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#poor thing
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when you have to become a sasaeng to save his life 😔
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milk-sharks · 4 months
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bad mood bad mood
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crocchompers · 1 month
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more feral beta because he deserves the spot light once again
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scribble0rat · 1 month
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lil trolls finds small armadillo thing in the wild
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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 months
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how far would König be willing to go for a really masochistic gf? what would his limits be? or would he just reject it entirely? 🤔
Ohhh König would have such a hard time with a masochist darling because
Does he want to edge you to the point of tears? Yes!
Does he want to torture you with orgasm denial? Yes, yes, yes!
Does he want to mark your whole body with hickeys and spank you a bit? Sure, why not! Naughty girl :)
But if you want to go beyond some light choking, König becomes a total pussy. He starts to literally sweat when asked to actually hurt you.
He would love to have you as his own personal (sex) slave, he likes to have financial control, “pretends” he knows everything better than you and therefore is suited to boss you around and tell you what to do. He’d enjoy it if you walked around the house naked, got him a beer and gave him a blowjob while he’s resting on the sofa, watching tv as if it’s normal that you treat him like a king when he’s at home. He’d have such a soft spot for a darling who runs to take his boots off when he returns home. Like, let’s be real, this man wants to own you.
But inflicting pain on your sweet body is something König won’t do even if you’re begging at his feet :/ (please keep begging though… he’s already hard)
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moodyvoid · 1 year
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[caws traumatically]
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draakart · 1 year
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Snake keeping be like
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cillixn · 5 months
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me when my tummy hurt 😔
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nandorfucks · 2 years
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you're laughing? nandor has terminal stupid little fuck disease and you're laughing?
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starredforest · 5 months
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????????
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rednleafff · 3 months
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Are Yummi a prankster like her old man?
She’s not a prankster much B U T as one of Leo’s main victims in his pranks
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That she falls for most times until ( she starts to be suspicious about everything - and Leo calls her paranoid for that lol) she tries ( and fails ) to prank Leo- but being the prankster master - it’s almost impossible to win against him
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So she usually pranks only Leo , and almost always fails to do so 0(-(
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willowser · 6 months
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the really funny thing about kirishima making it through nnn is him finding out everybody else didn't, all "what do you mean you guys failed ??? 😟😟" LMAO he feels so betrayed !!! so "we were supposed to be in this together !!"
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xysidhequeen · 6 months
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Equilibrium
So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.
It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end. 
The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves. 
They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.
The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.
The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later. 
But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.
Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer. 
Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.
Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected. 
Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women. 
Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.
The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went. 
No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.
Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.
So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'. 
The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic. 
Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished. 
Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists. 
But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?
Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless. 
Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said. 
They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late. 
It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread. 
The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative. 
'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers. 
More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. 
Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again. 
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crocchompers · 1 month
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When Feral Beta is sad or upset he will walk over to the person closest to him, and he will curl up next to their feet and lay there
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Feral struggles, as I said before he's not strong so it's difficult for him to get out of situations, most importantly...after he's eaten he hates being picked up and tries getting away as quickly as possible
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yelow-heart · 2 months
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Is Tubbo becoming the Leonardo DiCaprio of Streamer Awards? Kkkkkkkkkkkk
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lingrimmart · 5 months
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Saved this little baby from a very bad place. Now he is slowly getting better. Called him Volcano.
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