#this is a lot. i dont wanna talk about it

[milesofstars]

im not the best at giving art advice since i dont stick to many set steps or techniques and my style changes quite quick BUT some stuff i would suggest that definitely helps me would be:

use reference!! so much! both real people/photos, and paintings/art in the styles you aspire towards! personally i like looking at photos of real people for poses, and oil painting type styles for rendering whether theyre digital or traditional (cuz theyre pretty)

make sure to look at the negative space and overall shape of things before any details, its good to use a big brush in colour and a sharp edged eraser first

dont be afraid to restart areas, its better to just retry than to work into it a load and make it look different than the rest of the piece

focal points!! the face should usually be the most detailed since its what people look at, other areas dont need to be as detailed and usually shouldnt be so they dont distract from the important areas

there are soooo many tutorials on youtube,, get an idea of the shapes youre drawing and actual anatomy vs stylistic shortcuts

dont overuse an airbrush/blending tool! i think every artist whos seen an art tutorial probably already knows that tip, but the soft edge of an airbrush is usually only found on shadows of CURVED forms, and using it on every shape can get rid of the depth

dont be scared to use super dark shades and super light shades! while you shouldnt use black for shadows (remember cool shadows for warm light, warm shadows for cool light) its still good to get contrast in your tones--you dont have to use loads of contrast but know WHY youre making that choice: is it a stylistic choice? is the 'camera' looking through something that reduces tone? is the light weak?

im not a professional or anything and this isnt aimed directly at your art, just some common mistakes/tips ive seen or heard other artists talk about!!

i still wanna improve my art too so if anyone has ideas to add to this feel free!!! art youtubers tend to have a lot better and more detailed advice than this so id recommend going and having a search around online

HELLLOOOOO CHAT !! this is my formal apology for not posting art for like.. 3 ish months... school is actual ass and my art and motivation has suffered because of it,,,, however my artstyle continues to change every other week which is always fun

here is a funky shuichi painting i literally just finished!! (THAT WAS MEANT TO BE A RENDERING STUDY. I SPENT 7 HRS ON IT INSTEAD.) i hope you lot enjoy :3

[risingsunresistance]

would you believe me if i said this is skyblock fanart 😭

explanation below for anyone interested. it's a bit long 🐖

basic explanation for people who dont go here. or the tldr: the rift is a separate dimension in hypixel skyblock where reality and time itself do not function the same. the other npcs tend to take on different forms in there. this is my interpretation of what might happen to techno if he were to travel into the rift based on some other theories about the place and my own headcanons for him

less basic explanation for the rest of you: ok so. first thing to get out of the way, the rift isnt completely separate from the main reality. SOME of your own thoughts and feelings influence the way you exist in the realm and the way the realm itself behaves. not very many people seem to take on forms ENTIRELY divorced from themselves, save for maybe enigma (we dont know who he was originally, if he was anyone at all)

but i have a theory backed up by absolutely nothing that your rift form is mostly influenced by three different things: your inherit magic, your ability to control and manipulate that magic, and your overall stability. stability will look different from person to person and you dont always know if someone is stable or not just by talking to them. even something as simple as a phobia might change them drastically. still, the rift is unstable itself, so sometimes people get altered horrifically even though they were perfectly fine

my main points of reference for this are that some of our most altered characters are some who check all these boxes, and some who are relatively normal dont check any of them. lathrop/porhtal is split into a bunch of eyes and has one human-looking form that sits motionless at the wither cage and doesnt speak. we know he was incredibly magical, eventually got a great grip on said magic, but was also very very unstable. the wizard is very magical, is a master of said magic, and is pretty well put together. he is nearly unchanged in the rift. barry is the same as the wizard but went a bit nuts before he left, so in the rift he seems just a bit... off

on the opposite side of things, maddox is someone who we are told has ZERO magic in him. the only thing that changes in the rift is the fact that his helmet is red now. kat has never shown us any magic and seems to be pretty normal, so she's also just a different color palette in the rift and happens to have a weird job

anyways back to techno. (btw if you're reading this and happen to not be a regular here this is a mix of headcanons and "canon" but im treating it ALL as real and true facts for the sake of this drawing ok). he could be one of the most magical people here... but he has no idea how to use any of it on command. if you asked him if he possessed any magic, he would say no. his healing ability, while it is VERY strong, is passive, and he was only able to gather magic during the resistance fight with the help of the wands we were given. but he was able to gather a lot of magic during that fight, concentrate it, and release it all on his own. not many people could handle that. he also worships the blood god and has its blessing, and has some connection with spirits in the form of the voices / chat / whatever you wanna call them. there might be even more to him, who knows

so that's already a setup for disaster, but what about his stability? well he's constantly followed by a chorus of thousands of voices all screaming at him and god itself might be hanging around in that mix, led a war against the server staff and a dictator that lasted for 2 years skyblock time, and did the whole potato war thing which was ~70 years server time iirc. i wouldnt really call him stable KFJHG

so what you end up with is a very violent beastly thing, nearly unrecognizable save for the fact that he's still a pig (my first point, you dont become a COMPLETELY different thing under most circumstances). i think he's entirely out of control of himself and would not remember a trip to the rift. a stability elixir might help him in terms of being more aware of himself (i think sirius really downplayed what that potion does lmao it's not just a fun drink, he wanted to guarantee himself some control over his mind while he was conducting his "business" in the rift) but there's no saving the physical form

i wanted him to be beastly to mimic what happens to "dante" in the rift (the memory of dante, it's complicated. but dante and bacte are most likely two different people who are also the same person). yeah he was a big slime in the overworld, but now he's more monstrous. he also doesnt speak, he might not have any idea what's going on. same could be said for techno in a way. of course this is related to dante, what else would you expect from me :P i want to see them fight at the colosseum so bad...

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but anyways THIS WAS SO FUN AAAAAUGH IM SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT THROUGH THIS. MY IPAD FINALLY DIED AFTER AN ENTIRE DECADE IN THE MIDDLE OF LINING IT AND I HAD TO CONTINUE ON A NEW TABLET WHEN I'VE SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE DRAWING WITHOUT A PEN... THIS DRAWING WAS CURSED KJFDHGK

here's a version without chat and the blood god so you can just see the big hog

and here's my old concept from july of last year for comparison :P

initially in the post for the old sketch i said he was based on what i think would happen if he got a hold of some sulphur. i actually think that would be about the same as his rift form because sulphur seems to do very similar things under certain circumstances. always corrupts your form, can sometimes make creatures MUCH larger (matriarch, kuudra, magma boss), heightens your magic (mage outlaw), and can make you incredibly violent (barbarian duke)

bye i hope i tricked someone into reading a really long skyblock theory post expecting more info about techno FKJHG

[the-fallen-collective]

Cus today is thanksgiving for me, I wanna make a list of people I’m thankful for

@aredeemantagonist my wonderful, beautiful partner <3

@creatorbiaze my amazing pretty partner <3

@s0lace-1n-s0l1tude my awesome stunning partner in crime <3

@fizzy-soda-popp my bestest friend in the whole wide world <3

@valentinos-corner my cool as hell child <3

@zyrtecbrainrot my super awesome friend <3

@cthdrls666 my silly fuck-it-we-ball-vibes friend <2

@solzinstarzzz my amazing friend <3

@weirdoisweird my lovely wife (/p friend) <3

@asillyprettything my wonderful child <3

@till-we-become-monsters my super awesome friend <3

All of yall are amazing and wonderful, and to those ive seen, yall are all beautiful, and im sure everyone else is too <3 yall mean a lot to me, even if we dont talk much, i wouldnt be here without you guys. I am so very thankful for yall everyday and i think about all of you a lot, some of you i think of every day. I really wish the best for yall and i love you all so so much <33

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

put the toxic dylric headcanons in the BAG!! hand em over

toxic dylric headcanons!

as i said in my video several people asked me for this so…heh…thanks guys…these also might not be great because im so tired right now i might make better ones later

tw for self harm and eating disorders

why so much ed content?? im projecting

theyre both equally as toxic to each other i think, but a lot of these are gonna be on erics part because i need some classic abusive eric content im sorry (and also i cant think of much for dylan right now)

dylan and his eating disorders. my, my. where do we start. eric finds out about dylans issues once he starts to drastically lose weight and he tells him that he shouldnt be doing that, but at the same time he finds out he has a weird thing for it and is basically like “omg dont do that vee thats bad…well…maybe a little more for me wouldnt hurt…” (shoutout to my friend for helping me make this one)

eric definitely snaps at dylan a lot and will yell at him over small things. dylan doesn’t appreciate it so then he will leave and ignore eric until eric is being desperate and apologizing way too much.

adding onto that i think whenever dylans hanging out with his friends eric would call him and be a total bitch about why he wasnt invited/why dylan is with them instead of him.

sex between them is definitely a little rough. neither of them can listen to each others needs and wants very well, especially eric. a lot of the things they do are under negotiated and sort of happen and come out of nowhere.

dylan can definitely get really annoyed and moody and just like completely ignore eric no matter how much he tries to fix it. at that point he would also be ignoring him in school and not answering him whenever eric needs to talk to him about the plans.

eric doesnt like the scars that dylan has. he thinks they look bad on him - he thinks its a waste of time for him to do something so destructive only for it to heal over and barely leave a mark. anytime he comments on it dylan just tells him off.

they both have issues with accepting their homosexuality and it shows. they call each other faggots all the time and will blame those types of things on one another - blaming each other for being the reason they get it on basically.

also eric has definitely pretended dylan was a girl during sex more then once which made him uncomfortable, but obviously he doesnt stop because he doesnt wanna be fucking a dude.

theyre both the type to get into massive fights and arguments that leave them bloody and bruised only for them to resolve it with angry make up sex and then be like “we are never gonna fight again fuck that smh” but it happens again shortly after.

neither of them have any ideas on how to properly set boundaries. eric would be real touchy and forceful with dylan because he didnt set boundaries for that while dylan would be too emotionally heavy and put his problems onto eric because he didnt set anything for that.

eric will trace over and touch all the bones that stick out on dylan because of how skinny he is while dylan will make a show of the weird dip thing eric has on his chest. basically them getting back at each other.

[kkoiishii]

hi all :)) i know this is something that i dont really post but this has been hurting me for the past month or so.

the google doc is in here. (if the link doesnt work, ill explain a little more on here.) i wanted to talk about this for a while now since me and this person have been friends for a pretty long time. that persons name is "typicalglassofsalt" (main abandoned tumblr) "kohirosart" (main tumblr now) "kokichithings" (backup?), all known as zemaroon. me and zem had a pretty decent friendship with each other. but over the past few months, zem started to become a whole fucking weirdo.

since zemaroon is a big fan of kokichi, he would start to sexualize kokichi a lot, making comments about kokichis private areas and even staring at his chest. whenever i told him that kokichi is a minor, he would get so mad and show kokichis birthday tweets to claim that kokichi is not a minor and that its okay to sexualize him. zem would always come to me for help and he would come to me if he needed to vent. but whenever i needed to vent, he would always shove me aside and tell me that i need "professional help". zem would barely help me with anything. he would always come crying to me about not having a job (hes an adult.) and he would always ask me for things. speaking of those things, i ended up paying for almost 300 dollars on things that he really wanted (aka; a kokichi figurine, a kokichi cosplay wig and other mini things that are displayed in the google doc.). i was pretty much manipulated into buying him a lot of unnecessary things since he knew that it was easy to trick me cuz i was really young (13).

anyway, that kinda sums up the whole few parts of the doc. theres more information on the google doc if you want the full story. all in all, zemaroon is a horrible person who shouldnt be on the internet at ALL. hes done so much hurtful things towards me and lost my trust in general. the fact that he was one of my favorite danganronpa artists and one of my biggest inspirations really breaks my heart. thanks for reading this. if you wanna help, reblog this post and block all of his listed tumblrs above. please dont harass or send threats, i dont want anymore drama. @amalgamateofficial @speeeeeb thank you for helping me through this situation.

[azlovesem]

Ya know Emily its noce to commemorate people but……..ha ha ha these fuckn saps i dont know what to say to them. Help me out here Emily. Ha ha he ha ha ha no i cant talk sbout that. I already made one bad joke about that situation. Which may have taken our friendship in a different direction. Oh she ll get ovet it dhe better. Ha ha ha ga ahhh. Anyway i like you Emily and i dont wanna see you end up like dome fuckn chunp its not advice ill just say some shit. Do whatever the hell ya like ya will anyway. Uhhh. Dont get any fuvkn tatooed i have none. I dont know whatvwrong with sny of those people. I mean to each their own. Stay the fuck away from Cocaine. I eould have told ya yhos in yhe noneties. But gangsters ate fuckn goofs who dony gibe a dhit since the pandemmic they make most of that shit themselves now. Ya cant make fuckn Vocaine in your basement Emily. Well not lsrge smpunts of it. And these asdholes like large little aint their style. Most people are fucked. Trust ur family even if ya hate em they usually wont come right out n murder you for real. Unless theyre fucked. Im on the fence with my idioy famoly but i look after them sone anyway even though i should just shoot the old man and put him down myself but i dont. Or smother him with a pillow. Ha ha ha ha. The fact i never bring up dear old mom says a lot. Beyond that ill never mention her. But im ok anyway obviously most of the time. Id love yo see the Gold Coast one day. Why do they call it that. Im just guessing but from the pics ive seen of you you look so bronzed or golden on the sun.

[knifvd]

@asterismae asked : “  you left and—  i thought you weren’t coming back.  ” / for mc 😌✨

                   (      you   should  have   .   when  bolting  for  the  hospital  door  before  the  party  ,  locked  it  tight   :  scrubbed   her  from  your  MEMORY  and  enjoyed  the  party   father's  so  graciously  decided  to  throw  for  the  RFA   ,   enjoyed  yourself  ,  enjoyed  it  ,  enjoyed  the  ones  you've  come  to  love  ,  you  should  have  ,  you  should  have  turned  cheek  and  LEFT  and  never  came  back  .  you  should  have  .  but  yet  ,  you  don't   .  gentle  tragedy  CHILD  you  are  ,  you  still  ache  .   you  still  ACHE   ,  have  the  scars  from  the  TIME   you've  run  through  OVER  and  over   .   there's  still a  FAMILIAR  blue  haze  in  your  vision  at  times  that  you  can't  blink  away  ,  can't  BLINK  away   as  much  as  you've  tried    ----   you're  still  scarred  .  even  now  .  ESPECIALLY  now  .      )

                    ❛      i    should've   .  left   you   ,   that   is  ,         ❜         MC   says   lowly  ,   fur  coat  just  barely  falling  off  shoulders  ;  leaning  against  open  doorframe  ,  dark  eyes   lingering  on  the  other's  FORM  in  hospital  bed   .     (           you   wonder   if  she  recognizes  you  .  through  all  the  iterations   :   spitfire  girl  with  pink  ,  no  ,  blonde  ,  no  ,  brown  ,  no  ,  black  ,  no  ,  red   ,  no  ,  all  of  them  at  one  point  ,  wonders  if  she  knows   .  if  she  regrets    .   it's  a  deep  seeded  ANGER  and  sort  of  betrayal  that  simmers  beneath  your  SKIN   ;  don't  bother  to  hide  it  ,  you  let  it  exhaust  you  into  a  KIND  of  sadness  you  didn't  know  you  were  capable   .   you  wanted  her  to  be  better  every  time  .  to  do  something  different  .   but  painted  the  fool  now  ,  you're  left  with  nothing  but  the  memories  you'd  rather  swallow  down  with  the  DAMN  thing  she  drugged  you  with  in  the  first  place  .         )     ceo   in  line  sighs  ,  pulling  LONG  brown  strands  of  hair  over  her  SHOULDER  ,  tucking  stray  hairs  behind  her  ear   .   eyes  are  down  cast  ,  still  speaks  ,  but  its  soft  ,  brimming   with  betrayal   and  something  akin  to  heartbreak   .         ❛      that   would've   been  the  smart  thing  to  do  ,   at  least  .        ❜         (       that's  your  father  speaking  .  that  would  be  what's  SMART   .  the  part  that  snuffs  out  your  anger   like  robbing  the  oxygen  of  the  air  :  flame  to  sizzle  out  .  to  stop  putting  yourself  in  the  shredder  again   .   to  stop  all  of  it  .   it'd  be  the  smart  thing  to  do  ,  mina  .  the  logical  thing  to  do  .    )

                  (          but   you  are  as  much  your  mother's  daughter  as  you  are  his  .  your  bitter  anger  is  made  from  your  mother's  gasoline  and  sparked  up  by  the  things  you   no  longer  talk  about  ,  you're  ANGRY   ,  always  angry   ,  and  you're  not  made  for  being  smart   .  but  the  bitter  anger  holds  gentle  hands  with  the  love  she  tried  her  damndest  to  give   ,   even  when  you  gave  her  reasons  not  to   .   EVEN   WHEN  YOU  GAVE  HER  REASONS  NOT  TO   .   even  when  you  came  home  drunk   .  even  when  you  hurt  her  .  even  when  you  let  others  hurt  you  .  even  when  you  hurt  yourself   .   she  still  loved  you  .  she  still  loved  you   .  and  you're  nothing  if  not  your  mother's  daughter   .       )            ❛      but   you  don't  have  anyone  else  .  and  when  i  had  no  one  ,  someone  was  brave  enough  to  stay  with  me  .         ❜         it's  a  gentle  SIGH  ,  as  she  moves  from  DOOR  frame  ,   eyes  finally  going  up  to  trace  the  COUNTENANCE   of  the  person  who's  done  nothing  but  HURT  her  .  takes  her  rika's  hand  into  her  own  scarred  HAND   and  squeezes  it  gently  .   crosses her legs , satin red of her dress straining against her legs as she DOES so . ( it's almost laughable . to see yourself in the opposite position : you in the dress , her in hospital bed . but you can't see that . not now . all you have is a kind of HEARTBROKENNESS you can't get rid of . )            ❛      so   i'll  stay  .  for  a  little  bit  ,  at  least  .         ❜         

                                𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 ( 𝙞𝙨𝙝 )  𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎  .  𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  .

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[szynkaaa]

funny story, back in 2020 I was playing Animal Crossing New Horizon (like everyone else around the time), and made this post on my twitter:

I was really surprised at that time they didn't have a villager based off the Monkey King yet

AND THEN FAST FORWARD TO SEVENTEEN MONTHS LATER NINTENDO ANNOUNCES THIS BRAT

moral of the story, bribery does work. ten dollar well spent.

[poliffwoog]

The guide fweheuhuieheueuhehehhehehiheh

[gladiatorcunt]

- # 🎰 All or Nothing (Ace in the Hole) !!

cw: afab!reader, breeding, implied murder, inaccurate fallout au (vault inspired by Fallout 76 bc i just wanted one mention of appalachian horror vibes), reader lowkey has a old man fetish (mentions of age gaps though no specific men are mentioned), childhood best friends to strangers to lovers (forcibly), future extreme dubcon, fallout typical sexism and expectations & creepy behavior (attempted grooming (?)), biblical undertones, ambiguous time period, implied southern setting & characters, unedited

1k event / commissions

It’s been so quiet for ages now, deathly silent as if everyone in the world was perfectly sound asleep. Your world consists of metal tunnels buried deep underground, a myriad of dark rooms that are meant to simulate the life you’re supposed to have on the surface. A cafeteria, where there’s hearty chuckles and playful ribbing over food even astronaut’s would have turned their noses up at. Piles of meat the same color as a fresh corpse, slightly moldy cheese and bread on the days the ego maniac people in charge are feeling fancy.

Green Houses, meeting rooms, infirmarys, kitchens, breeding rooms bedrooms, you truly have it all in vault 426. Jewel of the Texas Commonwealth. Even the howling coming from above like a hailstorm can be soothing when you have nothing else to listen to. They say your name when your back is turned, when they know you can’t venture out to see them. The temptation has driven people mad before, it will again. Right now, you wander through the vault searching for any sign of life. Yesterday you were arguing with your Ma over what she had done, hitching your wagon to one of the few unclaimed men your age. Now you were wishin’ on stars the elders used to talk about seein’ that you would peek around the rusting corner to find her waiting. You don’t want to wonder why there’s blood on the wall, varying between bright and darker shades of red.

Not a single peep from the man you were meant to marry, ‘your last chance at a proper purpose’ Pa had said. This vault wasn’t strongly steered in the direction of being a hive for breeding, but in these uncertain times more pairs of hands ready to rebuild the world were more than encouraged. Seeing as this bubble of refuge from the acid sky was so precious, every life counts. You knew that future would be yours someday, and you didn’t really mind. It got boring occasionally in the vault, knitting the same garment again and gossiping with your Ma’s friends about the same subjects. Maybe a cock in your cunt would settle your nerves, caring for a baby would be a task that would never end.

The wedding was supposed to be today, at noon on the dot. You overslept, panicking when your kitschy alarm clock didn’t rouse you from your dreamless sleep. It wasn’t until you zipped up your blue and yellow suit and tip toed outside of your room that you truly felt afraid. What reason would you have had to feel the uncomfortable emotion before? Life was so serene and idyllic nestled in the dirt, your vault a poor man’s sword in the stone. An intoxicating comfort zone that you cared more about staying in than fighting against, though there whispers from dwellers who felt otherwise. Your childhood friends, Patrick and Art, who you have drifted apart from over the years.

It was childish, your past feelings of jealousy, it wasn’t hard for them to become the most eligible bachelors in the community. There were only a handful of single young men left these days, or your only option was a old timer who had already broken in quite a few wives. They have the chipped belts and rough hands to prove it, you’ve gotten a rush of fluid in between your thighs when you lie awake and think about it for too long. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too terribly awful if you got saddled with a stern older man, some beaten down part of your brain begs for it. Your Pa’s buddies used to say that they would bet good money on tight your velvet grip would be.

There were many invitations to sit in on their blackjack games left unanswered in your Ma’s nightstand, under brass lock and key.

But to see your friends be giggled and fawned over made your stomach churn, so you pushed them away and focused on living as any good dweller would. Preparing to spend your years with your lips frozen in a smile and your holes split open around wrinkly skin, your shape molded by your husband. If you could’ve known that that would only make more determined to prove their toughness to you, that they would be the hands clasping pearls around your neck and slamming their dicks into your untouched flesh.

“Aw, hell-” A deep voice gasps and grabs ahold of your fore arms, wrestling you into an abandoned bedroom as you walk past.

You squawk, flapping your arms around in an effort to fight. Then you see him, Art, smiling gently and reaching out to cup your tear covered cheek. His other hand is free, which means that the man restraining you has to be Patrick. Where one is, the other will he close behind. There’s a saying about smoke and fire, and you hear the crackling embers as Art gingerly slides his other hand around your neck. A new fangeled set of pearls, hard won and all yours. Call it an engagement present.

“There you are, Angel Face, we were so damn worried about you.” Art coos, the ‘damn’ hissed in a way that gives off a ‘I still haven’t got used to being allowed to swear’ impression.

You think he could the be the angel, a scythe discarded in favor of a well used hatchet lying on the floor. His blood splattered curls call to you, or the absurdity of the situation must be sinking in and overpowering your ability to accept reality. Of course you had sensed their hungry eyes burning holes into your soul, yes you had heard the shuffling and muffled shouts outside your door. The way it would creak open when you were believe to have succumb to slumber. You don’t feel bored, and that’s enough of a thrill for you to recognize where your new place in the food chain is. The bottom.

“I don’t- I- What’s goin’ on? Where is everybody?” You ask, stupid and content to be their lover in distress.

Patrick readjusts his hold on you and wraps his arms fully around you, spinning you around to come face to face with him. If you thought Art looks drenched in blood, Patrick appears to be made of it. There’s lightning in his eyes, a phenomenon you’ve only heard and never seen. But this must be what it’s like, electrifying and God given. You’re stained now, no doubt about it, visibly and in your spirit.

“They went nuts, like a bunch of rabid dogs.” He grunts. “We had to defend ourselves, had us out here runnin’ around like headless chickens because you were gone.”

You weren’t brought up to know much, except that animals will be animals and man reacts accordingly. Patrick’s words make about as much sense as anything ever could, and you’re desperate to believe whatever yarn they have to spin you. Art nods and saunter up behind you. He wetly pecks you on the cheek, his lips ‘Smack!’ing the plump skin as he pulls back. You gasp and they share a foreboding laugh, shoving you further down a long dusty hallway where you can pretend that nothing bad has ever happened to you. That your Virgil and Dante followed after you with innocent intent.

“Get ‘em in the stirrups, Pat. Need these legs spread nice and wide. Don’t we, sugarpie?”

Your heart drops and floats back up at a jackrabbit’s pace, “W-what?”

Your look over your shoulder is perfectly timed, your hair framing your face like a pre-war Hollywood starlet. The kind that could cry at the drop of a hat and deep throat a stuffy executive’s cock in one go. Simmering heat pools in your belly, every circle of hell seemingly setting themselves aflame in your body. And while you know they wouldn’t dare seriously terrify you, they would probably get a kick in their pants if you let a sliver of fear slip. They’re men who no longer have a societies rules to wear as if they were costumes after all, perfectly chiseled faces and painted masks.

Offering you a marriage license so they plant you in a gilded cage, but Midas ghosted his fingers along your roots years ago. When you stumbled in on two boys playing a game that used to be popular in the pre-war days, a yellow-green fuzzy ball bouncing on a wired net racket. You giggled when an elder scolded them for staging their challengers match in the hall. And with the sound of a bell, the walls came tumblin’ down.

Patrick’s grin writes your name on the dotted line, “Our pretty lil’ cock socket, we’ll repopulate in no time at all.”

They had already stolen your wedding outfit that same day way back when, slim pickings have to be snatched up in this dog eat bitch world. But they were something far above dogs with malleable forms and a blunter bite, they were opportunists and God always has his eye on those who can seize what he provides.

The House always wins.

- 2024, do not cop/translate/feed my work to ai

[surreal-duck]

live drama adaptations part 2 (prev)

cast reveal and girls movie night 🔥

[fire-but-ashes-too]

URL song tag game

thank youuu @yesireadbooks

RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

*dramatically removes the cloth from the board*

AHEM

F- family line by conan gray

I- idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

R-run and hide by sabrina carpenter

E-exile by Taylor swift

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B-boys will be bugs by cavetown

U-until i found you by stephen sanchez and em beihold

T-tennis court by lorde

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A-almost is never enough by ariana grande

S- strawberry blond by mitski

H-habits by tove lo

E-easier than lying by halsey

S- seventeen by ryan mccartan and barrett wilbert weed (from heathers the musical) -

T-this december by ricky montgomery

O-o my heart by mother mother

O-overwhelmed by royal and the serpent

oh my god 15 letters that was long.

@holdmyteaplease @spicymochi @guessillcallitart @escapetheinevitable @cabbojage @maewrites13 @macabremoons @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @ashwithapen @blackcrxwking @lycaens @iannicellis @anonymousfoz @fioreshere

(did i choose specifically people with relatively long urls? yes.)

[admiral-bennetts-aide-de-camp]

a lot of people talk about abed comparing troy to comfort TV, but not enough people talk about the implication of how, by saying that, abed positions himself as a parasocial fan

[cyberdragoninfinity]

messy arc-v memes and doodles i didnt post here. since the home stretch is beating my ass

[skitskatdacat63]

Please take my low effort shitpost of our two Aston flopboys

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