me: 2 soda and an adderall breakfast is the most important meal of the day :)
my guardian angel (currently taking the form of the Narrator from The Stanley Parable to try and get me to listen to him): Stanley, I do believe a true balanced meal would help us complete the parable much more efficiently.
141 notes
·
View notes
KP braincells and their use. (PT. 2)
Big : Has 1 Braincell. It's feral.
Ken : Has 1 braincell. User manual was not clear.
Chan : Megamind braincells. Has them all, uses them all.
Tay : Wears his braincells like a crown.
Time : Has 0.1 braincells. It's not located in his brain.
Macau : He spit out his last braincell while saying, "None of your business" to Porsche.
Jom : Mixed his last braincell in beer and drank it.
Tem : Cried is last braincell out.
Pt. 1
200 notes
·
View notes
OMG I FINISHED IT
:]
Edit: just to clarify it again. They have the same VA (sorry I really think that this is funny I-)
40 notes
·
View notes
nada não nina, só passando pra falar que eu me mijo de rir com as fotos que você coloca nos posts, salvo todas 😭
6 notes
·
View notes
☯ @dxwnxdusk ☯ — ( 𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 & 𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉 ) ❛ don’t hold back - i want to hear you . ❜
“D-Dusk...”
The soft whine falls from his lips, voice trembling out for the shadow. How many times had that been now? He had lost count at this point — being brought to completion over and over mercilessly by the other simian. His body trembling in Dusk’s iron grasp, not letting up and keeping him in place. Putting the legendary libido of his to the test in the moment.
Yet, he still demanded more from the Great Sage in his clutches. One would think the noises would loose their appeal with how many times they had spilled from him. Nope. Not his beloved Starlight, it only seemed to fuel his desire that much more — drinking up every sound that he was gifted from the king’s panting mouth. Drawing them out with a greedy desire that couldn’t be satiated. Wukong’s chest rising and falling in the moment, trying to suck up precious air he didn’t truly need but in the moment felt he did. Trying to get some coherent thoughts to come forth from the swirling pool of ecstasy he was drowning in.
Not on his mate’s watch. Oh no, he wanted to hear him than he was going to hear him — not letting him hold back his voice. Encouraging him to be louder in the moment. The shadow tendril that occupied his ass enlarged itself and wriggled inside his overstimulated passage ways. His eyes widening as a loud moan was pulled from his mouth once more, drool forming in the corner and drippling down to his chin. Fuck, that felt so good.
“G-Gentle — “
“ — A-AHH DU-DUSK!! O-OH FUCK!!”
Another cry of pure bliss was pulled from the celestial monkey, his overstimulated body trembling in nothing but pleasure. Even with the pleas he was enjoying the rough treatment from the other. Completely at his mercy as he let the shadow have his way with him. Arching as his heated entrance was pumped in and out of by the shadowy mass.
Not holding back his noises now as he dissolved into moans and whines like the Dusk wanted. He didn’t care if anyone else heard him right now, lost to the sensation of being ruthlessly rutted into the ground.
“Y-YES — !! O-OH FUCK — !!”
15 notes
·
View notes
The fact that he and Tartaglia shared a braincell is offending him personally--
7 notes
·
View notes