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[gothgirlempire]

Honestly feel cute for once, did a little dress up with this new dress I found at the thrift store today. I think it fits very nicely, it’s super comfy🥰

Also the first time actually showing my face 😭

Reblog if you like it on me!!! 🖤🖤

Follow my fanvue for free and like all my posts and I’ll dm you something special

[midoristeashop]

rtte things I never posted??

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[divatheeva]

i would die for these two lovelies just so you know

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[bak3ry]

learnt how to colour

[thesweetsimmer111]

Functional Toddler Slide

Yay! A functional slide just for toddlers 😊 - Interactions list: • Play On • Crawl Through Tunnel • Let Toddler Play On More info and download in the link below! Download (ModTheSims)

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[triona-tribblescore]

Respectfully requesting a Robotnik

Any Robotnik

I just want to see my man in this godly style 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

*sigh* listen, best I can do is middle-age yaoi

[captaindelafere]

Zendaya & Mike Faist CHALLENGERS (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino

[chocodile]

Hyden published many books on the study of magic during his long life. His works were widely admired for their clarity and thoroughness and were commonly used as textbooks in the Western Kingdom's various magical academies. His unique insight, obvious passion, and dry sense of humor came through in every page, making for enjoyable and educational (albeit dense) reads.

His work was not without controversy, of course. It was apparent from his earliest works that he enjoyed pushing boundaries and challenging established ideas about the practice of wizardry, even when doing so would alienate or undermine his colleagues. But even those who disagreed with him on specific points would generally admit that he was one of the greatest and most innovative minds in their field.

His later works became somewhat more abstract; dense, wordy and philosophical even beyond his established high level of verbosity. Late in life, he stopped publishing all together as his health took a downturn. His final work was stuck in a perpetual, unfinished state of limbo, never to be released.

...Or so it had seemed: at age 56, only a year before he would be sentenced to death, he released his final publication: A strange, rambling, disjointed mess speculating on the nature of magic itself, and positing the existence of some sort of dark anti-magic force that has existed before time itself. The word "blood" was used many, many times, and the book included descriptions of strange, dark rituals. The shaky penmanship--a far cry from the grand, confident, swooping flourishes of his earlier writing--furthered the impression that this was the work of a deteriorating madman. Unlike his previous works, it did not see wide release, and the fact that the king's High Court Wizard would pen something so obviously deranged was seen as quite an embarrassment for the Western Kingdom.

[ryssbelle]

Brozone reunion concepts for this little thing based on this ask

As stated in the ask idk fully how this moment would go, this concept was mostly building off the premise presented within the ask :D

Bonus:

[crispywizardtale]

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[cozylittleartblog]

redraw of a meme my brother sent me. hello ultrakill fandom

"the armor comes off-" yeah but that's not Nearly as funny

[otaku553]

Found out this Saturday that if you make a PowerPoint to summarize one piece in over 24 hours on not-very-good-wifi, you can only summarize up to the end of Marineford and it will take about 2.5 hours

Also apparently if you speak nonstop for 2.5 hours your voice Will Go Hoarse. Who knew

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?