#themanity

[dailyhmsw]

you don’t have to answer this but was curious on what your yt channel pfp was?? looks like a funky fellow

AH you must be referring to my goopy guy! one of my many little fellows, yes. there are quite a few just like him!

doodle of him for funsies since i havent drawn him in a while. his name is hindsight!! C: he's an armadillo

[girlwithlionmane]

My forever valentine ❤️💌🐇 happy 5th birthday, Cameron Frye!

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

That random choice in Gryffindor Celebration TLSQ

I Find the third choice of the game so random... but definitely jeni as a romantic would say at that situation 🤣. As always, Ben unconsciously brushes off jeni's feelings... again. The two gryffindor girls at the back was from charms class that the mc help, they were kind and sweet girls to mc that its hard for me to forget so i gotta include them here at least. Also there was a ben and ismelda moment in this tlsq, and here I am thinking there would be a sweet moment of the two. But it ended up ben blackmailing ismelda for being stubborn but the mc stopped ben. Like wth was that, i thought they would enhance the two's relationship that they randomly started but they didn't??? Im disappointed again.

aight, thats all the thought i got from this tlsq, sayonara~🫶

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

yeh i am mentally asigning the fnaf cast bugsonas now cus oooh what if they were little guys :]

Bill is a Long-Nosed Weevil cus like... look at them. They're also pretty common in the UK and they can infest stored foods and rot them- just like Bill does with people's lives!

Henry is a Mole Cricket cus crickets construct things and Mole Crickets have those strong front legs for digging. They're also pretty bulky. Crickets also sing and so does Henry :]

Mikey is a Roly Poly cus there's that parasite that can attack them and also they eat dead things. Mikey's whole deal is his closeness to death and him cleaning up after his dad so. Also Mikey would roll up into a ball like that if he could.

Paul's a standard Worker Ant. A cog in the capitalist machine. The poor guy.

I think Jerry's some kinda Nomad Bee. Easily mistaken for a wasp and solitary. Very bright and kinda shaped funny. Endearing little guys.

[thathaarts]

[loonyunicornn]

The Man | Part 4

I pull myself up from my bed in caution, I was late, I had overslept like an inattentive deer. I must make haste quietly, the trees are filled with alarm as they usher me to use them as cover as I climb into the water. I stand up trying to make myself not seen, long ago the trees made this point to me. You mustn't let them see you. They chimed, though they did not let me know as to why I listened, curiosity would be the death of a lesser being, not I. That would not be my story. I stepped through the snow as it covered my hooves, I stepped off my little island out from under the willow as a breeze ripped through the land, Man’s scent rippled through the air, finally the deer would awake. I would hear the starting of their hearts as the older few warned the others of Man's presence. I stepped off the island into the underbrush not daring to make a sound, the only sound to be heard was the slow and silent dip as my first hoove dove into the water, freezing all around my body. I was not made for this, not made to hide in the liquid, the water was for drinking. 

The Man claimed the water was dirty, but they made it that way. They claim the trees and wildlife made the water dirty, they made it brown and cold, undrinkable, but they did. The Man came and poisoned the water, like they did everything else. Their simple presence was anything but simple, they took away the sky, they took away the life, they took away the magic of the world. I to this day wonder what was beyond the fields, I glanced out not many months ago onto the field, in cover of the trees, in the distance I could hear rolling and screeching of something large and deadly. It scared me. I was rarely scared anymore, Man had scared me once before the day they broke into the world taking the lives of those first fallen deer, but never again. I would not let them hold fear over me. I was not scared of the fleshly beings, I was displeased and angry with them, anger was something rare for my kind I was told. The fact I was able to hold it in my heart was a mere miracle. It did not feel like a miracle, it felt like a boulder which I carried everywhere, it felt like an unshakable cold. The world carried anger, the world had an unshakable cold, the earth used to speak to all living things. But Man killed her too. Maybe she was alive somewhere deep underneath the surface, sometimes I would hear a mighty breath, a feeble attempt to get Man out and off of her, he did not belong.

[caw4brandon]

- 29 September 2023: Happy Birthday Jeniferl -

"so, what's up?" Jeniferl asked the brunette. "well, I know I'm a little late but. Happy Birthday~ " Sadie said as she pulled out the yellow box, adorned with a ribbon of royal blue. As she reached out to hold the gift.

Jeniferl felt a warm sensation on the top of her head. Like as if her hair was burning but she felt no pain. She noticed that there is a neon green crown hovering on top of Sadie's head. she reached out and touched the top, feeling the mold of the crown. It was warm, like a little heartbeat.

@hphm-jeniferltheman happy belated birthday~ I rushed this out as fast as I could and I've finally made it! She's a talented artist with an expanding world and she has a good sense of humor.

To Jeniferl: Your birthday is something worth celebrating regardless of the curse that looms over you. Curses do not define who we are but it's what we do now that matters most. We wish you happiness, through rain or shine. Always...

Thanks for Reading

- Caw4B -

[missperfectlyfiine]

Missing the eras tour…

[ambreignsfan4life]

Becky Lynch

You voted her as your most beloved WWE Female so here is a little appreciation post for The Man Becky Lynch ❤️

[thewordinvention]

Y'know what I find funny? Sometimes I see people confused about Edd "Fast Eddie" Theman from Morrowind's name. Saying it doesn't sound very Dunmer due to Ed just bein' a name in our world or how the last name is literally 'The Man'.

Thing is, while 'Edd' doesn't appear elsewhere as a name, there's a last name 'Ledd' and many Dunmer names feature 'ed', even two Dunmer in Morrowind named Edras and Edril. Y'could say Edd is from the same origin for Dunmer as these two names.

Theman is even easier to justify, 'the' and 'man' appear all over Dunmer names.

But, even if that wasn't true, here's the funny thing about making up names for fantasy characters: You can do whatever y'want.

Someone wanted to name a character Fast Eddie and decided that his real name would be Edd Theman. So, even if it doesn't sound very 'Dunmer' to you, by the nature of being the name of a Dunmer in the game is Dunmer.

Personally, I think they shoulda included more Edds in later games. Even more Edds who go by Eddie. Because I think that'd be fun.

[quietfervour]

16

In dreams everything is perfect. Breath is fresh and kisses delicious. Tongues taste and lips read need. Bodies are lithe and confident, with smooth skin and hair where it’s wanted. Sheets are soft and cool, never tangling or causing a pause. Foreplay is faultless, with arousal flowing with ease. Erections are the desired size and stay hard for the perfect amount of time. Wetness arrives without effort and flows consistently, never losing momentum or stolen by distraction. Orgasms happen at the perfect moment - synchronised and satisfying. The afterglow is shared, comfortable and calm.

In dreams is where I see you.

Copyright 2024 @quietfervour/quietfervourwrites

[girlwithlionmane]

Maternity photos 🧡🔥

[mafiosaseries]

💜Rhea Ripley & Becky Lynch ❤️

[loonyunicornn]

The Man | Part 6

In an instant, a single bang rings out. It tears through the sky and makes me flinch, opening my eyes. The dark pool of murky liquid with the sun now risen flinches with me. A deer has fallen, this time it was an elder. With his head of horns so ferocious and mighty, for this death the Man cheers. I know what is to come, but it breaks me to think. I lift my head to the surface of the water, which I have drifted far below, I look to the sun. why?

The Man clobber to the deer which lay dead on the valley floor, he was a father to many. They say a prayer to the thing, soulless and gone, if only he were alive to hear it. They begin to take off an article of clothing that surrounds their opposable thumbs, as they get weapons out of their bags, as if they have not done enough. I hear the other Man in the forest sigh, they always do that after a bang. In jealousy of not catching the deer himself. I begin to hear the ripping. The ripping of man cutting open the deer, gutting his stomach. I grimace as the organs pool out, onto the soft snow. This is the circle of life. I remind myself, kill or be killed. I never want to kill, I will never subject my sacred body to the torment of being a murderer. I hear the organs pool onto the ground as the cutting goes on. I rock my body side to side to comfort myself. How am I so sensitive to the killings just as the first? Any living thing would be used to it by now, a formality, the token of existing. Why not I?