#leftside

[curryvillain]

.@LeftsideJA Is In A Fiesta Mood With "Wee"

It’s been a while since Producer/Recording Artist Leftside has stirred up the music scene, and it’s also been a while since his alter ego “Doctor Evil” caused some mischief. While the villainous side will soon emerge, the party side is ready to mingle and have some fun. Leftside stepped out recently with the new single, “Wee“. In a performance video directed by Icey Jace Films, Leftside is all…

[afrotumble]

Leftside - Dubplate - Little Lion Sound - Wap Dem

[coldgoldlazarus]

Turns out taking the less circuitous route around the room works so much better, who knew?

[quitter-skeen]

[6slux]

cut the cameras | 2.2k

pairing; onyankopon x BLACK!INFLUENCER!READER

synopsis; you try and fail to record for your channel but a surprise visitor distracts you.

cw! 18+, black!fem!reader, plug!onyankopon, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), p in v sex, consensual filming, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, fiancé!onyankopon, rimming

“welcome back, pixies”, you pause slightly, voice syrupy-sweet, “…to another get ready with me!”, curved acrylics wave at the camera’s lens.

sunday evenings were reserved for you and onyankopon’s date nights. no matter how hectic your schedules get- time was made.

“today i’m jus’ doing a quick light beat. a lil’ something for my man and i’s bowling date”, draped behind you is a lavender-padded backdrop. the plush material lines a corner of your shared bedroom.

opposite of that sits a pink Sony ZV-1, with the motion-tracking tripod to match. the very one you swooned over to onyankopon after watching numerous reviews. that very same Christmas the heavy box sat underneath the tree with a sparkly bow attached.

nerves still manage to swell in the pit of your belly, despite this being your tenth video for your channel. there were only going to be 20,000 eyes on you, after all. while getting dolled-up was second nature, showcasing it to the digital world required transparency.

“as always I’m startin’ with my Mac Studio Radiance Primer. y’all when i tell you this thing acts like a barrier on my skin”, you swear by the white bottle in the palm of your hand.

*squirt*- the milky substance spurts out on your left cheekbone. fingertips then massaging it into the copper freckles that splatter across your skin.

a leopard-print robe clings onto your body’s grooves. this newfound hobby of yours is a therapeutic one. something that helps the time passes when your fiancé is outside.

it’s comical just how soon the golden doorknob spins in your peripheral. the camera merely picks up step two as a shadow overcasts the leftside of the frame.

you don’t bat an eye in the man’s direction. onyankopon was keen on greetings no matter how short the distance. having already made several guest appearances on the channel thus far.

“‘m filmin’, ony,” you whine, lips betraying you as they spread into a soft grin. a deep chuckle rolls off of his pink tongue. thick digits already wrapping around your chin to bring your spacey eyes upwards. a tinge of weed lingers on him. the subtle scent wafting in with his rich, musky cologne.

the look you share makes your brush crumble to your lap. onyankopon’s pupils are filled with adornment each time they find you. after a long day of serving the block he gets to come home to you, who’s barely lifted a french tip. he leads a life of chaos to afford your luxurious one. to assure his baby can simply sit before a camera and look pretty. It’s the soft life you deserve; the least he can provide for someone so selfless.

“i know, ma. jus’ wanted to see if you was straight. to apologize for dipping out before you was up s’all,” he jests with sincerity, despite the amusement of his southern twang. it’s almost enough for you to believe him, yet his hold lingers on your tilted chin.

onyankopon will never get over how much your lash tech loves you. how each wispy strand highlights the shape of your doe eyes.

a nod is returned, not a hair misplaced in your slickback bun as you purse your lips together. the telling gesture causes him to swoop down and plant a kiss with his full ones.

he leaves—with nothing but the sheen from your lip balm with him. straight to the connected en suite onyankopon goes. the sound of water trickles softly a couple seconds later.

communication isn’t needy with you two. he makes his presence known, acknowledges your feelings, and then his sweatpant-clad thighs are out of the frame. soon, you’re peering back at that red dot. it picks up every single thing, except for the makeup look it’s intended to catch.

a soft sigh escapes your disheveled head as you duck underneath the vanity to find a lost brush. distractions gloss over as you apply foundation into the pores of your prepped skin. you speak fluently as your wrist works in the layers of your velvety base. viewers are assured that you’re using your go-to products; Fenty, Mac, and various other brands scattered messily.

somewhere between placing down your dark-cocoa liner and reaching for clear gloss—the bathroom door swings open. not just a creak, but the wood is forcefully pushed against. this causes your neck to snap towards the side of the camera. low and behold heavy steps knock against the acacia floor panels.

onyankopon’s rich skin glistens with wet droplets. his broad stature is bare with the exception of it’s intricate ink. a bushy happy trail leads to the fuzzy towel around his waist. he’s intentional as he makes his way to the spongy mattress. knowing movements pretend as if a gaze isn’t fixated on his flexing back muscles. curse how you melt beneath yourself- ogling at his back as he pays you no mind. at least that’s what your fiancé wants you to believe. teasingly he sorts through a pile of shirts in search for tonight’s contender. simultaneously, your passionate narration dies into a deafening silence.

“thought filmin’ was so damn important, ‘member, baby?”, he speaks deliberate and sarcastic. you can almost hear the smirk stretched across his face.

abruptly a needless reminder bounces off the bedroom wall. yet onyankopon’s shaded back is still turned towards you.

you snarl, “well it’s kinda hard with all the noise in my background”, covered arms now rest against your rising chest. a pregnant pause floods the space right before he’s completely turned and facing you. a lump settles in your throat as the giant paces the room to your side. annoyance has taken over his features, brows now furrowed to crease his nose bridge.

“aye, quit all that whining,” he retorts, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, betraying his playful intent. as if the towel-ridden man wasn’t trying to get you all riled up in your seat. that previous hold on your chin is returned. this time onyankopon’s opposite palm goes to drop his towel. “make me,” your counterattack is the final one that leaves your two-tone lips, eyes flickering between his challenging stare and the impending peril as the towel loosens its grip around his waist.

there’s no time to recount how you’ve gotten here. with the weight of onyankopon’s size drooping his engorged tip in your face. now an eucalyptus soap fills your nostrils, left hand already wrapped around his thick base. up and down—you drag along the ridges of his veins up and down. your torso is already twisted to face him. peach bottom pressing into your soles as you turn towards him-thighs flattening beneath you. the velvet bench to your vanity was now being used as a prop.

teasingly, your lips part an inch apart. just wide enough to press open-mouthed kisses onto the slit of onyankopon’s tip. pre-cum oozes out only to be lapped up by your hungry tongue. “w-what’s all this teasing? you was just big n’ bad a minute ago,” his fist wraps around himself, the other pressed your head closer. a soft shriek escapes before onyankopon clogs the back of your throat. his chiseled hips thrust, giving you no time to prepare yourself. he sets a pace that’s mean and ruthless—it has your saliva foaming around his deep veins like a fountain.

in a teary-eyed blink, your mouth is stuffed full. he’s so relentless as he drags your wetness along his shaft. wet, slick noises erupting as you hollow your cheeks and cup his balls. a familiar spaciness fogs your head as you bob against his shallow thrusts. “right there-fuck, this throat so damn tight...”

he holds you against him, half of his dick disappearing as your muscles convulse around his girth. and you stay there for what feels like forever- a gagging fit forcing onyankopon to lazily pull you off. “ony…need you”, tone now softened by lust, you look up with big, shiny eyes. spit dribbles down your chin as you use a palm to massage the moisture into onyankopon‘s length. his own chest is rising and falling- animating your italicized name that resides over his heart.

beneath your breathless plea is the sight of your robe unraveling on its own. how could ony resist the way your cleavage spills out of the silk. the way your naked thighs stick together from your honey. with a curious grin, he dips down and latches his forearm around your midsection. gently your fiancé picks you up until your heels can wrap around his torso. his hold is strong and protective—bringing you a couple feet away to lay flat on the edge of the mattress.

now, the forgotten camera hones in on onyankopon’s perfect ass while he rids you of the sheer coverup. you’re helpless beneath him as he towers over you, knees to your chest. “nah, don’t do all that cryin’. act like you run shit for ya lil’ fans,” your soft groans earn you an eye roll, his darkened pupils now taking in every inch of glowy skin. all you can do is look up at the spinning ceiling, his tip taps against your fat folds.

“need to feel all of you, bae…please need my husband,” that little nickname of yours. husband—one that reminded the man of what was to come in a couple months. all the blood, sweat, teary nights and fucking money to make your big day special. countless of long meetings and bridal arrangements. cake tastings and floral pickings. all to officially marry the man of your fairytales. the very same one who swore he didn’t believe in marriages. he’d seen the concept as a scam up until he met you. now as whipped as can be; he strictly referred to you as his wife, his heart, his everything.

onyankopon‘s dick sinks into you like the final piece to a tedious puzzle. his head presses into your velvet walls as you mewl against your pursed lips. “like that? you feel that? feel what you do to me?,” one palm’s wingspan spreads behind your knees to keep them pinned. it gives him sight of the way your walls flutter around his thick dick. “jesus, ma. s’only half of it…need you to loosen up for me. i know she greedy as can be,” the stretch burns, your restrained legs weakly defend with a slight twitch. “fuc-k, ony you so deep can’t- can’t take anymo…,” both of your fists grip either sides of the sheet, head thudding back into a pile of freshly washed polos.

it’s like the masochist feeds off of your cries. onyankopon‘s other palm guides him through your wetness. a permanent furrow stays with him as he tries to make sense of the tightness. he’ll never get over how unforgiving your body is—like a wave of amnesia washes over the cunt he’s been buried in countless of times. “there you go, knew you could do it. take it, take it,” he repeats, a hand finding your waist now that your mound presses to his coarse pubes. onyankopon stills for all of several seconds. he snorts as your distorted expression tries to turn to the wrinkled duvet. the way the camera frames the sight of you coming undone off of stillness—silence, is amusing.

“what you pushing me away fo? we’re jus’ getting started, ma”, your nails shove beneath his navel, “we can always turn this shit into onlyfans whenever…,” that’s when it dawns upon you. you’re so fucked out that your fuzzy head shoots up and meets the tiny, red dot. onyankopon takes the epiphany as he’s not doing enough. he suddenly snaps his hips all the way back—leaving you with the trace of fullness. then, he thrusts back in with one, fluid motion. “mmh-ph!”, the wind is gutted from your deflated chest. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve came, but the puddle beneath your ass grows damper.

“shit…shit’s so…ugh,” the figure above you is soon reduced to incoherent whimpers. onyankopon lazily thumbs your second hole as he tries to keep up with his slowed pace. the way you clench and weep around him is going to be the death of him—he’s certain of it. when your eyes flutter open you’re met with his bobbing adam’s apple. his neck is blindly held back and his strokes are by the grace of God. “goddamn, ma. ‘m nutting, fuck i‘m nutting,” he huffs in twos, feet grounded into the tan rug beneath and knees locked. his base kisses your pussy one last time before you feel that dewy sensation. like a ragdoll your knees drop to the side. onyankopon gets ahold of your waist when he pulls out. a mixture of release seeps to your folds and down the side of the bed.

“hold up, peach. gonna get you cleaned so we can head out,” his raspy voice is drained and raw. for a moment you let him believe you two are stepping foot out of the house. he turns to head to the bathroom, but a grip around his wrist stops him. “again,” your canting blinks betray your eagerness, each one slower than the last. deep laughter erupts from onyankopon‘s inked sternum; only to resume his movement. his footsteps gyrate the entire, humid bedroom. instead of continuing to the bathroom, ony stops at the rolling device. with the click of a button the lens fades and retracts inwards. “i can’t give away all my best shots wit’ my woman”.

[craftpunktabby]

I got the opportunity to make Inspekta for an art trade with @rooniegrumps and I decided to cram as much as I could into it :D I was so excited to make this and had so much fun using his design to my advantage!

I put all the spoilers along with sewing talk under the cut. But here is default Inspekta :)

I felt it was only fitting to have Inspekta be a two sided plush given his reveal. I really lucked out that his head shape didn't change or else this wouldn't have worked 😅. I also forgot to retake all these photos after I put the tail bandage on. So oops sorry about that.

Okay now to the fun part! If I was going to do Boss Fight Inspekta I knew I had to reference the reveal!!!! I made his torso black and sewed the black inner lining to the back of the otherside and onto the sides so the body will blend into the jacket.

The jacket is secured shut through magnets. On the right side I used the letter set and wanted poster to create pockets to put the magnets in. Had to double up on the magnets in the wanted poster due to the embroidery adding to the thickness.

With the leftside I just made black felt pockets that blended in pretty well. With the hands I used the ink splatter as a way to make pockets so that the hands can cover up the space where the magnets are. The black representing the ink he wrote the letters in. The red being paint, but now that I think about it, it could be ketchup as well. Regardless it was meant to show he's been caught red handed. Then I came up with Godpoke when I ran out of things that could be on his hands 😅

I also couldn't make Inspekta without adding in a hidden Hector :) I forgot to take a picture of him after I finished, so ignore the lack of hands 😅. I wanted to have this be Hector looking through The Rift which is why the back of the hand is white.

[sallllltywater]

Third character of the game Historic: the road eternal

Maker of hands

The Maker of Hands is an Ensu who has removed their limbs from the elbow and knees, then learned the power of smithing their own magical hands using a small golden hammer. These hands glow and float around the Handsmith. The Maker of Hands can then use them to enact magic, fight with many hands a fist-fighter, and dance through the battlefield.

They can either follow the path of the Eye, engaging in spells, or the path of the Hand, becoming capable fighters with their many hands.

(The character design draft and the moment i realize how much they suitable to be Ratsune Squeaku)

Joke aside this character did give me quite the headache for mix the design of dancer and handsmith, the cracked plate holding by the metal "arm" is their anvil and the hammer is held by the tail.

The hammer, as their specific road tool, from the hammer end it can create magic hands by light knocking(of course unless you wanna crack the ribs underneath the plate) and the pointy end n the other side can shattered the existing hands.

Also worth to mention is their mount, a motorcycle, without hands and forearm to hold the handle so they need to lean low onto this weird machine, leg lock to the side. The wheel is the aeonic angel's ring, dripping oil all the time and as long as it is not dead, the motorcycle can run as fast as it could. (showing on the leftside of this riding on road card, the right side good boy will be introduced next)

(the crowdfunding will be end on April 4)

[spiribia]

does someone care to explain to me how the leftside pad of my sports bra escaped in the wash, curved around to the other side, and inserted itself into the narrow opening, unfolded, and joined the existing rightside pad so they were spooned together when i found them. i hate love so you can't do that here

[toerrishumansodont]

More worm corner

Ceaseless Toiling at the Worm Factory again

[chic-a-gigot]

Beaux-arts des modes, no. 6, novembre 1935 (New York, Paris, London, Milano, Wien, Bruxelles). Modèles Originaux. Bibliothèque nationale de France

1273 Ball robe in silk jersey. Long scarves, half-moon shaped strass buckles. Leftside ascending tunic. 1273a Long velvet cape with cowl and mink banding.

[sunivaa]

hi! can i ask what hair is used on the leftside sim (melody skirt, mia stockings) in the chloe pack? thanks in advance!

Hey! Yes, this Hair and this Accessory Bangs

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: fourteen rectangular flags with seven evenly-sized stripes each. the middlemost stripe has a vertical rainbow gradient inside it. the leftside flags are just the stripes, while the rightside flags have the crayola logo in the center. each flag has these top three stripes: dull green, warm green, and warm yellow. the first and second flags have these bottom three stripes: pastel yellow, light yellow, and golden yellow. the third and fourth flags have these bottom three stripes: light pink, cool pink, and dark pink. the fifth and sixth flags have these bottom three stripes: light dull teal, medium teal, and dull teal. the seventh and eighth flags have these bottom three stripes: pastel purple, light purple, and dull purple. the ninth and tenth flags have these bottom three stripes: light teal, dull teal, and dark teal. the eleventh and twelfth flags have these bottom three stripes: pastel blue, light blue, and cool grey. the thirteenth and fourteenth flags have these bottom three stripes: pastel green, mint green, and dull green. END ID.]

dandelioncrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "dandelion"!

wildstrawbecrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "wild strawberry"!

robineggcrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "robin's egg blue"!

wisteriacrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "wisteria"!

tropiraincrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "tropical rain forest"!

cornflowercrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "cornflower"!

seagreencrayolic: a gender related to the crayola crayon shade "sea green"!

none of these were coined by me! as far as i know, they were all coined by @orxngecrxshback before their blog got terminated. i haven't seen most of these on any archive blogs (with the exception of dandelioncrayolic, which was posted with a smaller image quality than what i had in my files), so i thought i'd put them out again!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @dragonpride17

[1u11ablues]

5. "Wash your hands, then hug me." (Price x Reader)

The door wasn't locked when he returned home from his deployment. That means you're home. He can already feel the buzz of having you in his arms.

He righted the duffel back on his leftside shoulder. Entering, he noticed the quiet hum of a house alive, though the object of his affection---nowhere to be seen.

"Honey," he called out as he made his way up to the bedroom, the bath, the study and the kitchen.

No signs of you.

Once again, he called.

"I'm home, sweetheart!" The gravel of his voice stuck to his throat. A loud cough clears it right away.

Distant sound of something thudded on the ground. And the sequencing thuds of fast steps followed, getting louder as it neared.

Of course, he hadn't remembered to take a peek outside.

You walked in from the kitchen exit with headphones hanging on your neck. All mucked up from dirt, or clay, doing whatever project you were doing.

"You're home!" You began to run to him with outstretched hands.

Luckily, Price's reflexes afforded him to halt you in your tracks, his hands wrapped around the cleaner parts of your arm before you reached him.

"Tsk," he tutted, looking you up and down. Had he worn something he cared less about, he would've let you jump up to him and spin you to dizziness.

But you knew what was on him was a gift from his team.

"Oops," your smiled sheepishly, realising your almost mistake.

Turning you around by the shoulder, he urged you towards the sink.

"Wash your hands, then hug me."

Your eyes mimicked his movements, sliding up and down his figure. His brows rose, noticing the way your pupils had largened.

"I'll take a shower," you whispered.

[jefpoo421]

felix only uses the holster(rightside of belt) for storing his hammer and doesnt use the pouch(leftside of belt) for storing nails. cuz the hammer is instant. but in the end of wirgame he uses nails from the pouch to make poster.

[superstarnaptime]

HIII where are you at is it somewhere safe like your room or not

LOON: I don’t have a room anymore, friend. Much less anywhere safe to be. Our daycare was closed around a month ago.

I still remember how many kids there were… sometimes I think about each of them, and their birthdays, and if their favorite colors are the same. If they remember who I am, or if they think of the daycare, or know what happened.

I’m currently staying in a city called Leftside. I’ve been here for a while.

❓(Could there be a better reason for the daycare to shut down?)

❓(What happens to bots who aren’t relocated to another FazCo establishment?)

❔(What’s keeping him in this city?)

[pandorafallz]

Where are the Spires located??

Here's my estimation of the Main Map and where the Heartlands could be. It's all speculation and no clear indication but it's assumed not of the Upper plains. I suspect a little North-east.

The Spires, where the other Kame'tire clan, i had no idea where to put it due to the fact that we enter the Map from the Leftside of the map and clear it to the right.

If we were to part the spires beside the clouded forest, it seems more likely that we should have entered the region from the Rightside and go left (basically, the map should be reflected to how that based on how we could move from the mountains to the spires.) Unless it is on the right but we have to go north or south and go the long away around the map to get to the 'entry' way of our map.

It's possible that the Spires are north of the Clouded Forest, above the Yava and the Sarentu Moot site and neighbours the Heartlands but... south of the spires is water and wetlands and the upper plains are strict moutins.

Could the Spires and the Heartlands share an ocean? Or a lake or a large body of water? The south of the spires ends with water, much like the Kinglor Forest. North of the heartlands starts with water so there could be a connection between the two and why the player enters from the left side than from the right. The Heartlands is a lot of broken-up land in its north-west and the spires is a canyon region so... it's a possibility.

We know from Dialogue between the members of the second Kame'itre clan and us that the Kinglor forest is 'so far away' so we know the spires (and heartlands) are distant from sharing an ocean with the south of the Kinglor forest.

tbh, i really want to know or get an estimate of locations for my Alma fic.

What are your thoughts of where the Spires could be in reference to the Main story line Map?