#smartsy

[madokaexedra]

So uh. Anybody else seeing a resemblance

[brokensenseofhumor]

OH MY FOD I THINK SHE KNOWS MY VENT BLOG NOW OOF UGHHHH

[eyeballmouth]

DAY 7 PERSONALITY (this took much too long ahahahaha)

Look at her, she's the rabbit of your dreams! All soft and cute and cuddly. Just don't bring up her singing voice, and you'll be besties forever.

[seumyo]

ever since i chose a pre-med course, there isn’t a day that goes by where i don’t have to study JRIWJDN

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

inspiration is literally fleeting away from me- WHAT DO I DO FOR GOOD OMENTOBER DAY 16, "EDEN"?? 😭

[chipmunkweirdo]

Chipmunks and Chipettes art skills headcanons.

Eleanor’s art skills are okay, but not something she’s particularly proud of. She’s more into sewing than drawn art. Though she dabbles. Her favorite things to draw are diagrams and charts with a tiny bit of artistic flare. Also, she makes detailed sports plays.

Brittany’s art skills are confined to mainly fashion designs and when asked to draw literally anything else she flounders bigtime even though she definitely COULD DO IT. My girl needs to BRANCH out. She loves color and much like Alvin is VERY meticulous about color and design. Though, unlike Alvin, she’d rather follow a simple color palette than a wild and messy rainbow one.

My Simon prefers more structured 3D art projects, mock-ups, and blueprints. He also likes things like making leaf collages with Theo. Simon struggles a lot with art, having to fight his perfectionist tendencies and accept his skill levels for drawing things that aren’t mechanical or geometric…is rather low.

Theo does ALL the art stuff! Drawing, sculpting, painting, paper mache, ect! He is always proud of his accomplishments too and his outside the box thinking shows up a LOT in his art. Sure, he knows that the things he draws don’t always look as accurate as he hoped, but that doesn’t stop him. He just keeps making art because it makes him happy!

Jeanette is one of those people who loves what she’s making while she makes it, but then starts to doubt the quality of it afterwards. Her favorite forms of art are painting and pastel pictures. She also is an avid writer which is technically an art. She and Alvin often tell each other how impressive and amazing their projects are, to help them build confidence in their abilities.

As for my version of Alvin…What he thinks of his art is different every day.

When he’s in Classic mode, he just random doodles for fun and without a care and makes some dang professional looking stuff.

In 2.0 mode he is a LOT more meticulous about his color/design/proportions and more focused on building his skills than actually enjoying the process. Which leads him to get frustrated with the process when he can’t produce anything he feels meets his incredibly high standards

When he’s the perfect blend between the two, he can really make comic books like no tomorrow. Being somewhat meticulous in his choices and design elements while also accepting that it isn’t going to look exactly as he planned and that’s okay. He can still have fun and be proud of the end result.

Some days, he just has to say “this is not a good art day” and walk away and come back later when he’s more relaxed.

[iriswestscoffee]

hes literally not stupid, except when hes stupid <3

Only Bart Allen lovers are allowed to call him stupid, everyone else is performing a hate crime if they say he is stupid.

[foreid]

Can you write a fic about Josh dating Chris’s younger sister

࿁ 𑄹 ˙ — ❝𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 !❞

ও ₊ summary: joining your step-brother on his 'ski trip' meant having to be extra sneaky with his best friend, whom you were romantically seeing behind his back.

be cautious: smut, p in v sex, fem!reader x bbsf!josh, sort of breeding kink, semi-plot, teasing, use of pet names, riding!!

wrds: 3.1k

a/n: im back on my joshy grind! anon u are so smartsies for this hehehe… i missed writing for this hunk of man, so i hope u guys enjoy !!!

because of the minor age gap between chris and you, it led to the introduction of his friend group. eventually meaning that sometimes you’d hang out with them without chris present.

hang out with one person in particular outside of everybody else. 

chris had announced to you that he’d be spending the week up at the ski lodge, he didn’t formarlly invite you, but his tone indicated that you should come.

you tried to act clueless about the plans, when in reality,  josh had told you about the trip almost week ahead of time. and you were already planning your outfits.

arriving at the lodge was new to you but it seemed to be familiar for chris and everyone else. 

you two seemed to be the last to arrive and chris was quick to blame it on your slow packing. 

when everyone was in their own personal rooms, unpacking and getting ready for whatever josh said he had planned for tonight. 

josh wasn’t one to hide his bias, which is why you got a room to yourself. mainly because he was one to sneak in mid–night to ‘surprise’ you and he didn’t want any cockblockers.

while unpacking, back turned towards the door of the room. it was a strange and hollow silence that fell through the lodge but it was comforting, everyone in their own niches, doing their own stuff. it felt nice. 

you didn’t hear anyone step into the room, because the feeling of rough hands snaking around your hands made you jump up a lot harder than expected, causing your heart to temporarily stop.

when you turned to meet the hands with a face, you glared at the familiar pair of green eyes met yours.

“shit, josh! you can’t just do that to a girl. scared the crap outta me.” you muttered the last sentence, resting your hands flat on the shirt beneath his flannel. the smile that was on his face was killer, immediately calming all of your nerves.

josh let a hand laze against the small of your back, the other one tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

it was an intimate act you were used to, meaning that he wanted to see more of your face which he liked so much.

“sorry. y’know i mean well.” he teased you, holding you flush against his chest, his face only an inch away from yours. 

you almost pushed yourself back, not trying to escape his grasp but keeping a respectable amount of space between you. “mm, door ‘s open, someone could see.” you muttered, staring over at the open grand door to your bedroom, holding your bottom lip between your teeth when you looked back up at him.

all he did was hum back in response, ducking his head down to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing the skin slowly. in a way that caused you to melt against him. you weren’t slow to respond, mewling between closed lips at the physical affection.

“j– josh…” you weakly protested, his hot lips on your skin making your entire body feel warm.

your reaction only made him move his lips up higher, biting your ear and inhaling your scent. “i’ve missed you, doll. don’t you miss me?” a warm whisper against its shell, his hands grabbing the fat of your hips in response. 

the way he spoke to you sent everything rushing right to your core, along with the idea that anyone could walk right past the open door and see what was going on.

his lips were like drugs, every time you two were alone together he couldn’t keep them or his hands off of you. you weren’t complaining, but right now, it was far too risky.

anyone could see. chris could see. and the first thing that he ever told josh when introducing you two was to not fuck you.

it’s safe to say josh went far beyond that boundary.

a sudden grab against the fatty tissue of your ass made you yelp, jumping up against him then staring at him with a familiar glare. 

he chuckled down at you shaking his head. “whoops. ‘m sorry, pretty thing. my hands, they got minds of their own.” he said as he placed an apologetic kiss on your jaw, simultaneously placing a quick slap against your ass cheek.

with that, he slipped away from you, walking out of the room with his hands behind his back and whistling some stupid tune like some cartoon character.

you just glared at his sexy back while he walked away. the way his arms filled up the flannel, how his forearms looked with the sleeves rolled up, and his messy hair shaping his face.

there was no way you were going to be able to keep your hands off of him for an entire week. 

 ╴⊹ꮺ˚

the night came quicker than expected. everyone seemed to be cozied up on the living room floor by a fire, watching some 2000s slasher film and playing twister.

you were contorted somewhere between emily and ashley, holding yourself up with the strength of your right arm, practically collapsing and ruining the entire tower.

after lying on your back and choking on laughter, someone mentioned playing drinking games and you were so in. 

‘never have i ever’ someone makes a statement, if you’ve done it, you drink.

at first, it was simple things like: “never have i ever blacked out” or “never have i ever shoplifted.”

until somewhere, everything got lost in translation.

it was emily’s turn to speak, running her finger around the rim of her solo cup. “okay, okay. never have i ever… fucked somewhere i wasn’t supposed to.” she was clearly drunk, but there was a quiet giggle behind the words she slurred against.

josh sat right across from you, staring right at you and no one else when he lifted the cup up to drink from it.

unfortunately, you did too, taking a small sip.

the only other people who did were jess and surprisingly… matt?

but for some reason, emily only questioned you. “well look at that, she isn’t a prude after all! share with the group, y/n.” she leaned in a bit, as if she wasn’t budging.

your lips were pursed into a tight line, shaking your head. but as you stared at her, you couldn’t ignore the green eyes that beared into the side of your face. “y’know… that’s a story for another day.” you weren’t at the state of drunkenness where you share all your personal business yet.

thank god.

“yeah, good. i don’t wanna know anything about that.” chris blurted out, shivering in a grossed out way. you totally forgot he was even sitting there, alongside ashley, who managed to giggle at every little thing he said. 

you shot him a stare, flipping him off but disguising it as if you were holding up your cup.

the game ended with jess and emily drinking the most. not a shocker if you were honest, but it was still funny seeing them escorted upstairs because they could hardly walk. 

you insisted on staying behind to clean up, denying help from anyone else. as the living room began to empty up, the trash bag was only filling up. 

looking outside to a pitch black forest sent a certain chill up your spine, you didn’t hesitate to walk over towards the large window, closing both curtains.

turning around on your heels, you were met by a familiar, broad and tall figure.

josh’s sudden presence earned him a squeal from you.

“fuck! i need to put a bell on you or something.” you said, craning your neck up to get a good look at him. poking whatever part of his chest was right in front of you.

he just responded with a chuckle, letting you push past him so you could finish cleaning up. “oh. i didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, princess. i don’t mind trying it out.” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking in the way you walked. how your shorts rode up each time you bent down to grab something. 

somehow, in some fucking way, he was hard as hell. the way your hips swayed, how you were just pressed up against him, and the way your perfume teased his nostrils even if it was from a few feet away.

his erection dared to tent up against his pants, it’d been a long ass time since he’d fucked you, and the last time you guys did– a phone call from chris interrupted it. ruining the mood completely. 

so to say he had been craving you for a while would reach the brink of an understatement.

when you finished tidying everything up, you stared at the living room while standing beside him.

“good as new, yeah?” you chirped up at him, staring at him from where you stood, your fingers threatening to intertwine with his. he felt it, the space between you two being almost illegally small. he let out an exhale through his nose.

somewhere, deep down, you wanted to jump his bones so bad. but you thought you had to be mindful of the people around you. too scared of getting to caught up and being discovered mid-session.

josh gave the living room a good glance over, grabbing your hand and tugging you against his chest. he grabbed your hips, a familiar and warm feeling. 

“mmm… good as new, baby.” replying to your question with a charming and pantie-dropping grin that almost made you audibly moan out. without even letting you think, he was crashing his lips with yours, sliding a hand down the back of your bare thigh, grabbing at it and manuevering your entire leg to over against his side.

taken aback at first, you were somehow hypnotized, grabbing at his face and neck while kissing him back. lips bashing against each other in a familiar dance.

his tongue teased your lips for entrance, once allowed, he was completely attacking your mouth. he was hungry. free-hand grabbing at your ass while the other kept your leg stable by him from beneath your knee.

if he hadn’t been cradling you the way he was, you would’ve collapsed into putty on the ground. 

the once quiet living room was full of lip-smacking and harsh huffing the two of you created, it was overbearing, making you beyond dizzy.

at some point, josh rushed his lips to a spot where your neck met your shoulder, attacking the soft skin with his tongue and teeth. 

when you felt the formation of a bruise you tugged at the hair on his nape, signalling him to stop. “hey—! stop that…” you tried your best to protest, but he just kept kissing your neck so delicately, it made your lest few words fade out into a soft moan. 

at some point, biting your jaw and tugging at your bottom lip, he rutted his hips against yours. groaning against your lips. you could smell and taste the alcohol. “wanna fuck you… s’bad. miss you, miss you so much–” he was so drunk. maybe even more drunk just from kissing and rubbing all upon you.

it was all too much, you felt like the walls were closing in and as if the air was being bumped up at a thousand degrees. 

you wanted to be in some kind of control. fed up of being caged in against a wall.

pressing your lips against him in a softer and delicate kiss, you pushed your feet against him, shuffling throughout the living room until you reached a part of the sofa. you broke the kiss, earning a sound of discontent from josh.

which was quickly replaced by a soft ‘oh?’ when you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling on top of his manspread. 

reluctantly, your hands made their way to his shoulders, elbows lying on top of them. 

he grinned up at you, grabbing at your hips from beneath your shirt. the cold of his hands made you shiver. 

josh’s lips found yours again, kissing you sloppily and with more fever than before. his hands rode up, when he felt that you had no bra on, he let out a content-filled groan into your mouth.

the second he got his hands on your bare breasts, he rubbed both of your nipples within his thumbs, earning a soft mewl from you.

your back arched in place, body overwhelmed from the sudden pleasure after not feeling him against you like this for so long. you grabbed at his hair in the way you knew he liked, being unable to control the way your hips rutted against him.

the more you reacted, the more he played with your tits. a look of complete hunger and lust painted over his face as he watched you. “could make you come just from this. ‘s been a while, you think you could just sit on it, no prep?” he murmured against the skin on your neck, his fingers never ceasing on your buds. 

his voice rang through your ears, in all honesty, your mind was too blank to even fully understand what he said. all you did was reply meekly with a soft nod and a quiet moan.

josh flipped your shirt up, locking his lips around one of your nipples, his thumb flicking the other.

jaw slack and hips ruttening, you moaned out, unintentionally. it echoed through the bottom floor– causing the two of you to stop completely. 

josh’s eyes were locked on you now, wide and he looked as if he was trying not to laugh,

a hand slid its way to your face, his palm cupping right on top of your mouth.

“i’m gonna fuck you now, want y’to ride me. but you gotta be quiet,” his mouth moved against your ear while his free hand tugged your shorts down, you held yourself up so they could fall past your knees. “can you do that for me, baby?” a soft stripe against the shell of your ear as he felt you through your panties, grinning against your skin at how soaked you already were.

at some point in time, he freed himself, a hand hovered on the bottom of your bare ass, holding you up. “shit. sit on it, c’mon… need it bad.” he was on the pitch of a whine, but right against a gruttal groan.

you did just that, his command didn’t even need you to think twice, you were doing it the second he asked. 

as you sank down on it, just from the tip, it was like being cracked apart. you knew it had been a while, but you didn’t realize how long it had been until now.

he had bottomed out. all seven inches. you dared to scream out, his hand quickly rushed to your mouth, he looked at you, scolding you without words.

“gotta be quiet, baby. d’nt wanna get caught.” josh spoke to you breathlessly, letting you grow comfortable before he stared moving your hips for you.

you were moving, hard. eyes shut and jaw slack as he was hitting every spot inside of you. your hands were grabbing at his shirt for stability, everything was being thrown at you all at once.

it was when he started pushing his hips up against yours that you snapped. your rhythm met his as you completely forgot how to think. you lost control of the noises that slipped out of you, blabbing out things before thinking.

josh’s teeth sank into the exposed skin of your shoulder, hands grabbing onto the flesh on your ass. he gave up on trying to keep you quiet, the obscene noises of your wet cunt and skin slapping masking any moan you let out.

with every timed he thrusted up into you, a louder noise was pushed out of you. your hands lifted up majority of his shirt, nails managing to dig into the skin of his back as he fucked you.

josh’s words were on the line of incoherent. “missed t’s pussy so bad. tell me you’re mine, all mine, baby.” he slurred out in a low growl, grabbing at your skin in a way that would leave it marked up. 

the physical pleasure of being so full and stretched along with his words made you rut against him at a quicker pace.

it was when he started to match you that you lost all sight of your surroundings. the more he fucked you the quicker you lost all of your self control.

already clawing at him and yowling like a wild animal, there was no window open for self-respect any more.

legs trembling and mouth wide open, with every quick thrust you were closer and closer, the more he hit a specific spot, the closer you became.

“y– yes.. holy sh– shit, right there…!” you rode against him, trying to match his pace as you bit against his ear, riding towards your orgasm.

and it hit you hard. you came with a loud moan, body freezing up, and back arching so your chest was flushed against his. you swore you saw some kind of stars, vision spotting and brain melting out through your ears.

your eyes rolled into your skull but he kept fucking you.

the way your walls squeezed against his girth, he was biting on his bottom lip as he held you in place, using you to finish. 

his brows were knitted and furrowed, eyes low and dazed. “f– fuck, g’nna fill this pretty pussy up. ‘m bout to fill you up, get you so pregnant.” josh could only babble out, pussy drunk out of his damn mind.

with three more, hard and quick thrusts, he was spilling a thick and messy load deep inside of you with a low, bass moan.

sweat was pooling up against his forehead, hair sticking against it, bottom lip permanently stuck between his teeth.

you slumped down against his chest, resting your head against his shoulder.

he stayed inside, letting you lie there on top of him as he ran a hand along your head, placing a kiss against your forehead.

in a quick moment, you twitched, a sign that meant you fell asleep.

josh smiled against your hair, taking in your smell. 

usually, he’d clean you up then put you into bed and move to sleep in his own, but this time it felt different.

he felt, comfortable. like he wanted to be here just a bit longer and take you in.

fuck. he was in too deep. and no one was getting him out of this one.

what’d he get himself into?

[bottomheavybrainairy]

sooo likee @voxhypno sent me a thingyyy to listen to n it's like all weird??? cuz all of a sudden its likeee every1 is saying suuuper smartsy stuff all the time n its kinda weirddd cuz I kinda feel rilly drooly??? cuz da smartsy stuff kinda hurts my headdd but in a good way??? cuz its likeeee ummmmmm okiiii n I dokt have to think abt it??? ummmm :3

[blushingbubbles]

Yes. Grab the ruler. Spank until your ass is red. I wanna see some lines

Sir i dont hav a ruler so i usedd a wooden spoon because bimbossa arent smartsy enough to use rulersss but they do belong in the kitchennn!!!!!

[brokensenseofhumor]

Compare your first and current fictional crush, I’ll start.

Sighing dramatically knowing I’m the epitome of the “shy girl that only likes bad boys” trope..

Tags: @another-delta-lover @yourfavoritecuntist @artsy-n-smartsy @artistvicky @thedorkyidiot and whoever the fuck else

[eyeballmouth]

DAY 3-4 OLD OC/RE-DESIGN

I've been meaning to fix him for a while. For the last decade he's gone through a series of changes that I've never been happy with, but now (hopefully) I can say he'll look like this for good.

No snippet for him as his role, while important, is just like the rest of him. Hard to pin down properly. Just know he's your friendly little mage in training who'll grow you tasty veggies on his back (don't get freaked out, it's totally healthy)

[dumbdaisy3]

oke so umm my Mistress artificial-unintelligence-3 said the bestest idee i herd liek in 4evar!!

im liek, such a dumb bimbo~ butt :< i stil think sumtims!! thas reely bad!!

butt the bes way 2 be dum is 2 think less :3

so!! if u think im 2 smartsy, send me dum lil braneless shortform contet!! silly lil brainrot to rot my brane untill its silky smooth!!

[reluctantbimbo]

giving in to my dum bimbo side feels so good, my head is still mean about it sometimes and tries to push back, but i just wanna be a dumb, silly, pink-brained, giggly, airheaded bimbo like, forevs, no going back to pret... um, like, faking being smartsie 💕

[eyeballmouth]

I am so tired I wanna drawwwwww

Yeah I haven't been drawing much...

[bimbosanddolls]

I was going through my follows and I noticed that you were literally my second ever followed blog on tumblr (like ~5ish years ago). You were all smartsy and writey back then. Don't know where I'm going with this, but I want to say that your fall into bimbodom is inspiring and rubbing off on me lol

Awww why wasn't I first!? (I'm sooo kidding! Thank you for following!)

And yeah, I guess my blog is a lot different than it used to be... I hope that's okay! And there's more changes coming soon! Plus like, my fall into bimbodom is probably just starting? Because I have lots more changes to make to myself too!

Also, it's like, always super flattering when people say I'm inspiring or anything like that. Because like, I don't feel special or anything? I'm just a barbie with a blog. But still, thanks so much for all the kind words and, if I am rubbing off on you, I hope you like pink! hehe.