#and im out of practice

[solidagold]

I'm sick and I spent the whole day drawing a comic about it but with no internet for my computer I can't upload it here. Sad!

[bun33ri3]

OPTCG 4 EVER

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[witchkittymeow]

🪤

[gunstellations]

encounter (3/?)

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[itsnicsalad]

grom lumity redraw bc my school ball was on saturday^^ second slide was from 2020

[snoozyfruit]

🌙🪽✨✨

[perfectly-cell-centric]

Cell showing off more of his Goku traits tickles my brain. I feel like this was a missed opportunity on TFS's part in HFIL's first episode. It was set up so perfectly, how could they not?? Well I fixed it XD

[puppppppppy]

basement guys

[mako-the-zora]

masks that bring happiness to everyone!

[meowpupp]

read at your own risk (I'm terribly out of practice)

uhhhhh... blah, blah, blah-

owner!price who enforces a new rule, banning you and pup!kyle from kissing each other. he spends the next day watching his two pups desperately dry hump each other, Kyle's cock leaking in his boxers as he ruts against your drooling cunt. the pup almost cries, the slick heat of your cunt under your panties taunting him.

the pair of you can barely control yourselves, whimpering as you try to press every inch of your skin against the others. it's a cute scene, the perfect entertainment for price as he burns through a fresh cigar. it's clear neither of you know what to do with yourselves, desperate to sloppily makeout and swap spit like you'd normally do.

instead, Kyle resorts to licking and drooling over your skin. his growls making you shiver as he holds you close, licking and sucking on your chubby cheeks but never kissing your pouty lips. he's a good boy, after all.

It's funny to price, really. he sometimes forgets his well trained pups are just horny little mutts in disguise.

[foxstens]

andrew handpicks robin for the foxes and robin becomes the last official member of the monsters and andrew gives robin his bed and robin sits with andrew and neil on the couch and andrew gives robin his knives and nicky leaves robin a key to the columbia house and robin becomes neil's best friend in neil's fifth year and wymack makes robin vice-captain then captain

[skunkes]

[sincerelybubbles]

"spence?"

"hm?"

"when did you get home?"

a more awake you would be squealing, thoroughly excited he came home early from his trip, but the early hours have hardly begun to bring light and you're struggling to even open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks still widen into a pleased smile though, turning into his warmth and humming, confused, when your hands find the rough fabric of his coat.

"a few hours ago," he says, voice rough, eyes still shut. one arm across his eyes, blocking the minuscule light, the other a vice around your waist. his voice is slow, deep in his chest, caught on the sleep he obviously wishes to keep. but he still turns his face toward the sound of your voice, smile creeping up at the corners of his lips, willing to entertain you despite his fatigue.

"are you still wearing your shoes?" you ask, voice teasing, scooting up in his arm to nudge your nose against the curve of his jaw. you press a kiss there, the point where his bone hits a right angle, lips tingling from the stubble you find.

"no," he says, voice honest, "i know better than that."

"no shoes, but your belt is still on?" you tease, fingers dragging across the leather. you don't care, not beyond a genuine concern for his comfort, but you enjoy teasing him in this way, skimming your lips across the rough skin of his chin in not-quite kisses.

"i took my gun off," he complains in a half-hearted groan, lifting his arm to peek at you out of the corner of one eye. "hi," he says, voice still soft, somehow deeper with affection, dimples the star of the show on his cheeks.

"hi," you say, tilting your head back and lifting your arm to cart your fingers through his mess of hair. "welcome home."

he smiles, reaching around with his other arm to gather you up and drag you across his chest in a bear hug, chuckling at the squeal you let out, sighing against your hair. he presses a firm kiss there, right above your ear.

"we will have to wash the sheets, though. it was really gross for me to not change, i was just exhausted, sorry."

[verflares]

i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.

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