#i dont knooooooow

[nicholasluvbot]

this is so hard

bnd ot6 work coming tonight 😼😼

[head---ache]

sigh i originally lowered the price of my comms because i felt like they were too pricey but now im wondering if theyre too cheap euuuuuuugghh putting a price on my drawings is hard!!!!!!

[taliecin]

"we need more complex complicated female characters" my brother in christ they couldn't handle Melinoë. Melinoë.

[freshie-owo]

Im getting antsy I wanna work on and post pt two of Baby of Mine, Baby of Mine SO BADLY because that whole plot is really why I started working on the series in the first place but it could not be fic one 😭 but Baby Mine keeps getting longer and I don't wanna rush through it dhdhfufjfjr

[shevr]

Sorry to hear that you're having a not great time. I was going to write something about how you're a wildly prolific artist and how it's fine to take a break for a bit. But really, what I want to say is that seeing someone sad makes me want to help. Here's to your imminent victory over whatever might be getting you down for now. Wishing you the best.

thaannk youu u i hope i will vanquish my inner bullshit eventually & that it will be as gory as this looks (might as well make it fun)

[beecampbell]

my absolute worst red flag is that feeling of disgust that shakes through me whenever i find out someone is a christian and i think ill keep waving it

[viovio]

i can't stress this enough that I don't feel like a real person sometimes. i see posts saying oh do you like your physical appearance? idk. i fuss about it but I don't hate it I just don't know how to feel about it, I like taking selfies but that's aabout it.

[vampirepiss]

im having my "rashid moment...

[halfmoon-horse]

uuuuuuuurrrgghhhHHHHHHH CURSE MY LACK OF RELATIONSHIP AND FLIRTING EXPERIENCE

[nerdstreak]

none of u bitches know how to tag spoilers goddamn

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

i loved the logince interactions in the new fic so much, "please do not bite her.", "Your book is upside down.", "Be nice, Roman mouthed, winking at Logan", hes such a little shit (affectionate), "hello extremely jealous and socially awkward boyfriend im putting you in a room with a girl you hate who ive decided with absolutely no context or explanation were going to be friends with now, please dont become violent xoxo" as logans just vibrating with rage the entire time, the 'im sure youre doing something stupid but i do unfortunately trust you' dynamic laoft logince have is my favourite

i knooooooow they are just >:( vs >:3 at all times

[tmwcs]

can we have a drunk heethan drabble where his softer side comes out and he js wants to cuddle and kiss readen

MDNI 18+ Content below cut

Drunk Heethan.....

"Hey babe you wanna go out on friday night with H/n and Jake?"

"Yeah sure, if you want to go lets do it."

Friday night rolls around, and you kept it simple with your a block cocktail dress. Heeseung wore a casual fit of a blazer, skinny jeans with combat styled boots, a fitted tee, and his cap, also all in black.

Arriving at the party, you meet up with Jake and h/n.

"Heeseung! Look whose here!" Jake exclaims.

Greeted by his enormous group of friends from high school, the boys all found themselves in a delightful reunion since they had gone separate paths as they attended different colleges. Up from behind, Jungwon, who shared one of the same classes as you, was apart of the massive group as he touch base with Heeseung and Jake.

"Lets all take some shots, like old times." an old friend of theirs, Jay, exclaims.

Shot after shot, the boys all visited memory lane as they joked, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. All the while, heeseung had you pinned against the counter with his body hugging you closely from behind. After some time, it became evident that he was beginning to fee the effects of the hard liquor, though you were surprised that it took him this long to start eluding evidence of such as the rest of the boys were already six sheets to the wind.

"Bro....i'm so happay ferrrr you maaaaaaan...you got yo....selffff a reeeeeeally good girl....." jay speaks in slurs as he

"I knooooooow.....isn't she so preeeeeeeetty?...." heeseung slurs back as he leans his face atop of your head, his hands begin to feel you up as you try to contain him by keeping them pinned in place.

"babe.....wait till we get home-"

"I LOOOOOOOOOVE yooooou sooooo much...you know that?"

"Yeah i do. I love you too-"

"Mmmmm....you're so pretty......have i told you that lately?"

"you did earlier."

"well let me...just fuck...let me tell you again..."

"Heeseung wait!-"

Grabbing hold around your waist, he drags you away and takes you back into the backseat of his car.

"I want to make you feel beautiful....." he states in a sloppy tone as he starts to kiss your shoulders, lifting and placing you atop his lap.

Surprisingly, despite being obviously drunk, he still enumerated strength and precise coordination when he would shift you around....yet his kisses were entirely too sloppy.

"Heeseung wait no! you're getting saliva all over my face!"

"mmmm lick it off...."

"no! let me drive us back home."

"No wait..not yet...let me.....let...i wanna.....LETS FUCK..."

"no not right now heeseung."

"I said now....right meow...."

"....meow?"

"mmmhmmm."

"Heeseung no!"

rolling the hem of your dress up, while the straps and neckline is pulled down, he assaults your skin with the harsh licks and nibbles of his mouth.

the night progressed and you're were subjected to an infinite amount of sexual attention, which wasn't out of the ordinary.

However, when drunk, it would appear that Heeseung would develop a habit.......one that you've never witnessed......until tonight....

"mmmmm.....let me do it again....."

"n...no!....Heeseung dont-"

"Come here....."

pinning you down, he reaches in between your legs and with the softest and faintest touch, he tickles your clit by performing a series of flickering taps and strokes with his finger tips.

"AH!!! Heeseung!!"

Sucking on your neck, he continues to tickle in between your folds, while occasionally admitting a small slap with his palm.

Finally, he had his fill and you were so relieved. The tickling motions of his fingers brought about an intense sensation, you quickly succumbed to overstimulation just out of the second round.

Raising yourself up, you felt the clashing of his body weight dropping on you as he kisses you, re-pinning you back down on the backseat.

Lifting his head, you witness the face of his Ethan side looking at you. With a drunk expression and a lazy notion, he bites down on his lip, as usual.

"Mmmhhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmm......baaaaaabydolll.......what about me?"

"Ethan no.....no..."

"Dont worry...i like to tickle a different spot....."

.........

".....wh....what spot?"

>:)

"ETHAN NO!!!!"

Part 2 <- Sober up Heethan

[everybodyloveshippos]

gromph barely gets scenes that he's not with kimmuriel. they r always showing up together. i dont think he has a life tbh. kimmuriel has other things going on but you knooooooow gromph is always magic messaging him like 'would be interested in hearing your perspective on something, though im sure youre terrible busy running my brothers operations (negging)' bcus he has no friends and is down bad

[cali]

I'm too this side! How did you come to be on that side

uhaha u little scamp thats soooo vague how could i possibly knooooooow *punches u playfully*

im on this side probably because i was born into circumstances that made me be. maybe my parents gave me values or put me in enviroments that made me develop like this. maybe the people who were and are nice to u in life were from a different side than the ones who were and are nice to me so we went our own ways... i cant talk well about this without u telling me what type of sides u and i r on. i am assuming ur question to have a tone of longing for getting to other sides of stuff. maybe not but if it is there it gives me a chance for babbling about stuff ive been thinking about so im going to do that now. - imo if u want to switch sides on anything really fast, u could try hitting rock bottom and then everything tends to let itself get rearranged pretty easily. i think this works for so much stuff, like changing behavioural patterns or political paths or religion like my aunt that became a taoist after my grandpa died. when ur comfortable theres no pressure for change, but when u r thrust into thunderstorm and whatever u had before doesnt seem to work enough to help u there, its much easier to acclimate to new ideas. recently ive babbled to a couple people about ego towers which is also about this. as a self defense mechanism i think every person needs to be able to dismiss some ideas that are stupid and not give them the time of day. i think its beautiful to be able to do that, give everything that ultimate attention and consider if its right or not, but also its exhausting and u cant expect it from everyone at all times. so u build urself a castle of ideas of whats right and what isnt and u construct a tower at the entrance from which u can look down at the drawbridge where knights sent by other castles are flaunting their feathers of their ornate helms at u. but thru infinite confirmation bias, bubble world economy planet, etcetera, ur ego tower can reach heights where ure too high up to see stuff and all the flaunting knights look like ants and then PAH thats dirt to u! waooow . its good to have a tower of some kind though- i just dont think u should raise it to a height where ants is real. good example for this is hardcore qanon truthers after waves of falsely predicted waves of dates when biden will be turned into wine or similarly religions promising exact dates for doomsday or anyone who was ever said the phrase "paper hands". what im saying is you need to give ur qanon grandparents lsd so they experience eagledeath and get reborn as liberal hippies. sorry, my uncle john lennon came in and typed that. thats the extreme way the fast way but also the dangerous way cuz when its dark and u lost ur lamp and u see a saving glow to hurry towards, u wont be able to pay as much attention to its source due well youre trying to get out of here as fast as possible. and then ur like thos damn stupid fishes getting eaten by a angler fish. fuuuckkkk... the slow way the safe way the tedious and boring way is the only other way i know about. treading down the tower slowly 10000 steps down the staircase. it helps when people people from different towers are nice to u. grandma warming up to the weirdos when one helps her. a weirdo warming up to grandmas when one is very receptive to help. that can lower tower height a bit on both fronts. but dont who ur friends with guide ur morals let ur morals guide your friendships probably. do it slow & do it nice, see u anon

[whatthefishh]

MONNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWER!!!!!!! Fun fact I hit 500 and I stillllllllll havn't done what I promised lololololol

ANYWAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY

Bc I knooooooow how we love our boi Santi, with all the Lal thots we share, can I get Santi with, of course, smut prompt, "we dont even have to take our clothes off" with fluff "As beautiful as always"

Love you bb!!!!!!

thank youuuuuu bb, this one was a bit difficult for me to come up with I won't lie, so a huge huge thank you to @melodygatesauthor for her incredible brain!

NSFW Grabby Santiago under the cut!

“C’mon baby,” Santi growled, running his hands up your thighs and pulling your skirt up with them. “We don’t even have to take our clothes off.”

His hands were digging into your ass as he buried his face into your neck, latching onto the skin there.

“Santi, the boys are right outside. They’re waiting for you to come back with the-”

Santiago cut you off, covering your mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss that rendered you speechless, mind going blank. Picking you up, he placed you on the countertop and continued gathering your skirt up to your hips even as you glared at him to stop, the idea of his friends right outside making you anxious. 

“Santi, they’re right there-”

He put a finger on your lips, “Well then, we better be quick, dontcha think?”

He started undoing his belt, and to be honest, you shouldn’t be surprised at his eagerness as moments before the two of you came inside, you were sitting on his lap and “accidentally” wiggling on his half-hard dick. You thought it would be fun to tease him, not realising how bad the need was building for Santi this time. You played this game with each other, flirtatious glances and lingering touches in front of others, building suspense until you got the other alone. Making him so frustrated that he became ravenous, downright feral was something you prided yourself in.

Before he could get any further, you hopped off the counter and started to walk away but he pulled the both of you into the adjacent laundry room, a little further away from the door leading out to his friends. Slamming your front over the washing machine, hands on your hips, he pushed your skirt up, making quick work of your underwear and pushing his hard cock into your dripping cunt.

“Ah, sweetheart, were you really going to let yourself sit on my thigh, soaking like this? Just to fuckin’ tease me?”

He leaned forward and grabbed your breast, tweaking your nipple til he heard you gasp. You were trying so hard to keep yourself from being loud, not wanting to alert the boys outside to what might be happening indoors. They were probably wondering what was taking you two so long, considering you went in together. 

“This what you wanted, baby? Huh? You wanted me to fuck you at Frankie’s BBQ?” He asked in a low growl. 

“Y-yes, Santi.” You held on to the vibrating washing machine for support as you tried not to cry out. 

“Of course you did.” He reached the hand that wasn’t teasing your tit around your hip to slam into you harder. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for me, baby.”

“Always, just for you,” you replied breathlessly.

He squeezed your hip in appreciation, “Yeah? God, you feel amazing.”

The sound of his skin slapping on yours was muffled by the Maytag cycling beneath you, but you could still hear the jingling of his belt buckle. Meaning, so could someone outside. 

“Santi.” You slapped the hand holding your hip, “Santi, I think someone’s coming in!”

“Just one more…f-fuck.” Santi was coming, and so were you, just as you heard Benny opening the sliding door to the kitchen, yelling back that you two weren’t in the kitchen.

Muffling your own cry of release into your forearm, you prayed that Benny wouldn’t think that you two slipped into the laundry to have sex at Frankie’s birthday, knowing that if he found out he wouldn’t let it go for eternity. 

Santiago pulled out and tucked himself in, then helped you adjust your own clothes to try and maintain some semblance of normalcy. You were scared to breathe, knowing that the others were wondering where you two disappeared to, worried that the smallest sound would call their attention to you like a pack of bloodhounds. Benny alone in the kitchen, mere metres away could probably sniff you two out, and you found yourself holding your breath until you heard him join the others outside again.

You felt Santi’s cum start to drip down your inner thigh, so you squeezed your legs together to try and be decent before going back out. 

Grabbing his arm before he opened the door, you adjusted his hair, his curls a little messier than before. “How’s my face? Good? Any makeup running or anything?”

He let out a smug laugh before brushing a few flyaways back. 

“Beautiful as always.”

[termagax]

maybe i just need to talk about them more or something I DONT KNOOOOOOOW