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funfactory · 11 months
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enteragoodnamehere · 4 months
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me feeling the aromanticness leave my body as I listen to Becoming the Lastnames by Will Wood
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midnightcrustcat · 2 months
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fuckimg EXPLODES
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moving-to-dreamwinged · 6 months
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just watched the SADDEST video EVER WHAT THE HELL??????? i’m going to throw up bro
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seokmatthewz · 1 year
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like u dont GET IT 
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cachantun · 1 year
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we never change, do we?
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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year
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Submissive! König Headcanons
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Warnings: 18+, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con, Pegging, Edging, Teasing, Overstimulation, Gagging, Riding, Praise Kink (receiving), Slight Bondage, Cock Ring, Mention of Blood, Mild Painplay, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Submissive König, Dominant Reader, Mentions of Pain, Crying, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You', Profanity, etc.
Submissive König lives for your praise.
When you ride him, he goes absolutely feral, completely at your mercy.
When you sink down on him, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans.
He's a moaner - a loud one at that.
If you slap your hand over his mouth and tell him to "Be a good boy, be quiet for me,"--
He's nutting. Immediately.
He's secretly a massive fan of teasing and edging.
Though, when you carry on to the point that his cock is aching and red and weeping, he'll desperately slam his hips up into you, trying to get some sort of friction - release.
Man's fast af, and he's got a lot of stamina. He can go for hours.
Definitely a quick finisher, though if you demand ask him to hold out for you, he'll try his best.
And if he doesn't...well, he gets extremely whiny.
You overstimulate him , punish him to the point he's crying and sobbing, begging you to stop keep going.
And that's just when you're sucking him dry; if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll usually wear a long, thick strap-on.
"You're not walking for the next week since you're being such a brat," you say, gripping his hair by the roots and lifting his head so he can hear the venom in your voice.
There's nothing he can do except take an absolute pounding from you, moaning your name into the pillows while his hands are cuffed to the bedposts.
All the while, you're calling him your "Good boy," praising him.
"You're taking me so well, Köni. Making it real easy for me to slip inside your tight little hole."
He'll beg you to stop, plead with you to pull out because he can't take any more, but you ignore him, stretching him out on the thick base of your strap-on.
"You should've thought about this before acting the way you did," you hiss. "I'm not gonna stop until you bleed."
If you feel that he's misbehaved in a way that's invoked your unrelenting discipline, you'll put on this one strap-on that makes König's face break out into fear like a rash.
It's long and fat enough that you can see it bulging in König's stomach when you're fucking him, reducing him to a whimpering, sobbing shell of a man.
Whenever he can tell you're going to break it out, he tries to talk you out of it, tries being democratic and barter with you, but your mind's made up.
By the time you're satisfied, he's passed out, breathing heavily, coated in sweat and cum and completely dead to the world.
You also enjoy using a cock ring on him to make sure he gets absolutely no release, not if he's undeserving of it.
You can practically see the base of his cock swell whenever he's close, ready to burst like a pipe.
But you don't let him cum. Not until you say so.
Gag him. Oh my god, GAG HIM.
König gets off on being completely helpless when he's with you, so if you make sure he can't talk or make a sound, his eyes will be rolling into the back of his head.
"You can try to scream and cry as much as you like; nobody's coming to save you."
But be gentle with him during aftercare :-(; he's very fragile after sex and he just wants you to praise him and tell him he did well.
Bathe with him, stroke his hair, press kisses to his temples and his face will just light up like ☺️.
He feels loved and accepted when he can be his true, genuine self with you, different from the other König he becomes on the battlefield.
And it's the thought of you that keeps him going every day, regardless of how grueling or death-defying the mission is.
He's your "Big guy," your "Teddy bear," and nothing will ever take that away from him.
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olympeline · 3 months
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You know, I like the idea that one of the first real bonding moments Alasdair and Arthur ever had was in the wreckage of 1776. That widely held headcanon that Arthur hit the bottle reeeally hard and was a rum soaked mess for a good few years after Alfred left. And of course Alasdair would have been around to witness it since their joining in 1707
And it’s quite the uncomfortable surprise, too. Arthur was always such a ferocious little shit - such a thorn in Scottie’s side - that in the end he had to propose a union before they tore each other to bits and sunk Britain’s bright future with their endless wars. Much as he hated to admit it, Arthur was tough. Arthur was strong. But now Arthur’s first born son first colony has up and left, and Arthur isn’t the fire breathing vengeance machine Alasdair expected. Instead of coming up with plots to use their growing empire’s might to beat Alfred to a pulp and drag him back kicking and screaming, Arthur has spiralled into a depressive funk, is going through three bottles a day, and would have already killed himself with alcohol poisoning if he were human. Or maybe he did a few times and just regenerated, idk. Either way it seems Alasdair didn’t know Arthur half so well as he thought he did. He never predicted a reaction like this
Alasdair watches Arthur’s collapse with confusion, followed by disbelief, then open disgust. He tries to ignore it, not wanting to deal with his sibling’s antics. Even when the king and officials beg Alasdair to step in and do something, he brusquely brushes them off. He’s not Arthur’s fucking nursemaid for God’s sake! Until one day they’re due to sail together on the kingdom’s flagship and his little brother holds them up. Alasdair gets the message that the former terror of the waves is once again too shitfaced to stand up, let alone captain a ship. Now the important voyage will have to be delayed
And Scot has just hAD ENOUGH of Arthur embarrassing and inconveniencing them all like this. He swears his brother was less trouble as a mortal enemy! Alasdair storms into Arthur’s room to drag the addlepated sot out of bed and talk some sense into him. With his fists if necessary. Not that it comes to that with Arthur as drunk as he is. Alasdair has to drag him up then hold him up to yell at him. And when Arthur tries to punch him, he would have gone down like a sack of spuds without big bro’s bruising grip. It’s awkward for all involved when Arthur’s pathetic attempts at a scuffle and Alasdair shaking and yelling at him, end with Arthur suddenly crumbling and sobbing on his shoulder. Shocking Alasdair again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Arthur and haltingly rubs his back, muttering soothing nonsense. Most mortifying moment of Alasdair’s millenia+ life.
He doesn’t push Arthur away as he clings to him, though. As much as Arthur drives him insane like no one else, he’s still Scot’s little brother. So he let’s him cry and just keeps supporting him. Listening in silence as Arthur rants and sobs about Alfred: alternating between professing deepest loathing for the “traitor,” and weeping about how much he misses him and how there’s still time to fix everything and they have to try and get him back, etc. etc. It’s a fool’s hope, but Alasdair always knew Arthur was a fool
But what can he say? A smug, confrontational, fiery, normal Arthur makes Alasdair long for their old days of striking swords and border wars. A pathetic, drunk, weeping, vulnerable Arthur brings out Alasdair’s long dormant brotherly instinct. A feeling usually reserved for Wales and the Ireland twins. But, for the first time since he was a wee bairn, the instinct comes out for Arthur. It’s been so long since he saw him cry, he’d almost forgotten Arthur was capable of it
Alasdair lets Arthur cry himself to exhaustion, then helps him back into bed. Takes off Arthur’s coat, pulls off his boots, drags the blankets up over him. Arthur catches his arm, hands trembling, when Alasdair goes to straighten up and begs him not to leave him too. Alasdair rolls his eyes, cuffs Arthur - gently - and tells him to sleep it off. Then promises gruffly to be there when he wakes up, so stop being a drunk fool and go to sleep
Arthur obeys and Alasdair he keeps his word. Wales and Ireland fill in sailing duty and Alasdair stays with Arthur: king and parliament’s ranting be damned. Planning to help his little brother get himself back on track once he wakes up, starting with getting him off the booze. Or at least getting it back down to royal navy functional alcoholic levels. They can worry about everything else later
Thankfully for both their sanities, Arthur remembers very little of this when he wakes up lol. Alasdair makes sure to thank God extra hard that week at church for big mercies
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toxicruins101 · 1 year
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YOUR WORDS KILLED ME
Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.
Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.
1, 2, 3..678910..
Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.
The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.
Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.
You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.
Torture and torture for days on end.
You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.
You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.
"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence
Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.
"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."
'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.
Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.
You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.
You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.
That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.
Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.
But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.
"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.
You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.
You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.
"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.
To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.
Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.
Soon after though another person came in.
"Y/n? You there?"
Techno
Techno!
You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.
Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.
"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence
Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought
"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.
Come back home, ok? We all.
Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.
There were so many things you wanted to say to him.
So many
So so many.
You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.
You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.
Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.
No-one?
Guess that was it.
Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-
"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.
Wilbur.
You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.
You had missed him so much.
Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces
Yet there he stood now, revived and well.
He only started at you and walked over.
He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.
In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.
Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.
You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.
Guards came in and started pushing him out
He screamed and thrashed in their hold.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-
NO NO WAIT-
Y-!"
his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.
The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.
So much for feeling your hands again
This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.
Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.
You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.
Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.
You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.
His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.
All because of you
Your family was suffering
Your friends were suffering
Everyone was suffering
Because of you
"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.
He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.
Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.
"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.
Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.
"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.
"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.
You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.
No
No
NO
NO
NONO
NONONONO
NO GOD PLEASE
Don't leave me please
Philza...
Techno...
Wilbur....
Tommy...
Don't leave me to die alone please...
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lovejosephquinn · 2 years
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I have this idea, you can completely ignore this by the way! Also I hope you had a great day today <3 make sure you take rest!
My idea was this, what would it be like Joseph Quinn dating someone who isn’t a actor/model? Like the reader just lives a normal life, being a vet etc. what would that be like?
Oh, I mean I think he'd quite suit it seeing as he's not lived in the limelight his whole life but would do anything to keep you protected and wouldn't want you in the public eye much - ummmm I LOVE IT
Thank you so much anon, my day got easier eventually :) ilysm!
Similar to my mini-series I wrote: 'Worlds Change When Eyes Meet'
A small, short imagine is screaming into this, I hope you love it! It'd break my heart for when Joe gets a girlfriend for her to actually go through this, but I've seen it happen with a lot of celebrities over the years.
Thanks for requesting :) x
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Joe loved having you as his girlfriend, he adored you and spoilt you in every way you had always deserved, but his main fear now that he was becoming more and more known to the public since the premiere of Stranger Things all those months ago and that your relationship was progressing further was that once you were known to the public, things may go down south.
He didn't want to let that happen, but he was always terrified of losing you almost because of the career path he'd chosen. You were once photographed around London together around a month after the premiere to which it caused a stir amongst a small dose of his fan base and the abuse you got online from people finding your social media was something that scarred you, especially when people go to extreme lengths with the death threats you began to receive, truly unbearable at times. That was just the start of it.
It was harder after Joe finally admitted in an interview that he was in fact in a relationship and had kept it private for a long time, even before his fame hit. Going from being a normal part of society to becoming headline news and being named as: "Joseph Quinn's secret lover." or "Joseph Quinn's dirty little secret." It would drive you mad. You'd go to your normal 9-5 job every day with harassment from strangers you'd never even seen before, hounded by paparazzi and people filming you secretly or at least watched by someone wherever you went, whether it be at the end of your shift or just walking along the streets, with or without Joe. Since he was put at the top, you were proud of everything he had achieved, but this was becoming a definite strain on your everyday life.
One particular night, Joe had come home to find you crying in your apartment you shared together, curled up in a ball on the sofa, clutching your phone in your hand as you scrolled through social media, sighting videos about you being made by crazy fan girls who clearly didn't want you around or the tabloids spreading lies about you two breaking up which also clearly meant they weren't out for Joe's true happiness either. He instantly fell to his knees in front of you and pulled you into him in an awkward position, but you welcomed it. He took your phone out of your hand, took a glance and threw it onto the armchair beside where you lay.
"Y/N, I told you not to delve that deep into stuff, it's all bullshit, it's all stupid, please stop looking at it, baby. I beg of you."
You sobbed your heart out, not a word could be brought from your lips, only muffled weeping noises jerked from your chest to your throat. Joe felt his heart breaking for you, he was learning to deal with the anxiety that stardom had brought, but you in a way, were still foreign to all of this.
"I love you so much, beautiful. Please don't let them win, please don't cry." His hand ran through your hair slowly as his other hand was wrapped around the top of your back, rubbing it to ease the severity of your upset.
"I don't want this to ruin you, to ruin us." Joe muttered as a single tear fell from his eye.
You looked up at him at the mention of ruin and managed to speak, the touch of your boyfriend slowly calming you down, nothing could bring you back down to earth more than your Joseph.
"Nothing could ever tear me away from you, Joe. But will it ever stop?"
He couldn't lie to you, he had no idea, but he could try and come up with a solution. "I'd like to think so, but maybe it will be something more of acceptance and ignorance eventually that will get you through it and eventually you won't care what people say."
You agreed as he planted a soft kiss on your lips, a small glimpse of a smile from the gesture. "You know I'll protect you from everything right? Shield you where I can, I'll never let anything, or anyone harm you as long as I'm around. They're only jealous that you've got what they can't have which you know, is pretty good."
He was completely right, cocky as hell sometimes, but right. You chortled at his smugness and playfully moved your hand out from your chest to hit his arm.
Before fame and after fame, Joe was still himself, his sweet, loving, funny and carefree nature that you'd come to fall in love with originally never ripped away by his breakout status.
You were willing to go through hell and back just to be with this man and eventually yes, your life did continue maybe a little differently to normal, with a few added unexpected extras in between but as the saying goes ignorance is bliss.
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brookheimer · 1 year
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watchmojo announcer voice The Top Three Most Emotionally Devastating Moments In “Connor’s Wedding” For Casey Romanfuckingroy Brookheimer
1. rome realizing he didn’t tell logan he loved him and frantically trying to get tom to put him to logan’s ear again even though they already said he was dead….. i noticed he didn’t say it earlier on so when he brought it up it just destroyed me esp the way culkin played it… also all just a little too close to home for me. honestly as a bitch with ocd who had to spend three months working on “radical acceptance” with a therapist after a tragic event bc i still refused to think nothing could be done, bc it still felt too surreal and wrong and impossible for it to be true…. well. roman this entire episode hit a lil too close to home for me fr
2. three way tie between “what? no, no, no, i can’t have that” + shiv blubbering and sobbing as she hands roman the phone + shiv’s voice when she said “why didn’t you come and get me? i was… i was right out there.” literally there was a solid period of five straight minutes where i was just weeping about shiv. sarah snook you are insane. so like while rome’s hit the most bc of my own life/experiences/etc on top of everything else, snook’s crying was so affecting that honestly she could’ve been reciting the dictionary or something and i still would’ve sobbed. that said maybe it was that hard to watch bc the specific cadence she spoke in and her voice and body language felt a little like looking into a mirror… like my response to grief is very much roman’s but my physical reaction is very much shiv’s so.., they destroyed me yeah
3. shiv and roman arguing about whether logan was dead or not, with shiv weeping and struggling to get the words out and roman screaming with his voice breaking that they don’t know if he’s dead yet so just “fucking STOP” ….. not even gonna talk ab this one. don’t need to. ruined me
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ieggthots · 1 year
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Hear me out:
Twisted Alice with a S/o who was reincarnated into a version of Alice Angel from the ink but they changed their appearance to look more like themselves but still kinda look like Alice (like they cut their hair, maybe changed their outfit, maybe more-)
This one was interesting to do! Anything can be changed in imagination. Thank you for requesting this! Twisted Alice really doesn't get enough love.))
(Again you can change anything you want in ur mind , i.e gender, hair style, clothing, etc)
Twisted Alice x GN!Incarnate Reader
Alice as most know, is not one for "love", she despises the concept of love, even thinking about it alone makes her want to rip searchers to shreds. Ever since she was double crossed by Joey back in the 30's and sacrificed to the Machine, she swore off on loving anyone as her trust in new people was greatly diminished. She wouldn't even begin to think that anyone would love her, because of her face. One eye gouged out and part of her mouth ripped open like Mark Hoffman from Saw. That's why she has a conquest to be "beautiful".
But, something changed inside Alice when she first saw you.
At first she wanted to gut you for your insides to heal her face, as you were an incarnation of her, but that never happened. She was more than surprised when you gave her one thing that she has not experienced in a long time... that thing is kindness.
She questions you when you show her kindness, saying "Why, are you being so nice to me? I wanted to harvest your insides not even thirty seconds ago!" And you simply replied with,
"Even the most damned beings, deserve compassion and kindness."
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Alice was ready to breakdown into tears, crying was something she was not acquainted with so she held it back the best she could. She did try, but when she felt two arms encircle her in an embrace, the waterworks flowed from her eye and ripped sobs from her throat.
Sinking down to the ground, the fallen angel weeped in your arms as you held her tight, not willing to let any monster attack her as she was vulnerable. And so from then on, a relationship blossomed, Alice; the twisted angel, and an Alice incarnate by the name of F/N.
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~ Alice does her best to make sure you are comfortable being with her in a relationship, as her murderous habits still stick with her, she can't help that though.
~She cherishes you like you are a piece of fragile ruby, not letting you out of her sight and likes to he near you
~the poor woman is touch starved after not having much interaction for over the past 30-40+ years, so she likes to do anything to touch you. Whether that be holding your hand, brushing your leg with hers, bear hugging, etc.
~if the Ink Demon is to attempt to lay a finger on you, she chases him down with an axe, screaming to get away from her darlin'
~she loves it when you have your attention on her, it just makes her feel whole.
~when you are focusing on another task and haven't payed attention to Alice in awhile, she will rip you away from whatever you are doing, and will sit on your bed with you until you pay attention to her
~Alice loves sleeping next to you
~you keep her nightmares away at night, as all she can dream about next to you is pleasant dreams of you and her
(A mix of headcanons/the backstory how you met?? I could've done better but limited time because of school. Ciao for now! Hope you liked it!)
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hello !! Happy ayyám-i-há! Have a little tam :)
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omg!! a little tam!! my my favoritest guy in the whole wide world just look at him!! I love him so much thank you so so much screaming crying weeping sobbing giggling laconically etc. etc.
I love his earrings!! Tam should have earrings you're so so right, and he should have pointed ears he deserves it. and the hair!! what a style, what a guy. tam with longer hair is an excellent concept. you know, how did he have access to scissors or sharps living in the neutral territories? you're telling me he had a sharp? i refuse to believe you and say there was no way for him to cut his hair so it grew out and now he kinda keeps it like that.
the color scheme is lovely too, black and gold just go so well together. especially fun since he's so often associated with silver, kinda throws that on its head and mixes it up! the heart shapes along the collar are >>>>>, I love the way you draw clothes its so fun. real loose and expressive and captures so many impressions
also love the little smiley face next to his face, you're so right for that (:
thank you so much for this!! I adore him, love love love tam he's soooooo *eats him* *eats him* *eats him* *eats him* *eats him* *eats
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exrankluck · 3 months
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crying screaming sobbing weeping etc etc
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kirbyofthestars · 2 years
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String Gummy with his submissive, fertile, and breedable hips and massive dumptruck ass holds his bondage gun at the ready.
"String Gummy, my love!" Croissant exclaims, dabbing into view.
"Croissant, my love!" String Gummy says, twerking towards her.
They t-pose as they make out passionately. String Gummy then uses his bondage gun on Croissant!! ♥︎
Timekeeper enters the room. Timekeeper leaves the room.
String Gummy and Croissant continue making out passionately.
"Wait, String, stop," Croissant pants.
"Are you okay?" String Gummy inquires.
"Did you eat anything with nuts earlier?"
String Gummy gulps. "Yeah..."
"Oh no!" Croissant yowls. "I am allergic to nuts!"
Croissant turns into an actual Croissant.
String Gummy dramatically falls to his knees, weeping sobbing screaming crying etc. "Noooooo...!!!!!!!! My Wife!!!!!!"
Timekeeper enters the room. "LOL." Timekeeper exits the room.
this reads like a miitopia cutscene
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pettyelves · 10 months
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☕️ Burial rites (viewings, mourning, celebration, cremation, graves, etc) (Ibormeith)
It's all pitch black. The mire dwellers have been mourning for days, together--weeping and singing. Now is the time to return the fallen to the water. Wailing and sobbing and trill screams of agony. His body rocks to and fro, dissonant droning the bass to high, ripping notes. A thread pulls Ibormeith back to Now. He is not in the past, where he has wailed with his family, nor the future-- where he will again. "Despite being a death tender, I do not understand many rites in Human practice. Freezing their loved ones and preventing the rot from settling in." "Granted, I'm sure the practice of not keeping the body is probably strange, even to other Kaldorei." He lulls his head weakly, "Though...one sentiment shared between some elves and the like that say we ought not cry for our dead. So strange to love something and not cry when it is gone from you." Ibormeith swallows, golden eyes far off on fireflies. "My kin weep. We dance wretched. We sing shrill. We are ugly in our mourning." "And that is beautiful."
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