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"Get in, my buddy here needs some service."
He wasn't the only one. We drove to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town where they both unzipped and took turns using my mouth to relieve some mid-shift stress, along with their midweek loads.
#get in#just what we need#happy to see me#take care of my buddy#take care of us#get in and go down#go down on us
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Yo: “este porro no sube”
(5min después)
#video#sfw#perro#perros#dog#dogs#coche#subir#get in#get on#xd#lol#humor#fail#fails#omg#lmao#funny#wtf#animalicos#pets
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Perez is shaking rn
#GET IN#DANNY RIC P1#fp1 bahrain#f1#mclaren boys are in p2 and p3#😁😄#get it girl#so proud#(something was wrong w maxs car)#mclaren#lando norris#formula 1#daniel ricciardo#oscar piastri#down under on top
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during the portugal - uruguay game 👀🏳️🌈
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i would put all my mutuals in one of these if i could
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Get In
Warnings: survivor’s guilt, grief, referenced death, referenced mcd
“Get in, Caretaker,” Friend said as they opened the car door.
Caretaker stared silently at the ground, tears filling their eyes and making it difficult to see. The vice that had been on their heart since Whumper took Whumpee and them hostage hadn’t let up. The inability to breathe since....since...since everything happened hadn’t lessened. Everything was just too much.
It was too much that Whumper took them. It was too much that they took Whumpee. It was too much that Whumpee had been grabbed because of Caretaker’s carelessness. And it was too much that Whumpee was dead.
Because of them.
Whumpee was dead because of Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t listened to Caretaker. Because Whumper hadn’t taken Caretaker’s offering of themself seriously. Whumpee was dead because Whumper had wanted Caretaker to live.
But Caretaker couldn’t live in a world without Whumpee. Couldn’t live in a world without light. And they couldn’t live in a world knowing that Whumpee’s light had been snuffed out instead of theirs.
“Caretaker,” Friend said softly, “I think it would be good for you to visit--”
“I can’t go see them. It’s my fault that they’re there.” Caretaker’s words tumbled out. And once those tumbled out, more followed. “They’re there because I was stupid. Because I was reckless. Because I couldn’t make Whumper listen to me. Because I couldn’t save them.”
Friend wrapped their arms around Caretaker as Caretaker sobbed. “Whumpee’s gone because of what Whumper did. Not you. Caretaker, you didn’t do anything wrong. Whumpee wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. They would want you to live. And be happy.”
“I can’t be happy. Not without them.”
Friend rubbed soothing circles on Caretaker’s back. “Maybe not now. But one day, one day you’ll be happy again, Caretaker. And Whumpee will be smiling down at you.”
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw survivor's guilt#tw grief#tw referenced death#tw referenced mcd#juneofdoom#june of doom 2023#day 2#get in#prompt: survivor's guilt#queue#prompt: sobbing
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You ever do something not thinking much of it, but after you do it you realize it was actually like a genius move?
This happened to me with my story: Started it off with a fairly standard conflict; someone wants what Tuon has. But afterward I was like "Oh shit, this is a prime opportunity to show his unyielding guardianship!" But not only that, I also realized that it did a great job at reflecting his flaws and sort of foreshadowing them to the reader
Oh man THATS SO GOOD!! It is so nifty when things work out like that, I hear you- long story relatively short, you betcha.
I had something like that with Aeonian, my Tav for Baldur's Gate 3. One of their quirks that I put down on paper early on was that the places were their muscles would be are rock hard - mainly because of the fact that they're cramming a monolithically sized form's worth of matter down into a humanoid body thats eight times smaller, hence putting a lot of strain on their body as a whole, but also à la a statue for a physical form.
"Statue for a physical form.... death and rebirth themes*......statue made of rock. wait."
Because I cannot escape my hyperfixations, geology was thrown back in my face in whence I was immediately reminded of the ROCK CYCLE:
-which can be pretty well-applied to the whole death and rebirth thing, not to mention a nifty little guideline as to how their character arc can go as well as Aeonian's place as a story in of themselves (long story, involves statues though) and their tendency to 'erode' themselves per se if it means getting where they need to be. Metamorphosis also links pretty cleanly here too, not only because of the metamorphic rock and its processes but because of parallels between Aeonian (embodiment of death [at sea]) and Thanatos, the greek personification of death, who is usually represented by way of butterflies.
I'm real bad at explaining things so I apologize if none of this made a lick of sense, I promise it's a lot clearer in my head and please feel free to ask for clarity on anything!! this is probably some of my favorite character work I've done so far
*dionysus+being the literal embodiment of death [at sea,] longer story
(Please talk more about Tuon he is SO cool and I talk too much, that's some really good character writing)
#oc lore#original character#baldurs gate tav#bg3 tav#bg3#mind - Aeonian and their sister were originally created outside of Baldur's Gate for a separate project (hence the greek myth allusions)#and i kind of just plonked them in cos I didn't feel like creating a new character at the time#hence why this may seem wacko bonkers#oc#this stone theme I have going on also reflects how they act for a good while#Earlier on in the story#(at least in terms of their character in BG3)#they know they are here for one purpose;#get in#find missing sister (long story)#get out#As per detriment this also means that they're rather walled#and they only organized the adventuring party in the first place because the other three (Karlach Gale Astarion) have skills that they don'#thus actually finding their sister will go a whole lot smoother#all this to say they aren't here to make friends#but they do soften after a while (with much heat and pressure e.g combat and working together and bonding)#my oc stuff#they have so many issues man#their entire mantra basically amounts to 'if I'm not dead I'm fine' which is an idiot thing to follow when you're immortal#“I will keep moving forward as long as I breathe regardless of if there's enough of me left to move” -immortal fucking dipshit /lovingly
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He may look young, but he's not innocent, and it definitely wasn't his first time. He knew the score and made full use of my mouth, until he was running on empty.
Confident, cocky, and full of cum . . . well, he's now two out of three, but he'll be back once he's refuelled.
#ride along#not his first time#get in#get in and go down#he knew the score#he knows#unzip and go gown#keep your head down#stay on it#don't pull off#came without warning#dumped his load in my mouth#made me swallow#emptied his balls#multiple rounds#swallow and keep going
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#get in#to: my mutuals#from: bou <3#this is /aff#i love you guys ur all so silly i want to examine yall under a microscope
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When Pablo dashes off, he's so excited that he doesn't notice himself stepping through the blue and purple portal in the doorway-- or that he's now in a bustling, strangely colored city.
He slams face-first into a mahogany door, having not expected to find another door so soon after passing through the first one. It only takes him a moment to recover, despite the strangeness of it all. He has an invitation, and he'd rather deep fry his feather pen then waste an opportunity like this.
After checking to make sure that this was, indeed, the right house, he strolls in through the front door. He forgets to close it behind him.
"HELLO?", Pablo calls out.
Something wooden clatters further in the house.
"HELLOOOO~! IS ANYBODY HOME?!?"
Pablo waits for a moment. Then, an older-looking skeleton peeks out from another room. He's well dressed, presentable. But his bugged-out eyes show the same level of stress as someone watching their phone teeter over a sewer drain.
Jabot blinks.
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Shockingly, they find a lot to talk about.
Everything from witnessing someone flush a cake down a toilet to mundane workplace grievances seems to be fair game, and Jabot keeps the taller skeleton's cup full. Pablo freely spouts off about anything that comes to mind, Jabot follows along, and before they know it, three full hours have passed. Neither hear the front door shut.
Jabot eventually has to bring their meeting to an end. His armada of medication awaited him, and he found it in bad taste to worry decent company with his regiment, so he walked Pablo to the door.
"I thank you again for the company, Mr. Pab-- Papyrus." Jabot began, leaning on his cane. "It's been too long since I've had someone visit for company's sake, and not just for their taxes. It gets lonesome when the people you see view you as nothing but a cog in the machine--"
Jabot chuckled slightly, waving off his statement.
"Heavens, look at me prattle on. It's late. You need to get home."
He pulls out a blue and purple "fountain pen" and hands it to Pablo.
"This is not a pen." He explained. "It is a… well, I don't know what it is, but if you ever need to speak with me again, click the button three times--"
Pablo immediately clicked it four times out of curiosity. A blue and white portal spiderwebbed out next to Pablo before immediately retracting itself on the fourth click.
Jabot's smile froze.
"...and it will bring you back here. And yes, to close it, you press the button again (as you have just found)."
After they shook hands and said their goodbyes, Pablo reopened the portal and it brought him back to his office, where nobody had noticed his absence.
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Simpletale by @simpletale-officiale
Underswap Brittle by Grotto-kay
#undertale#undertale au#undertaleau#ut brittle#au papyrus#us beam#simpletale#the door is open#get in#getingetingetingetin
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Hi, friend! :)
my bed is a little nest but we can still kiss
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