BTD & TPOF Masterlist
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📹 Strade (BTD)
Untitled (NSFW) (noncon)
Oops, you accidentally called him Daddy (NSFW) (noncon)
“You can’t handle a little pressure?”
🌿 Lawrence Oleander (BTD 2)
First Time (NSFW)
Prey Animal
🦂 Derek Goffard (TPOF)
Compliant (NSFW)
🦌 Mason Heiral (TPOF)
Gone Soft
🦎🐉 Komodo & Dragon (TPOF)
Sensory Overload (NSFW)
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Trying to draw Lichrence from memory at 3am instead of sleeping
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alr tumblr still hasn't given me poll rights but I still feel like I need to ask the lawrence fuckers this:
if you had to pick between the two, lichrence or normal lawrence?
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Seeing people's Light-up pen hauls is interesting. It really feels like some people arrange them like it's a summoning circle or something. With the shiny light-up one in the middle.
If Lichrence gets summoned I don't think our swamps will ever be safe again.
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It's him.. bitchrence....
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I'm dying.
Dead.
But I've never been so alive.
@candieshound
I drew this because of your Lawrence fanfiction. They are boyfriends.
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Finally finished Mason’s route and oh my god?? Cannot stop thinking about Lichrence. He’s perfect. I want him to hold me under the water and eat me out with that long blue tongue until I drown!!! I wanna feel his bony fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me deeper and deeper so that he can keep my body forever. I love him so much
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A running faucet and scared pacing around a dimly lit, locked bathroom. A ringing phone, blaring all for a simple second of attention.
Do you notice the new, angered pounding upon the door? He is in the house with you. Whatever he is.
Screams loud enough to wake and annoy neighbors. Loud calls of a name you were given upon -----.
A quick glance within a medicine cabinet. Removal of a jar from said cabinet. A drink off a bottle named 'NUMB' A faucet turning off.
Quick steps into a water filled tub. Trembling hand gripping a knife. It doesn't hurt anymore when it makes deep contact in skin, in veins.
Do you realize you cannot die? Maybe you do not, not yet. You soon will.
You wished once to be like him. Rotting away.
You wished once for an eternity. You still wish for this. This is all apart of a process.
Closed eyes show a nightmare you had last night. A black swamp replacing an all familiar picnic spot of yours. A smell of rot hits your nose as your feet touch ground that's seconds away from caving in.
A river monster. He's a wanderer, just like you. He looks familiar, his voice sounds familiar. Like an old memory from your childhood, one you haven't heard for so, so long.
You realize, this isn't a nightmare at all. This is real life. You are not in a bathroom. You are not dead. Shaking your head, you only ask a simple question upon discovering this.
"Who are you?"
You do not remember this man. You do not know what he is. You do not know where you are, other than you are far, far away from home.
The monster only responds with another question.
"Do you remember being born?"
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thinks about the lichrence art gato made with his long gooey tongue *kicks legs and twirls hair*
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