Idk if I’m supposed to make it look like me or just make it look cute or something….
I’m trying to find picrews to make one and I made this bc I like dogs and elk and this was the best one I could find that wasn’t like a therian picrew or smthing
Idk if I’m supposed to make it look like me or just make it look cute or something….
I’m trying to find picrews to make one and I made this bc I like dogs and elk and this was the best one I could find that wasn’t like a therian picrew or smthing
I miss my dog so much, I had a nightmare the other night where I took him from my parents house and brought him home with me safe. But it was a nightmare bc it’s not real.
I just want my son, my baby, cooper. I miss you so much my baby boy I hope he knows that. I’ll have him again someday soon and my mom can go suck a rusty railroad spike. And my step dad can sit on the same one and rotate.
#Ganderdinger22 [bigtits!Gandalf x Heimerdinger] [rated M] [413 words] [cursed content and alliteration]
(I guessed right and was immediately inundated with peer pressure to participate. Blame @chickenparm for the initial confrontation, @sweatandwoe for the dogpiling, and @ink-and-dagger for the header. I’m so sorry. 💔 -verbs)
Another evening in their romantic abode... Gandalf reclined across the chaise longue (conveniently low to the ground for his lover’s sake). Together for what felt like years, their eternal hearts (and loins) forever bound together.
And yet… lately, he wasn’t feeling fully satisfied. When they made sweet passionate love, yes— both full and satisfied. The yordle’s talents were extraordinary - and his meat was huge - but something seemed lacking in the romance department as of late.
Rolling onto his side, he found Heimerdonger staring lustily at his voluptuous (yet robed) Misty Mountains. Maybe that was it.
“Lover.” He attempted to get his petite potent paramour’s attention. The yordle was fixated on his fleshy funbags, furry fingers already finding them, foraging in the fabric with fervent fascination. “Sweet,” Gandalf lifted a hand to Heimerdinger’s face, trying to draw desirous eyes to his.
Despite lifting his face, the professor’s stare stayed fixed on Gandalf’s massive sweater puppies.
Gandalf sighed. “Muffin, it seems you cannot stop staring at my chesticles and I plead that you lift your gaze a bit higher.”
Bright blue orbs obeyed, dragging up his beau’s tantalizing form just a few inches. “Your throat?” He suggested, reaching to graze the skin there. “Oh, a beautiful throat, a marble column—”
“Gollum?!” Gandalf reeled back, eyes ablaze. “You said we’d never mention my exes again!”
“Column, my ample-bosomed amour, column. Your throat a majestic-”
“Still higher, you well-hung wonder!” he ejaculated. “Toward the heavens perhaps?” Eyes widened pointedly, irritation clear.
“The moon!”
“My face, dearest! Please, I wish your eyes to come upon my face!” He clutched his beloved’s cheeks in his hands, pleading.
“Your beautiful face,” Heimerdinger agreed, eyes meeting, “the same size and shape as your beautiful breasts.”
It would do. Their lips met, two long-lived beings finding their place in this strange world. And in each others’ pants.
“I’ll taste the succulent face-nipple of your mouth,” Heimerdinger proclaimed, messily proceeding to do so.
Kisses grew deeper, punctuated with awoogas and hubba hubbas, and soon both parties were ready for the very-expected journey ahead.
Tearing off his robe, Gandalf’s hand stilled Heimerdinger’s questing mouth. “Let me.”
With that he opened his legs, and spread open his ring of power. “Speak friend, and enter.”
Heimerdinger’s eyes were full of stars, and love, and filthy filthy yordle lust. “Anything, my love,” he agreed. “But first, I think—”
Eyes met, their minds in perfect sync as they turned to look into the camera. “A glass of milk.”
I realize I probably should’ve said something when I disappeared for months, and I’d like you to know I am still breathing and very much alive and in good health.
I apologize for being absent, life has been very busy and very stressful and art has been very slow, especially digital art. My art iPad is dying and barely loads procreate anymore so that isn’t helping, and traditional art is mostly stupid doodles of two characters I made a few years ago named Bo and Bob.
I’d also like to let you know I still love silver, however he is no longer my wife as I have a real one now yippeeee!!!! (I have a gf and she knows I’m ganna marry her we alr got promise rings)
And to those who have put asks in my ask box I will get to you eventually, I’m not sure if my replies will be digital or on paper, so please don’t expect anything amazing from me for now.
Anywhos that was all, I’ll try and post more but school is back and I’m busy with loving my beautiful gf/wife to be, so be patient and understanding please 🙏
l'm a day late because we were traveling for thanksgiving yesterday, but HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY TREASURE PLANET!!!
I know nothing about Taylor Swift except that 22 is the anthem for 22nd birthdays and I wanted to do something fun and memey for the birthday since I missed last year and burned myself out the two years before. And im pleased w the result
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