thearmadawillrise

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oh to be an incubus, making subby bottoms cry on my cock while they hold onto my horns for dear life, smiling when they come so hard they cry, breeding them with my corrupted seed

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This Prince chose who gets to fuck him

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Ásgeirr,

I would like to invite you to a date. One of snuggles and kisses, and of rest and slumber. It has been a while since I have had a date, but I would like to share a lovely on me with you. Perhaps we could get your favorite food, but if not, maybe we could settle for just listening to each other’s hearts and breath. I know stress has been high recently, so I would like to treat you any way that I can.

Forever cuddly, Astaroth

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I understand why I kept writing bad endings. Unhappy things that amass From a journey that seems like it would end happily.

I knów t͠he ̀re̢a̢s̷ón, bu͠t̛ ̴why ̸so?̛

Because I can’t see that happy ending around me. All I see is disappointment. Failed promises, and snide remarks. It’s not just because I have depression. It culminates from it. Everything I look at has some double meaning. I can see a part of myself that I hate in literally everything. The work that I do, it’s flawed. The tablet that I use to draw, a mirror of my insecurities. This red blanket that I find solace in? It shows me that I still need it. That I still have these problems, these demons that remain.

I ͡w̛i͝s͘h I ḱn̨ew ͢ho̶w̸ ̡tǫ ͡f͠i҉x̀ ͟it. I w͡i̡s͜ḩ I͠ kn͢ew ho҉w ͜to ҉takè it́ al̴l ͞awa͜y̧.

I wish I did too. Or I wouldn’t need this blanket.

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I do not know how to feel left out. I see friends, family, both close and afar, doing things I would love to do as well. I feel far, and isolated; disjointed and alone. I have a fear to bring this concerns up, only to be shunned again.

Like the tear of a seam on a long forgotten stuffed animal. I project onto what I create, yet when I no longer feel the connection and kinship, the creations fall between the cracks. Destitute as the world leaves.

I was always included before the change. The change of world, the change of mind. Then the world was fractured, and connections lost between those at physical distance. Never will I see them again, and perhaps I do not want to. Yet the physical distance now is... strange. I wish to be included, yet there is nothing of internet to be done.

I just write. I barely draw, but somehow I create. Once, I was creating for someone. I do not know what I create for. These stories are just a subset of what I experience. The characters go through the fears that I have. My pain is the same because this is one of the only ways I can deal with it. I find solace through the family that can never exist, only due to worldly limitations. They do exist, however, if only in heart and memory.

Ho̧w ̡lo̡n̴g̛ are ҉w͝e̕ s̛t̛u̸c̢k̶ i̛n th́is͏ ̴ru͏t?͟ ̸T̴o͘ wh̛ȩnc͏e҉ we ar̡e sm͘oth̢er͡e͠d ͜by̕ the͏ wóŕld͏,͝ a͡n͢d ͠n͏e͡v̛e̸r ̷ag͟ain s͞hall wę ̀s҉ee ͡b̢r̵e̴a̷k͝s̀, or so̷l̵ace?͟

I don’t know. If I have no time, I won’t ever be let in. There would be no chance to be included, or recognized. Well, it doesn’t have a lot of difference. Time changes. Time... stops helping. One roll of the die, and it is cast to a new land, a new concept.

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when you’re kissing someone and you stop kissing them for a sec and smile and kiss again I can’t think of something more beautiful than that

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I̡ am st͠ill ͟c͘óǹfu̡sed a͠b҉ou͜t ̀A͢nub͡i͠s.͘ But ́I͡ w͢i̶ll ̴t̕akę my ̀t̨ime̕ ̢to r͟eco͞v͠er̶. ͡I dơ ńot̢ e͏v͝en͢ ͡kn͘ow̵ i͡f҉ ̡i͟t con͢s̡tit͟u͝tes ̨as̸ ̧re͠c͞o̸vering,̵ ͞but I ͢w͡il̨l ̵g҉i̶ve ̶it ̡timę an҉yway̡. ̧I̛ am̸ no͘t śu͏r̵e ͘w͜h̛a͘t͞ ͢I͟ ̛look̛ ̧f̸o̡r͞, ̷nǫr ͝w͏h҉at I͏ w͘ant̷ t͞o f͏ind̛. ̶An̡ub͜is̡ ͟s̷ęem̸s͞ ͜so ͏per̢f҉èc͞t ̀to ͘me, ̷bu͘t ̡I ̵s͝t̢i͝ļl ͝feel a͠ s͟ense̵ ̧o͝f s͢ham̛e.́ ͢I̴ ̀d̡o no͡t̢ wa͢n̶t͝ to̕ ̵hárd̷e͏n ̨tḩi͏s̴ ͘f͘ee̡li̕n̢g ̢i͡nsi͘de͘ ̵o͢f̀ ͝me̛.́ T̛h̴at ͡wo͠ul̷d o͏n̵ly͟ ͝m҉ake ̢i͏t ̴worse. ҉I ̡a҉m De͞at̀h͝,̕ ͝b̸ut ͠I̛ a̷m͏ s̵o m̡u҉c͡h̢ ̸more͡.̀ Ì waǹt͝ t҉o be͠ ̶r̶espec͏ted ̸mo͞r̡e̴ t҉ha͡n҉ f̴e̢are̢d͟,̢ ҉a̵nd͟ I w҉an͞t ͢to ͞b̸e ͝lǫve͟d mor̸e thàn hat͠e҉d̕.̛ ͠Th҉is ͜jour̷ney̵ m̷a̴y be͟ lon͟g,̷ ̛b̕ut̶ įt is ͏o͟ne͞ I͞ h̨av́e ͞t̴o̷ t̢àke̕.

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sorry im late i was doing homoerotic vampire things

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I would like to invite someone to a moon, but I am not certain who would want one. So this is just an invitation to anyone who would want one. I would just like to share a night of love with another.

And maybe me as well. We just would like to pamper and to calm.

And to treat you as a lord among us. Let the unruly chaos of the world be quiet for just a moment. We will silence it for you, if you so wish. If not this week, we can schedule it another. I am in no rush, I just want to share a moon again with you and another.

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Lingerie under oversized hoodies

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This Prince gets to choose who fucks him.

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It has been strange. I haven been wanting to return to a time long past, one to which I was more chaotic. I do not wish to have this chaos, but I wish to have that energy I exerted.

I do not want to be as primal as I was, but I want to be seen as my old self. I still am what I was, I am a king and a god. I am a demon and an incubus. I have power and prestige, and I still hope that I exude those powers. I do not want to be feared, but revered. I do wish to be praised. I am a prince, I am royalty. But I do not need to repeat who I am. I am just me.

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Some challenging angles and pose work for me in this one but I’m just so smitten with this beautiful creature. He is difficult yet rewarding to draw xD I hope you enjoy it!

I know not all the angles are right, but I did what I could and have learned much for the future c:

Some fan service for those like me who can’t get enough of Aaravos x3

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MONTERO (2021) dir. Lil Nas X & Tanu Muino

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mmmm but imagine being super horny while too sleepy to take care of it so you're shuffling ur legs around cause of the friction and ur s/o slides their hand between your thighs and whispers that they'll take care of it for u 🥺