#Consistant style? nAH

[riense]

more old dishonored stuff from sketchbooks. 2017 I guess.

[mossbiin]

days four-seven: false, gem, doc, xb

life got rlly busy but i managed to catch up

guardian xb bc it is mermay and also he cannot beat the fish allegations

[mymelodyisme]

Is this a repost? Yes. Do I care? Yes. Will this get 🚩? MAYBE.

*dabs violently*

[tdutb]

HIHI um. could I please request. a pickle ii 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

here have your girliepop

[eggswords]

That one art trend with two comfort characters

[limbel]

for @justcastiel 's event

HOLY WATER | BLOOD | SMOKE | LIGHT

click for quality!

[elliotl]

Flower eater~

Dream blob explores the overworld.

Sapnap and George left him unsupervised lol

[sulvverr]

Uh more McHamlin but uh..

Just don’t ask why I did this,, I like to mix my interests a lot

I am insane

[monstersbutt]

i have nothing to say here i just wanted to make an actual finish drawing that's not just a clean sketch so anyway here's my dol pc he is bad at everything /j

[wayward40k]

✏️✏️ That'd be so cool!

Send a ✏️ if you’d like a quick sketch of your character

[oncomingnight]

RELEASE YOURSELF! 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

Yandere! Musician x reader

Elias was a part of an extremely well known and incredibly innovative band, including four other members. He is specifically known for his completely otherworldly presence on stage, with the help of his choice of clothing, thick & strongly structured fingers playing on his guitar, and the patterns of paint he'd stroked onto his face earlier backstage.

Elias was a man that had several tendencies, including the tendency to be completely obsessive, though, this only developed when he met you. He was far from being shameful when it came to his infatuation with you, he could care less if his friends attempted at poking fun at him as he takes pride in the amount of love he holds for you.

He adored partaking in physical affection with you, there was nothing more in the world he could ever need when he was next to you. He'd constantly have his hand on your thigh, caressing as well as squeezing it, holding onto your hand & swinging it along with his, placing his hand on your lower back. He cannot keep his hands to himself.

His style consists of large graphic tees and his heart squeezes at the sight of you wearing his shirt that drapes right over your body. One morning, after an entire night of him making you sweat and plead, he'd walk into the kitchen only to see you making two cups of coffee for the both of you, wearing his large washed out skull tee along with nothing but black underwear.

Elias had a variety of well sketched out tattoos on his pale skin well before he met you, though, after he developed a relationship with you, it didn't take long for him to tattoo your name on his body. He also got a tattoo portraying the both of you as cartoons, you kissing his cheek as blue birds circle his head along with red hearts, his pitch black eyes practically bulging out.

Whenever he and his band mates go on tour, he will always have you go alongside him. He'd purchase a hotel room reserved for just you and him, you'd be crazy to think he'd be able to survive without you for half a year.

Before a show, he'd always ask for a kiss on his lips, cheeks and forehead for good luck. No, he's not nervous, he just uses it as an excuse to get you to love up on him even more than you already do.

In every photo that paparazzi captures of him, you're always right beside him, one of his arms is around your waist as he places a sweet, soft kiss onto your temple. He can't help it, he has to be in physical contact with you one way or another.

Elias is an incredibly territorial and overprotective boyfriend.

Soon to be husband.

It's nothing that he'd ever apologize for, you're his sweet, beautiful baby that deserves nothing but the wonderful in life. There have been many articles written about him in the tabloids regarding him getting into physical and verbal fights because of his constant need to defend you. Though, there's no need for him to worry as its never affected his career, if anything, people admire him even more.

During interviews, journalists will attempt to get a word of regret out of him regarding his harsh and violent actions against the people who've affected you emotionally. Though, that's never what they get.

"i mean, it never fully made sense to me how when someone acts like a cunt towards me and the love of my life, the woman I love most, and I reciprocate their behavior, just harsher, suddenly I'm the worst person in the fuckin' world? Nah, that doesn't seem right."

After he met you, you're always the one to assist him in applying makeup onto his face, carefully placing pitch black contacts into his eyes and just simply providing him with emotional support with your presence.

Elias enjoys hugging you, it seems like an incredibly simple thing to find joy in, but it's far from simple to him. He loves the warmth he can provide for you with his lanky arms, and the love he feels seeping from you.

Due to his incredibly misty, intimidating, and at times eerie presence, many think that he's a rough lover when that's not the case at all. Elias is extremely gentle with you, he'd never degrade, shame or put his hands on you in a manner that was anything other than loving. Yes, even when the two of you are having sex he's the gentlest person you've ever met.

Whilst he's fingering you to the point where you can't even reply to his teasingly asked questions, he reaches out to place one of his hands onto your cheek before saying, " look at me baby, there she is, aren't you just the prettiest?" "Let's make this pretty pussy cum, okay honey? I know you can do it, just let it go, soak me, baby."

Part two will be posted Friday ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ. !

[okkennymay]

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Danny that looked expensive! ;c; someone’s gonna have to pay for that 👀 

I wish I had at least gotten these last two pages out before my long ass hiatus, keeping consistent quality and style in my comics? nAH

I did get a couple more done during my time away at least 😊 so yaY! more updates coming your way!

If you like what I do and wanna help support the comic, get sneak previews and extras, join my Patreon right on over here >vO

[homunculus-argument]

A lighthearted, slice-of-life show where the only consistently appearing, long-spanning source of conflict is an ambiguous polyamorist relationship network that people jokingly refer to with names like "the anomaly" or "the phenomenon", or just "the blob", talking about the ever-spreading relationship as if it's some slowly spreading alien presence, a DND-style gelatinous cube that just encases unassuming people within itself as an ambush predator, or something alike to a slow motion zombie invasion.

Nobody actually considers this ever-expanding relationship an actual threat or anything negative, they're just all observing it. Keeping an eye on the network of "X is dating Y who's also dating A and B, and while B is dating X, A and X aren't into each other at all" that just keeps spreading, probably covering half of the city by now. Having conversations like.

"Hey is Greg coming tonight?" "Nah, he's on a date. With Katie." "Wait who's Katie?" "Emily's husband's girlfriend's other girlfriend." "Ah shit, Greg got blobbed?" "Yeah. He's in there now."

[s0lam33y]

riri williams hcs

she loves reading, she’s always ready some psychology book and she always lets you lay in her arms while she’s reading. [she lights candles in her room while she reads too]

her garage is your second home, she lets you have your own little area and you always watch her work from there.

Scenario 1:

you sit next to her as you watch her work, holding a wrench in hand and waiting for her to command you to hand it over. She can’t see you since she’s beneath a car but you can definitely see her. Her toned arms and her abs peeking because her shirt is lifting up.

You glance at your little corner of the garage, there’s a little mini fridge, a small carpet with a bean bag on top.

“Gimme me the wrench, ma,” She orders and you do. But she pauses briefly as it disappears under the car along with her hand.

“Wrong size, baby,” She chuckles as she slides out and stands up.

Her arm secured around your waist and she kisses your shoulder.

“If you really wanna help me out, go sit there and look pretty f’me, I’ll see you on my break.” She says while watching you roll your eyes.

she’s always laying in a bean bag in the garage.

she loves herself an oversized suit but doesn’t really mind wearing a dress. [she owns so many sets of grills it’s insane]

she loves putting her thumbs in the dimple of your backs, and rubbing up on your thighs.

she loves watching criminal minds.

You always find her taking a bath when you walk into her dorm. Always. And she’s always scrolling through her phone.

when the two of you go to Chicago, she’s always in a white shirt and some overalls because she’s fixing cars for extra cash.

Walks around your or her dorm in baggy sweats with the band of her boxers showing and a sports bra at all times.

She’s a gym rat….I need to be put down

doesn’t matter of small or big you are, she can pick you up and doesn’t mind it either.

Her style is immaculate and consists of cargo pants, shorts paired with either tight shirts/ crop Tops or loose tops, whichever fits the weather. She always has the best shoes and buys you any pair you want.

She’s rather sleep than go out and when her friends ask her to hang out, she begs you to say y’all got plans.

She loves to lay her head on your thighs and lap. Or your chest, whichever you’re in the mood for.

She always massages you, whether it’s a simple rubbing of your thighs or her straddling your back while you watch your favorite show.

Scenario 2:

Riri’s hands work into your back as you continue to watch T.V. You can feel her eyes on the screen and you look back only to find her wide eyes glued to the screen. Her hands pause as she continues to watch and you ache for her to continue.

“Sorry, baby,” She grins.

She’s always driving you around, whether it’s five minutes away or five hours away.

When she plays her video games, she puts it down when you come in and pisses all her friends off because they’re mid-game.

“Yo, ri, man, c’mon, get the girl later! We’re close!” One of Riri’s friends groans over her headphones.

You had walked past her in shorts and she had grabbed you before you had a chance to get any further.

Now you’re straddling her and her hands are on your ass like there’s no tomorrow.

“Nah, the game can wait, I’ll come back tomorrow.” She says, cutting them off as she slides her headphones and tosses them God knows where while lifting you up.

She doesn’t like showers together, she’d much rather have a bath with you. But she won’t bathe till she showers.

She’s not a FaceTime girl because of how packed her schedule can be, she’s rather text than anything else. So when you miss her, you’ll have to settle for texting.

She’s made you your own gauntlet before and it shoots out bubbles because she don’t trust yo ass to actual firearms.

50 % of y’all’s hangouts are in her dorm room that’s basically yours because of how often you come by.

On your birthday, She rewrites your cards over and over because she’s not the best with putting how she feels on paper.

She’s all about grand gestures since she ain’t good with her words. She’ll take you to a field of flowers, a high-end restaurant, she’s done ridiculous shit like pull up yo your house with a boombox as an apology.

Her favorite show is insecure, idk I feel like she’d love that show.

She’s always telling you she loves you.

A/n: Ive been too drained to write a full length story for x reader and shuriri, please enjoy this in the mean time!

[number1mingyustan]

Ridin’☾

streetracer!yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: smut, established relationship,

Warnings: choking, unprotected sex (riding), grinding, kissing, cursing, creampie

Summary: Who doesn't love a late night drive?

Word Count: 2.3k

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The night air is cold, so you’re quick to make your way to the car. It’s beautiful, a nicely polished white car with red and black detailing. You almost regret wearing a skirt, but as soon as you climb into the passenger seat you feel the heat inside of the car.

Yeonjun looks over at you with one hand resting on the steering wheel. “Hey baby.”

He leans over, planting a kiss on your lips. “Hi,” you smile.

You weren’ t supposed to be here. It was a little after 1 am and your parents think you’re in bed sleeping right now. Granted, they’re asleep too and you’ve gotten damn good at sneaking out since you and Yeonjun started dating.

You know they’d absolutely freak if they ever found out you and were dating, and Yeonjun at that. He definitely wasn’t the type of person to bring home, especially not to your parents.

He wasn’t necessarily a bad guy. He’s gotten into some trouble along the way, but nothing too extreme. However you know your parents would immediately disapprove if you brought home the 6’1 boy with all his tats piercings and all.

Granted, you had a secret tattoo of your own thanks to him, not that they’d find out any time soon anyway.

It’s been a bit hard to hide stuff from them lately because Yeonjun loves spoiling you so much. Random gifts often catch your parent’s attention nowadays, forcing you to lie to them more than you already do.

Your story was nothing out of the ordinary. The straight A good girl falls in love with the troublemaker hot guy. The extremely played out romeo and juliet trope, but nonetheless a goodie.

“You look cute,” he smirks, shamelessly eyeing you up and down.

He loved the way you dressed. You were always dressed so bright and bubbly. Your style consisted of plenty of pink and baby blue, headbands, skirts, fuzz, sweaters, leg warmers, and thigh highs. He absolutely fucking loved the thigh highs.

It contrasted him too perfectly, as he was currently dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans and a black graphic tee. There were silver rings decorating his fingers, like always.

“Thank you,” you respond. “You look cute too.”

Yeonjun chuckles. “Do I?”

You nod your head enthusiastically.

“Thank you baby,” he starts up the car. “Are you ready?”

You nod again. It’s all he needs before he speeds off into town. You’ve scolded him many times about driving so recklessly when he’s close to your house, but he never listens.

This has become a bit of a routine for you. Every Friday night at around this time, Yeonjun picks you up and you drive to the abandoned racetrack on the edge of town where Yeonjun races. At first, you hated it.

He was risking his life and committing a crime on a weekly basis, but it paid well when he won. And Yeonjun always won. The first time he brought you, you were terrified. You watch him zoom through the track with the other cars, going at least 90mph recklessly.

Slowly, you grew more comfortable. You’ve even been in the car with him a couple times during his races. It’s not really your scene, but you can see why Yeonjun enjoys it.

It’s not long before he pulls up to the familiar track. A crowd has already formed and cars have begun lining up at the starting line.

“You ridin’ with me?” he asks.

You think to yourself for a second before shaking your head. “Nah, I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line.”

He pouts. “You sure baby?”

You rode with him in a race, one time and one time only. Truthfully, you did have a lot of fun. But you’re not one to put your life in danger for a bit of thrill. Once was more than enough for you.

“Yes I’m sure,” you open the passenger side door. “I have to tutor tomorrow morning, I’m not risking my life.”

“You know I always take care of you,” he leans over.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you win,” you tell him.

He frowns before placing a kiss on your lips. “Be good my good luck charm,” he tells you.

You back away from the car, continuing to wave at him as you start walking toward the stands. He drives away toward the starting line and you push through the crowd.

You push your way to the front in order to watch the race from the best view possible. The engines are revving as the countdown begins.

3

2

1

Go!

The race starts and your boyfriend immediately takes the lead. People are cheering from the stands, yourself included as the cars circle the track.

No one really competes with Yeonjun’s speed, falling behind him and staying there for the duration of the race.

The cars circle the track 3 times trailing behind your boyfriend. The crowd is roaring with excitement throughout the race, and they only go wild when he jets through the finish line. The other cars soon follow after him, and he parks the car near the edge of the track. He climbs out of the car, flipping his head back and running his hand through his hair before scanning the audience for you. You stand up on the railing and wave at him excitedly. He blows you a kiss and shoots you a wink.

You watch as he pulls out his phone and types something before your phone buzzes. You look down at his text.

‘meet me in the lot’

By the time you look up, he’s already in his car revving up the engine and driving off the track and out of sight. You know which lot he’s talking about, it’s the area the cars go before and after races,but it’s about a 10 minute walk away considering most people drive around here.

__

You spot him, leaning against his vehicle while talking to Kai, his best friend at the tracks. There’s music playing from inside Kai’s car parked next to him. The two boys are talking, but his attention immediately turns to you when he sees your approaching him. He holds up his middle and ring finger, creating a ‘come here’ motion.“Did I make you proud?”

You walk up to the car sheepishly. “Yes,” you breathe out. “I knew you were gonna win.”

He smirks again. “Yeah, told you you’re my good luck charm.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling your body close to his.

He continues his conversation with Kai, but you find yourself quickly growing bored. Silently, to take his arm off your shoulder and walk to the passenger side of the car to wait for him. You sit inside of the vehicle on your phone for a few minutes before he knocks on the window.

You lower in, looking up at him. “You ready to go?” he asks.

You nod.

He plants a quick kiss on your lips. “Okay baby, give me a few minutes and we’ll go.”

The boys continue talking, but they’re soon interrupted by the sound of sirens and blue and red light flashing.

Oh yeah, what Yeonjun does is extremely illegal. The race track is an abandoned property no one is supposed to go on and there’s so much better that goes on about the dangerous sport.

“Shit,” Kai says.

The boys exchange a quick look before scrambling. Moments later Yeonjun is in the driver’s seat, starting up the car. The engine revs loudly and he speeds off. You hold on for your dear life, he can’t get caught, not with you in the car. If it was just him, it would be less than ideal but he could easily get away. But if he got arrested with you and your parents found out? He’d be a goner.

He races off, driving into the city. The cops trail behind him for a bit, but you know Yeonjun. He car twists and turns sharply as he drives through different side streets to outrun the police. Your heart is beating so fast.

“Yeonjun?” you ask.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“Where are we going?”

“You trust me right?” he asks.

“Of course, but I—“

“Just trust me.”

You stay silent, simply observing your surroundings. Once he loses sight of the cops, he pulls into the parking lot of a park. The area is secluded and dark, perfect. He parks the car

He pulls you in onto his lap from the passenger side. He doesn’t bother to say anything , simply running his hands up your thighs as he begins kissing your neck. "Wanna show me how proud you are? Hmm?”

“No way you’re actually horny from running away from the cops,” you breathe out.

It was a combination of the high he felt from racing and your outfit that did it for him, you looked so cute. A fitted cloth baby pink and white dress with leg warmers and moon boots. He loves that you’re so dressed up for him in the middle of the night. Your dress rides up at be adjusts you on his lap.

Besides, the adrenaline is pumping through his body and you look so fucking good. He knows you guys are safe from the cops and a release seems perfect right about now.

Your lips find one another’s desperately. He hands are on your thighs, pulling your dress up further and further until your your little pink panties are exposed.

His hands guide your hips, causing you to grind against him. Your panties are thin, allowing you to feel everything right where you need him. He’s growing harder in his jeans, cock poking right onto your clit as your grind down on him.

You’re soaking through your panties from the friction. You moan against his lips as you grow more desperate for contact with him.

You pull away hurriedly and reach for his jeans. Your hands fiddle with his his belt. He watches you, panting with a pink tint flushing across his face. His lips are swollen from kissing you, plump and puckered.

You finally undo his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it. He leans back in the seat, smirking as he watches you jerk him off. The more you touch him, the more he leaks. The clear fluid spurts from his cock, coating the palm of your hand and lubricating his length.

“Shit,” he breathes out.

He quickly grows impatient, lifting you up and pulling your panties to the side. You’re so wet for him and he hasn’t even properly touched you. He slides the tip of his cock along your entrance, causing shivers to spread through your body.

He guides you down onto his cock, filling you up inch by inch slowly. You moan out as he stretches you open. It feels so good to have him inside of you again, to be full of him.

He takes his time splitting you open initially, but as soon as you adjust to his length he’s merciless. He quickly picks up the pace in his movements, pushing his hips up to fuck you. You bounce every time he thrusts into you, feeling his cock poke deep inside of you.

“You love it when I fuck you like this huh? Treat you like the dirty girl you are hmm? He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“S-Shut up!” you moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re lucky this pussy is so good. I should cum in your mouth next time,” he yanks on your hair, tipping your head back forcefully. “That way you can’t talk back to me.”

You let out a strangled moan at his words. His hand is now wrapped around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. He’s absolutely fucking you dumb right now and you love it. You love the way he’s rough with you, pounding into you at a harsh pace.

His cock stretches you open with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper up your lower abdomen.

The windows are foggy and the car jerks with each thrust of his cock. You’re holding onto him for dear life as you feel the pleasure building in your lower region as he wrecks you.

You’re crying out his name like a chant, moaning pathetically. “ ‘M gonna cum baby, can I? Please let me, ‘m so close- fuck—so close.”

You feel him smirk into your skin at your begging. “Go ahead,” he permits.

He stills his hips, allowing you to ride out your orgasm while using him. He watches as you enter a state of bliss above him, grinding your hips into him desperately as you get off on him.

He thinks you’ve never looked sexier, in your pretty pink bouncing on his cock whole you cry out his name and use him for your own pleasure. It’s a sight to see.

You’re tightening around him, squeezing his cock perfectly as your orgasm pulses through your body. Fuck, he thought he was gonna last longer than this. But you’re squeezing him too good, too tight.

He curses, hips growing erratic as his orgasm courses through his body. He pumps his load inside of you as he thrusts messily. His head is tilted back, plump lips parted as he fills you up.

You both come down from your highs, panting heavily. There’s. a sticky mess you’ve created on his lap that causes you to cringe.

“Fuck,” he breathes out as he looks down. “I gotta get you home.”

You frown. It’s nearly 3 am and you know he’s right. Besides, you’re created quite the mess and you need to clean up. He lifts you up, causing you to cringe again as he pulls out of you. You sit back down on the passenger seat and fix your clothes. He redoes his pants, cringing at the very visible wet spot on the front.

He leans over and plants a kiss on your lips. “You’re so pretty baby.”

He licks his lips and smiles at you. You smile back at him. “I love you.”

He starts up the car again. “I love you too, now let’s get you home yeah?”

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© number1mingyustan - Do not repost without permission.

[jennsterjay]

What's up, danger? (spoilers ahead)

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Somewhere in a relatively unpopulated part of Spider HQ, Miles and Hobie were walking and talking. Actually, Hobie was listening to Miles vent, but he didn't mind. He probably hadn't talked about much with anyone. The two slowed their walk to a stop, and found supports to rest their backs on while they faced each other and continued talking.

Hobie: I can't say I agree with you mate, I think you're a bloody good Spiderman.

Miles: But that's the thing! The second I got here, I've been treated like a danger to everyone. And now everyone's acting like it never even happened! And me escaping this futuristic joint, beating the other me, and stopping Spot all in one day, was all by the skin of my teeth!

Hobie raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything

Miles: -And don't get me started on Gwen and Peter. They're trying...but I don't even know what to say to them now. I wanted to see them so bad before I got here and- hell I don't know... I...

Miles sighed and hung his head for a moment

Hobie: I understand, you've had this stirring around in your head like a neverending mixtape. It's good that you're letting it out. Things may not be the same anymore, but thing is the most consistent thing about life is its inconsistency

Miles lifted his head up, waiting for him to continue

Hobie: I know you care about those two, and you know that they care about you, so give it some time and when you're ready, talk to em.

Miles thought about this for a moment and nodded his head

Hobie: And as for Miguel, Prowler, and Spot. Against you it was no competition, mate. You folded them into next week.

Miles laughed

Miles: Barely but ok

Hobie: Nah mate, you were just too damn smart for them. That's why you're the coolest Spiderman here.

Miles: Huh, you think so?

Hobie: I know so

Miles: Heh...thanks man. If anything you're the coolest for real. I'm surprised you don't have like 50 people hanging off of you and trying to get your number.

Hobie snickered

Hobie: Haha so you think I have rizz, mate?

Miles: Yeah I mean look at you! You have this punk rock style going on and your jacket and suit has spikes on it and you're tall as fuck bro. And your hair is cool, never seen anything like it.

Hobie: Well Yards, I can say I'm flattered. Your suit is equally cool though. You're the only one with a spraypainted suit. Very anti-establishment.

Miles: Haha yeah...

Hobie noticed how Miles looked away, like his thoughts started to drift off somewhere else.

Hobie: Something on your mind Meters?

Miles: I uh...really liked Gwen before all this. And a part of me still wants her as a friend but...sometimes I think even before all this happened that I was out of her league. Then some weeks back I had a crush on that girl that let me escape from Miguel before I was launched to Earth 42. Come to find out she's taken already. I swear I have such bad luck with this stuff you'd think it's a canon event.

Miles tries to laugh it off, but Hobie can tell the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Hobie: Well mate, flirting is a skill forged with confidence and experience. You have a damn good personality, and you don't even need to try if you're just being yourself. Plus, somewhere there's a bloke out there who understands you and truly appreciates you for who you already are

Miles was caught off guard by this and felt his face heat up. Hobie was just hyping him up, being his straightforward self. He still wasn't used to hearing compliments like that...but he had to recover somehow before Hobie noticed the look on his face.

Miles: How are you so sure?

Hobie smirked

Hobie: I was this sure the whole time

Miles chuckled

Miles: Oh really? Then how about we make a bet. If you can find one person like how you described in a week, then I'll buy you that new guitar amp.

Hobie: Alright bet. In fact...I can think of one person right now who would like nothing more than to swoop you.

Miles looked around confused, then looked back at Hobie who had a smug look on his face

Miles: Who?

Hobie leaned off of the support he rested his back on and walked forward, steadily closing the distance between them. Miles' eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up as he finally understood why.

Hobie stood in front of him and placed his hand on Miles' shoulder, and looked into his eyes with a gentle smirk.

Hobie: What's up, danger?