#goddamnit anon

[arcadia-city-stories-if]

Ay yo what that man doing with his fingers in that first gif you reblogged? Fingering a ghost ass??

[polygon-draws]

dscar for 'daddy scar' ?

w-what are you talking about??? no. it’s ... dualscar, silly!

[speyerboot]

wait are you really getting rid of sherpa (or however you spell her name, I suck at names, sorry) with Soap Giovanni or was that a joke? plz tell me, I like shera

Dont worry anon, Shera is safe

[brassikarts]

Choices... I need a Brassy and Bull steamy romance fic, stat.

"Hey hooves, what's cookin'?"

Brassy slammed the door behind her to enter the Tauren's flat, then kicked off her boots. The steel-shod hobnails landed haphazardly from the rest of the pile, but she paid them no mind as she padded into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of the sea. And also, mercury fumes, but she wasn't about to mention that.

Despite everything going on in his small kitchen, Bull couldn't help but notice the remarkable colours of the goblin's toenails. "Hey, Short Stuff," he said by way of greeting. "You feeling a hunger that can only be satisfied by some... shellfish?" Even half-turned away from her, the way he waggled his eyebrows was apparent.

"Ooh, is that clams?" she exclaimed with a squeal. "I LOVE clams. Steamed. Fried. Whole - y'ever eat 'em with the shell on? Mmm mm mm." Brassy patted her stomach. "What's the occasion, Mane 'n Tail? Tonight a special occasion? You celebratin' somethin'?"

The tauren's laugh was a low rumble, not his usual harsh guffaw. "You could say that. I just thought it would be nice if we... stayed in tonight and cracked a clam together. "

The goblin peered at him with an odd, sort of uncharacteristic intensity. "That's like... my favorite fuckin' activity. You comin' onto me, T-bone? You been listenin' t'my best lines at the Wyvern's Tail again?"

"Absolutely not," he answered with a toothy grin. "Coming onto you would be plain rude if you didn't ask for it."

He hefted the massive iron pot out of the fire, immediately slapping away grabby green hands. "Not yet. Take it slow, B, savor the experience. Also if you don't you'll boil the skin off your hands and that's not really what I expected we'd be taking off tonight. "

A thousand nebulous, half-formed images and snappy responses popped into the goblin's head, but she was a simple creature with a single track mind, and intent on snatching one of the delicious clams from their boiling bath. "One, yer nasty," she scolded him, valiantly reaching for - and failing to obtain - her prize. "Two, yer actin' real weird, Horns. The fuck you on about tonight? You invitin' over Portia or somethin'?"

Bull shook his massive head. "It's been six months since you moved in, wanted to do something special." He paused, then added, "Also your sister scares me, pretty sure she wants to skin me for a rug."

He didn't wait for her "Hah, yer not wrong!" before moving on. Grabbing a huge spoon -- and swatting another reaching hand, AGAIN -- Bull began serving up bowls of freshly cooked shellfish. Handing one to Brassy, he looked her dead in the eye and said, "Did you know elves consider clams an aphrodisiac?"

"What the fuck is an aphrodiasiac, an' why should I listen t'some pinkies? Ooch!" She'd fished one of the purple-shelled bivalves and shoved the whole thing into her mouth with a sickening crunch. After a few more, thoughtful chews, she swallowed and fanned her tongue.

"I got these just for you, y'know. Straight from a goblin dredger clearing out the beds of razor clams at the base of a leaky refinery's disposal pipes. I hope you like 'em."

"Awwww!" Brassy grinned, then made a... giggle? It was a horrifying sound, whatever it was. "No wonder they taste like home. Let's crack some fuckin' clams, Bull, then I'll show you the best time a' your life."

She leaned in conspiratorially. "You can touch my melons."

The only response Bull could manage initially was a soft whistle. He'd had his eyes on those melons for a long time now, wondering what they'd feel like in his massive hands. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get that lucky tonight. "I think that's the best thing you've ever said to me, Green B." He raised a shelled clam, clacked against the one she was getting ready to bite into. "Here's to a night of incomparable pleasure."

"... you know I'm talkin' about the melon patch I found by the barbershop, right?" She flicked her beetle-black eyes to either side nervously, then said, "I was thinkin' we could grab an armful of 'em an' drop 'em off the bridge an' onto the mooks below."

For a moment, disappointment flashed in his dark, bovine eyes. "Actually I thought you meant the small collection you've had in your room for the last month or two. They're lookin' real ripe and I thought we could finally throw 'em at that graffiti of Sylvanas and Nathanos fucking that's out behind the Tail." He smiles, though, a new excitement replacing the dismay. "But your idea sounds great, too."

"Ooooh. Let's do both!" she chirped through a slurping mouthful of clams and broth.

[bi-avatar]

I am looking for a loyal honest sugarbaby I can trust for weekly arrangement $1000 PayPal or cash app only

[cassercole]

can’t sleep? 

just fucking create 

a brand new oc

[nepvantas-blog]

unfollowed bc w ow autism hate much??

actually no.

i just dont like being called autistic cause im not.

no matter how many people like to call me that, im not.

nothing against autistic people (in fact SEVERAL OF MY FRIENDS ARE AUTISTIC).

i just dont like,, people,,, calling me,, autistic. 

whether it’s nepeta me or today me.

[oopsidroppedthebomb]

So Deidara, have you ever jacked off with those hand mouths?

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