#and the contortionist
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calicocry · 10 months ago
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listening to music and imagining what it'd sound like if i played it in band
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kittkattys · 9 months ago
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A couple of small anatomy studies I did using the boys over the last week :>
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intriga-hounds · 4 months ago
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CRYING laughing at these pics of Liquid Puppy
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maydeer · 1 year ago
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Moony🌙
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mishiami · 1 year ago
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dazai but he's weirdly flexible
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asstheticbabydolly · 2 years ago
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Touched by sunlight
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dance-world · 1 month ago
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Santeri Koivisto - photo by Olga Poppius
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awetfrog · 1 year ago
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you draw enki so cunty i didn't expect it but i do love it
he is serving and I am just eating it up
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bugfayce · 7 months ago
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More outlast oc stuff, Amelia and an expop oc i recently made
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coiled-dragonart · 2 months ago
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Circus AU with contortionist twins when???
I just really love drawing poses like this and the twins being hyperflexible is such a fun idea ehehe
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socratezeuxis · 4 months ago
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(via Arkadiusz Branicki on X: "good morning friday 🖖 yes, I like simplicity in art. there is so much beauty in the human body that nothing more is needed. https://t.co/FCFDzEdTBY" / X)
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corrie-zodori · 24 days ago
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Just Rigby being Rigby~
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intriga-hounds · 2 years ago
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that’s a “no”
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millipedegf · 1 year ago
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all i've been drawing as of late are little jesters and clowns etc ...
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sinning-23 · 1 year ago
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Bend
Still obsessed, and I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.
Buggy x Contortionish! Reader
Warnings: tension you can cut a knife with, uhhhh yeah yall good
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Your body was like that of a slinky, yet unlike the spindly toy when tangled, you managed to slip your joints back into place with ease. Your back twisting while your legs bend and turn at your whim, you head and neck turning to slide under the gap of your legs.
As far as he knew you hadn’t consumed a devil fruit so how the FUCK was that even possible. It was like your bones turned to putty, almost nonexistent beneath your skin. Skin he dreamed of feeling under his rough fingertips, letting the warmth heat up his palms.
He couldn’t bear to breathe, heart pounding at the thought of something going wrong and you possible hurting yourself. But you never did, always lifting with your own body strength out of a maticulous back bend to stand and smile with those pearly whites. You blow kisses to the audience and pack up the suitcase you had popped out of to exit the stage.
You’d never really paid that much attention to your Captain….bold faced lie. You alway paid attention to your Captain more than any crewmen ever really should. You threw hardest stunts and pulled your best tricks just for him to glance at you.
You’d always seeked approval, something your past had molded in your character. And when it came to someone you, more or less, held high or admired on a different scale, that aspect jumped out before you could catch it. So when your Caprain made a point to compliment your performance, you took it to heart, stretching more, bending until you felt like you’d snap in half despite years of contortion training and gymnastics.
Your grin is wide and he notices. It didn’t take much to realize how hard you worked when it came to having your Captain observe your acts. He could tell, he could always tell and that why you were here. The piece of him that seeked for someone to want to do more because of him, overachieve for him, be good for him, ate it up.
“Did I do good?” You ask breathlessly, (e/c) hues gazing so longingly into his own. He knew his pupils were blown wide.
Natural human reaction when seeing something you want.
Buggy can’t help but grin at the statement. There you were, chasing his approval and looking at at him like some lost puppy looking for scraps. And that’s exactly what he’d give you. Glimmers of hope and small compliments so that you’d keep chasing him. Keep wanting more. Keep wanting him. Don’t overdo it but still get the point across. No matter how bad he wanted to tell you just how flawless you seemed.
“Of course you did! My pretty, skilled, performer.”
You nod at the statement, smile and eye brighter than ever.
And it was sweet….until it wasn’t.
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You’d performed again tonight per Buggy’s request considering this particular pillage went far better than expected. All he needed to end it was to see your beautiful body bend and twist and for you to smile at him like how you usually did! Accept…you didn’t. Your act was great per usual, but instead of asking HIM what he thought, you were talking to some other crew mate. That same smile he he’d claimed as only his so selfishly, was being flashed to this goon.
And gods did it burn him up inside.
Jealousy? What the fuck was he, 12? He knew you weren’t his and he didn’t own you or control every aspect of your like but damn it if he didn’t want to. If he had it his way you’d never leave his arm.
There it was. That brief glance in his direction with tinted cheeks. You’d rather be talking to him this intensely. He can see your facade begin to crumple. Responses in the conversation becoming short and as soon as the other bastard had left you practically sprinted to him.
“Lovely conversation you were having princess?” He growls, making your mouth open but quickly closes again. Your heart flutters at the pet name.
"I-I was just...anyway, did I do-" Before you could even finish you captain was grabbing you by the face, eyeing you in a way that could only be described as territorial.
“I-I-I,” he teased your stutter.
“Why don't you ask me that later? And I'll show you just how good you are." Its a promise but feels so much like a threat it makes your legs wobble.
He releases you, eyes somehow darker with something....more, his pupils damn near taking the entirety of his irises. You could've sworn they darted to your lips but before you could process he walked off, leaving you wrecked.
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Orders were orders, and if you weren't anything else, you were obedient. He did say to ask later, so there you were, standing nervously in front of your captain's quarters searching for...hell, you couldn't even answer that.
What fantasies had you cooked up in your little love-sick brain that made you do this? Were you hoping he'd praise you more? Tell you how special you were, how beautiful, how talented you'd been earlier. All the while having you kneeled down, head resting against his thigh.
What were you expecting? A reward for trying your best for him? For his attention. For him to stroke your cheek and tell you that you were doing so good with his length training your inexperienced throat?
You swallow hard, shaking the thoughts from your head before hesitantly knocking. There's a silence....
one second...
two seconds....
You knock again, the door being thrown open with a rather irritated growl verberating from the other side that startles you. And there he is...just him, looking so wound up, as if he was expecting something, but what you assume was at the sight of you, makes the look soften.
There’s a silence but he soon moves out the way do the frame as if to invite you in. And you do, eyes wandering around the state of his room. It was….almost magical. Like something out of a dark fantasy, trinkets handing from the ceiling, things over the walls. Messy but calculated, like only he would be able to find what he needed in the clutter because in his head, it was a system that suited him.
“You came.” He stated, vest open for you to catch a glimpse of his chest, scars littering him here and there and it makes your throat close.
“You called.”
There’s a silence and you open your mouth to speak but quickly close it. What even possessed you to come here at this damn near ungodly hour?! Oh that’s right, you horny little brain and an unfulfilled praise kink did. He’s eyeing you, hands fidgeting at his sides. That look, eyes low and focused, shining when they looked at you, like he was, debating this.
“I didn’t tell you how you did earlier, is that why you decided to show up?” He questions, already knowing the answer.
You freeze up, nodding yes but that wasn’t a good enough response for him. There he goes, grabbing your chin to focus but you feel like it’s no use, your brain is moving a million miles a minute.
“You said you’d show me. So, are you a man of your word Captain?”
He groans at your response, thumb trailing down your already parted lips. Dangerous is what you were, but so good, so desperate for praise. Hell, he’d never admit it, but so was he. This was a sure fire recipe for disaster, two bitched with praise kinks and attachment issues. All he could mutter out with list filled venom was a simple command you’d be all to happy to comply with.
“Bend.”
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asstheticbabydolly · 2 years ago
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How does a weekend in bed sound?
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