#Nature and Imagination

[alexandr-az]

[lunaliart]

perhaps he is learning to appreciate planet earth

[zorangezest]

(part 1) i wanted to draw humanformers and i had this horrible awful miserable idea

in which soundwave is haunted by the ghost of his son

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continuation

[theartintrying]

the other day my friend said "jayce in a double breasted suit" and my mind immediately went to a kingsman au

so here's some fun quick sketches for that

[thirtyskeletons]

a perpetually exhausted blonde with a french name who dresses sharply, likes clocks and small machinery, and is constantly burdened by inane emails? ok julia

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

this scene had me laughing why'd they run around Troy not once not twice but THREE times

how big even is Troy

he gets the point Achilles you can stop now

[snoozyfruit]

🌙🪽✨✨

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Yiling Band Tour!

[simplyhale]

late night call t.b. (18+)

tim bradford x fem! reader

summary; after a long shift tim needs to show you just how much he missed you. the only way he knows how

notes; is this my first smut fic? yes. do i love but also hate this? also yes. but after finishing the book lights out by navessa allen and re-reading my favorite @sleepymissy fics (it's the start of my period lol) i had to write this out and get this out of my head. if yall like it please validate me or else i'll probably never write smut again. gatta love being your worst critic.

includes; dirty talk (it's smut lol), pet names, praise praise praise (the best kink), unprotected sex (obvi wrap it before tapping), swearing, mentions of owning a k-9, switch!reader, softdom!tim, you answering tim with smart ass remarks

words; 3151

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The clusters of red and blue flashing lights was the extra thing you needed to fully wake you up. Your hand moved from the center console, placing your car in park, up to the radio turning it down. Looking back to the small grate window that separated the front of the car with the back. Being met with a very excited panting German Shepherd. 

“I know Ash, it's go time.”

Turning your attention to the blinking digital clock reading sometime after three in the morning. Your shift had ended at eight and you had been asleep since ten. But of course, being an officer with a K-9 meant middle of the night calls were not completely unusual. 

Being met with Tim and Lucy at the truck. He was leaning against your car while Lucy was clearly trying to fight off the tiredness. “Boot tell me what the call is for K-9’s?”

“A Tim Test at three in the morning wouldn’t expect anything less.” You remark taking the bullet proof vest from Lucy. Quickly pulling it over your head leaning up to him. “She’s not your boot anymore, remember?” His eyes flickered down at your shirt collar, watching as his jaw tensed slightly. “But if she wants to answer I won’t stop her.” You stepped back, tightening the straps before velcroing them into place. 

Lucy smiled at you, always amazed with the way you were able to get right under his skin. “You stay out of the dog and their handlers' way. While making sure to cover them.”

Your tired eyes looked over at her, smiling, “Atta girl, wanna pet Ash before he gets to work?”

Her tired face brightened as she nodded. “Get the scent ready will ya,” you told Tim who handed you Ash’s leash. Having gotten it out of the truck for you while you put your vest on. He watched Lucy walk over to the cracked window baby talking to Ash through the tinted window. Looking down at you, “Sorry for having to call you in so late.”

You shrugged looking him up and down, “You’ll make it up in your own Tim way.” You reached up and plucked a white thread from his collar. Letting your fingers linger for a moment before turning and walking over to the side of the car. The way his hungry eyes never leaving your mind.

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Your arms wrapped around one of your pillows as the low screams of the horror movie filled the room. Ash laid at the foot of the bed watching the screen, waiting for the time to reach his breakfast. Your eyes hazed with tiredness. Currently stuck in the weird state between being too tired to sleep and too tired to stay awake.

Watching as Ash raised his head, his ears on alert. Writing it off as the current kill scene on the screen, the type of screen where you’d say the character had it coming because they didn’t run out the front door. No, instead he was looking past the tv screen. Towards the front door.

“Morning runners Ash,”

He got up and started towards the door. He wasn’t on defense anymore; the first wag of his tail gave that away. You groaned knowing he was going to either start to whine or start to bark. Both signs that he was wanting to go outside and meet every person that morning he could. But then there was a click. The sound of your front door unlocking causes you to prop yourself up onto your elbows. Three people had a key to your apartment. Your parents were a couple states away, neither one would be too keen on surprise visits. Then there was your downstairs neighbor who trained aggressive dogs and helped you out if Ash is ever left on his own for longer than you were planning for. Leaving only one person left.

“I knew giving you a key would only bring issues,” Your tone laced with heavy sarcasm.

Brows knitted up once again when there was no answer. Picking your head up and watching as he carried one of Ash’s dog toys with him to the kitchen. The toy was one someone could put treats and peanut butter into to keep a dog's attention. And that’s exactly what Tim did. Ash sat patiently, watching his every move. He reached down and gave the large dog a scratch behind the ear, “Me and your mother need to be alone for a bit, bud.” He spoke in the kind higher pitch tone that people did when speaking to something cute. He then tossed the toy to the farthest corner of the apartment, watching Ash take off after it with a smile. 

Watching his figure grew closer and closer. Shutting the door behind him caused you to smile knowing exactly what was going to happen next. 

“You know if you were dying to take a nap with me you could’ve just–” The yelp cut off your sarcastic tone. Caught completely off guard when Tim grabs your ankle pulling you down towards him. Then swiftly flipping you onto your back. Looking up at him to see that grin that made you want to grab his face and kiss him stupid after you punched the expression from his face. 

“Tough day?”

He shook his head, “Long day,” His hands cupped either side of your face after bending down. His lips were quick to devour you. Feeling the heat grow as your faces stayed close together caused you wanting more, so you wrapped your arms around his neck. Trying to pull him as close to you as possible. Moving in with each kiss. Wanting nothing more but to be wrapped around every inch of his body.

But with the angle that the two of you were at caused your two forces to push against the other.

As if he could read your mind he pulled back. Your heartbeat was thumping all the way up to your ears. Face flushed and lips swollen and slightly throbbing. His lust full eyes looking you up and down as he spoke, “And then you show up in my shirt–”

“In my defense I was half asleep when I grabbed it.”

“--without any thought.”  

He reached back behind his head, watching as his biceps flexed from the tight sleeves. Grabbing the back of his collar and pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the side as his pants followed next. 

Propping yourself up onto your elbows as you watched with hungry lustful eyes. Your eyes shamelessly looking at every inch of his body. Your core throbbing in anticipation knowing what was behind those black boxers. Wanting what was behind those boxers.

You didn’t have to say anything before he was already climbing on top of you. Engulfing your lips into his own. Using one of his hands to keep himself from crushing you while the other roamed up and down your hip. The calluses on his palms caused goosebumps to appear along your waist. Wrapping your arms and legs around him. Groaning at the ability to pull him further into you.

Your fingers roaming through his hair. Pulling at the base of his neck. Gasping when you felt the shape of him in between your thighs. This always allowed him to claim you with his tongue. Even though his lips were always soft, sending shivers down when he would whisper in your ear. But the need and heavy pressure only caused your arousal to grow with every second under him.

As if that wasn’t enough, he rolls his hips. Rolls his fucking hips. His now rock-hard clothed dick was now rolling into your covered core. Swallowing your moans and using it to deepen the kiss. Trailing your nails down from his neck and to his back. Digging them in deeper every time he would roll into you. Clearly needing more by the frequency of the movements. The marks, that differently would be there for a few days, only allowed him to roll deeper.

But not deep enough.

Growing frustrated with his teasing you crossed your ankles, moving your arms back around his neck. The sound of heavy breathing and the occasional moan was covered up with the sound of guttural screams from the tv. Thankful for your bedroom walls being thick. Because the deep loud groan that came from his lips as you flipped the two of you around would give away what was currently happening to any of your neighbors. 

Looking down to see the blue of his eyes were now covered by his blown-out pupils. His hands roaming your things as you sat. Currently straddling him. 

Tilting your head as your fingers trailed from around his neck down. In a fluid motion your fingers traced every bump and grove of his chest. Moving from his collarbones to his perfectly shoulders. “I can only imagine how difficult of a shift you’ve had.” His brows frowned slightly but his face barely fell from the lust indulging him. “I mean the way you looked at me when I got there. You were just itching to touch me.” You teased your voice calm and slow hearing his small intakes of breath as you moved your fingers. Each of his muscles flexed as your nails dragged their way back over the curve of his shoulders. Resting on either one of his pecks. 

Reaching down and going for his lips before moving your head to the side of his neck at the last second. Causing him to let out a groan that deepened when you started to suck and bite at the skin. “Aren’t you a tease sweetheart?” His hands roamed from your hips to the curve of ass. Tucking two of his fingers under the waistband of your underwear pulling on them. Trying to get your attention in the only way he knew. Knowing anytime his fingers were near you pussy it would only send even more arousal through every vein and nerve in your system. 

Finally satisfied with what you deemed a masterpiece on his neck you replied, “Wonder who I got it from?” 

You matched his own sly grin looking directly into each other’s blown out eyes. 

It was like a silent bet had been silently agreed on between you two. Seeing who could take off the others underwear first. Which you obviously won, greedily dragging your thumb over the tip of his dick. Feeling his fingers gliding the black fabric down your body. But getting caught because you were still straddling him. The feeling of your touch and the need for being fully in you he quickly ripped either side of the fabric before tossing it to the side. The now ripped fabric joining his clothes on the floor. 

Your eyes widened, and you let out a gasp. Well, more of a moan. Because even though you should be mad that he ripped a perfectly good pair of panties off of you the act had only succeeded to turn you on even more.

“You are so buying me more.” You let out a small laugh watching as his eyes squeezed shut before opening once more, his teeth greeting. You had fully wrapped around him. Twisting your hand around his shift while using your thumb to collect any and every drop of the pre cum that leaked out from his tip. “I’ll buy you whatever you want sweetheart; I just need more of you.”

Your smug smirk only grew, the thought that if anyone could see them now, they would never let him live this down. You have such a hold on him to the point that Tim Bradford is begging you. Only putting up with all of your teasing because you cause him such intense pleasure. Needing you and only you. Knowing that no matter how much you two go back and forth at work moments like these is what truly mattered. The hunger, the wanted, the need for the other person and only the person is what kept you two stuck together. No matter how much you annoy each other.

“That sounds like prostitution to me, Tim.” 

You watched as the moment he opened the jaw to say something smart-ass back you pressed the red blunt head against your wet entrance. Slowly setting yourself on top of him. The remarked he had planned to say was replaced with low stretched out fuck. 

Matching his own curse feeling him stretch and fill you. Barely feeling the way his fingers tug into your sides, clearly fighting all the urges to cum right then and there. And for a moment it helped ground him. That was until you started to move. The focused and steady gaze was immediately changed to a darker one filled by need and lust. 

You could feel your heartbeat in your eardrums as you moved up and down his shaft. Soft whimpers mixed with breaths leaving your mouth as you did. Earning groans from the man under you as you slowly moved up and down. 

Craving more friction, more fullness, more of him, you started to roll your hips into him. It only happened two times for Tim to be able to match it. Pulling you forwards before helping you roll back, but not before thrusting upwards.

His eyes never leave you. Looking up at you with such love and lust that made you lightheaded.

The thrust upwards hits directly in the spot you need. Always baffling you how fast he could find your g-spot. Guessing it just meant he knew your body that well. The new motion is exactly what you both need to get you worked up and close. Stretching and filling every inch of your pussy. Feeling the warmth of this fullness spreading up your body. Keeping your eyes on him. The way his messy hair was messy but in the sexiest way. The beads of sweat started to form on his skin. The way every muscle flexed, and vein popped as he fucked into you. That stupid toothy grin that made you weak in the knees he had when catching you observing. “Always take me so well, baby.” The little nicknames that made you melt whenever he called you them.

It was all enough to get you close.

But not enough to get you over the edge.

“Helps when you feel so–fuck–so fucking good.” You cursed out right as the head of his cock hit the spot extra well.

Another round of these motions was all you needed to realize what you needed. And all Time needed to do was look at you to see what it was. Nodding his head, feeling his calloused hands move. One traveling down from your hip to your clit. While the other just tightened its grip. “I got you, just be a good girl and keep those pretty eyes on me.”

The extra stimulation to the bundle of nerves with those two words was exactly what you needed. Once he felt you tightened around him, he didn’t hold back. Hitting your spot with every single thrust. Taking two of his fingers drawing circles to chase after every thrust. Causing the two sensations to build to such intensity. Your hands moved from his chest, where they had kept you balanced, to now gripping his shoulders. Your nails digging into his skin which drove him insane.

Mouth a gap trying to say how amazing this feels, but because how amazing it feels you can’t. Tossing your head up towards the ceiling, mouth hung open and eyes rolling into the back of your head. Feeling the coil in the very bottom of your body start to tighten. 

Just before it snapped the feeling on your clit stopped. Letting out a whine you went to look down at him before it was always done for you. His hand held your chin forcing you to look back down at him. “Eyes on me baby,” You leaned down and gave him a slow and hungry kiss before opening your eyes before pulling back.

Tim’s thrust didn’t start off slow or tried to build back up. No, instead that ruthless slammed up into you. Followed with the same intense circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sudden sensation. Quickly blinking your eyes back to focus on him and only him. Seeing the raised brow on his face from when your eyes rolled back changed to an amused lustful expression. His ego only growing at the sight of you. Not wanting to lighten up on you until he hears your crying his name. The thought has his balls tightening and the pressure on your clit. Wanting to feel your pussy drain him of everything he has.

When your movements grew faster matching his own need to chase his release was all tell he needed to send one last thrust up into you to cause the coil to snap. Your walls clenching around him was the last thing he needed. Hissing with a string of curses and hot ropes of cum spilled inside of you. While his name mixed curses followed as you slowly rolled your hips into him chasing and drawing out both your highs.

The soft humming sound of your apartment's air conditioning mixed with the sounds of the end of the movie was all you could hear. A soft blissfully smile broke onto your face. Blinking as you realized that your room wasn’t the light calm blue color of the morning sun barely peeking up. Instead, the bright yellow and orange color filled every small gap that your blinds didn’t block out. “I think I need to say I missed you too.”

He let out a small laugh before pressing his lips together, “Yeah I guess that was one hell of a way to show it, huh?” He remarked looking up at you with nothing but adorence. 

Helping you slowly climb off of him and tuck into his side. Pulling the blanket, the was shoved to the foot the bed up and over the two of you. Kissing the side of your head as he pulled you further into you. 

Looking up to him as he watched the tv start to play the squeal. Watching as his brows ever so slightly creased as he tried to remember if you had shown him this one before. Taking in a small breath. His cologne was still lingering even after his long shift. And the wave of content and comfort feeling his body next to you. His arms around you. The shifts were unpredictable, long, and sometimes scary. But here he was, by your side and safe. 

Feeling your eyes on him, that same toothy grin appeared looking at you. Scrunching your nose up at him before reaching up and peaking his lips. Nuzzling your head into his chest. 

[mennany]

I did a thing

(Please tell me the fonts are readable. I spent probably 24~ hours on them just so I could use them in my art.)

Original by VioletMadness7 on Twitter/X!

[alexandr-az]

adorable seamless pattern showcasing cute vector illustrations floral clipart, daisies, akin to a perfectly smooth A4 sheet of paper. multicolored flowers, Wall tapestries truly can do it all bright white wall, akin to a perfectly smooth A4 sheet of paper.multicolored flowers,By Stephanie Law — just a seamless, silky expanse, wildlife photography, vibrant, cinematic, fashion, poster, painting, photo, 3d render, illustration, conceptual art

Title: Symphony of Nature by Stephanie Law

Concept Description:

Start with a base that is as immaculate and smooth as a pristine A4 sheet of paper. Imagine this to be the canvas, where no visible texture or imperfection interrupts the continuity of the elements placed upon it.

A symphony of vibrant, multicolored flowers, blossoming seamlessly across the expanse. The main floral motifs will be various daisies and accompanying foliage, arranged in a pattern that does not tire the eye, where each connection between the elements is invisible, creating an eternal field of florals.

Vector illustrations and floral clipart should blend in naturally, with soft transitions and a palette chosen to dazzle. The colors will lean towards bright but not overwhelming hues, creating a feeling of looking at a garden through a brightened, cinematic filter.

Alongside the flowers, insert small creatures such as butterflies or bees captured with the clarity and precision akin to wildlife photography. These should not dominate but rather complement the flowers, adding a sense of life and movement.

For dimension and depth, we will intersperse subtle shadows and slight 3D render-like enhancements to give certain elements the slightest lift from the page, making the viewer do a double-take on whether they're looking at a flat pattern or a textured surface.

Amongst the blooms and creatures, fine details akin to the intricate work of Stephanie Law, renowned for her watercolor representations of natural elements interwoven with fantasy, would add an exquisite touch. Small, seemingly hand-painted touches that bring character and uniqueness to the tapestry.

The edges of the A4 canvas would fade gently into a bright white wall, suggesting that the pattern has the potential to expand infinitely beyond the confines of paper, transforming spaces with its seamless charm.

Every now and then, a conceptual piece of art — a flower that might spiral into an infinity symbol, or a bee with delicate gears for wings — can provide a moment of surprise and philosophical pause, invoking the merger of nature and imagination.

Finally, the overall texture should mimic the silky expanse of a well-curated gallery artwork. It could be placed on a fashion poster or translated into a painting, each medium accentuating different aspects of the art.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Hehe funny vine humor

[markus-h]

At the beginning of spring you can imagine how the forest would look like 20 years later. - If it were not a commercial forest

[yuwuta]

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.

[ahkaraii]

another shamelessly self indulgent whump drawing, this time along the veins of"what if robotnik got injured on a mission and stone got to go Unleashed™" :3c

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus: Logan's hand touching Wade's thigh