#💭 [ my thoughts. ]

[lostandunlovedd]

and my final act of love would be to force myself to never speak to them again.

[vikasmama]

thinkin’ about vi riding your strap…

my god she’s sooo loud and she barely cares. you tell her how your neighbors can probably hear, even stopping her hips to get her to focus and she’s whining while she cockwarms you.

“fuck, ‘msorry, really i am but i- mmf!” you can feel her clench around you. you don’t have to swear on it, you do. you’re so deep inside her, your big, strong girl, reduced to such a desperate puppy. she’s so good she doesn’t even try to roll her hips, she just shivers and waits for you to give her permission. vi’s chest heaves, sweat trickling down her abs into her pink bush swallowing your cock. you can still see her clit though, pearled and at attention. just gorgeous. “please keep going…”

and you know you’ll get a noise complaint, the fourth one in probably a month? but your hand travels on its own, fingers rubbing furiously at her clit while you buck up into her and she gets right back to it. neighbors be damned, you’ve gotta make your girl happy.

(men + minors dni!)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

rafe would not understand internet slang and it takes 20 years off his life anytime anyone says something. Hes so chronically offline.

“Babe, what the fuck does cunty mean and why are your friends commenting it on your post? Are they calling you a cunt or something? Cause why the fuck would the-“ he asked, coming back into your room with his toothbrush and phone in his hands.

“No, rafe!” You laughed at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, putting the brush in his mouth as you explained. “It’s a good thing. It’s like… a compliment.”

“What? How is cunt a compliment? And then on the video with me and you, some other girl commented… ‘he is so Lana del Rey core.’ What the fuck does that even mean?” he read off the comment. “And ‘you both ate up the whole party?’”

“They’re all compliments.” You were laughing hysterically at this point.

“I will never get you.” He shook his head, putting his toothbrush back in his mouth and walking to the bathroom, looking down at his phone.

“Oh girl you served? Like a fuckin’ waitress?” He asked, coming out from the bathroom, furrowing his eyebrows. You shook your head and smiled.

“Oh, never change baby. Never change.”

[femmecupid]

if u raped me i would cum against my will & then feel really guilty and dirty about it btw (flirting)

[thoughtsofapessimistttt]

If I’m too much, go find less tf

[plushybread]

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[silentprose]

The night holds space for the parts of me I don’t explain.

[sillykawa]

Been thinking about Capitano all week.... so

Imagine a young Capitano before the fall of Khaenri’ah. With a wife and child—a little girl. The two most precious ppl in his life and he couldn't save them. Their death breaks him, the source of his hatred, because what did they ever do to deserve such a cruel fate. He longs to join them but death is something he cannot have so he carries their souls in his heart.

He wants to give all the fallen warriors a final resting place, but he also longs to see his family. Sometimes, in the sea of voices in his head, he hears his wife—and that’s what gets him through 500 sleepless years, to exact his revenge.

The cutscene where he’s climbing the stairs with all the warriors —at the top, next to the throne of flames, he finally sees his love, his family, waiting for him.

[tunamayojazz]

inuokkotober 2024

prompt: height

(it's their first week as boyfriends and yuta can't compute)

[honeytonedhottie]

what happened to originality??⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍬💕

social media is so helpful and is overall a positive thing in my opinion, but if we're not self aware i think that it can get to a point where u find urself parakeeting memes and stuff u see on social media and it starts to BECOME you.

and i think its so disheartening to see people band wagon on the next biggest trend and look to social media to find out who they are and what their personality is and how they should be. when it gets to that point ur like a copy and paste of everyone else and originality gets lost in the process.

it’s okay to like trends and participate in them, but let them be things that reflect who you already are, not who you think you should be. thats all ✍🏽🎀

[lostandunlovedd]

we went through all of that just to be strangers again?

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

𝐒𝐎, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 me babbling on about Sylus... (it's been living in my drafts...) Sylus is gentle—but not by nature. His gentleness is the kind forged in violence, like the silence that follows gunfire: not peace, but aftermath.

He is not soft, nor saintly. He is disciplined. In the manner of a man who clasps the blade with such conviction that the steel forgets to wound him.

His voice is a low tide, never raised—for he remembers what it means to scream into a void so vast, so godless, that even his own blood could not fill it. Once, long ago, he cried out until his throat tore and his palms split open from clawing the beast out of his skin. No one came.

So now, he listens.

He listens because silence once imprisoned him. And in the way of penitents and monks, he has turned it into a form of prayer. Of atonement. Of endurance.

He once believed himself human. Not because he was told so—no, truth does not arrive through proclamation.

It creeps. Quietly. Through the cracks left behind by kindness too cruel to be real. Through mirrors that show only the mask, not the tail, not the eyes, not the curse inscribed beneath the skin.

And when revelation struck—when horns curled from his brow and the world recoiled from him like a hand from flame—he did not rage.

He cut them off.

Not once. Not out of fury. But again and again, with the calm resolve of a man refusing damnation. Not the kind cast upon him—but the kind that says: You shall never be anything more than this.

They say dragons are powerful. They forget that power is nothing when the world names your very breath a blasphemy.

So he buried himself. Layer by layer, year by year. Until there was nowhere left to disappear into but memory itself.

The tragedy is not that he is immortal.

The tragedy is that he remained.

You think immortality is freedom? It is not.

It is bondage to remembrance.

It is bearing witness to centuries rusting in your bloodstream.

It is loving someone so deeply you let her kill you—and waking up the next morning nonetheless.

It is hearing the music you composed together echo through her execution, and being cursed to recall every note as if it were your own heartbeat.

He carries her voice inside his chest—not like melody, but like evidence. Proof of what was, and what was taken.

And yet—yet—he dares to love again. Because that is who he is. Not kind. Devoted. Not fearless. Faithful.

He walks into each lifetime with the full knowledge that he will either bury her, or be buried by her.

And still, he chooses her. Not because he believes in salvation—but because he believes in her.

And when she tells him to keep on, he obeys. Not because her words redeem him. But because they affirm the curse: that he will endure the ruin of love, again and again, long after it has hollowed him out.

He does not need saving. He needs recognition. To be seen not as a void, but as a man who has chosen restraint over wrath. Whose quiet is not absence, but vigilance. Every measured movement is a refusal—a holy act of defiance against the monster the world expects him to be. His gentleness is not mercy. It is the debris of war.

And if he touches you—if he draws near—it is not because he thinks himself worthy.

It is because he is already grieving.

And he wants to remember the shape of you before the world takes you or him away.

[poutypisces]

the man spreading is actually doing something to my brain like something is purring……

[femmecupid]

sloppy head on a butch who just keeps rambling about their special interests

[limnatid]

hi guys... I’M ALIVE!!! here’s a lil old thing I did waaay before I started college

I KNOW I forgot Katara’s face paint and like... a bunch of stuff. This was just a quick thing I whipped up while showing someone how I color hehe

I’ll try to be more active here, I’ve got some concept art I’ve made while I was MIA, so maybe I’ll start posting that soon…

[artificialroux]

i love when she stands like this