#server challenge

[folieadeuxserver]

We're here, we're queer and we're ready to make our blorbos smooch!

Folie à Deux is back with a Pride Month creation event—we're asking you to create something inspired by a pride flag and post it during June.

Visual artists: create something using the color palette of a pride flag of your choice

Writers: choose a pride flag and create something inspired by one or more of the concepts that flag's colors represent (For example, the Gilbert Baker pride flag included pink to represent sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for art, indigo for harmony, and violet for spirit.)

This is a fun, low-pressure event open to everyone! Just follow the guidelines below:

Post your work during June and @ us or use #FADserver

Post to our Ao3 collection (if applicable)

All content and creation mediums accepted

No minimum/maximum requirements

Both Hannibal & HEU content welcome

Follow the above creator prompts

Late entries accepted!

As always, we also invite you to check out our 18+ Hannibal & HEU Creators' Discord Server!

[stingray-art]

Black Whale, 12.5x12"

I tried quilting for the first time! It was super fun and I learned a lot. It's nowhere near perfect but I'm really proud of it!

Originally submitted for a mini event in @greedislandchallenge <3

[superiorcake]

The Chimera Ant Arc. More or less. Greed Island server prompt for Poor Man's Rose challenge. Theme: obsession. This meme has been kicking around for a while and I'm late. Inspired by @remotepunch

[surreal-duck]

and then they both transitioned and lived happily ever after forever <- unwell

[newrochellechallenger2019]

line cook!art who makes you hold his cigarette while he's fucking you because it's 'easier'... hmmm........ hm....................

ava i could kiss you right now...thank you...

a ticket.

"your place or mine?" scrawled on the back of table 49's order in his familiar handwriting. you'd been wondering when this 'invitation' would appear, ever since you'd caught art's eye as he leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen, his arm muscles flexed. you'd heard the rumours, the warnings from other servers when you'd started, "don't ever sleep with the line cooks!" "are you crazy? it'll fuck up the whole job!" but art was different from the other line cooks, he wasn't some constantly hungover teenager or the 50yr old man who you were 99% sure sold drugs on the side. so, you started rolling up your skirts just a little higher, leaning over the counter just enough that your boobs pushed up in the right way and it worked. art noticed, and he reciprocated, leaving you leftover fries or hashbrowns on the side of the kitchen, for which you were incredibly grateful.

"yours" you scribble back hastily with a smile on your face, walking back to the kitchen, making some excuse about forgotten items on the ticket to the other servers eyeing you suspiciously as you pass by, handing the order back to art, who just offers a small, innocuous nod in response.

art's waiting for you when you clock out, leaning against a car that must be older than either of you, arms folded across his chest in a way that makes the muscles bulge yet again and you fight the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl at the sight. your eyes drift back to the car to distract yourself, noting the dented wing mirror and scratched doors.

'grandma's.' he offers as a curt response to his old car before you even open your mouth to ask.

you nod awkwardly, 'how is she?' you say out of bumbling politeness.

'she died.' he shrugs, though you note the flicker of grief in his eyes when he says it.

'i'm sorry.' you mumble sympathetically, holding his gentle gaze.

art looks away from you at that, running his hand through his unkempt hair and opening the passenger door. you take the hint and scurry over, slipping into the seat and he winks at you as he shuts the door, back to the art you knew.

he walked round and got in the driver's seat, the car spluttered to life and he put his arm round your headrest to see if he could pull out safely and you blush, unbeknownst to you he spots the pink dusting your cheeks and smirks.

the journey to his place is fairly silent and outside your window the bustling city centre is slowly fading into downtown, the streets getting quieter and more deprived. art's humming beside you, tapping his calloused fingers against the steering wheel in tune to some rock band cd you don't know.

pulling into a backstreet, an apartment building slowly comes into view as art parks deftly, car creaking slightly as he does. he gets out the car and comes round to open your door, and you step out, his arm going round your waist protectively as he ushers you into the building.

'elevator broke weeks ago' he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment as you glance at the taped up silver doors and back at the steep staircase. art seemed to realise your fear and nudged you playfully, 'don't worry baby, i'm only on the first floor.'

baby. that pet name sent shivers down you spine and you struggled to keep your composure as you nodded in acknowledgement before the two of you climbed the stairs, his arm encircling your waist even tighter.

'welcome...' art grins as he turns his jangling keys in the lock, '...to Casa Donaldson' he jokes, stepping inside the apartment with his arms outstretched.

it was crappy, no other way to describe it. a dimly lit studio apartment with a few standard kitchen counters on your left, a minuscule bathroom to your right and just beyond the kitchen island is his bed, the bed. you're surprised it even has a bedframe based on how bare the rest of the place is.

art steps back towards you, cutting the impromptu judgemental tour in your head short. he's taller but not by much, just enough for him to tilt your chin to face him, a flirtatious smirk on his face as he looks you up and down. 'now...where were we?' he leans down, blue-green eyes closing as he press his lips to your supple ones.

you gasp into the kiss, melting into the feeling as he pulls you closer, your bodies moulding into one. at some point the kisses grow hungry, tongues colliding between parted mouths, and your back hits the door as art cages you in. 'you're so hot baby' he murmurs between hot kisses, fingers unbuttoning your white work blouse. 'c'mon doll show me those pretty tits of yours' he growls against your neck, his hands snaking down to your bra and pushing your chest up and you whine. 'you like showing these off huh? tryna get my attention that badly?' he taunts as he unclips your bra, 'mmph...yes...' you pant, your hands roaming all over his body desperately.

'well...you've got it' he grunts, his hands slipping under your thighs and lifting you so you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the bulge in his trousers start to grow. he drops you unceremoniously on the bed, lifting your hips to slide your work skirt off and reveal your lacy panties. 'wearing these for me too?' he teases with a devilish smirk, finger slowly running up the fabric and you squirm, 'art-'. wordlessly, he slides the panties off your legs and tosses them onto the wooden floors of his apartment, his own trousers and boxers following suit. he leans back down and captures your lips in a ravenous sloppy kiss, before pulling away. 'c'mere doll' he says, crooking a finger and you sit up, surprised. 'here.' he repeats, patting his lap, his cock standing to attention.

you shuffle over towards his lap under his watchful eye, and he grips your hips, lifting you onto his cock. you feel the tip start to penetrate you and you squeak, 'that's it...' he purrs encouragingly as you sick down on his cock. it's big and you can feel it stretching your walls and you moan, 'ngh- oh-' until you bottom out and art groans, throwing his head back, 'fuck...yep...good girl...' he says through gritted teeth. your brain short circuits at 'good girl' but you remember something about coconut so you slowly start to move on his lap and art's breath comes in short pants, hands gripping your hips so hard you know they'll be marks left there tomorrow.

however, it doesn't take long before art starts to get bored, your movements not creating any stimulation for him. he reaches down and grabs a cigarette from the jacket crumpled on the floor beside the bed and you still, 'did i-?' 'one sec baby' he interrupts you, thumb flicking at a lighter as the cigarette catches flame, he takes a long drag and breathes out a plume of smoke whilst you stare at him in shock. 'could you hold this for me doll?' he smirks, slipping the cigarette between your teeth and you cough in surprise, smoke spluttering from your mouth. 'thank you' he pats your cheek mockingly before his hands return to your hips, 'now...baby...may i help? he croons and you nod dumbly.

art starts to lift his hips up into you and you gasp, his tip hitting your gspot roughly, 'mm-ngh-' comes art's moans as you flop around like a ragdoll in his lap as he repeatedly rams into that spot that makes you see stars from below. 'oh! oh!' you shriek, as art leans in and takes the cigarette from your mouth with his own, inhaling smoke with pleasure. you clench around him and he moans, 'oh baby-hughh- that's- yeah-' as he feels himself nearing release. his lifting hips become more erratic as he continues to pump into you, 'i'm- uh- fuck- i'm gonna-' is all he can manage before he's shooting his load into your tight pussy and you gasp, eyes wide as you feel his seed fill you and that action is enough to cause you to clench around him, 'art please- please-' you burble as you cum on his cock, draining ever last drop from him as your juices swirl with his own. you rest your head on his shoulder as you come down from the high, both of you panting in unision. 'please tell me you're on birth control' he pants and you nod meekly, 'oh thank god' he murmurs, slowly helping you off his cock and into the bathroom, seeing your own slick coating your thighs and smirking with pride.

you're awoken the next morning by an empty space beside you and the sound of cooking. you open one bleary eye and see art stood at the kitchen island. he winks at you 'and here i thought i'd killed you with my mega cock' he laughs and you groan, turning your face away and hiding in the sheets in shame. there's a creak as he sits down on the bed beside you and holds out a plate, 'grilled cheese?'.

tags: @blastzachilles @s0ftcobra @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin

[idliketobeatree]

G H O S T a dead boy detectives au comic inspired by a poem by cynthia huntington, a #deadgaysantas present for @mellxncollie <3

edit: this comic now has a beautiful, gorgeous first hug fic from @wordsinhaled, who's my dearest friend and eternal inspiration! 💚

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[marosii]

[aaeeart]

a favorite scene + color palette challenge

= much fun much challenge <3

[lowpolysonic]

just draw the spell

[crystkart]

Hello Tumblr, look I draw things sometimes Traced from zipzapkat's cat picture in RW discord server

[folieadeuxserver]

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in our Halloween Monster Match! We had an absolute blast with this challenge, and we hope you did too.

Massive congratulations to all our participants! Together, we created a total of 126 fanworks filling 179 prompts, and we're so proud of everyone who took part.

And now, onto our winners! We'll be announcing first, second, and third place in three categories:

Most Prompts Drained: the teams who filled the most match prompts

Most Monsters Caught: the teams who created the most fanworks

Leaders of the Pack: the individuals who filled the most match prompts and created the most fanworks

Most Prompts Drained

Team Crimson: 86 prompts (average 14.33 per team member) - Solomon, @chsuart, @luvbef @bodysnatcherrrr @stab-of-hunger @battlesuit

Team Chestnut: 32 prompts (average 8 per team member) - @mariszero @countgrahamlecter @indigocarnation @zipegs

Team Burgundy: 29 prompts (average 4.24 per team member) - Artemiaz, Xi, Haze, @monoisbored @sadfishpile @shachaai @cedarbranch

Most Monsters Caught

Team Crimson: 54 fanworks (average 9 per team member) - Solomon, @chsuart, @luvbef @bodysnatcherrrr @stab-of-hunger @battlesuit

Team Chestnut: 19 fanworks (average 4.75 per team member) - @mariszero @countgrahamlecter @indigocarnation @zipegs

Team Ochre: 18 fanworks (average 3.6 per team member) - @thethirdstageofdeath @moonheart1313 @insideapollo @mech4nicalbr1de @z0mbyw00f

Leaders of the Pack

@bodysnatcherrrr (20 fanworks) & @chsuart (36 prompts)

@chsuart (19 fanworks) & @bodysnatcherrrr (27 prompts)

@countgrahamlecter (15 fanworks) & @countgrahamlecter (25 prompts)

Thank you again to everyone who took part in this event! We're thrilled with the turnout and can't wait for our next challenge.

If you haven't yet, be sure to check out our members' amazing creations! Browse our challenge fill tumblr tag, Ao3 collection, and X tag!

[stingray-art]

doomed/tragic love (my favourite)

@greedislandchallenge

[superiorcake]

Meruem and Komugi die together. Repeatedly. (Also just wanted an excuse to doodle casualwear.)

Greed Island server prompt for Poor Man's Rose challenge. Theme: Draw a character death.

[gwynthecrow]

Sailor Moon Leorio for the Greed server

[teh-inggris]

My name is Brutus