#i shit u not

[slaviclore]

i used to have the warsaw mermaid as my icon on this blog but then the great tumblr porn purge happened, and they censored her because she's topless in the statue..................

[voidcryptoid]

[doctordiscosbignaturals]

Hey🫵😐 Read This. Rn.

[himb-oytoy]

hey bestie <3 as a treat

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we had agreed, at the start of the camping trip, to keep each other updated on our locations: sharing it on our phone, checking in every few hours, so on and so forth.

the checkpoint passed long enough ago to warrant concern, especially since your calls were going through, and my location was still visible. i wasn’t picking up, and i was off the trails, so you resigned to come looking for me. (if i was able to think about anything, i would’ve thought to text you—but I didn’t.)

i was aware that the tentacles surrounding me shifted, but it wasn’t until they readjusted my position and lifted my head that i realized it was you. your eyes, still holding the light of intelligence and the resulting fear, met mine as the tentacles held you still, ripping your clothes off your body and leaking aphrodisiac onto your skin.

i watched while they gripped your cock, soaking it in more aphrodisiac and stroking it to hardness. you were still pushing against the tentacles, your hands reaching towards me, but my brain was too far gone to consider it meant anything other than what the tentacles were expecting of you.

i gasped as the tentacles held my legs apart and pushed you against me, sliding your cock against my cunt, still dripping with more of the aphrodisiac, before pushing it in, holding you by the hips while keeping me still underneath you, keeping you thrusting in and out of me.

at some point, the tentacles had let your hands go, letting you hold me close, pressing my face against your shoulder. your thrusts seemed less and less even each time, and the tentacle that had been gripping your waist was lightly wrapping around both of us, not quite holding us together but not letting you pull out as far, forcing you to hammer at my cunt with smaller, stronger thrusts.

i moaned into your shoulder, my eyes rolling back into my head. you gasped yourself, thrusting hard one, two more times, pulling back out one last time before the tentacle around our waists tightened, forcing you to bottom out again and cry out as you came, filling me up, the tentacles refusing to let you pull out even a little.

i couldn’t see your eyes, but i could feel the way your cock twitched inside me, still cumming, your hips fighting against the tentacles trying to thrust just a little more.

i had been scared when the tentacles had taken me, too, but i was so happy as soon as my mind slipped away from me, letting me stop worrying about it entirely. i knew you were in the same place, now. i buried my face further into your shoulder, comforted that i wouldn’t be alone in this pleasure—wouldn’t be the tentacles lone breeder, but instead one of two. and we’d both be so good for them.

- @otter-pup

fuck..

i think my first thought would be relief that i'd found you. then, probably dread, because i found you in a pit of tentacles that we're both stuck in now.

not that i'm worrying for long. i'm bound up by tentacles, thick, sticky aphrodisiac pooling on my skin and through any clothes that haven't been ripped off me yet. they've wrapped around my cock, and soon after i'm a mess, dripping pre-cum and begging for a hole.

and then it reveals you. panting, drooling, hole red and sensitive from the aphro. and so fucking wet. it presses me against you, chest to chest, my cock grinding against yours and so fucking ready to breed you. it puts me on top of you, guides your legs around my waist, and binds them there. it squeezes us together, forcing my cock to slip into you, forces us into a deep mating press.

i can feel myself bottom out. i can feel your hole milking my cock, so sensitive that you're cumming already. i can feel myself losing it. i know we're fucked, we're done for, so... i may as well enjoy it, right?

i can just pound away at your hole, bullying your cervix, heavy balls slapping against your ass. i was pent up camping, anyway, and now you're begging me to breed you (between gulps of aphro being pumped down ur throat). when it lets me move my arms, i slip a hand down between us to stroke at your cock, and an arm around your neck to pull you into me. you can just drool around my shoulder while the tentacles guide me into breeding you, breaking you.

it's not long before i'm just as desperate as you, though. i can't focus on stroking you, so i just grab your hips, while the tentacles force my hips so tightly against yours that you can feel the tip of my cock kissing your womb and i can only manage tiny thrusts. we try to kiss, but we're just gasping and drooling, i'm moaning into your ear and you're biting my shoulder while the tentacles force you to cum. force you to milk my cock.

when i fill you up, pressed right up against your womb, i'm panting in sheer fucking relief. and you're so broken you're whining, just whining and drooling, into my shoulder. neither of us are thinking anymore but we both get the same idea. we're stuck like this. together. breeders to eachother. and we both keep cumming to that thought alone <3

[ghostofspring]

i just wish saiki k would have more fans cause omg there's so much material to write fanfiction abt and i would read all of them but theres a total of 10 people in the fandom so I can't read and worse, i have to write...

[yoondepity]

"good boy"? I SPAT OUT MY DRINK

[whileurmine]

my therapist said i am not allowed to read other people's shit or ooc posts until after the holidays when i can see her again so if i no longer interact with ur things thats literally why

[katanayume]

i like 2 think after the ungodly amount of experiments lucien did on fuku he became fucking bal d and has to wear wigs and at least one time otori accidentally knocked his wig off and this happened

[otori belongs 2 @kevinsynthv GO FOLLOW HIM OR I WILL SUPERGLUE UR SHOES TO THE WALL GRRR]

[randomalistic]

Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. September will bring blessings.

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[sivsii]

also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i would say that, mentally speaking, i'm in a good place right now! physically of course, the crows continue their chanting,

[skellydun]

i am going to wake up from this nap on time feeling refreshed and not any worse than I do at this current time

[nat-20s]

Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)