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zephsomething · 2 days
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Awwwww Fabian offering to fight Gertie so Kristan can date her
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st0neymal0neyx0 · 2 months
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tinasnowz · 3 months
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theestallion: Thank you GOD 🙏🏽 Hotties today HISSTORY was made !!! Today I signed a distribution deal with my new family @warnermusic where I maintain my INDEPENDENCE as an artist anddd OWN MY MASTERS AND PUBLISHING 🔥🔥🔥🔥 This is thee first deal of its kind !!! I hope artist still on the come up or even artists who are already established never get discouraged by all the obstacles that come with this industry! Even with all the odds against me I fought for MYSELF , the hotties fought for me and , @rocnation fought for me!!! I’m forever grateful!!! Let’s REALLY KEEP RUNNING IT UP HOTTIES! Shout out to MAMA HOLLY I know she’s guiding me through all this 💙 #HOTGIRLPRODUCTIONS
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benoits-neckerchieves · 5 months
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theashenphoenix · 3 months
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JOURNEY (2012) • [ 6/∞ ]
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suolane · 3 months
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the newest and brightest doccy who 💙
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commsroom · 4 months
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happy birthday, eiffel! 🎶 beautiful art for the occasion by @hehearse
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lillystarreds · 3 months
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I can’t get over how beautiful this cover looks!!!😭😭😭
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gothgengargirl · 11 months
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The Works
You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.
For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.
Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.
The Works.
“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.
“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”
You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.
That’s not what happened.
Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.
A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.
At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.
Plastic?
Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.
Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.
This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a
Perfect
Pretty
Plaything
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Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.
But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.
As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.
A Collar.
You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…
A Doll.
“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.
“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.
“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”
You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.
“What are you?”
“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”
“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”
“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.
“Please play with me”.
You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.
Good Doll.
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starswhogaze · 6 months
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Azriel officially going 299 to 1 in snowball fights ❄️🪨
@azrielappreciationweek Day 7 | Free
“Rhys & Az were so mad at each other during the snowball fight that they were fighting dirty. Like putting ice & rocks in the snowballs & throwing them at each other at 500 mph. And Cassian, because he was all twitterpated, was just kind of smiling & half-paying attention, so after Rhys & Az just beat the sh*t out of each other, they both threw a snowball at the same time and knocked each other out, leaving a smiling, stupid Cassian the winner” — SJM in a post-acosf interview 😆
Here is the depiction of Az after he lost the most recent snowball fight, we imagine he was quite fed up with Rhys 🤭
♡ 🎨 by the remarkable @nanna.arts on Instagram
♡ Commissioned by @duskcowboy and me!
♡ Please do not repost. Reblogs are preferred.  
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tiredalwayss · 1 month
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Beyond Evil episode four: Cried
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st0neymal0neyx0 · 2 months
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capricioussun · 10 months
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Papyrus in summer clothes!
As suggested by _ullabug_ on ig
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aegonrhaenys · 11 months
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DIANA PRINCE + outfits → 1918's blue gala dress.
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amalia-uwu · 2 months
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Hmm.
What are you two up to? 💜💙
Where are you carrying the sleepy boy?
What is he dreaming of?
What's on your mind?
Is he heavy?
Is he a squishy, soft teddy bear?
So many questions.
Drabble :
“Carry you in my embrace”
Notes comments:
Thank you so much for this! I love the whole piece so much!
Sans's expression is so soft, serene and beautiful! I love the way you drew him wrapped around me!
I love how I'm holding him!
I love the hair etc.
The colors are also so soft and a beautiful combination.
I love it thank you so much! It gives a soft, beautiful, cozy aura.
As always this is one more beautiful piece of art, that I receive from you!
Each drawing has its own story to tell!
You are an amazing artist and great inspiration! Fudgie! 💙
Thank you so much! 💙
Now unto the Drabble!
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We were sitting on the couch watching TV.
At some point I noticed Sans dozing off.
He couldn't stay awake. I saw his eye sockets closing. His head falling forwards.
I chuckled. Hehe!
How can he be so adorable? He was such an adorable baby boy. A baby girl. A cutie pie! I wanted to squish him mercilessly in my embrace!
He just looks so cute when sleepy.
Okay, he looked masculine and adorable anyway. But even in sleep he looks handsome and adorable!
I shuffled closer and wrapped him in my embrace. He smiled in his sleep.
His cheek bone on my shoulder. I brushed my hair at my back, so they won't bother his face.
We stayed there for some time. Just cuddling.
There were many thoughts on my mind.
One thing is sure tho; that, I loved him so much.
I didn't know what he was dreaming but, I could tell he was happy.
There was a soft shade of blue hue on his cheekbones and a relaxed genuine smile on his face.
As much as I loved cuddling him. I knew, that the couch wasn't comfortable.
I was thinking how to carry him. «Will he wake up? Be scared? How will I lift a well build skeleton man?
... He is all bones. He can't be that heavy. I'll try to lift him. Worse case scenario.. Is that he falls on the couch and me on top of him. I am quite heavy. He doesn't have organs like me. He doesn't have skin like me.. How heavy can he be? Well... Let's find out»
I picked him up softly. He wrapped his bones around me.
Hm.. He wasn't as heavy as I was expecting him to be. Heh! He was a bearable comfortable weight.
I could carry him as I carry a child.
I was surprised I could carry him around with so much ease. Truly fascinating. Heh!
Another thing I loved; is how soft he is. How squishy.
Despite him being made of bones; he was pleasant to touch, hug. Physical contact with him felt incredible.
He was warm, soft, squishy. A teddy bear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
I could feel some of my hair touching his face. Heh, our souls were close to each other.
He was content and calm.
I walked upstairs to his room carrying him in my embrace.
Heh, he was doing an effort to keep it as clean as possible.
I laid him in his bed carefully. As I attempted to untangle him.
He took a hold of my clothes and refused to let go.
A soft whine left his teeth.
Welp, okay then. So be it.
I laid next to him and cuddled him closer. I could smell his clothes amd bedsheets. So, his bedsheets smelled like green apple. While his clothes smelled like green soap. It wasn't bad. I.. liked it!
Soon enough I covered ourselves with the weighted blanket he had.
I kissed his mandible and got comfortable next to him. He hummed softly.
I closed my eyes too and joined him for a nap.
"I love you sans!" I whispered.
He smiled and mumbled "i love you too".
The end 😘
Thank you for reading! 💙
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