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Not today Justin
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Snufkin the Dark Sun by Igor Sid
how do draw good
fill 14 sketch book
bad stuff is good stuff bc you made stuff
do you like sparkle???? draw sparkle
draw what make your heart do the smiley emote
member to drink lotsa agua or else bad time
d ont stress friend all is well
your art is hot like potato crisps
don’t let anyone piss on your good mood amigo
if they do
eat
them
this fucking post
i finally found it
in the name of the Lord
World Heritage Post
Hotblood! Vol. 1: The Land of Promise Toril Orlesky 2025
Pet project
im so mad that one of the best dialogue exchanges in disco elysium is something the vast majority of players will never find on their own because the requirements for it are ridiculous
harry getting hatecrimed by a mysterious pair of eyes should be mandatory to the disco experience
i couldnt decide
og post
mischivous cat
they hate each other
On writing sexual tension
⊹ standing too close. like just barely not touching. why are their shoulders breathing on each other??
⊹ conversations that sound normal but feel like foreplay. “pass the salt” has never been so loaded.
⊹ one of them says something flirty and the other freezes for 0.2 seconds like “oh.”
⊹ eyes dropping to lips and then—back up. with effort.
⊹ holding eye contact just a little too long. like... are they gonna kiss or duel??
⊹ unintentional physical contact that lasts one second too long and now they’re both broken
⊹ a hand on the small of the back. that’s it. that’s the tweet.
⊹ tension so thick that other characters start noticing like “hey are you two okay?” (they are not)
⊹ “accidental” sleepovers. “oh no there’s only one bed.” yeah. suuuure.
⊹ biting back a smile. biting back a moan. biting anything really.
⊹ one of them walks away and the other has to physically restrain themselves from watching the hips
⊹ lots of sighing. frustrated sighs. horny sighs. “i want to kiss you but I’m emotionally unavailable” sighs.
Can you write reader eating sukuna’s booty like groceries🥰/srs
It was one of those few lazy days. Sukuna was lying on the bed, sound asleep with his face buried in the pillows. He was sprawled on his stomach, topless, wearing just comfortable light pink sweatpants you bought for him the other day. The sounds of raindrops and low rumble of thunder were heard from the outside.
After a moment you entered the bedroom and smirked at the sight of your husband taking his little nap in the middle of the rainy day. So cute. Your gaze went from his messy pink hair to his broad tattooed back and landed on his juicy ass. Sukuna definitely knew what he was doing lying like this with his taut ass on full display. You climbed up onto the bed and straddled the back of his thick thighs. You put both of your palms on his ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Perfect stress balls with perfect size for your hands. Sukuna let out a sleepy groan, but you ignored him and slapped his right ass cheek, making it jiggle.
"Brat, quit it…" he mumbled into the pillow. Sukuna was familiar with your shenanigans, so he wasn’t really surprised. You didn’t answer and just pressed your cheek to his ass, lying on it like on a cushion. You were smiling and caressing his flesh with your palm, giving it occasional pinches.
"Woman, you’re ridiculous," Sukuna huffed and raised his head to look at you over his shoulder. His face was covered in pillow lines, messy pink hair was making him look like a hedgehog.
"No, Kuna, you’re ridiculous," you murmured and straightened up again.
"You’re talking to the-!"
"Yes, yes, the King, I know," you giggled and slapped his ass one more time, harder than before. Sukuna just huffed again and hided his face back into the pillow, hugging it and mumbling something about insufferable brats he has to deal with. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how he arched his lower back slightly.
"That’s better," you patted his ass and pulled his pink pants down, revealing his juicy cheeks. You leaned closer, placing a kiss on his right cheek, giving it a bite, before doing the same to his other cheek. As you were covering his ass in kisses and bites, Sukuna continued to act nonchalant. But it was just a matter of time before you spread his cheeks and made him moan in the pillow when you touched his hole with your tongue.
"W-woman…"
"Man," you slapped his ass yet another time and finally buried your face fully between his cheeks while Sukuna was trying to suppress his pathetic moans. You were eating his hole like it was the last meal on Earth, squeezing his ass in your palms at the same time. You sucked his tight rim, your tongue drawing small slow, circular motions over it.
Sweet whimpering could be heard above you. As much as Sukuna loved acting like a damn brat, he also loved that you were nasty just like him, always keeping up with his twisted mind. You pulled back from his ass for a moment to spit on it and dive back in. After a few more minutes of feasting, you straightened up and softly caressed his plump ass.
"Do you want to come, baby?" you murmured and squeezed his flesh. Sukuna ignored you, hiding his red face away.
Slap!
"I said, do you want to come, rude boy?"
Silence.
"Yes…" Sukuna let out a bratty hiss.
"Everything for you," you leaned down to kiss his ass before you stood up from your spot to get a giant pink strap and scented lube from the drawer.
"Strawberry or vanilla, my king?"
A/N: I’m blocking you as I’m typing this.
walk’ em like dog!!!
ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself
So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow
aaaaaaaaaaa what the fuck i did not need to come upon such a nasty accurate verbalisation of my specific problem nooooooooo i have to fix it now FUCK i cannot aura farm in solitude?
you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.
The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.
This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.
We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.
FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.
Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.
the squiggly wiggler
Imagine helping Crocodile discover a new way to use his devil fruit
Before the cross guild's morning meeting
You: [watching Crocodile repeatedly thumbing the spark wheel of his sputtering lighter, attempting to light up a cigar] I have a question.
Crocodile: [cocks an eyebrow over at you for your audacity, lips still stubbornly clasped around the cigar]
You: Using your sand, how fast can you get your sand particles to move?
Crocodile: [uses his hand to show you he can move them faster than your eye can see]
Mihawk: [stops reading the newspaper to look up at you]
Buggy, the one who invited you: [looking nervously between you and Crocodile]
You: can you do that while compressing the particles?
Crocodile: [shrugs]
Mihawk: [mildly suspicious of you] Why?
You: [looks between the three men, to realize you might have fucked up, so you start back-pedaling] Oh, no, uh, I just figured if he compressed his sand while trying to circulate it rapidly, the friction would create enough kinetic energy to produce heat that was hot enough to light his cigar. I wasn't, like, meaning to offend.
Crocodile: [lifts his finger in front of him and tries what you just said, and gets it to glow red with heat]
Buggy: UHH?
Mihawk: ( = _ =)?
Crocodile: [lifts his cigar to the glowing whirl of sand pulls off the cigar, and chuckles, swirling smoke escaping his nostrils] Oh this will bring so many more possibilities to me.
Buggy: great, nice going jackass, now he's even more powerful.
You: You probably could use it to cook someone.
Crocodile: excuse me?
Mihawk: shut up, little bird, stop giving him ideas.
Crocodile: [Cages you against the couch with his arms and leans in close] Keep talking, I want to know what fucked up thing is floating around in that little head of yours.
You: [pulls away from him and averts your gaze]
Crocodile: [uses his hook to pull your chin towards him to make you look at him] Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Mihawk: [sighs loudly and leans back in his chair] Leave them alone, Crocodile.
Crocodile: [ignores them] tell me
You: if you have enough sand to encase someone, you could cook them alive.
Buggy: That's kind of scary, kid.
Mihawk: [runs his hand over his face] What the fuck.
Crocodile: [laughs and ruffles your hair after he processes your words] I like this kid, good job Buggy for finding this one.
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