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bg3 challenge • 1 act
#baldur's gate#bg3#bg3edit#bg3challenge#mine*#dailygaming#gamingedit#act 2 makes my brain go brrrrrrr
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just huskerdust being in each other's faces
#or as I like to call them#THE LOSER BOYFRIENDS#they make my brain go brrrrrrr#huskerdust#husk x angel dust#angel dust#husk#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel
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Warm <3
#I am an ardent lover of little spoon Cody#I just want them to be comfy cozy#the digital sketches of intimate moments make my brain go brrrrrrr#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#star wars#the clone wars#fanart#cc 2224#my artwork#tcw#obi wan#clone wars#star wars the clone wars
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[kaleidoscopic thoughts and crystalline dreams]
a lil Ashton speed paint bcs i love them~
#critical role#ashton greymoore#critical role fanart#cr fanart#bell's hells#crystal boy make brain go brrrrrrr
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tumblr tuesday: Black fashion photography
Fashion editorial, but do it for the culture. Has your dash been a little wan of late? Lacking in a little visual drama? Then this Tuesday has just what the doctor ordered: neon threads, earthy lighting, immaculate drip.
@markelzey:
@eyeofscottie:
@aagdolla:
@trapezoidmouth:
@robertcooper1127:
@bushakiye:
@chubbyteaa:
@cleocartwrightphotography:
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@freakishnerd:
@sianeh16:
#tumblr tuesday#black fashion photography#brains going brrrrrrr#Black excellence#Black culture#Black power#Black fashion#Black aesthetics#Black joy#Black tumblr
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perfect dimensions
(Carmy x Designer!Reader)
Summary: The Bear is weeks from opening, and Sugar hires an interior designer to bring the vision to life. Part 1/3.
Warnings: cursing, WILL contain smut later 👀NO use of Y/N because this is the 21st century. Carmy x female!reader, reader is described as having longer hair but that’s it for physical descriptions. NOT EDITED because I’m lazy girl tehe
—————————MINORS DNI——————————
“I hired a designer,” Natalie tells them in passing on Thursday, waving a vague hand when both Syd and Carmy open their mouthes to ask, “She’ll be here in like, twenty minutes.”
“Okay, heard, but we already have a design,” Carmy says, gesturing to the wall covered in layouts.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had a degree in architecture and engineering. Those are fake dimensions, Bear; we don’t know shit about anything, so someone is going to come in and make sure that we’ve got the right fucking shade of white!” Natalie shouts before the office door slams shut, leaving Syd and Camry to stare after her with equal confusion.
“Pregnancy is making her…” Syd starts to say.
“Mean?”
“Yeah, mean. Definitely a little mean,” Sydney sighs, “She’s right though. Vibe doesn’t get us to opening night.”
And that’s how Carmen finds himself stuttering through an introduction from a now much-more-pleasant Natalie when she shows a woman through the front doors.
Carmen extends his hand to you, clearing his throat, nodding like a fucking idiot when you tell him your name.
“Yeah,” he says, “I’m uh, I’m Carmen.”
“Nice to meet you,” you say, mouth spreading into a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. “Walk me through?”
Natalie takes the lead while Carmy and Syd hang back. One glance at the look on his partner’s face should have sent Carmy scrambling for something else to do, but he’s not fast enough to remove himself from her presence before a laugh is bubbling from between her closed lips and he’s desperately hoping his face isn’t turning red.
“Im, uh, Carmen,” Syd lowers her voice in a mocking tone.
“Fuck right off,” Carmy shakes his head at her.
“You literally forgot your name!”
“I didn’t forget my fuckin’ name—“
“Like oh my god, a pretty girl with pretty eyes appears and you forget how to talk!”
“Are you done?”
“Absolutely not. I can’t wait for Richie to meet her.”
Carmen wishes the day would never come.
Ten minutes later you appear back in the dining room, Fak following close behind with a shit-eating grin that makes Carmy wish he had never gotten out of bed this morning.
“Carmy! Did you know she likes to bake?”
“No, Fak, we’ve only just met. Would you let her do her job?” Carmen sighs, rubbing his fingers into his eyes to stop an oncoming headache. Syd snorts.
“We’ll chat more later, Neil, I promise,” you say.
“You might have just made yourself a new best friend,” Syd laughs.
Carmy looks away the moment your eyes swivel over to his, trying to disguise that he’s staring as best he can.
“So,” you say, “Natalie said you had drawings. May I see?”
Camry’s fingers itch in a weird way, but he manages a nod before striding over to his backpack to pull out the notebook while you scan the wall of swatches and inspiration photos. You nods your head a little, like you’re concocting an idea.
Carmy wants to twirl a finger through the strand of hair hanging loose out of your updo.
“So, uh, this is what I’ve come up with so far.”
He then spends the next ten minutes walking you through each of the drawings, explaining himself a little too thoroughly, and making random comments about lighting and booth fabric. You look intent the whole time, brow furrowed at the page, occasionally pointing and you don’t even have to say anything—Carmy just starts to over explain immediately following the point of your painted fingernail.
When he’s done, you nod your head slowly, the corner of your mouth twitching up. You’re wearing some sort of lipstick that reminds Carmy of the stain of touching a cherry pit.
“These are amazing,” you say finally, and Carmy feels his face heat. “I like the vibe. I love the vibe, actually. Are you a sensitive person?”
You look up at him and Carmy short-circuits.
Syd says yes, at the exact time he says no.
“Conflicting signals,” you say, “Anyone else to weigh in?”
It takes a second for him to realize that you’re making a joke, and he has to shake himself out of a stupor caused completely by the sight of your smile.
“Uh, no, no I’m good. Gimme feedback,” he says, and you reach out to flip the pages back, landing on the entry.
“Great. I’m going to tell you what we need to fix,” you say, straight to the point. “This entry is too small. Either we need to extend out into the sidewalk, or we need to push the kitchen back by at least five or six feet. The bar is going to create a bottleneck right here, and we need to inset these shelves to give you a little more working room. The lighting here needs to be sconces, and the bathroom doors need to slide to maximize space—this is too small for a swinging door.”
Carmen is fully intent on taking in every word you’re saying, but out of the corner of his eye he can’t help but see Syd’s face transform into something mildly resembling devious.
“Heard,” Carmy says, nodding his head as you looks back up. “Let’s rock.”
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You become a fixture in Carmy’s life in the same way that Sydney or Richie or Nat are, appearing every time he turns the corner and whispering a hello in passing before you start barking orders to the contractors who listen to your every word. Strangely, he can relate. A week ago you told him, Carmen, please decide which side of the bar you want the ice machine on, and do it quickly so I can tell the water guy when he gets here. He’s never made a decision so fast in his life.
Even Nat had popped an eyebrow when he replied, on it, before you’d even really finished your sentence.
Usually, he’s on autopilot—walking in and straight back to the office or the kitchen and hardly ever stopping to notice what’s going on. He’s the first one in and the last one out by design, so he doesn’t even see everyone else arrive until they’re already there.
This morning, though, Carmy walks into the kitchen to see you already there, writing something out in a notebook as Natalie talks, waving her hands wildly.
“Okay, I got you,” you’re saying only glancing up when Carmy’s shoes shuffle too loudly on the floor. “Oh! Good, you’re here. I need you.“
Carmy raises his eyebrows. “Need me?”
“To look at paint swatches,” you say, ushering him into the main dining area. The words ring in his head like bells as he follows you, the scent of your perfume surrounding him as he walks through the crowd of it. You smells so good, and it reminds him of New York City somehow, the faint scent of rain.
He figures that you must have come in even earlier than he and Natalie both, because you’re dressed more casually than usual, and there’s a charm necklace dangling over your tee shirt that he tries to identify when you turn without you realizing he’s staring. He makes out a paintbrush and nothing else.
“Right, so,” you start, gesturing to the wall. There’s a beat of silence with them both staring at the three swatches on the wall, and then Carmy turns towards you.
Your words overlap.
Carmy says, “I hate them.”
At the same moment, you say, “They’re horrible, right?”
Carmy laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, not it.”
“Okay, so hear me out.” You say, leaving his side to pull something from your folder. “Pink.”
“Pink?”
“Like, oyster shell pink. Neutral enough that in the low light it’ll look pale, almost indiscernible from white. And this wall—“ you point to the back where the booths will be and shake your head. “Has to be a mural. It’ll look unfinished if it’s bare.”
Carmy nods along with everything that you say, trying to envision it. “What kind of mural?”
You tilt your head, chewing at your lip. Carmy completely short-circuits for an embarrassingly long second.
“I might have some ideas,” you say in a soft voice, crossing over to the table where you’ve set your things and pulling out a black sketchbook.
“Two artists in residence, huh?” Carmy jokes, his stomach fluttering when you smile.
“Do you draw anything other than food and restaurant interiors?” You ask.
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes,” you repeat, looking up at him. He knows that you want him to elaborate—he would never admit out loud that he spends the hours he’s not cooking trying to replicate the way your necklace hangs off of your neck and the curve of your wrist.
Occasionally he doesn’t do weird, obsessive, borderline creepy things—sometimes he sketches the buildings outside his window as the sun goes down, or tries to remember what the boat in Copenhagen looked like, or that one place he used to drink coffee at in New York.
Your eyes narrow at him just a little, like you’re trying to read all the things he’s not saying.
He dips his head, half to look at the page you’ve opened the notebook to and half to get out from under the scrutiny of your pretty eyes.
“That’s insane,” Carmy finds himself saying, looking down at the waves of color on the page. “It looks like, almost like wood? Or marble. That’s—fuck, that’s so cool.”
The page is covered in shades of brown and deep green and black, melding together into something that reminds him of tree rings or stained wood panels, muted like an old chinoiserie river painting.
“You could hire someone to change it out seasonally maybe, it’d be cool, but I think something like this would look nice with the color of the wood we picked for the tables—“
“Will you do it?” Carmy asks, fingertips tracing over the edge of the paper and coming away brushed with color—oil pastels. “Could you, I mean, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it like this.” He tells you, rubbing the tips of his fingers together and watching the color meld together before meeting your eye.
Your mouth is parted, eyes wide as you look at him, and he gets the urge to flick your bottom lip to see if it’s as soft as it looks.
“I,” you start to say, “Yeah. I can do it. If you want me to.”
“I do,” he says, too quickly. “Want you to. Paint it.”
Because what else would he be asking you to do? He wants to throw his entire brain into the blender on high.
“Okay,” you say, “I’ll start tomorrow.”
He makes a mental note to make sure he’s there all day to peer through the windows and watch you work.
#Syd is Carmy’s biggest fan and also his biggest hater#Carmy see girl and brain go brrrrrrr#Carmy don’t be creepy challenge#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy the bear#the bear hulu#the bear fx#designer au#the bear au
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today had been eventful but through horrible impulsive actions we're now distracted fully from the horrors <- got a tongue piercing without thinking it through
#didn't ask the rest of the system and it hurts#BUT COOL PIERCING MAKES BRAIN GO BRRRRRRR#more blood than i expected but didn't hurt like i thought it would 🤔#anyways now ur bitch REALLY cant talk lmaoo#<- tongue is swoll#wood wide web
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1 like = 1 spank
#when will it be my turn#sub thoughts#brain go brrrrrrr#omg when#cnc k!nk#it’s me#me and who#needy tini
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*SxF ch102 manga spoilers*
I’m glad we got confirmation that there was a second East-West war but I was surprised that Martha fought in it. I figured that she would be disillusioned with war and all but I guess she had her reasons too.
Maybe this was when she got involved with the Blackbells. I can also see her and Henry having another disagreement over her decision and this is how they got estranged again. Would explain their neutral interactions during the Bus Hijacking arc.
#spy x family#this arc is making my brain go brrrrrrr in the best way possible!#martha marriott#henry henderson#sxf manga spoilers#sxf manga#sxf ramblings
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Price, fertility clinic, finding the mother of his children…
He knows he wants kids, he wants the whole picket fence lifestyle but he doesn’t want to have to court someone and get them used to the idea so he goes to all the clinics he can under the guise of looking for information about donating just to scope them out. And once he finds someone he likes he’s all “you’re coming home with me, you’re having my children, you’re gonna be my wife and you’re never leaving me”
the thing about Price is that he's sooooo suited for like a mail order bride au or arranged marriage or that fertility clinic "meet cute" (lmao) idea because he's a very busy man that also desperately wants a family (at least, that's how i read him). he just doesn't have the time to do all that courting stuff, even though in another life he might enjoy it.
he's very romantic and very traditional, so of course he'd love to wine and dine a woman, but he doesn't have time to go through that whole journey only for it not to work out. he needs certainty. he needs to know that his efforts won't go to waste. now if he can indulge in the sensual, romantic stuff with the knowledge that she can't leave him :))
#thinking about a mail order bride for Price and my brain is going brrrrrrr#ceil writing#price x reader#price x you#price/reader#john price#captain john price#captain price#cod price
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Being with someone that gets off on hurting you <3
#makes my brain go brrrrrrr#Knowing that someone that loves me gets off on hurting me literally makes me so happy <3#im so much more of a masochist then i ever thought i would be#honey speaks
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I can't stop drawing that man. I black out and wake up to another screenshot redraw.
#venom#eddie brock#venom fanart#venom the last dance#that movie made me go insane#venom 1#lobster tank#my brain goes brrrrrrr
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Baldur's Gate 3 (2023) insp.
#catharisis of so much lost and so much won at once make brain go BRRRRRRR#astarion ancunin#bg3#bg3edit#vgedit#larianedit#astarion#astarionedit#dailyvideogames#bg3 astarion#bg3 act 3 spoilers#the pale elf#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#*#this dialogue is between him and Dalyria
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had to write this concept before i forgot it, lol. tw: toji! x chubby!reader, reader is mentioned to be bratty and submissive, use of pet names (mama, sugar, baby), breeding!, reader being cock drunk and toji is pussy drunk like a mf. per usual, i write with black women/woc in mind but all are welcome to read and enjoy. love ya!
toji fucks his pretty chubby bunny like there’s no tomorrow every. single. time.
now of course it took the two of you a bit of time to get comfortable with each other. and by the two of you, i mean you. at first, you were apprehensive to toji seeing you in a bra, much less completely nude!
but after a couple of months, the two of you grew to love each other and your guard completely crumbled to the ground. finally allowing toji to see you, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.
hence why now, it doesn’t matter the occasion, time, or place, when he can fuck you. but just how many times he can get u to cum before he does.
and right now, in your shared candle lit bedroom, he’s at a record number of three…
“jesus fucking christ baby, love it when you lemme fuck ya like this” toji says in between thrusts. there’s sweat beading at his hair line, causing his raven black hair to dampen ever so slightly.
mindless babbles and cries leave your lips as a response, causing him to chuckle and stroke you at a painfully slow pace.
“c’mon baby, talk ta me. lemme know how good i make ya feel.” he’s in your ear, but it feels like his voice is traveling all over you. at this point, you’re so delirious, it feels like he’s talking from inside your head.
“toji y’feel s’good. wanna do this f’rever” you say with a heavy tongue, glossy lips, and tears streaming down your face. if you’d have seen yourself right now, you would’ve ran away from him, but toji can only think to himself how beautiful you look right now.
beautiful hair splayed over the pillows in such a perfect way. your sleepy eyes looking up through those beautiful eye lashes. the perfect nose and full lips. silver jewelry all tangled from the movements, but he doesn’t care. how could he care when your body, that perfect and pliant body, is on display for him? so soft and pretty. smelling of vanilla, you’re like his own piece of heaven. one that he gets to build up and tear down each time you let him.
it’s why each time you let him fuck, he does it like he wants to put you through the mattress.
“forever huh? maybe you should quit that stupid job like i told ya. stay at home and sit pretty for me while i take care of ya. would ya like that mama? tell me sugar.” he’s baiting you, but you’re too cock drunk to care.
“yessss! yesyesyesyes! i’ll quit, i’ll do wha’ever toji jus please don’t stop” your eyes are crossing and your toes are curling. it’s quite shocking how toji can turn such a bratty girl like you into such a submissive and mailable mess.
but he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“‘kay baby. i won’t stop. not gonna till i fill ‘er up. make ya a mama. oh! yer lil pussy must reallyyy like that idea, she tightened up on me, hehe” he says. but his strokes are getting sloppier by the second, so you know he’s close too.
without a second thought, toji sticks his thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck on it. he pulls it out with a ‘pop’ and rubs tiny circles on your clit. it makes your legs shake while you attempt to close them despite toji’s body being in the way.
he grabs your face with his other hand and kisses you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before entering your mouth. at this point, the two of you are moaning and whining into each others mouths like some horny teens.
it’s amazing how your neighbors haven’t complained about the noise yet.
toji removes his mouth from yours and buries his head in your neck, “gonna cum baby. want it inside?” his voice is gravely and his thrusts are getting harder by the second.
“yes toji! wan’ it inside me!” you manage to whine out.
didn’t have to tell him twice, “okay baby, g’nna give it to ya- ah- fuck! there ya go baby. there ya fuckin go. take it all”. he’s cumming so hard that his jaw locked, forcing him to talk through his teeth. his hands pry your legs open as far as they can go, trying to savor as much of you as he can before the sensitivity kills him.
you can feel the warmth from his cum shoot deep into you, which triggers your fourth orgasm of the night. the two of you are mindlessly grinding against each other while riding out your highs. toji making note to not drop his full weight onto you, but hold you close, which results in you being elevated slightly off the bed.
soon after, you can feel toji set you down gently and lay on top of you. hes stroking your hair and wiping your tears away until he hears you let out a loud breath.
“ya back with me mama?” voice laced with concern.
“m’okay now toji.” you say with a slightly shakey voice. your hand comes up to brush some of his hair out from in front of his eyes.
toji sits back on his knees, still inside you, and examines your face and upper body for any signs of him being too rough.
“was scared i hurt ya. i know i can get a lil too rough at times” he says while rubbing your boobs gently.
you let out a small laugh and adjust yourself on the bed, causing your hips to move back slightly on toji’s dick. he tries not to hiss at the feeling but his brain has turned to mush again and now all he can think about is how good you smell. “you’re never too rough toji. i’d tell you if you were”. you say with such a sweet and gentle smile, meanwhile toji feels like a fucking rabid animal.
and suddenly, he’s laying on top of you again, kissing and sucking on your neck. his hands have moved back down to your thighs where they’ve begun to push your legs back.
his head knocks into your jaw and he licks the side of your mouth. his body is burning hot and he’s running low on stamina, but he can’t help himself.
“good. cause m’still hard”.
#toji x reader#toji x chubby reader#toji x black y/n#toji x y/n#toji thirst#toji x black reader#daddy toji#need him to crack me open like some crab legs#toji makes the brain go brrrrrrr
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lucanis getting sent off like rook’s personal little attack dog……. hot
#him playing such an important role in the main missions makes my brain go brrrrrrr#take the most powerful & important weapon existing in the world right now#the unwavering trust even after the last shot when lucanis only saw failure#rook knowing there’s only one person who will get it done and he’s got the right man for the job#big woof#playing dragon age#lucanis dellamorte#zeta mercar#da4 spoilers#veilguard spoilers
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Back!!!
Have some cover art I made for my au playlist/s for myself
This one is just inspired by this from that on post on cannoneer but too lazy to find it so here is a wiki screenshot.
So yeah just something cute
This one Gives lofi beats to relax and study to vibes (except it's horror) XD
Also have some alt versions of these below
Simple colors on characters
The black and white traditional lineart
Really been enjoying doing my linart traditionally then coloring digitally lately as you can see. Just feels nice because lineart wise I feel the most comfortable traditionally while digital I feel like I suffer because I feel I don't have as much control . Coloring these digitally is nice though because I can pull off some effects I couldn't, can color fast, and there is the plus of not ruining the original lineart somehow. Anyway just some thoughts on the art process
#sky children of the light#sky cotl#sky children of the light fanart#sky cotl fanart#they came from the deep au#season of abyss#cannondoppel#doppelneer#doppelganger au#cackling cannoneer#anxious angler#art process go brrrrrrr in my brain and u can tell pen and ink is one of my favorite mediums#mixed media
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