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emilkyyyy😋
@oceansatedogs.bsky.social
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hi i'm émile! late 20s🏳️‍⚧️ i have a big... heart❤️💕 :)

check out my art @ #dogdraws
other stuff https://listography.com/emilecore

yes i love whatever pervert sex bullshit people make shit about. leave
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November 13, 2025 at 1:11 PM
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GUSTAVE VS. ELIO... LEARN THE DIFFERENCE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! #dogdraws #ocposting #expedition33 #clairobscur #clairobscurexpedition33
November 13, 2025 at 5:27 AM
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November 13, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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Ewio and primwose..... #dogdraws #ocposting
November 13, 2025 at 2:04 AM
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holy shit i've spent THAT MUCH TIME PLAYING STARDEW??????!!!!
November 12, 2025 at 5:33 AM
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blinks cutely. 68... hours.....,,
November 12, 2025 at 5:28 AM
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bonus Gustave #dogdraws
November 7, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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in another life, right? #dogdraws #clairobscur #expedition33 #gustave #maelle
November 7, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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Verso playing the piano for Maelle :( #dogdraws #clairobscur #expedition33 #verso #maelle
November 6, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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Magnolia about Polynya when she's beefing with her brother about him never being home and actually present for his family
November 5, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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expedition 69... Nice
November 2, 2025 at 3:21 AM
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gustave<33
November 1, 2025 at 5:30 AM
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I never played the newer games so idk anything about mega forms but he's lowkey kinda cute
October 30, 2025 at 9:37 PM
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i snapped with this (it's porn) #dogwrites
What he thinks of doing and then what is done are like a melody over a bassline. He should tell her to stop, push her away, tell her that this is wrong—and yet his body continues, like a beat, never stopping. It trembles when she puts her mouth on him, gleaming with sweat; and quiet moans reverberate like the baritone tune of taut horsehair rubbing against the strings of a cello. Between every half-finished sentence was a fuck, followed by shit, and whatever sense left in him he tried to speak was soon interrupted by much of the same. So, the machinations of his body were involuntary. Autonomous, more than his actual prosthetic arm. And if his moans were the strings, then his heart set the pace—a metronome encased in a bone. His lungs soon followed the tempo at half-time: the rise and fall of his chest quickened as his breaths labored in their light crescendo and decrescendo of this overture.
October 29, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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Obsessed with this guy. Random english and french xddd
October 29, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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I can sexualize anything
October 29, 2025 at 6:46 AM
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sorry i haven't been tagging my writing as of late LOL. anyways small break from meliody wip for gustave wip (sister drabble to something a friend is writing :p) #dogwrites
Gustave loved the people of Lumière, and its people loved him likewise. He spent the better of his three decades as an engineer, giving back what little he could to his people, if not life itself. One of his first acts of love was the day he and so many good men and women gave their people the gift of light—it was a project of massive scale, and it took half a year and a few days more before the once-broken streetlights turned into manmade stars, every single one of them almost as bright as the ones in the sky. And the people of Lumière took to the streets, for three days and three nights, with lively music and dancing and laughter, oh, and wine. Of course, what’s a party without a little wine? And for his second act of love, he fed them until they were full—with fresh fish and fruit and vegetables. Before then, supply was more limited; it was whatever they could catch in nets off the bay, and what they could grow there at home, besides flowers. They’d hoped at least one expedition would succeed, bringing along with them not just Lumière’s future, but seeds as well. Things they could only imagine, never touch: grains other than wheat, exotic fruits—and not just apples and grapes—but ones sweet or sour to the tongue. The taste of summer itself, delights which stay fantasy. Gustave, with help from Sciel and Sophie, would bring a few of these to the food stalls of their farmer’s market. With some late nights spent pouring into the pages of old books, words of encouragement, and modifications made to the existing foods they already grew through what Gustave liked to call ‘magic’ to Lune’s annoyance, they created something new. And the people of Lumière rejoiced, in their homes with food on their tables. And the third act of love? Many people would argue it was the Shield Dome which kept them all safe, and yes that was one of them, but far from being the most important, according to Gustave. It was Maelle.
October 29, 2025 at 5:26 AM
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je te laisserai des mots

cover for my gustave playlist
#dogdraws #expedition33 #clairobscur
October 27, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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gustave but in color #dogdraws
October 27, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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drawing my wife from expedition 33 to cheer up #dogdraws #expedition33 #clairobscur
October 27, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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I need to write a Gustave and Maelle drabble to cope after Act 1
October 26, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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October 23, 2025 at 11:26 AM
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I have a type and they keep fucking multiplying
October 22, 2025 at 1:41 PM
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The sound of laughter is like the rustling of leaves and grass- natural and inevitable for human nature
Whispers became words spoken, and they could barely contain their laughter for much longer; the air erupted with their voices, joy bursting at the seams. It was a sound so natural, so free, no more different than the song of birds in spring or the swaying of tall grass windswept like waves over a sea of green and gold. They laughed and laughed for what felt like forever—until their lungs gave out, and there was no sound left. And when they could breathe again, they laughed some more.
October 20, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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he's ruining my life
October 17, 2025 at 5:22 AM