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storytellering · 7 months

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hey man love ur stuff. i was wondering if youd considered posting some of ur art on ao3? ive seen more ppl doing that lately, since ao3 isnt gonna ban "adult content." id love to follow u on twitter but i had to quit using that god forsaken app awhile ago lmao

Hey!

I honestly don’t plan to do that, truth be told I was initially very hesitant to publicly link my ao3 to my art account at all tjfk writing is a skill I’ve only just started brushing up on (I’ve always done it, but never seriously and not with the intent of making stuff that was to be seen by the public, and definitely haven’t studied it the way I have art) and it’s taking me a bit, still, to not feel embarrassed enough by everything I put out to not even want my name on it. I’d rather keep my art and my writing separate! If I were to I would have to make an account specifically for that, but honestly, that would only come if I felt the need to archive my stuff and not actively partecipate in the community anymore? I don’t know how to explain it. Obviously I’m still gonna keep posting my stuff even if Twitter crumbles, I’m trying to find an equivalent alternative still, and I don’t blame anyone for wanting to leave that dumpster fire, I’m just the kind of person who’s very hesitant to leave a place once I’ve figured out how it works - I honestly don’t know where else to put my nsfw if it does crumble into dust, tho. I might start posting previews on Tumblr with links to privatter in that case (they say they don’t allow nsfw but until they actively come down and delete my posts themselves, honestly, I’m gonna treat it like it is ok. After all all my posts there come with a disclaimer warning about 18+ themes and every potential CW present in the image so, I don’t think there’s anything morally wrong with that.)? I think I’ll see about that once it really comes to it. Terribly sorry if that locks anyone out! For what it’s worth, the full pieces of my nsfw are still on privatter so if you can access them there they’re still gonna be available, and for regular art I have here, bluesky, and misskey. (And Instagram, though I try to be as non-controversial there as possible because I’m honestly kinda terrified of the large anti presence there hfjfkf, so I don’t post most of my ship art there.)

#asks #sorry if that’s not the answer you were looking for anon!#honestly re: twitter #the issue is also that it’s the only place I’ve managed to get a significant following on #and like. obviously I don’t care about clout or numbers that way #BUT art is kind of where I’m trying to go career wise #and if I’ve got a crumb of visibility and work (commissions) it’s been mostly thanks to it #weren’t it for twitter visibility my discord wouldn’t be visible either and while Tumblr is really nice #it’s really only down to how active your fandom is if you get any attention at all and also it’s not as international as twitter #unfortunately spardacest fandom while picking up slightly is still kinda dead here #and that’s ok! again I’m not doing it for like attention or clout or numbers #I’d keep making art even without an audience #(it’s what I’ve done all my life anyway since before dmc I never HAD an audience lol)#BUT AGAIN #it is what I’m trying to make a living off of #and that’s kind of hard in todays climate if no one on the internet knows you exist #so it’s kinda hard to move anywhere else #since I’ve kinda figured out how to make the whole twitter thing work #everywhere else? not so much #and I refuse to get on tiktok like. categorically LOL #+ I think what I do is just not the kind of content for platforms like it and again IG

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yuutaok · 2 months

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I’m soooo sad I missed Yuuta’s bday on here but happy belated birthday to our dead eyed boy ₊˚⊹♡

#₊˚ 彡✩ ₊˚ (=^‥^=)#I wanted to write something for his bday but…. sigh #I unfortunately have been grieving extremely hard and taking life very badly #but alas our little space rock moves on and I must keep going

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gregmarriage · 2 months

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genuinely, being manic has completely fucked my brain up, even as i’m mostly recovered. feelings, i’m doubting, not even stuff i knew was probably fake, like actual feelings i thought very much to be true.

#loving someone but you can’t be sure if that love is genuine anymore #seriously doubting if any of it was real #i need confirmation and i know there’s a way to get it but i’m scared #of what i don’t fully know #of it not actually being real?#of having been delusional and thinking it was?#i don’t even know what to think anymore #idk i’m gonna get my head out of my ass at some point #but i’m also thinking about things in my life #and about whether this isn’t something that should be in my life #if it’s better to just move on?#but i also need closure but to get closure i have to do what i keep procrastinating doing bc i’m scared #do you see my problem?#idk i’ll sort it out #just going over everything in my life is causing me to reexamine *everything*#it’s like marie kondo but for people and habits #it sucks basically #but also is needed for my own mental wellbeing #so i need to decide what to do about this problem and actually strive to solve it because it’s not gonna get solved by itself unfortunately #i would just like to be relieved of this situation please and thank you

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stupidnaturals · 1 year

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#GAH hate not knowing how ppl feel about me #bc i used to be SUPER close friends w this person like they were ~25% of th reason i came back to my uni town after moving away last summer #and i keep texting them like ' hey we should meet up sometime! ' and they respond ' omg YES 100% i have SO much i need to catch you up on !#unfortunately i am out of town every single day. also so busy. '#and like yeah okay college very busy life very crazy. but how are you out of town every single day and also why have you NEVER reached out #and i saw them in person at target and they seemed genuinely pleased to see me! and also said something like #' we gotta hang out i have so much to tell you!! *ill* message *you* ' in a way that seemed to convey guilt at ^^ all that #but then how in the WORLD do you happen to be driving out of town immediately after the one event i know we'll both be going to???#and also casually gracing over the fact i also mentioned getting dinner beforehand??#also i dont know any reason they wouldnt like me unless its one of those ' im autistic and didnt notice you getting fed up w me '#or if theyre just actually that busy or too anxious to see people or anxious to reach out or fucking whatever #and like even when i saw them at target they told me a bunch of stuff that i dont tthink youd say to a random acquaintance #which if they do still like me makes sense! bc we were super duper close once! but doesnt make sense if they dislike me/want me to go away #like UGH just either ask me to hang out or say yes to a hang out or tell me to fuck off already!!!!#oh and ALSO the one time we DID have plans we didnt set an exact time but they texted me at like 11 and said ok we can hang out now until 2 #or they texted me at 11 and said ' i work at 2 but i dont think thats gonna be a problem also are you okay w hanging w my roomies too '#and i know their roomies so thats fine but i was like ??? WHAT shouldnt be an issue? r you gonna call off to hang out for more than 3 hrs?#or are you gonna friend break up w me so it wont take 3 hours #anyway i was like uhhh shit we didnt set a time so im actually at a tattoo place like an hour away w my roomie?#so we rescheduled for the next day when uh oh they hung out w someone who was exposed to covid so had to cancel again!#i cant think of a single reason they wouldnt like me except that they never did but we had an activity together so they were stuck w me #and they seemed genuinely happy to see me and also seem upset declining plans but like if thats true what the FUCK is happening????#anyway this was a mile long if you e read this far i love u if you have tips feel free to reply or dm me

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lokilickedme · 1 year

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A phone conversation with my MIL yesterday. My kids were witness to this insane exchange and are still in awe about the sheer mindboggling emptyheadedness on display. The sad thing is that this isn’t even remotely out of the ordinary.

A true story, unfortunately.

*phone rings*

ME: *sees it’s from MIL*

ME: Ugh. Here we go boys.

*accepts call against better judgement*

ME: Hello P.

MIL: OH GODDAMMIT THIS STUPID PHONE!!

ME: *puts call on speaker for the boys*

MIL: WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS STUPID THING?!

ME: Hellooooo

MIL: *incoherent bitching and heavy anger-breathing*

ME: Hello hello HELLO HELLOOOO

MIL: I HATE THIS PHONE - CAN YOU HEAR ME?!? WHO’S THAT??

ME: I can hear you. Can you hear me?

MIL: HELLO????

ME: Hello, I’m here.

MIL: HELLO?!?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?! WHO IS THIS?!??

ME: Oh my god

MIL: YEAH I CAN HEAR YOU WHAT THE - I’VE GOT TWO PHONES AND I HATE THIS ONE IT’S STUPID I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH IT -

ME: I can hear you, P. What do you need?

*call cuts out for several seconds*

ME: Hello. Hello. HELLO. Hello hellooooooo

MIL: *batshit rambling in background, breaking up randomly*

ME: I can’t hear you anymore, I’m going to hang up so you can call me back.

*more unhinged rambling cutting in and out, cursing and yelling about her phone*

ME: Holy shit. Okay I’m hanging up

MIL: HELLO YEAH WHO IS THIS??

BIG: How does she remember to breathe?

LITTLE: Shut up I wanna hear this. Get her, mom.

ME: You called me, P. Think, who did you call?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY AND I CALLED R AND THEN I GOT A CALL COMING IN AND I HATE THIS STUPID PHONE WHO IS THIS??

*call cuts out again*

ME: Should I just hang up and decline when she calls back?

BIG: We get to take a break from school while this is happening, right?

ME: Sure why not

LITTLE: FUCK YEAH GET HER MOM

ME: Alright this is probably gonna take a while, somebody go get me a can of Pringles.

MIL: WHO IS THIS?!?

ME: Who’d you call?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY!! I MADE TWO CALLS AND ONE DIDN’T ANSWER SO I CALLED THE OTHER ONE

ME: Well it’s not Tommy, so who else did you call? That’s who this is.

KIDS: *dying laughing*

MIL: YEAH I CALLED TWO PEOPLE, WHERE IS TOM??

ME: He’s at the doctor’s office right now, you got me, I’m the other person you called.

MIL: YEAH. WHO ARE YOU??

*call cuts in and out, during which I can hear the staticky squall of MIL cursing like a sailor and apparently slamming her phone into a table*

MIL: YEAH OKAY I THINK I GOT IT. I HATE THIS PHONE!!

ME: Yes I know, it sounds like an operator issue. Can you hear me?

MIL: YEAH I MADE TWO PHONE CALLS AND THIS IS THE ONE THAT I - WHO IS THIS??

ME: Geezus christ

MIL: WHAT??

ME: Nothing.

ME: WHO DID YOU SAY THIS IS - ??

ME: Michelle Obama

MIL: OH. WELL HI

ME: Oh my god.

MIL: I GOT THIS BAD THING HAPPENING, MY LADY THAT I LOOK AFTER ON THURSDAYS, YOU KNOW HER??

ME: No.

MIL: WELL I TOLD THE GIRL AT THE DISPATCH OFFICE TO LET HER KNOW I WOULDN’T BE COMING TODAY BECAUSE OF THANKSGIVING LAST WEEK, YOU KNOW??

ME: I...guess...okay

MIL: SO SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL HER NOT TO STRIP HER BEDSHEETS!!

ME: What in the fresh hell. Michelle Obama doesn’t think this is her business and would very much like to be excluded from the narrative.

MIL: YEAH AND THE GIRL DIDN’T CALL HER AND SHE WENT AHEAD AND DID IT!!

ME: Dear god the drama. How high was the body count?

MIL: WHAT?? YEAH NOBODY DIED!! BUT I’D TOLD HER NOT TO STRIP HER BED!! BUT SHE DIDN’T TELL HER SO NOW I GOT THIS BAD THING HAPPENING

ME: *dying inside* Let me guess, the old gal is mad at you now because she thinks you blew her off?

MIL: WHAT??? YES!!!

ME: *considers hanging up because she’ll call Tom as soon as I do and I can tag out and let him deal with her insane ass*

ME: *seriously considers this*

ME: *like really seriously*

ME: *decides to be horrible instead*

ME: Oh no P that’s terrible. That poor old lady has no sheets on her bed and you’re not coming over to help her put them back on. This is, like, the worst thing that could have possibly happened. If I were you I would call that office girl and give her a piece of your mind. Michelle Obama endorses this scenario.

MIL: YEAH SO I GOT THESE TWO PHONES AND I HATE THIS ONE, I CALLED TWO PEOPLE AND THEN I GOT A CALL AT THE SAME TIME AND I DON’T KNOW - I JUST - WHO IS THIS???

ME: Someone who’s aged sixteen years since the start of this conversation. Who do you think you’re talking to?

MIL: WELL I THINK I CALLED TOMMY!! WHERE IS HE??

ME: Okay listen - I have a dentist appointment at 1:00 so you and me and the boys will go into town to do our usual stuff at 2:00 when I’m done - do you want to come over here at 2:00 or shall I come pick you up?

MIL: OH I’LL COME OVER THERE, THAT’LL WORK BEST I THINK.

ME: Okay, you come here at 2:00 then. Do you know where you’re going?

MIL: THIS PHONE ALWAYS MESSES UP, IT DROPS MY CALLS AND IT CUTS OUT -

ME: P, do you know where you’re going at 2:00?

MIL: YEAH I’M COMING OVER THERE!

ME: Where, P? Where are you going at 2:00?

MIL: YEAH I’LL COME OVER THERE. I TELL YA I GOT THIS STUPID PHONE THAT I JUST CAN’T -

ME: Okay listen, I’m going to tell you what I want you to do -

*call starts cutting out again*

MIL: YEAH YOU KNOW I HAVE TWO PHONES AND THE LANDLINE IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME, I HATE THIS CELLPHONE IT ALWAYS CUTS OUT LIKE THIS WHEN I’M IN THE HOUSE

ME: Listen to me -

MIL: I GOT A LOT GOING ON, NOT PHYSICALLY I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING BUT IN MY HEAD IT’S ALL REAL BUSY I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE THIS PHONE CUTS OUT ALL THE TIME, YOU KNOW??

ME: Holy shit I’m going to die on this phonecall. P LISTEN TO ME, GO OUTSIDE

MIL: SO NOW I GOTTA CALL MY LADY AND I’M NOT REALLY SUPPOSED TO CALL HER, SHE CALLS ME BUT POLICY IS I CAN’T CALL HER -

*call cutting out randomly so all i hear is crazed rambling*

ME: For fucks sake - GO OUTSIDE P I CAN’T HEAR YOU

MIL: BECAUSE YOU KNOW I CALLED TWO PEOPLE -

ME: Yes I know you called two people but one of them wasn’t your lady because it’s against policy for you to call her, so mark her off the list of people you might be talking to. We’ve established one was Tom and this isn’t him because he’s at the doctor’s office so you got me. So who else did you call? Whoever that is is me.

MIL: WHAT’S HE DOING?? WHY’S HE AT THE DOCTOR WHAT’S GOING ON??

ME: It’s a new patient contact, he’s not sick. Who else did you call, P?

MIL: I CALLED TOMMY AND R, HELL I DON’T KNOW!! WHO IS THIS??

ME:

ME: Call Tommy again.

MIL: OH, YEAH OKAY I’LL DO THAT

ME: Geezus christ

*call disconnects*

ME: *looks at the boys*

ME:

ME: Should I?

BOYS: Oh hell yeah

ME: *thinks about it for just about two seconds*

ME: *dials Tom*

TOM: Yep?

ME: Your mom’s lost her damn mind, she called me and never figured out who she was talking to, I told her I was Michelle Obama and she just said YEAH OKAY HI and launched in a dramatic retelling of her latest dementia drama. Oh and she’s really mad at her phone. And she has no clue who she just talked to for ten minutes.

TOM:

TOM: Did you tell her to call me

ME: She was going to anyway.

TOM: How bad is it?

ME: Scale of one to ten? About eight hundred and fifty four.

TOM: Geezus.

*pause*

ME: You just got the call didn’t you

TOM: You owe me

ME: She’s your mother, I don’t owe you shit, I just gave up a significant chunk of my life and a crap ton of brain cells messing with her. Oh, ask her to elaborate on the bedstripping thing.

TOM: THE WHAT

ME: Better answer her call before she forgets who she’s calling. Tell her you’re Barack Obama.

TOM: WHAT -

ME: *hangs up*

#I wish I could say I made this up #Unfortunately my life is more colorful than anything I could ever fabricate for a fic #and yes for the newcomers my husband has a really good name #fortuitous for me :)#and yeah my MIL is whack #she's worse since her husband passed away a couple of months ago #she keeps saying she wants to move in with us #I'll be advertising for two rooms to rent if it comes to that #one for me and one for the boys #anyone got an empty attic or something?

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orcelito · 2 years

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Me casually going thru my blocked list like "hmm why did I block You?" & clicking on a blog and being like "Ah. That's why."

#speculation nation #we dont need to talk about what i saw lmao #this was just my semi-annual self inflicted curiosity session re: How Are They Doing?#aka i scroll down to my bad ex's blocked blog to inflict psychic damage on myself i guess #this blog has been inactive since 2019 anyways. i dont know why i do this to myself.#they havent bothered me since like. 2018 i think????#notably 3 years after we broke up but that's another story lmfao #im mostly moved on these days. but idk sometimes my brain just wants to remind itself.#life goes on and im getting older & those awful 2 years of my life keep getting further and further away.#unfortunate for me that they were during formative years lmao. definitely irreparably fucked me up.#but like it's chiiiill ive moved on. for the most part.#(if i keep insisting it maybe it'll eventually become true)

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perceabeth · 2 years

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Oh no. What happened?

kfjkslfsjlf i'm just being dramatic u know me bestie!! <333 i'm just here to peek at some of the new the boys spoilers and i'll log off for a bit

#tumblr has just been. not the vibe lately!!#its ok life moves on i'll keep poking my head in i'm unreliable unfortunately #stevie #q&a

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ziracona · 2 years

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Yeah, they really made an absolute dogs breakfast of the writing in Inquisition? It's so abysmal that I don't know if it'll ever recover, much less if the writers would even WANT to. In all honesty, I know the previous two games were far from perfect but at least the writing was more or less consistent, can't say the same for DA:I unfortunately...

Yeah. I kept hoping the end would somehow fix stuff but the end was worse than most of the game. O_O I could have written a god-tier game with the concept and basic outline for Inquisition, but alas I am not head BioWare staff. And we sure as hell did not get a god tier game. Tbh I have no interest in DW unless I hear they’ve like, wildly changed the game/writing course of their development. And I don’t exactly have high hopes, because they seem to have mostly staff from Inquisition on it. But I in good conscience can’t keep forking over piles of money for a tripple A game and DLCs when they U-turn from lauding me for massacring a bannon for what they did to my husband, Alienage, and friend, and even Lady agreeing that while she wants the descendants free, the original humans the Keeper went after absolutely deserved their fate, with a little DLC that talks about the cultural appropriation of indigenous people in the world and the loss of their own history to their invaders to the point a circle mage can read and speak more elvish than the Dalish companion, and how terrible it is, to a game where they refuse to take any stance really, finally to a game where they frame Briala & Celine together as cute & sweet with no tell to player who hasn’t read TME on their own what that woman did, retcon the godhood of every culture they based (often not just visibly but explicitly Word of God as well) on minority cultures until the only not retconned god is Fantasy Catholic God, so the only paths forward are Fantasy Catholic (traditional white Europeans are right & all other cultures wrong) or Atheism (modern white European ideology is right and all other cultures wrong), both terrible, and are so allergic to a minority rights narrative they retcon the entire elven history of the franchise to make it Opulent Suddenly European And Slaver Society back in its glory days, and kneecap the game’s second best character by making his sudden face heel end game goal Racial Supremacist Genocide to go back to Opulent Suddenly European Styled Culture for Elves?? And-ah forget it this would go on for a while day. Just. Yeah. It had wild potential as a game and I loved scenes and characters, and am retreating to DAO->DA2 with the things I liked in the divorce, and I could have made SUCH a DAI. But as it stands, I just. Both don’t and can’t really care going forward. I love the games I played and characters and that won’t change, but I have no faith they’ll not just keep getting worse (personally), and I’m not Paying to see that. But yeah, the others ain’t perfect, but they’re fun and solid enough. Even though I think DAO is easily the most well made, DA2 has such a fun cast and interesting concept and story, and such moments, it was my favorite. And he’ll, Nothing is perfect. That’s normal and expected. But there’s a big difference between ‘I don’t like these aspects but I like the whole enough’ and like

#ask #anonymous #dai spoilers #I still can’t BELIEVE they gave Solas one of the most God-Tier charcaters of all time in DAI and then in Trespasser went ‘haha psych! time #for racism species Supremacist Genocide Intellectual Dude Bro motives!’ like wtf I’m taking him & Cole in the divorce and leaving #they really had a charcater all game that was ‘pretending to be a calm Lawful Good professor but he’s Wearing the Mask & sometimes it cracks #but when you see behind it it’s not death sidius it’s Bugs Bunny sawing florida off the United States and ALSO he’s a big wolf’ and then #didn’t even let him actually be a trickster god just some dude who’s willing to kill every species in existence to hit race supremacy again #UNBELIEVABLE writing move in the worst way. I could have made the most amazing upsetting Solas starts a war finale while he’s still a god #and elves keep their elf culture and shaken the franchise to its knees and delivered writing unknown to man and done RIGHT by the bald man #but the devs fkn decided to massacre their franchise and my boy right in front of me #well not on my watch. I’m taking him and leaving back to previous games and writing my own - better inquisition in my head #if this timeline won’t deliver I’ll make my own! it won’t be the first fkn time #GOD it’s the little things too! in DAO I can help my bestie kill her abhsive mom but in DAI I’m supposed to find Flemeth sympathetic??? shes #the same flemeth who ruined my girl’s life as she has countless others! they really nosedive into so many piles of shit in DAI #to unfortunately paraphrase Trespasser Solas: I would be /thrilled/ to be proven wrong by BioWare. like you can’t imagine #but I’m not holding my breath. one fan who loves a charcater generates in a month 12x more usable DAI story and lore than the entire team in #the last 9 years

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thehardkandy · 2 years

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Groceries acquired! I'm exhausted now so I think leftovers are for dinner and I'm gonna say no programming tonight unless I'm really compelled, considering I got up to over 5 hours yesterday. Plus, I did brainstorm a few ideas while at work so I have some somethingggg. Plan is to just do some editing, then relax and play games!

I really need to look at more jobs this weekend, so we'll see how/when I can manage that anxiety wise

#me mentions the words jobs and starts crying writing this post lmao #i got good vibes today but i am so utterly unfit to exist that it is incredible that i have made it this far #im trying a new mantra though to remind myself i HAVE made it this far and statisically ill keep making it #for another few years at bare minimum of blundering i think #i just have to keep my life moving until i have some career inertia i.e. my qualifications make the choice of job #more relevant than the possibility of having one #i am closer to that than i used to be #but unfortunately publishing is fucked up and i haven't had even a single written rejection from the last 10-15 jobs ive applied to #which isn't a lot in general but is a lot for me lol #getting a games job sucks because i have no track record outside of small solo or team projects #so while that might be easier if my resume point me at the same game qualifications as i have pub #i do not so.#just gotta keep trying

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slugandthorn · 1 month

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pain and agony of having so much to learn to make more things but I need a job/further schooling to learn but I have to have made the things first

#.txt #Painful cycle unable to find value in my art but I already gave up and I'm already trying again some one needs to make this easier #And I think my life would be simpler if I just focused on drawing over 3D and tech anim but the time it would take #To function at a professional level as some sort of concept artist.#Also fine artist and concept artist community is well. Unfortunately unbearable.#Lacking so much animation experience in 2D and 3D I'm having trouble focusing on it to move forward.#The most experience I have is in 3D character art at this point probably but inability to finish things which also plagues #Every other concentration. As well.#I am sitting alone in the room trying to find something of value to express and it will never reach anyone. Existential dread like.#I think it's the searching for storytelling skills limiting me because I do not have the competitive nature #To be that into raw technical skills. Which is killing my ability to make a portfolio.#If I had more time to just keep on keeping on at my part time job I think I would just make the graphic novel I want to make.#To have something expressed and in the world. And then I could actually focus on technical things.#But this thinking has just become a roadblock it is not feasible but I do have several paths planned I just have to.#Recognize what is useful to me. But not just giving up anytime I have a new idea.#My interest goes between implementing animation within a greater scene and also the technical minutia I think is whats killing me.#Making multiple portfolios at once. Which isn't so bad bc ideally I'd be doing generalist work. But generalist means more time limitations.#My brain is convinced it can just work past time as a factor. Which is how we reach the problem I am having now (need money).#I think something I need to recognize is I've always thought my perspective and understanding of stories held some value.#But that only stands from my own perspective and it does not have value outside of that.#Even if it does reach other people it does not retain interest. And while it benefits me internally. I'm not making a career of it.#Which is fine.#I think the things I valued from story can still be found in technical skills. And anyone can develop a technical skill with some time.#If I keep my focus.#I think that's something close to a resolution I've been looking for. Been needing some profound change in my life and I think the desire #And constant failure of communication has been what's preventing me from moving forward.#I want to go out and do things. That is possible. Focus on skill and ability. Maybe the other stuff will come later.#Digesting this and hopefully not spending my days sleeping anymore.

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jedi-bird · 3 months

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Partner is off work this week and has decided to stay up until 2 or 3 every morning, which is frustrating because I get up early and can't do anything around the house because it'll wake them. This house is basically like an open floor plan (high open ceiling in the living room, no doors except on the bedrooms but they want them open at all times, sounds echo and lights are noticeable no matter where you are); I hate it. All the things I need to do right now involve having to move things from downstairs to upstairs, which is impossible without waking them up. Same with laundry (washer is just under our room), dishes, and cleaning the bathroom (they hate the smell of cleaning products). I can't even go sit in bed and crochet because I would need to turn a light on. I'm bored and frustrated and by the time they wake up it's about the time I'm usually stopping for the day.

#vent post #having to sit and stare at the things i need to do is driving me up a wall #they say they'll help but it takes them an hour to start cooking because they have to find the right video to watch first #which is fine but by that point I'm done and moving on and then they get mad that i didn't let them help #they say they don't mind me turning on the lights but then complain about being tired all day #and asking for help with cleaning or organizing just turns into them throwing things because they get frustrated and angry #if one thing slids or falls they go into a rage and I'm the one that has to calm them down before they break things #so no i don't want the help #i just want to be able to do the things i need to do when i need to do them #they keep saying just start them at night forgetting that I'm tired and not a night person #this is unfortunately how life is going to be for a while and I'm already upset

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saetoru · 7 months

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imagine being fwbs with gojo n in the middle of folding you like a lawn chair he noses at your cheek n goes “hey do u wanna be my girlfriend?”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BEST OF THE BEST — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fwb! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, non canon compliant (suguru and shoko are ur friend group >:( tyvm), very cheesy ending my b, yes i made a reference to this is where you’re weak, right? sue me, petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, princess, baby)

“bet you were waitin’ for this all day, huh sweetheart?” satoru always has a way with words—a very unique, special, and irritating way with words that routinely manages to get under your skin.

you would scoff—in fact, you would call him quite a colorful variation of words if his thick cock wasn’t pressing comfortably against your sweet spot.

so instead, you gasp a quiet, “f-fuck—right there.”

“yeah, i know,” he chuckles, “this is where you need me, huh? where you’re weak?”

you can’t do anything but whimper at that, hands wrapped tightly around him as they claw into his shoulder. he always wears the marks you leave like a good sport too—shows up to the gym in a tank top that shows them off good and well, right for suguru to see them clear as day. you almost block satoru right on the spot when he sends you a selfie in the mirror, showing off the angry marks with a wink following.

it’s a bit of a predicament, fucking your high school friend and not letting anyone know. the idea of shoko and suguru finding out that every other night, satoru is in your bed as his cum leaks out of your abused cunt is enough to make you nauseous—but never nauseous enough not to open the door for him.

the most unfortunate fact you’ve learned in your life is that satoru knows how to fuck—in fact, he knows how to fuck you well enough that you let him come back. it’s a bit shameful, really, the way you let him knock on your door, the way you open it and let him in, the way you actually fuck him and let him sleep in your bed until the morning.

and then (because he’s an asshole) he wakes up, gives you a sly wink, and murmurs i’ll be back soon, yeah? keep that bed warm for me, sweetheart.

“c-close, toru—‘m gonna….gonna—”

“gonna what? cum? already? barely even fucked you yet,” he hums, hooking your leg over his shoulder before all but pressing you in half. you mewl at the way his tip brushes past your folds and splits you in half—deeper this time with the new position. “look at that,” he coos, staring down at the way his cock slips in and out of you, “takin’ me so well, sweet girl. i think you can go a bit longer, don’t you?”

“m-more, more—need—”

“i know, i know,” he grins, “need me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? don’t worry, princess. i’ll give you more.”

his hips snap into you, pelvis rocking against yours as his pre cum and your slick mix, making a mess between your bodies as it coats your skin. you gasp, pulling satoru closer as his head falls to tuck into your shoulder, his labored breaths fanning against the shell of your ear.

“‘s good,” you whine, “f-feels good, toru.”

“yeah? feel that? squeezin’ me so tight, i can barely move,” he groans, letting out a sweet, low sound into your ear that has your spine shivering—you think you could come undone from that, from the sounds he makes as your walls flutter around him.

you think everything about satoru is enough to send you over the edge, from the sound of his voice to that pretty face of his when he spills into you.

you know he’s close—you can feel the slight twitch of his cock as his pace gets sloppier, as his thumb finds your clit and rubs desperate circles into the sensitive nerves, as he practically presses your knees to your shoulders and bullies his throbbing cock deep into your dripping cunt. and you’re close too, head spinning as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part with a broken wail.

“c-close—‘gonna cum, toru,” you gasp, voice coming in labored pants as his breath hitches.

you look perfect like this—like you’re his, like your body was made for him to touch in sinful ways, like it was his cock that was always supposed to fit into you and make you fall apart. his hand grabs yours, and without thinking, both of your fingers interlace.

“baby,” he hums, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kisses the skin softly, “‘m gonna make you mine, yeah? wanna be my girlfriend? my sweet girl? you want it, right?”

you should be shocked—you should stop and ask him what he means, what he’s playing at, what he thinks he’s doing toying with your mind.

instead, you gasp, pulling him closer as your walls spasm around him, back arching and eyes rolling back as the coil in your belly snaps and you cum. hard. harder than he’s ever made you before. does the idea of being his really do that to you? does the idea of being his sweet, precious girl outside of your bed at night really send you hurdling over the edge like that?

evidently, it does—and your high sends him right into his own. like he needs you to fall apart so he can too, like the way he knows you feel good makes him feel good too. maybe he does want you, maybe it’s not a sick joke. the way his voice cracks with a strained call of your name certainly says as much—the way his hand tightens its grip on yours, the way his hips rut desperately as he presses impossibly closer, the way he presses hot, scattered kisses along your cheek and jaw as he groans through his release.

it’s messy. it’s filthy. it’s downright dirty the way satoru fucks his cum into you, letting it drip down your thighs and mark your skin—but it feels like being his.

you think you might want that.

he’s gentle when he finishes—carefully unhooks your legs from his shoulders before running a hand along your thigh and squeezing as he observes the cum dripping between your legs. you huff when he collapses over you, glaring at him as his weight presses onto your form.

“you’re heavy,” you grunt, smacking at his shoulder.

he hums, nose pressing to your jaw as he kisses it. “not moving till you answer me.”

“satoru, don’t joke about—”

“how rude,” he gasps, “you think i would joke while i’m balls deep in—”

“oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands, “please stop talking.”

he grins, chuckling as he shuffles up to bury his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. “you don’t wanna be my girlfriend? that’s gonna hurt my feelings, y’know.”

satoru has always been like that, wearing an easy grin and plastering that playfulness on like a second skin. you can hear it though—the slight unease in his voice. you can’t fathom letting everyone know that sometimes, you let satoru fuck you…but maybe knowing that sometimes, you hold hands, and maybe kiss, and perhaps snuggle on the couch, and potentially even share a bed to sleep, not just fuck, but sleep—maybe they can know that.

that doesn’t sound so bad.

“that depends,” you hum, pretending to think, “how good at being a boyfriend are you?”

“excellent,” he plays along, “best of the best.”

“that’s just big talk. you could be lying for all i know,” you point out—but your fingers slip into his hair, twirling the sweaty strands along your fingers.

“well, you’ll just have to let me prove i’m a good boyfriend—so that means i have to be your boyfriend. sorry, it’s the only way.”

if satoru hears the giggle you try to hide as you sigh exaggeratedly, he doesn’t mention it, lips pulling into a giddy smile as he pulls his head out of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. your hands cup his cheeks, squeezing gently.

“i guess if this is the only way,” you shake your head theatrically, “you can be my boyfriend. for now.”

“i’m grateful,” he snorts—and then there’s a peck to your lips. one, two, three gentle kisses before he presses a lingering one. it’s sweet, and slow, and just a bit needy as he presses deeper into you. “now i can tell suguru the scratches on my back are yours. he’s been asking a lot.”

leave it to satoru to speak and ruin the moment just by opening his mouth.

“satoru,” you hiss, throwing him a sharp look, “i think you’d be a better boyfriend when your mouth is shut.”

“then i can’t kiss you,” he gasps, “that’s the best part of being my girlfriend.”

and just to prove it, he kisses you again—and maybe, although you hate to admit it, he’s right. it is the best part.

i wanna be his girlfriend :(

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The nastiest man alive

ft.Geto Suguru

contains: fem reader, spitting, finger sucking, spanking, begging, dirty talk, rough sex, dacraphillia, cum eating, unprotected sex, cumming inside, multiple rounds, established relationship

MDNI

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Geto had you on top of him riding his cock, his thick fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he helped move you up and down on his cock, his feet planted firmly on the bed so he could meet your thrusts halfway, fucking into you from underneath. "Fuck mama your pussy is so fucking loud~" Geto groaned, his eyes glued to where the two of you were connected.

You squealed in embarrassment, your moan turning into a yelp when Geto landed a heavy hand down on the fat of your ass, gripping the skin there. He watched with a slacked jaw as your cunt leaked all over his pelvis, a white ring of your cum sitting at the base of his cock from how wet you were.

Your legs suddenly tensed up when Geto thrust his cock straight into a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making your nails dig into the skin over his abs. He watched your head tip back, your mouth falling open as he quickly caught on, smiling as he fucked his cock into that same spot over and over, leaving you weak on top of him, your body bouncing weakly atop his thighs.

"What's wrong baby? 'S it feel good right here? Hmm? Right here?" Geto teased, watching your face closely as he bullied his cock inside of you, a hand sliding in front of you to rub at your clit. "Sugu- Fuck!" You whined, gritting your teeth together as both of your hands shot to his wrist, gripping his hand to try and get him to slow down--or you were going to cum.

"Nuh uh, just take it, baby, take my cock 'n my fingers~" He groaned, planting his feet closer to his body against the sheets so he could get better leverage while he fucked you. You could do nothing but whine and moan helplessly on top of Geto as he fucked the life out of you, feeling yourself quickly spiral toward your first orgasm of the night from his relentless pleasuring.

His fingers splayed themselves out against your pelvis, his thumb rubbing quickly circles against your clit, the wetness from your leaking pussy making the slide feel so fucking good. Your chin tipped down to look at the man underneath you when you felt yourself approach your high--only seconds away from tipping off the edge.

Geto knew this, of course, he knew your body better than he knew his own. Your pussy was squeezing and pulsing rhythmically around his cock, acting as if it was trying to milk him for all he was worth--of course, he knew you were about to cum. "Sugu- Sugu I'm gonna cum-" You warned him, rocking your hips against his hand, making his thumb rub your swollen clit harder.

"I know baby I know, I got you." He giggled, his eyes flitting between your own teary and your sopping wet cunt, greedily swallowing up his thick cock. You felt the first hot tear roll down your cheeks, the droplet sliding down your rosy face and finding its way to your neck, mixing with your sweat and making it unrecognizable.

"You cryin' from my cock? It feels that good?" Geto asked, cockiness laced in his tone. You would've tried to respond with something just as smart if you could, but unfortunately for you, your orgasm decided to hit you just as his words did.

"Oh fuck- Good girl, I got you mama-" Geto groaned, fucking you through your high. "I won't stop till you're done." He added, biting his lip between his teeth as he watched your body shake and jolt on top of him. Your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice, he had to take deep breaths in order to keep humping his cock into your warm walls and not spill his seed inside you.

Tears streamed down your face from both of your eyes as you came all over his cock, one of your hands falling from his wrist to catch yourself on his sturdy abs, your nails digging into his pale skin. Geto's heart sped up in his chest--of course, he didnt like seeing you sad or crying, but when it was from his dick? That was a different story.

"Ohmygod-" You whined as you started coming down, Geto noticing the way your cunt's spasms calmed down around you, his thrusts stopping in tandem. You gripped his wrist hard, signaling for him to stop rubbing your sensitive clit or you were going to pass out from the overstimulation.

Geto felt like he had come just from watching you, your expressions were so cute when you came, and the way your body was completely at his mercy while you were in such a vulnerable state made him feel high.

While you were busy catching your breath and waiting for your brain to start functioning properly again, Geto took the opportunity to sit up and wrap a strong arm around your body. His other hand came up to cradle your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you gasped and whined from the new angle, Geto's still hard cock was pushing against your most sensitive spots inside you like this.

"Did so good baby, how did that feel?" He asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You kept your eyes shut while you spoke, letting Geto pamper your face with kisses. "'S good Sugu, thought I died for a second there." You said, resulting in a giggle from the dark-haired man.

"Yeah? Guess I did something right then huh?" He asked. It was your turn to laugh at his words, his arm wrapping tighter around your body as he kissed your face, making your bodies press flush together.

You were about to let Geto know you were ready to go again when you felt something wet and hot press against your face, the soft feeling rubbing along the length of your cheek, sliding up to your eye before it was gone, a trail of cold, wet, saliva left in its wake--Geto had just licked your tears away.

You cracked your eyes open, the undersides of your eyes a slight pinkish-red color from your crying. You stared at him with raised eyebrows, your mouth open in a small o. Geto smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your lips, "Salty." He mumbled, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and landing on your thighs as he flopped back down onto the bed, his hair sprawling out around him perfectly. How was it possible for someone to be so handsome?

"You'll swallow anything won't you?" You asked him, faux disgust plastering itself on your face as you leaned forward over him, placing your hands by his shoulders on the bed. Geto's hands came to grip the fat of your ass, massaging the fat there soothingly. "If it comes from you I'll drink up anything.~," Geto said cheesily, making you scoff.

"So dirty." You said, referring to his mouth as you gripped his chin in your hand, shaking it back and forth to emphasize your words before you placed it back down on the sheets next to his head. His hands gripped the skin of your ass before he landed another smack, making your body jolt at the unexpected feeling, a gasp slipping from your lips.

"Only for you," Geto said, smiling as he slowly began thrusting his cock inside your hole. The two of you quickly got back into a rhythm, you shut your eyes and moaned into the room as you fucked your hips back onto his cock slowly, meeting his shallow thrusts. "How are you even softer inside? Huh?" Geto asked, tipping his head to the side, trying to get a view of your pussy that was being obstructed by your body so close to his.

"Was it from how hard I made you cum? Or maybe it's so soft from how good my dick is at loosening you up." Geto babbled, making you clench around him. You felt yourself drip at his words, his slow teasing thrusts working you over so well. "S-stop talking." you chastized, squeezing your eyes together tighter as you focused on how deep he was inside you.

Geto giggled, his fingers sliding down to where the two of you met to tease around the entrance of your cunt, rubbing the opening of your cunt and the base of his cock with V-shaped fingers as he collected some of your wetness there. "Why? My words make you too horny?" He teased, keeping his eyes on your face as he watched your expression screw together as he rubbed the outside of your pussy.

His fingers were gone as soon as they came. One of his hands stayed on your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his cock while the other; covered in your cum; pressed itself to your pouted lips, the unexpected feeling making you peel your eyes open to look at him. "Open," Geto spoke, the teasing tone that was just in his voice long gone as he instructed you to suck his fingers coated in your wetness.

You obeyed his words, your mouth splitting and your tongue falling out as you let Geto slide his fingers inside your mouth. "That's it.. taste yourself for me." He whispered, fucking his hips into you harder, feeling himself throb at the sight and feeling of your lips wrapping around his thick fingers.

You moaned around them, your tongue sliding around the digits and simultaneously licking off the liquid around them as Geto watched you with an open mouth, groaning at the sight. "Don't swallow." He instructed, pressing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth, watching with furrowed eyebrows as you gagged around them.

Geto's body jerked when he felt your body react, your throat squeezing around the tips of his fingers as he continued thrusting them inside your mouth. Drool had started to leak from the sides of your lips, sliding down his fingers and creating quite a mess on his hand. One that made his balls clench with the need to fill you this instant.

"God I love how fucking messy you are with it." Geto praised, keeping his eyes glued to your mouth, his hips fucking into you harder, making you release frequent moans and whines around his fingers, vibrating them. "Suckin' them like you suck my cock, they taste that good? Huh? You like the taste of your sweet pussy?" Geto teased, biting his lip harshly between his teeth, his own words riling him up.

He groaned when you nodded, his fingers popping out from between your lips as he pulled them back unexpectedly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his thick fingers. You watched as Geto brought the messy fingers down to his lips, licking off your remnants.

You cringed slightly at his shameless display of the need to drink up everything that came from your body. He really was a nasty nasty man. A deep blush spread across your face as he pulled his fingers from his mouth after cleaning them off, the hand going back to join his other in helping you fuck yourself on his dick.

"Let me taste you pretty. Cmon, give me a tatse." Geto begged. Tipping his head back, he stuck out his tongue, his hips thrusting into you harder as he waited for you to understand what he meant. The dull taste of your pussy on his tongue from his fingers wasn't enough, he needed more, he needed to taste exactly what you did--and instead of scooping some more up directly from the source, Geto thought of a better way to taste you, a filthier way, one more fitting for him.

"Spit in my mouth mama, dont keep me waiting." He begged, his cheeks dusting pink as he felt himself get closer and closer to his high--waiting for the final thing you needed to give him to push him over the edge. "You can't be s-serious-" You moaned, getting cut off by a groan when he made you roll your ass down against him harder, his cock drilling into your sweet spot from the new angle.

"So fucking serious, I need it, spit in my mouth pretty cmon, cmon, just once, please. He begged, sticking his tongue out once more as he waited patiently to feel it. You felt your entire body heat up at his request. Sure, he had spit in your mouth before, but never the other way around. You were shocked he wanted you to do something like this, you knew Geto was dirty but this felt.. extra dirty for some reason, especially with the way he was begging.

"Y-you're so disgusting Suguru." You whispered, and with that, you grabbed his chin and leaned forward. Geto stuck his tongue out further, moaning shamelessly as he waited for you to spit in his mouth. You wadded up a glob of saliva in your mouth, hyping yourself up you took a deep breath before you just--did it.

Geto moaned a drawn-out moan when he felt your spit hit his tongue, the saliva immediately being swallowed by the man under you before he stuck his tongue back out to show you he had swallowed it, a fucked out smile on his face.

You whined, your lip pouted out in embarrassment before you leaned forward to crash your lips with his, tasting exactly what he just had on your tongue. The two of you moaned and whined into the other's mouth, the kiss being so full of teeth and tongue as he humped his cock into you at an inhuman pace, his balls ready to fill you full of his cum.

"Thank you- thank you fuck- cuming baby- cum- nghhh-" Geto's groan was cut off when you pressed your lips back on his, his mouth opening slightly into the kiss as his cock shot hot ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips thrusting his dick to the hilt inside you, pulling back he fucked the entirety of his cock into you over and over again as he came, his cock hitting your cervix making you whine and cry in painful pleasure as you milked him of everything he was worth.

You broke the kiss, hiding your head in the crook of his neck to whine and gasp into the skin there, the puffs of your rapid breaths tickling his skin. Geto's eyes were squeezed shut as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, holding your body tightly against his, your hearts syncing up to bead rapidly with one another, sounding like you had just run a marathon.

Once Geto's cock started softening inside of you, he started rubbing his hands over your back soothingly, scratching his nails over your skin as he listened to you hum in appreciation into his neck. "You did so well for me baby, you feelin' okay? Anything hurt?" Geto whispered, tilting his head agaisnt the side of your face.

You shook your head, wrapping your hands over his shoulders, keeping your face buried in his neck. "I'm a little embarrassed though." You mumbled, feeling your face heat up with the realization of what he had made you do.

Geto burst out in a laugh, his body shaking yours on top of him. He pressed a kiss to the side of your face between giggles, a heavy hand coming to pet your hair. "I'm so glad you put up with my requests, I love you." He whispered, pressing another kiss to the side of your temple. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you wrapped your body tighter around his, still not ready to come back to reality just yet.

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