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Yes he did.
He was/maybe still is a huge fan of Joel.
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Lollipop Head
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Bruh
What have they done to you?
wat?
What have they done to you?
wat?
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A big dump of stuff (don't worry there's no scat)
Now these two aren't that bad but the other parts are...
Someone paid for this to be made and the worst part is that this is what the artist specializes in.
Now these two aren't that bad but the other parts are...
Someone paid for this to be made and the worst part is that this is what the artist specializes in.
So I just learned that Ry-Spirit made this thing called "Pride Heroes" where he turns pride flags into heroes.
Now some of the designs aren't bad but it's just the concept that is, it's pretty gay ngl.
If you're wondering, I made this with the template that he was nice enough to make. I can only imagine what wonderful treasures will come from this.
Now some of the designs aren't bad but it's just the concept that is, it's pretty gay ngl.
If you're wondering, I made this with the template that he was nice enough to make. I can only imagine what wonderful treasures will come from this.
Pussy whipped nu-male Sonic
Wholesome Sonic and (dog's name) photo?
Sonic the big gay bear wants to tell you something.
Wholesome Sonic and (dog's name) photo?
Sonic the big gay bear wants to tell you something.
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Being turned into a vase girl is a fate worst than death. I have no idea why people would jerk off to that. Then again they're probably the same ones who would jerk off to quad amputees
Speaking of death, have this horrible piece of literature i found on dA
The team stood around waiting. Some were looking at cell phones others were appearing busy... There was an uneasiness that made small talk more tedious than normal. “The pathologist is on his way” They were in a room with a young woman named Bailey Madison... Yet, they couldn’t see her.
The quality white metal casket was in good shape as the vault had done its job. The container remained sealed. The fluorescent room of the medical center held a sterile examination table. The throughly cleaned stainless steel table would soon have an exhumed 25 year old on it. Her examination would start fully clothed and end fully nude. This was simple protocol. There would be nothing “below the board” about the experience.
The team knew that Bailey Madison had graduated from Vanderbilt Law School with honors. They knew that she had high interest from law firms before her death. She was innately fashionable yet her goals were rooted in winning cases. There was an expectation that Bailey would carry on the family legacy of over achieving. Sure, that came with a little pressure.
Nothing about her death made sense to anyone... She was found unresponsive in a Nashville Hooters bathroom while out with friends. “She’d never willfully step foot in a Hooters” her mother said incredulously. Though she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, the COD was labeled as undetermined. Something had triggered cardiac arrest. This puzzled her intellectual parents for years. They weren’t used to not knowing answers.
Her boyfriend was recently arrested for domestic violence among other transgressions... Bailey’s family had heard that Bailey and her boyfriend were arguing a lot before the fateful night. Her parents needed more information on their daughter’s death. They needed justice. “We can’t allow this to happen to anyone else”
There was something pretty odd about what the team assigned to the exam would be about to see. The line between beauty and decay was blurred. It was almost taboo to think about how pretty Bailey was in life... Now that she wasn’t “here”. For those that had gathered, this was a day to earn a paycheck. Everything was to be handled professionally. Yet, questions such as, “How bad will the smell be?”. Would be asked... Sheepishly.
“It’s been 7 years” Yes, 7 years since the ambulance and fire truck were parked outside second avenue in downtown Nashville. When the EMS lost her pulse for good... When the chest compressions hadn’t worked. When the mouth to mouth couldn’t bring oxygen back in her lungs. What would that mean for the woman’s body?
Tragically, Bailey was gone. She wasn’t there. Yet, her remains were obviously left behind. Tight black jeans were glued to legs that did squats and stood in department stores. The painted toes could be seen encased in black trendy heels. Ms Madison’s feet were pretty much flawless from a recent pedicure. Yet, they soon would be buried under soil.
Due to public health. All bodies must be cremated or buried within a relatively short time frame...This case was no exception. She was designated to a family plot that was close to relatives that she had heard stories of... Some served in the army and some were homemakers that could serve a hot supper.
To Bailey, dead bodies would fertilize the earth. Nutrients would be absorbed into the soil. Daisies would be pushed up from the ground. The circle of life was beautiful to Bailey. She’d happily join in on the process herself... eventually.
A funeral home employee opened the casket with a practical expression. The seal was broken and the odor of formaldehyde and the slight bit of decay wafted out. The smell coming from Bailey Madison’s body quickly lessened. The trapped fumes had been released. “She wasn’t too smelly” The forensic photographer later remarked.
The pathologist’s sturdy hands guided the lid up. A female head appeared on a pillow. The head was still fully intact and recognizable...The team was quite relieved by the time the pathologist was finished with the lid. Bailey Madison... A future trial lawyer... was well preserved in her casket. She was just a shade darker than at the viewing... Time had in a way stood still... She was dead. Yet attractive. Yet spooky. She was a bit unsettling to view. Yet, strangely comforting. How do you explain something that doesn’t naturally happen in nature? Her family would be able to lean over her, touch her hand and say goodbye once more. They’d get a phone call after the exam. “You will be able to view Bailey”... Such sad words if you think about it.
“The embalmer did good work”
“Nice embalming”
“Minimal decomposition”
The pathologist - somewhat surprisingly -didn’t seemed shocked by Bailey’s remains. “Some are in good condition after decades, while some are decomposing within months” He added that it’s simply hard to know what you may find. Bailey’s age, along with manner of death (drowning would accelerate decomposition) , plus being embalmed swiftly after death... Would help raise the chances of prolonged preservation.
Bailey and her 115 pounds were lifted out of the casket. When sat up on the exam table, Bailey’s hair fell around her face. They found the zipper on the blue dress and pulled down. The biggest hurdle concerned the lower body. Her dark blue heels seemed almost stuck to her feet. “The mortician must of had a hard time getting these on”... “How do you think we can get them off” Eventually with a bit of muscle, Ms Madison’s feet were free from the sophisticated footwear. “How can you still have a nice pedi after 7 years in the ground?”... “Lack of oxygen in the casket... And some luck” The pathologist said with the smallest grin.
6 months later there was a trial. Bailey Madison was in a courtroom. Sadly, she wasn’t representing a client. There were photos on a projector. Due to adequate preservation measures, the photos were admissible in court. Bailey’s mom held back tears as the attorney talked to the jury. “We made the painstaking decision to exhume Ms Madison for a second autopsy” The photos of the former law student were shown on the wall. The jury viewed Bailey’s seven year old corpse. No one was openly grossed out, fainted, got sick, or had to leave the courtroom.
It turns out that If it wasn’t for something slipped in her drink... She’d be with us....Doing young professional things at the age of 32. She’d probably be winning cases and potentially married to her Prince Charming... Ironically, helped bring more justice into the world after death. “If the body had been in a rotten state... We wouldn’t have found it” The pathologist testified. The tragically beautiful and put together Bailey Madison had convicted her boyfriend...
The quality white metal casket was in good shape as the vault had done its job. The container remained sealed. The fluorescent room of the medical center held a sterile examination table. The throughly cleaned stainless steel table would soon have an exhumed 25 year old on it. Her examination would start fully clothed and end fully nude. This was simple protocol. There would be nothing “below the board” about the experience.
The team knew that Bailey Madison had graduated from Vanderbilt Law School with honors. They knew that she had high interest from law firms before her death. She was innately fashionable yet her goals were rooted in winning cases. There was an expectation that Bailey would carry on the family legacy of over achieving. Sure, that came with a little pressure.
Nothing about her death made sense to anyone... She was found unresponsive in a Nashville Hooters bathroom while out with friends. “She’d never willfully step foot in a Hooters” her mother said incredulously. Though she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, the COD was labeled as undetermined. Something had triggered cardiac arrest. This puzzled her intellectual parents for years. They weren’t used to not knowing answers.
Her boyfriend was recently arrested for domestic violence among other transgressions... Bailey’s family had heard that Bailey and her boyfriend were arguing a lot before the fateful night. Her parents needed more information on their daughter’s death. They needed justice. “We can’t allow this to happen to anyone else”
There was something pretty odd about what the team assigned to the exam would be about to see. The line between beauty and decay was blurred. It was almost taboo to think about how pretty Bailey was in life... Now that she wasn’t “here”. For those that had gathered, this was a day to earn a paycheck. Everything was to be handled professionally. Yet, questions such as, “How bad will the smell be?”. Would be asked... Sheepishly.
“It’s been 7 years” Yes, 7 years since the ambulance and fire truck were parked outside second avenue in downtown Nashville. When the EMS lost her pulse for good... When the chest compressions hadn’t worked. When the mouth to mouth couldn’t bring oxygen back in her lungs. What would that mean for the woman’s body?
Tragically, Bailey was gone. She wasn’t there. Yet, her remains were obviously left behind. Tight black jeans were glued to legs that did squats and stood in department stores. The painted toes could be seen encased in black trendy heels. Ms Madison’s feet were pretty much flawless from a recent pedicure. Yet, they soon would be buried under soil.
Due to public health. All bodies must be cremated or buried within a relatively short time frame...This case was no exception. She was designated to a family plot that was close to relatives that she had heard stories of... Some served in the army and some were homemakers that could serve a hot supper.
To Bailey, dead bodies would fertilize the earth. Nutrients would be absorbed into the soil. Daisies would be pushed up from the ground. The circle of life was beautiful to Bailey. She’d happily join in on the process herself... eventually.
A funeral home employee opened the casket with a practical expression. The seal was broken and the odor of formaldehyde and the slight bit of decay wafted out. The smell coming from Bailey Madison’s body quickly lessened. The trapped fumes had been released. “She wasn’t too smelly” The forensic photographer later remarked.
The pathologist’s sturdy hands guided the lid up. A female head appeared on a pillow. The head was still fully intact and recognizable...The team was quite relieved by the time the pathologist was finished with the lid. Bailey Madison... A future trial lawyer... was well preserved in her casket. She was just a shade darker than at the viewing... Time had in a way stood still... She was dead. Yet attractive. Yet spooky. She was a bit unsettling to view. Yet, strangely comforting. How do you explain something that doesn’t naturally happen in nature? Her family would be able to lean over her, touch her hand and say goodbye once more. They’d get a phone call after the exam. “You will be able to view Bailey”... Such sad words if you think about it.
“The embalmer did good work”
“Nice embalming”
“Minimal decomposition”
The pathologist - somewhat surprisingly -didn’t seemed shocked by Bailey’s remains. “Some are in good condition after decades, while some are decomposing within months” He added that it’s simply hard to know what you may find. Bailey’s age, along with manner of death (drowning would accelerate decomposition) , plus being embalmed swiftly after death... Would help raise the chances of prolonged preservation.
Bailey and her 115 pounds were lifted out of the casket. When sat up on the exam table, Bailey’s hair fell around her face. They found the zipper on the blue dress and pulled down. The biggest hurdle concerned the lower body. Her dark blue heels seemed almost stuck to her feet. “The mortician must of had a hard time getting these on”... “How do you think we can get them off” Eventually with a bit of muscle, Ms Madison’s feet were free from the sophisticated footwear. “How can you still have a nice pedi after 7 years in the ground?”... “Lack of oxygen in the casket... And some luck” The pathologist said with the smallest grin.
6 months later there was a trial. Bailey Madison was in a courtroom. Sadly, she wasn’t representing a client. There were photos on a projector. Due to adequate preservation measures, the photos were admissible in court. Bailey’s mom held back tears as the attorney talked to the jury. “We made the painstaking decision to exhume Ms Madison for a second autopsy” The photos of the former law student were shown on the wall. The jury viewed Bailey’s seven year old corpse. No one was openly grossed out, fainted, got sick, or had to leave the courtroom.
It turns out that If it wasn’t for something slipped in her drink... She’d be with us....Doing young professional things at the age of 32. She’d probably be winning cases and potentially married to her Prince Charming... Ironically, helped bring more justice into the world after death. “If the body had been in a rotten state... We wouldn’t have found it” The pathologist testified. The tragically beautiful and put together Bailey Madison had convicted her boyfriend...
Law School Graduate Exhumed (Short Story) by Umbasic3 on DeviantArt
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You're going to be let out if only because the perpetrator was bored with it.
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Somerandoontheweb
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Is this a commentary or literal objectification fetish?
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That's one way for a weight swap!
"Sun and Chocho switch weights. The more fat Sun chow gets, the warmer and more he shines sunlight. Chocho is pleased of his saggy excess loose skin."
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Fleentstonez?
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Went back to the person who made these monstrosities and they've made more self-insert spanking pictures. I deeply apologize to those who enjoyed any of the things they've made crappy "fanart" for.
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Does this person get a hard on if he sees a child spanked in public?
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And people make money with that gross stuff? I chased the wrong career the whole time.
verygayFrogs
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Furries give more money, have you seen the freak show thread? There a piss commission for 1400
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did you make that commission?
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That sum of money is tempting, but idk if I could stomach the gross requests that a furry faps to as seen in the thread you mentioned.
Now if you excuse me, I need to buy more bleach for my eyes.
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I was just looking at the recommended section of the page and I was recommended this piece. The more I look at it, the more error I see.
And that pec is really far down.
If you're wondering who this is, Maximo is an obscure PS2 game protagonist. Not sure who Sophia is since I only played the game for 10 mins.
And that pec is really far down.
If you're wondering who this is, Maximo is an obscure PS2 game protagonist. Not sure who Sophia is since I only played the game for 10 mins.