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untitled piece by me lolol-took about 90 mins cuz i kept getting distracted w/ yt- but maybe that dosent count XDD
art contest time!! (xd might be cancelled if nobody enters)
QNA: -is there a theme? A: nope! can be any fandom,style,etc!
-how will you choose a winner? A: based off of creativity so even if you 'draw bad' you can still have a chance! do keep in mind that im not the only one whos gonna be rating them too since ill ask a few of my friends
-what are the rules? A: you may move,rotate,size the doodles,etc but u gotta keep em somehow incorporated into the drawing! (plz also have a second photo showing where they are incase they blend in T_T) also just the basic stuff like dont copy others,etc idk its my first time hostin one of these
-whats the prizes? A: theres a few options depending on the place u get! 1st place: wcue and alp morph with a custom premade discord server and doodle/moodboard/png art by me 2nd place: wcue OR alp morph with a custom premade discord server and doodle/moodboard/png art by me
3rd place: wcue or alp morph with a custom premade discord server
honorable mentions get choices between the wcue morph, alp morph or a custom premade discord server
if u cant/dont wanna do the morphs or discord server then we can decide other options! ex: custom written story, one of my otas on TH (for free dw),etc!
if u enter and do the art you can either reblog this with your entry, tag it with #'martcontest' or message me the image on here! or all 3 XD
Hehe smut idea/drabble thing ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
GN!Reader x businessman!bf
NSFW
Not proofread bc it's almost 1am lol
You dont even remember what you were mad at him for, but you decided to ignore all your boyfriends calls that day out of spite.
When you heard him open the door, you didn't know what to expect from him. Now, hours later, you knew you should've recognized the look in his eyes.
Your hands and feet were bound with his tie, your face buried into the pillows as he pounds into you with his fat cock.
"P-pleasseeee I-im sor-ry.. ah!" you hiccup out as a string of muffled moans follows when he switches positions, constant pressure on your bundle of nerves. He decides to ignore your pleas as he fucks you even more ruthlessly, making your mind go blank.
He grits his teeth as he watches his dick dissapear inside your tight hole, his hips slamming onto you as you cum again. After you've came more times than you can count, he buries himself into your hole before finally releasing his ropes of cum inside you, watching the sticky fluid drip out of you as he pulls out.
"Fuck.." he groans from behind you, and a camera flashes as you lay with your face smooshed into the sheets and your hands and feet bound with his work tie, your brains fully fucked out.
"I need to be bratty more often" you think to yourself as your sweet businessman bf unties your bondage and begins cleaning you up with a washcloth.
GUYS IK I HAVENT POSTED ON HERE IN LITERALLY FOREVER BUTTTT I POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF A JEFF THE KILLER FIC ON AO3 IF TOU WANNA SUPPORT ME THEREEEE <333 IM GONNA POST THE FIRST CHAPTER ON HERE WHEN THE SECOND CHAPTERS DONE BUT UNTIL THEN MY AO3 USER IS gerardwaysnumber1fan
*Puts on my best radio show host voice*
And this one goes out to all the people out there who love a fictional man.
We may be delusional, but at least we're happy?
That's very.... her, I cannot lie
Felicity holding an umbrella for Mick, a dynamic I do not understand but that I enjoy (requested)
A small update
Trying something a little different
Taken (Part 1/5)
Uhhhh this is my first time posting a fic anywhere lmao, idk what I'm doing but enjoy ig? :D Ren and image belong to @14dayswithyou content warnings are in the tags
Summary: Angel runs into trouble after hanging out with Jae and Teo
2.1k words
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
“Get away from me!” I yell as loudly as I can, hoping to either get the guy to back off or get someone else’s attention. Of course the one time I decide to go to a bar and try to be social I get some creep trying to follow me home.
The man was swaying just a bit, clearly intoxicated, with shoulder-length black hair falling over their flushed face in greasy strands. I was pretty sure I could take him down if need be, but the fact that he was blocking the only way out from the alleyway concerned me. I had used the back exit specifically to avoid him, but he was a step ahead of me, probably not the first time he’s done this.
He began speaking again, slightly slurring his words, “Awww, c’mon, a pretty girl like you walking home alone? S’not safe, let m’come with you.”
I glare, “Listen, I’m not interested in anything you have to offer me, what I would appreciate most is if you got out of my way.”
He takes a step forward and I take a matching step back. He croons, “I’m not gonna hurt ya, stop being so paranoid.”
This time when he steps forward, I hold my ground, shifting my stance and holding my hands out in something between a placating gesture and a guard, “I’m warning you now, if you don’t back off…”
I don’t finish the threat as I don’t really have any leverage. My phone’s battery is dead so I can’t call for help, and my knife is in my bag, which I had forgotten to even bring. Sure, I knew martial arts, but that probably wouldn’t mean much to this guy.
So as he staggers closer, giggling, I follow his movements, recalling some of the simplest ways to take someone down. But just as he gets within range, his entire demeanor changes, his dazed look and swaying stance fall into a predatory glare and light-footed lunge. I catch the glint of what was probably a knife slashing from behind his back and sloppily swing my arm down to block it. I intercept his forearm, but don’t have the strength to hold back a full-bodied swing at a moment’s notice, so the blade catches my shirt and burns across my hip.
For a moment, the world freezes. I can hear a thousand thoughts and regrets flash through my mind, but they sound distant, detached. The man steps out of my reach and gives me a disgusting grin while I stand in shock. My hand shakily moves to cover the open wound, and I can’t help but look down at the thick liquid smearing on my palm. I try to step backwards, but the twisting of the wound sends jolts of searing pain up my side and I fall, holding my hip as hard as I can as I yell out expletives.
From my collapsed position on the ground I raise my head to keep track of my attacker, but he just stands laughing at me, apparently reveling in the first blood he had managed to take. What I didn’t expect to see, though, was a different figure, clad in all black and wielding a sledgehammer above their head, aiming at the black-haired stranger in complete silence. I can’t see their face clearly since their hoodie shadowed it, but I can feel their anger as the sledgehammer makes impact with the stranger’s head, flinging his entire body to the side with the force of the blow.
I stare at what's left of the man’s head as it makes impact with the wall of the alley and slowly slides back down. Red. Everything was red. The walls, the ground, the body that was laying crumpled at their junction, and the face of the person who undoubtedly just killed him. As I follow the trail of red, I notice its hue doesn’t stain their clothes, only turns it a richer shade of black. But their face…
It's twisted into an ugly expression, something between disgust, frustration, and utter apathy as they consider the body before them. The splashes of red sharply contrast their pale skin as it drips down their cheek. I shuffle backwards as best I can, fighting the morbid curiosity to look back to the silent body on my left, instead keeping them fixed on the cold face in front of me. I see a flash of blue as they turn away hurriedly, dragging a neck gaiter higher over their nose and pulling their hood low once again before approaching me.
I belatedly notice the tears running down my face and try to wipe them away, not wanting to appear weak before this new opponent, though there probably wasn’t much chance of that at this point. My efforts accomplish nothing but smearing my own blood and dirt across my face, but I have no time to worry about that as my back hits the dead end behind me.
I can’t hear anything except the roaring pain in my side and my heartbeat thrumming in my ears louder than any bassline I’d heard before. I glance behind me to confirm that there was indeed no escape before returning to the shadowy figure now crouching just out of my reach.
To my surprise, when his gloved hand returned from the depths of his pocket, it held not a weapon, but a phone. He speaks into it in a foreign language, and a million thoughts run through my brain, piecing together what I can from my shaky understanding: Fuck, he called someone. That’s Japanese. I know Japanese! Daijōbudesu? It’s okay? No the fuck it’s not! Is he even talking to me? Something about this place? Someone staying here? Fuck, is he calling in reinforcements? Who’s on the other line? Kudasai? This bitch is being polite??? Is it the police?
When he finishes speaking, he immediately turns the phone to face me. I read the displayed text:
‘All right. Called an ambulance. Please exist here and keep stress on the defects.’
Despite the situation, I let out a choked laugh at the shoddy translation, though luckily it managed to convey the pieces I hadn’t understood. The blue, red, yellow, and green logo in the top right corner confirmed my suspicions, “Google translate? Really? That’s not even close to what you said. Google sucks at translating Japanese; you’d be better off with Spanish or another romance language, if you know it,” I ramble out what comes to mind, whether he can understand me or not.
It seems like he understands me since he makes a surprised sound and shakes his head before turning the phone back to read it himself and letting out an irritated sigh. He pulls off a glove to attempt typing but I speak up again, despite my voice shaking and hitching so badly that he might need google translate to figure out what I’m saying, “I think I know what- what… you mean. Do you- do you- do-. You- FUCK,” cursing to dispel my stutter, I continue, “You want me to stay here for the ambulance and keep pressure on the cut, right? Thank… you?” It feels weird to thank someone who just smashed a guy’s head in, but staying on their good side was probably the best idea for now.
He nods and reaches out a hand toward my head, which I would have withdrawn from if my head wasn’t already against the wall, but since I couldn’t, I just squeezed my eyes shut, hoping whatever came next wouldn’t be too painful. When I feel a gentle ruffling sensation of my hair, my eyes pop back open in surprise. I clearly see their own eyes for the first time, looking at me far more softly than they had any right to.
My confused look seemed to shake them out of whatever reverie they were in, and he abruptly retrieves his hand, looking down again and mumbling, “ごめん, 目をそらす.”
To reinforce his meaning, he covers his own eyes before pointing at me. I hesitantly raise a hand over my eyes, but peek through a sliver to make sure he wasn’t going to try anything. He didn’t, instead turning and standing, approaching the dead man. I close the gap, not wanting to see what he did.
The swirling, sickening feeling in my gut only increases the more I think about the stranger’s eyes. A strikingly beautiful color, ocean blue with a hint of pink swirling through them if you looked closely enough. I was sure I had seen them before but couldn’t recall when or where. What bothered me more though, were their eyebrows. Pink. I only knew one insanely tall person with pink hair.
But of course it couldn’t be him, it’s not like pink hair is unheard of. And he would never be able to wield a sledgehammer like that, he’s always so timid… and those definitely weren’t his eyes. His are a much lighter baby blue. Plus he speaks English, he probably doesn’t even know Japanese. I reassure myself. Surely my partner could never kill someone with such ease.
Despite my conclusion, I can’t help but spread my fingers again, peeking out to see the person’s form dropping a half-full trash bag on the spot where the remains of the man’s head was, covering the worst of the remaining viscera. I couldn’t see the body anywhere, but the dumpster was closed now, and I wasn’t about to check it. I evaluate his height, placing it at about six and a half feet. The same as… No. But what if?
I see him pick up the serrated knife that was left on the ground, inspecting it closely, though for what I wasn’t sure. I drop my hand from my eyes, instead using it to brace against the wall as I try to stand up, but hiss in pain and slide right back down. This grabs the attention of the black-clad figure and he takes a few hasty steps towards me, gesturing for me to stay down.
I warily eye the knife in his hand, and he gets the message, tossing it behind him somewhere carelessly before opening his hands, showing that they’re empty. They then back away, glancing between me and the entrance of the alleyway a few times before turning to leave.
I call out desperately, “Wait!” I’d never be able to face my boyfriend if I didn’t confirm this wasn’t him now, but how could I do that? I continue in a timid voice, forcing a few more tears to roll down my face, “Don’t leave me, please. I’m scared…”
He hesitantly turns back to me but stays where he is, clearly uncertain.
I let my bottom lip tremble, “Could you just… could I hold your hand?” I cringe internally at the insane request, but to my surprise it seems to convince them as they return to my side, kneeling on one knee and offering his right hand to me.
But that’s not what I needed, so I winced and snatched both of my hands back to my hip. When he reaches for my hip with his left hand, I grip onto it as though it was the only thing keeping me from dying. To my shock, I feel what I was looking for. A ring on their ring finger, the same thickness and width as the one he always wore around his neck.
I freeze, not able to meet their eyes. Turns out I knew nothing of my boyfriend of three months. I pull my hand back as unobtrusively as possible, betrayal and horror coursing through my veins as I murmur, “Sorry, you probably should go before the ambulance gets here.”
I watch as they pause, clearly thrown by my sudden change of heart. But when we hear sirens closing in from the distance, they shoot to their feet and briskly walk out of the alleyway, casually grabbing the sledgehammer they had left standing in the middle of the path as though it weighed nothing. I shivered at the comfort he handles the weapon with.
When the ambulance arrives, they asked me a multitude of questions, most I didn’t know the answer to. When they asked me who was responsible for my wound, I just pointed a shaky finger towards the dumpster, “I think he’s in there…”
When questioned further about the second figure, I only gave vague answers, not anything that would be helpful in a search. Luckily for me, my swimming vision and pounding headache finally gave way to sweet unconsciousness, the blood loss finally catching up to me.
Some EPIC doodles but with very low quality.
Elpenor in therapy, talking about how he died and nobody noticed or cared.
Perimedes in therapy talking about how he doesn’t love anybody (lies) and ‘can’t fail if he doesn’t try’.
They’re gay your honor i am the boat ‼️
Story of my life
My gosh this was me after reading my first pale king redemption fic, and now im obsessed with him
nothing will change your perspective on a character like someone who is batshit obsessed with them
HI IT’S ievieofspring HERE TO TELL YOU THAT I HAVE CHANGED MY USERNAME TO page-yerin
now bye-
laughs in my school caught on fire today ✨
don’t eat leftover chipotle.
blame my dad.
when u want to write something but you’re a dumbass with no ideas and no requests
I like ur name and tag lol. I also clicked on ur page and I saw ur art and I was like HOLY SH-
TYSM! I like your pfp!!!
I’m actually planning on posting some Hazbin stuff soon if you wanna stick around and see ahsjsnenzm
oldish sketch of a random possible oc I’m using as a temporary theme for now cause I like how the colours turned out :’3 just made this blog today so it’ll be kind of a mess until I remember how to use tumblr and make a proper theme JFMVMDMF,
I am confused, but interested?!
DID YOU SEE THE SPOTIFY WRAPPED FOR THE BISHOPS? Naris top songs!!! Very narilamb core fr fr
WHERE WHERE WHERE
Cute cow girl!! My friend made a design and I just had to draw her!
Go follow their blog!
Colorless version below because i thought it looked cool
I finally made an OC!!! :D
They’re a Julia Longwing Butterfly :3 (idk how to draw eyes)
🌸✨
So the other night I had a dream where Basil was a fairy and he kissed me- 😅
Right... so a pinned post.
You all can just call me BBB~ it sounds like the right thing I suppose, I'm rather new to all this tumblr stuff but I heard it is good for sharing your hobbies and intrests so... here I am. Just slowly sinking back into my holy trinity of intrests and enjoying every moment of it.
Bugs, Bolts and Beers.
The best way to describe all my loves in a simple way thou I don't actually drink beer to be honest, meds kinda make it so I can't. But I love dwarves and they love beer plus BBB just sounds better then BDB ya know? Why dwarves? I blame hobbit and lotr to be honest, I watched the movies all the time when I used to go visit my Gram in the summer and my god it is some of the best memories. Plus like if I had to pick only one fanasty race to play then dwarves all the way, we got space dwarves, fantasy dwarves, modern dwarves each with differences that make them simular but different. Plus Deep rock is one of my favorite games along with Dragon age, Warhammer and Baulder's gate. Oh! And Dwarf Fortress.
As for Bolts~ I've always been a techy gal, enjoying building stuff with my hands or working hard on my computer. I do alot of graphic design even thou it's not my fav, I rather be spending my time slowly building mech models. From gundams to robotic bugs and computers, I try to keep my options open~ I've been rewatching the original gundam but there is a inch to replay armored core that I can't ignore. Leagues of Votann are my main army in WH40K but I also have a bunch of Tyranids to put them against, man I need to open some of the boxes one day. I can fix omost anything if you give me enough time and reasourses, thou I might need a few cups of coffee to keep myself awake.
And the one closest to my heart.... Bugs. Now why that is sort of a mystery even to me, it's just been a intrest in my life forever. From little larvae to full grown beetles I can't help but love them and how they grow and adapt. I own a ton of bug plushies and a couple dozen books on bugs, my lovely partner says that we could raise some in my terriarium but I haven't worked up the courage for it. My favorites have to be mole crickets, any sort of beetles, bees and giant water bugs thou the diving spider is up there too. I could probably go on and on but I don't want this to be to long. So I'll leave it here.
-Rock and Stone
-Sea-bugs are bugs
Oh and I'm extra queer so this is a safe spot for anyone looking to escape a lil like me~ be yourself and enjoy what you like~
Hiiiiiiii i came from Instagrammm
decided i wanna be here instead of Insta thats pretty much it ill be basically just copy and pasted some of my posts from Insta here
it will only be some stuff so if you want to see what else i have done then you will have to go to my Insta lol, but fr im just posting most of my ocs (the important ones anyway) and some of the fanart i have done idk how to use Tumblr
My first post on tumblr! Idk how this works buuut here's an oc of mine! (She doesn't have a name quite yet) I'm very proud of it
Me today every time I move wrong or something idk: 😐 ow my back 😐