#and i love writing for them

[euphoricfilter]

what is separation anxiety...i want to start reading and it seems so good ...but im scared its a bunny hybrid typa thing😓

no bunny hybrids in that one 🫡 it’s simply himbo jk with a smooth little brain and his slightly hot headed gf

[stelstellakidd]

carrying them bridal style + Mason and Liena

this isn’t edited or anything so i am sorry if it’s terrible </3

fear, anxiety and a pain in her chest. liena couldn’t move. her spot on the couch had been reserved to the farthest corner and she pulled her knees into her chest , her head burying into them as she seemed to hide her face. mason had left the room for some reason or another but she hadn’t even realized. she was too caught up in her own thoughts that thinking about anything else felt impossible.

it wasn’t until she heard a noise that she realized her boyfriend was crouched in front of her and she felt her heart skip a beat. after a minute moved and glanced up, her. eyes meeting his while he looked at her softly.

“hey.” his voice was soft and she turned away from him. his hand cupped her face turning her to face him and she swallowed hardly .

“i’m sorry.”

“what are you sorry for? you didn’t do anything?”

“because i’m being stupid and dramatic.you shouldn’t have to worry about me- you have enough going on. ” liena moved, running her hands through her hair, clenching her fist as she did.

“liena. what happened?” she should’ve been expecting the question but she wasn’t . so when he asked her head snapped up and she swallowed again.

“i’m just- seeing him….again.” for a split second mason paused until realization fell over his face.

after a second of silence she moved again . this time pushing herself further into the couch but he grabbed her hand to stop her. she tried to speak and insist she was fine but with one look from mason she stopped and instead gave in. she pulled herself forwards towards him and sank into his touch.

“god i feel like i’m going crazy.”

mason’s arms wrapped around her and his lips touched her hair. it wasn’t unusual for them to be in this position. in fact it was more then common for them to hold each other, especially when the other was struggling . but no matter how much they had done it. it helped every time.

eventually liena moved to pull back. she didn’t really want too. she wanted to stay curled up in her boyfriends arms and never leave them. but it was late and they had work the next day. staying up like this was probably the opposite of a good idea .

“we should probably go to bed.” mason glanced at her, an amused look taking over his face.

“oh because we’re actually going to sleep?”

a grin played on liena’s lips and matched mason’s smile. his hand was still holding hers and she didn’t even realize how tightly she was holding it back. she shook her head a little and loosened her grip before chuckling.

“no but- don’t you think we should actually go to bed? we have work in the morning.” mason started at her for a moment before shrugging and standing. she was about to follow him, when suddenly she found herself being picked up into the air.a small gasp left her lips before a laugh and she looked at him with heart eyes. “what are you doing buckley?”

“you said we had to go to bed.” he spoke as if it was an obvious statement and liena rolled her eyes. she’d gone from terrified and anxiety ridden to smiling and laughing in a matter of seconds and it was all because of him. it was always because of him.

she didn’t respond to his statement but a smile continued rising on her face. her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled herself forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting her head against his chest allowing herself to relax. this - was perfect.

sleep wasn’t something that came easy to either of them. it never had been. so despite heading to bed- both of them knew it would still be hours before they fell asleep.so when mason put her down and went to sit, liena moved herself in his direction, sitting next to him and resting her head on his chest once more.

her hand traced lines on his palm while she used her other hand to hold it up. she wasn’t speaking but she unconsciously was humming softly, tracing over any scars or bruises or random freckles. just taking comfort in being near him. she didn’t even realize what she was doing until an arm wrapped around shoulder and masons hand closed on hers. her eyes narrowed slightly wondering if that meant he wanted her to stop but instead his head rested on top of hers and his own hand went to her scars.

it was nothing but silence for a while. the two of them simply sat, taking comfort in nothing but each other. a wave of tenseness was above them, but both were trying to ignore the dylan of it all.

dylan carter couldn’t be back. he didn’t know where they were- he couldn’t. they’d done everything they could to make sure he never found out. liena seeing him had to be her imagination. at least that’s what both of them wanted to believe.

“he’s not here right? he doesn't know where we are? he’s not coming for me.” liena’s voice was quiet and afraid, she looked up at mason. she felt safe with him, she always did. but that didn’t make seeing her ex husband any easier. mason glanced back down, and looked at her softly. his hand moved up to her hair and ran through it lightly while he pulled her close.

“he doesn’t know. we’re safe and he’s not going to hurt you.” he spoke the words confidently but they both knew that he wasn’t. there was no way of telling if dylan had found them. there was no way of knowing if he would show up and hurt them. but liena didn’t ask any more. all she did was smile softly and nod.

“okay.” maybe she believed it or maybe she didn’t. maybe she just wanted to pretend. but in this moment mason and liena had each other, and for now that would be enough.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[tacticalprincess]

simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…

“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”

“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”

your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.

“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.

you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.

“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”

“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”

[corantus]

butch nonspecific bean bag bears. they should let me design toys for children actually

their names are handy, married, grease, and freak ❤️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[suddenly-frankenstein]

his guardian angel

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

print ♥︎ song

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[zosanbrainrot]

part 2 of Zoro in WCI

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I tried to write something to sum up my thoughts on this, but then it got longer and longer and tbh I'm itching to write a fic set in this AU djjdkf I think I could develop on their inner feelings more than in the comic form

Before posting the first part I didn't realize people had such strong opinions on how this would play out lmaooo

imo, of course Zoro wants to fight Sanji, not with actual intent to harm (they threaten each other on the daily, come on), but because that's how they are together, how they communicate. He respects Luffy's decisions and their goal here, which is to learn what's really going on with Sanji, but he's gonna be pissy about it all he wants. They both have so many intense and conflicted feelings about this and neither has any idea how to resolve them. So they fight.

ofc yall are free to headcanon this interaction any other way you want <333