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Instinct is really into ants (this is projection)
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If you show even the slightest interest in what shes saying they’ll start info-dumping at you for the next hour (this is projection)
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comfortzonelol · 1 year
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forbiddennhoney · 9 months
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happy woman cock Wednesday - the day of the week i have decided to post trying to get women to send me pics of their cocks
this post is about t4t lesbian sex
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unanimoustwins · 8 months
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FRIENDS ROMANS COUNTRYMEN after like a fuckin MONTH i have made a fairly succinct lore summary just in time for all the new viewers that are coming along with the new members! 116 days of lore in 36 slides with pictures and vids linked throughout!
https://tinyurl.com/QSMPLoreRecap
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mushtoons · 11 months
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Haii. Do you have a transfem Leo design/reference I could draw? I want to draw more turts but I don't have any ideas
we don't really have anything good to give ya!! we just draw her however we feel like!! but we slapped this down just for u!
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shuusagi · 8 months
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One Month (part 1 of/?)
Hi I wanted to create a Brahms x reader that has a reader with a fairly dark/intense past where Brahms could sympathize with (also angst *eyebrow wiggle*). I got tired of the goody goody Nannies so it's time for a crude, odd and lowkey perverted one. She's a slasher fan too 👀 Brahms decides to make a game of their encounter, and the reader slowly warms up to this cat and mouse chase. Definitely a bit of a self insert. Obviously lol.
Warnings: I re-read these but I'm not the best at writing so it may show. dubcon, somnophilia, sexual assault (past, Brahms could NEVER), abusive ex, scars (none self harm), blood.
Down the gravel road, all you could see were trees and other sorts of foliage all masked with the colours of Autumn. You make a sidenote on how this area would be perfect for a killer. Maybe a British Jason Voorhees, you giggle to yourself. It was a rainy morning, clouds grey and the landscape aromatic with petricor. Winds howl in the distance, a shiver runs down your back at the thought of how chilly it must be outside. But you didnt mind, if anything you felt at home with this kind of weather, warming up to a fireplace with a nice book sounds pleasant right about now.
"We're almost at the Heelshire's ma'am." Your taxi driver broke you out of your daydream, as he stepped outside to unlock the iron gate. You let out a yawn and stretch, feeling your back muscles release from the tension that had built up. Ah, that feels so much better.
Slowly you come up to an old looking mansion, burgundy and grey with its brick siding. It looked... huge. Maybe it won't be so bad here, but then again anything is better than Canada right now. You groan as hundreds of flashbacks come and go in the blink of an eye. Let's not start.
You thank the taxi driver and give him an extra 10, stepping out into the cold breeze of the Autumn air, you are finally able to take everything in. The house was giant. Rough brick and mortar covered the outside, the doors were hidden behind a giant archway, deep within held two dark brown doors. Classy. The windows were plentiful. But I guess not much shine would show in this type of weather. The house was surrounded in pine and maple trees, a smattering of green, red and yellow creating a whimsical look to everything. The air smelt fresh, you inhale deeply as the cold air fills your lungs.
You quickly walk up towards the steps, feeling the rain chilling your bunnyhug sweater and ripped jeans. Before you could even knock, Mrs. Heelshire welcomes you in. She pauses and looks you up and down, a small sort of grimace at your appearance. Your face grows red and you lift your left arm to rub behind your head.
"Hi it's... nice to meet you Mrs. Heelshire.." Your tone wavered as she eyed you up.
She was a smaller woman, with fluffy grey-silver hair. She was dressed in a lovely red button up shirt with a plaid skirt. Her voice was dainty and proper.
"Not what I expected at all, come in before you catch a cold Miss. (l/n)."
You walk through a corridor, up the stairs to meet Mr. Heelshire. The stairs were a deep mahogany, stylized to the proper century it was built in- 1890. You look over at the old styled portraits, wondering if they were family from long ago.
You turn the corner, face to face with Mr. Heelshire. He was a slightly short man- well in comparison to you. You were 5'6", slightly thick with long (h/c) locks. Mr. Heelshire wore a fancy grey-black suit, it fit him perfectly. You shook Mr. Heelshires hand, and he moves to introduce you to Brahms. Only thing was, HE was a doll. A. Fricking. Doll. You stood there awestruck. "This is Brahms Miss. (L/n)."
You snickered. Then quickly realize their distasteful frowns, and stand yourself upright and clear your throat. "Uh- good morning, its nice to meet you... Brahms." You grab his porcelain hand and shake it gently. It was smooth and cool to the touch.
Mrs. Heelshire leads you out of the room, down the hall into his bedroom. You trip on the long rug in the corridor. "You will wake Brahms up and dress him every day at 7 am." You nod, following her once more. "He is to have learning time for 3 hours, 5 days a week." She turns to you, once more you nod. "Read him poems, and be sure to announciate your words loudly. and. carefully." She punctuates her last words. You nod. She clears her throat. "Y-yes. Ma'am." You fumble on your words.
"Now then, let's have dinner!"
Brahms pov:
He watches as you take your first steps inside the mansion. You were damp from head to toe, wearing a grey sweatshirt and ripped pants. He observed your careful steps, noticing how you tried to take off your brown boots. You looked like a dream, something that could only be thought up by an angel itself. You were a tiny bit chubby and he wondered how it would feel to hold you, snuggle up close to your tummy. Long, (h/c) hair that went down your back almost to your hips. You had a slightly noticeable scar down your left eye, a faded pink and thin. He pondered at how you could've gotten it. Surely no one would want to hurt his new plaything?
He followed as you walked down the corridor to meet his father, the way you walked was so hypnotic. Slightly clumsy but also confident, an odd mixture for sure.
His belly did flips when he saw you smile at the doll. Wow, the way it sparkled like in every romance novel he's ever been told. The way you held the dolls hand, so gentle yet firm. You were certainly an enigma to him. He wondered what it would be like to hold your hand in his large ones.
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After dinner Mr. Heelshire showed you around the yard. "There's a pest problem.. but its more so that Mrs. Heelshire worries they'll get in the walls." He scratches his head feeling awkward.
"You know, it wasn't always like this." He says, "but what Mrs. Heelshire wants she gets." He chuckled.
He picks up a trap, you open up the garbage bag and watch as he tosses the dead rat in.
"I hope you do enjoy your stay, and I hope this isn't too tedious for you." You could tell he was the more laid back one.
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You walk Mr. And Mrs. Heelshire leave the yard, waving to them. You turn around and sigh, a loud "fuck" spills from your mouth. God it was so hard to be proper and perfect. Or as close to perfect as you could be. You clean up a bit and toss Brahms on the bed. Meh, they can't see him anyway so what's the point. You turn in and get ready for bed.
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I want to read something new but nothing sounds good or is holding my attention and I am crawling up the walls
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ryonello · 7 months
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HI i finally made an instagram if you want to find me there 💕
had to cave and add a little bastard underscore ........
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bluest-planet · 11 months
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Saw spidiverse when it came out Thursday and it went so hard, possibly one of my favorite movies ever, I love everyone in it and I'm excited for next year (I think?) When they release the followup!
That being said. Team chaiflower. It's so cute.
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dayurno · 2 months
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kevrenee :)
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ourstarscollided · 1 year
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You’re welcome to explain your answer in the tags!
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polaroidcats · 24 days
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Is there any image in the world, real or not yet existing, that would make you change your pfp instantly? I know this is a tough question considering the perfection of your current one (if I can say so myself) but I find I need to ask anyway! For no particular reason ofc... it's not like I want you to change it......
hmmmm you see I'm a very loyal person and before shririus I had my last pfp for around 8-9 years so I'm thinking that's a good number and I want to keep my current pfp around for roughly the same amount of time probably?
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riverblujay · 9 months
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okay i am deep in the naddop tag on tumblr so sorry if this is referencing an old old post but i just needed to say that sex-positive ace trans hardwon also lives rent free in my head and i love him so much
tyyyyyy bestie <3 me the fuck too
that post is like. not even a week old lol ur good (and even if it WAS older than that, i would still always want to talk sex-positive ace trans hardwon 🥺🥺🥺)
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koskela-knights · 4 months
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Not me casually thinking about being a Koskela sandwich 🤤 The textures that would be at work and their strong arms just end me already 🥴 I’m down so fuckin bad for them it’s surreal 😭
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landofgay · 9 months
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we're going to have GROWN UP DINNER. I am making a SALAD. there will be CHAMPAGNE. it will be FANCY. we will be smoking WEED.
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paging-possum · 15 days
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let it be known I often have been lost in thought and then remembered you drawing jadele (idk if you are actually sorry if thats pushy) and then i fall over/pos like biting drywall. internally running around and screaming/pos shdgshhskshdkaksj
Oh well you see :)
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