#...i'll add them later

[nattikay]

Naming Kiri - part 1 (part 2 coming eventually)

[kokii-omii]

do you have any voice claims for your ocs?

I do actually, idk if ive posted it here but here they are

[rorydrawsandwrites]

So we've all been having fun giving him bug wings right

(I gotta mention that this post in particular inspired me here... they're so little. His ass is not flying anywhere unless he's thrown)

And I do see the logic here. He has the li'l antennae after all (and him being a lightning bug would be especially fitting). But I'd like to point out that as a Fleischer-esque mix-and-match creature, he does also have a pig nose... therefore I suggest:

Pig. Hoofs.

I rest my case.

Also a little bonus... the touch-starved Luxposting has gotten to me. Pet the creature

[blookywooky]

Hey remember that one SpongeBob meme?

Voices were done by my brother :D

images under the cut

STEM gone... :(

[deedee-sims]

@lucilla-sims 4t2 Sentate Coco Dress made top-only (requested by @abbsterlicious)

And let's start the new year with a cute dress! For adults and teens, they have the appropriate morphs. They come in the original 10 colors (swatch is stolen), and you can choose if you want the TF files repo'd to the AF files, or not :)

Download Sentate Coco Dress Top-Only AF - Alternate

Download Sentate Coco Dress Top-Only TF Repo'd - Alternate

Download Sentate Coco Dress Top-Only TF Standalone - Alternate

[luanna801]

One of the things I find very endearing about Wei Wuxian as a protagonist is he's so earnestly appreciative wherever and whenever he sees skill or excellence on display. Even when it's from someone he doesn't particularly get along with, or in a situation where you'd expect him to have other priorities.

He's in middle of rankling Lan Wangji, but he can't help blurting out "Wow!! Great calligraphy!" because he's just so sincerely impressed. He's on a Top Secret Spying Mission but he's like "Wow!! Look at those amazing paintings on the wall! Gotta take a closer look!" He's watching Jin Guangyao's whole Villain Origin Story Flashback Sequence and forming an increasingly negative opinion of him, and he's still like "Wow!! You have to admire his self-control!"

There's this sense of almost wide-eyed innocence about it, like he goes through the world with such a love of beauty and skill wherever he sees it. And yes in the case of LWJ's calligraphy he's gushing over his not-so-secret crush, but it's a consistent trait of his pretty much across the board. He'll give credit wherever it's due, dangit! He gets so excited to see People Being Good at Stuff!

[nukudraws]

Flowers representing lcf characters

(Keep in mind flowers can have different meanings depending on the culture, colors or number of them. This is just for fun. I'll add more characters in reblogs)

1. Alberu Crossman - Yellow Daffodils

- the birth flower of March (estimated time of Alberu's birthday)

- daffodils can symbolize self-reflection, self-awareness, rebirth, growth, renewal, respect

- a single daffodil can represent loneliness, misfortune. Quite fitting if we look at the way Alberu grew up at the palace.

2. Chester - Sunflowers

- why him and not Alberu?

- sunflowers can symbolize loyalty, admiration, adoration, trust, positivity, warmth

- while Alberu wanted to become the Sun itself, Chester had followed him like a sunflower follows the Sun. To him, Alberu was already the sun of the kingdom long before he got the support necessary for it.

3. Tasha - Desert Lilies

- desert lilies can symbolize resilience, adaptability, beauty, purity, grief, strength, perseverance, new beginnings

- as the name suggests, it's a flower found in deserts. Tasha dealt with grief and adapted to her environment.

4. KRS Cale- Red Poppies

- poppies can symbolize remembrance (especially for people who lost their life in war), death, sacrifice, spilled blood, hope for a peaceful future

- poppies' blooms are extremely fragile to the touch, much like Cale's glass plate's easy to break.

5. Choi han - Forget me nots

- forget-me-nots can symbolize remembrance and everlasting devotion

- I think it's especially fitting because during his time at the Forest of Darkness he desperately wanted to remember, remember his full name, his origins, his identity. 'Forget me not.'

[revalition]

spring storm

inspired by this frame from shunran (春嵐) by john/TOOBOE

[balkanradfem]

So I was swimming the other day, and I noticed a male in a yellow shirt on the riverbank. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, hoping he wouldn't notice me, the treacherous freak. But, he didn't even look towards the river; he hanged around a tree, and collected something from it. Then he went away. I blinked, and then looked twice at the tree and realized – it was the tree I planted. It was the peach tree I planted there 4 years ago. He was collecting peaches!

Somehow in all of my stress with medical issues and laptop and everything else I have going on, I had forgotten to check my peach tree to see if the peaches are ripe. But there it was, a proof that the peaches were not only ripe, but good, because someone came to the riverbank only to collect peaches, and only from that one tree. My peaches had to be good. I had planted a peach tree and now the local community has free peaches!

Incredibly happy, I went to check on the tree after I was done swimming; it's not a grafted peach, it grew from a wild seed, so peaches are small. Some ugnrafted peaches would grow bitter fruit, and I didn't know the flavour of this one. I found the tree covered in fruit, with a bunch of peaches on the ground; I opted to collect the ones on the ground, because they looked healthy and ripe. And then I tried one. It was perfect. Incredibly sweet and not a hint of bitterness.

I am so proud of my little peach tree, back when I planted her, she was my height, she was growing in my spot in the community garden, and I had to dig it out because we're not allowed to grow trees in the community garden. So I planted it in a public space, tied it to a big stick to protect it from the city maintenance crew which commonly cut down small trees, and made sure to water it for the first few months. Year after year I would pull out all of the flowers from the tree, because the branches were so weak, they would have broken if peaches grew on them! I've seen fruit trees break and fall because of this issue. This year was the first one I decided the tree was strong enough to hold fruit, and I let it all grow. None of the branches broke, and now we all can have peaches. People living in the area don't have to go to the store to get them! They can just walk on the riverbank and peaches are right there.

The riverbank has sour cherries, plums, walnuts, willows, lindens, and now peaches! What a wonderful way to live, planting fruit trees in public so people would have all kinds of fruit in the summer for free. I managed to help out! I was harvesting all the other stuff growing there and hoped I could contribute to the tradition. Yay peaches!

[valencrime]

I love my bugs!!! :D

[sparklingsora]

so thanks to this polyvees server i joined recently i found out that apparently theres a polyvees week happening over on twitter. this is for day 1: duo. and it's veeswap au because i'm me

[prinix]

Sketchbook dump time!!

[galactaknightyaoi]

☀️ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! 🌙

This is my gift to myself :) I drew my favorite guys ever.

For a while I've been itching to draw the wedding outfits from this post again. I made them up on the fly as I was drawing, but I actually really like how they ended up turning out. They're super cute!! (though, yet again, you can't see almost any part of Dedede's outfit... 💔)

But then I couldn't get it out of my head to make a companion piece for it, with their mirror versions. And so. I did. What they have going on is a little bit messy, though...

Marriage or divorce!! Take your pick.

[nanotomik]

mahika and abel

Abel, a retired mafia enforcer, now dedicates his life to raising his only girl. He now runs a small noodle shop. He's a natural cook and is eager to try out every domestic activity like knitting, gardening, and even scrapbooking! Despite his natural talent in the kitchen, he's terrible at fishing (he won't give up tho!). Mahika is a highschooler and part-time Anomaly Reclamation Agent (she definitely did not make this up!). Her job involves wrangling all sorts of interdimensional anomalies, from handling alien pest control to apprehending small-time cosmic crooks.

[the-obey-rot]

Cuddles. Sad cuddle times.

Dia would find Mc softly crying outside the castlw, sit outside with them and let them sob.

Barbatos would know Mc was crying miles away and appear, tail curling around them and holding them close.

Lucifer would offer Mc something to drink before hugging them and holding them close as long as needed while still doing his work.

Mammon would find Mc curled up in his bed, awkwardly joining in and asking what's going on, he gets no answer so it's soft pets and a night of spooning.

Leviathan would be akward seeing the crying Mc as he opens his door, but he'd let them in, Co rinuing his game as Mc curled up in his bathtub bed, later he'd join, cold and comforting.

Satan would find Mc sobbing in their room, putting the book he planned to read with them away and sitting next to them, not refusing as they crawled into his lap to continue sobbing.

Asmodeus would find Mc munching ice cream late in the evening, surprised it's not beel and about to say tears make you wrinkly, but notices Mcs mood and takes them to his room under the sheets for the rose petal smell and have soft cuddles and face masks.

Beelzebub wouldn't know what to do when he finds Mc sobbing in their room so he brings food and pulls them into a tight lung emptying hug for a while.

Belphie finds Mc in the attic, he's silent, just lays next to them, hugs them and goes to sleep without commenting further.

Solomon finds Mc having fled to cocytus hall, sits next to them "bad day huh?" and pulls them close.

Thirteen finds Mc sad on the roof while trying to find them, surprised you can even get on there, but admitting it's a good crying spot, she hugs Mc from behind, head on their shoulder and remains there until it's alright.

Simeon finds Mc on his balcony crying, it's confusing but he pulls them in and cuddles them in his bed, fixing their hair and wiping away their tears.

Raphael isn't great with humans, especially not ones crying outside his room, but he pets them and sits next to them, freezing up a bit but hugging back when they cling to him.

Mephistopheles is used to buying tears away or being the one to cause them, finding Mc crying in a broomcloset at RAD was weird, but he sighs and joins them, putting them in his jacket and holding them, ensuring the closet is locked.

[naffeclipse]

Cold Scales

Naga!Moon x Reader. Sickness.

The first sign of your fever hits you with a pulse of heat. You brushed it aside, believing the sun had been beating on you too long, and the jungle warmth was simmering your blood. Sun leads you to the cave come nightfall. The buzz of mosquitoes fills the air with a menacing hum.

Sun has always been warm to you, even when he told you that you are warmer. His melting yellow and golden jewel tone scales, his cornflower blue eyes, wide and endearing, fit alongside the heavy humidity in the afternoons. The small scarlet markings on his throat and hips are metal-red hot, too. He always kept you warm.

Moon is cool. You’re not sure if that’s due to the cold tones of his scales, gray-blue on his belly and along his arms, and deeper into midnight blue along his back and on top of his hood. He hides in the darkness after sunset. His red eyes, even darker still, only flash once it’s too late for his prey. You’ve seen how fast he strikes—before, when you were acting foolish and trying to escape their aid, and after, when you watched him and Sun hunt a meal.

You slip out of Sun’s embrace. His arms fall away, lethargic from the day you both put your energy into scavenging for berries and nuts and small mammals. A soft hiss leaves his lips. You wait a moment to ensure he doesn’t stir, though his coils unconsciously tense, searching for the little human he was holding.

Sun had mentioned you felt warmer than usual, but you convinced him you were only tired and worn out from the hot day. Still, he frowned when you laid down beside him on the cool cave floor.

The fever pulses deep within you. You feel it burn across your forehead with a ripple of sweat. Staggering out of the cave, what strength you have is quickly sapped by whatever attacks your body. You need less heat. You need to be cold and imagine gulping down icy water to soothe the dryness infecting your throat.

A small trail that’s been trampled by your feet and the width of snake tails leads you through the trees. Even in the dark, under the delirium of a fever, you find the edge of the glinting water reflecting the canopy of thick verdant leaves overhead.

You kneel, almost collapsing forward before you manage to catch yourself with both hands splashing into the pebble-bottom stream. The heavy breaths in your chest heave in and out. You sigh and tell yourself you’re being a baby—one little fever, and you’re struggling to concentrate on the water before you.

In the reflection of the stream, you catch two red eyes glowing above you, leaning out of a tree to survey your feeble attempts to quench your burning thirst. A hood of midnight and diamond yellow stars surround the visage. 

“It’s nothing, Moon,” you whisper to the water. Slowly, you cup your hand and carefully bring it to your lips. The crisp coldness douses your heated lips, filling your mouth with a jolt due to the sharp contrast of cold and fire within you. When you swallow, you shiver.

The softest rustle echoes. A few branches quiver, then, you feel his presence behind you, cool as a tree’s shadow. 

A large, blue-gray hand snakes around your forehead. Knuckles press against your temple, and you sigh in relief at his blissful, fresh touch. 

“Fever,” Moon rasps, carrying the end of the word with a soft hiss of disdain, as if saying it with a curse will make it no longer reality.

“I just need a drink.” You cup your hand in the lazy flow of water again. “I’m fine.”

“Too warm,” he says when you greedily gulp another mouthful. 

Water spills cut down the corners of your mouth. He presses closer to you. His thumb smoothly wipes away the drips falling off of your chin, then he shifts. Your mauve shirt with the sleeves cut off allows his frosty arms to offer a barrier against the next wave of heat crashing against you. He’s never felt so cold before—or have you never felt this feverish before?

“It’ll go away.” 

You try to get to your feet but Moon’s hand on your waistline stops you from rising.

“Come here,” he rasps. “Let me see you, orchid.”

You would have given him a look at the pet name, but you don’t have the strength to muster the effort. He eases you back against his chest. His palms slide and cup your shoulders, his sharp fingertips slipping slightly under the frayed edges of your shirt and resting on the end of your collarbone. Is that a shiver from the elicit touch or sickly chills beginning to take hold?

“You’re flushed,” he hisses softly. A slight slip of his tongue, forked at the end, peeks out of his mouth as he leans closer. You moan unwittingly at his cool, flat cheek pressed against your clammy face.

“It was hot today.”

“You’re sick,” he decides.

This time, you groan out of refusal rather than relief. 

“I’m not sick.” You slowly shift, managing to get to your knees to face him. The fever forces your shoulders down. You bow under the exhaustion taking hold. 

Moon hisses in an amusement yet concerned note. His long tail drapes behind him, cutting across the ground like the connections of a constellation. It’s black in this lowlight, but in the day, when he sleepily shows himself, you’ve caught the iridescent indigo and jeweled blue tones of his beautiful scales. 

“If you keep denying it, I will take drastic actions. Do you want that, orchid?” his tone lowers to a menacing threat, all dark cords and hisses, but you’ve learned to tune your senses to his hands and expression. He looks only at you, a slight frown playing along his wide mouth. His eyes are narrowed, displeased with your condition.

“No,” you shake your head, “You and Sun are so dramatic.”

“Says the stubborn flower,” he touches your cheek. You nearly collapse into his palm. The rasp of his laugh stings your pride as much as it soothes your aching chest. 

“I’m not a flower,” you mutter as you feel his arms lower slightly, coaxing your hands over his shoulders. He rises higher on his tail, lifting your feet off the ground without effort, and you slump over his shoulder, little more than a child being carried to bed. Moon hums a low, hypnotic sound (that you’re sure is part of his allure, his power).

“Of course not,” he gives with amused demean.

You work up a growl at your throat that sounds weak even to your own ears. Moon shushes you with a soft stroke of his claws against your spine. The shudder that follows through your body is both cold and hot, and you hate that he silences you so simply, and that you like how he strikes back against your harshness.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs as if calming a tiger. You want to snarl at him again but the brief spark is quickly smothered under an internal infernal cooking your core.

No one agitates you and reassures you as much as Moon.

He glides across the ground to his tree—it’s wide and high, thick with strong boughs and leafy but not too leafy. A perfect tree for a naga. Moon tends to lounge up there when he wants to escape the shadows of the cave you usually make your bed in. You wonder how he intends to hold you through the night up in its verdant limbs, but Moon hooks a hand behind your head and lowers you softly to the cool, moist ground at the base of the trunk.

“Moon?” For a piercing moment, you’re afraid. You refuse to let go of his arm as he draws away. Where is he going?

“Hold still,” he gently hisses.

You let go. You wait for him.

Slowly, his coils gather, curving in loops close to you. He draws himself around you, his long body following. The darkness shimmers. He takes you into his arms once more and guides you to his chest where he fully embraces you. The end of his tail drapes across your waist, sealing you within a deliciously cool embrace of the naga’s scales.

“Shush,” he says when you groan, soaking in his invigorating presence. “Sleep, orchid.”

You almost tell him that you can’t, or that you won’t, but the comfortable weight of his body surrounding you, the chill of his arms against your burning skin, and the soft tuck of his chin upon your sweaty head chases away the last of your resistance. You might have pressed back—saying you don’t need his help, but it’s hard to resist the frost-gentle relief of his presence. It’s hard to be stubborn when he feels so good.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs against your hair. “You’ll feel better soon.”

The sweet caresses of his cool touch across your forehead eases your ache. Against your will, your eyelids flutter. He hums low, a lullaby you can’t name, and it soothes you gently into a dreamless sleep, comforted by a cool cradle of scales and songs.