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officialabortive · 20 days
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Fostering wolfdog!Bakugou would lead do premature greys, methinks.
Bakugou's only here in the first place because he was found incapacitated with his head wound up in a snare wire. Even after treatment he couldn't be released back to the wild due to the increasing number of hybrid poachers. The vet recommended a good fostering program, the one you happened to be volunteering at.
He's in no way domestic and will bite at the hand who feeds him. Literally.
You were told to keep the muzzle on him, not that you'd be able to get close enough to remove it in the first place. It's cold metal bars are clearly irritating to have on his face all day, but there can't be any risk of bites before he's gotten all his shots.
Having grown among grass and soil, bakugou finds the things In your house incredibly intriguing. He spent over an hour opening and closing a closet door, just trying to figure out how it works. The concept of a light switch looked to be exceptionally fascinating. Their's no way of knowing what's going on in his head but with the way he went room to room investigating each light that bewildered look said all. This big pup probably thinks you're holding little peices of the sun captive. You can tell he is obviously seeing spots from staring directly at them for so long when he starts bumping into things. One can only hope his vision hasn't been impaired.
Just as any wild animal would, bakugou likes to... mark his territory...
Unfortunately for you, the place the hybrid deemed best to be "his" is none other then your bedroom. The room that holds most of your day to day essentials. The room that is now inaccessible due to the growing beast atop your his bed. Even with the muzzle restricting his attacks, those claws —even though clipped by the vet— could separate flesh from bone. That's not a risk worth taking for the sake of a change of clothes. Your only option was to wear the laundry on top of the washing machine that you'd been to lazy to fold and put away.
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ecogirl2759 · 6 months
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Every now and again I have the overwhelming urge to archive Taka lore, and, honestly? Might do that before the end of the year.
Like, idk how many people know of the comics and stuff, but there's so much going on with this one character who canonically has no backstory. He's the ONLY ONE without a backstory and it INFURIATES MEEEEEEE
And ik I've said this before, but I'll say it again: TAKA'S ALSO THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRETY OF DANGANRONPA AS A FRANCHISE TO HAVE AN OFFICIAL MASTERMIND OUTFIT WITHOUT EVER BEING THE MASTERMIND!!!!
(At least to my knowledge. No other character has had a MM! outfit published in an official source directly tied to Spike that I've been able to find.)
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(First two pictures are definitely official (4KOMA KINGS Vol.4), the second two I can't find a source for)
I'm pretty sure everyone already knows most of this stuff, but I just want to remind people just how much about this character we either don't know or we wish would have happened to him. And also he's my favorite so there's that :)
(And, yes, MM! Taka does have two-toned boots as well lol)
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starboysbrainrot · 7 months
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“why are we still friends ?”
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chrollohearttags · 3 months
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feeling shitty about myself tonight, but at least I’m not nicki minaj. so it could always be worse.
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yuyulie · 8 months
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necklace collection ✰✰✰
Learned how to make necklaces last december and then never stopped lol <3. Please let me know if there's any issues.
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✰ new mesh ✰ all LODS ✰ all under 7k polys ✰ disabled for random *** the necklaces don't have a uv_1 which means they won't morph with the sims body so I included a version (+) for plus size sims, I also highly recommend having this slider.
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✰ Download ✰ (alt) ✰
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stiffyck · 7 months
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Desert duo but they are married just for the benefits.
(No one tell them there are no benefits to being married in minecraft.)
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pezhead · 6 months
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I'm sorry, but Baby Donnie and Baby Mikey makes me wanna squeeze them until their eyes pop. You draw them sooo cute 💕💞
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petricorah · 8 months
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Aaa for the simple requests maybe zuko and turtleducks?? Little skrunkly animals <33
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they're resting...zzzzzzzzzz... [id in alt]
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signanothername · 10 months
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Megs and his grumpy cat bestie who watches over him <3
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It's 2 AM here and I'm too tired to elaborate properly but I just realized that from a certain point One Piece started showing a mirrored structure when it came to antagonists in the various arc. For example, as of right now we have Egghead Arc's fight with Lucci mirroring Enies Lobby's one. This means that after that we might have someone coming back from [I don't remember atm which arc came before W7/EL and I'm too tired to check].
Again, too tired to elaborate properly but we also already know that at one point stuff's gonna happen with Vivi - and I think that, being that a mirror to the Alabasta Arc which was the second, whatever's gonna happen it's gonna be in the second to last arc.
My theory includes that, mirroring the first arcs/East Blue Saga, whose antagonists were Crocodile, Buggy, and Mihawk,,,, the Cross Guild is gonna be among the last antagonists toward the end of One Piece.
If I wanted to elaborate better I would also talk about Shanks being the first pirate in Luffy's backstory shown in the East Blue Saga, thus if the mirrored structure keeps up he might be the last obstacle (and due to some other stuff we already know there's at least a 80% chance of him being it).
Don't know if there's stuff in the manga that already proved or blew off this theory but please bear with me I'm anime-only and I just had my single braincell activating and making me realize the mirrored structure thing
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writinggremlin · 4 months
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How's about a whumpee who desires pain?
A whumpee who wants to be stressed and panicked and hurt. Everything's been too good for too long, and maybe that frustrates them a little bit.
Why do they feel this way? They don't know. All they do know, is that that risky and/or hurtful scenario is looking quite tempting.
If nobody's going to make them worse, they'll do it themself.
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gildedmuse · 9 months
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Drunk!Law who, anytime he uses his powers, somehow "accidentally" ends up with a lap full of Zoro.
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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year
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sorry i’m on a roll tonight but everyone always talks abt jason’s scars but like. everyone in the batfam must have them, i mean they fight criminals who have knives and guns and brass knuckles there’s no way they’ve never gotten hit,,, so being dick’s lover and him being used to being sultry and stuff but one day when he comes out of the shower you pull him to the bed and he’s like “eheh you couldn’t wait to have me?” but his words die in his throat when you gently lay him down and start kissing every little scar on his body, and he gets really whiny and surprisingly subby when you start kissing an old stab wound on his inner thigh *insert elmo fire gif here*
oh oh i’m soft. i’m crying just a little. my baby boy 🥺🥺
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You still manage to surprise him.
He thinks it should be statistically impossible, thinks that you shouldn’t be able to sneak up on him the way that you do. The quiet, emotional way you do when you see something that makes your heart ache just a little.
He’s trained since he was a child to prevent things like this, he knows body language, he knows speech patterns, he knows how to disarm someone in three seconds flat.
He knows you.
He also knows what it’s like to be wounded. To be bleeding out and hurting and utterly alone. He’s painfully aware that a serrated blade will tear and shred his skin and leave a horrible, jagged scar. He knows exit wounds are messier than entry wounds and that being shot burns. He knows that his body is a patchwork quilt of freshly healed skin and old, aching wounds.
He knows that you love him.
But of all the things he knows, all the things he expects. He not once considers the possibility of an ambush. Especially from you.
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“Cmere.” You beckon when he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low on his hips. His first thought is lustful, scandalous. You want him. You always want him. He’s more than happy to indulge you. But the set of your mouth is off, you’re looking at him like you see him. All of him. “Dick, c’mere. Let me love on you.”
He trips forwards, just slightly touching up against uncoordinated. The smile on your face is soft, patient, wonderful. He feels his heart stutter for just a moment, a brief skip. On patrol the skip of his heart usually means ‘oh shit i’m about to die’. But with you it’s different, with you it’s ‘you make me clumsy, you make me vulnerable’.
You guide him backwards, push him down onto the bed. There’s a thousand different thoughts tangled in a knot and he’s half stuck between excitement and apprehension. You’ve shoved him onto the bed before, usually before you sink your soft, wet cunt around his cock. But you don’t have that look on your face this time.
So the apprehension sweeps in.
His brain does it on autopilot–comes up with contingencies. He’s got every single weakness of yours catalogued. He knows exactly where to put pressure to get you to give. He knows that your left arm is weaker than your right. He knows he could open his mouth right now and say something that would have you in tears.
Part of him hates himself for it.
But it’s kept him alive.
Your mouth presses against his shoulder, just below his collarbone. There’s a mess of scar tissue under your lips. It’s a messy circle. A gunshot wound. 9mm. There’s no exit wound and he remembers digging into the open wound looking for the bullet. He remembers the blinding pain and laughing hysterically at the fact he could hardly hold the tweezers with the amount of blood coating his hand. But you lick over the sensitive skin and Dick shudders, the memory fracturing apart.
“What are you doing?” He finally asks, voice thicker than he wants it to be.
Your attention flickers to him for just a moment, “My pretty boy. Jus’ want to show you how much I love you. How much I love all of you.”
There’s a lump in his throat and he can’t swallow it back.
You shuffle down his body. Lick over the long, thin line of scar tissue over his ribs. Pocket knife. He was still Robin when he got that one. He recalls the flash of pain as it sliced him open. The adrenaline hid it well amongst the fight but when it was over it stung, nerves flaring awake. Seven stitches in total. A neat little row.
Nimble fingers tug at the towel around his waist and Dick feels his breath hitch. You pull it open and suck a mark into his hip. The dark blemish settles besides a smattering of bruises from his most recent patrol and he doesn’t expect to feel overwhelming relief at the feel of your mouth on his skin.
But he does.
You tap at his thigh, gesture for him to settle back and hook it open so you can kiss at the thick, jagged scar running across his inner thigh. The skin is raised and pink. Still new. Still healing. The edges are surrounded by tiny needle marks. Stitches.
His entire body flinches and he finds himself almost trying to run from the feel of your lips on that horribly sensitive patch of skin. Serrated blade. Agonising pain. He remembers the rip and pull of his flesh as the knife went in. Remembers almost screaming from the pain of it.
Your hot, wet tongue drags along the length of the scar and Dick feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?” You ask between gentle kisses, lavishing affection on something that was once so painful. It still hurts sometimes. Especially on cold nights. Even more when he does certain manoeuvres in training, in combat. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Your thumb smooths along the scar and then your mouth chases it.   
“Don’t stop.” He gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
He feels you kiss the inside of his thigh so softly, so gently and he’s knocked completely off kilter by how much he likes having you dote on him the way you are. You kiss his damaged skin like you’re trying to remove the pain and Dick wants to cry, wants to hide himself inside you because if anyone in this world would keep him safe, he'd trust it to be you.
“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper, and glance up to catch his watery gaze. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. My brave boy.”
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burgycreeper405-blog · 5 months
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after almost 13 hours of doing this (with breaks obviously) I FINALLY FINISHED IT AAAAA
here's a micro4 art/s that was supposed to be for yesterday but got a bit late bcux of how long this fncking took bruvs holy sh1t
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1st drawinf is they on the hotel oj's rooftop watching the beautiful sunset
2nd is the lake's dock
and 3rd is just a walk in the forest
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brosif40 · 11 months
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Some Kingbooigi since it's been a bit since I've drawn em
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peconella27 · 3 days
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MHA | Fantasy AU |
Tarot Card No. 6: The Lovers
The witch and the vampire
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