#where u at
so fond of characters who haunt their stories, who exist without actually existing at all. when a character is long gone, but persists in the actions and words of all the characters they have left behind. when everything to come unfolds because of them. when they are both dead and the beating heart at the very center of the narrative… that’s the stuff __
it’s like… all of this happened because of you, and you weren’t even around to see it
All it took was one passing tweet about Tokio Hotel to take me back to my middle school, monsoon days
So I hit up their youtube channel and somehow I’ve become just as obsessed with their new music/genre style.
Long story short I ended up drawing them (in an aquarium of all places) to make up for the lack of fanart I’m NOT seeing on tumblr lol
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thinking about a needy submissive top rutting against their dom begging to fuck them and the dom tugging their leash back and pointing to their other sub—a bottom tied up, gagged, and plugged in the corner of the room who has been forced to watch all day as punishment for something—and telling the top they can do whatever they want to that. imagining the look on the bottom’s face as the top lunges towards them without hesitation. the top carelessly shoving their cute little face to the floor and so they can pull out the plug, only to immediately replace it with their cock. the bottom not being able to do anything but whine into their gag and take it, their own collar ringing out with each thrust. the top pounding days worth of frustration and want into them, pinning them against the hardwood and fucking them like an animal, all while looking to their dom for approval
I would like to be the bottom
