#fcked

[poison-uwu]

Does depression posting still count as posting or is that to personal for my fuck~me~senseless~till~i~cant~fucking~walk asthetic? <3

#because i really want to #rant lol #could also be #fcked #senseless #please 👉👈

[scoups4lyfe]

Fffffff

THE GROUP PHOTO—-

The Black Bears Grave Crimes:

- Stealing lightbulbs

- impersonating a delivery man

LOL

It’s funny cuz I know Momoi’s dead serious hahHahaaha

༼つ . •́ _ʖ •̀ . ༽つ

Exactly….

Yeah :(((

Oh sh#t

He’s pISSED

#let’s fk her sh*t SIDEWAYS bro #we do NOT let delivery man murder slide in THIS HOUSE #dude honestly I’ve never seen Momoi angry… #fcked #my thougts #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers liveblog #donbrothers #3 peach falls #who let delivery boy bring a parade float to a gun fight #sentaisouped #momoi tarou

[m-ultraarticles]

I’ve f¥cked the biggest stars in Africa and I’m still standing.

South African media personality, Bonang Matheba, has said that women should sleep with whoever they like without fearing judgment from the society. Bonang said this in an episode of reality TV show, Young, Famous and African. According to her, she has fucked the biggest stars in Africa and she is still standing. She stated this while dismissing a piece of advice her co-star, Louis, was giving…

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#africa #African #and #beauty #Biggest #blog #Entertainment #Events #f¥cked #fashion #fcked #fearing #from #gossip #Horror Story #I’m #in #Inspiration #Ive #judgment #Lifestyle #like #media #News #personality #politics #says #see #should #Sleep

[hccupit]

more games need out of place creepy easter eggs , 10/10 thanks for the random subterranean felix tomb maze.

#bomb rush cyberfunk #brc #oh i heard there's more of these thag aren't doccumented on video #prehaps theres a mystery here #shoutout to the fcked up geometry going on #this tunnel is fantastic

[bishy437]

🐹

[x]

#EDIT: Yes i fcked up the formatting I am aware and SoRRY 😞 #svsss #scum villian self saving system #moshang #has this already been done sorry lol #lbh and mbj are besties in my head #mobei jun #shang qinghua #mine

[stc019]

"this man would hurl himself in death's way to save you. You are sure of this —but why?"

(comic reupload because I accidentally deleted my previous blog -oops!) edit: some people seem interested so here's a reminder I do pr1nts of this comic 😳 

below the draft of a follow-up strip idea I had (will mayhaps finish it since some were also interested!):

#disco elysium #Kim Kitsuragi #Harry Du Bois #sunrise parabellum #HarryKim #look i fcked up but im not gonna cry over lost datas so lets just start anew!

[seance]

THE NEVERMORE ACADEMY + main powers

#wednesdayedit #wednesday #wednesday netflix #userbecca #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #eugene otinger #edits #this was fun but i grew too attached to the purple palette fsgsd- #played myself #anyway we love a bunch of teenagers with supernatural abilities <3 #rip to the dream visions that traumatized xavier #baby boy i know your head is fcked up i just had to choose one #i went for the artistic power but ily #wednesday spoilers

[the-ridiculous-blog]

Alexander Siddig in Inescapable!!! (screams)

#alexander siddig #inescapable #actor #julian bashir #or as I like to call it: Julian Bashir's fcked up holosuite program #my gifs #tw:blood #Men in suits #siddig el fadil

[duckdodger]

u know that incorrect quotes generator thing ? well this specific interaction I got from it never left my mind

little bonus doodle on read more

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 87 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 12 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 03 #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #ok last drawing before mm trailer drops in like 2 DAYS #BACK TO ORIGINAL 87 COLORS !!! #I need to draw other iterations of tmnt more besides rise 87 & mm becuz mikey looks fcked up my first time drawing him

[shyshitter]

you know, drawing these two kissing would be a lot easier if i had an aCTUAL REFERENCE OF THEM KISSING

EDIT:

[id: digital art of dean and cas kissing. dean is holding cas' cheek and cas is holding on to dean's forearm. their eyes are closed /end id] via @timetravelingkayak

#its fine #deancas just should’ve fcked on a table #anyways idk this might flop im not crazy ab it #trying to practice coloring and i hate it #spn #spn art #my art #supernatural art #supernatural #deancas art #dean winchester art #castiel art #destiel art #castiel #deancas #destiel #dean winchester

[yrsonpurpose]

What are you doing?

#mary & george #mary and george #maryandgeorgeedit #george villiers #robert carr #perioddramaedit #nicholas galitzine #laurie davidson #userninz #chrissiewatts #usergayppl #usersteen #mine* #and he did! #small pox and all! #anyway whatever. im still here. i never left #idc if any of this was emotional manipulation #they fcked nasty by the fire and everyone had a great time #THE ANGST... GIVE ME IT #the tears in his eyes oh it was so over for me the first time i saw this scene #something so doe eyed about how george looks here #also his lips. woah. okay #finally clearing out my m&g sets

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story idea (9)

Warning: inhumane treatment and view, abuse, human trafficking, obsession.

Twisted Wonderland, where non-magical people do not exist.

Imagine how NRC looked upon Yuu, the first non-magical human to ever exist. It was like seeing an exotic animal, the only one of its kind.

Yuu is not a being with a thinking mind, but an animal with no brain in the eyes of Twisted Wonderland. Seeing how Yuu reacts to the world with barely any knowledge only cements this fact.

Prefect? What a joke. Yuu is the Headmaster and the Housewardens' pet.

Yuu'll do the errands, Yuu'll be the scapegoat for every blame, a doll to be dressed and shown off, a frog to be dissected, a plushie to be cuddled and torn apart, a lion in a circus, doing tricks it abhors by the ringmaster.

Yuu can scream and threaten and hurt them and risk dying, but it's alright, Yuu are their beloved pet. It's nothing but a mild tantrum. Yuu will calm down soon anyway. It's always like that, and if not, a few rough handlings will do the trick. If the most vicious, unruly dogs can learn to behave and be obedient, so can Yuu.

Even if Yuu had become the most ugliest thing molded by their hands, Yuu will still be loved. Isn't that wonderful?

The others caught wind of this. The Royal Sword Academy wanted to see this non-magical thing, amazed and then astounded at their condition that is akin to an abused and leashed dog. Their kind and gentle hearts could never bear to see Yuu in such situation.

They wanted to sweep Yuu off their feet, ride on a white horse like a knight in shining armor, and place them in RSA where they will watch over Yuu and take care of their needs.

Rollo Flamm of the Noble Bell College, who dreamt that the world will be better without magic, began to show interest, obsessively so. It grew worse when he saw the state Yuu is in, proving that magic is indeed evil, and thus, bringing his hatred for magic to further heights.

He would find ways to meet, observe, and transfer Yuu to their college under the guise of 'justice'.

The Playful Land would prepare for the arrival of a new puppet. They'll put a stage for Yuu to stand on, dress them prettily, and handle them gently like precious goods. The spotlight is on Yuu, smile. Yuu will–is loved. The money bid on them will be the proof.

Fellow Honest stood back, Gidel hidden behind him. He would save Yuu, but at what cost? He couldn't save himself nor Gidel from this place.

It does not stop there. It spreads, people around the world would flock to NRC to see this precious, unique little thing by the name of Yuu.

Royalties and those who have money wanted to buy or demanded them to show up so they can see Yuu up close. Reporters would barged NRC daily and so on.

Getting kidnapped, harassed and no privacy is part of the norm.

How would Yuu ever break free and return home?

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #writing prompt #yandere twst #everyone loves yuu #twst rsa #rsa #Yuu got isekaied but the place they landed is fcked up #Yuu is a celebrity but in the wrong way #make the story more fcked up #touch the darkest part and show it in details

[ahhrenata]

oh.

#‘in this moment eddie knew he was fcked’ #stranger things #stranger things fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanart #my fanart #saw a pic of this joe keery on google #xuserann

[illuminatedvisage]

these hands in tightly hidden fists.

Pairing: Jing Yuan x (GN) Reader Summary: It is a late night, and the General's mind wanders. Warnings: Ineffectual Pining, Smut (sort of) Notes: 1.6k words of Jing Yuan being cockblocked by his own sense of morality. Title and quote taken from "So We Must Meet Apart" by Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng

jing yuan notices the earrings first—small, bright gems set on a thin chain, hanging like stars from your delicate earlobes. then your hair, styled with more care than usual, and the new perfume that stains your wrist with a faint scent that he strains himself to catch, to catalogue into the breadth of information he has carefully collected about you. your clothes are as usual, neat and formal, as is your manner, except for the way you sometimes fiddle with the hem of your sleeve and cast longing looks out the window while he reads your report.

that is to say, jing yuan notices you quite a bit and today, there is something different about you.

“you look lovely today,” he says after some time has passed. the seat of divine foresight has emptied out for the day, save for the few guards that stand at attention by the door; he would have gone by now too and released them from duty, if he hadn’t been expecting you. it is rare enough that your work brings the two of you together, and since your promotion at the divination commission, the master diviner has kept you busy adjusting and readjusting the nodes on the matrix of prescience to keep up with her constant calculations. you have a talent for it, attuned to the fine details of your surroundings, so he wonders why you always seem to miss the glaring fact of his love for you.

“oh, thank you, general,” you say, suddenly going shy. your gaze travels around the room, from walls to window and even to the guards, landing on anything but him. it’s adorable, the way you avoid his eyes even though you want, eagerly, to share something—another of your mannerisms that jing yuan has filed away in his heart.

would it be too much to hope that you had dressed up just to see him? that you had made yourself prettier than you already are for his eyes alone? it is presumptuous to think that he is in your thoughts as often as you are on his, but he does it anyway. he allows his eyes to linger on your mouth, the way it curves into the trace of a smile at his next question.

“is there a particular occasion?”

“i have dinner with someone later,” you let out like a confession, in one breathless, rushed whisper. the answer is so incomprehensible that he doesn’t register it at first. not until you start fiddling with the earring that caught his eye, twisting the chain around your finger. he wonders if it’s a gift from the person you are seeing tonight. he wonders how it would feel to tug it off your earlobe with his teeth. “general?”

there is a waxy feeling in his throat, so thick that you could scrape it off with a fingernail, at the thought of you with someone else. someone you might be directing that secretive smile toward. someone whose arm you might be touching as you lean in close, close enough to let them catch a brief taste of your perfume—

“general?”

“i see.” jing yuan clears his throat, looking for his words, which have all suddenly fled him. “where will you be dining?”

“we have reservations at the sleepless earl. i know, i know,” you laugh a little, “not that exciting, but i hear the storyteller is starting a tale about the high-cloud quintet tonight and i don’t want to miss the opening. it’ll be decades before he tells it again.” the smile you give him then makes the muscle in his jaw jump. “and afterwards, we might take a starskiff to the exalting sanctum. the luofu is passing close to a binary star system tonight…”

his hands tighten around the scroll containing your report—the detection of cosmological time dilation patterns in three-body starquake ruptures—your voice gone soft and muddled in his head as he tries to get his jaw to unclench, so that he might beg you—and if we’re lucky, they might set off an aurora that we can see from the pavilion—if he could only say something that would keep you by his side, instead of, of—owing to the expansion of space in ten to the third dimensions upon point of impact, we can predict that the best course of action for the alliance—he doesn’t want to lose you, doesn’t want to give you up to this person who has done what he has failed to—it’s quite a romantic spot, actually—has caught the tail of your bright comet—

with a wash of sick, nervous heat, jing yuan realizes that he could. he could keep you from going out tonight under the guise of work, have you explain to him in charts and calculations and the graceful arc of your hands those elegant predictions which were your life’s work. he could always count on you to put your duty to the xianzhou luofu first, even if it meant making others unhappy.

one night might unfold into another into another as he lures you into his trap. he could start now. dismiss the guards. demand your time. steal a touch or two, first at your wrist, then your elbow, narrowing the distance between you by degrees as he bids you to lean over the desk and explain to him some prediction he pretends not to understand—all the while he looks not at the report, as you might have believed, but at the column of your unmarked throat that he longs to sink his teeth into like a claim. a night like that repeated a dozen times over. how long would it take you to sense him prowling at the edges of your comfort? to realize how close you have already allowed him?

how long would you be able to hold out against him?

jing yuan cares for you, cares what you think of him, and so your seduction would be as patient and meticulous as any strategy he’s executed. perhaps, after so many nights like that, alone together, he might ask you for a drink. tea or wine, whatever your preference, he’d offer to pour you a cup if you returned the favor. one drink becoming two becoming more, just like the hours he’d steal away from you, your tired head dipping into your chest as you struggle to stay awake in his company.

he’d have moved to your side of the table by then, offered you his shoulder to lean on; polite and trusting as you are, he doubts you would have questioned it as you drift into a haze of half-sleep. he’d stroke your shoulder, then your cheek, the crown of your lovely hair. he’d take the teacup from your slackening grasp and marvel at the sensation of your hand in his, at the delicate points of your fingertips, the soft cup of your palm that he cannot help but kiss. perhaps you would have woken, and if not, he’d take the time to memorize your hands, to slip his tongue between your fingers and nip at the sensitive skin between pointer and thumb.

you’d wake with a gasp, and he would turn his head to swallow the sound.

your lips—they’d be divine, he knows it, stained with the flavor of your drink, bitter and sweet as he coaxes you open on his tongue. he’d like it if you kissed him back, hand tangling in his long hair. he’d like it if you sighed, meltingly, into his embrace; if your supple body arched beneath his wandering hands. there, he’d show the first and only sign of his impatience, working them into your clothes so he could feel the heat rising beneath your skin and know for certain that you felt it too—that you were filled with a need as powerful as his own.

he’d take you on whatever surface was available, on the floor, on his desk. he would lay you out and fit himself between the spread of your legs, fingers probing inside you—at first one, then two, then three if you could take it. he thinks you could. he would do it slow, a precise calculation of what would bring you the most pleasure; if you whined, he’d only go slower. with just his fingers he could make you fall apart. he imagines you gnawing at your lips, slick with spit as you moan into the tabletop, your body slick around his fingers as he fucks them into you.

how would you feel on his cock? squirming as he splits you open or holding yourself breathlessly still? his hands on your hips as he presses himself into the heat of you, hoping to leave bruises that you’ll remember tomorrow and tomorrow after that. he’d fuck you however you’d like—slow, hard, fast, soft. he’d fuck you until you saw stars sparking beneath the cover of your closed eyes, no need to look outside, to look away from him at all. he’d make you come again and again, slack jawed, clawing at the his shoulders, addicted to the push and pull of him inside you. you’d ask him for more and he would give it to you gladly.

bent over like this, you wouldn’t be able to see him at all. he is grateful for that. what would you think if you saw that hunger so naked on his face, which he has only ever shown you so indolently calm? he is not known as a man of large appetites, but for you he is a wild, starving thing. for you— for you—

“general?”

jing yuan smiles at you, locking those thoughts of you behind the placid expression on his face. you haven’t noticed anything at all, and why should you? it is a mask that has not slipped for hundreds of years, unlike his next words, which slip loose without him meaning to.

“i hate to keep you longer than i should, but if you wouldn’t mind…”

A/N: i want him so bad i look stupid i know. i feel like jing yuan is just a little bit of an asshole but he tries hard not to be because he is also very aware of the power he has over people and knows that he could exploit them all too easily. but i really, really want him to (: anyway i like my jing yuans literally sick with longing. will i ever let him fuck for real???? stay tuned for more.

#jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan imagines #hsr imagines #.illuminations #.xianzhou luofu #dont look at me or the way i fcked up this summary cause i copy pasted from the other to get the format #im dumb and silly!!!!! #fixed it now tho

[tategaminu]

Other shippers: I hope they become canon soon!

Rayllum shippers: I hope they doom the world for each other soon 🥰

#We want them to do so much fcked up stuff for each other #watch rayla refusing to kill him and Callum free Aaravos willingly to save her or something #also no I won't stop talking about them anytime soon hehe #rayllum #Tdp #The dragon Prince

[cosmicstarlatte]

A True Confession

I am beyond excited to have received my selfship commission today!!! ♡

↳ selfship art by: talulil.art on ig!

Story: Despite having feelings for each other, we mutually decided not to pursue anything. Although, after awkwardly dancing around each other for a few weeks (and perhaps me hoeing around with Lucifer) Diavolo couldn't stand it anymore.

"Dia...I thought we agreed we shouldn't..."

"I can't stop thinking about you my little lamb. Please tell me you still want me as much as I want you..."

#He wants to erase every trace of luci. Ooooo weeee the pining is strong here!! ♡ 😫 #anyway he fcked me on his desk after that #what?? who said that??? #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me fanart #obey me self insert #self ship #self ship art #self ship community