#i drew this at 3 am sue me

[catscidr]

hi helloooo hope ure doing great !! could i pls req childe who constantly flirts with a shy reader who gets super duper flustered by it ???? childe + opposites attract + mutual pining lives rent free in my head >3>

ur in luck bc i AM indeed doing great!! mostly bc i wrote this. like oh GOD i love him he's so boyfriend agshnfga writing this made me giggle and kick my legs. was actually tweaking. im so weak for him sometimes DAMMIT ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, modern/college au, idiot in love x idiot in love, crack if you squint? childe and reader r just silly. only slightly proofread because i was too excited (sue me) includes: fem!reader, childe wc: 1k

It’s not like you didn’t want to be here, stuck between two very rowdy students cheering for their friends, because you were in the bleachers for the same reason anyways; to cheer on your own friend! But you’d prefer doing it without the constant shouts coming from the other students. 

Previously, Tartaglia had insisted (read: begged) that you come watch his soccer matches, even if some were just for practice. I play better when I know you’re in the stands, he said earlier before he left you to your own thoughts, walking away to change into his uniform. It had been maybe half an hour since then and yet you couldn’t shake the conversation from your head, not when he kept meeting your gaze from the soccer field, flashing you a bright smile as he ran for the ball.

Your relationship with the redhead was a confusing one. As one of the popular students, Tartaglia naturally always had his own group of (equally popular) friends around him but, recently, he’s been hanging out with you more often. Saying something along the lines of him needing to take after you to mellow out his loud personality in comparison to your introverted one. You’d argue that it wasn’t necessary, that his energy was one of the things that drew you to him ; and as much as he likes to come up with excuses to hang out with you without you bolting in the opposite direction, you know you’ll always fall for his boyish charm, no matter how shitty his excuse is. 

The sudden sound of shouts pulls you from your thoughts, a surprised yelp leaving your lips. Focusing your attention back on the field you watch as your friend gets engulfed by a group hug, the team cheering loudly- seems like in your daydream he managed to score a goal. The two guys next to you were standing up, cheering for them enthusiastically. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer energy radiating from them, you focus your attention back on Tartaglia. He meets your eyes, his smile widening even further if it were possible, and waves at you energetically. You wave back sheepishly, cheeks flushed. 

✧✧✧ 

“I told you I play better when you’re watching!” Tartaglia says with a teasing grin, lightly pushing your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise, covering it up with a cough as you raise your fist up to your mouth to hide your bashful expression. Whether he noticed the way you stiffened at his touch or not, he does a good job not showing it. “Did a whole hat trick thanks to you. Well, the soccer equivalent of it at least...” he continues sheepishly, mindlessly fiddling with the strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. 

“How does that even work, anyways? Usually, people feel more pressure when there’s a crowd watching them...” you argue quietly, matching his long strides as you walked together along campus to go back to the gym changing rooms. Most people that came to watch the match had already left, however you and Tartaglia had been stuck behind due to him getting stopped by friends and acquaintances. Which worked in your favor since you disliked dealing with large crowds. 

“Eh, I don’t care about other people. All I care about is having your pretty eyes on me,” he says with a wink. 

Your legs stop abruptly, a flush decorating your cheeks, gaze never leaving the floor as you try to get your heart to calm down. How can he say something like that so casually? Is he messing with you because he has ulterior motives or is he- 

“Heyheyhey, you doing alright over there? I didn’t break you, did I?” You hear Tartaglia calling your name, waving his hand in front of your face with a lighthearted chuckle. Pulling yourself out of your frozen state, you look up at the playful expression your friend wore, cheeks puffing out as you find yourself lacking a comeback. He notices your sullen frown and places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair playfully. 

“Oh come on, don’t sulk now!” the redhead whines, “that was tame. You and I both know I’m capable of saying much worse than that,” he declares confidently, deep blue eyes looking down at you with a playful grin. A grin that seemed to never leave his face, much to your displeasure- how were you supposed to pull yourself together when he looked like the human incarnation of the sun? 

“Don’t,” you mumble quietly, picking up the pace with your head hanging low, physically unable to face him anymore. Sure, you didn’t have the biggest group of friends and went out less than most people, but you were convinced he was shamelessly flirting with you. Why else would he be so close to you, relentlessly teasing you like this? Oh god, what if he’s like this with everyone? Maybe this is how he jokes around with his friends... Wait, speaking of Tartaglia, where did he- 

You bump into a hard surface. Opening your eyes, you’re met with a damp soccer tee, glistening muscles and freckled skin. Tilting your head up slowly, you’re met with your crush-friend-classmate-guy looking at you with raised brows and quirked up lips. He places one hand on his hip, observing your beet red face with glee. 

“I didn’t even do anything this time, princess. Everything okay?” the redhead asks with an airy chuckle. Oh god, you thought. Wish I walked into a wall instead. 

“Y-Yeah. Uh huh. Everything’s just peachy,” you respond with a thumbs up, the corners of your lips curling up into what you thought was a reassuring smile but seemed more like a nervous grimace to the soccer player. He didn’t buy your excuse. Instead of leaving it as it is, Tartaglia brings a hand up to his chin and looks up, dramatically faking a thought process. 

“Hmm... I wonder what you could have been so distracted by? Was it my arms? My charms? Or was it-” 

“Your body odor. You reek of sweat, go shower,” you squeak out, face burning as you scurry away from the source of your (delicious) torment, your heart running a marathon beneath your ribcage all the while Tartaglia laughs loudly in the hallway, speedwalking to catch up to you.

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup! #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #childe x fem!reader #childe x afab reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #tartaglia x afab reader #linked the definition to what a hat trick is bc idk if everyone knows what that is sgfngnfs

[the-iceni-bitch]

Goin’ About 99

Kinkmas Day 3: Road Head

Relationship: conman!Ari Levinson x fence!fem reader (mustang and cherry, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Annoying Ari is always fun…

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, semi-public sex, spitting, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex and choking, mentions of rough sex, mentions of female masturbation), teasing, established relationship, implied criminal doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: they’re so sassy and fun!!! Ugh, love them and their love/hate relationship and how fun their kids are gonna be.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

“God, these rich assholes really do go all out for the holidays, don’t they?” You snorted softly when Ari pulled the mustang over, looking at all the extravagant lights before scooting closer to him and resting your chin on his shoulder. “We here to make out?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes at you when you brushed your lips over his jaw, shrugging you off and shaking his head at your pout while he gave you a wry smirk. “I’m here to do recon on my mark, behave yourself.”

“You are so fucking bitchy when you’re working, oh my god.” You sat back in your seat and propped your feet on the dashboard, ignoring his scoff and fiddling with the hem of your skirt while you pouted. “Why the fuck did you bring me if we’re not going to do anything?”

“Because you whined like a damn brat about spending Christmas Eve by yourself and I didn’t feel like dealing with you mouthing off when I got home.” He grunted when you reached over to run your fingers through his hair, bringing up the binoculars when he saw movement in front of the old broad’s house and trying to ignore the way you tugged on his locks. “Plus you look cute in your little cardigan and skirt, sue me.”

“If I look so cute, why are you staring at the ancient bitch you’re gonna fuck in a few weeks?” You gave his hair a good yank before withdrawing your touch, whining softly and wiggling in your seat when he still didn’t turn his full attention to you. “What can she possibly have that would make that old, dried up pussy worth it?”

“Jesus Christ, you know I don’t fuck them, just make them think I’m going to, quit being a jealous cunt.” He growled when you started trailing your fingers over his bicep, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing just how hard your attitude and soft touches were making him. “And she has an original Monet, I’d say that’s worth it.”

“I think you just have a thing for saggy tits, but an original Monet would be impressive.” You grinned when he squirmed at you teasing your fingertips under his collar, turning so you could place your other hand on his thigh while he still pretended to ignore you. “If your info is right and it’s not another fake.”

“That’s why I’m doing the recon.” He shot you a sideways look when he set the binoculars aside, putting the car into gear and pulling out when he saw the town car leaving the house. “Now shut the fuck up and let me focus.”

“Oh, you want me to shut up?” You purred and scooted even closer to him, nuzzling at his shoulder while the car started moving while your hand rubbed along his thigh. “You know I can’t stop talking unless I have something else to do with my mouth, so…”

“Jesus… shit!” Ari almost stripped the gears when he practically over shifted when your hand was suddenly squeezing his bulge, your tongue and lips brushing along the side of his neck and making the car feel even warmer. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Keeping myself occupied.” You hummed softly as you started to undo his fly, kissing your way down his arm before ducking under it while you drew his thick cock out of his pants and gave him a firm stroke. “Now focus on your job, mustang.”

Ari hissed when you spat on his tip before you started kissing it messily, his knuckles getting white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel while a flush started creeping up his body. Your mouth was like fucking heaven, he wasn’t even inside it yet and he was already leaking like a damn faucet , he could feel it dripping down his balls. He should honestly be pissed that no matter how much he acted like you annoyed the shit out of him, he was basically wrapped around your little finger. Why else would he have brought you with him when he knew you were gonna drive him fucking insane with your flirty little attitude?

The wretched sound he made when you finally wrapped your lips around his spongy head sent a shiver through your whole body, your thighs clenching together when you drew them up onto the bench seat as you stretched so you could be as close to sprawled over his lap. Your jaw was already aching even though you weren’t even taking half of him yet, the low humming noises you let out every time you drew him deeper making his cock jump against your tongue. He tasted so fucking good, having him in your mouth might have been your favorite thing, except for when he bent you in half and wrapped his hand around your throat while he called you a bitch as he fucked you through the floor.

“Motherfuck!” The car swerved dangerously when you finally deepthroated him at the same time you squeezed his balls, Ari growling at the assholes who decided to honk at him when he almost crashed even as his hips subtly rocked into your face as his core drew tighter. “Woman, you’re gonna kill the both of us, Christ.”

All you could do was hum your agreement, squeaking around his dick when he reached over to yank your skirt up then slap your ass while you kept fucking your face on his cock. It was easy to tell he was close by the way he was throbbing in your mouth, your tongue running all over his shaft and head greedily while you increased the speed of your bobbing before burying your nose in the coarse hair at his base.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” Ari was grateful for the red light when he started to cum, grabbing the back of your head and forcing himself down your throat fully so he could feed you every single drop of his cum as he groaned hoarsely. “Shit, Cherry, don’t fucking move.

“Why?” You gulped down air when you let him slide out of your mouth and rested your cheek on his thigh, giving him a sloppy grin after you tucked him back in. “What’s up?”

“There’s a fucking cop right next to us, little girl, I’m serious.” He growled when you made like you were going to sit up and wave at the pig, patting your cheek when you settled and turned onto your back then starting to unbutton your cardigan and blouse. “Now, keep your head in my lap and play with your pussy while I keep following this old bitch, and I’ll do that thing you love where I just bounce you on my dick when we get home.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinkmas 2022 #poison paradise #mustang and cherry #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[loopscereal]

You said to send you screenshots to redraw, so... Maybe one of these two? Personally my favorite of your redesigns have been for Owynn's gang and the twins (and Deuz but I didn't like any particular screenshot for him).

It's also okay if you don't want to, no pressure fjrvdjdvdjevakavqj

a month + 1 day late but HAHAHAH REDRAWWW

okiii sorry this took a goddamn month and sorry for no shading but i AM doing this for funa nd for free but i never forgot , i never forgot multi i promise, i even let my brogram record a timelapse thingy if you want it. 1) yes u redesigned town from the last time i drews him what about it??? (i also redesigned eak but i never did a digital drawing of his previous default ass ) anyways i was itching to make them both more. more ours i guess? Towns black now cause i want to and also lions are african animals and thats enough to convince me lmao. idk its fun, sue me. we dont uhhhh we dont suuuuper tie where the animal is from tot heir race, but sometimes we do and it works out nicely uhhh

2) multi, or anyone seeing this ig, if ya want zoom'in just tell me and ill reblog this with zoom ins n shit. yeah. 3) I REALIZED I FORGOT TOWNS FUCKING FRECKLES. iiii im iffy on adding freckles to him, they did look cute but im worried itll make his face too busy. eaks face is so busy and i do not need another. also busy-ness is why i didnt doshadeing. i tried, i really did try to ger some quick flat shading in, but it looked too busy and just a mess i couldnt do it kjerhblol lmao. 4)uhhhh feel free to ask questions ig. IF ANYONE ELSE ANTS TO REQUEST REDRAW REQUESTS FEEL SO FREE I LOVE DOING REDRAWS. also im totally gonna do the pup and chica one too dont you even worry about it

anyways tysm for the ask and request :) have a good dayyyy love ya fnafhsblr lmao

#fnafhs #fnafhs eak #fnafhs cami #fnafhs town #fhs cami #fhs town #fhs eak #fhs #does this count as a holidays gift..? #feliz navidad ig ig ig #ask #fnafhs fanart #fhs z3ro #fhs z3r0 #fnafhs z3r0 #fnafhs zero #fhs zero #uhhhhhhhhhhh #idk dawg #our au #cami #eak #town

[dootiexcupcake]

I am having the WORST brain rot of this man rn so plz bare with me WALK WITH ME *gestures like a car salesman*

His &routine video really sealed the deal for me cuz the Pokémon obsession RLY shined through and I loved it. I love that so much

My brain is currently filled with soft and (barely) hard thoughts

Soft thought is just…he seems very huggable and cuddle-able. He is 100% the type to rest his chin on top of your head while he holds you close!

Another soft thought that is eating away at me is the loving looks/glances he gives you throughout the day. *insert scenario of you guys chilling on the couch and you both randomly look at each other and Fuma just gives you the sweetest smile with love filled eyes and your heart just goes: &3&3&2&/&;’beje!!!*

ALSO!! I can see Fuma being pretty straightforward with how he feels so he’ll just say things like “I really wanna kiss you.” Or “I like the way you look in that” etc etc etc. Even before y’all got together he made his feelings towards you VERY clear and tbh…that’s what drew you in (I know it would draw me in 👀)

And now the hard thoughts 💭

Ok so tbh my hard thoughts have been more frequent than the soft ones SUE ME

Fuma definitely squeezes ur thighs when you guys are making out. ESPECIALLY when you’re in his lap.

My boy has a reeeall bad case of wondering hands so don’t be too shocked when it ends up on other parts of your body

Y’all got a make out playlist 😐

Now don’t go imagining being on top of Fuma and his hands slide up from your thighs to your waist and he pulls you in closer! Do NOT think about his big hands cupping the back of your neck. And don’t y’all DARE think about breaking away from the kiss to leave bruises and marks on his pretty neck and you feel his pulse pick up!

Jus don’t do it.

….I love Fuma.

Main m.list | &TEAM m.list

#andteam #&team #&team fuma #&team imagine #&team x reader #&team fuma x reader #&team x poc!reader #needa get that tag started NOW #&team x gn reader #&team x fem reader #&team fluff #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #&team soft hours #&team soft thoughts

[inherstars]

So I've been on a Gears of War kick lately (obvs).

I played the games when they first started coming out in 2005 (I heard someone refer to them as "old school" and holy fuck, shut up), played through 1-3, and tried to play Judgement, but couldn't get into it. I haven't touched 4-5 at all.

I also read a couple of the books written about the universe by Karen Traviss, because that was really what drew me into the franchise. I'm not really a FPS shooter girl (although these are technically over-the-shoulder shooters), and I failed miserably at multi-player, but the campaign and gameplay were actually fun and engaging, and the world-building was absolutely brilliant. Just a super well-constructed universe, especially if you have any love for urban decay. It's funny how bad the graphics are in the first and second game, re-watching playthroughs.

Anyhow, GoW is probably a very "dude bro" type game on the surface, and that's definitely who got into it the most, but on a rewatch of the games I am absolutely jarred by how completely fucked up the protagonist, Marcus Fenix, must actually be. Like, all of the soldiers in the universe have seen and done some shit, but this goes well beyond "soldier tough guy".

His mother dies. He watches his father die after deserting duty to save him (and goes to prison for abandoning his post.) He watches his best childhood friend die, and becomes the unofficial guardian and protector of his dead-best-friend's little brother. He lives through the death of said little brother's children (of whom he was probably Godfather.) He sees one of his good friends commit suicide directly in front of him, with the weapon he literally just handed him. He helps the little brother euthanize his wife after finding her in a vegetative state. He also lives through the little brother dying in a suicide mission to save him. He realizes his father is alive, and watches him die A SECOND TIME.

And that's not covering decades of blowing up other living creatures and watching various other soldiers and friends die horribly.

The games cover most of these events, but they sort of gloss over them a bit. (Although Dom saying goodbye to his wife before he kills her was A LOT to rewatch.) Karen Traviss was a hell of a writer, even if I fucking hated her Mary Sue self-insert character SO FUCKING MUCH, and she took the whole story and ran with it, writing in a LOT of back story.

But holy shit. This dude was SO FUCKED UP. Like, although I haven't played them, I know he eventually marries Anya and has a son with her... AND THEN SHE FUCKING DIES, and he becomes estranged from his son.

How does nothing good ever happen to him? He's had like 15 minutes of happiness stretched across his entire lifetime, in little drips and drabs, and the rest has just been one horrifying atrocity after another.

Which is why, on the surface, it's so interesting to see Marcus Fenix presented to the average 20-something male gamer as "Oh yeah, such a badass," when -- after you dig into it -- it's like. My dude. No. He needs therapy and a hug. This is the most broken human being you've ever met. Don't glorify that.

#gears of war #character blathering #marcus fenix

[twoeyedshockwave-lol]

Holy cow, it's my birthday today! Here's some art progression throughout the years :] ( warning: the first part SUCKS!)

Gimko was my first oc I've ever made, she was part of the undertale Fandom, then came Ashley her sister (both Mary sues btw)

Then came along esmerelda which is my most ambitious character I've made so far and still cherish, she's for the starwars Fandom. And I re drew her on the bottom. And then the last one Ohi, my decepticon oc who's also one of the most ambitious characters I've made.

I'm so glad I stuck to drawing and creating art! Thanks for supporting me btw, I used to get bullied a lot for drawing but here I am now expressing myself here ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ

#omg #birthday #june 27 #yay #oc artist #oc art #progression #im proud of my art now and pushing through the criticism and not quiting! #thanks tumblr

[angelduffhazbin]

My Critics about Hazbin Hotel

I'm actually not a fan of cartoons and senseless violence. But Hazbin Hotel was thrown into my timeline with the song “Addict”. The first thing that caught my eye was the color combinations, which I found absolutely unique about this animation style. I also liked the Angeldust twist. On the one hand the super erotic stripper, on the other hand the victim of his pimp. This made me want to look at the plot. And what should I say? I fell in love with the characters. I particularly liked Alastor. Since the series didn't continue for a long time, I watched Helluva Boss and also thought this series was good. 1. From SA to an Rapefetisch(?): The series is criticized for sexualizing Valentino's abusive behavior and the fact that he rapes Angeldust or has him raped. I must say. I am rather ambivalent about this criticism. I remind you again of “Addict”. Angeldust is seen dancing erotically on a pole, while sequences are shown in which he is seen suffering in his bed and Cherry comes to comfort him. You see Valentino force a kiss on him at the end and drive away with him. Basically it doesn't matter whether Raph or Ralph (?) drew a rape comic, which Vivziepop used for her series. Because what happens in episode four is nothing like what happens in "Addict." This interplay of relationship-eroticism and abuse-rape can also be found in the voice messages that Valentino sends Angel. In this way, Valentino continues to bind Angel to him, even without a contract. On the other hand, I can understand that fans are still upset by this. I mean, there is sexual tension between Valentino and Angel Dust. The way Valentino blows the smoke in Angel's face or the way Angel dances on the chains... Then you see them in bed together. Between the scenes in which you see Angel suffering, you also see scenes that could ensure that Val's behavior could be put in a positive light. Maybe Viv should pay a little more attention to this in her production. 2. The old Cast is gone: What made me very sad was that the old voices of our favorite characters weren't used at all. As far as I know, it was because of an argument between Vivziepop and Ashley. Erin, a Spindlehorse team member, revealed a WhatsApp history by messaging Ashley about her mental health during production and Vivziepop seemingly saw it as an attack. Others say Vivziepop learned something unpleasant about Ashley and gossiped about it to others. Whatever it was, the voice actors were dragged into the dispute and fired, among other things, because they were friends with Ashley. I don't know if that's true now. If so, then Viv has a nice place in hell. In any case, I'm a little sad for the old voice actors because I find it unusual to hear the characters now have different voices. I wish Viv had kept the old team. 3. The Main-Characters seem to be Mary Sues: The headline is a little exaggerated. But I had to roll my eyes at some points. Husker is said to have been an overlord. Why? How important is it to the plot that Husk was an overlord? So that he is particularly strong? I liked him as a player who gambled away his soul to Alastor. It hardly makes any sense since we were told by Vaggie in the prologue that Alastor has already killed overlords. So why spare Husk? A fan theory has come true. Vaggie is an angel. *Head greets tabletop* If she knows about Alastor and what he did, I'm guessing she'll be in hell for longer than 10 years. If not, it doesn't matter. She speaks Spanish, likes to swear and as background information we know that she was in an abusive relationship with a man. This had such an impact on her that she became a lesbian, because of it. She also takes the people from the hotel to a gun fight and has them fight there... She's definitely an angel. *irony off* To me it would have been more logical if she had killed her violent boyfriend as a human and ended up in hell because of it. But no. She must be an OP angel. I then wonder what Niffty is. Probably God. lol (Part 2)

#hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel

[izzy246girl]

1, 4, 22, 35, 44 OC asks

hiii i got 15 minutes of wifi so i could send you that aru shah art!

What was your first oc ever?

This girl named Mariposa - she was a complete and utter Mary Sue and makes me cringe in retrospect, but I wrote so much about her and drew art for her.

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Hm… Hyacinth Amira Devin, maybe? She’s a minor character in The Other Side, an applyfic on Wattpad, complete and utter sunshine girl over a layer of heavy denial. (I think if Aarav - your oc - ever met her and she mentioned ‘oh yeah I was born of a one-night stand’ that’d give him mental illness)

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?  No, not really.

35. Any sibling characters? YES YES YES Adelaide Eulalie Auclair being the most prominent. She’s fucked up just a tad <3 (Clara’s older sisters, Emmelina and a girl whose name is undecided but I’m considering naming her Florence, haven’t shown up in her oneshot yet but I am excited to write them)

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

Their backstories - I love fucked up lore

#ask

[disarm-you]

Flirting with the Devil

Hey everyone! My pesky W2 job has me swamped. I am behind on a couple requests, so naturally my brain wanted to work on this instead. I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Warnings: smut- MDNI, light marijuana use, porn with feeling, edging, fingering, early relationship. Adding dub con out of an abundance of caution!

Summary: Matt unexpectedly drops by before your first date and one thing leads to another.

1800 words.

I would like to follow these two along and see where their journey takes them but I cannot promise more anytime soon.

Thoughts/feedback/requests/reblogs are all welcome. Story under the cut. <3

Your living room goes fuzzy from standing up too quickly. It seems that you may have smoked too much of your joint while waiting for your edible to kick in. Wishing your vision was clearing faster, you hear the second knock at your door. “Coming!” You yell as you place your paintbrushes down, dry your hands on a towel and walk to the door. Your heart skips a beat and then takes off when you see Matt standing there. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Murdock, come on in.” You welcome him with a flirty tone while trying to slow your heart. Matthew had helped your disabled aunt sue her previous employer for discrimination, amongst felony crimes for other clients. Your paths have crossed several times since your initial visit with him at the law offices of Nelson & Murdock before he finally asked you out on a date. Which just so happened to be tonight. Your heart was racing with anticipation which was cut by a sharp pang of fear. Was Matt dropping by to cancel on your plans? 

“Hey darling.” Matt’s voice interrupts your worries. “We got the first settlement check from Union Allied and I wanted to drop it off.” He says, while reaching into his jacket pocket, producing an envelope. 

“Matt, that’s so kind of you but you didn’t have to make a trip over. I could have easily got it off Karen or from you later tonight!” You reply as relief washed over you when you realized he wasn’t canceling. 

“Please, it’s not a problem. Court let out early and your place is on the way to the office. Besides, tomorrow is the first of the month and I thought you might want to deposit it in time.” He said, placing the envelope in your hand. 

You accept it and ask to take his jacket. “Do you have to get back to the office? Can I make you some tea or coffee? I also have some fresh squeezed lemonade I made this morning.” 

“I always have time for you dear. Lemonade would be perfect before this afternoon’s deposition.” He says while shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. You turn to hang it up and get a few glasses from above the sink but not before noticing Matt cock his head. 

“Is that Kaskade?” He asks. “Yeah, it’s one of his older sets. You like house music!? You exclaim, you don’t often meet people in real life who enjoy your style of music. 

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Matt smiles. “I like music that I can feel, songs that have layers I can get lost in.”

You two chatted about your favorite artists and songs as you poured the drinks. All the while you were buzzing. Not just from the edible that was just kicking in but from the electricity that hummed between you. This man had a pull on you from the moment you saw him. Yes he’s handsome with a devilish grin but he’s also selfless and has a high sense of emotional intelligence. But that doesn’t mean he’s soft in the courtroom, or commanding when he needs to be. He’s a total package, which briefly makes you wonder what could be wrong with him. He’s never been married or had kids, after all. 

That question passed quickly when his laugh drew you back into reality. You notice how close he is standing to you. How his dress shirt sits snug across his chest. You can almost see the fabric straining against his strong pecs. You think of how badly you want to caress him. Your eyes move to his mouth next, while he talks about a show he went to last year. You let yourself ever so slightly fantasize about what it would be like to kiss him,staring at his lips longer than you should,foolishly thinking that just because he wasn’t sighted he wouldn’t notice. 

Except he did notice, you just aren’t aware of his abilities - yet. Matt had picked up on the smell of your joint before he walked into your building. He heard the strokes of your paintbrush as he walked down the hall to your apartment and the drum of your heartbeat sang in his ears when you opened your door to him. He sensed every lingering glance you laid upon him, adding to the growing tension in the room. He could also sense the way your body called to him and it was stirring something within him as well. A feeling that hasn’t been felt for quite some time. His nighttime affairs have been far more nefarious than pleasurable as of late. 

You were trying to calm yourself down but weren’t being successful. The burning in your belly grows each minute, your mind continuing to wander more about what it would feel like being held in his strong arms…having him above you when you sharply inhale and shake your head. You had promised yourself after your last heartbreak that you weren’t going to move too fast again. However the edible you took to help you be creative on canvas has you wanting more. 

Matt sipped his drink, trying to keep his mind off the arousal your body was throwing at him. Swallowing, he says ‘This tastes delicious. I can’t recall the last time I had real lemonade and not the powdered kind we keep at the office.”

‘I’m really glad you like it. I sweetened it with honey instead of sugar.’ You clear your throat and decide that talking should help get your mind out of the gutter. “You know, it’s interesting that we have the same taste in music for a similar reason. I like it because it busies my mind with a beautiful journey and allows me to just paint. Or write. Or draw. Whatever I need at the time. It gives me the space I need to grow as a person.” You say feeling vulnerable as heat rises in your face. Even high, you realized that was an over share. 

Matt smiles and walks toward you, to set his drink down on the counter. He’s only a few inches away from you and your body is on fire with want. “There’s a new show in town next month, come with me. I know we haven’t technically had our first date yet but I would be honored to experience it with you.” You had to stop yourself from squealing at the thought of dancing with Matt all night long, getting lost into both the music and each other. 

“I would love that.’ You reply, heart skipping a beat when he reaches a hand below your chin lifting your chin towards his. He steps into your space, lips hovering just above yours and asks to kiss you. Too enamored with his presence and cologne surrounding you to speak, you nod your head yes. Matt closes the gap, tenderly brushing his lips against yours. 

You can’t see it but Matt is struggling to keep his composure. You caught his interest the moment you sat down across from him and it’s been hard behaving while he was representing your aunt. Now that case was over and he was anticipating your first date after weeks of tension. Your body was wailing at him- flushed skin, increased heart rate and breathing. Hell, you weren’t wearing any panties and your scent was going straight to his head. 

He desperately wanted to give in to desire and take you right then and there but he also knew you were high. And you didn’t know who he really was, yet. He didn’t feel right fucking you until you knew he was DareDevil. The good Catholic boy in him won this round. Mostly. 

Matt continues to kiss you. His lips are soft and warm against yours. You open your lips allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth.  You start massaging his tongue with yours.

Your bodies pressed together in a passionate kiss. It felt so good, being wrapped up in Matt’s arms, making out like horny teenagers. The scent of him was heady and you could feel dampening between your thighs. Before you know it, you were involuntarily rubbing your thighs together, trying to get some relief from the need growing there. 

“I got you pretty girl.” Matt chuckles lightly, quickly catching on to your movements. Leaning in for another kiss, his hands drop from your face moving down towards your shoulders and they gently line your body until he reaches the hem of your sundress. Your breath hitches as he glides his palms up your thighs, bringing your dress with it. 

He rucks it up and over your hips. You instinctively spread your legs for him as he placed his hand between your legs, your heart racing with desire for him. He brings his hand to the top of your mound and he could already feel your wetness. He slowly moves his hand down your slit and stops, teasing at your entrance. 

Gasping, you hook your thigh around his leg, trying to angle yourself so that his fingers slip inside you. But Matt is faster than that and has already brought his fingers up to your clit and was circling it, pleased by the reaction it brought from you. 

You let out a small moan as you clench around nothing. The feeling of him caressing your clit was dizzying, heightened by your high and had you frantically moving your hips in tandem. The intensity of it all was going to make you cum and quickly. You tried to fight it, wanting to enjoy the pleasure longer and just as you were beginning to fall, Matt stopped.

“No-PLEASE!” You practically scream as the high falls backwards. It took everything in you not to beg this man to fuck you. 

Kissing you roughly, he trails down and teases around your hole before bringing his hands back up to your clit. Rubbing at the perfect speed, he quickly brought you back to where you were. 

“Go on, doll, take what you need.” He husked. It was all you needed in order to feel that tight ball in your lower belly let go. You arch your back as you cum, moaning out Matt’s name. 

He stills and presses his forehead to yours as you come down. Gathering what was left of your wits, you lean in to kiss Matt and reach for his belt buckle. 

“I admire the enthusiasm but I have to get back for a deposition. Foggy is already pissed at me for being late this morning.” He says while gently grabbing your wrist to stop you. 

He helps you fix your dress and you watch intently as he licks your taste of his fingers, seeming to savor it. 

“I’ll come by at 7 tonight for dinner.” He whispers, leaning in as he kisses you one last time before walking out the door. 

This man is absolutely going to ruin me. You think, as you hear the door close behind him. 

#matt murdock #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil #smut

[demiurgicjournalist]

Remember Wyatt, that DST fan character I talked about a couple days ago? Well, I drew her some skins!

Ok, so just to give the skinny: The first (top left) is a Sailor Skin, from Les Matelots (1925). Cute as a button, pretty simple. I didn’t give her any special hair because I didn’t think it would fit to have that change (plus, sailor hat and pigtails? Name something cuter).

Next is a Rat King skin (top right) , from the Nutcracker (1892). This one was hard to do, since I didn’t want it to just be a rat in a king outfit costume, but I also didn’t want it to be grotesque (anyone who knows what a Rat King is IRL, you get why I was wary), so I decided to go with multiple rat imagery tidbits: multiple rat tails, and hair loops to mimic multiple sets of ears. More visually unique, and has the whimsy that Wyatt would carry with while wearing these outfits.

Thirdly, the Firebird (1910). (Bottom left) This one was definitely the most complex, and REALLY scaled down from the original piece ( https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/31/L%C3%A9on_Bakst_001.jpg/1200px-L%C3%A9on_Bakst_001.jpg ). But I was really proud of this one, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to blend the more complex clothing with the more simplified (and less saturated) style of DST, but I think I did ok! I am especially proud of her face, with the pink cheeks, and the head piece (I struggle with working with super small detail work and white gel pens. I’m a perfectionist, sue me, lol).

And lastly, Checkmate (1937) (bottom right). It’s a really well known ballet thing, and considered very regal, so I wanted to capture that a bit with the crown headpiece, having Wyatt’s hair down and free, and with a more chilled out background. I argued a lot whether to go with a straightforward regal skin, a chess piece skin, or what have you. I decided to go with the outfit Margaret Barbieri wore for her performance as the Black Queen (https://www.yourobserver.com/sites/default/files/108096_standard.jpeg ), with a couple of tweaks so it wouldn’t be a spitting image, including a longer asymmetrical skirt, no white slashes on the skirt, and a headband that’s shaped like a Queen piece rather than covering the entirety of the top of her head. It’s a bit more elegant, flowy, what I would imagine a Queen ballerina to wear. I admit, it feels more demurred, more toned down and somber than the other skins. But, I felt it would fit Wyatt’s reaction to being ‘victorious’ in this rigged game; somber, depressed, unfulfilled.

#dst #dst oc #dst fanart #ballet #nutcracker #the nutcracker #dst skins

[fandommemequeen]

my 2022.

alright gamerz itz that time of year again 4 Gamerz Yearly Retrospective!!!

so uhh im not gonna sugarcoat it: this year rlly sucked. a lot of stuff went down this year that id rather not go into detail abt here, but its been rough and unfair and sometimes i felt like it was never gonna get better. add onto that skool being mega rough, facing tons of imposter syndrome over my identity, anxiety, World Events, and fricktons of executive dysfunction, and youve got urself a total recipe for disaster.

but amidst all the doom and gloom.. i had better days. i played videogames and arcade games, i hugged the stuffing out of plushies, i anticipated release dates for new videogames, i got my hands on the g3 monster high dolls and relieved my childhood, i still luv siivagunner and wii deleted you and invader zim and deltarune, i got into just shapes & beats, i discovered the tourney community through mashup week: megamix and made some amazing friends, i got into creepypasta and yfm and osu and taiko no tatsujin and arcane and tmk, i got kirby and the forgotten land and splatoon 3 both on launch day and have had SO MUCH FUN with both of them, i luved watching ghost files and puppet history s5 after school and catching new toh and g3 monster high episodes,,

ive also acomplished some milestones too. first time getting an award for one of my cosplays, coming out as arospec [and proceeding to fall in platonic luv with my irl bestie xd], getting a compression top/binder, getting the awesome short emo hair i wanted for months, first time cosplaying at a convention, getting diagnosed with adhd and finally confirming what i had suspected for so long but never outright said due to self-doubt and fear of faking, starting medication, being in counseling/art therapy, trying sodas and monster energy and starbucks frappucchinos with no coffee, and learning to luv being "cringe".

but overall the best thing i did to make it through 2022 was,, just being me. i wrote. i drew. i roleplayed. i cosplayed. i scrolled through social media and chatted with friends far away from me. i read and wrote fanfics. i crafted. i brainstormed. i coded. i listened to music and cranked the volume on my gamer headset with cat ears. i was so very Not Normal about fictional characters. i made new friends and still kept up with old ones. i revisited old fandoms. i vibed in the front yard while listening to music. i checked the mail pretty much every day, secretly hoping one of my pieces of fandom merch would be there. i supported my family through the hard times, and they always supported me. i imagined scenarios and animatics and animation memes while listening to music. i listened to fandom lofi while trudging through overdue assignments. i rocked out to skrillex and monstercat and camellia playing beat saber at 8 in the morning for my virtual p.e. class last year. i learned the absolute beauty of platonic love. i started making unironic mary sues just for the heck of it. i felt so many emotions. i cried of happiness and of sadness. i hugged. i made vent art on my phone. i had complicated feelings. i felt like a faker at times. i was [and still am] learning to overcome climate doomism and death anxiety. i was weird, i was imperfect, i was cringe... but i was so cool for embracing my weirdness, my imperfection, and my cringiness, and i wouldnt have it any other way.

i know i can survive whatever life throws at me. ive got my friends and family by my side, and just being me in the face of.. well, everything, is the strongest thing i can do. im tired of lying down and just taking it. im tired of feeling hopeless. i will fight. i will persist. i will find ways to cope with anxiety and executive dysfunction. and above all, i will continue to love. i will love my family and friends who always have my back, i will love my interests and hobbies, no matter how weird they may seem to others, and i WILL learn to love myself.

after my 2019 retrospective post, i always hesitated a bit to look to the new year with confidence and resilience and hope, in fear of my hopes being crushed and being miserable. now i see that no matter what, lifez gonna be hard sometimes, but i am strong and i will NOT BACK DOWN.

so, for the first time in years, ill say it again. and i rlly, TRULY mean it when i say this:

BRING IT ON, 2023. this scenekid and tourney-obsessed geek can and WILL handle WHATEVER U THROW AT ME!!

#long post #yearly retrospective

[pbandjesse]

I am home again!! And Jess is here! And Sweetp is here and James is here and I am happy. I also have a head ache but I know it's just cause I am tired. That will be fixed soon.

I had a really nice day though. I slept alright last night but I didn't feel great when I woke up. I am starting to suspect I am having an allergic reaction to something at camp. A moisture or dust. So I had a lot of pain in my chest and when I took a deep breath it would cough. Plus the wounds in my mouth still hurt very much and eating in general was not fun. I was glad I got that little protein bar when we went to royal farms last night. It made it feel at least a little better. Because right before I ate I ended up having such a bad pain in my stomach I doubled over. Thankfully it didn't happen again but it was not fun.

I would have a good day though. All my groups were lovely. I took a little walk before my first group and tried to just shake off any weird feelings.

I was running low on cotton for the stuffed bears and texted Charlie asking him to help me out by getting the stuff that was up on Yukon. And he said he would. Him and Cody ended up going up there and getting it and I appreciated them greatly.

All the kids got to make their bears. And the only issue I had was in the pioneer group kids were just absolutely giving up?? There were tears?? And I had to just get very low next to this kid and tell him I wasn't playing and to stop crying because it was just fabric. And I was able to fix his issue. And everyone made a bear and it was great. But man. So many of these kids just have no perseverance and just give up as soon as it's hard. It is sad. But we made it through.

Jess was on her way here and I felt bad that it ended up taking more then 3 hours. But she would come by the end of the day and I was so happy about that.

But while I waited I had lunch. Got a little annoyed when I went to say thank you to the chef about lunch and was stopped and told I should thank them. I was like. Yeah I am? I hate being told to do things I am already doing. Ugh. But I had some lunch but my mouth still hurt very much so I could not eat much.

My afternoon groups were great though. They were all very sweet. And helped me clean up. The stockade boys were fine but we're being a little mean to each other about girls and we're going to be mean to the girls and I did not like that.

As we were finishing cleaning Jess was driving up. She accidentally went to camp running bear and that was my fault. Got my rights and lefts messed up. But she got here and I was so excited.

We walked down to the museum to sue the bathroom before my alarm group. Which was tipis. And they were pretty self sufficient and some made bracelets and some sewed or drew. It was fun. Jess helped me sort out theme stuff so that we could leave early and we cut up paper together for next week. She was a huge help.

After tipis left we went down to trading post to give Charlie his water and got roped in to helping get the candy and snacks to the kids. Absolutely made Jess work and she kept saying this was a nightmare but we had a lot of laughs about getting the kids to be use all their money. Like buying shields and lunchboxes. It was hectic and fun and I'm glad Jess got to see the way work is for me.

We bounced as soon as the last group got there stuff. We grabbed a peanut butter cup to share. And ran up to arts to help out bags on the truck and my stuff in her car.

And then Charlie came and hung out with us for a bit. We made tentative plans to get coffee with him on Sunday. And just chatted and it was fun. I told Charlie he could be an honorary bridesmaid so I am glad he got to meet Jess.

And then we were off. We wanted to bounce before flag was done. And so we left.

We went to hunt valley and decided to go to California pizza kitchen because they had gluten free options. And I got to have a cauliflower crust and I had never had that before so that was neat. I really enjoyed it.

It was fun talking to Jess and we got a big laugh when two of my campers were at the restaurant and we're acting like I was a celebrity. It was so cute.

It started raining while we were in the restaurant. But it would rain more in our way back home. I was excited to see James and sweetp.

And when we got back here, after being stuck in some traffic, I was excited for hugs and also there were a bunch of packages for me!! So exciting. Some wedding stuff. Some other things for a project. It was a lot of fun.

Me and Jess would cut her hair and get showers. We started designing a flyer for me and Jamess day after the wedding event. And talking about her trip to Scotland in a few weeks. I'm still jealous. I hope me and mom can go someday sooner rather then later.

Now it is time to get some sleep. I am really tired. And I still have work tomorrow! We have the market all morning and then me and Jess hope to go and paint pottery. I hope I am not to tired or not fun.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourself!!

[ssoulsearcher]

Blog #1 Letting a "dream" die.

As I am writing this and gather my thoughts on this personal post. I am writing this on the table I had set up for myself months ago in mi hogar , in fact during the fall of 2022. This table was to help me figure to create a space for deep focus on my goals. I had taken the time to create something called the Vanitas project. It is a basic map to help me guide which goals I needed to complete first before doing the others. Set one is the foundation of the goals but also the most hardest. First set was to lose weight , improve on my artistic skills and Spanish comprehension. The goal of Project Vanitas is to to help keep mis metas in line and focus rather than jumping around confused. But there was a mistake on this project: It's personal. There is no professional deadline. 13 year old me would beg to differ-Why include XYZ if Crystal is the priority?

The origin of my goals can be traced back when I was younger. Lets refer this version of myself as Ally. Ally represents my inner child and the origins of the first goal when I was 12. Most of the goals set here have a foundation- to one day publish the story of Crystal my first ever OC. Ally loved her despite how flawed Crystal was. Crystal had 100+ powers, transformations, anime husbandos AKA a Mary Sue. She would envision many moments of putting Crystal in pain, tears or happiness whatever Ally liked. Up until she grabbed a pencil and paper. Ally went on a journey to draw just to turn her creation to life. 85% of the stuff she drew was of Crystal. Crystal was a soul and alive.

The Mary Sue had many revisions and so did Ally's style. Ally improved her anatomy her style and before she knew it she could draw hands. Ally's priorities were just to draw all the time and maintain straight A's which were a piace of cake, until she met boys aka relationshiippsss. There was Boy 1, the sweetheart. Boy 2, what was I thinking? Boy 3... boy number 3.

Drawing and Crystal became secondary. Her grades were still great. Despite the change in Ally's focus, her creativity stayed the same till boy #3. Hay caramba, Boy #3 met me back in 2018. But he never met Ally. Back in late 2017, I had shifted went to a trade school under a graphic design program. And in the first time in my life I felt like I knew were I had to navigate my life. I was gonna go to college and earn an associates degree in graphic design and eventually publish Crystal's story as a comic. The portfolio mattered more than the degree and I was at my panicle of creativity and art. Art was now something I was doing seriously and for fun. I gotten praise from my mentors and eventually got a scholarship for a local college. Ally was fully present at her graphic design program. She fully bloomed her portfolio in to an magnum opus, until she had her great, unfortunate fall.

Ally was present during the first 6-7 months with Boy # 3. After that, I don't know what to call myself during the remaining time frame. It was just a cycle of my self-neglection that was attributed from Boy #3. During that time I abandoned my core beliefs all for a selfish stupid boy. Thankfully the cycle breaks. Instead of telling myself lies, my core-truths kicked in and we started arguing. The tip of the iceberg broke by a text from him. Telling me that I could do so much more in life and that he was holding me back. I didn't believe that text until a month later. In that month included, he did what every melodramatic boy does in soap operas- " I AM SO SORRY I MISSED YOU BLAH BLAH BLAH."

I focused on myself with Panera and the gym. The only things I had along with my mother to support me. The break up was in the October of 2020, 1.5 years after I graduated and 6 months after the college I was going to attend shut down.

At this point I accepted that I had no direction in that moment of my life. This brought me to my current self. Spring of 21, middle of the pandemic, I spent 13 dollars on Bumble and found a bee. A bee that gave me the happiest 2 years of my life. Ally still wasn't present. The feeling I felt post-break up with Boy #3 was "forged Passion". I was trying to force myself to draw when Ally wasn't present and despised staring at a canvas for so long I didn't create anything . She represented my inner-child but she was also my muse. Which would explain the many times I had mini-life crisis and doubts of what I wanted to do long term during my current relationship. " I don't know what to do", "Should I learn a trade", etc etc. I was bouncing between careers. Ally as a muse died when I was a few months into my last relationship. On May 20th of this year I laid Ally to rest which was also the dream of pursuing a graphic design career.

I fell in love with the idea to move to Europe and hopefully attend college-not sure what I will pursue- there after my spouse finishes with his studies. So I thought about studying German. I didn't feel sad for changing my dream because I can't force myself to be an old version of me. Change was inevitable. Letting go of an idea I built upon more than half my time here alive was never a bad ending. It was much much needed after having doubts for 2 years of what the next stepping stone of my life would be. All that I know patience will allow me to embrace this next chapter of mine.

Project Vanitas needs some adjustments because the core is still the same. Crystal is still around, her story will continue to evolve and adjust as I do. One day she will be out and about either as a web comic or novel. That I do not know yet. I'll continue to improve my Spanish and exercise but not draw seriously; only as a hobby.

Requiesce in pace my muse.

#Youtube #momentomori #vanitas #journal entry #art is just a hobby

[periru3]

Part 2 of my commentary on my derpy pokémon drawn from memory.

Original Post - Part 1 - Part 3

1F-1I - Eevee & Co.: these may be the most iconic pokémon I did the worst jobs on. Trash across the board. C- for effort. 

1J - Psyduck: I think I’m gonna give myself one verbal deployment of the Pam-Beesly-they’re-the-same-picture meme per post and this one is it for post number 2. This is what photorealism looks like. 

2F - Golduck: I think where I went wrong here is that I went for sort of a simmering, seething fury as opposed to the more external explosive rage that should characterize Golduck. 

2G - Jigglypuff: Stunning. A model.

2H-2I - Clefairy and Clefable: I think these guys would do fairly well in some sort of clefairy-and-clefable impersonation contest, like they could pull these characters off for Snatch Games on Drag Race for sure, but there is no denying that that is not clefairy or clefable.

2J - Farfetch’d: Turns out I'm almost as bad at drawing leeks as I am at drawing birds. Who knew. Also I’m very sorry for the blatant unibrow erasure in this image. 

3F-3H - Abra, Kedabra, and Alakazam: Sooo... none of these guys are...... great.... (Abra gets points for cuteness but not for accuracy)

3I-4F - Machop, Machoke, and Machamp: Ok, I got off to a rocky start on this one, I’ll admit it. But I think my hideous machop grew into his looks with each evolution. I’d go so far as to call my machamp “pretty ok”

4G-5G - lady nidos and then dude nidos: on the one hand, yes, they’re hideous. But on the other hand, I am SHOCKED at how recognizable most of them turned out. I will admit, however, that I totally forgot what nidorino looked like, specifically that he is not bipedal. 

5H - Venonat: genuinely nailed it. 

5I - Venomoth: nailed it, but like how they say it on the show “Nailed It!” every time they reveal the ugliest fucking cake you have ever seen in your life. 

5J-6G - Geodude, Graveler and Golem: admittedly there isn’t much to remember for these guys, design-wise, but I’m still proud of them. Might be my most consistantly successful evolutionary group of three other than starters. 

6H-6I - Growlithe and Arcanine: they may be derpy boys, but they’re still good boys. 

6J - Electabuzz: Frankly way way better than I expected. Might in fact take the prize for biggest positive discrepancy between expectations and reality.

7F-7G - Voltorb and Electrode: Yeah, so.... the fact that I remembered a) which of these came first and b) which had white/red on bottom vs. top was pure dumb luck. I absolutely did not remember which name goes with which, that I had to look up. Sue me for being a fake nerd, I dare you. 

7H-7I - Sandshrew and Sandslash: my perfect lil guys. (I am bummed I forgot the giant claws on sandslash though, given that... you know... “slash” is in the name.)

7J - Zubat: *sigh* I mean, not bad per se, but I know I could have done better. 

8F - Golbat: objectively worse than zubat, but something about her delights me

8G-8H - Koffing and Weezing: I probably should be less proud of these two considering how simple they are, but aside from flipping weezing around and forgetting that koffing is smiling, I think I absolutely nailed them both in accuracy and in....... I don’t know... gestalt?

8I - Lapras: I truly, deeply expected better on this one. How did she end up so fucking long????

8J-9F - Mankey and Primape: I’m pretty happy with these, especially with remembering primape’s jewelry and lil popped vein. Unfortunately I remembered that they don’t have mouths only after looking at the mouth I drew on mankey and thinking “wait, fuck, no”

9G-9H - Krabby and Kingler: I’ll be the first to admit that I suck at drawing claws, but otherwise I honestly think these lil dudes came out perfect?

9I - Tauros: Perfect, no notes. 

9J - Magmar: up there with electabuzz in the “shocked at how well I did actually” crew. I was definitely drawing a blank for a minute before my mind spontaneously supplied the words “duck face butt head” and it came together pretty well after that. 

10F-10H - Dratini, Dragonair and Dragonite: proportions are far from perfect, but I’m mostly happy with these three. Dratini is adorable, as well he should be. 

10I-10J - Staryu and Starmie: okay so it was probably a little fair that when I showed this to my friend and said I was happy with these two, his response was basically “yeah, congratu-fucking-lations, you know how to draw a star” but....... I’m happy with these two, fuck you. 

#pokemon #pokémon #doodles #drawings #fanart #gen 1 #kanto #generation 1

[itsseannotshawnart]

Here's what happened. I had a friend who was about to give her German shepherd up to the animal shelter. She got it because one of her friends gave it to her and then vanished. He was about 3 years old and very large. This dog was a problem dog, specifically if it saw any other animal it would attack it. But around all people the dog was loyal and friendly. They loved that dog and if they gave it up the dog would be euthanized because of the attacks. So I offered to take in the dog and try my hardest to train him. My family and I took him in and instantly he became a family member. We got him specialized dog food just for him, built a large dog door, and spent most of our time loving him and keeping him safe.

One day my kids take him for a walk and he sees another dog walk across the street. He runs off, drags my kid down, and immediately draws blood on the other dog. I was able to get him off and we had to be limited on his walks. My kids are only scratched up though but they aren't allowed to walk him so it's up to me. A month later he sees my neighbor's chickens and pulls out of his harness and kills the chicken.

The next time he did it was when I was trying to walk him alone, but another neighbor's Frenchie got out and he attacked him. This time I try to pry him off but he bites my hand and I have to go to the emergency room. I now have permanent nerve damage in my hand but still I am trying.

Over the next few months we try out hardest to temper him, we get fitted collars, we employ training we found online, I even try to start a GoFundMe to get him special obedience training. But he kept finding ways to either slip out of his harness or find a way out of the yard But the final time he did it was when he was outside. He saw the same dog he drew blood on the first time and he finds a way to jump over my fence and attacks again, drawing blood again. It was then that the owner threatened to sue and call the police. I was so scared but I called my friend and told them that I was going to give him up to a pound. I couldn't risk legal action against me because I can't afford it considering I still have to pay off my emergency room bill from my hand injury. But instead my friend took him back and told me she'd try to get him to a no kill shelter.

Afterwards she asks me for money to help with the fees. I tell her I can't yet but I will try. After that she blocks me for some reason that I was never told. Cut to 5 months later. I finally find a way to contact her, she tells me that my dog was given up and put down. She tells me she and her family was devastated and that it was my fault. That I didn't fulfill my promise to keep him alive. Now I'm incredibly sad for losing my dog like that, but he definitely had problems and I don't blame the shelter for putting him down. But now it's my fault? Please tell me if I did the right thing. Was it my fault that he had to be put down? Did I not try hard enough?

[realhankmccoy]

I don't even remember writing so much stuff I find stuck everywhere like a piece of gum I saved for later. And what to do with it? Here's some gum, kids, it obviously tells something about something I was up to years ago:

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Tattoos their lame and generation Disrespect mah authority I love that Hartman Now teachers will stop dosrepxting my aithority Nah theh dont jbie beyyrt Whit4 teavh4s source of problem exlodr like maggots Tiny little sin My sin broke out

Civic duty don't even vote Patriotism Nationalism Super Republican Teachrr Playin you from the streets isn't appealing shen you cleaning up the sgrestd

Stupid when he comes

Actually I need to write my 'babysit them into no civic duty' teacher horror story too in which the browner, more male profession, law enforcement, infiltrates the school and kills all the teachers. Beasts of southern wild generation

Jess runs outside and heard it as Rhianna Rufus dy sol Pits cummed in Jarhead Administator Serum splash small drop

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Firebrand

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Beaming into this biped's biceps, you ate nance, nonny,

Hatred of emotion, the stolidity of stupidity reigns and deigns Sue Preen, gayee I owe you, cum in my platter puss, dumps in my truck, fuck a dub dub I spliced up your flub, maggots burst in manifold fireflirts from your ozone layer maw maw, into the abyss and in two, the bliss, spoonerist troglodarian oxymoron.

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I get so lonely, can't let just anybody bone me, you are the feast, you are the feast, my deer, he goes to Hainburg

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Sad shingles coming up it's coming up shingles eudaimonia Mussolini ought a mobile, for he goes to Gyor

LCD display burned my retinas as I attempted to care, as I perseverated, pervert down, black hawk frown, light far too bright through thin skin of my closed eyelids, pogs, homies, pugs, smarties, wuzzles, another crime against the animal kingdom, the smell of bologna boy mixing with dirt boy, for when Pigpen does the ho down, he really kicks up some penetrating cock through the membrane of the inner ear, rupturing 3 on the way to Pecs, insensate charlatan, I know your innermost Uranus, failed experimental descriptors of vellus hairs that never ma toured, yew girt me, cur I to hold on to the house of the mismatched peasant, jinxed up the bowels of the sage grouse pheasant, slurp on the tit of the bowl cut duck butt, I queried your queer subaltern sunscreen, I live fuh huh, I could maybe someday somegay even luh

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Yupped-up yoopers in a barntard thriller drinking Yngling to Ypsilanti anti gypsy inflammatory

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And the sparse hair under your arm, it wasn't enough, scratching nuts moist discharge slime in primordial region where leg meets groin and boy meets whirled, fucking nothing nothing no thing kung fu wow bao kung pao toad fu fuck you no nose hairs greyer by the day fitty cents of cray fez on the fuzz of each pubic boy's scuzz for hate and snails and anus-pulsing inside-own protracted protruding windpipe is what little boys are made of, non-binary future sluts they must become for macho nacho poncho, she of the street culture tones and the bouncing belly clones, every book in its nook, crook, for I'm onto yew (cranium node of Pontius Papaya swells over white gaucho streaming from pre-Dunlap cum lap, Lit UHGs Jacking Paper) I, John Wayne, Gay Sea, wars hacking up your ass with Pepsodentopia, eye scene uh main, yew main, ROOOOOO- ROOOOO! ROOF! ROOF!

Put a pin in shit.