#thanks for asking hehehe

[wooly-nooly]

I WANT TO SEE THE BARBED WIRE NECKLACE

Oh well if you insist (i am dying to share) cedar neck reveal

I got her for FREE

[ghostbeam]

omg this ask game sounds so fun!! what kinda movies do you think sweet boy megumi would be into?

Hiiiii omg omg another one w a bit of weirdo taste but NOT as weird as suguru I think he likes happy endings🫶🫶🫶

Eyes without a face

After hours

A room with a view

A ghost story

Only lovers left alive

Send me ur fav and I’ll give u some movie I think they’d like

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

[raycatzdraws]

idk if u still have requests open, BUUUT i personally never knew remlits could fly back up and thusly never threw one off skyloft. i was shocked when i saw a clip of someone doing that. maybe that w sky + the links?

YEAH! BYE KITTY!!!

Alternate ending under the read more!

(Twi doesn't know the remlits fly, but he knows Sky can SOOOO

Sky knew what he was getting into xD )

[therealcallmekd]

Now THAT'S Thinkin' In 3D!

HHEHEHEE HAH FLATLAND FANART BE UPON YE

[the-californicationist]

thoughts on price w a lactation kink?? 🫣

Plenty. See Exhibit A and Exhibit B, if you will.

But, if you just want some thoughts... 😈

NSFW MDNI TW: lactation kink, breeding kink, sacrilege? but in sort of a Hozier kind of way...

I don't think that John Price has a lactation kink purely for the selfish satisfaction of watching your face twist into a complicated smear of shame and pleasure as he sucks the sweet, life-giving warmth from your swollen breast, using his jaw to knead your flesh, his tongue to help guide your nectar between his lips, sucking in long, deep pulls to drain you of your rich milk.

Price doesn't just get off on the little, desperate mewl you make when his thick beard scrapes the softest skin of your nipple, rolling the tip of his strong tongue around your pert peak, coaxing your body to let down even more of his prize. Even though he tries his best to stay focused on keeping a steady rhythm, your silky stream rushing down his throat makes his cock twitch and drool like a starving, snarling beast, hungry for its own hot supper.

No, he yearns for that one, singular sound. The siren's song of his heart. He wants to hear you breathe it in your lungs and form it in your mouth and let it escape like a dove from its dark cote, quiet and yet cooing right into his eager ears.

Your sigh of relief makes his dick pulse with a sort of sick pride. From all of your soreness and tender pain, the constant ache of bearing your decadent burdens, he is the one to deliver you to peace. He is the one to bring you comfort. Him and his hungry, suckling mouth are your sanctuary.

Price's zealous thirst is your release from hurt, from pressure, from the leaking rivulets staining your sheets, a bright, new-found freedom from being so overfull that it makes you want to sob, and it's that mind-wiping alleviation which makes you so pliant for him, so ready and willing to spread your legs just a little wider, love, so he can feed his prick deep into your sacred, sacral center; that throbbing, shining, nearly-opalescent shell which welcomes his girthy offering.

As you feed him, he feeds you. Your milk in his mouth, his dick in your cunt. Your keening, his grunting. Your gushing, his pounding. There is a war between you; an infinite entropy of gain and loss and take and give - a roiling, tumbling, undulating wave of pleasure and pressure, rocking you like a ship with slackening sails, soaking at the mercy of the tide.

As you feed him, he heals you. With every crave-wild swallow of your milk, he revels in your satisfaction. Price listens to the timbre of your moans morph from troubled and weary - the hiss of a breath - to sonorant and needy - the hum of a moan - and he hunts that relaxation for you like a lion on a gazelle, dragging it towards you in offering: your protector, your provider.

And yet... there is something else. There's a second shadow, a double exposure. There is something lurking beneath the surface of all of his heroism. Something dark and unmanaged, like a forest and its fire, the flames of his desire licking for you and glowing ever-closer.

You are his to eat. His. Like a snapping mutt with a fresh bone, he subsumes you. You are not just a fleeting fancy, a sneaky kink to enjoy and destroy; no, you are his obsession. His belly is full of you, his cheeks are full of you, his balls are full for you. You. You. You. Just you. Only you. There is nothing else but to suck and to fuck and to drink and to love and to breathe in the breaths that you scream out, gulping them in sharp gasps when he comes up for air, quickly to return to his plush, writhing meal, eating you until he is drunk on your creamy vintage.

Your breasts hang for him like fruit on the vine, heavy and ready to be plucked, and he drowns in the wine of your body. He is wet from you; your pussy's frothy come coating his cock, your sugary cream coating his throat, all of it innocent and white and sacred like an offering. And it is. Your body is his sacrament. He is on his knees as he bends over you, praying for your release, for your blessing, for that twisting clench of your trembling temple. Every thrust is a sin-stained reminder that his work brings about your joy. His effort delivers your delight. His feasting is your fulfillment. John is devout.

And when you're empty, when he continues to drag weak, lax lips over your devoured flesh, mourning the loss of his delicious font, he fills you back up. Price fucks his length into you with complete, shameless abandon, his body arching and sweating and tensing and laboring for you, bending like a bow to shoot rope after rope of sticky come into the deepest part of your shuddering, stretched quim. His mind races with lurid visions of your womb flooding with his seed, of planting a bountiful garden of life with you there, helping you cradle his gift inside of you by sheathing himself fully, letting not one drop escape.

It's the bath and the bubbles afterwards that make him hard again because there you are: sleepy, sated, and sighing so sweetly for him. He tries and fails to hide his flagging erection as he washes your body, covered in temporary tattoos of his teeth and fingers, massaging the muscles that held him so close during his feeding, the arms that cradled his head and hugged his shoulders, the legs that squeezed his hips and wrapped around his broad back, holding onto him and refusing to let go. It's the balms and the lotions, all to keep your skin soft and comforted, and he applies them liberally, rubbing you in soporific circles until you are as far from suffering as you have ever been, floating in a peaceful Eden of his own foddering.

Price admires you as he lays you beside him in his bed, tucking you close to him, letting his belly press against the small of your back, clutching your hip just so that he can rest his cock against your folds, reminding you, even in your sleep, that he is your safety and your source of mindless bliss.

And when you wake up in the middle of the night aching and full again, leaking from your heavy tits? Don't worry. He's always hungry.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

hello,

I just finished reading neon void and I made this🥹

WAAAAAA I LOVE IT!!! aksjdlasj thank you so much!!!

[daily-odile]

Hello!!! I love your blog and the daily Odile pics- they're done so well, and it's so nice to see them!! If you have a moment, could I please request Odile with a cane? Maybe sif too if you have time? Old person and chronic pain after the loops HC my beloveds <33 (thank you!!)

canes n crutches n such~

[punkitt-is-here]

Sorry that you've got weird people in your asks telling you look like Weird Al. Since I'm normal, I only ever hop into your asks to suggest that you look like Normal Al, and to be honest I think the resemblance makes more sense.

oh my god youre right i DO look like Alice "Normal Al" Gentlypullovic you're completely right

[zu-is-here]

May we see some more dustberry ideas? Only if you want to, of course!

[2/10] Happy birthday, Murder <3

Dusttale by ask-dusttale

Underswap by popcornpr1nce

[squidthusiast]

What did Cat Pearl do for Cat Marina to paw her head down the ground like that? Was she meowing too loud?XD They're so adorable:'> btw, luv ur art!!!

She committed crimes…

Also glad you enjoy my stuff! <3

[aria-greenhoodie]

Your design for The Axolotl is beautiful oh my goddd (thats it i just wanted to say)

Ehehe thank you!!! You’re not the only one, apparently!

Click for Quality :3

[gomzdrawfr]

What about a doodle of Jelly squishing Ghost's cheeks?

hello! coming right up :3

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[erinwantstowrite]

Ohhh my god I just realized that the reason Peter was so freaked out about Tony’s heart when he got kidnapped is because he still blames himself himself (at least partially) for May’s heart giving out when she was looking for him. ERIN :(((

HAHAHAHA yeah <3 trauma go brrrrrr

[lelelego]

ID LOVE TO JUST KISS ELI RIGHT ON THE MOUTH THANK YOU

hold up