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helm1nthic · 2 months

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LAWLIGHT U WILL LIVE FRVR

#reupload #art #fanart #light yagami #artwork #death note fanart #death note #l death note #lawlight #l lawliet

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cupcakeslushie · 7 months

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Feral Leo part 4

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Ah…😬 *hides*

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #tmnt #tmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph #future leo #agent bishop #feral leo au #tw blood #reupload #my art #sorry but the other one had to go #y’all understand 😂#feral Leo au main

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xanaxspritz · 3 months

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thinking about taking choso's virginity and he's just in total awe of your curvy body. he's never seen a woman fully nude, and wonders how such a goddess stands before him. you give him small kiss on the lips before going down on his length, his breathy moans making you even wetter as he grabs the top of your head and bobs it in rhythm with your mouth. after you make him cum the first time you immediately feel him harden again, eagerly burying his face into your soft, plump breasts, taking his time sucking on each nipple while he rolls the other in his fingers. and when he finally slides in his hard length, he lets out a deep, glottal, groan as if he's let go of the earth's weight, taking in each delicious stroke slowly and as deep as he can within your gripping, wet walls.

"you feel, fuck, so good. i can't ahhh ∼ stop. i think im gonna cum in you sweetheart"

#reupload #choso smut #choso x y/n #kamo choso #choso #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk choso #jujutsu choso #choso x reader #choso x female reader

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proxytan · 3 months

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Scene 'riska

#reupload #proxyart #vriska serket #art #homestuck #homestuck fanart

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wizard-email · 11 months

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There is a café in the forest. Its lights are bright, it should not be there.

Something chimes. You don’t remember opening the door that swings closed behind you. You’re out of breath. Have you been running? Your brow furrows. There is mud on your boots. Clumps of dirt that dry and crack then fall away as you stand there, staring.

“May I have your name?”

You look up. Your neck strains as if it hasn’t moved in days. Blink, flex your hands. Needles race up your arms like stabbing insects. The barista stands before you with limbs that are too long and a smile that reaches their eyes in more ways than one.

“May I have your name?” They say again, like a name is a thing to be taken. Maybe it is. You are struck with the notion that you do not want them to have yours. With great effort you pause the words forming on your lips. When did you open your mouth? It doesn’t matter. You give them a name.

The barista’s smile widens, if that is possible. Their skin is ashen gray and the apron they wear shifts in a way that blinds you. “That isn’t your name.”

You shake your head. No, it isn’t.

You are seated at a table. (Is wood supposed to bleed?) The menu is soggy in your hands. Syllables jerk twisted and raw from your mouth as you pick an order at random and read. A mockery of language, you don’t recognise your own voice.

The barista nods slowly. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” You find yourself saying. “That will be all.”

They turn away and you are left with yourself. Roll a corner of the menu between your finger and thumb, yellow liquid oozing from its fibers. Your hand is shaking.

Something chimes, slams. A man stands in the doorway- He has mud on his boots, though he does not stop to watch them dry. He sees you and you remember then why you went running in the woods at night. Ordinary fear; of abuse and fists and gaslit-rage. You cringe in your seat.

He is an animal made of popping veins and flying spittle. He stalks towards you and then-

“May I have your name?”

Was the barista always there? You don’t remember them arriving, you don’t remember them being there a moment ago. They stand with a smile that is still too wide, hands outstretched in a beckoning motion. The man doesn’t notice, or perhaps he is too caught up in his own rage to care. He shoves the barista, but he may as well be shoving at a pillar, or a mountain. They make the beckoning motion again and you’re not sure which of them to warn of danger.

“May I have your name?”

The man scowls, giving it offhandedly as he moves to step past. Then he stops. You stare, transfixed as the colour drains from his face. His legs seem rooted to the floor. You steel yourself to meet his gaze but it's… Hollow. The eyes you meet are that of a shell- a vacant, breathing corpse.

You look away and the barista descends upon what remains.

He doesn’t scream, doesn’t make a sound at all. The wet tearing of flesh is enough to keep your eyes on the floor. The tiles are stained a dirty brown. (Smack.) They have chipped in places, little cracks running through and revealing the loose earth beneath. (Thud.) A bug crawls from the dirt. Or at least, you think it’s a bug. (Tear.) A crimson puddle seeps into view; you decide to look elsewhere.

Happy, laughing things stare at you from a poster. The figures on it are almost human, smiling renditions of men and women if they had been clumsily sculpted by a child. The only accurate features are the teeth.

The clock on the wall has eleven numbers. The hands rotate at random, spinning and stopping in opposite directions. You watch as it falters and picks up speed, never once coming to a point where it could properly mark the passage of time.

A clink against the table pulls you from your transfixion. There stands the barista, smiling. They're different now- the slant of their chin, the colour of their eyes. Those features are new, stolen from a man who is now something different.

They have placed a cup in front of you; the muddy red liquid swirling inside almost looks like tea. You pick it up (because what else are you supposed to do?) and run a thumb along the handle’s rough surface. It’s white, with a hundred organic ridges. The liquid inside is warm and distinctly metallic. You try not to think about it.

“Would you like a sample?” They slide a tray towards you. You're not sure what the things on it are, but you know that you want them. Desires, goals. When you ask if they are free the barista says nothing. When you ask for the price a curious expression crosses their face before they give it to you.

You decide that no, you would not like a sample today.

The barista steps towards you clumsily, as if putting one foot in front of the other is something they haven’t done before. They take your hand. Their fingers are hard, smooth as ice and just as cold. They run an almost-thumb down your palm, bones growing and shifting, snapping into place as their limbs change to imitate your own. You yank your arm away. The cold of their fingers has forced you to focus, pulled you back to some semblance of reality. You stand, knocking over your chair in the process. It hits the ground with a dull thud and begins to gently sink into the earth.

The barista looks at you with eyes that were his and are now yours too. You hug your chest, bile rising in your throat. You have to get away. They don’t stop you, and perhaps that is the most disturbing thing of all. Calling out a simple “come again!” before you can flee, breathless, into the night.

In the dark and cold you think for a moment that you have stumbled into another hell, so sudden is the change. But no, there are outlines of trees; leaves beneath your shoes. This is the forest once more.

You turn, expecting a building but greeted by darkness. Blink, let your eyes adjust to the night. There is a corpse at your feet. It looks like it's been there a while. Mushrooms grow from its eyes, the slant of its chin. You stumble away.

The rumble of traffic offers a clear direction. Lights flash in the distance and you realise for the first time that your hands are caked in dry crimson. Look away, focus on the treeline and the false safety it promises. The taste of copper sits heavy on your tongue.

‘Come again!’ The call was not a request, but a promise. Not tomorrow, if you’re lucky not for years to come. But you will return one day,

To the midnight café.

#the midnight cafe #reupload #the original was deleted and I don't know why

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gurlfriends · 1 year

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👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💗

#lesbian #wlw art #ocs #learning how to use hashtags ctfu #sapphic #comic #wlw #reupload

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rashiart · 2 months

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reup cause hands bothered me kjhdf Blessing also bonus to this:

#ratiorine #aventio #dr ratio #aventurine #hsr aventurine #hsr dr ratio #hsr #hsr fanart #honkai star rail #ratio loves knowledge after all #learning from his sole survivor bf #reupload

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truejekart · 4 months

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Frieren フリーレン

#frieren #fanart #illustration #sousou no frieren #フリーレン #葬送のフリーレン #anime #waifu #not robin #reupload #digital art

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nanao-91 · 4 months

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post-war feast 🍜

#atla #the last airbender #atla aang #aang #atla zuko #prince zuko #zuko #fanart #my art #old art #reupload #one of my favorites pieces of 2020 #food art

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plane-3 · 4 months

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I think cabanela is handsome.

Well, lovely too.

#ghost trick #cabanela #reupload

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celestialspritz · 3 months

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🪩UNOFFICIAL NIGHTLIFE 'SUPER PARTY CLOTHING' DISC CC🪩

this is a nightlife bonus cd from china i believe, found over here on archive.org. i took some pics of the outfits and reuploaded them here, in case someone loves the textures and wants to use them in their creations or just add it to their cc folder. there is some pretty cute stuff here <3

i compressed and tooltipped them tooooo and swatches are included as well as the original uploader's photos. plus a snap of the flash program i opened

dl @ sfs

#ts2 reupload #reupload #old ts2 cc #mycc #its not mine but its for convenience #ts2 #💌

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zexal-bunny20 · 3 months

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