#as messy as it is. as sketchy and sloppy

[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

#sketch #comic #Hi-Note #magritte #rafael

[autistic-shaiapouf]

If I could completely wipe my mind of what it means to be proficient with a violin I would do it

#i dont wanna CARE about my technique i just wanna be absolute dogshit at playing and have fun!!!! #I'm not even like this with drawing it is literally just the instrument 👁👁 i need to just start playing and get messy with it #squeaks from the bow and out of tune notes from shaky shifts.. the auditory equivalent of sketchy lines and bleeding colors #also. 90% of people don't know how tell if you haven't developed a tone; but the people who know KNOW #seeing good players critique technique on like. america's got talent; if you know what to look for #it's not very hard to spot someone who doesn't really know what they're doing; and that's the kind of critic i am with myself i suppose #i need. to play my instrument sloppy style.. #shai speaks

[thefairygodmonster]

I have a tricky relationship with the idea of “finish” when it comes to my art. Something Ive been trying to change so that art is healthier and more fun for me.

See, “finished” historically for me has always meant inked, colored, and rendered, preferably with decent lighting, something clean. HOWEVER, this definition does not vibe AT ALL with how I art. Past experiences have made it hard to break away from that academic approach. This sense that art needs to be made in a certain order and that all the steps need to be filled out for it to be complete. Its like filling out a form. You cant turn it in until all the boxes are ticked. Thats so inorganic for me though.

Id like to use pooka to snap out of it. I have all these fun rough drawings Id LOVE to get on paper and in color. That idea of the “nice paper” is messin with me though, bringin up old outdated thoughts of “dont mess up this is the final.” But nah. Art doesnt have to be like that.

Im messy, I love mess. I love my sketchy energetic lines full of personality and emotion. I dont wanna downplay that with my own hangup about art bein this or that. And if I mess up, I can work with it or do it again and better! Thats whats fun about it is just that repetition till it finally clicks.

Anyways this is jusy me ramblin to psyche myself up to finally break that mental fence stopping me from doing what I want to do. Time to make the sloppy stuff.

[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: zeke x reader

genre: porn star au | warnings: sexual content, fem!reader | wc: 806

⏤ Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine it spoken at night, roughly, in the middle of an intense romantic encounter.

It’s different this time around.

It’s just two lovers on a scratchy, whitewashed blue bed-sheet, with the silence as their soundtrack.

The room is oddly cool, almost as if completely submerged under midnight waters, a draught carrying with a swooping gesture across the bareness of the bedroom. Well, it could be described as a bedroom; instead, perhaps just a room accompanied by a bed and a large lion-footed chester drawers with one or two shirts hanging from over the edges. A messy, rather sloppy sight that was overshone by the heat and the friction of the two bodies atop the double bed, the world theirs to take. A dappled light shone through the half-open curtains by a bay window, the blinds slanted with tasteless effort to close them moments earlier. It doesn’t feel like how it felt before; a blinding light cast down onto a pretty bed with unflattering drapes, the offbeat pop song that choreographed each movement of your partner. No sketchy, planned, rehearsed scene could even dare to live up to the feelings shared this night between two lovers.

His lips began to smother from the underside of your jaw down the smooth expanse of your neck, kissing tenderly at the highlights. Both lovers already bare, shivers coursing through their veins at every small collision their bodies made; his hands smooth across your thighs, his palms merely spreading them apart to accommodate himself between. Your neck, now but a canvas of bruising eggplant shades and red welts upon your collarbones arches back, and you sigh out in delight at the way Zeke explores your body like it is a treasure map- let him be the pirate.

At the absence of his clothes, Zeke pushed himself deeper inside of you, the safe grip on your legs hoisted up to fit around his waist being nothing but strong gestures of encouragement; a gentle squeeze told him not to worry but to instead, keep going, and so he did. 

His teeth move to graze at the juncture of your neck, whispering moans painted across your skin as his body moves like a wave in, out, in, out; a rhythm only you two can keep up with. He tries- you can see- to be gentle, the way a lover should be, but at the sight of seeing your mouth hanging agape, a pornographic groan erupting from the back of your throat, pride swallows him whole and naturally, he grows cockier and cockier by the second. Catching his lips with your teeth when he figures it’s ‘time’ to press kisses to your mouth, he growls– words caught dead on his tongue.

��Yes, baby, like that,” he praises, encourages, “just like that.”

His hands, shakily, move to hold the calf of your leg, adjusting himself so his final movements can be perfect. As the moon shifts at a different angle, and the light changes, you can see his hips falter and slow, shifting to a grinding pace and his hands move in a stuttery movement, callous palms rubbing across your skin.

“M’gonna cum,” he whispers. “Babe-”

“Let go,” is what you reply, lips ghosting over his own. “Let go, baby, let go, fill me–”

Who is he to deny?

The feeling of your stomach sporadically churning and tensing up, a line of sweat builds on your hairline as he keeps up his pace. Soon, he thinks, soon.

“I love you,” Zeke almost whines, “God, I love you so, so much.”

A groan elicits from your lips- “I love you, too- oh, my god, I love you–”

“CUT!”

The lights switch on, blinding you and almost instantly, Zeke falters to turn his head over his shoulder, staring at the crew with raised cameras and artificial lights, clipboards in hands, the small light flickering red.

“…thinking we take it from the third angle, again,” the director suggests. “Cut the love-ending, too, you’ve gotta keep your audience interested. Nobody wants to see a couple actually in love.”

Zeke nods, “sure thing.”

The crew begin to manoeuvre their gear around the set, chattering amongst themselves as you drop to a thud onto the sheets, disappointment evident on your features. At the sound of your breath slipping from your lips, Zeke looks over and gently- almost playfully- shakes your leg.

“Cheer up, babe,” he murmurs. In contrast to the porno, hearing him say babe just makes you feel more disappointed. “You did well.”

He leaves a fleeting kiss on your leg before letting it drop to the sheet where your body lies, and lifting himself up from the mattress. As the bed rises due to his weight moving, your chest sinks with even more disappointment. 

But you are the only one to blame- what a silly thing to do, falling for a guy you can never really have?

#zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke yeager imagine #zeke smut #zeke imagine #attack on titan #aot #beast titan #war chief zeke #snk #snk imagine #aot smut #magunes #mine #jeanbie

[hotchlove]

Sexy Back | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • sexy back - 590 words • desc.: - nsfw - no actual smut but hintings. read at ur own risk! ;-)

• • • • ~ ʚĭɞ ~ • • • • ~ ʚĭɞ ~• • • • ~ ʚĭɞ ~• • • • ~ ʚĭɞ ~ • • • •

me and aaron both have exhausting jobs. him being a profiler who basically travels the country for a living, in and out of flights every two days. and me, a preschool teacher. i know, our jobs can't compare. what aaron does is changing the world, making it a safer place. and me, i discipline kids just for them to leave after 4 years and be brats to the next teacher they get. but hey, toddlers are just as difficult as murderers. i enter our apartment and sigh, dropping my bag to the floor and taking my high heels off. "finally." i mumble, my soles finally getting a break. i hang my jacket and notice aaron's is already hung. is he home already? "aaron?" his shoes are here too. i yawn and enter our bedroom, seeing him laying in bed still in his suit as he reads a book. "hi honey." he throws the book on the bed and slides off, grabbing my waist and kissing me. "how come you're home?" i ask as he kisses me. "quick case." he gives me a quick smile. "is it selfish to be happy about that? i missed you." i play with his hair as he nuzzles on my neck, "i missed you more." he's clearly in the mood. but i'm sweaty and hairy and tired, "can i take a shower first?" he shakes his head. "what for? you look and taste great." he smirks and kisses me again. "plus, i have a surprise for you." he does? "you do?" he walks me towards the bed and pushes me down, "mhm. sit." my eyebrows raise and my lips part, i obey his command and sit with my legs criss cross. "now, i heard this is supposed to be sexy," oh goodie. "so just sit back and enjoy." he smirks, walking towards the dresser where he presses the space button on his laptop. a song starts playing and he starts loosening his tie, taking it off in a seductive way. i look at him and bite my lip until i realise what the song is .. sexy back by justin timberlake. don't laugh. do not laugh. he's gonna think i'm laughing at him. i bite my lower lip to surpress my laughs as he unbuttons his shirt now. the sight of his bare chest distracts me for a little while but i cannot with this song. i chuckle and he stops, "what's so funny?" his hands in his pocket. "are you not enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow, "no, no- i am. it's just.. the song." i laugh, "sexy back? really?" he finally let's his dress shirt fall off completely. "yeah? is it not good? i can change it." i giggle and stand up, throwing my arms over his shoulders and kissing him, "i tiktoked it. seducive songs to strip to, first thing that came up." i can't help but giggle and drop my head into his shoulder. "seriously? you tiktoked it?" another laugh escapes me, but him aswell "yeaah! i wanted to try something new. clearly you're being very unappreciative." his grip on my waist tightens. i kiss him again, messy and sloppy, just the way he likes it. "i am very grateful, honey, but i don't need a sketchy 2006 song to find you sexy. you could be wearing a batman costume and i'd still fuck you." "is that an invitation? i could totally get a costu-" i interrupt him and kiss him again, shaking my head. "just get naked, agent." "yes ma'am."

#aaron hotchner #fanfic #criminal minds #bau team #thomas gibson #oneshot

[artwfred]

Super sloppy animation I made because I liked the profile I drew of y’shtola. Also I love the messy and sketchy art style. Not sure if it’s just me.

#anime #anime art #manga #animegirl #sketch #mangaart #digital art #art #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv art #ff14 #final fantasy series #final fantasy xiv #yshtola #cat girl #sketchy

[anonymouspuzzler]

(PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN FIRST IMAGE TEXT ESPECIALLY!!)

oh boy we've hit the point in my Psychonauts art backlog where we get into my OVERLY ELABORATE AUs!! This first one is what I call the "Cally O'Pia AU", which is basically "everything is the same except Cassie stole rescued one very specific weird little boy from a psychic lobotomy, and he grew up raised by her instead. There's a lot more content for this that I'd still like to finish someday, so I'll leave it there for now! There's another AU I've worked on more that you'll be seeing a LOT more of soon, though...

(Alt text/image IDs under the cut!)

[Image 1 ID (PSYCHONAUTS 2 SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION): A sketchy, colored design for "(Caligosto) Cally O'Pia", an alternate version of Loboto who was raised by Cassie. He is posing with one hand on his hip and the other gesturing outwards; he has both original arms rather than a prosthetic. He has a full head of hair in a sloppy bob with long bangs and a yellow flower tucked behind his ear, wears glasses with green and red lenses instead of the inlaid lenses, and wears several multicolored bracelets and necklaces resembling Cassie's. He is wearing a janitorial staff Psychonauts uniform with the sleeves rolled up, half dark teal-green like an agent uniform and half-lilac purple. Over the uniform, he wears a long handmade-looking light-yellow skirt with pink tassels along the bottom edge, patched with several long patterned scraps of fabric as well as several smaller square patches. He is also wearing blue ribbed socks with light-brown sandals, and two fanny packs on his waist, one purple, one dark blue. There are bullet points about his personality and backstory next to the design, reading: - Picked up by Cassie during a Psychic 7 run on hospitals performing lobotomies (she got a little overzealous seeing a kid on deck and just. took him and ran) - Never met Lucrecia; she'd already left for Grulovia by the time he was adopted - Kept training with the Psychonauts, but became increasingly disillusioned seeing the Psychic 6 fall apart (especially when Cassie retreated to the Gulch) - Extremely powerful psychic, but blows off responsibility to the point he's all but useless as an agent; mostly tends to the aquarium and acts as a handyman - De facto custodian of the Gulch, since he's the only agent who can reliably make it in and out (he's going to check up on his mom) - Openly bisexual; in an on again-off again relationship with Oleander (both would rather it stay on but neither are emotionally mature enough to admit it) - Suspicious about the circumstances behind Maligula's defeat & the "official" Psychonauts founding; took on the moonlighting half from disillusionment, half to secretly investigate without influence (Oleander knew & would occasionally help) - Took the Deluginary job to get info on Maligula, didn't know about the plan with Truman until too late (no hard feelings against the guy himself, y'know?); realized he was in over his head, leaked coordinates to Raz & co. but got threatened into finishing the job regardless - Considered leaving the Psychonauts to be a dentist or marine biologist when he was younger; couldn't bear to abandon Cassie - One of the only agents to still regularly visit Compton in Psychoisolation - Picked up some writing skills from Cassie (he likes freeform poetry) - The socks with sandals are absolutely, specifically to piss off Hollis. Come at him.]

[Image 2 ID: A younger Cally O'Pia. He has messy hair, glasses, a big smile, and is eating a chunk of honeycomb. He is wearing a long tank top resembling Cassie's dress, over pleated pants that reach mid-shin, and sandals.]

[Image 3 ID: Traditional pen sketches of Cally O'Pia. In the left, he is standing with a neutral expression, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a dripping mop; in the other, he is sitting, grinning and using his psychic powers. In the second image he has removed his wrap-skirt to wear it as a shawl around his shoulders instead, revealing the Psychonauts uniform jumpsuit reaches about mid-shin on him.]

[Image 4 ID: A sketchy three-panel comic of Cally and Oleander. In the first, Oleander, wearing boxers and an unbuttoned shirt over a tank top, walks down a hall shouting "Cal??" Cally, standing around the corner wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt, using telekinesis to bring plates over to him to dry, replies, "Kitchen". Oleander continues, "I can't find my All Paul shirt". The second panel shows Cally shifting his weight onto one leg as he dries the plate with a rag, nonchalantly saying, "Mm. Haven't seen it." Oleander, now looking directly at Cally around the corner, says, "Cal". "Yeah", Cally replies. "You are wearing the shirt", says Oleander. The final panel shows Cally, grinning knowingly and continuing to dry the dish, replying sing-song, "Dunno what you're taaalking abooouuuttt". Oleander, bracing his feet against Cally's lower back and tugging at the hem of the shirt with both hands, screams, "CAL SO HELP ME". Cally simply responds, "I look good though right".]

#anonymous puzzler art #psychonauts 2 #caligosto loboto #psychonauts 2 spoilers #rhombus of ruin spoilers #morceau oleander #cassie o'pia #tw for mention of medical abuse (specifically lobotomies) #one fun bit of trivia that I wrote after that little character bio that i *will* share #I decided Cally also does a ton of writing for true psychic tales under a pseudonym #he mostly sees it as propaganda-y schlock but he's *very* charmed that Raz is such a big fan

[writing-good-vibes]

bo sinclair x f!reader x corey cunningham: morning sex drabble

absolutely inspired by @sketchy-rosewitch's headcanons. i didn't know how much i needed this grouping until they posted. these are just thoughts i needed to get out into a drabble but didn't have the brain power to write a full fic for (it might happen one day though).

WARNING for smut, poly relationship, voyeurism adjacent, mentions of sex tapes and porn and mild implications of dom/sub dynamics.

it's a sunday morning and you have nothing to do today. bo gets out of bed first, leaving you and corey to snooze (as you'd had a very late night *wink wink*).

without bo in the middle, you and corey cuddle up to one another. you can feel his morning wood pressed against you and you don't know if you had a wet dream or what but you're already dripping.

you get so tangled up in cuddling and grinding even though neither of you are properly awake, and your mouth is on his, messy and sloppy, and then corey's cock slips into you, and --

bo comes back in with a cup of coffee. he raises a brow when he sees the two of you wrapped up together. he's only been gone five minutes, he thinks, his babies are insatiable.

through sleep-bleary eyes and the haze of sex, you and corey realise bo is back.

"don't stop on my account," bo insists, sitting in the chair closest to the bed.

and you don't. you keep going, moaning every time corey's hips roll and his pubis rubs against your clit.

bo palms himself through his boxers, just taking in the scene before him. sometimes he gives directions; "slower", "touch her like that, like i do", "pull his hair, y'know he loves it", "this way, i wanna see you both".

you catch corey's attention drifting to bo now and then, eyes heavy-lidded as he makes sure bo's attention is on him. that's not to say you don't send bo enough looks of your own, the way his eyes follow yours and corey's movements makes you drip even more.

it feels like you're doing a porno, with bo as the sleazy director behind the camera. if you ever mention that thought out loud, bo won't hesitate to go fetch the camcorder. and with two very, very willing volunteers, maybe he's found his calling.

corey finally comes, groaning against your neck, and your hips buck desperately as you tip over the edge.

don't think it's over though. you really think after all that, bo isn't going to want a go too? you have all day, after all.

as you and corey are coming down, bo makes his way to the bed, shedding his t-shirt and boxers as he goes.

"who want's to go first?"

#bo sinclair #corey cunningham #bo sinclair x reader #corey cunningham x reader #bo sinclair x reader x corey cunningham #house of wax 2005 #halloween ends #bisexual corey truther #bisexual BO truther #ahhh the way this polycule got in my head and is refusing to leave #my two best babygirls and i get to have them both #its unethical to sleep with your boss but when he's so damn fine. what are you supposed to do?

[skelly-words]

bf!Choso headcanons

it’s midnight and but i don’t have class until 4 tomorrow so idc. i wrote this on my phone so it’s really low quality, mind the typos

nsfw at the end so NO MINORS

tw- there’s a cnc headcanon

Forehead kiss enthusiast, both giving or receiving. It’s such a simple and cute show of affection and also a comfortable form of PDA, so it’s kinda perfect.

He loves trying new things because there’s a lot he hasn’t experienced, so his favorite dates are aquariums, museums, art fairs, new restaurants or foods, etc.

He likes all animals, but wants a cat as a pet. They match his mellow energy and like napping and people watching too. Get this man a kitten to put in his hoodie pocket.

He likes dressing complimentary to you. It’s like being an accessory to your outfit, so he waits to see what you’ll wear for the day and then picks his outfit accordingly.

So obsessed with you, but in a quiet way. Just looking at you makes him feel so happy and full inside. Love is an amazing thing and you're showing him that experience for the first time.

His love language is probably quality time, so it's easy to keep him satisfied. I think he'd be really self-conscious about being clingy, so invite him everywhere so he knows that you want him around.

Doesn't talk much (I love a man who knows when to stfu), but he has small non-verbal cues that he uses as communication. Some of it is in his body language or mannerisms that you've picked up on. But over time you can almost know what he wants to say by just making eye contact.

His wallpaper is layered hearts of your eye color (the tik tok trend yk) even us kaka brown girls (monochrome is sexy). And I know he'd be so smitten if you did the same for him, but he'd never ask you to.

Ok y'all I got the nsfw ones too

We know he has a nasty, gross, hot hot breeding kink (it's practically canon atp). But he's also respectful. I'm gonna say Choso 100% gets a vasectomy pretty early into your relationship. (1) he thinks female contraception is sketchy. (2) he accommodates for his own kinks. Alright I think I'm done now.

He's big but doesn't know what to do with it. At least seven inches and his tip flushes to pretty purple when he's really hard.

Loves messy head, giving or receiving. A sloppy blow job could fix 99% of his problems. Lots of spit and moan with him; he’ll last five minutes, maybe.

If he’s giving oral though, it’s usually foreplay. He’ll let you cum, but he’s gonna fuck you too.

He prefers having sex in your room, nothing crazy. But aside from that, he likes to fuck on the couch. The husband material he’s made of gets horny after dinner and he gets handsy while you’re cuddling on the couch underneath a throw blanket. He bends you over the back if neither of you feel like waiting (it’s so you can’t put your face in the cushions)

Did I mention he likes when you’re loud? mostly because it’s hard to hear you over the filth coming out of his mouth if you’re too quiet.

Power dynamics don’t matter to him. He can be subby or dominant no matter what position you pick, and it just depends on the mood at the time. As long as he cums inside at the end, it doesn’t matter.

He’s into cnc, but in a “it’s hot that you trust him to know when you’re in the mood” way.

And he gives your clit a little kiss after. It’s an essential part of after care.

Okay and here’s some slightly ooc toxic ones if you’re into that (WARNING: idk what to warn for. cw- my weird shit?)

I don’t think he’d mind sharing you with his friends as long as they don’t touch your pussy. Ignoring canon obv, i think he’d be good friends with Sukuna (that’s a whole other thing), um, and Choso wouldn’t mind a three way or if his friend asked for some head while the three of you were hanging out. You’d have to be into it, bc that’s the part that gets him off. He likes that you love him so much you want to help his best friend out too.

So so manipulative when you’re angry. He just want you to stop being mad and will say whatever you want him to. He means it when he makes promises to you, but if that doesn’t work or you actually want to leave him then it’s just a game of what words you need to hear.

“Nobody else can understand how to love you, don’t you get that? This is it.”

“What do I have without you, baby? You’re my everything. You can’t just take everything away from me like this. Haven’t I been good enough to you to deserve better?”

Additionally he’s into cnc in a “you’re always in the mood if it’s for him” way.

He constantly has babies on the brain, family is the natural progression of love. He loves you and doesn’t understand what a big deal kids are. And he can take care of you and the baby anyway, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. Just let him get you pregnant 🙄

a/n- was this aight? idk what to write anymore and uni is killing me. it’s the first day of my thanksgiving break so i finished this 😭😭😭

#choso headcanons #choso smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso #jjk #jjk x reader

[toppaintingcompanys]

Why you need to hair a professional painting service company

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[masterfuldoodler]

Sup I queued stuff and then got tired :/ but expect only low quality doodles smh

#text #august rambles #hi actually I have some more thoughts so pls read these tags #im putting them here because I don't want to think hard enough to make it sound nice #but. thank you guys for following me #thanks for coming along and looking at my Mess of a booth. thanks for liking things. for reblogging. for commenting #thanks for all the ways that you interact with me and make it worth sharing art here #like seriously. if you guys weren't around id be yelling to the void and there'd be no point to this blog #it's here to share art with you. and so im glad that it found some people. and those people stuck around and are so gracious to my art #as messy as it is. as sketchy and sloppy #as boring and flat. and whatever else its lacking. you guys still like it and wow it has made my day and made creating so great #so yeah. you guys are all amazing and I appreciate you guys #i really need to queue some reblogs because every time I get on here I feel bad about the fact that it's empty #im not doing anything to support other artists but people are still doing stuff for me #also! for fun i might try doing some stuff kinda like i did on insta. so if you have a fun idea tell me #wow my brain got so tired that sentence was so vague #im thinking about doing an oc ask game or something

[icewindandboringhorror]

TWO QUICK QUESTIONS!! (as shown in the example images (BUT ignore everything else like font/sloppy text box/art/etc. since those are just silly placeholder images which I’ll change later, here I'm just asking about the positioning of people, not other things lol)) --

1. When a single person is speaking, should they be placed to the left side of the screen (1st image), or in the middle (2nd image)?

2. When two people appear on the screen at the same time, should they be next to each other on the left (3rd image), or farther apart with one on the left and one on the right (4th image)?

#sorry i hate asking public questions but i can't decide hbjhbjhb #if i knew how to use discord or one of those other chat things i would just like... go on a search for a handful of people who are #good at giving feedback and make a private group where i can just ask them stuff sometimes but I'm Hermit And Can't Use Social Media #Now in like 7th grade when i first ever has access to the internet i was very fascinated by all the sites out there and made accounts on #everything like.. for no reason just to have them.. I had like.. accounts on random russian social media sites and some random #chinese phot sharing platform thing like i just thought it was really cool to look at the layouts of all the different sites out there #and make accounts and etc. But currently i don't understand anything and barely use anything ghgh #i also just feel uncomfortable posting things publicly if I don't personally like them lol.. the fact that I'm using unpolished placeholder #images for some things like.. tremendously bothers me even if I mention it ahead of time and etc. ghghg #when I finally just embrace sloppiness as an aesthetic and come to terms with just doing goofy looking stuff that isn't meant to be #taken seriously it will be over for these bintches (bintches being the poo poo parts of my brain that make me overly critical ghgh) #i have never in my life been able to do anything that looks clean and polished like.. from phsycial appearance to writing to sculptures to #outfits to art to when i cook things like.. my whole essence and mental process just adds a hint of messy disorganization to everything #even the way I speak is rambly and unclear sometimes and etc. etc. that's just how I operate lol.. and like.. thats fine actually #like clutter for my costumes looks okay! and my room looks nice even if it's a bit of mish mash of things I like it #I don't even mind my generally sketchy unproportioned sort of art style or the sculptures that have two eyes of different sizes or etc #since it still fits into an Aesthetic like.. it goes together on it's own . I'm just naturally a bit goofy and scrappy and that can work #fine as long as you just have that be Your Thing and ebrace it and get comfortable with being that way. My thing is just that I tend to #actually prefer clean looking things (like people with neat handwriting or that can just wear a tshirt and jeans and have it #look okay without having to add 6798989 layers or that can have houses that are all white and minimalist and etc. etc.) like I think it look #s cool but it's... VERY opposite from my own personal aesthetic and way of doing things so in a way I have unattainable standards #luckily though I do really like messy stuff as well like.. I love cluttered outfits and old victorian houses with way too much decor #and etc. so I really just have to find a balance and get comfortable with my messines enough to the point that I'm not like #overly weird about something so small as asking a question with messy little sample images attached like.. s #.. it's a quick little image used to show something to ask a question.. since when does that have to be perfect and Clean #and even if this wasn't placeholder stuff and i kept everything looking the way it does now.. there'd be no problem with that at all because #it's just a Sketchy Aesethetic like.. blease getteth over this weird standard that everything has to look neat at all times with no regard #to context or etc. whatsoever.. idk where the hell my brain picked that up from but it's annoying and gets in the way of stuff like me askin #g things I need to be asking or etc. BUT ANYWAY!! .. see.. yet again I'm embodying my standard clutter aesthetic.. i can't #make a single post without having like.. paragraphs of rambling off topic tags under it hhjhj.. That's Just How I Am Babey

[wolfythewitch]

I think your line art is less "neat" and more "neato!" Like it's clearly sketchy and messy but not at all sloppy, very smooth and pretty, y'know? Like you can really really tell you're one of those quick, well-practiced artists with lots of skill.

Oh svdhdh awww thank you! I’m trying to get there :D I need to practice sketching a lot more cause currently my art is very Trust the process and I want my sketches to look prettier lmao

#arty angie things #wolfy tedtalks

[necodrop-archive]

I love my art. There's certain quirks I just :) at it like sometimes the paws will look normal but if I need the cat to point I will turn them into cat hands. Heart noses, paw pads, and the fucking uhhh herat inside the mouth when characters open their mouths big enough to see inside. I'm trying to find a different way of drawing eyes but I like my current eye style as well. I just feel I can make it more "anime" since that's my goal from exaggerated expressions and designs. Ok cat break

I like the way my digital art is turning out as well, I used to HATE doing digital art but now I feel so much more comfortable with it. Even if it's just sketching/lining then coloring it in I feel it's much more enjoyable than doing line art I hated and never liking the end result due to shaking hands. And even now when I do digital line art it's all sketchy but I use certain brushes like pencil or crayon to pull out the charm of messy line work ^w^ I also like coloring digitally now, I used to stress over making it professional but now I just slap some filters and textures and it looks 100x better. Shading helps too even if it's just a tiny bit it makes a world of a difference. Another cat break

I just really have improved and gotten happy with the way I draw. The only complaint I have is that I tend to do the same poses but that can easily be fixed with references. I draw for fun, I don't want to take classes or do tutorials on "how to make your anatomy better" or whatever I just. Like drawing sloppy style :3 I've worked on same face and same body types and I feel they're more "diverse" or whatever word. It took 19 years but I really like how far I've come

#HEROS ROAR! #long post

[lmaoeraserhead]

pairing : stripper!Ushijima x reader

wc: 2.5k

a/n : this is based off of a random thought i had a couple of days ago. It’s so past my bed time right now, this is completely unedited and its most likely awful, but please please please enjoy!

warnings: SMUT 18+, pet names, one (1) pussy slap, mean Ushi, sex work??? idk lemme know if i missed anything please

You hear the opening of Old Town Road from the booth you and some of your closest friends rented for the night. Never in a million years had you imagined you’d be spending your night in a sketchy ass club, and you definitely hadn’t expected the country (if you could even call it that) song from the booming speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome our star performer, Ace, to the stage.” The clear voice rings loud enough to push through your hazy thoughts. Despite having tons of fun with your friends (and one too many drinks), you were tired and just about ready to call it a night. 

The lights suddenly took a dive, and you were left in the dark with your vodka cranberry. Excited squeals can be heard from other people around you. The song started slowly, definitely edited, the bass making the ice cubes in your drink dance with the beat. You could feel the vibration deep in your bones, and it sent a pleasant shiver up your spine. 

As slowly as the lights had plunged dark, they sure took their damn time brightening back up. Squinting from your seat, you could hardly see anything on stage through the red haze of the lights and fog machine. You didn’t know why, but the anticipation had your toes curling in your platforms. The achingly slow buildup pushed you forward in your seat and sent your legs moving to get closer to the main stage. You weaved your way through the packed crowd alone, ducking under and around stray limbs that got in your way. 

The guitar of Old Town Road picks up, and it strikes you odd how sensual the usually goofy song sounds. Of course, you’re in a strip club and you should have at least expected some unconventional set lists. Your friends call out your name from the dark corner they’re sitting in, but you’re mesmerized by someone you can’t even see yet, so you don’t even turn to acknowledge their calls. 

Taking a big gulp from your drink and stealing one of the few empty chairs left lining the stage, the hair on the back of your neck raises when the spotlight finally focuses on the figure that is in the center of your vision. His routine hasn’t even started, and he already has the whole club enthralled. Ace was his stage name, but you wonder what his real name could be. Although, Ace seemed to fit him well enough. He’s built like an executioner, ready to deliver the last blow. 

He’s huge, well over 6 feet tall. His rippling muscle that’s somehow already sweaty and glistening, bulges with every one of his subtle movements. You can’t see his face, which is tilted down underneath a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, but you can only imagine how attractive he is from his build alone. He’s shirtless, wearing jeans, a huge rodeo buckle, and boots with spurs. 

His left hand comes up to lift the brim of his white wicker hat, slowly revealing his smoldering hooded eyes. He is the center of attention, and he’s enjoying it. The hundreds of chattering mouths fall quiet as the beat picks up, along with his very anticipated dancing. His hips move with practiced ease, back and forth, stretching the taut muscles of his stomach. Your eyes find the thatch of hair below his bellybutton, and follow it’s trail, huffing under your breath with dissapointment when you end up at the heavy-looking belt buckle he’s wearing. 

Your mouth suddenly feels dry, you lick your lips and take a sip of your slightly watered-down drink. Your teeth catch your bottom lip when you look back up from your lukewarm vodka to find warm chocolate eyes level with yours, among other things. Sucking in a deep breath, you watch as his body, now perpendicular to the worn wooden stage, as it grinds to the beat. 

His eyes never leave yours as he dances to what is now becoming one of your favorite songs. His fist meets the ground, simultaneously paired with a thrust of his hips. He turns his head to the side, giving you a glimpse of the strong column of his neck. One particularly smooth move of his has your thighs clenching together. 

Not once in your whole life had you ever thought you’d be jealous of a floor, but the way Ace was practically fucking himself against it had you squirming in your seat. The clank of his belt buckle against the hardwood had you imagining his sweaty body above yours, you could practically feel the strong build of his shoulders underneath your fingernails. You could feel the way he’d thrust into you, leaving you a whimpering mess. 

Ace makes his way uprights again, slowly, teasingly. He smirks at you, and only you. His gaze is heavy and his expression sends a swooping feeling through your stomach. The song finally comes to an end, with Ace kneeling down in front of you. His thick index finger is under your jaw, closing your mouth and tilting your head up. You’re both breathless, for two completely different reasons. He places his hat on your head, bends down, and whispers in your ear, “Find me backstage.”

Before he backs away, he pulls your earlobe in between his teeth and growls lowly. Your wide eyes and stunned expression make a chuckle rumble from his bare chest. You nod slowly, because what else were you supposed to do?

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“You liked the show, huh?” Before you could respond, you were pulled against Ace’s sweaty chest. Backstage was a mess of show runners, other performers, and wires. But somehow Ace had managed to get his own private dressing room, fully equipped with a couch, closet, and functioning shower. And you had managed to find him with the help of his hat on top of your frizzy hair. 

The alcohol you had consumed earlier helped you melt into his sturdy lap, and lean into him, “I enjoyed it very much, Ace.” You contemplated for a bit, tilting your head, “Interesting song choice, though.” You couldn’t help but squirm on his jean-clad thighs as his hands trailed up and down your sides, catching on the hem of your dress. 

“My name isn’t Ace, little one,” he smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It’s Ushijima.” He took his hat off of your head with little ceremony and pushed one of his thumbs past your lips. “And from the state of your sloppy pussy you’re trying so hard to grind on me, I’d say you didn’t mind the song too much,” 

You suck on his thumb like a good little girl and nod frantically. Now that you think about it, you had been subconciously rubbing yourself against the hardening bulge in his pants. “M’can’t help it, i-it hurts so bad.” You slur around his thick digit, and drool drops onto your chin. His performance had turned your silk panties see-through, and you were staring to leave a dark spot on the crotch of Ushijima’s jeans. 

“You’re such a messy little thing, aren’t you.” He pulls his thumb away and smears your spit into your cheek, “I bet you’d do anything to ride my cock, hmmm?” He presses your body even closer to him, his body heat deliciously warm. Being this close to him makes you realize just how enormous he actually is, another thought that leaves your thighs clenching. 

Ushijima’s harsh breaths are mingling with yours, you don’t have space to think, but your body is answering every question he shoots your way, tenfold. He kisses you with the ferocity of a starved man. It’s messy, and when he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both. His pupils are blown so wide that the hazel of his eyes can hardly be seen. 

You nod your head, “Please.” Looking up through your lashes you see him hesitate for just a moment. “Please! Please Ushijima, fuck me.” You’re whining at this point, you know, but you’re so desperate. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath and swipes his sweaty hair from his forehead, “get up, little one. I want you to take off this fucking dress.” He lifts you from his lap with ease and turns you around in front of him. “You’ve been teasing me with this outfit all night. Squeezing those soft thighs together in front of everyone, like a whore.” You whimper, suddenly feeling very exposed, “What? You think I didn’t notice?” He taunts you mercilessly. You’re so wet at this point, you can feel it dripping down the inside of your thighs. 

You lift the hem of your dress over your head and drop it next to you on the floor. You’ve never been extremely shy but the man in front of you makes it nearly impossible not to want to run away from his sharp gaze. The black underwear you had decided to wear for the night were nothing special, and your reluctance to wear a bra had come back to bite you in the ass. You were practically naked in front of Ushijima. 

“Your panties too, little one. I can’t fuck you with those in the way, can I?” A small moan gets caught in the back of your throat as he slips his hands underneath the soft silk covering you. “And here I thought you were gonna be my good little slut.” He tsks and shakes his head disapprovingly. The muscles in his jaw work as he slips a finger through your slippery folds. “You’re… so wet.” He admonishes, still circling your cunt but never where you need him the most. 

“No shit.” You roll your eyes and grip his forearm, trying and failing to get his fingers on your clit. He pulls his hand away and before you realize what’s happening, he slaps you through your underwear. The shock is enough to send you back into his lap, mewling. “F-fuck! What was that for?” You thread your fingers together behind his neck and press your bare chest against his, feeling very impatient. 

Ushijima is finally at his limit, apparently, because he reaches in between your sweat-covered bodies and takes off his belt. You gulp and fumble to help him, but again, you’re stopped by his strong grasp on your wrists. “No,” he’s practically growling, “bad little sluts don’t get to touch as they please. Put your hands back where they were and don’t move.” You do as he says immediately, feeling like you’ve already tested your limits for the night. The button and zipper of his pants come undone with a quiet ‘pop’, and he licks his slightly chapped lips fighting the urge to teach you a lesson right then and there. “You better hold on, little one. I’m gonna have to fuck some manners into you.”

His cock slaps his stomach when he finally gets his pants down and Ushijima breathes a sigh of relief. You choke on the thick air of his dressing room when your eyes finally catch a glimpse of what you had been grinding on earlier. His dick is enormous, very befitting of its owner, but you were regretting your loud-ass mouth right about now. The tip is red and angry, leaking precum against his impressive abs. Ushijima’s hand can barely wrap itself around his impressive member when he strokes himself a few times before hissing out another sigh through his teeth. 

“Don’t worry, baby it’ll fit.” His words did little to reassure you as he lined himself up with your slick entrance. Your position gave you some small amount of control, although you knew Ushijima had his large hands on your waist for a reason. “Take what you can, for now.” His soft eyes met yours for a moment as he rubbed circles into your back, his harsh words gone for a moment. 

You lowered yourself onto his length slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. Ushijima filled you like no one had ever managed before, and when you thought you had seated yourself completely, there always seemed to be another inch. Mouth open and eyes wide, you were babbling incoherently, the delicious stretch of his cock left you drooling and dumb. 

To help you, Ushijima finally gave your neglected bud the attention you had been seeking all night. The small amount of friction he allows sends you spasming around his length. Between moans and whines, Ushijima could hear curses and little cries of ‘thank you, Ushi’, he smiles, thinking it’s completely precious how quickly you managed to fuck yourself stupid. 

“That’s it little one, just like that. That’s a good fucking girl. Take what you need from my cock,” He smirks and brings your face close to his own, gripping your cheeks tight, “Before I ruin every other man for you.” He kisses you on the forehead, almost condescendingly, before grappling your hips again and thrusting up into your messy cunt. 

His thrusts are brutal, his sweet demeanor gone now that he’s chasing his own release, using you as nothing but his own personal fucktoy. His grunts get louder and the muscles in his defined stomach grow taught the closer he gets to his orgasm. Ushijima’s strength is impressive, it has to be with the way you’ve gone limp in his lap, shaking from the over stimulation. 

“P-please cum Ushijima.” You hiccup around the syllables of his name and scratch at his upper-back. You’re jostled with every powerful thrust he gives you, too tired to meet them. All you can do is take the pleasure he gives you. 

Moaning a long string of curses, Ushijima’s movements become more erratic and his cock swells impossibly further, “Where do you want my cum little one?” His teeth catch his bottom lip and he continues to hump into you frantically.

You whimper as you feel the heat in your belly starting to spread, “I-inside! Want you t-to fill me up Ushi.” The pleasure building up inside you finally snaps when you feel Ushijima’s warm cum coat your insides. He keeps thrusting into you shallowly, almost unconsciously, as you both ride out your orgasms. 

After a few beats of heavy breathing and muffled club music, Ushijima clears his throat, “Hey, uh, are you alright?” His hands are rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, which are shaking horribly. 

You lift your head up from his neck and blink dazedly a few times before smiling, “Never been better, big guy.” You truly are dick drunk, “But I could use some help getting to the bathroom.” You brush a few stray hairs from Ushijima’s forehead and laugh when he picks you up bridal style, carrying you like you asked. 

“I can do that, little one.” He smiles back at you, “If you don’t mind can I, uh. Fuck this sounds awful.” He laughs awkwardly, “Can I get your name, maybe?”

You blink back at the man holding you naked against his chest. “It’s Y/n.” You tell him with a small smile.

#case writes ;) #haikyuu #hq ushijima #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi #please this drained me physically emotionally and sexually #SHES FINALLY HERE

[musclegoth]

me: im goin to keep this drawing messy im going to keep it so sloppy n sketchy it’s going to be good just as it is

me: [perfects the details of the shoelaces for 2 hours while forgetting my surroundings]

#ok listen it wasnt literally a whole 2 hours on the laces but i have been focusing on details for the past 3 hrs straight #but it's turning out fucking baller tho so bite me