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avgustea · 2 years ago
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I posted 8,621 times in 2022
95 posts created (1%)
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I tagged 1,720 of my posts in 2022
#painting - 351 posts
#food - 165 posts
#illustration - 87 posts
#love - 85 posts
#succession - 80 posts
#home - 58 posts
#the bear - 31 posts
#music - 31 posts
#black sails - 16 posts
#human - 12 posts
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#a man takes his sadness and throws it away                                                          but then he’s still left with hi
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
do you ever like. beg your body to finally start your period so this hormone-induced madness can finally release its clutches over your entire mind and body and life? like. i'm calling a therapist later for sure, because it's either a massive pms or that's it, we've finally reached the rock bottom.
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#4
had a horrendous two week-long depressive period. woke up today, saw notifications from my friends, realised i am a human and a young specimen at that, and everything passed
13 notes - Posted November 14, 2022
#3
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i've eaten so many delicious pastries it should be considered hubris on my puny human self's end
18 notes - Posted October 6, 2022
#2
hello, and for the love of everything good on this planet, good morning 💖💋💗💕
28 notes - Posted June 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
i've bought myself the most beautiful yellow linen summer dress and i look so good in it...
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willowthefoxxo · 11 months ago
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YEEEEEAAAA IT LOOKS PERFECT THANKS UUUU!!
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HELLOOOOO
so i saw you were taking moodboard requests
i have this cool character i made recently can i request a moodboard based on her
(also usually I'd draw them wearing a black skirt or black shorts with neon pink and green stars on it, i just wanted to show her tattoos in the ref without making them pantsless but i also still feel weird because ✨anxiety✨ lol)
also have a random cursed image cuz why not
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Here ya' goez cool person!!!!!!!1! I don't have a lotta info on them so I went off vibez! I hope ya likez it!!!
[TQ TRANSLATION: Here you go, cool person! I don't have a lot of info on them, so I went off vibes! I hope you like it!]
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sketzocase · 6 years ago
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In other news- Sina Grace being horrible has actually inspired me to write again. So... I guess it’s not all completely and horribly terrible.
But hey- when you fuck up so bad that MULTIPLE fic writers are like- fuck no, we’re taking over this bitch- You should really consider changing professions. Or ya know... go write for DC? (said in all joking ness- DC peeps don’t get offended :) )
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bazaarwords · 7 years ago
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Prompts; I've got them: "Asami has to stay in (finals, or conference call, or something), while the rest of the Krew goes out to the bar. Korra gets drunk, and Asami gets a pic of Korra's bare torso; just the barest edge of her breasts down to the 'V' of muscle disappearing into her pants. Cue, Asami devolving into utter sexual turmoil."
Asami had never procrastinated before.
This was more of a forced procrastination. More like she’d spent forty of the last forty-eight hours in the school’s library working on final projects she hadn’t had the time for during the semester, and was now working on the other projects that had to take a backseat to the backseat for her other other projects.
She’d decided, somewhere between hour fourteen and twenty-six, that there was no saving her.
They opened the library all hours of the day and night during finals, and Asami was taking advantage of that fact, because it was a lovely, brisk Saturday night. Lovely enough and brisk enough for a night out on the town. Which is what her girlfriend and friends were doing.
Korra had begged her every way she knew how to take a break, but Asami knew that if she avoided work for anything over an hour, she wouldn’t finish in time.
So she texted Korra: “Go have fun! I’ll be fine here. Be safe, I love you!”
She was not “fine here.” She felt like death warmed over. The equations swam in her vision. In her stupor, she couldn’t understand why she’d decided on quantum physics as the subject matter for her capstone project. She was not a physicist. It was only the tenth time she’d thought about hitting her head against the wall when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
No. She told herself, trying to stop the hand that reached into her pocket. No, no, no, stop it, don’t you open that lock screen—shit.
And she was already distracted, so instead of putting the phone away again, she leant back in her chair. She’d be fighting a losing battle, anyway.
It was Korra, of course: “hey cutieee hows the math going?”
Her projects seemed further away already. “Boring. How’s the club?”
The response was instant, “not bad… would be better with u tho”
The little kissy face that came after made Asami want to set her papers on fire and make a beeline for her car.
“Sorry love,” she typed, angrily tapping the keyboard of her phone, “I’ll make it up to you next weekend!”
“oh yea? how?? ;D”
Oh, no. As much as she might have wanted to continue down this particular avenue of conversation, she could almost hear her term papers screaming for her attention. So, with a heavy heart, she deflected.
“Noodle date!”
But Korra was more than ready with a response, “and after thaaat?”
She was running out of options. “Ice cream date.”
“ice cream is good, but u know whats better??”
Don’t, her left brain commanded, Asami Sato, you have ten hours of work left you can’t be entertaining this—
“What?”
The moment she hit send, she knew it was over. She’d lost the fight with rationality. She could see Korra now, grinning at her phone in the middle of a crowded bar, ready to ruin Asami’s chances of finishing a single one of her finals on time. In theory, it sounded like a bad situation. In practice, Asami found that she couldn’t have cared less. So when a picture came through instead of a text, and one of a dark, bare and muscled midriff with unbuttoned jeans slung low on hips she knew all too well—
“Oh, you little—”
Asami knew that Korra knew that she’d won. She knew that there was no going back to her projects or her finals or any of the mountains of work she had due. She texted back, one last futile attempt to get a hold on her sanity, but her fingers betrayed all logic and reason, “I wish you were here.”
“Really,” she muttered at herself, sending the message with a huff, “how desperate are you?”
The answer: very. With how inundated she’d been in previous weeks, she’d barely had time to see Korra, let alone do anything with her. A pang of longing struck her harder than any of her stress or exhaustion. All she wanted was to cuddle with her girlfriend, maybe with some snacks and a movie—
“u know what i’d do for u if i was there ;))”
—and maybe some other things.
It was then that she felt the full force of her weariness. Then, with the promise of relief and the image of Korra’s bare skin just a scroll away, she knew that getting a handle on her projects would have to wait. She’d been under dangerous amounts of stress before, but she’d never had Korra in those times. She’d never had the option to… relax in the midst of a overwhelming workload.
But Korra was out, on the other side of town, and buzzed at the very least. There was no way she’d have her tonight.
“Besides,” she growled at herself, shaking off the rather welcome images that swam in her mind’s eye, “you have too much to do.”
She turned back to her work, not responding to Korra’s text. For a long few minutes, she thought she’d adequately diverted her own attention. She set aside a finished abstract, beginning work on her next, when her phone buzzed again.
“Don’t,” she chided herself, “don’t you dare. Asami, you are better than this.”
It buzzed a second time, and there wasn’t a single second between the vibration of her phone and the move she made to grab it. She was not, as it happened, “better than this.”
It was another image, and never in a million years did Asami think she’d be turned on in the university’s library.
Korra had a bathroom to herself, it seemed. That, or she was drunk enough to ruck her shirt up above her bra in a public bathroom. The image was dark, but Asami had no trouble making out the definition of Korra’s stomach, the blue push-up bra she’d opted on, or the way she’d taken the hem of her tank between her teeth, mouth turned up in a wolfish grin. The arm that wasn’t taking the picture was out to her side, flexing the heavily defined muscle there.
“where’d u goooo??”
Asami knew that Korra could make her weak in the knees in person, but this was too much. Not only was Korra’s incredible body on full display, but she was miles away, and the desperation Asami felt descending over every fiber of her being couldn’t be solved with a few steps.
“Still here,” she responded, and then in another lapse of her better judgement, “alone…”
Korra’s response was instant, “oh really?”
She knew exactly what Korra was getting at, and was a little ashamed to realize that the thought had excited her more than it should have.
“Korra, I’m not touching myself in a public library.”
“well i’m touching myself in a public bathroom soooo”
Asami inhaled, trying to suppress the sudden stab of want. She took one last look at her paperwork.
“You are?”
“yeeeeeaaaa ;)” Korra replied, “thinking about u”
Asami sighed. Half in frustration and half with arousal. Just the thought of Korra had her shifting in her seat, her clothes clinging to her in a few very uncomfortable places. She knew that anything she asked, or going any further on this line of conversation would have her copying Korra, and as badly as she wanted some kind of relief, she didn’t want it alone in the library of all places.
“You’re not helping.”
“i could tho”
“You’re too far away to help.”
“No, I’m not.”
Asami jumped at the voice, so caught up in texting that she hadn’t noticed the presence behind her. When she swiveled around, it was the most welcome sight she could have fathomed: Korra, smiling and real and three feet away.
“Korra! I thought… I thought you guys went downtown,” she stuttered, bewildered but relieved beyond belief.
Korra’s smile widened, and she stepped forward as Asami rose to greet her. “We went to that new place across the street. I wanted to be close by in case you needed me.” Her smile turned mischievous. “And you do need me.”
Asami scoffed, ready to retort, but she was also confused as to why she hadn’t closed the distance between them. She fixed that, however, rounding the chair and stepping into Korra’s outstretched arms. She buried her head in Korra’s neck, breathing in that comforting scent that relaxed her from head to toe. “I don’t need you,” she teased gently, already melting into Korra’s embrace. “I was doing fine here.”
“Fine?” Korra hummed, pressing a kiss to Asami’s temple. She ran her hands over Asami’s back. “I wouldn’t call the tension I can feel in your back ‘fine’.”
She could hear Korra, but she wasn’t exactly listening. Rather, the warmth of her body and the soothing hands on her back and gentle lips at her temple reminded her of what had been happening before Korra had materialized. She pressed a kiss to Korra’s neck. “Were you really touching yourself in a public bathroom?”
Korra laughed, a wonderful sound Asami could feel hum against her lips. “No. I figured I’d wait until I saw you.”
“What makes you so sure you’re going to get that opportunity?” she murmured between open-mouthed kisses at Korra’s neck.
The waver in Korra’s voice when she responded made the cloying need in the pit of her stomach all the more apparent. “Just a hunch, I guess,” Korra all but sighed, and Asami could feel the hitch in her hands’ patterns over her back. A long moment passed—soft caresses and kisses before Korra spoke again with a voice raw and gentle, “I’ve missed you.”
Asami stopped the kisses at Korra’s neck, pulling back so she could take in her whole face. She wasn’t emotional, just open and loving, and at that look, the heat Asami had felt at every nerve ending turned to something much softer.
She pressed an equally soft kiss to Korra’s lips, pulling back a fraction of an inch to respond, “I’ve missed you too. I’m glad you came,” she said, and then gestured frustratedly at her piles of paperwork, “I’m sorry I’ve been so caught up in all this.”
“No reason to apologize. It’s just what comes with having a genius for a girlfriend,” Korra said with a grin. Asami couldn’t help it, she kissed her again. “But I think you could use a break. And I’m not saying that to be selfish. I know you’re not sleeping much.”
“You’re right,” Asami conceded. Then, with a smirk, “but I think we’ve made it clear that we’ve missed each other, and I’m thinking that I’ll postpone sleep for a little longer. And I am saying that to be selfish.”
And after Asami woke the next morning—refreshed, relaxed, and curled up with Korra—she knocked out every last project and paper that had threatened her sanity.
So maybe procrastination wasn’t all bad… and maybe she’d have to try it again. Soon.
Prompts are CLOSED
I got this prompt about a million years ago… I’m sorry it took so long, @eloquentdrivil! You can also read it here on AO3.
Happy new year! :)
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theaxonthatsaltered · 4 years ago
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scroll rapidly up and down, still works
YEEEEEAAAA LOOK THEM GOOOOO
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make him boogie
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