#shiftless

[canisalbus]

How do you draw so frequently???

I'm starting to think I probably have some passive ADHD so I end up always admiring ppl who can just constantly do stuff, it's like a dream, your art is also like a dream, Vasco is also a sweet dream, I really like Vasco, he looks really sweet

I set aside a little bit of time every evening just to draw, it's become almost like a wind down routine for me. It helps if I don't treat it as serious 100% effort hard mode art time, I usually multitask a little on the side, watch a movie or take breaks to do little chores around the house and art just sort of happens if it happens. Lately I've been making mostly personal low pressure feel-good pieces.

[anjanahalo]

My personal headcanon for Jonathon's stay in Castle Dracula is, after the Count destroys his shaving mirror, Jonathon has a terrible shaving job for a few days before he gives up on trying to keep clean shaven and grows a terrible patchy beard instead of attempting to shave without a reflection to watch. It adds to his growing sense of helplessness and loss of agency. He can't even groom himself properly anymore, and he grows more haggard looking both from his uneven facial hair and the growing stress and dread.

[notbecauseofvictories]

you know, I have to give algorithms credit sometimes---or at least when I log onto netflix and the very first suggestion is "what if life in 17th century poland was a comedy"

[markodragic]

to the person who stole my feebas/milotic in pokemon violet instead of trading it back in good faith, I hope you die today

[albertfinch]

DAILY MEDITATIONS AND AFFIRMATIONS - May 25, 2024

"Arise from the dead..." - Ephesians 5:14

The life and power comes after we "get up and get going," God does not give us overcoming life -- He gives us life as we overcome.  When the inspiration of God comes and He says, "Arise from the dead," we have to get ourselves up; God will not lift us up. Our Lord said to the man with the withered hand "Stretch out your hand" (Matthew 12:13).

Luke 17:21 - "...for indeed, the Kingdom of God is within you." God wants you to be conscious of the abundance of resources in His Kingdom. Jesus said "The Kingdom of God is within you." this means that the Kingdom of God is not some physical place. It is within you and it is where the abundance of resources is.

So if you want to experience abundance in your life, come to understand, and be conscious of your Christ identity, then what is inside you will become a reality on the outside because His Kingdom is within you!

AFFIRMATIONS: 

My love is set on God and I know His name  -  so He delivers me and sets me on high!  He answers me when I call and is with me in bad times.  He delivers me, honors me, satisfies me with long life, and continues showing me salvation.  (Psalm 91:14-16)

The Lord is my rock.  He is solid and does not change.  He is my Fortress, surrounding me with protection.  He is my Deliverer, always making a way for me.  My God, my refuge!  (Psalm 18:2)

I will not be like those who are delivered over and over again  -  those who are bent on rebellion and choose to continue to go back and waste away in their own sin.  I will not abuse the goodness of God!  I will not go back to the very thing I was delivered from!  (Psalm 106:43)

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[canisalbus]

I hope you have a lovely day today. ❤️

Thank you! You too! 🧡

[houseofherby]

Completely disrespectful and entirely out of hand

Nope Gloss

Infamously used during the Great Snackroom Ambush, where Herby was cornered mid-scone by a coworker trying to trauma dump in the name of “just checking in.”

One swipe of Nope Gloss, one look, and the conversation spontaneously rerouted to someone less emotionally fortified.

Gloss later found sitting, unopened, on the lead’s desk. Returned. Respectfully.

Herby Apothecary Drops :

http://ko-fi.com/priestessherby

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

remember that walden quote that's like NO ONE is so poor and stupid that they should use a pumpkin for a chair. but the other day my neighbor offered to give me their old doormat and I was like that's a little extravagant

[projectdivaar]

u ever listen 2 a song an ur js like. why did this take me so long oh my god. coz. yeah.

[citylighten]

teaser for the next sink or swim update

[historias-multorum]

@morifactory​ continuing from this.

“That makes two of us.” Aizawa gave a short answer.

As a visitor to Sevaerin, he didn’t know what to expect at first. Certainly wasn’t expecting to dine with royalty either but here he was. There were questions circulating around this whole lunch but- for now he’d just enjoy the hospitality and food that nobles like her liked to indulge in.

“So, how long have you been in power?” He struck up conversation.

[winxanity-ii]

FOXED IN [1/2]

ship: fem!fennec fox!reader x various!beastar warnings: non-explicit ( maybe cursing/profanity; sorry y'all I gotta loose mouth) word count: 1.7k a/n: heheh, I got back into beastars so idk might dabble with this more in a full fic way, we'll see I got so many running in my head 🤣😩 Part 2

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The summer sun was hot as it shone down, beating relentlessly on the over-crowded public pool.

You sucked your teeth in annoyance, shifting on the edge of the pool where you'd been perched for what felt like an eternity.

Kids ran wild, yelling and splashing without a care, their tiny feet pounding on the slick concrete, almost slipping every time they turned a corner too sharply.

You couldn't help but flinch each time one of them ran too close, kicking up water that sprayed in your direction.

The constant nudging and the unending splashes were starting to grate on your patience.

You felt droplets of water continuously flicked onto your legs, each one colder than the last, and it took everything in you to not growl under your breath.

You were here because you'd bitten your tongue earlier and agreed to babysit your niece and nephews while your sister went grocery shopping. Free of charge, might you add.

It wasn't even that she asked nicely—it was more like you felt the weight of her tired eyes and the desperation in her voice, and before you knew it, you found yourself nodding and watching her rush out the door.

The one thing that made it bearable was the promise of her buying your little snack list as payment, but the longer you sat there, the more those snacks seemed not worth it.

The sound of another big splash brought you back to the present, a wave of water washing up over your legs, some of it splattering onto your shorts.

You sucked your teeth again, this time louder, and decided you'd had enough.

"Yup, I'm about to dip," you muttered to yourself, pushing off the pool's edge.

You weaved your way toward the crowded pool chairs, squeezing through the narrow paths between towels and bags until you made it to your family's little space.

Your aunt was watching from under an oversized sun hat, and one of your nieces sat beside her, eyes glued to your phone screen as some YouTube video blared.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you hand Tee-Tee her phone real quick?" you called out, trying to keep your voice as gentle as possible despite your growing irritation.

The little girl looked up, blinking at you, and then obediently handed the phone over.

You smiled at her, genuinely happy she listened.

She was one of the good ones, you thought sourly, the kind of kid that didn't make you want to rip your hair out. If it had been any of the others, they probably would've thrown the phone into the pool in a fit of rage.

With the phone in hand, you quickly shot off a message to your sister:

𝐋𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐒 Sorry, too many kids around, my ass is starting to itch. Deuces.

You didn't even bother waiting to see if she'd read it. Whatever she had to say, it could wait until you were far, far away from the chlorine and chaos.

Pocketing your phone, you told your aunt and niece bye, promising you'd see them tomorrow for family dinner.

Your aunt waved you off absentmindedly, ogling at some shiftless, buff lifeguard on duty through her binoculars; from where she got them, you had no fucking clue.

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your stuff, and began making your way out.

A moment later, you were nudged by a running kid, and you nearly fell into the pool but caught yourself just in time.

You called after the child, "Slow the hell down, you fucking crotch goblin!" huffing before turning back to leave, only to slip on someone's wet croc and fall backward into the pool.

The cold water hit you like a slap. For a second, everything was a blur of chlorine and light refracting through the surface.

But what should have been a normal kick and push back up to the surface was delayed, not only by the overcrowded surface but by your waterlogged bag tugging you down, dragging you deeper.

You opened your eyes underwater, the sharp sting of chlorine burning them instantly. Panic set in as you struggled to pull off your bag, your arms flailing in the heavy water.

Your lungs burned, screaming for air, and you kicked harder, almost breaking the surface, almost tasting the chlorine-soaked air.

But the chaos above—the kicking legs, the waves—pushed you back down, the pressure growing in your chest.

The muffled shouts and splashes from above seemed distant, distorted by the water, like you were in some other dimension entirely.

The pressure on your chest grew, the heavy weight of your bag pulling you deeper, and you kicked harder, desperate to reach the surface.

But no matter how hard you fought, the surface seemed just out of reach—so close, yet the world above felt like it was slipping away.

The chlorine-soaked water filled your senses, sharp and chemically, burning the back of your throat as panic set in. You thrashed, trying to tear off your bag, your arms sluggish and heavy.

And just when your vision began to blur with darkness, something changed.

The water's cold grip vanished.

Your lungs didn't burn. The pressure in your chest evaporated.

You blinked...

... and opened your eyes.

The light came back.

The sound, taste, smell, and touch—it all came back.

The sound hit you first—not muffled and distorted anymore, but sharp and loud. The blare of honking horns, the distant buzz of conversations, the whoosh of a passing bus.

Your eyes adjusted to a new scene, sunlight flickering through tall buildings instead of the pool's glistening surface.

You were on the curb, your body pressed against warm pavement that was a far cry from the frigid pool water.

The smell of chlorine had been replaced with something foreign—a mix of gasoline, hot asphalt, and street food.

Your damp skin clung uncomfortably to the fabric of your clothes, but it wasn't the soggy, heavy sensation of being underwater.

It was just... hot. Sweaty. Real.

You blinked again, trying to take everything in—the movement, the noise, the overwhelming presence of this place.

A yellow cab zipped by, honking loudly at a pedestrian. Your head jerked back, face scrunching up in confusion.

A cab?

The air here was different too—thick with city smells, far from the sharp, sterile bite of chlorine.

The ground beneath you wasn't cool and slick like the pool's edge; it was rough, heated by the sun, and every nerve in your body screamed that something was wrong.

Your eyes scanned the scene around you. The towering buildings, the bustling people, the blur of colors as everyone moved with purpose.

Okay... this is definitely not the pool.

A strange sinking feeling began settling in your stomach.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that, didn't see you there, haha!" a voice cut through your thoughts.

You looked up, your eyes focusing on the person in front of you—a blond boy, maybe in his late teens. He had warm, honey-brown eyes that seemed to glint playfully in the sunlight, and honestly, he was kind of cute.

The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled made him look approachable, even charming.

But what made you falter were the two fluffy ears on top of his head—golden Labrador ears.

He was dressed in casual clothing and spoke with a friendly smile, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to understand what you were seeing.

At first, your instinct was to put as much distance between you and the strange hybrid Labrador in front of you as quickly as possible. But you hesitated, not wanting to make a scene.

Your mind raced, trying to calculate if you could get away without drawing attention—maybe find the nearest phone booth and dial up the US' Area 51 unit or something.

Instead, you gave—what you hoped—was a sweet smile, saying, "No worries, I'm fine." All those years laboring away as a server had finally paid off in moments like this.

It seemed to work because the Labrador's tail began wagging happily from side to side, his whole demeanor brightening. "Oh man, I'm so glad you're okay! You really took quite the tumble there," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Here, let me help you up," he added, reaching out a hand.

Before you could even decline, the dog-boy easily picked you up, cradling you in one arm like you weighed nothing.

Wait...

Horror struck you as you realized just how small you were compared to the hybrid-man.

You were nearly three times smaller than him. His arm felt like a steel beam against your back, and his strength was undeniable, his tail wagging all the while.

The man's golden Labrador ears fell slightly, his tail going still as he noticed your horrified expression at being picked up.

He hastily apologized, setting you down as gently as possible, his face flushed. "Oh geez, I'm really sorry about that. It's just—second nature, you know? My roommate's a fennec fox, and he's always needing a hand," he rambled, clearly nervous.

His words were abruptly cut off when you heard someone call out, "____!"

Your ears twitched, and your head swiveled towards the sound. The voice was a bit deep, carrying a warmth.

Before you knew it, a small tan figure dashed over and crashed into you in a tight hug. The impact almost knocked the breath out of you, but the boy's jolly laughter softened the surprise.

"I missed you so much, cuz! I can't believe you finally transferred to Cherryton!" he exclaimed, excitement radiating off of him.

When he pulled back, you took in the sight of a cute, tan boy. He had dark, curly hair, and his crooked teeth were visible as he smiled broadly. On top of his head were two large light brown ears, twitching slightly.

You blinked, staring at him, unsure how to react.

Then, your gaze drifted over his shoulder, taking in the numerous human-animal hybrids walking around as if everything was normal.

Slowly, your eyes lowered to your own figure, and you finally noticed—felt—a small, rhythmic thump against the back of your upper thighs.

Turning your head slightly, you saw a small black tail.

What the fuck...

[lxzy-bxby]

Tell Me How Good It Feels to Be Needed (MDNI 18+)

Caleb × Fem!Reader

WC: 1,816 CW&Tags: Smut with no plot ♡ Cowgirl ♡ Unprotected p-in-v ♡ Creampie ♡ Pussy pronouns ♡ No proofread ♡ No use of Y/N ♡ Pussy spanking ♡ Rough&gentle ♡ Petnames (pip-squeak, pips, good girl, baby, honey) AN: Divider by @.saradika-graphics :)

~ ♡ ~

You could swear Caleb’s cock was going to rip you apart.

As your fingernails digged into his sweaty shoulder blades, you desperately tried to sink yourself down, to take another torturous inch. But every inch of his dick felt like two—the head alone was torture, wide and swollen.

“Come on, honey,” Caleb cooed, arms wrapped around your back—hugging you. “Quit playing coy. We both know you can take it. Didn’t I stretch her good, huh?”

You whine pathetically, thighs straining from holding yourself up. Your pussy lips wrapped snugly around his bulbous cockhead. Just like they did perfectly five minutes ago, around three of his calloused lengthy fingers.

“Uh-huh. That’s right. She’s ready to fuckin’ swallow me whole, baby. Why won’t you let her?” He whispers straight into your ear, his hot breath caressing your lobe. “Don’t make me do it myself, pip-squeak.” His hands then slide down to your waist, squeezing it in a warning; the pet name coming like a mockery from his lips given the circumstances, his voice low, sending myriads of shivers down your arched spine.

“It won’t fit, Caleb.” You mewl, face nestling in the crook of his neck. That’s a fat lie, of course—it always did, yet every time you were scared like it was the first.

“I’ll make it fit.” 

His tongue glides over your earlobe as his palms press into your midriff.

In one swift movement, Caleb sinks you down—until he’s balls-deep in you.

You cry out, more out of surprise than anything else. Definitely not pain—you were so wet that he slipped into you, your cunt drenched with your slick and lube he generously poured before finger-fucking you earlier. Your spongy walls clench around him, as surprised as you are.

“That’s it. Wasn’t so scary, was it?” He murmurs, his face contorted with pleasure as your pussy keeps quievering. His eyes then flicker to you—and his tough guy act immediately breaks, “I didn’t hurt you… Right?” Now he’s the one to mewl, cupping your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

You shake your head no vehemently.  

And Caleb gets drunk on it.

He now cups your waist instead of your face, making you feel tiny in comparison to his huge palms.

One of his palms slides lower—to deliver a smack to your ass.

“Then bounce on it like a good girl you are. Now.” 

An order, and you know for a fact Caleb will not tolerate disobedience.

Comes with the job.

So you obey, hoisting yourself up with herculean effort, your knees shaking and thighs still trembling. His cock slips out of you—head so red it looks disturbing, slit dribbling with precum. 

He is fucking dripping for you.

You whimper as you lower yourself back down, accepting just the half of him. 

A second later you whimper once again when he slaps your ass even harder, making taut skin jiggle, only to rub it soothingly right away.

“That’s not bouncin’. Do you need me to teach you how to? Are you ready to walk funny tomorrow then?” His voice is so low, so authoritative—you feel yourself clenching just from the sound of it. Caleb groans, squeezing your ass cheek to keep himself grounded. “Fucking tight… always so fucking tight.”

He thrusts into you unexpectedly, making you yelp and hold on to his shoulders.

“I have to make you bounce, I have to make you come… You’re so shiftless, pips.” He chuckles lowly, pressing his nose to your neck.

You’re too cockdrunk to think, yet that still hurts your pride.

Just like he intended.

You start to move with more enthusiasm, still unable to take him in balls-deep, but now fitting in more than a half. The bedhead slams obscenely, just as your tits sway with every move and as his heavy balls slap against your rear.

And Caleb keeps moaning.

Not growling, not groaning.

But letting out those sounds between a whimper and a cry, so loud it overpowers your own moans.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, continuing to swell, continuing to stretch your poor cunt even further.

His nails dig into your waist as his head practically rests on your shoulder.

“Just… like… that.” He pants into your ear. “Squeeze me, yeah, like this… Please… Don’t you…. don’t you stop.”

Caleb pleads you.

The switch is so unexpected you have no idea how to react, but you keep on riding him, moving up and down on his cock, your cunt eager to fulfill his wish.

And Caleb keeps on whimpering, snuggled deep in you so good you could feel every ridge and vein as his shaft kept throbbing desperately, drooling with pre.

While your clit kept aching numbly, swollen and neglected.

“Caleb, please…” It was your turn to whine then. “I… please, need you… Please, Caleb…”

Which probably triggered something within him, again.

He snapped out of his cuntdrunk daze, lifting his head, his steel eyes meeting yours.

And his lips stretched out into a devilish smirk.

“Oh? So now you need me.” Caleb husks, clutching your waist with an iron grip. “Is that right, pip-squeak? Do you need me?”

You nod eagerly, at this point already ready to sniffle.

There is no bound to your relief when his palm dives in between your hot bodies.

And there is no bound to your surprise when this palm slaps against your wailing clit, making you cry out.

“That bad, huh? Look at you. Suddenly so… needy.” He spits out, firmly circling your nub with his thumb before spanking it again.

Tears prickle out of corners of your eyes, making you drop your chin onto his broad shoulder.

“Too—” His palm lands on your clit with rough smack, “fucking—” another one, “bad.” Caleb finishes with two more.

You’re so sensitive his calloused skin feels both pleasurable and painful for you. Another cry makes him soften, if only just for a moment.

“You’re gonna tell me how bad you need me, and you’re gonna tell it loud.” Caleb murmurs, pressing a sudden soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You let out another whimper, “I… n-need you so bad, Caleb… Please…” You then bury your face in his neck.

New smack is delivered to your ass. “Eyes on me.”

You obey, meeting his stern gaze through the bleary haze of your own eyes.

“I… need you.” You try again.

Instead of smack, it’s a chain of thrusts this time—deep, toe curling and rough. “Louder.”

Even if you didn’t mean to be loud, his pounding made you. “Caleb!.. I need you… s-so much!...”

He finally grins in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Caleb’s thumb is back on your clit, swirling around it, rubbing in tight circles, smearing your slick around. You whine, barely remembering to keep on riding him, your cunt clenching and unclenching around his girthy cock.

Caleb gladly reminds you, however, by making a thrusts of his own.

You try to match his wild pace, too distracted by the way his thumb fumbles with your clit just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

The feeling is mutual, you suppose when you feel his cock twitching some more inside of you.

Low groan spilling from Caleb’s lips only proves it.

“Ladies first.” He declares before rubbing you even faster and even tighter.

You mewl, feeling heat in the low of your belly starting to burn unbearably hot.

“Who’s making you cum like this?” Caleb demands, stopping when you’re not answering right away.

“You…” You whimper.,

“Say my name.” He groans, pinching your clit.

“Caleb!” You cry out, and with another twirl, you’re done.

As you go limp, he softly tucks you into his neck but doesn’t still even for a minute, fucking you through your orgasm and not letting you pass out on him.

“Not yet, honey. Not done here.” He explains gently, rubbing his slick-coated tumb on your cheek.

You don’t even try to move as he starts to fuck into your body, his pelvic slamming against yours as he tenderly kisses the top of your head.

You keep mewling quietly, holding tight onto him.

“I’m gonna cum in you and you’ll take it.” Caleb declares casually in the softest voice as his cock starts prodding at the opening of your cervix with every thrust.

Your moans become louder as he stretches you even hearder.

“Gonna shoot a load right… here,” He nudges what feels like the neck of your uterus with his cockhead, turning your moans into wails, “Shhh. That’s alright, baby. I’m here, I’m here. You’ll take it, right? Yeah, you’ll take it good.” He peppers your head with kisses as he pounds into you even faster.

Then bottoms out once last time.

“Ready or not, here I come.” He whispers to your ear and moans loudly as his twitching cockhead erupts ropes after ropes of thick cum deep in your cunt. You whimper as Caleb spills some more into you, wondering how many more he got in him.

Caleb pulls out with a grunt, gently slapping his cockhead on your opening, some more droplets of seed escaping him, painting your slit pristine white. He watches as his cum mixes with your glistening slick and slowly trickles down while the load planted deep in you still didn’t dribble out.

“She’s so hungry, huh? Took me so deep. Gonna make her take it even deeper. Never can be too sure.”

His cock sinks down into your well used cunt and starts slowly but effectively fucking his release—that didn’t even left you yet—back into you.

“Every single drop is yours.” He breathes into your ear, hugging you tighter to him. “Gotta stay right where it belongs.”

All you can do is snivel.

He plugs you for what feels like infinity, clearly not wanting to pull out. But you’re too overstimulated, too sleepy and too loved by him.

The beast in him finally quiets down when he finally slips out of you, then immediately moving you to lay in bed. Caleb spoons you from the side, encircling your waist.

Some of his pearly spend finally starts to leak out of your stretched-out hole with a gurgling sound, down your thighs and onto the sheets, making his cock twitch again.

“Nah, can’t have that.” He scoops the excess release onto his finger and smears it against your opening, then softly pulls your panties up. Your cunt keeps oozing, immediately staining the fabric, but that only makes him smile.

“Aren’t you all mine now?” He murmurs against the slope of your neck, nuzzling it with his nose. “Or, I’d say, full of me.”

You let out a snort, but feel too tired to object further.

When Caleb presses a kiss onto your temple, any wish to object dies down.

At the end of the day, you both had what you needed—that is each other.

~ ♡ ~

[medusaspeach]

Eris sketch page

My inspiration/reasoning behind her having two forms is in this passage by Hesiod.

Hesiod, Works and Days 11 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) : "It was never true that there was only one Eris (Strife). There have always been two on earth. There is one you could like when you understand her. The other is hateful. The two Erites have separate natures. There is one Eris who builds up evil war, and slaughter. She is harsh; no man loves her, but under compulsion and by will of the immortals, men promote this rough Eris (Strife). But the other one was born the elder daughter of black Nyx (Night). The son [Zeus] of Kronos (Cronus), who sits on high and dwells in the bright air set her in the roots of the earth and among men; she is far kinder. She pushes the shiftless man to work, for all his laziness. A man looks at his neighbour, who is rich: then he too wants work; for the rich man presses on with his ploughing and planting and ordering of his estate. So the neighbour envies the neighbour who presses on toward wealth. Such Eris (Strife) is a good friend to mortals."

yoinked from theoi.com naturally.

[albertfinch]

March 3, 2024 - Exhortation

It's time. Don't fight. Get in the water. Let it come. Let it birth. Let it be messy. Let all see.

An intense battle is ahead of you! God is speaking loud and clear right now. There is a supernatural strength coming upon you to be instrumental in birthing the next wave of revival which will be super intense as it brings into the spiritual consciousness of the Laodicean Church the necessity of advancing His Kingdom through discipling believers into their Christ identity so they will be more effective in bearing fruit that remains. We will not fail to complete this assignment from Heaven.

God is sending helpers, angels of fire, and a new wave of prayer that will hit the apathetic, aimless, unambitious, indolent lifestyles of many in the Church. Is your obedience to Him worth the possible pain and suffering along the way? You must ask yourself if you're willing to lay it all down.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[thanergetic-hyperlinks]

“I refuse to let you build your house on such shiftless & unreal sand”

she tells herself, right before substituting her own memories for a version of Canaan House built on the bank of the nonexistent River.

tamsyn when i get you