once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)
this type of bell-sleeve that only stops at the fingertips is common for phériu in the hotter seasons all around Omikti's Breath. They're a comfortable item, made with light fabric such a silk. They're often sewn onto a small top which has attachments for accessories or work items (pictured here are some sewing supplies), and all that is worn over either a wrapped garment or a sleeveless buttoned tunic. It's a kind of clothes to wear to lounge around, maybe do small manual activities, but not much more.
jisung has been my ult for since like EVER i can’t explain how happy i am that you add him in every now and then cause ur like my fave person here on tumblr. and i don’t know how but its even hotter that in most the fics he’s just like….some random dude in the background. and i’m still frothing at the mouth for him every time. i also love jeno and jaemin and will happily read what you write for them but when jisung came up in TB2 i was like WAAAAAAAA and immediately forgot about the rest of the goddamn plot LMAO. that just goes to show your fucking talent. ty so much neopuppy. 💚💚💚
THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY, UR TIMING IS GREAT, SRSLY🤭
Oops, I left that Twink from last night in my gut to brew, and accidentally fell asleep. He's definitely sticking around for a long while.
I met him from my FindAPred app, he was really egar to turn a slightly chubby boy like me into an obease hog 🐽 it was just supposed to be vore play, but he really wanted to permanently fatten me up. I didn't think I'd enjoy being so close to immobility. But now, feeling him plump me up to the point of no return ; ultimately sacrificing himself to do so-- it just feels so good ~
You can just see how sloshy he's become, and my body is still absorbing the rest of him! Look at how jiggly he is now; how jiggly he's made me. He's keeping me so warm and cuddly that I think it'd be very easy to lure in more guys. Maybe I'll aim for a jock next, what do you think?
good news for all my haters: im not coming back. not properly. i think social media and being around ppl in general is destroying me so im gonna just focus my energy on other stuff
ill probably still be a little bit active occassionally but for now i think il just stick to posting art etc. im moving to sheezy.art (which is down for maintenance rn but opens for registration again on fridays!) bc the energy there is much nicer for me.. but ill still post on here and insta. im also gonna be working on building my own website again!! so bookmark it and maybe some day itll have cool stuff on it.... :]
me: how about...natori contracting some kind of youkai illness & matoba finding out about it & showing up to his set & natori dragging him off to his trailer bc it would be bad for his sparkly reputation to make the angry faces he feels coming on in front of his coworkers & matoba offering to help but in that smarmy condescending way that raises natori's hackles so he refuses but unfortunately he doesn't know how to cure it so matoba just keeps showing up every day & natori keeps carting him off to the trailer every time & being suuuuper cagey when people ask him who his visitor is & what if his coworkers get the wrong idea & matoba is fully aware of this & what if one day in the trailer natori reluctantly agrees to let matoba help him & matoba's like okay fine off with your shirt i gotta paint this spell circle on your bare chest & what if he's in the middle of doing that when they hear somebody opening the door to the trailer & obviously they don't want anyone to know what they're actually doing in there bc youkai-exorcist confidentiality so matoba's like no worries i got this & he KISSES NATORI omg classic kiss-as-misdirection trope & the person at the door is like whoops my b carry on gentlemen & after they've left natori is like wtf matoba????? & matoba's like well it's what they all thought we were doing anyway & your mouth was right there & it allowed me to cover the writing on your chest with my body & also you kiss people for a living so i figured it wouldn't be too complex for you & your part-time exorcist training to handle & natori recovers admirably quickly & is like WELL for your information that was a TERRIBLE kiss & no one is gonna buy that i professional makeout artist natori shuuichi would be swapping saliva with somebody on the reg without any of my considerable skill rubbing off on them & matoba's like so what do you propose we do about it & natori's like obviously i have to teach you how to kiss in case they come back -
the bedtime story fairy who thought this was gonna be an easy assignment: please just go to sleep im begging u have mercy ur brain cells are dying
A system’s history is in their people. Or so the saying went. Milo was a participant in genocide, he knew. Watching as the winged people bowed their heads as manacles clacked into place around their wrists and ankles, rope binding their wings, Milo knew what they were doing was wrong. He knew it the moment the last dragon went down.
They’d seen the dragons from the ground before. There were plenty of published books examining the hypothetical immortality of the dragons, the many uses for dragon’s breath, and of course, the ethics of trapping them for their skin.
Dragons were not scaly. Or rather, not all dragons were scaly. Some had leathery skin, thicker than cow hide and less unpleasant to tan. It was also surprisingly light weight. Others had thick, sturdy scales that never gave way to weapons, plain or magical. It created an obsession for both, in a way. The thicker scales of the dragons were enough to create a type of hunter that was determined to find a way to collect the impossibly strong material. Others focused on the methodology of improving traps for the leathery skinned dragons. Plenty of research came from those ventures, even if they hadn’t realized they were killing off the dragons by doing so.