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chicken-blitz13 · 2 years

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its shit lol

#enjoy png wolf i made within an hour #at 8pm #this bitch doesnt sleep #wolf predator #avp #avp r #alien vs predator #alien vs predator requiem #predator #yautja

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shackld · 4 months

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I don't wanna get up but hello good morning

#at 8pm #;sir this is my emotional support cringefail gacha game protagonist. (ooc)

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butnobodyhome-moved · 1 year

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I’m exhausted so I might just go to bed

#at 8pm #like a big fucking weenie #( ooc. )

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gabichive · 1 year

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using the power of love to go to the gym

#at 8pm

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acorviart · 3 months

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whalefall ceramics 🐋

tested out my various blue underglazes, some of which look very similar to each other under clear glaze

#ceramistakes #ceramics #whale #whale fall #skeleton #bones #some of these will also be for sale this friday at 8pm cst fyi!

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sleepysebris · 6 months

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last minute predictions literally right before the special airs

#this popped into my brain today and I was out busy until 8pm #I NEEDED TO POST BEFORE IT AIRS BECAUSE. WHAT IF IM WRONG #im gonna wait for subs to watch it so #gonna go sleep and wake up and hope i can watch it hehe 😎#miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #shadybug #claw noir #toxinelle #griffe noire #my ml comics

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obsob · 2 months

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the days are still dark but i have started to see wild flowers on my walks :)

#cats #mine #i hve . never drawn snow before. was fun!!!!!!!#hills in the distance my beloved #i accidentally napped at. 8pm so um . its 10pm n im not sleepy :3 whoopsies #but in other news my wool arrived so i can start knitting a cardigan im very excited #its going to be all different colours. clown cardigan #anyway. goodnight sweet dreams

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mod2amaryllis · 7 months

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despite everything

(happy 8 years undertale)

#it's 8pm 9/15 there's still time i'm still on time #undertale #chara #asriel #m2a #m2art #comic #my art #not your traditional anniversary piece #but you know me #if it's not a comic going hard on one tiny intimate moment i'm not interested lol #have spent all day feeling very tender about ut agh #he put socks on their ears i'm worried that's not obvious

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petrichormeraki · 7 months

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ive been up all night thinking about this. how do you kill evokers if they literally have totems of undying on them. is the player the only one that can use them? why? they're clearly modeled to LOOK like villagers/pillagers. why, then, can a stranger to this world that speaks not their language or look anything like them the only one that can harness it? was death that never really stuck to begin with not enough?

#it's past my bedtime i get emo about minecraft after 8pm #minecraft #meraki post #i know it's not that deep but i WONDER

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forestofsprites · 1 month

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WHY at no point in the show's history did my best friend castiel angel of the lord get called a dilf. yeah yeah yeah he got the early seasons pretty boy commentary, mr wisp of an angel dawdling about the twinkish gait of jimmy the salesman I'M TALKING S13 ->>>>>> that gay angel's a FATHER. he's a dad and he's fucking built, okay. he's tired, he's got eyebags, he's got wrinkles, he's juggling all sorts of shit. ongoing divorce, hunt at 3:00pm, pick jack up from the become god at 6:00. he's fuckin broad chest, fitted coat, he drives a truck but let's be honest it's like if a truck were a minivan

#he's still pretty. nonono this isnt about negating his prettiness #this is about saying he's got dilf status #and it's never recognized #and that saddens me #i slept 9 hours last night after knocking myself out w melatonin at 8pm bc ive had horrible insomnia for weeks and i suddenly feel like my #brain's switched on and now instead of editing this paper i'm here saying shit like Twinkish Gait #spn #spn thoughts

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after-witch · 3 months

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Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Title: Indulgence [Yandere Feitan x Reader]

Synopsis: Just Feitan wanting to touch your nyloned feet.

Word count: 774

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, forced footplay, brief tickling

Feitan's grip on your nylon-clad ankle is not especially tight. His fingers do not press into your flesh, ensuring small printed bruises that will last for days.

Instead, he holds your ankle like it’s something precious and sentimental. Like you held your grandmother’s porcelain figurines when you were little, and she’d told you again and again that she loved those figurines so much that if you were to crack a single one, it would break her heart.

But, taking in the look in his eyes, perhaps sentimental is the wrong word. He looks more fascinated than anything else.

“Feitan?” You ask, shifting yourself on the worn cushions of the sofa. You don’t dare pull your foot away--he’d stop you, if you were stupid enough to try.You’re not that stupid anymore.

He doesn’t acknowledge you at first.

You curl your toes, unused to the stretch of the thin nylon material over them--and his eyebrows actually lift up. Seeing any expression on him that wasn’t irritation or disgusted glee while he tortured people was almost astonishing enough to make your own eyebrows raise.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice low, almost husky.

It’s the question you wanted to ask him.

“Nothing,” you say. Right? You’re just sitting here. He’s the one acting odd.

“You curled your toes.” His answer is short. Factual.

Because well, you did curl your toes. But… you didn’t mean anything by it. They were stiff, you’ve been sitting here so awfully long, and Feitan hasn’t explained a thing.

He didn’t respond this morning when you asked why there were nylons on the bed with the outfit he’d picked out--a short white nightgown that you’ve had for ages, worn in the armpits, with a lace trim that needed a good bleaching--or where your socks had gone.

He didn’t give you a reason when you told you to sit on the sofa, or when he grabbed your legs and yanked them up, forcing you to pivot around to avoid an uncomfortable twist in your hips.

Nor did he offer up any explanation when he’d taken your ankle in his hands and placed your foot on his thigh and simply… held it there--is still holding it there.

“I… I didn’t mean to?” You lick dry lips. “I mean, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just going to ask you why you’re…” You trail off as his eyebrows go from high to furrowed.

Slowly, his other hand moves from its spot on his thigh and hovers above your foot. Your heart begins to beat faster--you weren’t disobedient lately, or at least he hadn’t said so.

He wouldn’t break your foot without telling you the reason, surely. The lecture he’d given after he broke a few of your fingers the first (and last) time you’d ever slapped him was a testament to that.

His fingers descend--one, two, three, four, five--but he doesn’t break your foot. Instead he begins to massage it.

That should make your heart slow down, but instead it only speeds up, even as his fingers begin to press down harder, a firm pressure down the length of your arch, then up your sole, ending just underneath your toes.

The nylon material shifts under his fingers. It feels strange, like some kind of thin second skin that heightens the sensation of being touched. It feels warm from the rubbing, despite the vague undercurrent of ticklishness that makes you want to yank your ankle away.

His fingers begin to lightly massage your toes, which stretch and curl instinctively. It’s too light, too ticklish.

Your breath hitches.

So does his.

“Ticklish?” He asks.

You nod. Lying had been trained out of you long before this.

He hums. There’s a pit in your stomach that begins to eat itself as you watch emotions play out on his face. It’s harder with the cowl up, but his eyes can give enough away, if you know how to look. You’ve had lots of practice.

He’s delighted by something.

Which is rarely a good sign.

Still, you know better than to try to yank your foot away, even as his fingers return to your toes, pressing down harder. It still tickles, but there’s more to it, now. The warmth is back, an unexpected, unwanted pleasurable feeling.

He stares at you the whole time, gauging your reaction.

Your fingernails dig into the sofa, digging into the already frayed threads. You bite your lip. You don’t want to give him anything. But he’ll just take it anyway, won’t he?

It’s going to be a long evening, you think. And judging by the expression on Feitan’s face--he thinks so, too.

#yandere feitan #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere #afterwitch writes #eh I decided to just go to bed before 8pm so a lil indulgence it is

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dramaticnerdwithanxiety11 · 2 years

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i didn't say good morning oops

#my sleep schedule is out of wack #good morning #at 8pm

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unorcadox · 6 months

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