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Hello there,

I'm not sure if you do emergency requests but I'm in the need for some fluff/crack atm. (I just got my wisdom teeth pulled 😑)

How about Wolfie chasing one of those laser pointers around camp and generally just being a goofball. Like modern!reader just pulls one outta their bag and he goes full dog mode.

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🖤ANON!! ITS BEEN A WHILE :DD I do absolutely do emergency requests and I want to think you the best of rest days!! ALSO THIS IS THE CUTEST/FUNNIEST IDEA EVER!! I hope i can do it justice!

Edit: SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOINF BETTER!!

Twilight

The Chain had set up camp in a small, flowery clearing, allowing the group to relax in the comforting atmosphere. Everyone was scattered across the grassy field, some already sleeping while other kept themselves busy.

Idly digging around your tattered backpack, you found yourself utterly bored out of your bloody mind! Though the surrounding was a breath of fresh air considering the party's exasperating journey, the chaotic itch in your mind needed to be scratched.

Just as you're about to stop your fruitless search your fingers brush across a cold plastic cylinder. With furrowed eyebrows you pull the small object from your backpack.

The setting sun's rays glint against the metallic surface of a very familiar object. A breathless laugh pulls itself from your laughs as you look at the item.

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You weren't sure why or how you managed to bring a laser pointer with you into this strange adventure of yours, but considering the pure amusement you were getting out of it, it was totally worth it.

What amusement could you be getting from such a simple toy, you might ask.

The amusing sight of the ranch hand -who was in his wolfish form- slowly tracking the red dot with his beady eyes. He did not raise from his resting spot in the lush grass, either too lazy or too uninterested to inspect any farer. But the mere sight of his tiny eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to keep his focus on the dot had you quietly giggling.

And yet that chaotic itch had yet to be satisficed. Hunkering down, pressing yourself farer into your bedroll you steadied yourself as you dared to inch the shaky dot closer to the wolf's form.

Twilight-- Or Wolfie now-- Squinted at the approaching speck, letting a huff of air bellow past his jowls as a tried warning. A quiet 'boof' comes from the wolf, as if daring the light to come closer, making your shoulders shake in quiet mirth as you suddenly darted the dot closer. Startled, the wolf jumped from his laying position and onto his crouched paws, his snout pull back in a slight snarl, his quiet 'boof' turning into a tamed bark. Now that, that caught the attention of those littered around the make shift camp. Heads turned and tasks halted as curious eyes found the large wolf staring down a...Little red dot? Wild, being the curious lad he is, goes to step forward to investigate but is halted but the firm hand of the Captain.

Before the champion can question the Captain's ever growing smirk, Wolfie lets out another startled bark. Quickly looking back Wild finds the wolf with his paws cupped together, firmly placed on the dirt infront of him.

Wolfie, proud of the swift catch, lifts his paws from the dirt to inspect this dot, only to be met with the forest floor. Another boof puffs past his jaw as he sniffs the grass, digging around for a minute before pulling back with a tilted head. The clear confusion almost had you rolling. The pup had no idea the pure fuckery he was about to experience.

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Muffled chuckles filled the night air along side the loud, erratic barks from a very confused pup.

Bags and bedrolls have been throw astray from their original resting place, (much to the dismay of others) having been bulldozered by the rancher as nothing stopped the wolf's brash pace while he chased after the will- o- wisp of light.

The pup leaped and lunged after the ever infuriating light, tumbling over his own racing paws as he nipped at the air with growing frustration. Never have you seen the pup this focused on such a small goal, basically throwing himself around the clearing to catch this light!

Your itch was being scratched indeed. And yet, the fuckery was not yet up to your standards.

Barks of laughter caught your attention and from the corner of your eye you just catch the glimpse of a hunched over sailor. He stood allow in field, hands on his knees as he watched Wolfie with tears in his eyes. Bingo.

Suddenly the dot darted away from dancing around the spinning wolf, making it's slow but noticeable approach. As head strong as before, the wolf continues his quick chase after the spark with a bark.

Wind, poor poor Wind, didn't notice the giant wolf that barreled towards him. Still far too focused on trying to catch his breath, the young sailor doesn't catch the glimpse of a shiny red dot finding itself to his chest. Not even the worried call of the Captain can save him from his fate.

The wind is knocked from the sailor's chest as the rocketing Wolfie TACKLES the poor kid to the ground. His legs kicking up into the air as the sudden weight of Wolfie lands on his small chest.

The camp falls silent for a moment before the wild and incoherent curses fall from the sailor's lips like a water fall. Then, and only then does the camp roar with laughter once more. Your laughter is among the loudest as you fall back into your bedroll, struggling to breath as you clutch your stomach.

You think you hear the frantic apologizes from the reverted rancher but your howling laughter muffles any other noise.

Itched was definitely scratched.

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Links VS Mr.Postman

I made this comic because of the idea: who is the fastest runner between Mr. Postman versus Link who wears Pegasus boots versus Wolfie. Maybe I'm still wrong because I haven't played all the Zelda games and don't know all the equipment from the original game.

Also, I don't know how to bet or the rules. I added a bet just to make The Chain lose their money.😄

I think he understands various Hylian languages. And he know where you are even if you don't stay in your house. Don't underestimate the postman.

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GRUMPY MAN CAN WEAR THIS?? 👀

LUV YOUR ART!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It seems that Time is about to become the model of the strangest t-shirts 😆 but I love this thing!

In reality he claims to be always angry, but it could actually be his face that is now stuck like this

Sorry for replying to your ask after so long but I hope you like the sketch!

Thanks for your ask! 💖

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the hate is ridiculous😭

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Oh! It's you...

i had a vision whilst half asleep one night and had to draw it

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i have now decided the twins are just really really tall. the tallest one is like 6'5" and the other one is 6'2"

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Giant Felix pewdiepie

Felix is a great father and giant , he has a son bjorn and a wife named martiza, he loves them,

Felix always wants to keep his family inside him to keep predators away from them,

When he was younger he accidentally ate martiza but funny enough that’s how they met, it was a complete accident , he apologized but instead of martiza being scared she only giggled telling him it was a fun trip, which confused him but fell in love with her right there,

Years go by they dated and got married and had a baby named bjorn, of course preds and other people didn’t approve of it but they didn’t care there love was all that matter same with there family,

“You want me to uh eat you with the baby with you?!, I-i don’t know” Felix says nervously as martiza told him she trusted him, so he eats both of them so they can nap and it felt nice having his family in his stomach, comfy and warm plus happy,

One time a giant tried to grab bjorn but Felix grabbed him and ate him gently “that is my son and your not getting near him” he was a feared predator to others so they backed off, he rubbed his stomach to calm bjorn down and when he gets home he spits up bjorn gently putting him in bed,

He loves his son and his wife, he’s not afraid to kill anyone for them..

#pewdiepie #pewdiepiegtfaclub #youtuber gt #gt community #markiplier #jacksepticeye #subscribe to pewdipie

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What if Marvin imprisoned Anti and he fought back-

This was just a excuse to test more brushes skmskakskk i still have a lot to learn :,D

Lapis Anti when-

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I CAN FINALLY POST AND TALK AB THE THING IVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR LIKE A MONTH LETS GOO

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What if there was a boy nurse Joy

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The Actor

A day in the life of a working predator actor.

content: fatal vore, implied digestion, willing prey, hunger, safe vore mentioned

The actor entered into their silver trailer and sat down on their faux leather couch (cruelty-free), lying back painfully, exhausted, looking up at the ceiling. That was a rough couple of hours. 

They had just finished the swallowing scene, the one the director wouldn’t budge on even though it was such a time sink, so much money and effort and agony for what, 2 seconds of footage that would actually be used in the final film? 

The actor’s stomach growled irritably. It had been fed, and then unfed so many times it was now beyond confusion and hunger. The pred rubbed their stomach soothingly. It didn’t know what was going on. The pred’s body was not designed for this type of tomfoolery. In the past, in ancient times, once they had prey, they got to keep it. There was no messing around with spitting it back up again, only to consume it once more five minutes later. 

The pred’s stomach had gotten all the signals that it was supposed to be digesting a big meal, and the fact that it wasn’t, meant that it was going to direct its energy; its anger, onto the pred. 

What the stomach didn’t know, the actor thought to themselves, was that doing this would ensure hundreds, if not thousands of prey in the future; the money they would make from this film could feed them for several lifetimes over. But this sort of thing was inconceivable to the simple animal that was the predator’s stomach. All it knew was that it had been robbed. It never thought of the distant future, only the current and terrible emptiness and hunger for more - anything. 

There was a metallic knock on the trailer door.

The actor straightened themselves up, “come in,”

Their personal assistant arrived on the threshold. 

“Don’t tell me I have to go back out there,” the actor groaned.

“I have some appetite suppressants.”

“You know those make me sick, besides, doesn’t that go against the point of it all.”

These gruelling hours were at least partially manufactured by the director’s desire to capture a genuine experience. They talked about it a lot, and it meant that they would force the pred to repeat the same scenes over and over until they grew exhausted and irritated and that would supposedly bring out their true predatory nature.

“Take three, I’ll tell them that this is your last round then you’re done for the day.”

“No, don’t tell them that, they’ll keep me out all night.”

“According to your contract, no. They’re only allowed one more hour with you today, and I’ll make sure they stick by it. I’ll have something waiting for you when you get home.”

“Prey?” the actor asked, barely concealing their excitement. 

Their assistant scoffed, slightly amused, “well yes.”

“Alright,” the pred laughed, stretching, “I’m just making sure you’re not throwing me a party or something. But going home to a nice, big prey… that sounds nice.”

“I’ll see you out there,” the assistant said evenly. 

“Right-o”

Knowing what they had in store back at home, the pred was able to breeze through the next hour, much to the behest of the director who was determined to see them break under the pressure. They wanted hunger, they wanted animalism, madness, and they got it, but the pred was only acting. And once they heard ‘cut’, the actor reverted back to their carefree selves. And they left exactly on the hour.

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After the uber ride and the elevator ride, the actor unlocked the door to their penthouse apartment with a metal swipe card. Inside there was someone waiting, they could smell before they could see

Under the pink LED lights in an otherwise dark apartment, their prey waited for them. But when they saw the pred, they looked surprised.

“Good evening,” the actor said

“It’s you!” Their prey gasped.

The actor grinned, a little confused. “It is me.”

Maybe the prey wasn’t told whose apartment they were going to? They didn’t know how this stuff worked - usually they just came in and ate the prey and nobody was surprised or asked questions or really said much at all. After all, it would be a bit strange to have a conversation with your doordasher. Or maybe the prey was more like the take-out that the delivery man provided. It would be even more strange to talk to your take-outs… which is exactly why the actor tended to avoid it.

“I’ve always wanted to be eaten by you,” the prey said.

“Really?” 

“Ever since I saw you in that old movie,”

Ah yes, the pred remembered their debut film. It was crazy, all the way back then. They had only just graduated highschool. It was a small project, they just happened to be one of the only preds that the director knew. 

The movie became considered the first film to show a predator consuming prey on screen. Technically there were others, but this is the one that people heard about. And it made the pred famous.

“Oh gosh, has it been ten years already?”

How interesting how that worked. Time, and knowing people. The prey had known about the actor for many, many years. They’d seen interviews and articles probably, they knew the pred as well as a friend might. And yet, the pred had never seen this prey before in their life. 

“Maybe this is fate,” the actor said, “or manifested destiny.”

The pred felt a strong squeezing in their middle. The hunger pangs were peaking. But they felt the need to entertain their fan for a little while longer. They were after all, deep down, a performer. 

“Sorry if I’m a bit off, I’ve had a terrible shooting experience. I’m not sure what they told you, but I was made to swallow and spit up prey for most of the day.”

The prey consoled them, sympathetic, but they couldn’t help but ask, “you’re making another movie?” The implication being, another movie where the actor would eat prey on screen. 

“Yes,” the pred said, “I suppose you won’t get to watch it… that’s a shame.”

The prey sighed. The pred grinned, “but that also means that it won’t matter if I break my NDA, would it? After all,” they lowered their voice subtly, “you’re going to be me soon anyway.”

The prey paled slightly. The pred moved gently but unyielding, taking their prey’s hand and putting it against their grumbling stomach. They began to describe the plot of the film to the prey, along with some insider knowledge about production that they were sure the prey was dying to know about. 

As they talked, they were also sizing the prey up, considering where they would like to lie down after they had finished eating. The actor’s feet were sore, they didn’t want to have to wander about with a full tummy. They slowly moved the prey towards the pit in the living room, a kind of sunken area that was like a circular couch with a large marble coffee table in the middle. 

Once they were ready to eat, they already knew exactly how they would do it. Despite the years in between, the pred remembered the stage directions of their debut film perfectly. 

They started by saying a few low words, a close up to the actors faces. Then the camera would pull back, so the audience could watch as the pred hoisted the prey up by both arms, then took them feet-first into their mouth. It watched the slow struggle, one long take (and they only made one take. The pred had to use all their focus to not fuck it up and look into the camera). Every gag, gulp and fidget of an inexperienced pred and an even more inexperienced prey. Although these days, the actor had plenty of experience. Especially after the day they had - their throat still burned from the repeated friction. 

The actor sighed in relief once their meal had settled. They were about to lie down, but then realised they were still in their work clothes. They supposed it was unavoidable, having to walk around with a full stomach. Strangely enough, they felt a burst of energy, a bit of adrenaline - a second wind after eating. They supposed their stomach was ready to let it go again, so it wasn’t about to get comfortable just yet. That was fine for the pred; they wanted to take a shower anyway. 

The shower was steamy and well-pressurised, the towels were heated and soft, the robe waiting for them was softer. The actor passed by a hamper that they forgot they had, and selected from it a small box of assorted chocolates. Then they went back to the living room, balancing the box on top of their belly, and laid down in the pit. 

Their stomach was starting to trust them again, “there, see,” the predator said, caressing it gently, “all yours.”

The pred heard their prey murmur about something, and shift around. The pred frowned, then prodded their stomach curiously. It was always strange to hear their food try to talk from inside of them. A bit uncanny. Maybe it made them uncomfortable because if other people were around when it happened, they’d act all sympathetic, wanting to make the pred let their prey out. And that was something the pred didn’t even want to think about right now. 

That wasn’t going to happen now. The pred patted their gut proprietarily. The movement dislodged a belch, and their stomach grew tighter around their meal. 

The actor turned on their television and chose a movie they’d been waiting for a chance to see. A thriller. They took a candy from the box and ate it, eyes staying on the screen. As the opening sequence played, the actor took in a deep breath and sighed, relaxing more into the cushions. They’d had a big day, but now here they were, maybe all the hard work made moments like these more enjoyable. The pred kept a hand rested on their stomach, casually, restfully, but possessively. This one I get to keep. 

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C!Jack how I miss you 😔😔😔😔

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He looks like a hand kisser tbh

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More people need to talk about giant alastor and make him a sweetheart plsplsplsplspls

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Aftermath

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On Episode 5 of "Hazbin Hotel", the fandom, and the treatment of Charlastor shippers

I'm getting really tired of all of the "Haha, I always hated Charlastor, we won, and you lost, fuck you!" people on Tumblr being rude, mean, or even downright mocking and cruel to the people who like Charlastor. No, I don't think that "Vivziepop hates Charlastor", or that there was some sort of conspiracy to "torpedo the Charlastor ship". If she did, she wouldn't have said, to paraphrase, "ship anyone you want from the show". (Hell, she once paired Vaggie and Angel Dust.)

Charlastor shippers have already known for a long time that Charlastor was never going to be canon, so Episode 5 doesn't really change anything we didn't already know. Shipping is supposed to be about fun, not "winning". If you ship Charlastor, that's okay. If you don't ship or like Charlastor, that's okay, too. However, making posts or comments saying "fuck you" to Charlastor shippers, or tagging anti-Charlastor posts as "#charlastor", is deeply rude and offensive.

Harassing or bullying Charlastor shippers is also unacceptable.

I don't think Vivziepop would approve, and as a "fandom oldie" (30+) who also has friends in animation, me and my personal friends are going to keep liking and shipping Charlastor, regardless of what is - or is not - "canon". I suggest other Charlastor shippers do the same.