mmochiss

So make weird porn. Survive the capitalist hell scape by whipping your girl cock out and fucking a pumpkin. Bounce on some rubber horse cock. Be into inflation and piss and leather, whatever.

Fuck for your own freedom of self above all else.
Because if you aren't allowed comfort, neither are they.

what’s the fucking point of being attracted to men if you’re not a little bit sadistic about it

happens to the best of us

how does it feel to be god's favorite

A no-context thread on things to look into over the next four years.
*For legal reasons, this is for educational purposes only. I am in no way, shape or form encouraging you to do anything.*
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gotta keep going no matter what happens

SCREAMING

forgor this place existed lol gang gang

Get more from mmochiss on Patreon Moch. The fire in me is called spite.

20 patrons and I draw myself holding a monster can next to my dick.

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peanis

if I wanted u to watch my hands make sumn pretty I’d just have u watch me draw u, bro,,,,,,

I will actually teach you to crochet just say the word

Every day I check bluesky I get jump-scared by your wang like the final girl in a slasher flick. /j

narcissist parents die challenge

user splathousefiction really wants to fuck the Lorax

guys I tried to stop them I really did
@splathousefic.bsky.social

Rattles (I have context)

A line art portrait work in progress of Toko Fukawa from the video game Danganronpa. Her hair, pulled back in twin braids, is a mess of greasy flyaways. Her expression shows anxiety and uneasiness, her gaze shifted to her lower left. The piece doesn’t have colour yet.

The original sketch for the previous piece, using a flat green brush in the art program “Procreate”.

Toko Fukawa wip (feat. Original sketch)

Moch is standing with hips pushed forward and shoulders leaned back, with his right hand on his hip and the left hand under his chin. He is wearing loose pants, a black sleeveless bodysuit and a loose cropped-cardigan on top.

crocheting not so I can make cute little blankets and baby socks but so I can make sexy little crop cardigans

a meme of a cat throwing it’s head back and screaming incoherently, but crudely drawn over with red hair and facial markings and black piercings, to denote the cat as being representative of Moch, the artist.

cant sleeb somebody knock my ass out with a tire iron

I feel like I should be getting numb to it by nOw-

an ink-on-paper sketch of a man wearing a polo shirt and loose pants, holding a phone over one side of his face. the sketch is referencing a mirror selfie the artist took while at work.

when I die bury me in a polo shirt so I can come back to life and beat the shit out of whoever put it on me

idk abt anybody else but personally I pronounce it “bisky”

ayo fuck Elon lol