as a femboy lover i encourage this i mean what
Manly advice (for men): show a little bra strap
and this, kids, is why Furries deserve more attention. they're powerful lil buggers. (and I'm one of them!)
dude... i barely know ANYTHING about this. heck no.
Okay okay I've got one I think will be fun!!
Spin this wheel of like 160ish fandoms of varying levels of popularity.
Extra points for telling me all about your thoughts in the tags :D
OUUUUUGH THEY'RE SO CHUBBY I LOVE THEM
Sprunkiii RAHHHH (click for better image quality)
There's 3 left, but they would change so little in my style that i didn't bother including them đđ
Hey so I finally remembered my tumblr password, have some Dandy's World matching PFPs
I was bored and can't stop thinking about the game but I can't play it so doodle
Wish I didn't only have markers but i still like the cookie sona that I will honestly never use
DANDYS WORLD COMMUNITY
I AM GOING TO MAKE A ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT! STAY TUNED!
"this should be interesting."
"oh, dont be so pessimistic, Rodgie! this will be fun!"
"NEW FRIENDS! YAYYYYYYY!"
SILLY MANNNNNNN
âĽď¸ Beautiful â dumbassâ goob âĽď¸
With a cherry on top!
I think breaking bad would be better if Walter was a cartoonist who's coping with the fact that his cartoon character, Jesse, has literally come to life
Tumblrinas when jesse pinkman sells methamphetamine to people in recovery meetings instead of selling lemonade to fund his top surgery or whatever
(Ralmok gives a knowing grin, as he promptly regrows his arm, making horrific squelching sounds all the while)
"Oh, you misunderstand, Nodis. even if you kill me, I will return. i am not a being who is easily slain. that's why I was sealed away: to stop the endless cycle of my death bringing my resurrection. if anything, you killing me would be a blessing!"
(he then backs away, still grinning.)
"but i digress. i simply wish to know: are you with me or not?"
// a teaser for a black redesign of my own, hehe!
(Nodis feels... a shadowy presence. behind them, they see the shadows themselves turn to liquid, move a distance away from them, and then conglomerate into a shape somewhat like their own. they seem VERY tall, and their skin seems to crawl with maggots, despite looking very healthy at the same time. they turn around, their neck making cracking sounds as they grin a smile that is way too big and has WAY too many teeth.)
"GOOD EVENING. YOU MAY CALL ME... TARAGOS."
 [ Rising from the shadows, a tall figure looks back. Sickening cracks and squelching of the unknown viscous shadow-like substance suddently shifting into joints and somewhat more stable shapes resembling a body only confinued until an intimidating hatted figure was looking back⌠eye rolling forward. The other seemed to not be present at the moment. ]
â Nodis. â
 [ This⌠thing doesn't return with any emotion. It simply stares. ]
â You must have a good reason for bothering me. â
OMG I'M FANGIRLING SO HARD THIS IS SO CUTE
character: capsaicin cookie
wc: 1.2k
cws: capsaicin has scars due to his past (there isnt much detail about it), capsaicin is ashamed of his scars, reader and capsaicin call each other silly nicknames (hun, babe, etc)
sorry if this is bad yall, im not too proud of this lol.ďżź I just wanted to get something out. Will start working on requests after my exam!! thank u for all the love <3
Capsaicin Cookie groans as he stretches his muscles, sweat dripping from his forehead. His bare chest was glistening with sweat, a sign that heâd been training for the upcoming Triple Cone Cup event. He was selected as Scovilliaâs champion once again, so of course he had to endure the most laborious of training in order to become the strongest! Huffing a sigh, he reaches for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.
Deciding to take a quick break to regain energy, he collapses onto a nearby bench, the sun painting his sweat covered skin in a bright light. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sunlight for a few moments before he returns to his arduous training. After a few moments, he begins to carefully wipe his face, almost ready to get back to training, when heâs suddenly startled by a knock at the door.
âHun? You alright in there? Can I come in?â
Capsaicinâs ears perk at the sound of your muffled yet gentle voice. A voice that was so indescribably serene and mellifluous. His face brightens as a giddy feeling bubbles inside him. Your appearance at his training session was certainly unexpected, but it was most definitely something welcome.
âYeah! Come in!â He shouts back at you, perhaps a bit too much excitement creeping into his voice.
The door slowly creaked open, and he watched as you hesitantly peek in for a brief moment. Your eyes meet, and you can see a bright sparkle in his eyes. Pushing the door open, you flash a smile and wave at him, a small bottle of water held in one of your hands.
âHowâs your training going?â You ask him as you sit next to him, âI hope youâre not pushing yourself too hard.â
Nodding with a smile at your reply, he takes the water bottle from your hands, thanking you before swiftly chugging its contents. Droplets of water dribble down his chin and onto his chest.
âHaa! Thanks for that, baby!â He tosses the water bottle back to you, wiping his face. He stands, stretching for a brief moment before turning to address you once more, âIâm gonna keep going. Thanks for being here!â
Capsaicinâs bright smile is blinding, and you canât help but smile back at him. Giggling, you decide to stay and watch him train. What was the harm in it? You couldnât just come in and immediately leave. Sitting back on the bench, you watch as he continues to train vigorously, the sun hitting him perfectly, almost making him look majestic. Smiling at the thought, your eyes begin to wander a bit.
Your eyes first land on his toned chest for a brief moment, but you immediately reprimand yourself and shift your gaze. Face flushed, your eyes stop at his wrists. An involuntary hum escapes your lips.
âHey, you took your cuffs off?â
âHuh?â
He stops and turns to you, his face twisted into an expression of confusion.
âYour cuffs.â
You signal at his wrists, which are in fact missing the cuffs that he so often wore. Capsaicin coughs for a moment, averting his eyes as he rubbed his wrist sheepishly.
âOh, uh, yeah! I- uh, didnât want them to get in the way. Sorry.â
You narrow your eyes. âWhat are you apologizing for?â
He flushes slightly. âMy scars are a little unsightly-â
âI think your scars look cool.â
Capsaicin pauses. His face remains unmoving, and itâs almost like you can hear the gears turning in his head. âHuh? What?â His embarrassment rises further when he sees you giggle at him.
You stand, walking over to his much taller form. When you stop in front of him, he gulps quietly. He watches as you hold your hand out, and say to him, almost in a whisper, âCan you give me your hand?â
Without words, he hesitantly puts his hand on yours. His heart flutters at the sight of you gently wrapping your much smaller hands in his. You carefully intertwine your fingers with his, suppressing a smile as you watch him stare at your hands in awe.
âYour scars arenât ugly, okay? Listen to me.â Your stern but soft tone surprises him, and he stiffens. âDonât be ashamed of your scars, hun. They arenât ugly or unsightly. They make you look tough! Youâre strong, because of your scars, love. Thereâs nothing wrong with it. I still love you all the same, hm? Iâm never going to think less of you just because youâve got scars.â
He swallows. The words get caught in his throat, but you donât mind. Your thumb lightly brushes over his healed scars, and he shudders. Your touch was so gentle, so loving. Capsaicin selfishly wanted more of it.
âSorry, does that hurt?â You quietly ask.
He gives you no verbal response, only shaking his head quietly.
A smile forms on your lips as you land a small kiss on his knuckles. âThen remember what I said, okay?â
His face heats up, hotter than any of the lava heâd ever created. Tears gather in his eyes, but he refuses to let them fall. He simply mutters to you, ââŚThank you.â
âOf course, hun. How about you take another break? I know you just did, but I think you deserve this. We can go out to your favorite restaurant.â You offer, sending him another sweet smile. His stomach flips at the sight.
He doesnât reply to you. Instead, he stares at you expectantly. ââŚCan I have another kiss?â He asks, nervously gesturing towards his cheek.
You playfully snort, lightly punching his shoulder. âNot when youâre this sweaty, you dork.â
Finally, he laughs the boisterous laugh you so desperately wanted to hear. He flexes his muscles, mostly in an attempt to show off to you. It works. You giggle at his antics.
âI am pretty tough though, arenât I?â He tries to sound confident, but there's a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice. He slings his arm over your shoulder, his signature toothy grin present. He looks over at you, eyes bright, but you can see right through him.
âOf course you are.â You assure him, gently kissing his wrist. He tenses, but doesnât pull away. Instead, he pulls you closer, and you giggle as he plants a kiss on your temple. When he pulls back, his grin is still shining bright.
âThanks for the offer though, babe! But I've gotta get some more training done! Iâve gotta win this cup!â He releases you, stretching his arm. âYou being here is enough to encourage me to keep going! Iâll win this for us, hun! I promise you, I'll bring back the trophy! A-And we can have a nice date afterwards!!â
You let out a hearty laugh, and his heart jumps in joy. âIf you insist, tough guy! You better keep your word, though!â
âI will, that's a promise!â He laughs loudly, his face holding a large amount of love and admiration for you. He wasnât going to let his past hold him back again. For you, and even his friends at the other schools, heâll keep moving forward. With a newfound determination, the fire in him blazes to life. He takes a stance.
He's not about to back away from a promise now.
i'm into so many fandoms its honestly kinda crazy. currently hyperfixating on Dandy's world, the OSC, and Cult of The Lamb.
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