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factual-fantasy · 15 days
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Oh copy/paste and desktop Tumblr, how I've missed you so XDD
I'm still unable to sit at my desk for as long as I'd like to.. but I can sit long enough to draw some comics here and there at least! One of which being a (somewhat) angsty comic with Grim and V! Did you really think they escaped my angst curse?? It was only a matter of time before I cursed them as well! XDD
But for real, I've wanted to draw something angsty with Grim and V for a while now. And I'm glad I was finally able to! Even if its kind'aaa more of a goofy comic with angsty undertones rather than full on angst. XDD
The more I draw these two, the more lore I start to build in the background... I wonder if I should explore Grim's more serious angst sometime.. 😈😈
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hop-a-lot · 1 month
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M,,,May I please request more Saxxie? 🫣 I may or may not be in love with her,,,
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more women...❗❗
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yrsonpurpose · 1 month
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"the handsomest-bodied man in all of England."
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seaquestions · 9 months
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the friends ever of all time
[ID: image 1: a drawing of the pokemon skitty and mudkip standing together. skitty wears a pink bandana & mudkip wears a green bow. image 2: a drawing of delcatty standing next to a sitting swampert, both wearing the same accessories they used to. End ID]
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onceintwentylifetimes · 6 months
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1989 (Taylor's Version) Vault Tracks
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howlsnteeth · 2 months
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don't wake me don't wake me don't wake me up
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esmes · 6 months
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2023 revival todd/lovett + touch
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mercutio-the-velaryon · 7 months
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Jordan Li I adore your stupid slicked back hair and your fuck ass bob 💕
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Sometimes i'm like, "canisalbus must surely get sick of everyone goofing around and memeing about their beautiful, serious OCs" and today I saw worm on a string Machete. I was wrong!!! Cheers lmao
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gogogodzilla · 6 months
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day 18, orgasm control
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johnny silverhand x reader warnings: nsfw 18+,dirty talk, creampie, fingering, light angst at the end, johnny doesn't have a body but he also does???, reader is referred to as "v" kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3
Johnny Silverhand was a parasite. But, he was your parasite, and as much as you wanted to hate his constant presence, it comforted you in a way. 
You tossed and turned under your thin covers, frustration brewing in your chest. Your mind raced with all the ways you could lull yourself into the unconsciousness you so desperately craved. 
Finally, you landed on an option, and you scanned your apartment, checking for that annoying figment of your imagination. He was nowhere to be found; you couldn’t even feel the slight burn from the smoke of his cigarettes in the back of your throat. 
You cautiously slipped a hand under your sleep shorts, waiting for him to appear in your peripherals. Slowly, you relaxed and began drawing slow circles onto your clit. You bit your lip, your frustration growing when you couldn’t get the right angle. 
You shimmied out of your shorts and underwear and kicked your blanket to the side. A sigh left your lips as you spread your legs, goosebumps covering your body as the nighttime air hit you. You tugged your shirt over your head and threw it to the side, moving a hand up to knead your breast while the other slid through your folds. 
You dipped a finger into your entrance before circling back up to your clit, teasing yourself. It’d been too damn long since you’d had any action, and you were close already. 
You slid a finger inside yourself and pumped it a few times before adding another one, stretching yourself. You extended your thumb to glide across your clit. The sounds of your core squelching with your movements filled the room, and you arched against the mattress. 
Your movements became hurried as your climax rapidly approached. You were so fucking close. 
“Damn, V,” Johnny breathed from the other side of your room, and your legs snapped shut. 
Your eyes darted open and met his, and you scrambled to cover yourself. His arms were crossed as he leaned against your bedroom wall, eyes scanning over your body. 
He shrugged, “Don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the show.” 
“Fuck off, Johnny,” you snapped, pulling your covers closer. “You ruin everything.” 
He tsked and disappeared for just a moment before his form flashed to the end of your bed. He leaned back onto his hands and turned his head to look at you over his sunglasses. 
“I could tell how close you were, V. It’s a shame I couldn’t watch you cum all over those pretty fingers,” he hummed, and you couldn’t deny how your core ached at his words. 
You huffed and rolled your eyes, your dripping core contrasting your annoyance towards him. 
He disappeared once again and you thought you’d gotten rid of him for the night before he appeared, kneeling in front of your covered legs. His sunglasses were tucked neatly into his vest, allowing you to meet his eyes.
“Lemme help you,” he urged, a corporeal hand sliding up your calf. You knew he wasn’t actually there with you but, damn, it felt real. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how real his touch felt against your skin, but you’d given up trying to figure it out a long time ago. 
You relaxed in his touch and bit your lip. “I was doing just fine without you.” 
“I know,” he replied, breathless as his hand skated across your thigh. His free hand tugged away the covers to reveal your naked form. You instinctively moved to cover yourself with your hands, but he pulled them away. 
He nudged your shoulder so you were lying down, and he took up the space between your thighs. He ran his hands over your thighs, the cool metal of his hand making your muscles twitch under his touch. 
His hand moved to swipe through your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingertips. He circled your clit, and you arched against his touch, whining a little. His metal hand moved up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. 
He sunk a finger into your core, pumping it a few times. A breathy whine escaped you as he took his time with you. You’d expected Johnny to be the type of guy to get right to it when it came to fucking you. Clearly, you were wrong. 
His finger was quickly joined by another one, and you let a sigh as he worked you toward your release. 
He palmed himself through his jeans as he watched your greedy pussy swallow his fingers. He extended his thumb to rub against your clit, and a breathy moan left you. 
“You ever think about me while you’re playing with yourself, baby?” he questioned as he jutted his fingers deeper inside you. 
You nodded, reliving all the times your mind drifted to him while you touched yourself, wishing it was him instead. He groaned at your response and curled his fingers inside of you, reaching that spot that had your toes curling. 
Your release was dangerously close, and your walls fluttered against Johnny’s fingers. He panted as he continued to drive his fingers into your seeping core, filling your tiny bedroom with lewd noises. 
You rested a hand on his forearm, desperate to touch him. Just as you were about to teeter off the edge,  he removed his fingers. The whine you let out was borderline pathetic. 
“Johnny,” you mewled, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes. 
He took his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He removed his fingers and popped the button on his jeans. His hand drifted past the waistband of his briefs, and he pulled out his cock. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him stroke himself a few times. 
“Wanna see you cum all over my cock, baby,” he grunted as he slid his cock through your dripping folds. He plunged inside you without much resistance, and your legs wrapped around his hips. 
You knew this wasn’t really happening. It was just your brain malfunctioning and your neurons sending signals when they shouldn’t, but his cock buried inside you felt as real as anything you’d ever felt. 
His breathing quickened as you clenched around him, getting used to his length. After a few moments, he started moving his hips. Johnny fucked you like he meant it, and you expected no less. Every thrust of his hips was like he was trying to prove a point— like he was trying to prove that he was there. That it was his cock drawing those pretty noises out of you, and no one else’s. 
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, and he groaned against you. Johnny’s hand trailed over your thigh and to where you were joined, drawing lazy circles against your clit. 
He pulled away to leave wet kisses against the column of your throat. He nipped at the exposed skin, and you briefly wondered if he’d actually leave a hickey. 
His thrusts became short and rough as you neared your climax, once again. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back as arousal coursed through you. Johnny pressed his weight against you, hissing as you scratched him. He jutted into you like he was trying to convince you that he was real. That he was here to stay. 
“You feel so good, baby. C’mon, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum,” he pleaded, his words slurring together. 
At his words, you were coming undone, thanking whatever deity out there that he finally let you cum. You moaned out his name as he rutted inside you, chasing his own high while allowing you to ride out your own. His hips faltered and he groaned against you, his release coating your walls. You felt him fill you, and you swore you could feel his cock twitch within you.
He stilled within you as you both caught your breath. You snapped your eyes shut, savoring his touch. Your chest ached at how much you wanted him to be there with you— actually there with you and not just a figment of your imagination. 
He rested his head on your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before pulling out of you. He soothed the whine that left you with his lips against yours. You found yourself suddenly craving a cigarette, his own desires mixing with your own. 
You blinked, and he vanished before reappearing at your side with a cigarette dangling between his lips. His sunglasses were back in their usual spot, and he leaned his head against your headboard.
“Tired now?” he questioned, looking down at you. 
You turned on your side, resting your head on your arm, the ache in your chest growing. “Yeah, thanks.” 
“Don’t mention it.” 
Your throat tightened, and you weren’t sure how much of it was his sadness and how much was your own. You wished you could meet his gaze. You wished you could touch him, and you wished he was yours. You wondered if he felt the same way. 
“Johnny,” you called out, your voice thick with emotion. He hummed in response. You sighed, “I wish we had more time.” 
“Maybe in another lifetime, kid.”
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years
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Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes
#my dad always thought if something was well done it was appropriate for children#so we never watched the silly little kid version of things. The muppet Christmas Carol? My dad would N E V E R#anyway a Christmas Carol ruined Christmas for me for YEARS#i hated to think about it#and poirot was just. traumatizing#there’s one called murder on the links which involved a golf course at night which is one of the most terrifying locations I can imagine#also there’s one called death in the clouds#and poirot uncovers the murder because there are two spoons on the dead lady’s tray of airplane food#and the way he says ‘he picks up a spoon giving him the task of a waiter to carry out’#when explaining the murder at the end to this DAY sends chills up my spine#I know this is very obvious but the thing about fear is that it isn’t about logic or reason but it is about revelation#it’s like the flip side of moments of good and happy insight#at least for me#what terrifies me is a moment where some kind of evil is revealed in a blinding FLASH#a motive or (I guess) a ghost#and there is this presence of some malevolent entity underneath the reality of things#and something about it being SEEN almost more than it existing#is so scary. Like I.#Poirot uncovering the murder and describing it with such studied fascinated careful attention#pulling back the layers of a blind of one kind or another#shakes me to. my. CORE.#and it’s all so visual and instinctive. it’s one tiny little moment that doesn’t fit suddenly pulling back the curtain of reality#with such terrifying abruptness#makes me want to sit down and cry like a baby#the knowledge of evil doesn’t scare me. as in it doesn’t elicit an emotional/physical reaction of fear#but seeing it in embodied action. again. where it’s some tiny ordinary little detail suddenly ripping reality as you know it to shreds#the surprise of it. the recalibration it demands#I !!!!!!!!! Get so afraid
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tangledinink · 6 months
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For the Swanatello fam: what does everyone miss most about Donnie during his lake-induced absences?
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for donnie, leo will gladly give every scrap of patience and grace and gentleness he has. he doesn't mind explaining things. he doesn't mind telling his brother the same things over and over. he doesn't mind it when donnie forgets or doesn't understand or needs his help to remember or process things.
but he misses the banter. the back-and-forth. the stupid fights and pranks and 'you said's' and 'i told you so's.' and, perhaps a bit selfishly, he misses when he didn't always feel like he had to be the bigger person for him. he misses when he still had the space to be childish and immature and petty towards his twin, and it wouldn't hurt either of them the way it tends to now.
[ swanatello ]
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sea-buns · 7 months
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wow... what a season. it feels weird to say that this little 6-episode side quest, in all of the 19 seasons of d20, is one of my favorites they've ever done but it just is. it had all the stakes and humor and drama that you could possibly want, all balanced with an incredible cast of players. the table chemistry was excellent, the characters were so perfectly themselves, the TROPES were OFF THE CHARTS!
i can't quite remember the last time i finished something and ached so sharply for there to be more. i just know I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a long time
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an-albino-pinetree · 1 month
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pixeleart · 9 months
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hashtag and starscream 🔛🔝
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Stumbled upon a Reddit thread (don't ask) where people still whine and bitch about having to pick the "Nah, fucked that up too," dialogue option at the Oil fields to have a good relationship with Johnny. Saying that it needs to get fixed, calling it 'antagonizing' him, further proving that they don't understand him or his friendship with V at all. Sorry, but what's still not clicking? Holding him accountable for what he did and being honest with him is the only way you can have a good relationship with him for a reason.
It's not scolding him, it's not being mean, it's just V telling him 'No, what you did hurt me and I can't trust you anymore.' And he needs that, he needs someone who won't let him get away with the shit he does, he needs someone who is honest with him and won't just agree with everything he says so that he can grow and change. He knows he royally messed up, but he needs to hear that from V too. How do you expect V to have a true friendship with him if they just let him walk all over them and act like he did nothing wrong and everything's fine?
And it makes sense that the devs chose this as the secret ending unlocker because you can't have them storm Arasaka Tower together in full synergy when some parts of them are still at odds with each other.
Listen, I love Johnny as much as we all do here, but he needs to be called out when he messes up, and that's that.
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