me to someone who didn’t ask about lucemond: it’s not because they’re uncle and nephew. it’s because of their blood rivalry, because of lucerys’ betrayal, because of aemond’s obsession with lucerys and constructing his identity around his need for revenge. it’s because aemond killed lucerys. the incest is a bonus 🥴
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Gotta wonder if Wade has one of those 'tooth holder' things for your baby teeth? Or.. would that be too capitalist for him?
Oh man.. what if he didn't have one for HIMSELF but he stole them from other kids? If Wade had friends with loose baby teeth I got to imagine that he tried to steal them.
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me: *loads up an older playlist to get through Monday work tasks*
brain: HEY LOOK HOW MANY OF THESE SONGS APPLY TO YOUR BLORBOS
me: ... well, shit
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Nepeta: *is watching chimera ant arc of hunter x hunter*
Neferpitou: *is on screen*
Nepeta: :33< they're just lick mew fur real
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we as a society moved on from these photos way too quickly
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elden ring OCs.
Raimes and Mirai. they hail from one of the main houses that made up Erdtree’s upper echelons.
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do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?
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abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.
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she's a pill. she's ambidextrous. she can diagnose an intercranial hemorrhage with one look. she's like light moving across water. she would have worked in data. she fights like a grease fire. she's a mad dog. she was the best in her house at fifteen. she's the second strand. she can do a back handspring down the stairs. she can learn anything in a few tries but thinks she's got one thing. her smile makes the earth want to marry her. she blazed like a white candle. I didn't say her name, but she popped into your head anyway, didn't she?
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This is wholly my fault for being forgetful and delaying this appreciation post, the thought comes to poke at me at random moments like a candidate for the rivals-to-lovers trope — the claw-like accessories in Aventurine's boss form.
I can't just get the image of him teasingly dragging those pointed nails up your hand, over the arch of your arm, leaving a faint scratch on the dip of your collarbone before curling around your throat ; purposefully pressing the sharp point of his thumb atop your throbbing pulse. His other hand grasping your jaw, tapping a finger on your lips, threatening to sink into the tender flesh. And when he drinks in the way your eyes dart everywhere in a frenzy, the way you remain rigid in anticipation — Aventurine is quite glad the mask hides his face.
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