Something I’d sent under anon and I’m embarrassed about, but here’s what I had gotten out 💦
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While visiting Briar Valley with the Diasomnia boys, you ask if Sebek’s dad would be okay with giving you a cleaning since you haven’t had one since arriving in Twisted Wonderland, and he ends up saying okay to it even though Sebek’s kinda salty that you actually wanna use his father’s services. And for whatever reason Sebek comes up with, he is adamant about being there during the appointment. So he’s standing there, watching you hold your moth open as his dad prods around in it. And you and his dad get along so well, he’s so nice and you’re both chatting while Sebek is lost in his head imagining if instead of his father’s instruments, what if it was his fingers in your mouth, swirling them among the gathering pool of spit and between clean teeth, holding your tongue and causing spit to dribble out of your mouth, and what if he replaces his fingers with something bigger, thicker, warmer-
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Unfortunately, when his father had extended the invitation for supper and a night’s rest at their home, Sebek had declined in your stead. And while you really wanted to accept, you reluctantly had to agree with Sebek’s decision for now. You were staying with the others - Lilia, Malleus, Silver, and Sebek- at the castle, and you wanted to spend as much time together as possible. But you would be happy if the invitation was extended to another time, if Sebek would ever allow for a next time. So for now, you headed back to the castle and to your guest room for the night.
Sebek had been a bit off since that day, at least you think he has. While not lasting as long, you occasionally found him spaced out like that day at his father’s clinic, although now he is able to snap out of it without anyone’s interference. It also might just be your imagination, but has he been a smidgen sweeter to you, yelling at you less and instead opting to quietly look away? It would be embarrassing to ask the others if they had noticed the same, and if they had, then they haven’t openly reacted to it from your perspective (for what if they in fact have? And their teasing on the subject looks and sounds the same as their usual jests?). But it came to a head one night, the night that confirmed that you were correct in having noticed a difference in him. It was time for bed, and you had already found comfort underneath the covers when a knock resounded from your door, followed by a mild leveled voice, “Human.”
You called out his name questioningly, sitting up and turning on the night lamp by your side as Sebek appeared from around the corner. He walked all the way to your bedside, not saying anything, simply looking down at you. Paired with the quietness with which he had opened and closed the door when he entered and the soft tones the night light’s luminosity gave him, the Sebek by your side was uncharacteristically gentle.
“Sebek, is something wrong?”
You don’t know what he could possibly need, not from you or considering the time of night. His mouth opened slightly before shutting again. His breathing became slightly more heavy, his pupils dilating before returning to normal with each thought passing through his mind, as though fighting off the effects of the thoughts he was having.
“Are you okay?”
The concern in your voice, on your face, forced a word out of him.
“I-”
A pause. Just the sound of his breathing.
“Sebek?”
He reached a hand out, slowly reaching for you, its directory heading for your face. The gently brush of fingers announced their landing on the side of your jaw, his thumb dangerously close to your bottom lip. His thumb drifts away, like resisting the magnetic pull to your lip, but it kept being drawn back to its original destination until it finally could not avoid it anymore and brushed along its bottom border.
“S-Sebek…?”
“You… I do not know when it happened- how it happened- but I…”
The doe-eyed look you were giving him, your kindness showing in the form of your concern for him- he couldn’t turn back. Not anymore. This time, his eyes stayed dilated.
“I want you.”
The words had barely been spoken when his thumb traveled up, breaching your lip’s border and heading straight for the opening leading to your moist cavern. A second’s rest on the pillowy center seemed to act as a weight, shifting your jaw just slightly more down, like a door creaking slightly open, inviting him into your mouth. Was it automatic? Or was it from shock that the man before you had confessed his want of you, of all people? Either way it mattered not, for as his movement unconsciously stopped in a search for your approval, the look in your eyes changed and you gave your permission, in the form of both lips parting to make room for whatever he would give you- do to you. As if it had been the opening he had been looking for, his fingers delved in as fast as they could.
okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.
The fact that RIGHT BELOW THIS WAS GANDALF TITS proves why this site is always on the fringe.
Artstation protest against allowing AI-generated art on the platform, which took form of artists flooding the site with pictures saying NO AI ART, has utterly fucked up AI Art generators that were sampling art trending on artstation without permission. Thus proving that all these generators do indeed steal artwork.
as much as we joke about scaring off twitter refugees around these parts im like. genuinely sorry to all of ya’ll moving over. losing your main platform (especially as an artist/creator) to the incompetence of one of the worst human beings alive sucks major ass
As someone who is active on tumblr and twitter but in wildly different ways, it is alarming that the collapse of twitter is also the collapse of a certain kind of public sphere (in the habermas-ian sense). Like 90% of environmental disasters, election news, etc. rely on Twitter for time-sensitive updates about world news. It should be considered a public utility. There isn’t a replacement, anymore, for the kind of crowdsourced news that Twitter made possible. This shitty apartheid bro basically tanked the public sphere because he couldn’t handle people being mean to him.
id argue that he wasn’t a bad artist to begin with. his work back then sucked, but all of the comics ppl shat on him 4 were made for work during his time at buzzfeed. shit working conditions led to shit art to try and keep up; his heart, understandably, wasn’t in it. i remember that as soon as he quit, the quality of the work he posted skyrocketed
