#am i losing my touch

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Hold up i (admittedly) am NOT caught up by a long shot, did rose croak or something? I really need to catch up

Rose is fine (physically) but the previous several comics did deal with a potentially earth-ending cataclysmic event spearheaded by a gargantuan frankenstein zombie made of dead Crystal Gem shards that may destroy the earth and everything on it. Also, Pearl got into a hissy fight with Rose over Greg so she's. You know. On edge.

#chekhov answers #am i losing my touch

[toruq]

silly crushes >>> school

#again im trying to climb out of art block but its not working #NOT EVEN FORCING MYSELF TO COLOR HELPS #i feel like i cant draw anymore #am i losing my touch #sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #sso anne #anne von blyssen #sso linda #linda chanda #linda's purple glasses #my art #sso art

[satorhime]

waking up and rereading what you wrote the previous night is a humbling experience

#i thought it was a masterpiece #am i losing my touch #am i never going to write again is this the END

[billiemania]

I did not get ONE lonely wealthy old man offering me a $5000 weekly allowance to be his sugar baby on my last selfie… disappointing

#am I losing my touch #not gd

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Hate (affectionate) how it's made so clear from the very beginning of part 1 just how loved Paul is by his family and household. Both his parents, Duncan, Gurney, Thufir, even Dr Yueh all clearly care so deeply for this kid, and we're shown that time and time again.

Cut to the end of part two, and almost every one of those people is gone. The only ones who remain are a weird, came-back-wrong version of Jessica, and Gurney who has gone from mentor to worshipper. Paul goes from someone deeply loved and valued for who he is by a small but caring group of people - to someone followed and worshipped and feared by thousands. They're obsessed with him in a way, as a leader and "messiah", but nobody loves him.

The only one remaining who loves him for who he is is Chani, who leaves him because in the end that love isn't enough to bring who he is back.

#dune #dune part 2 #paul atreides #i am losing my MIND #upon rewatching part 1 it struck me just HOW loved paul is. and then you contrast that with his horde of followers in part 2 #none of whom will so much as touch him when he's injured badly enough that he can barely walk #he's not human anymore. he's just an idea. #i am in physical pain #something something it's about parasocial relationships & celebrity culture #like idk if that was frank or denis' intention but. i see a bit of That.

[starstruck149]

Bros (gender nuetral ofc) I think I've gone mad. Completely insane. Off the deep end if you will.

#art block and writers block At The Same Time oh god oh no #am i losing my touch #art block #writers block #help #oh god #oh no #what is life but suffering we should all know this strife

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

#tomgreg #succession #dont even talk to me i started watching this show when i had nothing to do at work and now i watch it with averiel my good friend averiel #and we are going to watch s4 together and i feel physically ill from bein so excited #so ya thats what ive been up to... anyway. i love these idiots they desever nothing but the worst (affectionate) #im also a tomshiv lover btw. im the one who yells 'THIS IS HOW TOMSHIV CAN STILL WIN' while they are actively losing on screen #thats the kind of person i am #dont look at me (lying on the floor) #okay i was not going to say stuff in the tags and let the art speak for itself but i NEED to point out details in the wine Painting.. #i put a lot of work into that one. thinly veiled metaphors and symbolism yknow.. #greg is gripping the stem of the wine glass with his full fist. tom and greg are dressed in the same outfit (sock garters included) #greg look appalled but he is not doing anything about the spill. tom is fondly pouring greg more and more wine. he is doing him a favor #i colored the red wine the same way i would color blood :) oh and tom is not really touching greg #only holding the chair in place. greg is making himself look smaller than he is like usual #oh and @ the person who said that it's the inverse of the tom and nate scene i love the way you think. i did not think of that before #but god. yeah. i actually thought about the scene change from when roman uhh.. christens his office in s1. the one with the coffee machine #i always go insane at that cut. this is not exactly the same since it's more.. about emotions but yknow.. it can be.. the same...

[kirby-the-gorb]

#kirby #firearms #guns #swearing #ask to tag #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #it's a goddamn Day once again #while still recovering from the rest of the week my doctor informed me that it's clinic policy that I can't stay on my prednisone #so I have to either leave the clinic or lose the one med giving me even a desperate tenuous grasp on basic tolerable qol #and then while I was drawing there was some kind of altercation in another building #so now I'm on high alert for that too #also fun fact I have not touched a firearm in 7 1/2 years but I drew that m4 from memory lol #(btw this is a play on 'I am not god's strongest soldier') #(which is a play on 'god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers') #tbh I should've drawn kirby sharpening a knife but this is what we got today

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Mandatory rant about kaveh’s 2023 birthday letter incoming!!

Kaveh and Alhaitham’s birthday message subject lines are seen to mirror the other through their usage of punctuation, as Alhaitham’s subject line reads as: “…” as opposed to Kaveh’s: ‘!!!’.

A sense of familiarity evoked in their current living situation emanates from these mirrorings and within this message. Kaveh writes about him bringing coffee beans “home” in order to try, and then follows this with: “we compared the taste of each, we decided that this was the best”. Through Kaveh’s explicit usage of the word “home”, it is evident that the “we” refers to him and Alhaitham. This description establishes a sense of domesticity, only to be achieved in a mutually agreed ‘home’ as opposed to a ‘house’.

It is relevant to reference Kaveh’s understanding of “home”, as in a place in which words are not necessary and link it to the idea of companionship being more important than understanding. The latter idea consists of supporting a person, regardless of the ability to empathise with and relate to their particular struggles, should be valued over attempting to be understood by people who are not willing to listen in order to understand - established by Kaveh’s mother within his hangout.

In this, Alhaitham is offered as a companion to Kaveh, where he cannot empathise with Kaveh’s artistic and idealistic struggles, but he is willing to listen to him over offering empty words which cannot solve Kaveh’s particular problems.

Kaveh’s understanding of “home” as a place in which people are at ease with each other and support another regardless, can be seen within his relationship with Alhaitham.

Kaveh and Alhaitham split the chores according to Alhaitham’s character stories; they both make attempts to decorate the house; presumably they eat dinner together, according to Alhaitham’s Story Quest where he excuses himself in order to have dinner, only to talk to Kaveh; the two can be seen to share a study; when ordering out, Kaveh orders extra for Alhaitham – a common enough occurrence for Alhaitham to be confident in relying on this; and for Kaveh’s birthday they try coffee beans together to determine the best ones to send onto Kaveh’s friends - Kaveh’s close friends who are also Alhaitham’s.

Rather than the “cold” and “lonely” house which Kaveh was left with after the passing of his father and departure of his mother, this conjures the image of warmth and familiarity. In this, it can be inferred that the two have created a home together.

(Update: For more analyses like this, the essay this is taken from is now uploaded! It can be accessed here and here as as a pdf <3)

#there isnt much to be said that everyone hasnt said already since kavehs bday mail is NOTORIOUS #the ‘we’!!!??? i am LOSING MY MIND #so i am BEGGING that we get an indirect reference to alhaitham again and the subject line being ‘!!!’ #since alhaithams bday mail this year was the same subject line as last time and had similar contents #also kavehs mother… i have many thoughts and ive touched upon them briefly here but there’s a lot more to say #so yeah dont worry im definitely gonna be digging into kavehs hangout a lot more!! a veritable gold mine tbh!! #so alhaitham is kavehs home just as kaveh is alhaithams thats what im saying #IM SICK OF THEM #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #kavetham #haikaveh meta

[svtskneecaps]

ok among my favorite parts of qsmp is the fact that charlie slimecicle can only hold the act of being mad at mariana when mariana isn't in the room. like he successfully rp'd being mad at his deadbeat puta esposa for months while mariana wasn't logging on, like he complained about mariana at the wedding, during the election, in subsequent appearances, and then he's messaging mariana in the chat during purgatory and he's still holding it

and then they're both at spawn like as close to face to face as they get. and bro CANNOT hold the act it drops so fast lmfao he was like "yea cellbit i'm gonna kill mariana" and instead they have a genuinely heartfelt conversation and then rp sexo in the fountain

and i know i'm brainrotting purgatory rn but i'm actually thinking about this bc i saw a clip of mariana and slime talking during the awards show and literally. slime's face goes from 😡🤬 MARIANA'S HERE, SAY SOMETHING PUTA ESPOSA to 😄😁 the second mariana shows up on the screen

like he's still pretending to be mad but dude is grinning like absolute crazy and i love that

#qsmp #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp mariana #shut up vic #block game brainrot #their dynamic is among the best things to have come out of this #and genuinely it was the thing that got me into qsmp in the first place #((even tho i only dove in for real after flippa was gone LMFAO)) #also shoutout to cellbit losing his shit when slime says me-WH*RE? #oh and for absolute clarity that ain't my tiktok lmao #probably obvious but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's 3:30 am i like to be Certain #i missed this live because LITERALLY I WAS WALKING IN THE DOOR FROM A SHOPPING TRIP EXACTLY AS IT HAPPENED #i am being so serious like i looked over my sibling's shoulder like 'so how are awards?' and there's FUCKING MARIANA #AND THE FUNNIEST PART IS THIS HAPPENED DURING THEIR PURGATORY INTERACTION TOO #I WALKED IN FROM BEING OUT RIGHT AS FUCKING SLIME AND MARIANA WERE GOING TO SPAWN TO MEET #SO I CAUGHT PART OF IT BUT NOT ALL OF IT #basically what i'm taking from this is i need to go out more often bc they have a tendency to exist together when i touch grass for reasons #that are not 'going to my job' #long tags #i'm not at the mariana convo in my rewatch yet so i may or may not have more to say when i hit that #but yea was thinking about it #this is the qsmp at its finest >:D its most base form #sillies being sillies together who might never have met otherwise >:D

[frazzledazzlin]

what 40c does to an mf

#this is less effort than where i turned them into catmen. help me #i spent i think half day on that and half day on this too #im losing my touch i need to animate more often #this is too simple crying sobbing screaming #animation #scriboozles #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #right hand man reborn #reginald copperbottom #rhm #it was so fucking hot i tunnel visioned into just focusing on this rest of the evening #i am not drawing until 2 days later now (famous last words before one draws again till hand starts aching)

[fleething]

i do not care how they make it happen but aziraphale and crowley deserve tenderness in s3. Not necessarily another kiss but just… az putting his hand on crowley’s neck as they look at each other, crowley being allowed to run their fingers through the angel’s hair, sitting together on the sofa with crowley’s head in az’s lap, az calling crowley ‘darling’ or ‘my dear’, crowley bringing their angel flowers, they deserve the opportunity to show the other how much they love them

#rambling about the spouses again #but it’s like #you can see it so clearly #it’s on the screen right there #crowley looking like they practically have to hold themselves back from reaching out to touch their angel’s cheek #az literally struggles on where to put his hands during the kiss!!!!!! #all the endearment is already there #it’s all in the eyes #in the gestures #in the ‘you saved my books’ and there must be something i can do for you #in the way az looks put out to have to call crowley his friend when he is so much more than that #i am losing my mind #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #aziraphale #crowley #good omens s2 #good omens s3

[morgana-ren]

What would gortash and Durge be like in bed?? I always like to imagine a on the path to redemption Durge, who is perhaps slightly more submissive now than they were. Allowing Gortash to absolutely be the rough dominating tyrant he is. No touching, no whimpering, no begging no nothing without his permission. Sit there in some tacky gold chains and warm his cock. If he ever so much as feels that cunt of yours twitch he's denying you for the rest of the night.

Be a good girl, get on your knees under his desk and Open that mouth. let him rest his cock on your tongue while he does some paperwork. Ah ah, no noise, no swallowing, he needs to concentrate.

I think before the mindflayer parasite there whole dynamic was alot more blood and teeth, both fighting for control, but now he gets to have them how ever he wants with all the control. Finds their attempt at being good a little pathetic but their memory loss makes them oh so vulnerable and gives him the perfect opportunity to sink those manipulative claws deep.

They wouldn't drop to their knees for him then, but they will now. He'll make sure of it.

Oh, before the parasite? It would have been a show.

Two powerhouses; the deserved chosen and avatars of Gods-- Rival Gods. Sex is power, and it is a struggle-- it is a fucking fight at the best of times, and the bedroom was an arena between two titans vying for complete and total dominance. Neither would kneel or bend for the other. They would take and claw and battle for the right-- and it's always a stalemate that ends with blood on the bedsheets and one swearing vengeance for underhanded trickery to their cackling counterpart.

Banites do not kneel before Bhaalists; Bhaalists do not bend for Banites. Both command an unyielding air of dominance. Around and around and around it goes. You only get what you can make them give you, and boy, is it convoluted when two mortal bodies want nothing but to sink fang, claw, and cock into each other but the Gods looming behind them demand acquiescence.

Oh, it was great fun for Gortash. There's something simply charming about having a bedfellow comprised of stone and steel and iron will that would not bow before his command. A never-ending game where the prize is always just out of reach-- just beyond the slip of his fingers. He found his consolation prize on the occasions he was able to force her on hand and knee and swaddle himself deep in the confines of her tight, wet body, the furious fires of her rage only serving to warm him with every merciless cant of his hips.

--Yet, there is something so overwhelmingly blissful about the victory of finally cradling her newfound vulnerability in the palm of his metal-laden fingers.

Fire and fury and death incarnate though she may be, she is as a lost little lamb on exile from her flock. Her shepherd has abandoned her, and so she wanders back listlessly to the last place she felt known-- straight into his grasp.

She is a weapon, honed to a fine edge, and there will be matters to attend to later, but for now, he intends to savor his victory.

She remembers little of herself, and knows even less, but he is more than happy to fill in the blanks of her memory-- rewritten to his whims, of course. Poor dear, so lost and alone, it must have been terrible. Those urges that claw and shred at your insides, being shorn of your sanity little by little as it skelters lost behind you, blown about by tumultuous winds of your profane blood.

He will keep her safe and secure, his hand to Bane-- but she must do as he says. Doesn't she trust him? Isn't he the only one she trusts? The only constant she remembers even as her memory was cruelly lobotomized and hollowed away? Surely there is some part of her that knows she can trust him. Is that not why she found him again?

She may not remember, but her body certainly does. She no longer fights the cries caught in her throat, nor does she stiffen the exquisite arch of her back. She takes him without guilt-- without fear of reprisal-- and it is something marvelous to behold.

She is unchiseled marble; an eager, emphatic little thing he shall turn into his own personal work of art through tender hand and discipline. Her mind is a blank book and he shall fill in the pages as he sees fit. As he has cared for her, she too shall care for him to his precise needs. He will make sure of that.

There is something utterly intoxicating about taming a pure predator. She will take him into her mouth but she wouldn't dare bite down to gnash at his flesh. She will not snarl or snap as he wraps a hand around her exposed throat and squeezes. She will not retaliate with claw when he strikes her and warns her to watch her tongue. She only nods, raw need and desire exposed like a tender nerve now that her scales have been shed away.

The golden collar is a gift. A reward for being such a good girl. After all, she always was, wasn't she? She has picked up excellently right where they left off, and she is so proud as he clasps it around her neck. Never mind the chain, my love, it is there to ensure you are safe; that you do not stray too far from where he might protect you.

She takes to her lessons like an obedient pup, and she doesn't seem to notice as the chain becomes shorter and shorter still.

He could not have imagined the resplendence of the sight of her eagerly on her knees, looking up at him with doe eyes and a wet, slack lip, and surely Bane must be pleased as he feels glory lapped upon him as a wave washes over sand. Bhaal's only beloved daughter turned into a concubine of Bane. He uses her in every blasphemous way that his mind can conceive of-- and he is a man of remarkable mental capability.

He has become adept at penning a missive as he cradles her in his lap, and she remains hushed with a perfect, practiced silence as she rides him slow and deep. He cannot have distractions, after all, and if she slips and becomes a little too emphatic, he corrects the behavior swiftly. He is so terribly proud of her ability to take him well into the hollow of her throat, suckling and laving through his throbs. He is expressionless and cold and she has learned to tell from body language alone when to slow her wicked tongue and when to drive herself to gagging.

He had always craved to have her in unconventional ways-- ways she would not entertain when she was of sound mind, how degrading-- and when he now demands she bend for him and beg him to take her there, she does. Her squeals and cries through bitten lip are wondrous, but the way she begins to steadily grind back against him, coaxing his fingers to fist in her hair or encircle her throat, begging him harder and deeper and to make a mess of her is his crowning glory. He practically ruts her ass into dust, driving her into the mattress in his unrelenting lustful haze until the noise surely reaches Waterdeep.

This proud creature brought to ruin just to serve him.

His, his, only his. Any way he needs her, any way he wants her.

There are still bits and pieces of her inside her rattled mind. Dusty remnants of a malevolent, domineering life once lived. The way her tongue swipes across her teeth to lick the crimson from ivory after he 'corrects' her. The flash of fire in her eyes when he commands her about, ripping her back by the hair until she cries in ecstasy from his treatment. The snarl of indignance as he tugs at her chain, demanding she crawl on hand and knee to placate him--

--and he would have it no other way.

A prize easily won is no true prize, and the beloved blood of Bhaal is his pride and joy. She is a lioness, and he would not see her forget it. He taunts and teases her to snapping only to put her back in her place at his feet once more. He stokes those fires deliberately, only to suffocate them with his presence to remind her that she breathes for him and him alone.

His perfect pleasure vessel-- and perhaps more. It's so terribly hard to think as she whines and croons beneath him, demanding more and more of him as he withholds deliberately. His spoiled, bratty little cockdrunk darling has forgone her throne of blood to sit her exalted behind somewhere far more convenient and pleasurable to him.

Still, she must be kept in line. She takes far too easily to demanding. A hissed word, a few bruises and a bit of blood leaves her glassy-eyed and pliable once more. Open legs, open mouth, open heart.

Oh, her daddy would be so utterly humiliated if he could see the things the Banite makes her scream for. Sometimes, Gortash hopes he can.

#morgana and friends #gortash x durge #tav x gortash #predictably inappropriate so read accordingly #mentions of... everything #again I am my own warning #i imagine he can do the 'no touching' thing for all of 4 minutes and then loses it #I can do a fleshed out story if that's better #I more of.. outlined it

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ok im actually making a dent on the Lights Out prelim outline - ive got a bit over 4k in it but i didnt realize how tough the real start would be. It's actually... sort of boring lmao

#like all frank and wally can do is #sit around and talk / read / avoid sally / check on friends #like??? ITS SO SLOW #what fuckin else is there to do? #like we've got the minor conflict of them still having to do the occasional play for sally #and there's the existentialism of frank learning that everything is fake #but once he acclimates? theyre just vibing #all thats left is for frank to slowly lose hope and also touch with reality like wally #i mean i want him to go through an investigative phase bc he is Observant #but once he reaches the inevitable dead end? #theyre just hanging outttttt #what the hell would they even talk about... #frank trying to chat with a Very out of touch out of practice wally #absolutely unprompted #and so inevitably i have returned to the Aftermath and am working on that while my brain turns over act one things #ive got it on lock all the way to frank meeting the 'new' wally #siiiiiiigh....

[shawtuzi]

yyoyooyoyoyooyoyoy can you pls bless us wit more gun play and eren 😫

ofc i will anything for you miss girl <3333 and i would like to say eren kinda mean in this but reader loves it and his glock nonetheles///here’s an inspo vid that gave me this idea

“his shift will be over soon get to it ma,” eren grunted yanking his sweats down his thighs, his already hard dick slapping against his hoodie. “eren what if he does something….this doesn’t sound like a good idea” you whined taking his dick in your trembling hand. eren kissed his teeth pushing your head down till you were eye level with his dick, “that’s the whole fucking point if he thinks he’s gonna come onto my girlfriend he’s got another thing coming now are you gonna suck my dick or do you need a little more convincing?” you felt something cold nudge your temple and immediately knew what it was.

you nodded quickly getting ready to put in some serious work but not before eren gave you a loving kiss on the forehead muttering a soft “that’s my good girl love you so much.” before you could tell him you loved him infinitely more eren pushed your head down till his cock was fully sheathed in your throat. “that’s it baby just like that lemme fuck your throat,” eren pushed the glock harder against your temple making you whimper, the small vibrations from it making his dick throb.

“got some fucking nerve coming onto my girl like i won’t make sure he ends up on the front of a fucking t-shirt,” eren grunted bucking his hips up. eren likes his head very messy as we all know—if you aren’t gagging and slobbering all over his dick you ain’t doing something right!! “he’s coming out—fuck keep sucking my shit ‘n don’t stop until i say ‘kay?,” eren asked trailing the glock down the side of your face. all you could muster was a pathetic ‘mhmm’ but it was good enough for eren.

there he was: reiner braun walking so confidently out of his job thinking he was meeting you at your place but he was in for a lot more. eren relaxed into his seat rolling down the window with his free hand, “aye reiner!” eren called out a sick smirk on his face. reiner’s brows furrowed as he walked towards the car and he immediately felt sick at the sight. there you were sucking eren’s dick with a gun to your head but you seemed to be enjoying it??? “what the fuck…” he muttered taking a step back making eren laugh, “yeah what the fuck is right what do you think you’re doing textin’ my girlfriend?” reiner couldn’t fathom a single thought—no not when your gags were the only thing that could be heard throughout the entire parking lot. “i- i don’t-”

“i-i-i nothing don’t ever try that shit again or this thing is gonna be aimed at your head next time now get the fuck on i don’t wanna see your face when i cum in her mouth, say goodbye y/n,” eren grunted giving your ass a hard smack. you squeaked quickly lifting your head up still continuing to stroke eren’s dick, “bye reiner sorry i tricked you,” you giggled leaning over the console to give eren a sloppy kiss which he gratefully returned. “she’s not really sorry now get the fuck out of here,” eren chuckled rolling up the window now turning his attention to you.

“if he or anyone tries anything with you just lemme know baby i’ll take care of it. think you can suck this and ridemy dick at the same time?” he asked cocking his head to the side, although he already knew you could. “mhm i’ll tell you ren and yes i can,” you beamed hopping over the console, you lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side slowly sinking down on his twitching dick. “yeahhh shit that’s it,” eren sighed dreamily tilting the seat back so he’s able to admire you in all your glory. he brought the glock to your swollen lips and you took it into your mouth without a second thought.

“you’re so pretty y/n.”

#sorry if this is kinda rushed i literally finished it on my break <\3 #but why did this literally take me like a day and a half to write i am losing my touch chile #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #my writing

[quixoticprince]

This was my secret santa gift for PegasusLauraNK on twitter  🥳 (Not sure if she’s on tumblr... if you’re on here I’ll edit the post) 

As always! SS was organized by @saintseiya-zone :D

#saint seiya #cdz #sts #pegasus seiya #Sagittarius seiya #ig #saint seiya omega #pegasus koga #Omega wasnt really for me...had to drop it- but! I always am really interested to see how older versions of characters turn out #I really like seiya and shiryu as dads lol #I'm losing my touch on coloring metal harumph #I gotta practice more.. I know I havent been drawing much recently (sorry about that btw) Im gonna try to do more