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shiny-jr · 2 months
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speaking about rizz, don't you think vizier vassal has like, the most chaotic vibes? there's no obvious rizz nor unspoken rizz, just straight up ms. homewrecker vibes. like, I can forgive (not) kalim liking them because he's just THAT inexperienced and desperate for someone to trust in his life, and he just see any kind of harmless gesture as kindness, but jamil? either he has always liked or being interested in vassal or his taste is just that bad. straight up horrendous. he's going to jail for terrible taste nu uh not under my watch son ☝
also I think I'm going to call myself 💐🐏 anon instead of another 🐏 anon, because I don't know what ram anon means. so whenever you see me, just know I'm bringing you a bouquet of gratitude for all your hard work ✧・゚:*( ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )*:・゚✧
I mean, you could ask the same thing for King!MC or Raven!MC. King!MC is meek and skittish, but somehow they bagged Riddle of all people and was in the process of bagging the other four (Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater) without even trying. Raven!MC literally threatened and tricked but still had Vil, Rook, Epel, and Neige all hooked.
Anyways, with that change you mentioned, I'll probably call you "flower anon?" I don't think we have a flower anon yet.
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swiftmitsu · 13 days
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Are you Stardew Valley cuz I wanna play with you all night /j
(Call me Ram Anon 🐏)
GODDAMN.
wait why is a ram flirting with me.
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I know this has been said several times, butI hated how the show ruined Courtney and Gwens friendship because it was actually so cute:(
Like they would be fuckin awesome friends (Or perhaps more) if Duncan was just mever in the picture.
Respectfully, I hate that damn love triangle, it's one of the worst things to ever happen to the damn show
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the-black-manor · 9 months
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Does it still count as you catching me if I fall and trip on purpose while you chase me through the woods? - 🐏♂️
I’m going to say yes.
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cadaverkeys · 8 months
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In your of Bonnies and Candy Queens art, one looked like they were after succeful Candy Queen blender experiment with Winter King and Simon, is that true?
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YES! good eye :]! I never made like a big cohesive design but i thought it would be a cool concept.
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ovaryacted · 1 month
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Really random but dad bod DI Leon🤤🤤🤤 (I really love DI Leon if you couldn’t tell) like I love Leon w abs, and his hourglass shape but just him cuddling w you and being so warm and soft😢 (or when y’all are making love and his tummy just has us fitting together like puzzle pieces and it’s LIKE OMGMGM😭😭😭😭😭)
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cw: descriptions of body changes, internalized fatphobia, smutty thoughts/acts.
OHHHHHH DAD BOD LEON IS MY VICE PLEASE OH MY FUCKING GOD. LIKE RAHHHH, I NEED IT BAD. Ram anon, I'm on to you.
The changes happen after a year into his forced retirement, he doesn't realize it until he becomes more aware of the way your arms feel wrapping around his soft torso. Once adorned with hard muscle, his body now was covered in a layer of skin that expanded over time. He still had the same physique and the same capacity for strength, but there was an added softness he’d acquired recently that sent his head in for a spin.
Retirement has been good for Leon, he no longer has to deal with the hecticness of mission briefings and assignments. He gets to actually rest, his usual overactive nervous system now rendered down and becoming more manageable. The first couple of weeks he spent falling asleep in bed or on the couch, like his body was playing catchup on the energy that's been robbed from him over the years. You didn’t bother him about it, didn’t even judge him whenever you’d find him limp on the bed and snoring in the middle of the day.
You'd use that time to run errands or do chores around your shared home, often preparing meals for him whenever he'd wake up groggily to go look for you. Eating homemade meals that were made with love certainly started to add up, the consistent intake of food was new and apparently something that his body liked and needed. The constant nausea he often experienced when he was under so much stress went away, slowly learned how to enjoy eating again like he did years before he was forced to become an agent.
He never focused on his appearance most days, but as Leon stopped to observe himself in the mirror one morning, his eyes were fixated on his body. He's certainly changed after a while, stomach a little fuller and cheeks more plump than before, hell even his arms and thighs looked bigger. His initial reaction to the change would have been disgust, to put himself back on a routine to regain the muscle he's lost and to critique every imperfection that would eventually be another nuisance.
But as he looked at himself a little longer, a smile crept up on his face, not minding what he saw for probably the first time in his life. All he saw was your love for him, how the signs of you taking care of him after all this time were starting to reflect in how he looked. He was healthy, he was alive, and that was a win in his book.
You certainly didn't mind the changes either and took every opportunity to remind Leon of just how much you adored him. Cuddling him whenever you could was something that became a ritual between the two of you, sneaking under his arm and digging your face into his chest any chance you got. He was soft, warm, and just a tad bit squishy. He was human, he was himself, not some war machine meant to work like a dog day and night.
One of your favorite things about his new appearance was the intimate moments you both shared and how he felt around you both internally and externally. You loved getting on your knees and worshipping him, sucking over his cock lavishly and running your hands over his thick thighs, biting at them when Leon found himself lost in pleasure.
Or when you were riding him and the sound of his thighs slapping against yours was louder than before, his lower tummy rubbing into you, meshing together so well one would think you were part of the same whole. It made you feral, like a primal instinct to claim him and show him that all you wanted was to make him feel accepted in this new body. Leon didn't complain, he loved how your attraction to him seemed to skyrocket.
Maybe being a bit more soft wasn't so bad after all.
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elizakai · 1 month
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horror dead is going insane JAHA BUT I MUST KNOW,dusts thoughts on horror now?
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(he’s oblivious to romantic signals and chronically unaware apparently BAISNDI😭)
(but hey, wonder if horror could throw him as far as he could throw that axe-💥😔)
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hum-suffer · 1 month
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I sometimes think about Shri Ram. I think how his mother titled his chin up to see his smudged tilak.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. I think how his father taught him their ancestry and how his hands travelled in a path of molten sun rays— like gold.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. How his Kekayi Maa taught him all about flowers and colours. How his Sumitra Maa taught him all the games she knew.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. How his eyes welled up when he scraped his knee and how he hissed when his mother cleaned his wounds.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. How he copied the way his father walked with the reverence of a child with rose coloured world.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. How his Kekayi Maa danced with him on his birthday, their hair open and done in the same styles. How he sneakily sold his paintings to buy his Sumitra Maa a pair of studs for her birthday.
I sometimes think about Shri Ram. How he was suddenly the eldest. How his father passed the baton unto him and how scorching was the heat of responsibility of being the son of the Sun descendants.
I sometimes think about Ram. A child who outgrew the lap he found solace in. A man who only had memories for guidance.
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oldmacykerenew · 2 months
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Így az anonos üzeneten gondolkoztam egy picit, mert persze, hogy gondol rá az ember…
Szóval hihetetlen, hogy mennyire durván “gonoszak” az emberek. Gyógymasszőrként végeztem, ahogy befejeztem a sulit, azonnal el is indítottam a kis vállalkozásom… elterjedt a hírem, voltak sokan, akik másik masszőrtől jöttek hozzám át, mert “Te jobb vagy Melinda, ezt hallottuk”. Aztán egyik vendégem elvitte a névjegyem és kirakta a házuk lépcsőházába… Természetesen aprópa tépkedve találta másnap, és kiderült, hogy van ott egy masszőr, aki megtudta, hogy tőle is jöttek hozzám emberek és ezen berágott.. ne legyen nekem “reklám”. Hozzátenném, hogy soha, senki vendégét nem csábítottam át magamhoz, sőt! Szabad a piac… de ő csúnyán is beszélt rólam másoknak, amivel csak azt érte el, hogy rosszindulatúnak tartották. Családi és egyéb okok miatt, befejeztem a masszírozást…
Elvégeztem sok pénzért a fotós képzést, amit már előtte is űztem hobbiként - aztán elkezdtem hivatásként. Hát persze, hogy ott is lett egy “irigy pics@“ , aki szó szerint megfenyegetett engem, hogy “ majd meglátod, hogy Te itt nem maradsz meg, nem veszed el a vevőkörünk…” mosolyogva mondtam neki, és őszintén, hogy qvára nem akarom elvenni a vevőkörét, én nem a helyi családokat meg ovikat akarom “kiszolgálni…”, hanem főleg pestieket. Így is csináltam. Plusz több százezer forintért elvégeztem workshopokat, hogy olyat tanuljak, amit még nagyon kevesen csinálnak a fotós szakmában itthon… Nyugi, nem vettem el a kenyerét neki sem :) Annyi ember van az országban, hogy marhára megfértünk egymás mellett.
Aztán most elértem ide is :D hogy hihetetlen módon egy nyavalyás, szaros horgolás miatt esz a fene valakit 🤣
Tényleg nem tudom mit mondjak :D Qva sokan vagyunk ezen a világon, sajnos magyarokból is vannak bőven… mit kell azon stresszelni, hogy ÉN XY kisfaszom itt a kis lószarban mit horgolgat magának? Idáig süllyedt tényleg a szint az országban, hogy ahelyett, hogy “segítenénk” a másiknak, megpróbálunk alávágni? :D A vicc az, hogy én az összes esetnél segítettem a “konkurenciának”. Sokakat elküldtem ahhoz a masszőrhöz, aki rólam csúnyán beszélt.. és igen, a fotós csajhoz is küldtem családot, mert nekem nem volt szabad időpontom… Plusz! Tanítottam más fotóst retusálni azzal a módszerrel, ahogy én csináltam… (Ők mai napig fotóznak :)) Nem lettem irigy, nem bántom őket, tiszta szívből örülök, hogy megy nekik! :) Bármit csinálnék, segíteném a másikat, aki még az elején van…
Erre jössz b+ és ahelyett, hogy NÉVVEL írnál, hogy “figyu, látom még vannak hibáid, szívesen elmondom, hogyan tudnád korrigálni…” helyette NÉVTELENÜL írsz baromságokat.
Ez kettőnk között a különbség… Én nem tennék ilyet… lehet ezért nem megy most az üzleted ezen a HATALMAS PIACON 😅 mert ennyire rosszindulatú vagy és sugárzik rólad a keserűség. Megbántottál először? Picit meg. Mert egy idióta vagyok, aki mindent magára vesz… de átgondoltam, és rájöttem, hogy mennyivel jobb vagyok annál, minthogy sértésnek vegyem a soraid… Nem tudom mi történt veled, miért szar a kedved, miért esik rosszul más “sikere” … de szurkolok, hogy jobban legyél :) Őszintén! ❤️
Hosszú lett, de ha 1 emberhez eljut, akinek picit változtatok az ilyen stílusú dolgain, már jobbá teszem kicsikét a magyar hozzáállást… Mert kb. itthon látom ezt a mérhetetlen irigységet csak.
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fallenclan · 3 months
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I love our never ending gamble of who Osprey will end up with
Honestly I don't care who he gets with, as long as my boys happy :)
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same! i imagine Ospreyswipe must be quite the heartthrob, because he has a good handful of cats pining for him atm. Feathersight, Ramstep, Thistleskip, Myrtleclaw...
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shiny-jr · 2 months
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It's not bad, I'm just giggling so much from the absurdity of Rook watching Vil forcing himself on Raven Retainer and was just like "hmmhmm I'm actually jealous of this situation and I certainly know where you get this injury but I'm going to pretend I didn't 😏"
Pomefiore oozing with so much horny energy I was trying to get Scarabia but all I got is Pome. Epel confession is so heartwarming, just like Ruggie. I'm not lying their confession both make me cry, Epel I will run away with you and see your ma 🥹🥹
- the another 🐏 anon
AM I WRONG? Y'all know Rook is probably a freak like that. He's the type of dude to see a situation like someone romantically picking up another person and Rook wants to be both of those people in that moment.
Epel, I will admit, was a little more difficult when I wrote him, when compared to Rook and Vil. I was going to give him more lines, but those lines got ridiculous with the amount of slang and other words I used to make it sound rough and casual.
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swiftmitsu · 10 days
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I am very scared of fish anon now
-Ram Anon 🐏
me too
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Does anyone know where I can pirate the reboot
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butwhatifidothis · 5 months
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Do people really not see the inherent disconnect of the claim that Houses Claude is genuinely an amoral opportunist when his dream is to break down barriers to foster unity and peace? Like, is there not a fundamental incompatibility in having a desire for everyone to get along yet being a backstabber that throws people under the bus for their own benefit? From a personality/character standpoint, all that does is make Claude look like a ginormous ignorant hypocrite, and an idiot even though he's supposed to be smart. Because if his end goal is to create a diverse and harmonious community, how is he going to bring people together if he constantly betrays every side? And from a writing perspective, it makes no sense to have a character's actions and goals be completely contradictory and never address it.
Also for someone who is amoral, it sure is interesting in Balthus' Classroom QA Part 2 that Claude likes "ensure the fewest casualties" and dislikes "do anything to eradicate the enemy" when the question was "the war has been dragging for long so let's end it quickly". It's kinda like he has some principles or something.
Like, the idea of Claude being an untrustworthy backstabber who opportunistically takes advantage of everyone without ever growing close to them is just Hubert minus Lady Edelgard could be an interpretation of his character that aligns with at least his initial showing, or a surface level understanding of him. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he never fully opens up to anyone, he can in fact be fairly manipulative and callous; the crumbs are there, for sure.
But it also has to ignore how far he's willing to go to protect his people (putting himself in high danger when he is not sacrificial like, say, Dimitri is), or how he supports others having dreams for themselves (Goddess Tower), or how open he is to criticisms against what he thought (Cyril's support), or how he tries to be there for his friends (Marianne's support), or how he's open-minded enough to listen to people he initially thought needed to be his enemy (Rhea), or how violence is not just not something he considers but is something he actively rejects as a means of getting what he wants (The Alliance Leader's Ambitions, near the end), or how putting the people's lives in danger is something he is adamantly against (as you point out, Balthus' classroom question). A staggering amount of Claude's character has to be deliberately ignored in order to come to the conclusion that he's just a backstabbing opportunist who does anything to get what he wants (who magically gets fixed by Byleth's mere presence), because a backstabbing opportunist who does anything to get what he wants who magically gets fixed by Byleth's mere presence does not describe Claude.
Even if one were to take the game's writing failure of properly presenting Claude tackling racial issues (like never addressing Petra's situation despite having supports with her) you can't really deny that Claude is, in fact, a caring person after taking everything in his character into account. For all his flaws, he never abuses the trust people have in him to the extent that they are actively put in danger, nor is it ever the case that the "doesn't truly tackle racial issues" ever translate to anything so drastic as "which means he'll actively worsen relations between two countries." And, well, yes; you still do have to take into account that his dreams are of bringing people together and disregarding past bad blood. He never stops trying to achieve this dream, and he wants it to come true so badly that he is willing to let other people that he trusts rule Fodlan to work together with him to achieve it, shown in VW and even AM. That means a lot for someone like Claude, who is otherwise pretty slow to trust other people so deeply.
That's not someone who would use Leicester's bad history with Faerghus as fuel to violently invade it. That's not someone who would use Almyra's navy to make it look to Sreng like Faerghus tried to invade it. That's not someone who wants to conquer other nations and make his own come out on top. Those things describe Hopes!Claude, which 3H!Claude is not.
It's like. You know how some 3H's fans see 3H as "Edelgard, Dimitri, and the third guy that justifies my fave"? How a lot of people in 3H's fandom don't really see Claude as his own character with his own perspective and ideals and beliefs and morals that are unique to him, and only see him as a battering ram to try and knock down one of the other two lords? And so don't really care how he's characterized in other things (like fanfiction, fanart, meta, or in this case spinoff media) because they never really cared about him as his own character? But then get really, really, really defensive when you point out the flaws in their perception of him, saying that you're the one who never understood or liked Claude, because if you did you'd "realize" that he was always [insert vague, bland description that happens to prop up the lord they actually like]?
Yeah that's basically what's going on here. Most people who prefer Claude as their fave lord do not like Hopes!Claude, some of the loudest voices in the JPN Amazon reviews were of people who hated Hopes!Claude and were literally trying to warn Claude/GD fans away from Hopes as a game because of how awful their writing is, while nearly every Hopes!Claude fan that I've seen vastly prefers Edelgard as their fave lord and are - you guessed it! - very defensive when it comes to Claude fans venting their frustrations over Claude's shit-end-of-the-stick treatment he got in Hopes.
So like, yeah. It's less that people aren't directly computing that Claude's ambitions and character don't match how he's depicted in Hopes, but that they just don't care that it doesn't since 1) it justifies their fave and 2) they never really gave a shit about Claude anyway
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cadaverkeys · 2 years
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please please please talk about christian art history and the meanings behind how halos are depicted
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[DISCLAIMER: I was raised Roman Catholic and I studied Religious Philosophy/Italian Renaissance Art- I am not associated with the Catholic church currently but I have interest towards keeping information accurate and effective in this field.]
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ovaryacted · 1 day
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me and a friend were talking about Leon during classes today and I couldn’t get dad bod Leon out of my mind😪 I need it bad
I just imagined him coming home tired after a long day of work and needing and relief and just letting reader suck him off or bending us in half, being all soft and warm and I had to stop thinking about it because I was getting distracted😭
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MDNI/18+. NSFW. | Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon x fem! reader CW: blowjobs, fingering | WC: 1.1k
I've been meaning to answer this message for a while but haven't had the energy to properly decipher my thoughts. But yeah ram anon, listen I've been in a serious dad bod Leon phase which is all @larvamars fault with their recent drawings. I have moments where I'm at work and my brain just goes "mmm, Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon" and I lose focus so I get it. It's just something comforting about him having a stomach and thickness that you can grab on to. I need it bad.
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Stepping through the front door, the agent walked over the threshold of the entryway and closed the door behind him. Lowering the zipper of his leather jacket, he tossed it over the back of the couch and trudged towards it, plopping himself down with a heavy grunt. Leon placed his head against the edge of the couch and inhaled before exhaling out of his mouth, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as his eyes fluttered closed.
Today was a pain in the ass, the cycle of continuous bio-weapon debriefs and missions gave him a run for his money and an unwanted migraine. All he had been thinking about was coming home and cuddling with you, rotting away in bed together until the next morning. He missed you, he always did, and lately, you have been the only source of release from his pent-up stress.
"Leon? Is that you?" He heard your voice filter through his thoughts, lifting his head slightly from where he rested to skim your silhouette.
"Yeah baby, it's me. Come here," opening his arms out for you, you didn't need to be told twice to move, gravitating towards him and situating yourself over his denim-clad lap.
"Rough day?" You asked him, thick arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to his warm chest. He breathed in and breathed out, your scent filling his senses and easing his ticked nerves.
"Something like that," he groaned when you rubbed at the base of his neck, lightly massaging his nape. He gripped your thighs and caressed you, the rough material of his fingerless leather gloves contradicting his needy touch.
"I missed you today," he confessed in a tired whisper, kissing softly along the side of your neck, his affectionate side coming through.
"You did?"
"Of course I did. Needed to come home so you can take care of me." He squeezed your body a bit harder, the tension he felt building up and flowing to another region down south.
You hummed in contentment, hands running down from his neck to the softness of his chest and towards his lower stomach. He knew he didn't have the same physique from a few years ago when he was younger, the extra weight counted on with time and his figure began to expand. It initially bothered him and it took him a long while to fully look in the mirror again. But to you? It just gave you more to grab, more to hold, more to love.
"Yeah? Need me to make you feel better baby?" You leaned forward the slightest bit, giving him a sweet peck and his hips a teasing grind. The corner of his lips curved in a smile, his dimple shy of making itself known along with the growing bulge hidden underneath his jeans.
"Mhm. You're the only one that knows what I need," he gripped onto your hips, meshing his lips with your own and urging your mouth open to make room for his tongue. You could taste the faint traces of whiskey left behind from when he snuck a sip from his flask earlier, not that you minded.
He was always touch-deprived, always greedy for more but you never complained. You were more than inclined to please him the best way you knew how.
Propped on your knees in front of the couch, you bobbed your head over Leon's cock, a daily occurrence it seemed, and one of your favorite things to do. The fingers of one hand grasped at the thickness of his thighs, a soft layer of fat over the muscle he sported so frequently. The other was busy rubbing at your clit beneath your cotton shorts in tight circles, moaning with every pass of your tongue over his length.
"Feels so good sweetheart," Leon said above you, his neck strained with the way his head was thrown back, clasping your jaw to guide your movements over him.
“Open wider for me baby, want to be deep in there,” he commanded, instinctively relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat with ease, gagging before repeating the act over and over again.
“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he hissed, shifting his attention downwards to watch you suck him off. 
You held his gaze then, following up his happy trail and his lower tummy, admiring the way it folded and creased from the way he slouched. You focused on the stretch marks that made a tantalizing path around his hips and his biceps, lines you wanted to trace with an imprint of kisses. Whimpering at the thought, you drooled around his length, his pelvis becoming a mess of spit from the amount that dribbled out of you. You moaned loudly when you slipped two fingers into your pussy, wishing you had something more to fill the empty ache between your legs.
Leon grinned at the sight of you craving his touch so badly, paying attention to the telltale signs of you reaching the edge with the way your hand pumped in and out of you.
“So desperate for me, poor thing hates being empty,” he patronized you, the pleasant hum you gave him sending his hips jerking into your face. It was only a matter of time before he spilled down your throat and made a mess of you—just the way you wanted.
“Don’t worry. I’ll feed ya, honey. Just a little bit more and you got me,” Leon grumbled, fucking up into your mouth with an audible plap plap plap. Your throat constricted around him, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust he gave you. Eyes rolling into the back, you focused on regulating your breathing when he slammed your head down to press your nose into his pubic hair as he came.
“Take it, fucking take it.” He practically roared from his release, pudgy stomach and dense legs flexing from your touch, your nails digging into him and leaving crescent marks. You choked as your walls clenched around your digits, in tune with his climax and your own hitting you with a dull cry.
As gently as he could, he drew you away from his softening cock, letting you catch your breath with a light cough. Your lips felt numb and your eyes were bloodshot with tears, but you’ve never been more satisfied, a dopey smile evident on your features.
“How about I return the favor now? Gotta clean up the mess my girl made.” He proposed with a smirk, affectionately wiping away the spit that stained your cheeks along with the tears that left their streaks.
This was why Leon liked coming home to you. You’ll always be there with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs.
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