i'm the dumbass guard in tv shows and movies that gets seduced by the sexy enemy

there is no faster way to get me on my knees than the shrine of worship: if a skaven turned around and showed me his asshole? 100% charm for 6 min

sea salt's canon smell is whatever body musk was last smeared against his face

...tonight was a pretty happy evening for his nose

i'm the dumbass guard in tv shows and movies that gets seduced by the sexy enemy

there is no faster way to get me on my knees than the shrine of worship: if a skaven turned around and showed me his asshole? 100% charm for 6 min

old: ̶p̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶p̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶p̶a̶s̶s̶
new: huff huff ass

holy shit bottom heat itches so fucking bad right behind and just below your belly button, tops don't get it

♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫
when tops get sweaty after a fuck
that's when bottoms have the best luck

all sticky and smelly, all musky and warm
sniff it and suck it, all night in your dorm
♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♪ ♫

'𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡. 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬, 𝔴𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢. 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢?'

'nah, just going to the bathroom with friends to fill the cum thermos again'

dumb dogs declaring dibs on
→ dominant delicious donuthole dumptruck ←

his smell drives me wild
𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘋𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋
𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿

𓆩♡𓆪 𝙃𝙄𝙎. 𝙎𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙇. 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙎. 𝙈𝙀. 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿. 𓆩♡𓆪

uh i guess if gumroad is changing they shit, possibly grab something you want now?

gumroad.com/redrusker

it'll take me a bit to work around this, client work and balanced self-care. it might not be til anthrocon, but it'll be better, lol

*keep it in, keep it in, keep it in-* URP

vulnerability is my answer to toxic perfectionism -i am not fearless, i have impostor syndrome, am disabled & struggle with pain, scheduling & discipline

this ain't a cry for help, but to affirm illustrators who are struggling or afraid of futurism or inadequacy. get off twitter

it took me years of bad habits and disappointing commissioners and missing deadlines to finally grow up, but reckoning with yourself is necessary to change

my clients did not need perfect work, they needed me to try. it's hard to get started, but perfectionism made it impossible

i admire people who are strong enough to take care of others; i can barely handle myself

i try by embodying what i think would've protected me when i was at my lowest. a safe space, an unturned ear. rest, until you're ready to try again. i believe in you, i always did.

i have no idea why that posted a jillion times, but armpit smells are cool, okay

pool hustle: loser takes on the entire bar until closing
his wins to losses: 0 to 37

when you service an entire football team with hours of diligent asshuffing, buttworship, rectal makeouts & ringsucking...

slobbering on taint, lapping up & down sweaty trench, whining & begging the linebacker squatting over you to relax so you can get your tongue a lil deeper...

oh god oh god oh god don't get hard oh god
ᵒʰ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᶦ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᶦ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ᵍˡᶦᵐᵖˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗ ⁿᵒ ⁿᵒⁿᵒⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᵒᶠˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍᵉˡˢᵉ

'the guys gave me hell last time over the mattress stains, shit. fuck'

oh, sorry... um... you wanna get paper towels or som-

'what? fuck no, just lick it up before it dries, it's not my fault your ass can't stay closed lmao'
'...okay well it kinda is, heh. but chop chop, boy-'