starter call for one of the star seeker muses (danica, calyx, & ronin)!
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Guess what I've been doing last night (and by last night I mean I couldn't sleep and got up again at 1 am and was awake 'till 5am or smth.... :D told ya my sleep schedule is in shambles by now)
Yeaah..I am actually suprised it took me this long to squeeze them onto my most favorite universe of all...so..yeah.. hit the old fantasy- and witcher playlist and well...the mind was loong gone..at this point... I feel like this is not really 100% Witcher-verse, but also a bit Skyrim-ish?...something in between but def. fantasy like..
So what came from it are some messy sketches I like very much :D even if Hoshina is a little T-posing, lol, but that's OK..
I love how I'm not even putting the names in anymore.. xD you should now my fav bois by now hopefully...
since I totally stole that badass posture from Zhen Qu'S fanart, I feel like I at least should tag the reference - LOOK at it it's amazing <3
I wonder if I will continue the series this time, 'cause I'd love to give Narumi a proper armour and there's a certain forest elve I'd like to add as well, BUT I know my adhd brain, and I'm making no promises here..
(and def. no more allnighters, I need to get my schedule fixed, I'm at a Con this weekend, I need to get up at DECENT times god dammit)
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processing ep 11 one day at a time and idk i was just really reminded of how fig’s an only child too
and this isn’t really all that significant considering the party (given that adaine and kristen are the only ones with siblings); fabian’s been talking to podcasts alone in the manor and riz has been locking in on extracurriculars and cases but like fig had her self-concept twisted in on itself right on the cusp of a new chapter in life. and i think it’s great that the doubt she felt when her horns came in, she thinks it’s sacred. a tool for rebirth. but does she have any reason to believe looking inward is productive? as someone who can literally change her reflection? she’s a wonderful and compelling person in her own right now but where are her friends from when she was a preppy preteen, who invited her to every party until she wasn’t a bubbly wood elf anymore? what did she carry over from that life? was she more introspective then? maybe she attached that to who she was. maybe she’s barred herself from it because she’s not that person anymore. maybe she can’t sit with all the selves she’s had inside her because the magnitude of all the personas she’s invented and reinvented have muddled her identity into this convoluted curdled thing. and it is by far the easiest thing to direct all the fiendish energy and power and personality outward, to her friends, to school, to solving the mystery. and so she disappears.
ANYWAY avoiding max falling damage into your bedroom thanks to the gift you gave your president is as good a start to self-reflection as any right????
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There is something that I saw in a fanfiction (smut of course) that I would love to experience…
Some kind of magic flashlight targets me, with both holes just held in a cylindrical tube. Both holes twitching as if they can see you staring at me.
You blow gently against my cunt and while I’m eating in a public place I feel a shiver but think nothing about it. In the privacy of your bedroom but watching me through a protection, you gently touch the outside and petting the labia. I startle and start looking around, trying to find the origin of the touch.
As you keep touching, I keep on being increasingly panicked that I am getting fingered in public, and despite the circumstances I am getting wet. When your fingers finally breach my hole, I quickly cover my mouth to muffle my moan. Trying to avoid any more embarrassment I slap some cash onto the table and rush out, food only half finished.
Driving home frantically while brightly flushed, I keep squirming and when I get home I can’t remember anything about the drive except the edging pleasure. The moment I’m in the bedroom I strip completely, and before I can collapse onto the bed you stick your giant cock inside.
This time I can’t muffle my scream, both in pleasure and pain as I come for the first time around you. The flashlight in your hand starts to squelch as you keep pounding into me. Suddenly it stops, leaving me panting. A gentle kiss touches my asshole, and I suddenly freeze. Nobody has touched there before. A finger starts prodding at me, and I frantically grab the lube and trying to make sure you don’t go in dry, tears in my eyes from the helplessness I feel to stop this from happening.
The first time my asshole got penetrated by your dick it hurt so much, the muscles getting ripped open and some red streaks appear. Yet as the pounding continues, it starts to feel good. My hand reaches down and starts frantically rubbing my clit and three fingers easily fit into my pussy after your dick ruined my hole.
All of the stimulation, both in my pussy and ass makes me constantly moan, and I come for the third time squirting all over my face. You keep on using the flesh light, with inhuman stamina. Even having come three times, I chase the next one until the fourth orgasm is almost painful with overstimulation. And yet you keep going.
Exhausted, I lay all the way back on my pillows and wet sheets, moaning all the while. I completely go limp and just take the rough treatment of my ass, shuddering when you reach up and start pinching at my clit. I groan and start to plead with the invisible force that is fucking me, begging with my horse voice to let me go. My fifth orgasm is hardly noticed, simply a tightening of my ass and pussy and trembling all over. Eventually I pass out from sheer exhaustion.
I wake up, absolutely sticky with my dried squirt juices on my body, face, and hair. I slowly roll out of bed, all my muscles protesting. Stumbling into the shower I watch in fascination as your cum and my blood slowly drip down my thighs and onto the shower floor. Clearly, you’ve kept fucking me while I was asleep, and I unconsciously lick my lips.
You still have the flesh light, will I be at your mercy again? How far will you take it? I can’t help but moan a bit in anticipation of what’s to come.
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[ID: two pieces of digital fanart depicting Luz and Belos from the owl house dressed as Sarah and Jareth from Labyrinth (1986), respectively. They're wearing the costumes from the hallucination/ballroom scene. In the first piece Luz stands in the foreground with her skirt bunched in her fists, facing towards us but looking at something out of frame. She has a necklace of her egg palismen and a rod of Asclepius hairpin, and is wearing her white vans under her ballgown. Belos stands behind her in shadow, looking down at her and holding up a light glyph. The background is black. The second image is the same piece except with no shading, more vibrant colours and a purple background. End ID] @toh-described
🦉💫Don't tell me truth hurts little girl/Cause it hurts like hell🔮🌟
Labyrinth au!! Honestly surprised I've never seen one of these before?? feels very fitting. But I guess I'm the only one w/ this specific brainrot cocktail lol
(DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I WILL EXPLODE YOUR EYEBALLS💥)
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