Hi, I'm Airy and I make these cute little bottle necklaces
I also dabble in selling vintage jewelry
Please consider checking out my shops and purchasing from me! It'd help this disabled trans person out a Lot!
LINKS
GoImagine (They take less in selling fees than etsy)
Etsy
Mercari (Vintage jewelry! Please feel free to make offers!)
(the goimagine pricing is a bit lower because of the lower selling fees, its also only available in the USA)
May 16th addition: please consider purchasing because guess who needs a night piece thingy for their TMJ and mild sleep apnea! Me!
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Morpheus Endless, heir of the Endless family, collects paintings, but not just any paintings - paintings of a handsome stranger, who had his likeness immortalized in not just one or two, but a dozen paintings, seemingly commissioned over the course of several years. Attempts to identify the stranger have been made and so far Morpheus thinks that the closest match might be one Robert Gadling, born on June 7th 1839 in London, date of death unknown.
There is one last painting that he has fought hard to aquire - and now it has finally made it's way from overseas back home to London, to Morpheus. There are rumours that the painting is cursed but he is not superstitious. He hangs it up in his gallery of portraits of his stranger - Robert Gadling - and spends hours each day standing before it, taking in every detail, admiring pose and composition, but most of all the handsome face of the subject, his kind dark eyes and small smile. Morpheus starts to dream of Robert Gadling, and not just silly dreams like meeting on the street. He wakes feverish from dreams of passion and gentleness, the smile of the stranger always there when he looks at him, leaving him full of longing when he wakes up. He realises with dismay that he is in love with a man who he has never known, a man long dead.
One night, after hours of staring at the painting, Morpheus starts to talk to him, calls him by name, and confesses his attraction. He feels silly but strangely relieved afterwards. He wants to head to bed when suddenly Robert Gadling answers him, and leans out of the portrait to brush his lips against Morpheus' -
"Don't go yet, love. Stay a bit longer..."
For the Monsterfucktober bingo square "ghost", the Sandtober prompt #19 "kiss" and the DN House of Horrors prompt "cursed painting"
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i just want alejandro to fuck me in mating press and whisper loving filth in my ear 😍😍😍
Deeper, Deeper - Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader [NSFW]
Warnings: Manhandling, Mating Press (No Explicit Breeding Content)
Wordcount: 443
Apologies if my Spanish isn't up to code. I'm trying my best, but feel free to correct me.
→ His hands are rough—calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh around your hips, hitching them up and sliding down along your thighs to hike them around his ribs. He rolls his hips, pressing you down against the sheets with his body. You can’t help but sob as he sinks deeper into you, the tip of his cock brushing against a spot that has you seeing white spots against the dark ceiling. You clench around him, muscles throbbing with a fathomless want—for this, for more, for him.
→ Your back aches from the strain of this new position—between the angle at which he’d bent your spine and the brutal pace he’d set, you doubt you’ll be walking very far in the morning, but God, you don’t fucking care. Not when he’s got you like this—stuffed full and mewling for more, clawing red welts into the sweat-slick muscle of his shoulders. Not when he’s got his forehead pressed against your own, his brown eyes boring into yours, so full of love for you and you alone.
→ And his voice—deep and resonant, purring a thousand slurred phrases in two languages against your kiss-sore lips, “Mi Vida,” He says, almost like a chant—like a prayer, “Mi Vida, mi Vida, mi Vida—que rico…”
→ He nips at your lips, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek, “Qiero comerte…necesito, pero, fuck—” He snaps his hips forward, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as he fucks into you, “…feels too good to stop. Another time, yeah? You’ll let me taste you another time? Say you will, Corazón, promise me?”
→ You nod furiously, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
→ “Good girl.”
→ Deft fingers slip between your bodies to press themselves between your thighs, rubbing sloppy circles against your clit. Your eyes go wide, and you grab at his wrist, brain caught between two warring desires: to push him away—to put an end to a pleasure that bordered upon agony, and to pull him closer—to trap his hand between your legs and soak his fingers with your cum again and again.
→ “Alejo…please!”
→ His grin flashes in the darkness, wide and wild. He drops his head, pressing his lips against the spot just below your ear. His voice is low, a husky whisper slipping out between hot, open-mouthed kisses, “La próxima vez, quisiera comerte el coño hasta que no me digas mas, entonces quiero abrir tus piernas y sentirte alrededor mi verga.”
→ He worries your flesh between his teeth, and you squirm beneath him, “And you’ll take it, won’t you,” He pants, “like a good fucking girl? Like my fucking girl.”
Translations:
→ Mi Vida - My Life
→ Mi Vida, mi Vida, mi Vida—que rico - My life, my life, my life—how lovely.
→ Qiero comerte…necesito, pero - I want to eat you out...I need to, but
→ Corazón - Heart
→ La próxima vez, quisiera comerte el coño hasta que no me digas mas, entonces quiero abrir tus piernas y sentirte alrededor mi verga - The next time, I want to eat your cunt until you tell me no more, then I want to spread your legs and feel you around my cock.
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Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D
I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.
Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.
I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!
I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.
I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer
I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.
So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3
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Idia being a jerk to Azul is so funny to me. Hes a shy mofo till he gets to know you, then those burns and sass start coming.
It's so funny!!!! The way they both snipe at each other with their remarks... at least they're on equal footing when it comes to climbing stairs LOL. The two of them being out of breath is so silly to think about because Riddle's also there and there was no mention of his struggles, so we can assume that it was just Idia and Azul (both notoriously bad at PE) who suffered.
Idia deserves to be sassy more often. He's one of the funniest, if not the funniest, twst character. I'm so glad he's there to sass Azul. <3
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