#There might be some indulgences in

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[canisalbus]

✦ 2023 summary of art ✦

[daily-odile]

everything is the same except Odile is the one looping

oh. heheheheh. muahahahaha. hold on *digs through my pile of disorganized sketches*

Odile loops au; a sketch compilation!!

Some old fic drabbles + associated sketches under cut (a6 secret spoilers):

hc: Since equipment carries over, as long as Odile uses her book in a fight, she can write down notes and have it carry over loops

toxic doomed yuri (for a more fleshed out fic I highly recommend The Sweetest Thing by soreimoon, it's amazing)

[bruhainrot]

DOL SYDNEY’S QNA

Purityguy responded to my questions about Sydney!! If you have any other questions about Sydney you can directly message them as they get back to you very quickly and very active on discord 🫠🫠

The embarrassing tea response got me going “KID KYLAR U SLY MF💀💀” Man kylar can be cool if he doesn’t have a lack of self awareness.

Sydney pissing Whitney off id like to see that hueheuheu 🍿🍿

edit ion know guys. I feel like there could be a Sydney dismissal event for that last one cause im gettin the chills. As Syd can have a big reaction when PC confesses to them about their broken vow, it’s likely that Sydney would react strongly if PC cheats on them with Whitney during PC/Sydneys pregnancy. Whitney might do some cheeky blackmailing like with Kylar. Siding with Whitney leads Sydney to break up with the PC as a result. Just a speculation. So far we have Whitney making Sydney moan during their little fight in the library, being able to impreg/be fucked by Sydney during science class and Sirris prolly be like “thats my boy/girl!!! Grandchildren rahhhhh” in syd’s future pregnancy content, so ima expect something real funky.

So far, I can think of two long-term consequences:

Dismissal event: Sydney feels betrayed.

Sydney may not be able to let go of what happened, leading him to make a stupid long term plan to kidnap the PC. He may end up kidnapping the PC in the adult shop/his house's basement for some kinky bdsm session cause he doesn't want the PC to leave him due to abandonment issues. PC developing yet another stockholm syndrome.

edit edit sydney sucks at science, damn sirris ur own kid lacking in ur own class 💀

[hongluboobs]

Twitter really liked this one so u guys get it too (with additional context from Twitter in the frame

[yourocdoeswhat]

If your OC is considered over-powered for your setting, what is it that sets them apart from the rest? How do they use it to their advantage? How does it impact them?

[brawlmetaknight]

what if i told you guys i had an elaborate smash bros AU and incidentally meta knight is dating princess peach. what then

[sentientstump]

beef

transcript:

Etho: Oh man, I'm hungry...

Pause: Yeah, me too.

Beef: how hungry?

[momo-t-daye]

...okay, so I suppose Christmas in 1995 was on a Monday and if the winter break is generally two weeks long and starts on the weekend before Christmas, then maybe the first Occlumency lesson (on a Monday evening) was on the 8th of January and Severus Snape was not yet 36 years old, but, ah, time is wobbly etc.

Has Severus taken the role of "Godmother" faster than Harry has managed to adapt to Sirius' revelation/declaration? Maybe, yes, probably. Does Voldy demand student drama and gossip from Severus? Yes.

Part Two

[yuri-is-online]

Traditional fantasy isekai au where:

Yuu is isekaid to Twisted Wonderland as a child, in a setting that's hundreds of years before the main game, and is adopted by a family there. Maybe Grim is a normal cat that came with them and gained the ability to talk and do magic out of a desire to protect his best friend. They grow up and train as a soldier of some sort out of gratitude to their adoptive parents to protect them, eventually leaving their place with Grim in search of adventure depending on where they landed:

City of Flowers! Yuu who was raised by the people who lived in the Court of Miracles and wants to get a job with the city guard to help fight for the rights of their adoptive home. They're helped by a friend they made as a child, the son of well respected parents who came to heavily rely on Yuu after the loss of his younger brother. Now a well respected legal student with his eye on a judge's seat, Rollo is hiding a deadly secret: he is a powerful mage and you are one of the only people who knows. He's also desperately in love with you and at real risk of going insane if something bad happens to the one good thing he has left in his life.

Land of Dawning! Yuu who hunts monsters along the coast line and finds a badly beaten merfolk on the beach and patches him up without a single thought. The man scolds them when he wakes, wondering why Yuu is so unafraid of what he could do to them now that he's awake only to be met with a shrug and a warning that poachers much less kind than Yuu are in the area who see non typical mer such as himself as monsters. Yuu happens to have a bounty for them. Oya? Jade says he's quite aware of that and what's more, they have his brother and a dear friend. Won't you continue to assist this poor, unfortunate soul in rescuing the only family he has left in this world? He doesn't have anything to pay you with. Something about his attitude makes you roll your eyes but so long as you don't have to split the bounty four ways you say you'll help. Pleasure doing business with you he says, and you both go to sleep that night confident you won't get attached to the other at all by the time the job's done.

Clock Town! Yuu who used to be picked on for not having any magic by the delinquent gangs only to find themselves in a party with one of the worst of the worst torn between being hurt Deuce doesn't remember making fun of them or impressed with how determined he is to turn his life around vs Deuce who absolutely remembers but has no idea how to appropriately apologize so he just makes it his mission to bring you home from every mission unscathed, even if it's at the cost of his own health. He swears he'll say it eventually, he just needs to find a way to not make an ass of himself by saying something stupid like he loves you.

Farm Kid! Yuu who gets recruited by Ace for his party because he literally can't get anyone other than you and Deuce and ends up being the glue that holds it together. Ace is dumbfounded as he watches you successfully recruit Jack, Epel, Ortho, and even Sebek without much trouble and hates himself for ever thinking about abandoning you as soon as he got better party members. Yuu who knows that's what he wanted to do from the start and resigns themselves to him leaving when Riddle makes his offer only for Ace to stay with Ramshackle Party because he's "too busy looking after them" to be a card soldier, hiding the burns on his hands from when he punched the Arch Mage for insulting you. He can surpass Riddle's party on his own any day.

[isjasz]

The brainrot (help me)

There is now Part 2

[canisalbus]

forgive me if this has been answered previously, but what were the circumstances around vasco finding out about machete's death? i'm heartbroken but fascinated to think about what his immediate reaction could have been

They don't live together, Vasco was at home in Florence at the time. Either someone who knew of their relationship managed to alert him of the murder, or he showed up in Rome to visit him just like countless of times before, and one time he was just gone. He would've missed the funeral for sure, and since Machete doesn't have family, his belongings would most likely end up escheated and subsequently liguidated by the church. He certainly wasn't remembed fondly, for the most part it was like he had never been there in the first place.

I don't want to get into the details but of course he was devastated. The threat of death was a constant presence in Machete's later years, he survived at least a couple of assassination attempts and his health kept getting worse. I think he tried to keep Vasco in the dark about how bad things were exactly, but Vasco didn't miss how his fear of death ramped up in intensity towards the end. So it wasn't a complete surprise when he found out they had finally gotten him. For a long time he had hard time not blaming himself for it, thinking whether he could've done something to prevent the outcome, whether his presence would've changed how things played out. Over the years he learned to live with the sudden and violent end of their relationship, but the first few years were extremely rough, the whole ordeal broke him in unprecedented ways and he never fully recovered to his previous state.

[scificrows]

i like to make fun of murderbot for being all "i hate everyone, i don't care about anything or anyone, fuck off" while simultaneously caring very much about the people around it and the situations it finds itself in. i love how it "accidentally" ends up caring quite a lot about the friends it makes along the way. but i think something that i tend to forget is that murderbot actively decides to care - at least at some point in its story.

idk, as a person that struggles with depression, this paragraph from artificial condition really resonates with me. prior to all systems red, murderbot had contracts. it had routine and it had protocols. it knew what it had to do to just get by, how to perform so no one would notice it had disabled its governor module. it was deeply depressed, yes, but it was functioning (for lack of a better word). in artificial condition, murderbot's routine is gone. it cannot go on in that state of numbly going-from-contract-to-contract, putting in as little effort as possible, consuming media to cope. that option is gone because it escaped (and note that escaping the company was not an active choice, it kinda happened to it). murderbot has two options now: it can either gather all its energy; actively do something new and difficult and distressing; change something in its life and try. or it can let the numbness and the emptiness take over and stop trying. if murderbot wants to survive as a rogue secunit, it has to try. no matter how difficult that is. the wording in that paragraph really hits home for me. the way the non-caring sees an opportunity to slip in and to take over. does murderbot even care? does anything really matter? is anything really worth the hassle? wouldn't it be so much easier to just let your mind slip away a little, to go numb, to be passive, to watch media and wait for things to happen to you? wouldn't it be nice to stop thinking and struggling and feeling complicated things? to stop making an effort? you've been dealing with a lot lately and maybe it's time to just shut down. maybe you'll just take a little break. just slip deeper into this chair and start the show. time flies when you're not paying attention. trying is exhausting. who cares if you don't do the things you wanted to do, you were supposed to do. it'll be fine. let's just ignore those things for now. just let the non-caring take over. just stop thinking. you can deal with the aftermath later. just watch your shows. who cares. but murderbot cares. it decides to care. it decides to fight with all it has and i think that is so brave. and i think in the later books caring is less of an active decision for murderbot. once you start caring, it's easier to keep going than to stop; and murderbot, for all its "i'm a grumpy rogue secunit, leave me alone" behavior, knows just how important caring is. so it's not that it doesn't know what's happening; rather, it lets itself care. tl;dr: caring is not the default for murderbot, it's just the more difficult of two options. and it decides not to take the soft option. it decides to struggle. it decides to care. and so it does.

[st4rstudent]

people seemed to like the last design so here's another drawing. this time featuring a surprise guest. haha wow whos that guy...

no dialogue ver

[typingbunny]

I’m so into you 🎶🎵🪩

Imagine clubbing with Tara and your colleagues and a certain doctor decides to tag along …

Not too explicit but I’m still putting a little warning bc there are implications of alcohol and sex🍸

You initially went out with your colleges to celebrate wrapping up the newest case of an influx of wanderer attacks near the national park. The attacks had finally started to cease after months of exhaustion for all of you.

After a while Tara suggests that you guys check out the new club in the area. At first you’re a bit hesitant because you didn’t plan on staying up that late nor drinking too much but decide to just spontaneously ditch that thought and tell yourself to live your life and make the most out of it.

And you did …

Within less than 40 minutes of arriving at the club, you’ve had at least 6 random guys coming up to you chatting you up or buying you drinks. Now, accepting drinks from strangers is always a tricky situation, but you figure that since you have so many of your close friends with you, you’ll be fine (let’s be honest Tara convinced you to take the offer)

“Pleeeease it will be fun pinky promise. AND don’t you think it would be incredibly rude to not take the drinks? I mean they’re freeeeee soooo? We can even share them with the others.” Tara tries to convince you with her damned adorable puppy dog eyes and it worked.

Right now you two, plus Jenna who you’d much to her chagrin just pulled along to the dance floor, are singing and dancing while the others who tagged along are sitting in a booth near the back of the club, enjoying themselves over said free drinks.

Most of them are colleagues from your division. However one of them is Zayne.

He had texted you earlier this evening asking if he should pick you up from work, but after telling him your plans for the night he went offline for a good minute before texting you back mentioning that Greyson wanted to check out that new club for the longest time so the two doctors tagged along.

While Greyson is pretty outgoing and a kind soul you still didn’t take him for a clubbing sorta guy. Speaking of not much of a clubbing sorta guy: even less than Greyson you had taken Zayne for someone who likes to party. He normally doesn’t drink alcohol nor does he particularly enjoy dancing, at least not that you know of.

Earlier when the two doctors joined your group, you were slightly taken aback by seeing Zayne in an all black outfit rather than his white lab coat you’re used to seeing him in. Of course you’d seen him in different outfits before, his so-called casual attire: a grey trench coat over a turtle neck or a white dress shirt and tie but the black button down hit differently. You felt like a medieval man lusting after an exposed ankle, the way your eyes were trained on that one little top button he left unbuttoned. You felt your cheeks redden and slightly ashamed when he caught your stare and you quickly cast your eyes elsewhere avoiding his piercing gaze, but you could still see a corner of his mouth rising from your peripheral vision.

~~~~~

Fast forward to now, you three girls are still dancing and singing your hearts out on the dance floor when a guy comes up to you and starts dancing with Tara. She is blushing hardddd and you immediately know that he is exactly her type. You go girl! It doesn’t take too long and they are in their own little world and as a slower more sensual song starts playing you and Jenna take that as your cue to take a few steps aside.

“I need a drink”, Jenna shouts over the music and as neither of you is really feeling this song you huddle over to the bar. Jenna orders a Gin Tonic and you take a Martini.

~~~~~

Soon another guy approaches you two and starts up a conversation. He is wearing a tight white T-shirt that leaves little to the imagination with how low his v-neckline is. He has what the kids call old money blonde hair that is parted in the middle and frames his face nicely, it’s giving beach boy. You snort internally as his appearance reminds you of “I do beach” Ken because that’s the vibes he gives. You scold yourself for being mean reminding yourself that he is just trying to get to know you. As he speaks, you notice how perfectly white his teeth are and even though you couldn’t care less you try to focus on what he is saying over your loud thoughts and the even louder music.

Meanwhile, Zayne has been eyeing that entire interaction practically ignoring Greyson who has been chewing his ear off since they arrived, rambling about a farming simulator game, one of his patients introduced him to today. He has always been a bit of a yapper but in a cute way as he tends to talk with his whole body and face the more excited he gets. He is quite into farming and dreams of living on a farm once he settles down.

Suddenly the blonde guy puts a hand on your waist and Zayne’s grip around his glass tightens until his knuckles turn white. Due to the distance he can’t make out what the guy is blubbering about, but he’s certain that it’s no more than brainless bullshit anyway. Watching the guy weasel around you, getting way too comfortable, Zayne starts counting down the seconds in his head as his patience runs thinner, the alcohol in his system not helping his situation.

A wave of relive washes over him as he watches you detaching yourself from the guy.

That’s my girl

Zayne relaxes a little bit. He knows you can fight your own fights, but for multiple reasons he cannot fight the urge to keep his eyes trained on nothing but you.

~~~~~~

One of your favourite songs starts playing so you try to get away from this guy. You excuse yourself and try to get Jenna to accompany you to the dance floor.

“Nah I’m good” she reassures you as she holds up her half full glass.

Going up to the dance floor all by yourself is intimidating but you can’t skip dancing to this song just because of some nerves or getting self- conscious. Gathering all your confidence you strut to the dance floor as you remember how cool you thought Zendaya looked dancing by all by herself in that new movie of hers and you’re determined to embrace that spirit.

The first 3 seconds feel a bit awkward but once the singing starts you lose your all inhibitions. You feel the base rushing through your body, vibrating within you, the adrenaline pumping through your veins and you feel like the hottest girl in the club.

You’re not the only one who thinks so, as Blondie from the bar respawns and approaches you from behind. You had been feeling eyes burning themselves onto you and you figure it was him.

Well it wasn’t. Well yes it was but not only his.

Zayne’s resting pulse is back to 180 as he watches those grimy hands rake themselves over your body. Without another word he stands up and leaves Greyson to talk about how you maximise your crop and turn it into the ingame currency to invest into something to convert it … whatever.

~~~~~

That guy was getting on your nerves but you ignored him for the most part until you felt a hand on your hips.

“Sorry buddy but I’m not up for touchy”, you lightheartedly tell him off hoping he’ll back off.

He doesn’t.

“I said I’m not up for touchy”, you repeat a little louder because maybe he didn’t hear you over the loud music.

Still not reaction. Suddenly his right hand travels up your side heading straight to your chest.

“I-

“Did you not hear her?! Even from over here I could hear her so maybe you want to get your ears checked I know a few specialists I can connect you with.”

Zayne stares the guy down as he looms over him. Zayne isn’t much taller than him, maybe an inch or two, but the guy all but shrinks as Zayne seems to be crushing Blondie’s hand that had been exploring the landscape of your body with his own scarred hand. You notice that Zayne’s sleeves are rolled up now, which grants you a prime view of his forearm muscles flexing as he increases the force with each passing second. Zayne leans down to the guy and whispers something you can’t hear into beach Ken’s ear and he immediately shuffles away.

“Thank you” you shout a little awkwardly over the music, still swaying back and forth to the rhythm trying to seem unbothered by this whole thing, blocking thoughts of how attractive his (over-) protectiveness is. Girl what is wrong with you?!

Zayne looks you up and down, eyes flickering up to your eyes and then slowly down your body again. You do feel vulnerable and exposed at how openly he is gawking at you but it’s also an incredible ego boost to know that he is looking at you like you’re a glass of water in the dessert.

Oh, baby, look what you started

The temperature's rising in here

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move

Before I make a move (ooh, ooh)

“No need to thank me” he leans into you, his lips almost brushing the shell of your ear.

“What did you say to make him react like … that?!” Zayne flashes a smile and looks away for a second before his gaze darkens.

“Don’t think about it too much. That’s not meant for your precious ears to hear.”

Your stomach does a little flip … stupid butterflies.

So, baby, come light me up

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous

But, baby, that's how I want it

Puzzled, you cock your head to the side and a strand of hair falls into your face. Without thinking twice, Zayne reaches for it and gently brushes it behind your ear. Your skin is burning at the soft touch and you want more.

“Dance with me” you ask as he eyes you with a look you can’t fully read. No reaction. “Come on Zayne, humour me, please .”

“I thought you’re not up for touchy”, he teases and you can’t help but smile. Would Zayne be touchy? Seems unlikely.

“Well it’s different with you”, you respond and Zayne raises his eyebrows a little like he often does when he feels intrigued or challenged.

A little less conversation

And a little more touch my body

You feel like you’re about to explode as he places his hands on your waist. His touch is less careful than you had expected and the fact that he can use his hands as a makeshift corset around your entire waist makes you even more hazy than the heat emanating from his body. He smells like expensive cologne, something woodsy and spicy, as degenerate as it sounds: manly. It’s more intoxicating than any of the cocktails you’ve had.

With every passing second the tension between you two grows thicker and your dancing gets more heated. Zayne being a pro at holding eye contact is practically undressing you with his eyes making you feel as naked as if your little black dress was pooling around your feet when in reality there is something else pooling and it’s between your legs. Why does he have to be so tempting-?!

You can’t help but stare at Zayne’s lips wondering if they are as soft as they look like. This isn’t the first time you’re having these thoughts but the first time you’re actually thinking about acting upon your intrusive thoughts.

“Kiss me-!”, you all but plead looking up at him like you’re worshipping him like your god.

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Soft. So incredibly soft. Soft yet forceful. That man kisses you like he is starving and you are more than willing to be the sacrificial lamb to his hungry wolf.

You still can’t comprehend that his lips are crashing against yours as you taste a faint trace of mint and alcohol while his tongue is exploring your mouth.

As you embrace him to get closer, as if that’s even possible with how you’re grinding against him pressing your chests together you’re sure he can feel your hard nipples through the fabric of your dress, your hands find his neck and Zayne suddenly moans into the kiss.

Jackpot.

Of course you abuse the newfound information and start playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. Zayne’s grip around you tightens and one of his hands travels down to your hips drawing you closer as he shamelessly toys with your ass. As if that’s not enough proof that your doctor has completely lost control over his desire for you, you feel a different kind of proof against your lower stomach; proof that is about 7 inches long-

Got everyone watchin' us

So, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous

But, baby, don't let them see it

This is crazy. You’re making out in a club with your childhood friend while everyone, your friends, your colleges, your literal boss can watch you.

Yet the only thing on your mind is that you don’t want this to end. Ever.

~~~~~

Zayne is the first one to break the kiss and you instantly worry if it has caught up to him that you are doing more than PDA, you’re practically putting on a show others would charge money for or record it to put it on adult platforms.

Tell me what you came here for

'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more

I'm on the edge with no control

And I need, I need you to know

“How about we get out of here angel?”

“Yes please” , you breathe out pathetically as you feel like you’re making a pact with the devil.

Zayne takes your smaller hand in his to guide you through the crowd, his broad physique functioning like a snow shovel as you trail behind him like a lost duckling.

However, he quickly notices that he’s practically dragging you behind him and checks in if you’d rather not leave with him telling you that it’s okay.

He’s on an entirely wrong track and him checking in with you only heightens how much you feel like a puddle in every way possible.

You’re struggling well because firstly you’re wearing your highest heels + you just made out with the hottest man you’ve been in love with for a literal decade so of course your legs feel like they are going to give in any given moment.

Confessing the state your legs are in even while omitting the reason is beyond embarrassing because of course Zayne knows what’s up, but your cardinal need to be alone with him and repeat what you just did as soon as possible but this time horizontally, outweighs your ego.

Zayne, pragmatic as usual, has a quick solution for the problem and throws you over his shoulder and starts to carry you out of the club. He makes sure you’re decent but you can still feel your face turning red especially with all the blood that had been flowing between your thighs no rushing to your head. On your way to the door, you can spot the people you came here with eyeing you two as they laugh like someone cracked a joke.

As you pass Jenna on your way out because she is still sitting at the bar, you’re 99% she actually said “Use protection. I need you at work.”

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Btw these are the outfits I’m referencing

Me and my husband ♥︎