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nonstopkiss · 2 months
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vitamin-amr · 2 months
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بالأمسِ كانَ لا ينقَطِع حَديثُنا واليوم نتبادل السَّلامَ تَكلُّفًا !💔
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viejospellejos · 11 months
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Katsu-Sando de Wagyu A5
¿Hay hambre? 🥪
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natinutu · 9 days
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Prints❤️❤️❤️
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mmm-asbestos · 1 year
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quick before valentines is over a5 and daisy heehee
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my100sul · 8 months
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dragongirlcloaca · 8 months
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I had a lot of fun experimenting with this one and settling on the direction I wanted to take with it! I started writing on into the next chapter, but I decided to cut this one off here.
[Petplay, Hypnotism]
I sit on Violet’s couch, tearing into a hot, flaky croissant. Something about the way the thin, airy layers separate between my sharp teeth just feels so satisfying, leaving me savouring every bite. As I wash the buttery pastry down with a sip of tea, Violet watches lovingly from across the coffee table, paws folded in her lap. She finishes the last of her own tea, and then gets up to fetch my collar. It’s a little chillier out this morning, but the mini-split is on full blast, the warmth making me feel a little drowsy. Violet returns just as I’m almost down to the dregs at the bottom of the cup, pausing to dim the living room lights as she enters.
She sits down on the couch, next to me, holding out the collar. I brush my hair aside, letting her encircle my throat with the soft leather, its comforting snugness a familiar feeling by now. Shifting to her knees and facing me, Violet motions for me to lie back on the couch. I scoot to the left and turn sideways, laying my head on a pillow against the arm of the couch. Violet, kneeling at my feet, gently climbs overtop me, sitting on my thighs. She reaches into the neckline of her dress, fishing out a necklace I hadn’t noticed before, a large, amethyst pendant that sparkles softly in the warm light.
“Bunnyyyy,” she says, slowly, teasingly, holding the necklace out in front of her chest. “Today I have something very special in store for you, as a reward for being such a good pet.”
My ears twitch excitedly.
“Today, bunny, I’m going to hypnotize you. I want you to stare at my necklace and listen to every word I tell you, okay?”
I nod.
“Very good,” Violet says, leaning in closer to me, her gaze piercing me. I look down at the necklace hanging below her cleavage, the jagged, random faults running through the tumbled stone twinkling as they catch the light.
“You’re feeling oh so cozy,” Violet says, her voice taking on a rich, lush tone. “You’re such a soft, warm bunny, so tired you’re practically melting into the couch without a care in the world.”
I feel myself getting a little sleepier, more relaxed, the tension in my shoulders disappearing as I sink farther into the couch, head pressed into the pillow.
“Look at you, such a cute, content pet, so eager to listen to your master, so ready to please her,” Violet continues, her voice sounding more faded, now, almost distant. I keep my focus on the pendant, which almost seems to glow now in the dim light. “But you’re so drowsy...all you can do is feel each and every little thing she does to you, bathe in it, drown in the sensations.”
Violet gently drags a claw down my arm, and the feeling is like an electric shock, rippling through to the place where my mind currently resides. I want to squirm, I want to moan, but I can barely move, and the sound that escapes my lips is barely a whisper. Violet leans even closer now, breathing onto my neck as she lies on my chest, a heavy, comforting weight pressing down on me.
“No need to move, no need to think, just be a good pet and enjoy, bunny.”
My mind feels fuzzy, out of sync. My thoughts weave in and out of each other, blurred and hard to interpret. Violet seems to move in slow motion on top of me, my perception slowing, my senses dulled. Except for touch. I’m overcome with ecstasy as Violet lifts my shirt and runs her hands up my chest, tracing twin trails of burning feeling up my body. I feel like I’m arching my back, milking every last drop of sensation, but my physical body doesn’t move. It can’t move, I’m so tired...bunny is tired...such a tired pet...such a good pet.
Violet is doing something— she’s taking off my bra. Bunny’s shirt is already off. She took off my shirt? Yes she did. The memory hazily drifts by. I’m losing focus. A noise escapes my throat as Violet toys with bunny’s nipples. The feeling is dripping down the sides of my chest, pooling at my sternum, spreading through me. My body is getting warmer, it’s so sensitive. I can feel bunny’s cock rubbing against Violet’s belly. She’s sucking on my nipple now, teething at it in a steady rhythm, her hands gripping my sides as she nips at bunny’s areola. I’m leaking precum into her fur. Bunny’s thighs are gripping Violet’s waist.
Violet lifts her head, milk dribbling down her snout. She slowly, teasingly licks her lips, her tongue painted white. She sits up and lifts off her dress, revealing her own dick standing erect. She climbs back onto bunny, straddling my legs. Violet leans down, her breasts pressing against my chest, her cock rubbing against bunny’s, precum letting her slide effortlessly against me. Bunny whines as the sensation pulses through my chest...bunny feels so good...there’s so much pleasure it’s leaking out of bunny. Violet presses her head into bunny’s neck above my collar.
Violet starts dragging her hips back and forth. Bunny’s cock is pressed into my belly by Violet’s cock, stroking back and forth. It’s making me feel so needy. Bunny is needy. Bunny is...what is bunny doing? Right. I’m being a good pet, letting Violet frot against bunny. Bunny is a good pet. Bunny’s being rewarded. The wet sounds of our intercourse fade out. But it’s not silent. I feel like I’m falling backwards. I’m—bunny is so...feeling. Full of feelings. It’s warm. Bunny’s warm. I’m so cozy. Cozy bunny.
Bunny cums, spurting onto bunny and Violet’s chests. Bunny is floating, pleasure shooting through bunny’s body. It keeps spreading farther. Violet doesn’t stop. She’s panting, her hands on bunny’s shoulders and her snout buried in bunny’s neck. Her breath is hot, wet against bunny’s neck. Her heartbeat is in sync with bunny’s. Bunny doesn’t feel her thrusts any more, just the constant bliss of orgasm. Violet cums at some point—when bunny’s vision syncs up again, she’s still, laying on bunny, arms wrapped around her chest. Bunny can feel her afterglow. Violet is glowing softly, her chest rising and falling slowly. Bunny is breathing in time with her. Bunny doesn’t want this moment to end, wants it to last forever. Just Violet and bunny.
After what feels like hours—Violet and bunny could have fallen asleep—Violet peels herself off of bunny. She sits up, and then reaches for bunny’s collar, and—
Click
I suddenly feel hyperaware. I can feel the sweat on my back, the congealed cum on my stomach, I can hear the mini-split quietly humming in the background, the electric whine of the power bar in the corner. Violet sets the collar on the coffee table and shifts off of my legs.
“Welcome back,” Violet says with a smile. “How was it?”
“That was...I don’t even know how to describe it,” I reply, sitting up to stretch my limbs out. “At first it felt like I was getting really deep into a submissive mindspace, and then stuff started to get really...hazy, and sort of sporadic. Like replaying a broken VHS. But oh my god, Violet, it felt amazing.”
“Glad to know,” Violet says. She giggles. “You kept mumbling stuff with ‘bunny’ in it, so I assumed you were enjoying yourself.”
I freeze. “I was talking out loud???”
“Only somewhat, most of it was gibberish,” Violet says, and then, catching the mortified look on my face: “It wasn’t anything embarrassing. Well, maybe not that embarrassing—I’ll spare you the specifics, I at least thought it was cute anyways.” The deer looks down at the streaks of cum drying in her tawny chest fur, and then back at me. “Shower?” She asks. I gladly take her up on the offer.
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nadanotes · 3 months
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wingsnake-art · 3 months
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My drawing from last year. I completely forgot to post it pff
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itsmecourtneyk · 3 months
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y'all. i straight up forgot i had scheduled a video to post while we were still on vacation. 😹 but i'll be using the hobonichi cousin avec with the love it (panda) cover, in the hopes that everything (bullet journaling, memory keeping/scrapbooking, long-form journaling, commonplacing) will fit in these two books. still on the hunt for a digital alternative to notion so feel free to let me know your suggestions! (as fyi, i've already looked at obsidian - not a fan of the aesthetic and learning curve - and have experimented a little with the new ios feature that lets you like notes together - lot of setup at the beginning, but that's not dissimilar to notion).
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fluffyhutofowls · 4 months
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loll3 · 6 months
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blametheeditor · 2 months
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Court's In Session
Prompt Roulette By Title
Character A's been dreading this day for a long time- the end of a committed relationship that Character A had tried desperately to make work. But what can they say, sometimes divorce is a better solution that couple's counseling. Issue is, Character B isn't content with JUST signing papers and leaving. No, Character B's far more interested in arguing the need for alimony, their number one citation being "-you're paying for my therapy sessions, asshole."
NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE
Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of people being experimented on. Mentions of child custody. Messy divorces.
I promise to give Scott a break after this, he deserves it
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Scott had been praying that his boy’s would be brought to the meeting. He knew it wouldn’t happen, knew his soon to be ex-wife wouldn’t want to put them through that because it wouldn’t be fair to them. That there might be yelling, at the very least name calling, and she would be a good mother leaving them with her parents while they sorted this out. 
But he’s selfish. He wanted to see them one last time despite how much it would hurt them. Yet another reason why he isn’t fit to raise his children.
Karen will always take care of the boys first, though, meaning she came to the house alone. A decision he respects and even appreciates because it was the right thing to do. Didn’t say anything as he passed the divorce papers over after she sat down at the dining table. The familiar furniture seeming almost alien now that the center piece and placemats had all been taken. 
They sit in silence as she reads it over. The first time they’ve been alone in a room together. No lawyers this time. It goes against everything they were advised, and if changes want to be made it would’ve been easier to have the people who can do such a thing in the room, but they had wanted to go over what was submitted as a ‘final draft’ with just them. 
Karen suggested it because she didn’t like how formal everything was, as if this they weren’t discussing a transaction instead of the end to a relationship. Scott had agreed because he loves her, and he always will. 
“...I get the boys.” 
Scott hangs his head, looking down at his coffee instead of meeting her gaze. “You do.” 
She hesitates. “You’re not fighting me on visitation rights.” 
“I’m not,” comes out in a whisper, clearing his throat in order to keep his tears at bay. “I, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve had a lot to think about and...and it seems like it’d be for the best.” 
It had taken several months for him to see Karen’s request as something more than just her trying to be spiteful. She has the capacity to, and had displayed it a few times during their relationship, but it was never used as a weapon. Never to hurt someone. Because at her core, she does everything in her power to make sure the people she loves most are taken care of. Fights when she thinks she or someone else is being wronged. 
He hadn’t remembered that when he heard the words ‘you will never see or speak to them again’. He had only seen red. Cursed her name every way he could as soon as he got home that day. Broke down sobbing when a week later, he realized she only wanted to protect their sons. It would only hurt them to keep Scott in the picture, even if it was just a phone call. 
“Are you planning on selling the house?” she asks, glancing at the page where the house they bought together, the one they’re currently sitting in now, has Scott’s name laying claim over it. 
He shakes his head. “I don’t think I ever will, to be honest.” 
Karen takes a deep breath. Closes the small packet of papers before setting her hands on it. “I won’t sign it.” 
“Any particular reason why?” Because the rest of the assets had been split 50/50 between them. The house falling under his name had actually been something she requested, not wanting their sons to be raised somewhere only bad memories were kept. 
“I want alimony.” 
Scott’s jaw drops. “E-Excuse me?” 
“You heard me,” she murmurs. Not combative, just firm. 
“Karen, I’m paying child support, as much as I can. With the rest of the mortgage, I-I can’t pay alimony.” 
“I can’t live with my parents forever,” she begins. “I already have a few job interviews, but I don’t have enough to rent an apartment. I can’t even send the boys to daycare.” 
“I know, I know,” Scott sighs. “But I can’t. You know Freddy’s doesn’t-” 
His wife- soon to be ex-wife suddenly stands up as she glares at him. “You’re still working there!” 
Even when that’s the reason why I left? That’s why you were never home? That’s why we continued to struggle financially? You love it more than you love your family?
He hears it even though she doesn’t say it. Because it’s a familiar topic they had discussed before. Fought over. Written on the message she left when she packed everything she could and left with their sons. 
Scott almost breaks. Almost tells her everything. After years of holding it in, keeping it a secret because he didn’t want to burden her, he almost lets the damn break. 
“...yes.” 
Karen grows furious. “Then I’m getting alimony. Because you’re paying for my therapy sessions, asshole.” 
“No.” 
“For what you’ve put us through, it is the bare minimum that you could do!” she erupts, throwing her hands into the air. “You seriously don’t expect me to let that slide! You’re still at that hell hole despite losing your family! What makes that damn place so special that it deserves your everything!” 
“I can’t leave!” he shouts, standing up in order to look her eye to eye. Pleading she understands. “I can’t explain! I want to, but I can’t! It’s not my choice!” 
“It sure looks like it is, Scott!” 
It looks like it is. But it’s not. Forced to stay alive every night made his world crumble beneath his feet. The small patches of discoloration on his arms and legs took away his freedom. Hearing the methodical voice repeating key words in the back of his mind every second of every day makes him question who he is. 
And if he tries to leave? Tries to escape? It’s been proven too many times what would await him is worse than death. 
How can anyone expect him to be a good husband and father when someone is literally pulling on his strings to make him dance? 
“I, we can’t continue this discussion,” Scott says, backing away from the table, from the woman he loves, from his everything. “I’m so sorry. But y-you need to go.” 
Before I damn you too.
She stares at him. He swears a look of remorse flashes across her face before it disappears, so quickly he might’ve just imagined it in his desperation. Then she turns on her heel and stalks furiously out the door, slamming it behind her. 
Scott waits for the tears to come. Stares down at his now cold coffee. Feels nothing but resignation. 
He wants to be angry. That she isn’t by his side when he needs her most. That she’s taking away his entire world as he’s reaching out for a hand to keep him from falling. That she’s nailing his coffin shut without remorse. 
But that wouldn’t be fair. He brought this upon himself. At least Afton will be happy now that Scott has no reason to be anywhere but right next to him, ready to obey every command. 
At least his sons will never see the hollow shell their father has become. 
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uk3d · 10 months
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Wild boar | Limited edition fine art print from an original drawing. My sketches start life as hand-drawn graphite images made on cartridge paper. I often work on these with charcoal, oil pastel or Caran d'Ache to create the look I'm after. The artwork is then scanned and finessed digitally ready for fine art printing. This process often referred to as Giclée printing uses the highest standard of printing methods to give gallery quality results that maintain all the details of the original sketch. The graphite pencils I use are Faber-Castel, the oil pastels are Sennelier and the china-graph is Caran d’Ache. The inks are pigment based archive quality (100years+). The heavyweight specialist papers I use are of the best professional quality having a wonderful surface designed specifically for fine art drawings and illustrations. Very limited editions with only ten per size printed. All artwork is signed and includes a certificate of authenticity. The A5 are 5.8" x 8.25" (14.8cm x 21cm) The A4 are 8.25" x 11.7" (21cm x 29.8cm) The A3 are 11.7" x 16.5" (29.8 cm x 42cm) The A2 are 16.5" x 23.4" (42 cm x 59.4cm) Originals are A3 11.7" x 16.5" (29.8 cm x 42cm) Frames not included in price. Free shipping on artwork to all destinations.
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