hello!! i just wanted to say that i absolutely adore your beautiful artwork - your style is gorgeous, from how you paint clothing and your colors, your most recent modern au stuff makes dimitri look like the love interest from a romantic drama show with how handsome u draw him 🥺🫶 i get so excited whenever i see uve posted new art (im the person who said i sounded like a deflating helium balloon seeing ur most recent artwork in ur tags.. sorry for the essay LOL) and how beautiful ur art is is rly inspiring!! hopesmitri's hair in particular is so hard to wrap my head around despite being my fave, and u draw him so wonderfully!! thank you for sharing your beautiful art with the world, i hope you have a wonderful day 🫶
Hi!! Thank you so much for the wonderful ask, sorry for getting back so late! Your helium balloon tag made my night when I saw it, it was really sweet!! I'm very humbled that you're inspired by my art ahhh, I wanted to show my thanks by drawing you a super quick timeskip Dimitri (sorry for the scratchy quality!!) -- much better art is coming soon!! 🫶
thank you again 🩵🩵
"This is the night mail crossing the Border, / Bringing the cheque and the postal order, / Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, / The shop at the corner, the girl next door."
soft, praising, hot and bothered lando encouraging reader while she’s riding him 😵💫😵💫
ohhhh lord (i may or may not have had a few drinks at dinner so bear w me)
smut (18+ pls)
lando brainrot? lando brainrot.
all you could hear were his heavy breathing and his throaty moans. your hands resting against his chest, holding your weight as you rode him. your legs were burning, but it was the last thing on your mind as you listened to the noises escaping his mouth. bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his hands on your hips as he guided you up and down on his dick.
“fuck,” he let out, breathing heavily, “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”
you smiled, leaning down and pressing your lips against his. he kissed you back, your mouth eventually slipping from his and traveling down his neck. you kissed the skin underneath his ear, your tongue licking a stripe down the muscle.
“i’m so close,” he mumbled softly, “so close.”
you smiled, teeth nibbling against his earlobe, “come for me. c’mon, baby, give it to me.”
his eyes damn near rolled into the back of his head as he threw his head back. this is what heaven felt like.
I generally keep my writing on transmisogyny separate from this blog, but given that I’ve now seen the same Mutuals banned four our five times I think it’d be a good time to explain how this is a feature of transmisogynistic social murder itself.
After everything has died down, after the ones leading the whisper network or the mob have satisfied themselves in causing enough damage to your life to feel you’ve learned your place, you begin to rebuild. You find new social circles, you recover what you can from old ones without risking exposure to the ones who participates in your own social murder, if you even now which. You try to create a new space for yourself, cultivate new support networks after the old ones were torched and cut ties with you, and you live in fear that it will all burn away again if anyone who participated in your social murder finds you.
The unique thing on Tumblr is that while a lot of sites will passively enable social murder, Tumblr’s gone over the deep end. It’s common enough on most sites that auto moderation can be flooded with false reports (or even true reports that wouldn’t have happened without organized groups in places like Kiwi Farm), but on Tumblr you don’t get to know what it was or challenge it. The only cases I’ve seen of successfully challenging mass report campaigns and returning to original blogs took months, and only in the case of some of the most popular TME blogs.
In real life you fear meeting these people again because you know that they learned that social murder works, and now they’ve got experience. Here, every time tumblr refuses to step in or has their CEO harass outspoken victims, the same people perpetrating the abuse of shitty auto moderation learn that it works and is allowed because they won’t do anything, not only that but Tumblr moderation will go out of its way to scrub clean complaints of this and perpetually enforce the social murders that they allowed.
Social Murder is a cyclical process meant to cultivate fear, despair, and obedience in the victim, and once it’s happened once you are marked as a target. What Tumblr has done is formalize that targeting and the fear that accompanies it by repeatedly banning the same people for being victims of social murder.
hi zim!! was wondering if u could draw some scene of them smoking out of a bong or sum, a joint, etc! idk if ur ok w those types of prompts ,,, just an idea!! 💨💨
Absolutely. They're on a car roof in a field at night.
I think weed makes their brain go from a multicore processor to a singlecore processor.
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12 year old tim realizing robin’s not coming back to gotham and deciding that it’s Batman’s fault so he has to ruin the little bit of sanity and peace of mind Bruce has managed (read: struggled) to keep in his grasp:
“You have my dick.”
The woman’s brows fly up to her hairline. “P-pardon me?”
Admittedly, those were definitely not the words she was thinking of saying, but well, desperate times.
“Dicks, actually,” she corrects, remembering she actually bought two dildos.
“Dicks?”
“The packages. You signed for them. But they’re not yours. Stealing other people’s mail is a federal crime. I can have you arrested. Give me back my dicks.”
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lena and kara are neighbors and someone's mail gets delivered to the wrong apartment. Rated M for sexual content.
This one's dedicated to @endersbegin who was a) behind the inspiration and b) who helped me polish up this bad boy c) this was the shenanigans i spoke of earlier