#me is tired

[melimpostor]

I've been longing for a nice break in a park or something, so i drew just that :)

[muffinsin]

A minor interruption

Brat/Sub. Cassandra x Top/Mommy fem. reader

Prompt: Cassandra annoys and teases you while you work one time too often

Masterlists

“I’m working, Cassandra.”, You complain half heartedly, but your girlfriend’s hands on your waist don’t move away and instead just pull you back against her front.

“Why do that if you could play with me?”, Cassandra asks irritated. She understands that you are a maid at the Castle and therefore have certain chores to do, she just doesn’t grasp why you can’t dismiss them for a while- Cassandra is one of your superiors after all!

“You’ve been very good lately, so here’s this:”, you turn around and wipe the blood from around Cassandra’s lips with your sleeve, tsk’ing lightly. She’s always so messy...

“I try to finish as quick as possible and then you’ll have me all to yourself, Sugar.”, you offer instead.

Cassandra eyes you, as if considering this.

”That will take hours! Can’t you just have someone else do it!?”, She complains loudly. “You do realize that doing things for others is my job? Tidying the castle rooms, preparing food, cleaning, we can’t just have someone else do that, Sugar, but as I said, I’ll be as quick as I can be. You could spend some time with your sisters or in the cellar in the meantime.”, You hum and turn back to dusting off the shelf.

“Bela is out.”, Cassandra grumbles in response and trails her hands back over your backside.

”Go play with Daniela then, pretty girl.”, you answer distractedly. The word ‘play’ is enough to have the brunette swarm off angrily.

”You done?”

You shriek in surprise and nearly fall off the ladder, had Cassandra not caught and steadied you.

”Don't… scare me…like that! We talked about the whole sneaking up thing!”, you pant, a hand raising to your chest as you attempt to catch your breath again.

“And no, I’m not, how was it with Daniela though?”, You add and remove Cassandra’s hands from around you so you can continue wiping the bookshelves.

”Ugh! Daniela’s acting like her life is so hard! Mother caught her breaking a vase and now she isn’t allowed in the cellar for a week- I wasn’t allowed down there for two months once!”, Cassandra complains.

”And don’t get me started on her stupid romance books! I had to sit and listen to her complain about a useless love story for hours!”, She huffs.

When you don’t answer immediately, the bold brunette smirks and gropes your ass. The gasp that follows is enough to lift her mood for the time being. “Not now.”, you reply sternly and push those greedy hands away again.

“There’s no one here.”, Cassandra hums as she swarms halfway to lift herself to your height on the ladder. “We could just take a break.”, She whispers in your ear, her warm breath tickling your skin.

”Your mother will be most displeased if I dismiss my chores again. You’ve forced me to do that too often already, sugar, not today. But go to the cellar, you always mention how quickly time passes when you’re down there. I’ll get you when i’m done.”, You offer and peck Cassandra’s nose quickly.

The action, as expected, drives the other woman off, for she hasn’t been in the cellar at all that day and doesn’t necessarily want you to notice the blush on her cheeks and neck.

You gasp when you feel two hands grab you from behind, before you are pulled into a nearby room and dropped onto the bed.

Cassandra stands in front of you, the lower part of her face and her clothes covered in blood and with her sickle dripping blood onto the floor.

”I’ll have to clean that!”, you shriek, more than just a little frustrated at your girlfriend. While you’re thankful that the blood drips onto the floor and not a carpet, you still aren’t at all happy with her. Your arms already ache slightly from all the dusting and cleaning that you are not looking forward to also cleaning the mess produced by your girlfriend.

”You said you’d be finished soon!”, Cassandra whines and lets the sickle drop to the floor.

“I promised I would hurry.”, you correct.

”I want to play now.”, Cassandra declares and swarms onto your lap. The blood from her dress dirties the red satin sheets below you. Great, another thing to clean.

You pull the black fabric up until you have access to Cassandra’s black panties. You hum- of course, wet. With swift movements you pull them down, only to reveal even more wetness.

The brunette moans when two fingers are pushed into her, her thighs spreading a little wilder for you. “Faster.”, She groans and smirks when you do exactly that.

She groans again when you easily find her favorite spot inside of her and gasps when the fingers are removed just as quick as they had entered her. Instead a hard smack is delivered to her cunt that has her swarm off your lap in surprise.

”On the floor.”, you command strictly.

”Clean that.”, you add when the brunette woman lowers herself to her knees angrily. You point towards the blood caused by her sickle and when Cassandra doesn’t move, you grip her tightly by her hair and push her face down against the floor. The middle daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu would never admit how loud she moaned at the action.

”Lick that off, Cassie.”, you coo, and with another deliciously painful tug on her hair, Cassandra complies at last and lickes the blood off of the otherwise clean floor. She moans at the taste and pushes her ass back in hopes of meeting your fingers again.

”You’re not getting off now. We’re playing when I’m finished working.”, you clarify once the floor is as clean as it has been before. “Open up.”, You add and Cassandra, admittedly annoyed and less than happy to be the one on her knees, complies again and opens her mouth. She grumbles and growls angrily when neither her your front is brought against her lips, nor your fingers are pushed into her mouth, but her own, wet panties fill her mouth instead.

”Behave now, or we won’t play at all today.”, you scold, collecting the blood stained sheets from the bed before walking out of the room.

One room. Only one more room and you’d been finished with your work, had Cassandra not interrupted you again.

You yelp in surprise when you feel yourself being lifted and surrounded by a swarm of bugs, before you’re set back on the floor a few moments later, in Cassandra’s room. She stares angrily at you, though doesn’t miss the way your eyes scan her hungrily.

The room you find yourself in is unique and definitely screams Cassandra Dimitrescu- it never fails to surprise you, no matter how often you’ve been in here. Nearly every time you enter the bedroom there is a new weapon hanging on the wall or a new, bigger, more impressive trophy mounted on Cassandra’s red painted wall. Her bed is big, fitting for a regal woman such as her, and has equally red satin sheets as most rooms in the castle have. There are several red and black pillows on it and a small nightstand stands next to the bed that holds, as you have come to know, a black dagger in one of its drawers.

You find yourself pressed against the shut door and moan when you feel Cassandra’s tongue and the edge of her teeth drag alongside your neck. Ignoring your own needs for a few minutes long, you push forwards and grasp her brunette hair in a tight grip again. All it takes it a sharp tug for Cassandra to gasp and lower her face a little to look you in the eyes.

”You couldn’t wait, could you?!”, you hiss and tug on Cassandra’s hair aggressively when the woman doesn’t seem to feel like replying. You chuckle when she moans and presses her thighs together instead. “Such a dirty girl, mean, little Cassandra can’t wait for her girlfriend to finish her work?”, you mock and tug on the brunette hair some more until Cassandra nods wordlessly, yet quickly.

“Words, pretty girl”, you remind her easily.

“You took too long.”, is her only reply.

You sigh, your teeth slightly gritted.

“Undress and bend over, I want to see you grip your ankles.”, you instruct and watch as she quickly swarms out of her dress and- for once, seemingly- does as she is told.

When a hard smack is delivered to the relatively cold skin of her bottom, Cassandra squeals and swarms away. You can’t help but laugh at her. When she resurfaces, she eyes you somewhat angrily.

The expression only makes you laugh again.

”What? Thought I’d fill your little cunt now, you dirty girl? You need punishment and then maybe, I’ll have my fun with you.”, you clarify harshly and step closer to the brunette who can only watch with wide, golden eyes.

“Bend over there.”, you hum, pointing to a desk that stands against the wall of her room. “I won’t let you spank me like a child! You took too long! Why can’t you-“, Cassandra’s angry ramble is easily cut off when you bend her over yourself and reposition her until her upper arms and hands lay flush against the wall, her breasts press against the desk and her bare bottom stands out exposed to you.

”You better not swarm”, is all you grit out before your firm hand hits Cassandra’s bottom again. The woman yelps sweetly and curses angrily, but you don’t miss the way her thighs clench together.

”Is this turning you on, my little pet?”, you ask, mirroring what she likes to call her victims, with another spank being delivered to her thick ass. The woman moans and pushes back against your front, not at all oblivious to her juicy cheeks jiggling with each hit.

”Fuck me already!”, She whines and gasps when another, harder smack follows her words.

”Don't make me gag you.”

Smack!

Cassandra whines and hooks her claws into the wall. You don’t care about the marks she will leave.

Smack!

You spread Cassandra’s legs and stroke over her exposed cunt teasingly. Collecting some of the wetness, you grin as you smear it over the brat’s ass cheeks.

“So, so wet. I bet I wouldn’t even have to use lube on you right now. I’d just, slide right into you”, you hum and continue spanking her lover.

A red handprint forms quickly on both of her ass cheeks and tears threaten to run down Cassandra’s cheeks from the stinging pain, but oh dear, she has never been this wet before. Her cunt is utterly soaked and she feels her own, slippery wetness run down her thighs and ass where you’ve smeared it.

She whimpers when you bend forwards to grab one of the whips from the wall and press yourself against Cassandra’s sore bottom.

“You could just get on with it already!”, She complains, but releases a sound of a mix between a scream and a moan when you bring the whip down against her already pink ass.

”I quite like this one.”, you hum as you inspect it, and laugh when you bring it down against Cassandra’s red bottom again and it results in another scream. It seems, this one is enough to make your bratty songbird sing.

”Aww, did I make the mean, sadistic little Dimitrescu daughter cry?”, you coo when you notice the tears running down her flushed cheeks. She’s blushing adorably.

”Fuck you!”, is all the stubborn woman offers for a reply. Her skin is hot for once and the sting of the whip makes her so wet, she feels it on the desk. It’s humiliating and so, so erotic.

When, added to the handprints, you are also able to make out fine lines caused by the whip on Cassandra’s cheeks, you turn the whip around and effortlessly push it into her soaked pussy.

”Fuck, you’re so wet. You know a punishment isn’t supposed to do that, Cassie. Who’d have thought you’re such a little slut for pain?”, you taunt, pushing the handle of the whip in and out of the bent over brunette.

”Yes! More!”, Cassandra moans and drags her sharp, claw-like nails through the wall. The marks will undoubtedly be noticeable afterwards.

”First of all, you will address me correctly when you want something, you needy, perverted slut. Second of all, you will receive only what I want you to receive, when I want it and how much I want it.”, you clarify, but quicken your pace.

You feel your mouth watering at the sight of the whip entering and pushing in and out of your beautiful girlfriend with a wet squelching sound. Each time you pull it out even a little bit, it comes out covered in more of her juices.

You move and turn the whip during the pounds and grip her hair with the other hand. “Look at me when I fuck your tight pussy”, you order and tug on the brunette, messy hair until Cassandra looks over her shoulder and her golden, desperate eyes find yours.

”You want to cum? Beg for it then, slut”, you demand, a self satisfied smirk on your lips. You know, your girlfriend isn’t about to start begging just yet, too stubborn to lower herself to that level of submission. Ironically enough, if you consider her red, marked ass and the whip pounding into her mercilessly.

When Cassandra doesn’t speak up aside from her moans and occasional commands (those fall to deaf ears though), you remove the whip entirely and instead push it into the her open mouth.

”Ah-Ah-Ah!”, you tsk when she tries to protest pathetically. “Work your pretty mouth and clean that for me.”, you command with a slightly painful tug of Cassandra’s clit. The woman moans and sucks the whip clean obediently, occasionally moaning at her own taste on it.

She yelps when she is the one to be lifted and groans when her sore bottom makes contact with your arms.

When she is set down on the bed again, you pull the whip from her mouth and toss it aside. “Spread your legs”, you command and nod approvingly when Cassandra does so quickly, her disobedience roughly spanked, whipped, humiliated and fucked out of her.

You slap her sensitive nipples and nod approvingly when she only moans and arches her back, but doesn’t attempt or try and remove her hands. “Hands above your head”, you hum, but end up grabbing her hands yourself and pushing them above her head.

You grip her face and bite Cassandra’s lip so hard is bleeds, but lick the blood away before your girlfriend can do so. “Look at you, so wet for me. Maybe I should present you to your mother like this, tell her this filthy, wet cunt is the reason I can’t do my job.”, you hum, chuckling as you trap Cassandra’s nipple between your fingers again.

You collect some of her wetness and smear it across Cassandra’s face, so it mixes with the little blood that is still stuck there. “You see this? How messy you are? Now you’re just a messy, little thing, just like your cunt.”, you tease and delivered a small spank to Cassandra’s clit.

”M-More.”, She groans, but keeps quiet after you push your fingers into her mouth. “When you’re not using it for my pleasure, I want that mouth shut.”, you snap as you push your her fingers in far enough for her to gag and cough around them. You repeat the action a couple of times before letting go again when Cassandra stops gagging so beautifully around you, having seemingly adjusted already.

Instead you chuckle when you hear her scream upon entering her with her with four fingers. Your thumb flicks her clit while your fingers, wet from her cunt and her salvia, thrust into her quickly. They aren’t quite as long as the whip, but added up they take more space and rub Cassandra’s walls with every thrust.

When you curl your fingers, Cassandra’s back arches and her hands grip the pillows above her. “Get on my face, slut.”, you command breathlessly, though you don’t stop or ease your thrusts into her.

Cassandra moves shakily, but falls back down when you hit the spot inside of her that makes her see stars.

”Come on, pretty girl, move or I’ll stop and spank you again, maybe this time in front of the other maidens, have them see why I can’t do my job, have them fuck your little holes. Maybe that’ll teach you some manners.”, you hum, and while you both know it’s an empty threat, it makes Cassandra whimper and moan and move until she kneels on the bed, with your hand between her spread thighs.

When you pull out of her, you lifted your hand and clean it by smearing the juices on it against Cassandra’s face.

The sight makes you chuckle again. It’s about time entitled little Cassandra gets what she deserves…

You undo the belt from your uniform and tie Cassandra’s hands together behind her back, your fingertips moving across pale, beautiful skin. “No touching yourself, just because I won’t be able to see it.”, you remind her with a sly smirk, then move to lay down on the bed.

Cassandra quickly moves and slides on top of you, her wet cunt sat upon your stomach and chest.

”Come here”, you coo, gripping Cassandra’s thighs when she moves to sit on your face instead.

Your tongue immediately and hungrily aims for her wet clit and finds it with ease. You chuckle against her skin as you suck it in your mouth and twirl it around your tongue, even allow it to scrape your teeth once or twice, and Cassandra bucks and moans above you.

Her hands, tied securely behind her back, struggle to free themselves, but to no avail. Her breasts remain untouched and your hands on her thighs are the only thing steadying the brunette woman.

She feels your warm and wet tongue enter her criminally slowly and whines helplessly when your nose brushes against her sensitive clit with every thrust inside of her.

When your hands move from her thighs, she nearly falls off her face, but is caught by your hand on her breast.

Your other hand joins your tongue, so that Cassandra cries out when three fingers are pushed into her and two fingers tug, squeeze and flick her overly sensitive clit.

Her thighs begin to cramp and shake and the familiar pressure begins bubbling in her stomach. She cries out with every thrust inside of her and every tug on her clit, for it causes her to grind on your face and her bruised ass to rub against you.

You hum at this. It’s good she has a reminder to teach her to behave, this time.

“I-fuck! I’m gonna cu-ah!-um!”, She moans and bucks her hips helplessly against your face. Her bound hands and the position don’t allow her any control at all, so the poor thing can only watch and shake on top of you when she hits her orgasm.

Cassandra hardly notices when you sit up, if it wasn’t for the fact that she now finds herself in you lap again.

”Look at the mess you made, Cass.”, you tsk again, and chuckle when your hand comes in contact with her clit again. If she wasn’t so exhausted, she would swarm to save her sensitive clit the hard slap.

”Aww, are you sensitive, pretty girl?”, you coo teasingly when you notice Cassandra’s deep breaths and the way her hips try to jerk away after her clit is slapped.

”Is your little clit overstimulated? Is your messy pussy rubbed sore?”, you tease some more, though you already know the answer.

As she tried calling you by your name, a hand is clasped over her mouth. “You will address me properly, you don’t get to use my name now, you horny little slut.”, you whisper. Cassandra’s eyes roll back when you pinch her clit mercilessly.

Cassandra tries to buck her hips, or somehow get off your lap when her clit receives more tugs and flicks, but you hold her waist in a tight grip and her hands are little to no help.

She curses herself quietly when the pain and overstimulation makes her even hornier and wetter, to the point where you could be calling her your cum slut for wetting your lap in her juices and you wouldn’t even be wrong.

”You’re going to clean mommy up, pretty girl.”, you clarify and Cassandra feels her cunt ache at the petnames. You tuck her hair behind her ear so you can see her pretty face and the mark on her forehead clearly. Both her hair, and the mark after it is traced, are now also wet from Cassandra’s own cum.

”You’re going to get a bath after this, don’t worry, sugar, I know how messy you are, after all.”, you promise with a kiss to Cassandra’s nose. When she turns her head to hide her blush, you can’t help but laugh.

Apparently, you can spank her lover, whip her and fuck her sore, but Cassandra gets shy when she blushes after being kissed on the nose.

“Clean my face.”, you command with a smirk and leaned back on your elbows when Cassandra eagerly licks her own cum off your wet cheeks and lips like a starving kitten. Occasionally, you buck her hips up to throw Cassandra off balance, only to mock and tease her about it and set her down on your lap again.

“Another part of me needs cleaning too, sugar.”, you add and chuckle when the needy brunette fidgets to get off of your lap already; she is more than ready to repay you with some teasing and painfully slow licks.

Of course, you know this. “Make me cum. If you tease me..”, you trail off and tug Cassandra’s clit and nipple with each hand, which causes the brunette to jump and curse stubbornly.

”You’re not in charge now, my sweet girl.”, is all you add before too, at last, fully undress.

Cassandra’s hands struggle against the belt and she considers simply swarming out of the restrains, but a stern glance of yours stops her from doing so. Instead she grits her teeth angrily. She knows, you want to get her to the point where she is about to beg to have her hands released, yet both her pride and own stubbornness hold her back from that.

She gasps when you remove your panties, which are even more soaked than hers have been hours before. A line of arousal connects them to her dripping cunt, before it is cut off by you tossing the panties on the bed next to both of you.

”My patience is wearing thin, Cassandra.”, you warn, then gasp when Cassandra bends forwards and immediately thrusts her face between your thighs.

Said face is smeared with her own arousal and some blood already anyways, so Cassandra doesn’t mind messing it further with your arousal.

”Good slut, fuck, use that tongue of yours.”, you groan and grip Cassandra’s hair tightly. You hook your legs around Cassandra’s waist, which makes the woman fall forwards without being able to catch herself properly.

You smack Cassandra’s head lightly when you notice her lick around you, but not enter you. “Don’t be such a damn tease.”, you groan under your breath and push the Dimitrescu daughter deeper between your legs, almost suffocating her.

”F-Fuck, just like that, good girl.”, you praise when Cassandra licks and sucks on your clit obediently.

You groan as you practically fuck Cassandra’s face until you come all over the bed and your girlfriend.

”My good, pretty girl.”, you praise, panting when you unhook your legs and let Cassandra back up for some air.

Her nose and mouth are covered in her cum and her hair is a sticky mess, sticky from sweat and both of their juices.

”You’re so hot.”, you moan as you bring your lips against Cassandra’s. Your mind provides you with the vision of Cassandra’s upper body covered in your cum and her your buck up almost instinctively.

You take notice of Cassandra’s blood red bottom and cunt and let your fingers drag through her folds quickly before retracting again when Cassandra whimpers and moans.

“I should interrupt your work more often.”, Cassandra taunts with a tired chuckle.

”Shut your bratty mouth, sugar.”, is your only reply as you grab and stuff your panties in Cassandra’s mouth. You take a moment to appreciate her surprised face and how submissive she looks for her, with her hands bound behind her back, panties in her mouth, red ass and cunt, makeup running and face smeared with all kinds of juices and blood.

”Let’s get you cleaned up, love.”, you hum and unbind Cassandra’s hands, which hang limp by her side the moment they are released. You notice the red marks from the belt, but don’t comment on them, it was Cassandra’s tugging and struggling that tightened her restrains, so she’d bear the consequences. Still, you make a mental note to apply some cream after.

You rise from the bed and lift the tired brunette into your arms, before moving her to the attached bathroom. When she lifts her heavy arms to remove the gag, you slap the hands away. “I meant it, keep your dirty mouth shut.”, you clarify and set the woman on the toilet seat so you could start the bath.

“Bubbles.”, Cassandra mutters embarrassed, but thankfully, for her, you don’t turn around and instead just add some soap for your blushing girlfriend.

[lobotomize-d]

It's Valentine's Day or as I like to call it...

Hug your local ragdoll shopkeeper and tell them positive affirmations day ❤️‍🔥

[littlekiara96]

I know I should go to sleep when I look at Luka's splash art and my brain goes:

High School!AU

Luka protects you from the bullies!

Until the bullies attack him on how he was born without an arm!

And that's when you, the cute adorable Reader, go "FUCK YOU!!!" at the bullies.

And you start threatening them with a metal pipe that just happened to be there! :D

And they scram! Because seeing anyone that mad for the first time ever when they usually don't do shit is fucking scary! :D

[mothinabottle]

Alright, finally finished my exams. It was tough, ngl

Once I get home I can continue some drawings and comics I wanted to publish a while ago

First I want to sleep and drink a little, though. I think I have a migraine...

[whispers-into-the-void]

i love how somewhere in europe someone is going about a 4 day work week and here i am with a 1 day weekend

[vamptits]

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[pigswithwings]

above all else a trans woman is a person. above all else a trans women is a woman who goes to the same grocery store as you and buys fruits in the same grocery cart as you and goes home and eats her dinner the same as you. above all else a trans woman is a woman who dresses like you do and talks the same way you do. above all else a trans woman is a woman who wants to be cared about the same way you want to be cared about and a trans woman is a woman who makes friends the same way you make friends. above all else you should care about trans women because they are people. treat her as such.

[kanakori]

i had to

[fairycosmos]

how does us politics affect places outside the us? you guys are obsessed with us

i think if you cracked open your skull there would just be a bunch of cotton wool in there

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[skellydun]

I don't think I'm meant to be employed. It really cuts into my goofy silly haha time. and it makes it nearly impossible to have any wow life is beautiful let me take it in time.

[ineedcoffee-sigyn]

Rough sketches of "Looking through the Mirror" William, Henry and Michael so far-

There would be more text and little tidbit of info that I low-key forgot to add because it's 11pm and me is tired.

But I got their sketch so far.

Will add colour too so if anyone wants to draw them because they like the story- I would appreciate it immensely... altough it is not a must.

Here's the link if you wanna read it.

Close ups of their respected child selves: