Vincent sucker punching the art block away. Thanks for existing you pathetic excuse of an office worker, keep molesting Asher on the bus for me, thanks.
- Vincent, the molester office worker belongs to @asylumdweller
Yooo, this man finally going to jail⁉️
Devastatingly horny after getting punched by Asher | + + + Lust
Lineart under cut + ..horny rambles
content warning! non-con, somnophilia
I desire him carnally, I need him to be dry humping against Asher’s thigh in his sleep, slotting his throbbing dick aching for release between the poor boy’s thighs. I need Asher to unfortunately wake up to the sound of the worn out mattress creaking underneath their combined weights, rustling sheets and gasping breaths hot against his ear. Warming the shell up as he coos sickeningly sweet words of praise, tightening his hold around his middle before shuddering with a low sigh. Cum splattering across Asher’s scarred skin, scooping his load up with his fingers and stuffing it inside his swollen, unused hole. It’s okay. Vincent is here to make Asher practice.
actually, this has to be a general writer thing, right? not just a weird me thing? because I swear ill be sick, or giving birth, or going through something traumatic or in the worst pain of my life, and part of me is there living it, but part of me is forming descriptions and narrations in my head, and part of me is trying to figure out how I'm going to sneak this into a story someday
just stopping by to say hello and throw hearts at you hope you’re having a nice day 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎
BEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hi hi hiiiiii, my darling Bee, my day's fine, I'm sick and writing porn, same old same old, more importantly how ARE YOU, I MISSED YOU, WHERE WERE YOU??????
hey! wasnt rlly sure how to ask this bc i dont mean to be rude but could u space out ur fics a bit more? personally i find them a bit hard to read if all the lines r together, sry
dw youre not being rude but ahh a few reasons i cant rly space them out more (which i AM sorry about);
i wouldnt know when the right time to put a pause in is. i mean i break up the longer parts up so it isnt all one block if its super long but other than that i dont know when to space it
i cannot focus on what im writing if theres too many blank spaces
i like to reread my own fics and i cant read them for same reason as above
rly sorry bout that, though...hope you understand <3
“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.
You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy