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[poupeesdecirque]

Weekly Photo 14/2025

Wisdom is not always easy.

Especially when it comes with headaches.

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Poor Wisely suffered from being way too underphotographed since I finished him two years ago, I had planned to take Lenalee out but somehow something in me decided to take Wisely out again finally.

[undasura]

hand blushing might be my new favorite part of owning bjds lol

(before under cut)

[neonkewpie]

New body obtained! From 30cm to 35cm. I think the proportions look okay? I ordered thru new clover singing but they didn't pass on the colour matching note so I'm gonna have to dye her. Which I knew was a possibility and I don't mind since the head has some discolouration. A shame I have to get rid of the faceup to do that though 😔

[liz-bjd]

Got you

[queenofsquids]

I have acquired the tiny SQLab 53cm body for the NotdollLab head, finally!

The body is not bad posing after all and I am so happy to have it.

I'm not sure the head works on it exactly though. I definitely was seeing her as more childlike and this body is definitely adult. But I still am kinda digging the Blythe big head look for this odd stylized girl.

And from the same seller I got a tiny 56cm Doll Family H boy body! It's so far beyond better than what I imagined. Strung perfectly and poses so well. I'm shocked.

So I had a Volks School A head from Dollyteria to put on it, so that he'd be small like my other Volks girls on ~51cm bodies (Dollstown Elf and Zaoll). I think the neck and torso are great for a real dolly look, but the default hands are too small (and ugly). I only have some Unoa Zero hands in the right-ish scale and color ... which are really still too small but interesting to give him long nails.

Anyway here he is with the girls, I love this stylization of the big headed Volks on smaller bodies right now 😍

[roscvcins]

@misericordiis asked : 🗡 for HANZHU (i’m on mobile nejdnfkf) - Send 🗡 to hold a blade to my muse’s throat for their reaction! (I sure hope it's you sending me this on anon otherwise it's about to be REALLY FUCKING AWKWARD)

She lifts her gaze from the documents she's scanning through in the dark JUST IN TIME to catch the reflection of the moonlight glinting silver on metal arcing through the air before it finds its destination in the side of her neck. The sharp point only skims her hood as she ducks out of the way, however - the quiet howl and the wind that hits her cheek a second later providing just enough information. The next swing is just as fast, just as close, and as she steps back she draws her own blade. A gun is better in nearly all circumstances, but presently less suitable in the dark - and, from the start, she hadn't meant to be discovered. But since it's come to it anyway, she doesn't mind stretching a bit.

(Everybody knows that Hanzhu hasn't been very REASONABLE, lately.)

A furrow creases her brows. The assailant, equally shrouded in darkness, sticks to her just a little too close in the finite space they presently share, like somehow she's being seen through - or is she seeing through the other? In fact, she thinks distractedly, far more distracted than she's been in any fight recently - maybe it's a trick of the space, but why does it seem that she's so familiar with this set of movements? It's easy to imagine where their DANCE goes next, and her body reacts almost on its own to accommodate the movement, like she's done this many times before.

She has to be overcomplicating it. Rolls to the side, disrupting the rhythm, finally in the light again. Head on, it will be inevitable she'll become collateral - but she has a good, clear shot, and she's ready to end this encounter. It has been a long time since she's been patient. Moves before she can fully consider this option, already angling her body for minimal impact and keeping power in the hand that grips her blade. And then her eyes widen as moonlight illuminates the other's face, familiar as the dreams that accompany her sleep nightly, her heart seizing in her chest and the air suddenly pulling out of her lungs. In the silence of that moment she forgets how to breathe. Unable to pull back from the momentum, unable to discern in that moment, dream from reality.

Her wrist spins, the hilt of her knife pressing into his collar in the last second. His blade disappears into her hand, her knuckles white as she wraps her fingers around the metal.

"...Caleb?" It's a long time before she finds her voice, small and unsteady, and the blood that pulls in her palm drips an unsteady rhythm, tapping against the floor.

[attila-werther]

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi

[dutchforstrangers]

Digimon Adventure: 2023 - The newborn chronicles 1/?

Since approx three weeks, I'm head deep into diapers, broken nights and feeding sessions, trying to navigate through life with a newborn. All the while, coming here feels like this could be both my escape from and way of dealing with everything. So I might as well throw in some drabbles about my faves during pregnancy/labor and/or with newborns! Don't expect too much shipping or even shipping at all, just these mofos being newborn parents and not knowing sh*t about all of this.

If you have any suggestions or requests for this series (character(s) and/or prompt/idea), please crawl into my ask box and leave a message (: It's great writing exercise for me after being out of it for so long! I'm taking everything on a scale from everyday domestic fluff to drama with a funny twist and from comedy with a serious touch to dark and heavy angsty emotional rollercoaster.

[1/?]

Episode 1: Taichi & newborn Souta, pt. 1

"Well, just kill me now..."

He said as he exhaled loudly, his hands desperately buried in his hair that seemed wilder than ever before. The bags underneath his eyes in combination with the messy hair and stinky boxers indicating the lack of sleep and showering.

A small piece of Taichi hoped his wife would hear him sigh, wake and come to his rescue. The biggest piece, however, wanted to let her have a peaceful night after all the tough ones she already had and show her he could actually do this by himself.

Thing was he wasn't sure how to.

He reached for his phone on top of the dresser, next to his one week old son. Their eyes met, one set of brown eyes expectingly piercing through his own pair.

"I'm sorry I'm letting you wait, I just... I just need to be sure. So stop looking at me like that."

Taichi's eyes quickly moved from the baby to his phone, scrolling through the names in his contacts.

If he'd call Hikari, or Sora, they would immediately mother and scold him for not knowing "anything". They were an easy skip.

He could call Yamato, but the scenario in his head made him skip his friend faster than lightning.*

Jyou could be useful knowledge-wise, but he'd probably be in a night shift and too busy picking up.

Mimi wasn't an option either, feeling she would leave him with unuseful anecdotes about her traveling life and more questions than answers.

Takeru he felt too awkward to call and Daisuke was simply a hard no.

That left him with one last option. And even though Taichi wasn't sure about that person's knowledge regarding this specific topic, he was sure that he would help him in the best way possible.

"Taichi-san?"

Plus, the voice on the other end weirdly soothed him.

With his gaze fixed on his son's overly yellow-brownish body, Taichi started rambling.

"Koushiro, you've got to help me. What do you know about changing diapers and cleaning one week old babies after they covered themselves in their own poop?"

x x x

* The Taichi - Yamato scenario/convo I envisioned:

Y: "Oi, Taichi, why you're calling me in the middle of the night?"

T: "Why are you picking up in the middle of the night?"

Y: "... F*ck you." *hangs up*

[undasura]

zephyr update: she has jointed hands now from DF-H in pink ns(? forgot the exact color i ordered in) I was able to mod them onto her vinyl body semi-easily :^)

[blooky8]

@givenscribbles @givenscribbles @givenscribbles IM ABOUT TO CRY THIS IS SO FCKING FUNNY

hello fnv nation

[shawtuzi]

idk what this is it kinda just came to me

cw include: breath play, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, sugu is such a sweetie pie :((, two bfs but only suguru’s fucking you in this, i added a cute interaction between sugu and eren bc why df not <33 (boarder credit @/bernardsbendystraws)

“you wanna know what i noticed?” suguru asked, wiping off any excess from the face mask he just washed off. eren was beside him brushing his teeth, tired eyes looking at his reflection as he brushed his teeth. eren locked eyes with suguru in the mirror, his brows raising in question.

suguru looked outside of the bathroom making sure you weren’t in earshot—thankfully you were already preoccupied running over citizens in gta 5.

“don’t get all bashful on me now,” eren’s muffled voice teased suguru. he could tell by the pink tint in his cheeks that it was definitely something naughty. suguru was the shyest perv eren had ever met in his life.

geto kissed his teeth, yanking off his (your) bubble headband. “i think…y/n’s into breath play,” suguru couldn’t help the smirk that quirked his lips, especially when he saw that eren’s tired eyes were now wide and full of questions.

“look just hear me out…”

*flashback <3*

suguru’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his thighs trembling from pure pleasure. he had your knees to your ears, skillful hips slapping into the back of thighs as he fucked you like he hated your guts. you cried out in pleasure when his fingernails dug little crescents into the fat of your thighs, a gush of your essence coating the base of his dick soon after.

“c-choke me.”

“h-huh?”

suguru’s pace slowed but never stopped—he was toooo fucking close to his nut to stop completely. your hand weakly tapped at his, “choke me please. i c-can handle it s’okay.” suguru gulped, his balls tightening. with a shaky hand he wrapped his fingers around your throat, adding zero pressure whatsoever.

you huffed, kicking your feet against his lower back. “do it harder sugu. it’s okay i can take itttt,” your lips were turned into an adorable pout, doe eyes brimming with the neediest tears. suguru’s brows furrowed, his lips turning into a frown. he was just so scared he’d hurt you :((

you could sense the change in his demeanor, a small smile making its way onto your lips. you brought a hand up to caress his jaw, letting out a tiny laugh when he leant into your touch. “if it hurts i’ll tap you okay? don’t worry sugu, let loose a little m’ a big girl,” suguru laughed at the last part, pressing a kiss to your palm before shifting his weight to apply more pressure to your throat.

you gasped at the new angle, your pussy clenching suguru’s cock like a vice when his hand tightened around your throat. suguru pulled out till only the tip was in before slamming back inside you, his hips circling deliciously before repeating it three more times. “f-faster!” you croaked, your heart fluttering when suguru licked a stray tear off your cheek. that was certainly new.

suguru’s strokes were quicker but still just as precise, his spongy tip kissing that special spot deeeep inside you. “f-fuck baby s’wet for sugu,” he grunted, a whimper that he so desperately wanted to keep down bubbled in his chest. “d-don’t….don’t lemme breathe till i cum, m’so close sugu,” suguru’s eyes widened, his pace faltering the tiniest bit.

did you always like being this roughed up?

suguru didn’t answer, instead he just righted his grip around your throat once more until he heard you squeak. his dialed pupils found yours, looking for any signs of discomfort but all he saw was your mouth dropped in pleasure, your eyes nearly rolling back. his pace quickened, his swollen balls slapping harshly against your backside.

“o-oh fuck!” you squealed, your teeth clenching together when you felt suguru’s pelvis rub harshly against your puffy clit. “ooo shit your about to c-cum, i can—fuck, i can fuckin’ feel it,” suguru growled, his thumb pressing down on the center of your throat. your head was beginning to feel very fuzzy and you loved it.

suguru let out a high pitched whine when the first stream of your cum hit his stomach abruptly. your eyes were completely rolled into the back of your head, droplets of drool leaking from your lips and onto your chin and neck. suguru continued to fuck your through your orgasm like a madman, his grip on your throat loosening.

you weren’t quiet sure what happened, suguru wasn’t too sure either but something in your tummy snapped, your orgasm hitting even harder than it was before. “sh-shit you’re still fucking cumming?” suguru gasped in awe, his teeth clamping onto his bottom lip at the sight of the never ending streams of cum coating his dick and abdomen. “look at that,” he grunted, cupping the back of your neck. he pushed your neck upwards, forcing you to look at the mess between your bodies.

you weren’t capable of even making a sound, all you could do was look your sugu in the eyes and silently beg for his cum. oh how he loved when you looked at him like that.

suguru’s abs clenched, his hips pushing against yours one last time before he came, white dots clouding his vision. he slowly rolled his hips, relishing in the sloshing noises that echoed throughout the room.

“you okay baby? wasn’t too rough on you was i?” he frowned, cupping your face in his hands. you giggled breathlessly, shaking your head. suguru kissed your lips three times, his tongue slipping into your mouth. you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at his jet black strands.

“mmph don’t get too excited sweetness, let’s wait for eren for the next round yeah?”

*flashback over <3*

eren was absolutely gobsmacked at this information, his mouth parted but no words were able to be formed. suguru was as red as tomato, his eyes looking anywhere but eren’s. “hey,” eren said poking suguru’s chest, “remember what we talked about with eye contact? y’don’t need to be so nervous sugu it’s just me.”

suguru nodded, giving eren a small smile. “you’re right you’re right…but yeah that’s what i’m thinking. i could be wrong but with her you never know,” suguru chuckled, his ears pricking up when he heard footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“what’s taking you guys so longgg? m’getting bored by myself in there,” you whined, nuzzling into eren’s side. eren squeezed your hip lovingly, his lips lifting into a smirk. you gasped when you felt eren’s hand wrap around your neck, your head knocking against the door with a soft thud when he pushed you against it. “w-what’s your deal?” you whined, your clit tingling at the force.

“me and sugu had a very interesting conversation about you. ‘told me that you liked to be fucked till your dizzy and breathless…is that right?” eren spoke softly, his thumb brushing your chin. your eyes flit to suguru’s, your lips pushing into a pout at the shit eating grin in his face. “that was supposed to be a secret,” you whispered, knowing good and well what the two men were talking about.

eren tutted, slowly shaking his head, “my sweet girl y’know there’s no such thing as secrets in this relationship, isn’t that right babe?” suguru nodded eagerly, warmth pooling in his lower belly. he rlly liked when eren called him pet names hehe. you jumped when you felt eren’s free hand cup your pussy gently, his palm bumping against your clit.

“i can feel your heartbeat over your shorts princess,” he whispered in your ear, licking over the shell of it. you whined in embarrassment, wanting so desperately to cover your face but you knew better than to hide yourself from your boyfriends. suguru inched closer to the two of you until he was cornering you along with eren.

“don’t be embarrassed baby, i really liked it! i know you did too right?” he grinned, squishing your cheeks together. eren gave you a look, silently telling you to be honest. you huffed through your nose, nodding shamelessly. you felt so small underneath their intense gazes, but you definitely couldn’t deny you were excited for whatever was coming your way!!

[diamondnokouzai]

why cant groceries cost $25

[roscvcins]

@misericordiis asked : 💍 Caleb for hanzhu but also like....she's already gonna get atticwifed? - send 💍 for my muses reaction to your muse proposing to them. (accepting!)

Her heart squeezes suddenly, pounding violently in her chest, and her eyes are wide as she stares openly at him. In the following moments Hanzhu can hardly hear anything for the way the blood in her ears soar like sudden rain coming down instantaneously on the rooftop, like all the air in the room has been extracted by the mere possibility. That they can do this. That she can hold on to him. She wants to live the life she could see them living in the mere seconds that have flashed by - and the depth of that WANT, perhaps something she has always felt and never known until now - overwhelms and obliterates her. And the part of her that has carried for years and years her first, simple wish - to just be close to him - expands without warning, grows IMPOSSIBLY into something larger, avaricious and ever-consuming.

So - she pauses. And she breathes.

...And when she exhales, her gaze calms, drops as she begins to speak again. "...But what if," Her voice is soft too, slow and quiet as she voices the suggestion, the smile that touches her lips subdued. Distance - what she's trying for, even if she can only manage a little, an incremental amount before she falls in headfirst and forgets reason altogether. For now, though, the only thing that gives her away is her white knuckles and trembling fingers, curled in her lap. "What if I wouldn't make a very good wife?"

She isn't really sure she knows what NORMAL looks like, has never experienced it, even from the beginning before they were thrown together - the old scars that have stretched and warped over time, the decades old callouses on her fingers were all proof. Maybe he doesn't know either - but he could. Maybe he SHOULD, after all he's been through. She has to be sure that he's realized it - that there was nothing, and no one, now - that dictates he must be tied to her FOREVER.

[sunsettemplar]

more and more sketches for ahh isolock? dedliso? idk my otp df[gdf[h[dfh[

(sleepy)

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[lonestarflight]

STS-6 Challenger lifts off from LC-39A during her maiden voyage. Onboard were Astronauts Paul J. Weitz, Koral J. Bobko, Donald H. Peterson and Dr. Story Musgrave.

Date: April 4, 1983

NASA ID: DF-SC-84-01865, DF-ST-83-10654

NARA: 6374993, 6366993