Have you ever broken the law and what is the story behind it? Bonus points for multiple stories
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[Image ID: a The Magnus Archives comic in scales of greens, illustrating a moment from episode 129
The first three panels are close-ups of Jon.
Panel 1. Jon has a hand behind his head and is looking up, he has an expression of annoyance and embarassment on his face. He says "God knows what. and i can't talk to Melanie.
I suppose" and stops talking abruptly.
Panel 2. Jon lets his hand fall down his neck and looks to the side in embarassement, he makes an unintelligible sound.
Panel 3. Jon lets his arm fall down and looks Martin in the eyes, he has a sad and earnest look on his face. he says "I miss you"
The central panel is a medium shot of Martin and Jon.
Panel 4. Martin and Jon are facing each other, Martin is holding some files and has a look of disbelief on his face. he lets out a small laugh and says "Really?" Jon looks up at him with a sad expression and blushed cheeks.
The next two panels, in the corners of the page, are close-ups of Jon on the right and Martin on the left.
Panel 5. Jon looks up at martin with a look of surrender and yearning and a deeper blush. He says "yeah"
Panel 6. Martin looks down at Jon with a surprised face. realising he was actually being honest. He thinks "oh." /.End]
still trying to figure out my designs for these two but after listening to MAG 129 the worms in my brain took over
i'm vv new to tma but i sense an hyperfixation coming
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Well I got to the part that explains why everyone ships marcille with falin, but what about that kabru guy, why does everyone ship him with laios????
And then
Immediately followed by:
And
Yeah okay I get it now.
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“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Want me to kiss it where it hurts?” Kirishima purrs up at you, his place between your thighs seemingly the closest thing he can get to ascension. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out, any red swallowed up by the lust pooling in his eyes. he looks like the picture of adoration and worship, all faux worry and pure hunger as he bounces between your gaze and the pretty picture that twitches in front of his face. his eyes cross to watch the slick ooze from your hole, sighing.
“It’s the least you could do for me,” you pout to him, running your nails through his soft locks, tugging a little meanly at the root. “After using me like a toy on your cock for so long.” Your words are sighed wistfully, your eyes betraying just how much you want his mouth on you as he wants to taste you. Kiri moans at that, quiet and in the back of his throat, but you hear it none the less.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he repents, but it’s all for naught when his tongue laves over your sensitivity and doesn’t let up until you’re crying from the overstimulation once more. he’s so sorry—that you can only cum so many times before you tap out. he’s so sorry—that your thighs are more sore from tightening up around his head than his working jaw. he’s so sorry—that you’re so addicting, that he can lay between your legs until his last breath leaves him.
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