#🖊 pens and paper

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 12

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: Another one.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

The crickets keep you awake. The flutter of bats and the sway of trees swirl together and set an eerie lull. The scent of pine wafts in and eludes to the freedom withheld from you. A serene atmosphere tainted by the coil of heat twisted around you.

Clark snores into your hair. Unbothered by his strange surroundings or the circumstance. It almost maddens you to think he can act so normal on the surface yet be corrupt to core. It's all so sickening but frightening.

You think of Lois and the crack of bones, Richard and the smell of burnt flesh, the fury in Clark’s eyes. You know you can’t resist him. Not without getting hurt. You’re too weak, you’re too afraid. You don’t want to die, not like this. You don’t want to leave this world behind without getting to tell all the stories in your head.

You lay awake, waiting for his eventual rise. He grumbles, patting your hip before he sits up. He bends over his lap and rubs his eyes before climbing to his feet. You watch the strain of flannel across his shoulders as he cross to the door and pulls open the door.

He returns with a copper kettle. Water drips from the edges of the lid as he hangs it in the fireplace, rebuilding the burnt out fire beneath. You shiver as you sit up and tuck yourself into the corner.

He moves around, searching through the bin he put in the opposite corner. He takes something out and brings it to you. He hands you the small notebook and searches his front pocket for the short pencil hidden there. You see the redness in the rims of his eyes and note the unkemptness of hair and clothing unlike. He is not the straight laced journalist you thought you knew. 

"Make a list. What we need."

You nod, mouth too dry to speak, brain too fuzzy to think. You blink at him as you cradle the notebook. You’re not sure what he means.

“Food, soap, whatever,” he sighs as he turns on his heel, dragging his feet to the fireplace as he sets his hand on the mantel, “gotta hook up the water… grabbed enough coffee and some granola…” he’s mostly talking to himself, “a bed, I’ll get a bed for sure.”

You write bed at the top of the first page. Then you stare at the next line. You can’t put freedom there. You have to keep lying. You write down eggs. Eggs are good, you can make breakfast tomorrow, that might keep him happy.

“I’ll make the coffee,” you offer, “where is it?”

He inhales and goes back to the bin. He fishes out a small glass jar of instant grinds. You try not to show your disappointment. It’s something. You know better than to not play along. He’s shown you the consequences for not.

“Cups?” You ask, gently, putting pen back to paper as you remember a few other things.

He returns to the bin again. A sleeve of paper cups. Alright, that will do. You stand and keep the notebook in hand as you near the fireplace. You write down cups.

“You’ll have to find some proper ones,” you say as you put down the book and grab the jar. You read the label and set it down as you kneel in front of the fire. You hold up your hands, it’s cool despite the summer sun outside. “And some pretty dishes.”

He’s silent. You try not to give yourself away. He can’t see through your act. You rub your hands together and shiver. He moves and you fight not to wince. He grabs the blanket and brings it over to drape over your shoulders.

“I’ll some nice ones,” he promises as he lowers himself to his knees beside you, “I didn’t get to show you the tub…” he puts his large hand on your back as you watch the fire, waiting for the kettle to boil, “I got it just for you, baby.”

“That’s nice. I’m excited,” you almost believe yourself as you keep a chipper chime in your voice, “I really have to pee.”

His hand slips down and he lowers his chin.

“Like I said, water’s not… gotta run a line down to the lake…” he sniffs, “I’ll take you out, you can go by the trees.”

“Alright,” you nod as you pull the cups over and open the plastic sleeve.

You pull out two then uncap the lid of the jar. You tear back the seal and carefully measure out grinds into each cup. You smile and twist the cap back on. You set down the jar as Clark looms close.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he says so quietly you barely hear him. You flinch but hide it as you reach past the blanket and touch his side. “I wouldn’t… wouldn’t do what I did… to you. I did it for you.”

“I know,” you wilt out, snaking your arm around him, “look at all you’ve done for me…” you look up at the rafters, then the walls, and the fire crackling before you. He doesn’t see your other hand, how it grips the chain around your ankle, “you’ve made a whole life for me… for us.”

-

Clark is gone for a few hours, or so you guess. The sunlight shifts a little through the windows, at its peak as you estimate about noon. A rush of air signals his return and you stand at the window watching as he drops a whole industrial container in the dirt, at least twenty times his size.

You watch him. It’s unsettling how inhuman his strength is, but what’s more, is how inhuman his mind is. Something’s disjointed in him. That he can justify all he’s done; not just to you but to his own wife, to another human being.

He twists back the bar on the door and cranks it open on its hinges. He goes inside and emerges with another bin matching the blue rubber one in the corner of the front room. He approaches the cabin and lets himself in. He puts down the heaping container.

“Food,” he announces, “I grabbed a few other things but I’ll sort it out. For now…” he stops to brace the back of your head and kisses you, “you can deal with the kitchen.”

He passes you and unhooks the chain from the floor. He leads you as if you’re on a leash into the next room. It’s a large kitchen with wooden counters and a tall faucet over a sink; there’s a fridge and stove, and everything else you could ever need. You can’t believe he’s turned a pile of dirt into all this. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so disorienting.

He hesitates but keeps the links in hand as he guides you onward. He turns back at another door, smiling.

“I did say I’d show you the tub,” he preens, “while you put everything away, I’ll get it working. But you should see…”

He waves you closer as he twists the handle and pushes in the door. You near warily and look around the door frame. There’s a tub against the wooden slats of the wall, a curtain hung around it. It’s big, bigger than yours. The tub you’ll never see again.

You try to smile and your lips quiver. You cover your mouth to hide your despair. You flutter your lashes, desperately holding back your horror. You can’t let him see.

“Honey,” he touches your shoulder as you pull back.

“I’m okay,” you squeak, “I just can’t believe you did all this for me.” To me…

“Of course, I… I’d do anything for you. Don’t you see?”

You nod, gulping down the wave of terror. You fan yourself and face him, hoping he can’t see right through you. Your heart is thumping wildly. Didn’t he say he could hear it?

“I’m just so overwhelmed. No one ever…” you trail off, “Clark, I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid that… I’m not enough for you.”

His forehead stitches and he tilts his head. A scoff scratches in his throat. Shit, he doesn’t believe you. He drops the chain, the metal clanking loudly on the floor.

“Sweetie, of course you’re enough,” he grabs your hands, making you jolt. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of… I’ve written pages for you. I can’t stop. I just dream of our life together and… you did this. You made me want to make our story more than words. I’m building it around us. All of this.”

He looks up dreamily, “we can live happily ever after. Just us. No one will get in our way.”

“They won’t,” you rasp and you squeeze his hands, legs wobbly as your head spins. “They can’t…”

They won’t find you. They can’t save you. That’s what you really mean. 

He searches your face. You measure your breathing, urging your heart to calm. You cling to him, afraid you might collapse. The crushing weight of surrender lays over your shoulders. You don’t have a choice but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Sweetie,” he lets go of your hands and brings his grip around your waist, “I knew you just had to see what I see. What’s inside my head. That you would get once I made it more than fiction.”

“I do,” you croak, running your hands up his arms and across his chest, “I see it. It’s amazing.”

He leans in, growling over you as he draws you closer. He bends to nuzzle your hair and lets out a hot breath over your scalp. He inhales your scent and sways you. You are nothing, you are thin as air, you dissolve in his arms. 

“I forgive you,” his lips tickle your forehead as he pulls back just a little, “honey, I love you and I forgive you.” His hand slips down your side and his fingers curl beneath the denim of your waistline, “I missed you so much.”

You swallow, eyes welling as you dip your chin, hiding your dread. You caress him through the flannel of his shirt. You know what he wants. All his sweet words only ever lead to pain.

“I missed you too,” you brush your hand up to his neck, feeling how he trembles at your touch. That is your power; you cannot win, but you can survive.

You drop your other hand onto his and pull it away from your waist. You turn, sure to keep your face down, tugging him with you as you approach the counter. You let him go and unbutton your jeans. You bite down on your disgust.

You bare your ass, planting an arm on the counter as you bend against it. You touch your ass and dig your nails into the flesh with a hum. You wiggle your hips at him.

“Please, Clark, you said you miss me, right.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he comes up behind you, placing his hand over yours, groping you around your own, “I’m sorry about last night. I’ll never… I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

He shifts his hand, tickling along your ass, down along the crease, and between your folds. He pushes his fingers against your cunt and you step apart, as far as you can against the restraint of your jeans. You look down as he pokes into you, groaning as he feels you around his knuckles, spreading them so you stretch around him.

You grip the counter and look down at your ankle, the chain hanging there, loose. That’s it. You just have to wait for your chance; maybe not today, but eventually, when his guard is down, when he trusts you. When his delusion is too much to suspect the truth.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #superman #dc #dcu #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #series #the assistant

[pianta]

the lovely folks over @ Huion kindly sent me a Kamvas 12 to try !! ♡ a quick review:

🖥  Huion Kamvas 12 is a beginner friendly screen tablet with full HD 12″ display, compatible with windows, mac, linux and android phones. it is not a standalone portable tablet, it will need to be hooked up to a computer with a HDMI port!

🖼 i’ve been using this screen tablet for a month now and i’m really happy with it! this is huion’s smallest model, making it easy to carry and ideal for my small desk. it is a compact, lightweight but high quality screen tablet.

⚙️  set up is straightforward. i had some trouble figuring out pen calibration during set up bc there was some lag/offset, but after some fiddling around it works like a charm and i don’t experience any major lag when doing a stroke - i've tested this both in SAI and CSP.

🎨  the screen resolution is impressive for its size & the colors are popping on this one. its kinda like your drawing on paper bc the screen is semi-matte. it even got customizable hotkeys which i love + u can turn off the screen and use it like a regular drawing tablet no problem

🖊  the pen is battery-free and charges automatically, so if you’re like me and get annoyed by the pen running out while you’re working, this is ideal! it comes with pen holder + extra nibs, a drawing glove, and an optional adjustable stand, making it more ergonomic

tl;dr: i’m impressed! if you think larger screen tablets are a bit intimidating, or you’re used to non-display tablets and are looking to transition to screen displays - this is a great and affordable fit! 💞

i'm so happy to see more affordable options out there so more people can jump in and start drawing digitally. i can highly recommend huion tablets!! if you are interested, you can find more info here! ✨

#art #tablet review #tablet #huion #illustration #art help #artists on tumblr #collab

[z0mbi3k1d]

Romanticizing life part 1

School 📚

School sucks it's probably the worst part of anyone's day but Hot girls romanticize everything so life becomes more fun and enjoyable. Here are some tips and tricks for romanticizing school!

In class🖊

Do your work!! It's even cuter to be smart and attractive

If you finish your work you can read or doodle

Try and work with friends, it makes the work more fun

Listen to music! Make a playlist specifically for school (I'm not gonna link mine because it's not specifically for school it's just my music taste)

Get cute supplies, your favorite colors or ones with cute little characters on them

Notes 🧷

Highlighters and pens!! They make your work look sooo cute!!

Stickers! They also make your notes look more aesthetic and adorable

Practice handwriting, PLEASE omg my hand writing is so bad I have to practice too but your notes will look so cute

Look up borders on Pinterest and use those on your paper they look so cool fr

Organize your notes, weather it's boxes, bullet lists or lines. It just makes it look neater

Social stuff 🖌

Stay out of drama!! It's not cute!!

Use manners and be polite at all times, no body likes someone with an ugly personality. And if they do that's someone you should satay away from

Have good relationships with teachers, say hi and smile to them, it could make a worlds difference!

Have a positive attitude, not everybody is terrible!

Find a club you enjoy, it's easier to make friends with people who have similar hobbies!

Confidence!! 🖇

Be confident you're hot so act like it!!

Keep your head up high, I know it's scary but you'll look more approachable

Pretend you are your favorite character, act like them

Listen to music that makes you feel confident

Wear clothes that make you feel confident, confidence>>looks

Fun little things 📌

When listening to music in the halls pretend your in a movie/music video

Take pictures and record videos with your friends during any free time for memories

With your friend take a paper and write down sweet things about each other, my friend and I do this and it's really fun

You can also pretend you're the main character in a shojo anime!!

Look good, feel good 🖍

"Life isn't a fashion show" yes it is!! Wear things that make you feel like yourself and you'll win!!

Please wear perfume smelling good is a must!!

Make sure your hair is brushed/fixed and looks good

Make sure your bag looks clean please!

Lunch 🍱

Try and pack your own, it's definitely healthier

Please eat lunch, it's important for you to stay adorable!

If you don't have friends sit near people you think are cool, they might end up talking with you!

If you don't want to do that then you can sit by yourself, people don't usually tend to care if you sit at their table as long as you don't bother them

Links ✂️

Cute Amazon school supplies list:

Upcoming posts 📖

Romanticizing gym class

Downtown girl aesthetic guide (rq)

Thanks for reading!! 🩷

Have a great day pretty girl, stay safe and drink tons of water!!

-Lacey~♡

#aesthetic #girlblogger #real #:3 #just girly things #sillyposting #becoming that girl #it girl #it girl mentality #girl blogger #dream girl #girlhood #girlblogging #this is what makes us girls #this is a girlblog #girly advice #coquette #hell is a teenage girl #hyper feminine #female hysteria #pink academia princess #pink aesthetic #pinkcore #pinterest #manic pixie dream girl #femcel #girly blog #princess blog #self help #self care

[stardustshimmer]

🖊 Meladee, and Somnia!

Ah yes, the two fan favorites.

Now's my chance to really write.

*cracks knuckles and rubs hands together*

Okie dokie, here we go...

(Angst warning, ESPECIALLY for Queen Somnia’s section)

Meladee: Father-Daughter Talk

I feel like I'm always talking about how close Mel is with Dedede. But what about her other dad? How does Meta Knight spend time with her?

Meta Knight is not just a father to Mel, but a mentor, just like he is to Kirby. He'll take her to all sorts of places around Dream Land every now and then to have some one-on-one time with her, usually early in the morning, when the two can catch the sunrise.

They'd sit for about an hour, maybe even two. They'd meditate, or Meta Knight would tell her stories about his past adventures (Note: Meladee wouldn't be born until during the events of Triple Deluxe while Dedede was kidnapped. I made it this way so that Meta Knight had a reason not to show up in the game, lol).

Once, they sat themselves down on top of Meta's favorite perching spot; on a cliff that stood a little high above their cozy little town.

When Meta Knight told her about how he teamed up with his crew to overthrow Dedede and take over Dream Land, Mel looked at him with the saddest puppy eyes.

She asked, "Why would you do that, Dad?"

"...Because back then, I didn't realize how much of a fool I was for trying to change something that didn't NEED any change," Meta told her. "Dream Land is perfect as it is, Meladee. If I would have been successful in my rampage..."

Here, Meta was holding back tears. "...our lives would be so much different... So much... worse..."

Mel would notice he was crying under the mask. She ALWAYS notices.

"It's ok, Dad..." she reassured him. "That was a long, long, long time ago. We're fine now. You don't have to worry about all that anymore..."

Mel leaned her head into her father and rested it there.

In response, Meta wrapped his wing around her like a blanket.

The two fell asleep shortly after.

-

-

Queen Somnia: Love Letters

If there's one holiday the Queen of the Cloud Kingdom adored the most, it was Valentine's Day.

Kracko had always noticed how... fluttery she got during the month of February. Humming to herself, spending extra time in her vanity room dolling herself up, baking sweets. Heck, her hair even started turning from light purple to light pink!

But one thing that stood out to Kracko the most was how Somnia always kept stationery near her bedside for the whole month.

Each night before going to sleep, the Queen would write short, sweet messages on little sheets of paper in her favorite glittery purple pen. She sealed each envelope she put the letters in with a heart sticker and a gentle kiss.

She’d then step out onto her balcony, form a small cloud, place the letter inside, and push the cloud outward into the night sky to travel to its destination: Ripple Star.

- ⭐️ - ⭐️ -

As Queen Ripple went about her daily activities, she’d always be happy to see a small cloud traveling towards her location, for that meant she had a new letter. After opening it and reading it, she’d swoon to herself. She’d read it once more, then again. Later on, she’d write one of her own in response, then assign her loyal fairy, Ribbon, the task of delivering it to the Cloud Kingdom.

- ⭐️ - ⭐️ -

Later that evening, Somnia would hear a polite tapping on her balcony door, opening it to come face to face with Ribbon, who handed the letter to the Queen with her heart full of pure happiness.

After exchanging goodbyes with the fairy, Somnia would swoon reading the letter she had received in return.

Her and Ripple would do this for the entirety of February, but it was only on the 14th when they would meet up in person.

…Except this tradition of theirs would soon be cut short.

- ⭐️ - ⭐️ -

Following the chandelier incident, Queen Ripple didn’t know what to do with herself the moment Valentines Day came about. It was supposed to be their special day, and they couldn’t even spend it together anymore.

Instead, Ripple spent that day locked in her bedroom, writing and writing and writing letters. She sobbed hard, letting all her tears fall onto the paper as she poured her feelings into each stroke of her pen.

I love you, I miss you, I love you, I miss you…

She wrote it over and over and over on each slip of paper, sealed each one in an envelope, and stuck them in a bouquet of Somnia’s favorite flowers.

At night, Ripple made her way to the roof of her castle and sat down with the flower bouquet, cradling it gently in her arms. She gazed up at the twinkling stars above her, reminded of that special woman whom she would hold in her heart always…

…and forever.

#kirby #kirby ocs #my ocs #stardustshimmer’s meladee #stardustshimmer’s queen somnia #stardust's mystical mailbox

[jwinsorart]

Day 27: good as gold. Liquid, shiny, gold pen is so juicy and silky smooth to write with on this paper. Any VPR fans out there thinking of Scheana with this prompt? 😆

🖊 @uniballco Signo Broad Gold

📜 @legionpaper Yupo medium

#calligraphy #handwriting #satisfying #cursive #lettering #moderncalligraphy #gel pen #gelpens

[tsp-narrator-ask]

Stanley what are you doing? May I see? Now what could you possibly be doing with a pen and paper?

[drawing]

“Drawing? My well I wasn’t expecting that. I thought you where only good for pressing buttons!… Stanley is this a challenge? Are you challenging me to a drawing contest?”

[no not at all-]

“Well then behold my grand masterpiece- well it is just an “in progress” but it’s a masterpiece in the making, I call it “427”

[you drew me?]

“Now don’t flatter yourself Stanley your the subject of my drawing because I have no one else to draw.”

Signed the narrator 🖊

#the stanley parable narrator #your narrator #tsp narrator #tspud #tspud rp #ask the narrator #tspud fanart #Stanley parable #the Stanley parable #stanley parable fanart

[kikikokonihongo]

☁（ゴージャスっす✧）🌤☁✈ 🌼❤(っ•ᴗ•c)•ω•๑)ノ【ぬ】🌼

Learn to write some of our favourite hiragana! We'll guide you through every loop ➰

-📚ー

✍𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐀!!【なにぬねの】 第５課 | (書き方/筆順)

-💬ー

(๑・ω・) ✏️ 📋[◜▿◝]🗒️🖊(・ω・๑⁠) Even in the futuristic Reiwa era, you can't forget pens and paper!

Even though all learning takes time, handwriting as kinaesthetic learning can help make your language learning journey a bit more effective than with a screen alone!

#langblr #kiki #koko #japanese language #language learning #japanese #learn japanese #language #languages #language ref #learnjapanese #japan #hiragana stroke order

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Hi! If you still want to do the writer asks: 📓📔🖊

Omg yes! Thank you for asking!

📓 What was the last sentence you wrote?

Even now, as he could feel Christine's hand clasping his so earnestly, the agony of those recollections, almost forgotten, struck him with a suffocating force and he felt acid rising within him, cutting--sudden and unbidden--through the soft feelings which her grief had conjured in him; like lemon juice curdling cream.

(Nice chunky little cutting from When the Longing Returns, Ch. 6 there :3)

📒 Do you have any favorite characters to write?

Obviously I love Erik and Christine, but honestly Raoul and Meg are so much fun! I love writing them as Very Worried Victorian People. Raoul is fun because his field of vision is so narrow. So far he's just being completely duped by Christine and I enjoy that immensely. Meg is fun because I know she's going to be down for whatever choices Christine makes, and even reinforce those choices. I see her reading lots of Gothic novels so the ideas she gets in her head, and her general nosy curiosity make her very fun and dynamic to work with.

🖊 What do you write with? (Computer, paper, etc.)

I use the Samsung Notes on my phone. Long long ago in the Quizilla anime fic days I used to carry a notebook everywhere with me and I'd have a pen sticking out of my hair. I would then transcribe it in Word.

I like to write where I feel cozy, so that's mostly in bed laying down, or in my car in a Starbucks parking lot, so my phone is the best option. Once the chapter is done I'll plug it into Word and do the touch ups. I like to use the Read Aloud function to catch typos.

#ask game #writer asks #fanfic writing #writing #when the longing returns #poto fanfiction

[mysticscorpia]

Hello again! For the writing asks: 🖊🗓📓

Hello my friend!! ^^

🖊️ - What do you write with?

Oooo, well, I mostly write with my computer now, as Google docs kept crashing on my phone, and I knew I actually needed to practice proper keyboard techniques on a computer!

On the odd occasion I'll jot stuff down on paper (such as when I go to my writing club,!) because I still want to be used to writing down things. You feel less comfortable otherwise!

(plus, it's more fun when you're feverishly writing with a fountain pen pretending you're a certain OG) 😂

🗓️ - How long have you been writing?

At the end of this academic year, it will be seven years writing! Damn, I feel old. 😂 And yet, no full manuscript in sight. Wow.

📓 - The last sentence you wrote

"My feet hit the ground one last time before I spin, with the world shimmering, disappearing behind me.  "

Aaa, you caught me sending this piece for my writer's group, coincidentally!

Thanks for the ask! I hope you're doing well too! ^^ 💕

#Enigma answers #Writing game #Ask game #Emoji game

[thegrimalldis]

🖊 Chris has bad penmanship. While not complete Chicken scratch, it's just not very pleasing to the eye. The letters are too lopsided and crammed together.

Growing up, he always got critiqued about it, mostly by Helena and teachers, and as an adult, he gets embarrassed when it comes to writing people birthday cards or writing things in public. He always thinks people are judging his writing.

At some point in his childhood, Max got him a little stationery with cute matching pens and lined paper as a way to encourage him to practice his letters. Max promised to help Chris every week and then forgot after the second week.

😭😭😭😭 why do I feel like this is so true??!! Ayanna, you are making me cry!!! 🥺

#grimalldiask

[nathanyel7]

Tune in today at 6pm est The Main IUIC Sabbath Class with #BishopNathanyel! Todays topic “Pray And Plan for What’s To Come” bishop will shed light on matters on the horizon that we must prepare for in the near future! Class will be streaming live for free on #Youtube, #Facebook, #IUICTV and #Twitch! #HappySabbath #Pens #Paper #Notes 🖊 📝  💻

[iuicmontreal]

Tune in today for the 3pm est Class hosted by Bishop Kani! Todays topic “Christ The Peacemaker, 1 God, 1 Nation, 12 Tribes” will be showing how Christ will unite the most divided nation on the earth!Class will be streaming live for free on #Youtube, #Facebook, #IUICTV and #Twitch! #HappySabbath #Pens #Paper #Notes 🖊 📝 💻

[sithhusbandspice]

Minors + pr*shippers will be hardblocked !

═✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿═

Welcome to my spicy/ns.ft side blog !

This is mainly a place for me to thirst after my f/os !

I'll mostly post imagines, some spicy doodles and the occasional thirst post lol

Full F/O list from my sfw self ship blog !

═✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿═

Pls don't reblog unless you're a ns.ft self ship blog

═✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿═

♡ F/O Tags ♡

F/O tags will be formatted as 《 emoji — 『 f/o name 』 》 !

D.an T.orrance 🪔

L.uke Sk.ywalker 🌠

D.in Dj.arin 🌌

G.uzma ☠️

M.ammon 💳

D.abi 🔥 + H.awks 🪶

S.higaraki ⚫

P.resent m.ic 📣

E.raser.head 😪

I.chimatsu 💜

B.eetle.juice 🪲

♡ General Tags ♡

Daydreams 💭 (imagines)

Jasper.txt 💬 (talking tag)

Pen to paper 🖊 (art tag)

ns.ft 🌶🔥 (very risqué art/posts)

suggestive 💓 (milder art/posts)

═✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿═

#self ship nsft #nsft selfship #minors dni #nsft self ship blog #nsft selfship blog #nsft self shipping #selfship nsft blog #jasper.txt 💬

[deathinfeathers]

🖊 o o ps ( I slipped and sent this)

All these years on desk duty must have eroded her superior sense of situational awareness.

The needle tip of her well worn stylograph glides in leisurely lines and loops across her mandatory end-of-week report, entirely unaware of any looming danger until she's got the infernal behemoth wrapped around her like a predacious python.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of my office you audacious parasite! Before i--"

The vice-like grasp the woman has on her dominant hand—the one still hovering above the half-finished report, gives her pause. She endeavors to drop her pen, but those vicious claws of hers are wound about her is such a way that it is entirely impossible for the rattled lieutenant to loosen her grasp on the implement.

What is this? Her way of asking to intern at the snooze factory? Well. She's going to have to take that up with somebody higher on the echelon. A jerk of her arm in a valiant attempt to shake the wretched wench off.

"--let go of me!"

The panic does not begin to set in until the tapered crest of her stylus leaves the paper and is suspiciously angled towards her person, inching closer and closer still in spite of her struggling. Instinct tells her to call for Adam. If anybody has any type of sway over this unhinged bitch, it's him--but of course she'd urged him to clock out early for the sake of his aching wings.

When the stained tip makes contact with her skin just below her clavicle and burrows past the yielding layers of meager fat reserves, muscle and cartilage the stark medley of ink and blood all but squirts out of the freshly formed orifice.

"RAAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!!!!"

#Goose hiss 0>:(

[jwinsorart]

Day 19: declutter. The perfect word for me today. I have been gone a few days because I've been spring cleaning like a mad woman. My arms and wrists are actually a bit sore today so I thought I would take the time to do something less vigorous- calligraphy. Yay! Also, tried a different paper but I think I love my Marker XL paper more for these particular markers. The Brushmarker Pro puddled too much on top of the surface instead of absorbing in.

🖊 @karinmarkers DecoBrush Pigment Marker and Brushmarker Pro Grey

@tombowusa Mono Drawing Pen

@sakuraofamerica White Gel Pen

📜 @cansonusa Pro Layout Marker

#lettering #calligraphy #cursive #handwriting #satisfying #paint markers #brush marker

[wenzablogofficiel]

Salut à tous ,

Je suis une artiste et sur mon Tumblr je partage ma passion pour l'écriture sous toutes ses formes. Poésie, prose, réflexions... Vous trouverez ici un florilège de mes pensées couchées sur le papier virtuel. Rejoignez-moi pour un voyage au cœur de l'écriture, où chaque ligne est une invitation à explorer les méandres de l'âme humaine.

☆☆☆

Hi everybody,

I am an artist, and on my Tumblr, I share my passion for writing in all its forms. Poetry, prose, reflections... Here you will find a collection of my thoughts penned on virtual paper. Join me on a journey to the heart of writing, where each line is an invitation to explore the depths of the human soul.

#Wenza 🖊

#ecrit #ecriture #pesie #Spotify