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frogshunnedshadows · 9 months
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After my modest success with the 1/64 scale shipping pallets, I was thinking about what else I could try to make, and settled on a Jersey barrier and an arcade cabinet. Turned out pretty well.
These are the result of hours of work over a couple evenings. Desktop hobby plotter-cut cardstock & 0.4 mm sheet styrene parts. And Tamiya putty, solvent glue, superglue & acrylic paint.
The Jersey barriers were extremely fiddly and difficult to assemble, though if I make more, I think I've figured out a simpler way to do them.
The arcade cabinet was slightly easier, but seems bare without any graphics or colors on it.
I've realized it's very helpful to put a tiny magnet in the base of these things, to hold them to a stick while painting.
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catcze · 4 months
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Imagine being Boothill’s sweetheart before everything went up in flames… he didn’t think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.
He’s a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at first— he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.
And oh, when he manages to reach you— manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.
If he could cry, he thinks, he’d be a blubbering mess. 
Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.
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sugarhigh1 · 1 year
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"What do you want to be for Halloween " i want to be railed from behind in a short mini skirt
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pxuvalentinx · 6 months
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Keep Talking | Aventurine x Reader
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what if instead of scheduling an interview, he is talking to you and enjoying your sweet voice a little too much?
tags: dub con, phone sex??, masturbation, intended fem reader but can be read as gn!reader too, slight corruption kink, voice kink
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“Oh yeah? Really?” He asked, a raspy undertone in his morning voice. Aventurine just woke up a couple of minutes ago, while you’ve been up for a few hours already. In fact, your call woke him up. You just had to tell him about your day, and he didn’t mind. No, he loved listening to you talk, your sweet voice was his favourite sound.
He loved hearing you get excited, it always got him smiling and made his dick so terribly hard. Aventurine would often catch himself getting a boner at your mere smile, and he felt like a pervert for it. But in the end it’s not his fault that his girlfriend is just so cute that he constantly has to excuse himself to the bathroom to rub a quick one, because your voice just was a bit higher than usual, or your eyes just looked so innocent today. Your innocence just turned him on that easily.
It wasn’t any different today, he was barely awake, but he could feel something growing in his pants already. You were telling him all about your morning, about the cute cat you saw on your way to the grocery store, how annoying the cashier was, how you almost tripped on your way back home, and how you’ve done almost everything around the house already. Aventurine was trying his best to listen to your words, but his hand was already in his pyjama pants, cupping his underwear covered bulge.
His hips were bucking into his hand. He was trying his best to be absolutely quiet, not to interrupt you. Quiet grunts managed to escape his mouth, barely audible, but you were too busy talking anyway. Eventually his hand slipped into his underwear, pulling it down with his pyjama pants. A very audible sound of his cock slapping against his lower stomach could be heard.
“Are you alright, darling?” You asked. “Yeah, all good, just a fly.” He answered before starting to tease the tip of his dick, precum already decorating it. Aventurine was trying to suppress the whimpers that were stuck in the back of his throat. As he concentrated on your voice, his hand started to carefully stroke his dick. He was trying to imitate the soft strokes you’d always give him whenever you jerked him off. One day he wishes for you to talk to him about your day while jerking him off like that. He knows that he’d absolutely explode within seconds.
His hand was squeezing his shaft, as his thumb rubbed over the rose-pink tip. Aventurine’s lips parted, quietly gasping, his heart was beating so quickly it felt like it was gonna jump out at any moment. Sweat was forming on his forehead, while he rutted into his hand like a dog in heat. You were the only person that could get him this needy by just speaking to him.
“Aventurine?”
“Y-Yeah?” He grunted.
“Are you even listening?”
“Sorry darling, ‘m a bit distracted..can you..ah.. repeat what you said?”
So you did. Not that he picked up anything you said, he was too busy chasing his high, and processing your words wasn’t really part of that — he’d make it up to you another time. He could feel the heat rising in his body. It wouldn’t take long till he finally got that sweet release.
Aventurine’s hand sped up. Oh, if only you knew what was happening on the other side of the phone. He swallowed up all his moans and whimpers, the only thing he could process was your sweet sweet laugh and that did it for him. Huge amounts of that white sticky liquid spurted out of his dick, as your laugh echoed in his head. His freshly washed pyjamas were now ruined, but he couldn’t care less. A chuckle was his response to you.
“Fuck…do you know how much I love you, dear?” He asked while grinning down at the mess he had made.
“Mhm..Of course I do..I love you even more.” You replied. “It’s so sudden though..?”
“Ah, don’t worry, just wanted to let you know.”
Cleaning this up would take a moment for sure.
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skies04 · 5 months
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- I'm just a tool for men to use, for men's pleasure. I'm a set of three fleshlights and a pair of stress balls that men can use wherever and whenever they want 🥺🎀
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necromii · 6 months
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Some scrapped / barely used Discord Layouts I made + some icons I also didn't use ( besides the Bailu ones.. they're currently being used on my prns.cc ^^ ) F2U ofc &&. credit appreciated!
Everything used is official art / content I believe though do correct me if I'm wrong!
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feroluce · 2 months
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I don't generally hang out in the Dr. Ratio tags, so I'm not sure if this is common knowledge or not, but it tickles me every time I remember it;
did you guys know Dr. Ratio actually had an in-game cameo before his big debut in 1.6's The Crown of the Mundane and Divine? He was actually in the 1.5 update, The Crepuscule Zone aka Fyxestroll Garden Event!
So in 1.6, we get to actually meet Ratio face-to-face partway through. But even before that, we unknowingly talk to him through text messages in the researchers' group chat.
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We know that this is Ratio's username, because we have his achievement:
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And in 1.5, we have just one (1) single instance of this same username on the message boards...
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Dude's been trolling since before he even showed his face BSKZJDMSKMSNDN
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aha-chuu · 3 months
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They're going through a rough patch I fear 💔
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scribs-dibs · 6 months
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nono okay sorry. sorry but can we think abt aventurine and kisses. for a sec. the further into your relationship the deeper they get, i think . at first it's just teasing, playing with your bottom lip, longing for his touch without the veil of his gloves, kisses that just miss your mouth at the very last second. he'll say it's because he just wanted to tease you, but it's actually because he isn't ready for the vulnerability of it. he thinks he doesn't deserve it. which is why i think you would need to be the one to initiate the first kiss. i think you would need to wait for his tells, though. the way those pretty, pretty eyes lock onto every syllable as you speak, or even the way when his usual teasing just halts, screeching to a stop under the pressure of his hesitancy. it is then when you need to strike— when you'll need to pull him to you to finish what he started. just a taste is all aventurine really needs, because once he gets just a bit of what he's been fantasizing about his greed will consume him.
further into the relationship i see desperate kisses....kisses that have his hands at your shoulders, pinning you in place, begging you to stay and indulge him for just a little longer. i think he's the type to only really kiss in private, too. he's a private man, afterall, and the last thing he wants is for people to see you as a something to capitalize on to get to him. that being said, going all day without what he longs for is hard. so the sweet, sugar-coated kiss can't surprise you too much, he's been staring at your lips, (at times, dragging his tongue over his own as if trying to recall what the feel of you is like) all day, eyes almost burning with their intensity.
or sweet kisses. repetitive ones, ones fit for goodbyes and "hello, how was your day"s. kisses that are supposed to be reminiscent of the very first one you shared, short and to the point, a delicate proclamation of love. but one just doesn't suffice. staccato kisses that end with your face in his ungloved hands, and his, along with his heart, in your very palms. you are his untouchable treasure— once aventurine has you he cannot get enough u_u)
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mxthtea · 6 months
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"he's so cunty" that's just how cowboys are
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sky-is-the-limit · 1 year
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Captain Price is Lana Del Rey coded and Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick is Chase Atlantic coded.
In conclusion: they both know how to fuck and damn well.
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keicordelle · 8 months
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I may not write for hsr but I will always be a Sampo simp at heart
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skies04 · 4 months
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I wanna kidnap you when you’re walking home all alone. Tie you up with rope and throw you in the back of my car.
You’ll wake up many many hours later, tied to my bed and feeling all weird and sore in between your legs. Slowly you’ll understand, when I walk back in with my cock fully erect for you, that the warmth between your legs is the first of many, many loads I’m gonna force into your sweet little cunnie.
I’ll slap your face with my thick cock and tell you ‘feeding time’ as I force my cock into your mouth. I’ll hold your hair and you’ll cry around my cock as it violates your throat. I moan as I feel your tongue and throat is so warm and wet for me and I tell you that I’m sorry that I had to abduct you but you just looked so sexy. So slutty. Your little body was too tempting not to pick up and abduct.
I’ll keep forcing my cock into your throat and your tears will mix with your mascara, making you an absolute mess. I’ll slap your face with my hand while you suck my dick and then I’ll pull out of your mouth and rub that spit and drool all over your face. I’ll make sure you look like a fucking mess and I’ll lean in and say ‘that’s what a good dirty fucktoy looks like…’
I take off your clothes as you struggle, uselessly, against me & keep trying to push me off. So I slap you really hard on the side of your head and tell you to stop resisting or I’ll get really angry this time. There’s a bark to my voice that makes your little cunt start to leak and I notice it, mocking you for being such a filthy slut who loves pain. I slap you hard again and tell you that I’m sorry but you’ll never know freedom again, you’re now my cocksocket forever. Once I strip you down completely, I push your legs back and slap my cock on your cunt, it’s gushing wet from all the abuse but you whimper ‘no, please don’t… please stop I beg of you please…’ but I don’t listen. I slap my cock on your entrance once more and thrust into you and your dumb mouth betrays you, as you moan loud when I slam into you all the way. I choke you until you can barely breathe as I keep ramming into your dumb cunt, whispering about how you had to be such a tease, had to get me all worked up and want to put you in your place and abuse and use you.
So that’s exactly what I’m doing now, I’m using your holes and abusing you and you’re moaning for it. Look at you, enjoying being helpless. I could untie your restraints and you wouldn’t even dare to resist or run would you? Because you have always wanted this. You’ve always wanted to be kidnapped and taken by an older man. Here I am, you little slut. The man of your dirty wet dreams, forcefully fucking you. Feeling your cunt clench and unclench on my thick cock I know you’re gonna cum soon.
So cum, cum all over this thick cock. Lose your mind and your fake sense of entitlement. You are now nothing but a toy. Someone to take load after hot load of cum and live with me forever. You’ll never know freedom again, you’ll never want to hang with your family or friends again. I’ll let you go from here and you might attend school and graduate, but every day, you will come back to me. To cum for me. To cum on my cock like my good little cocksocket. Like a dumb little cock starved fuckpet. That’s because you know where you belong. You belong in service to a man who knows how to use and abuse you.
You’re just a set of holes to be filled, and nothing else. Another good girl broken by my cock. Another good girl, lost to her fantasies of an older man. Another good girl, used and ripped apart. Another good girl, cumming on her abuser’s thick cock as he pushes his load deep into your cunt, flooding you with his swimmers.
-when annons soo good i can't help myself but admire it, thank you so much for the story😊
But i can't help myself from getting my filthy cunnie all wet while i imagine My Daddy doing all this to me, maybe even touch my tight little cunnie for Daddy, for Master, for YOU
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dizzybizz · 6 months
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magma doods from the past few days bc its basically all i have been able to get done
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uhm i dont think i ever posted these from a few months ago
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a bonus bc im right:
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officialrailscales · 2 months
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Coyote + OD Green + Fifty Shades of FDE 🎨
RSB/M | Terra Bronze
QTR Stop | Terra Bronze
HTP Solo’s | FDE | Dragon Texture | 1-Slot
HTP Solo’s | OD Green | Dragon Texture | 1-Slot
HTP Solo’s | OD Green | Dragon Texture | 1.5-Slot
QDX Sling Mount | Terra Bronze
MCX CSMR Button | Terra Bronze
- RS
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doveboycreature · 2 months
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I wanna get to the point where I like don’t really get horny much in a physical way but I enjoy sex anyway for like the physical sensation but primarily like as a way to please my partner. Sort of in a free use kind of way, but not really in an any time any place sort of way. I want it to simply to not be a factor whether I want it or not. If they want to give me an orgasm, it’s only because they want to see how i react. Maybe some days they‘re angry or annoyed about something else, overwhelmed and wanting quiet, coming home and throwing me on the bed without a word, hitting me when I whimper or cry out. Maybe some days they don’t want sex, they just want to beat me and leave me bloody on the floor. Whatever it is, I‘ll take it. I like the attention, I need their approval. I live for the crumbs of affection in between all the pain, they days where they actually do want to touch me gently. It gives me something to work for, learning the game of predicting their moods and anticipating their needs so I can stay useful. And im not afraid, im really not, because i know despite everything, they still love me. I think.
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