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vielle-art · 22 days

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animators are wizards and i refuse to work through fundamentals, here’s a simple lil jasmine moment~

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greasydumbfuck · 13 days

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i like thinking about how all the versions of frank i know are so gentle with civilians in a certain way. its always "it was my pleasure", "youre safe im not going to hurt you" and "just stay still youre fine" while hes defusing an actual bomb. its always we cant shoot at the strip club because the workers are going to get injured and we cant have that above most else. the punisher is big and scary and kills people without a second thought but if you didnt ask to be there and are just a regular guy wrapped up in situations way beyond you he is also so gentle and its driving me insane

#marvel #frank castle #the punisher #i had a day of going insane today over him btw #i spent like an hour laying in bed with my giant teddy bear just yearning #AND YK WHAT when he doesnt let people tag along its not just because hes an edgy asshole and theyll bother him #but also bc if they tag along theyre just more likely to get hurt!! and thats like the thing hes doing his best to avoid!!!#man cant blow up a ship because a whole TWO innocents are on board so this is a rescue mission now above most else #idk. i like it. hes an antihero cuz he kill people sure but dont come at me with some fucking 'oh he doesnt care to save people' shit #cuz he does even if he may not admit it verbally

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zombiekillerbiceps · 1 year

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Because I Love You

Note: No one asked for this but here it is anyways, please read the content list as this one! Be safe, I have other fics if this one isn’t for you.

Content: 3.8k words, 18+, NSFW, Leon x Reader, CNC with enthusiastic consent, knife play, boot kink, glove kink, pain play, primal play, edge play/ breath play, home invasion roleplay, degradation, humiliation, manipulation kink, oral (m receiving), they/them reader, ooc Leon (I think, even how I normally characterize him, but oooooh I just want him to hurt me)

Leon gets home from a difficult mission and gives in to reader’s request to use them for stress relief... but maybe they underestimated how much stress he was carrying.

It was pretty late at night. You were lounging on the couch in a pair of Leon’s boxers, a bottle of lazily sipped wine on the floor beside you, flicking through the channels. Leon was on one of those long work trips he couldn’t call you for. Anxiety knotted into a pit in your stomach. You worried about him. You didn’t know what he did for work, but you knew it was dangerous. You saw the dark, weary look in his eyes and the scars that danced across his body. He always came home so... tense. Like he was filled with a frustration he couldn’t release, an abundance of adrenaline with no way to burn it. The last time he came home like that, you practically begged him to use you as release. He refused. He didn’t want to “hurt” you.

You thought about that answer while you sipped the wine again. It helped to ease that anxious knot in your stomach. You drank more when he was away. You had trouble sleeping otherwise.

He definitely could hurt you, you thought. God, he was strong enough. He knew enough about the human body to know exactly how. He was pretty adept with that knife of his too. He worked it into your nights together on occasion since the last time got such... rewarding results from you. You closed your eyes as you remembered it... the glint of silver steel, the sharp pain of it tracing a thin line into your shouder, the threat of it against your throat...

You reached your hand down to your heat when your phone rang out. You picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Is that offer still on the table?” Leon’s voice emanated over the speaker. It sounded... tired, yes, but there was something else under it. A danger that dripped from his words like black honey.

“Uh, depends which one?” You sat up, bringing the bottle to your lips for another sip.

“The one where I use you.”

A thrill ran straight to your core. You tried to cover up your loss of words with a drink of wine, leaving him on the cusp of tension. One more sip, for bravery, and then you gave an affirmative.

“What kind of wine are you drinking?”

“What?” You looked around the dark living room, your eyes still not adjusted from staring at the TV. “How did you know...?”

A chill took you then as a sharp, cold wind whipped through the house. Your eyes drifted over to the front door. It sat open.

How did you not hear him unlock the door?

You stared at it frozen in place. The door seemed to swing shut on it’s own. He wanted you to know he’d gotten in unnoticed. How long had he been watching you?

You were dimly aware of the line going dead. The high pitched whine barely heard over the sound of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest.

Your instincts brought you back into sharp focus at the sound of combat boots on hardwood floors. He was approaching you fast. Then he materialized, long strides making quick work of the living room. The flickering of the light revealed little more than what was bare skin. His arms, his face - harshly shadowed by the raw TV light.

Then the TV went black, and the room plunged into empty darkness. The sound of his boots were silenced.

You held your breath.

A sharp noise from the movie. The room lights up. Leon is just a few feet away, moving as silently as a ghost. His intense expression is made sinister by the harsh light his sharp features.

Your brain screamed danger as fight or flight kicked in. Self preservation is making decisions for you and your hand tightens around the wine bottle. It’s lofted above your head and then released, sailing right towards him.

The motherfucker catches it. Mid-air. He never breaks his stride, his eyes never leave yours; the best defense option you had barely even an inconvenience that takes him no effort to deflect. He leaves it on a side table as he advances towards you.

Fear flows through you like an animal caught in a trap. The heat between your legs quickly follows.

The TV goes black. The room goes dark.

You turn to run but you barely make it a few steps. You don't even hear him coming. I mean, he's wearing big ass combat boots, why can't you hear him behind you?! His hand grabs your elbow and you let out a surprised shriek, cut short when your momentum is redirected into the wall. Your back hits it hard enough to make you whimper.

"Shit," Leon hisses. "Are you-"

"It was hot," you tell him quickly, shutting him up.

Then he's on you again, kissing your neck. One hand holds your jaw in a rough grip and you recognize the feeling of his leather gloves. You try to turn your head but he holds you fast. Demanding. His mouth descends on your pulse, then the thin skin of your throat, then the soft curve beneath your ear. You whimper. Your hips rock towards him already needy for him. He licks down your neck leaving a warm trail that quickly goes cold in the night air. Then he's biting the muscle above your collar bone, hard enough to make you wince. Your hand comes up to his head and you try to push him off.

He doesn't even budge. Your other hand comes up to the broad of his chest and you try to use the wall as leverage. You might as well be doing nothing at all.

"Leon," you whimper. He releases his teeth from your neck with a chuckle that curls fear inside you. He likes seeing you helpless.

His hands take your wrists, leading them above your head. You try to squirm out of his grasp. Partly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of pinning you. Partly out of the fear of what he could do if you can’t push him away, his entire aura shifted to something more angry and dangerous than usual.

"Don't pretend like you don't like it," he says into the angle of your jaw. He leaves soft kisses there while he effortlessly pins your arms above your head. He holds them there with one hand.

The other gropes and squeezes it’s way down your body. Your chest, your side, your waist. He grabs a hold of your hips, thumb perfectly lining up with the dune of your hipbone. He pulls your hips towards him harshly enough to draw a noise from your lips. He works his knee between your thighs, then pushes them open. You swallows any protests with a kiss. His knee presses against your sensitive cunt and you whimper against his lips in response.

“Ohh, what happened to all the struggling?” Leon mocks you, punctuating his words by squeezing your wrists hard enough to bruise. His hand comes up under your t-shirt and you shiver against the sensation of his gloves on your bare skin. You melt. Fucking putty in his hands.

You open your mouth to speak, but he grinds his knee into you, and the only sound you can make is a desperate whine. He makes a satisfied hum, doing it again, obviously reveling in the power he has over you.

You try to meet his gaze. You want to say something smart or mean, but the look in his eyes levels you. Already obscured by darkness, something else hides in his expression. A genuine anger in his eyes that made you nervous.

Warmth burns in you as you realize you might be playing with real fire. You take in the sight of him. Broad chest in tactical gear- the knife holster a hopeful promise of things to come- his knee pressed against you still. His strong arms cornering this little section of the world off to just the two of you. Your eyes travel back to his and you can’t help but smile mischievously. Then you turn your head and bite into his arm, grinding your hips down against him at the same time.

You expect him to hiss an insult. To degrade you. To threaten to punish you for being such a difficult little slut, always pushing the limits. He just goes still. His muscles flex as if he’s containing something. Silent.

Methodically, his hands moved down your limbs to your head with surgical precision. The nervousness builds in you. His fingers practically envelop your skull. With one harsh movement, he’s pushed you down onto your knees. He undoes his belt and pulls himself free, his beautiful cock glistening with pre-cum. One gloved hand presses hard into your jaw. Harder. His thumb pressing against the muscles there until you open your mouth for him. The head of his cock comes to rest against your lips.

The taste of salt and Leon’s soap is too tempting to resist. He was usually such a giver, and when you went down on him, he always liked it slow. You lick up the length of his cock and he shivers in response. He drops his hands to your shoulders and you watch his forearms flex in pleasure. Your tongue swirls around his soft tip, and then you take him into your mouth soft and sweet.

Except... this time he doesn’t respond with shaking breaths and high pitched whimpers. Not even an utterance of your name. Insecurity flashes through you - you were sure this is how he usually liked it. Were you not doing well enough for him? You cast your eyes upwards for guidance, barely able to see him in the dark.

“You really think that’s going to cut it?” His voice is cold and hard. Then his hands are on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock so fast and deep you almost gag. You pull away to drag a sharp breath into your lungs, abdomen muscles flexing.

“You want to be fucked like a slut, you’re going to have to earn it.” He pulls you back down onto him.

Suppressing the urge to gag brings tears to your eyes, and it isn’t long until they’re falling down your cheek, mingling with the saliva making a mess of your mouth and chin. Wet, choking noises echo into the empty hall. When you start to slow, whimpering from the effort, he’s quick to pick up the slack. He thrusts his hips forward, pinning your head between him and the wall. You choke and gag around him, struggling to adjust around the brutal pace he sets, fucking your throat like you're nothing to him but a toy. Your hands come up to his hips, but he wrenches them away with a furious grunt.

He pulls out suddenly, thick strands of saliva dripping off his cock. His breathing is hard and sweat rolls down the lines of his ab muscles. Your shoulders slump and you try to catch your breath. You’re absolutely spent. How humiliating that he didn’t even have to touch you to keep you wet for him, a vague sense of disgust emanating through your core.

“Was that good enough?” you weakly ask, but you might as well be begging him to fuck you for the look in your eyes. You don’t even bother to wipe the spit from your chin or the tears from your cheeks. You hope the sight gets under his skin so he can fuck you just as rough as he did your throat.

“I don’t buy it,” he says. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and frustration.

“What?”

“I just don’t buy that you want me to fuck you.”

You’re about to ask what you can possibly do more to prove it when something hard presses against your warmth, pushing your soaked boxers against you. You look down do see Leon presenting his boot. Steel toed and tightly tied, the mere sight of them would be enough to get you to blush. But this?

You look up at him, but all he does is look back at you, expectantly. Your can feel the heat creeping up your neck as you adjust to straddle his boot. You keep hoping he’ll just end your suffering by mocking you for even considering it, but it never comes. The cold, hard leather against you sends a wave of electricity through your body. Your hips are moving on their own. Your body desperate for anything it can get, chasing it’s high no matter how humiliating. You turn your face away from him, unable to stand him looking at you like this. Grinding against his boot...

“There they are. My desperate little bitch,” his voice has the first touch of warmth it’s had all night. It’s enough to spurn you on, the heat coiling in your abdomen. You pick up the pace against your will, your body chasing ecstasy like an uncaged animal. And Leon just watches you, expression never changing, never reaching down to touch you. God, were you really going to cum on his boot while he looked at you like that?

He kneeled down to one knee, doing his best not to disturb your work. His strong hands take hold of your hips and push you harder against his boot, dragging your hips up and down. You moan, tears collecting in your eyes again. You can’t believe you’re enjoying this. Even - no, especially because it hurt. You were getting closer, your moans coming faster.

“Beg for it,” Leon orders.

“Please let me cum, Leon, please.”

“Tsk. Not that,” he pulls his boot away like he's disgusted and you whimper in protest. Then, as if you were light as a feather, he’s tossing you to the side. You catch yourself on your elbows and feel them scrape against the hardwood. Your hips grind against the air as they searched for any friction at all that would send you over the edge. They found nothing.

“You’re pathetic.” He sounds bored as he stands to his full height above you.

You watch a gloved hand pull the knife from it’s sheath at his chest. It captures his full attention, glinting in the light of the TV behind him. When he speaks, it's almost to the room.

“Isn’t this your favourite part? Where you try and fail to escape?”

You don’t move. He flips the knife in the air, catching it by the tip of the blade, and then again to catch it by the handle. He admires it as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Start crawling,” he suggests.

You push yourself onto tired, shaking limbs and try to get up. They give out on you. You pull yourself forward on your elbows instead. You hear the floorboard creek beneath his weight. The another. Then another. You feel small crawling beneath him, listening to the gentle whirl of the blade as he tosses it in the air. The floorboard creaked again, then again.

You turned to look at him. You were almost overwhelmed at how he towered above you. His broad shoulders blocking out the light in the hallway. One hand busy toying with the knife, the other pulling his pants further down his hips. He was clearly taking his time.

“You ever wonder why you like to fight so much?” You watch boot follow boot in lazy strides until they were at either side of your ribcage, standing above you.

“Should I let you get away again?” he asks, but then he’s dropping to his knees, pinning you beneath him. Fear takes hold of your vocal chords and you make a desperate noise, pushing at his legs. “Will you just give in already?”

He readjusts, turning your body to face him. Your heart is hammering in your chest. One gloved hand finds your neck, squeezing tightly, his palm pressing against your throat just hard enough to hurt. You feel lightheaded. Then weightless. Panic starts rising in you while it still has time to, Leon pushing you to your limits. Your vision starts to go dark around the edges. You bring a hand up, tapping his arm three times - your safe signal.

He releases and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath, and for a minute you’re almost angry. But the growing wet between your legs betrays you to yourself, forcing you to admit you liked being pushed to the edge. An exhilarated smile picks up the corners of your mouth and Leon, intently waiting for you to lead, just watches.

“More,” is all you need to say, and he’s on you again. Hand lighter on your throat, he brandishes the knife to catch your eye. It makes contact with your skin and you fight to control a shiver.

It curls around your shoulder, then down your collar bone. The curved point leaving a thin, red cut beneath the bone. You gasp, back arching into the sting. He withdraws.

“If you keep fucking squirming, I’m going to hurt you for real.” It’s as much a warning as it is a threat, and the dark rasp of his voice sends a chill down your spine.

When you go still again, he continues. The knife crosses your chest, taking it’s time tracing each and every one of your ribs. He draws a bead of blood there, before lifting the blade again. You moan, squeezing your thighs together to keep from moving your hips. The anticipation almost too much for you. But the movement catches his eye. He sheaths the knife, and then he’s prying your thighs apart so hard you feel the ache in your hips. You try to shimmy away, but his hands hold your thighs fast against him.

“Fucking, hold still,” he grunts, squeezing his hands around the squish of your thighs hard enough that you make a noise. "What part of stop squirming do you not get?"

Your hand comes up to his hips, trying to hold them at a distance, but it doesn’t help. He pulls you closer to him and you feel his cock hard and leaking over your boxers. Fuck, you almost come undone all over again. Feeling him pressed against you like this... his cock easily reaching your belly button, reminding you how deep inside you he could be.

“Leon, please,” you whimper.

“Please what?” He asks. You feel the cold blade against the tender, exposed part of your thigh.

“Please fuck me.”

He grunts, a noise that commits to nothing. He pulls the fabric of your boxers off your body and slips the knife beneath it. He cuts the thin fabric off of you in a show of strength and skill that intimidates you.

He leans over you slowly, his hips pressed flush against yours, his cock pressed against where you want it most. A gloved hand comes up to your face then, holding your jaw hard as he turns your face away from his. The knife's beautiful surface approaches your cheek. Your breath picks up, fear coursing through you. He says nothing, and it makes it all the more terrifying. Your instincts freeze every muscle in your body.

“You asked for this,” he reminds you, tracing the curve of your cheek. You bite your lip.

He sheaths the knife, and you realize then that he's still entirely dressed, his pants only pulled down enough to fuck you. He shifts his hips, lining up with your needy hole. You’re already moaning for him.

“Begging me to use you like this, begging me to hurt you like this.” He pushes into you, your cunt struggling to adjust to his size. He only makes it a couple inches. He pulls out of you, then thrusts again, moaning as he does. This time when he pushes into you, he completely fills you. You both release an almost victorious sigh.

“Always fucking struggling. Can never just make it easy,” he growls, that angry look in his eye. His jaw flexes. Your cunt tenses around him.

He thrusts into you again, and again, so hard it feels like he could fuck you in half. He dips his face into your neck, moaning.

"You want me to force you onto my cock." His voice tightened with effort, but never lost that black-honey edge. "Can't say no to you. Do this because I love you."

You reach up and cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric. His words shouldn't thrill you, but they did. Your eyes flutter closed. Your body shook beneath him.

“So fucked up,” Leon’s hips start to pick up their pace. You wrap your legs around him, encouraging him, pulling him deeper into you. You find yourself moaning his own words back at him; so fucked up, so fucked up.

Fuck, he felt so good. The two of you dissolved into senseless babbling, saying whatever it took to push each other closer to the edge. A meaningless cloud of fuck and just like that and you begged for this until neither of you could form words at all. Your pace became erratic, moaning into each other’s necks, limbs tightening around each other as you both approached your highs.

“Fuck, fuck, m’so-” you barely manage, panting and moaning through your words. Your thighs tighten around him and he groans in response.

And then you’re coming undone together. His hips driving his cock as deep as they can with the primal need to fuck his cum deeper inside you. You take it, greedily, breathlessly as your own climax rocks through your body like an earthquake.

He rests his forehead against your chest while he pulls out of you, then collapses onto the hardwood floor of the hallway beside you. He turns you onto your side and buries his head against your back, forearms tight against your chest while he hugs you close to him.

“I didn’t think,” you take a deep breath, trying not to pant through your sentence, “that when I asked you to use me after your work trips, that it’d be like that.”

“Bad?” He asks, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“No, no,” you rush to recover the situation. You lace your fingers with his, “Of course not.”

He says nothing. You turn to look at him, and there’s that distant, angry look on his face.

“Are you okay...?”

“I wish I could tell you about it,” he says. You hum as acknowledgement, wishing you could say anything, but feeling like nothing was the right thing to say. Instead you just let him hold you for awhile.

“Time to shower?” you offer eventually.

You feel his muscles flex beneath you. Tension suddenly crackles in the air. His hand is on your hip. He uses his body weight to push you over, his full frame pinning you in place, still-hard cock slipping between your thighs.

“No. I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy cnc #Slasher!Leon #Resident Evil smut #resident evil fanfic #re4r Leon #knife kink #i'm done tagging #I don't know what else to say about this man I want Leon to hate fuck me idk #as always! comments and reblogs are welcome and encouraging!

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lil-ms-dipst · 2 months

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Montague x Midas call that shit M&M.

#dipstickdraws #montague fortnite #midas fortnite #montague x midas #idk what else to tag this as ngl #gay af #Also I didnt know how fucking sickly pale Midas was until I saw him in-game and I'm like “holy moly he like me”#get that man out into the sun NOW

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navnae · 2 years

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I will never stop talking about this!!!!! Why does every anti ignore this scene like COME ONNNNNNN

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justakiro · 8 months

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AVOID THE MAIN CASTS!! (INTRO)

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୨୧ — ꒰GENSHIN IMPACT CAST X REINCARNATED!Reader (INTRO)

୨୧ — ꒰You've just been reincarnated into the vast world of genshin impact! But you had instead reincarnated as a npc! How will you slowly fit in to a new environment and body?

A/n: Yes I do genshin impact and twisted wonderland. This is just random and I don't think I would be making part two till I can think of the full storyline

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The sounds of people chattering and wind blowing were heard as people strolled through the city of Mondstadt.

The legendary honorary knight Aether. Had just finished his preparations for his next adventure to Liyue along with his travel companion Paimon.

They setted off to their adventure to Liyue, after helping solve Mondstadts problem with Dvalin. And soon brought back peace to the city.

'Are they finally gone?'

Name thought to themselves while hiding in a alleyway looking left and right, the people passing by couldn't really notice the strange behavior of the person.

After Name confirmed the person who they were looking for was gone, they slowly got out of the alleyway and back into the light.

Name slowly walked into the city of Mondstadt, trying to not stand out too much and blend in with the loud crowd of people.

'You might be asking me, why the heck are you acting so shady Name?'

Name said, thinking in their head like they were some sort of narrator.

'To answer your question, I just want to avoid any important characters in the story! Because I want to live my peaceful life!'

Name continued to say those things in their head while glancing around their surroundings carefully.

Let's have an actual explanation now.

Name was a normal human, living in earth peacefully, or so they thought till they were crushed by falling cement when an earthquake was happening.

They thought it was the end and all of it will just be completely black, Till they suddenly got reincarnated as an NPC of Genshin Impact!

The body Name reincarnated wasn't really special, just another npc to fill in the surroundings. The npc had no name in Name's perspective, Heck when Name looks at the information of the NPC it would just be blank.

Name was confused at first with the sudden change, but then after 2 weeks of being in an NPC'S body they got used to it.

But they've read all the Mangas and shows, the moment you try to make contact with the Mc or an important character something is bound to come falling down on you.

So, name was actually going to be smart(ish), by avoiding contact with the important characters at all costs!.

The past 2 weeks it's been smooth sailing and their plan was working! All Name had to do was continue the plan for their entire life and it would feel just like home.. Kinda.

Present time, Mondstat city

Name wandered around the city for a bit, buying groceries and foods that can benefit them while also taking some unique things that they're unfamiliar with on earth.

Name looked around their surroundings for a few seconds, making sure that they were away from any important casts to not get dragged into destruction.

They sighed in relief after the coast was clear, they happily hummed a song holding their groceries and was making their way back home for lunch.

After all what happened, nothing too bad came up with their life. And Name wanted it to stay that way, peace and quiet without fighting and chaos. After all, They are just an NPC.

"Milk, butter, eggs, onion..."

Name checked their groceries, making sure they didn't forget anything. Unbeknownst to Name, they bumped into someone's back.

Name jolted a bit in suprise "I'm so sorry!" Name began to apologize to the person bowing their head a bit, after a moment they raised their head to look at the person they bumped into. Their heart dropping in the process

"Hm? Oh it's fine! Are you alright?"

A girl with a red headband and brown hazel eyes with long brown hair said to Name with a smile. Name couldn't believe that this was happening, just their luck that they bumped into Outrider Amber.

Amber is a kind and enthusiastic character in genshin impact, and also one of the first starter characters you achieve when you first start the game.

Name gulped and shaked their head, hoping they wouldn't mess up with their words

"No, I'm fine. I apologize for bumping into you, if you don't mind I'll be going now"

Name said turning around sweat dropping if they seemed like a nervous wreck, Amber tilted her head at Name's behavior

"You seem agitated, is there something wrong?"

Amber said raising a brow, Name shook their head again "No! Oh-- what I meant was there's nothing wrong, just in a hurry haha"

Name said in a more calm tone to lower down Amber's suspicions. Amber nodded placing her hand on her chest

"I see, well then please take care. If anything becomes a bother to you, just call Outrider Amber!"

Amber said in an enthusiastic tone, smiling at Name. They nodded "Will do, Thank you" Name said waving goodbye to Amber

"Good bye Name!"

Amber said waving goodbye to Name. Name continued to walk home with a smile on their face, feeling more calm and relaxed after the unexpected encounter with an important cast.

"I guess that wasn't so bad"

Name mumbled to themselves with a small smile, just as they were about to reach their door they stopped mid way. Their eyes slowly starting to widen

"Wait, When did I give my name to her?"

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A/n: I didn't double check this so its shitty, anyway next post will be TWST unless I got an idea for this one

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xav1p1zza · 4 months

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The [spider] gang!1!!1!!1!

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clits-and-clips · 2 months

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Spiralling AGAIN would you believe it

#txt #trying to figure it out #i tried to be there for jim and listen to him and be a good partner #but he barely opened up #i didnt know he wanted to leave me #he chose to open up when i was mad #so i didnt respond #so that i didnt yell #not that that is his fault #i should have done better #but i couldny #in that house #i was so overstimulated all the fucking tome #time #like always #and i didnt even realise it #until he kicked me put #out*#and now im just guilty over everything.#why wasnt i better #why cpuldnt i be better #its not fair that he didnt tell me #3 months and you really couldnt tell me what was on your mind #thats unfair man #i was trying so hard to be better #to do better #giving him space is almost impossible #hes my best friend and my soul mate #i dont want to talk to anyone else tbh #so being ignored is like a knife to my chest and idk what to do about it and this is my last tag i can put it and i just dont even know

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peppermintpegis · 6 months

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netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

#one piece #opla #the fleshing out of koby and helmeppo is like honestly good its a beacon of light its truly really fun #and all the actors are great it is just what they are given .#they didnt let nami do any real betraying. they didnt even have her steal the merry!! she just stole the map that they added in!!!!#ddont get me started on the gutting of sanjis intro. i dont give a shit about if don krieg appears or not i need to see this guy fuckin #feed the hand thats about to kill him im going to start shaking like a dog.#im almost madder krieg appeared for just a little id rather have that time be used for. anything else really.#like have one of arlongs guys starved half to death when they get to arlong park!or idk anything! no gin appears look its gin! you know him #sanji doesnt even get to beat the shit out of a shitty guest. like i guess he does a little but it feels so blink and you miss it #+the first like two eps were good!! buggys great hes scary and weird and fun. i dont mind that he sticks around longer in theory #but the way he is comedic relief instead of basically every character having funny bits is like. ahghhhgggg. its a symptom of this really #mean and edgy feeling the whole thing has. like the removal of people missing usopps pirate calling :( and how cocoyashi didnt know #nami was working to help them. like p. please. can we have caring and bonds in this world?? trust and love???#anyway. sorry for having expectations of a netflix show im so close to putting this into a more proper form rather than tags. just to get i #all out of my system cause fuck man.#anyway solid 7/10 not as bad as it couldve been

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navnae · 1 year

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I don’t think season 5 could handle the judgmental looks from Steve AND Eddie. It would’ve been too much, their constant eye rolls and comebacks combined would be a sight to see. Imagine two hot guys being complete bitches on half an hour episodes while lusting over each other in the process. Tv couldn’t handle that, I personally couldn’t handle that 😖

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merwynsartblog · 5 months

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@chibifox2002 owns all these ocs mama d, manny the moth and connie dot- (ey that rhymed! lmao) I FUCKING. LOVE. THESE. SILLIES. i really do- i never interact with the posts but please know i love em so badly and they are so neat!!! i highly recommend going to see their acc they make wonderful ocs

#i was orignially gonna do a oc interaction thing but i wanted to just doodle some sillies #they are so fucking neat i cannot stand it man-#kirby oc #my art #not my ocs #idk what else to tag lmao

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mwagneto · 10 months

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yknow posting about gomens 4-5 years ago it never even occured to me that we'd get a season 2 and I'd be forced to read those posts back but now i'm genuinely curious what 3-5-however many years from now me will feel backreading this month(s?)-long post-s2 mental breakdown. hi i hope im doing ok out there

#most of my posts arent made with the doomed surety that i will be reading them again years later but #i also tag and catalogue everything meticulously for the specific purpose of being able to #find everything years later so yknow. like im aware but not aware #I hope whenever I find this again I already have a degree and managed to get outta this fucking country. or so help me #found some messages from a few years ago that were like idk what I'll be doing in 2022 hopefully I'll be somewhere else #seeing that in 2023 after having completely forgotten about it was. hitting ngl like oh man. you had such high hopes #but i cannot be here in 3 years i literally cannot it's killing me. im getting a bachelor's and never looking back inshallah #barking #good omens #gomens

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many-gay-magpies · 5 days

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i am becoming increasingly sure as time goes on that my gender is Not Cis but its like. not enough for me to do anything like god forbid tell my parents. not bc they wouldn't be ACCEPTING but because i don't feel like they'd UNDERSTAND and trying to explain it to them would be too much work when i A) barely even know how to describe it to MYSELF and B) feel comfortable enough being described as a woman/girl/female/whatever. like if im fine enough being called a girl and im comfortable in my body and don't yet feel a need to use pronouns other than she/her then what's the point of trying to explain to my mom that i find the concept of gender pretty much inapplicable to myself/kind of confining and i feel more like an amorphous forest creature than a Girl and i wouldnt mind being perceived more masculine sometimes by society at large and gender questions on forms make me uncomfortable because i'm never totally sure what to answer.

#the other day i was filling out a housing application with my parents and i noticed rhey had a TON of gender options (which rocks)#and i went back to check them out and said out loud 'i just wanted to see what they were since they had so many'#and my mom goes 'well it doesnt matter since you dont identify as anything else' (i picked woman)#and i just. felt so mildy uncomfortable. because like. shes not WRONG. i havent TOLD HER if i identify as anything else because i don't KNO #like. if i pick woman it feels a little weird and not entirely correct but if i think about picking genderqueer or something it ALSO feels #weird because it feels like im not not-woman enough to PICK something else #its just fucking weird man #and like. i know if i TRIED to explain she would hear me out and be accepting and loving and everything because she rocks #but i dont wanna make her SAD or make her feel like she needs to treat me any differently because she DOESNT #(sad because shes expressed in the past that the worst possible thing she cannimagine is her child feeling uncomfortable in their own skin)#(which i DONT i feel VERY COMFORTABLE in my skin. i LIKE my skin and my body and everything that comes with it.)#(but like. idk how to SAY THAT$#)#(and i dont feel any of this intensely enough for explaining it to be WORTH IT)#ugh.#UGH #magpie thoughts #gender tag

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twilightarcade · 7 months

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oc-tober day 27 - monster!

#notwordswordstag #anyways we're so fucking back. Sorry for missing literally a third of the month goodlord #bweirdOCtober #oc-tober #ok idk what i want as a caption all significant thoughts are going into tags today #we missed friends week because of That. Luckily every week is friends week when I'm around #doing that.. hopefully this week? That said it /is/ halloween so it might leak over #anyways monster au.so funny 2 me like what if everything was the exact same except they we freaky little creatures #wouldn't that be fun. The answer is yes. I am having fun #maaaan i was supposed 2 draw something else I think. Here we are anywyas #didn't think about it too much #erm.. in terms of life news? may pick up the saxophone. For like 2 seconds.#or i'll teach myself piano that would be fun (and relatively easy given. Piano)#who knows. Maybe we'll do nothing.#but what if i'm REALLY good at sax. What if it's actually my true calling. Clearly not a flute player.#Man I hate the flute #ok im tired besties bye 4ever 🫶🫶🫶🫶

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midnight-versse · 2 months

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It makes me SO SICK how this so-called system expects us to followthese cultural norms and stupid societal expectations that contribute to such a narrow focus on a specific profession and competitive exams. It's like we're all being funneled down the same path, even if it leads absolutely nowhere. No one should feel pressured to conform to someone else's idea of success. Success isn't one-size-fits-all, anyhow.

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j3llyf1shdust · 3 months

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I dunno, I just wanted to glitter him up ig? Imma post both the render and the flats, since I absolutely adore both

idk im pretty proud of this <3

should I make a tutorial for how I rendered the glitter? because I do not have a brush for glitter and did this by hand! (also a mutual of mine said that you guys would “eat it up” or something)

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