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pineappleparfaitie · 4 days
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New oc time :D
They dont have a name yet but will think of something eventually
I love mer preds but i dont see any octopus ones!And i need to get better at drawing tentacles anyway soooo ye take em -
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nikothebookdragon · 1 month
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THAT WAS GORGEOUS DENISS LOVE OF MY LIFE
I AM SPEECHLESS!!!! YES!!!!!!
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esoraluco · 2 years
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90s icarus
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jewdog · 6 months
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gonna be real im like At the end of my rope
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fruit-fairy2 · 9 months
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Ok so little fact about me is I’m extremely androgynous which I love because I’m gender-fluid. But something that a lot of people don’t know about being androgynous is instead of it looking like your always passing it sometimes has the opposite effect that I’m never passing no matter how I dress. I went out to breakfast with my little brother today in a really cute outfit and it was at a little small town diner and holy shit the looks people gave me made me feel so small (in a bad way).
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wh0re4women · 9 months
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Hii! Do you take requests? And if so, are there any rules? I'd hate to request something outside of your comfort zone. If not, that's totally ok!
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hello 🌟. the short answer would be no. i just worry that i won’t be able to do certain requests justice & sometimes i don’t feel the motivation to write if the idea isn’t something i would normally be into (i mostly write for my own enjoyment!!). however, i would 100% be up for receiving requests and decide then whether it’s something i feel like i could write, then go from there. there are so many amazing writers on tumblr that i’m sure someone else would be more than happy to write any requests i couldn’t ! 🫶🏻
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tthankstoyou · 11 months
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New season of selling sunset is out just in time for pride month…. I love winning
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bisexualstruggles · 1 year
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12th book of the year: cursed bunny by bora chung
general remarks: this was a very satisfying read. i sometimes had the feeling that each short story was better than the one it precede it. i wanted to write a few of my faves, but actually most of them were great and most of them will stick with me
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slimcicle · 2 years
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WOAAAAH no way im already 20!!! these last few months have been hell for me but thank God I am having a beautiful day! I didn't make any announcements or anything here but a few days ago I came out as gender fluid and now my name is Dee! (but u can still call me An, idc!!!) Life seems to have wonderful things in store for us. I only hope that the rest of this year will treat us with gentleness, patience and love <333
- love, Dee.
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weishenbwi · 2 years
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jediexile · 8 months
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I’m such an iDiOt I got a salad a couple days ago (along with borger and fry) from a local restaurant as a treat, and also so I would actually eat something, and tonight I had the salad which I assumed would be fine, bc salad right? Except the dressing has garlic in it and now I feel like I’m both throwing up and shitting out my intestines
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beautysamour · 8 months
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squirt training with miguel! mommy pleaseee i’m begging on my knees 🤲🏻🧎‍♀️
squirt training with miguel o’hara ⋆⭒˚。⋆
— a/n: ❤︎.
warnings ゚𐦍༘⋆: vulgar language. reader goes into sub space
“Relax, hermosa, you can’t do it if you’re not relaxed.”
You squeeze his fingers—his hand being too big as a whole—once, twice, as you try to stabilize your breathing. You can barely keep your eyes open, you were too overwhelmed, too aware of the little movements, too overstimulated.
Your thighs shake as Miguel spreads them further apart, “Let’s do this one more time.”
It was a blatant lie, he said the same thing an hour ago, or maybe it was two? Three? You don’t remember, your memory was too hazy due to constant pleasure Miguel kept giving you.
Could you blame him though? He’s only trying to help his poor girl.
You squeezed your eyes shut as Miguel dragged one of his long fingers down the middle of your cunt, your pussy clenches onto nothing by default. “Relax,” Miguel purrs.
You think it’s unfair— no, unrealistic for you to be able to relax. Not with your puffy pussy going through the same routine over and over, cumming so aggressively and then getting pet softly, getting the princess treatment until Miguel hits that spot and prods at it hoping that he’ll get drenched in your fluids—but is only met with cum leaking around his fingers.
“‘m trying,” you murmur as tears start to well in your eyes. You want to so badly, to make him happy, to squirt for him and it makes you so sad that all you can do is pitifully cum around his fingers.
Miguel hums and tilts your chin up, “Look at me. Don’t look away, got it?”
Your eyes fluttered shut as he started to rub circles against the folds of your pussy—and opened just as quickly when Miguel lightly hit your chin with his index finger, “I said don’t look away cariño, closing your eyes is looking away.”
A whimper leaves your mouth as Miguel leaned over you, mouth immediately finding that sensitive spot behind your ear and sucks as a finger smoothly slides itself into your cunt.
“Am I understood, hermosa?”
You jolt as Miguel enters another long finger into your cunt. Usually even one of his fingers can fill up all the space in your tight pussy, but not tonight.
He’s loosened it enough for you to be able to take his dick in one go.
“Hermosa,” your eyes widened, body becoming stiff as he hits that spot. “I asked you a question.”
His eyes flicker down to where your pussy and his fingers connect, the pulsing of your cunt distracting him.
He puts in a third finger as he rubs your g-spot, stars enter your vision.
“Yes,” your voice raises as he quickens the pace of his fingers, “Yes! I under—understa—nd.” You gaze into his eyes. Lust and determination is seen in his, desire and pure ecstasy is seen in yours.
“Bueno,” Miguel whispers. He buries his face into your neck, sucking a pretty little hickey for you. “Muy bueno, hermosa.”
A moan rips out your throat, you aren’t sure if it’s because of the praise—or because of how quick Miguel’ fingers are moving in your pussy.
You aren’t able to think much about it, Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, he eyes trained on your cunt as your body starts to arch off the bed. He sets a hand against your stomach, eyes still on your pussy, and pushes you back against the bed.
“Miguel,” you moan, fingers gripping into the sheet as Miguel ignores you. His pace somehow quickens and then—
A hand flies to your back, supporting your body as your body spasms and something that feels different from cum comes out your pussy. Your eyes are on Miguel’ and finally, he’s eyes are on yours—the lust somehow more prominent in his eyes.
He hums as you start to babble in his arms, his fingers still in your pussy—still moving but slower—and he adjusts your body so your sitting in his lap.
You mewl as your head flops down on one of his tits, a sadistic smirk forms on his face as he kisses the top of your head. The squelching of your wet, wet pussy fills the silence along with your soft, somewhat quiet, whimpers.
He massages your nub as your body starts to shake.
“Miguel,” you weakly call out, “Did—did I do it,” you ask looking for praise.
He presses your nub and tilts your head about with his other hand, exposing your hickey to him. He praises himself internally then presses a kiss on your hickey, “Yes, hermosa, you did,” he licks the hickey, “Knew you’d be able to.”
Your pussy flutters around his fingers, the praise going straight to it, until Miguel tilts your head again to make you look at him.
You look at him, doe eyed, as his flicks your nub and presses a kiss onto your puffy lips. You return the kiss immediately—body pressing up against him and hands caressing his abs. His tongue enters your mouth and you don’t resist him at all.
He pulls away leaving a string of saliva connected to you. His dick hardens painfully as he notes the way you look up at him.
He pulls you closer to him with a grunt and slightly quickens the pace of his fingers—your eyes widen in realization, “Do you think you can do it again for me, hermosa?”
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greensparklefish · 11 months
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And here it is, my big pride post lmao
This took me 2 hours ish to draw which seems like a lot but, I was on a device that certainly made it quite difficult….
I use a switch for most of my digital art 💀
The game I use is colors live, and while I would recommend it for the amazing tools it has, the community is kind of wack.
Since it’s Nintendo, most of the community is young kids and teens who aren’t normally allowed social media, but colors doesn’t necessarily advertise it’s gallery feature so most parents don’t even know about it.
While the game itself is extremely fun to use, the community, even if you block the younger half, is still quite hard to be around.
(Talks about Homophobia and transphobia below the cut)
Fights happen daily, there’s always some weird drama between different accounts, for example there’s currently some uh, otter drama over someone hacking people? Not too sure what’s up with that lmao.
There’s also quite a hard community that are anti-lgbt Christian. I’m not saying every single christian on the app or even in the world is anti, but a large majority of them on the game are extremely anti, they’re known for posting bible verses and in the description tagging lgbt accounts urging them to “save themselves from sin”
I personally have only had one issue with these people, and that was last year when I made a pride post, they were more active then, now they aren’t as much but still will regularly post on each of their respective accounts.
Sorry this is long but I think I gotta make it longer cause I wanna share some pride info about me!
I first came out as nonbinary when I was 14, ftm at 15.5, demiboy at 18.5, and gender-fluid at 19.5, now I’m just sticking with gender-fluid at almost 21 lmao
My sexuality hasn’t changed too drastically, I originally came out as bi when I was 13, buttttttt I “took it back” when my parents overreacted about it, when I was 15 I came out as pan, then came out as gay (mlm) when I was 17, when I was a little over 18 I came out as bi and haven’t gone back yet lmao
I didn’t grow up in the most accepting family, but I luckily have an older brother who always tried to understand and help me feel more comfortable whenever possible, though he doesn’t really understand fully what my gender identity is, I know he’ll always love me, and I’ll always be super grateful for him
I was on testosterone for like, a month when I was 16, since my therapist believed it was the best next step for me. Due to, reasons I won’t disclose, I went off and haven’t gone back since, who knows maybe I will eventually but for now I’m fine with being off.
Alright this is the end 🥰
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diejager · 5 months
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Hiii,I really like your story about Ghost x bunny!reader.Can you please do moreee🥺🥺🥺💖🐰
Needy Bunny Cw: heat/mating cycle, breeding kink, rough sex, mating press, doggy style, unprotected sex, PinV, tell me if I missed any.
You clawed at the sheets, hips bucking back, rutting against the heated palm of his scarred and calloused hand, fingers filling you so well. Your bed smelled like him, something familiar you associated with comfort and safety, gorging on his rich and powerful scent. He smelled like blood and gunpowder, itching you sensitive nose, and the soft tone of something woody —an addictive bourbon and calm sandalwood.
You crooned softly, burying your face deeper into his many shirts, mask and blanket, all infused with his aged scent and sweat, masking you in his scent, drowning in the delicious smell of him. You were clouded by a primal need, to be bred and nurse little kits in your stomach, you didn’t have any sensible thought inside your head, all you wanted was to smell like Ghost and bear his kits by becoming his.
When thrown into the throes of your heat - vicious and unforgiving - you became dumb and needy, wandering the halls of the base for Ghost and pawing at him until he brought you to his room. The moment he closed and locked the door, you were naked and kneeling on his bed, face down on his pillow, drooling over the musky cloth and ass up, showing him how wet and needy you were, cunt winking and clit throbbing from the cool air in his room —it helped with the warmth you exhumed from your heat, body burning so much calories to sustain you during it.
You were deaf to Ghost’s degrading words, uncaring by how mean his words were or how rough he was, all that mattered was that he was using you, his fingers straight as they drove in, hitting your g-spot. Slick dripped from his wrist, your sweet cunt oozing it, transparent and salty fluid tasting sugary on his tongue, his mask rolled up his nose to press the flat of his tongue against your twitching nub, swirling around it wile he pumped you with three, thick fingers.
You whined when he pulled out his fingers, tongue pushing into your hole and slurping down your slick, swallowing your sweet cum in gulps. He drank up your little mewls, sound more like a cat than a bunny, his hand roved over your thighs and around the swell of your ass, spanked red from acting like a little whore in front of other men, and grabbed your snowball-like tail, harshly pulling on it to get a reaction out of you. You yipped loudly, back arching and trying to get out of his tight hold on your sensitive tail, the twitching ball stuck between his fingers even as he pressed the round head of his cock against your clenching hole, tip nudging your entrance —teasing you.
“Please-” you wailed, sobbing for relief you knew that only he could give you, something to fill you up and keep you full until this heat passed. “Ghost, please-”
He kept you still, one hand on your hip and the other still tugging at your tail, he drove in with a sharp snap, thrusting his whole length in one, rough go that had you keening, loud, whorish sounds slipping from your tongue as your eyes rolled back, walls squeezing him as you came. He was warm, cock snugly sitting inside of you, he was as heavy as he was thick, the girth covered in veins and the base in trimmed, musky hair.
He took a few experimental thrusts, rough and unsteady, before he bottomed out completely, heavy balls slapping your engorged clit. Ghost set deep and hard pace, his sculpted hips snapping against your sensitive ass, using his grip on you to hold the pace, plunging in, the leaky tip of his uncut cock slamming into your spongy cervix, veins scratching at your clenching walls, frenum piercings, three starting from the base up rubbing you deliciously.
With how high stung you were, body shuddering and cunt spamming with another upcoming climax, it didn’t take you long before you came a second time. Bursting with a cry, legs kicking and trembling beneath you, you bucked your hips against him, pushing him deeper into you. You were squirming so much so that he had to turn you over, manhandling you from your presented position to a mating press, bent in half with your legs hanging from his broad shoulders, taking him again and again - even as you came twice or thrice, coating him in your juice, his navel and balls wet down to his thighs - until he had his fill.
“You want a kit, is that it?” He growled, forearm pressing down on your throat without putting any lethal force, simply to hold you down, to keep you restrained to your nest, “Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll knock you up, yeah? Put a little rabbit in that cunt of yours, breed you nice and deep.”
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nicejewishgirl · 1 year
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I’ve literally been up every 30 minutes and need to be out of the house and arrived at by destination by 8:30 along w/ taking care of everything related to my family/dogs/household. I should try to sleep for another hour… hell who am I kidding… another possible 30 minutes but then it’s always harder to wake up. ahhh the life of an insomniac. getting to sleep isn’t even my problem anymore (it used to be so bad) but it’s staying asleep that just is impossible (especially on antibiotics and some of my other meds). that whole saga in the notes.
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