I’ve been having fun turning my VR art into AR paintings lately.... really makes me feel like I’m just casually living in the future. this scene is the landscape from ‘Reality Is’, and it was brought into AR with Figmin XR!

if you want to see how this was made, I’ve got a process video here. (everything you see was hand painted and hand placed in virtual reality)

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Moon touched

OPALINE IS FLURRY HEART TRUTHERS!!!! THIS IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN!!!! (<--in denial)

can you handle the heat?   ҉   ✼⋆:°*  ҉  *:･ﾟ

contains: breeding, spanking, teasing, d/s dynamics, dubious consent (somnophilia that is not explicitly consented to beforehand), light spit kink? (mostly talk of drooling and licking it up), reader is referred to as possessing a “pussy,” "cunt," “clit,” “tits,” and “breasts”

credits: the idea for this scenario was given by this anon! thank you so much for the scenario idea! 

it’s a hot day, to say the least. the kind of heat that hangs in the air, heavy and humid, wrapping everyone in its midst in a summer haze, sweaty and drenched. it’s not a pleasant kind of summer heat, persay, but it is the kind that can lead to some pleasant results.

you decide to come by today, bored at home during this afternoon. by the time I reach the door, I’m already swallowing a lump in my throat at the sight of you. tight tank top, perched so low that I know that just a small tug down will leave your pretty tits exposed for me, if it weren’t for your bra. shorts on that keep riding up your ass, doing little for the imagination of the shape of your ass, looking so good as the material squeezes around it that all I want to do is grab a handful. you press a kiss to my lips and skip into the living room, immediately flopping onto the couch, chest rising up and down as you breathe heavily, complaining to me about the heat. I sit tentatively on the opposite seat, listening patiently and trying not to let my eyes follow how your chest moves up and down while you’re slouched.

you kick your legs up, going on your phone, and my eyes glance to your thighs. they’re so grabbable, just begging for my fingers to sink into and hold onto, so lovely and perfect in those tiny shorts. your legs rub together, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in complete reverence of how you look, fanning yourself and laying stretched out like the image of a painting, sweat sending you shimmering.

with a long groan, you shift up into a seated position, staring at me. I swallow a hard gulp, and when your eyes flicker to my throat, then raise back to me with a slight quirk of your mouth, I begin to grow nervous. “Are you comfortable with me undressing?”

I feel an incredulous laugh bubble out of me, trying to ignore the throb between my legs. “What do you mean?”

“It’s so hot,” you whine, aggressively fanning yourself. “I need to take off some clothes. Is that okay?”

I hesitate for a moment, my mouth flapping open and close, but then, I finally nod with a smile. “Sure, if you’ll be more comfortable.”

you get onto your feet and stretch up, tugging your tiny tank top off. I feel my cheeks burn as your stomach gets exposed, nearly moaning at how the tank top’s tightness sends your tits slightly bouncing as you slide it completely off your chest. you’re wearing a bra, of course, and it’s so pretty that I nearly want to tear it off with my teeth so I can get my mouth all over you. you toss the flimsy piece of fabric onto the couch, and I swallow hard as you stretch your arms out, chest pushing forward and accentuating their pretty shape. when you catch my eyes flicking between you and my lap, you giggle, turning around and slowly tugging your shorts down, swaying your ass from side to side with some soft moans as you push the article of clothing down. with each inch of your ass that gets exposed with each sway from side to side, I find my thighs squeezing together. underneath those shorts, you’re wearing panties to match your bra, lace trimming the edges and barely covering any of the skin I so badly want to sink my teeth into. you peak at me over your shoulder, laughing lightly at my astonishment as you continue wiggling your butt even after kicking the shorts off your ankle.

“Awe, c’mon, don’t I look cute?” you tease, twirling around, clad in nothing but your matching bra and panties, lace curling over the edges and nipples poking through, so tempting for me to get my mouth on. “Ugh, you’ve made such a mess here. Let me clean up.”

“No, no,” I protest, on my way to get up, but you stop right in front of me, pressing your palms to my shoulders, softly pushing me back into my seat.

you stretch towards me, bracing a hand on either side of the couch I’m seated on, cleavage wavering entirely too close to my chin as you lock eyes with me. I feel my breath hitch when your eyes flick down to my lips, your tongue sweeping across yours and leaving them shining and wet. an itching urge runs through me to sink my teeth into your pretty bottom lip. but, you don’t seem to sense it, a coy smile curling on your face. “Why don’t you be good for me and let me help you?”

you stalk around my living room, picking up the duster. you bend down, your behind sticking up in my direction as you clean the dust skimming the bottom of a nightstand. your ass is begging for hickies and spank marks, tiny lace panties riding up and curving into your pretty cheeks. you bring yourself onto all fours, and lower yourself to dust away under the nightstand, spreading your legs out in the process, so I see just how obvious your pussy lips are from around your flimsy panties, so tempting to suck on. you stand up, turning in my direction, and I realize that the hand around the duster is tight, almost as though you were nervous in the midst of your actions. I realize with a start that you are not genuinely trying to clean up, the sentiment only heightened when you timidly watched me, thighs rubbing together. my mouth nearly watered, ready to spread those pretty legs and watch just how soaked you can get those panties.

“Can I take a nap next to you?” you suddenly blurt, and I blink in surprise, not knowing what to do other than nod. you lay on the other end of the couch, cuddling your head into the plush pillow resting on the arm, your legs rubbing together and spread out in my direction. I force myself to stare at my phone, yet I can feel your eyes on me. “How do you like the set I’m wearing? I just got it a week ago.”

I glance at you before focusing my eyes back on my worthless little screen. “It’s nice.”

“You won’t take a good look at it?” your foot, clad in a pretty white sock, pokes at my thigh. I inhale a sharp breath and fully take in your body, my gaze slowly roving along your face to your chest to your stomach. when it lands on your thighs, your legs shift open, only a little bit at first, before spreading wide. and there, I see that your panties have a wet spot in the centre, dark and more than obvious. your fingertips skim the edge of the panties, and for a single moment, you rub the area where I know your clit is. I nearly choke on a gasp, but before I can say anything, you whimper. “I want to nap, but I'm so, so wet. If only I could be taken care of when I sleep. I haven’t come in days,” you whine, pouting at me, letting your legs hang out further. when I say nothing, stunned to silence at what you’re insinuating, you giggle. “Lucky for me, it’s your couch I’m going to rest on. Maybe it’s you who can help me.”

I snorted. “You want me to be the one to take care of you when you’re asleep?”

you smile lazily, stretching your arms above your head as you shut your eyes. “Why else do you think I wore this?”

in a few minutes, I hear your breaths even out, your body lulled into the slow rise and lower of slumber. I am still nearly frozen at what you said to me, my cunt throbbing and clenching at the idea of finally taking care of that wet pussy, soaked and pulsing under your panties. you’re curled into the cushion, legs still sprawled out, wetness peeking from in between your thighs. if only you could be taken care of… I skim my fingertips along the top of your thigh, smiling slightly when I watch goosebumps rise against your skin. I curl my fingers into your inner thighs, palm rubbing in and massaging. a soft moan breaks through your even breaths, when my fingertips press into the wet spot I just saw, and I hiss a breath at just how soaked that piece of fabric is. I take my thumb and press it into your pussy, rubbing that wet spot in small circles before running it up, stopping when I hear another whimper. it’s your clit. I add more pressure, my thumb further rubbing into that sweet spot, slow circles and soft movements up and down that leave your hips sleepily twitching.

I get on my knees and lean above you, bracing one arm along the side of your head, so that I could lean down and press soft, wet kisses along your cheek as my thumb begins flicking against your clit through the fabric. I hear how your heavy breaths begin to break with quiet whimpers. I lick a long stripe along your neck, pulling back to blow a cold puff of air along the wet streak, delighting in how you shiver underneath me, eyes fluttering, though still remaining closed. with a smile at your cute face, I start moving down, pausing at your chest to leave a long, slow suck on each of your nipples. another muffled, light moan flows from your lips, as I flatten my tongue and lick at each hard bud from over the fabric, leaving a wet spot on each cup.

with some kisses down your stomach, I’m on my knees on the floor, my hands gently coaxing your thighs apart once again, pressing tender kisses along your inner thighs. I stick my tongue out and drag it along your cunt, all the way from bottom to top, pressing in particularly hard when I know I’ve reached your clit. I flick the tip up before diving back in and roving it side to side as I feel more of your wetness seeping through and spreading across your panties. your legs are wide open, your heavy breaths accompanied by sleepy, quiet moans, your face the very picture of pleasure.

I tug your panties down as gently as I can, biting my lip nervously, fingers careful to cause minimal disruption to your drowsy state. I finally peel them off, the fabric thick with wetness. I spread your thighs out again, gently wrapped my arms around them to keep them open. I press the flat of my tongue against your clit, keeping it there, firm and still. your hips twitch in your sleep, automatically, without realization, in reaction to the pressure on your swollen bud. I pull back and slowly roll the tip of my tongue along your clit, getting it more and more stiff. I lean in, nose pressed against the mound of your pussy, wrapping my lips around your clit and gently tugging it in, only giving shallow, light sucks. I stare up at your face, watching how it contorts in your sleep, steady breathing growing heavier, louder. I begin to bob my head gently, pressing my face deeper to make my sucks harder and harder. your breathing grows louder, losing the rhythm of sleep.

when I deliver a harsh suck, I feel your thighs jolt around my head, and a moment after, your hands curl into my hair, a loud moan erupting from you. I look up to find you staring down at me, eyes hazy and bleary, mouth agape, as your legs shake around me.

“Awake, are you?” I mumble against your wet cunt, laughing lightly when you glare at me.

you tug again on my hair, pulling me up and pressing your mouth to mine, arms clutching my shoulders and tongue immediately lapping at my own. we stay pressed chest to chest for a few minutes, our kisses soft and long, our tongues stroking one another as your chest still rises heavily. I raise my hands up, groping at your breasts and pinching your nipples just to feel you yelp then moan into my mouth once I soothe them with gentle rubs.

you unhook the bra, tossing it to the side, placing your hands over mine and encouraging me to squeeze your tits. I play with them, feeling how they shake in my hands, flicking my thumbs along your pretty nipples until you’re gasping against my mouth, “God, I knew I’d be able to get to you.” your voice is filled with cocky triumph.

I scoff and immediately pull back, seating myself on the couch and dragging you into my lap, nearly laughing at how you immediately begin dry humping my bulge, riding it so desperately, just aching for friction. when you catch me sitting there, entirely still underneath you, you pout and begin tugging on your nipples playfully, giggling at how my eyes darken at the sight. you slip my cock out from under my sweats, rubbing the head against your hole playfully as you begin grinding your hips down, whimpering from the only slight satisfaction. “You won’t fuck me properly, baby? C’mon, just– ah!”

your words break into a gasp as I lift my hips up, slipping my cock into you, teeth gritting as your pussy tightens and squeezes around it, practically sucking it in as deep as possible. you moan brokenly, nails digging into my shoulders as your hips shift, adjusting to the stretch. you take in a shaky breath, nostrils flaring, eyes fluttering. “Okay, baby, I don’t have all day – fuck.”

I begin immediately rutting into you, thrusting my cock hard and fast to the point of you falling into me, bare breasts pressed against my t-shirt as my cock shoves in and out of you, pushing deep inside and leaving you whining in protest when it slips out for any longer than a few seconds. when you’re incapable of releasing anything but moans and whimpers, I land a gentle smack to your ass cheek, teeth latching onto your earlobe. “Sorry, cutie, what were you saying?”

“I–I was saying that I didn’t have all day,” you stutter.

“Oh?” I chuckle, slowing my thrusts until they’re long, steady rocks into your pussy. you whine at the change of pace, clawing at my shoulders for more. “So, it probably wouldn’t work well if I took my time like this, huh?”

you latch your lips onto my own, your soft begs and whimpers sliding into my mouth as our kisses move gently and lovingly, wet noises stretching from your pussy as I slide my cock in and out languidly. “Please, please go faster,” you murmur along my lips, voice raised in pitch from how needy you are. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a tease.”

“It’s good you’re sorry, sweetheart, since otherwise, I don’t know if you deserve to bounce fast and hard on my dick.”

you tug on my hair, your begs growing louder, with your tongue licking at my lips and hanging out so desperately. “I’ll be good, I promise, I promise, just go faster – ah, thank you.”

I immediately start snapping my hips up, my thighs smacking against your ass as I set out at a hard, fast pace, gripping you tight in my arms, our chests flush, our lips pressed together in a meeting of gasps, moans and groans. I gently spank your ass again, just to hear your pretty moans in my mouth from the impact. I know the tip of my cock is hitting that sweet spot, judging from how your noises are getting louder and louder, and I bury my face into your neck, biting and sucking, hands tight around your tits as I pinch and tug on your nipples so that you’re left squirming in sensitivity from all the mixed sensations trilling through your body – the fullness of my cock, to your needy nipples being played with, to how I press kisses against your throat.

“You’re such a tease,” I growl into your ear. “You probably came over today because you just knew the heat gave you an excuse just to tease me for a whole hour.”

“Don’t act as though you didn’t love every second,” you breathlessly giggle, your words ending with a loud whimper when my hips push into you especially deep, my dick pressed right into your g-spot and sending you shaking in my arms with your imminent orgasm.

nails digging into my back, the sting an indicator of the marks I’ll wake up to, my face buried in your neck, soft, loving kisses wetly being pressed by my mouth, your noises grow louder and louder. I smack my palm against your ass, groaning from how I feel it move under my fingers, a choked out whimper the result of the impact. I snap my hips up, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping down your neck and tits, sticky against my shirt as I hold you close. with a harsh suck to your neck, my thumb escapes to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. you toss your head back, mouth dropping open as moans tumble from your beautiful lips.

“C’mon, just put all that teasing to rest and come for me,” I whisper with a nip to your jaw.

your ass smacks on my thighs one, two, three more times, soaked pussy making such loud noises as I thrust into you, my cock dripping with your juices, and finally, you come. you clench hard onto my cock, tensing and squeezing, too overwhelmed to move as I continue pounding into you, your fluttering hole encouraging me to come inside you. my come releases into you, sticky and wet, a squeak slipping past your lips when you feel the streams of it burst into you. shaking in my arms, drool dribbles down your chin as you let out small, low noises, heavy and deep, matching the way your pussy pulses around my thick cock. I lap at the spit dribbling down your chin, my orgasm even more intense with the sight of you completely debauched and thoroughly fucked – wetness smearing your thighs, sweat shining along your tits and chest, lips gleaming with spit.

I soothingly rub your ass, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw while you breathe heavily, gasping from our exertion. after a few moments, you slip off my cock, gripping my shoulders to raise yourself to a standing position. Immediately, my come drips out of you, thick and wet, hanging off the folds of your pretty, pussy, droplets of it running down your inner thighs.

you sit back down to where you fell asleep, spreading your legs out, arms tossed behind your head lethargically with a mischievous smile. “Should I take another nap to get you started?”

something that i'll be eternally grateful for is the support i recieve on this blog. i created it in may of 2023 so i had somewhere to put my pjo fixation. and almost a year later, there are nearly five thousand people who look forward to hearing what i have to say. truly a blessing. forever grateful.

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@reizarei-4 >:)

Lmao it popped up so randomly. 10/10 recommendation, I do need him

And here is...

The Dragon Prince

But Avizandum looks like this

HERE I GO !!!! WATCH ME FLY, [MAMA] !!!!

the good ending :')

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idk my whole stance on the “will they/won’t they” in regards to buddie canon is just. it’s loud, it’s oddly ironic, that these are the only two main’s on the show that are S I N G L E. still! in season sex six! that their relationship statuses have basically run parallel to each other, that they keep trying and failing to find a romantic partner. so let’s look at the other side of the coin. what’s the other option? introducing yet again brand new love interests for both buck and eddie and having these people be their endgame relationships?

eddie? who has always held his cards close to his chest, is extremely protective over his son and who he gets close to, who has already tried dating the seemingly perfect woman for him and his son?

buck? who’s going to be a harder sell than ever now that he knows not to settle? who’s going to be looking for someone that accepts him just as he is, someone that compliments him perfectly, who accepts his relationships with the firefam, with chris and eddie, without complaint?

if this were season 2, 3, or hell, even season 4, i’d say yeah maybe we have time for all that. but we’re nearing the end of season SIX and there have been no new love interests brought in. and i don’t foresee 911 being a show that runs for 20+ seasons. i mean it could i guess but like. we’re in it. the meat of the sandwich. narratively, i don’t see it making sense for them to spend precious time cultivating new endgame relationships for the two of them. they’d likely have to run them at the same time, parallel to each other. yet again. which would be a tell in its own right that they were actively avoiding buddie canon.

i’m not saying they absolutely won’t do that, i have no idea what their actual plans are. i’m just saying they’re boxing themselves into a corner. a great big rainbow-filled flaming gay corner.

Based on this self indulgent post I wrote the other day, about a Kuro AU feauturing 5 years old Ciel and a new demon dad who's doing his best. Suddenly this little scene popped into my mind, then I remembered my talented fren @grelleswife's Dadbastian fanfic The Wolf (link here!) so I guess that, even though it's not exactly the same setting, I must have gotten subconsciously inspired by it 😅

During his days in the cult all little Ciel could do was try to survive the best way his young mind could think about, and when he had just been rescued by the demon he was weak and sickly, barely alive even, and then pretty much catatonic. Once the dust has settled, however, the realization that his family won't come back dawns on him, and he starts having nightmares about monsters with deformed faces that laugh while hurting him. Moreover, even though he's supposed to be back at his house the place doesn't feel too familiar. The first night the demon hears the child screaming and crying, they try to comfort him as best as they can with the scanty knowledge they have about comforting children. After a while they have an idea, based on the partially burned portrait they found from which they could make out the shape of the family pet.

(You ain't foolin' anyone trash demon, you're starting to care about the smol).

When Ciel wakes up the next morning, he's still surrounded by the borzoi's slender but fluffly body. He yawns and rubs his eyes, and then sits up and just stares at the creature that looks so much like his late pet. "Good morning, child." the voice coming from the dog says, without really expecting an answer, "Did you sleep well?" After a pause, the child that up until this point hadn't spoken at all utters a single word, albeit almost in a whisper. "Hm? I am afraid I could not hear that. Come again?" Ciel lifts a little hand, points a finger at the animal and raises his voice a bit. "Sebastian." "Ah. Well, yes, I guess you can call me that from now on, if you so wish." the demon answers with a small nod, and Ciel could swear he sees his snout twist into a faint smile. Sebastian then sleeps on Ciel's bed, in the form of the soft borzoi, every night until the child is a little older and can be alone at night.

been trying to work on male sims & looking at face inspos for the past few days

how do we feel about a royalty!/fantasy!AU for satosugu 🧍‍♂️

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

This is what Attack of the Clones feels like