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thx for clicking on my page! im dirtbag :3
heres some of my stuff^^^♡ made this account just to post whatever i want- but mostly art i make and fanfics i write (o≧▽゜)o☆ !!! ((i dont take commissions tho soz))
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⬇️List of all my ao3 works AND all the fandoms im in, under the cut⬇️
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
straight up “drawing” it. and by “it” well haha. lets just say my Nothing
finally found this image. It expresss how I feel evertime I draw ship art perfectly
‘germanic warrior with helmet’ - osmar schindler (1902)
The second best thing about erotic art is seeing people reject their initial reaction to it. The comments are full of people saying “oh my first thought was,” and, yeah, your first thought was right. The barbarian youth is sexually dominating the old Roman order. If you actually could get your mind out of the gutter you’d be the first animal to ever do so.
writing is so fun
i hate writing so much
this is so frustrating
i’m a literal god at writing
not to sound like the joker but im not fucking around when i say weird al covering killing in the name completely seriously and not changing any of the lyrics at all is a very scary statement about society rn......... a man who built his entire career on whimsy and being sort of family-friendly doing a sincere rendition of killing in the name by rage against the machine. we've awoken Serious Alfred. we're so fucked.
cw flashing lights for the video
It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, weird or stupid. You matter.
what happens if im all 3?
All three??
Really?
(So horny it’s not even eliciting a physical reaction anymore) now draw them in a strained but ultimately polite professional relationship
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"i want them to make each other worse" i want them to have an impact on each other that's hard to define as objectively good or bad but is still sure to change the trajectory of their lives and alter their very being on a fundamental level forever
CHAPTER THREE OUT NOW! NO IT WAS NOT STARTED IN SEPTEMBER AND LEFT 3/4 COMPLETED WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship:
Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Characters:
Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Original Characters
Additional Tags:
It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Body Horror, Graphic Description, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Horror, Character Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Mystery, Conspiracy, Blood and Gore, Violence, Angst, Worldbuilding
Summary
Neo Opus is a city that chews you up and spits you back out with either a traumatic story or dead in the gutter. Harry Potter, known as Porter by his clients, is the one to call for all transportation needs. Whether that's for a person or something much more illegal, he doesn't care. As long as he is being paid.
Despite being the best damn driver in the city, his latest job goes in a direction he couldnt've predicted— by getting him wrapped up in the most insidious plot, one that's been lurking beneath glitzy buildings and shining idols for decades.
OR
Harry Potter in a Cyberpunk world.
me when i fucking GET YOU
