#sorry again :(((

[the-ominous-owl]

how it started || how it's going

[ratbastarddotfuck]

fucking a clown and you put your dick in and everything's going great, but as soon as you try to pull out of that clussy your cock just keeps getting longer and longer until you have just meters worth of dick lying in a mess on the bed and aw man I have to stop writing this post because I realised it's definitely someone's real kink and I can't handle the pressure of finishing this post in a satisfying way. wait nevermind I got it. you finally reach the end and the tip of your penis has become a beautiful bouquet of plastic roses that squirt water when you sniff them. except the water is. well. you know.

[youre-dreaming-302]

Heaven’s 愛 302 - PlayStation 2 - 2003

[parasolladyansy]

DxP REWRITE - Not Yet

[Space-Time Distortion has dissipated…]

🔼 Diamond x Pearl REWRITE 🔽

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[angies-writing-blog]

Trapped beneath his weight is your body, every muscle tensed, but against his raw strength, you stand no chance. Sun Wukong looms over you, his eyes glowing with a dark, unforgiving light that brooks no dissent.

As he holds you mercilessly, your breath comes in ragged gasps. His claws rake across your skin, carving deep lines that burn and bleed. First, a gentle scrape, then a sharp bite—you feel his teeth at your neck, sinking into your flesh, wanting to take a piece of you, to mark you as his forever.

With a force that shows no regard for restraint, he thrusts into you. You feel him cross every boundary, as if he's forgotten that you're made of flesh and blood, fragile in your humanity.

Each thrust is an unrelenting claim on you; his claws dig into your hips, pulling you harder against him. Your body trembles under the intensity, and though you want to resist, you find yourself helpless in his grip, caught between desire and fear. Meanwhile, his teeth are everywhere—nibbling, biting, tearing at your skin as though he intends to possess you completely, as if every fiber of your being is meant for him alone.

The heat of his breath, the sting of his touch, the sharp claws piercing you—all of it blends into a whirl from which there is no escape. You are his prey, and Wukong hunts you to the brink of your endurance. His deep moans merge with yours, a wild, animalistic sound that makes you believe he would continue even if all strength left your limbs.

Then, after a final, deep thrust, he collapses over you, his body trembling with unbridled power. You feel him come inside you, hot and unstoppable, an ultimate claim on you that embeds itself in every fiber of your being. His claws dig deeper into your skin as his breath crashes against your ear, a silent cry that speaks of all his passion and power. Finally, his arms wrap tightly around you, as if he'll never let you go, and with every deep breath, you feel him claim you forever.

[returntosunder]

Days 7 - 11

I’M SO LATE IM SORRY

[mossytrashcan]

body horror alina was absolutely wasted by netflix smh

(also, I spent two days on this, so it’d be reaaaally great if it didn’t flop lol)

[cokoweee]

uhhh happy sumthin to yall! Idk I felt like I should give yall sumthin today as a thanks even tho this updates a bit of a 🚶🚶🚶

IM BACK AT IT THO! MY BRAINS RACING AND I WANNA DISH OUT SO MANY UPDATES

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[maou-wci]

Maybe, in another life?

[newstarsongs]

hi guys, its come to my attention majority of people on here are not currently aware of the chaos i have caused on dndads twitter, so i present to you

the dungeons and daddies rp accounts, started by yours truly (rj) with this simple tweet

more will be under the cut because i have a lot of highlights

[cuntchuck]

I’M SO SO SORRY!!!!!! i procrastinated and whent to see a movie instead of finishing yesterdays chilaios- i got it done this morning. and as a apoligy i put alot of effort into it! sorry again :,3

Day 6: Beach episode / alt universe (modern times) 🏖

my paper artstyle finally decided to join me in digital!! i’m happy about that, aaaand- uh. i dont have anything else to say lol- i really like beach episodes so this was alot of fun for me! ^_^

also: i’m about to yap abt the mini laios; i think in a dog like fashion he’d bring things to chilchuck especially alive things. I also think chilchuck thought it was weird at first, but it grew on him and now it’s like- a suuper romantic heart-swooning thing bc of how happy and proud laios is abt himself! i think chilchuck would like seeing him like that, and listening to him yap abt what he brought to him.

so; with that being said, at the beach laois is probably trying to find something cool to show chilchuck. when BAM!!! a crab, chilchuck HATES. crabs, and any other crustaceans, a huge fear and boarder-line phobia. laios didn’t know this, it never came up in discussion, so like the sweet dog-boyfriend he is he wanted to show chilchuck the really cool crab!

chilchuck actually freaks out. screams and obliterates it with a chair, laios’ pinky got caught in the process. they leave the beach to go to the ER. end of beach date. chilchuck would def feel bad and spoil laios while he’s healing <3

here’s a ver w/o the text too- i had to merge some layers so my ipad wouldn’t explode or something lol, so some colors and such look different here (^_^;

[ythinn]

Amiya

[hg-aneh]

Yo, I don't know if you know this but your work is being posted on Pinterest

I sort of knew but never really cared about it until now-?

-lots of angry feed up whining below... and a bit of a breakdown-

Just a few hours ago I saw the comments on some of them and holy shit tiktok children are some of the most braindead individuals i have ever seen

I'm fine with reposts, and if I wasn't, I know I wouldn't be able to stop them

What's pissing me off rn is that my stuff is getting attention from *that* crowd, the booger eating snot nosed mocosos de mierda who are so privileged their main problems are "what's skrimblo skromblo doing now? omg is it problematic??? omg theyre like so evil 💀💀"

I- they're still fucking going with the Crowriel thing- How cool, how fun, totally not making me want to disappear again bc of all the trauma from that particular mess, nope, not at all

And the angel crowley x demon crowley thing- i swear to fucking god i- they're so dumb- they're so stupid- how is it incest you- they're the same person🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉

I even saw some little shit saying "omg i used to like that artist until i found out they draw nsfw" ... WHAT IS HAPPENIGNJDNGKDBG??????¿?¿¿????¿

I swear I'm going insane, I wish I could take my shit away from those people, they're so-??????

Like I'm legit about to enter another joker era, I can't believe this is what fandom spaces are now, what is wrong with people

Sorry I'm using this as a vent post or whatever but honestly I'm tired of being subservient when it comes to these fucking people, at one point a bitch has gotta explode

"Why do you care so much about what ppl say abt you online"

Because I have Seen what happens when you shut up about it. You either address it indirectly or become tiktoklovr103892's punching bag, there's no in between. Each second of silence is an admission of guilt for these motherfuckers

And I know that at the end of the day it doesn't matter but bro just allow me to be emotional over having an online space where I can have fun and take a break from life, be riddled with people who I've seen talking like they're praying for my downfall

Seriously what the fuck

What. the fuck.

.

Now if you'll excuse me

[steddielations]

Eddie’s missing. Steve can’t form a coherent thought beyond: Eddie’s missing, find him. The last few hours, it’s been his every thought, his every action.

There’s never a smooth visit to Hawkins. Eddie’s reputation has only gotten worse in the years since they moved to Chicago. Every time they come back, something goes wrong. But Eddie wanted to spend Wayne’s birthday with him, which also happens to be his mom’s birthday. That’s why he put on Wayne’s Muddy Waters record after a few drinks too many, mumbling, “Doesn’t sound the same.”

One second, Eddie was drunkenly rocking to the music, then he went outside for a smoke and didn’t come back. 

Wayne shouldn’t be out in the cold weather, but nothing could stop him from getting in his pickup to look for Eddie.

Steve’s mind jumps to nightmare conclusions. Eddie still has enemies, maybe they’re finally taking their revenge. Or what if they hadn’t destroyed the gate afterall and something worse took Eddie? Steve’s mind skipped every small explanation, but that detail about Eddie’s mom comes back.

He’s searching backroads and the thought leads him down Philadelphia street. No one goes there anymore, convinced there’s more ‘Munson victims’ buried where Eddie’s childhood home once stood.

Steve sags with relief when he shines the headlights and sees Eddie among the piles of old burned wood.

“Eddie!” Steve’s already jumping out the car, hurrying to him, “Oh God, there you are. What are you doing out here, baby? You okay?”

Eddie doesn’t seem to realize Steve’s there, frantically digging through the rubble. Looking for something.

“Eddie?” Steve reaches him, crouching down next to him, “Hey, what’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Without looking up, Eddie mumbles something like, “Can’t find ‘em.” 

“Can’t find what?” Steve asks, keeping his tone soft despite how worried and confused he is. Eddie doesn’t answer. There’s random cuts and splinters on his hands, covered in dirt and soot but he doesn’t slow down. Steve winces at the sight and reaches for his shoulder, rubbing gently to get his attention. 

“Eddie, look at me, hey. What is it? You can’t find what?”

Finally, Eddie turns to look at him. Though, his stare is a thousand miles away, eyes wide and bloodshot. The headlights show tear tracks through the soot dirtying his face. It’s like he’s in a trance, still mumbling things Steve can’t quite make out. He can smell the beer on Eddie, but he knows this isn’t just from drinking. Eddie gets stuck in his head sometimes, like in the boathouse all those years ago. Reliving nightmares from '86, and things that happened to him long before that too. 

“Her records,” Eddie stresses, “My mom’s records. I left them right here.” 

Steve looks down where he points to nothing but charred, rotting wood. There hasn’t been a house here in years. Steve remembers the fire, everyone said Eddie did it just because he was a ‘no good Munson’. Steve didn’t learn the real story until later. Eddie told him about the records, how they burned in 84 when all his dad’s scheming backfired.

“Eddie…” 

“They were right here!” Eddie interrupts, almost like part of him knows what Steve’s going to say and he doesn’t want to hear it. “I left them right here and now I can’t find them.” 

With a half-choked sob, he turns back to scouring through the rubble.

“Hey, It’s okay.” 

“No it’s not. I gotta find them, Steve, they’re all I have of her,” Eddie strangles out, flinching when Steve’s hand slides behind his shoulders.

Steve swallows down the emotion swelling in his chest. Feeling powerless to really do anything, he says, “Okay, we’ll— we’ll find them. It’s okay.”

That’s the only thing that seems to ease Eddie. Though, the way he slumps seems like he knows it’s not true, but lets himself believe it anyway. Just for the comfort. 

He’s breathing raggedly, shivering in the cold and every sob rattles his body under Steve’s hand. Finally, he lets himself sink fully into Steve, his cold wet nose pressed to Steve’s collarbone.

“S’all I got. Momma’s music,” he keeps repeating as Steve rubs his back, so drunk and so sad, “Gotta get ‘em back. S’all I got left of her.” 

“I know, baby, we’ll find them.” Steve presses kisses into Eddie’s forehead, holding him and rubbing his back. It’s not the truth, Eddie knows that, but he doesn’t need the truth right now. So Steve says it again and again, as long as Eddie needs to hear it. “We’ll find them.”

[puuuders]

Broke my glasses. I need them to drive.

They were around $100 because I ordered the frames from my eye doctor, plus transitioning lenses. And then of course the prescriptions. I don’t have insurance at the moment. In the process of getting that fixed.

I need to replace them quickly. I hate to ask this but I would appreciate any sort of commission. I appreciate donations as well but I feel guilty about donations since I didn’t work for it. That’s just me being anxious I guess. My goal is $30ish, since I don’t really care about the transitioning lenses. I just need to replace them soon since I’m from Michigan and it’s getting too cold to walk everywhere lol.

Here is my kofi if you are able. I’m sorry for asking this. I feel very guilty.

[angies-writing-blog]

Firmly, his chest presses against your back, the heat of his body slowly seeping into yours, as though to claim you.

His hand glides over your throat, while his claws, sharp yet restrained, brush ever so lightly against your skin. So close to your pulse, you sense their lethal promise, even as his warm, steady breath dances over your ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, a strange gentleness lacing his words, an unsettling contrast to the silent danger in his touch.

Though his voice is softer than the true Sun Wukong’s, you yield wholly to the illusion, letting its shadowy embrace consume you.

Bending before you, the Great Sage moves with an unforgiving rhythm—swift, demanding. Each thrust more forceful than the last, while his claws sink deeper into the tender flesh of your hips. As shallow wounds open, a burning heat follows, and the warmth of your blood slowly trickles downward. Yet the pain feels strangely pleasant, drawing you deeper into the darkness, unleashing a relentless wave of pleasure that pulses through your body.

His counterpart’s grip tightens around your throat—not enough to steal your breath, but enough to remind you who holds control. Rough his lips graze your shoulder, followed closely by the sharp promise of his fangs, poised to pierce your skin.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice a velvet caress, as Wukong's thrusts grow more fervent, his claws burrowing deeper into your flesh and the line between pain and desire blurs completely.