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delicourse · 11 months

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lilac season

#jolyne cujoh #Jolyne Kujo #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Stone Ocean #deliart #this has been in the works for like 3 months<3 but im picky with colors so<3 #just been into tweedlike fabrics lately #so this is my first attempt to do that texture #also ofc its heavily based on that one chanel runway etc etc and yes if im doing that #im also supposed to draw camellias since thats their thing #but lilacs are blooming and they are my fav flower overall so <33 #like for scent citrus flowers win so hard. and for looks its hydrangeas. but for overall package? lilacs easiest win of all time #STILL can't find a good lilac perfume i tried the issey miyake one but what was up with that milky aftersmell :(#ALSO ONLY GOT TOLD LILACS ARE EDIBLE THIS YEAR!!!!#i should try to make lilac lemonade. i heard that's where it's at

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bubblesbinxs · 7 days

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BIG SIGH.

#drawing #my art #digital art #markiplier #fanart #actor mark #celine the seer #wkm #who killed markiplier #all done on mspaint ofc<3 #if you’ve been there from the start you should know i like mspaint <33 #no paint slander in my house ‼️‼️‼️#all actor slander welcomed tho please make yourself at home

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periwinklemoonlight · 10 months

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the pilot

#goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #new life smp #new life scar #my art #gtws #gtws fanart #goodtimeswithscar fanart #new life fanart #i wanted to try to really lean more into the leyendecker style for this one :D #and his outfit is based off the skin by hoffen ofc <33

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rosedom · 28 days

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listen . listen . a pretty boy and his lips stretched over the knotted fabric of a cleave gag . . .

going down on him, his cunt drip-dripping with his own slick. grabbing the lube, warming it between your hands as you simply take in the view—the view of your boy, entirely free save for the fabric between his lips. he's laid bare and his hands aren't even tied, yet that gag stays snug where you left it, darkening thanks to his spit, each soft moan coming out muffled through it once you open and drizzle the warm lube across his cunt.

then, easing one, two fingers into him; but not until you run them between his folds, bottom-up and dragging tantalizingly slow over his swollen cock. the head of it is a throbbing, ruddy-red, lube shining across it and into the dip in its center. the gag won't do much for a whine; really, they're only good for putting your boy down under, for laying himself out for you to take take take without his words.

("i want you to shut me up," he had said.

"you wanna blow me?"

then he'd gotten all shy again, buried himself into the skin of your throat—right above your soft cotton scarf. he'd tugged it away, fiddled around while you had your face tilted up, and he'd leaned back and up with that scarf between his teeth.

his eyes had said, shut me up.)

mmm and getting that third finger in so easy, easing and stretching his cunt open for your cock. slipping them out, kissing that whining mouth right over his knotted gag, and nudging your cock right up against his . . . nnn i can't get the image of your pretty boy finally taking cock—the first time he's ever been so vulnerable, his cunt so open while his mouth's tied up shut—out of my mind, the image of him helplessly whimpering and spreading his legs, urging you on with soft uh, uh, uh's !! fuuuuck.

bottoming out, balls pressed to the lips of his cunt and he's moaning out, crying out, thick saliva squeezing out the sides of his mouth. his jaw is slack, and—god, the fuckin' gag isn't even keeping him quiet; he doesn't sob in words but he does in hiccuping whimpers, each one in time with the thrust of your hips.

and cumming inside your boy—'cos, of course, he'd try begging, try saying, "inside, inside, cum inside me," but that tight knot of fabric heavy on his tongue and drenched in his spit had devolved his begs. god. don't forget to reach down, finish him off, keeping your softened cock in deep as you thumb him into his own sweet, sweet orgasm <33

("th'nk you, th'nk you," he'll say as you untie the gag from behind his head, cupping his cheek with one hand and moving the other below his chin to catch the soaked-through fabric. he'll say a final "thank you" with a thick string of saliva connecting the bulk of the knotted fabric in your palm with the swollen jut of his bottom lip.

you'll kiss him properly after, won't you? no gag interference.)

i'm just so hard for pretty boys all gagged up for me (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪ !!

#knotted cleaves are my favorite type <33 #(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠) what are urs ?#dom reader #top reader #gay #ftm nsft #ftm smut #ftm sub #and ofc :#sub character #sub genshin #so what if i was thinking abt ayato writing this? sue me .#but also ae. haha. hah. uhm anyway #amab reader #top amab reader #male reader #forgot these. mb !

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transfemmesam · 2 months

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not wincest as in "they're brothers and they fucked nasty >:)" wincest as in they’re each other’s life partners to the point where there’s no way they could be happy for long with anyone else, and (although i hate to use zachariah's words) they are psychotically irrationally erotically codependent on each other

#txt #sorry this is probably doesn't make much sense but i’m gonna maintag it anyway #wincest #yayyyy codependency <33 #ofc all due respect to the “and they fucked nasty” type of wincest shippers but that’s not how i see them #hall of fame #edit. they also fuck nasty i have seen the light

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thekidsarentalright · 5 months

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figured on not figuring myself out

my birthday gift to my dear bff kelci @josephtrohman <3!! i hope you love this, and happy birthday 💕!!!!

#i already edited xo for kelci so Had to do her second fav song ofc <33 and i do hope i did it justice hehe #bc kelci only deserves the best always!!!!!! now everyone go wish kelci a happy birthday RN #txt #c.txt #fob #fobedit #fall out boy #ginasfs #infinity on high #p: 100

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skeletoninthemelonland · 1 year

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Any art tips?

idk about y'all but there's one way to be happy and improve your art at the same time and it's by letting your favorite piece of media consume you entirely. which leads you to make hundreds of drawings. thousands even. isn't it great? let the obsession grow within u. let it become part of ur personality. let it wake u up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. let him speak to you. let his voice guide you. let him in. let h

#ofc you can peek out the hole every now and then #learn the fundamental parts of art. even if it looks boring #my main advice is to always use references #not tracing. USE references #have them by your side #practise reproducing what you see #also. consume art everyday. art that you like #<33 #wish you good luck with it!#inbox #ask

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shellxrls · 4 months

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coriolanus snow handwriting reveal omg..

(image from @panem_propaganda on insta)

#OFC HE WRITES LIKE THAT #soft cursive omg… he’s my pretty princess bf <33 #coriolanus snow #tbosas #president snow #coryo snow

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nhoirr · 4 months

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IM A BIG BOY NOW — ! Dazai Osamu. ✘ reader

!! Mentions of death , (reader is a year older than him.)

PM!.Dazai Osamu was infamous during his Mafia days, but even he — was still a child.

To you, atleast; The oh-so notorious Demon Prodigy — they called was but a child in your hold, cradling him to your embrace when you soothe his wounds. Once suddenly turned into a regular occurrence, frequent visits and daily check-ups — you had a hint of growing suspicion that he was doing it on purpose, the growing wounds he had. But who were you to ask the man? For you were nothing but a nurse, this was nothing but a job in this line of work.

Oh, but to the man — Dazai Osamu, thought you were nothing less than an angel, pure bird who was caged within this dark world. Beneath the grassy plains where the sun could not reach, it felt like you — an angel from above, was not supposed to be in this cruel place; much so comparable to hell, when you belonged to the heavens above.

BUT THE INFAMOUS DEMON PRODIGY DID NOT COMPLAIN, FOR HE FOUND SOLACE WITHIN YOUR COMPANY — to the wings that nestled him close, akin to a mother bird protecting it's children from the world birthed his greed, the sin of desiring to possess something he couldn't have.

You gave the man the company he longed, the affections he never knew he began to crave long since your first meet — you were growing on him, more faster than he could count the days on his fingers. More so, he realized when he always seemed to seek you after a long day; It was then he realized that you were now closer to his heart than he could ever imagine, opening the doors to reveal all the weak parts through every cut and every wound — It came to the point that his blood, his every bleeding was for you. His home, his solace, the remedy to his pain.. and the love of his life.

PM!.Dazai Osamu had always dropped the signs, through measly symbolizations of his attachment to you — minor gifts and trinkets that meant his love, like a color of a rose that would represent an indirect professions of his growing affection for you, pure and untainted love — white roses he'd gift to you.

But nothing ever got through your thick skull, much to his frustration, to the point he almost — almost confessed it all to you out of annoyance from the long wait. However, the Demon Prodigy was no prodigy for no reason, he was no fool. He knew those eyes of yours that held warmth, beneath them lied nothing more than just kindness; Clearly different from his that burned for you like a blazing flame, his was love. While yours were nothing but tenderness, nothing more and nothing less than an expression you'd give when you gaze fondly at a CHILD.

BUT — The man longed for you like the sun, providing him the strength he needed, and the weakness he never asked for. Perhaps that was the reason why it started to burn him, the desire; GREED — burnt his fingertips the moment he begins to come too close, the warmth of your presence he began to have too much of — like a moth to a flame, but he lets himself turn into ashes, if it were for you; that was his weakness. (He always wished to die, if he were to die by your hands, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all for him.)

BUT OLD HABITS DIE HARD, for Dazai Osamu was born in the dark. To work amongst the darkest nights, tainted hands drenched in the blood of his foes — the highest sin to be committed, taking the life of another; a sin he could never turn from, but a burden he will carry till the end of his life. That is why, he could never be in the gaze of the sun, bathing within its light.

And perhaps that is why he one day disappears from your life, as fast as he came. You longed for him, for the memory of every time he'd gift you a flower to his visits — the moment when the roses once displayed within your humble office shed a petal for every passing day; innocent wonder to when he'd visit again, a sign of hope.. was nothing but NAIVETY. It was but a fleeting moment, the feelings of adoration was. Once beginning to show signs of rot, no longer seeing worth of getting another rose if it wasn't from him — Perhaps if time meant it, you could've reciprocated his feelings the same.

Oh, but you fell too late.

ADA!.Dazai Osamu never forgot the time when the sun graced him of it's light — Not once. The memory imprinted in his mind like a symbol of his faithful devotion to you; He may have left the comfort of your embrace, but that would never hinder the love of your humble abode. The warmth you bring was never the same as the sun, after all.

But yes, like the prodigal son who journeys back to his roots — you will forever be the home he returns to. After all, OLD HABITS DIE HARD FOR THE OSAMU DAZAI.

So he comes back — its late at night and the sun is setting from the horizon when he knocks at your front door.

Theres a nervous sweat forming in his hands, from the way he grips the bouquet of roses in his fingertips that were beginning to turn white. He thinks for a moment if the timing was right, because there was no response from the other side.

But all his worries set aside the moment the door opens and he gets a whiff of that scent he missed long ago, the warmth that seeps into his veins mixing with his senses of his every breath — yes, the scent of home.

"Osamu?"—Your voice breaks him from his captivation; but instead, he feels his knees buckle the moment he meets your gaze — his heart stops beating for a moment, its getting hard to breathe as if you've got him on chokehold. It gives him everything to respond.

"Y/N," He whispers your name in breath — like he could finally breathe again, as if the name held so much weight in his heart. Carrying it for so long until it found it's owner once again — you.

You steal his words from his mouth before he could even speak, "Its been so long, you've grown taller." He notes that you looked—"Beautiful," He mutters it out his thoughts, but theres no shame in his expression. Oh, but in fact, he welcomes it as a start to the conversation, "—and you've become so beautiful, haven't you? Belladonna." He continues, offering you the bouquet in his hands and this time, you're the one speechless. (;;the wilted roses did seem to need a new replacement, perhaps a chance to let the seeds of love to grow too — this time.)

He takes your reaction as a sign when he begins to lean over, towering your smaller form with a smug expression. "DONT YOU THINK IM A BIG BOY NOW?"—And it seemed he never lost his silver tongue.

Content written by nhoirr ! Dont copy please. <3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!