#back to hellposting

[bizzzzznasty]

Dreamless nights

[npdkondraki]

just heard the news about authordraki... you poor soul 💀💀💀 wishing you a very hope the feeling of humiliation passes soon so you can peacefully go back to your usual hellposting

FERRET IM DYING. this sucks SHITTTTT this is so fucked and evil for me

[averycore]

i wanna create some weird emotional art. somethin visceral and nasty. but all i can force out of me is some funny animals making funny faces

[tenmyoujump]

sorry i keep posting abt this i’m just like oh my god i HATE these people

[hansolmates]

tingle (m)

summary; your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. at least his touch keeps the pain off your mind. pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f) genre/warnings; sexual tension, im tellin u being naked in front of your tattoo artist is something, pining, roleplay, soft dom!jk, descriptions of tattooing needles and the pain associated with it, rough language, man bun koo, really tender n slow lovin, mc has nice soft squishy boobies, heeavvyyy use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 1.3k a/n; we’ve unleashed tattoo artist!koo. it’s time. based on this hellpost that won’t leave my mind. first drabble for cami’s 7k share tyty

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When he touches your bare breast, he’s injecting more than just ink in your skin. 

By any means, this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve gotten tattoos before, in fact you remember how it took months for you to just let your mind kindly shut the fuck up so you could finally pick something out. You realized back then that there would never be a perfect placement or meaningful design that you had to cling to in order to get it done. Sometimes you have to do things simply because it feels right. 

Yet lying down on the leather bed, petal-covered tits out and free to grab (and he does, for leverage) you feel like a tattoo newbie as he angles the needle into your skin.

Jungkook’s fast and quick, they say. It’s why you chose him for this particular piece, a blooming lily in three parts, from a bud to a bloom that starts from the bottom of your sternum to the tops of your breasts. You’ve heard stories about how the sternum is the most painful area to ink, but you’ve had this idea in mind for literal years and you still haven’t been able to shake it off. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss him after seeing how beautiful the design looked on his iPad, but for the sake of professionalism you simply nodded your head and said you loved it. You’re sure it’s highly inappropriate to lay one on your tattoo artist for just doing their job. 

You wish you could see the ink as he’s working, but at the same time you’re excited to see the final project once it’s completely done. The only thing you can stare at is his face, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes every centimeter of his available space, making sure the shading is perfect as he goes in with his magnum. His eyes are bright and clear despite being in the shadows as he bends over your form, and the tips of his long hair wink against your vision as they pull out of his messy bun. 

“This part’s gonna hurt the most,” Jungkook mumbles more to himself than you, seemingly in a trance as he lifts his needle from the finished bud. The half-bloom sits right at the middle, and when he presses his finger in the spot you try not to visibly wince. The bone’s right there and you’ve already shed a couple tears from the first half hour. 

“I’ll try not to squirm,” you steel yourself, curling your toes as you prepare for the next round of needling. 

“Oh don’t worry, if you squirm I’ll just pin you down.” 

You could swear Jungkook’s squishes your breast a little firmer as he says that, but you chalk it up to him going back in and needing to move it around to touch up the inked bud. It’s not like he’ll fuck you on this table, the pain must be making you some kind of delusional if you’re fantasizing about your tattoo artist.  

Five minutes later he nicks you in a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. You can’t help but shift away, kicking your legs. He's by his words, and Jungkook’s hand unflinchingly clamps down on your breast, pushing you into the leather. From the corner of your eye, you see the way your skin bubbles between Jungkook’s inked fingers, the fat from your breast practically spilling over his knuckles. 

Neither of you say anything as he switches needles, opting for a thinner one in order to start the illustration. 

Once the sharp metal pricks your skin, you exhale. Your eyes open slightly to see a thin smile veiled onto Jungkook’s petal pink lips. 

“Good girl,” it rolls off his tongue like honey and butter, and you have to clench your thighs and press every centimeter of your body to the table in order to not flip your shit. 

It hurts, obviously. The needle goes straight to your heart, akin to the heat that pools between your thighs as you repeat his praise over and over in your head. You feel your bones vibrate in your chest as he goes in, but you want to do well for him so you force yourself to stay put. 

You’re sure he means nothing by the nickname–or pet name in your dirty mind. Jungkook and all the other artists in Jamais Vu are known to be flirty when they want to. You’re sure he’s said that to dozens of other customers, considering his books are always full and his Instagram is filled with attractive men and women inked in the most intimate of areas. 

“You say that to all your customers?” you finally pull the question from your throat, Jungkook taking a wet paper towel to rub away the excess ink. You fight your contented sighs as the cold fabric soothes your burn. 

He hums, drifting away from your body to zoom in his perched iPad. “Only the cute ones,” he teases lightly, and you hold your breath for the rest of the appointment. 

Jungkook’s slow and steady. 

“Whoever did that tatt must be a freakin’ genius,” Jungkook says between pumps, tugging your right breast to the side to marvel at the finished work. The adhesive bandage gleams in the low light of your shared bedroom, due to the television displaying a muted version of My Hero Academia with all it’s vast explosions and super-powered rocket thrusters. 

The only thrusting you’re concentrating on however, is the tender, thick drag of Jungkook’s cock slipping in and out of your wet folds. 

“Y-yeah I guess,” you whimper when he swipes his thumb over the nipple, and his dips down to give your new flowers tiny, petal soft kisses, “the artist was trying to hit on me, though. I could’ve sworn he was trying to cop a feel during our session.” 

“What a loser,” he chuckles at the running joke, his large hand dipping to the edge of your tummy. He links pinkies with yours along the way, and the both of you moan at the vision of where you couple between each other’s thighs. Thrust for thrust, his dick bulges and bloats your tummy in a way that has him gleaming with want. “Did you tell him you have a loving, far more talented boyfriend?” 

“Ah, n-no,” it’s clearly the wrong answer, as Jungkook slips away from you and sits on his calves, thick golden thighs expanding tauntingly as he strokes his heady member right between your eyes.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he sighs, as if disappointed with your choices. 

“I am a good girl,” you whine, “your good girl.” 

“Then tell me what you’re really thinking.” 

Your teasing, sexy boyfriend makes no moves to touch you, pretending to be wrapped up in his own pleasure. His mouth parts, jaw slackening as his eyes flutter shut when the motion starts to increase in pace. 

“Mm, would’ve—would’ve let him fuck me on the tattoo bed if he asked,” you mentally beg for him to open your eyes and watch you, but you can’t wait. Your fingers travel across your stomach and down to sensitive bud, rubbing the slick pearl, “y-yes, really wanted him—no, I really wanted you to bend me over in front of everyone, Jungkook. P-please, I’m so good, l-let me cum–” 

Your ministrations stop as soon as Jungkook’s hand covers your own. He never got particularly rough, but his grip is firm as he replaces your hand with his own. His eyes are blown wide, his hand sticky with your combined arousals. 

“Stop moving,” he whispers in your ear, and you tamp the urge to cry when he pinches your clit,  “or else I’m gonna have to pin you down again.” 

[cyanidas]

Patreon update pending... (and also; happy Lunar New Year, and welcoming of Black History Month!)

I’ve not accessed my Patreon in forever since my frequent months-long mental health breaks - SO... since I’m back on the plinko horse riding into cringe streamer hell, i Do wanna revisit Patreon and give it some much-needed love, tidying up, perks, so on. 

I don’t think any of yall are able to do any Patreon anything?? which is completely ok!! but i do wanna tend to the lil garden i left neglected on there :p so that you or whoever will know it’ll always be there in case you feel like tossing a few coins my way ;x

I’m switching the darn thing to $1/mo first and foremost. but other plans I have are gonna stay in the works / on the drawing board for now !! (pun intended hehehe) and the same goes for Kofi, too!

THAT being said I hope everyone has been doing alright, and staying healthy. Shit’s been shits, and thats FAR beyond an understatement. If you’re wondering about my silence, it is genuinely because the state of the world and my life has had me so busy and so freaked out... but I’m feeling much better as of late, hence... this and my recent activity >v>

I wanted to try and clean up the negativity on my board, here. I want to wish you all a wonderful new year, solar and lunar but mostly Lunar cause it’s so recent... and we’re now back in black history month; a month of supporting black creativity, learning from our history and from ourselves, and doing our best to make and support positive change. I’m just some white voice in a sea of blue hellposts but I always want to do my best to uplift others where I can, and use my voice’s leverage to make way for others.

We’ve lost a lot of people. A lot of friends, and family, and pieces of ourselves. However, society is recovering, and doing so in a blaze of fury and pride, self love and self worth. We may not get every change we need, but we may get something done, and soon. Never give up on your hope. If you still hold the hope of a better future within you, if you do all you’re able to do to see that through to fruition and nurture your fire, I will always be proud of you. Never forget that.

[wienerlicious]

my coworker showed me this fucking tumblr earlier that’s, like, the worst of my era of tumblr.  that 2009-2013 shit.  and it was resurfacing the worst types of memories in the best type of way.

so i just finished up at work, got back to my computer, and opened tumblr for the first time in a fat fucking minute.

and guess whose hellpost (that was once at 800k+ notes, iirc?) has been resurrected?  guess which post is my entire activity?  and guess what blog’s fault it is?

[ponyokid]

hello tumblr i logged back on just to see the destiel hellposts

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

They remember yall

If you didnt like me at my "the floor is lava" you dont deserve me at "spock but hes fucking feral"

[bb-digital]

Have you heard of the hellposts they wish to dine with you? They have wish great thing upon you. Gifts beyond your wildest dreams. Love deeper than the deepest trench. Friendship stronger than the strongest man. Kindness as infinite as the Universe. A heart as gold as the sun. Many great things it seems. How you have gotten there blessing I have no clue. But for now, you have many great gifts given to you. Don't throw them away. Otherwise, you will never get them back. You will be great.

Whoever sent me this, I will follow those rules-

[goldensunset]

anyway peach happy valentine’s day uwu!

👉right back at you 👉

also ty for all your funny replies to that controversy hellpost it really made my day

[averycore]

don’t fucking reblog my posts unless i say you can

[tenmyoujump]

why do y’all keep liking my hellposts slkfjklsdjfldsjfklsjdflk

seriously i come back and find out one crap post that i forgot about got like 70 notes... which is almost the most i’ve ever gotten i think??

[everyone-needs-a-hoopoe]

anon ask and submit are back on since the hellpost notes seeeeem to have died down let’s hope i don’t regret this

[i-dont-need-socks-mom]

Gonna bring back this hellpost even though its fucking March

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

[queerpyracy]

I do want to talk about something re: the hellpost

the church i grew up in has never been “loudly” hostile about their bigotry. because i’m from a family that’s ingrained in the area’s local history, and that church in particular, if i went back as an out and proud queer, it’s unlikely anyone would say anything to my face, but that doesn't change the fact that I know one of the families there pulled their kids out of my mom's 4-H group because one of the other kids had lesbian moms, or that I know the pastor previous to the one I grew up with got kicked out because he was too pro-gay. not saying something To Me would be the result of hyper-local social privilege and calvinist passive aggression, not progressive politics. it wouldn't stop anyone from talking behind my back, or keeping their kids from hanging out with me. 

and while the church i grew up in may have been a lot quieter about their conservatism, I had exposure to other churches in my area. the woman who babysat me and my sister is an evangelical baptist, and she got us involved in awanas at her church. a classmate who was sort of a friend for many years vocally was upset that we were required to learn evolution in our biology class.

the town i grew up in/continue to live in is inundated with a very particular brand of american protestantism & evangelicalism and, while it's not a large town, it'd be purposefully obtuse to assume that all those small towns like mine don't add up to something larger. there’s a reason stereotypes of US christians are what they are.

it affects people who never even set foot inside of those churches. it affects the politics of parts of the town that are ostensibly supposed to be secular, like the public school i went to. in middle school we had to attend an abstinence assembly. our sex-ed curriculum specifically excluded anything lgbtq. there were people on the schoolboard who Hated that they didn't have any legal room to shut down the GSA, which was only ever about six people hanging out once a week when I was there. there are cultural assumptions built into people who went to that school who have never even gone to a christmas or easter service.

so, frankly, i find it absurd to accuse me of not having any experience outside of the passive-aggressive presbyterian congregation i was baptized in. i received exposure to members of many different congregations, from people who literally believed premarital sex would admit demons into your body to my pastor who talked about jesus' "sense of humor" in our confirmation class. I may not know all the faces of conservative christianity in america, but i feel pretty fucking confident in saying that i know a lot of them