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hazard-and-friends · 2 months
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i like the idea of the N*MD (no* missed days) facebook group but unfortunately the extremely strict posting requirements (a video, a short writeup of what you were doing, posted ON THE EXACT DAY YOU DID IT, you can miss no more than 2 days a month) mean i am absolutely incapable of participating
the irony here being that you're asking for a behavior i not only don't do regularly, but don't do at all, and instead of giving me an onboarding plan that breaks things into smaller steps you just. nah. either be able to do sessions, video the sessions, write up the sessions, and post the sessions in the same 24 hr period every day for a month, or fuck off.
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smilesflower · 1 year
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oceandiagonale · 9 months
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youknow what, I need to actually do an OC Sunday this week and answer things -- someone hold ,me to that at knifepoint this week all right? 😔
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fobnsfwdoodles · 7 months
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Hey, Andy anon here following up about that idea I mentioned in the DMs! So what I picture is all the sexual tension and teasing finally getting to Pete and he has to find a way to relieve some of his pent up feelings. Based loosely on that pic I sent, but I'm imagining Pete spread out on the bed with one hand handcuffed/tied to the post, heels flat on the bed, skirt hiked up, fucking himself on a toy while thinking about Patrick. (Un)fortunately for him, Pete's being a little too loud, and Patrick just so happens to be passing by Pete's room and hears all of the filthy things Pete's saying.... Pete might have forgotten to close the door all the way, too... 🥰🥵
Love you and your art! Thanks for all you do!
Andy Anon
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sanctus-ingenium · 2 years
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I would kill to read your books oh my GOD ♥️
damn me too
(thank you haha <3 )
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flowerflamestars · 2 years
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The Rolling in the Graves snippet
There was nothing to say- just sunlight, spilling from his skin, copper fire bloody bright, like sunset, like one last hurrah-   Blind, Lucien reached up.   Offered.   And after a long minute, making a noise that might have been agitation, if Lucien couldn’t also hear an edge that said laughter- Nesta took his hand. Just barely. Fingertip to fingertip, linking together to squeeze and then gone.   “They got married,” Nesta said, suddenly. “They- they run a shop, in the Great Market. Handmade garments. They”- her voice wavered, and Lucien wished, terribly, he could hold her hand again, if only for a second, “Made this dress, actually.”   Lucien cleared his throat. Managed, gravel, “I like the color.”   Another pause, longer.   Lucien wondered if he were being measured for trust- or if it was just that Nesta was unused to speaking to anyone, about what mattered. What was real, as much as he was. Lucien would have cut out his own tongue before he spoke of Eris in truth, to the fucking Court of Night.   “Emerie makes the dye,” Nesta said, barely audible. “They called the color Valkyrie.”   “Bluer than blue, nigh, death on high, the valkyrie,” Lucien quoted, nearly as quiet.   Pressed his head back against the stone and listened, what kept him present, to the rustle of Nesta’s dress. Broke their silent pact and twisted, to see she’d tucked her knees close to her body, arms crossed tight over shins, practically disappearing into the dim sky. “Poetry, Vanserra?” Nesta muttered, face hidden.   Gods damn and burn them all.   “If Beron didn’t educate me to the standard of the rest,” Lucien said, falsely light, “Was as good as admitting defeat.”   The turn of her head sent hair tumbling between them- no longer so damp as it had been when she arrived, but still shining dark.   “And that education included poetry?”   “I love poetry,” Lucien admitted. “Tam- Tamlin burnt everything I left in Spring. Seized all my assets. I had a book of poems- songs- it belonged to my great-grandmother and the bastard lit it on fire.”  A breath, not quite a laugh, but indignant answer all the same. “What else did you learn?”   “Stories.” Lucien grinned. “Magic. Dueling and economics and trade. High Fae tend to protect their children, viciously. Shield them. I kept running away to other Courts.”   There had been no one to protect him- his mother had tried- Eris had been there- but there was always going to be a limit, to what could possibly shield Sorcha Vanserra’s seventh son from Beron’s wrath.
“I wanted to run away,” Nesta said, sharp and brittle as glass. “Elain and I- we’d talk about stealing a ship. Sailing away before our betrothal contracts were signed.”   “Nesta Archeron,” Lucien whispered. A terrifying, precocious blue-eyed child who already resented the limits of her station, the expectations of her gender, “Pirate Queen?”   “It was never possible.”   She could have picked up that beautiful, keening sword forged of her own feeling and cut through the wards- through the world. Let go of the power, banked and fractured inside her, and killed everything in every direction as far away as the next continent. She could have walked the woods and found the Weaver’s spindle, taken up a whole new tapestry to shape eternity.   She wouldn’t- couldn’t- with the cost too high, alone.   Nesta Archeron had been shoved down many times she expected it, and it broke Lucien’s heart.
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acidbathcat · 9 months
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in hindsight i probably shouldnt have driven today and especially not at night.. i have zero awareness about what's going on around me i'm like a drunk. i dropped a whole bag of chocolates and they scattered all over the floor, and all i did was stand there and watch like, huh.
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drewsaturday · 1 year
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something something poetic book-ends of how grace is the only reason simon didn't get Live Cremated by a ghom when he was 10 and once he forfeits their bond and tries to kill her he loses that protection and at the end of the day like that lil roy clock said it's all about teamwork and trust
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mrfurnitureae · 1 year
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toixxx-ace · 1 year
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agoraphobia did not win today! i actually walked to my closest grocery store (which is a twenty minute walk) and bought something at checkout! my legs hurt now though
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peterpandiedtoday · 2 years
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did gxd put alex snova on this earth and give him the swing roles he has for my joy specifically? debatable, but i’m Taking it and thanking the universe for aligning whatever paths. also forgot to bring my notebook due to a messy af day so i had to try and remember stuff. hello who am i
#personal Davy#anyhooo somehow the majority of my notes of act 2 involve munk lol maybe a bit fixated today#oki soo at the very beginning munk and baby griz were on the ground and griz was trying to get his attention by staring? but he didn't#react at all. a bit later after she's been looking away for a while he tries to get Her attention by staring and it doesn't work either lol#he was generally a staring with face close for attention boy today. jemima. jenny. tugger. skimble. rumple.. all of them#with jemima he even turned her head towards him eventually by pushing on one side lol#with gumbie it was a bit different. most times before he poops off to get dressed for growltiger he crawls down to deme for at least some#intense nuzzeling but today he ignored her and sat next to jenny and Stared then slowly slowly inched closer until they touched and closer#still at which point she actually looked and he went 😏 then crawled past behind her but like.. while pressing every cm possible against her#after griz bomba interestingly didn't even Look at deme but went to jelly and uuuuh comforted her?? felt so out of the ordinary but v sweet#can't say if that's an always thing bc i don't usually look but griz takes away the dropped boot and today cori Ripped it out of her hands#and today it was skimble's duty to protect the Childreeen (aka mungo lol) from tugger. holding his hand before his eyes and when mungo#literally shrugged at his efforts so skimble had to shield him with his entire body. of course#his plan to keep his innocence went out the window when tugger ground his thigh between munk's legs slash his crotch?? munk leaned his upper#body so far back lmao and his face was literally 👁👁 man didn't know what to do lol#short pekes interlude. bomba stuck her tongue out to the boys. admetus hit her over her dog head with his box hand when the row walked by#and when they get stopped and do their lil whoopsie tumbly whatever he accidentally hit mungo's shoe hat which flipped forward and covered#his entire face. we couldn't see it but his whole body looked so defeated lol. took his box hand under his arm to fix it boooh#interlude over. during the ball munk was cuddling into old deut and tugger grabbed his upper arm and the entire munk shook lmao#he didn't get up but smiled up at tugger which was sweet#during growltiger he also held munk tight against himself by the waist despite munk leaning over the barrell and when#growltiger sends them flying it's super messy they were whilring around grabbing for each other and it was hard to keep track but when#they finally stopped they were standing next to each other holding hands 🥺 and i expected munk to let go immediately bc idk#but he didn't they just stood and looked at each other and eventually it was Tugger who pulled away to walk to the barrel. only to#kneel next to it and wave munk to come closer. i had tears in my eyes at the hand holding sjkfghd i think i got some kind of problem#he also did his looking at munk during the romantic line who Literally looked like 🥰 then fondly flicked tugger's forehead lock i'm.. i....#i'm kicking screaming throwing upppppp but mostly screaming. then they slept head first in the oven and munk caressed his head during exit#and then.... and then 😭 during skimble yk how hees tugger usually has his hand on munk's thigh yea it's not snova tugger's thing rly#but no today it Was his thing so on the thigh the hand goes. munk's leg is bent. fine. and then he starts wedging his fingers into the crook#i'm. okay. okay okay okay. let's try and move on. hhhhhhhh. tugger and deme beefed for a second after they did their catching mungo's tail
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slvttyplum · 2 months
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ovulating with satoru is hell. you want him to bend you every which way and slut you so badly that your claws literally dig in your thighs to stop you from jumping on him.
humping the bed when he’s not around, staying extra long in the shower to play with yourself, you would spiral.
if he were to fuck you while you were ovulating, there was no chance in hell; he wouldn’t take the chance to cum inside you, and you wouldn’t want to stop either.
one day, you couldn’t help yourself, you had to have him. he just got out of the shower with the towel hanging low, showing his happy trail and his wet hair.
he looked so fucking good, you couldn’t just ignore it, so you jumped on him and started to ride him without a care in the world.
he let you take him over and rock your hips on top of him with your hands placed on his chest and your head thrown back.
“ahhh, fuck, this feels so fucking good.” your teeth biting down on your lower lip, and your eyes squinted, trying to take in his dick pushing into your sweet spot.
this is what you needed. something big and hurt by stretching you out and pulsing against your walls, not your fingers or grinding against a bed.
satoru shifted as you clashed down on him repeatedly. you felt so good that he didn’t know what to do or say; the only thing that could come out were a series of moans and groans.
your pussy tightening around him every time his tip hit or grazed your sweet spot, and your stomach sucking in trying to hold in your climax.
if it weren’t for restraint, you would’ve come right then and there on his dick, but you wanted to enjoy this and savor it.
satoru’s hands that were placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place from falling by how you were bouncing on his dick, sliding up to your shirt, and sliding under the fabric.
gripping your breast and playing with your nipples, the sensitive sensation sending chills down your spine and a lump in your throat.
“stop… stop don’t i’m gonna cum.” if he kept messing with your nipple, you were going to explode, but your body didn’t hold out on your strain.
your pussy clenches once more before your back arches, and your mouth falls open as you start jolting on top of him.
this went on for hours and days of you clinging onto him to please you, and he did.
your walls were pulsing and craving for him every minute of the day. it felt so good when he was finally inside of you, hitting all the right spots.
as much as you were scared he was going to lose it and cum inside you, there’s no way he could wear a condom, you had to feel his flesh.
so the only thing you could rely on was hope and plan b.
but to both your surprises, it was you who was begging him to cum inside you, arching your back, and fucking yourself onto him to feel every single inch.
“give it to me, please, cum inside me.” he didn’t even hesitate and pushed his cum deep inside of you, even letting it leak out.
“look at that,” with a sly smirk on his face. that night, satoru rushed to the nearest store and got what he needed, and you took it.
the next day, you were in your right mind and embarrassed.
“ugh, i don’t want to talk about it.”
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nalgenes · 5 months
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i do want to have a career that is related in some way to environmental/urban planning because that is something i do have a real interest and passion in… however… the rate at which things get accomplished in those fields is actually horrifying to me. everything i’ve heard from people who work in those jobs is like
“we have this great plan that would be really amazing for literally everyone. it needs to be reviewed by 6 separate boards who have a waiting list of 9 months, redesigned after each review, voted on by the council at least 5 times, and we won’t get funds unless we POSSIBLY get a grant that is offered once every 5 years. and at any point the state could reject it entirely. we hope to start construction in 2040”
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Can I request a fem reader wearing something skimp around the hazbin men
Something skimpy... hm... that can be a lot of things.
Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, suggestive, flirting, kissing, playful biting, sexy clothes, height difference, kabedon
A/N: Love seeing some sexy clothes on sexy people, which is everyone. That's right. You are beautiful to someone.
Alastor would throw his coat over you at first glance out of fear that you're cold. Wearing so little, what are you thinking? At least warn him, you're to pretty to just show so much skin and expect him to keep it together. Still feels you would be cold so he invites you to cuddle and kiss by the fire, and he can have his coat back.
Lucifer sees you and all six of his wings pop out. You know exactly what that reaction means and what kind of night you're in for. Which was part of the reason you chose this tight as hell dress, and also so you can watch his eyes literally light up when you walk up to him and bend down to give him a deep kiss.
Adam won't even give your outfit a second glance. Not because he doesn't think it suits you, you look very good in it, a bit too good and you have a meeting in a few minutes. It's gonna be very hard for him to keep his hands to himself during it, which now that he thinks about it may have been your plan all along.
Husk is careful not to ruin your outfit by being hasty and grabby. He uses his wings to cover you from view of others, audibly purring when you press close to him, skin to fur. Wants and will put his mouth and tongue all over every inch of your bare body when you're alone, which is prays is soon.
Sir Pentious doesn't know where he should look when you walk out barely wearing anything. He hides behind his hat but it too is blushing and his tail keeps tapping nervously against the floor. Doesn't want you to cover up or anything, he's only trying his best to be a gentleman.
Vox pulls you into his lap, his broadcast being postponed until he has his fill of you. This is why you wore something like this right, for his attention? Little do you know you would have it no matter what you chose to wear, you'd have all his attention, his kisses, his touches, his love and his lust all in one.
Valentino makes your outfit hit the floor in a span of a few minutes of you putting it on. It's lovely on you, he hopes you wear it more, such pretty, sexy lingerie, in his colors no less. Will buy you more just like this, you can wear it under your clothes while you work, he will buy you new ones for each he ruins.
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