#please this is so bad

[stupidfvckingrabbit]

Not a good sketch but silly enough for me to post- this fucker absolutely hasn't let any of the boi's talk

[mitchmrner]

elias nodding at the djs i know his ass is tired

[hoofpeet]

14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Dadbod!Nanami...

Hear me out... Once you're married, all settled down and he's not a sorcerer anymore and he's at peace. He gains a few extra pounds, just because he's been baking so much and eating good food.

And you're not complaining, the extra weight feels so nice when he's on top of you, fucking into you slowly. You grab onto his thick biceps, wrapping your legs around his torso as he bullies his cock into you. And you can almost swear his cock feels bigger, thicker since he gained the weight.

So much so that tears trickle down your face from the added girth. And Nanami like the man he is takes notice.

"Feel good? Why are you crying, honey?" an expression of slight worry on his gorgeous face. But his cock has you speechless and the way you clench around him tells him just that. And he smirks as he feels you go dumb because of his cock.

"So... so fucking good...," is all you manage to say, as you pray to whatever God there is, for your husband to keep the dad bod.

[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.

[xylographica]

sunlight

[beif0ngs]

THIS SPECIFIC SHOT OF JINX HOLDING ISHA TIGHTLY IN HER ARMS, AND SEVIKA INSTINCTIVELY USING HER ENTIRE BODY TO SHIELD THEM FROM THE EXPLOSION HAS A COMPLETE AND UTTER CHOKEHOLD ON MY HEART 🥺💔

I SWEAR IF ANYONE HURTS THEM I’M GONNA 🔪🔪🔪

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The biggest fumble of the century

[loganspr1ncess]

starting at 12am

[mattpresents]

[tswkento]

nanami is not the type of man to sleep naked. he prefers to have a light tee and loose cotton pants that never see the light of other rooms aside from his bedroom and bathroom. it’s comfortable and it’s soft and he doesn’t think about it at all.

but it’s something he disregards after you start spending nights at his place.

he doesn’t care about it; you’re everything that plagues his mind and makes up his world and it doesn’t matter if you’re present by his side or not — but if you are, there is no way nanami can think about clothes.

how could he? the skinship, the addictive feeling of you soft body fitting almost perfectly against his, your gentle hands caressing his now relaxed body and legs tangled with the set of his.

on the first night that you decided to spend at his home; after a wonderful third date that left you and him very much hungry for more time with each other, kento timidly proposed the idea of you stopping at his place to recharge and then go home, but naturally, one thing led to another, and soon he couldn’t care less about work in the next morning or being appropriate.

the bed feels a lot softer with you in it, and when nanami moves to grab his clothes from his nightstand, you only tug him closer to yourself, moulding your body against his. the playful curl of your kiss-swollen lips luring him back in, your honeyed voice calling out to him like an ethereal siren would.

your plush tits pressing onto the surface of his hard chest whilst your warm palms roaming over the expanse of his back, and the silky sheets felt a lot more pleasant than usual.

it felts so heavenly that the thought of having a physical barrier between your bodies that would prevent him from exchanging body heat with you, basking in your affection, your oh so generously shared love, and dismissing clothes for that seemed the only way to properly enjoy your presence in his bed. in your bed <33

[fvlselvrs]

๋࣭    ⭑🦋๋࣭    ⭑     ┆     for    @wantcn.

    inspo.

to    think    of    his    sister    as    anything    but    innocent    felt    like    a    crime    unto    itself    ⸺    steady    hands    had    gripped    her    arms,    only    to    slink    a    protective    arm    around    her    waist    as    her    feet    were    dragged    across    wooden    floor.    "    you    should've    quit    when    you    were    ahead,    "    he    scolded,    though    his    words    held    no    malice.    it    was    only    a    matter    of    steps    before    he    was    carefully    laying    her    inebriated    body    on    the    bed    —  his    bed  —    and    he    paused.    eyes    looked    curiously,    seeing    the    way    she    laid    limp,    all    but    dead    to    the    world,    with    clothes    that    barely    clung    to    her    body.    his    tongue    clicked    in    discontent.    "    naughty    girl,    "    low    voice    mumbled    to    himself.    "    —    should    never    be    allowed    to    dress    yourself.    "    he    had    to    get    her    out    of    those    clothes,    he  had  to.    his    fingers    curled    around    fabric    of    shorts    as    they    slowly    eased    up    her    thighs.    a    shuttered    sigh    fell    from    his    mouth    as    brown    eyes    glanced    at    the    panties    between    her    thighs.  tsk    tsk,  "    what    are    you    doing    wearing    these,    huh?    "    he    asked    in    a    whisper,    even    if    she    wouldn't    answer    him.    curiousity    easily  got    the    best    of    him    as    thick    digits    lightly    dragged    over    the    fabric.    one    hooked    around    the    hem    just    enough    to    pull    them    to    the    side    —    lips    curled    into    a    smirk,    dark    in    nature.    "    oh,    you    really    are    a    naughty    girl    ...    hiding    something    so    pretty    from    me.    "    the    same    couldn't    resist    slipping    between    her    folds,    if    only    in    the    ghost    of    a    touch.    but    her    shorts    were    quickly    forgotten,    and    the    same    strong    hands    that    had    guided    her    to    the    bed    so    gently    were    now    coaxing    her    legs    to    spread    wider. 

[0800-p1llowhump3r]

tie me to your bed and force me to take a knotted toy that's too big. listen to me cry as you stretch my hole and slap my cunt as i beg you to stop. when you push the knot in, watch my back arch and my eyes roll back as I rock my hips up to take the knot. as I start to get used being filled, switch it on. let me scream as it comes to life and starts pounding my puppycunt. this is my place, this is where I belong- tied down and being forced to submit to a bigger doggy

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[magentasnail]

so I started playing stardew valley, and now it's the only thing I want to do with my life

I had to trick myself by drawing stardew things, namely krobus my beloved