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[tortured-artist-tourney]

TORTURED ARTIST TOURNEY

Yusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5)

Actually an Artist Mentally Ill Parental Issues I'm worth however much my art is I need to find beauty Art and Mental Illness are tied together Eccentric Artist / He’s just weird Broke Bitch Burnt Out 😔

Painter (Archivistbot)

Actually an Artist Self Destructive Mentally Ill ("terrified of being nothing, so tired of being everything.", forgets to eat) Haunted by the Arts Eccentric Artist Sacrifice Themself for the Arts Queer ART = IDENTITY

art of The Painter is from @myownnovember's comic!

[cobalt-knave]

some poll options taken from @garecc

More people should know about Meaty Archivistbot

[archivistbot]

hey Dr Denham! whatcha working on?

DR. DENAHAM: Erm… Ethical stuff.

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[vulpinecircuitry]

oops all paulings! if you recognize these paulings you may be entitled to financial compensation @mayor-skeleton @cerealmonster15

[myffithealienn]

Once again

[hi-speedroids]

I made character and i have no idea what to name them

and im really bad whit names so pliss help

[kavalyera]

For Tevy:

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

20. if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Tevy usually wears her hair like these examples because she’s a cutie patootie and also for practicality :3 She might add a headband to cover her third eye but her hair is pretty thick and she usually covers it with a patch + her hair

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

Answered here!

15. how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Even as a mortal, Tevy only had her mom with her since her dad passed away before she was born. Now, she has her two adoptive moms/sires that got her into the Sabbat so all is well! Family-wise at least. She lives with those two and another packmate

20. if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

Tevy can indeed drive, but she barely uses her car and instead decides to be a passenger princess at any given moment but that’s okay. Her car is tidy (from not being used) and the color is some boring grey

tevy asks🎀

[cfcreative]

Headcanon for Kory’s Tadfools/Companion Crew in particular:

After Astarion asked Kory what he looks like and gotten her awkward response, Kory brings it up at dinner around the campfire the next evening, much to his initial dismay.

It’s during a lull in conversation when Kory awkwardly breaks in with, “Astarion hasn’t been able to see himself in a mirror for a long time and I’m no poet nor an artist. Can you help me describe him?”

Immediately this turns into chaos.

Lae’zel start reciting Astsrion’s exact height, weight, and other statistics. Wyll and Gale begin arguing about the shade of Astarion’s hair (“It’s bone white!” “Nonsense, it’s mother-of-pearl!”). Karlach is trying her level best, but her descriptions are all colored by her time around demons and devils (“So you’ve got like, imp-high cheekbones but that classic incubus jawline…) and Shadowheart just fires off “Well, you certainly haven’t updated your sense of fashion in two hundred years…” like Miss Missing Memory is actually on the up-and-up about current trends. Scratch is barking and leaping around because everyone is excited so he should be excited too, obviously.

Volo helpfully offers to sketch Astarion and everything is quiet for a while. Then he triumphantly shares the sketch and Astarion and Karlach both burst out “That’s Drizzt Do’Urden!” Which causes a whole different bout of verbal sparring over Volo’s exaggerations and lies and ALSO demands to know everything about Drizzt…

….meanwhile it is slowly dawning on Kory that she could have just used the tadpole connection to show Astarion what he looks like currently, but there’s no stopping this anymore.

[jayninjago]

tbh if jay is going to be an antagonist its probably just gonna be really minor, similar to the other elemental masters in s4. he´s in it to win it and he wont take any shit from these puny ´ninja´

[tortured-artist-tourney]

TORTURED ARTIST TOURNAMENT

The Painter

Actually an Artist

Self Destructive

Mentally Ill ("terrified of being nothing, so tired of being everything.", forgets to eat)

Haunted by the Arts

Eccentric Artist

Sacrifice Themself for the Arts

Queer

ART = IDENTITY

art of The Painter is from @myownnovember's comic!

Pink Floyd

Actually an Artist

Mentally Ill (abused by school system, paranoia, mentally traps himself, afraid of the world and what he will do to himself)

Parental Issues

[archivistbot]

BEE:

I do not know the fear you have, they do not employ gentle natures. It is the clear stretching of worthless muscles. The hinge incredible, still open. There is something buried, down there, immutable, stole from you some Unseeing physics.

REBECCA: I don’t want to die…

BEE: “Survival is serene,” returns suffering for painful remembrance. If there is she. Behind be a rushing flood of agonizing gulfs, flickering to ill with rude weeds, in some, fouled moons tucked under feral and moaning rocks; squirming uncomfortably small with distended projections. Oracle floods oracle bubbles upon corroded palette cloths, mouths dripping wine. Then flattish there’s, of cruel ears rolled to the plan asking for them, muddy tubes chining to motionless ends.

Once-pure aquatic organisms, on ship along with threaded electronic devices buried anywhere there’s, say, an ocean foaming around it. Which reminds her…

REBECCA: Okay…

BEE: Take a scarlet hour, or endure blizzards, all the while you grow claustrophobic. On my watch, all can burn bright and sore.

REBECCA: Okay.

BEE: It is painful, down there, but I know a dead way past squirming.

[purplecladmerchant]

Those are our adventuring OCs and I get to try new fun brushes on a draw if I want!

[froggy-anon]

Same. Like??? All I see is just hype and as much as I think she's pretty too but the whole fuss is just so off-putting. I think it's one of those instances where I just hate something because the hype and people who r obsessed with it make me gag and the shallowness of the character simply disappointed me.

Idk whats the huge thing about that one BG3 tav Evelyn. Like?? Okay? Shes conventionally attractive but what more is there?? I seriously dont get the hype

[enden-k]

ALSO I FORGOR TO MENTION ABOT THE COMIC!!!!

BBYS SARAN POINTY TEETH!!!!! ON EVERY FRAME!!!! theyre so important to meeee😭😭😭

can we get the same big smile with canines showing from grown up saran? pretty please?

— sarans mom anon

ohhhh but he smiles a lot w his teeth showing!! <3 or shows off his teethies

unless youre asking for a doodle where he smiles all boyishly like he does as a baby? (i dont mind at all drawing requests for my ocs slkjnbakvjcn so yes you can!!!)

[hi-speedroids]

What if I redisagn evry disagn i have done for aus agen

Just what if

What if I redisagn my ocs to (cus someone stole my disagn and they were not slik abot it at all) just what if I make my disagns better out of spite

Just what if