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.
Vincent will be always here no matter what.
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“Okey-Dokey!”
I had a vision of making some kind of worn/battered flyer with Lucy on it and I’m pretty proud of the textures I was able to achieve!!
My art has been really boring for me lately (too rendered looking etc) so it feels really rewarding to make something that’s a little different :3
I’ve played (but not beaten) most of the Fallout games and honestly I loved the show. It was pretty dang good! 👍🏻 ☢️
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Prompt 285
Another Tiamat Prompt, what d’ya know lol.
Only? That much power, of nine near-godly beings in one body? That’s a lot. And, they can’t exactly… unmeld anymore. But they were prepared for that, they were ready to have to sacrifice it all. So if they have to leave their world as their power gets too strong, then so be it.
So they wander, from world to world, unable to stay long, never finding a place that feels like home. They wander, stars spilling from wings, asteroids melding with scales and stars bursting into feathers as they do so.
They wander, and grow both stronger, and bigger than ever before. But they grow tired, weary. Exhausted even. This endless travel, they tire of it, just wanting a moment of rest. They’ve been moving endlessly for so long, getting fitful rest as one of them dozes at a time, and they just want a proper moment of sleep.
So they land and… when did worlds become so small? When did they become vast enough to wrap around them? When did they grow so large to dwarf the world they had once come from so long ago once in another timeline?
How long, they wonder, have the nine of them wandered? How far? How many timelines? Dimensions? Planes of reality?
But they’re tired. So for now? They rest.
They sleep away their worries and grief, life and death spilling from their breath, rock and earth building around them as they dream. Water giving way to life, plants to animals, animals to destruction over and over.
And they rest. They sleep. Scales harder than any ore, feathers more beautiful than the rarest bird, fur softer than the most expensive silks, yet visible to none. For they sleep, resting below the waves, stretching from sea to sea.
Until…
Until they begin to wake. They do not mean harm, they are not even aware of the life that has grown from their presence, of the panic the great disasters and storms are causing.
One snuffs in their sleep, a volcano bursting from the heat. Another head shifts slightly, sighing at the new comfortable position as sinkholes break across the surface like an earthquake.
How can they be aware, when they’re still dreaming?
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Does Feyre ever question where Rhys gets his obscene wealth from? He has an entire room of tiaras and crowns, but has she never felt guilty that he hoards so much money when the Spring tithe angered her deeply?
A salary is paid to his inner circle, they have lines of credits in stores, but they all live in his house and eat his food - what's he paying them with? How can such a massive salary be justified when it's not used or recycled back into Velaris?
The economy makes no sense and the fact Feyre never actually realises that Velaris' citizens paying taxes is the same damn thing as a once a year tithe really cements the fact that she knows shit about being a high lady
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thinking about seamoths (pegasidae). no teeth. bony armor plates under the skin. sheds the whole skin bit in one piece every 1-5 days. monogamous broadcast spawners. might be a seahorse but also might be something else. strongly resembles an animate piece of rubble with wings. inexplicable. adorable. i kiss him (Eurypegasus draconis) on his stubby little nose
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Anyways the fallout show is a million times funnier if you remember that ten years ago this part of the setting was like. Regular ass people. The NCR was supposed to be a fairly normal and recognizable country by today’s standard. They had offices and factories and election campaigns and taxes and shit.
Which just goes to show that the real message of fallout is that your average American is five years of lawlessness away from dressing in leathers and trying to chew our neighbors face off in the ruins of a Walmart parking lot
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