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dragonskulls · 4 months
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done with the requests, really had fun with the httyd ones specially, thank you all!
tagging the users that requested
@aposterous @avianreptiles @sapphofinch @helsingvania @morp @crypticcrab @bi-pan-whiteout @kratt09 @lynxfrost13 @icecreamsodaaaaa
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mothsshoes · 1 year
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raeda week day 2: date night 💫
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luckygoblinnn · 4 months
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see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
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gearbroth · 1 year
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who put all these owls in my house smh
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waywardsunlight · 5 months
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littlestarbigfangs · 6 months
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"You know, I didn't realize you and I were so alike."
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emry-stars-art · 5 months
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Kevaaron and 1 for the mistletoe thingy maybe?
also I love the way you draw all the characters you have such a cozy artstyle (I never get around to complement people so I thought if I send something in even if it won’t get picked I could at least still tell you how much I love your art!)
Omg 🥹 thank you so much, cozy is all I aspire to be always
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Twinyards and pulling their SOs down for all sorts of kisses, must be genetic (the gene is Short)
Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕
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ddarker-dreams · 6 months
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I was going through your first contract hashtag and I was wondering what would happen to God Darling if they were to break their contract between them and Zhongli?
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well. certainly nothing good will come of it.
zhongli's modus operandi centers around upholding contracts more so than 'fairness.' fairness is subjective, breaching the black and white terms of a contract agreed upon by both parties is not. at least from his perspective. still, he isn't heartless, even if he's given his heart to god darling. possessing such an object is a heavy burden. fracturing beneath its weight feels inevitable. if not today, then tomorrow, or the day after that.
however! zhongli considers himself reasonable. he laid everything out plainly, without using deceptive language or any other underhanded techniques. he could've, because having his beloved quite literally chained to his side is a tantalizing idea, but the archaic lord does value his spouse's well-being. he made concessions where he didn't have to. this was back when he wasn't renowned for his benevolence either. in his earlier days, yanwang dijun possessed far more sharp edges that have been sanded down by the time he adopted the alias zhongli.
owing to this, he'd feel profoundly hurt. it wouldn't show on his face or conduct. there'd just be this somber aura as he informs his spouse that they've breached the terms of their contract, and in doing so, incurred a predetermined punishment. this would be depriving them of the outside world — and its inhabitants — that they love so dearly. zhongli would create a domain where only he can come and go as he pleases. they wouldn't want for anything or be in squalid conditions. regardless, a cage is a cage, no matter how pretty it's decorated.
how long they have to remain in there depends on a few factors, such as how long they left liyue for, if they returned of their own volition or had to be dragged back, etc. one century is the sentence they're most likely to receive.
the sands of liyue's shores feel hard and cold in their absence.
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send-me-a-puffalope · 6 months
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Being a lesbian is crazy because why did I leave the theatre after watching the FNAF movie drawing hearts around Vanessa’s face in my head and thinking that everyone was gonna love her because she was the most stand out character of the movie (to me).
and then logging on to social media and finding out no one cares about her/actively hates her 😭😭😭
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Chimney: *whispering* Act normal
Buck: *whispering* I don't think I should
Chimney: *whispering* Why the hell not?
Buck: *whispering* If you don't want them to be suspicious, then I should just be myself
Chimney: *whispering louder* That's what I said!
Buck: No you said be normal, have you met me? I am not normal. I think trying to be normal would raise some eyebrows
Chimney,staring at Buck: I want to argue with you but when you're right, you're right
*Hen and Eddie watching Chim and Buck*
Hen to Eddie: Do you reckon they know we can hear everything they're saying?
Eddie: Nope but that's my man for you. Unable to whisper, a little bit clueless and-
Hen&Eddie: Not normal
Eddie: God I love him!
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willosword · 3 months
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we know essentially nothing about velvette so far so bear with me, but i was just thinking, since she doesn't seem to have an equivalent member of the hazbin hotel to lose her mind and go all red drooly over, i'd love if the thing that makes her lose her cool is one of the boys getting hurt. like she loves seeing them make asses of themselves in public but the second actual danger pops up she gets vicious and vengeful, stalking socials, doctoring footage, taking quotes out of context, and doing everything in her power to absolutely destroy the reputation of whoever threatened them. like vox gets a little scratch on his screen from an overlord fight one day and velvette laughs in his face about it but inside she's SEETHING with rage and that night she gets no sleep obsessively and methodically crafting the perfect PR nightmare for the other party
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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She’s still here.
It’s been seven days since she showed up. Or, at least, it’s been seven days since Steve noticed her. If she died the night of his party, the way Nancy said she did, then it’s been ten days. 
He can still remember the first one. His grandfather. Steve was six when Grandpa Joe died. A freak heart attack when he was in the middle of brushing his teeth. Steve had been forced to go to a strange room filled with people wearing black who were talking in soft hushed tones and crying. 
His dad said that his Grandpa was in heaven, a far away place he could never come back from. No one listened when Steve attempted to tell them that Grandpa Joe was right there. 
Steve kept trying, explaining that his grandfather wasn’t in that box. He was sitting next to Grandma Annie, brushing his hand through her hair while she sobbed into her hands. He even waved to Steve, and he was speaking, but Steve couldn’t hear him. 
Grandpa Joe had faded at the funeral. One minute he was sitting next to Steve, trying to say something, and the next he was gone. Steve’s dad had been forced to carry him out of the church when his son had started screaming about not being able to hear. 
After that, he stopped telling people when he saw the ghosts. He acted like they didn’t even exist. 
In the end, it didn’t really matter that he could see them. They only ever lasted for a few days after dying anyway. The longest he had ever seen was five. There was no point in interacting when there was only one way things could end. Eventually the spirit burned through whatever energy was still keeping them tethered and they would fade away. 
At least, that’s what he always said to himself. 
But she’s been sitting by his pool for seven days. Maybe ten. And she didn’t show any signs of fading. She just sat there on the diving board all day and all night, staring down at the water and dragging the toe of her sneaker along the surface. 
It was like she was a skipping record, repeating the same five seconds over and over. 
Steve usually tried to ignore them, he had a rule about speaking to the ghosts. They weren’t supposed to be here anymore, and talking to them only delayed the inevitable. 
But if she was staying this long, then she needed something, and Steve felt like he owed it to Nancy to at least try and help. 
So for the first time since his grandfather, Steve approached a spirit and called their name. 
“Barb?” 
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raayllum · 6 months
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me asking myself if callum would torture someone for information if rayla or ezran's lives were on the line
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feralen8y · 9 months
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have some doodles from the past week or two. so many silly doodles....
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ellawrites-if · 2 months
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SHARED DESIRES
This short (spicy-ish in a very vague, very gender-neutral (i hope) way) story was inspired by Newmann fanart I saw of Hermann and Newt sharing a dream of them kissing. The artist is @/dad-dumpster.
As always this is unedited and vaguely proofread, so any mistakes are my own. I’m pretty sure the tense changes like 8x but whatever.
Your lips crash against theirs, knocking the breath from their lungs.
That’s not unusual, although it’s usually because of your mere presence rather than your lips.
They kiss you back with a fierce hunger, with a need to wreck you, to consume you, to make you crave them as much as they crave you.
Your hands slide up their stomach and push, and they’re powerless to do anything but fall.
They hit their bed and you’re on them. Your teeth nipping at the skin of their neck and soothing the sting with your tongue. All they can do is pant and tip their head back for you. Their hands latch onto your hips and dig in. They’ll probably leave bruises, and that thought thrills them even more.
Your lips have reached their jaw, but it’s too much and not enough all at once, and they delight in your surprised yelp as they flip you onto your back.
They immediately latch onto your neck, paying you back with a love bite that you’ll struggle to cover up.
Your hands fumble with their trousers, pushing them down just enough to gain access to what you want. Your fingers explore and they moan, their voice echoing across the space.
You laugh, triumphantly, even as your pupils swallow the colour of your pretty eyes. It drives them crazy to see how affected you are by them.
They decide to return the favour, pulling your hands away from them, so they can tug your own trousers down and lay between your thighs. The only thought in their head is that they’d die here quite happily.
Their mouth descends onto you, and your hips jerk as your snarky words are cut off by a choked out moan. A bit of information to file away for later.
They want to make you feel good. Want to taste your desire on their tongue. Want to be the one you pleasure yourself to thoughts of. Want to be the only one you turn to when the need gets too much.
They’ll ingrain themselves on your soul if they have to.
You scream, your thighs tightening around their head and your hands yanking at their hair.
They’re in heaven.
It’s the only explanation.
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Ciaran jolts awake, their heart thundering in their chest and their breathes coming out in harsh pants.
They wipe the sweat from their brow.
A dream.
The only explanation that actually makes sense.
They take a few gulps of their water from the glass they had left on night stand, and attempt to do what they always do when it comes to you.
They shove their feelings down into an abyss and pray that they never come crawling out.
Once they calm down enough to get back to sleep, they place their water back on their night stand, and flop onto their mattress. They hit their pillow a few times and force their eyes to close.
Ciaran is a master of burying their head in the sand by now. This is no different.
At least, it isn’t until the next morning when they spot you and you can’t look them in the eyes.
Ciaran raises an eyebrow at your behaviour as they sit opposite you.
“What’s up with you?” They ask, curious. “You dream about me or something?”
They don’t know why they asked you that, but your reaction makes them freeze up.
Did they send you their dream through the connection between your minds? Did you send them yours?
Or…did you share the dream? Your subconscious coming together with theirs in a mess of both of your desires.
They shake the thought away.
Breakfast, surrounded by some of the sharpest minds in the world, was not the place to be thinking about such things.
“Idiot, just eat your breakfast and stop being weird.”
That snaps you out of it.
Good.
Your nonsense should hopefully be able to stop them from launching over the table and kissing you senseless in front of everyone.
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merakiui · 10 months
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step-brother riddle with a camgirl step-sister……. (and also the two of you hate each other! :) this is a crucial detail.)
you often stream when your parents and riddle are out of the house. sometimes riddle’s gone off to the library to study or he’s meeting up with trey and che’nya while your parents go out to a social gathering. the times in which you have the house to yourself are few and far between, as mama rosehearts hardly lets you do anything unless you give her specific details of where you intend to go and how long you’ll be there and what you’ll be doing. so when you are afforded alone time, you dedicate it to hours-long streams.
for the time being, you’ve made a decent amount of money posting lewd photos to your account, but it’s the streams that bring in the most money. your viewers are from all over. from the guy (floyd) who pays absurd amounts of donations and says the most vulgar things in your chat, starting fights when anyone says something he disagrees with, to the guy who types in all lowercase and gamer lingo (idia), you have your fair share of regulars, all of whom tune in for your rare streams.
no one’s found out about your secret side hobby yet. no one…except riddle. he comes home early from his outing with trey and che’nya, always determined to be back before his mother returns home so that it can appear as if he merely went to the library, studied, and returned home in time for dinner. and normally you’re able to plan around riddle’s annoyingly perfect schedules. this time, however, you fail to remember he mentioned he’d be going out with friends rather than studying; and somehow you fail to hear the door opening and closing downstairs while you’re up in your room, riding a monster dildo (a gift from a very generous viewer) in front of your webcam.
you and riddle have never gotten along. even when your parents married, the two of you tried (and failed) to tolerate one another and it didn’t work. so now you avoid each other when you can, opting to be cordial for courtesy’s sake if you happen to cross paths at home. so when riddle goes up to your room to deliver some macarons trey insisted he take home for you (trey’s too nice, riddle thinks; if it were up to him you wouldn’t get any sweets. >:p), he expects you to be reading a magazine or painting your nails or talking on the phone…whatever girls like you do, he doesn’t know! what he doesn’t expect is to walk in on you cumming around a big, thick dildo while you’re dressed in such inappropriate attire!! and what’s worse is that you’re broadcasting it to strangers online! have you no shame?!
that day riddle learns his step-sister has a very…unique hobby. it’s also the day he starts looking at you from a new angle. :) and it’s also the day his nrc peers who watch you learn riddle has a cute step-sister. >:)
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