the satin throne

everyone needs to stop having sex youre supposed to jerk off to your concepts face down in your dark bedroom

Drinking alone is very regal. disheveled dress and hair. slumped over on the throne. empty look in the eyes. come and swear fealty to the unstable princess

not to be a pervert or anything but media should have more sex in it

but seriously why is it ok that i can watch an extended, minutes long animated scene of someone having their guts pulled out through their abdomen but even alluding to sex is seen as spicy

you can fantasise about extreme acts of violence and death but the moment you get excited about sex you must be a horrible pervert

actually i think being horny is a valid feeling and more art should make you horny

sadistgirl cutely blushing and looking away and stumbling over its words as it asks if it can press on the pretty purple bruise on your thigh it noticed earlier because it really wants to listen to the noises you'll make.

needing people is no fun. in my next life i want to be a razor blade

Cuteness aggression but I actually get rough and hold you down and stare at you like you’re my food.

well trained throat not as in “won’t gag on it” but as in “will take it until i vomit on it if you want”

God I fucking love being a monk at the Monastery of Lindisfarne on this fine morning of June 8th, 793. I love looking at all the gold and silver objects and alive monks that live here.