On Kawara, Nothing, Something, Everything, 1963

(On Kawara only made a date painting on September 15 twice: in 1985 and 1997.)

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January 11, 2023 | 01 - 11 - 2023 | 1 - 11 - 23 💜

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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

Day 639

I forgot to mention I was going camping this day, so there isn’t anything here...

(11.6.23)

Terence K Williams: "Girl Bye! Lori Lightfoot is blaming her election loss to Racism and Gender. NAH NAH HEY HEY Goodbye!!! YOU LOST BECAUSE YOU SUCK!! Bye Lori Lightfoot Beetlejuice. Let's Celebrate. Go buy Cousin T's Pancakes at a 25% discount for pancakes and syrup. Use Code # Beetlejuice. @CousinTs.com

You can follow him on Facebook. My personal opinion about the Chicago Ex - Mayor. She's literally a walking dead zombie, who looks like she's taking way too many drugs. She's a lousy Mayor who has crime out of control in Chicago. Glad to hear that she was voted out of office.

Daily Log: 2/28/2023

Key tip, if you're making comics: truly work smarter and not harder, as in keep dynamic poses and views simple. Case in point, opt for side views of a held character, instead of drawing complicated 3/4 views all the time of both them and the character they're being held by/against. You'll see what all I mean, when it finally comes time to upload Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes' fifth page.

I also am contemplating more and more to switch to comics over literature overall... I dunno, I feel like my art style would be ideal for visual media, than simple chapter images. Not to be egotistical nor anything, though. I also have always wanted to do mostly visual mediums, I just never really had the patience before. Well, I did learn the "less is more" rule for comic panels and the like, so it would be possible to not take too long with uploading comic pages, compared to literature ones. Ah well, time will tell.

East Blue Crew ✨ !!!

Embroidered Bat From an Imperial Court Robe, China, Qing dynasty, c. 1759-1800

🌹💌Just For My Valentine!💌🌹

Nsfw ver. Posted on my twt like always!

happy hearts and hooves day <3

Dick: you dated Death!?

Bruce: yes, but I didn't know he was Death! And well, I guess the right words is almost married Death.

Dick: I… I need to sit down.

Jason: knew I saw that fucker somewhere before.

Stephanie: I mean, makes sense, he dated an Eldridge god, at this point be more surprised if he didn't.

Tim: is Death afab by any chance?

Bruce: yeah?

Tim: did you wear protection?

Bruce: that's inappropriate to ask and why does it matter?

Dick: because you last surprise ex girlfriend got us Damian, B, so did you use protection or not!

Bruce: I don't think so…

Dick: *rubbing his temples and reverting to Romani, saying a prayer for his sanity and his mother to give him strength*

Damian: so I might have a half sibling… I asked for a hell hound for Christmas father, not another sibling. 

Duke: you might've gotten Death pregnant… we just can't do normal scandals, can we? 

Cass: does explain why we did but don't stay dead, he's pissed you left him with a child, Dad.

Jason: wait, my death might've not had happened if he didn't knock up Death!?

Cass: most likely.

Jason: DAD!?

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They froze as soon as he pulled back from it, looking dead at each other, close enough that Aziraphale could see his shock-wide eyes through his tinted lenses. “Nggk— yep. You remember how to get back here?” Suddenly breathless, like he must have left his voice all the way over there on Crowley’s cheek, Aziraphale nodded far too quickly and turned to leave the room. [BNF]

National Oatmeal Muffin Day

On December 19th of each year, people all throughout the country celebrate National Oatmeal Muffin Day. The scrumptious and wholesome oatmeal muffin is being honored with its very own day today. Since their introduction in the late 19th century, oatmeal muffins have maintained their status as a popular choice for both breakfast and a snack any time of day. Oatmeal, flour, sugar, milk, and eggs are the primary ingredients in the preparation of oatmeal muffins. They are typically sprinkled with a cinnamon-sugar combination, raisins, or chopped nuts for the finishing touch. Muffins made with oatmeal are a delicious and healthy treat that can be had at any time of the day. Get yourself an oatmeal muffin and join in the fun of celebrating National Oatmeal Muffin Day!

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content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral

prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shywritersblog)

there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.

lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.

mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?

leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.

satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.

asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?

beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.

belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.