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more-like-notome · 2 years
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It’s sleepy little baby time
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yellowistheraddest · 1 month
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I WILL NEVER STOP WITH 'DRAGON LOVE HIS SON AND IS A SILLY GUY' PROPAGANDA!!!!
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suntails · 3 months
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200 years
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fiendishartist2 · 5 months
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guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor
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nezhanetwork · 8 months
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my favourite hermitcraft 7 moments!! (part 2)
(part 1)
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ruporas · 1 year
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kwillow · 1 year
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Old Wounds
So excited to finally post this comic collab between @chocodile and I! She did the initial thumbnails and colors and provided the evil wizard rabbit, and I did the script, sketch and lines and provided the pathetic prettyboy unicorn.
Old Wounds is a look into the alliance between Duke Hyden and Lord de Luxe, an alliance that winds up being a mere ploy for Hyden’s experimentation with unicorn blood and leaves Ambroys feeling rather drained (and often unconscious on Hyden’s floor). It takes place towards the end of their “friendship”, after there’s some serious bad blood between the two - bad blood that sustains a centuries-long grudge.
(Well - I say “bad blood,” but Hyden seems to think the blood is juuuust fine.)
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thelittlediaperidol · 7 months
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slavhew · 9 months
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overdue backposting of the one man mental illness (and two man, sometimes)
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devildomwriter · 1 month
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“Helene was once known far and wide as a witch of unparalleled beauty! Countless humans, angels, and demons alike fell under her spell. But then Asmodeus here came along and seduced her, leading her to betray her lover at the time.”
“Yes, I had I feeling that’s where this story was headed.”
“War erupted as a result of her betrayal, a Great War that destroyed an entire country. And Helene was derided as a horrible, wicked woman who had sold her soul to a demon. What she had to endure was awful…!”
— Little D. No. 2 and Simeon (Chapter 7-12)
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zellk · 6 months
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Not quite done with this lil doodle but I gotta share bg3 Lana's girlfriends...
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ask-the-shichibukai · 2 months
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Someone should write a fanfiction where all the first mate/vice captains (and Nami) go on a vacation together. They founded a CLUB (see the previous post on this), they need a raise, they need a vacation and they need it now. So, their captains are left to fend for themselves for, let's say, a month.
For people like Shanks or Luffy, a week is probably their breaking point (or the time range before boredom and lack of adult supervision pushs them to declare war on the world government, thus forcing their first mates to come back ASAP from vacation).
Absolute chaos becomes unstoppable for the crews who never noticed how much life changes when a more adult adult than you fixes your messes in exchange for the stability of their own blood pressure. When they finally understand they NEED some adult supervision in order not to explode and/or commit mutiny, they despair at the notion that they are supposed to be their own adult for a whole month.
The first mates, who are relaxing on a tropical beach without a care in the world for once in their lives, watch their crews' shenanigans unfold on a maxi TV and start betting on whose captain will break and/or give up first. Shanks. They've never had so much fun and they all know they deserved it.
Finally, they return to their babysitting duties, relaxed and regenerated, and all the captains have never been happier to see their first mates again in all their lives (if Luffy's and Shanks's bear-like hugs are almost unbearable then it's just a matter between first mates, captains and the latter’s deep-seated abandonment issues).
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theeio · 8 months
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Wake up already. You were always like this. Hiding under the sheets when you were upset.
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domysterio · 8 months
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Dominik Mysterio & Rhea Ripley | NXT: The Great American Bash 7/30/23
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bound-vivisection · 1 year
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Steve sat on his knees between Eddie’s legs. If the ache in his legs were any indicator he would say he had been there for quite some time. This was Eddie’s favorite game to play. They would strip him down before making a show of undressing themself, milky skin pulling over taunt muscle. Pale pink scars lining under his pectorals and sides, mirroring Steve’s own. His mouth never failed to go dry when Eddie finally sheds his pants.
He personally wanted to kiss the person that invented hormone replacement therapy for several reason, Eddie’s massive tdick being half of them. Steve would honestly be jealous if it weren’t for the fact he is the only one that gets to enjoy it. Eddie knows this, he always chuckles at the dumb eager look on his face.
Which is why the situation he found himself in was especially cruel. Sitting between Eddie’s legs, his lips wrapped around their hard cock. He had been eager to get his Daddy off, his own cunt already wet from the idea. Instead he felt a hand come to the back of his head, pulling him forward until his nose nestled the sparse hair covering their pubic bone.
“Stay there baby, Daddy just wants to feel your hot mouth for awhile…”
He suppressed a defiant whine that he knew Eddie wouldn’t approve of. Big brown eyes looking up at them as if to beg the other to change their mind.
Eddie only responded by stroking his thumb gently over the boys cheek, admiring the pretty sight in front of him. A grin pulling at his lips when he felt a pouty huff exit Steve’s nose. He gave a gentle rock of his hips, hissing at the slide of their pouty lips around his cock.
“Be good, I might feel generous later.”
Eddie gave them a shitty eating grin, accompanied with a wink before turning his attention to the forgotten TV. This part had always been hard for Steve, resisting the urge to move. Fighting against every intrusive thought that told him to flick his tongue over Eddie’s length, ignoring the urge to reach down and play with his own needy cock. He could feel himself leaking down his thighs, shifting minutely to try and ease the fire growing at his core.
As if Eddie could read his mind there were fingers threading through his hair, a reminder. Taking a deep breath, he focused on just enjoying Eddie’s presence. The taste of him on his tongue, the sensation of their nails scratching against his scalp. It wasn’t long before he found himself floating, the pain in his legs forgotten. His hands finding purchase on Eddie’s thighs, just feeling the soft skin under his palms.
He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but when he hears Eddie gently cooing his name he has to open them. He blinks a couple times to clear his vision. Eddie slide back on the couch, causing his cock to slide free from Steve’s mouth. He chased after their cock with a whine, only to be stopped by the hand in his hair.
“Shh, get up here baby.” Eddie cooed giving his lap a pat, signaling Steve to join him.
Steve quickly scrambled for footing, feeling unsteady on his shaking legs. Eddie reached out to help the boy, his hands coming to rest on their hips as he shifted them to come straddle his lap.
“That’s it baby..” Eddie hissed through his teeth as they settled. Manhandling Steve’s hips into place. His cock sliding through Steve’s slick folds before he aligned their cocks together, rutting against them with a low groan.
“Just let Daddy take care of you.” Steve panted, a hitched moan escaping him when Eddie slid his ring-clad hands to cup his ass. Fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided their hips in a rocking motion. Steve’s leaking cunt making the glide between their cocks deliciously messy.
“Such a slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you baby boy?”
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ohitslen · 9 months
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OKAY VASHWOOD KIDS ON THE HEAD THIS AFTERNOON HHNNG
While I do think that them having kids of their own is super cute and such a nice thing for them both, I am personally a Vash and Wolfwood adopting children truther. Best part is it was Not Even On Purpose.
The times are less aggressive, their lives are less violent (compared to before) and they are both a lot more free. They aren’t used to living a settled life, in spite of finally having a little home of their own at the outskirts of December.
They still travel around without an aim or clear purpose most often than not. They would visit old friends and the times they decided to stay in a place for a bit longer would either be at Home or the Hopeland Orphanage.
They like it that way. It’s familiar and they don’t have to watch for their heads as much as they did before. They are finally experiencing a much more gentler life of their own.
I imagine them stumbling with some kids, let’s say three, that live on their own in one of their trips. They offer to bring them to the Hopeland Orphanage like they usually do to orphaned kids, so they can live more peacefully. They accept after some more convincing.
During that trip they get to live a bit more closely with the children compared to the way they do with the kids back at the orphanage. They love them oh they do, with all their heart, but the closeness they experience with everyone at the orphanage is more of a caretaker sort of approach and nothing as intimate as taking care of them so personally.
The bumpy trip basically obligated them to be more close to the kids, spending nights and days with them, protecting them from danger, cooking meals for their little group of five, spending a few days in different towns to unwind and buy more resources. It was nice, traveling together like that (even if it did get a little dangerous every now and then when they stumbled upon a fight or two).
The kids start to get very attached to them, and both Vash and Wolfwood admittedly were feeling the same way too. They knew they couldn’t keep the kids, not with their wanderers life style and the danger that was still always present (not as terrible as before, but trouble would always be a part of them as it seemed).
Once they got to December to finally leave the kids at the Orphanage, they decide it’s a good time for them to have one of their long stays at the orphanage until their next trip. All of the kids love them both, and they return the sentiment as well. However, it’s evident how their closeness was bigger with the kids they just traveled around with. They knew a bit more about each other with more precision, they were a bit more affectionate with them, the kids would look for Wolfwood and Vash so they could spend more time together. It wasn’t rare for the kids to go and sleep with either of them at night or taking naps with them, but those three particular children would always sleep with them, all snuggled up and warm in their embrace.
It was nice, it almost felt like a little family of their own. Wolfwood remembers how nice it was to live in the orphanage with the other kids, and Vash loved his time with Rem and Knives when they were little, not to mention the people at Home later on, but neither of them really had a grasp of something in their lives they could call wholly theirs, something stable, something constant.
Their stay at the orphanage lasted from their usual month and a half to two months, and then three, until they thought it was a good time for some time of their own back at their little house (living with so many kids always around the corner didn’t provide much space for privacy, much less now that the three kids would follow them as if they were their shadows).
The kids were disappointed and a little sad that their time to leave had come already, even if they had stayed longer than what they usually did this time. Their three little kids were the ones that looked the most anguished from them all, and neither Nick or Vash missed that detail.
When they arrived to their home, they cleaned first, the dust had settled in their house and they could barely move without gusts of it coming to invade their lungs. After they quickly got rid of the most they could they finally got to rest and get some alone time of their own.
The days passed, and the quiet time between them was appreciated, but it felt a bit too quiet. They had quickly grown used to the noise that came with being around the kids in that short time. Maybe it was thanks to the fact that their lives were much kinder now, but something inside of them itched at the thought of not having the kids by their side, of not being together.
They knew what it was after sparing it a second to think of it a bit more.
“You know, I think it would be nice if we stay in here for a bit longer” Vash said out of the blue one day while they were making breakfast together, a soft and genuine smile hanging on his face.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing” Wolfwood answered back with a smile of his own, focused at chopping a portion of vegetables a bit too big for two people, it was probably enough to feed five mouths perhaps.
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