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money-and-dandellions · 4 months
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Lester didn't understand that Meg launched herself onto the Tarquin in order to save him (because this is Meg why would she— he doesn't really deserve it does he he is such a terrible friend and he is fine with himself dying) until he was told about it by Meg.
Meg who feels guilty that Lester is dying and she doesn't want to lose someone else who is important dear to her.
oh yeah and they hugged
and Meg cried
and Lester tried to reassure her that he is going to live despite not knowing if he will .
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crypticsketchpad · 8 months
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fem!hatbox. that’s it that’s the post (ft. butch emily)
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nestedfeathers · 2 months
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wanted to draw playtime! Catnap being creepi. he was still techinically made with the purpose of drugging children...
plus some doodles of CatNap and Huggy with their usual shinanigans
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capn-twitchery · 1 month
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out of curiosity. how many meowth images do you have on standby? it feels like i'm seeing a new one every other day. (positive, they are an incredibly effective tool and also a joy to behold)
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i have a couple of them :) (technically 4 of them are meme edits, 1 is a persian instead of a meowth, and 1 i drew myself when i had no appropriate meowth to convey my emotions but i still think it can count)
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narancias-headband · 1 year
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Calling La Squadra at 3 a.m.
[Sequel to this post kinda]
Risotto
He'll answer right away.
He's probably awake anyway.
He's agreeing to help you before you even explain what you need.
Helping you out with whatever you need really is no bother, unless he's out on a hit. In which case he'll send one of his team members to help out.
When he answers, his voice is huskier and sleepier than usual. Nearly sultry.
"Yes, [Y/N]?" Risotto, I need your help. "I'm on my way."
Formaggio
He's probably sleeping too hard or passed out cold and doesn't even hear his phone.
If he's up, he's more than happy to help you out.
He might be drunk, though, if he is up so late. You'll need to hedge your bets on this one.
If he ends up at your place, he's asking to sleep over. There's a high probability that he crashes on your couch regardless of your answer.
"Why are you up so late? I guess, I am too, but... What do you need, sugar?"
Prosciutto
He's sleeping by now (most nights), but will wake up to answer your call. He's a very light sleeper.
Upset at you for ruining his beauty sleep, but will help you out if he deems it important enough.
If you need him in person, you'll see a rare form: Nighttime Prosciutto. He's dressed in silky pajamas and a fluffy robe, and his hair is in a messy bun. His face is still smeared with remnants of his skincare routine, and he likely has a pimple patch on a spot that he's very concerned could maybe, one day, eventually become a zit.
"And it has to be right now? *sigh* Well, I guess it can't be helped. I'll be there."
You are not allowed to speak of this form of Prosciutto to anyone.
Pesci
It may take a couple calls to wake him and finally get an answer, but Pesci is always willing to help out.
Probably the most dependable of the team.
Would literally do anything, even if it's not important.
You can hear him shuffling to get his shoes and jacket on even before you finish explaining what you need.
"Of course I'll help you. I'm already on my way over."
Please thank him for his time and efforts. He doesn't get thank you's nearly enough.
Ghiaccio
Do not call Ghiaccio in the middle of the night unless you're on his good side or literally about to die.
Either way, he's probably still gonna chew you out.
"Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to call me this late?" I need your help with something. "Why the hell are you even awake right now?!"
He's not actually entirely opposed to helping you out and probably will anyway.
All the while yelling at you for waking him up.
Don't mention it in front of the other team members. He thinks it's bad for his reputation somehow.
Illuso
You're gonna owe him big for this.
Of course he'll help you, he'll be your knight in shining armor any time. For a favor he can cash in later, that is.
Hey, can you help me out? "So you want... A favor from me?"
You can practically hear the smirk on his face when he sees the opportunity.
Will come and do whatever you need in the most dramatic way possible, acting like he's saving your life.
If you think he's not going to hold you to that favor, think again. He's not going to forget that you owe him. He'll cash it in eventually. Probably at the worst possible moment for you.
Melone
Calling Melone at 3 a.m. is a risky move. Sure, he's more than willing to do what you need from him, but he's also pretty sure it's actually a booty call.
Mel, I really need your help. "Darling, don't be ashamed to ask me for sex." N-no, Melone, I actually- "I'm on my way."
Will show up at your place wearing next to nothing. Like he doesn't just wear that anyway.
Takes a lot of explaining that no, you weren't calling to bang, and yes, you actually want his help.
Once he gets what you're really after, he's happy to help you out. Does so kindly and genuinely.
Will ask if you'd fuck him as payment for the favor, mainly just to make sure, once again, that you didn't want that in the first place. Thankfully, he's not super insistent by the end.
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loveisinthebat · 2 years
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Nefarious Fellow
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seiwas · 5 months
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selly belly, i want to ask you !! what tropes would you pair yourself with your faves ??
tallulah bb!! hello 🥹 lovely of you to drop by!!
thank u for asking this bb!! this is such an interesting question for my very uninteresting answer 🥲🥹🫶🏻 truly, my default is always a slowburn friends to lovers, no matter who it is 😭 (i think it comes w how i am 😭 it takes me a while to warm up to someone!!)
but!!! to give you something more creative hehe here are some of my thoughts if we take away bsf/friends to lovers 🫶🏻:
iwaizumi -> fwb to lovers (it is wholly out of character for the both of us & i think that’s why we’d end up together cos we’re both fools n get attached lOL)
bakugo -> exes to lovers (i would not stand his ass with his attitude 😭 i also think he has too many issues i probs won’t be equipped to handle earlier on—it’s a timing thing!)
shouto & megumi -> fake dating (i looooove the idea of fake dating w shouto for publicity 😭 & megumi for convenience 😭 the blurred lines of what’s fake and what’s real!!!)
gojo -> arranged marriage (truly bc idt i’d marry him otherwise 😭 i love him but being so fr idk if we’re compatible 😭 an arranged marriage leaves us with no choice! and maybe i do realise along the way that we can work out somehow!!!)
oikawa -> exes to lovers (very much a case of right person wrong time—so with that point, we try to find the right time 🥹)
atsumu, kiri, & yuuji -> roommates (not sure if this is a trope but they all fit here bc i think they’re all some sub breed of friends to lovers widjejd i think it’s bc they’re bros who try to play it cool but are in denial to the core 😭)
nanami -> neighbours to lovers (i just think i’d be his annoyingly happy neighbour who bakes way too often and ends up giving him some extras every now and then 🥹)
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sunset-mp4 · 2 months
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my favorite found family <3
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tangledinink · 1 year
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im going go to make spicy noodles and cry <3
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mastcrmarksman · 14 days
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Send in 🎭 and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!
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Limiting myself to three was tough. because. I love these idiots so fucking much.
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walnutcookie · 10 months
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3/4 of people when they see the banner i put under my art asking to not like if you wont reblog
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krynutsreal · 1 year
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rewatching dangan playthrough but with berleezy playing it and it's like GUAU ....momdmookowada. heart emoji.........strangles taka (affectionately)
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Never say I don't give the people what they ask for. I tried so hard to put this off because I want to read smut written by someone who isn't me.
And here I am.
TW for monster fucking and everything that comes with it. Ivy Spell-Cleaver's first Calanmai.
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Drums pounded in the distance, their unrelenting beat replacing the pounding in Ivy Spell-Cleavers chest. She panted as she crested the top of the hill, eyes scanning the woods in front of her. A cool, spring breeze dragged long strands of auburn hair over her cheek. She exhaled, pressing a hand over her chest. 
She wasn’t alone. A half naked male was stalking just behind her, long fangs protruding from his gums. Claws tipped over his large hands and though he was still on two legs, his tanned skin rippled in the magic, as if he were mere moments from shedding this form. She shivered at the thought.  
“Go home,” she whispered, hand wrapped around her neck. “Don’t follow me.”
He growled. “You belong to me, female.”
Ivy took a breath. Could she outrun him? She’d heard of the reputation of the beastly Spring court males, of what happened when they gave into their base instincts. It was foolish to think of running and yet the alternative was to let him snatch her on the hillside, to shred her dress and rut her like the animal he was. 
Pine green eyes pinned her to place. His naked chest was painted with immaculate whorls of blue, his shoulder length blonde hair framing his chiseled, maculine face. She could see the outline of his cock in his pants, slung low over his hips. The size of him suggested something Ivy did not want to consider, not as he prowled towards her, practically towering over her smaller frame. 
“Do not do what you are thinking,” he warned, reaching one hand towards her. “There is no escape tonight.”
She yielded a step all the same, ignoring the way his lips curled into a cruel smile. “I can smell your cunt on the air,” he told her. “I will track you.”
She turned on her heel and ran, not daring to think too closely about his threat. Ivy didn’t let herself think about anything but her bare feet against the cool earth, steps pounding in time with the drums. 
Run, run, run. Don’t let the male catch you, she repeated. Over and over like a mantra. She knew what he’d do if he found her, how he’d take his pleasure. She’d seen the High Lord only minutes before, shifting into a terrifying beast of fur and claws and horns, dragging his maiden into a cave. No one had batted an eye at the sight but Ivy, an interloper to Spring. 
She ought to have gone home in that instant, but she’d been too curious for her own good. She’d watched long enough for the beastly male with his pine green eyes and his blonde hair to catch sight of her. To want her. 
And now she was running through his woods, barefoot and alone. She heard howling in the distance, followed by the threatening snarls of a male who’d lost a particularly delicious prey. She wove through trees, dodging low-slung branches as her feet broke against rocks and leaves and sticks strewn about. 
And it wasn’t enough. Her legs weren’t quick enough, her panic overriding all good sense. A force knocked her to the ground, not so hard to hurt but enough to stun. Ivy screamed, for all the good it did her. It wasn’t the tanned, painted skin of the man who pinned her cheek to the dirt but a furred, paw tipped in a set of terrifying, curved talons. 
The sound of shredding fabric made her scream in frustration, still pinned helplessly beneath the monster. The beautiful white dress fluttered to ribbons beside her, creating a mockery of a blanket for which his creature clearly meant to have her on.
Horns, attached to a fanged, snouted face, pushed between her legs. Spread, Ivy closed her eyes to whimper when a wet nose inhaled deeply. A rumbling growl of approval silenced any protests she might have made. The rough touch of the monster's tongue against her barred cunt should have filled her with shame. Ivy squeezed her eyes closed, arms covering her head. More snarls of approval told her that whatever he tasted, he liked.
She liked it too—not that she’d ever say so. Her body was so soft and every tongue she’d ever felt against her body hadn’t been like this. Invading and demanding, the beast lapped against her until her legs trembled and pleasure overrode every good sense that reminded her she was not screaming, not fighting very hard. One paw still held her to the ground, her nose all but buried in the dirt. 
Climax ripped through her unbidden, hidden save for the rush of wet she knew he was tasting. It was what he wanted, she realized when he pulled his head back and released the bruising paw from her spine. Slick enough to take him.
“You can’t,” she whispered, looking when she knew she shouldn’t. His cock jutted huge between his legs, swollen and purple and far larger than anything that belonged in her body. “It won’t fit.”
The beast ignored her entirely, mounting her until the tip of his angled cock rubbed between her folds. He was clumsy like this, head resting over her shoulder, unable to see what he was doing. Ivy angled her hips to try and keep him from pushing in only to get caught in his trap.
The beast pushed into her body without warning, burying himself root to tip before she could catch her breath. Ivy couldn’t help the whining scream that escaped her, along with all the air that had been in her lungs. The stretch was impossible, a bruising pain that didn’t seem as if it would ever end. Panting, Ivy moaned a frantic, “stop!” for all the good it did her. The beast only increased his thrusting, one of his horns pressed to her cheek. 
Talons dug into the earth alongside her, keeping her firm beneath him. And oh, pleasure was beginning to build again, ripping through her though it was all wrong. Ivy couldn’t have moved if she wanted to and yet instinct told her to try, her cunt squeezing around the massive cock pumping inside her.
The beast snarled when she came, licking the side of her face as if to say good job. His own hips moved quicker, without rhythm, pushing deeper until she realized the new, unbearable stretch was the base of him swelling and pushing into her body, rutting her mindlessly. Ivy didn’t want to come when she discovered that and yet her orgasm crashed around her, drawing a scream from her throat. 
“Alex!” she moaned without meaning to, shattering their game. All at once the beast was gone, shifting back to the tanned, blue painted male from before.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathed, collapsing atop her. The stretch was gone, replaced by the cock she was all too familiar with.
“I didn’t mean to say your name,” Ivy whispered, sated and sore and filthy. He’d come, if the amount of fluid sliding down her thighs was any indication. “I lost myself a little.”
He pulled her from the ground, utterly naked among the fallen leaves. She whined at the loss of their connection though she liked when he put his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
“Was it the way you imagined?” Ivy asked, angling her neck so he could kiss her again.
“Better,” Alexander admitted, smiling against her skin. “I lost myself, too. Did I hurt you?”
“Not really,” she replied, wiggling against the phantom stretch still aching in her body. “I came, didn’t I?”
“You really sold the frightened princess thing,” Alex agreed, tilting her head to kiss her mouth. “This is the thing I don’t like about this form. I wanted to kiss you.”
“You’re so sentimental,” she murmured. “Next time let's pick a better safe word than your name.” “Do you want to do it again, then?” he questioned, fingers gliding down her chest. 
“Yes,” she admitted. “This stays between us.”
He chuckled. “Oh? You don’t want me to tell your father how you spent your night.”
Ivy smacked lightly at his chest. “Go ahead, Alex. It’s your funeral. I’m still young. I’ll find another–”
He silenced her with a bruising kiss. “There is no one else,” he panted into her mouth. “Only me, only you.”
“No one else,” she agreed, her heart racing again.
“Want to go again? Or shall I take you back to the clearing and let everyone see how easy it is to defile a princess of Day?”
“Again,” she agreed, looking ruefully at her torn dress. “Don’t let me run so long this time, though. I’m already tired.”
Ivy stood, brushing a leaf from her bare ass.
“I like when you’re sweaty,” Alexander assured her. “It's easier to track your scent.”
She took a step back from him, taunting smile on her lips. “Oh yeah? I thought it was my cunt you were smelling?”
His expression immediately darkened. “You better run, Ivy. I’m not counting to ten this time.”
She grinned.
And took off running all the same. 
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torchiiko · 1 year
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ummmm. spamton x reader where reader is just as if not more insecure than spamton and by loving each other they also learn to love themselves
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hey everyone i’m going to throw up i am so excited right now i can’t stop shaking
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dexholderdiamond · 9 months
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absurdistshipping/diapearl tag has been active since i last visited Rrrrrr
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