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A white tiger sounds like it'd be super super cool. I think.

Updates twice daily! A collaboration with @doveywovy

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SINNERS (2025) dir. by Ryan Coogler

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Tom Crean and “his” pups: Roger, Toby (back), Nell (front), and Nelson, photographed one month after they were born

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post-coital mdtb

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I got a holter monitor installed not so long ago bc studying mechanical engineering got to me <:3 )~~ definitely not a recommend (both holter and engineering ngl), so I made Tobirama suffer to cope

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cute little guys, glad nothing bad ever happens to them

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the first chapter of my mdtb omegaverse fic is now up. it's been my passion project for a while! i hacked at the first part so hard i figured it'd be okay to break it up into parts as i edit and add more. i hope you enjoy it as it goes. more filth as i post!

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madatobi as you like

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my cutes :)

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vetinari's terrier greatest hits

(transcription in alt texts; excerpts from MEN AT ARMS, then a bunch from JINGO, then the final one from NIGHT WATCH)

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misc founders

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I blame @elhnrt for talking about clone fucking so much recently, but the idea of pre-peace Tobirama , late bloomer that he is, being so isolated from his peers at that point—for both his status as clan heir and also his own awkwardness from lack of proper socialization and general inability to people correctly—that he definitely got through his awkward early sexual experiences with the help of a shadow clone.

The amount of embarrassment that Tobirama must feel when looking back at at those fumbling nights hidden within the walls of his own bedroom, sealed and trapped like an iron fortress as Tobirama's shaking hands ran through the needed string of handsigns the very first time he summoned a perfect clone of himself. How hot he must flush at the memory of how hard his heart had pounded then, gazing upon his own nervous countenance. Even knowing that the body across from him was only a false--if convincing--copy of himself, and that only he would know what had transpired by the end of the night, hadn't prevented the burning shame from sweeping through Tobirama at the thought of anyone discovering the awkward genius using his own revolutionary technique to do something so base. So shameless. So perverted.

The perspective that time had granted Tobirama only furthered the deep well of embarrassment that threatens to drown him whenever it crosses his mind. And yet--he’s so stupidly grateful that no one else remembers the way that once his trembling hand had managed to cross the distance that separated him from himself the carefully brushes of fingers had quickly turned to claws as he and his shadow clone clung to one another.

He still doesn't know which one of them made that high pitched whine when their lips finally made contact with one another--Shaking breaths that had tickled his face were quickly stolen as mouths opened and an identical tongue slipped its way inside to slide against his own-- only that it had set his ears wringing and had him pushing bodily further into his clone. Remembers with lightning clarity how his heart had fluttered at the sensation of sturdiness from his clone as their ribs pressed against and fell up and down against one another to the rhythm of their heaving breaths. Inexperience made it so neither could go long kissing before they needed to break away to breath, but eagerness kept their faces pressed close, drool and humid breaths pooling in the scant space between them before one would surge forward to tangle their tongues once again.

Some days he wishes he could forget the surge of warmth that had flooded his chest and made the tips of his finger tingle --the sensation caused equally from the sense of pride he always got seeing one of his own inventions performing well under field conditions, as well as the sensation of his clones thigh pressing in tight against the V of Tobirama's own legs, sending his hips skittering. Even in the midst of the lewdest act he had ever done at that point in his life, that feeling of pride had felt too self-masturbatory.

From there, what ragged remains of his dignity that Tobirama had held onto flew out the window as he gorged himself shameless on the human contact. So hungry for it that at the time it didn't matter that it came in the form of himself. Just that someone was finally touching him.

He would rather suffer through two broken arms and Hashirama's overbearing care again than acknowledge to anyone else how desperate and needy he had become once he finally let loose the tight leash he typically kept on himself. Would slit his own throat before he would ever admit that he had cried through most of that first night. At first from the sheer emotion at feeling another warm body pressed up tight and willing against him, and then later due to the overstimulation. Not that the slight pain and oversensitive nerve endings had kept him or his clone from hitching their hips against whatever skin they could reach of one another. Even as tears mixed with sweat and the other bodily fluids they had become coated in over the course of the night, coming dry and unable to get hard besides, Tobirama hadn't been able to stop chasing any sensation he could get. Chakra exhaustion, more than a conscious choice had ended that first experience. Tobirama remembers being grateful that he had the wherewithal to wait until Hashirama was on a month long diplomatic mission to Uzisho to undergo this experiment, unsure if the silencing seals he had laid were sufficient for the level of noise he had achieved before he passes out in the mess that he had made his bed.

Of course, once time had passed and the experience wasn't so...overwhelming and all-consuming, Tobirama found the shame mounting even higher after each repeated dalliance. And as Hashirama began to lean on Tobirama more and more as his plans to usurp Butsuma as clan head and seed the possibility of peace wiht Madara began in earnest, Tobirama found himself summoning his clone for such shameful purposes less and less.

Until, suddenly, it had been years since he had engaged in such an embarrassing display. Long enough that peace had come and through a staggering amount of will power and paperwork, Konoha had left the combined dreamworld of Hashirama and Madara and become reality.

Which is why Madara's sudden request to have Tobirama fulfill a fantasy of his by Tobirama making out with his own shadow clone while Madara watches is sending him absolutely spiraling as those memories come flooding back with a vengeance.

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can't sleep

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simple

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new fic posted! madara cuts his hair. some are okay with it, others not so much.

if parts of it sound familiar, well, i drew it :)

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i think i'll watch gay porn tonight and touch my personal penis. every day is a gift you can give to youreself....

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desired iztb dynamic that will never happen: izuna disrobing in front of tobirama and asking him if he's ready to ride the dragon / telling him he's going to release the dragon / telling him his dragon will soon become unchained / commanding him to submit to the dragon's will