#this is gonna get no notes

[american-horror-whore]

nirvana’s ‘where did you sleep last night’ live will never fail to make me sob because i know i’ll never get to see kurt cobain for real and ill only be able to see the pain in his eyes and hear the passion in his voice through a goddamn screen

[adrianlyles]

and i'm bad like the barbie! xx

[isagaiia]

jayce is so greedy smh

[yutamayo]

Get car seats for my kids first.

[electoons]

oh m-...ahhh...my pockages

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

STILL thinking about drunk chess actually

stupid as hell bonus:

[valeriapryanikova]

This season, on Hermitcraft...

(speedpaint)

[housederiva]

Oh to be the painter commissioned by Viago de Riva to fill his house with portraits of the most beautiful woman in Thedas

[nilihim-him]

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜.

[percexe]

YOUR GRANDPA is trapped in TARTARUS PRISON and needs YOUR HELP TO GET OUT! call 1-800-titansarmy today to pledge your eternal soul to the cause

[purble-sarah]

remember that work in progress i shared?

its complete now, also i changed the harley bike for a ducati cuz i think that would make more sense for jason to have

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

OH YEAH if i made you laugh or just inserted regrettable thoughts into your head against your will this year, now's a real nice time to drop a coin or two! (bc devastatingly i am also trapped in this mundane capitalist hellscape w/ the rest of u suckers)

[humbuns]

cleaning out old doodles bc too tired to draw but i miss drawing them severely

[autisticdoomslayer]

yall go check out the “antisemitic tropes” wikipedia page before it gets vandalized - i think we all know half of this is gonna get deleted