#ru's stuff

[rubytotherebellion]

An Explorative Exam

Kix/Reader

Tags: Medical Kink, Gloves, Dom/Sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Est Rel, Pre-Negotiated Scenario, Touch of Aftercare

18+ ONLY

Warm breath, cool hands, the wet between your thighs. Hungry eyes, yet a gentle touch. Cold lips, contrasting soft caresses. 

There’s want there, a deep desire to make you feel. Press your buttons, finesse your body’s interface, a perfectionist at work. 

He’s everything you could possibly need. An amalgamation of tenderness, technique, and tenacity. He molds himself for you, seeking out your wants, gradually pin-pointing each place, each subtle motion that makes you tick. 

It’s not the first time you’ve engaged in this scenario, he indulges your fantasies so easily, slides into the role like he was made for it. Hells, he actually was. 

“Need you to lay all the way back for me sweetheart…that’s it, all the way down.” 

Your back hits the padded table, knees up in the air, tense, poised for what’s to come. But also carrying an uncertainty that always comes with leaving yourself vulnerable. 

Callused fingers stroke your thighs, thumbs soothing circles across your taught muscles. A shiver slithers its way down your spine, curling around the need coiled at your center. 

“Need you to relax for me hun, it’ll be much easier if you’re not so tense.” 

The sensation of his experienced hands holding you in place grounds you. Reassures you that you’re safe, that he’s got you. 

“Alright…” The breath escapes your lips in an almost inaudible sigh, whispering your pent reservations out into the void. 

“There you go, easy does it, love.” He gently taps the inside of each thigh, indicating where he wants you to move, “I need you to open up a little more, give me some room to work.” 

Melting into his firm touches, letting yourself be positioned, limbs fluidly stretching and bending to accommodate his seated form between your legs. You want to be good for him. Pliable in his hold, letting yourself be spread open before him like an antique chest, baring the treasured contents for his perusal. 

The thought of him examining your core, gaze raking over the most intimate parts of you, trained eyes calculating the most clinical way to torment you—causes a gasp of anticipation and pure lust to crawl its way up your throat. 

“We’re just going to take a quick look, and make sure everything’s in working order…” 

A loud snap.

A pulsing jolt to your senses sends an electrifying pattern rippling across your skin. It’s a stark reminder of your completely naked body. Your head bolts upward from the table, eyes wide.

He’s there, close, right between your spread thighs still. Hands in the air, poised—stretching the second glove on. 

His eyes meet yours. 

Something devilish, the need to toy with you, all the while maintaining a calm, professional facade. It revs your internal engine of desire like nothing else. If it was an actual piece of machinery it would have caught fire by now. 

He snaps the other glove on, reaching one of the protected hands forward to rest it on your stomach, dragging the material across the expanse of bare skin until it stops, pressing into your pelvic bone.

And then he squeezes. 

You can’t hold back the moan. 

He knows how much you love those gloves, knows how the sensation of their tacky texture on your skin excites you, has you dripping all over his carefully wrapped table, leaving unseemly splotches of your essence. 

He leaves his hand there, squeezing, then pats you a few times, as if reassuring a wary massifs.

“Don’t want to make a mess now, do we?” 

You shake your head wildly back and forth, “No Sir…” It’s an exhale as well as an exaltation. He wants to know you’re giving him control, letting him lead you and recognizing that leadership. You’re giving him the power here, and he’ll swoop it up happily, and gratify you substantially for your submission. 

Maybe you're a pushover, but you like it when he takes the lead. Maybe it’s old hat, but it satisfies your wanton fancies like nothing else can. 

“Now lay back, and let me do my job.” He brings his other hand to rest on the opposite side of your pelvis, pressing both covered palms down, encouraging you to do as he’s instructed. 

It leaves little room for discussion, and a shudder of anticipation racks you, the first pricks of perspiration tickle the curve of your lower back. Lowering your shoulders and head back down onto the table, your lust swoon mind emptying of all other thoughts. There’s only the pressure of his warm hands, the shameful slick trickling from your entrance, and the cold air of the sterile room pebbling your skin. 

Everything else can wait. Everything else quiets. 

When he speaks again, his tone is deeper, huskier, low notes of velvet and spice. Forcing your head to remain against the table is a fraught battle, drawn to his voice like a blossom to the sun. 

“Relax. Just going to have a look, let me know if you feel any discomfort…”

You find it impossible to form coherent speech as his hands drag down from your hips so slow, it might as well be torture. The fingers coast over your inner thighs, teasing inward, framing your sex on both sides. 

He presses, then pulls outward, spreading you open, the dampness of your core catches the cold air, spiking your gut with thrill. He can see everything like this. Guilty of envy for his touch, your sentence is about to be delivered. 

And gods above, let it be a cruel punishment. Please. 

“Hm…seems like overproduction of lubrication, given the lack of stimuli. We’ll need to take a closer look at that.” 

Two large fingers drag across your opening, starting at the very bottom, working their way to the top, dipping into your folds, dragging through the wetness. It’s as if he’s about to taste the topping of a delicate desert.

You hope to sith hells he does. 

The two digits reach the top of your slit, barely brushing over the swelling bundle of nerves. A gentle caress, yet volts of pleasure crackle up your spine, a furnace igniting at your core. He’s just knocked the ignition switch with the casualness of a part-time mechanic. 

Your whole body quakes, breathy keen elicited from the simplest of touches. The buildup having brought you to the brink already. But he’s not going to give it to you so easily. 

After all, a good medic…takes his time. 

“Kix…” Despite all your resistance, despite your desire to remain immersed in the fantasy, your lips betray your want, begging, singing praise for your medic like a goddamn choir. 

A low laugh, and a kiss to your thigh forgive your exclamation, “It’s a delicate process, patience sweetheart.” 

You're whining now, shamelessly. 

“Going to have to get a feel of what’s going on…inside. You’re going to feel a little pressure.” 

The two fingers tracing your opening, slip down, seek the right angle, and then breach your entrance. It’s like finally getting air after holding your breath for too long. 

Stars form behind your eyelids when you blink, little specks of gold and silver bursts. The gloves are coated in your slick, but the material still catches on your walls, an odd gripping sensation. The traction, coupled with the entire scenario, his calm explanations—it’s coming to a head. 

He pumps them into you deep, spurring a cocoon of heat to form in your abdomen. The fingers curl, seeking your most sensitive spot, pressing even farther into you. 

You gasp, choking on air, and your legs reflexively pull inwards, muscles reacting to the tension in your center, the pleasure pulsing through your nerves. 

His elbows hold them back, “Keep your legs out.”

He’s pumping in and out of you slow, but hard and deep, using his free hand to hold you spread open. 

“Need to open you up a bit more, you’re going to feel some more pressure…” 

A third finger crooks its way up and presses inside. The stretch has you gasping, his broad hands a blessing of incomparable wealth. It breaches your entrance, joining the other digits in pumping you full. Any discomfort is overwhelmed by the pleasure it brings with it, and the slide comes easier now, your wetness bleeding out around his fingers. 

“Easy hun, just like that. There we go.” His voice is steady, instructions uttered without any hesitation or doubt. It feeds your want like kindling. 

“Please…” You can’t take it anymore. 

“You’re doing so well. I’m going to add a little more stimulation.” 

His other hand which had been previously spreading you, slides upwards towards the point of aching need. Two fingers dare to court the crux of your pleasure, masterfully pulling back the hood, and baring the throbbing bud. 

Everything goes silent inside your mind, the languid thrusts of his fingers fade, and the sloppy sounds of your arousal pale, leaving only the moment of pure anticipation.

“Hold the table if you need to—” He purrs, and this time it doesn’t sound like the medic, exuding smug deviousness and satisfaction. It’s Kix now, and he’s very pleased with his work. 

His thumb runs across the swollen bundle, and you lose the ability to comprehend.

White hot pleasure zips across your body, limbs clamping up, fingers seeking purchase on something, anything. You grip the edges of the table like he told you, nails clawing at the padding, mouth agape as if to scream, but no sound comes out. 

He circles you, tracing patterns back and forth, and it’s icy hot ecstasy, mind gone blank with the strength of your climax. He’d worked you over slowly. Letting your peak build with everything but what you actually needed to come. All it took was him pressing the final button to push you over the edge. 

And he’s not just pressing the button, he’s holding it down. And you’ve gone into overdrive. His fingers are still thrusting into you, but fast and hard now, and he’s not going to stop until you exhaust every single drop of pleasure left in your body and mind. 

“So good for me, love…that’s it, let it all out.” He praises you, as your body thrashes against the table. 

It just keeps going, and you’re gulping for oxygen that seems to have exited all the air around you, leaving you incapable of drawing breath. 

Your core is on fire, throbbing, pulsing along with his thrusts, pricking ever so slightly with the pain of overstimulation. 

Finally, you’re released from your silent scream, and your muscles acquit you. Falling with a shuddering slap back onto the table, catching up on the breaths you couldn’t take, limbs curling up into yourself, swaddled in the aftershock of bliss. 

He ever so slowly slides his fingers out of you, letting your shaking legs close, gloves hands leaving a shiny trail behind as they withdraw. 

You hear him moving, the sound of shuffling and the snap of gloves being removed and tossed. It’s only a quick moment until he’s standing beside the table. 

“Hey sweetheart, how do you feel?” He leans down and cups the side of your face, angling it up to meet your eyes. 

You’re utterly spent, pleasantly shattered by his ministrations. Body still racked by the tremors of his touches. He leans down, shading you with his broad form, and lands a delicate kiss on your forehead. It’s soft, sweet, warm, brimming with appreciation and love. The kiss of a partner, and not a clinician. He’s back to his usual self. 

“You did so well.” He whispers into your ear, shivers, and tingling trails of leftover desire coast across the back of your neck. Fine hairs still standing on end. 

You can feel his breath catch, what could be a gentle laugh, “You also made such a mess, going to put down extra protection before your next appointment.”  You groan in resignation and helplessness, it’s less about shame, and more about wanting round two. 

“You may feel the after effects for a few hours, but that’s nothing to worry about.” 

Glancing upwards, mirthful brown eyes meet yours and you manage a stuttering laugh. 

He’s going to be the end of you, and you’re absolutely fine with that. 

#ru's stuff #my writing #star wars #star wars fanfiction #kix x reader #the clone wars #clone medic kix #clone trooper kix #kix/reader #tcw kix #star wars the clone wars #drabble #oneshot #reader insert #tcw fanfic #tcw fanfiction #tcw #medical kink

[scandi-rose]

Gun jumped

Fuck the staff just fuck em

Sorry to worry anybody it just seems that an update or something had turned off my custom theme option and that's where my url went.

I'm sorry and everything to go gpo back to normal...

At least I have a back up blog if I do get shaddow banned

#ru's stuff #sorry

[ayachannsstuff]

That was drawn for a very atmospheric and my fav fic "Ветер в проводах", heavy with rusreal camp camp vibes heh

Chernikovskaya Hata — Bledniy Barmen

#i actually started missing winter #my art stuff #camp camp #camp camp fandom #max camp camp #cc max #my playlist #sketches #rus winter vibes #rusreal

[nomilkinmyteaplease]

Hadestown UK Behind The Scenes

#Hadestown #hadestown uk #donal finn #GRACE HODGETT YOUNG #melanie la barrie #allie daniel #sas rogue heroes cast #london theatre #lyric theatre #musicals #theatre edit #my stuff #my edits #this is really a donal edit for ru :) #fantastic show you should all see it

[ravenbrookz]

PLEASE LOOK AT THEM LIKE RIGHT NOW THIS INSTANT MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT PLEASE PLEASE PKEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASSSEEE I DONT I ARGGH IIII AAHHHHH

#non art stuff #ru goes insane

[tirkras]

MURDER DRONES DOLL HUMANIZATION!!!

You will ask: "tirkras, are you crazy?"

And I'll say: "YEAH! THERE IS NO LIMIT TO MY IMAGINATION AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! And I just love Doll)))"

The translation of the text next to the heads:

*An impetuous look*, "There are no words, only emotions", "Tin, such a chibi!"

WARNING! BLOOD!!!!

Doll after prom be like:

Love her pofigizm))))

I will not translate the text on the background. There are Russian swear words, lol.

My fav pic UwU:

Translation: "The Queen of killers goes to mission. Ready to kill, red-hot to the limit..."

I was inspired by a Russian song: "Vverh-vniz – LSP". This is a verse from this song.

#artists on tumblr #my art stuff #fanart #murder drones #murder drones doll #md #md doll #murder drones fanart #md fanart #murder drones humanization #md humanization #bloodbath #kidding its just an oil lol #oilbath #humanization #design #human design #russian songs #rus songs #vverh-vniz goddamn #up-down in english hehe #why i did that #because i love doll and her rus vibes🌟 #Youtube

[kazachokolate]

я не знаю, когда доделаю кучу задуманных мемов, так что пощу этот отдельно

#the 7d #queen delightful #hildy gloom #my art #Hildy says #“you have seven entities sitting there in the form of a little gnomes. I'm going to clean it up [and] put it away” #I'll try to explain this meme #it was a TV program with some psychic stuff #one woman called there with a problem #and the psychic guy told her these words (with one entity instead of seven) #it's just so funny #also dwarves are traditionally translated as gnomes in rus lang

[cwarscars]

me quoting american psycho - "i dont think i can control myself."

#i am SO SO sorry #i told myself id work on mods and then i just- #smh at MYSELF #i named the file 'i ru the day' someone fucking kill me #commit murder against me itd be fine #(ooc) #(tbd) #last of the shitposts i promise ill do ic stuff #can be reblogged why not lmao #final fantasy vii #rufus shinra

[shiningclown69]

“Under the light of Solaria, I will always remain in her shadow.”

#winx #winx club #chimera #fanart #artists on tumblr #jester talks about stuff #ive wanted to make fanart about chimera angst for a while haha #i misremembered that stella broke chimeras staff in the show but its more angsty that way #the background is a tarot of the star inversed #bc i wanted to show her despair #and also bc i think i saw rus hc her as the fairy of the stars #anyway rus hope you like it- #pls click for hq pic!

[flashlight-chan]

I am screaming crying throwing up over two new etaos lines in game, they are totally dating in book 2

#dragonfable #ru #etaos #yes two lines is all i need to keep me going #flashy throws stuff

[rubytotherebellion]

Subjugation

Maul/Reader

(Fanart + little drabble)

Tags: Improper use of the Force, Mind Sex, Choking, Dom/Sub, Master/Pet, Established Relationship, Touch of aftercare

18+ ONLY

“Oh, but I do enjoy your little purrs and whimpers. So very exciting, tantalizing…that the faintest brush against your mind can elicit such a violent surge of pleasure.”

He brushes his fingertips down from the nape of your neck, to the base of your spine. Watching you shiver, listening intently to the crescendo of your muted pants.

It’s musical, heated, but as delicate as a reed flute. Easily broken. But so beautiful in its fragility.

“So fragile…I could crush your consciousness with a single burst of rage.” He snorts, a singular huff of amusement at his own proclivities.

You can feel the sensations building, mounting a high wall of rising pleasure and ecstasy. He’s skating up your mental barriers like a towering wave. There’s no point in resisting, you know his essence will seep through the very cracks in its foundation, ripping it apart from the inside out.

“Can you feel it?” He breathes out low into your ear, the vibrations tickling through your core. It’s so pleasurable it’s almost pain.

“You are mine. Irrevocably and unequivocally—mine.” He strokes the curve of your clavicle, fingers teasing the dips.

“My pet, my toy.” He grabs your throat, wrapping his strong fingers around your airway, there’s no room left for breath.

You freeze. Waiting. Watching the cold eyes contemplate the value of your life breath.

Do you please him?

Will he keep you?

His pet.

His.

Each eye is a black hole dragging you inside, swallowed whole. There is nothing but him. The blown pupils drag the magnolia irises down into their vortex

His darkness…is your darkness

One in the same.

The silence is making your tongue feel like cloth, but you can’t gather the courage to move your jaw. Trapped between the pressure of his hand and the bludgeoning force of pleasure smothering your mind.

It’s too much, but still somehow not enough. You need more. And you know that he does too.

“Tell me you understand. Tell me…what are you?” His voice is like honey and knives combined, slicing your mind, then lavishing the cuts with sweetness.

“…pet…” You choke.

He does not turn his gaze away. Never giving you a moment to breathe.

“And?” He shakes you, pulling your body up with the strength of one arm. Until your entire weight is raised off the ground.

You hang there, panting in incoherent ecstasy. The pleasure is intangible. If someone asked you to describe it, his mind subjugating yours underneath him—it would be impossible.

“…toy.” You finally gasp out. Another rip of talons into your consciousness ravages you.

“Ah, yes…” He drags the last syllable out on his tongue like a prayer. It rolls through your mind, you can hear his voice in your head. Fingering the sensitive areas, playing with them, taunting you.

He could give you more. You know this is just a taste.

As if sensing your desperation, “Your greed surprises even me, pet.” He laughs indifferently, and pulls you closer to him.

Red and black. Crimson and jet. Your world is consumed by fire. You can see nothing else.

Something wet swipes languidly up the side of your neck. Simultaneously, claws dig into your mind’s pleasure sensors.

Everything goes white.

You pant, scraping your fingers across muscled forearms. Nothing gives. You must endure. And everything is burning. Your mind is burning with feeling, euphoria and icy pain entwining—making love with each other inside you.

You have never felt more full, consumed entirely.

Inside and outside yourself, a voice echoes, “Such a good pet. That’s it, only I can make you feel this. Only I can tear you open…”

Something dark smothers the while light behind your eyelids, dampening the blazing sun inside your mind.

“This ultimate pleasure, this you can only get from me.”

It’s as if a candle was blown out inside your being. Everything snaps, and the darkness plunges you back into your body, into the physical.

You hear someone sobbing, wailing. It’s you.

Your own throat is vibrating with the sound. Undulating cries of both longing and pleasure. Stop it. You have to stop it. But you’re still disconnected from your own limbs, which are flailing wildly. Seeking purchase, and finding only a hard chest, and cruelly contoured jaw.

“Open your eyes.” Says the voice right next to your ear, deep and sweet. You know you can’t trust it, but you fall into it anyway, giving yourself over to it. Soul released into the clutches of your master.

There’s no other word for him. He controls all of your senses, and your mind now too, your very desires are molded and shaped by him. You are becoming who, what, he wants you to be. And you will do it gladly for him. You would do anything for him, willingly. And then thank him for it after.

“Master…” You whisper, a fluttering moan that leaks through your lips. An apology as your eyelids reject your command.

He growls in reply, but after so long spent trusting yourself to his designs, you hear the undertones of warmth. He’s like a nexu, menacing, terrifying even. But if you scratch its chin, and offer it something tempting to devour, it’ll lick and purr resemblant of a domesticated lothcat.

“Ah my pet, even now, so utterly spent–you tempt me with your submission.”

You feel an arm reach around behind your back, pulling your body to his chest, and the weight of you being lowered down, feet contacting with the tile beneath your bare heels. But your length slumps against him, unable to support itself. Limbs melting, useless and pliant in his hold.

So close to him like this, his warmth bleeding into you where your bodies connect. Faintly, you feel him still inside your mind, he’s running invisible fingers across your awareness. Stroking the sore points, making your shudders staccato against his unyielding frame.

And he so loves your shaking, your surrender, when you bow in worshipful compliance to his will.

“Come now, dear one.” He whispers into your mind, like he’s sharing a secret.

You shiver, dragging burdensome eyelids up. You cannot disobey, despite how even the candlelit chamber seems to burn your retinas.

He’s there, his face only a breadth away from your own. Amber eyes pouring down into yours. You blink against the force of power in their depths.

“There you are, so good for me.” A smile which seems at its core, egoistic, ghosting across his lips.

A part of you wants nothing more than to reach forward, cross the small space and kiss them, but you know better.

His amusement chuckles through your mind, a vibration of somehow tender delight at your desires.

“All in due time, pet, patience.” Reading you like an open book.

You can’t help but sigh in resignation, draping your arms around his neck. He releases his hold on your throat completely, and grabs your legs, hoisting thighs up around his waist. You cling to him like a life raft, and he laughs aloud this time, pleased at how used and mentally wasted his toy feels.

He carries you like a weightless bird, bringing you to the luxuriantly cushioned bed, he whirls and falls back into the mattress, bringing you toppling down on top of him. Careful to guide your body’s descent.

Toppling against him with a gasp, you find your face hovering above him. A wave of heat and arousal washes through your consciousness, fanning the flames of your own diminishing lust. He’s feeding you his own hunger, stirring up your mind.

He wants you.

He needs you.

He wants to feel you.

You lean down, giving into the urge now that you’ve been given permission. Your lips connect. And it’s fire, and ice again. Love and lust. Or maybe just lust. Whatever this is, you accept it, welcome it.

His tongue takes control of your mouth, violating you with precision and twisting your body into him, rolling you over—forcing you underneath him.

You go without struggle. The voice inside your mind chants, yes, yes, yes. It’s not just your voice, it’s his too.

Together you coil and bend, bodies writhing together, tongues battling, and fingers stroking over sleek skin. You can lose yourself in this. You do.

Everything you can give to him, you will.

Your master.

#ru's stuff #my writing #my art #maul x reader #maul x you #star wars fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #tcw fanart #star wars fanart #star wars the clone wars #darth maul #tcw art #star wars #the clone wars #darth maul fic #darth maul fanart #darth maul fanfic

[scandi-rose]

This meme thing

thank you to @koolkat9for the tag

What book are you currently reading?

Pride and prejudice. I'm currently listening to it on audio book. It's a mood book. You really have to be into mood listen or rad it because this book is DENSE and so slow. I like it as a historical snap of what life was actually like back then.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

Have not been to a theatre this year.

What do you usually wear?

pyjama pans, loose fitting pant leggings. t-shirt

How tall are you?

5'0

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Fun times. if we talk astrology I usually use side real. so despite being July birthday. I'm a Gemini sun, with Libra Ascending and Sagittarius moon. my Chinese Zodiac Zodiac is Wood Pig. I felt more in line with my Chinese zodiac before I sound out about Sidereal.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

I go by Ru here

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I wanted to be a Vet as A child not at 27 I'm unemployed and want to word with young children Preschool age kids because I do genuinely enjoy being around them and find the role of look kids when young to be important. In short no I didn't become wat child me wanted but child me didn't like kids. and didn't really understand what she wanted from life

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

Single, no crush, I'll float around kind of not bothered but I am at the same at certain points. Not in a rush though since as of now I don't want kids

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

Good: writing,

Bad: Listening to anything I find uninteresting.

Dogs or cats?

Cats, released this after getting my grandad's dog

What’s something you would like to create content for?

NedCan, Alternate History.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Norse History,

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Nothin' really

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Log term memory. bing able specific moments for more than 10 years ago. n extensive memory of my child hoot is 2000's era England

Are you religious?    

In an organised sense no. But Norse paganism is looking appealing to me

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

An all expenses paid trip to Japan, Italy or Austria

Japan: Bucket list because of all the historical sites

Italy: The History, the Architecture. I've wanted to visit Verona since study Romeo and Juliet in High School.

Austria: Y'all have the most beautiful country in Europe. Also my mom and dad Honeymooned in Austria up in the mountains and 'd love to see Mayrhofen, the town they always mention when talking about their trip to Austria. But Also i really wanna see the Spanish riding school and Salzburg

#Ru rambles #ru's stuff #about me

[plazmawulf]

Blushing

#Sigami #Rafina #Amitie puyo #Sig puyo #Raffina puyo #Puyo pop fever #puyo pop fever 2 #Rus doodles #my art #hhh old stuff

[sporkberries]

Got inspired to make an edit

#thank you rus #spork says stuff #dc #f slur #tora olafsdotter #beatriz da costa #guy gardner

[capricioussun]

I like to imagine Stretch is a lightweight when it comes to everything except caffeine. He'd take one hit off a blunt and in five minutes forget he has legs. He’d drink one martini and have trouble walking a straight line. He'd consider taco bell spicy. They always start him at the lowest possible dose on any prescription medication. But coffee? Half a pot and maybe he can function like he’s fully awake.

This is inverted for Edge and Rus of course, with Rus landing on the high end of average and Edge just straight up being unaffected. Except caffeine. Never give either of them espresso or they won't even sit down for a minimum of three days. Thankfully Rus doesn't really like the taste and Edge just drinks decaf.

#exaggerated for comedic effect of course but I do really enjoy hcing stretch as being super easily affected by stuff #edge would make like. indian food for dinner one time and Stretch wouldn't be able to stop crying or caughing for like an hour minimum #probably even just from the smell of it cooking poor guy #edge could probably eat lava and consider it slightly zesty there's something wrong with him #Rus also totally will drink coffee and make that everyone else's problem just bc he can <3 #sun spots #us stretch #ut rus #uf edge

[tirkras]

YEAH, MORE RUSSIAN LOCAL MEMES FOR DOLL!!!!

Translation: What are you looking at sc#m? Have you ever seen me in my home T-shirt?

Translation of the inscription on the T-shirt: "Pivosaurus." The name is a play on the words "beer" and "dinosaur" in Russian.

You can't even imagine how much the Russian fandom of "Murder drones" needed this!

In general, the Pivosaurus T-shirt is very popular in Russia. Some of my friends have such T-shirts. And I'm also planning to buy myself a Pivosaurus T-shirt lmfao.

And a person wearing a "pivosaurus" T-shirt automatically becomes a pivosaurus, this is an unspoken rule lol.

Without a background (by the way, the background is just an edited photo of a trash in an apartment):

I think I'm a legend of Russian md fandom now?

#murder drones #md #murder drones doll #md doll #fanart #artists on tumblr #my art stuff #murder drones fanart #md fanart #pivosaurus #rus local memes #WHAT HAVE I DONE?????