Initially abandoned by her parents, Opalite was then adopted by Memphis. However has since been separated and unsure of her mother’s whereabouts. Opalite has a feeling she's passed but is occasionally heard bleating for her mother.
Opalite is a cautious elderly doe, she is often found near a water source and shade. She strangely enjoys swimming, or water in general, and is even seen jumping into water for a soak. Her body aches with the weight of the years.
Though her cautiousness is likely the reason for her age, she knows a threat and a non threat very quickly, however will run regardless. Though as slow as she is.
Opalite has never bonded nor had children, and since the loss of her adoptive mother; she has been alone. Over time, she has shown symptoms of depression. She is careless when she is tired or aching, lowering her guard and becoming an easy meal if found. However she hides away in large foliage and low trees, spending half of her time in hiding. The rest in water.
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.”
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