#this might be one of them

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

I've been really curious about how artists view other art that they come across, and that sounds silly, but it's more like what mode are you in when you view it? Typical person mode where you just view it and appreciate the colors or style or is it like artist mode where you notices all kinds of things that others wouldn't?

As a reader who also writes, I go into stories whether fanfic or not, as any reader would, or at least try to until something pulls me out of it, like a spelling error and then I'm in that beta mode. But I'm never in beta mode to start with or at least I try not to. Is that at all similar?

Do artists view other art from an experienced point of view or do they try to see it as someone who isn't an artist would? Please let me know.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Prompt: Kim/Kinn/Chay, fucking machines

“Does—does your brother—know you’re—” A deep moan cut off Kinn’s question. Across from him, Chay smiled sweetly. 

“Of course!” he chirped, sliding the silicone cocksleeve down Kinn’s length. “Hia taught me. Not everything, but a lot.” 

Not for the first time, Kinn thought of how much he loved Porsche, how blessed he was to have his lover—both Kittisawat’s, really—in his life. That blessing could also be a curse, however. Chay pumped the sleeve up and down, squeezing his hand around it to make it even tighter, until Kinn was aching to come. Then all at once he stopped. 

Evil little minx. Kinn gritted his teeth and groaned; if he complained this early on, Chay would only extend the torture. 

Giggling at his restraint, Chay attached the sleeve to the… contraption he’d rigged up and strapped Kinn and Kim into. No doubt courtesy of Arm. That bodyguard had access to all manner of awful things. Tankhun had little interest in sharing his bed with another, which meant he was forced to find his pleasures in other ways, and Arm was very good at finding new and inventive ways to fuck.

“Your turn,” Chay said, his voice overwhelmingly fond as he stepped around to Kim. 

Kim was, without a doubt, in a far worse state than Kinn. His cock throbbed with sympathy. 

Unlike Kinn, who’s spent most of the day in and out of meetings, Kim has been free to spend the last several hours under Chay’s careful, merciless attention. 

Chay had Kim bound to some kind of bench, lying on his stomach, his hips lifted and his legs indecently spread. The leather padding was slick with sweat, his entire body glistening and flushed. His hands were bound somewhere beneath him, and his ankles were tied to the legs of the bench. He could probably escape if he wanted to. Eventually. But until then, he could barely move. 

“How are you feeling, love?” Chay asked. He fiddled with the buckle at the back of Kim’s head and slid the gag out of his mouth. Kinn couldn’t see his face; he imagined his brother’s mouth was wrecked, his lips swollen and red already. 

“Angel, please—” Kim gasped, his voice rough, hoarse after hours of torment. “Chay—”

“Sh, shh, shhh. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Chay carded his fingers through Kim’s damp hair. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Kim nodded. He let his head drop back down, basking in Chay’s kind touch for the few moments it was offered. Chay watched him with an indulgent smile, petting him gently. 

Then he bent down over Kim’s back, skimming his hand down his spine until he reached the plug buried in his hold. Kim jolted when Chay pressed on it, pushing it that much deeper. 

“That feel good?” Chay murmured. He played with it, grasping the flared base to twist and thrust, enjoying the way Kim squired, until he finally pulled it out. His hole was red and swollen, just like Kinn imagined his mouth; he knew Kim had to be achingly sensitive by now. Kim twitched when Chay’s delicate fingers circled his rim. Chay still had his other hand buried in Kim’s hair, cupping the back of his neck comfortingly. 

Having had enough of the teasing, Chay left Kim in search of new instruments of torture. Kim made a mournful sound as he was abandoned, but Chay hushed him again; he was only a few feet away, perusing a set of devious toys. 

“Which ones have you already used?” Kinn asked. He couldn’t help himself. HIs curiosity always got the better of him; he and Kim were alike in that regard.

“Most of them,” Chay answered. He drummed his fingers over a thick dildo, bright blue and gently sloped, thicker in the middle than the base and tip. The change was gradual; it would be a smooth transition. Kim’s ass had already taken enough punishment today. 

Having chosen his prize, Chay came to stand beside Kim with the dildo in one hand and a half-empty bottle of lube in the other. He made sure to position himself so that Kinn could have an obstructed view. 

“Are you ready, Kim?” Chay asked. He laid the dildo on Kim’s back for lack of any other convenient surface—Kinn wondered if he could recognize the shape of it—and slicked up his fingers. Kim’s only response was a groan, then Chay pushed two wet fingers into his hole. 

For Kim’s sake, he was fast, and didn’t tease too much. Just got him nice and slick and ready. Then he affixed the dildo to the other side of the machine, covered that in lube as well, and guided it into Kim’s hole. He whimpered as it sank inside him. 

“All done.” Chay stepped away from both brothers. He made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed—taking the lube with—and picked up a remote. “Ready?” 

They weren’t. Kinn was certain of that. But he nodded anyway, and Kim made a sound that could have been an agreement, and Chay pushed a button that spurred the thing to life. 

The machine had two sides with the fulcrum perfectly in the middle, making it perfect to torment them both. The thick dildo slid out of Kim at the same time that the silicone sleeve slid down Kinn’s cock, a mechanical imitation of fucking each other, too slow to be anything more than an awful tease. 

After a few carefully timed thrusts, Chay increased the speed. Kinn squirmed a little bit, but Kim writhed, his skin squeaking against sweat-slick leather as he tried to escape the punishing sensation, or push back onto it for more. Kinn wasn’t sure. 

Chay watched from his vantage point on the bed, spread out beautifully and stroking his cock, his cheeks flushed and eyes brought. He was beautiful. Kim, with his neck twisted so he could look at Chay, his cheek pressed into unforgiving leather, no doubt thought the same.

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[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

[slyandthefamilybook]

why do you guys talk like you think not voting means no one gets elected

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[rachelfc-art]

Princess in Shining Armor

[milesofstars]

dont worry about it jason...

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[cosmogeddom]

[morningsaidthemoon]

“I know who’s in those ducts. It’s my freak-ass uncle.”

[stil-lindigo]

bite of winter.

a comic about a princess who died in the snow.

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[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

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PROLOGUE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)

AND SO IT BEGINS!

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