#god I need this man

[loveinhereyes-flowersinherhair]

everytime i think i’ve seen him at his sluttiest (clothing wise), pinterest show me a photo to prove me wrong.

BECAUSE LOOK.

LOOK AT HIM.

[peelingpaint-heavyheart]

so i wore this little dress today to a dance concert and i looked SUPER CUTE OMG and this dress was so short i had to wear bike pants underneath bc even if i bent over even a little bit i would flash everyone

got me thinking of wearing it for the first time for bf! alhaitham and being like "is it too short? should i change?" and he's just staring at the back of your thighs as you look at yourself in the mirror

his brain is just going "omg i could just flip up that pathetic excuse for a skirt and just-"

and you snap him out of it as you turn to face him, his stare breaking from your thighs and forcing him to look into your eyes instead. don't get me wrong, he loves your eyes, they're beautiful, stunning, in his opinion. it's just that at this very second, he wants to bend you over and shove his already semi hard cock inside you.

he'll blame you for getting him all worked up before leaving for whatever event you were meant to go to together, pulling your panties down and revealing your cunt. he'll press his confined hard on against you, giving himself temporary relief from his arousal, listening to your sweet mewls as you press your hips back into his to chase the stimulation to your clit

alhaitham will push the skirt of the dress even higher up your body, making sure enough skin is revealed to his liking.

he'll lean over your body, his crotch pressed even firmer against your desperate hole, his lips right next to your ear as he whispers dirty little things to you, making you squirm and whimper and plead for him to do something, anything, to make you feel more than what he's already doing.

it's safe to say you'll be arriving late to that event you were so excited to attend, clutching onto his toned arm for support as you walk to your designated seats on unsteady legs.

[callsign-songbird]

What's up sinners, back with more horny Ghost thoughts. B']

Thinking about Ghost having a long and hard day. Thinking about him not wanting to do much work, because he's been working all day. He gets home, pours a glass of bourbon, and sits on the couch with his shirt off just for you to see. He hasn't even showed yet, he just got home. And all he wants is a pretty little thing on his lap.

Thinking about him cooing mockingly in your ear, telling you to work for what you want. One calloused hand resting on your hip, guiding you while you slide your slick, puffy folds over the textured pockets on the thigh of his cargo pants. Thinking about his gravely voice and mancurian brogue calling you cute while you hump his leg like pathetic Pup.

Thinking about him putting in none of the effort to get you off, not tonight. He just wants to sit back and enjoy his drink and his show. And God are you entertaining.

"Work a li'l harder lovie, I don't think you really want to cum, do you? 'Atta girl."

[strahmslut]

i need to edit him more.

[bratdotcom]

This picture makes me feel some sort of way

[miaeluvrr]

tweaking out when i hear sasukes cunty ass "sakura.." in the first episode of shippuden

[gotta-get-to-the-bottom-of-this]

Some loser I decided to draw (literally the love of my life)

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[acourtofchaos]

NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE-

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS BUT I'M STILL CURRENTLY TRYING TO PROCESS HOW YOU'VE MADE ME BOTH FERAL AND EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATED AT THE SAME TIME (I'M ALSO OBSESSED BUT THATS NOTHING NEW WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR WORK)

theodore nott. | you’re mine tonight

summary: theodore nott is always willing to be used by you. if you’re going to use somebody, just let it be him.

word count: 800

tags: headcanons that once again turned into this. i try to keep things short, apparently im physically incapable🥹 nothing crazy here other then implied fwb, slight angst, reader heartbreak kinda cuz cormac sux, theo being good with words as always, make out session at the end

Theodore Nott, who watches as you and your situationship, Cormac, argue every single day.

Theodore Nott who sees you cry constantly as a result of these arguments, tonight no unorthodox exception as you come storming back into the Slytherin common room with tears streaming down your cheeks, kicking off your heels and throwing yourself down next to him on a secluded corner couch.

Your eyes, brimming with anguish and pleading for solace, lock onto his, a look he knows all too damn well.

Theodore Nott, who doesn’t have to ask, doesn’t have to pry, who already knows exactly why you’re here, sitting next to him, when you could be literally anywhere else. He reads the story in your tear-streaked cheeks and your trembling hands. It’s a scene he’s witnessed so many times he’s lost count.

Theodore Nott, who merely closes his book, runs a hand through his tousled hair, and rests the other on your knee. PDA is off the table since you don’t want Cormac to find out—even though he’s been sneaking off with more girls than you have fingers on both hands—so Theo simply looks at you with those steady, knowing eyes and whispers, “your dorm or mine?”

You swallow, grateful gaze shifting toward the door. It’s always so fucking easy with Theo.

“Always yours,” you murmur, rising to your feet and picking up your discarded heels. Without waiting for his response, you start toward his dorm, certain he’s right behind you. He always is.

Theodore Nott, who shuts the door and locks it behind you as the two of you enter. The lights are dim, the shadows of the Black Lake ripple against the walls, and moonlight flickers throughout the room. Theodore Nott, who notices the look on your face well before you do, who can already sense the words that are about to slip past your teeth.

Theo knows well enough by now that you only come to him when you’re hurt, and you never feel good about it until he reassures you it’s okay. He sees it in the subtle shift of your gaze, the furrow of your brow, the tremble of your lips—a silent plea for forgiveness he’s already long granted you.

“I’m sorry, Theo…”

Theodore Nott, who understands you just need someone to hold you right now. Someone who will look at you with warmth, with desire, with need, someone who will give you all of himself in this moment. A shoulder to cry on, bedsheets to lie on.

“It’s okay, bella, don’t apologize…”

Theodore Nott who steps closer, his hands stern yet gentle as they cup your cheeks, drawing your gaze to his. Reverent blue eyes glisten like two oceans, drowning you in their warmth. Theodore Nott who brushes the damp from your cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down, grazing his lips over yours, feather-light.

“I’ve said it about a million times, you know I’ve already told you—“

Theodore Nott, who interrupts his own sentence by pressing his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath as your salty sweetness ignites in his mouth. Tears mingle with your cherry lip gloss, his hands sliding back into your hair, and he’s lost and then found again—as though you’re the only beacon in a world shrouded in darkness, the answer to all his unspoken questions.

Theodore Nott, who needs this, who wants this just as much, if not more, than you do.

“—if you’re gonna’ use somebody…use me…”

Theodore Nott who practically growls those words into your mouth as fervour takes over, as hunger roars harder and stronger with each passing second. One hand grips your hair, holding your lips to his while the other falls to your blouse, slender fingers undoing the buttons with a speed that leaves you breathless.

“…I’m so fucking willing to be somebody you need…”

His fingers deftly slip the last button free, his hand sliding beneath the fabric to feel the warmth of your skin. The touch sends shivers through you, your body responding to his every move. His lips trail down your jaw, pressing hot kisses along your neck, making you gasp. Theodore's grip on your hair tightens just enough to tilt your head back, exposing more of your throat to his eager mouth.

The room seems to shrink around you, the flickering moonlight casting shadows that dance across the walls, mirroring the wild rhythm of your hearts. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense.

"You drive me insane…how much I fucking want you drives me insane," he admits, his breath hitching. "Every time I see you with him…every time I see what he does to you…it kills me…”

Theodore Nott whose words are like gasoline to an open flame, igniting a fierce need within you, scorching while simultaneously taming the desire to be desired. Theodore Nott who groans as you clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate to close any distance between you as he shifts you around and begins backing you up toward his bed.

"Show me, Theo," you whisper. "Show me how much you want me."

With a growl, Theodore crashes his lips back to yours, the kiss searing and urgent. He moves with you effortlessly, guiding you towards the bed, never breaking the contact. As you fall back onto the soft sheets, his body follows, covering you completely. His hands roam over your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, each touch more intoxicating than the last.

"You're mine tonight," it’s a promise. Not a question. "No one else's. Just mine."

pretty divider made by: @saradika-graphics

[luwha]

Not telling y'all that you should be able to identify AI slop (but it is a valuable skill, you totes should), but if you're to be accusing artists of being AI left and right at least go and do your homework, or at least do the bare minimum and use AI identification tools like Hive Moderation, so you 1- don't ruin someone's lifehood 2- don't make a clown out of yourself maybe

Like, i get it, AI slop and "AI artists" pretending to be genuine is getting harder and harder to identify, but just accusing someone out of the blue and calling it a day doesn't make it any better.

The AI clowns shifted to styles that have less "tells" and the AI arts are becoming better. Yeah, it sucks ass.

They're also integrating them with memes, so you chuckle and share, like those knights with pink backgrounds, some cool frog and a funny one liner, so you get used to their aesthetic.

This is an art from the new coming set Final Fantasy for MtG. This is someone on Reddit accusing someone of using AI. From what i can tell, and i fucking hate AI, there is NO AI used on this image.

As far as i can tell and as far as any tool i've used, the Artist didn't use AI. which leads to the next one:

they accused the artist of this one of using Ai. the name of this artist is Nestor Ossandon.

He as already been FALSELY ACCUSED of using AI, because he drew a HAND THAT LOOKED A LITTLE WEIRD, which caused a statement from D&D Beyond, confirming that no AI has been used.

Not to repeat mysef, they're accusing the art above, that is by Nestor, to have used Ai.

REAL artists are not machines. And just like the AI slop, we are not perfect and we make mistakes. The hands we draw have wonky fingers sometimes. The folds we draw are weird. But we are REAL. We are real people. And hey, some of our "mistakes" sometimes are CHOICES. Artistic choices are a thing yo.

If you're to accuse someone of using Ai, i know it's getting hard to identify. But come on. At least do your due diligence.

[egophiliac]

2025 is the year of the DRAGON SLIPPERS

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

after six hundred strike

*odysseus and poseidon are both still on the rocks in the middle of the sea*

odysseus: ok, let's just agree to both say we're sorry

odysseus: on the count of three

odysseus: one..two..three

poseidon:

odysseus:

odysseus: see, now i'm just disappointed in the both of us

[wdestroya]

me, if you even care ☝🏻

henry winter theres nothing right with you everything is wrong with you you are so weird and i need you religiously

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[teaboot]

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I’M NEVER USING WIFI DATA SPOTIFY ITUNES YOUTUBE MUSIC APP SHIT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN

[peanutseagle]

tea time with the bestie