#schlat

[systemgoblincore]

same character, different fonts

they both like red, I've seen so much art of tord with ram horns and ram eyes, they both like guns, they both tried to take over the world / a country, they both hate a dude named Tom(my), evil dictator, they both like big booty women (and men-), both are PROBABLY republican (slash joke)...

sure schlatt has facial hair, but tords hair flaps vaguely look like mutton chops

but what about the scared face and fucked up arm?? that skipped a generation for schlatt and went right to his son, Tubbo

I rest my case. . .

[rainia]

a joel hermitcraft video would save me I think. despite the mania that pervades every upload . 😔✌️

[heartofaspen]

tommy tallarico’s voice is actually so grating. let’s all kill him

[la-ro-ki]

thinking abt stepdad quack again where he gets tubbs in the divorce

[clevercorvidae]

o!schlatt would di this

[mexicanschlatt]

problema con la encuesta mcytblr sexyman es que no hay suficiente representación para los tipos que son. simplemente tontos. ¿sabes? necesitamos mas Tontos para ganar. cquackity por la victoria :3

[esynk]

by the way is he playing weezer

[budbeatle]

i have nothing to add to the fic discourse, the only thing i know about the fic is from like, three pieces of fanart i saw a year ago. However, everything i Do learn about the plot feels like a slap in the face

[thebardisabird]

Alright Sunday sinners, take this and reflect on your downbadness (I refuse to change). Thank you to my peeps who fueled this fire! Needless to say - this is nsfw as FUCK. The matsus when they’re completely pussydrunk, under the cut:

Osomatsu likes to talk to you while he has you. Whether that means he’s balls deep inside of you or if he’s got a mouthful of your heat he’s always mumbling things like “That feel good, baby? I know it does, I hear you whining” “Ohhhh shit this pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it?” or his personal favorite “C’mon baby, tell Oso whose pussy this is”. He groans like his life depends on it, expletives flying out of his mouth like a second language, and he is so focused on the soaked schlat schlat sounds of your snatch that his eyes snap shut because if he doesn’t he might literally bust all to quick, he’s that lost in how good you feel. 

Karamatsu is more in his feelings. When he’s curling his tongue within your walls, you feel it in the way he grips your thighs. Even moreso in the way he pushes your knees to your chest and stuffs his face full of your pussy, the incensed need to taste you taking over him and forcing him to hold you still so he can just enjoy you. He can’t get enough, even saying so himself when he parts from your nether lips for a mere second for air before slinking his wet muscle back in for seconds. When he slides home though? He’s extremely vocal: moans, grunts, pants, whines, you name it. He keeps one eye open so he can watch himself disappear inside your wetness, trying desperately not to let his eyes roll into the back of his head in the process. He’s singing the praises of you - the divinity of your body, how lucky of a man he is to reach the precipice of heaven like this, how much his heart sings for you in a way no one else can hear - he very much falls into a lovey dovey serenade when he’s this close to cumming. Catch him on a sentimental day and he may actually cry mid-sex. 

It’s all in the expressions for Choromatsu. His eyes legitimately do roll back, he is so overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt sucking him the way it does that he’s shaking wherever he’s holding onto you. When he gets like this, you swear you see his pupils take on a heart shaped when you do see them. His mouth open, he’s whining very noisily and his tongue is lolled out, pretty reminiscent of the ahegao if you had to put it to name. If he’s going down on you, his lovesick gaze may accidentally make eye contact with you - those he shuts his eyes quick. While he loves watching you come undone on his tongue, he’s far to shy to ever ask you to look directly at him. Still, that does not stop him from wanting to spend the rest of his day eating you for lunch and dinner. 

Ichimatsu is a gripper. He has to have his claws somewhere on your body, holding you still because there’s no escaping him. Especially when he’s got lips gobbling up your wetness, your thighs are spread as much as possible because he needs and wants it no way else - your pussy is life essence right now and he’s a very greedy man. He’s a growler by far, teeth grit, with an occasional “fuck!” or “shit!” slipping out at all the right times. Every once in a while he likes to bite - leaves marks on your neck, shoulders, or your thighs, a testament to how primal he can get when it comes to down to how bad he wants you. The best part? When he’s close to nutting, he whimpers significantly, and he spews a whole jumbled up string of “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” ‘s before he finishes. 

Jyushimatsu - whew, this boy. Another one where his eyes roll back into his head when he’s fucking you. The only difference is when that happens, he’s taking you down with him. He’s a strong man, so if you’re under him, you’re getting pinned that way. If you’re above him? The grip on your hips becomes bruising. Jyushimatsu is very loud, though his moans and groans are incoherent. The only word you’ve ever been able to decipher was “Unghh, ahhh a-amaziiiiing”. If you managed to have him between your legs, that tongue of his is otherworldly, you feel him everywhere on you. His eyes become dark when they’re drunk off your pussy, and he’s the opposite when he loses himself in you - his voice drops in timbre to this rough, almost wolf-like tone. 

Todomatsu tries his hardest not to let himself slip when he’s tongue-fucking you, but he just finds it so so difficult because your pussy is just so pretty and the noises you make are so cute and he just has to have more of you. Having hearts swirling in his eyes isn’t uncommon for him, he falls victim to his lust when he’s inside you pretty fast. Todomatsu will tends to pay you compliments in the forms of teasing, often saying things like “Oh? Right there?” or “I didn’t hear you, maybe you should make that noise a little louder, hm?” - but it’s when he gets breathless and mewl-y that you know that the way you squeeze around him is sending him into a downward spiral. His hands will massage your thighs, hips and stomach, pressing sobs of “Oh god” and begging “Please please please” into your skin as he rails you because despite him dicking you down - it’s what between your legs that holds allllll the power over him. 

[nvmadic]

WHISKEY DICK - SCHLATT

prompt: schlat and the reader go to a party and one thing leads to another. words: 2,664 warnings: explicit content / drinking / 18+ notes: f!reader

The whiskey just started going down like water at this point, the lagging in your eyes with every head movement began to worsen with every drink you finished, slamming down the red solo cup onto the kitchen counter; the plastic container clattering as it toppled over, your coordination at this point had almost completely deteriorated. Bass thumping, shouting and cheering as people were trying to be heard over the deafening music.

"Another," you demanded with a slight slur as you were heavily inebriated. Schlatt hadn't strayed too far from your side for most of the night. He was matching your pace with the drinking so, in his words, didn't seem like a pussy. "I don't know if I have it in me," he leaned closer so you could hear him over the music, although he still decided to shout; his confidence in his ability to keep up with you had waned. He was close enough that you could feel his breath beside your ear and smell the liquor that he had been chugging all night. "Well, then you'll just have to admit that I win," you turned to look up at him with a smile.

he broad, tall man who had against his will, lost a bet to Ted who was dressed as a knight, was dressed as his noble squire. The outfit would have made a bit more sense had Ted not vanished halfway through the night to be found in an intoxicated slumber, recklessly planted in a flower patch in the yard. Schlatt had ditched most of his outfit only a few hours into the evening, only leaving him wearing a white linen collared lace-up shirt which sat quite snugly along his large shoulders. Sheathed and attached to his plain black pants was a cheap and flimsy plastic sword. His brown curls let loose with the odd strand sticking to the thin layer of sweat that had started to accumulate on his forehead, which he would try and prevent by periodically combing his fingers through his hair and pushing it back.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff, and stared down at you for a brief moment, either contemplating his life choices or taking it as an excuse to stare at you as he had been since the moment you arrived. A cheap sexy nun outfit, the sort you could find at Target or Spirit Halloween. You rolled a wheel on your Twitch stream the night before for your viewers to decide what your outfit should be and it ultimately ended up winning. Indifferent, you wore it as you looked good in it anyway. It wasn't anything special by any means but boy did he think it looked special on you.

"If I die from alcohol poisoning I'm blaming it on you," he smirked as he handed over his empty cup for you to refill with the bottle of Jim Beam which was making its way to becoming empty. Without trying to make a mess you refilled the cups, handing one back to the big guy who was still intently watching you, a drunken glaze over his eyes. As your arm extended to reach out to him, a group of streamers who had yet to head home barged past, haphazardly shoving you into Schlatt. The drinks quickly soaked into both of your outfits before the cups hit the floor, not able to hear their faint clatter over the blaring music and the distant chatter in the other room. "Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're going!" Schlatt scorned the assholes who lacked any awareness to notice what had even happened. He looked down and let out an exasperated sigh at the rather noticeable wet patch that spanned most of his torso. His eyes drifted over to your white blouse which now, completely drenched, had made your cleavage very obvious. The alcohol in his system completely shed most of his shame and proper conduct which led to him unapologetically studying your chest.

"Sorry, I—" you began to speak, clasping your hands over your mouth in an elevated, drunken state of shock. "It's not your fault," he shook his head, "Are you okay?" He leaned in once more with a much softer tone, once again feeling his hot breath on the side of your neck caused goosebumps to cover your skin. You nodded timidly, looking at the parts of Schlatt's shirt that were now clinging to his skin making the outlines on his torso very apparent. "Come on, we'd better go and dry ourselves off," he drunkenly mumbled as his sober persona slipped momentarily. He briefly glared over towards the window which overlooked the lawn where the group of inconvenient and loud boys were now disturbing others in the backyard.

Schlatt grabbed you by your hand, using each other as support as he guided you towards the closest bathroom. Schlatt locked the door before sitting you on the edge of the bathtub and turned around to stare at the state he was in the mirror. You'd partied with Schlatt a couple of times and he was very good at outwardly hiding how drunk he was and it annoyed you because despite drinking the same amount you couldn't handle yourself all the same. There were a few bangs on the other side of the door with a couple of attempts to turn the door knob followed by laughter and some remarks you couldn't really comprehend before they left.

You were so occupied with using all of your energy to focus on unclasping the buttons on your blouse hadn't even noticed that Schlatt had already removed his shirt and had discarded it to the side, both of his hands firmly grasped at the sink and he stared into the mirror, but he wasn't looking at himself. You had managed to unclasp a few of your buttons before letting out a defeated sigh and letting your eyes gaze up towards him, your eyes taking a detour to admire his tensed back. A smile lingered on his lips and he allowed you to stare for a while longer, "you need a hand with those buttons?" he asked, looking down to see your cleavage just about protruding from the top of your blouse, slightly glistening from alcohol that had now soaked through and made your skin slightly sticky.

You nodded coyly, as he began to make his way over. As he turned around you finally got a better view of his front half, just like your breasts, most of his torso had a fine coating of alcohol which caught the light. You must've stared longer than you had thought as he let out a little snicker, looking up to see his self—assured grin, he towered over you trying to attempt to assist in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. "You're too far down," he laughed, his stifling breath catching your skin again. You both paused and looked at each other. The intent gaze into both of your eyes said more than words could, you could hear your own heart thumping in your chest.

Online, you constantly fed your fans with content that just fuelled them shipping you together. Sexual jokes and taunts, so—called romantic escapades, bickering like an old married couple. Your fans loved you together, but like everything online, it was all fake. Wasn't it?

Hands firmly clasping your face he pressed his lips into yours, out of pure shock and the whiskey causing your reaction time to decline you didn't kiss him back. Schlatt pulled away with his brows moderately furrowed. It was almost as if he was about to apologise before you pulled him in again, your hand wrapped around the back of his head, fingers buried beneath his luscious hair. You returned the kiss, albeit kind of sloppy but you just wanted him then and there, Schlatt relaxed into your touch eagerly biting at your bottom lip before unwillingly retreating to get some air. His chest heaved as he stepped back, concealing his wobble as he did so. An excited grin was plastered on his face as he didn't let you go from his sight, taking in every single last bit.

Despite his drunken state he scooped his hands beneath your luscious thighs and picked you up. He moved his grasp to your ass as you wrapped your legs around him. He stood for a moment as he tried to gather his balance. You both chuckled, stupefied by the situation and how you were both so intoxicated you probably weren't going to remember anything in the morning. You could feel Schlatt's growing erection press against your crotch as he carried you over to the sink where he sat you down, both were pleasantly surprised he didn't topple over with you in his arms. Now in a better position, he continued to unbutton your blouse, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red with every button that popped open revealing more of your delectable breasts. Eventually, you just sat in a tiny skirt and a laced black bra, which you did think was a bit too much to be wearing for what you wanted to be doing to that man right now.

He pulled you in again for another kiss, your lips messily meshing together, almost grazing teeth at the eagerness of how long you had both been waiting to taste one another. Schlatt's right hand wandered to your back and he tugged at you, not wanting a piece of paper to be able to get between you both, your breasts pressing up against his chest. Unconsciously he pushed his pelvis forward, allowing you to feel his fully erect cock trapped beneath his underwear. You moaned into the kiss causing him to pull harder and his fingers to wander to the clasp of your bra. They fumbled for a few seconds before he managed to unlatch the hooks; without breaking the kiss he slid both straps from your arms and pulled the garment from you. His hands immediately cupped them.

Schlatt withdrew, allowing his eyes to gaze at your erect nipples. He lowered himself, his tongue grazing over them before he blew on the areas he had just licked causing you to shiver slightly and let an unforeseen moan slip from your lips. Schlatt gave an amused hum as he squeezed your left boob and stoutly sucked at your nipple before moving on to the next one giving them even more attention. Both of your hands caressed his head as he did so, clasping at his hair unintentionally pulling a little too hard as he let out a satisfied groan.

He snaked his hands up under your skirt and tugged at your underwear, sliding it off your legs and discarding it on the cold tile floor. His hands lingered on your thighs as he delicately squeezed at them, his lips once more dancing with yours. "You don't have any fuckin' idea what you do to me," he exhaled against your neck as he began to pepper it with gentle kisses. "I think I do," you teased, using your legs to envelop him and pull his waist closer to feel his hard cock press against you. Schlatt let out an amused mumble, "Can't exactly hide that can I now," he jested before continuing to leave soft kisses on your breasts and trailing down your stomach. "Just fuck me, I've been waiting long enough as it is," you murmured with a smile, not an ounce of nervousness was left as your liquid courage had absorbed it all. "Well, glad to know I'm not the only one," he grinned as he went in for a final kiss, your noses bumped as he enthusiastically slipped his tongue past your lips brushing against yours before eagerly retreating and pressing his lips against yours once more.

Schlatt's hands remained near your crotch, his fingers pressing against your entrance, a gratified hum against the bare skin on your neck as he was pleased to know how wet you were. He pushed to fingers in, a contented moan attempted to leave your mouth before you bit at your bottom lip. He curled his fingers, pulling back and forth slowly, "how badly do you want me to fuck you, huh?" He asked smugly, knowing you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He could barely contain himself, he just wanted to fill you up with his girthy length. However, he enjoyed the power he had, teasing you, you just begging for his cock.

In between whimpers, you went to answer but before you could say anything he withdrew his fingers from you and stuck them into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He used his other hand to delicately rub at your throbbing clit. Sucking at his fingers, his breathing became heavy and he gingerly removed his fingers from your mouth. Batting your eyelashes innocently at him didn't help the situation he had going on in his underwear. He finally had to unfetter himself, Schlatt lowered his pants and his hard cock bounced as he eagerly pulled it from his boxers. He admired himself, grabbing it by the base and pushing its tip towards your entrance. It lingered there, not going any further no matter how much you begged him to. Once again, he pushed his lips against yours, his tongue being welcome in your mouth as his cock bobbed at your entrance. He swiftly drove himself in, both of you letting out a pleased exhale. Schlatt used one hand to grab your lower back and the other lightly planted on your waist. Starting off slowly, he rested his head on your shoulder whilst pulling you as close as possible. He was muttering obscenities and how fucking good you felt on his cock.

The banging on the door started again with people jokingly shouting to stop fucking in there followed by laughter once more. The doorknob rattled a few times. Without giving you any warning he thrust himself in deeper, keeping the same pace but allowing more of his length to enter you. You couldn't help but let out a squeal, quickly pulling your hand up to your mouth to try and stop any further noise but Schlatt disapprovingly put it back to where it was, "let them know how nice I feel," he smirked beginning to pick up the pace.

Whoever was outside must have heard your moan as there was some muffled chatter and they quickly disappeared once more. Schlatt began to grumble as he glided inside of you, your wetness completely coating his cock. The room was now filled with the sound of your wet skin making contact and your not-so-discreet moaning. At this point he was utilising the entirety of his erect cock, filling you up entirely. Neither of you was bothered by dirty talk at this point, you had both waited so long to feel each other and being totally inebriated you were both just focusing on how pleasurable you both felt.

Schlatt slowly became more vocal as he began to reach his climax, his face red and sweaty, he drunkenly scrambled to remove himself from you, spurting warm cum all over your thighs and accidentally getting some on your skirt. His body twitched slightly as he emptied himself, slumping over on you as he grabbed at your sweaty body. There was a brief moment of silence, not the uncomfortable kind, just both with each other's company as you both regained your breath. "Fuck, sorry," he mumbled, "you probably didn't finish," he apologised, kissing the lengths of your slightly sweaty neck once more. He groaned as he began to stand up looking at the mess he has created. "It's okay, you can make it up to me next time," you smiled. Schlatt began cleaning you up with a hand towel he had grabbed from the holder. "Well, shit, give me 10 minutes," he stated, half joking as he pulled you in for another drunken sloppy kiss. link to the rest of my work [x]

[conarcoin]

Schlat

schlat

[bandy-andy]

Are we schlatting it up on this fine Sunday afternoon rn?

[lisssafilipe]

GUYS

Schlatt Just Can't Escape It...

[imagines-babes]

Curl up & Die (c!quackity)

hello everyone I'm back and here is another, This is a little bit of everything in the dreamsmp with some twist i hope you enjoyed this. This does the mix between first and third pov. as well as switching povs. The song is 'Curl up & Die'  by Matt Maltese. If you have any requests just let me know. Also, the italics are thoughts or main points and y/n words.

Quackity List Masterlist

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He was the only one that made me feel alive.

Quackity before he went running up against Wilbur. He was the nicest person I've met. We would leave L'Manburg. The joke he would make. Or when he spoke Spanish. Just made me like him even more. I would question most times if I love him. Deep down I knew I did but didn't want to accept it. So I stayed with him every second of every day.

He was the one that made me a question.

When he left L'Manburg he wanted me to be his Vice President. I wanted to but I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave the only place I knew. He was angry at my answer. Left me that night. The Next time I saw him,  George stood beside him. Didn't even look at me once.  I would think about that night, thinking I made the right decision. I didn't know.

He was the one that made me cry.

Once he won the election with Jschlatt. He finally noticed me but held onto Schlat's hand. That is what broke me most. He left to go with someone else that followed his ambition. While I stood beside BadBoyHalo rubbing my back. He noticed the tear rolled down the side of my cheek. I turned to look at him. He nods as I hug him crying into his chest.

For Quackity, he saw this. It broke him while he held schalt hand. All he did was smile and wave. Trying to ignore the way Bad held to y/n but he was with Schatt. H wished it was y/n next to him he lo- liked them but y/n didn't want to leave the town. We both wanted different things.

Then again He came to me on his knees with his eyes full of tears.

It was raining a storm tonight. He rushed to my house near Tommy's base. Heard my front door being pounded. Hoping it wasn't another day of tax day with one of Shlatt. pulled out my sword, Asteroid, walking over to the front of the house. I slowly walked up and looked around to only see him on his knees crying. In seconds, dropping my sword to hug him. That night I noticed him change. The touch. He flinched. His eyes. Just full of tears. He just wanted to be with me. That's what I thought. Or maybe he just wants a friend.

After the revolution, he stayed beside.

It was like how it used to be. We stay with each other. He told me about his far travels before he came here. Seeing different animals seeing a meadow. His thoughts of his own country. Honestly, o was happy he was here beside me. He sang different songs he heard. I even continued my Spanish lesson with him. He would try to trick as he does with tommy and tubbo. Every once in and while he would say Te amo mi amor.  He would only say that when I was asleep or thinking i wouldn't hear him mumble those words.

He joined the army for revenge.

"Just join us y/n. He took everything away from us. He deserves this."  Quackity stood up in front of me. "He did it for his own reason quackity please just let go back to the house and forget it." He stood still as  I placed a hand on his cheek.  It was my choice. My move once again.

He left for the second time with no explanation.

The day after the explosion I wanted to see him. So I went to his house hoping he was there. I had a key to his house so when I walked in. Nothing was there. No sign. No note just nothing

I was alone. He lifted. I curl up in a ball as i cried. Hoping he would walk to the doors. But it never happened.

I saw him with 2 other men and that was the last straw.

I went up to him and I slap him across his face, He put his hand up to his mark. "You are Nothing to me. Do I make myself clear? If this little fantasy of yours with them ends and you end up broken don't come to my house late at night."  I looked at him with a tear coming from my left eye. He never saw me as this no one has. Punz came up behind me aside with Niki to take me away from Quackity. "He's an idiot you know for not staying with you,"  Punz said trying to help me all I did was laugh. 

But that all happened a year ago

  Things were different now everyone left, only a few stayed around. While others stayed in their houses keeping to themself. Hearing a knock slowly walked up to see ponk with a red suit handing me an invitation. "Y/n you have been invited to the red banquet. I hope you could make it." All I did was nod as he walk away. Reading the paper as i give one look up to ponk. It felt off but then again something always feels wrong about here.  

I should've followed my gut but no I came here to the banquet.

Now I have a sword to my neck with bad beside Ponk and me holding me to keeping me still.  Bad was telling everyone how this was a sacrifice. While Foolish tried to kill the egg only to be first killed by Antfrost. While puffy saw her son die right in front of our eyes. Bad had no remorse for what he did. He only told Ponk to bring me closer to the egg. Walking closer hearing my name be called by Nikki. Only to hear the one person I haven't seen or heard from in a year there he was.  He changed in many ways.  he's more confident now with a scar across his eye. He looked at Bad then looked to see me. I saw a small grin. 

Seeing the billboard of a new country. Las Nevadas.

 Walking in looking around to see the lights with the water fountain. Not a lot of people lived here. Hearing the cows moos. Went to the Effie tower looking all the way up to the top with the light shining. Hearing footsteps. "Didn't think you would be here? Or anywhere near here. " He stood beside me. "Well, I just started walking and found myself here." Looking down to turn my head. "Let me take you to my favorite spot."  All I did was nod. We both walked to the needle. It was crazy how he build this. Taking a water route up seeing the moon go to the center of the sky. Looking over the rail. No words were passed teaching it was silence between us. "I'm sorry" That's all he said. Nothing else just he's sorry.

Then once again disaster hit.

 Tubbo and I were walking around till we notice Ranboo He seemed to be hiding something but we thought nothing of it. Till I heard a horse then looked to the side to see Boner, Quackity horse. Tubbo also heard the horse as he tried to question. It felt off so I tried to follow Boner. There was a lead connected to him as a puff of smoke appeared to see Wilbur. He was taking the house to a bunker. I marked where it was as I turned to see ranboo leaving tubbo alone. Telling tubbo that we were going on a rescue mission the next morning. So we did just that. We tried to stay quiet as it was dark. Tubbo followed my steps as I was on a pressure plate staying still I told tubbo to go. Hearing the voices telling tubbo to run as I stayed still seeing the lights turn on. For the boys, to just see me not a horse just me. Quackity started to argue more telling him to let me out but it wasn't worth it. I screamed his name getting his attention. 

"Quackity I never told you but I was sorry. Ever since the first time, you asked me to leave i should of went with you but I didn't. I am so sorry. And you gave me another chance to follow you but i  didn't. We both know how this ends Quackity.."  

He turned to convince himself that there was a way out starting to push Wilbur to the floor as i see tubbo and ranboo in the corner. Yelling his name for the last time. 

"Quackity te amo, lo siento, me tomo tanto tiempo decirlo hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo, mi amante" "Quackity I love you, I'm sorry it took me so long to say it until we meet again, my lover"

 with that the explosion was made as i stand off.

[galaxy-lilies]

I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ANALYSE MY SHIT SJSGDHSHSGGSHSHSD THANK UUUUUU !!! it's intended to be eret's crown :> and the tail is a reference to Bad :]] but yea!!! And the schlat pumpkin ohhhhh my cpumpkinduo

WAAAAAH CPUMPKINDUOOOO im so mad at early fandom self for not getting into the dsmp sooner, i missed out on so much pumpkinduo chaos and had to play catch up but it wasnt the same smh SMH BUT YOOOOO eret's crown makes a lot more sense and bbh's tail is so big brain omg omg also also i love love love the design you gave cQ, like he was already living rent free in my mind but your design OwO *chefs kiss*

[casinoroyale]

FUCK YEAH IM GOING TO MAKE A SCHLAT MOSAIC

OH MAYBE DONT DO THAT JUST DRAW LIKE A COCK AND BALLS INSTEAD COME ON WE LOVE COCK AND BALLS