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“And then things got a little unpleasant for a few years.”
“Dude, you were literally kidnapped and locked in a basement.”
“Yeah, and that was unpleasant.”
My favorite part of Act 2 is when the cutscene for Ketheric Thorm's boss fights starts, and the first thing we see are Orin's feet. What a good day. I love them, thangs. I wanna suck on them like it's the 4th of July.
Honestly I'm so glad that none of my mutuals know this blog because I know they wouldn't think any less of me but christ I cannot let any of them see this shit I'd be cooked
in this house we respect the “we shouldn’t be doing this” to dry humping to wet messy pussyjob to “fuck it” creampies pipeline.
Sometimes you just gotta draw a guy making out nasty style with another guy. It's good for the soul. You can also do this with women too did you know
thinking about the many ways in which my ocs will fuck nasty
Hii!! I was wondering if you may do a somewhat spicy snippet that involves a villain and detective and 💫handcuffs💫 ? I understand if not though! Hope you have been well and good luck to any final exams you have🌸
"You'd think," the villain said. "That with all the hardened criminals they deal with on a day to day basis, your colleagues wouldn't be so afraid to pat down little old me. I mean." The villain widened their eyes. "Look at me. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on all this?"
"You bite."
The villain flashed them a sharp grin, entirely too delighted by the fact that most would not get in a three foot radius. "If I lick it, it's mine. Them's the rules."
The detective sighed, (not really) long-suffering, even as they approached.
The villain was, admittedly, gorgeous. In a slightly feral sort of way. Gorgeous in the way a volcano could be stunning, right before it erupted and burnt down everything you loved.
The precinct waiting room was empty apart from the two of them; promptly abandoned ever since the hero had deposited the beautiful monstrosity on their front door and then left. As if the rest of them mere mortals were equally equipped to deal with super villains. Bastard.
"Besides. I'm cuffed and everything," the villain continued, jingling the chains. "I'm harmless."
"You're the bane of my working life," the detective grumbled without venom. "I'm going to have so much paperwork. This isn't even my job to do this. Stand."
The villain pushed gamely to their feet, stepping close and into the detective's space. The detective had gone through the whole routine - because the villain always escaped - enough times not to flinch.
"You look tired, detective," the villain said, a little softer.
"Bane. Of. My. Working. Life."
"I could bribe someone to do the paperwork for you."
The detective snorted, beginning to thoroughly pat the villain down. They extracted paperclips, and all manner of objects from the villain's pockets - knowing by now where to look in the hidden folds of material, knowing that everything had the potential to be dangerous.
They could feel the villain's eyes on them, intent and burning. They could feel the villain's breath, the heat of them, so close. They could smell the crackle of their power in their air, not entirely offset by the cuffs, only limited. If they shivered, well, it was because of that. A valid reaction to threat. Not...not...
The detective swallowed. "Stop that."
"I'm behaving."
"You look like you're planning to eat me."
"How would you know that? My eyes are up. You're the one feeling me up."
"I'm not-" The detective bit their lip, gaze moving to the villain's.
The villain's eyes were very bright.
"You look like you're planning to eat me," the detective said again, and even managed deadpan.
"Well, we did cover that if I lick it, it's mine, already. Didn't we?"
They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be-
The villain, lightning quick, lethally quick, pressed a kiss to the detective's blushing cheek. Exposing the utter uselessness of the denial. "I wouldn't mind," the villain said, against the detective's ear. "If you did. Feel me up. I know you wouldn't mind either."
The detective swallowed again, but it did nothing to make their mouth less dry. They kept their hands very professional. They did not jerk back, or jerk their head away, or admonish the villain.
They told themselves it was because it was only words, and far better than the villain snapping those cuffs like they were nothing, but...
Well. They were lying. It was true, but they were utterly lying to themselves, and they probably both knew it. The villain could no doubt dismantle and reveal that lie as easily as the rest.
The villain's teeth and tongue grazed, feather-light, against the shell of their ear.
If I lick it, it's mine.
"Right." The detective's voice was hoarse. "I think you're all done."
"Mm," the villain said, giving them a look of 'oh not nearly done enough with you, dear', though they let the detective step back.
No. Not let. They were cuffed. The two of them had only ever met when the villain was restrained.
"Let's go," the detective said. "You know how it goes by now."
"Indeed." The villain's head tilted. "You know there's a reason that hero of ours keeps dropping me off at your precinct and nobody else's these days. You know that right?"
The detective froze.
"Just something to think about," the villain said, and sauntered themselves off in the direction of the cells. "Come lock me up."
The detective released a shaky breath, and fovillowed.
Of course.
dehumanized characters who reject their dehumanization, who scream that they're a person, they're human, they're just like you!! vs dehumanized characters who embrace their inhuman status, who don't care if they're perceived as dangerous as long as they're not perceived as lesser, who say 'fuck humanity, I'm something different but I'm still worth the same as you'
Whumper and Whumpee who are on the same team. Whumper will provoke whumpee until they snap and then go cry to the rest of the team so that Whumpee develops a reputation for having a temper and being emotionally volatile. Now everytime they express something they’re dismissed.
So when Whumper starts causing real damage; starts crossing lines and escalating past verbal altercations, starts showing up at Whumpees house after fights so they can ‘finish things properly’. Until they start threatening Whumpees position on the team, saying that if they tell anyone about the little predicament Whumpee is in, they’ll tell everyone that Whumpee is the one threatening Whumper.
What’s worse? They recorded a video of Whumpee snapping after a particularly bad fight, snowing Whumpee cursing, threatening, and snapping at Whumper. Of course, the earlier footage, of Whumper beating the daylights out of Whumpee is all conveniently edited out.
Artifecal Inceligence
I need to draw some freaky pervert shit tbh
Could you write vampire hero×villain, if you want of course.I thought it would be cool and I really like your writing:))
"Do you think," the villain panted, "that fighting me balances your scales? That brandishing your violence in the name of some ideological good makes up for the parasite you are?"
The words would have cut deep, would have made them feel blistered beneath the all-seeing light of the sun, if the hero wasn't somewhat distracted by the blood dripping down the villain's chin.
It was a (not) funny thing. No matter how far they came in their self-control, there was always a moment when the blood pulled at something animal in them.
They wanted to suck the blood off the villain's lower lip.
They wanted to bite the soft skin of their slightly trembling thighs.
Taste the pulse roaring with the villain's cruel bravado.
The villain laughed, acidly, breathlessly, immediately noticing the hero's preoccupation. They licked their own lips cleaned, grinned to bear their bloody teeth.
"What would you even do," they said, "if I spilled a citadel of blood for you? Would you even be able to think straight, saviour?"
The hero took a stalking step closer, then another, and then in a blur the villain was right there and the hero had shoved them hard against the wall. All heat and flesh and bloodbloodblood pumping. Oh, how the villain's heart was hammering.
The villain swallowed. Primal terror and something else, darker, recognisable from the cages in the hero's own soul.
"God," they whispered, venomously, adoringly, "look at you. You monster."
It was true. They were a monster. A parasite. A vampire desperate to do enough good in their eternity to wipe out the thing they were, the blood they demanded, just by existing.
The villain looked at them like they were god, or death, and maybe it was the same thing. Most people just looked frightened.
Still.
"No," the hero said. "I think nothing will even my scales. I think compared to me, you're still a good little kid, cowering beneath teh bedsheets, afraid of the dark."
The villain faltered. They bit their lip. Their eyes were wide and wild in the gloom.
The hero leaned in, and the villain's breath betrayed them by hitching.
"But I'm trying," the hero said. They let their fangs graze against the villain's frantic pulse. "And yes, I think that counts for something. Maybe you should consider trying to be your best self too, hm? You have a dreadfully short life to be remembered for."
They bit down. They drank. They felt the villain groan, felt them squirm like they still remembered what power was. Then, when they were dazed and limp and incapable of hurting anyone else, the hero pulled back.
They took a moment to steady themselves.
The blood was rich on their tongue. The villain's memories lingered in the back of their brain like an after taste, complex and sad, already fading.
The hero felt human again. Raw. Messy. Bursting.
"You're under arrest," the hero said, soft, a little fond despite themselves. "Come along."
In hindsight, the more predatory parts of the hero thought it was a little cute that the villain had referred to it as a fight at all.
Communication is key
writing about a man struggling with what it means to be the receiving partner during sex while shaking my head vigorously to let everyone know *i* dont think being the receiving partner during sex inherently means anything