#Very rough

[aziracrowbrain]

first attempt (of many) of trying to draw jamesy T^T

i need to study her face more bc she looks quite easy to draw but those eyes tell false stories and in fact she has a vv difficult facial structure to map out correctly.. but alas

if anyone has a “how to draw jfj” guide send it my way

[batllethinker]

Thinking about Ale purposefully acting out just so Jenni will be a little rough with her

[echoesfromtheabyss]

Just a door

[regnigt]

Gintama Inktober

Day 6: Shogun

[kirimisosoup]

oc doodle - forms

[inkkpoisoning]

Rough practise for shading using my funky man OC (wish I could get better quality but for now rip)

Time Spent: 55:10

Possible CW due to character being depicted as drinking alcohol !!

[on1tea]

Nsfw (haha I know I said I'd ease off but honestly the more I write the more Ideas I get, plus I'd like to keep these for reference on a later date so...enjoy ;)

I need to feel him between my legs, swirling his tongue around my sore clit. I need to hear him compliment his precious little pussy and explore what's rightfully his. Feeling him lap his tongue at my slick pussy as long as he wants, his nose pressed up to my throbbing clit while he's drooling along every inch of me, who's holding him closer with my soft thighs, working as nice thick headphones to muffle my desperate moans begging for him to please let me cum!! I want to corrupt his mind with my taste, I want him to only think about me like I do him.

I want to be a sloppy, wet, desperate little mess under him, so obedient when he presses himself up to my entrance with his drooling cock, even helping him in because I'm just so needy to be full, pushing my hips up to his stiff cock like a slut in heat. I want to feel his tip prod at my cervix knowing I won't be able to walk for at least a good few hours while he pumps his size in and out of me at whatever pace he wants. Mm, feeling his grasp on my hips and know that my soft little hip dips were made perfectly for his soft meticulous hands. I hope he likes my stuttered moans, my thoughtless little babbles, trying to praise his every thrust only for my body to betray me and make me cry out a moan instead. I'd love to see the devious smirk on his face when I do, mm either that or the one where we're both in our blissful little dream world. I want his hands on me, I want him to have me whether its face fucking till I'm whining and gagging on him, or on the kitchen counter, eating my cunt till his face is drenched, or using my pussy as his personal fleshlight and drilling his aching, heavy cock into my tight pussy until he's satisfied.

[inkypersons]

Him!!

[nikkisticki]

I have to not draw too much today unfortunately (gotta save my wrist to run a fucking homestuck Tabletop) but I am going to do a few more drafts of Crabtanic

Can't remember who asked for this but I'll hunt them down and @ them when I finish it

[quasar-concept]

best friend's cat is being put down today :(

baby girl Nina has lived a good long 19 years, and is in a lot of pain.

We knew it was coming but it still really sucks, and I feel bad because there's very little I can do for my friend from here, other than reach out and listen when she's ready.

[rapidhighway]

sammy? baby boy blood boy sammy?

hot n cold by katy perry

[tariah23]

Polls like that kill be

[faeringfolk]

night, the escapism oasis where i rinse away this dissolvable mask that blends me, while incompetently, into the swirling colours of the world. the colours of this shifting planet are dull and far too familiar for my left lazy eye to distinguish, while mine stand out like a wine stain on a white dress. not in a superior manner, but in conflicting, black smudge on a white wallpaper, fleck of dirt in the eye, stain on a lace curtain that you can’t quite remove, way.

- a.m.

[zenubi-scribbles]

@spookyflavors Quick little thing. No time to clean it up. Spooky made a good point that I mostly had only Error and Horrortale Sans fan art abound for her. I had to correct that......

[ssaltlicker]

It sucks that pokemon sv has such bad technical issues, because its genuinely a terrific game aside from that. The storylines are genuinely interesting and exciting, the gameplay (for the most part)) is still interesting (needs tweaking), the character designs are really fun, it’s surprisingly funny, and its packed with general stuff to do. But all anyones gonna talk about are the shitty graphics and technical problems.

Edit: also it legitimately has the best ending of any pokemon game holy shit

[luwianskies]

Soulform

A potential start for a new story that will hopefully blossom into more!

They say you never forget your fist time.

But I don’t even remember…doing it.

I don’t remember the shape of my soul, the one that opened up the world to me. I only remember when it happened.

I remember that night so clearly. Mom and Dad were fighting again, yelling about some undone chore of some sort. My two brothers, in their shared bedroom, were fighting about who to blame for my parents’ fighting.

And me, in my bedroom alone hearing both fights at once through paper-thin walls that allowed no secrets, had finally had enough. I snuck out at the loudest of the two-way yelling as quietly as possible, and went out as far in the field outside the house as I could.

Everyone kept telling us not to go too far out in the grass, or too deep into the woods beyond. You’ll get lost, they say, like that cousin everybody has but barely remembers that did just that, and was never heard from again.

I remember the moment my feet touched the ground outside the door. I remember the moment the grass started to brush against me as I went. I remember looking up at the clear sky full of stars, cloudless and moonless.

I remember the moment when walking in that grass was no longer enough and I started running, relishing in the distance from the shouting voices I gained as I kept going. I even remember the intense dissatisfaction I felt at running on two legs, and the strain on my back. The way I suddenly wanted nothing more than to throw myself forward and grab the ground in front of me, and force it behind me to push myself onward, further. The way the wind started singing in my ears, whistling at my speed. As if I could, with enough momentum, throw myself into the air and catch the wind…

But I don’t remember the moment it happened. I don’t remember feeling my body change shape, or even the moment I realized that it had changed shape. There is only that sky, the earth below, the wind all around, the peace of it all as I did nothing more than simply go forward, keep going, go, go   go   …