haven’t been in the donna tag on ao3 in forever because
1. too many people thought she was a top when shes the bottomest bottom on earth. possessive ≠ top, that woman has never had sex in her life she doesn’t know how to eat pussy let’s all be honest with ourselves here
2. ive read so many fics of her lowkey acting like a baby i couldn’t take it anymore 😭 miranda said mentally underdeveloped she didn’t say CHILD
3. not enough people dipped their toes into the creepy horror possessive donna genre and it’s such a shame… out of all the lords she has the potential to be the scariest (house beneviento literally scared tf out of everybody, me included im never going back there) likeee the hallucinogens all around the house, the dolls, the fact that she has no idea how to interact with people, angie etc. i’m begging here
i kinda miss herrrr shes my baby😢 maybe i’ll go read all the new fics she only had a little over 100 fics when i last checked and that was way before RL😭
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I will die on the hill of aro Fabian x aroace Riz queer platonic relationship
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My cat started to panic because I took longer to stroke her goodnight than usual and I think she thought I forgot 😭 [crying face emoji]
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maybe unpopular opinion but probably one of the least useful pieces of advice I've ever got as an auDHD person to the question of "how tf does one make friends" was to go and join clubs/groups that do hobbies I enjoy. Not only does this not actually answer the question of how to make friends (yknow, how to approach people, how to start a conversation, how to appear friendly enough that they don't immediately reject you for existing, how to actually keep them as friends later on, etc), but also the chance of me choosing to force myself into the discomfort of "making smalltalk with random strangers" is absolutely nonexistent when the alternative of engaging with a hyperfixation is not only socially acceptable but even encouraged
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mmm….. kafkabrained once again.
thinking about how unbothered she always is and how she’d be the same while fucking you.
she’s between your legs, a hand digging into your lifted thigh to accommodate her better, and is slowly grinding her cunt against yours. her head is tilting backwards and her eyes are closed in growing bliss as she smears her arousal on your pussy. it’s wet and slippery and her clit bumps yours just right but she’s so fucking slow you can’t help the tinge of frustration in your words when you beg ask her to pick up the pace.
“Kafka… go faster…”
all you get is a dismissive hum. she’s feeling real good, so you’re gonna have to deal with it. you can keep pleading if you want, she doesn’t care. she tells you how greedy you are— “you beg me to fuck you and when I do, you still want more?”— and that patient girls get rewarded.
you can try to rile her up, to sigh in annoyance or poke her ego but really, all you’re going to end up with is a couple fingers in your mouth to shut you up. if she wasn’t working towards her own orgasm, she would’ve denied yours seconds before it crashed over you. and maybe she will, later, after she’s cum so hard she’s bucking against you, not caring if you came with her or not. she gets like this sometimes, where she’ll use you for her pleasure and ignore your breathy pleas. though you can’t deny the sight it makes (she’s a moaner, all throaty and unashamed), well, you can be just as selfish and seek out your own release. it’s only after, when she pulls her twitching clit away from your slit, that she’ll give you what you want. after all, she’s only truly satisfied with her work when she sees that fucked out expression on your face.
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The difference between this warm up sketch from today after from not drawing for a week to the most recent sketch from tonight is incomprehensible
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