#Off On A Comet

[tomoleary]

Gerald McCann “Off On A Comet” Classics Illustrated #149 Splash Page 1 Original Art (Gilberton, 1959) Source

[reineydraws]

mishanks sketch dump bc ive been doodling them to de-stress or when i need a break from other pieces lately ✨️

[queerquaintrelle]

Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812 (Canadian premiere)

[omaano]

WIP WIP WIP

Remember Wolffe from early March? Now he's getting his pack! All because I really just wanted to draw Comet with that hair in particular :3 (I just really want him to style his hair after the tail of his namesake, while braiding it back for bucket reasons, ok?)

[tornado1992]

Sonic dressing up baby Tails in something like this

[spaceiis0daz]

marina in side order

DO NOT POST ANY SPOILERS/LEAKS UNDER THIS POST I DO NOT WANT SPOILERS I WANT TO PLAY SIDE ORDER BLIND PLEASE AND THANK YOU. IF YOU DO SO I AM BLOCKING YOU. /SRS.

[yendts]

absolutely obsessed with @rewritingcanon ‘s fic Magic Hour and had to make some art for it ✨

please go check it out you will not regret it:

[puppyeared]

sketches for sleight's van, the Magicmobile ^_^

[iamthecomet]

first time sending you anything bc I'm shyyyy and still new to the fandom buttttttt how do we feel about mean!rain being out meaned by cumulus????

it's horny hours out here

Also I love your blog and your writing is spectacular ❤️😍

Ahhhhh!! Welcome and thank you!! I'm glad you're here! How do we feel about it? We feel REAL FUCKING GOOD ABOUT IT. almost 1k of Mean!Rain and even meaner Cumulus under the cut.

Cumulus’ cheeks give easily under Rain’s fingers. Pressing in hard until he can feel the ridge of her teeth, until her lips are forced to pucker. He holds her firm, her head tipped up to face him. He bends, puts their faces close enough together that they’re sharing breath. He squeezes a little more for good measure, hopes she’ll break–that she’ll whine. 

He can picture it, her knees buckling out from underneath her. Slipping to the ground at his feet. Eyes glazing over as she folds and falls just for him. But it doesn’t happen. Her eyes stay clear. Icy in color and emotion. 

Rain feels the first prick of uncertainty at the base of his spine. Rain swallows, shakes it away. But Cumulus sees it–they both know it. A crack in his facade, in the armor. She’s been bratty all day. Asking for this with eyes and actions. Looking for a fight. 

Rain doesn’t lose. Not usually. But Cumulus doesn’t usually want to win. 

Rain lets go of her, shoving her head back as he does. Scoffing, rolling his eyes. Acting disinterested even as he feels heat and nervousness curl in his belly. Seeing her like this–hair a mess, lips kiss swollen, eyes fixed on his face. Fists balled at her sides. She smiles at him, and it makes him feel cold. His cock twitches in his pants, filling out more and more the longer this goes on. 

“Kneel,” Rain points to his feet, the order firm and uncompromising. It’s not a request.

It’s late, they’re in her room. The moon is high in the sky, casting through the huge windows above her bed. Her hair looks almost lavender in this light. She doesn’t move and Rain feels control slipping out of his fingers, sliding away through the floorboards and down. He grapples for it, pulls his spine a little straighter, stares at her. Her gaze might be cold but he knows he can be colder. 

This is his game after all. 

Cumulus scoffs, laughs to herself like Rain doesn’t matter. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? Kneel? Pathetic.”  She spits the last word at his feet and Rain starts, shudders. 

“Cumulus–” he starts to warn, but then her hand is on his face. A mirror of how he held her. Fingers digging in, nails sharp against his cheek.  Lips pressing together. She pulls and Rain bends–doesn’t have a choice. 

He thinks if she squeezes any hard she’ll draw blood, and he hates the way he hopes for it. This is not how this was supposed to go. But he’s fully hard now, pulsing and aching in his sweatpants. Unable to hide the way they tent. He clenches his fists at his sides and tells himself he’ll fight for this–for the right to pin her down and fuck her until she sobs–even though he knows he’s already lost. 

Cumulus holds them nose to nose. He breathes her in. Fresh linen. Snow. Dominance. “Do you know what we’re going to do, Rainy?”

Rain shakes his head. He should pull away. He should pull her hair. Should spin her around and press her face to the wall and take the way she likes, but he can’t bring himself to move. Pinned beneath her gaze. She likes this too. So does he as loathe as he is to admit it. 

He swallows, mouth dry. 

“You’re going to lay down. And I’m going to ride your face until I’m satisfied or you suffocate. Whichever comes first.” 

Rain’s stomach drops, swoops. He almost doubles over with it. His cock kicks, hard. His knees are going to be the ones that give out. There’s a flicker of fight still in his belly but it’s doused as Cumulus shoves him backwards, hard. His knees catch on the edge of the bed and betray him, dumping him onto his back into her nest of plush pillows. 

Cumulus is on his lap before he can even prop himself up. Knees on either side of his hips. Her silky sleep shorts and his sweatpants the only thing between them. She pulls her t-shirt off, baring her tits to him and the moonlight. He wants to touch and taste. He leans up a little further, intent to get his mouth on one of her nipples, to roll it between his teeth. But then she moves, rolling her hips in a slow grind that has all of his brain function stuttering to a halt. He can feel the heat of her as she slides against him. Rain’s elbows give out. He throws an arm over his eyes and lets himself feel.  He groans as she presses down, her hands on his chest, nails digging in, pricking through his t-shirt. 

“If you’re good–and you survive–maybe I’ll even let you cum. Sound good?” 

Rain nods, but that’s not good enough. Cumulus grabs his wrist, drags his arm away so she can look at him. Eyes still cold, unflinching, disappointed. Rain’s stomach swoops. She must feel how it makes him throb. She grins down at him, devious and debauched and Rain can only stare back. Breathless and needy. All thoughts of taking control gone, replaced with the need to please her or die trying. 

He takes a deep breath, flexes his gills, flaring them to life. Her eyes track down to where they flutter at his neck.  He grins up at her, the last dregs of his disobedience slipping in. 

“Yeah, Lus,” He grins up at her, the last dregs of his disobedience slipping in. “Do your worst.”

[grackle-draws]

Behold! The boys!

Filling the Tattoos prompt for my 104th bingo. @clonefandomevents

I had a silly idea based off this scene from the masterpiece that is Starship Troopers.

[bar00knee]

human uni... so pretty

inspo by loverdude !!

[mellifexfarm]

instead of carrying the babies outside in a """box""" or """carrier""" or "some other better method of moving animals from one place to another" I just stack them all on my body start walking

not pictured, the chickens on my shoulders and head

[whizzvin-welcome-here]

‘My child is fine’

Your child listens to Dave Malloy musicals

[brosif40]

☆ GET REAL ☆

[doctortonytchopper]

The only theories I've ever heard of Professor Clover's globe are all 100% always about it meaning the one piece planet used to have like 5 or 6 moons, but I've always thought it was an armillary sphere and I think the Gorosei's names support that so I found some pics to explain why I don't think Clover's globe is a reference to lost moons from the distant past.

This is an armillary sphere aka spherical astrolabe

That's a model of the planetary orbits in our solar system. So that's the irl version of Clover's armillary sphere.

This is the layout of the universe according to Pythagoras

Pythagoras lived around 400 BCE, before humans changed our minds and decided for a while that the earth was actually flat for some reason, but also before we realized the earth was orbiting the sun, not the other way around. (I know this varies by culture but I'm trying not to get too hellishly wordy and going into those variances would take a lot of words, so just know that I know this is a clumsy and too-broad brush to paint history with)

So if you made Earth into [unknown name of one piece planet] in this diagram, and then made that diagram into an armillary sphere, it would look exactly like Clover's model. Because back when the human species thought the sun orbited the earth, we were also only aware of the 5 planets we were able to observe - namely Saturn, Warcurie, Ju Peter, V. Nasjuro, and Mars.

And a world - our world in 400 BCE, or the one piece world in Clover's time - with that understanding of the universe is the place in which a model with 5-7 satellites (depending on if the sun and/or singular moon were included) with the inhabitants' planet at the center would be most likely to exist!

[meerawrites]

Happy Trails Great Comet (Toronto), we shall miss your blazing light, please be caught in our parabola again… ☄️