God Created Man To Be Penetrated

cw: nsfw ;)

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these two is the type of therapy i never thought i needed

NEW POST CONTINUING THIS THREAD of this stupid AU thing

Raskolnikov: Doctor, it hurts when I do this.

Zossimov: Do what?

Raskolnikov: Exist.

Girls night..................................................................

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED

YOU KNOW THE HAIKU BOT???

OFC YOU DO

YOU KNOW THAT MESSAGE HE PUTS AT THE END OF EVERY POST????

"Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up."

YEAH???????

WELL THATS A HAIKU TOO

Beep boop! I look for

accidental haiku posts.

Sometimes I mess up.

NOW YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THATS NOT THE CUTEST THNIG YOUVE EVER HEARD

tntduo pride week 2022 - day 1 (moonlight)

im gonna be honest i didnt understand todays prompt so uhhh just take what ive got i guess

"Isn't this nice, Big Q?" Wilbur said, taking a sharp inhale of his cigarette. He chuckled a cough at the end of his sigh. The contents of smoke leaving his smiling mouth.

They lay in an open field. The moon above them dimly lit up the area, creating the perfect ambience. The cold, fraying patches of dark green grass softly poked at them, but neither of them minded.

"No, it isn't. You're such an asshole." Quackity side-eyed him, his top row of teeth gritted down harshly on his bottom row.

"You know you love me." Wilbur slyly said, rolling over on his side to face Quackity, and taunt him further.

One of his hands was holding up his head. His other rested on the grass. Quackity rolled his eyes at this taunt. Only the moonlight and Wilbur's cigarette illuminated the night.

"I don't, actually." Quackity's arms folded in annoyance.

A part of him deep inside knew that there was possibly a sliver of himself that actually was fond of Wilbur. But, surely not, right?

Wilbur smiled pridefully. "I'll grow on you one day, Q. Just give me a shot."

"I am giving you a shot right now. And you're..-" Quackity paused, his heart beating quickly. He swallowed harshly. "You're alright, Wilbur."

Wilbur's face tinted a light pink at this sudden change, surprised that his remarks were actually getting anywhere at all. He smiled, rolling back on his back.

"You're cool too, Quackity." He said, staring up at the small stars scattered across the night. He gently rested his cigarette in between his index and middle finger.

Quackity wiped his face briefly with his hand. "T-This doesn't mean you c-"

"I know what it means, Quackity." Wilbur hushed him, a reassuringly soft tone followed. Not a hint of jokes filled the air. "Listen, you don't have to tolerate me- at all. I-I mean just laying here tonight with you is enough for me. If you want, I could really just stand up and walk out of your life. But, I'm glad that you consider me 'alright.'"

Quackity turned his head over to look at Wilbur. A thick silence suffocated the air. "I... I enjoy having to tolerate you."

Wilbur looked at him with a wide grin on his face. "And I enjoy you tolerating me."

Who knew that they'd actually get along under the moonlight?

6-14-22

art and a fanfiction?!?!? ayoo???

speedpaint n some other stuff under the cut :)

6 hours and 30 minutes

74 layers

yeah

Invader Zim Steel Ball Run??

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