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#u forgot his name
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munchboxart · 8 months
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New background OC for my Salmon guys + Mui drinking
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berdlypilled · 2 years
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“the worm in my brain tells me i don’t have the body type to pull off wearing denim. but i just tell it to pipe down”
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rhapsoddity · 7 months
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so the hero council in the au are...watchers :)
needless to say although they're in charge of the heroes they're not nice
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081098 · 2 months
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model cob ft. q
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itsredpaint · 10 months
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a discussion of a jingren roleswap au with a friend
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cakesplice · 1 year
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i was put on this earth to spread my silly little agendas
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scummybee · 1 year
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Hey, can we talk about this? The inherent homoeroticism of being a regular? Of having a favorite customer?? Guys?
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randomminty · 8 months
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please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;
[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]
TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do
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Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!
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This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay
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grantwilsonenjoyer · 2 months
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wowza! look at that its my favorite Average Teen normal oak swallows garcia marlowe swift li wilson the unworthy
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A few pen doodles of normal as i work on figuring out the teens' designs!
His design is not very finalized yet. I am unsure if this will be anything like my final design, for him or if it will be exactly the same. Who knows! I do have a lot of fun with this design though. He lives in so many of my lecture notes rn 😭😭
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avocado-frog · 20 days
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So like. I'm reading school bus graveyard again and. are we like SURE that Ashlyn's dad got taken too? In episode 62 Taylor says that they're only going to the school to ask about the keys and her dad mentioned getting breakfast afterwards so they weren't going to school all day that day. so then why would he drive all the way home if he was just going to pick the kids up like ten minutes later. and in the next couple ones it doesn't look like he's in the house with the other adults. on the other hand. when aiden noticed that their parents were in the facility too i think he would've mentioned not seeing ashlyn's dad
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fadefromthelight · 2 months
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I celebrate aro awareness week by making the fandom favs aro
gif version of my header below the cut ^^
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ghostchills · 1 year
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nostalgia binge
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napneeders · 6 months
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For the prompt meme! Steddyhands, “Say my name.”
(smut prompts)
sorry that this took uhhh almost a month though to be fair the s2 finale knocked me out of writing this for a bit. you said you like emotional
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"Israel," Stede says, and Ed can tell it's not the first time. There's an allusion there that he's not privy to. We haven't, Stede said when asked, with the implication that they could have.
"Ed," Stede says with the same softness, and it's a balm to the wounds he was about to start licking. "You can touch him."
Izzy is limp and striped red on the bed, his head on Stede's thigh. Ed reaches out a hand and runs it up Izzy's bicep. Izzy shivers. Instinctively, Ed looks up at Stede.
"How's that?" Stede asks in his conspiratorial bedroom tone. Ed wants it all to himself. No he doesn't.
"Nh," Izzy says without opening his eyes. That, at least, Ed can still decipher. He scoots closer on his knees to get both hands on Izzy, runs his fingertips along raised welts crossing old scars. Izzy twitches. His hand curls around Stede's thigh.
"Harder." Izzy's voice is a carved-out whisper. Ed presses his fingers in where the red is deep and feels Izzy's back tighten against them.
"You did – you did good, Izzy," Ed murmurs, choking a little, "so good, weren't you, you can…" You can take it so good. So few words can slip free of the weight between them.
He watched with his heart in his throat, threatening to burst, ripe and taut, into his mouth. Stede was sure, in hand and intention, and Ed wondered if there had been a hesitation, prior, another moment he was barred from, another conversation.
There's a humiliation that wriggles warm and complicated in his stomach at handing power over to Stede. Handing himself over, that's easy. Handing Izzy over, that's, but then he didn't, did he, couldn't have, because he'd lost his hand on Izzy already. If anything, it's Stede offering Izzy up to him, and a part of Ed wants to bite his hand.
It's easier to be in his palms, in the warm swell of Izzy's muscle, so familiar he slips right in; almost scares him how his hands move, like they could do anything as readily as touch. But they're gentle as readily as rough.
Izzy's breathing slow and deep, gasping when Ed passes over a particularly sore spot. His hand skirts over Izzy's arse, squeezes at the swell of his buttock, and Izzy's thighs fall open just a half-inch, like he'd been holding them that much tenser. Ed swallows as his fingers creep lower. The red stripes end a couple of inches before the leg does; that's where Ed's hand stops, too, as if brought to some magic limit and unable to continue. He swallows something ugly and desperate, runs his hand up the inside of Izzy's thigh again.
Izzy lets out a noise when Ed bends to kiss his neck, a wounded noise, a frightening one. Ed wants to look at Stede (registers Stede's hand rubbing soft circles on his shoulder), but he presses his forehead to the back of Izzy's head instead, nose sinking into Izzy's hair, smelling familiar grease and dust and sweat. Izzy shakes, and Ed feels it in his bones. It feels wrong and that's why he has to take it. He's filled at once with a terrible urge to get closer, to squeeze through some crack, and a terrible urge to run away.
"Izzy," Ed says, and tastes salt on his lips. There's wet hair sticking to his cheek. "Izzy." My Izzy. He used to say that. "Izzy."
Izzy quakes, a long arc of a tremor that ends in a hitching sob, and Ed lets it resonate in his own body like he could absorb it. "Izzy," he begs, and doesn't even know what he's asking for, but he's shifting, chest lining up with Izzy's back, hand scrabbling for Izzy's on the sheets. Fingers slotting between knuckles. Izzy's fingers squeeze back.
"Izzy," Ed whimpers. "Say my name." Braces for the silence.
"Edward," Izzy mumbles like he has forgotten speech, and Ed cries freely.
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jkgnggj · 9 months
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a lil drawing of the baby boy kei, an oc belonging to my friend @yeageryann <333 she let me draw him like months ago (and even let me brainwash her into shipping him with tori pfft)
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fruutes · 4 months
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GUYS I THOUGHT I HAD THESE ON HERE
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OK THANK U FOR LOOKING LOV U :>
I have a bunch of art of my sdv farmer Harmony/ham I forgot to upload them!! Here u can have these two for now and then then then later I will. Give more! Whether u want it or not!!!
It's sodbuster bc it said that on her profile thingy once and I thought it was So funny so I decided it will just be her last name lol
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