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junimoss · 3 months
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HELLLO??????
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1stprototype · 9 months
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"Stick close to Mama K."
Okay mommy.
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malditasfrases · 6 months
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pumpk1bun · 2 months
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why is he beautiful
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idk about you guys but i think it's really hard to be normal after having seen these bits of raiden from playstation magazine
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dailyhatsune · 1 year
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how about link miku? (linku, if you will)
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becabeale143 · 5 months
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qsmpcryptid · 2 months
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Tubbo: "If you think about it, the bible is kind of like ao3 before ao3 existed"
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kopivie · 6 months
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as a continuation of this post.
you squeeze your eyes tight and wait for the worst to happen. you can only imagine what sort of pain you were about to be subjected to. your stomach churns as your mind conjures up the sickening sounds of bones crushing and teeth gnashing; of flesh being ripped from the bone and blood being splattered like paint upon a canvas. you wait, and you wait as the gardemek gets closer. you can practically taste the putrid steam that pours from its nostrils. you wait and you wait...
...but death never comes. or at least, not in the way you expect it to.
"at ease."
his voice is gruff, like he's speaking through his teeth. you've never heard him like this before. on any other occasion he's calm, cool, and collected; he normally sounds like he has everything under his control. but right now, after hearing him sound like he's holding himself back, you wonder what expression he's wearing.
you're paralyzed with fear. your entire body is taut and wound tight, almost as though rigor mortis has already set in. but you're not dead, you have to tell yourself. you're not dead. you repeat that phrase over and over like a mantra in your head even as the presence of the three-headed gardemek diminishes. you're not dead. you're not dead, not dead, not dead not dead not--
"you're okay."
your eyes may still be closed, but you know he is here. he is right in front of you. you can feel it. you can feel him. his hands are ghosting over your frame -- your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. you can smell him, rich and heady -- intoxicating. hell, you can practically taste him with how close he seems to be.
he calls your name. his voice is still rough, but it is becoming softer as he speaks. perhaps he doesn't want to scare you any more than he already has. "look at me," he begs. he pleads. would he grovel if you asked him to? "please, look at me. open your eyes, my love. you're safe. it's been taken care of."
your neck feels stiff as you shake your head.
you feel his hands finally come to rest on your cheeks. his hands are calloused and cold, yet also warm and grounding. his touch sends a shiver down your spine. your joints creak as you bring your hands up to cover his own.
"that's it," he breathes. "i'm right here. breathe with me. i'm here. nothing will hurt you while i'm here."
your breathing is shallow, but he, wriothesley, is patient. he is always patient when it comes to you. four beats pass, then six, then ten. your breathing is stable and he is still here, grounding you to this plane of existence. finally, finally, you open your eyes.
and there he is. pale grey eyes stare back into your own. maliciously, your mind wanders to the sky above the overworld. you wonder if today is sunny. perhaps the sky is overcast. if it is, you wonder if the clouds are the same color as his eyes.
you used to seek refuge in nature whenever times got tough. but since you won't be returning home for the forseeable future, you let your mind run free. you start to sink as you return his gaze. lower, lower, and lower still. the closest you will ever get to seeing the overworld again is by staring into his overcast eyes. you hope and pray to whatever god exists that you'll get a glimpse of some cumulus cloud reflected through his irises. but when reality inevitably hits you, when the adrenaline starts to bleed from your pores and your body starts to deflate, you realize that the only thing that's reflected in his eyes is you.
he does not dream of the overworld. he does not dream of freedom like you do. he does not wish for a life outside of these walls. he wants for naught but you.
you feel bile sour your tongue. some savior he is. your words of thanks become rotten and disgusting. you swallow it all back and tear your eyes away from him. "i want to lay down." your voice is hoarse. "take me to my room." belatedly, you add a, "please."
he regards you closely. he analyzes you, scans you like the very gardemek that you nearly lost your life to mere moments ago. in times like these, you wonder just how much difference exists between him and the very mechanical beasts he commands.
his hands leave your face and he sighs. you recognize that sigh. defeat. he won't get any gentle treatment from you today either. but you know he won't think much of it. he never does. he will try again tomorrow.
hopefully, you think as you march to your room, he does something about that monster.
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jasmindoodles · 3 months
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Just a silly like comic 👀
So with @galaxygolfergirl concept of Hans dropping the facades, he also drops his shirt somewhere along the way too. 😂
Now Elsa has something else to write to Anna about. 😏
I might color this in the future who knows. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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tightjeansjavi · 2 months
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me to LJ @itsokbbygrl
So..period sex drabble with pornstar!joel? 🥵👀
PERIOD SEX DRABBLE WITH PORNSTAR!JOEL!!!!!!
PERIOD SEX + BREEDING KINK + CREAMPIE DRABBLE WITH PORNSTAR!JOEL!!!!
🦅🦅🦅
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crocodadz · 2 months
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Pirate Warriors 3 zoro kimono outfit if you even care btw
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not-a-birb · 6 months
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PLEASE be normal about neil newbon on his discord and twitch oh my gosh. it’s unbearable in there
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luimagines · 4 months
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(Please read dramatically. Thank you.)
I feel like we have been tormented by yearn for to long!
PINKY! THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF WAR!
YOU WILL KNOW NO REST UNTIL YOU ARE A PUDDLE OF YEARN! I WILL ATTACK WITH SHENANIGANS AND THE YEEHAW MEN TO ENSURE YOU WILL KNOW NO MERCY!
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ME?! You dare doubt my power!?!?
I shall be unvanquished!!! I am an unmovable fortress!!!
You declare war. But where is your army?
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friccafracc · 14 days
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no no I'm okay. you should play dialtown tho.
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alright man its in the wishlist good lord
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So, my comfort hobby is watching people on YouTube react to the Owl House- it's very fun, and I enjoy it quite a bit.
Often though, when Stranger Tides and Hunting Palisman come up, they will make comments about how strange and unsuited Hunter's voice is for his ominous character/persona. And half of me, the reasonable half goes:
"well, that's for a reason, it's because Hunter doesn't fit the persona of the Golden Guard- he's a highly trained soldier but still a kid, he's a teenager in a position of power, of course his voice cracks and isn't as ominous that's the point, the point is he's been given expectations and power he can never live up the point is that his voice shouldn't match-"
But the goblin part of me that first heard Hunter's voice and went absolutely feral, goes:
"Hunter voice good. What are you talking about. Zeno Robinson is a god and his voice is perfect. "unfortunately, you won't have the chance" Hunter voice incredible. *Unintelligible screaming* Hunter voice incredible. I want to devour the way he says words help. "Oh, you just pull that chord above your head" JSJUSHDJRND His voice leaves me in absolute shambles. Hunter voice good. Zeno Robinson did the world more of a favour than every step taken by every great man. His voice tastes like honey and morning dew and a frenzied thunderstorm crackling on your tongue. What the HECK are you talking about."
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