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[albatrossleather]

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Handmade Green Veg Tan Italian leather blade putter head cover with a heavy canvas azalea print liner.

[yki-dolls]

Is this the second day in a row that I have posted my "Leo can burn water what the fuck how did he do that?!" bullshit? Yes.

Also it's disability pride month and I'm disabled so you HAVE to give me attention, sorry, those are just the rules (Cash donations also accepted)

Pixel art Commissions

[artiststarme]

I can just imagine Steve loving when the seasons change and the leaves start to fall. His entire life, he’s lived on the edge of the woods with plenty of leaves to appreciate and play in. He’ll sit on a pool chair (less so after Barb) with a mug of warm apple cider just to feel the cool air on his face and see the warm hues painting the sky.

When Eddie joined the Party, he could never find Steve. In the spring, he was too banged up to look for him. In the summer, there were too many legal hoops to jump through and Steve had to play defense between the homicidal idiots of the town and the kids (and Eddie but he didn’t want to look too far into that). Steve had no excuse to hide from him in the fall. So Eddie rounded the corner into Steve’s backyard full of offended anger and righteous fury… only to stall in his tracks at the sight of Steve lounging on a chaise with his eyes trained blurrily into the distance. His glasses were off, his hair was blowing in the gentle breeze, and his expression was content, not full of panic or trepidation as Eddie had seen in the past year.

In the comfort of the season, Steve had no reason to wear his usual armor nor a confident facade. He could be himself, and he loving doofus that didn’t wear enough layers in the cold and only liked his apple cider slightly warmed like a heathen. Once that relegation came to mind, Eddie’s anger floated away. Instead, he was overcome with love for the man. He made a promise to himself right that second that he would never in over Steve Harrington, not the front that everyone else saw but this one staring at the colors of the leaves.

It took a few more weeks but by Christmas that very year, Steve was his and Eddie was his for the rest of their lives.

[creepyscritches]

My grandma is 80 and almost never wants to go do things, but every year she gets excited to go shuffle around her little shops on Black Friday with me and my mom and eeeeevery year she heehaws at me buying my annual supply of handsoap from bath and body works during their buy 3 get 3 sale. I have so much soap, by god, if I run out again before next November I'm going to kill myself

[dinoserious]

so my brains been chewing on batman stuff a lot in recent months and i wanted to play w the talon design a bit. for funsies

[blowjob-horseguy]

I think Eddie should get a motorcycle and he loves it so much but Steve's the one whose really obsessed with it and cleans and polishes it all the time but he refuses to ride it by himself bc it only has 2 wheels and no roof and "that's just crazy"

[joysmercer]

rewatched 601 w my mom (who knew nothing about the show except that ‘lorelei’s brother on the parent show is on it’) and the MINUTE she saw the kitchen scene start, she asked if buck and eddie were married. so.

[e-6000]

Had my first real nightmare in years last night

[a-earthssprout]

🥀🍯 OOC. MY SWITCH WORKS ! 😭

[orcelito]

I do find it kind of funny that ITNL is a very p5 fan take on a trigun au. It is literally just a NG+ au for a piece of media that has no concept of NG+ within its canon

I like the NG+ aus though. And so I apply this video game trope to my favorite manga. As is my right!

[daemondaes]

here's another little update on how it's going 😌 sorry i haven't been here much, and things are going to be hectic the next few days, but i actually have 2 days off back to back this coming week, which is super sexy and rare, so i'll definitely be able to do some heavy catch-up then!!

[poppiesforthirteen]

was ready for bed slightly too early so i've entered ADHD Silly Zone where i'll do fucking anything for stimulation

[howthesleeplesswander]

" MMM … MI … MR. FLUTTER - BY WOULD LIKE SOME B – BEANUT PUTTER, PLEASE … ? " 

A spoon with a rather generous scoop of peanut butter layered into its bowl was then offered up to the adeptus, behind it a pair of innocent, hopeful eyes. She took another step closer to Xiao & struggled to keep balanced on her toes as she lifted the spoon as high as she could reach. 

" i … it's very nice beanut - putter! ve … vvv— very, very nice! "

" a … and it's for mr. fluh … mr. Flutter - by! " // ( it's happening 😭 I wrote this on a melatonin so I apologize if it's messy KDNSKDK for Xiao, too! if it wasn't obvious--who ELSE could be Mr. Flutter - by? 😏 skfmdodksk) 

Answered! || asdlfja;djk ARIIIII i'm weeping over her, she's so precious T~T 💕💖 thank you so much for sending this!

In his thousands of years of life, Xiao had seen things that mere mortals could scarcely dream of. Intimately, he knew what humans dreamed. He had survived unspeakable horrors and witnessed great wonders—no longer was he fazed by what the world could give on either end of the spectrum.

Steadfast. Unshakable.

...And yet, every time Ari approached him, all at once Xiao felt as if he knew nothing of the world.

Leave it to humans to find a way to faze him with their sheer absurdity.

"Don't come any closer." The first words to leave his mouth were not a greeting, nor an acknowledgement of the strange...offering? she carried. And yet, words that would be sharp for most were softened for her: a gentle, stern reminder that was reinforced by Xiao stepping back each time she stepped closer.

Only with a few feet of distance between them did golden eyes drop to the spoon that she seemed to want to force into his mouth. Lucky for the adeptus that she couldn't reach even if he would allow her close enough. "Adepti do not eat human food," he said, although the sidelong look he cast the spoon made obvious his questioning whether the pile of brown goop could be dubbed as such.

That should have been the end of it. But after a pause—

"It is kind of you, to bring me an offering—but unnecessary. If this...beanut putter—" Unfamiliar syllables fell awkwardly, leaving a distinct scrunch in the bridge of his nose, "—is 'nice,' you should enjoy it yourself."

[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)

[iicarused]

Hi! ^^ I saw that your requests are open. Can you please do nsfw headcanons for Vox, Alastor and maybe Adam (if you’re open to write for him if not no worries!) with an S/O (separte) who is really sweet, but when they get to the bedroom for the first time she starts some kinky stuff once she’s comfortable enough. Stuff that they never knew would leave her mouth? How would they react?

I hope you have a beautiful day! ^^

##good girl

separate! vox x reader / alastor x reader / adam x reader

beware: smut, blowjob, knife play, biting, choking, cockwarming, rut, breeding kink, overstimulation, electric play, degradation, praise, mention of rope bunny, marking

a/n: thanks for being the reason why i post nsfw for the first time LMFAOO like actually i never posted it before so mb if these aren’t great<3

VOX

when you and vox started dating, the last thing he thought of was you being fun in the bedroom. now don’t get him wrong, he enjoys a little vanilla sex from time to time: but for you? a whole different story.

he thought you were more tame, to be fair, you were a whole sweetheart. but there came a time where he got a little too in his head and light electricity emitted from the palms of his hands.

he was so close to pulling away but the sound that came from you? he couldn’t stop. now, the electricity was not harsh, but instead sizzled over your skin: it’s how he often took off steam. the two words that really tied the knot is when you said “use me,” between kisses

the last thing he figured is that you were into choking, and here he is with his fingers curled around your neck. heavy breaths and degrading words being whispered to your ear.

“such a fucking whore begging for my cock like this, and here i thought i knew you.”

honestly, he gets even more ecstatic to know you’re a freak just as much as he is. his a corruption kink and your putter sona of portraying and innocent sweet heart really sparks that in him.

after figuring out this information, he enjoys calling you into his office and have you ccokwarm him. feeling you clench around him the longer you cannot move, or he will grip on your thighs to make you still.

ALASTOR

breeding link goes heavy and it was because that is how he found out about you’re kinky side. it was while he had you in a mating press when you let out those sweet words of “breed me, breed me, please alastor!” the begging and the way your fingers dug into his shoulders when he released.

“gun’na fill you right up until your dripping with my seed.”

he was quick to play into it that night, because things got more exciting after that. there was no genuine shock because to alastor? you were just so sweet and kind that you had to be hiding something. being a freak in bed was one of the last things but it was there.

the last thing he expected was stop being until knife play — it would be waaay later until he found that out, and how he did? he noticed the way you writhed under him whenever this his claws glided against your plush skin. the sounds you makes when his digs his nails into your thighs while he’s rutting into you.

breeding link mixed with overstimulation for this radio demon — only during a rut — other times, he’s fine and sex doesn’t occur often. usually to satisfy you when he isn’t in the mood, he lays you out on the bed while he reads a book and fingers you. can and will eat you out like it’s his last meal if you’re being too whiny.

ADAM

“such a slut, couldn’t wait for my cock and had to be fucked on the table in my office, huh?”

he knew you were a freak, he loved tying you up in the bedroom and using you until you were overstimulated. but when you came into his office and was more touchy, that caught him off guard. first, he thought you were joking. now he has you bent over his desk with a hand over your mouth, praying internally that the seraphim’s don’t catch this.

another part of him hopes to be caught. everyone believes that you’re some sweet angel who can do better than adam, but he’s the only one who can rail you until your legs begin to shake. (you wonder why lilith and eve left him sometimes)

goes crazy when you take his hand and place it where you wanna be touched. “i need words, sugar, what do you want me to do?” very oral with you, especially when he ties you up. leaving hickies isn’t enough, this man will bite into your skin (if you’re okay with it.) and ruin you

please be oral with him too, it will drive him fucking nuts. sharper thrusts and loves pressing you against the wall.

no because he will definitely have you bounce on his cock in the office but his wings will spread around the two of you for more privacy after he became the lead extermination angel.