#Self RB

[sinnam00n]

LIMBER

Old sketches I never posted on here. Eerie has the flexibility of a cat~ While a retired stripper, they still poledance recreationally to maintain their condition, core strength, confidence and body coordination.

OC is a transfem NB and goes by they/she

[crabussy]

we have the city with the highest density of volcanoes on the planet [: 53 volcanoes!! I live a short walk away from 2 different volcanoes. kind of awesome

this is also the most densely populated city in either main island. go figure

some people seem to think aotearoa new zealand is just fields and hills and grass. maybe some mountains. maybe a fjord or two. which is so fascinating to me because we have so many different biomes and landscapes it's bonkers.

[bowiestarzzz]

I’m hosting a queer warriors map!! All parts open!!

Participants will get to choose whichever queer relationship they like and animate those characters for their part(s) ^^

Characters in the thumbnail are frostdawn and whistlebreeze

[kiwi245]

OFAF and cloudwings ref

[anbaisai]

decided i might as well colour the entire thing after discovering that fancy marker

exhibit A of said shoujo bubbles mentioned by floyd in this post

[chryza]

reposting this because I can't find my original upload and my friend just did M8-8 so it's relevant again.

[razzafrazzle]

had a very distinct image of early 2000s strongstar yuri art appear in my brain the other day and had to make it real. non-sparklified version below the cut (so you can get a better look at the shading that i worked super hard on <3)

[image description: a drawing of homestar and strong bad from homestar runner in poofy lolita dresses, with homestar's dress being light blue with red ribbons and him having long grey pigtail hair, and with strong bad's dress being short and black. homestar is sitting on the ground and smiling at strong bad, who is standing behind him while pouting, looking over his shoulder at homestar, and holding a shark-tooth bubs plush. the borders of the drawing are covered in glittery gifs of flowers and hearts. end id]

waow

[image description: the same drawing as above, but higher quality and without the flowers and hearts. end id]

[nugget-creates-things]

I love you like all-fire 🪿

[asiatic-apple]

Star I hope you don't mind me reblogging your comment, but I always say I wanna frame your comments and I just realized I can 'frame' them like this 😅 When I first posted this fic, I wasn't so sure how well I did. But now reading your comments has reassured me that yeah maybe I did cook with this one

All dolled up

aka, dressing you up just to fuck you down

Sylus x female reader

Words: 2.7k

The front door to your apartment clicks open with a soft squeak, followed by the heavy footfall of the man you’ve been expecting. You look up from the book in your lap, already smiling when Sylus appears in the living room. He’s smirking too, a picture of quiet smugness with something crinkling behind his back.

“You’re here earlier than I expected,” you say, setting the book aside and rising to greet him. “Though I’m not complaining.”

You’d been eagerly awaiting his arrival ever since he texted you this morning about having business in Linkon. It was a no-brainer to invite him over after whatever shady deal he had planned. Quality time together felt long overdue.

The mystery behind his back suggests a different kind of business he attended to.

You can’t help but raise a curious brow, though you pause long enough to press a kiss to his cheek. The gentle peck draws a soft chuckle from him. It’s obvious you’re stifling your curiosity, so he doesn’t leave you in suspense much longer.

“You’ve never been one for patience, kitten, so I came as quick as I could,” he teases, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would have arrived sooner, but I needed to pick up something first. Actually, two somethings.”

He reveals two luxury shopping bags from behind his back with a bit of a flourish.

One is smaller, the handles tied together with a black velvet ribbon. Hot pink tissue paper peeks out from one corner, catching your eye.

The other bag, much bigger, is proudly stamped with an ornate gold seal. The familiar logo gives you a sneaking suspicion of what’s inside.

You start to protest before you’ve even set your hands on the bags. “Sylus, this is too–”

“It’s bad manners to turn down a gift,” he scolds with a mischievous grin.

When he leads you to the couch and gently places both packages in your lap, you know there’s no room for arguing. Sylus is especially stubborn when he spends money on you. There’s no amount of protesting, convincing, or pleading that will get him to change his mind.

So you just accept your fate and give in to that feeling of excitement at opening unexpected gifts. If he’s so willing to spoil you, then you might as well enjoy being doted on.

He nudges the smaller bag toward you first, so you hastily untie the ribbon and peel back the layers of tissue paper.

A delicate lingerie set lies beneath—a deep burgundy color that reveals your trembling fingers beneath sheer mesh. The underwear’s waistband is lined with a pretty scalloped lace, and a dainty satin bow sits in the middle. Its matching bra is equally detailed and ethereal, with lace framing the top of each cup, the same see-through mesh, and ribbons adorning the bottom of each strap.

You swallow hard, heat rising to your cheeks when you think of Sylus picking this out for you. You don’t even need to imagine the smirk that must have graced his face as he fantasized about you wearing the set. He’s already looking at you with expectant glee right now.

“You’re impossible,” you whisper with a shaky laugh.

“I assume that means you like it, sweetie,” he replies with that infuriating, cocky grin of his. “Now the second one.” His large fingers tap the bigger bag as a reminder.

After fumbling with the packaging, the second gift reveals a dress. The same one you’d admired from the boutique window a few days ago. Made of velvet and flirty, it has a ribbed bodice and a scandalously high slit up the skirt.

It’s the color of wine and soft to the touch. Something he won’t be able to keep his hands off of.

“Sylus,” you groan only half-heartedly, “I told you I didn’t need it.”

“I know,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “But I wanted you to have it.” Another kiss, one that lingers. “And I want to see you in it. Right now.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not even going to let me try it on myself, are you?”

“No. I want to dress you.” He stands, hand outstretched in expectation. “Won’t you let me take care of you, sweetie?”

You roll your eyes with a fond sigh. “Alright, alright. You win.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight.

Placing your hand in his, you let him guide you up and into the bedroom. The lighting is dim, only the last rays of dusk spilling through the window and painting the walls with an orange-pink hue.

He stops you beside the bed and gestures for you to stand still, like a mannequin or a doll. You indulge him, lips twitching when he bends to hook his fingers beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you wear.

“May I?” he asks gently.

You nod, and then he lifts it, letting his fingertips brush along your thighs, your hips, then your ribs as he tugs it over your head.

If he’s surprised that you’re completely bare underneath, he chooses not to comment on it. He doesn’t even mention the slight sheen of wetness he catches between the apex of your thighs as you shuffle on your feet.

You both know the terms of this game you play together.

Sylus dresses you, taking his time to touch you with the utmost respect and reverence. And you try to ignore the rising heat in the pit of your stomach.

He enjoys spoiling you, providing for you, wrapping you in luxury and reveling in your natural beauty. You enjoy being treated like the princess he always makes you feel you are.

And of course, you enjoy the way he makes love to you when he’s done pampering you.

Your heartbeat kicks up a notch when he picks up the lingerie set, holding it like something fragile before meeting your gaze and tapping on one of your legs.

You obey the silent command, carefully balancing on one leg to step into the underwear first. When it’s snug over your aching pussy, he turns his attention to sliding the bra over your arms and shoulders before clasping it behind you with slow precision.

He only touches you, finally, to pull the lace cups into place. His thumbs brush the sensitive underside of your breasts and linger a moment longer than necessary. It sends sparks of electricity through your spine.

With bated breath, you watch his eyes trace your body like a man memorizing scripture. His silent appraisal makes your stomach do somersaults, but you keep your head high and try not to melt where you stand.

Arousal burns hotter beneath the surface of your skin as he turns to the dress next. With the same precision and frustrating slowness, he helps you step into it before drawing it up your body.

This time, his hands caress every inch of skin they encounter. When the bodice reaches your hips, he pauses, fingers dancing along your waist before guiding it up over your chest.

Tugging the zipper up follows the same skin-tingling process. It’s not a coincidence his knuckles skim your heated skin the entire journey up your spine.

Even when the dress fits perfectly around your curves—Sylus always gets your size correct, no matter the brand or type of clothing—he still smooths the fabric over your stomach, then higher.

His fingers reach your breasts, thumbs gliding up to tease your nipples through layers of velvet and lace.

“Look at you,” he murmurs to himself, stepping around to admire you fully. “Out of all the gems this world has to offer, your shine is the most brilliant.”

You stand still, trembling slightly as his eyes devour the sight of you, his most precious treasure, all dolled up for him.

He reaches out, smoothing the skirt again, adjusting the sleeves, tugging the neckline just slightly lower. His hands move like an artist’s, sculpting the perfect image in his mind.

Then, slowly, they wander.

First over your waist, then your hips, brushing the sides of your thighs and slipping between the slit of the dress. He circles you, his fingers never leaving your body. You can feel the tension between you stretching tighter with every breath.

When he finally steps closer, pulling you gently to him, his hands cradle your jaw as he kisses you—soft at first, then deeper, more consuming.

The world falls away until there is only the firm press of his mouth and the heat radiating between you.

Without separating from your soft lips, he takes a sure step forward. You stumble back for only a split second before his hand steadies you by the lower back. The course he wants to take is clearer now as he guides you, straight to the bed.

You’re pliant under his touch, gasping when he sits with you on the soft mattress and then yanks you to straddle his lap with a quiet huff against your mouth.

The dress pools around your thighs, the slit making room for your legs to spread over his big lap, as if he planned for this. He’s already straining hard beneath you, his breaths growing ragged between kisses that steadily turn sloppy.

His hands slide beneath the dress, fingertips tracing the edge of your new panties, then snaking beneath until they graze your slit. You gasp, grinding into his hand instinctively, and it rips a low groan from his throat.

Sylus parts from your lips as his fingers grow more bold in their exploration, dipping into your arousal to spread it along your clit.

“You must like your gifts a lot, sweetie.” He chuckles and presses a smug, searing kiss to your neck. “You’re dripping on them.”

You whimper, hips twitching as his fingers press firmer against you. One slips inside, then two, curling just right. His thumb brushes over your clit, and his other hand pulls the neckline of your dress down.

Even when his warm mouth latches onto a nipple through the mesh of your bra, he watches every reaction of yours. He revels in the way your eyes flutter shut, the way your head tilts back while you moan his name, and the shudder in your thighs as he curls his thick digits right against your g-spot.

You cry out, burying your face in his neck before pleading, “Need you inside me…please.”

On any other day, Sylus would draw this out even further. He’d make you say it again even though your cheeks burn. He’d tease that he’s already inside you while scissoring his fingers in your tight heat to prove his point. 

But he’s been on edge ever since he saw you staring at this dress through the window of that shop. Since then, he’s been planning for this moment. So tonight, he’s feeling more impatient than usual.

He pulls his hand from your underwear before effortlessly maneuvering you to lie on your back against your soft mattress. The dress bunches around your hips, giving him further access to slide his hands along your upper thighs.

You always look gorgeous to him. But right now? You’re flushed and glistening, chest heaving from his slow build-up. The lingerie is a soaked mess. The velvet's clinging to your sweat-slick skin.

You’re the picture of everything he loves: opulence, intimacy, softness, and indulgence.

And you already know not to worry about staining or ruining the brand new clothes. He’s told you before, and he’ll remind you again if he needs to—he’ll just buy you another pair of everything if the mess is too hard to clean.

He hovers over you, mouth descending to press a hot trail of kisses everywhere he can reach. His teeth catch on the top of your bra’s lace cup, and he tugs it down until one breast spills free.

As he takes his time sucking and nibbling on one nipple, his hand makes quick work of freeing his leaking cock. Precum smears against your new panties, leaving his mark while your hips tilt to rub yourself harder against the tip.

With his patience wearing thin, he pushes your panties aside, lines himself up, and sinks into you in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch pulls a gasp from your lips, and he simultaneously groans as your heat envelops him.

“Sweetie,” he breathes against your throat, voice shaky and betraying how much you affect him. “You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. Hm, magnificent,” he murmurs between each thrust.

He’s not usually one for lots of talking during sex, but seeing you like this? You’re a vision wrapped in only the finest things he could provide you. And it makes him want to remind you just how much power you hold over the fearless leader of Onychinus.

He watches your face through every deliberate drag of his cock inside you, studies every twitch of your brow, every moan you try to stifle. You arch beneath him, fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging just enough to make him grunt from the perfect mix of stinging pleasure.

While he’s not much of a talker, he is the type of man who enjoys letting you know how good you’re making him feel through deep growls and near-animalistic sounds with every rough stroke. And your higher-pitched sounds begin to join his as he hits the perfect spot, making you clench around him even tighter.

“That’s it,” he pants as he continues chasing that spot you like. “Make a mess for me.”

He pounds into you harder, pace quickening as your bodies slap together, the room filled with the sound of slick skin and ragged breaths.

Sliding one hand beneath your bunched up panties, his fingers lock onto your clit with quick precision. He’s intent on watching you fall apart on his cock, creaming around him and leaving a wet mess along your new clothes. Anything to make him spend even more money on his sweetest treasure.

Sylus gets off on it—the thought of you making use of his resources, putting his hard work to good use and being treated like royalty. You deserve it. Just like he deserves seeing that adorable look on your face when you accept the gifts you pretend you don’t want or need.

His hand works faster, flicking your aching bundle of nerves just right until you scream his name. Your orgasm hits you fast, stealing the breath from his lungs when he feels you tremble beneath him. It’s impossible to hold out any longer. Not when you have such a blissed out look on your face, all because of him.

He bites down on your shoulder, his pace stuttering as he thrusts deep once—twice—more before spilling inside you. His grip is bruising even through the thick velvet of the dress, holding you tightly as you both slowly come down from the high.

It’s an effort not to collapse on you with how lightheaded he feels right now. That innocent smile on your face makes him weak in the knees. So he rolls the two of you over, pulling you to lie atop his strong chest. His cock slips from your cunt, likely making a mess on your dress. But it doesn’t matter to him.

You both lie there for a moment, gasping, tangled together in peaceful bliss. He brushes the hair from your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m surprised,” he murmurs, “you didn’t ask me about the price tag this time.” He chuckles, thinking you must have finally learned that it’s a lost cause.

You laugh weakly, still dazed. “Can I guess?”

He entertains it, humming when you rattle off some numbers, and laughing when you severely underestimate how much he’d spend on you.

The dress itself wasn’t too expensive. But when should he tell you that he bought the whole boutique just so he can adorn you in more pretty dresses and show you how gorgeous you are?

Maybe he’ll confess on your next shopping trip together. After all, he has plans of fucking you in the dressing room of that classy store as soon as you try on every little thing your heart desires.

a/n: if you read this and thought “why does this idea sound familiar?” It's because I teased it over 2 months ago 💀 hope it was worth the insane wait

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graphics by me (please don't repost)

[kn-1013]

FTM larry is the headcannon i'll die by

[oliverplague]

Hi! I have started drawings on dakimakura with  Shi Wudu , but unfortunately this order was canceled. I could finish them if you support me on my https://boosty.to/oliverplague or hipolink.me/oliver_plague/tips ^^

[g3n3s1s-l0v3]

the three hexcore portraits ive done so far! (jesus christ my style changes every time i pick up a pencil) and the link to the poll where you can help me chose who to draw next ;3 (here)

[gin-draws]

✨the sun✨

[ann-archyy]

Oof, I'm quite late for this but here are some of my favourites from last year! I'm quite happy with some of this, hopefully this year I can make some improvementsヽ⁠(⁠*ﾟ⁠ｰﾟ⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

[jeliwyre]

earth day birth day

[sun-marie]

bringing this one back since, in looking for it as a reference, I apparently never added it to me art portfolio (which you can totally find here *wink wink* *nudge nudge* 😉)

(Here's the bonus sketch just by itself with the caption, since I think Tumblr is hiding my reblog under an "expand" tab 😅)

Bonus Sketch!

Anwen and Fenris may not be morning people, but Declan the mabari is 🌄☀

Or: How My Dog Woke Me Up This Morning and Now I’m Salty About It 😂