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flourish-of-steel · 1 year
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chaos kings of tumblr
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home-halone · 7 months
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a short rest
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stygiovictoria · 3 months
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saiki and teruhashi
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pine-needle-shuffle · 4 months
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Rouge + 3 + the FBI lady from Sonic X
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Topaz, huh? Now THERE'S a gem I'd like to steal
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disciple-of-frost · 8 days
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NGL, it has been a pretty stressful last couple of days. We had to take one of my boys to the vet and found out he has some urinary issues that some antibiotics and a new brand of food can help fix. We also found out he is starting to develop arthritis in his hips so we gotta make sure that gets taken care of. Other than that he's gonna be just fine.
So I'm probably gonna start up on the gposes again tomorrow, I need to de stress for rn.
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astarmaux · 3 months
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Oh wow, I forgot this existed. A map I made of my old guild's estate in WoW. Just got hit with nostalgia. ♥
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umbralaether · 8 months
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My cat is sick once again.
But this time it’s even worse than before— a distended stomach with three possibilities from best case to worse case: inflammation, foreign body, or a tumor.
An ultrasound needs to be done to figure out more. Depending on what that shows we could be looking at surgery. If it’s a tumor, and it’s bad, they won’t be able to operate.
I’m so terrified and worried about my boy. He’s turning 10 this year which is so young. All I’m thinking is what if we had brought him in sooner? What if it’s been like this for years and only getting bad now because we didn’t know? If it’s terminal I don’t know how on earth I’ll cope with that.
Not to mention all the vet bills. If he needs surgery there’s no way I can pay for it. I refuse to let him suffer because of money, but I won’t have much of a choice.
I love him so much. He’s been my rock for almost a decade. He’s been through everything with me. He’s so funny and cute and smart. I hate that everything is unknown right now. All I’m going to do is worry.
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I love you buddy. It’s going to be okay. I will do anything to help you.
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eddanis-k · 2 years
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Almost forgot to post here ! Zero from Drakengarde 3 😌
Done for last year’s secret santa exchange.
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stagnantmako · 5 months
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okay but occasionally i am genuinely impressed by my own art and thats a nice feeling
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cliji · 7 months
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the day kpoptwt stop being all around vile and xenophobic towards stray kids will be the day the world will finally know peace
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flourish-of-steel · 1 year
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home-halone · 7 months
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what if i want to kiss Dammon huh, Larian?? what now??
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prismbearer · 1 year
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Apparently the sewer rat endearment is sticking now.
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disciple-of-frost · 4 months
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My grandfather passed away this morning, I don't want to go into details but, yeah. My feelings about my family are complicated, but I spent more time at my grandparents houses then at home if that is any indication. I only have one grandparent left now, I'm gonna be okay eventually but it still hurts a lot.
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astarmaux · 2 months
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Decided to give classic another go. Wrath was my fave expansion and the nostalgia is hitting pretty hard tonight. All the good times. But I was able to sit at my desk for a bit to play this evening, so this is good news bc I haven't gotten to sit at my desk much in two and a half months! I'm not out of the woods yet (no pun intended given the picture) but finally getting to feel somewhat normal ish again was good.
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umbralaether · 1 year
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There were times where Keith was moody, rough around the edges, and would not-so-subtly demand Shiro's attention. All it took was one simple look -- eyes fiery and focused on one thing only. Shiro.
He would linger, after training or meetings and corner Shiro with fierce kisses and wandering hands, all the while the other man remained helpless. He could stop Keith, he knows this much, but he doesn't want to. Instead Shiro is left to decipher what it is Keith needs from him.
Sometimes it's just to rile Shiro up, get him hot and bothered before something important, where Keith would then abandon his prey to return to it later - smug yet cool in the eyes of anyone truly looking. Shiro would repay him later behind closed doors, where the former red paladin would be at his mercy. Other times, Keith would put them in the hands of fate on whether or not they'd be seen, and knowing Lance the likelihood of being caught was high.
It was a Galra thing, Keith had commented nonchalantly. Quick to give into his temper, to become hot-headed and frustrated. Shiro hated seeing this side, how much pain it caused. Keith always tried to hide it, yet when he returned with bruises along his body after missions with the Blades time and time again, Shiro could not help but question. How can I help? What do you need? He'd plead.
Wreck me, consume me. I need only you.
Shiro was happy to oblige.
This night there was a party off-ship. The host planet had provided food and drinks -- some alcoholic, a rare splurge to celebrate the defeat of the Galra in the area. Shiro, while not quite drunk but not quite sober, had watched Keith from across the room. He was with the other Blades of Marmora, preoccupied with watching the others filtering in and out of the palace, sipping every so often on the host planet's signature purple drink.
The alien beside Shiro was deep in a conversation with Allura and Coran, something about the planet's history that the Altean's were truly happy to hear more about. Though Shiro was supposed to be listening, he could not help but focus on Keith making his way towards him, eyes glowing in the dim light.
"Oh, you must come see our planets' records. I'm sure they will be of some use to you." The man said, gesturing for Coran and Allura to follow him. They made their exit, just in time for Keith to reach out, a hand against Shiro's cheek. He climbs onto Shiro's lap, nestling his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, sending a shiver down Shiro's spine. Keith's mouth ghosts kisses along Shiro's jugular, down his collarbone.
"Keith," Shiro's voice is a broken whisper that hides a warning of people can see us.
Then Shiro spots him, the Galra who was always watching Keith so closely. He had seen him before, how his gaze always followed Keith; determined and downright possessive and it rubbed Shiro the wrong way every time. Keith had assured him that the guy had never overstepped his boundaries, even if he had made his intentions clear.
Shiro no longer had any doubts on who Keith really wanted, not with him so eager and pliant in his lap. He knew who Keith claimed, and Shiro was determined to let this Galra know as well.
Shiro ran a hand up Keith's back, scratching lightly as he made his way up to raven locks. He pulls him back with a rough jerk, eyes glittering darkly as he's forced to meet Shiro's gaze.
"That Galra is looking at you again," Shiro leans in to whisper. His other hand runs its way up Keith's inner thigh, gripping tightly and dangerously close to his groin.
Keith growls a muffled, "Let him," and his mouth once more starts to assault Shiro's neck, determined to leave marks where they'd definitely get him in trouble. Shiro's grip on his thigh is tantalizing, so close to where Keith wants it to be and he cannot help but whine as he tries to grind himself against Shiro's body. He's rewarded by Shiro tugging his hair, pulling him back into a deep kiss instead.
Shiro makes eye contact with the man watching. The Galra's distaste is clear as he quickly finishes his drink and turns his back towards the other member of the Blades. Shiro smirks in triumph, Yeah, that's right. He’s mine..
He scoops Keith up into his arms, carrying him towards the back hallways where they could be alone. He knows if he does not find a secluded place, Keith will pounce, but he is all but occupied in trying to occupy Shiro's mouth. Shiro hurries down the dark corridor, finding an empty sleeping chamber that slides open at their approach.
Just as he predicted, Keith all but springs from Shiro's arms the moment the doors slide shut behind them -- hands swiftly sliding Shiro's shirt up and off, just short of a whirlwind with his eagerness.
Shiro slows his pace, taking Keith's face in his hands and kissing him deeply. Keith adjusts and starts removing his own shirt, since Shiro clearly isn't, and begins to work at Shiro's pants when his hands are seized.
"It looks like your patience needs some work," Shiro smirks.
"I've been patient. This is the first time I've seen you in weeks," Keith grumbles half-heartedly, attempting to remove his hands from Shiro's grip.
"All the more reason to take this slow," Shiro leads him towards the bed, “I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need from me.”
The statement ignites something within Keith, a new type of longing tingling across his nerves. Keith shivers slightly at the cold air. Words were never his strong point, and he finds himself unable to articulate what exactly he wants besides the other man’s hands on his body.
Shiro looks Keith over intently, admiring the lithe and muscular body before him. He maneuvers himself on top of Keith, straddling him, and then leans down to kiss along his throat. Keith does not hesitate to try and grind up against Shiro's weight even with the awkward angle, yet the friction isn't enough. Shiro's kisses work their way down his neck, and Keith can't help but curse when he reaches his nipple and begins to lick at the bud. Keith arches his back involuntarily, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Shiro continues to kiss down Keith's ribs, along his waist, across his stomach. He worships the body beneath him, coveting how incredible it was to have him all to himself.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Shiro murmurs against Keith's hipbone, before sliding his leggings down to kiss along his thigh.
"Hardly," Keith mumbles, ignoring the rush of heat along his cheeks, always weak for Shiro’s compliments. He's aware he hasn’t been doing anything but drowning in Shiro, too distracted by his racing heart and takes this moment to drag his nails down Shiro's back and cup his rear, eliciting moans that burn into Keith's own groin.
"Oh, how I've missed you, baby," Shiro's breath is warm against Keith's aching cock, and when he mouths at the fabric separating skin Keith's fingers have woven into Shiro's hair, gripping tightly to hold him in place.
"Mmm, you know how I love when you call me baby.” Keith croons.
Shiro slides his hands under the waistband of Keith's underwear, warm and tantalizing close to his cock. Keith squirms in response, wanting to gain any sort of contact now that he was fully exposed. Before he can think about moving, Shiro takes him in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
“Mmmh, oh Shiro—” Keith had longed for this moment for weeks while he was aboard a ship light years away, in the moments between sleep and wake his every thought had been consumed by Shiro. Now he was here, with him, being consumed in a different manner.
Shiro catches Keith’s gaze as he works, watching as his face softens its intensity with each gentle moan. Keith bucks his hips, shoving himself deeper into Shiro’s throat when his tongue runs along the slit.
Keiths feels himself coming undone, heat building and chest heaving. He’s close, so close to the edge—
Shiro pulls back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he moves up to claim Keith’s mouth.
“Baby, I’m so close. Please,” Keith whines, the ache between his thighs incessant.
Shiro works himself out of his own underwear, smirking against the other’s jaw as he lines up their cocks together. Keith’s is still slick with spit, and Shiro carefully wraps his hands around them both. He pumps up and down, slowly building up speed. Their lips meet again, fierce with hunger for each other as their pleasure builds.
“Sh-Shiro, I’m gonna—” Keith gasps as Shiro quickens his pace, coming almost at the same time.
They ride out the waves of pleasure, panting softly. Shiro collapses into the bed beside Keith, absentmindedly rubbing circles into Keith’s hip. He knows they should clean themselves up, make themselves decent at the very least, yet Keith clings to him in a way that meant not now.
Shiro decides they’ll stay there as long as Keith needs to, safe in their orbit once more.
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