#(Morning Reblog)

[cowbell-ghuleh]

Morning reblog with detail shots...

An attempt at a maskless Perpetua.

Not sure how I feel about this one to be honest... But hey. At least I finally got some kind of artwork finished! Switched to a smaller page size while I'm in this art funk at the moment...

[violetprosejoe]

Shadowheart: Halsin, if I were a druid, what animal do you think I'd be?

Halsin: Given your memory issues, perhaps a goldfish?

Shadowheart: I'd hoped for something a bit more exotic... but would you carry around my fishbowl, feed me flakes of food?

[tifaria]

They look so good side by side. I'm happy with how the role reversal turned out.

[francoyovich]

Hey, I am working on a new Elden Ring Illustration! And guess what... …ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ…

[bombcollar]

comms are still open!

fat dragon commission for @dire-vulture!

[fluffbruary]

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[damselsdontwearglasses]

Time for horror and sadness.

🌻COMIC UPDATE🌻

[v10l3t-jpg]

good evening dyharders who's up for some sesbian lex I mean some um uh sesbian some uh sesbian lex in you treat your mouth

[lyrifaun]

Frankenstein with long yellow hair

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Bonus Alecto edit of the original because I cannot help myself, apparently

[damejudyhench]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Severance (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Petey K./Mark S. (Severance), Petey K/Mark Scout, Peter Kilmer & Mark Scout Characters: Peter Kilmer, Petey K. (Severance), Mark Scout, Mark S. (Severance) Additional Tags: Reunion Sex, Doomed Relationship, Bloody Kisses, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Spit As Lube, Making Out, Hallucinations, Size Kink, Showers, dubcon, kind of a reverse Woes Hollow situation, fic to spill your lineage to, no beta we die like..., (too soon), Manhandling, True Love Summary:

Petey talks with his hands. Mark does that too, when he’s angry. But Petey does it all the time, channelling his restlessness in a way that’s magnetic. It’s almost like he’s weaving a spell, every time he gestures and leans closer to draw Mark into his confidence, to the point where Mark half starts to believe his basement could be full of surveillance devices after all. He’d be a hell of a storyteller around the campfire; only Petey’s unsettlingly sincere with the old basement lightbulb flickering in his eyes.

Love transcends severance. Unfortunately, Mark Scout is afraid of love.

[moorishflower]

The Riddle of the Sphinx Ch. 3 (Dream/Hob fantasy AU Explicit)

The Riddle of the Sphinx || Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Explicit || Chapter 3 of 5 Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Sphinxes, Riddles, Human Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Child Loss, Marriage Proposal, bonding over shared traumas, Mates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Human/Monster Romance, Non-Human Genitalia, There will be no barbed cat penis sorry, There's a knot tho, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Kissing, Oral Sex, Oral Knotting Fantasy

At some point during the summer, a sphinx had moved into the cliffs at the edge of the Endless siblings' property. Dream of the Family Endless, in an ill-fated attempt to remove the sphinx that has built a lair on his property, finds himself coming to know the creature more intimately and sweetly that he ever could have imagined.

You know how it is when you go to write an epilogue and turn it into almost another fic entirely

Anyway they bone in this chapter

Read Chapter 3 on AO3 Here

[lynnbecks-gaming-sideblog]

Lynn Beck's February 2025 Skin Challenge days 13-14: "Aquatic"

Fish person with a floppy head-fin!

Number of colours used from palette: 9/9

Colours added: 11 (4 shades of dark purple; 4 shades of dark orange; two shades of dark brown; off-white)

Date created: Friday 9th february

Bonus finless version.

[aduckwithears]

Sharing this in its own post. See here for context - basically a scene in Job's basement "planning" what to do with the kids... like most of their plans it is lacking in details, but makes up for that with longing glances. (i guess i write fic now??)

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I'm torn, because this conversation could have happened in the cellar, or it could have been a speed-run on the way back from seeing God talk to Job. Anyway, I ended up writing the first scenario. Feel free to fill in the blanks afterward with any, um, more physical activities you like, you degenerates (affectionate).

Aziraphale's First Magic Trick (or, how Crowley unwittingly starts the career of The Amazing Mister Fell, an act which will have Repercussions)

Aziraphale is very full. He's never been fuller. Although he has no reference point for his own stomach, he is starting to suspect that a human would never consume an entire ox. By oneself. In one sitting. 

He glances over at Crawley who seems to be completely enjoying himself, lounging with head lolling back, his wine cup half raised, and eyes half closed. There is a temptation to linger on this sight, but Aziraphale remembers (after several longish moments) that he, as an angel, cannot be tempted, and rapidly readjusts his gaze. It falls upon a clay bowl and 3 multicolored shape-shifted children.

"Crawley, the children!"

"Hmmm?"

"The children! They can't stay newts!"

Crawley hoists himself up on one elbow and looks over at the bowl. "Nahh, not newts. They're a type of lizard - meant for the desert, them. They're fine."

Aziraphale levels a stern, if slightly greasy stare in the direction of the demon. "That's not what I meant. How are you planning to return them to their parents?"

Crawley looks surprised. He had been trying to think of the exact type of lizard the form of the transformation had taken. He thought it might be a grecian but that didn't seem quite right. Greco? Still not it... He tries to focus through the wine. "Back to their parents? Doesn't seem very demonic." He shakes his head. "I got rid of them - no more kids, poof, gone - seems like it would take a miracle to get them back." He waves a hand dismissively. 

Aziraphale huffs out a breath. "Well, they can't stay that way forever. If we could get them back to Sitis and Job after the bet is over, maybe they could be taken as new children..." He trails off, realizing what he is saying.

Crawley is now sitting all the way up, wine goblet forgotten and dangling from his fingers as he slowly raises both eyebrows and aims a golden gaze at the angel. "Ohhhh, do go on," he drawls. 

Finding it suddenly very important to look anywhere but Crawley, Aziraphale feels his shoulders hunch. The taste in his mouth is too oily and his tongue seems raw. "Ahhhh," he says eloquently, casting his eyes about the cellar and encountering bare oxen ribs in his attempt to not look at the attentive demon. He turns his gaze miserably to the floor. 

Several minutes pass and the uncomfortable silence grows, until a wiggle turns into a rustle turns into a black dressed form elegantly scooting (possible if you were once a snake and your human spine is open to suggestion) a little closer to his despondent companion. 

"What about a magic trick?" 

Aziraphale flicks his eyes over to where Crawley sits nearby, long legs folded, gazing up at him. "A... trick,” he manages over his oily tongue.

"Look," says Crawley, "between you and me, Gabriel couldn't tell these kids from Cain and Abel. I doubt he can even count to three." Aziraphale chokes a little, halfway between a laugh and gasp, but he must hand it to the demon, Gabriel has never seemed to be the brightest angel in the choir. He thinks about his recent conversations in Heaven and Gabriel’s insistence that God will provide seven new children to Job. Via Sitis (oh that poor woman).

The red hair and beard shimmer in the low light as Crawley leans forward and catches Aziraphale's eyes with his own. "So we'll do a magic trick. Sitis's births have to start sometime, why not right away?"

"Because... uh... well, you see..." Aziraphale himself is completely at sea. He reflects that perhaps humans do not eat entire oxen because it seems to diminish the power of thought. Does he have a general working knowledge of human reproduction? Yes. (He'd been on the human planning committee after all). Could he explain it to the wide-eyed being sitting in front of him? No. This is probably due to the taste of oxen stifling his brain. No other reason. Certainly not. 

Crawley sighs, points to decimated ox. "Do ya get it? Ribs!" He grins. 

Aziraphale feels his mouth drift open. He looks at the ox, ribs glinting white in the flickering light. He remembers another day, a flickering morning, and a woman taking her first breaths… and more importantly, a birth process Gabriel would believe… “Eve!”

The demon’s grin, impossibly, widens. “Exactly. Even if there are a few angels hanging around it should be easy to plant a few ribs, sneak in a few lizards” (what WERE they called? Gemini? Arghh…) “…and poof! Kids!” His hands flutter in the air. A distant, anachronistic part of Aziraphale’s brain categorizes these as Jazz Hands.

“Magicians!” Aziraphale allows himself a small smile. His shoulders relax. He crinkles his eyes towards Crawley, misses the small intake of breath from his demonic cellar-mate. “That could work!” He hesitates. “As long as no one asks directly which children these are, we should be fine!”

Crawley scoots back and resumes his comfortable position from earlier, refills the forgotten goblet, raises another toast. “Angel, the archangel Gabriel wouldn't notice if his wings were on backward. You bring the ribs and gecko-kids (that was it!! Geckos! Course it was!), I’ll do the talking. We’ll be fine." He takes a deep drink of wine.

Aziraphale's smile grows and he thinks that maybe a few of those ox bones need a little more work to be truly clean. He wiggles a little at the anticipation of the rich taste. He casts a quick glance at his companion, who seems, true to his word, not particularly lonely. His magician’s assistant. They will be fine. 

[sunjinjo]

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The second part in this series by Lumier, and this one had me by the throat from the very first sketch! (use the little arrows to see Lumier's art process by the way!)

We’re getting to the 'processing his trauma’ part of his sword-and-fan dance.

Kintsugi suddenly, finally flipped his white fan to the as of yet unseen side. Red. A vivid blotch of contrast against his white clothing as he held it to his chest with cramped fingers, staring into the audience, eyes unseeing, body gone still – an eerie pause after his frenzy of movement. At the center of the stage, the puppet trembled in a way that did not seem scripted. He bowed his head, his hair falling into his eyes, looking as if his legs might give way and he might crumple to the floor at any moment. There couldn’t be a greater difference with the measured dignity he’d displayed up to that point.

(in Japanese kenshibu dance, the fan can symbolize any number of things. the sword, a more limited number of things. the fan is most suited to a certain heart, here…)

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[my-soliloquy-chamber]

O my mountain hyacinth What shepherds trod upon you With clumsy, rustic foot? Now you are a broken seal:   A scarlet stain upon the earth

The story follows Kassandra and Brasidas through the events of the game and beyond.