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My moon, my man.
My friend let me borrow her laptop for the time being— they unfortunately took my laptop away, it didn't belong to me anyways. I'm still pretty happy to use Mspaint.
On a lighter note, I was able to draw Finn! He's my oc if anyone's curious. Think of your typical Christian boy, goodie two shoes but secretly has internalized homophobia and is into drag.
Journaling!! I guess I'll start posting this here, doesn't seem to hurt if I start branching out to different as stuff nyah. I still wanna be known as that one Mspaint artist though HWHAHSH
Aight, pride month is over fuckers
*De-gays your passenger*
Should...should I finish..this....benson x Randy fic..
A work in progress,, been super fixated with the passenger and my friend sent me like photos of Johnny's photoshoot and I knew I just had to draw Randy in it BWHSHSSH
It's currently unfinished though!!!
this photoshoot is insane. it’s like the photographer knew one day there would be a whole lotta people interested in seeing this twink naked and in positions
Got nobody cause I'm brain dead
(drawn with Mspaint and a mouse)
I watched the doomed minecraft yaoi and it made me want to draw the king in piss but in my design but also in mspaint because I cried trying to learn krita T0T
#d3rking #sfawtde
THIS IS THE IDEA BTW, I'M D3RKING IT
I want them to sloppily make out T0T
stalker randy.
he’s been obsessed with benson for a while now, watching him every time they have a shift together and noticing his every move. after they get off work one night, randy decides to follow benson home on a whim. he turns his headlights off and trails behind him. the roads aren’t busy, so it’s not hard to keep eyes on him.
when benson starts slowing down and parking in front of his house, randy stops a couple houses down so he can see him get out of his car. he gets a rush out of watching the man he’s infatuated with when said man doesn’t know he’s around.
this becomes a regular occurrence. sometimes he’ll even drive by benson’s house when he’s out (or he’ll leave the house for the sole purpose of passing the house) on the off chance that benson is checking the mail, mowing the lawn, or just sitting on the porch nursing a beer.
he gets brave enough to get out of the car and walk up to the house when he knows benson isn’t there. he’ll steal a piece of mail from the mailbox or a cigarette from a box that was left on the front porch. he basically knows what the inside of the house looks like, too, as he has begun looking through windows.
one night, while looking through the window to benson’s room, he hears a car pull up. benson’s home. he tries to hide in the foliage and trees behind the house, but he can’t find a good spot.
there’s a shine of a flashlight coming towards him. he can hear benson call to him. “c’mon out, bradley! i know you’re here! i saw your car!”
randy slowly steps toward the light. when benson sees him, he notices that randy looks like a deer in headlights. he’s scared to death, even though he’s just facing repercussions for his own actions.
“what the fuck have you been doing around my house, you freak?!”
randy tries to stammer out an answer, but he can’t think of anything. randy thinks: how long had benson known it was him?
benson seems to read his mind. “i noticed the first day you followed me home. turning your lights off didn’t do shit. now get out of here if you don’t want me to beat your ass.”
randy runs to his car, tripping over his own feet and struggling to get up a couple times. he can barely start his car, not able to insert the key into the fob because his hands are shaking so badly.
benson shows up at work the next day like nothing happened. he makes sure randy drives off before him at the end of the day, though… just to be careful (totally not so he can follow randy home).
My boys…
Also I think Bensons favorite chiikawa character would be either Chiikawa (bc they remind him of Randy obviously or maybe that would make him hate the character idk) or it would be Kurimanju bc that’s his boy there
And for Randy I think either Hachiware, Rakko, or Momonga only bc I think Momonga would really remind Randy of Benson in a way (they are mean and selfish but in a way where it’s like “you’ll be happy if you give ME attention bc I’m so cute!!” And Benson does these things that put all attention on him a lot and I think Randy would find it funny and a small little way to get back at Benson lol)
Yayy anyway I’m happy with this it’s silly and I like it :D
there's tons of d3rking content on twitter and ao3! one of my fave fics got updated recently it's like 14 chapters n tons of smut haha
SEND LINK TO THE FIC ANONNN,,
Anddddd If you're referring to my recent post, I kinda just did that caption as a joke, Its kinda like an inside joke— I was joking with some friends how there weren't enough /sillyyyy
When you can't find D3rking content online so you just gotta do it yourself
I love a God who does not love me back.
I am the lamb upon the rack,
All bone and wool and splintered back.
I kiss the knife, I bless the blade,
And praise the hand by which it's made.
I am the fruit left rot to sweet,
The feast that no one comes to eat.
I am the beggar at His gate,
Knees worn raw by love and fate.
At night I kneel where insects nest,
Inside the cage of my own chest.
My hands are cupped, my head is bent,
My every prayer already spent.
“Let it hurt less,” is all I plead,
A cracked and quiet, aching need
A fragile plea, half-thought, half-fractured,
Swallowed whole by what comes after.
Perhaps He hears. Perhaps He feeds.
On all my little wants and needs.
Perhaps my pleas are grains of wheat,
Ground beneath indifferent feet.
Still I return. Still I come back.
A faithful dog upon the track.
Ribs showing through, eyes fixed above,
Mistaking hunger still for love.
For what is faith but this, in fact,
To crawl toward what won't crawl back?
And if He speaks, His words are few.
If He is there, I have no proof.
To bare your throat, your heart
Yet every night I drag myself back
Because when you've got nothing left to pack,
You love a God who won't love back.
I want to be ruined by you.
I want the kind of touch that leaves my body aching for days, the kind that stains skin with deep purple bruises and makes every movement hurt afterward. I want your hands rough and merciless, grabbing hard enough to leave marks shaped like fingerprints along my arms and throat.
I want to feel small beneath your anger, bent into something trembling and breathless while your grip tightens.
I want to be left wrecked. Lips split open from careless kisses, teeth dragging hard enough across skin to leave swollen bite marks blooming over my neck and shoulders. I want the sting of it, the heat of it, the dull throbbing ache settling into muscle and bone long after you’re gone. The room spinning, lungs burning, knees weak from being shoved down too hard against cold floors and unforgiving walls.
Not tenderness. Not softness. I want the kind of devotion that looks ugly when viewed too closely. The kind that consumes instead of comforts.
Something desperate enough to destroy me a little, to leave me bruised and shaking and still wanting more despite the pain crawling underneath my skin.
Randy between the End and Start of the movie Bensons
THREESOME????
