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jarofstyles · 1 year
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Teenage Dirtbag 4
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Here he is… in all his asshole glory. The moment you’ve been waiting for.
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Warnings: smut, degrading, kind of short Sorry bffs
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Harry had this in the bag.
At least, he’s pretty sure.
4 tutoring sessions down and he and Y/N have developed a schedule. Harry managed to not be so late and Y/N kept things pretty civil- though her eye rolls and huffs when he would flirt with her did slip through. Of course he was laying it on thick and complimenting her intellect, which wasn’t fake. Y/N was without a doubt one of the smartest people he had ever come across. She had straight A’s across the board, knew every answer to his questions without even blinking an eye, and so far?
She had avoided hooking up with him.
Harry could tell that she was attracted to him, though, and he used it to his advantage. Taking note of what she stared at and doing the most he could to get her to look further. His ringed fingers seemed to be the biggest contender on that list. The efforts to brush his with hers wasn’t met in vain, Y/N jerking back only after letting him pet at her just a little. It wasn’t immediately either.
There was a tension that Harry personally found delicious. She was trying very hard to not let him know her attraction but Harry was far too detail oriented now that he was truly paying attention to the cues and a crumb of attention from her. And boy, did he try.
He would arrive with drinks in tow and a cake pop for her every time, attentively highlighting the assists he noticed her eyes lingering on- aka his arms and hands as previously stated. Cut off shirts with his arms exposed and shorts exposing his toned legs were added to it all, and he definitely caught her eying up his tattooed arms every session. It was a stroke to the ego and a fun challenge considering she would look irritated every time she caught herself getting lost looking at him.
Harry wasn’t used to people telling him no, and Y/N wasn’t used to anyone making her this insane. On paper, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was trying, being nice, doing his work as he had so dutifully promised. But the little things sprinkled in and added to her attraction to the man she most definitely did not want to be affected by. It hurt her pride to know that he was the one that had her sneaking her hand under the sheets at night. The object of her most salacious thoughts, the images of those strong hands and cocky smirk did things to her that she loathed. It should be illegal, how enticing a complete and utter dickhead could be.
Despite it all, the dickish smirks and the knowledge that he most definitely wanted her in his bed, she didn’t want to give in. She really, really, didn’t.
That didn’t mean Drunk Y/N was of the same opinion.
When she was sober, she would regret this. 100% beat herself up over it, cry maybe for letting temptation get the best of her, but the way his hands felt on her body as he backed her into the door in his room and the muffled thump of music drowned out the protests. Her body was screaming for it, screaming for his touch and some damn relief.
“Finally.” His husky voice rasped into her neck as his hand grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing the plus flesh. His own drunken antics had been in his favor, letting himself be less arrogant and more honest about his want for her downstairs. The man hadn’t even expected her to come considering she knew this was his frat, but it was a very welcome surprise to walk into the kitchen to see her giggling with her friends. It was obvious to him that she was checking him out as her giggles stopped, his confidence swelling as he walked over to her. He paid no mind to her little friends as he leaned down and whispered a request for her to follow him to somewhere quiet they could talk.
His hand held hers as he led her up the grand staircase, passing the bodies entangled in their own embraces. It was slightly awkward, his hand tugging her faster to get to his own bedroom.
Y/N hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she had never expected clean and properly organized. The only thing slightly messy was a corner where his practice bag was laid open and his shoes spilling out of it. Otherwise, it was clean. Some classic rock posters hung upon on the walls along with a guitar, which did surprise her. He played guitar? She would shelve that thought for later.
He also had a wax melter. The smell was quite nice compared to the other boys rooms she had been in.
Her appraisal of the room was interrupted by his voice.
“I see how you look at me.” He started. “And m’not saying it to start a fight. I just.. notice. I want you to know that it’s the same for me and I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.” His voice was a slight slur as he grabbed at her waist. Y/N melted into it, her hands coming up to smooth over his chest, taking note of the sharpen and slope of his muscle.
Goddamn it.
“Harry…” she whispered. “I know, but.. its hard. You’re such a fucking ass, but you’re hot. I hate that you know it.” Her eyes met his coyly, finger coming up to his jaw. “This is sharp. And-and I hate that I’m always staring at you. Just want to tutor you and go home but you’ve got to go and be all.. all sexy and annoying and make me want to jump your fucking bones.” Her little huff made his cock twitch. Why did he find her irritation so hot?
“Because I want to jump your bones too, darling.” His coo was low, rubbing her hips and pressing her against the wood of the door. “Why don’t we just do it once, hm?” He lifted a hand to cup her face in return, ,glazed eyes taking in the softness of her skin and the brightness in her own eyes. It couldn’t be helped that his thumb brushed her lower lip. “Get it out of our systems.” His voice was like a damn siren call to her, and this was getting dangerous. Dangerous because she totally wanted to fucking do it.
“You think?” She croaked, lips brushing his thumb as she looked up at him in wonder. “We can just… do it one time? N’then… we can do tutoring and you can leave me alone?”
For some reason, the idea of leaving her alone for good sent a pinch into his chest, ,but he wasn’t going to think about that right now. This was the obvious solution. One single time with their irritation and passion, they could fuck it away. He could get his way and be a decent student for her when they’re doing tutoring work and just poke a tiny bit of fun, but the weight of their sexual tension wouldn’t weigh them down anymore. It would be perfect.
“Yes. Can we?” Their noses brushed, his mouth aching to attach to hers. “Please? Promise I’ll be good for it.” Harry could get on his knees and beg for it at this point. She could put him out of his misery of thinking about her every time he had to cum, of only craving her smart mouth and her snarky smile. It was driving him absolutely mad, and he wasn’t above begging her for it considering she was all over him too.
Y/N thinks it was the tiny hint of a whimper that broke her. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to her for the roughest kiss she ever had in her life, she felt like she was possessed. Possessed with the need she had been repressing for so long, wanting this man’s hands on her. Dreaming about it, wanting to know if the rumors are true. If he was truly as gifted in the dick department as everyone seemed to claim.
He was.
Y/N was allowing herself to get lost in it.
Each drive of the thick cock inside of her had her thighs shaking, nails digging into his skin as she whined into the air. There was no doubt in her mind that she would regret it now because there was no way she wasn’t going to want this again. She wouldn’t- no. She would not give into him no matter how good this felt, no matter how perfectly curved he was and hit her spot perfectly over and over… she would remain strong. But this was her time to enjoy it.
“Fuck.” Her growl fed into his speed, hand wrapped around her throat as his mouth covered hers again. There was nothing calm about this. The bed frame hitting the wall as he buried himself inside of her, claiming his victory. The hot, wet cunt taking him greedily each time. His pants weren’t even off his ankles fully,. There had been no time to waste, pushing her on the bed and sliding into her welcoming cunt with a need he had let overtake him.
It was worth the wait. Worth the bickering. He never felt a cunt so perfectly wrapped around him- and he had been around the block a few times. Her hair haloed against his comforter, her heels digging into his back as he looked down at her body. The dress was messed up, cups of her bra strown to the side and breasts bouncing with each thrust- he had to take advantage. Taking one of the nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing as his cock rammed into her sopping wet hole, he knew he had won.
“One time only, huh?” He smirked at her as he popped off her nipple. Her hands had migrated to be buried in his curls, the fiery glare only spurring him on.
“O-only tonight.” She hissed back before tugging on his hair. A mistake, considering he let out one of the most erotic moans she had ever heard. Of course he liked a bit of pain, dick inside of her pulsing at the pressure of her grip.
“Mhm… sure. Like you won’t be gagging for it next time. I’ll-Fuck, this is perfect pussy.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “And it’s made for my cock. See? Should have just l-let me have it the first night.”
The cocky, arrogant son of a bitch. His heavy thrusts were perfect, hand covering her head so it didn’t knock into the headboard. “No. Never having it again. It isn’t yours.” The words were ruined with a moan, the fingers pressing into the side of her throat making her lose her train of thought. As much of a dick as he was- his cock was making up for it. Deep down she knew the truth. He knew the truth. It would be hard to stay away from him like this when it felt this fucking good.
“Whatever you say, princess.” She wanted to smack the smirk off his face, but resorted to tugging on his hair again. It did the job, melting the grin from his puffy lips and getting another groan.
“Shut up and do the one thing you’re good for.” The tone of her words had him throbbing. “Fuck me.”
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cinnnamongrl · 8 months
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just had disgusting filthy thoughts about ellie showing you off to loser!abby who’s never been with a girl before (mutuals look away i’m shy)
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ellie having you spread open on the bed, vibrator held against your clit as you squirm, unable to move far with your feet tied down.
“y’hear those pretty little sounds she’s making?”. abby nodded. “‘s cause she’s gettin’ close again” it was true, you were approaching your third orgasm of the night, desperate to come yet overstimulated all at the same time. abby nodded again, face red and boxers soaked through. “look at her little pussy clenching around nothing” ellie told her “desperate to be filled, poor thing.” abby cleared her throat “are you gonna…?”
ellie shook her head. “gotta make her wait for it. makes her so fucking needy” you huffed from the other end of the bed, tears filling your eyes at your desperation “‘s too much ellie. please” abby looked to ellie, slight concern on her face but ellie just turned back to the pretty display she’d created “dumb little thing’s just being pathetic. she’s gonna come again soon”. your head felt more fucked than ever before. the combination of another orgasm approaching and your girlfriend talking to abby about you like you weren’t even there was making your mind fall deeper into a submissive fuzzy mess.
“you wanna touch?” ellie asked and abby’s eyes widened. “‘s ok. she’d like that. wouldn’t you, pretty girl? you nodded fervently “please. touch me abby” abby almost wanted to pinch herself, convinced she was having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream. she reached out hesitantly. “so fucking wet isn’t she? i think she likes being spread out for us like this” abby managed to breathe out a small “yeah” and she brought a thick finger to your dripping hole. “jus fill her up, nice and slow” ellie told her and you moaned loud as abby followed her instructions.
“s-so tight” abby mumbled as you tried to relax, the stimulation on your clit making it almost impossible not to clench down. “always is,” ellie mused “no matter how many times i fuck her pretty little pussy.” abby groaned at the feeling of you stretched around her and ellie’s dirty words. “now move your fingers properly and make her cum”
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ryllen · 4 months
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magnus-cinis · 5 months
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Toxic yuri
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remyfire · 2 months
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World's Worst Roommates Assignment 💕
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rayodesoleo · 3 months
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“If I have to stick with someone… I-“
AND YOU WILL. YOU WILL STICK WITH HER. THROUGH MULTIPLE QUESTS, A WAR, LITERAL TARTARUS, AND THEN ANOTHER FUCKING WAR
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simple-dark-eyes · 8 months
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*Mexican!Yuu just chilling in their room, fliming, and pans the camera to Grim; who's very interested as to whatever is happening outside their dorm*
Yuu: ¿Y tu gato es chismoso? Mire mi gato.
Grim:
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doodlerh · 5 months
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HERE'S MY ADOPT FOR THE DREADNAUT CLOSED SPECIES!! he's up for auction now at an exuberant price :')
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transgayhawkeyepierce · 2 months
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I'm imagining that in a fight with Hawkeye, Charles would be like, Only the Finest Education and Breeding Can Grant You True Proficiency In The Sartorial Art of Boxing. Behold Pierce, my Elegant Form-, and Hawkeye cold clocks him, making Charles fall to the floor with a cartoonish spin
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eveatethefruit · 2 years
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A Little Sugar
In which you have an issue, and Steve knows just how to fix it.
CW: 18+!!!!! , College!Steve AU , Daddy kink, lowkey SugarDaddy!Steve , petnames , oral (m receiving) , fem identifying reader but i dont think any body parts are mentioned?
AN ; A little sugar daddy stevie blurb never killed nobodyyyyy. I think I want to expand on this AU a lot. Thoughts? Reblogs and comments are always appreciated . Masterlist
-xo Violet
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“Ughhh,” you groan, throwing your heavy school bag on Steves dorm room bed. Of course the rich boy managed to end up with a dorm all to himself, which is practically unheard of , so he lets his friends and girlfriend (you) stay in the extra bed whenever you want. At this point you practically live together. 
“What’s wrong sweetie?” Steve asks from his desk. His glasses are on, making him look extra pretentious, and he’s focused on his laptop. You’ve always admired his work ethic, but in times of need you’ve had to get creative at getting his attention. 
You lay on the bed and groan more, your attempt at expressing your emotional state. Steve chuckles from his desk, closing his laptop and walking over to the edge of the bed, where his strong hands find your back. He slightly lifts your oversized shirt, and softly rubs his hands across your warm skin. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t your desired effect , your feeble attempt at getting attention from your boyfriend. 
“The financial aid office sucks ass,” you complain. Your face is squished against his pillow, making your voice slightly mumbled, and Steve can’t help but hold back a grin at how adorable you look. 
“I just needed my extra grant to come through so i could finally get the ipad I was saving for. The extra money was gonna help a lot but I don’t know if it’ll happen” you explain. You know it’s a first world problem, but you would be much more organized and efficient if you had the device. Your backpack would be lighter and your notes would be prettier and you-
“I’m sorry about that baby. You can always use mine,” Steve coos. He always has the latest and greatest phones and computers and tools. He’s so gracious with his things, so you’re not necessarily jealous, but you do kind of envy his old money privilege. 
You shake your head no, not wanting to inconvenience him. "Thank you though Stevie," you say, your voice deflated, your gaze drifting into space.
“Or…” he starts, moving his hand to the back of your neck and squeezing. The motion is a signal. Your eyes follow as he leans closer to you, his breath by your ear…
“Daddy could buy it for you , princess.” 
Your eyes widen. There’s no way…he wouldn’t. 
...Right? 
“Steve I…I can’t-You,” you stutter, unable to find the words. 
“Ah Ah,” he interrupts you, pulling on your neck like a kitten so you're sitting up. He slots himself between your open thighs and keeps his gaze on your now reddened cheeks. 
“You know it’s not an issue,” he starts, his hands moving from your neck to caress your cheek. “And i know how hard you’ve been working, pretty girl. If you really want to, you can pay me for half of it, but that’s all I’ll allow.” 
Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. You know it wouldn’t break his bank, but the idea of your boyfriend spending so much money on you is difficult to wrap your head around. 
“It’s so nice of you b-but it’s too much,” you begin, your voice wavering. Your desire for the object going against your loose moral grounds. 
“it’s never too much for my baby. Let me, please,” he coos, his velvet voice making you melt into his touch. Your brain starts to feel mushy. You feel your mouth slightly agape, wanting to argue, but no words are coming out. 
“Sweet girl. You like when daddy takes care of you, don’t you baby?” 
You nod fervently, your stomach twisting at his words. Your hands find themselves gripping his perfectly white shirt, and you feel like he could practically hear your heartbeat. 
“I know you do. Such a good girl for me,” Steve sighs, leaning down to kiss your head, then your cheek, and down to your neck. You whine at the sensation, and your hands start to wander to the growing tent in his pants. You’re slightly surprised he doesn’t stop you, usually having to ask for permission, so you hesitantly begin to palm the bulge in front of you. Steve hisses into your neck, removing his lips and letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. 
“Thank you Daddy,” you murmur as you reach to undo his belt. 
“You don’t have to do this sweetheart,” he says, and you know he means it - despite his obvious hard-on. You know he would never make you pay him in sex. 
But you also know just how to please him, how to submit, how to worship him in a way that shows your gratitude more than words can.
“i want to,” you say, sliding off the bed slowly and lowering to your knees in front of the tall man. His broad chest rising as his breath increases at the sight of you, his little princess, on her knees in front of him, unzipping and lowering his pants. He works to take off his shirt.
His cock springs free and it’s harder than you thought. You let out a small gasp as it slaps against his stomach, a little precum coating his pink tip. 
Steve smiles at your reaction, so pure despite how many times you’ve let him absolutely defile you. You lean forward and press light kisses down his toned and hairy abdomen, then down his thick length. He sighs when you finally let your tongue roam free, up and down him, coating him in your spit. He wraps his hand in your hair, gently pulling it out of your face, out of your way. 
“So perfect baby,” he praises, and you smile against his cock. You take the base in one of your hands, almost wrapping fully around it, while you form your lips into a sort of kissy face, then drag them up and down. You know Steve loves the sensation, your soft plump lips running up and down his entire length, feeling him twitch in your grasp. 
Your other hand finds his balls, heavy as you fondle them, and Steves head flips back as he groans. 
You hum at the sound, finally taking him fully in your mouth. 
“Fuck-Fuckk,” he moans. “Such a good little whore,” he says lovingly, his hand in your hair starting to guide you up and down his length. 
You take him as deep as you can, nose brushing his curly hair as you slightly gag on his cock. His breathing starts to quicken as you quicken your pace, back and forth, back and forth, one hand following your mouth, the other gripping and pulling his balls.
You moan when you feel him start to twitch, and the sensation makes him thrust forward. You do your best to hold back the gag as he takes control, fucking your throat and chasing his high. Tears are pricking your eyes, and spit is trailing down your chin, but you don’t care. The sloppier the better. 
You feel his thrusts starting to get uneven, his breathing hitching, his chest getting flushed. “Yeah baby fuck-fuck gonna, gonna cum in your fucking throat,” he grunts. You moan again in response, ready for his release. 
A slur of curses leave his lips before a final “Fuck,” and you feel him releasing. The warm, salty liquid coating your mouth. You keep him in your mouth and let him ride out his high, swallowing him down while gently rubbing your fingertips over his thighs.
His face is as flushed as yours now, small beads of sweat lining his forehead as he looks down at you in awe. He slowly pulls himself out of your mouth, hissing at the sensation. You can't help but smile up at him as you wipe the spit from your mouth and chin.
How could he not give you everything you possibly wanted? The little angel, but his little devil, who has him wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it. If only he could use all the money and power he really has to spoil you...
He shakes his head at the thought and reaches down to help you stand, pulling his pants back up and putting away his now soft cock.
He kisses you softly on the mouth - something he's always done out of respect even after you just swallowed him whole. Your eyes flutter and you feel the heat radiating between both of you. "Hi," you whisper into his lips.
"Hi," he smiles back.
His brown eyes are cool and soft as he holds his face in your hands. "What color iPad do you want princess?"
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nemeyuko · 3 months
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Miskatonic Varsity hoodie from H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society with Re-Animator button up.
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jarofstyles · 2 years
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Teenage Dirtbag Masterlist
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The masterlist for the man we’ve all been waiting for, our guilty pleasure
✨Fratrry✨
Updates are a bit slow, but here is a compliation of all the parts. He wasn’t meant to be a series, but here we are 💖
Warnings: alcohol and marijuana use and mention, mention of bullying, annoying frat men, misogyny, power dynamics, sexual content including degrading, spitting, choking, exhibition, humiliation, spanking, slapping, bondage, unprotected sex(?), and all that fun stuff.
Hope you enjoy and check out our Patreon for earlier peeks!
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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Quirkless college AU where Keigo is your annoying teachers assistant for one of your majors classes. He never seems to give you that A you deserve, and is hellbent on going back and forth with you about every little thing. About every little grade, every little answer you submit, every little note he likes to leave on the corners of your papers. He mocks your handwriting with his own chicken scratch, even writes a ‘wtf are you trying to say???? is that supposed to say RHETORIC?????’ on one of your papers.
You wanna complain about him to your professor when it comes to his attitude and nitpicking, but the prof always just tells you to take it up with the TA yourself. And that’s exactly what the golden haired man wants, and it’s so painstakingly obvious with the way he absolutely grins when you drag your feet into his ‘office hours’ (aka him sitting in the library for the same amount of time every week).
“I was wondering when you’d ask me to round your grade up.” Keigo doesn’t even greet you, just leans back in his chair as he folds his arms over his chest. His smile grows even wider when you narrow your eyes and huff at him, snatching the chair out from across him to plop down heavily.
“Give me the grade I deserve, and not the grade that drags me here to be with you.” You’re all snaps and irritation, and Keigo loves it—eats up the way your bottom lip juts and your brows furrow down and, oh, you’re so goddamn cute when you’re annoyed.
“Go on a date with me this weekend, and I’ll change it.” Keigo blurts out with a lilt of his lips, eyes squinting when you reel back with a scoff. You stare at him for a while before answering, and he can’t help but notice how shifty your hands have gotten and how it grows harder to look him in the eye now.
“I feel like that goes against policy.” You mutter, picking at your nails before glaring through your lashes. Keigo cocks his head to the side, smiling.
“Don’t tell me you’re a goody two shoes.” He teases, tilts his head in your direction, watches the gears turning in your head as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Fine. One date, and you give me extra credit on the last paper.” You bargain with him, glaring at his hand when he holds it out for you to shake. You pause before you take it, frowning when Keigo grins wider and leans across the table.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal there, birdie.”
And after that, it becomes routine for you both. Keigo enters the most foul grade he can until you show up at his dorm room furious and seething, all so he can pull you in to his space and kiss your puffy cheeks while you enter your own grade in the system. He’s a bit of a jackass, but you think it’s all worth it, especially when he shows you the expansive winged tattoo on his back and the quickest and most efficient way to do eyeliner. He’s good for something, you guess.
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jasontoddiefor · 2 years
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People who can actually pay attention in lectures are amazing. You’re telling me you manage to just listen to a single person while sitting in a spot unmoving for longer than 20 minutes?
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front-facing-pokemon · 8 months
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#registeel#and now this guy is maybe a bit less interesting. from this standpoint‚ i mean. the eyes being just dots make it a little hard to like#feel *connected* to them when they're ffp'd‚ y'know? i feel like it's kind of a reductive angle. which is why i zoomed this one and the last#one out a bit. so you can see a bit of the rest of their body. it's maybe less funny but would it really have been funny to just see 7 red#dots on a gray background and have to read the tag to know it's registeel? i dunno. maybe. maybe it would've been. but i like this more#maybe the explanation is that i'm taking these pictures myself. i personally know all these pokémon and have to ask them if i have permissio#n to take these pictures of them. but registeel said i couldn't get too close. so we settled with this. hehe yeah that's why :) hehe :)#anyway. you now have the aegis cave theme stuck in your head#hi it's me from the present. saturday morning. in yesterday's queued post i came up with the idea of maybe doing a monotype run of a pokémon#game. i don't know which one yet but i wanted to do water-type. but i was like. maybe i'll liveblog it on my main blog. yesterday#and today i came back and saw those tags as i was queuing up today's 'mons and i was like… hell maybe i could stream it if enough folks are#interested. but if anyone is then i didn't want to wait that long for the queue to get to that post bc that's gonna post on like. august 18#and class for my last semester of college Ever starts back up on august 21st and i don't. know if i want to start another pokémon playthroug#h that close to classes starting. especially not one where at least one (1) individual out there might be waiting for it So i put 'em here#they'll still be on that post but. they're here. just in case someone out there is chronically bored enough that that's something they'd be#interested in. y'never know there's a lot of folks here#anyway i will now queue up kricketot. see you then… or i guess see you whenever if you like send in an ask or a message or smth…
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