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ssreeder · 2 years
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meet my son Glumbi
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hope he makes you ✨happy✨
I’m overjoyed by him & I have an unnatural urge to touch him.
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wispscribbles · 4 months
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I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)
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If no hug then why hug-shaped???
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dustofthedailylife · 5 months
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Thinking about Genshin men and taking a warm bubble bath with them.
With all the nice smelling essential oils, rose petals swimming in the water, a candlelit bathroom, and quiet music playing in the background. They gently wash your hair, massaging your scalp in circular motions, their chest pressed firmly against your back, and their arm gently snaked around your waist from behind. An occasional kiss is placed at your nape...
KAVEH, ZHONGLI, AYATO, ALHAITHAM, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, DILUC, NEUVILLETTE
A/N: This thought came about because it's so cold here atm. Unfortunately, we don't have a bathtub at our current apartment *cries* - But just physical, non-explicit intimacy has me melting like candlewax in the sun 🫠 could it be any more obvious my love language is physical touch? SDIKFHSD- I need to write a fic like this.
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?
I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au
Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.
Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.
The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.
It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.
But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.
You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.
His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.
But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—
He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.
He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.
You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.
He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.
Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."
You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.
The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.
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tending-the-hearth · 1 year
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i'm so obsessed with these little gargoyles you have no idea
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they have every disease 😌
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thedevilandhisbride · 2 years
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very violent in your face reminder that you should NOT grab someones wheelchair and start wheeling them out of the way or to another area without their permission i went on a fieldtrip yesterday to a university and while my friend who was wheeling me around the entire time stepped off to the side to do something, my teacher unexpectedly came up behind me and started to wheel me over to another area when i was in the middle of doing something. she did not warn me or even bother to tell me that she was going to start moving me. this is only because i am in a wheelchair. it scared me and it was not okay at all. its the same thing as taking someone forcefully by the shoulders and moving them somewhere else when their friend who was walking with them stepped off to the side for a moment and they were waiting for them. you dont do that because its rude, weird, and disrespectful towards them- so why would you do that to me, or any other wheelchair user?
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daily-hanamura · 9 months
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billiuspendragon · 3 months
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Akechi is actually so cute I can't handle it, look at Him.
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Look at this image. Those huge autistic eyes. He must be freed. I am going to cry. I am not well.
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ssprayberrythings · 5 months
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something about this photo just makes me act like a school girl while giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet
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egophiliac · 8 months
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Do you know or think any of the past Halloween events will rerun? Like “Terror is Trending” or “Spectral Soirée”? Cause I wanna know the plots of those and maybe play through them since I joined the game late, but I’m not sure if they’ll rerun at this point
I HOPE so, the second Halloween event is still probably my favorite! (it's just. peak non-main Twst content. everyone is so ridiculous and it's so delightful.) the way they've been doing it though has been to rerun the previous year's Halloween event and then the new one, so Eng probably won't be getting those first two events again anytime soon. :( if you're okay with just watching them for the story, your best bet is probably to look up a playthrough of them on YouTube. just make sure it has the ending rhythmics, they both had super cute ones!
Eng sometimes does things differently than JP though, and I think there's been a bit of an influx of new players to both versions lately? so one or both might decide to do a big rerun at some other point in the year! or they might just start rotating Halloween events or something now that they have four of 'em. :U I admit, I do kinda hope that they rerun just so I can try to get that ONE Scary Monsters card I'm missing...please Twst...I just need one more...
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lavenderr-starrs · 1 month
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You think you’re so tough huh? What if I gently held you huh? What if I held you close to me? Huh? What if I held you like something precious what then? What if I held you like you’d break?
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findafight · 2 years
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The party gets into a debate about who gives the best hugs. Lucas says max does, which she thinks is very sweet but entirely incorrect because obviously Steve gives the best hugs. Dustin agrees wholeheartedly. Mike refuses to let Steve win so he says Will gives the best hugs. Will is like oh that's nice...Mike you give the best hugs :). El is like you are wrong Hopper gives the best hugs. No one can argue with her on that but Dustin is adamant that Hop only gives her the best hugs because he's her dad and therefore Steve gives the best hugs.
Steve hears this and is like you all are wrong Robin gives the best hugs, hands down. No contest.
And the Party is flabbergasted because Robin is not a huggy person. She's barely a touchy person. Like yeah she'll give a shoulder pat or a friendly elbow, but whenever Robin hugs one of them it's awkward and stiff.
When informed of this Steve is like "...uh. no? She's literally so clingy? We hang off each other all the time? Her hugs are amazing? What are you talking about?"
"yeah cause she's in love with you"
Steve doesn't dignify that with a response other than a huff.
Eddie walks in and Steve thinks he's got an ally in this pointless battle. Eddie is firmly of the opinion Steve gives the best hugs. Because he does. Nice big hugs with an extra squeeze in the middle. There is no other reason involving his big gay crush on Steve or his love of Being Held. Nope. None.
Steve is frustrated because while it's touching they think Steve gives good hugs, they are not acknowledging Robin's superior hugging!! The disrespect! Sacrilege!! Disgraceful!! And everyone is like Steve!! She doesn't give us hugs! Only you!!
Finally, Robin comes in. Steve stands and glares at the party, he'll show them.
"Robin!" He says, arms wide.
"Steve!" She grins and dives into him, curling her arms around his waist, tucks her face right into his neck, and rocks them back and forth, giving a good squeeze before they release each other.
Steve turns to the group with a smug expression because see? Best hugs.
Dustin is going to prove Steve wrong. He gets up. Smiles. Opens his arms.
"hey Robin!" And waits. Robin smiles and looks at him. Pats his arm. Give him a bit of a side hug outside his arms. Ruffles his hair.
"hey?"
Dustin grins.
"so we were talking about who gives the best hugs and-
"oh, Steve, definitely. Absolutely. Hands down no contest. Why?"
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MORE...!!!
MORE FLOOFY!!!!!!
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(i love your barnaby sm i wanna hug him and squeeze him like an anti-stress toy <3)
FAMOUS TUMBLR USER AKEMIMA ART IN MY INBOX ON THIS BLESSED DAY
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lewdssyum · 2 months
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small collection of scenes where adam has Roundness and i cant breathe
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ninemelodies · 1 month
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prompto is so fucking cute i’m gonna RAAAAAAAA
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birdy-bird27 · 6 months
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Visualization of how I feel about spamton
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