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[fauxvvounds]

i miss writing so bad ;-; but i still feel like drawing aawaawajdgjhkas

[katechokaseke16]

Hey guys post for the day. Ladies and gentlemen may I present to y'all The Ecoplant/ Ecoplanet X buildings Part 1 in The Extro-implants of the Expo 2030 in Zimbabwe 🚀🌱🌟. Inspired by the ecosystem, sustainability environment, spaceship and space, future inspired by the expo2020dubai and the vision in 2030, to create a beautiful place. So what do you guys think about my artwork? Let me know in the comments below 👇⬇️. As always continue to like, share, comment and follow me for more posts in the future. Stay weird y'all and Dark Arise for the King phantom!!👑🌍🐐🎨🖌️💯👌 #fyp #zimbabwe #art #kaysart #2023 #5years #multiartist #expo2020 #expo2030 #world #trending #darkart #darkera #uae🇦🇪 #dubai #mytimeisnow #myyear #333 #futureprojects #architecture #technology #texture #greenproject #spacex #instagram #facebook #tumblr https://www.instagram.com/p/CpyaAqVS2Bj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[foxyk7]

I was just give a look around the things I did in Krita.

I DON’T REMEMBER THIS DAY @tommay

[noevilproject]

[thoughtsofatransboy]

I hope you know you're really worth it.

Hello fellas!! Are you guys doing well? Sleeping and eating? I hope yes! I'm happy to be back writing by my own will, not just for full fill requests (something my little burnout brain can't do perfectly) There's another MCR fanfic, since this fellas are the reason I smile everyday 👾

Warnings: This fic contains pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, darling and pretty thing; multiartist!reader, sex, gn!reader, implicit afab!reader (I'll try my best to not describe genitals), kind of dom!Frank Iero, grammar mistakes cuz my English sucks. Some angst and a scar (implicit SH) mention. If any of this things can make you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave and maybe read something else from my blog

1st of August, another month, another week, another day. Honestly, your life's being a stupid watercolor blur, the hours and the moments and the pain just mix with your emptiness.

You've been feeling real down, a horrible self-esteem and lack of creativity. Basically, you're experiencing a severe burnout. Being an artist, you know how much the quality of your creations tends to decrease when you're going through something like this.

But... in the middle of your chaotic situation, you have someone who can always make you laugh, flush, giggle, smile and have pleasure. Your beloved one, Frank Iero. Which you call as "Frankie"... You can't understand how you got so lucky in your life to have someone as sweet as him to love and take care of you.

Well, as sweet and adorable as it looks like, you've been having struggles with him too. Not because of his actions, but because of your fear of losing him. Anytime you went to a walk with him, and you see him looking to someone, you couldn't help but feel insecure, afraid that he might be desiring them.

You know it's just some paranoia and he would never do something like this to you, at least is what your rational part wants you to believe.

8 p.m, you're laid down on your sofa, with a small blanket covering your legs. You're waiting for Frank to arrive home. You're looking around your living room, trying to distract yourself from the scars on your arm, they really aren't helping your self-esteem. You notice that your cat is there, she seems happy, meowing around and chasing a little fly. God... How much you wish you were happy like a cat.

You couldn't do anything but feel overwhelmed with your pain. Your work, art, family, your partner, yourself. Before you could notice, you're collapsing into tears, and so focused in your crying, you don't listen to the key turning in the door. Frank arrived, but instead of a happy partner, he finds you crying and hopelessly on the couch.

"Sweetheart! Are you ok?" Frank said, no taking too long to go towards the couch and hug you. "Shh... shh... it's ok... I'm here, it will be fine.." Honestly that's all you needed. You let yourself focus on the moment, while he strokes your hair gently. After some minutes in completely silence, he decides to ask. "What happened angel? Why were you crying?" You really want to answer him, but all you could say was "Frankie, am I worth your love?"

Frank was surprised, there wasn't many questions in this world that would make him feel so sad as he was now. He wasn't showing his partner enough love? How could he be so fool to let his own partner think something like this?

"Oh sweetheart... you are the prettiest person I ever met in my whole life. Of course you're worth it" You finally could feel yourself calming down a little, In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the lips, sweet but really sloppy.

What was supposed to be an innocent little kiss turns into a make out session, with some naughty hands and pleasure moans. Your tears couldn't even be noticed anymore, they're drying more and more as Frank caress your face with so much caring and love.

Your senses are filled by his scent, your body sensitive to his hands caressing through your favorite spots. He breaks the kiss, not gasping for air, but on the way to kiss and suck at your neck.

His kisses send shivers down your spine and his hickeys makes you feel something else down there. He seems more desperate than you, alternating between kissing you mouth and your neck.

Noticing that you're aroused, Frank finally decides to act, passing his hands through your body, until he arrives your waistband, lowering your pajama pants down. Getting on top of you, he starts grinding against your crotch in anticipation.

"Darling, I wish I could give you my eyes... My ears... My thoughts, so you could understand that everything you do is incredible, so you could see yourself the way I see you" His soft words making the perfect contrast with his hands lowering your underwear in a quick movement, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Frankie, I love you so much" he smiled to you. He starts to undo his belt, getting rid of his pants and underwear, not bothering in looking where he threw it at. Oh, how could you hold yourself when he is stroking his cock while looking in your eyes? You left out a desperate whine. "Please! C'mon Frankie!"

Who he is to deny you your pleasure? He aligned himself to your entrance, before pushing in slowly and delicate, making you let out sweet moans and some curses. You and Frankie mostly fuck, but not today, today he was making love to you, passionate and pleasuring love.

His thrusts delicate but deep, a sensual pace that made him be able to touch all your sweet spots. Your hole clenching around him, your bodies so connected and heated, his sweating face, your moans, his whines. All of this was too much for you, you couldn't help but let it out go, cumming without advise.

"Hell yeah! Pretty thing... so beautiful when you cum" his attention suddenly goes to your neck, once again he decided to use all his effort to mark your neck. Despite he never stops the rhythm of his thrusts while he goes to your neck, his legs are shaking a little, his moans are getting louder. A sign that he's going to cum very soon.

After some minutes, he couldn't help anymore, cumming inside of you. Collapsing over the couch, next to you. "Hey sweetheart... I hope you know you're really worth it" with a small giggle, you let yourself fall asleep slowly next to your love. Maybe you still going to have troubles to create and maybe you still feel a little sad... But at least you have the sweetest lover in the world, right there for you.

[chrisis-averted]

When I started this, I never thought it would become such a massive project. Even though it's still being published, it is now a multiwriter, multiartist illustrated project and I'm so excited for it!

Please do take a look, there's some amazing art in there now!

Editors/co-writer: @giraffes-golashes @morning-softness

Artists: @sevvaddle @dcartcorner

[jeremiahjahi]

Time to play again...As always...Keep Moving Folks!

Although, I play around in various mediums as an artist in front of and behind the camera, with pen and paper, etc., the words below never get old:

Hi Jeremiah -

Congratulations! They want to book you for The Lights in the role of the Pastor!!

Can you send me your SAG# and any conflicts you might have for early next week?

Thank you and congrats again!!

#cinema #artist #screenplay #thescript #multiartist #crafting #grinding #movement #photography #photographer #filmmaker #create #becreative #legacybuilding #playwright #documentarian #marineveteran #omegapsiphi1911 #phithetakappahonorsociety

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[noartnomoney]

NFT collection."Bloody Splatter Cats".Animated NFTs by multiartist Antonis T. dedicated to cats & horror films Click: https://opensea.io/collection/bloody-splatter-cats

[kismicommunity]

GM 💋 

Here are some kisses and fun from multiartist Alexandra Berliner aka. Alexana Devi (@alexana_devi) Have a pumped day! ☀️🔥 Sing along 💋 

Vibe with artist Alexandra Berliner 💙 here https://linktr.ee/alexandra.berliner 

[serpsmusic]

Ando preparando un #multiartists de un #clásico con @troyamusic_pr @troya_pr y esto es #bayamón lambóm 🤯 si quieres pista busca algún tema donde digan #guelo 🤯 @ipauta #baby #tu lo sabes bien 🏦 (at My Happy Little Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/B40ZoOtgTy_/?igshid=ldgmj37tmxor

[anastasciabeaudette]

I dont use this page so much , mostly my instagram , so follow me there if you want to see more photos & also videos of me

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[mystxmomo]

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[katechokaseke16]

Hey guys post for the day. Ladies & gentlemen may I present to y'all the Unreleased artwork #2 abstract art. Again I couldn't find a name for it. What do you guys think about this artwork let me know in the comments below 👇. As always continue to like, share, comment and follow me for more posts in the future Stay weird y'all and Dark Arise for the King phantom!!! 👑🌍🐐🎨🖌️💯👌 #fyp #unreleased #art #kaysart #Kayzntulikazi #darkart #darkarise #darkera #2003 #2023 #5years #multiartist #world #trending #zimbabwe #uae🇦🇪 #dubai #abstract #mytimeisnow #myyear https://www.instagram.com/p/CpmmCiZoft8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artwitch-studio]

Time for a change.... new logo!

[noevilproject]

[studioiqebe]

Soaring Through The Clouds

Four hours. Two hundred and forty minutes. Fourteen thousands four hundred and forty seconds. The plasticity of time which fills me up while it vanishes with each of my heartbeats. Behind the glass wall, I see the world passing by, cars speeding up and down, pedestrians slow and fast, all of the droplets of the persistant rain relentlessly crashing over the scene, a live image petrified by the damp cold and the global grey. Inside, it is not much warmer but excitement keeps me going. Even when I wait and lose my eyes in the nearby noise, forgetting for a short while the blinding colors, the dizzying lines, the overwhelming visions merging between the screen and my mind. It is happening; it is in the making; each touch is unescapable even when to only, that is in fact, realize that without was actually better. I have a kind being for docile arm and he keeps trying to get what I say and to make what I see. This pink is the worst most beautiful color I have ever s/b-een. I have it at the tip of my tongue, at the tip of my soul, but it still can’t translate. Technology is a limitless language of limits. And my special pink is forever gone: I have to settle for its ghost, the best negative of what it was, what that Saturday morning felt like, turning back for a quick second to capture this forgotten corner, or what that Tuesday afternoon tasted like, stopping by for a minute to take in the disheveled installation, or what that Wednesday noon looked like, arrested by the ease of novel creations, that is pronoiac nostalgia, me in flesh and feels, at last soaring through the mist of pain while gratefully being made of it. Yes, joy is the price. And it is always cheaper than one will ever expect.