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seehisbriefs · 2 months

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What should we name him?

#tighty whities #tightywhities AI #eum #fotl

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leakinguncontrollably · 7 months

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Lazy Sunday

#white briefs #tighty whities #briefs #tightywhities #fotl

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h3xxthev3xx · 6 months

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Reposting these for obvious reasons 💚 time to enjoy my clan by making bread puns the rest of the month

#destiny 2 #destiny art #destiny2art #destiny the game #fotl #festival of the lost

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batshitkrayzi · 1 month

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Which are your favorite?

#fotl

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thatoneballetguy · 10 months

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My pup!

#me #boxerbriefs #fruit of the loom #fotl #white socks #Winston #german shepherd

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rivaldi22 · 6 months

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Her work done for the time being, Eris finally relents and agrees to participate in some of the more hands-on traditions for the Festival of the Lost.

Her loved ones and biggest supporters gather to share in her experiences, but are mostly just glad to have her back home. 💚

my submission for the 2023 Festival of the Lost zine run by @d2artevents

#daefotl2023 #festival of the lost #fotl #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny #warlock #lucent hive #hive #exo #heulog-12 #kysurax #ikora rey #eris morn #my ocs #my art #destiny 2 fanart

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squallorvus · 6 months

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FOTL 2023 Carapace

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #d2 #warlock #fotl #festival of the lost #squavart

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wivensbane · 1 year

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Hiya! New to tumblr~ Here's a sweet baby scribe on her first Hall Between ♡

#destiny the game #destiny 2 art #destiny 2 #festival of the lost #eido #scribe eido #misraaks #mithrax #eliksni #fotl

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gnostichor · 6 months

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That Hopeful Alchemy

Eris stepped out into the evening air of the Tower, the warm mug of mulled cider in her hands a welcome bulwark against the rapidly cooling weather. Festival of the Lost had just begun, and something about those celebrations made it feel like it was always evening in the Tower. She walked in between paper lanterns and decorated gourds, effigies of reverence to the autumnal harvests and the spirits of those we have had to leave behind: the semiotics of change and time's stubborn procession.

Historically, Eris had found little of value in such pageantry; what could someone truly know of loss, she would assure herself, if they thought it transmutable by the exchange of confectionery and the carving of winter squash? This year, however, her steps were not quite as heavy, her glances less cutting. Her trials in the athenæum and the oubliette—just as they had peeled away the chitinous plates from her body—had served to abrade some of the more calloused edges of her preconceived notions about modern life in the City.

Where she had once seen frivolity and unearned levity, she began to see catharsis and a different sort of magic: that transmutative rending of a source of grief and sorrow not into a weapon designed to spread more of the same, but a scalpel to be turned on itself so that the flesh may heal. She had begun to appreciate and respect the poetry of that hopeful alchemy.

Out of the corner of her left-most eye, Eris saw a woman waving to her. An older woman. Eva Levante, she noted, the cheermonger. Eris took a sip from her mug and let the kind embrace of the rising steam give her the courage to approach the grinning woman.

"Hello, Eva." Eris said, doing her best to unflatten her affect. "As ever, the efforts you and the other citizens put into the decoration is commendable."

"Hello dear, and thank you," Eva replied, her impish smile never fading. "You're looking quite well, if you don't mind me saying." "I do not mind, and thank you—I am in fact feeling quite well. An auspicious symmetry."

Raising her hand to her mouth, Eva laughed quietly, but never dropped the mirthful grin.

"How can I help you, Eva?" Eris raised the mug to her lips, sipping. "So, been any Hive gods, lately?" Eva finally let out with a titter.

An awful sound emanated from Eris' mug: the sound of someone bursting into laughter as they are sipping hot mulled cider.

#eris morn #eva levante #festival of the lost #fotl #destiny fanfiction #destiny the game #destiny 2 #my writing

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seehisbriefs · 13 days

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Thomas's heart sank as he heard Mike's words, his stomach twisting with dread. Hang out with Mike's friends? In nothing but his tighty whities and socks? The thought was too humiliating to bear.

"N-no, please," he stammered, backing away from Mike with his hands raised defensively. "I-I can't let anyone else see me like this. Please, Mike, just give me my clothes back and I'll go home."

But Mike just grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Aw, what's the matter, Tommy boy?" he taunted, moving towards Thomas with a predatory slowness. "Afraid to show off those cute little undies of yours? I bet the guys would get a real kick out of seeing you like this."

Thomas shook his head frantically, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to get away, had to escape before Mike could make good on his threat. But before he could take more than a few steps, Mike lunged forward and grabbed him around the waist.

Thomas yelped in surprise as he was lifted off his feet, his legs kicking helplessly in the air. "N-no, please!" he whimpered, his voice cracking with desperation. "D-don't do this, Mike! I-I'm begging you!"

But Mike just laughed, hoisting Thomas up onto his hip like a toddler. "Oh, hush," he said, giving Thomas's bottom a patronizing pat. "You're acting like such a baby. It's just a little harmless fun, that's all."

Thomas could feel the tears streaming down his face as Mike carried him towards the door, his bare legs dangling embarrassingly in the air. He couldn't believe this was happening - how had he let himself get into this situation?

As they stepped outside, Thomas could feel the cool breeze on his exposed skin, making him shiver with humiliation. He buried his face in Mike's shoulder, too ashamed to even look at the world around him.

But Mike wasn't about to let him hide. With a grin, he bounced Thomas on his hip, making sure his tighty whities were on full display for anyone who might be watching. "Come on, Tommy," he cooed, his voice dripping with mock affection. "Let's go show off those cute little undies of yours. I'm sure the guys will be impressed."

Thomas could only whimper in response, his face burning with shame. He felt like a complete fool, being carried around like a child in nothing but his underwear. He knew that anyone who saw him like this would never take him seriously again - he would be forever branded as Mike's pathetic little tighty whitey boy.

As they approached Mike's friends, Thomas could hear their laughter and catcalls, could feel their eyes raking over his exposed body. He wanted to die, to sink into the ground and disappear forever.

But Mike just held him tighter, bouncing him up and down like a baby. "Look who I brought, guys!" he called out, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "It's little Tommy, the tighty whitey boy! Isn't he just adorable?"

The guys erupted into laughter, their voices filled with mocking derision. Thomas could feel their fingers poking and prodding at his underwear, could hear their taunts and jeers ringing in his ears.

And as Mike paraded him around like a trophy, Thomas knew that his life would never be the same. He was a laughingstock now, a pathetic little boy in a man's world. And there was nothing he could do about it.

All he could do was cling to Mike, his face buried in his chest, and pray that somehow, someday, he might find a way to escape this never-ending nightmare. But deep down, he knew it was a futile hope - he was Mike's property now, and that was all he would ever be.

#tighty whities #eum #embarrassed underwear #fotl

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leakinguncontrollably · 1 year

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