#teeth and expressions practice

[a-selkie-abroad]

they are SO mature

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[dixenjackal]

TW: Blood and Knife

Throws insane pim upon yee

[ooeygooeyghoul]

😬 He does this when he doesn't know what to do with his face.

[torchstelechos]

Actually sitting down and drawing post canon concept art for Siffrin, sobbing and sniffling the whole way through

[messierthanthou]

“I love you…” Stu says.

“Shut up,” it comes from Billy.

“No, because I love you.”

“No you don’t.” Billy’s gaze falls to the side.

“I do. I love you.” Stu kisses Billy’s reddening cheek.

“No you don’t!” Billy shouts.

“And why not? Why won’t you let me?”

“Because no one does!”

“That’s not true…” Stu sounds hurt by the accusation.

“Oh but it is! Love is just a filthy, dirty fucking lie that Hollywood sells us on this side of the silver screen!” A tear rolls down Billy’s cheek, he still can’t face Stu.

“But I do! I love you, Billy, I love you.” Stu kisses his cheek again. “I love you.” Licks clean the tear that fell. “I love you so much.” Presses their foreheads together.

“No…” Billy says lowly, his voice steady and firm and sure he’s the one telling the truth, not Stu. “I’m unlovable.”

“Not to me you’re not. And I’ll spend all my life proving it to you.”

“Promise?” Teary eyes meet calm ones.

“Promise.”

[chronically-ghosted]

ladyknightthebrave came out with a new video on Black Sails, which means it was time for my annual rewatch of Treasure Planet (I'm Still Here got me sobbing AGAIN if anyone wants to know) but now I gotta ask:

[meii-jasmine]

I wish she had shark teeth 🦈

[refundtheticket]

angwy kitty

[pinkhellhasademon]

Drawing the sexy grin struggle. I'm gonna get this💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

[slime-the-awesomeguy]

" TELL ME WHERE HE IS, NOW!! "

@what-its-rio

[offorestsongs]

sometimes being a non-native english speaker on the internet is just writing a fic and going "no no guys i know this is a bit bad but i'm such a good writer in my native language trust me guys i swear" the whole time except i have no way to prove it because it's not like anyone would you know, know my native language

[kimjunnoodle]

sent my best friend my recent art and he's ... always been my number one critic to help me grow/learn more but ah today hit too hard

[roffitoucan]

im now invested in this pilot so much, its so silly and wacky so me n my bestie gon be making ocs for it MWHAHAHAAA i mixed my favorite stuff into a single character teehee

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

this expression ended up not reading the way I was aiming for so I had to erase but I felt it needed preserved bc. I mean. look at her dhdjgkd

[battlevann]

new day new poshe thoughts

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.