#graaah lol

[blairpuffs]

N I M B A S A C O R E

#my art #fav #graaah lol #hydrangea cookie #reblogs>likes #PLEASE RB #cr #doodlebook #kin #artists on tumblr

[chipchopclipclop]

yokohama raaaaain + i forgot kiryu hes getting everyone umbrellas

#chipchopdraws #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon #yakuza 8 spoilers #slightly lol #warming up again with chibis.... graaah #im NOT TAGGING EVERYONES NAMES. YOU KNOW THEM

[pampulonad]

Haven’t submitted an ask or a confession or anything on here yet LOL and I feel the fact that I haven’t is criminal

(Nsft) Anyways…. Thinkin ab my fav rn (A), ordering doordash or something for him and his bf (b), and then he texts him like

A: just got us doordash lol

B: okay I’ll be home in 10

B: don’t eat w/o me

A: ok

And then A absolutely demolishes his portion of the meal (which he ordered a lot of bc his metabolism is crazy fast) like the unhinged, ravenous man he is, and B gets home like “dawg wtf??” As he’s met with the sight of A, absolutely stuffed, his normally-lean, athletically toned stomach now visibly taut and bloated, although there’s still a good amount of room for everything he ate to slosh around (which is useful in a bit 😏)

Anyways, he gets “punished” (consensually ofc, it was probably his idea anyways) by B, getting fucked doggy style as his full stomach hangs below him, audibly sloshing and churning with every rough thrust. B teases him for it, kneading into his bloated stomach while degrading him for being just so goddamn impatient, and how slutty he looks with his full tummy accentuating the curves of his hips.

Anyways during aftercare he gets tummy kisses bc it’s what he deserves 💕

(Sorry this is entirely self indulgent I just thought you’d enjoy it LMAO)

-🐟👁️

OHOHOHO I DID ENJOY THIS TEE HEE

#anon saplings #stomach kink #belly kink #stomach growling #stuffing #GOD THIS IS SO HOT GRAAAh i know who u are lol pats u #winky face lul #nsft

[aimless-aimz]

need drawing prompts. give me a pokemon. you’re legally required to do so actually

#aimless rambles #Just comment or reblog it whatever lol #jus need to DRAW grAAAHS

[cosmic-kaden]

Ron went out of left pocket and FUCKING FLIP LEGIT DID A VERY SLOW TURN ON HIS CHAIR ALL YOU HEARD WAS RON ON THE PHONE AND THE CHAIR GROANS FROM FLIP TURNING HELP IM DEAD LOL

#FLIP WHY ARE YOU EXTRA!? LOL #GODDAMN CUTE BASTARD! GRAAAH!!! #cosmic liveblogs

[jjhonanana]

Gamers, it’s the day before my birthday and I’m trying to watch good media for my last day as 21. Here’s the list so far:

Anything else I should add? I’m trying to watch the new Spiderverse movie tomorrow as my first media consumption but I wanna go out on a bang.

#it's my birthday tomorrow #any movie reccs is good and preferred #but I’m open to like yt videos or video essays and stuff too lol #gay #lgbtq #silly guy #22nd birthday #last day 21 #graaah

[realjem]

messed around and set up ace pokemon/teams for my sonas.... vey fun activity i suggest everyone do this with their blorbos

#shiny espeon has grown on me so so so so much since ive started really liking aliens lol #just a funny green guy #maybe i'll draw somethinfg for this if i ever have the time lol #or maybe just post it alone on my art/oc blog #anywyas. graaah #jem.txt

[selfshipcringe]

ok yeah no im sold on the chain chomp idea. maybe they'll have a more koopa like form just for fun cus i love those guys but making a chompy boy is just too good of an idea. my pupgender ass is being FED !!!

#chat.txt #their forms can be anything they want cus shapeshifting but they tend to go like. regular chomp > chomp koopa > dogboy lol #GRAAAH WHY DO I HAVE TO GO ON A TRIP IN LIKE 2 HOURS I WANNA DESIGN THEM .... itll take me longer than 2 hours </3 #⛓🐾.insert

[dearcharms]

i normally dont replay routes but i think i will replay asagi.... i get why ppl dont like it bcs tbh it is POORLY executed and honestly.. objectively speaking i should have hated it bcs his route was so shit. But somehow he became my 2nd fave overall watdahell it doesnt help that i wouldnt exactly rank lp high in my list either....... asagi sensei what did u do to me

#legit when my friends tell me “wow his route is so dogshit” #i am like YES SPEAK UR TRUTH #it's SO BAD WHY DID THEY DO HIM SO DIRTY LMAO #they did kazuma SOOO DIRTY TOO #kazama had like. The BEST SET UP and the the writers were like “what if we chuck it all out to the window and make his route go downhill” #wow thanks! #istg lp wouldve been tons better if chiyuki wasnt like “oh what if i get closer to LI so i can find out if he is my brother” #GIRL WHAT???? #LOOK I LIKE ME SOME TROPES BUT THIS IS MODERN ERA GET A GRIP GIRL LOL #tfw chiyuki walks away crying going like “what if he doesnt like me back boohoo” #GIRL DONT U HAVE A BIGGER FISH TO FRY #LIKE... YOU KNOW... THE POSSIBILITY THAT UR CRUSH IS UR BROTHER LOL #i cannot take this game seriously istg #i love incest but lp had all my gross radars ringing #prob bcs it's modern era and the incest aspect is supp to be treated as smth accidental rather than intentional at the writer's part LMAO #GRAAAH #ANYWAYS! #asagi is the best thank yoy

[loafbud]

loafbud etymology

idk if i had said this before a long time ago here yet, but the "loaf" in my name is actually referring to the "lazy, laying around doing nothing; e.g., loafing around" type of loaf, not loaf as in "bread"

some loafbud lore: i actually came up with the name when i was in my junior year in high school. it was for the last name of a fursona i had back then, which was this oc:

(this is my old art from 2015/16)

this was the time when i started seeing the world thru a more pessimistic lense and instead of countering those negative thoughts with more realistic or optimistic ones, i fed them.

at this age, i was very much someone that'd chant in my head: "long live loners! (← this was literally an oath i swore myself to when i was like,, 17 LOL)! the world is cruel! im a loner because 👿 you made me this way 👿! love isn't real!" and then proceed to fill up my sketchbook with snarling, battle-scared wolves drooling out blood and continue to inwardly blame ppl for my solitude,, even tho I activately chose to isolate myself due to social anxiety & fear of what others thought of me, but my younger self wasn't ready to hear that 😂😂

i say all this because i realized that i created the alias "loafbud" during a more challenging time in my life. "challenging" in the sense that i was always in a constant battle with myself via negative thoughts, when i started choosing to see the world/society in a grim light. i was choosing to let depression define me. I'd still have many positive moments since then, but I'd always allow the dark stuff to consume me from within.

and im here looking back at those days, and how far I've come as a person. even if im not perfect, i grew. i still make mistakes, even the ones that make me go "daaamn loaf, u fucked up big time", but ive allowed myself to learn what ive done wrong, avoid making the same fuckery, and move on! i always used to get so hung up on stuff lol

and after i look back, i come bacm to the present and look at my name: loafbud. i know it's just an alias/online name, but I've always seen myself having a positive future with this alias, even when i was a crabby teenager buried within my own miasma of self-negativity.

it had a meaning then (a meaning i stuck with as a teen), but im in my mid 20s and that meaning has long since no longer resonated with me. and yet i held onto it, desperately. like im this butterfly that's so fucking afraid to leave its cocoon.

i dont want to spend the rest of my life living up to its old meaning: loaf: 'lazy, unproductive'; 'bud: earbuds/buddy'

so starting today, im giving it a new meaning.

IM FLYING OUT OF THIS COCOON GRAAAH‼️‼️‼️‼️ 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

the new meaning behind behind "loafbud":

loaf: basically, when i think about bread, i see it an an analogy for abundance, literally & figuratively

bud: budding; like, imagine a new leaf growing like its just sprouting or smth

(i know aliases, especially online, doesn't always necessarily need to have a hidden or deep meaning behind them. but i always wanted my alias to mean something to me haha)

TL;DR: username lore

#loafbud #ramble

[nickgoesinsane]

K and I watched a movie and cuddled on his couch 🤭

Thus was how we were laying v

We watched a scary movie (which K isn't too good with lol)and everytime there was a jump scare he'd fucking GRAAAH bury his face in my shirt and GOD HES SO CUTE IM RIPPING OUT HAIR

Y’all are my Heartstopper (never seen it)

#╰┈➤ nick answers !

[sa2-astral]

your tags on the sow video is honestly so real. i love theory crafting and i honestly should post more of my shadows over welde theories on tumblr i mostly just forget to LMAO. The fic author canonizing your stuff is so cool tho I just have Hayden (Argentum's player) reading my fics and making references to it ingame and im shaking them. I've been doing a lot of theory crafting on Zephrael and Argentum specifically recently cause they're just the characters I have the most info for (also Rae is my favourite) and its so fun graaah. What the video didn't show was that Hayden replied to the original tweet about Zephrael's tattoos being abyssal and Grizzly replied to them with "look away"

orghrghrhg yeahhh :DDD

the theory crafting i think went better because its a small community with the author pretty interactive too which seems to be a similar case with this . seeing that has been so cool. and making references in the show???? i would die /pos .

yessss ive been thinking SO many theory thoughts . mainly about zephrael because my brain has no idea where to go with anyone else yet (and the brainrot has majorly hyperfixated on zeph so yeah) i dont think im cooking yet though cause im pretty sure its full on delusional making shit up because i like angst SJDSKDKS :sob: ive just been ranting in my friends dms a tiny bit hehehe. rarely ramble on tumblr mostly on discord so yeah heheh . i just dont have a set location on discord to ramble yet ive had to keep it contained and vaguely worded in my friends dms because i dont wanna spoil anything SJDJSDKS

also the whole abyssal tattoo is SO fucking cool . ive seen the spread sheets for stats too thats so awesome . the tattoos are so one of those things i bet i'd try to decode i just go crazy lol

superr cool im currently watching the most recent ep and scrolling the shadows over welde tags on twitter because . the brainrot. is crazy enough to get me on twitter for once in ages LMAO . having a great time >:)) very excited to get more into the fandom its been too long since i theory crafted ehhehehee

#astral chatting

[wyndford-dekarios]

tagged by @steampoweredlovemachine

Favourite colour: uh. it's cheating if i say all of them bc i do love every colour. if i had to pick a theme colour it'd be purple i suppose

Last song: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

Last movie: GotG3. graaah.

Sweet/savoury/spicy: I have taken a liking to spicy recently, actually! If sour were here it'd win but watever.

Currently working on: SDV stuff. I should be working on college work but lol

tagging: uh. if you see this consider yourself tagged. idk

[leximpwrites]

Seeker 2

The second chapter of the project I’m working on! After this, I will be posting new chapters at least once a week, but as I said in an earlier post, if I get possessed by a writing gremlin and bang out three chapters in a week, then that’s how many you’ll get! Lol As always, I love to hear what y’all think, so please feel free to leave a reply!

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We eat at the Silver Star. Its one of the few taverns in the city that understands how much food a Skeer needs to eat, and feeds us well. After, we head back up the hill in the general direction of the Seeker barracks. I've never liked that name; it sounds so military and austere. The reality is much different. 

Our barracks are a sprawling estate in Hightower that provides all the space we need to live, train, and study. After centuries of Seeker occupation, the estate is appointed with luxuries from all over the world, carried home by the Seekers who live here. I've added many myself, in fact. Call it sentimentality, but there's something to be said for making a place feel like home. 

And if anyone is touchy about our owning the place, well, it's no more than we're due, if you ask me. We put our lives on the line every day for the sake of the people. I'd say a little luxury isn't an unreasonable reward.

We make our way through the wrought iron gate and head up the gravel path. All around us, fellow Seekers go about their business. The salle and training yards are off to our left. I share a nod with the weaponmaster on our way past, but don't keep his attention as he barks orders. There are more than a dozen foundlings drilling under his watchful eye, their purity charms glittering under the light of the torches. To our right, the riding fields and the stables where we breed and raise the huge striders that Seekers use in place of horses. 

“Shall I come with you to report, sir?” Jax asks, pausing inside the grand entryway after we walk through the immense bronze doors. I shake my head.

“No, that’s alright, lad,” I tell him. “I’ll report to the Old Wolf for the both of us. You go take care of your gear and then get yourself a bath.” He nods and smiles gratefully, heading off in the direction of his rooms in the east wing, whistling an old farmer’s tune. I turn and head in the opposite direction, towards the marshal's office in the east wing

The floor is carpeted with deep black, the wood paneling of the walls a rich walnut, polished smooth. The place always smells clean, with hints of incense, woodsmoke, and the oils we use to clean our weapons. Shelves piled high with scrolls and books of all kinds line the walls at regular intervals. If there is a system for their organization, it’s not one that I’ve ever seen before.

“Enter!” comes the gruff order when I knock politely, and I step through the door before coming to attention and saluting sharply, right fist over my hearts.

“Sir,” I say, looking at a point just over the head of High Marshal Imtaral. “Seeker Second Class, Alchanic reporting in.”

“At ease, Zepara,” he says distractedly, and I immediately relax offer a smile. 

Djared Imtaral was my mentor back when I was the same age as Jax, and I credit much of my success and skill to the lessons he taught me. He’s known among the Seekers as “The Old Wolf”, and it’s a very apt moniker. He looks like one. An old, tired, grey wolf, though one that is still more than capable of putting the young pups around it in their places. He’s nearly three hundred years old now, and may well hold his post for another sixty years or so before he retires, barring mishap or illness. He trained scores of us over the years. I was his last apprentice before our previous High Marshal, Lord Barray, retired and Imartal took his place. 

As always, his desk, an old wooden monstrosity he keeps threatening to burn, is covered in papers. He has half a dozen piles before him, and a larger stack at his right hand. Some he sets aside, and others get a quick, scrawling signature. 

Some he glares at, hoping they might simply burst into flames and leave him in peace.

My old teacher does not like paperwork. 

“So, how is the youngster doing?” he asks me, gesturing to one of the chairs across from him with his pen. “Luteno, is it?”

“Jaxus Luteno, yes,” I confirm, taking a seat “We found a shade nest that had recently taken root in the Whitebone District of the Outer Ring. Completely purged, got the queen and the nest guard all in one go. I let him take the lead on it, and I’m proud to say that he did spectacularly.”

“Do you think he’s ready for advancement?” he asks, shuffling through the stack of papers on his desk, absently reading and signing off on things as we’re talking. "I've kept an eye on his progress, and he seems to be doing very well."

I consider his question for a few moments before replying. “I would say that it wouldn’t be inappropriate to advance him.”

“But?” he prods, raising an inquisitive brow at me.

“But I would feel less uneasy if we gave it a little more time,” I admit, feeling a little uncomfortable. “It’s not that I have any doubts about his skill, it’s that I’m worried I may not have taught him everything that he needs to know.”

Imtaral chuckles, giving me a look that is both sympathetic and proud at the same time. “Welcome to the reality of being a teacher, my young friend. We just do the best we can and hope that it’s enough.”

I sag into my seat. He's right. I know he's right. I don't even disagree with him, but... Jax is my first apprentice, and I want to make sure I don't screw him up.

“However,” he continues, recapturing my wandering focus. “Yours is not an uncommon sentiment, so I will do what has been done numerous times before now. I will authorize him to advancement from Initiate to Seeker First Class, and assign him as your partner from this point forward until we have need of him elsewhere. Will that suit you?”

I breath out a quiet sigh of relief and nod, feeling a profound rush of gratitude towards my old mentor. “That will do fantastically, sir,” I say, getting to my feet and saluting again. “With your leave, oh wisest of leaders, I would like to go and give the good news to my apprentice and then get out of this gear and into a bath.”

He laughs and flaps a hand at me. “Go, you rogue, out of my sight before I have you thrown into the dungeons!”

I grin as I turn to leave. “You don’t have a dungeon, master.”

“Then I’ll have one built just for you!” he calls after me as I exit his office, completing the old joke between us. 

I snicker to myself and head off down the hall to find Jax so I can deliver the good news.

*******************

Three weeks later, and we finally receive our first assignment. During this time, Jax and I have been patrolling the city, mainly in the Outer Ring. He's been doing well since his promotion to Seeker First Class, now more confident in his abilities than he has ever been before. He's an excellent partner; we work well together, and he's bold enough now to make his own decisions, while still being smart enough to defer to my greater level of experience when I offer advice. 

I'm proud of him. 

My only qualm is that I still haven't gotten him to stop calling me 'sir'. As soon as he gets distracted, he slips back into his old habits, and the 'sir' comes back.

I guess I shouldn't judge. I do it to Imtaral, myself.

A message runner finds us on our way out of an apothecary, having just finished putting down a stalker that the idiot was keeping for fresh ingredients. Naturally, it got loose and killed him along with three of his customers. 

"Why would someone think that was a good idea?" Jax complains, wiping his silver-edged broadsword clean of viscera under a nearby fountain. He's limping; the stalker managed to get in a good bite on his calf. "Graaah that stings! Of course it got loose! It's a bloody stalker!" 

Stalker venom is nasty stuff, able to kill a normal human in minutes. Seekers are highly resistant to poison though, so he’s not in any danger of dying. He will, however, be miserable for the next few days while the venom works its way out of his body.

I chuckle and pat him on the shoulder. "You did well in there," I say, crouching down next to him and inspecting the wound on his leg while pulling my aid kit out of my coat. Seeker long-coats are quite possibly my favorite piece of gear besides my coach-gun, Sophia. Essentially a collection of pockets sewn into a knee-length overcoat, the heavy leather is treated with both oil and magic to repel water, acid, and insects. Strips of fine chainmail sewn into the sleeves, shoulders, and chest offer protection that I've needed more often than I like to admit.

A tap on my shoulder makes me turn, one hand going to my blades as I curse myself for my own distraction. When a young page jumps away from me, eyes round with fear, I curse again and bare my empty hands to reassure him.

"Sorry, lad, I didn't hear you," I say gently with an apologetic smile, keeping my hands where he can see them. He's more startled than properly afraid, but I take care to keep from frightening him again. Gods above, but we must be a sight after dealing with the blasted stalker. "We just finished a nasty fight in there, so I'm still a little keyed up."

The boy nods once and grins, showing two missing teeth. "Aye, sirrah, no harm done," he says, then holds out his mark book. "Gots a message for ye here, if'n ye'll sign for't."

I scribble down my signature and hand him back the book along with two silver regents, which he takes with a pleased grin. 

"Thankee, sirrah!" he says with delight, and hands me the tightly furled message scroll. "Ye be have'n a good day now!" He gives me a little salute with two fingers and then dashes off up the street to deliver his next message. 

I unroll the parchment and quickly scan the contents. What I read chills me. Jax picks up on my mood instantly. 

"Trouble, sir?" he asks, more curious than concerned. 

"Aye, trouble," I agree, catching his attention. Without preamble, I hand him the scroll as I return to dealing with his leg. 

"By order of High Marshal Djared Imtaral, Commander of Imperial Seeker Operations," Jax reads aloud. "Seeker Second Class Zepara Alchanic and Seeker First Class Jaxus Luteno are hereby ordered to proceed with all haste to the city of Strovostgard. A high priority target has been identified in the area. You are to rendezvous with an additional five Seeker teams that have been dispatched and then report to Deputy Marshal Singaren. Additional details will be made available upon arrival." 

Jax's eyes have gone round with surprise, and he turns to look at me. "Six Seeker teams, including us? Depending on the size of the team, that's anywhere from twelve to sixteen of us! The amount of force that many Seekers could bring to bear–" He trials off. 

I nod grimly, tying off the bandage with a careful tug. 

"What on earth could require so many of us?" he says quietly, more to himself than to me, but I answer him anyway, knowing that he's badly shaken at the thought of such a dangerous creature. I know I sure as hell was, the first time.

"The worst kind of monster a Seeker can face," I tell him, getting to my feet and collecting my gear. "Come. This isn't the kind of thing to talk about in the street. Let's head back to the barracks and I'll tell you about the kind of creature that can haunt a Seeker's nightmares."