Exquisite - Blog Posts
Old Miku fanart!
TW: BLOOD, violence??
render of one frame from my last comic about desert duo owo
working on requests (people have so good ideas, i love it 🥺🥺🥺), so see ya in the closest future!!
Exquisitely Beautiful Lovely Gorgeous Unique & Fantastic Library 😍💞🤗🥰✨️💖✨️💖🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛
Mikayla Demaiter
Orange County Above Ground Pool Image of a medium-sized, trendy backyard with a rectangular above-ground hot tub
My first ever attack in my first ever artfight. I had a lot of fun doing it.
This is Wren Kahrlial Springs, a character owned by @its-spelt-hermaeus-mora
Hope you like it!
I've heard my wildlife ecology professors describe moose as "exquisitely cold adapted" so many times that the word exquisite instantly makes me think of moose now.
Mmmm! Did someone peek inside my mind and see one of my fantasy women?
Kiernan Shipka
Seriously. 5'2' Bombshell.
Kindly sit on my face and grind as hard as you can.
(Excusez-moi)
i know we'll reunite one day, up there in the clouds
Damnation or Salvation {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}
Tovar swore as he gripped the reins and guided the horse’s head down the overgrown path. The small price of fabric and broken branches indicated the spoiled brat he was charged with dragging back to her husband had gone the wrong damn way. The rain pelting down on his leathers added to the scowl he wore on his dark face, even though he was accustomed to such things. A mercenary’s life wasn’t a particularly comfortable one, but he had plans of a hot meal, a soft bed and an even softer whore around his cock when he had entered the brothel in the small village he had stopped in the night before. Instead he had found a lord looking to find someone to go retrieve his runaway wife, and the price had made it impossible to resist.
You wipe down one of the tables in the tavern you found work in. Dressed in rags - what used to be a decent gown - and hoping to pass as a bar wench to disguise yourself. Men leered at you, made comments, but you took them in your stride. You aren’t like your fellow ladies back home. You’d experienced the harsh reality of the world of men and you knew how to handle yourself. You finish wiping down the tables and gasp when you look up and find a man staring down at you. A frown on his face and a scar adorning his eye and cheek. Your heart thumps but not in fear. “Can I offer you something to drink?” You ask, standing up straight and he tilts his head, eyeing the scratches on your neck and forearms from where you ran through the forest. “Perhaps a seat by the fire to dry off?” You suggest when he remains silent.
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