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#tagamemnon#ancient greece#lesbian#someone said in notes of prev drawing that it'd be nice to see some working class ladies this time#so I got inspired and here are some less posh gals fetching water#I've spent much too much time drawing the background#pseudoart
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!! smut - minors dni; this is fuckin nastyy so look away or smthn; breeding kink :’3
mmm but simon not realizing he has breeding kink until someone brings it up
they’re out in a bar, chatting quietly even amidst the sheer volume of the weekend crowd, before johnny snorts and bumps his shoulders to simon’s in a teasing manner.
“especially LT,” johnny says, scottish accent even thicker now that he’s intoxicated. “he probably can’t wait to see his bonnie lass swollen with his kids. would probably retire jus’ for the very reason of makin’ her a momma.”
john snorts at johnny’s slurred words while kyle chokes on his drink, coughing quietly, almost politely, until john takes pity on the kid and smacks his back with measured thumps. johnny laughs, loud guffaws blending well with the buzz in the bar, but it’s not like simon noticed.
how could he focus when his mind’s feeding him images of the way you’d look heavy with a babe? or how he’d make it so that you are?
the way he’d fuck you until it takes; your pussy leaking and gaping and full of his cum. the way he’d keep you on his bed for hours, make a routine out of it until he’s repeating it for many days because he wouldn’t risk the chances. then, he can’t stop thinking about the way your body would change, building fat to cushion your belly, your sharp edges turning into soft and pudgy corners. the way you’d be so sensitive, so dependent on him.
fuck.
simon gets yanked back into the reality when he hears john chuckle, low rumbles of disbelief spilling from the puffs of his laughter. simon’s eyes flick up towards his captain and all john does is give him a pointed stare, his eyes crinkled in a surprised delight, before the older man tips his drink into his lips and finishes his bourbon.
simon’s fist closes around his glass of whiskey, and he tries his best to ignore the growing tightness of his jeans.
he can’t wait to file for a vacation leave.
#edited#suns.hc#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley#female reader#yk that prev post when i said i was ovulating and i said i want his kids? …yea#suns
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A quieter sad ending that follows every happy one
first | previous | next
#i know i said the prev was the happy ending..... but we all know who was always going to outilive everyone#toh fanart#owlhouse fanart#owl house#toh couch#toh#the owl house#toh collector#toh raine#toh eda#toh lilith#toh amity#toh camila#toh luz#toh hooty#toh willow#toh gus#toh hunter#toh king#toh belos#eda clawthorne#lilith clawthorne#the collector#king clawthorne#luz noceda#amity blight#willow park#gus porter#hunter noceda
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Every time I doubt my trauma, i look at the places where the furniture isn't - my unquenchable need for someone to express curiosity about me and my inner world, my complete inability to express candid emotions, the anxiety spike and vagus nerve activation around highly emotive men and unexpected phone calls, the way I can only express my thoughts when I'm literally sitting on my toilet (the only judgment-free, rushless place in existence). All these little indents in my carpeting will always be my proof that I went through something real.
This is my proof to myself that I truly, actually was the Convenient Child, and I am this way because nobody told me I didn't have to be until i had fully coalesced into an adult with a hole inside of me where my free will was supposed to be.
The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren’t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.
#the neglected child#childhood emotional neglect#prev said#when i was a kid loud kids disgusted me. screamers and those who expressed suddenly and seemingly without any control#now i realize those kids are often better off in the long run#and current tags say i am still this way#i am disgusted sometimes by people who feel free to be themselves and emote fully and are able to fully relax#but its jealousy and sadness for myself expressed as something less vulnerable#attacking someone else is so much easier than explaining and defending and holding and feeling and sharing all this incurable pain#why make someone else hold what i cannot put down#why ask someone to share and help me sit with something i cannot stand up and leave#it seems cruel to them to show them something they cannot alleviate#but i keep being told this is not how relationships and connection are supposed to work#that part of the connection is sharing the unfixable parts of you#i hope someday i understand the purpose of this in the parts of me that don't have the language nor logic nor reason for intellectualizing
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There's nothing he can't do. Yet.
(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#bonus comic#This whole poll and comic is very inspired by a convo I had with qourmet in one of their art streams.#namely that the Art Of Grilling is a powerful skill separate from cooking.#I've also been inspired by said convo to try and learn how to grill. What's the point of having a garden if I can't grill my summer squash?#Anyways. I hope this appeases the crowd that has been in arms about the prev prev poll.#I don't think teenji can cook. I think lan wangji is just very good at dedicating himself to whatever craft he needs to pick up.#give him a day and he will be a grill dad#the most powerful beast of the summer lawn biome.#Until then he will lie awake at night. Haunted by this inadequacy. He's just like me for real (chronic perfectionist).#I think this is the first domestic wangxian post i've made. God I'm so sorry wangxian fans.#wwx could not care *less* abt lwj having flaws. I think thats the beauty of this relationship. they *know* about each other's flaws FIRST.#Love each people *because* of the flaws - not despite them (thats my unsolicited advice for the day).#also if you noticed my medium gray marker slowly giving out...today it finally died on me....
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hayyyy besties
#stardew valley#shane stardew valley#sam stardew valley#sam sdv#shane sdv#my art#sdv posting#im so annoying posting this twice in 2 hours. oh well. whatebber!#LIKE I SAID on prev incarnation. i think they would be epic besties
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drawing this almost made me late to school lmao
#love how in prev post i literally said i don’t have time to draw#tbf i rushed this as well#my art#wait what do i tag this as??#ava#animator vs animation#animator vs minecraft#avm#ava green#avm green#green’s influencer arc#greenscreen#i rlly thought we would call him chromatic abbreviation cause that’s what dj called him#we’d call him chroma or something
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What's all this about Solas speaking in iambic pentameter? English isn't my first language so I never noticed anything odd about the way he talks, but your blog is the first time I've seen it mentioned by anyone
hello! ◕‿◕ Solas sometimes speaks in a specific pattern or rhythm. It sometimes gets described as or compared by people to iambic pentameter. (which is a type of rhythm common in traditional English poetry. Shakespeare used it in his sonnets and plays.) Though, I'm not sure that it's actually literally that or always that. The main point is that at those times, he's speaking particularly poetically, with a specific poetic rhythm in his speech. (Like where the stress on syllables is and the 'beats' in his speech.) Occasionally, the Inquisitor's dialogue line[s] in response to him are the same.
When Trick Weekes wrote Solas in DA:I, they wrote some of his key scenes to KD Lang's cover of the song Hallelujah on a loop. They talked about some of their process and the reasons for the use of this technique in terms of Solas' characterization in this DA:I-era blog post:
Trick Weekes: "When Solas talks about things that he saw in the Fade, things that speak to a distant past, I needed him to sound ever so slightly otherworldly and wistful – someone remembering a dream with a sense of both sadness and inevitability. If you follow [that link] and look at some of Solas’s lines, you may notice a familiar rhythm come out. It would have been forcing it to give lines the same rhyme scheme, but giving the words the meter captured some of that wistfulness and made Solas sound ever so slightly otherworldly. (In the rare cases the player got into the same rhythm, there was always an approval bump from Solas. For that brief period, it was like the player was thinking like he did.) I used this a few times over the game, and I love what it did to his voice. Also, Cori (who edited Solas) is exceedingly kind for putting up with my request that changes to those lines keep this surreptitious rhythm."
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An example of when it happens in DA:I is:
"I've journeyed deep into the Fade // in ancient ruins and battlefields // to see the dreams of lost civilizations. I've watched as hosts of spirits clash // to reenact the bloody past // in ancient wars both famous and forgotten. Every great war // has its heroes. // I'm just curious // what kind you'll be."
Compare this with the song's lyrics:
"I heard there was a secret chord // That David played, and it pleased the Lord // You don't really care for music, do ya? Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth // The minor fall, the major lift // The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah // Hallelujah // Hallelujah // Hallelujah"
An example from Trespasser is:
"I lay in dark and dreaming sleep [I heard there was a secret chord] while countless wars and ages passed [That David played, and it pleased the Lord] I woke still weak a year before I joined you. [You don't really care for music, do ya?]" etc.
Recent mentions of this are:
Q. Will Solas still occasionally or dramatically speak in iambic pentameter? A. “Massive kudos to Patrick, who always writes Solas so well. Again, Solas is a returning character. It’s the same Solas you know and love (or hate depending on who you are). The same writer. So I think the answer is yeah, it’s Solas.” – John Epler
[source: BioWare dev Discord Q&A on June 14th]
User: "you really went off with solas. but the iambic pentameter makes writing fanfic dialogue for him so treacherous..." Trick Weekes: "It doesn't always have to be in the cadence! Just when he's deeply feeling The Old Days! He's written in standard prose 99% of the time!"
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I think he does it a bit in the gameplay reveal video [Veil ripping scene with Varric] too. hope this helps :>
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[For the developer Q&A from June 14th on Discord: Notes are here, re-watch link is here]
#video games#mjs mailbag#groons#long post#longpost#aa nb in this post i'm not saying it's IP. i said i dont think its actually literally that 😅#it says ppl describe it as that and then has quotes hh#same as prev mentions on my blog :D its quotes from e.g. the discord q&a transcript#where someone asked about it in a question#spoilers
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guy between yo legs 😱!! drew a couple moments from his recent audio as promised teehee
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted guy#niirem art !#u guys in my prev post better follow thru with all the crazy stuff y'all said#took me too long to get it started but here he is#do i need to tag this as mature or smtn#idk bruh i'm barely on here 💀#too lazy to colour#reply farts if u actually read all these tags /hj#i <3 guy !!!
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you can escape the horrors but you cant escape the trans eye color
#warrior cats#warriors#wc#shadowsight#beau's art#artists on tumblr#my prev shadowsight and ashfur post blew up and a lot of ppl said/thought shadow's left eye/ash's eyes looked liek the trans flag#that was completely unintended but i think that was EXTREMELY funny
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Armando, Escape from the Planet of the Apes (1971)
"Not my circus. Not my monkeys."
I say, nonchalantly. Arousing no suspicion amidst the angry shouting of offended patrons, as I casually abandon my ill-fated and poorly thought out Bonobo Chimp Circus behind me.
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last time i posted my messy sketches people liked them. so im posting this one do people want this
#my art#ok i wanted to post this but it was too crooked and the proportions were weird so i went to edit it a bit on my phone#its ok i guess#is this suggestive?#ask me to tag if ya think so#i lost my prev tags as i was making this post and saving it to drafts to edit it so idk what i said there#something about how hes half nakey and his peets are out in the open and people always comment on it#but i dont think my art is that much wilder than the source material. usually. this might be a bit further so#sam and max#the coloring is meant to look like sunlight thru leaves idk if it looks like it or nah but imagine it does#also i said might delete later but once someone reblogs it doesnt matter so whatevers
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i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage
#eliot posts#dunme#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#sorry to put toshiro in the roll of shitty job interviewer lmao#but he was the best fit for ''guy that wants me to read their mind''#laios being my internal monologue here#i was on my THIRD interview of the day i was Dying#tho since the prev two interviews i had were for similar positions and told me their salaries outright at least i could use that number#(though tbh my work persona is more of a kabru. my customer service voice is unparalleled)#(at my first job even my coworkers thought i was sooo cheerful til i got too comfy and casually made a joke abt wanting to asphyxiate on a#plastic shopping bag like a sea turtle. in front of my sweet elderly coworker. oops!)#(also this job was during quarantine and after weeks of working together i took my mask off in front of one coworker for the first time#and she called like half the department over from their registers to look at how pretty i was??? prettyboy powers unmatched ig)#(also my first interview today went SO well i charmed that interviewer so good despite my lack of qualifications)#(she even complimented my social skills and said i seemed like the type who could get along well and make good conversation with anyone!)#(which is important bc i was interviewing for an elder care position. also old people especially tend to think i am a Delightful Young Lad)#(unless i accidentally make a morbid joke around them ig lmaooo. or. well. some of them like those too. but not that one coworker lol)#(if only that skill transferred over to actually making friends irl. my autistic ass has so few close irl connections)#(i hope my exceedingly short list of character references does not prevent me from getting hired)#AND ALSO my first job asked the same wage question and i said twelve dollars#and they were like all our new employees start at 7.75#the union insists that we pay all new employees a whopping 50 cents above min wage. (we'd pay less if we could)#like dawg why did you ask that then??? if my answer did not matter at all???
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remember this message from aventurine?
yeah, so I wrote that scene.
To Aventurine's luck, he was rescued from the Nihility, the end, by a knight of Beauty. How lucky… He lives to see another day. Another assignment, another project, another trip which will all get blurred in a haze, memories merging together like melted crayons his mind too blurry if he ever even tried to recall.
A single drop of water slithered down his back under his satin shirt. His face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, trembling, hands shaking with terror mirrored in his wide open eyes. The hill of his throat bopping as he gasps for air. The sheets felt too heavy, too warm, too suffocating. Another night he woke up drenched in sweat. Another nightmare where the air left his lungs, he was alone, they weren’t there, no peace of death, no calm embrace of sins forgiven and a new life beginning. The air scratched against his throat, rose thorns dragging along the sides of his windpipe poisoning his vocal cords, his words dying there before they could be vocalized in yelps, wails, or even pleadings. His chest rises and falls down in weak attempts to make his heart calm down, to stop it from jumping out of his chest and making him less of a human than he already thinks he is. Red crescent moons scattered inside his palms are sending aching pain to his nerve’s ends, he stares forward, he doesn’t pay them much mind- he cannot, the pain could ground him but he is too out of it. out of his mind, out of his body, desperately clutching onto the sheets, the branches of this existence, of this reality. Palms sweaty with the ending of the nightmare still trapped in his tense hands, the bitter taste on his tongue the flavor of nihility. The eyes that glow in the dark, that he would’ve sold in his past if it got him something… money? freedom? If such a thing even exists. Those same eyes like boiling water overflowing and, with salt and regret fall down the hills of his cheeks. He cannot control them, the tears, it is his body’s weak attempt at regulating his emotions. He has been running, every gamble, every manipulation, every flashy smile… it is him running from his past and back to it. his legs would give out underneath him if he was standing, knees too weak, feet too swollen, burning him up from inside. Settling more in the now, he feels the guilt dripping off his teeth, snake toxin that colors each of his smiles and paints his every pretty praise… did he truly do it just to see his family once more? throwing it all away for that… what would they think of him provoking an emanator, throwing this precious life away for the ones who have passed on? anger. White, hot anger, he regrets it. they wouldn’t- he never should’ve done it. they would want their little boy to persevere. to continue on. to stop gambling his own life. what is he worth if he won’t wager that of which has little matter to him? what blatant lies… the one who does not care for his life doesn’t clutch his chips in his hand for dear life. sadness. The ends of his hair stick to the back of his neck like ropes and chains that once bound him. or perhaps strings with which he is controlled. No one controls him. or perhaps this… glamourous, extravagant persona of Aventurine does. He needs to make a change. Cut the strings, control his own body, his choices, he can do better, he will do better… maybe he will dare to want to do better… in regards to himself. the various nightmares that keep his nights restless and his body frail keep coming, he exhales a heavy breath hoping, praying, that this is the last one. that this never-ending torment will end. Now his back aches from sitting up like so, or is it the weight of his job and his curse the ones which make it bend so? He has betrayed himself every day. putting the flamboyant clothes on and wearing it like a clown suit, parading around… except if someone gets close enough and sees the little Kakavasha hidden deep, far inside.
Sheets rustle behind him, grounding him even more in the present, anchoring him further in his body and out of the darkness of his dreams. “another one?” the baritone voice quietly asks, strong arms embracing his torso and his hand clutched onto them for… dear life. a hand presses against his damp forehead, seemingly checking his temperature. The thick, swallowing, dooming silence now cut with breathing of another that came to his awareness. Another set of ribs expanding and contracting against his own. A heart beating, pumping blood in rhythm with his. “I will draw us a bath.” The arms threaten to move away, and Aventurine grips them tightly refusing to let go, he turns back facing the man his eyes pleading, begging him to not go. “Veritas…” the man’s eyelashes flutter a few times before the indigo hair moves with a nod. “I’m here, Kakavasha. Right here. We will go together.”
#was going through some of my prev posts#& under this one i said i wanted to write this#and then i just did...in one sitting#dk if anyone did this yet#but this is my take on it#and also i could never put just angst. i always try in some way to provide comfort in the end. if u dont like the comfort bit just skip it#ig?#aventurine#kakavasha#dr veritas ratio#ratiorine#raturine#golden ratio#aventio#i cant help myself when writing either of them to not include the other one#they go hand in hand for me#hurt/comfort#angst#fluff#hsr#honkai star rail#its about 800 words#aventurine x dr ratio
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DINNER IN AMERICA (2020)
#m#i made the prev 3 dia gifsets like. last year. and i forget my settings for them#so it's been an afternoon of experimenting in ps trying to make decent gifs again. idk if i succeeded but!#here we are!!!! they still look kinda blurry to me tho :(#anyway. the way hes like wait he actually said that to u?????????????#patty i lvoe you#dinnerinamericaedit#kylergallneredit#emilyskeggsedit#dinner in america#kyle gallner#emily skeggs#gifs
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he said ₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎
#wooyoung#ateez#kpop#shrimp gifs#ateezedit#i want... to eat... abura soba... but i'll be satisfied with watching uyo eat (��´◡`❁)#look... his little face... his nose.... his cheekies.... 우요오오오오오오오ㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗㅗ#i love how hwa and san are both wearing paper aprons to avoid staining their clothes with sauce but wooyo said nah idc#god his shoulders look so nice here. sho우lders#ah yeah i also tried a new watermark but idk if it's better or worse than the prev one lol. it's def more visible but
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