#hhhhfuck.

[frosteee-variation]

found a good few beads lying around and decided to make a little robot out of them!Probably going to paint it later after it dries, but so far it’s looking pretty funky.

I do not have the hand stability to work on any sort of delicate small scale but! Good enough!!

[andromedasummer]

this shit sucks. tomorrow is a stay in bed and set up a writing blog day. mend my clothes day. move some boxes day.

[coridallasmultipass]

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[the-void-has-questions]

I know bedtime revenge procrastination is real bc I want nothing more than to read the entirety of a 79k word fic right now but that’s NOT gonna happen because I am a functional adult (lying) and I have shit to do tomorrow

[prettyb0ycvnt]

nerd loser dom and sub duo omg... we r undefeatable. seeing u and other subs in your asks is so hot. pathetic as fuck but thats what makes it so hot ( ´ཀ` ) cant help but imagine you reading asks and humping ur pillow desperately or touching urself through your soaking underwear. wish i could be between ur thighs and tease ur tcock til youre begging me to fuck you deep into your bed. what a good little boytoy, wet and ready to be pounded at anytime, arent you, pup? ill be sure youre covered in pretty bruises and filled with cum in all holes when im done <3

btw, r u into the concept of being stalked/watched? just for future reference

-👾

hfjdnfnghhhh god i've read this sososo many times with the intention of responding to it but literally every time i've tried, i've always ended up with my legs squeezed tight nd my hips grinding into my mattress !??? sooo your imagination proves to be exactly like reality...!! hhhhfuck my brain has gone sososo fuzzy rn godd i need that,,, and mhm!!!! yes!!!! i'm ready n willing to be used at any time, i swear!! not even just willing,, its more like a desperate need to have my pretty puppycunt filled as much as possible..!! feeling dizzy. feeling weak. goddhjdjg imagining being all marked up nd claimed by you, dripping with your cum,, getting all hot n bothered just thinking about it >_< ..!?!?

(and i am!!! very much so!!)

[littledoggyboy]

My sir is making me pump my cunt rn and hhhhfuck it’s getting so puffy and sensitive…and I’m still not gonna be allowed to touch tonight. :(((

[jadipose]

How's 3? Bam!

crck-crck-crck! The sound of fabric tearing starts slow, then builds in pitch as Porrim cries out in obvious discomfort and pleasure, her bra finally giving up the ghost and letting her massive chest bound free, hanging down over her waistband in the silken prison

O+hhhhfuck, that's so+ much better...

[badass-sunshine]

I may be a mess but at least I'm cute

[leatherbookmarking]

a wild concept because i got sad and i WILL practice zanzan levels of acrobatics to unsad myself: what if jrs lives and he’s a lan but he’s Not jingyi. like idk. jgy suspects something’s going to Happen and he puts a couple of neat little (but powerful) charms on him and has someone drop him off in some village. that way he has approximately as much of a chance of living as in jinlintai, in theory. here he can simply die of hunger, unnoticed, but if someone chooses to take him, they can be poor, he can fall ill, maybe someone murders him simply, because it just happens; in jinlintai, well. well.

so the boy who used to be jin (name) courtesy rusong grows up with elderly parents; he doesn’t remember his first dad or mom, although he can do the things a normal, healthy child his age could do; it’s as if he just came into existence at the age of (insert age), out of thin air. but he’s very thankful to the parents that found him, and he helps his father at work and his mother at cooking and taking care of their little house. for some reason, he also has a penchant for arts and books -- he always points it out when he thinks something’s pretty, and he has such a memory for stories and news, even though no one’s taught him that. outside of that, he’s a bit of an airhead and can be shy around other kids, but eventually he warms up to them and sometimes he goes with them to the river, or just wanders around (but he has to come back before it gets really dark). he doesn’t make many good friends, in fact, the other boys sometimes seem to forget he exists, or struggle with recalling his name, and the girls -- well, it’s almost like they don’t even notice he’s a boy! which is not something he’s telling his parents, but it’s a bummer either way. still -- it doesn’t stop him from hanging out with others, having fun and so on, so he lives on, why not.

the boy who used to be jin rusong hears, of course, about cultivators, and like every child his age he’s absolutely smitten by them as a concept, claiming there’s no job in the world better than being a cultivator, possibly even a wandering one because that way no one tells you what to do and you’re so powerful and you can do whatever you want! etc etc, although if he had the chance he guesses he could also be a disciple because it’s TOTALLY COOL too. they have those uniform colored robes, isn’t that neat? you see a dude in gold/yellow and you go oooooo it’s a jin disciple! or in blue or purple and it’s a jiang fella. the jiang sect is cool, they have so many colors and stuff it would be nice to be a jiang disciple and yunmeng is said to be great in summer, save for the humidity

so years pass and he’s maybe like around fifteen, and his father has passed away so he’s just living with his old mom. and he’s finishing it up in the field when he hears a scream from the house and he runs but there’s no more screaming and he hopes that it’s because it’s alright now, maybe mother has saw a mouse or slipped and fell--but someone grabs him by his collar and there are lights coming from inside his house, and more screams but those are definitely not his mother’s, and then it’s all blurry because sometime around being caught and being released he began to cry, but -- hello, we’re lan cultivators, there’s been a bloodthirsty fucking Thing and it chose your mother to feed, our condolences.

and maybe there’s some senior disciple with them who’s feeling particularly bad about this village dude who’s just lost his old mother -- if she was this old and he’s this young, then he must have been really, really loved, and the disciple just realizes how much it sucks, why isn’t hanguang-jun there to solve this problem somehow, aughhh he’s not that much older than this newly-minted orphan boy! anyway, they end up taking him with them.

well, he’s grieving, so he’s not the best partner for either conversation or travel, but in general, the senior disciple notices he’s kind of smart and listens with rapt attention when they talk about cultivator stuff -- for example, when he explains something to the juniors -- so he hopes that maybe he’ll do as a disciple, even though he’s like. old. too old. ohh god what has he done

also, he’s got something on his face. on his whole person, really, and the senior disciple isn’t sure what it is, but--it’s definitely something. if he had to be super specific, well, his features are pretty plain, but it’s unnerving how he can’t really describe his face once he stops looking at him. normally he’d be able to say -- oh, he’s had a round or square face, thin or bushy eyebrows, broad or thin nose, but with this dude? nothing. is wei-qianbei’s horrible memory starting to rub off on him? is this village kid who’s never interacted with a cultivator carrying a curse on himself? who knows! that is. probably hanguangj-jun will know. gotta bring it to him

and then they come back, only for one of the elders, who’s just happened to be outside, to take one (1) look at the poor dude, go “hey, what the fuck is that” and wave a hand, sending the kid sprawling onto the floor in a cloud of dust. the meaning of “hey, what the fuck is that” in this case means “this child is clearly under some appearance-altering spell and it displeases me greatly that he’s been a/ let in like this, b/ apparently smart enough to get past the notice of our disciples? hm? hm? what the fuck?”.

she suspects those kids just casually brought back a sad victim of a monster, like the cloud recesses were a cheap inn and not a prestigious place of learning, withouth checking if he’s completely free of any residue ghost/monster fuckeries, and she’s very, very disappointed. she doesn’t expect him to just... stay horizontal, motionless but breathing, staring into the space with wide eyes and most importantly, looking very much like a child of his parents

[earlgreyandco]

Your blog is *chefs kiss* thank you for existing, i barely see any black butler content anymore so i appreciate you keeping this fandom aliveee - your friendly neighbourhood writer (hisbutlerisahunter)

ahhh thank u :’))) its getting harder for me to be motivated anymore though :( i haven't rlly thought about sebagni in a long time either 😭😭

[dipodiidae]

holy fuck im just doomscrolling and honestly my plan of offing myself within the next few years doesnt seem that bad

[elderberryblitz]

hhh, I've been using aidungeon for Lewd Shit all day, without touching myself, and now all I can think about is being pinned down, fucked and bred by a werewolf

[figofswords]

castlevania came into my house and stole my heart so expect more art 

[varthdater]

*accidentally invites Annoying Dude who has a crush on me to a party*

“Dude has joined the Party”

[jadipose]

Crack that puppy open!

With a grunt of exertion, Porrim opens the root beer, putting it up to her lips and beginning to drink. Her belly, already grotesquely distended, growls ominously as she drinks... and drinks... and drinks, stomach swelling visibly over the course of nearly a minute of chugging. When she finally stops for a breath, she pants and moans in obvious discomfort or pain, clutching at the round swell of her gut.

O+hhhhfuck, o+h fucking hell. I'm go+nna explo+de...

[tomogirl]

press on your bladder again!

HhhhfuCK-youuuuuuuu

😳😳😳😳😳