#In The Grip Of Depression

[kaibacorpintern]

yugioh isn't "good" i.e. its hardly a cowboy bebop or NGE or FLCL or mushishi but if anyone was like "it's bad" i'd be like be quiet. kaiba's about to summon obelisk out of the fucking ground

[khayalli]

some soft, sweet and domestic moments for the boys this valentines day!

[valtsv]

horse_ebooks "everything happens so much" tweet dot jpeg

[sleeeepy-demon]

part 7 of bg3 memes i drew on paint except its all my Tav. Sorry.

part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

(if you wanna know more about them ⬇)

dhfliskdj f I am insane. about him. His name is Melodic Black Metal, they/he pronouns and they are obviously a bard. Lawful good. Romanced astarion cuz my friend @snaso102 said it would be the hardest to do while playing a good character and now i am insane about them together too. The hooded figure is Melo's sister, she can see a bit of the future.

PLEASE lets talk about them lets make our Tavs meet and have a party or whatever. I WILL talk about them even if you dont so, yea, ok, yea, ok, ok, yea, ok,

[ichore]

HIGH BY THE BEACH | TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: toji takes you to the beach, and you both get high and horny (x)

tags, warnings: MINORS DNI, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, fwb, usage of drugs (edible), reader is most likely depressed or in a melanchonic state of mind, dry humping, cunnilingus, girl you got him pussy drunk, not proofread

a/n: pussy from a depressed sis just hits diff 🫡

The chill of the late afternoon wind tickled your naked nipples, the orange hue of the low Sun caressed your skin as the sound of the waves crashing was the only thing that disturbed the tranquility of the moment. One of your hands held your book high, your eyes tiredly reading through the pages while your other hand mindlessly played with Toji's raven black hair. The back of his head rested in between your thighs, your heat oozing against his sweaty nape as he every so often gingerly traced the calloused pad of his fingers against the soft flesh of your legs.

One could assume you two were a couple. You were not; the thing was that you were always too busy with work to find a decent relationship, and when one day your hot one night stand called you back if he could crash at your place for another night, you did not see why you couldn't have a little bit more fun. Your intention was just sex, yet you allowed this huge hunk of a man to sometimes stay the night, eat your food, use your toothpaste, never replacing the toilet paper. When his bloody clothes ended up in between your laundry, you did not ask. You didn't care, you never did, and it confused him to the fullest.

"Sure, why not?" a shrug was all your answer when he told you to go get some edibles with him before he showed you a secluded, hidden part of the beach. The muffin melted on your tongue, your eyes fixated on the shells scattered across the sand while you tried to ignore Toji who was staring at you. It didn't take much time to understand the intensity of his watch; soon enough, your mind began to go numb and you had to lay down.

"How do you feel?" he asked finally.

"Like you care," your voice was monotone. Your strokes upon his head didn't stop, and yet, your words told him that you knew he was using you. And you were right, at first, but somehow, your weird stoicism towards anything in life intrigued him, it made him want to open your little head and take a peak at your thoughts. What are you thinking about? How are you really feeling? How was your day? Talk to me. His thoughts were racing and the end line was nowhere to be found in the drugged haze of his mind. Meanwhile, his gray eyes watched the waves glisten and your heat escaped your clothed pussy, blood began to gather in his cock at the idea of making you feel good.

"Right, like I care." The broadness of his shoulders pushed your thighs wide open as he turned around to run his index finger across the line where you pussy folds swallowed your bikini. The material began to get darker with your wetness which made his scarred lips perk into a wolfish grin - a thing you could not see because your eyes were still fixated on your book, your lips lazily ajar. To him, you looked like a goddess with the golden sunlight kissing your sandy, nearly naked body as your hair was still wet from the ocean. To you, he was just a handsome face tugging your bikini aside while his teeth sank into your inner thigh as he sucked in your soft flesh to leave a new mark where the previous one began to fade.

You irritated him, he realized as his tongue shoveled the first dose of your nectar into his mouth and a high pitched sigh escaped your lips. The only time you showed genuine joy was when your carnal desires were tended to; only then, you held him close and could he make you beg for more as your orgasm distorted face laid ahead of him - and this little chagrin of his made his cock painfully hard, but perhaps because of the drugs, he wanted this time to be only about you.

The drug kicked in for him even stronger as he got himself on all fours before his unstable hand grabbed your book, and slowly took it out of your hand to place it next to your head. His thoughts and his feelings buzzed in his brain, he almost felt ashamed of how high he was. But his body never betrayed him; he wanted you and he told you this on his own way with his fingers holding at your iliac crests, his thighs sliding under yours to angle his clothed, raging boner against your wet entrance.

"Let's make a mess of you, dollface." The tip of his nose touched your cheek as his lips clashed against yours, his tongue immediately forced his way in to massage yours. He wanted to fuck you so bad, the movement of his hips were shaky and messy, but you could taste his painful yearning at his lips and feel the desperation when his free fingers cupped your breast while the other grinded your hips against his.

Your wetness and his leaking precum mixed, the friction creating a white cream on his shorts by the time your breathy moans and half lidded eyes told him that you were close to the edge. Like an apology, his thumb caressed your cheek while he placed a peck on your lips before the body of his warmth left you to nearly tear your bikini off you.

The last rays of sunshine felt warm as Toji opened your legs wider, his gray gaze curiously watching a drop of wetness leave your pussy and roll down to your ass. Yet, before the drop could disappear, his hands lift your ass high enough that he's able to catch it with his tongue. Your desperate moan, your taste, the sight of you, the smell of ocean and warm afternoon light made him nearly feel dizzy as the edible reached its peak hour.

Your own stupor was more of a numbness in your head whereas the rest of your body was keen for every touch of Toji's hand as his tongue was sheated deep into your gummy walls. One of your hand gripped at the towel under you while the other used his hair to hold his pretty face in place when his tongue was just at the right angle to be ridden for your first orgasm.

"Here, have a taste," he murmured, his feet kicking at the sand to help himself crawl on top of you as his hand hurriedly clasp at your cheeks to force your lips open before spitting your slimy taste into your mouth. It was you who then sat up halfway to kiss him; your touch against his nape let him know that he got a bad case of sunburn already, but the way your legs wrapped around his waist grind your still trembling hole against him made him want to fuck you under the stars until the Sun chased them away once more.

[thephooka]

I've been dreaming of making a webcomic for nearly half of my life, and I've just started actually working on that, but... do you think it's worth it for me to start even with the decline of the scene? White noise is quite possibly my favorite piece of media, period, and it's in a format I love, so I figure you're a good person to ask the thoughts of.

(In reference to this post, I am guessing.)

ABSOLUTELY! 100%! MAKE YOUR WEBCOMIC!! Please don't let the whinging of us old heads deter you from making a project that you're passionate about.

I think it's important to ask yourself what would make it 'worth it' in your mind. What do you want out of making a webcomic? Is it that you want to experience the act of creation? Do you have a story you need to get out? Is your goal to get a book printed? To have a large audience? To improve your artistic and storytelling skills? To make a living on your artwork? To make merch? Some of these are way harder to do today, but some of these are goals that you will reach simply by making your webcomic.

If it helps at all, I had to do a lot of this kind of talk to myself when I was starting in 2011 (less because of the scene and more because I was low in self-confidence.) The only way I could get myself to start posting WN on Smackjeeves was to remind myself that I was doing this for myself only, and maybe no one would read it, and that would be ok, because if nothing else I would be making something I love and I would learn a lot doing it. 13 years later and I'd consider my goals met, even if I stopped WN before I'm truly done with it.

(Which speaking of, I feel very strongly that unfinished or abandoned webcomics are not a waste of time for either the reader OR the creator. Just because a story doesn't get an ending--or gets an ending you don't like--doesn't mean it's without worth!!)

The webcomic scene is not going to fully disappear anytime soon--it's just suffering the same corporatization that has gripped almost every art scene at some point in some way, and I think that problem has been compounded by the consolidation of the internet into a few social media platforms. But those platforms will crumble, and the corporations will bail once they can't squeeze any more money out of webcomics. The scene won't ever been the same as it was in the 2010s, but that's how time works, and that doesn't mean it won't ever get better than it is or that there's not gems to be found now. The only way it gets better is if more people make and read webcomics!

[radvelvetcakez]

radioapple consensual cannibalism but alastor is indirectly indulging in lucifers self-destructive behaviour by doing so

[sergeantsporks]

Anyone else up getting emotional over how their writing’s changed over their lifetime, or is it just me?

[notdelusionalatall]

[3lliethesmellycheese]

NEW OC!!

His name is Sebi, and he's a guy disgiusing as a maid since he was hired to assasinate the son of a very rich guy. (This was not my ecxuse to draw a man in a dress trust)

[muiromem]

You know, it would be a LOT easier to explain to doctors where my pain is on my body

A: If the pain wasn’t in my BACK and therefore impossible for me to SEE or properly POINT TO with my short fucking arms

B: If every diagram of the human body available to me wasn’t made for TALL PEOPLE and therefore way harder guess where I should be pointing in reference to my own short fucking body

C: If the doctors examining me would just PUSH HARDER ALREADY. I literally have so much radiating pain, your fucking butterfly taps of “does it hurt here?” are NOT HELPING. You need to DIG IN THERE or I can’t TELL YOU WHAT HURTS MOST.

[applejongho]

this just in: kpop boy cuts his hair how he wants and fans took that personally

[moo-savr]

lol sorry I died once more, it will happen again <:3!!!!!!

[peevishpants]

bts member solo music power rankings

jhope

2. rm but like a mile behind jhope

3. suga

4. v jk jimin and jin

[byanyan]

fledgling verse byan finding themself painfully tempted at times to just completely give in to the beast... because they're exhausted and depressed and in pain and the beast doesn't have to deal any of that... and maybe some people deserve to be torn to shreds... maybe they deserve the opportunity to be the monster for once instead of the victim... and it'd be so much easier to just let go and lose control...

...but, tired and hurt as they are, they're also being afraid of losing themself, losing all the pieces that make them who they are as a person, all these things they spent their life fighting so hard to maintain & protect - which includes their control over themself........

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Been going on stupid walks for my stupid mental health...

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