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yellowmanula · 3 months
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Serdecznie zapraszam na Heavy Dubs Session part 10 | Dubowy Dzień Kobiet do Mashroom. Czas seta: 23-00. Dubujemy duby
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tanyatakaishi · 1 year
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Spoiling my own fic, but had too much fun writing my headcanon of the Motomiya fam that I created all the way back in Innocent Games.
Excerpt from in-progress Ch. 7 of the sequel, Remember:
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His parents had turned his room into an office.
Which is why Davis was now lying on a flower comforter with a poster of Matt Ishida staring at him. 
It was sort of crazy that his room was no longer in existence while Jun’s had been kept like a time capsule since she’d finished high school.
Guess he knew which one of them was the favorite.
“You were so ready to get out of here and start living your dream,” his mom had explained, folding the clothes from his duffle bag to put in Jun’s old dresser. “Your room hardly had anything left in it.”
Meanwhile Jun’s seemed to accumulate more things, making it impossible to completely unpack.
Ken had offered to share his one bedroom apartment but Davis declined.
“You’re still on my blacklist," he had said, earning a Ken smile while the two of them stacked the rest of his things into storage. "Consider this your probationary period, removal pending. Plus, I’m pretty sure Yolei’ll fight me for custody if I keep hoggin you.”
Ken didn’t find that funny. Davis hadn’t either, since he wasn’t really sure he’d been joking.
He turned away from the Teenage Wolves poster and tossed a footbag into the air for Veemon to catch.
“Matt’s judging me.”
“That’s just his resting face,” Veemon lisped, sending the bag back.
Davis caught it and did a quick sit up, glaring at the wall of boy-bands. “I’m gonna take him down.”
He was standing on the bed, fingers deep in prying down the poster, when his dad appeared.
“I see you’re keeping yourself busy.”
Davis gave the poster a firm rip. “Just makin the rooms even.” 
Tadashi Motomiya took a seat on the bed beside him, grabbing the abandoned footbag and tossing it to Veemon. “How about we go get a drink? Scope out the ladies?”
Davis stopped ripping the Teenage Wolves poster in order to shoot his father a glare. 
“Not for me," Tadashi laughed. "I’m still happily married.” 
The poster floated in pieces onto Jun’s old flower bedspread and Davis sunk down, sprawling over a pillow. 
“Come on," Tadashi coaxed. "Don't be so doom and gloom. You’re still a catch. All these modern women are probably dying to not have to cook for their families.”
“Dad,” Davis groaned.
“Don’t let living at home stop you.” Tadashi ground a knuckle into his son’s hair.
“How are you so…not passively passive aggressive?” grumbled Davis.
“You mean aggressive aggressive?”
“I guess.”
“Just trying to help my little mama’s boy become a man.”
Frowning, Davis snatched the footbag Veemon was tossing up and down from the air. “I think I’m gonna quit drinking."
“Interesting timing,” said Tadashi, rubbing his hands on his knees before standing back to his feet. “So guy’s night out is a bust, huh?”
Davis was caught by surprise at the disappointment in his voice. “Yeah, maybe some other time?”
“You cooking tonight?”
“Planning to.”
“Good. Ramen?”
“I was thinking of tryin my hand at some okonomiyaki. Been awhile since I made it.”
“I love okonomiyaki,” sighed Veemon.
Tadashi chuckled. “I’m sure it’ll be great. Can’t understand why you haven’t been getting enough business.”
Davis shrugged. 
“They’ll come around. And if not, well, that’s their loss.” Tadashi gave his son’s shoulder a firm squeeze before quickly leaving the room.
Davis stood up to close the door. He turned to Veemon. "That was weird." 
“Maybe we should go,” Veemon said.
"And listen to his terrible advice all night?" Davis went back to tearing the posters from the wall. 
He still remembered the start of his last year of high school, when his Dad had given him unsolicited relationship advice. 
"Maybe you should start thinking about seeing other girls," he had said.
"What? Why?"
"Well, you know how college is."
Davis had stared at him, blank.  
"Yolei is going to want to experiment, live life a little. You can't expect her to stay with her high school boyfriend the whole time."
But he had expected it.  Until his dad has put the thought in his head, spurring on break up number two. 
Davis dug his fingers under a movie poster,  releasing it from the wall with a loud rip.  
"Do you think Jun will be upset you tore up her pictures?" asked Veemon. 
"Ask me if I care."
"Do you care?"
Davis rolled his eyes and proceeded to the next.  Then, out of nowhere, an unwrapped tampon emerged, its string jammed between the poster and the door trim.  
A burst of laughter came out of his nose.  
"How many of these did I put in here?" he cackled. "Hand me my phone. "
Veemon obeyed and, still chuckling to himself,  Davis snapped a picture. On auto-pilot, he opened his texts to Yolei. Then, upon seeing their last exchange, he immediately felt the humor fizzle out of him. 
He sent the picture to Ken instead. 
What is that? Ken texted back. 
Davis gave a long, low sigh and wrote back. 
This is why you can't keep a girlfriend.
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bloodysparklez · 4 months
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wake up babe, hua cheng saying "as you wish" in the new tgcf dub episode just dropped
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sandushengshou · 7 months
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mxtxnet's october event | day 31: wei wuxian
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ba1laur · 1 year
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we are just normal men
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vero-niche · 29 days
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when i tell you this had yuri on ice episode 7 levels of impact. on me
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hirayaea · 23 days
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ONCE UPON A TIME, IN PHILOS
Jeremiah: Xavier, please, you just need to wear this costume and wave to the crowd!
Xavier: No.
Jeremiah: It’s for charity! Do your duty as Prince of Philos, why don’t you?!
Xavier: I said no.
MC: Oh, Xavier, I finally found you! Here’s our matching masks for the charity event later!
Xavier: Matching… masks?
MC: Yeah, didn’t Jeremiah say? We’re going to have a play sword fight to amuse the kids! You and I will be the Moonshade Duo! Pretty cool, right?
Xavier: …Yeah.
MC: Get dressed soon, okay? Anyway, see you later!
Xavier: …
Jeremiah:
Jeremiah: *sighs* I guess I’ll ask someone else, huh—
Xavier: Quiet. And give me that.
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SOMETIME DURING THEIR SPACE JOURNEY
Xavier: Why did you even decide to pack my Moonshade Duo outfit?
Jeremiah: You never know what world we’ll arrive in, what disguise you’ll need!
Xavier: But… it’s pointless without the pair outfit.
Jeremiah: Stop sulking, Captain! I made these, so I can make her another one once the time comes!
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14 YEARS AGO (FROM PRESENT TIME)
Jeremiah, after seeing Lumiere land in front of him during the day of the incident: You— I thought you didn’t like— you actually wore it on your own?!
Xavier, brandishing his sword: Not. A. Word.
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floralcavern · 9 months
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Animes with the funniest dubs
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EDIT:
I would also now like to add
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ghouljams · 3 months
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I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN
GHOUL
GHOUL PLEEEAAASSSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.
You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.
Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.
Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.
You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."
Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.
Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.
You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.
You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.
"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"
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cobacou · 2 years
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this is. um. warning for SOUND!!!
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yellowmanula · 3 months
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👑 Widzimy się w MashRoomie przy Placu Wolnica. Dancefloor znajduje się w piwnicy tego wyjątkowego miejsca - tam otworzymy dla Was bramkę o godzinie 22:00.
👑 Na bramce płatność możliwa będzie tylko gotówką. Do północy wszystkie Panie wchodzą za free! ❤️‍🔥
👑 Gramy dla Was co najmniej do 5ej rano muzykę dub & dubstep.
👑 Prosimy o niepalenie tytoniu wewnątrz. 😎
Bless
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bl4stp1t · 1 month
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was bored and dubbed this short comic by @wizard0rb
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cowardlykrow · 3 months
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After Cyn's done tryna kill him, she'll eventually relent and they can get to work... whatever that is. I didn't do the outfit any justice, but the second i saw the Cowboy!Curt mega @ricky-mortis made i was literally like, "yes, that is IT."
This is, in my heart, a cannon fit for this au
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bliss-in-the-void · 8 months
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The amount of closure that one line gave me…
“Both my heart and my soul know otherwise” cut! Perfect, that’s all we need. Satoru loves Suguru. Period. Done. Case closed, next caller. Amen, hallelujah. We can all go home now SatoSugu real thank you and goodnight.
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septicanti · 7 months
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Flowey is not a good life coach concept sketches!!
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thegreateggbandit · 3 months
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HELLO! Guess what? I had time to art!
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This post by @pokimoko inspired me to make my own Aro-Snake!
Now to disappear for an unspecified amount of time again >:3
💚🤍🩶🖤
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