#( ooh concept. )

[hinamie]

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[jesuistrestriste]

Sage hear me out...

Divorced dilf art who calls his younger gf mommy

art stays cooped up in the house all day—everyday—when you’re out at your hot new job.

he thinks about all the guys your age who probably ogle you and try to make passes at you, not knowing that you’ve got a man pushing 40 waiting at home for you with dinner and a pair of warm, strong open arms.

sigh.

when you do get home, he’s there to greet you (as always). he walks over and holds you close; kissing your cheek, and then your lips and your neck. each one soft and sweet and attempting to wipe your mind of any flirtation from younger men that you may or may not have endured throughout the afternoon.

“hi,” he whispers, and you slide your fingertips down his lower back, making him tremble like a wet kitten.

“hey, baby,” you hum in return. you’re shorter than him, and so when he leans his weight into you his forehead naturally falls into your shoulder. he smells like warmth and outdated cologne and need.

he mouths at your neck in the next moment, his hands sliding to lovingly cup your waist, “i missed you so much.. can i have you now?” he breathes out, his voice shaking and pleading. you feel something thick and warm press into your hip from inside his sweatpants.

and you chuckle and shake your head. he bites his bottom lip to stifle a petulant whimper.

“i missed you too,” you nip at his ear, “but i need you to use your manners if you want something from me.”

he stiffens for a moment before he stumbles forward a bit, taking you with him and gently pushing your back up against the door. “i’m sorry.”

the apology spills from his lips with an earnest desire to make his obedience known. he’d never want to disappoint you. you’re all he has these days.

“can i… can i please have you now?”

a breath. a shake of your head. a rock of his hips against your body followed by a sorrowful, begging moan.

“no?” he shifts against you, his body aching for yours.

“you’re forgetting something, Art.”

it only takes a moment for him to process your words before he’s mumbling a slurry of “i’m so sorry”s into your neck. but apologies only go so far, don’t they? he needs to correct his behavior. he needs to show you that he knows what you want from him.

“please…” he whispers, “please, mommy..”

the honorific rolls off his tongue like honey, heavy and sweet. it hangs in the air between you two and then you let out a low chuckle, “much better.”

“mommy,” he breathes out again, his erection involuntarily pulsing against your body through his clothes, “mommy, mommy, mommy—ngh“

his tone grows more desperate with each mumbling of the word; higher in pitch and more urgent. your hands move up to stroke his short blonde hair, and then you whisper into his ear.

“what do you want?”

god, what doesn’t he want? he wants your hand down his pants, your perfect cunt wrapped around his unworthy cock, your mouth, your lips, your tits. everything.

but he knows you. he knows that this is a trick question. you’re phrasing it like you’re going to give him something, a treat—a reward, but it’s a bit of a trap.

there’s a right and a wrong answer here. pick the wrong one, and he’s in for a night of painful orgasm denial (coupled with a ruined one to end the evening).

but luckily, art is smart. he knows what you want to hear.

“i.. i wanna eat mommy out.”

you pull back gently from him; and judging by the look that spreads over your face when he says that, he picked the right response.

you smile, and then your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders. in an instant, art finds himself being pushed down to the floor in front of you. he can’t help but scoot forward and shove his boner against your ankle, rutting himself into your soft skin as he dribbles precome in his briefs.

you lean back against the door, hiking up your skirt, before you’re looking down to him expectantly.

“don’t make me do all the work, baby,” you practically purr.

art’s hands scramble up your thighs to your panties, which he peels off of your sticky core with wide eyes, letting the thin fabric garment fall to pool at your heels. you giggle.

you kick them off to the side, feeling your boyfriend’s hands clutched around your legs. you sling a leg over his left shoulder, spreading your folds for him to see, and he wastes no time in parting his lips and engulfing your heat with his mouth.

you groan, letting your head loll back, and you move your fingers wander to the back of his hair once more to push his face further against you. you grind on his eager tongue, feeling him flick it over your clit as he whimpers and suckles. what a slut.

his baby blues look up to you with weighted lids, lapping at your cunt like it’s something he’s been starved of for years. his pupils dilate intensely as he stares up at you like you’re a god; something holy and unreal. and when you shake over his mouth’s ministrations, getting close, he lets out a long, drawn-out whine into your core.

he’s murmuring something that sends vibrations up your spine from the coil deep in your gut. it’s hard to make anything out when he’s drowning in you and loving it, but you can decipher bits and pieces.

“please, mommy”

“come in my mouth, mommy”

“give it all to me, mommy”

“i can take it, mommy”

you’re everything he’s ever dreamt about. you bend his perception of time and space and reason and logic. how could a sweet, beautiful, young thing like you ever want a washed-up, older athlete like him?

he prays that you don’t only like him for his money, and then he closes his eyes and mouths at your sensitive bud. he drools all over it like a sick dog, his brows pinching up as he moans out incoherent pleas for you to finish.

and holy fuck, you come hard.

a strangled cry jolts out of you as your back arches, mixing with a helpless sob from art, and then you absolutely soak his tongue with your juices. it gushes all over his face and he swallows as fast as he can; hell, he nearly chokes on it.

“ffffuck! art! oh my god, good boy, good boy, such a good boy!”

you rock over him until your orgasm recedes, and you pull his head back from you shakily by your tender hold on his hair. strings of your slick cling to the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose; a lewd squelch echoing out as he’s forcefully disconnected from your body. a dazed smile graces your lips and you peer down to watch as art’s hips shake against the hardwood floor and a dark stain appears at the front of his sweats. it’s a pathetic sight, really.

but you watch him moan softly and keep his gaze trained on you as he wipes his chin messily with the back of his hand.

“was i good?” he whispers, like he’ll cry if you say no.

he needs to hear you say it when he’s not lost in the throes of your climax.

your chest is still heaving while you try to slow your labored breaths, but you lean down anyways and meet his lips with yours. you taste yourself on his tongue. he shudders and winces.

you pull back, your bottom lip brushing his.

“so good, baby..”

art kisses the corner of your mouth softly, just once. he’s melting into you.

he loves you. but he swallows that down for now. he opts to murmur out something that’ll sum up everything he feels in a more palatable manner. something that makes him seem less desperate to keep you all to himself for as long as you can tolerate him.

something that he’s earnestly dying to say.

something that he knows you deserve to hear.

“thank you.”

[allastoredeer]

>:D Imagine if some lingering impression of Vox's hypnosis was still floating around in Alastor's head somewhere?

Every now and again it'll jump to the front of the line and thoroughly freak him out before he dismisses it.

The suggestion: Stay with Vox, Trust him, Join the team-

Al (concerningly nonchalant): Just gonna repress that impulse again.

JUST GONNA REPRESS THAT IMPULSE AGAIN

AL, NO! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FIX THIS T.T

But ooooh hoooo 👀that is - that is a tasty morsel right there. That is exquisitely flavorful.

What'd make it worse is if the impulse gets stronger the closer he is to Vox. It's easier to repress if he's just listening to Vox's voice over a speaker, or seeing his face on one of the TV's around the city, because in that case, it's a screen-through-a-screen--it's more filtered--so the hypnosis isn't as powerful. Especially since Alastor doesn't watch TV or watch any screens for a prolonged time, so he can't gradually be influenced by Vox's power like the rest of the city has.

Additionally, since he and and Alastor haven't come face to face since Alastor returned to Pentagram City, the impulses have never gotten bad. Just an inconvenience he has to shoo away on occasion.

That is, until he and Vox are finally in the same room together, and Alastor is reminded just how long he's been gone, just how strong Vox's hypnosis is, and just how much he underestimated it's lingering effects.

It hadn't caused him too much problems since returning. He hadn't felt a super significant pull when they broadcasted their silly little diss track across the city. He didn't think he needed to worry. But when he see's Vox's face and hears his voice, authentic and unfiltered through another screen, he knows immediately this is going to be a big problem.

Further headcanon: Alastor's shadow is unaffected by Vox's hypnosis, so whenever Alastor starts to sink too deep into it, it's the one that gets him out of there - via shadow travel or shocking Alastor out of the trance (maybe through whatever shared connection they have).

[neutron669]

Ford GT80 concept by Colani

[fever-project]

Sherrow Fakemon evolution line! Designs not 100% final, I had a rough time with the colors. Sheercon got a big glow up, but I couldn’t figure out how to do its legs. Oh well. I’ll get better at fakemon designs eventually, I love doing these. Also I’m not completely sold on the names I chose, but I’m not the best with those either. I have a headshot of what Ravio looks like under the cut, he’s basically the same as his LU design besides the hood.

I was thinking of coloring the inner ears of the hat, but it looked weird so I didn’t. I also just put a big ol’ shadow for under the hood, just to makes things easier for myself. Also the gem is green to match the rupee on his sash thing. Idk what’s it’s called.

[flufflecat]

I met a lovely bumblebee a few days ago (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[jazzzzzzhands]

Paranoid much??

I kept thinking about the very obsessed and dilusional

Question-Answerer!!

His hands are always covered in that stuff! (Ink? Mold?)

(which btw was an absolute DELIGHT to draw!)

He keeps hearing/seeing things, and having strange dreams!

This infection has caused him to loose his mind and now he only cares about finding the answers, no matter the cost..

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words

scifi mystery set in a nearish future

follows a woman who works as the human translator for the cultural attaché of an alien embassy, the telepathic process of which causes drunkenness

she isn’t the best but doesn’t really have any other job prospect, and when tragedy strikes she has to figure out who the murderer is - since she’s the only suspect (and doesn’t remember what happened, because of the aforementioned drunkenness) - and is sent down a wild rabbit hole of online conspiracy theories from xenophobic humans

bi MC, no romance

[arowyn-m]

Tell me why i just saw ‼️UN-SPOILERED‼️ FANART for a character’s appearance from the leaks. I’m gnawing doorframes.

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

technically if it's not simmered in the champagne region of france it's a sparkling best boy friend

[tues-dayy]

some pre-canon v. post-canon twin shenanigans

[darlingsart]

“…It is the only memory I have of my mother and so golden that I am almost sure I have made it up.”

Here’s an old picture I had sitting in my files, not quite sure why I didn’t post it then so I’m posting it now! I just love the idea of Patroclus’ mama 💜

(+Close up!)

[phantom-fleetways]

Thoughts or tidbits about spite perhaps?

Only what you can share though! Don't feel too pressured to spoil styff

I just think he's pretty neat so I'd like to learn what I can about him ^w^

Sure!!

Nothing said here is gonna be canon, and that's mostly cuz this is all scrapped stuff.

Working on Invidia is... Hard. Genuinely speaking. So I have a lot of scrapped content for it that was used to build up bits about his character!

Some reference notes about THIS design!

During this time while I was working on Spite, I had basically polished out a concept for Invidia. Mostly that Invidia was the name of what is basically Moebius during this period of development. I was reusing what little I understood or Moebius from Archie to craft this early version of the AU. At this point, only 6 main characters had been established.

Originally, in these early concepts Spite was more outwardly jealous and scheming.

Another important thing is that in these early concepts, Spite made Scourge. And Scourge made Spite. I frankly feel like I will revisit these concepts, but not in the way I originally planned.

Spite, as it stands now, hasn't changed all that much from my first crack at characterization. But he's not nearly as outwardly prone to acts of Jealousy as he used to be. He's a bit more secure in his relationship with Scourge. Mostly cuz he is the ONLY person Scourge truly gives a fuck about on a genuine level.

Hopefully, when more of Invidia is finished and I actually get their part of the story properly hammered out I can share even more and even start working on more shitposts for them. For now though, I'll stick to sharing small things.

[neutron669]

1969 Fiat Abarth 2000 Scorpione Concept

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[mossflower]

finished homestuck!! and adding it to my ever growing list of ‘media near-universally labelled as cringe that actually kinda slaps’