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❝... I feel nothing for you. I hold myself down. Keep to yourself. you shouldn't touch me. The skin peels off my bones. I'll give you a gift: take the skin from my stomach and stretch it across your face. Look in the mirror: I see myself through your eyes. My body's on the ground behind you. you use it to amuse yourself. When you kick it around the room you feel the impact of your boot in your stomach. Cry for me. Blame me for the fact you no longer recognize yourself. Lying here, I want the air in this room to consume me, to pull my body in behind itself while you stare down at me uncertain if you've lost yourself in me. you're running your hands along the leather surface of your skin. The sound this makes changes pitch according to the area of your body you touch. your thighs and your groin generate a low hum, the sound of my corpse releasing dead air when you kick me. your face generates a continuous high-pitched squeal, the sound I make when you burn me. I take you over. you forget yourself in my body. When you chew a piece of skin from your finger you remember my body in your mouth. My bones crack between your teeth. I love you. When you lick your hand your sweat tastes like my blood. Conceal yourself. Close yourself off. Pull back into my skin. I'm inside you. The place on the floor where my body decayed left a stain on your memory. That's the signature of my love for you. you can't forget me without losing yourself. I'll never die...❞
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Photoset reblogged from Euphoric Fixation
Sean O’pry directed by Dean Isidro.
He is ranked #1 male model if you guys have no idea.
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I have two ideas for fantrolls. One is an obnoxious fratboy troll, and the other is a radioactive hipster, pretty much. But now I can’t find most of the stuff for my tablet to pitifully attempt rough sketches for either of them.
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Photo reblogged from Bound to Ascend, Fueled by Glory
“Now, before you start hatin’ on me about the wings and tail and horn colors n’ shit - I like originality. And with that - I figured that Chinese Zodiac trolls could have body parts that resemble their year. ._. So, no flaming. I don’t HATE homestuck, I really love it. I just thought a character like this would and could be interesting.
So
I don’t hate on other people’s OCs so don’t hate on mine. I don’t want critiques, or flaming at all. SO if you don’t have anything nice to say about her, then don’t say anything at all. Kthx.”It would be great for this person to NOT make this thing a FANTROLL
Yes, rainbows and wings. The PINNACLE of originality when it comes to OCs. :U
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Photoset reblogged from ave atque vale
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Photoset reblogged from ave atque vale
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… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.I…oh god just…what did I just read?! WHAT IS AIR!?
