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sillyahhchana · 9 months
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first set of fnaf ruin fanart guys we are back
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onetoomanyyy · 3 months
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hello splatbands enjoyers
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Anyways someone has definitely made this before but idc it’s funny. You wouldn’t expect there to be so much BEEF between the fictional Splatoon bands
anyways expect more splatbands content in the future bc I liek them
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artofrhues · 2 years
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Initial rough vs final versions of a couple pages from my Shattering comic
Please heed the content/trigger warnings below 
CW/TW domestic abuse, spousal abuse, emotional abuse, aftermath of  physical abuse, strong language
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crow-posting · 6 months
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⚠️ CW // rant ⚠️
I am so angry, bitter, frustrated and devastated by the layoffs at Bungie. Amazing community managers, artists, devs, even Michael Salvatori were cut from the team and all the CEO can say is, "These are truly talented people. If you have openings, I would highly recommend each and every one of them."
No. Fuck that.
How dare Sony/Bungie pull a stunt like this. 1.2 billion dollars of the Sony buyout was allocated for employee retention, Bungie representatives had an entire panel at GuardianCon about how they were "reconnecting with their players," and now they do THIS!? Not only am I heartbroken and grieving for those who suddenly lost their jobs (dream job for most), I also feel lied to and unsupported as a player. These people are part of the Destiny community, they are us and this is how they're treated?? This is how the Destiny saga ends???
I don't know where to go from here. I have no idea if I can even play Destiny anymore. On one hand, I don't want to give up my Guardian, and I'll least play Final Shape to see how that part of the story ends. On the other hand, this move is so disrespectful that I cancelled my Final Shape collector's edition and am planning on donating to any devs' GoFundMe if they set one up. I also stopped gilding my in-game titles [for now], bc I can't justify spending extra energy on a game that apparently can't even care about its most passionate players - its devs.
I know this is a drop in the bucket compared to everything else going on in the world right now, but I am so, so heartbroken by the events that transpired in the past few hours. I feel like I'm in the middle of my favorite book and being told that the author has changed. I feel like I'm back at my old job, watching good people leave with barely any time to say goodbye. It feels like the end of a story and the death of a community and I can't imagine how those who were/could be affected must feel. At the beginning of the holiday season, no less.
I wish this was all a bad dream. 💔
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Just for the record, I'm keeping this blog up and will still interact with Destiny-related stuff, I just don't know how much I'll play the actual game going forward. Also if you find a former dev that needs support, please let me know and I'll give money when I can or share when I can't. It's the least I can do as thanks for their work.
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aggressivedaikons · 1 year
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kirkshouseplant · 2 years
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ash-1s-wr1t1ng · 4 days
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<3 Brotherly Love <3
In which two brothers that have not seen each other in a long time reunite (in a less-than-positive way).
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Characters used/mentioned: Tobiany and Radnar Ramirez (OCs), Irene Ramirez (OC (how many times have i renamed this woman because i forgot her name? who knows.))
Author’s note: All banner images found on Pinterest under the search of simply just “purple aesthetic”. I didn’t really have much to write here. Just had a couple sentences I wanted to write down and that was it. Continuations welcome and encouraged!
standard content warnings apply. blah blah. you get the deal.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
“It’s been a long, long time since we’ve seen each other, dear brother.” The last phrase was spat from the hellborn’s lips, more like a mocking, foul insult than anything.
Tobiany turned on his heels at the voice, and sneered. Because of course, what else could make his day worse than a visit from a man he was well and truly sure he’d exiled. “How the fuck did you get in here?” He growled out, fists clenching at his sides.
Radnar laughed, a dry, joyless laugh, the noise sending a chill down Tobiany’s spine and just making him angrier simultaneously. “The patrols you have up on your walls are pathetic, that’s how.”
He then added; “By the way, black granite? For a castle? Come on, you egotistical maniac. Nothing quite screams insecure like black granite, let alone on such a scale.”
Tobiany felt his eye twitch. He could’ve sworn he’d burst a blood vessel if this man kept talking. “If all you’ve come here for is to insult me, Radnar, then I suggest you leave m-“
Radnar promptly cut him off. “Ordering me around just like old times, huh? Or at least, trying to.” He remarked, beginning to circle him.
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” Tobiany gritted out, eyes following Radnar’s every move, but his body didn’t follow. He knew if he moved, chances are, he’d lash out.
“You’ve always liked to make yourself feel powerful, dear brother. It’s probably the main reason why father chose you for the throne over me. Because you’re just like him.”
“I’m nothing like our father-“
“Oh but you’re exactly like our father. A carbon copy.” Radnar retorted, staring his brother down now that he stood in front of him.
“I’M NOTHING LIKE OUR FATHER!” Tobiany’s voice bounced off the walls of the throne room, loud and commanding.
Radnar, however, just slowly grinned. “…That’s exactly something our father would do, is it not?”
Tobiany froze. There was so many emotions swirling inside of him. Rage, fear, sadness, among other things he couldn’t quite put names to. Unable to manage a response, he went silent.
“Anywho” Radnar said, breaking the silence that had stretched over several minutes. “I heard your wife’s gone core void-“
“Shut your fucking mouth, Radnar.”
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dollybeagle · 5 months
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God fucking damn it I hate my mother so much. The problem is, i dont even know if my hatred is even justified anymore. the one moment she'll be nice to me, and the other she will be hitting me, or even guilt trip me for having human NEEDS, needs that i need help to fulflil because im still a minor, a kid she brought into the world. It'll always be "you should be glad im doing this for you!". I don't know what to do anymore. i just wanna leave this fucking house
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hacked-by-jake · 2 years
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So if we’re being honest, we’re actually the reason Jessy’s not going on the date with Dan. Because we’re asking her if we can talk... xD
We're "cock-blocking" Dan. 😂
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unknownzapy · 2 years
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I swear to fucking god, if I see another 18+ blog with a real human behind them giving me another notification about whatever, I’m going to lose my shit 🤦🏽‍♀️
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makiruz · 1 year
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Like "tw sa"? what the hell is that? This isn't TikTok, you can talk like an adult and say "tw rape", "tw sexual assault", "tw sexual harassment". You can name the fucking problem here, you don't have to say "X was SA'd" you can say they were sexually abused
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uglygirlheaven · 2 years
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Not to sound catholic but why are ask game on this webbed site so unhinged like
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aggressivedaikons · 1 year
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This is a work of art, and everyone must see it.
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sevens-dumb-stuff · 7 months
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the new detective pikachu game is wild
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captiandirtnap · 11 months
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so how we feelin
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lindtluirae · 9 months
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SunaOsa 🔞 | Primal Urges | rated E
The way Suna wants Osamu is feral.
It’s visceral, dirty. It’s not enough to fuck his cock into all of Osamu’s holes, he wants to devour him, to bury his face between his asscheeks, to lick and suck at it, to taste his musk as his tongue thrusts into him; as his fingers join to spread him open; as his other hand greedily jerks him.
He can’t seem to get enough, to taste enough, to wreck him enough.
Sometimes Suna buries his face in Osamu’s crotch just to feel his heavy cock on his face, to nuzzle it, to get drunk on the hot smell saturating Osamu’s briefs.
It’s not enough to pull and claw and bite into his pretty skin, to suck his delicate pink nipples raw. It’s not enough to fuck his mouth until Osamu gags, anticipating and needing to see the way his eyes water and overflow, the way he surrenders with a fucked out expression and just allows Suna to use him.
Nothing feels as satisfying as painting his face with Suna’s cum, or making Osamu lick it off Suna’s cock and swallow all of it. Nothing makes him burn more than using his fingers to push it back into Osamu’s burning body, to plug him up, to send him to work with his ass full of Suna’s seed, only to wait for Osamu to return to fuck another load into him.
If Osamu had a womb, Suna would have fucked a baby into him by now.
He sears his handprints into his ass, and pulls at his hair until Osamu’s eyes roll back—and the best part? The best part is how much Osamu needs it, how he begs for it.
The way he craves being railed to within an inch of his life like a cockslut who can’t get enough.
“Look at you,” Suna growls as Osamu shakes with the vibrations rocketing through him. His thighs are spread obscenely wide as he balances precariously on his trembling knees.
He strains to keep himself upright, the red rope standing out starkly over his lightly tanned skin, framing his tits so prettily.
Suna’s camera captures all of it on video; Osamu’s desperate, hot huffs of air. His trembling torso, his eyes lowered as he submits to his pleasure and gyrates his hips shamelessly.
He makes the sweetest noises; grunting as his hips jerk forward in an obscene imitation of fucking into a wet hole.
Yes, Suna thinks hazily. There it is. That hungry look. Osamu is right where he wants him.
Suna has filmed Osamu his entire life, yet, never like this.
His eyes stray to Osamu crotch again, to the way his cock threatens to spill out of the gaping waist of his unzipped pants. Suna holds his breath in anticipation as it kicks and and jolts.
“Does it feel good baby?” Suna’s voice is rough and low with arousal; it makes Osamu growl needly in his chest, his head falling back as a shudder works its way down his spine. “Just look at you… looking like a gift wrapped up so prettily for me.”
The blush in Osamu’s cheeks now burns in his ears, the sweetest of reds.
“Rin…” Osamu squeezes his eyes shut. He looks gone, his eyes already hazy and unfocused.
“You must be feeling so good,” Suna’s voice hitches, helplessly palming himself through his shorts. “Does it turn you on… knowing what I’m going to do with this?”
“Nghhh,” Osamu strains, panting.
Suna looms over him, using his fingers to part Osamu’s lips, to stroke them against his slick tongue. Osamu is so gone that all he can manage is to lick lazily between Suna’s finger, tasting his fingertips.
He’s sideblinded by how much he wants.
He withdraws his fingers, tipping Osamu’s chin up. He barely cares for the camera angle as he gives in to a rare, depraved urge, swiping his thumb over Osamu’s slick lips as he spits in his mouth.
Osamu moans, low and throaty, as Suna’s fingers slide in again to spread his taste over Osamu’s tastebuds. “Mine,” he growls lowly, before searing his lips on Osamu’s slack, gaping mouth.
He kisses him so deeply that he loses track of where either of them begins and ends. There’s only the primal need to devour, to take, take and take.
Osamu’s body and pleasure, and noises, are his.
It burns so wildly in his loins that he can no longer contain himself.
Suna withdraws his fingers again, this time to fumble with the waist of his shorts.
Osamu makes a raw noise, moving closer to sink his teeth in the fabric and yank it down.
It scalds, to want this much.
“Fuck,” he hisses, tangling his fingers in Osamu’s hair. “You want it that badly, baby?”
He lets Osamu slide his mouth over his clothed shaft, leaving damp spots behind as he emits hungry noises that set Suna aflame.
It’s dangerous, he thinks hazily, the way they desire each other.
Because the next thing he knows, he’s yanking his shorts down to push Osamu’s head against his crotch, and Osamu is swallowing him with hunger, taking all of him until his nose presses into Suna’s pelvis.
“Fuck,” Suna growls again, snapping his hips.
Osamu chokes, but doesn’t stop Suna.
He slackens his jaw, relaxing his throat, and looks up at Suna with such a raw, desperate expression that it punches the air out of him. “Shit, you want it so badly,” Suna rasps shakily, overcome by the needy look in Osamu’s eyes, and starts thrusting his hips.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick…
Suna can’t breathe, watching the way tears drip down Osamu’s cheeks in the preview of his camera.
He draws back with a slick gasp to give Osamu a moment to suck in a breath, only to push Osamu’s head into his crotch again and hold it there.
Osamu gags, his throat constricting around Suna until Suna lets him go to see the way he’s rendered him into a mess. Osamu’s chin is slick, drool coating Suna’s cock to the hilt.
Shit, he can’t get enough. He buries himself down Osamu’s throat again, thrusting hard, drinking in the sight of Osamu’s steel grey eyes clouded over by the haze of arousal and tears.
He looks as gone as Suna feels, muffling moans in Suna’s crotch, gyrating his hips with desperation.
With a start, Suna realises Osamu is coming.
He draws back to watch it happen, Osamu throwing his head back and wailing. It’s the most beautiful thing Suna has ever seen.
Shaking, he throws his camera aside to sink to his knees and yank Osamu’s pants off. In the next second, he has Osamu in his mouth, prolonging his high as he cleans him up.
It’s too much, it’s too much.
Feeling half crazed, he hauls Osamu around, pushing his face into the plush carpet as he yanks his pants beneath his ass, and plucks out the vibrator to toss aside.
Suna holds his hips, parts his cheeks, and buries his tongue between them.
Osamu’s entire body jerks, gasping out a moan as Suna fucks his tongue into him until both he and Osamu are shaking.
He’s hanging onto the edge with his fingernails when he draws back to grab his abandoned camera. He lines the tip with Osamu’s puckered hole, jerking himself in short, desperate strokes.
Suna’s head falls back with a throaty groan as he spills inside Osamu, and listens to him muffle his moans into the carpet.
It’s dangerous, he thinks again, the way Osamu makes him feral.
But Suna knows that he, just as much, brings out a side of Osamu that’s just as desperate to take apart every piece of Suna.
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