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eddiesxangel · 7 months

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I’m in a silly goofy mood. Here is a teaser from my fic Wildflower 18+ only

“You want to be a good girl for me, don't you?” The back of Eddie’s hand gently stroked your cheek as he looked down at you. You could see the hunger in his eyes as you looked up at him. He wants this just as much as you do, maybe even more. “Answer me, Angel.” he tilted your chin up towards him. “Yes,” you answer. “Yes, what?” His tone was firm, and it made your pussy tingle. “Yes…Sir?” You tested the waters.

“Pretty and smart.” he bends down and brings your face up to meet him halfway to kiss you; you can’t help but moan into his mouth. “Tell me you want this as much as I do; I need to know.” His chest heaved up and down with anticipation. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you in the moment,” you admit. He lets go of your face, and you sink back to your kneeling position. “Let’s see if you were all talk earlier, hmm? I’m going to put that mouth to good use.” He unbuttons and unzips his pants tantalizingly slow. You raise to your knees and pull his pants out of the way, and he lets you this time.

“You want to be my good girl, don't you?” He stroked your cheek and bit your lip. “Yes, that’s all I want.” You lean into his touch.

“Then show me, Angel” Eddie takes his throbbing cock out of his briefs, and your eyes go wide at the sight of him. What first caught your attention was that he is pierced. The silver ball sticking out of the tip was the first thing that caught your eye, not the fact that he was big, long, thick and veiny. The red tip leaking pre cum, just begging for attention. Intimidating was one way to put it. You hadn’t been with anyone in a few years. A hesitant hand gently grips his thick shaft; your hand looks tiny compared to his size, “Don’t be scared, little one. I won’t hurt you.” He looks down at you, stroking your cheek.

You tentatively kiss the tip with your glossy, red lips. Your lips catch the silver ball, and you twirl it around on your tongue. Eddie, let’s put a moan of pleasure, and it entices you to keep going. You swirl your tongue over the tip even more, taking in the metallic, briny, salty taste that was wholly Eddie. You bob your head lower to take in more of him, enjoying the weight of him on your tongue. You can feel the vein under his shaft brush against your wet lip as you slowly drag your head back. Eddie places a hand on the back of your head, and you look up at him. His eyes were glazed over with lust. Eddie could not believe he was here with you right now. “Fucking hell, Princess, you’re taking me so well.” Eddie praised. Your siren eyes looked up at him as your plump red lips swallowed him even further.

How he looks down at you makes you want to do so well for him, to be his good girl. You take him as far as your throat will let you. You breathe through it, using your hand to grip the rest of the exposed shaft. Your hand and head moved in tandem; it was messy and hot. Your smudged lipstick rubbed off on him, only making the tip look more angry.

“I need you. Bed. Now

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elviszombra150 · 1 year

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Something very random.

#ultraman #ウルトラマン #ultraman zero #ウルトラマンゼロ #ultrama z #ウルトラマンゼット #ultraman mebius #ウルトラマンメビウス #idk #exdi #funny #ElvisZombra #digital art #fanart #my art #doodle #art #change my mind

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stardancerluv · 2 years

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Blossoming of a Shy Violet

Part 11

Summary: You discover more of yourself intimately with Eddie.

Note/Warning: DNI unless 18+

Underage drinking (Do Not Do This) As the chapter goes on showing Eddie & Reader getting a little drunk (internally his thoughts get a little vulgar but no less carrying or concerned…still carrying towards reader…while Reader gets giggly.) …which leads to… grinding against jeans, naked breasts, kisses, shower scene, squint Dom!Eddie, Voyeur!Eddie

This is a long chapter…and their night is not over…yet! Enjoy! If you want to be tagged…please ask. Feedback is always welcome!

He made a strangled sound as he fought to catch a breath. “Not just yet.” As he kissed you the long and deep, he brought his hand up to hold you cheek letting his thumb caress you. He broke the kiss to look at you.“Little nymph, you have no idea what you do to me.”

You made a soft sound. “And what is that?”Before he realized what you were doing, you brought his hand to her mouth and you pressed soft kisses on his palm. “I know what you do to me.”

He managed to bring his hand down, letting his fingers glide across your throat. Soon, he lopped his finger in the zipper and drew it down. He sighed, “Damn, you look so good.”

He moved his hand into the opening, feeling the soft fullness of one of your breasts. Easily, he cupped it in you bra. Eager to pull sounds from you, his thumb moved over the tight little bud that was your nipple. As you leaned against your elbows, you arched into his touch.

“Yes, that feels good doesn’t it?” He encouraged softly as he swallowed. “Let me hear you.”

You panted, you threw your head back. He watched as you anxiously licked your lips as you panted.

“Yes, Eddie like that.”

He wanted you to take more of a role in this. He also enjoyed seeing you move.

Leaning in close, “Little nymph will you do something for me?” He asked in between pressing some kisses against your cheek, your temple and teasingly on the edge of your mouth. His thumb continued to make you feel good. He was relishing at what sounds he was able to pull out of you. He knew he could make you louder. He was eager to feel you cum again.

A delicious sound came from you before you found your voice. “Yes, Eddie?” Your eyes were shiny and bright as you looked at him.

“Get up and remove your panties for me.” He removed his hand from under your dress. “I want to watch you.”

You grinned, “I can do that.”

After you climbed off, he went to go and sit against his headboard. While he moved himself, he adjusted himself. He was hard against his zipper. His jeans were getting very uncomfortable. Palming himself, relieved a little of the pressure of his cock against his jeans. Grabbing the ends of his shirt, he pulled it up and off then tossed it into a corner.

*******

As you made your way over to the edge of his bed, you were able to gather your thoughts. Getting up, you saw the case that held the beers, Eddie had grabbed.

Standing, you felt the rush of the alcohol move through you. You giggled at the warm fuzziness it filled you with.

“What’s so funny baby?”

Looking over at Eddie, the sight of him there lounging, that confident smile and bare chest grabbed you right between the legs. His necklace twinkled in the light from his lamps against his skin. You tried to swallow the whimper it pulled from you. You squeezed your thighs together.

“The beers are making me feel all sorts of giggles.” You managed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” His lips twitched up the one side of his face. “Then can you please grab me a new one?”

“Sure.”

Easily you did so, holding it out to him and he grabbed it. “Ok, let me watch.” He reminded you.

“Yes, yes of course.” You took a few steps back. Nervous, you chewed on your cheek, trying to decide how to do it, then it came to you.

Delighting in the fuzziness, you twirled and swished the skirt of your dress. Reaching down and under it you looked at him. Grabbing the lacy edge, you began to pull them down. Looking down, your hands shook a little, as you could feel his gaze. You gently then wiggled and let them fall from you. When they pooled at your feet, you looked over to him.

“Look at you.” He smirked. “Come back over here baby.” He patted one of his thighs. Taking a sip of the beer you were taken by the sight of it.

You considered how you would do this. Then you remembered what you did when you had only worn his hoodie. You could do it.

With your heart feeling like this was going to burst from your chest, you began to crawl over to him from the edge of his bed. “Oh my naughty, naughty nymph.”

This was incredibly sexy, you mused and you were doing it. Your cheeks warmed flushing at the thought.

You stopped just shy of his lap. “Baby.” He finished the beer, as he licked at his bottom lip and out the bottle on the floor beside his bed. “Aww, don’t stop there. I want you here in my lap.”

You nodded. “I do too.”

Soon you were straddling his lap. The rough texture of his jeans against your skin was thrilling. You were still getting used to the idea of getting wet as he put it.

He hands rested on your thighs, “This is where you belong.” His fingers drummed on your thighs. “You feel so good.”

You wiggled, which made you gasp and could actually feel as you got wetter. “I like it too.” You agreed.

“You should ride me and cum on me like this.”

You sat back at his words. “What? How?”

He smiled. “I can help you.”

Wiggling you wanted too. It had had felt so good the last time. “Can you help me?”

Reaching up, he hooked a finger into the straps of your dress. “First, we getting rid of these. I want to see, feel more of you.” Lowering the straps revealed your skimpiest bra. “Oh look at you.”

He leaned in, his breath was hot as he rested his forehead against your chest. You ran fingers through his hair, you loved how soft it felt to the touch.

Soft moans poured from your mouth as he pressed kisses, he dragged his tongue along the edge of your bra.

“Eddie.” You breathed.

One of his hands came up your back and held you close to him. All you did was rock your hips against him.

You brought up your hands to undo the clasp that opened the front of your bra but they shook. And you lost your nerve.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m nervous.” You gave him a sheepish look. His hands tightened their grip on you, they had settled on your hips. He moved you, it made you gasp.

“Don’t be. Look how good you make me feel.” His voice had grown deeper.

“Oh.” Your voice went higher as you realized that the only thing that separated the two of from his hardness was his jeans. “Eddie.”You couldn’t resist pressing a down a little firmer. It felt so good against your naked center.

“You little minx.” He exhaled a moan. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you. “How good does that feel?”

“So good.” You managed to say as you were able to push your nervousness away. Reaching back up, you undid the clasp. Your breasts bounced free, and a moan erupted loudly, his lips and tongue were right there. You arched against him, you didn’t know what felt better the friction of rubbing up against him or his mouth on you.

He pulled back, his lips pulled on your nipples as he did before. You felt as you grew wetter and wetter.

“Oh baby, you are getting so wet.” He leaned in and nibbled on your throat. “Ride me harder baby.” Despite the sharp arousal his words brought you, his grip on you tightened. It felt good.

“Eddie, please.” You ran your fingers through your hair, like last night he made you work up a sweat. To move steadier you placed your hands over his. “Oh..” You shivered on top of him. “This feels so good.”

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He smirked. “I’m glad.”

The beer that he drank fueled his need for you. Seriously, you were shaping up to be the sexiest girl, he had ever encountered. It wasn’t just because you riding his jean covered cock, but you were sweet and considerate too. How did he get so lucky, he wondered.

Bending his head closer to you, he captured one of your nipples in his mouth. Felt so good against his tongue. It increased his desire to lick between your soft legs. He had never even considered it doing it ever, till he licked your taste off his finger. Now his mouth watered at the prospect.

“Eddie…Eddie.” You panted.

He pulled back and looked at you. “Getting close?”

All you could do was nod, as you continued to rock harder against him.

He dragged his tongue up your throat, the place where it met your shoulder was delightful. He couldn’t resist nibbling on you. When he felt your body tighten like you had when he made you cum before. Pulling back he wanted to watch you.

You were so flushed, it took everything in him to not to cum. Right now he wanted to watch you.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me, I want to feel it.” He encouraged.

“Yes, yes..” You panted.

You called out as you rocked against him a final time then came hard. You drenched his jeans.

“That’s my girl.” He wrapped his arms around you, as you melted against him. Gently he glided his hand up and down your back. Once you felt like you had calmed, he tilted your chin up so he could into your eyes. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes.”

He brushed some sweaty strands from your face. “Good.”

*******

The tub had always been tiny and the shower head’s spray only rained down so hard, but as you slipped in behind him. None of that mattered. He did’t care. He turned, rubbing his one eye. “I thought you were sleeping.”

You gave him a gentle smile. “I rolled over, you weren’t there and then I heard the shower.”

“I’m glad you woke up.” Smoothly he moved so you could enjoy some of the water like did.

“I am too. I still have to make you feel good.”

His stomach churned. To be honest, if you hadn’t he probably would have jerked off. After you rode him earlier, and finally coming down from the high of the gig, he easily passed out beside you. With your body tucked up to his, sleep once again few winks away.

Going up on your tiptoes, you stretched under the water. It was quite the site to behold, you were truly his nymph. “So tell me, my little nymph,” He cupped both of your cheeks. “What do you have in mind?”

Your hands reached out, your fingers wrapped around him, he swallowed. “I want to taste you.”

“Baby.” He breathed, he already getting hard under your fingers.

You moved your hands up and down his length. “You feel so good.” Meet me back in your bedroom.”

Very carefully, he watched as climbed out.

******

Inside you were shaking, the entire time you were in the shower with Eddie. You could have never imagined doing this!

Though after having the sexiest dream ever. You could! In it you, had taken Eddie into your mouth while he ran one of his games. The idea alone made you flush. He had briefly told you about how he ran them, it was enough to incite a very sexy dream, apparently.

You had no idea but you imagined him sitting there. His legs were spread, one of his ringed fingers would drum on his thigh, while the other was nestled in your hair, helping you move on him. The others played out their turns, cluelessly. No one would know it but you’d be between his legs.

You woke up breathless and aching. The dream had been so vivid, you could still feel his fingers in your hair and him in your mouth. You needed to finally do this.

As you got back to his room. You grabbed his Hellfire shirt, you had managed to find after waking up. You quickly pulled in on. Inhaling deeply, it smelled delightfully like him. You were amused that fell just above your knees. After smoothening some of his blankets, you laid down and waited for him.

@eddieswifu @twentysomethingwereyote @gabriella-gvf @apocalypticwafflekitten @blackberries45 @buckymydarlingangel @mouthfulloftoothpasterry @readers-posts

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fanfiction #fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things 4 imagine #blossoming of a shy violet #part 11 #fanfic #exdie munson angst

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the-moogle-of-your-nightmares · 10 months

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happy first day of disability pride month let's hear it for my fucking spine

#moogletalks #venting #medical stuff cw #i haven't slept well in the last several days because my nerves Hate Me #and either Hurt or make me nervous when they don't #i've had like an hour of relatively pain-free time to focus per day and pretty much all of it has been consistently spent on #taking care of what basic needs i can and then hyperfocusing on a random train of thought without being able to choose #moreso than usual lol #and my house is a wreck because of all the cleaning stuff i haven't been able to do the last few weeks #which does not help my exdys or mood #aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh #bitch bitch bitch anyway happy disability pride

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androideql · 10 months

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The fact that I'm making spreadsheets to keep track of ongoing/abandoned/paused projects

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what th fuck i don't even have separate documents per chapter

#android talking #i have today off and i'm gonna use to see if i can discover a way to fight the exdys more efficiently #i do not have any faith in this working #but it's worth an attempt #at least i had the foresight to keep separate folders for different fandoms/ships

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hopepetal · 1 year

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Angst Times With God

Contains- choking, manipulation

Based off of the Burrow SMP/bunflower SMP!

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast :)

For some reason adding a readmore isn't working so. Rip.

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Yet another restless night. It was no surprise to Elyan that they were unable to sleep, insomnia a closed gate that kept out the warm arms of dreaming from embracing them. Their mind had been unable to focus on the inhale and exhale of breathing, instead darting from the lack of familiar weight on one side of their back, to the slight pressure around their neck and wrist, to the smile that plagued– blessed?– their life, and to the blackened, rotting wood of the enchanted tree.

With a sigh, Elyan pushed themselves up, swinging their legs out from under them and resting their taloned feet against the thin but soft carpet. Yawning, the elytrian glanced over at their prosthetic wing that sat carefully on the bedside table before deciding they didn't need it. Standing up carefully and feeling their knees crack, Elyan left the bedroom, pushing a hand through their hair. Taking their bow from its place in their weapons chest and several arrows, Elyan padded outside. The familiar nails-on-chalkboard screech of a phantom sounded out, and the elytrian nocked an arrow.

There.

One phantom died, an arrow to the neck, then the second, an arrow piercing through its wing to knock it off course before a second skewered it through the heart. Elyan watched as their membranes fell to the ground, not bothering to pick them up. They had no need for the things, and gods know their already limited inventory space was chock full of– what was it again? A quick check let them know it was raw nether quartz. Right, they had been working on a... something, that was for sure. Glancing down at the unfinished build, five fires still blazing bright, Elyan smiled. It looked as though the platform the fires sat on was a nether star, at least from the angle they were at.

Scrambling down the steep hill, Elyan approached the water's edge. Carefully climbing into their small wooden boat, they picked up the oar that rested at the bottom and pushed it into the water. The gentle rocking of the boat as it pushed through the waves was soothing, the taste of salt on Elyan's lips as the wind brought the ocean's water up from the sea. Faintly, they registered the gurgling sound of the drowned, but they ignored it seeing as it was far enough away it wouldn't harm them. They continued rowing until the boat lurched slightly, bottom dragging against the sand and dirt of the opposite shore. The sound of their sheep and cows was much louder on this shore, and Elyan carefully hoisted themselves over the fence and into the pen of their sheep.

Pushing gently through the soft field of wool, Elyan pulled their shears out and started gently working through the sheep, depositing the cut wool in a chest nearby. The repetitiveness of the action was soothing, and Elyan found themselves humming a low tune as they worked with the coloured wool. Hearing the animals sound their contentment, Elyan sighed happily. Placing their shears back in the chest they belonged, Elyan was quick to pull themselves out of the pen, wincing slightly as the scars on their back were pulled. Pushing forward, they checked on the cows in their pen, making sure they were all alright.

Then it was time to head back, Elyan once again settling themselves in their little boat and picking up the oar once again. Back through the water, back to the shore of their home, where they made sure to drag their little water vessel securely onto the shore so that it wouldn't float away. Straightening, Elyan's gaze wandered over their shore, over the unfinished nether-star-build, the hill upon which sat their house, and... the cave.

The cave that they had dug into with desperate, angry hands. Where the blood from their worn, injured hands had dried, only visible to those who were looking for it. The cave where they had built their bell room, where they had made what could have been the worst mistake of their life. The cave that they now felt inexplicably drawn to, the pressure around their neck and their wrist growing the longer they resisted the urge. Finally, with a strangled gasp, Elyan practically threw themselves toward the cave's entrance, their taloned feet clacking against the stone. When they passed over the magma blocks, stepping quickly to avoid being hurt too badly, a soft whimper escaped them as the heat threatened to singe their feathers.

Finally, they made it into the bell room, the pressure around their neck and wrist loosening ever so slightly. The room was in the same state they'd last left it in– door partly broken, glass bottles scattered on the floor. The bell that remained on the makeshift shrine of diamond, iron, and gold seemed to glow in the dim light, and with great hesitation, Elyan reached out and touched the cold metal. Immediately a deep chime sounded, much louder than what should've been possible from such a small bell, the sound vibrating through their very being.

A deep cold slithered into their bones, making Elyan shiver, hugging themselves with their arms and wrapping their wing protectively around their body. Looking around, tensed with fearful anticipation, they waited. Waited for a note, a sign, some kind of signal that Exdi was there. The hairs on the back of their neck stood on edge, feathers ruffling as it started– a soft, venomous laugh that became louder and more wild as time passed. It was the kind of sound that made Elyan bite their lip, hand drifting instinctively to open their inventory and pull out their sword.

“Now, now,” cooed a soft voice, “I wouldn't do that if I were you. Silly mortal. Summoning me, but drawing your sword when I answer? That isn't very smart.”

No warning was given before Elyan was slammed against the rough wall of the bell room by an invisible force, held there by the will of a god. The air was nearly forced out of them, a pained cry leaving their lips as their feathers broke and were roughly scraped off by the stone. The pressure around their wrist and neck had returned, squeezing the skin so tightly that Elyan was certain they would bruise. Taloned hands drifting up to their neck, they tried to claw off the necklace, only making Exdi's ire worse.

“I ask for one thing,” the disembodied voice hissed, sounding close to Elyan's ear, “what did I ask for, mortal? Tell me!”

The pressure around their neck loosened, if only to allow Elyan to choke out the word ”loyalty” before silencing them once more. The pressure allowed them to breathe if they struggled, but talking was not an option. Exdi controlled them, whether they liked it or not.

“Exactly,” Exdi growled softly, “loyalty. And what do you go off and do?” He paused. “You tell the gods I am here. That makes things difficult, mortal.” The grip that held Elyan against the wall vanished, though the pressure around their neck and wrist remained. They fell to their knees, bowing their head and trying to keep themselves from sobbing. “However, I am nothing if not merciful.” His voice took on a smooth, oily tone, and Elyan shuddered. “I forgive you, little mortal, but you must know...”

And though the god wasn't truly there, not in a way that was visible to their mortal eyes, Elyan could feel the ghost of his fingers brushing a lock of hair behind their feathered ear. The touch raised goosebumps on their skin, and they shivered from what they tried to convince themselves was just the cold. His hands travelled down to brush against their neck, just over the necklace– no, it was more like a collar now, constricting around their throat to keep them from speaking– that he had given them.

“You need me,” Exdi whispered, a light sort of humor in his tone, “because no one else is going to bother with a pitiful one-winged elytrian. You only have me, darling. And you need me, just as much as I need you– if not more.”

Elyan could only nod, swallowing the lump in their throat. Their hands were trembling, and they clasped them together, squeezing tightly.

“Good.” The god left just as silently as he came, leaving the echo of laughter in his wake.

Elyan sat there for a moment, frozen from the fear and shock of the moment. The pressure around their neck was fading, and they could breathe and speak freely once more. As the shock-induced numbness wore off, Elyan's breathing hitched, becoming faster and more shallow as they panicked. They were going to die out here, alone in the wilderness, no one around to hear their final scream. They were going to die for daring to reach for the gods, for attempting to rewrite what was already written.

Elyan didn't want to die, and so they fled. To their house, to pull on their prosthetic. To the roof, to make it easier to take off. Over the cold mountain, over the fields and forests to the place where there were ships that floated in the sky, shops and houses and people–

Elyan had never been good at flying after the incident. To be more specific, taking off and landing was much harder; they had to hit the exact right angle, turn at the right moment, spread both wings at once in an effort that once was nothing but muscle memory. Panic makes for a poor flier, and Elyan crashed in front of the familiar blue cafe they had flown by just the other day. Something in their chest snapped, a burning pain shooting through their ribs as they tumbled to the ground, smacking their head against the blackstone path.

Darkness quickly took over their vision, and Elyan was almost thankful to fall into unconsciousness.

#whump #writing #whump community #zera writes #character: elyan #character: exdi the time god #minecraft fanfiction #whump writing #elyan the one winged elytrian #wheee fun times with god

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chowonsang · 1 year

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i wish there was a way to write 엑디즈 in english that conveys how cute it sounds

#exdis just doesnt hit the same way #idk maybe ive just been overexposed but i rly prefer 엑디즈

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fembutchboygirl · 2 years

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For character bingo: Ema Skye or Lilith Clawthorne?

I'm gonna do BOTH! Because I love them SO much!

Ema my best friend ema from video games:

Ema's character arc and how it parallels phoenix's is something that can actually be SO personal istg. She's my favorite little freak and she's always objectively correct. Also not enough screentime = never enough ema screentime her appearing in several games isn't enough i want her to live in my house

Lilith "worst best sister" Clawthorne:

Her swagless autistic charm has enchanted me she's such a great character and she's SO cute after s1. However I am beating about 30% of the fandom with a stick please learn to simultaneously acknowledge a character's mistakes and flaws and their growth and virtues and for the love of GOD STOP SHIPPING HER SHE'S CANONICALLY AROACE. The only good Lilith ship is Lilith x History.

#blue asks #sorry for not adding descriptions i can't bring myself to do it which is fucked up!! i legitimately can't tell if it's exdys or laziness

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washilon · 2 years

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i've been working on this for nearly an hour and a half ....... and i've gotten like half of it done. hjtlelp

#〽️ ; posts #I'M SO TIEDHR #I HAVE TO GET UP AT 6. FIVE HOURS #but i'm worried i might lose steam and never work on it again 🤯#ouuhugh #i might go to bed 🥲#praying that exdys doesn't hit like a truco...#good nini

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miopet · 6 months

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exdys hell. trying to get uo and go to the kitchen Not Succeeding

#talk tag

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xenogenesys · 1 year

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𝙿𝙸𝙽. 📌

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

━╋ ｡ ࣪ 𝒟 𝅄 XENO GENESYS﹙𑂃𑆓﹚

ㅤㅤ░▒▓█ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 █▓▒░

You can call me just Xeno, Genesys or Coffee, doesn't really matters to me

I'm a a transmasc artist and voice actor, now focused on Sonic and Sonic.exe, but still liking other stuff away from that

I'm from Argentina, but I can speak English very well!

I sometimes draw suggestive stuff, kinda horror stuff and slightly gore stuff, even if it's not very often beware of my posts!

I'll open Discord Nitro commisions soon ♥︎

Not working on any mods rn.

ૢཻ͝ ☕ ❝𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜░꙰⸃᭪

Twitter

Newgrounds

YouTube (Inactive temporaly)

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Commisions carrd

Personal carrd

DNI List (Not done yet)

Pronouns page

Exoff's ask blog

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Like i said before, i'm an exe creator, but I also enjoy making characters that aren't exes, or my take on other exes (which are named "XG-Sides")

꒷꒥꒷·˚🥀» 𝙀𝙓𝙀𝙎.⤾·˚ ༘⁺❌✦◌

Kenós Xechasménos Midenikó (Exoff) & The Crystals

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Eggflama/Eggflame (Joke exe)

Papapum.exe (Joke exe)

Homeless.chr

Trypo (Storyshift Chara exe)

Doodlemouse (Joke exe???)

Exdi (Joke exe)

Furnace Zero

Xenna

Sourit (NMI based)

Revaria (Maria exe)

Xenil (Tails exe)

Xpina

꒰░⃞ 𝑁𝑜𝑛-𝐸𝑥𝑒 𝑂𝐶'𝑠! 🫧 ᭃ⌣

OC's that aren't related to Exes, but related to Sonic, UnderTale or just not related to anything

UnHappy Coffee/U.C

Utsubyō Sonikku

Fūkona Goules

MOD!

""Majin"" Metal Sonic

Shad (gonna rename him)

Silver (also gonna rename him)

⃟ᭃ⃢ᭃ⃢ 🥀 ᭃ 𝗠𝘆 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗘𝘅𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ⃟ᭃ⃟ᭃ

Sometimes, when i'm bored, I like grabbing other characters or exes and make my own take on them, mostly using:

Scrapped designs

Scrapped history

Scrapped facts

Recent designs

Recent history

Recent facts

My characters are going to be shown here by the time, be patient with me.

Some characters attached in the pics aren't mine, credits below

Miler & Chemic: @dumbdotjpg

#sonic #sonic exe #sonic exe oc #exe oc #oc art #artists on tumblr #sonic artist #fanart

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