#I’ve been working on this for so long.

[fernisworm]

the sillies.png !!

[kidovna]

Chester’s favourites (1980)

[ahhrenata]

when i went to watch the anniversary screening of phantom menace, this shot of obi-wan burrowed into my brain 😵‍💫

[lunarcrown]

When grian wants to be carried around like a Princess by skizz but he has the attitude of a ornery cat SMH

[yikes-belly]

I love when we don’t acknowledge it. I make a pan of lasagna and we sit at the table with the nice tablecloth and candles lit and you chatter about your day. I serve you another slice. We talk about what we should do this weekend. I serve you another slice. Your cheeks look rosy in the candlelight and the wine is making me warm and affectionate. I serve you another slice. You’re complaining about the jerk at work but you’re also looking a little full. We’ve finished the lasagna and I bring out the cheesecake. We don’t acknowledge it but you look up at me with heavy, dark eyes as I put some down in front of you. I do most of the talking while we eat dessert. You’re concentrating now on finishing everything I give you, keeping up the charade that you’re not stuffed to the gills with most of the meal I’ve made for the two of us. I know you’re at your limit but I play oblivious and ask if you want more. My resolve almost breaks as I hear the faintest little whimper, but I keep playing the game, not letting you know yet how good you look, how full. I clear our dishes and I let you wait, heavy, bloated with food, probably unable to get up and help though we haven’t acknowledged that yet either. In a minute I’ll take mercy on you, maybe ask you innocently: is everything alright? You’ll deny it at first, because that’s fun for us; you know that I know that you’re packed tight and turned on about it, but you don’t want to admit it to me yet. And you’ll finally put a hand on your belly and look up at me pleadingly.

“I’m so full”

“Oh?”

“I ate too much”

“Aw, my poor baby”

“My tummy hurts”

And the dam breaks and I’m all over you. We held out long enough, and your sore tummy needs my attention. I did this to you, after all. We both know that you’ll eat anything I put in front of you, you just can’t help it, can you? It’s fun to pretend that I don’t notice how much you’re eating but the truth is, I watched you like a hawk. I saw the way you shifted uncomfortably in your chair when I got you thirds, I noticed the way your shirt clung to your belly after dessert, how your breathing got heavier and heavier as you got fuller and more turned on. You did so well for me, baby. Now let me take care of that full tummy of yours.

[ropes3amthoughts]

This is such a mess but do you guys get my vision

[garfield-milk]

this is my formal apology to the zukka nation for not posting art in *checks blog* 2 months , sorry!

[legendoflozer]

*stumbles in 3 months later* hiiii!!

[minimujina]

wriothesley is an old lover, i think. he’s tough and strong and oh-so-ruggedly handsome; he’s a gentle handler, a slow mover. it takes knowing someone a long time before he can either fall in love with them or, if he happened to fall fast and hard, get the guts to do something about it.

when he does something about it, it’s so romantic and genuine and sweet that you’ll want to metaphorically throw up. in a time where things move so fast—technology makes strides every day, engineers are speeding along the progress of society, and people become daily entangled in small trysts of passion, leaving fragments of themselves scattered—wriothesley moves deliciously slow.

it makes you feel so special, the way he practically courts you. he’s so god damn respectful of everything about you, it’s disgusting. the simple ways he shows affection for you are so beautiful and veneratingly intimate that it almost feels vulgar. wriothesley naturally creates a space around himself that is so safe and so quiet, you melt into vulnerability before you can even think. he makes it easy to be relaxed, and that can be scary when you are used to being on guard.

he is patient, and he’s kind. he’s certainly not perfect, as no one can be—he has his flaws, and he recognizes his own shortcomings. though easy to talk to, easy to get along with, wriothesley does guard his heart carefully, masking himself and his intentions until he’s gauged the trustworthiness of a companion. it can sometimes be difficult to bring the defenses down, even in the most trusted presence; he is used to being fully performative, fully vigilant. he can struggle to communicate in this stage, because he is uncertain of himself and others and, frankly, everything all at once. but once the wall comes down, he’s all authentic, coming as he is without the pre-painted mask.

i feel as if it takes a lot of mutual comfort and reassurance in that stage of scary vulnerability. it is somewhat grotesque to be seen as you are and then to watch someone choose to see more of you over and over and over. you are dying and you are living and it’s mortifying and really very wonderful.

after the initial knowing, there comes the valley where it feels as if your souls begin to intertwine, and the knowing becomes so much more intimate than you might have prepared yourself for. wriothesley wants to hide, and you might too. there are probably some bumps where he puts off replying to letters, or perhaps you procrastinate scheduling visits to the fortress, and you both act very silly, and you misunderstand and squabble a bit and make up. the silliness, however, is not unwarranted, as you both are very aware of how scary it can be to like someone and to be liked. and to watch and feel as the liking turns to loving, and knowing turns to becoming, and suddenly your hands and hearts are glued like crafts and it would be a dire mistake to unravel the lovely work of two loving souls—but moving forward is still, perhaps, so very uncomfortable. but you will, you will do it.

wriothesley likes you so much that he feels himself fall apart. the entirety of the strength he has built up within himself wavers under your soft gaze; your eyes rip him to shreds, but gently, lovingly. you reduce him to nothing but a lovestruck schmuck.

the depths of his adoration for you are, in a sense, biblical. if you have no religious background, you could call his love something sacred, something reverent. he’d never anticipated feeling this way for someone; now that he’s become so deeply entrenched in everything about you, wriothesley feels a deep need to protect and to provide. he is unsure what the future could look like due to his position as the duke of meropide, but he is certain that everything will fall into place if it is meant to be. whatever the case, he’s an absolute schmuck, hanging off your every word and footstep. 100% would follow you around like a lost puppy were he not duty-bound to his work.

for you, it’s really the fact that you could sit in his presence for hours, safely and peacefully, without having spoken a word. there could be no sound in his office but the time-dusted record playing and tea-crusted pages turning, and all would still be well. no guessing, nothing under the rug for you to worry your silly head about—it is just he and you and his work and your books, and the music and his breathing and your humming and embroidery. nothing has transpired but the work that has been done and the record that has played a dozen times over. you may pick up where you left off with him, only with a lighter chest and clearer mind.

sigewinne would oft find the duke passed out in his big red chair, his sweet little lover over on the couch gone to dreamland all the same. it was picturesque. she sometimes wished she could call her friend mamere to paint it, to capture in art whatever it was she could not with words. sigewinne was still learning about humans—and she could glean a lot just from watching you and the duke. but sometimes, like this domestic scene, she would find herself puzzled, unable to describe the feelings that emerged from seeing two humans so safe and comfortable with each other in this particular manner. sigewinne would tip-toe back down the stairs and out of the duke’s office, much to ponder, and much to ask monsieur neuvillette.

very self indulgent, but i finally wrote something 😵‍💫 it just came out like blaarrggh

[bonemeal12]

Happy Pride Month!! Happy Summer!! I hope everyone gets a chance to relax and hang out with some loved ones!

[kamabokobun]

A sculpture I made of my slug fakemon starter :]

[chiliger]

Bone.

[sirlanval]

[fic] a dot quite as pale (or as blue)

pairing: portgas d. ace/trafalgar d. water law

rating: teen & up

chapter: 1 of ?

word count: 3.7k

He’s always thrived well under instruction. Routine. The list starts as just that, a way to bring a semblance of order to the chaos that his life has devolved into since leaving Flevance, to help keep everything a certain way so that most things that happen to him are expected, and that he knows what to do when they aren’t. It was just a little thing, at the beginning, no more than ten small rules to keep himself in check. But at some point it spiralled out of control, rules were made over the stupidest things, the most unlikely events, and he breaks rules more than he makes them. But they keep him focused. They remind him to never let things get the way they were before.

The first time he meets Ace, he's barely 22 and they're chained together by the ankles in the hold of a marine ship.

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.

[pigeonpeach]

Love Ambush

Characters: Jean, Navia, Furina, Ayato, Thoma, Neuvillette

Prompt: Surprising your partner by randomly peppering their face with kisses rapidly then acting like nothing happened.

Needless to say Jean wasn’t prepared. She was mid head turn when your hand held her head in place as you covered her face with kisses, leaving no patch unkissed. You pulled away abruptly as you handed her the bouquet behind your back.

“Love you dear, don’t overwork yourself okay?” You said as you set it on the table casually. She was stunned before her brain started to process it all, blush crept up her cheeks.

“I- won’t thank you dear. Just give me a warning next time.” She said fixing her hair as you smiled victoriously.

“My humble servant, it has been approximately 2 hours since I have seen you!~ i demand attention this instant!” Furina proclaimed as she held onto the groceries bags, Crabletta, Chevalmarin, an Usher carrying the rest. Before she could even set them down you launched your attack. Holding her face gently as she closed her eyes leaning her cheek out to accept your onslaught. Her small smile grew as she readily accepted each smooch. You kissed her nose, her forehead, each cheek, her temples, her lips, anywhere that you could. You pulled away as you wiped your lips, taking some of the bags with a smile. “Welcome home dear.” You gave her one last kiss as she smiled.

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I understand that you’ve missed me dear bu-mm could you at least let me- finish my sentence.” Neuvillette was used to your antics at this rate, although he was s little nervous with it being in his office. There wasn’t anything wrong with kisses, but he didn’t want people to get the wrong idea. He is a ‘man’ of many things, justice, refinement, respect and power, how would anyone react to seeing how he lets his partner overpower him him, pinning him to his chair as they lavish him with kisses?

“No.” You spoke quickly as you immediately continued your work. He tried to lean his head to watch the door but you simply followed it to continue the smooching. He sighed in defeat, but you knew he was enjoying every moment of contact between you, wether or not he’d admit it. You heard a little rumble in chest confirming your suspicions.

“I suppose as long as no one is watching. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“When others are around you are the iudex, but alone you are my canvas and I will lather my lipstick onto you until you are undoubtedly mine.” You smiled at your attempt to speak the way he does. He chuckled slightly as he moved some hair out your face.

“I see, its a possessive behavior on your part, then I shall reciprocate the gesture with my own.”

You thought you could just leave so easily? Ambush Navia with a smooch fest then ditch? Absolutely not! You hardly got one inch away before she hooked her fingers around your hair and tugged you back, turning you and surprising you with her own smooch ambush! Kisses upon kisses with little time inbetween! Her lipstick smudged as she held you to the wall not allowing you to escape your karma! After some time she pulled away with a smug look in her eyes.

“Prepare yourself, I’m not done just yet!” She triumphantly proclaimed as she dove back in.

“In surprised you were able to hold back for so long.” Kamisato Ayato was many things, rich, well known, powerful, but being a sucker for his dearest’s antics wasn’t a widely known attribute. But it was the truth. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you two were seated on the floor. He merely smiled as you raided his face with your lips. Although the gloss on your lips wasn’t as noticeable as lipstick, the glitter would prove difficult for so long.

It is standard practice in Inazuma to not show alot of PDA when guests are present, so you always saved ever urge and every intrusive thought for the moment you two were alone. He wasn’t one to complain, not one bit.

“Should I return the favor? We have about a hour or so before the next meeting.” He said softly as his hand nestled in your hair.

“If only it was the whole day.” You pouted. He smiled as he laid a smooch onto your lips.

“We’ll continue afterwards if you like. Just let me take control for a bit.” He spoke.

“I can’t get it off!” Thoma stared at the mirror as he dabbed the cloth in the bucket and scrubbed his face. the many many lipstick marks were stubborn and refused to come off. You smirked as he struggled to remove it.

“Your face is red enough now, they’ve completely blended in.” You tease, laying a kiss to his neck, at this rate however your lipstick had been worn out so it only left a faint mark as he groaned.

“I love you too but I have to train new staff today! You could’ve warned me that you were going to wear lipstick when you did this.” He sighed,unable to hold any annoyance towards you.

[lazyleafeon]

[ID copied from alt text: 2 drawings starring characters from the comic laika’s comet. they’re all furries.

drawing 1: laika, who is a dog furry, looking bashful. Text says: laika’s comet. Underneath her is a sketch of a window with soap on it, next to clover shaped wallpaper.

drawing 2: a drawing starring mars, who is a cat, yue, who is a rabbit, and laika. laika is sleeping in a sleeping bag. She has a bug catching container balancing on her head. mars is holding onto a cat plushie named menya, and yue is holding a hockey stick and some papers. The text at the center says: chapter 2, and there is text next to each of them with their respective names. End ID. drawings based on laika’s comet chapter 2. got more detailed with them than id planned