#crescent funny pets

[apple-cores]

FUNNY !! PETS !!! those freaks

#funny pets #funny pets anime #crescent funny pets #corona funny pets #corona #crescent #ryuji masuda #hobonichi #the popee the preformer jabroni mike stream im praying for will be legendary

[amethysts-angel214]

Outfits I made for Crescent and Stain

Happy birthday to me and Funny

#mr stain on junk alley #mr stain #ガラクタ 通 り の ステイン #garakuta doori no stain #popee x crescent #crescent funny pets #crescent #ptp popee #popee the ぱフォーマー #popee the performer #popee #popee the clown #masudaverse #wakako masuda #ryuji masuda #増田龍治 #増田若子 #ガラクタ通りの ステイン #ファニーペッツ #ポピーザぱフォーマー #valentines day #birthday #valentines outfit

[magpielark]

Does this make sense

(The quality is awful dw abt that)

#popee the performer #popee paraphone #kedamono popee the performer #papi popee #wahoo #mr stain on junk alley #I haven’t watched that fully that’s why only stain and Palvan are there #crescent funny pets #funny pets #Oh! Jesus! #im so good at tagging #boron #tht works #nora kismet #chinchikurin #feel free to correct me on this if you think maybe a character is more kicked puppy than wet cat #btw

[no-context-masudaverse]

Funny Pets (Funny Pets Plus: Poetic and Lunatic) (2006)

#out of context #no context #増田若子 #増田龍治 #私の可愛さを思い知れ #no context masudaverse #out of context masudaverse #masudaverse #ryuji masuda #wakako masuda #funny pets anime #funny pets poetic and lunatic #crescent funny pets #funny pets (anime) #funnypetsanime #funny pets show #funnypets #funny pets #funnypetspoeticandlunatic #crescent

[pcktknife]

changing clawdeens pet from a cat to a dog was racially motivated

#why we always gotta have dogs hm 🤨? #slash jay #i do miss crescent tho i wouldve liked to see him in g3s cutesy pet style #ive been thinking abt getting clawdeen and restyling her cause it makes me mad that i have dracs g3 and original #and clawdeens original and skullector but not her g3 to go w drac #im sad abt not have dracs skullector too but thats never happenin okay #also i have frankie so all im missing is her #anyways #draculauras is the only pet i think that hasnt really changed which is so fucking funny knowing that count fabulous is just a old ass dude #everyone got new or different little guys and drac still got this dusty ass man chillin w her #kae.txt

[baybaylovesrandomness]

Cropee Appreciation thing I did lol

Again, me and @amethysts-angel214 came up with the ship XD

#Cropee #Popee x Crescent #popeexcrescent #popee the performer #funny pets #crackship #although we got them married #we still call it a crack ship #and we love it

[axepng]

I fucked up big time on the anatomy

But anyway have some Funny Pets fanart

Screenshot redraw

The screenshots

[Edit: Wow this looks like shit!]

#art #traditional art #fanart #axedraws #popee the performer #funny pets #funny pets corona #crescent #funny pets crescent

[ragzpizzle]

Here is a Picture of my Sona, Jewel Mazagoni, giving Crescent and Corona from Funny Pets Presents! Suggested by Totofer77. This one took me a while to finish, and I really love how it turned out. Corona is supposed to be surprised about the presents, while Crescent is crying, which makes Corona look at the Moon. What do you guys think?

No Text:

#Jewel #shark #crescent #Corona #sun #moon #funny pets #fanart #Christmas #Christmas 2022 #comic panel #sona

[onismdaydream]

sweet like candy (ft. satoru gojo)

tags: mdni. 18+. afab reader. slight sub gojo. handjob. slight bondage (restricted wrists). pet names. makeshift gag (underwear). reader is kinda mean. not proofread.

notes: happy valentine's day?? idk this was a dumb thought that got longer than i expected! i also didnt feel like going through and editing lol hope you like it anyways :3 reblogs/comments are very much appreciated!

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it's funny, really, how quickly satoru gojo folds underneath you.

he loves to be an asshole, thrives on the attention it gets him. he's never been one to keep his mouth shut and everyone knows it. so sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands.

he doesn't mind, not one bit, when you make him sit on a chair and bind his wrists behind the back. it's not the best knot but it'll suffice — especially if he knows what's good for him. there's that smug little smirk that often makes its home on satoru's pretty face.

"what's this, angel? do i get a prize?" still so cocky... you'll have to fix that. your hands gently slide up his abdomen, starting from his firm stomach and resting at his pecs. his shirt rises with the movement and you can feel the way his body tenses slightly as his breath hitches. if it was anyone else, they might not have noticed it, but you did. despite the way he parades around, he's all bark and no bite. he crumbles as soon as you so much as lay a finger on him.

you hum softly, a dismissive sound. "something like that." sliding his shirt the rest on the way up so it sits above his collarbone, your fingers graze over his sensitive nipples, already beginning to harden from the cool air and your touch.

"should've stripped me first," satoru breathes out a chuckle. "gonna be hard to do when i'm tied up."

you don't respond, instead you keep your gaze on his exposed skin. there's faint red scratches that contrast nicely with his pale complexion — a reminder of the previous night. your nails had dug into his chest as you rode him, little crescent moons that morphed into long and narrow wounds when satoru desperately bucked his hips further into you.

"c'mon, baby," the white haired sorcerer looks up at you with that ridiculously pretty smile, something akin to mischief sparkling in his equally ridiculously pretty eyes. "don't make me wait."

you flatten your hands on his chest, squeezing the firm muscles of his pecs. if gojo was watching your expression, he might've kept his mouth shut.

"like what you see?"

"i'd like it better if it was quieter," you retort, your gaze flicking up and catching his own. satoru's face falters for a moment — his eyes widening and smile dropping — from the unexpected words, but he quickly recovers. he loved playing this game as much as you did.

"aw, don't be like that. you know you love me." that shit-eating grin makes its way to his lips, his perfect teeth catching the low light of the room.

one of your hands reaches down, palming at the bulge in his sweatpants, the other one resting on his waist. he was half hard already. though satoru's pretty much always hard at a moment's notice when it came to you. a low and quiet groan leaves the back of his throat, your palm putting much appreciated pressure on him. "mm, i suppose i do."

even with the layer of fabric in between his cock and your hand, you could feel it kick and throb as you touched him, soft noises of pleasuring slipping past his lips.

"yeahhh," satoru sighs, his head falling back as you pull him out and finally get your hands on him. "just like that, baby."

you knew satoru like no other, knew him like the back of your own hand. he didn't have to guide you on what to do because you were already doing it. drooling on his cock and mixing your saliva with his precum for makeshift lube to make the glide of your fist even better, stroking him nice and slow, using just the right amount of pressure so that it teeters on painful — you picked these things up naturally as you spent more and more time with gojo.

but that meant that he was constantly babbling, too. equal amounts of praise and curses, satoru could never shut his mouth.

"fuuuck, angel, no one's as good as you. always feels so fuckin' good." his hips buck up when your thumb teases over his slit, smearing more of his pearly precum around his sensitive tip.

he's vaguely aware of when you slip your other hand underneath your skirt, but he's too caught up in the feeling of your hot tongue licking up the underside of his shaft, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. "shit, baby."

too caught up to realize that you're not touching yourself, instead, you're sliding off your underwear. and the next time he opens his mouth, you take the opportunity to shove them on his tongue. gojo's eyes shoot open, piercing blue focusing on your smirking face.

"you talk too much," you say simply, pushing the soft panties further in his mouth, making him gag, the sound muffled. not giving him time to adjust, your pace on his cock picks up, your strokes becoming tougher and sloppier.

satoru whines around the fabric, his own drool pooling at the corners of his lips as he's forced to taste and smell you. it's intoxicating, really. he should feel dirty and gross as your used panties sit on top of his tongue, but he doesn't. it's almost as if his head is buried in your cunt, the sweet and distinct arousal that is undeniably you suffocating his senses. not quite as strong and certainly not as good as actually having his head between your thighs, but almost.

he can feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, your lips around his tip and hands on his shaft working him closer and closer to the edge, until he finally falls.

you pull away from his cock, letting the ropes of cum hit against his flexing stomach, mixing with the faint trail of white hair. his cock kicks as you work him through his orgasm, a stifled cry emanating from the sorcerer.

your panties are absolutely and thoroughly soaked when you remove them from satoru's mouth. he opens and closes his jaw a few times, stretching it out and regaining feeling in the area.

"could'a told me to stop talking," he grumbles, though his lips quirk up just the slightest amount. he's not ready to admit it — yet, at least — but he enjoyed that a lot more than he thought.

you laugh softly, a stark contrast to how you were just mere moments ago. "where's the fun in that, toru?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #perce.doc #.jjkai

[aprilthearcher]

roman roy x reader [blurb]

wordcount: 809

warnings: cuss words, english is not my first language and this is not edited; also, not my pictures. first time writing after a long time and first time writing roman as well, so perhaps he’s a little ooc ? i’m also a huge taylor swift fan and this was written based on “welcome to new york”

The sun was setting down the horizon, painting the sky different shades of blue, orange, and some specs of pink, when the private jet landed from its journey all the way from London to the outskirts of New York City. The stars were going to appear soon; one could see the shining waning crescent moon up there.

There was a company car already waiting for her, which she would’ve thought had been sent by her dad were it not for the man leaning funny against the back door while looking down at his phone. She recognised him too well for her own good even after a couple of years without seeing each other. How could she not when she had spent her whole childhood running around his house, getting yelled at by Logan for making a mess, chastised by her father for making her godfather mad; having sleepovers with his sister that turned out to be sleepovers with him, sharing summer vacations by the side of the pool until Kendall and Connor taught her how to swim. 

The click of her high heels walking down the stairs of the jet seemed to have alerted him of her presence. His eyes went quickly up and down her figure, finally setting on her face. She looked exactly the same yet entirely different at the same time. 

“If it isn't (Y/N) Vernon in the flesh, ladies and gents,” he screamed, bringing both of his arms to his chest and doing some sort of imitation of a reverence. “Did you take the Queen’s place up there in little England? Took control of Buckingham Palace?”

“I was about to, actually”, she said with a small smile on her face and shiny, bright eyes she would never admit were for seeing him after so long, “but then I saw the mess you’ve all gotten yourself into”.

“Look at you, miss ‘I-sound-all-poshy’, you got an accent”.

“No, I don’t,” (Y/N) protested, scrunching up her face.

“Oh, you so totally do”.

“Shut up, Roman,” finally acknowledging him.

“It’s not my fault you sold yourself to the fucking brits, darling,” he said, replicating a butchered british accent of the pet name, while she started walking towards the other side of the vehicle where the chauffeur held the door open for her.

Once they were both inside the car, on their way to Logan’s apartment — her father had told her they would be waiting for her there for some “welcome home” lame party —, (Y/N) took off her heels, then let her head fall against the window to look at the city she had left more than half a decade ago.

When they started to approach the city centre, the sky had turned a deep tone of blue, stars barely visible because of the light pollution now. Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy the moment she heard him speak.

“You know, you should probably sleep a little before you encounter the sharks again after so long”. The sentence was whispered, almost as if he were afraid she’d already fallen asleep. 

“I’m gonna miss the view.” 

Roman snorted at her comment, “What view are you talking about? Tall buildings and, and fucking blinding lights?”

“Maybe I missed the blinding lights.”

“Oh yeah and fucking traffic too.”

“There’s traffic in London too, you know”.

“Of course I know that, you idiot, there’s also fucking blinding lights everywhere in London too, don’t you know that?”

(Y/N) turned her head to face him. She smiled, the expression on her face full of tiredness from the trip. Roman noticed it right away.

“Get some sleep, you baby,” he insisted. “New York is not gonna disappear just because you rest for two fucking minutes”.

The car ride fell silent then. It was nice. It was home. It was undisturbed peace, one they both knew wouldn’t last long; they’d soon be sucked back into the unfiltered chaos it was Waystar and its twisted insides. 

Just before she could fall asleep, (Y/N) managed to croak a question. “Doesn’t it drive you crazy?”.

“What? My family? Yeah, they fucking do”.

She shook her head softly. “Not your family, silly, the city. New York”. (Y/N) looked at him with hooded eyes, Roman had his eyebrows drawn together. 

“Yeah, I - I guess. But now,” he answered with his eyes set on hers only, “now I wouldn’t change anything.”

“Me neither.” She managed to reply with a content smile through the sleepiness. 

“Stop fighting the sleep or you’re gonna keep asking random questions, you weirdo.”

When she didn’t answer, he knew she’d finally taken his advice. Shrugging off his dark, woolen coat, Roman placed it on top of her upper body in an attempt to keep her from getting too cold, perhaps even to protect her against the crumbling ruins of the world outside. 

#roman roy x reader #succession #roman roy x you #reader insert #fluff #succession x reader #roman roy #roy family

[oneeyedoctogod]

For this WIP Wednesday, we're back to my other main WIP, the fairy tale huli jing!wwx!

Have a little funny moment between Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and a fierce donkey:

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In the middle of the night, Lan Wangji woke to the sound of a donkey’s braying and some muffled curses. A-Yu kept on snoring next to him, blissfully unaware. As silently as he could, he got up, clutching his sword. As he approached, he heard frantic whispers from a familiar voice:

“Come on, come on, hush silly donkey! I’m sorry I don’t have any apples left! Hey, hey don’t bite me! Ow, don’t bite my arms, what are you a dog?!” “Who is there?” Lan Wangji asked, relaxing despite himself.

Silence answered him at first, until the voice started chuckling.

“Hahaha… Sorry Lan Zhan, did I wake you?”

Hidden by the darkness, barely lit up by the light of the crescent moon, Wei Ying stood with an embarrassed smile, the sleeve of his robe wet from being chewed on by a frustrated donkey. Lan Wangji tried not to let himself be distracted by the sight and refrained a smile.

“That’s quite the fierce night guard you got here. I avoided all your traps so I could better surprise you and then there she was! Preventing me to pass without a hefty bribe," Wei Ying said, his eyes twinkling in delight as he attempted to pet the donkey’s head only to barely escape her snapping teeth. “Hey! Stop trying to bite me! I told you I don’t have anymore apples for you! What a spoiled little lady you are!”

#MDZS #Wangxian #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Little Apple #My writing #WIP Wednesday #certain as the sun wip

[amethysts-angel214]

Funny Pets Wallpapers

There was 6 of them but I couldn't find the 6th one unfortunately, but I did find these two, apparently

#funny pets anime #crescent funny pets #funny pets (anime) #corona funny pets #funny pets show #funnypets #funny pets #funnypetsanime #funnypetspoeticandlunatic #funny pets poetic and lunatic #ファニーペッツ #masudaverse #masudamedia #wakako masuda #ryuji masuda #増田龍治 #増田若子 #wallpaper

[magpielark]

Found some weird looking dogs should I keep them or no

#digital art #my art #fanart #crescent funny pets #funny pets show #corona funny pets

[no-context-masudaverse]

Funny Pets (Funny Pets Plus: Poetic and Lunatic) (2006)

#out of context #no context #増田若子 #増田龍治 #私の可愛さを思い知れ #ファニーペッツ #no context masudaverse #out of context masudaverse #masudaverse #wakako masuda #ryuji masuda #funnypetsanime #crescent funny pets #funny pets (anime) #funny pets show #funny pets anime #funny pets #funny pets poetic and lunatic #funnypets #funnypetspoeticandlunatic

[candy-jam]

The Funny Pets website!! I would put a button instead, but I don't think I can recover it. Sucks!! (.>H<)

I found some few interesting notes from it and the Funny Pets production blog contained there.

Funny's house is near the ruins of an amusement park owned by her grandfather. When it became difficult to maintain, Funny's grandpa handed the park over to state management. - main site

"The delicate relationship between Crescent and King Kong..." I don't know what that means. - blog site

Cutie Crescent!

#funny pets anime #ryuji masuda

[hotluncheddie]

yoohooo~ guess who got fired!! but thinking of Scoops!Steve having already put on some weight is on his last straw with his boss worried he's gonna get fired so tries bumping up sales for new flavors. So when a party of 5 comes in an hour before close to the parlor and orders two of the Jumbo-Sundaes 🍨 Steve makes sure to hook them up and maybe work a little overtime. What he doesn't know is that they stole the tip jar while he was in the back and left. Steve, already in deep shit and having already finished the closing tasks, knows he can't just dump the ice cream so not wanting to lose his job has to stomach two sundaes in his already tight sailors outfit 😈

u got fired??? oh no!!!!

but that making u message me this is actually so funny anon omg

and I’m 👹👹👹 rn over it

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Thankfully Robin had already left with her share and he’d used some to get lunch that day so it wasn’t his whole tip that was gone, and he won’t have to pay for the sundays they ordered as long as he makes record of what happened.

But it still sucks, it’s still exactly what he doesn’t need right now. With his boss breathing down his neck and always making comments about sales figures. Like Steve actually cares, in any way, at all.

It’s no use throwing the icecream out. But Steve needs to get out of here, he’s so sick of this place.

So he mixed the sundays together with an extra banana and some chocolate sauce, throws some brownie chunks in there for good measure.

It’s one of the best shakes he’s made. Thick and creamy and so sweet it takes his breath away.

He chugs what won’t fit in their largest cups, enjoying the now comfortable feeling of a cold snack filling up the space in his stomach between his food court lunch and everything he can find dinner.

He walks out slow to his car, the shitty day making him drag his feet, condensation dripping down his hand. It’s a nice night at least, the stars just coming out and the breeze cool and refreshing.

He doesn’t notice the van parked a few spaces down, too lost in his head and the feeling of ice cream in his mouth.

Doesn’t think twice as he does what has become habit for him now.

Putting the cup on the beamers roof he does his usual after work ritual, (which is now becoming his getting in the car ritual and soon to be during his breaks ritual) which is - undoing the too tight button of his shorts.

He’s started letting his belly push the zipper apart for him. Shivering at the sensation. Finally able to breathe properly. Enjoying the cool breeze on his stretched skin.

He sucks down more sweetness through the straw, prodding absently at the now free squish of his belly and he sucks harder, feeling that the sailor top just won’t cover it fully anymore. Leaves a pale crescent on display if his short are undone.

Oh well. The girls he talks to don’t like him anyway, but he likes the ice cream. So it’s worth it, he’s not really missing out on anything, only gaining.

Literally.

He still doesn’t notice the van across from him. Or the big brown eyes peaking out from the window.

Eddie munson biting his palm to keep quiet as he watches Steve Harrington in all his newly chubby glory, petting pale skin and tracing pink stretch marks and smacking pretty pink lips that glisten with sweetness. Eddie aches to trace those lines with his tongue, help Steve through his treat and get him something else before he can even bat an eye.

Eddies always been weak kneed for The King, always noticing his honey soft insides hidden behind his mask of highschool. And now that softness is on the outside, in the cherub pink flush of his rounder cheeks.

He’s so cute Eddie is going to die, actually, and seeing Steve get any rounder before Eddie gets his hands on him is going to be the main cause.

Finally Steve gets into his car, Eddie watching as he moves a little awkwardly around his new bulk, pulling the seatbelt across his softer chest. Steve turns the key, engine spluttering. He tries again, engine almost turning over but it abruptly dies.

Eddie watches Steve rest his forehead against the steering wheel, banging his pretty head against it and eddie can feel the other boys sigh in his bones. Steve reaching, again, for his milkshake.

…Eddie knows cars. Eddie could fix that. Eddie can help.

He gets out of his van on shaky legs, making sure his wayward dick is secure in his waistband. Walks over to Steve’s door and knocks on the window. Steve jumps, lips unlatching from his straw. Eyes wide and shirt sitting just above his navel.

Eddie smiles at him…

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Wg Tag list: @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor

#😈😈😈 #obsessed with them #ty for making me write scoops Steve #my love #hotlunch #steddie #ask #chubby steve harrington #steddie wg