#give my that body Sir
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huh that was weird my laptop died :////
anyway idk what we want to call it?? bc "early mornin legality issues" is probably not a name that fits this one
"Two Chances, and You Lost Both." < - thats something I can see him saying. Cool thats the name now, nicknamed "early mornin legality issues"
#oc artwork#art#artists on tumblr#digital illustration#my beautiful son#Talek Fors Mhykal#My sweet little saintly sadistic rat of a son#this is so funny because the context before this painting is he ended a couple life subscriptions#would anyone know that#obvi now only those who have read through to here :D#congrats btw#kinda shockin tbh#please he has a Lovely chest/waist/hips ratio#give my that body Sir#idk if I should post more art or if its gonna be weird bc i post writing more than art?? halp#I should explain things#will I?#only time will tell#and you know time is a notoriously silent benefactor.#anyway goodday#or night#or afternoon#Have Fun in what ur doing :)
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God I love being a lesbian when you make art of girls so good.
More women for you lesbianon
#i drew these in like 30 minutes. if you recognize the Pinterest references I give you a cookie#hellsing#sir integra#seras victoria#laura chastel#Síomha#hellsing oc#my oc#my art#ask response#anyway#so true#the human body is art#women are art#i love it all#outfits my beloved
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Guess who's playing with God designs??
#my brain FINALLY decided HEY lets give them a body!!#first picture was from a concept a friend had#i desperately wanna ramble but idk how much would be spoilers ughh#anyway the ship has sailed im finally admitting to myself i fully ship tiis#this*#f u c k#god x pentious real#whats the ship name? heavenlyserpent?#is there a space in between??#got so many eyes and for what??#all for looking at his cute bf uwu#pfpfpffjf ive rambled enough-#pepper's art#traditional art#hazbin hotel#sir pentious#sir pentious x god#god x sir pentious#heavenlyserpent#heavenly serpent#im going with both-#heavenly serpent au#god hazbin hotel
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Saw this post and IMMEDIATELY had to draw this!!!!!! they’re so silly!!!!!!
#I love Hermann’s outfit in this sir give me the gender#also I will get better at drawing body shapes. it’s a slow process. I’ll get there some day#my art#pacific rim fanart#pacific rim#pacrim#hermann gottlieb#newton geiszler#newmann
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there is something so entirely fucked about Louis’ psyche… look at it all! the physical beatings to an obscene degree, the damaging affairs, the psychological warfare, the public humiliation, the participation in the murder of their only beloved daughter. Lestat does this all to him, or a significant amount even if memory is playing its wicked games. Lestat is a vicious horrible thing with his teeth marks on every part of Louis and yet even with decades of freedom, a new partner, the ability to recognise and condemn cruelty and abusive actions, Louis still wants him back. Knowing what he is, what he can do, Louis wants him back. It never mattered if vampires can dream, for Lestat haunts his waking days, a torturous vision of the only living one Louis really loves.
#LOUIS GIRL YOU’RE INSANE??????????#lestat is so fucked and unhealthy but like Louis wants him??? I feel like people brush past that a lot#this isn’t a tortured young woman in a basement refusing to leave because she can’t handle freedom#this is knowing freedom and ‘better’ (armand is a liar and batshit too! but I doubt he’s throwing louis off towers rn)#feeling freedom for DECADES being told you can get out and do better#after basically being tortured by a guy who you loudly proclaim to hate#but you want him. you love him. he haunts you. you’d give the world for him back. even after everything he did#lestat is the type of man to burn up the entire world. louis is the type of man to see all the bodies and take him back anyway#louis has two deaths that mark his conscience but otherwise. otherwise…#louis will never forgive what happened to claudia. but he will take lestat back. and love him.#the real pain was that she was right! it was lestat for louis. always. and he never ever ever ever wanted his daughter dead#he loved her adored her. he did. it was never enough love. he loved her truly though#but somehow at the same time. it was always going to be lestat. fuck!!!!!!!#louis my complicated angel!! they will try flatten you but I see all your horrid glory#amc iwtv#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#jacob anderson#sir you need all of the emmys. this is the performance of a lifetime. im gonna go listen to bloodsport brb
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my fellow horndogs i have a thought so filthy it will make you sick:
logan cuddling you to sleep.
#all i can hear is hugh jackman saying 'shutting the fuck up is also free'#cause you're right sir it is#but the price i pay for my delusions is small slivers of my sanity give up like the body of christ at mass#also i'm so tired i'm delirious but i had so much coffee#okay i'll stfu now sorry#witch aunt talks✨
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honestly I feel like I should apologise to the writer of the phantom piper. sorry king your audio rewired my brain & now I'm trying to rewrite it ✌️
#personal#mr martin day sir please never open tumblr. or ao3.#your probably-unintentional implications about jamie's family dynamics are woven into my bones.#what do you mean you think a blackhouse has a bedroom door.#if you had set this explicitly in season 6b the character depth could be so much more.#why did you give jamie a vague heterosexuality moment and then describe him cradling the body of his dying best friend in his arms.#why do you think highland people in the 1700s housed their animals in barns separate from their houses.#please define a wise woman in the context of 18th century gaelic culture and beliefs.#given jamie's mistrust of authority isn't it horrifying that he's now so unconcerned about having his mind altered. can we explore that.#jamie's relationship with his grandmother sits inside my heart always. i am transfixed by the utter absence of his father in this audio.#etc etc etc etc
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Facebook mentality spotted on the OSUK Instagram post, ooh-de-lally-wally what a magical day
#this logic hurts my brain but also makes my lungs collapse from laughter#can you point on your body where odd squad hurt you sir?#okay now give me citation for your allegations please#odd squad#odd squad pbs kids
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@roarmoreau's Vincent and Jackie pic reminded me of the same meme I did back when I gave Mitch his custom body and I--
hHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HGFHGFHHGFH
#pp p pp p P P PUT THEM IN MY MOUFF.#yknow what I might give him even more titties. he deserves it.#dadbod his body. sir. lemme--- lemme-#sir. Mr Anderson Sir Man lemme k help you with that. Yes#Cyberpunk 2077#Mitch Anderson#Valentin Da Silva#Aldecaldos#OTP: High Voltage#MLM#Screenshot#Virtual Photography#NSFT#KINDA CAUSE IM SHH H HH SIMPING. IM SIMPIN.
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Hi puppy, I have a task for you tomorrow.
Edge yourself on all fours, with your tail plug in, twice. The second time, ruin your orgasm. (Your angel had a very good idea today - I was inspired!)
No other touching tomorrow, and no cumming. Good girl.
😖 yes sir! i live to serve 🛐 i'm so lucky to have ppl who want to use me 🥰🥰🥰 i'm gonna be so pathetic edging like that 😵
#come and play#ty sir 💗#i love giving up control of my body....#just wish someone was here to use me
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It's also like . . . Erlona was entrustedwith Aylin's upbringing, so of course she saw herself in more the teacher sort of role. Like she was a headmistress at a boarding school Aylin was sent to. It wasn't entirely wrong; it just wasn't entirely right either. What that approach failed to take into account is that "school" was never out for Aylin; she was never going "home" to her mother. Not for a long time, anyway. The only family she could have possibly had would've been those entrusted with her upbringing: Erlona, Meadowlin, and the Moonhaven community.
Meadowlin understood that, likely due to his background. Erlona was raised in a monastery, and Moonhaven was a famously Selûnite town that grew up around the temple. Meadowlin, however, wasn't always a paladin, wasn't especially religious before the werebear experience, and wasn't really raised religious either. (His family undoubtedly favored the halfling pantheon anyway.) So he was able to look at the matter from a different perspective. He instead approached Aylin's upbringing like they were fostering her — which is honestly the more accurate take on the situation. He not only felt more comfortable slipping into a paternal role but felt like he should, like that's what he signed up for in taking responsibility for Aylin. He trained her, yes, but also tried to generally guide and impart life wisdom to her as a father might.
#eh we'll put it in the tag why not#META / HC: PRIMARY.#they're definitely both dead by the present timeline#but if they weren't I think you'd see the difference in how Aylin greets them#there would be unmistakable fondness in her eyes as she looked at Erlona which would be reflected back. a shared smile between them as well#but there'd be more formality in the body language as well. a sweeping bow from Aylin rather than an embrace#altho she does call her 'saint most beloved' or 'dear hallowed saintess' — again with clear fondness#then Meadowlin comes out with arms thrown wide hollerin IS THAT MY WEE WANDERER COME HOME#and Aylin throws her head back to laugh and reminds him 'dearest sir I wield a sword taller than your venerable self'#but she's immediately kneeling in the dirt so she can give him the biggest hug#the two of them settle into banter and call-and-response exchanges immediately#whereas her convos with Erlona are again more formal. not without fondness but more knight speaking to saint y'know
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god i’m so glad i took pics of her on my film camera. this is stupid because i have tons of them on my phone but. yea
#four days left until they're ready!#shrimp thoughts#think im gonna reblog like. dog pics perhaps. dogs are so so so good you guys#they have those little paws and ears and such#oh god but some dogs do not have little paws. when we were in for the IV today morning one of the other patients was mr garreth#who was a bernese. and like. obviously they're big. obviously! not small. but i was not fully aware just how NOT SMALL they are#my good friends his head was just a little smaller than the dumpling's whole BODY. sir are you aware that you're fuckinghuge#he got an injection andthe syringe was almost full. because he was So Large. what a man. you go my dude#dogs are incredibly good i think#oh and of course#thank you everyone i am giving you all a virtual thank u hug#or like. a fist bump if you prefer. perhaps even a nod
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Fat Chuusday is top quality
#if I could make her fatter without even more clipping through dresses and skirts than she already does I might#lil sad I can’t give her more tummy but I don’t want to use a body mod cos then I’d need gear specific mods#for that body AND a custom scaling for when I DO have the modded gear pieces to fit that body#which as you can understand is far more than I’m willing to put up with already#anyways shout out to the person/people working on customize+ I hope y’all always have food in your house when you’re hungry#also the roe is Chuusday’s wide Talia#and the dog is literally my late dog Sir Cash#and if you’re wondering why her hair is white sometimes and greenish other times#it’s bc I got sick of the white being blinding or washing everything out#she’s my green onion girl but green on green works nicer#picpost#ffxiv screenshots#ffxiv Chuu#Chuusday Gears
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my body thrawts any attempts at anyone else instructing me how to lose weight no matter if it's regimented exercise or diets or food suggestions in such a funny way theyre just like "no <3" and stays the same size and shape every single time. it doesnt matter who cries over me or who harasses me or bullies me or dehumanizes me or makes weird comments about it my body just does not give two fucks and i love it for that. and like i suspect my weight might change once i move out and im able to have a garden and try out new recipes but theres not a point in time of my life i will ever be thin or that it will dramtically change but other people cant accept that like i can. stop trying to put fat bitches on ozempic you cowards
#im so used to people viewing my body as pathology that revoking access people have to it is powerful#nobody has tried to put me on ozempic thankfully i just love that post#anyways i had this thought bc my cousin the personal trainer wants progress photos. sir what progress. i look da same lmfao#its not so much looking the same as it is being viewed as someone elses failure or embarrassment for being fat. for the 383848 time#this is the first time ive felt acceptance for my body in my entire life. btw. it feels nice :3#and it seems weird to give that much of myself to someone else as like a progress project. it makes me feel uneasy
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nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.
he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.
("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."
"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."
someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."
"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."
"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")
eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"
her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.
"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."
disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"
"well, actually..."
he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.
of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.
#i.e. this is what i fantasize abt while working luxury retail#and of course reader is his gf likeeeeeeeeeeee#i could write about him forever#also hes not one of those men who doesnt know ANYTHING abt what u like#he knows what scents u like what textures u like your skin type your hair routine EVERYTHIGN#nanami x reader#kento x reader#jjk x reader#anime x reader#nanami x you#kento x you#jjk x you#anime x you#nanami au#kento au#jjk au
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winter soldier au with John Price who was held in a gulag for three years and comes home wrong. comes back snarling and furious and threatening to rip apart the goddamn world if they don't give him what belongs to him, what's rightfully his, if they don't give him back his fucking wife, right this second—
the only problem is: John's ex-wife remarried. she's halfway around the world, and Laswell knows John enough to immediately squash that idea right away. but if not her, then who?
and then you walk into the room—a newly hired secretary that John has met less than a handful of times; a pencil pusher barely even a blip on the radar—but he pounces. snatches you up before any of them can react, tucking your bemused face into his chest, cradling you tight; possessively clutching at you as Kyle tries, and fails, to calm him down.
"you don't know her, sir. just let the girl go—"
it's met with a nasty snarl. all gleaming, bloodied teeth. a stranger in a familiar shape as John drags you further away from them. "this is my goddamn wife."
his declaration is met with shock. you're definitely not his wife. you barely know him much outside of a several, threadbare exchanges where he breathed down your neck about filing the wrong reports, and the cluttered mess of your desk ("a goddamn eyesore—"). you're not even friends. and in all honesty, you didn't even think he liked you that much. so. wife?
but he's beyond reason. his head a mangled, trenched mess of artillery fire and Makarov's torture. three years, Kate breathes. three whole years.
you can tell, almost immediately, by the look on her face that this—that you—will become a necessary loss in the grand scheme of things. and when John lets her close enough to whisper into your ear (having somehow convinced him that he can just walk out of here with you, his fucking wife, leaving for the marital home (and bed) that he demands from them for this brief stalemate)—she hurriedly tells you about their plot. this high risk, no reward scenario of playing along. not that you have much of a choice.
keeping John Price as close to them as possible was worth more than something as flimsy, as malleable as your agency, your autonomy. and if the way to do it was to let a brainwashed man play house with you, then so be it.
she, at the very least, offers a grim sort of smile even though you can see her working out the mechanics of it all as she makes promises on your behalf. things like, yes, John, you can leave with your wife. she missed you so much, John. she's so happy you're home.
"we kept your wife safe for you, John—" no one seems to react to the violent way Johnny has to be dragged out of the room by Ghost, kicking and screaming at the injustice of it all because th' captain wouldnae do this! don't do this t'him!
and John—if there's any part of that man still inside him, he doesn't let an inch of it show—just nods, lip pulling up into a snarl as he bullies you closer to his chest, and growls about finally getting you home.
"I'll keep you with me," he rasps, blunt fingers spreading wide over the fill of your body. a mad, twisted gleam of possessiveness, ownership, burning in bruised blue as he familiarises himself with this body he claimed as his. "right where you belong, wife."
(the word comes out in a bite. snaps around you and sounds just like mine.)
#idk john just cavemanning himself a wife is really all i want rn#captain john price x reader#john price x reader
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