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hospital au✌🏻🩻

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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New and first post with Red Leader and its several versions :D and thanks to TikTok for the appropriate sound
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You should draw horse world in Equestria girls style
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hiya i HAVENT drawn in so lonngg ahaa need 2 PRACTICE more often anyway, HERE'S a dear star boy DRAWIN ^w^
" In response, Reagan shrieked in his face. An inhuman, blood-curdling roar from deep within his chest as his horns and tail manifested. His purple-green eyes stared miserably down at Dante, showing a mouthful of sharp purple teeth as fat tears streamed unwillingly down his face. Dante reached out and cupped Reagan’s face, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. "
(original by @almighty-letu)

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Tord monster :D
Mi dulce príncipe [Tomtord] [TERMINADA] - [💙Aclaración💙] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1088853133-mi-dulce-pr%C3%ADncipe-tomtord-terminada-%F0%9F%92%99aclaraci%C3%B3n%F0%9F%92%99?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Kshushaaa Está historia es un AU (universo alternativo) del juego de Mario. Tom/seme(activo) Tord/uke(pasivo) Jamás haré Tordtom, sino te gusta andate a otro lado por que solo hago tomtord. • Tengo errores de ortografía • los personajes no me pertenecen son de la serie Eddsworld, yo solo usaré para esta historia. • historia Yaoi ChicoxChico sino te gusta este contenido te pediré amablemente que te retires, de lo contrario bienvenid@ seas! Comenzada el 06/12/20 Terminada el 03/10/21
Introduction to the story ( the last sunrise )
The year is 2347. The Great Collapse left behind a scorched earth, devoid of life save for two: Tom and Tord. Tom, a grotesque anomaly, a human warped by radiation into a hulking monstrosity, possessed an unnatural immortality. Tord, frail and human, was a relic of a forgotten age.
Their history was a chronicle of conflict. Tom, burdened by his monstrous form and the weight of survival, had always pushed Tord away. He’d cloaked his fierce protectiveness in a veneer of hatred, a defense against the vulnerability his immortality couldn't mask.
But the wasteland had rewritten their narrative. The petty squabbles, the constant contradictions, were rendered meaningless against the backdrop of utter desolation. Tord, weakened by the poisoned air and a creeping illness, was dying.
Tom, despite his gruff exterior and his lifelong denial, had never truly wished Tord harm. The thought of losing him was an unbearable weight, a crack in the seemingly impenetrable armor of his monstrous form.
He’d spent months scavenging, piecing together a medical pod from the ruins – the "POD MEDICO," a testament to his frantic, desperate efforts. Its sleek, white casing housed a transparent chamber filled with a bubbling, teal fluid, a desperate attempt to replicate life-sustaining technology lost to time.
He’d placed Tord inside, the frail human form a stark contrast to Tom’s monstrous self. Now, he stood vigil, the only sound the rhythmic hum of the pod and the shallow breaths of the man inside. Tord was in a coma, but he was alive. That was all that mattered in this desolate, post-apocalyptic world. A testament not to the horrors of war, but to the stubborn, enduring power of a love buried beneath layers of denial and a lifetime of bitter arguments. A love that found its voice only in the face of utter destruction.