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loth-creatures · 1 year
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🏳️‍🌈BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍⚧️BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍🌈 BE G A Y DO CRIMES🏳️‍⚧️ FINALLY FINISHED YEEHAW 
MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU FUCKERS
NOW GO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE KARK SHIT UP LETS GOOOO
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galacticsabc · 6 months
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painting food digitally wasn't enough, I needed to make an oil painting.
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fetchmearum420 · 11 months
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The Congress singing broadway songs at karaoke:
Adams: On My Own from Les Mis cuz he’s basic AF
Franklin: To Be Alone With You from Ben Franklin In Paris cuz he’s iconic
Jefferson: So Much Better from Legally Blonde cuz I just feel like he’d slay it
Dickinson: Poor Unfortunate Souls from The Little Mermaid cuz hello? He actually means it.
Rutledge: Be Prepared from The Lion King cuz Duh.
Hancock: One Last Time from Hamilton cuz he’s giving George Washington from Hamilton vibes the whole time.
Hopkins: I Am Not Dead Yet from Spamalot cuz he’s goofy af.
Lee: The Lees of Old Virginia because ummm obvs.
Thomson: Chip On My Shoulder from Legally Blonde cuz I’m just getting that Emmett vibe from him.
Wilson: With You from Ghost cuz he’s a depressed lad.
McKean: Betrayed from The Producers cuz I’m just feeling it from him.
Hall: On a Clear Day You Can See Forever cuz that’s like totally his song and y’all fucking know it cuz I said so cuz he’s baby girl.
Read: Dance With You from The Prom cuz he’s gay for Wilson.
Rodney: I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis cuz he’s dying.
Chase: Super Sea Star Savior from SpongeBob cuz he’s literally the real life Patrick Star.
Sherman: Brotherhood of Man from How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying cuz I feel like he’d slay that number.
Bartlett: Maybe from Annie cuz I know he wants to get the fuck outta Congress.
Hewes: No Reason from Beetlejuice cuz he’s purple like Delia.
Morris: abstains, courteously from singing.
Witherspoon: I Don’t Know How to Love Him from Jesus Christ Superstar for obvious reasons.
Livingston: Something Was Missing from Annie cuz he has that voice to sing it.
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Was reminded I needed to post this, so
BOOM!
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Marionette!!!
I love them so much they're such a good character and all of their canon designs have slapped so far fhhshshsgshshd
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oskareklund · 1 year
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with: @hakan-nacar​​ location: big elk ski resort
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
                                          Life had a mysterious way of blending the past and present beautifully together, sometimes not seamlessly but blended nonetheless. The last time Oskar saw Hakan, lawyers were present to try and negotiate the potential fate his brother could face. Now, in a blissful irony Hakan was arriving at the resort for a business meeting. Due to the adventure centers new ownership, Oskar wanted to review the deal he had ongoing with the previous owners. Needless to say, it wasn’t a business meeting that was going to end with a cordial shake of hands. “Hakan Nacar. Welcome.” Oskar gave a flash smile as he gestured to the seat opposite his desk. “It’s funny how we both ended up here. And funny to see one another away from those uncomfortable desks. I imagined you’d be taller.”
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lunerabo · 6 months
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Ask: Thinking about grabbing the back of geto's hair and face fucking him with a strap he's such a pretty boy and imo prefers being treated with more rough and degratory words but the aftercare he receives HAS to be the most loving heart-wrenching shit
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cw: dom!AFAB!Reader, sub!Suguru, mean Reader, cockdrunk Suguru, fauxjob, rough face fucking, degradation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare
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You aren’t sure what it is that does it for him. It brings you no pleasure, nor him, yet it’s something he insists on whenever you have the opportunity for it. He’s filthy about it, slobbering and slurping and moaning around something you aren’t sure he still knows is fake. There’s a dazed look to him, one that pairs almost too well with the tongue that hangs from his open jaw every time he releases it to breathe, before going right back in and shoving it down his throat once again. He gags, you almost don’t even notice it for how well he maintains his enthusiasm.
You watch on in perverted fascination, gaze involuntarily fixed on his furrowed brow, his blush, his tears—and you’re overcome with the desire to force him to take even more. He could take it. And he would be eager about it, too, if his display of hunger for cock is anything to go by.
You buck—ripping from him a surprised gagging sound—a loud groan following closely behind, one that makes you quiver.
“You like this?”
He never quite takes his mouth away, only pulling away just enough to breathe comfortably through his nose, to form a single, breathy response:
“Mhm! M-mhm!”
You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him back and forth on the fake cock jutting out from your pelvis. Eager and trembling hands find your thighs, square fingertips digging into the supple flesh for some semblance of support.
He cranes his neck and the strap bends, tugging at his top lip as he slides backward and gives you those eyes, those eyes that make you wish the cock were real so you could feel him convulse around its length and fuck your seed down his throat.
It’s so damn filthy, and so so embarrassing for a man like him to be put in a position like this, but that’s precisely what he gets out of it. It’s a different kind of high he chases, one that makes him feel like something to be used and discarded, made to do these things purely for the viewing pleasure of the one above him. A performer, putting on a private show for someone he favors.
“Mm, don’t you want my tongue on you for real?” He purrs, sliding large and firm hands over your thighs.
“Quiet,” you snarl, “it’s terribly poor manners to talk with your mouth full.”
And he goes so willingly, so easily pushed, despite how you pick up the pace and fuck into his mouth with a force that’s sure to leave him with unable to speak for a good long while. He sobs around it unable to resist taking hold of his cock and pumping furiously, hoping you’ll understand. You’re not that cruel, right?
But you inch your foot forward and press your toes down on his wrist, pinning it to the floor, bringing his whole body down a little ways. You’re not that cruel, right? Right?
“Greedy little thing. You better watch that hand, pretty one. Do your job, and keep taking it.”
He’s at a different angle now, looking upward, as you hunch over and fuck his throat.
Ah, that may have been a bit much, you think, as he taps your thigh firmly. But he doesn’t withdraw, instead encouraging you to keep at your previous pace, without skipping a beat. You appreciate the gesture, but you do worry that he may be overdoing it. You release his wrist from under your foot, nudging it between his legs as if to give him the okay to touch himself. He’s grateful, moaning loudly with his mouth full, squeezing his weeping tip.
He cums fast, nearly inhaling his own drool as he hiccups and slides off of your cock, thick and heavy strings of saliva slipping down his chin. He whines, hand covered in cum, trembling and dumb.
“Hey, you okay? Do you need a minute?” You ask, and his lack of response has you a little concerned. “Can I go grab a washcloth or do you need me here for a bit?”
“Go- yeah, go ahead.”
You rush, all hastened breaths and drumming fingers as the water heats. Hands steady again the closer you get to him, dabbing away at outstretched hands and quivering thighs.
“I think you might’ve forced yourself a little,” you comment, thumbs swiping away the spit on his chin and jaw. You punctuate the statement with a kiss on his forehead. He settles quickly, standing without you asking him to. A hand raises to gesture to his neck for all of a half second, and you’re already leading him to the kitchen, filling the kettle and choosing some leaves.
“You really don’t need to,” he tells you, only as loudly as his voice will now allow, and you hush him.
“It’s a good thing I want to, then. Take it, it’ll help your throat. As will the honey, so don’t complain about it being sweet.” Belatedly, you seize the opportunity. “… Honey.”
His eyes narrow as he processes, an amused frown pulling his lips taut.
“That was terrible.”
“I know. But you’re smiling aren’t you?”
“I’m smiling because we’re standing nude in a kitchen, making tea, and you crack a joke about honey.”
The absurdity does make you grin, you suppose. He’s not the only one turning a little pink now, and you can’t seem to stop yourself taking his hand in yours. His affection is returned easily and unrestrained, bringing you in and backing you into the edge of the counter to kiss you like there’s nothing else that might ever occupy his mind.
It’s a pleasant silence, one that slips into the small room and between you and warms the both of you despite frigid countertops and arctic air conditioning.
The kettle begins to whistle.
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strangely-renee · 28 days
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pachimation · 5 months
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4.2 archon quest spoilers
taking a a break from posting my usual crying twinks to post another crying twink
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revenantghost · 7 months
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This damn thing is way out of print and often goes for $200 second-hand for a 100-page artbook, but! To keep you from having to flip through incomplete uploads on hentai sites, and to save you from minuscule and questionably seeded torrents for files you might not know how to open, you should absolutely NOT check out this Google Drive I made of some ridiculously high-quality .png scans of the '98 Trigun artbook. Absolutely don't spread it around to anyone interested and keep it from getting lost ever again.
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They're doing well!
(Based off of Lumi's post under the cut)
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pierogish · 1 year
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Some skating au ideas (well costume ideas because i love costumes)
this post has inspired me a long time ago and i took Reigen's janky style from there and emotional skating for Mob to deal with his feelings. Then together with my friend we had fun developing some thoughts, they are below!
Reigen is a self-taught skater who developed a unique style with zero elegance but with constant blasts of energy (really sweaty). Mob is gradually opening up thanks to this freedom, accepting his own emotions and learning how to express their beauty in a performance, gaining confidence.
Teru and Mob meet just before one competition, probably practicing. Asshole Teru starts showing off, then tries to scare his opponent away (he usually does that to make sure his "rival" completely loses heart before competition even starts). Teru gets carried away which leads to a haircut with a skate blade..
Ritsu was envying his brother's skills for a long time and secretly practicing a lot on small rinks in malls. I'm not sure how to put Ekubo in the story, but either with his help or just by letting his negative emotions out, Ritsu finally finds his own strength and pace.
I see Tome being non-esper translating to her just not performing. She skates a lot for fun and enjoys herself. Shou also doesn't usually care about competitions, but decides to perform with Ritsu (and his gang?) to prove his dad wrong, i guess. They meet on the mall rink and find out later to perfectly balance each other out!
Yes, this is a penguin they give kids on ice rinks. I see Serizawa being actually a good skater, but always afraid to lose balance and fail only in front of people. also this looks just funny to me (and please consider rockhopper penguin's eyebrows)
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Somewhere, in the dreaming..
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nuctua-larc · 29 days
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When they're doomed by the narrative
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flickering-nightfall · 11 months
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This shell may be missed in a way, but the fate it embodies will not.
(based off some spare screenshots of iterator shenanigans)
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welcometogrouchland · 11 months
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[ID: an 11 panel comic featuring characters from the owl house. Panel 1- a cloaked Darius sneaking around a wall. panel 2 he peaks around the corner, saying "well? Did you retrieve...the package?". Panel 3 Hettie Cutburn (who has old Hollywood style text announcing "surprise Hettie Cutburn!" next to her) says "Darius! Of course! Took some digging but I found them eventually. Tell the boy I say 'hi!'". Panel four- she hands documents labeled "classified" to Darius. Later, Hunter (post timeskip) walks through a door in Darius' home, saying "hey Darius, hey Eber, I'm ba-". Next panel- Darius, Willow, and Eberwolf on the couch. Hunter says "...willow?", She replies "hey hunter!", he asks "what are you guys doing?
Darius says "oh nothing...except looking at pictures of you as a baby!" Holding up the documents from earlier. We see two pictures of a younger hunter framed like panels- the first is of hunter as a baby/toddler aged hunter freshly sprouted out of the ground with a blanket around him, covered in dirt, while the second one shows a young scout Hunter covered in bandages receiving his sprig plushie. Darius' narration reads "courtesy of Hettie Cutburn- she found the only surviving copy of your early life medical records and gave them to me". Willow says "aww, you were so cute!". The final panel shows Hunter looking embarrassed/stunned as Willow takes a photo of the documents, and Darius says "I'm considering it an early father's day present- so, thank you, Hunter". End ID]
MERRY DADRIUS WEEK!!! Thank you to @sergeantsporks for hosting! There's other prompts I wanna do but they'll probably be late (maybe I'll do them in bulk and upload them on the final day). Til then here's a silly comic!
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snowberai · 1 year
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i give endermoon some spider eyes and fermented spider eyes, wearing my cool anon glasses so i dont get slaughtered
I dont think he liked the fermented spider eyes very much.
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