Hello… Hell oh..

Hi! Call me Mary, I’m a Brazilian artist who has some knowledge and drive to talk/yap/share about weird things.

If you came here, I can only offer you: art, some writing material, a ton of weird and random stuff, and a glass of water.

Things that I talk about:

Loki, Marvel and DC, Bat family, Invincible, Art, Jason Todd…

Feel free to DM me or send an ask; I may or may not answer you. (probably will because I need some friends)

Also, if you are a minor, don’t interact. I’ll be posting some NSFW things. (It’s my blog, and if you say something, I’ll tell you to go f yourself.)

Masterlist/List of My Original Characters:

Invincible Variant x OC: part 1, 2 and 3

Violet “Vesper” Morgan (v1): INFO

~~Vanessa Mormond (v2):~~ Still working~~

For the moment, that’s it.

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eternalera

i love them... SO FUCKING MUCH-

AND HE CALLED HER A PET-

fear-is-truth

⠀⠀꒰ ۪ ⋆ passing out during sex w jason todd ; mdni 18+

there’s a threshold between pleasure and oblivion, and JASON TODD never fails to drag you right to the precipice. the room is steeped in darkness, save for the feverish glow of the city bleeding through the blinds—thin slats of light slashing across his body like luminous scars. his damp hair clings to his temples, raven strands tickling your cheek as a low groan spills from his throat, muffled where his mouth is buried against the crook of your neck.

he’s saying something, but it slips past you. all you can register is the thick, glorious stretch of him splitting you open to the point of delirium. “f-fuck, doll—” he groans, and somewhere in the haze you feel his calloused palm at your jaw, guiding your gaze to his. but your eyes barely hold. head tips back, vision narrowing to pinpricks of light as everything frays at the edges before softening into black. a sudden, airy moan tapers off into an erotic squeak, and your body slackens beneath him.

the next thing you feel is breath—warm on your cheek. your eyes flutter open to find your boyfriend unmoving (still buried inside you), arms braced on either side like he’s been guarding your return. “back with me?”

before you can open your mouth, his hips roll forward in a shallow grind, and then you do moan. a dry chuckle escapes him before he presses a kiss to your temple.

“missed you too.”