i hate crying in front of people so if i have ever cried in front of you, yes it does kinda mean you’re important but mostly it means it was a terrible accident that i will regret forever
its been a long day and now its really quiet. i already miss my bf and i just spent the whole day with him. Bluh…I wanna sleep over his house again and just cuddle
I WANT TO DO A COuple cosplay rly bad and kiss and stuff i wanna feel the otp within me
I think it’s so sweet when people remember lil things about me but I feel like such a creep when I remember things about people
do you ever roll up your sleeves to wash your hands and one of the sleeves starts slipping down like its attracted to the water and all you can think is “dont you fucking dare”
…iit make2 the game almo2t 2eem worth iit
"Nnn, Karkat—why are we doing this?"
"It’s way too fucking cold is why."
"We could always… mnnn… abstain—"
"You would say that.”
They’re bickering turns to bantering between broken moans and breathless pants as they undulate together on the couch—Karkat in Kankri’s lap—ensconced in a sweater that’s three times Kankri’s usual turtleneck.
Karkat had specifically asked for this monstrosity to be knit, and it took the power of two Maryams to pull it off, but they created a sweater that’s large enough to comfortably fit both Vantases.
It was designed to suit them in their cuddling during the colder season, and it’s more than effective.
Especially when they’re cuddling with bulges.
Kankri finds the red abomination ridiculous, but his complaints peter out as Karkat’s walls flex and funnel around his engulfed bulge. Every spasmodic flutter of his nook extracts a shuddering moan from the quivering seer, his hands fumbling inside the sweater-cave until they stumble over Karkat’s bulge wiggling between their bellies.
The fabric containment shields the chill but it’s doing nothing to prevent the sweat they’re working up. Karkat’s cheeks are ruddy, Kankri’s skin is glistening, and they’re so close that they’re rutting shamelessly against one another in a race to the finish.
Kankri can’t help but come first, his scream swallowed by the crushing of lips on his, his body convulsing as he pumps Karkat full of scalding hot geneslime.
Karkat utters a little chirrup as his hands spring up through the collar of that massive sweater and cup Kankri’s cheeks, tongue ravaging his mouth as he unleashes a spray of warm, scarlet fulfillment.
Kankri is none too pleased about the mess Karkat’s made of his lap, but he forgives it for those deliriously wonderful pulsations gripping his shaft when the little troll hits his orgasm.
Even as he tumbles down in the aftermath, each time he twitches from a pleasurable aftershock, his nook clenches in turn and Kankri temporarily sees white.
But once the novelty has worn off, they’re stuck in a sweater that’s suddenly too hot.
And their hive is too cold.
"This is problematic."
"Just shut up and walk with me to the ablution trap."
How manga works in Japan
Every six months, a manga gets really popular and get a lot of sales and tumblr gets crazy over it and with a lot of effort they reach #2 in sales, because #1 is reserved for One Piece until it ends.
Another abandoned project I could dig from my old laptop (because I’ve long lost the will to trace the whole video). Enjoy the gifs while it lasts though.
DESTINYSTUCK DAVE WOAHahah with his Ghost
"Some deep quote about death that makes this picture seem meaningful and well thought out."
An idea that’s been marinating in my brain for a while. Thanks to my lovely lady @krystipryde for feedback and suggestions.
2 evenings, Photoshop CC, Wacom Cintiq