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“transmasc characters being bottoms is transphobic” no actually you’re just under the impression that bottom/submissive = feminine transmascs bottoming is actually hot as fuck when you don’t have a heteronormative mindset
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📝for the wip game?
📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.
(WIP game!!)
oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. 😏 pushes up sleeves. let's see what's in my files
looks like we got some -adjacent here, folks!!! YEEHAW
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Harry smiled as he stroked James’s hair.
“You beautiful man,” he told him so quietly. “Do you have any idea how wonderful it is to love you?”
His unbelievably exquisite, cherished green eyes opened to slits, then directed his heavy-lidded gaze up to his partner. “I can hazard a guess.”
Harry smirked and ruffled his hair. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was. I actually woke up a little while ago.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Just wanted to cuddle?”
“Yeah.”
He fixed the golden mop of hair. “You’re cute. I guess.” James grunted and tucked his head in to the crevice of Harry’s side and the blanket.
A moment later they both got a little surprise. Harry placed his hand on his girth and James’s head rose from its would-be resting place, transfixed on his husband’s large belly.
“It kicked.”
“Yeah, I know. It kicked me in the head.” He glanced at Harry when he laughed.
“Aw, they were just saying h— oh. Feisty today. — hey!”
James settled his hand on the last place the tiny foot had complained. To his delight, his palm was met by another jab; he rubbed the spot with utmost affection. “Hi, little one.”
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:3c!!!!!!
ok and now for some diversity: fnaf security breach ft. my own designs for Moon :)
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YEAH CAN I GET A UHHHHHHHHH HOLIDAY BARBIE // SRY BARBIE MACHINE BROKE // FUCK U MONTY (<- literally what it's called in Notes lmao)
“For the second time, I’ll give you the watch if—“
“For the second time, what?! C’mon, Moonman! I can’t hear ya; either get closer, or speak up.”
“I can’t turn up my volume, Gator - I’m at max. You need your hearing sensitivity fixed.”
“Then lower your line a little more, I can’t make hide or hair. We gotta do this every time?”
“You heard me say that, so what’s the problem?”
“I heard half of it, which was enough to know what you were yappin’ about. We have this talk all the time, we might as well have it prerecorded!”
“Feh. If you promise not to grab or yank me, I’ll get closer.”
“When have I ever yanked you?”
“Oh, you’re going to play innocent, now, are you? You want footage, Monty? I’ve got f—“
“Wouldja get down here so we can have a normal conversation? For once??”
“.. fine. Prima donna..”
The robotic alligator standing on the floor watched elegance donned in purple climb the strong curtains to the top. Soon after, the spidery mass of fabric and glow came easing, belly-down in its red silk sling again, lower and lower until their faces were inches from each other. Monty snorted a cold burst of dense, hydraulic hair through his immobile metal nostrils directly into his colleague’s sculpted plate and drape of his regal, violet hood.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Is this better for you, my liege?”
“It’ll do, jester. Now, what were you sayin’ about a watch?”
“I’ve got a ‘63 Rolex with your name on it if you can give me the Holiday Barbie you found the other day.”
His mechanical mug seemed to frown. “What Holiday Barbie?”
The partially obscured, crescent-moon face didn’t move, but the droop of a charcoal grey eyelid over the purple galaxy swirl the robot had for an eye made his displeasure known. “You twit. What did you do with the Holiday Barbie?”
“What Holiday Barbie?!” Monty asked again, spreading his arms. “Barbies are Barbies, Moonman! They all look the same to me.”
The light-projected eye rolled in its LED screen socket. “She had on a burgundy and gold dress, bore red hair, and wore candy cane stockings,” Moony described, impatiently. “She’s the Holiday Barbie from four years ago. Do you still have her?”
Monty thoughtfully perched his bulky, taloned fingers on his stout jaw. “Hrm, she rings a bell.. Iiiiii dunno, though. Lemme see the watch, first - maybe it’ll help me remember if I still got ‘er.”
The hanging animatronic’s slim, dark-lit arms folded in the air beneath his chest. “Work with me, Monty.”
“You don’t even have the watch on ya, do ya?”
“You don’t have the Barbie on you, do you? No - you don’t. We’re working on honor right now.”
“Eeeehh..” Monty grumbled, sneaking a look over his shoulder to check for his wandering band members. Coast was still clear. He peered sidelong at the Daycare Attendant past the gold-rimmed frame of his star-shaped sunglasses. “What condition is it in?”
“Upper scale of ‘great’; seemed whoever had it, took good care of it.”
“Does it work?”
It was incredible how a partially-obscured, immobile face and one color-swirled eye could call him stupid, but that’s what it did - and it did it VERY loudly. “Yes, Monty,” replied the patronizing whisper of the Plex’s nap time overseer. “It works great.”
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and last but not least (sorry idk how to follow directions)....... whatever the fuck this is (actually i know whatever the fuck it is but do NOT--)
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He enjoyed the walk quite immensely. It was refreshing; better yet, no one seemed to be about. All the better! When he arrived to the cafe, the atmosphere was quaint and sleepy, and his coffee was retrieved quick. Dobie found himself a wonderful spot beneath a tree, half in the sun, with its shade being ideal for the passing hours. Placing his book and coffee down on the little wrought iron table, Dobie scraped the matching chair over, sat down, and propped his feet up on the table’s ornate iron rungs. Crossing his ankles and snuggling in, he then plucked the pen from its nest in his hair, opened his book, and thumbed to the page awaiting his genius.
The coffee steamed. Its aromatic vapors danced and swayed chiffon ribbons in the weather like fog rising off a black lake in the white ceramic mug, gradually cooling to a temperature his tongue could handle.
Everything was great.
He got down to work.
“Heya, Dobie!”
The old man blinked, then squinted up at the newcomer that hadn’t been invited. A white wolf, senior in age (with possibly an upwards of eight years on the lifespan of his own), stood at the other side of the table, beaming bright. Dobie frowned.
Oh, great. Dobie groaned a low ‘ooohhhmm’ under his breath, and glanced at his coffee. He’d forgotten all about it until now. Since he was interrupted from The Zone anyway, he picked it up and took a sip. It was lukewarm, but Dobie didn’t mind; he was a fan of coffee, whether the drink be hot or cooled. He gulped, and sighed.
“Hi, Frank.”
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listen,
#ches writes#long post#i will not apologize for myself or what i do BUT LISTEN#adjacent#uhhhhhhh im not gonna fandom tag the other two LOLOLOL#hi to vogel who's seen the monty and moon shenanigans bit LOL :3c#there are AMAZING things hiding in my files i can assure u and i hope u enjoyed this little pick off the spice rack#CHEERS ILU <3
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dew/phantom shipname idea: stardew
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imo once you feel comfortable openly discussing your bowel movements w someone that means you are life long friends
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literally ant is the type to see swiss after he braids his hair using braiding hair and get spooked because “HOWD YOU GROW SO MUCH HAIR OVERNIGHT THATS AMAZING” meanwhile the hair is literally a different color than swiss actual hair
one of my favourite swiss drawings i’ve ever seen had him w long white braids (i shall find the link and rb)
i love the thought of swiss taking his braids out for the first time and ants like “nooo you cut your hair :((“ only to see him the next day with his braids again
ant just stares at him like “🫵 wizard”
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if we are friends and we are adults do not come at me being like “can we plan a hangout sometime soon?” no mf you don’t want to hangout be a man we’re gonna have a play date grow up dickhead
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even tho my voice has dropped i still look and dress fairly fem so my current favourite hobby is responding to old guys that try to talk to me instead of just ignoring them
they come up to me like “hey sweetheart how’s it going” and suddenly i go into my ultra masc persona and respond “yeah not too bad mate yourself?” and watch them shit their pants in confusion and horror
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okay now that i’m not a complete emotional wreck like i was a few days ago
i’m gonna be taking a step back from this account for a bit, i do hope to return but currently my entire personal life is in shambles and i need to take time away to figure myself and my life out. i’ve been battling possible undiagnosed and untreated bpd on top of all my other problems and it’s caused me to be incredibly emotionally unstable and that’s instability is not something i want to be shown on here. when things in my head get bad they get really bad and it’s not pretty and i’m not gonna lie it’s been a really fucking tough past few months.
this community has brought be nothing but joy for the past year and a bit and i’m so incredibly grateful for the friends i’ve made but right now i don’t like who i am and how i act so once im back at a more stable and happier headspace i shall return to regular horny gay ghoul posting
if you want to contact me i’ll try to respond to dms when possible or my discord is moonster69420 (amazing ik)
in the meantime take care
love ya <33
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the term “raw dogging” has become such a casual phrase in my vocabulary that i don’t even want to think about the amount of times i have accidentally said it in a professional setting and not even realised
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everytime i have an interaction with a customer that goes like:
“so was that a large or a small?”
“oh just a regular”
“yep so we only have large or small size”
“yeah just a standard size”
i lose 10 years off my life
#moony yappin#happens once a shift at least#and everytime i have to hide in the cold room and scream
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if you don’t eat fruit like you’re eating a human organ you’re not doing it right
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just wanna mention i’m currently a bit over 5 months on hrt and i love talking i love hearing my voice i can talk for hours now and i don’t cringe my manager said that people at work have been saying im talking more and im more confident and he’s known me since i was like 17 he’s kinda like an uncle to me he said “it’s so nice to finally see you comfortable in yourself” and bro i almost cried and i love my body more than ever my fat distribution has finally evened out and ive gained some muscle so im looking tone and i love seeing myself i love seeing my body i’ve nver felt this way before and my hairs finally long again and i love it i feel so pretty i love being able to style it and take care of it and it’s so healthy and nice and YA
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yall ever get hcs about your moots?
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having extreme social anxiety is just like having a common sense narrator sometimes
“i’m just going to get a peach from the kitchen this is a normal thing normal ppl do and nobody is angry or judging me”
“i’m sitting in my car on my phone and there’s ppl around me and they don’t care what im doing im minding my business”
“i’m just gonna sit on this bench and eat my croissant which is a normal person behaviour and nobody is judging me”
#this lil voice used to just be me trying to act normal while high and had slowly turned into me trying to act normal while sober#it’s a useful voice to have tho#moony yappin
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i have good news and bad news team
bad news is i had a job interview today i really committed for and took out my nose piercings for but have not been able to get my double nostril piercings back in so i’ve gone from 14 to 12 piercings :((
good news is I GOT THE JOB AND ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD AND IS LITERALLY GOING TO CHANGE MY ENTIRE LIFE
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andrew hozier-bryne: hehe tour done oh look doing boston festival cant wait😊
me an australian who has been aggressively in love with this man since i was 14: ....pls .... j-just one show .... pls
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