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astrum99 · 4 months

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I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

#reblog welcome #yea this is about Gabriel #I thought too hard abt his anatomy and my brain broke #fuck it im tagging #Gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #what r u gonna do #restrain me?#ow owow oww stop hitting me stop hitting me #anyways yea I’d love to vivisect him #<- going insane #writing #godcore #angelcore #<- tags that I’ve seen ppl use for this kind of thing but let me know if inappropriate I can remove #az thoughts

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prettylesbianprincess · 2 months

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Drinking wine is literally so embarrassing! "omg I had a glass of grape juice and now I want to post pictures of my boobs online!!" I need to be restrained

#Please restrain me #i mean what #lesbian #wlw nsft #butch bait #Lesbian nsft

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skies04 · 2 months

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umm I just want to wake up to someone restraining my arms and legs and filling my holes with his seeds.The cum slowly dripping out of my tight holes as he pulls out, he scoops some of it and smears it on my lips making me feel more filthy .｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠♡

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obsob · 8 months

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the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

#mine #original #i cannot even begin to explain the anguish. the torment. this drawing has brought me #and i STILL dont like it. i simply cant work on it any longer i cant i cant. i must be rid of it #eating drywall as we speak #you want to know how many weeks ive worked on this. THREE. ALMOST.#you want to know how long my other cat drawings take me ?? 3 days absolute MAX #anyway. begon foul creature etc #i havent left extremely long tags for a long while hello everyone good lord there are many of you #we are going stratford this weekend very exciting #its going to be a little chilly and i want to take my new coat with me but issue its not chilly right now so i cant wear it onto the train #i do not think. i can. stuff it into my suitcase i dont think that will happen #i am sure i will figure it out #also. no longer vegan . eggs have won me over. egg egg egg.#im having to restrain myself SO hard from buying more wool i want a shawl i want a shawl #i want more cute DRESSES why are nice comfy dresses 10000£#i look on vinted and its like dresses for popping your pussy in like not. the vibe im going for thank u #anyway. im going to eat crackers now

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forecast0ctopus · 3 months

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moments before disaster but like. dont even worry about it

#worry about it #good episode #spock in jeans is very funny to me.#star trek #star trek tos #star trek tos fanart #star trek fanart #spock #leonard mccoy #captain kirk #james t kirk #jim kirk #leonard bones mccoy #mr spock #dr mccoy #city on the edge of forever #redid spocks pose like 8 times his restrained excitement is difficult. as someone who likes to exaggerate poses #its fine its a sketch lmao

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newgroundstier · 2 months

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untapped humour potential with these guys i think

holy fuck ref 4 the unaware ⬇

#drift #ultra magnus #transformers #maccadam #drift actively seeking out maggie 2 talk abt whatever the fuck while mags trying 2 restrain himself from putting drift in forever jail #very funny 2 me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#whether or not magnus does indeed like system of a down is up to you dear viewer

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starlightseraph · 1 month

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i actually hate house and wilson like what do you mean you talk about railing each other constantly and you live together and you’re the only people you want during the most important times of your lives and you canonically say i love you but when one of you is dying you refuse to say it unless they try everything imaginable to survive and you quite literally can’t live without each other and you nearly die multiple times because of it and you save yourselves for each other and you run away from everyone and everything to ride off in the sunset together and live out the last days of your lives just with each other. what do you fucking mean.

#just fuck already #I HATE THEM I HATE THEM FUCKCKNCKXK #SHUT UPPPP THEY NEED TO STOP #they are so horrible for this #all of it #absolutely disgusting #someone restrain them. and me. please i’m losing it.#*i must clarify that all of these tags are affectionate. i care about them and ship them to an obscene degree.*#hilson #hate crimes md #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #rsl #house md #gregory house #james wilson #starlightseraph’s brainrot

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milkovichrules · 8 months

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true love

#mickey milkovich #gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #shameless edit #I was gonna do the dom top daddy one as a bonus but I restrained myself lmao #also idk what it is but the yo ian one is so important to me #this is what I do now to procrastinate writing I guess #cool cool cool #*

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female-eren · 1 month

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The argument that we should no longer have sports leagues for men and women, instead sort everyhing by height/weight/muscle mass is crazy because do you know what categories would be the most effective sorting system with the least amount of random outliers? Male and female sports

#When I was weight training I met a man who was ONE ENTIRE HEAD SHORTER THAN ME #And I think 10 kg lighter than me as well #He could pin me completely down with one arm. He was strong enough to lift me easily and keep me completely restrained #And I wasn't out of shape! A man way shorter and lighter than me could EASILY overpower me!#So yeah we need women's only sport

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dizzybizz · 1 year

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trailblazer makes a wikihow on how to become a raccoon

they commission gepard to do the art

#im doing the reqs out of order now apparently #this one hit me like a truck #i couldnt get the vision out of my head #therere defs more steps i just had to restrain myself #honkai star rail #trailblazer #tiny itty bitty #march 7th #dan heng #gepard #he put himself in as a bystander #doodle #my art #this took a stupid amount of time #gepards artstyle is so far out of my comfort zone omg

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soriastrider · 4 months

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this has almost certainly been done before, but i think it's funny so i did it anyway

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#dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #homestuck #my art #i drew this right on top of the meme in an effort to make this quick and easy. which was a complete failure #i spent way too long on this and still failed at anatomy lmao #oh well #anyway. dirkjake #thought about making it jake's ass in the last panel but i decided i didnt wanna try to draw ass lol #also it would've been much harder to convey the inherent dumbass boyfriend energy that was the whole point of this #if jake's smug little face wasn't visible #he is expertly restraining giggles #I also had to rotate dirk in the last panel bc the original angle was just not working no matter how many times I tried to fix it #unfortunately anatomy hates me #bg image is from hs p4221

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cry-ptidd · 16 days

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Beast

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shellshooked · 2 months

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there’s enough brainrot abt this au to write like a book series so I thought i would finally introduce it properly,, so here goes NOTHING !!

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jedi knight (botw) zelda conversating with padawan ahsoka tano strolling through the jedi temple on coruscant

there’s a firm reason the jedi council never allow commander link (botw) and general anakin skywalker on the same missions during the clone wars

general zelda and link (tp) of the rebel cell referred to as the twilight squadron debriefing their next attack towards the empire

jedi padawan link (ww) and his pirate best friend tetra have no idea what they’re about to face up against when his clone captain suddenly aims his blaster in their direction, claiming to execute the unknown directive of order 66..

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gfguren · 1 month

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pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, a little bit domestic, a little bit intimate, a little bit suggestive? (not really) | cw: cursing, a very modest bath scene

-teaching bakugou to 'take'-

Thinking about the newly domestic give and take between you and Katsuki. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's hell bent on doing everything himself, at first. That's the way he's always lived after all - hyper self-sufficient, independent to a fault, and so goddamn stubborn about it all.

It makes you feel almost useless, his insistence on doing everything, not only for himself but for you as well. Honestly, you should have expected it; he was like that well before moving in together. Taking all the responsibilities on himself, wrangling you out of the way when you so much as try to help, because he "feels like it", or he's "better at it", or "just move, f'r I make ya".

But you were a guest in his house, then - so you let him have his way, bullheaded as it was. Now that you share a house - a home - you want nothing more than to take care of it, -him.

Though moving mountains would be easier than convincing him to accept it.

You try brute force, first. And it goes as well as you might expect, like throwing pebbles at a brick wall. Putting yourself between him and the dishes is just as futile; he cooked dinner, you should be the one to do this. It's only fair. Still, he takes it upon himself to pick you up and physically remove you from 'his' spot by the sink, ugly yellow gloves dripping dishwater all the way to the counter.

The floor is completely soaked by the time he plops you down on the countertop, as are your jeans, your flailing arms and exasperated "Katsuki!" having done little to deter him. Your mouth opens in protest but his hands, firm at your sides and eyes, red, and stern and definite leave no room for discussion.

So you try to 'talk about it', second. When his mood has cooled and he's feeling a little sweet. He usually is, when hero work has worn him down, chipped away at his fire until there's nothing left but his worn down bones and the aching desire to be enveloped in you - his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair.

He's nothing but mush in your arms by the time you bring it up, nearly two hundred pounds of limp muscle, eyes half lidded, and slow, warm breath. You think he doesn't hear you at first, more likely he pretends not to; but then you hear a half-hearted, "hmph". And you sigh.

"I'm serious, Kats." you rake your fingers across his scalp absently and he groans in appreciation, furling into you more. "You can't do everything, just look at you."

He peers up at you with one eye, an almost glare, more playful than anything; too tired for anything more. He huffs gently, warm breath across your chest when you don't back down. "We'll talk about it later."

'Later'; meaning never. Still, you don't press him. Not when he's so tired, not when this small moment of peace is all he allows you to offer him.

Ever predictable; there isn't a later, and he finds a way to avoid the conversation, in one way or another. Over and over and over again. You're at the end of your rope just trying to get him to listen.

Instead, you try a last ditch effort at patience, at compromise (usually a losing battle, with him); working him over, little by little.

And it works, mostly.

You find that, most times, you can slip past him while he's cooking to steal the dirty mixing bowls and discarded pans; wash them while he's preoccupied trying not to burn the chicken or fretting over cutting the vegetables 'just right'. That him doing the cooking is non-negotiable, but he'll let you help as long as you stop trying to kiss him while he's "tryin' to make y'r dinner over here, god damnit".

(Don't let him fool you, he likes it).

That it takes you far too long to realize how much he craves being asked for 'help', instead of your usual insistence on helping him. That when he feels appreciated and useful, he's almost eager to share the housework with you, looking almost boyish standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, the tepid scowl twisting his pretty face betrayed by the blush creeping up the back of his neck when you hum a lilted, "Thank you, Katsuki".

Your strategy's not foolproof, of course; he's still quick to steal whatever you're working on once he's finished his, itching to make himself busy once more.

But it's progress.

Still, no matter how much you try, or how long you pester him, he puts his foot down at taking care of him while he's sick, while he's training or on patrol. Anything that could end with you hurt, or put you in harms way is a hard 'no' - always, always, always.

That's not to say he doesn't let you take care of him ever. Though it was more hassle than it should have been, getting him to just sit comfortable instead of disappearing into the bath for hours, or taking his frustrations out on his poor, battered training equipment.

These days, when he's had an especially tiring evening, he'll sink down into the sofa without you having to say a thing, let you press your fingers into his shoulders and down his spine until the knots unwind. That occasionally he'll let you take him by the hand even, coax him gently into warm water and vanilla scented bubble bath.

That he becomes particularly docile when you're massaging your flowery conditioner into his wily blonde hair. The scent of you - over his waist, around his shoulders, in his hair - it's almost intoxicating, and he wraps his arms around you, like he's desperate for more, burying his face in your chest; sighs like he's at ease for the first time in his life.

It isn't easy, teaching Katsuki to take - but when he lays down with you at night, his eyes are a little brighter, hands hold you a little tighter, a little longer than when all he knew was how to give, give, give. And when his lips find yours, and you can feel his smile against them, you figure all the trouble is worth it.

And when he rolls the both of you over til you're pinned beneath heavy thighs, impish grin on his lips and calloused fingers beneath your shirt, trouble and promise brewing behind his newly fired eyes, well that's just a bonus.

#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #had to physically restrain myself from writing 'he could teach you a thing or two about taking' in the last line djshfd someone stop me #happy katsuki day to all my bkg girlies mwahmwah mwah 💗

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shootingstarrfish · 2 months

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belphie maid outfit!!!!!

i lost a whole day's worth of progress on him the other day so that put me off working on him for a lil bit, but hes done now and i'm very happy with him!!! thats all the brothers done now WOOOOO

#reeeeally eyeing the possibility of doing the side characters too..... I SHOULDNT BUT LIKE WHAT IF I #i need to be physically restrained atp augh i wanna draw maid barbie......#obey me #my art #digital art #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me art #belphegor #obey me belphegor

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saturnstringz · 1 month

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these images make me go feral. they r all a part of my 1.4 k pintrest board on drew starkey but like… his arms his hands his- him.

#drew starkey smut #rafe cameron smut #HE IS SO FINE #HIS ARMS?#HIS VEINS?#HIS HANDS?#rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #someone needs to restrain me

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