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urkitty-girl · 7 months
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my ownership kink is making me go absolutely feral. like pls make sure everyone knows i’m yours. it could be with a bracelet, ring, collar, hickies, bruises, ANYTHING. id gladly show them off. i need need need it pretty please i need them to know i’m yours and yours only
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redglassbird · 1 year
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Me, shoving my earbuds in all the way to my brain: this will fix me
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geceninbaligi · 1 year
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I feel numb. No tears, no anger, nothing. Just going through the same day again and again. I would rather just sleep without waking up.
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b-yyearns · 5 months
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being called a good boy >>>
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kal-culator · 2 years
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Aw gee I wonder why every other human mechanic ended up dead after working in the pizzaplex
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minibamnight · 8 days
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sk3tch404 · 2 months
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How do you do, you like me and and I like you 🎶😼
Psycho Cuties brainrot. Plz take it with caution 🙇
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dailycupofcreativitea · 9 months
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Gohan doodles while voice chatting on Discord 🍚
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fliesandlilypads · 1 year
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YES YES I DO MISS SUMMERS FROM MY CHILDHOOD SOLELY FOR THE TIME SPENT BAREFOOT WITH FROGS AND TOADS
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ganondoodle · 5 months
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been hit by the *nothing seems fun and i want to do something but i dont want to do anything* beam again
any suggestions on what to draw or something to cheer up or idk, something you found funny are very welcome
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ratsunie · 1 year
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the trio
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beebopurr · 5 months
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My f!April design has so many variations I need to make a poll or something to ask what details I should hold onto or sm 😭😭 criticism is encouraged and asked for rn if you have anything to say abt the ways I draw her PLEASE say it lmfao
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fxck-with-eli · 7 days
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🩷 emptier 🩷
🩷 happier 🩷
🩷 deeper 🩷
🩷 blanker 🩷
( thanks again to @darknkinky )
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vibingandsimping · 7 months
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Another drabble as I work on more long headcanons and oneshots/fics… they’re in the works y’all.
Forewarnings: Age difference mentioned.
A friend and I were talking about Zevlor and I have come to realize I love older men. (Who said that? Not me.)
Longer blurb… got a little carried away.
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You knew that since you saw him atop the Grove, Zevlor was a sight. A fiery red tiefling with sharp horns that curled upwards. In all honesty, from the distance, all you could make out was his general being was sharp if his chiseled features were anything to go by. Blade slashed and spells whizzed across the outside as you and your companions fought off the invading goblins. Everyone managed to hold their ground and survive while the foe was temporarily vanquished. The gates raised and you entered with heavy pockets. Your first stop, initially, was to trade with the local shopkeep. Those plans were soiled when you saw him arguing with one of the humans who led the goblin pack. With eavesdropping ears and peering eyes, you concluded he was about to explode on him.
Ever the savior you were, you interrupted and defused the situation. Yes, the human male’s mistake to lead them back here was idiotic… it did not warrant any further violence. One life was lost and that was a win itself. Things could’ve went worse, you reassured him, as he inhaled deeply from his nostrils with a look of growing shame. He seemed conflicted still and apologized but all you could really focus on the character he was. His face and voice showed his age- Zevlor clearly lived a healthy portion of his life. Yet, he seemed to be marking all the right boxes. He was humble and mature enough to admit his wrongdoings even in a noble cause. He wanted nothing more than to protect his tiefling family. Tiefling or not yourself, that was admirable.
After chatting, you ended up agreeing to clearing out the camp of goblins. Part of it was your nature and a more selfish part was to earn the favor of the fine aged man you’d met. Plus, it seemed to also benefit the druids. Two birds with one stone kind of deal. That in itself was a feat and there were quite the… obstacles along the way. You made sure to visit the grove and make conversation with him when you could. He was often found in the seclusion of his chamber, rather stressed actually, but always spared you the time to chat. Quick conversations evolved into learning more about him. Harmless gazes and smiles (which, you’d say his smile was about the most devilishly charming) turned into fleeting glances and sheepish. It was like he was fighting his nature.
The last time you visited him in the Grove was to announce the news of the liberation. His eyes widened and he stammered in shock that you even managed to do it. As emotion overwhelmed him, he drew you into a tight squeeze and thanked you in such a tone you knew that you saw him more than a newfound friend at this point. His touch was warm and tight, it made you feel safe. It was much too short for your liking and he cleared his throat with an apology for the outburst. You simply excused him politely with a blush and prepared for the celebration they’d throw at your camp that night. Your mind wouldn’t wipe of the man as you adventured, painfully distracted.
When you arrived at camp, everyone seemed settled in and already pouring their drinks. Voices sung, people danced and others staggered. They were the lightweights and got drunk off a goblet or two of wine. None of it seemed to interest you, though. Eyes darting along until you spotted him standing off by himself. Your heart pang at the sight- he should be enjoying himself. He was your first stop that night (and you sure did notice a certain vampire brooding as you strode right past). A soft expression enveloped his features as your stomach churned. He was too attractive for his own good. The two of you talked and he reminisced on the fact that seeing his refugee’s enjoy themselves was enough for him. He quietly thanked you once more as his gaze devolved into something more… intimate. There was a hesitance- a vulnerability. It seemed as if he was heartbroken before… possibly secluded? If you weren’t reading into things, he surely held some sort of affection for you. He regarded you whilst you two spoke as if you were unobtainable. Whether that was the challenge of your companions or believing he was too old for love.
You sought out to prove him utterly wrong. Even if he was an older tiefling, he deserved to live out his years with someone by his side.
(If you made it this far… I was tempted to write MUCH more. If you guys want a continuation or such let me know. More than happy to supply.)
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vhalesa · 1 year
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Yes, it was time for that meme again :>
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hornyfrogboy2 · 1 year
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One Weird Trick?
Is that really all it takes?
A fix for your appearance and your insecurities and your anxiety in a single word?
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Nah, that’d be absurd.
It’s three words.
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For you, it might even be four.
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Pauline Kazan, Jennie Mac, SophaDophaa
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