt.
you knew you were fucked when he clenched his jaw, crimson eyes glowing to a dangerous fluorescent scarlet, before he laughed dryly, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”
you yelped when he turned you around, shooting more webs onto your constricted frame. in your new position, you were forced to lie with your back arched, tits pressed against the cold concrete, unwavering with how greatly they were held in place. each limb was securely taped to the floor, every inch of your body covered in sticky webs, all except the very hole where he’d shoot in his special web.
“you like this, puta? i know i do.” he said, stroking your leaking slit with his cock.
“my very own glory hole.”
he didn’t give you a moment to retaliate, instantly shoving his entire length inside you.
you were a goner.
from the way his anomaly of a cock slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, in full combat with your cervix, to the way his heavy balls slapped your clit, his talons ripping two holes just around your areoles to pull and pinch your nipples.
“miguel…” you moaned repeatedly, like a chant praising the god on his knees behind you. “what happened to ‘viejo’, hm? you like this old man’s cock too much to care now? yeah? too cock-drunk on an older guy?” he growled, in between unfaltering thrusts. “it’s okay, bébé, this pussy is my reward, too. isn’t it? i’ve been so patient with you. ‘never complaining when you touch yourself.”
“i’m not selfish like that. i want my hermosa to touch herself when she thinks of me. i know you say my name, cariño. i know you say ‘miguel’.” you buried your face further in your shame, cheek pressed against the cold concrete. “it’s okay, yo también pensé en mi pantera when i fuck my fist.”
you moaned at the thought of him jerking off to you, ready to give all the pennies in the world for his thoughts, his fantasies you’re more than obliged to fulfil.
“i’m gonna cum—” you managed to warn just in time as you creamed on his cock. “sí, querida. so good f’me.” he brought two fingers to your clit, overstimulating your high.
you writhed around, but miguel wouldn’t budge.
he still fucked in and out of you, bottomed out completely, to just the tip in, all with relentless speed and vigour.
“fuck, your cunt is so tight, y/n. hell, i might just keep you.”
“mi pantera is my fuckdoll.”
the overstimulation killing you, “no more… n-no more!” you moaned wantonly, but miguel didn’t stop his fervent flicks on your clit, nor the torturous pummelling your pussy was enduring.
when you neared your second orgasm, miguel made sure you reached it, but didn’t give you the satisfaction of riding out your high. pulling out, he gently tapped on your pussy, watching it spasm around nothingness, and then he slammed his cock inside you, letting your gaping pussy milk him dry.
the sight was something to see.
miguel o’hara, the work-consumed maniac who never let anyone see any side of him other than solemnity, had more expression on his face than ever before. face contorted in pleasure as he shot ropes of his load into you, grip tightening around your hips, his plump lit ripping between his sharp teeth.
“fuck,”
“𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑶 𝑴𝑰 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨.”
he groaned, staying buried deep inside of you for a few more lingering moments.
he slashed your constricts, hesitantly pulling out his cock from your hole, its new home.
“still hell-bent on wreaking havoc?” he asked, flipping your spent body over, placing a lustful kiss on your swollen lips. “no, sir.” you whispered softly, causing a wave of arousal to wash over miguel, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to act on it.
“good, because i was serious about keeping you.” he stared you dead in the eyes, wrapping those colossal arms around your body; like putty in his hands. putting on his suit again, he carried you away in the still of the night.
your villainous days, perhaps, are over, but something tells you, you and miguel are far from it.
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lorenzonuti · 11 months
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Brightness Anomaly.
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dxmnsvoid · 11 months
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"what kind of monster/creature are you?" fuck around and find out
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runasaster · 5 months
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Made a small panel for one of the endings of "It's Just A Game"!
It ain't perfect since I'm working on a new style, but I think it came out good!
IJAG! Sans(and fanfiction) is by @htsan
(I just wanted to run over to him and hug him... poor boy 😭😭)
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siryl · 1 year
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Cover art by Robert Beatty for Mr. 666 by Michael Perkins.
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iminloveweveryone · 10 months
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𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺 ����𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 captured 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘘 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
Warnings: ASTV spoilers, smut, cursing
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。
You’ve been trapped at the the spider society HQ for quite a bit of time now, well maybe not so much trapped as you’ve been given a nice room and all the amenities you could dream of.
It’s confusing, you’ve seen other anomaly’s locked up and sent back by an odd looking machine. But not you. As of now you’ve been following Miguel around, as he so clearly instructed, or maybe more like demanded.
“Miguel..” you stretch out his name “when can I go home?” You mumble as you trail behind him per usual, right now you’re on the way to his office. “You aren’t getting home anytime soon.” He says coldly. You roll your eyes, knowing you don’t usually win these conversations.
You enter his office, and of course it’s huge. It basically takes up this entire floor. You walk over to his desk, sitting atop it as you gaze around the room. He slowly walks over to you, towering over as he stands. “Jus’ wanna get back..” you sigh out. He grunts.
He clenches his teeth in annoyance, he really doesn’t like these conversations. Maybe it’s because he likes having you around, likes looking at your gorgeous body as you stroll around the office as though you own it. Maybe he likes the way you bite your cheek when your trying to focus on something, But no, it’s just that your an anomaly..he can’t let you go..it’s dangerous. At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the last week.
“Cariño, I’m not letting you go anywhere.” You eye him suspiciously at the name, not knowing what it means. “Fine..at least give me something to do.” You say stubbornly “you know I can’t do that either.” He says sternly.
You look up at him, biting the inside of your cheek in thought. And that brings something out in him, something that he normally hides very well. In a second he’s wrapping his hands around you waist and squeezing tightly. “Mierda, you know I hate it when you do that.”
You let out a gasp in surprise as he trails his hands up and down softly. Although you’re surprised, you don’t stop him for a second. Yeah sure you’ve had thoughts about him, little glances his way, but you never thought something would actually come of it, until now.
He pulls you closer by the waist and glances down to your lips before connecting them, he kisses you harshly, fighting for control. You wrap your arms around him, securing yourself into him. Slowly he pulls away, moving down to your neck leaving sloppy kisses and a few hickeys all the way down until he reaches the top of your dress. He kisses along before he moves back and looks to you. He slowly reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest on your waist.
He moves his hands down to your panties, playing with the top and carefully sliding it down, letting them fall to the floor. He traces along your clit, teasing. You let out a quiet whine as he continues to tease. “I know hermosa, yo se..” he says with a chuckle as he finally begins to rub your clit slowly and delicately.
He moves away and brings his fingers up to your mouth. “Open.” He demands, you listen, opening up and sucking on his fingers softly. He gives you a arrogant smile. “So fucking obedient for me.” He says in a raspy tone. He brings his fingers back down to your throbbing core. He slowly slides them in, looking right into your eyes as he enters. He chuckles and begins to pump them in and out of you, taking it slow at first and then unexpectedly speeding up only to come to a complete stop.
“Please Miguel..” you whine out as he picks up the speed once again. And this time he doesn’t stop, hitting your g-spot over and over again, every time feeling better then the last. “You like that sweetheart?” He asks arrogantly “hm..?Answer me.” He says harshly, stopping his movement completely, waiting for you to respond. “Yes..yes.” You moan out breathlessly. “That’s what I fucking thought.” He says with a cold look, once again pumping his fingers mercilessly.
He whispers praises into your ear softly, kissing along your neck and brushing your hair out of your face. You feel yourself nearing your climax and you squirm under his touch. He shushes you and continues pumping, possibly even going faster. “I’m so close..” you moan out as he starts to rub your clit with his free hand “Fuck, cum for me cariño.” He urges as he rubs your pulsating clit, sending you over the edge. You let go and he guides you through it, continuing to fuck you with his fingers until you legs stop shaking.
He pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them up to your lips, you open your mouth for him once again and he places them inside. He lets you suck his fingers for a second before pulling them out and wrapping his arms around you waist. You lay against him as he holds you. “You did so good.” He praises “but next time I’m gonna fucking breed you.” He whispers into your ear.
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。
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dreamsb0u · 5 months
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Silly little au
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htsan · 6 months
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what do u think of the dreamtale brothers? :D
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Cw: Violence
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Dreamtale by jokublog
The "Anomaly" vessel was created by me.
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16-siik · 4 months
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cranberrytea451 · 1 year
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@htsan stream was wild last night… I fell asleep about 2 hours in so idk what happened in the later half, but A cult was formed. Edit: the second image was what someone in chat said as a joke. Don’t take it seriously :) Edit edit: stream chats are weird lol. Sorry if I wasn’t clear.
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monstersmashorpass · 1 month
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SMASH OR PASS: The Rolling Giant, Kane Pixels The Oldest View
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Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!
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lorenzonuti · 9 months
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Far Away
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