#tiny grass

[sentryofwords]

Tiny grass progress

it always faces you, lol. but i put loads in and it doesn't look like its impacting speed at all!

[drunkken-butterfly]

Día y noche dando vueltas

[moopsoup]

caleb who doesn’t want you to leave skyhaven yet. he can’t let you leave. his arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe, lips pulled into a slight pout trying to play into your emotions. but you know him like the back of your hand. he’s scrambling for excuses—“but the sun is already setting,” “it’s dangerous outside right now,” “you could just stay one more night, pipsqueak.” desperate to keep you here just a little longer.

caleb who decides if words won’t convince you, then he will. he’ll make you too exhausted to leave. wear you out so thoroughly that the idea of getting up tomorrow feels impossible. so now he’s fucking you like he’s got a point to prove, like if he can just make your legs shake enough, make you cum enough times, you won’t have a choice. how could you even walk after this?

caleb who pushes a firm hand down between your shoulder blades, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he pounds into you. his thrusts so deep, so precise. it’s like you can feel him in your lungs, your stomach, your fucking brain—every part of you is reduced to nothing but the way he’s stretching you open, staking his claim inside you with every heavy snap of his hips.

caleb who’s arm snakes up your torso from behind, rough palm squeezing your tit and rolling your nipple between his fingers before sliding higher, his fingers wrapping around your throat. but he doesn’t squeeze, never enough to hurt. just a gentle reminder of how much control he has. just as much as you have over him.

caleb who feels so much deeper like this. pressing against that spot inside you that has your jaw going slack, your eyes rolling back, to the point you can’t even get a single coherent thought out. and he knows it. he knows. “caleb—” your voice is nothing but a gasp cut off by the way his thrusts hit something devastating inside you. his lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping to a low murmur “you’ll stay the night, yeah?” he knows you can’t even think, can barely form words and he takes advantage of that, watching the way you mindlessly nod. you can feel the way the corner of his lip twitches upward in victory against your ear. bastard.

caleb who fucks you in the morning too just to make sure you’re really not leaving. yeah he’s looking to damn near paralyze you

[isjasz]

[Day 321] 💜

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Ok Listen somehow my pieces get harder to explain every time. um. uh. my friend suggested lineless kissing art then we went insane, then they suggested watcher grian and secret life scar so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh👍i had fun HASJKDAEHWEJ

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[timethehobo]

Tiny daydreamer.

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

and once again I have drawn a tiny four

[pronouns-d-ace]

Smiling like a maniac to my phone because everyday I see more and more ViriPureshadow/ViriShadowvanilla art

[smallcherri]

Mmmmm looms

Brought to you by: The grass

[invisiblue]

What if the goats are the numbers?

[louise-auxcimes]

Tobie Lolness ♥ La prairie was one of my favorite parts of the series to work on ! There was almost no pre-production and we had to devellop everything from scratch ! I did some lineart for these too, and we spent twice as much time on the episode as usueal - it was thrilling ! We put all our love and efforts in it ~

[thethirdbear]

[rookinthecrownest]

just smell the grass, the dirt, just like I dreamed they’d be ~

more from the Rookanis Tangled AU (is it really an AU or just an excuse for me to draw them more/in a different setting)

Tiny!Spite belongs to @/psin314

[gschamig]

Okay hear me out... a set of pics, but portrayed are just my knees and the imprint/remains of whatever it is I kneeled on in front of him.

[lollytea]

Just learned that we have to keep going no matter what. A bit stupid if you ask me. I'll fucking do it but christ alive!!!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy would love picking berries with you in the summer. they don't really have same thing in Snezhnaya- yes, there are fruit that still thrive in the endless winter, but they're difficult to find and even worse to actually obtain. he's more used to ice fishing at all times of the year, so you're met with a curious chitter and head tilt when you ask Legacy if he wants to go pick some fruit with you. of course he still goes, the sun just beginning to set beneath the sea and the breeze warm and comforting. Legacy's wings begin to flutter when he sees the bushes and trees full of fruit, ripe sunsettias and apples and berries all around, happy chirps slipping from his fanged maw.

it's blessedly cool as the sun goes down, a relief from the warm temperatures of summer. fireflies begin to flicker on and off around the grass and trees, your baskets quickly filling with both you and Foul Legacy's hands at work- although you'll admit that more fruit is ending up in your mouth than in the baskets, and from the little trills and munches you're hearing, the same is true for Legacy. even after the berries are all neatly packed away you stay outside, sitting beside your Abyssal moth monster as he rolls around in the grass, a few lightning bugs perching in his lilac fluff. he lightly tugs you down to join him, a purr immediately starting in his chest as he looks up at you and gives you a slow, adoring blink.

you smile softly, pressing a berry against his maw, and his long tongue flicks as he playfully clacks his teeth together, giving your hand a few cheeky licks under the light of the rising moon.