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#a bright life
vxmorpheus · 11 months
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surprise
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My students’ adventures in trying to spell “tragedy” for their Romeo and Juliet quiz.
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crabsnpersimmons · 3 months
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It has come to my attention that I haven't drawn sun and moon as chibis yet
I have rectified the situation:
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all is right with the world
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ethosiab · 3 months
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Divorce or something
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dxdfish · 4 months
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>:]]]]
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stiffyck · 5 months
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Doodle
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periwinklemoonlight · 5 months
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see how i circle, imaginary mind, imaginary lines
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crybaby-bkg · 5 months
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“I’m terrified of trying those hitachi wands,” you offhandedly mention one night in a quiet laugh, while laying in bed beside Bakugou. you’re both on your phones, one last scroll before bed, even though he’s actually playing one of those old people games. he looks over, hair pushed back by a clip he stole from you.
“Why would you be scared?” he asks you, completes the last two moves of the game before he closes his phone and sets it on the table beside the bed. he turns all of his attention on you then, rolling over to his side to face you, and you do the same.
“Because those things are damn near weapons with how they render people useless for like, twenty minutes after they cum.” you snicker, thinking back on the video you had seen earlier in the day. the lady damn near ruined her phone with the wetness, and could hardly move for a good minute after.
Bakugou only stares at you, doesn’t say anything for a long while, but he has this look on his face. he’s thinking about something, but doesn’t open his mouth until he’s whispering,
“That’s crazy,” he kisses your forehead and mumbles an I love you before he rolls over and pulls the covers to his head. you only blink in confusion before you chalk it up to him being the shy little prude he’s always been, and lay down yourself.
the conversation goes forgotten as the weeks pass on, something you don’t dwell on much afterwards. but obviously, it hasn’t passed Bakugou’s mind at all.
“I got it in pink.” he tells you one night after he’s wined and dined you. that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, but what was weird was how jittery he had been the entire time. this was why, surely, when he leads you to the bedroom and opens a neat little box with one of those wands you had completely forgotten about sitting prettily in front of you.
“Katsuki!” you laugh, hands covering your mouth before they cover your eyes in a mix of shame and shyness. “Why do you wanna see me laid out and twitching after using that thing?” you softly punch his shoulder, looking between his reddened cheeks and the wand he holds in front of you like an engagement ring.
“It’ll be hot.” he shrugs, mouth twisting this way and that in uncertainty, before he looks at you from under his lashes. “Wanna try it out?”
“Of course I do.” you answer back just as quickly, stripping from your clothes even quicker. it makes Bakugou laugh, taking his shirt off and his pants too, just to be safe in case you become a slash zone.
he tries it first with him sitting between your legs, just holding the wand there. he looks between your legs and then to your eyes, starting on a low setting and watches how you twist and thrive in the silken sheets. and when you cum, he thinks he can push you a little further.
he ups the vibrations, adds two of his fingers inside of you, crooking them until he finds that soft spot inside of you that makes you absolutely sob. you squirt all over him and he wonders if he should take his boxers off too (he doesn’t though; the thought of finding them tomorrow stained in you makes him damn near burst in his pants).
the next position is in front of your mirror on the closet, with your legs spread over his. Bakugou hooks his chin over your shoulder, holds your twitching thighs open as he keeps turning the vibrations up to the highest settings. you’re squirming and whining and whimpering for mercy, even though you cry even more whenever he stops.
the next time and the next time and the next, he’s got more fingers inside of you, his cock, another one of your favorite toys. he sets you in doggy style, even though he doesn’t fuck you, but keeps the wand between your legs. he likes the way your entire body shakes beneath him, collapsing, trapped between his weight and the strong vibrations that send you into another dimension.
the next day, you can barely feel between your legs, shaky and unstable for the whole day. but Bakugou makes up for it; he always does.
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deadpoets · 16 days
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SOLDIER, POET, KING by The Oh Hellos
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intotheelliwoods · 7 months
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Just some sleepy fellas...
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ehrenenglish · 9 months
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Three of my recent cephalopod paintings, in order of creation. Nautilus on blank skateboard, Kraken on wood panel, Japanese Firefly Squid on blank skateboard.
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vxmorpheus · 2 years
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owo what's this
Simon walked into his office, slamming the door behind him and locking it. God damn it, you idiot! Of course, they wouldn’t take me back! Why would I ever think that? I should go and-, Simon closed his eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed a lab coat from his old wooden wardrobe, and put it on while letting his breath out. Calm, Simon, calm… everything is fine. It’s ok that they don’t want to be with me. It’s their choice. I don’t control what they do and that’s ok. Silence filled the room for some time while Glass tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to hurt them again, or anybody honestly. He wanted to be calm, collected, and level-headed, but seeing them threw him for a loop. They looked so different… better than they were with him. 
He wallowed in his own self-pity for… he doesn’t know how long, but there was a knock on his door that made him jump. He didn’t have anyone scheduled to visit today, he specifically made sure that he had the day off to settle in and relax. The person knocked again, irritating him slightly, maybe if I pretend I’m not here…
And almost as if the person read his mind, they spoke, “Doctor Simon Glass, I know you are in there. I watched you walk in… Slamming the door was a bit excessive, in my opinion-” Simon opened the door aggressively and looked at the… small… woman in front of him? You were a whole foot shorter than he was, which he enjoyed immensely. But he didn’t recognize who you were… he’d be able to recognize someone like you in an instant. You looked rather unimpressed and bored by the show of aggression, “Ah, you open doors aggressively too? How interesting.” You wrote something down, “I’ve read your personnel file, you seemed more welcoming and warm in there than you are here in person. I have yet to read your incident reports, Dr. Glass, but I have heard many things about you…” You slightly looked up with a tilted head and raised eyebrow, “especially warnings of working with you.”
“Who the hell are you?” He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled quickly, “no, I apologize, that was very rude of me. I can tell that you know me, however… I do not know you. To whom am I speaking?”
“First off, yes, that was rude but I appreciate the apology. Second, stop looking at me like I’m a prize on a shelf,” Glass blinked, his face burning, and he looked away, “third, you can't be that dense, can you? You do not remember me?” You were quiet for a couple of seconds, “well perhaps you were in your ‘not-so-nice’ mode and you simply forget. Though… you didn’t really look at me, you said ‘yes’ and motioned for me to move on. Do you even remember what you said yes to?”
“Ah… er…” Glass avoided looking at you, trying to remember. “Fuck… it was during the mentorship interviews, wasn’t it?”
You laughed, making Glass’ heart flip, “you compliment yourself, Dr. Glass. I don’t think anyone would want mentorship from you once they find out what you have done to earn fearful interactions from other staff. No, you said yes to my question regarding wanting to view you, watch how you interact with people, and what you tend to do.”
“Isn’t that like a mentorship?”
“No, not really… it’s more like… you’re my little experiment,” (to be continued, fanfic in progress)
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like looking in a mirror
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candyje11yfish · 8 months
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day 3 - soulmates💫
red thread of fate!
for @luminoushane 's Lumity Week 2023
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astericias · 2 months
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I've been making moldy looking drawings
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thatsbelievable · 4 months
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