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#thanks for the ask <3
cod-dump · 10 hours
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"And Ghost, unfortunately for him and fortunate for Graves, was a sucker for a well made hoodie."
Now I'm picturing Ghost with a wardrobe full of comfort hoodies. Everyone thinks he just wears the same one day in day out but he actually has 12 near-identical black ones.
Cold-weather hoodie: fleecy lining, fits comfortably under a jacket without bunching up
Warm-weather hoodie: thinner fabric, front zipper can be left open for extra ventilation
Workout hoodie: ripped the sleeves off
Errands hoodie: slightly longer sleeves that he can pull down over his hands to keep the bags from cutting into his fingers
Going out hoodie: deep hood to shadow his face
Game day hoodie: Manchester United logo on the front
"Formal: hoodie: truest black, no rips holes or stains
Weapons maintenance hoodie: so many gun oil stains
Stole-from-Soap hoodie: tight, sleeves slightly too short
Lounging hoodie: loose fit, nice deep pockets for the hands
Bad day hoodie: softest and most comfortable hoodie, sleeve cuffs and hood strings are frayed from picking at them
Stolen-by-Soap hoodie: give it back you Scottish bastard
~@slashhinginghasher
Those are just the black hoodies, he also has some in a multitude of colors, all gifted to him. It’s obvious which ones that have a nice, tolerable texture from how often he wears them. Not to mention the hoodies he’s stolen from everyone on 141. He's stolen from Price (brown, army green), Gaz (a bit too small, blue and some light greens). Ghost would steal one from Laswell too but it wouldn't be possible... Which is why he has taken toboggans from her.
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joltrify · 13 days
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I'd kill for more ben 10 alien disabilities <3 i think pesky dust would look great in your style.
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She's Watermelon Flavored~
(I threw in the Orthopeterran dev. sketch I made before I conceptualized the disability aid for the girlie since I didn't want it to go to waste ;w;)
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scrambledlikeeggs · 3 months
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Could we get a vex JoeHills for the ask game?
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Ofc! My vex traits are ones I very rarely show off so very happy to draw this! + his dog catching beach because i've been watching season 7
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skywlker-sluvtt · 11 months
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omgomg so my brain is so dead rn but anyway ok ok it might be weird??
but i love the idea of being with anakin and you’re so new to sex and know nothing but yk the basic idea but he teaches you everything and basically ruins your innocence but only because he loves you so much that he wants you to be his in every way
i could literally share all my horni thoughts with you it’s so fun
IT'S SO HOT
i have to admit i am also guilty of this certain thought and it would be delicious with anakin. especially if it was um...master ani x padawan. IN A COMPLETELY LEGAL WAY OBVIOUSLY!!!!
he'd be so into slowly corrupting you in small ways because he gets some slightly perverted kick out of it. anakin loves how nervous you are when he sees you naked. and when you slowly spread your legs for him the first time and you blush profusely and he LOVES IT.
i like to think he'd take it super slow to get you more comfortable because he notices your innocence slipping away. he starts slowly by just going down on you n watching you squirm from how good he feels. then he'd wait for you to absolutely beg him for more until he takes your virginity.
and if you were also a pretty inexperienced kisser he'd teach you how to kiss with tongue and makes you suck on his tongue n shit for fun. you feel so dirty and anakin loves making you feel like that. corrupting your sweet mind with his gross mouth. brooo and he'd kiss you on the cheek or forehead with tongue all sloppy and stuff to the point you'd wipe it off all embarrassed he did that in public and he'd have some weird sense of pride making you get flushed in front of others.
anakin would also be drooling if you wore some pretty lingerie during it because he'd have some weird fascination with you looking like a pretty angel while he steals your purity making you forever his. making sure you have that deep connection with him, a bond no one will ever break. he doesn't like to imagine you with another partner so he wants to be your first and last.
and and and!!! the first time you suck his dick he's going FERALLL. like he's grunting and trying to hold back watching your pretty eyes look up and him desperate for praise and approval. IT'S SO GODDAMN SEXY. then he'd wipe your mouth with his thumb and cal you some adorable nickname like 'bunny' or 'angel' etc to affirm how pure you really are to him. "your mouth feels incredible on my cock bunny” “i think you deserve a treat my little angel" while he wipes and cleans your face from his load.
then eventually he'd introduce you to some kinky shit that you LOVE. imagine him wanting to tie you up or something and your SO nervous at first and he's obsessed with how big your eyes are and your pupils are huge watching every move it makes with curiosity. he just wants to fucking ruin you and keep you to himself 😈
THATS ENOUGH NOW! IM SORRY
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gomzdrawfr · 8 months
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hi hello sorry for blowing up your inbox lately (you have such a good artstyle i love it so much) but a few months ago my partner and i played a game of gartic phone. this was my favorite result of that:
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i think it would be really funny if you drew it in your style cause both my partner are crap at drawing (only if you want to though)
Hiii Tabster, good to see you again <3
((I had to take a breather after laughing at this for a very long time)) but I hope I did your friend's doodle's justice!! (should invite me sometimes, sounds fun ;3)
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FOR THE QUEEN
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chapel-of-rizztual · 5 months
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little dew? 🙏🙏
cw: age regression, regressed ghouls.
Dew’s off the bus and in Aether’s arms before the bus even came to a stop. He runs straight into him, knowing Aether will catch him, he always does. He jumps into him, wrapping his legs around Aether’s hips and rubs his cheek against Aether’s, a purr already rumbling Through his chest. 
“Missed me, firefly?” Aether hums, rubbing his cheek against Dew’s.
“No.” Dew buries his face into Aether’s neck, nosing along his scent gland, inhaling the rich, sweet plum-like scent he’s missed so much. 
Aether smiles at him, running a hand through Dew’s hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers like water. 
“I missed you too.” He presses a kiss to the side of Dew’s head. “So much, you have no idea.”
Dew feels the edges of his mind start to go fuzzy, the feeling of being safe back in Aether’s arms and the sweet comforting scent of him clouded his brain. 
He pulls away from Aether’s neck.  “A-aeth..!” His voice is slow and thick, a look of panic crosses over his face. 
Aether knows that voice, know that slight wobble and the look on his face. 
“Oh, my baby.” He runs his fingers through Dew’s  hair again. “Are you dropping already?” 
He’d expected Dew to drop at some point during their reunion, although he’d thought it would have happened a little later in the day, but he can’t complain about it, anytime he got to spend with Dew he’ll treasure. 
“I don’t-I’m sorry, Aeth. I ruined it, I’m sorry.” There are tears already welling in his eyes. 
Aether holds Dew closer to him, guiding Dew’s head so it’s resting on his shoulder.  “Oh, babyboy. You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.” 
Dew sniffles into his shoulder.  “But-but I wanted- we could-we.” His words start to slur the longer he goes on. 
Aether turns and heads towards the ghouls den, towards his room. 
“Don’t you worry about that, my darling. You just do what you need to do, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” 
Dew hums, all fight drained from his body as he allows that fuzzy feeling to take over his brain. He lets Aether carry him through the abbey, clinging to him as he slips his thumb into his mouth. 
“That’s it, there we go.” Aether kisses the top of his head. “I think there’s a pacifier and a blankie of yours hidden in my room somewhere.” 
“B-blankie?” Dew mumbles around his thumb.
“Yeah that’s right, baby. We’ll get you nice a wrapped up. Nice a snuggly.” 
Dew hums, playing with Aether’s hair, twisting a few stands of hair around his finger. 
Aether makes it back to his room fast and lays Dew down gently on his bed. Dew gives a little wiggle, getting comfy in Aether’s bed sheets. 
Aether rummages around in the bottom of his closet looking for Dew’s collection of little things. He finds the box easily, exactly where he left it last time before Dew went off on tour, and pulls out the things he’ll need. He grimaces a little as he pulls out the blanket, blue with multicoloured fish all over it. That wasn’t Dew’s blanket. 
He hold up the blanket for Dew to see.  “Okay, so, it might not be your blankie but I’m sure Rain won’t mind you using his.” 
Dew eyes it suspiciously before breaking out into a smile around his thumb and making grabby hands towards the blanket. 
“Rainy.” He mumbled.
“Yeah that’s right, it’s Rains.”  Aether feels relief wash over him that Dew didn’t kick off and throw a tantrum over it not being his blanket. He’s very particular with his blankets. 
Aether carefully pulls the clothes Dew has been travelling in off and replaces them with a soft fleece hoodie of his -one without a hood because Dew hates the feeling it touching the back of his neck- and some pyjama pants that once belong to Cumulus. They’re a little big on Dew, but they’re his favourite. 
“Okay, ready to get all wrapped up? Get nice and snuggly in your blankie.” 
Dew doesn’t respond, just suck at his thumb, looking up at Aether with big eyes.
Aether quickly wraps Dew up in the Blanket, pulling his thumb from his mouth and replacing it with his pacifier. He can tell Dew is fighting regressing further, he can see the fight in his eyes and hopes that getting him feeling safe and secure will get him to let go fully. 
Once he has Dew fully swaddled and secure he picks him up so he can sit down on his bed where Dew was just laying. He cradles Dew close to him, making sure to support his head on his arm. Dew let’s out a sigh before the tiniest little purr starts to rumble through his chest, kneading biscuits into the inside of the blanket. 
At some point Dew must have fallen asleep because the next thing he remembers is waking up still in Aether’s arms. His head is still fuzzy, if not even fuzzier now. He lets out a little whine, rubbing his cheeks against Aether’s chest. 
“Oh, hi sleepy boy.” Aether coos down at him, brushing some stray hairs from his face. Dew sucks on the pacifier that’s still in his mouth, looking up at Aether with still sleep heavy eyes. 
“Did you have a good sleep, baby? Was that what you needed, hmm?” Aether knows that Dew won’t respond to him, he’s too little for words right now, but not talking to the little ghoul felt wrong. 
Dew blinks you at him and stifles a yawn around his pacifier, leaning to rest his head back on Aether’s chest. 
Aether chuckles at him, running his thumb on Dew’s chin, wiping away some of the drool that had spilled from Dew’s mouth. 
“Oh yeah, that was a good nap, hmm. You were knocked out for nearly two hours, baby.” 
As expected Dew doesn’t say anything, the only sound coming from him is the sound of him sucking on the pacifier. 
Aether presses a kiss to Dew cheek making the smaller ghoul go crosseyed as he tried to look at Aether when he’s so close to his face. 
“I missed this so much, you know? I missed you so much.” He kisses his cheek again. “My bed feels too big and too cold without my little spitfire taking up all the space and keeping me warm.” 
Aether sends a quick text off the Mountain, the ding of the notification he gets back immediately makes Dew jump.  “Oh, was that too loud for you, babyboy? I’m sorry darling.” 
He flicks his phone on silent, just incase anyone else messages him.  “When you’re big again you can tell me all about your, I can’t wait to hear all your stories.” 
Aether wipes more drool from Dew’s chin, wiping it into his own shirt. “I know you got up to all kinds of mischief.” 
The door to Aether’s bedroom opens and Mountain shyly ducks his way into the room holding a bottle filled with warm milk. 
“Look what Mountain got for you, baby.” Aether gives Dew a gentle nudge and his unfocused eyes skim around the room, setting on Mountain.
Mountain smiles sweetly at him as he takes a seat next to Aether on his bed.  “Hi, little baba.” 
He passes the bottle to Aether who takes it from him and shakes it front of Dew.  “You want this, baby? Want to get your little belly nice and full?”
Mountain removes the pacifier from Dew’s mouth Making the smaller ghoul whine and cry out in destress. Mountain rubs at his cheek with his thumb.  “Oh, babyboy, there’s no need for that. Look what Aether has for you.” 
Dew cries out again, trying to chase Mountain’s thumb into his mouth. Aether taps the rubber nipple against Dew’s bottom lip letting a few drops of milk drip into his mouth. Dew squeaks, opening his mouth wider to allow the rubber into his mouth. 
“There we go, that’s  much better, hmm?” Aether coos him as Dew starts sucking and drinking the milk down. 
Mountain rubs at Dew’s belly through the blanket. “That tasty, little one? I put some honey in it for you, I know you like it a little sweeter.”  Dew sighs out of his nose, letting out a contented hum. 
“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Drink it all down, get your belly all warm and full.” 
Aether tips the bottle back a little further allowing Dew to suckle a little easier. 
Dew hums again, purring in between swallows. He gets just over halfway through before he can feel his eyes dropping, the feeling of his belly getting fuller and fuller with each passing second making his eyes feel heavy. The quiet conversation Aether and Mountain are having over him comforts him even more, their hushed voices making the tiredness in his eyes feel even heavier. He falls back asleep just like that, still sucking at the half finished bottle in his mouth while Mountain and Aether coo and fuss over him. 
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starbylers · 2 months
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heyy can you elaborate why you don't think byler is getting into a relationship? got curious about it
Yes absolutely :) basically my perspective is that the story they are trying to tell in canon isn’t the story of Mike and Will actually dating and how that would be initiated or what it would look like, but moreso about the different obstacles they have to overcome as teenagers in the 80s to realise and act on their feelings. I do agree when people say a singular season is not enough to have Mleven break up and Byler be in a full blown relationship. (That didn’t even happen with St*ncy/Jancy in s2–Nancy and Jonathan didn’t officially date until the next season). I think the end point is Mike realising that the love he needs/wants has been right in front of him this whole time and in turn understanding a lot of things about who he is (i.e. Not Straight), and Will gaining the confidence to accept who he is and also accept that he deserves good things. Essentially both of them completing their rejecting conformity arcs, and the culmination of that story ending in them expressing their feelings/kissing etc. I think their future will be left a little open-ended but in an optimistic way. ‘Let’s start a new party, you and me’ type of thing. In my opinion Byler officially getting together/dating would need a whole spin off to do it justice, because to me that’s another story entirely (one I wish I could see, but that’s what fic and hcs are for haha).
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seiya-starsniper · 11 months
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(angst prompts) ❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜
TJ I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR THIS. I decided to continue the prompt from @valeriianz [Part 1 Here] to make it more angsty. But also kind of hopeful? Maybe???????
cw: major character death, memory loss
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“Will you give me a sweet dream before I go, old friend?” Hob asks.
Dream’s eyes widen, and he is sure the shock in them must be clear, because Hob startles a laugh.
“Yeah,” Hob coughs, and new blood spurts forth from his lips. “Been here long enough to figure out who you were. Why they wanted,” he hacks again, “you or your sister. I was never going to give you up.”
“I know,” Dream says. “But you must not - “
“I’ve lived a good life,” Hob interrupts him. “But I think it’s time. I’m just happy it was you who came for me, Dream of the Endless.”
“No,” Dream replies, voice trembling. “For you, you may simply call me Dream.”
“Dream,” Hob sighs, awash with a new wave of contentment. “I like that. Lovely name.”
“Thank you, my friend,” Dream says, before he steels himself for what he must do.
“I will give you the sweetest of dreams,” Dream says, trying and failing miserably to keep his voice steady. “Once you are there, you may call upon my sister, and…she will give you her gift.” 
“Sounds,” Hob stutters, “sounds good to me.”
It is little effort for Dream to call forth his sand and place Hob into a deep sleep. In the Dream, he recreates what might have been, in 1989, were Hob not captured, and Dream were a better friend. 
It is not long before he feels the presence of his sister.
“Dream,” Death says, her tone soft and kind. “You must let him go now.”
Dream clutches Hob’s body even tighter. 
“Please sister,” Dream pleads. “Do not take him from me yet.”
“You know that is not my choice to make,” Death replies. “It is his time, and he has made his choice.”
“Will you tell me what his choice it is?”
Death smiles sadly. “You know I cannot.”
Hob is running through a field of poppies, his beloved dog at his side. He has been running for some time, he thinks, and yet he is neither tired nor hungry. 
He stops when he feels himself being watched, and when he looks over his shoulder, his dog has padded over to a pale man dressed all in back. 
“Hello,” the man says, first to the dog, and then to Hob himself. 
“Hello!” Hob greets the stranger enthusiastically. “I - I’m sorry, have we met before? You look awfully familiar.”
“No,” the man answers, and Hob thinks he sounds a bit sad about that. Something lurches in Hob’s chest, and he thinks he should rectify the man’s sadness immediately.
“Well, you seem like a kind person, so I’d like to get to know you, if that’s all right,” Hob says, offering his hand out.
The man nods, and grasps Hob’s outstretched hand firmly.
“I am Dream,” the stranger says. “I am lord of all that inhabits the Dreaming. You…you passed in your sleep, Hob Gadling.”
 “You were offered a place to stay here, which you,” the man pauses, “which you accepted.”
Hobs’ eyes widen, and he lets go of Dream’s hand then falls to his knees. “My lord, forgive my impudence, my memories from when I was alive have fled me it seems.” He hopes he has not offended Dream. He does not want to be banished. He wants to stay, he wants-
“Rise, Hob," Dream says. "You may be subject to my realm but I - I was hoping that we…we may become friends.”
Hob scrambles up off his knees immediately, and before he can think any better of it, he tugs Dream into a bone crushing hug. He feels the dreamlord stiffen for just a moment, before his arms rise slowly to return the hug.
“I would like that very much, my lord,” Hob says when he withdraws from Dream.
“Please,” Dream replies. “You may just address me as Dream.”
“Dream,” Hob says. “That’s a lovely name.” Something complicated flashes across Dream’s expression, but it’s gone before Hob can examine it further.
“Thank you,” Dream answers, just the barest hint of a smile crossing his face. “Would you like a drink?”
A table with wine and cheese materializes itself next to where they’re standing, and Hob sits down eagerly. Dream follows shortly after, pouring out a glass for each of them. 
They sit, and then begin to talk.

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kaibacorpintern · 11 months
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On the topic of Atem vs modern concepts, what do you think his mental process would be like if he took over Yugi's body with at least some of his pharaoh memories in tact. Like imagine the only clothing you wore/knew of being tunics made of one(1) piece of fabric held together by a string and the next minute you find yourself in Yugi's outfit with 10 belts that don't really have a purpose
(sorry for the long ask)
you've activated my "i have an anthropology degree" trap card!!
in any culture, clothing (and the complexity of clothing) is used to signal power and prestige - so atem as a pharaoh is still likely to have clothing more complicated than tunics and belts, even though the technology of zippers and buckles and such might be totally different. like here's a dress that was almost definitely worn by a very wealthy/noble lady - your average ancient egyptian is 100% not able to afford the materials and labor of a dress like this:
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as pharaoh, atem is probably wearing things that are AT LEAST as valuable or complex in their design as this dress. and it's important to note that ancient peoples also wore things "that didn't have a purpose" - i.e. fancy belts and shawls and jewelry and etc. etc. etc. (their purpose being to signal power/wealth/prestige, while yuugi's 10 belts signal that he is a goth; sometimes you wear things just because you think they're cool. in other words, everything you wear is a signal of SOMETHING #indexicality)
so: i don't think atem would be THAT baffled by things like buckles or zippers (how they work or what they're for) but he might be absolutely mystified by how democratic clothing has become, in the sense that both billionaires and baristas can go around wearing jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts, and the power/prestige difference is signaled through quality of materials, brand, or craftmanship - which are often not obvious at first blush.
for example, if you judged him entirely on his clothing, mokuba doesn't look like the world's wealthiest middle schooler. and coming from new kingdom egypt, where peasants might walk around wearing their one simple shendyt and noblemen would be decked out in elaborate pleated kilts and sleeves with the highest-quality fine jewelry, this is what might register as truly strange to atem.
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rrat-king · 25 days
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Character ask game, 20, 21, 22 for Saint(?) Kristen Applebees
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
So my answer for this was Riz or Fig before junior year and it has only been solidified since then with them as secret service and campaign manager (if you want to read the most glorious fic of the three of them read Luxury Lads by @gilears), though i will say she is more friends with everyone than she is closer with one particular person which i kinda attribute to Tracker and their relationship esp in sophmore year being priority.
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
i love writing kristen esp writing about her in mordred and how she fits in there when she doesn't necessarily have a parent there looking out for her and like the transition between living one way her whole life and then all of a sudden having to adapt and change in a new space and unlearning the harmful stuff she's been taught. something i don't like... i have a hard time letting kristen be happy if i'm being real like i can't not torture her
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
i love love love when people write about kristen's religous stuff and her family. as someone who wasn't raised religous i sometimes have a hard time writing it myself so i love seeing people's interpretations. as for somehting i don't like, i don't a have a lot to say just cuz like, kristen is one of the least written about bad kids so i just love anything written about her cuz i love her so much.
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brutaliakhoa · 11 days
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what would you recommend for an Opera Virgin... and are there any Chinese Operas you'd recommend... I feel like a poser (<- was in a pit orchestra but has very limited theatrical/performing arts knowledge)
im not the expert in european opera or chinese opera by any means!! so here are just some basic picks:
there are so many regional genres of chinese opera and peking opera just happens to be the most well-known one (the style of makeup, costuming, melodic motifs, and performance/oratory style varies depending on the tradition each performer hails from!). two of my favorite segments are here and here. a good place to start is definitely find songs/story excerpts from this playlist (all peking opera performances ever televised since the start of mid-autumn festival gala and lunar new year gala) and finding the full opera online
giuseppe verdi's la traviata and macbeth (my favorite version where the entire theater was a pit the actors had to fall into and climb out of got taken down by youtube because i couldn't find it :(( but this version is also good though it only has italian subtitles) were my introductions personally! and a recent favorite has been gounod's faust, and this version has incredible set design as well as singers with very very clean voices
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cod-dump · 2 days
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When Price did kill Shepherd, do you think he told Laswell what he planned to do? Did he tell anyone what his plans were?
Because I feel like it was something he kept to himself, holding his cards as tightly to his chest as humanly possible. The man lives his life like a game of poker, he doesn’t trust anyone, even those on his side.
He plays his own game and everyone else needs to learn the rules while playing, even if the rules are constantly changing and no one knows when.
I genuinely believe that killing Shepherd was on impulse. He planned it, but it definitely wasn’t something he saw himself doing until last minute. He told no one but everyone who knew him felt like he was going to do something. No one knew what he had planned until after the fact. It was impulsive and he was dead set on not letting anyone talk him out of it.
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subdee · 4 months
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I saw the previous question you were asked about the ending D of hxh. Along those same lines, I wanted to ask you, do you think killugon will continue to be “something” in hxh? By something I mean that I thought that Killugon was something subtextual in hxh but done on purpose, and that the ending was going to be them being "canon" but in a subtextual way like "we will be together forever" or something like that, do you think that killugon will continue to be “something” or Togashi never saw them in that way? thank you for your answer. I really enjoy your hxh takes.
Hi anon, thanks so much for this ask!
I think the Killugon subtext is on purpose, as you said, 1) because Togashi is an intentional writer, and 2) there's just SO much subtext, it would be hard to have written it that way accidentally. There's tons and tons of posts on Tumblr about this, I'll try to find a few when I get home. I know @hunterxhell and @telehxhtrash have written a few posts about it and I have a few at the link:
Whether Togashi will continue to keep them together - even subtextually - I don't know. He does write shippy subtext often, sometimes even becoming quasi-canon like Illumi's murder-engagement to Hisoka. And when they part at the world tree, they say it's "for now" and Alluka says she'll "give Killua back" to Gon after she's monopolized him for a while.
Then again, YYH had the shippy subtext, too, but Yusuke still got married to Keiko in the end...
I don't expect them to **officially** end up together, unless something really changes at Weekly Shounen Jump between now and when HxH ends. There's a reason his pitch for a baseball(?) manga about gay and trans characters was rejected in the 90s.
Personally, I'd want to see "something" in the ending... Or honestly more than something... Like they are "partners" in a business venture but maybe another kind of partner too, you know? Unstated but we'd all know what it means. That kind of thing. As close to officially together as you can get without bringing down the wrath of the editors / close-minded fans. HxH is often ambiguous so something where they're ambiguously together would be right in line with how the manga is. I think it's equally likely they'd end up with other people though - the first love you lost before you realized what it was.
But I'm not a fan of this "Gon is with Noko but he really loves Killua" stuff because like I said in the other ask, it just makes me feel bad for Noko!
So there's your answer, and sorry it took me a few days! Baby life, you know.
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scrambledlikeeggs · 6 months
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Aah the hermit hybrids are so cute!! I’m a big possum hybrid Pearl fan if you wanted to give that one a shot!!
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I know I drew her in her season 9 skin but this is giving season 8 Pearl to a T. This might now be my go to when drawing hermitcraft Pearl
very very fun, AAHAHAH I actually love this so much thanks for the request, it was much appreciated!
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skywlker-sluvtt · 11 months
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Anakin really has the best tits, he would greatly benefit from having someone play with them. I think he'd have really sensitive nipples and would whimper if they were pinched or just touched
he needs his tits played with and i'd like to be the one to do it :) you've inspired me to write a baby fic about anakins bewbies
"Take your top off" You whispered pushing Anakin's shirt up desperately grabbing at his torso. He nodded pulling the fabric over his head and throwing it across the room. For a second you admired his body before continuing your kisses. With a small grin, you returned your tongue to his mouth while Anakin quickly pulled you in closer by your hair.
Anakin's breath was hot against your lips clouding your vision with lust and desire to fuck his brains out. You let him control your kisses and suck on your tongue while you ran your fingertips up his ribcage making him shiver. The thought of squeezing his tits seemed appealing so you squeezed what little fat he had on his pecs making him groan.
He pulled back in shock about how much he actually liked that. "C'mon Ani, 'm just feeling your tits" You teased now circling his areola. Then you pinched his nipple making him let out a whiney noise. "Can you play with them more?" He asked nervously. "Of course, I can pretty boy" You replied pushing him back onto your bed. "Does my baby like it when I play with his nipples?" You asked him. "Mhm," He nodded watching carefully as you leaned down to lick his sensitive chest. "Love these little tits" You smiled kissing his nipples.
His chest expanded as he took a deep breath desperate for more. "More" He whimpered. You were confused by his reaction the way he seemed so oddly excited for you to touch him like this. You licked his right nipple waiting for a reaction. His whines of pleasure were almost as loud as when you touched his cock. "Mhmm" He continued his long, breathy moans while you rolled his other nipple between your fingers. Anakin's entire chest tingled with need as his cock hardened beneath his boxers.
"Such pretty titties Ani" You whispered before delicately sucking just beneath his nipple leaving a purple mark. "Please baby" He whined bucking his hips silently begging for more. "Patience" You replied trying to focus on what was making him most needy. Finally, you sucked on his nipple swirling your tongue around his perky tit. "Ah-ah y-yeah" He sighed arching his back at the delicious stimulation.
You stifled a smile at how jagged his movements became. He continued grinding his hips into you desperate for release. Enjoying his relentlessly whiney state you dragged your teeth over Anakin's nipple one more time before he let out a high-pitched whimper and came in his briefs. His breathing became laboured as he pulled you off him. "Did you just cum?" You asked. "Mhm, felt so good" He replied. "You're such a little bitch" "No I'm not!"
IM SORRY I LOVE ANAKINS BOOBS
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