#and in a bad mood lol

[corviids]

saera cuz i’m bored at work

[notherpuppet]

Radioapple doodles whilst listening to arctic monkeys

[gemharvest]

Hey Karl you think whenever BF or GF just hit Pico with a random hug no matter the circumstance his face just crumbles into the most vulnerable and yearning look and suddenly the hug lasts for 20 minutes because they don't have the heart to pull away when Pico lays his arms around their backs in the most gentle way possible

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yeag..

Close-ups of my personal favorite shots LOL. I also really like how Boyf came out here but he's already Huge in the piece so he doesn't need a close-up.

Do you ever think BF and GF get super emotional when he's soft with them? This guy, known for his fuckin' Bite with an attitude developed partially for self-defense, melting at their touch and allowing them to see his more gentle side? Something that nobody else will ever get to see?

The demon and the rapper are nice by default. Boyf can be a bit of a menace and Girlf is not afraid to show her demonic side when necessary, but they're kind to others as a default, maybe even to a fault. Not that Pico doesn't ever show kindness to others, but he's usually prickly and standoffish; his kindness could come off in ways that read almost as passive aggression. And yet, around the two idiots (used affectionately lol) he's like putty in their hands.

Anyways idk what I'm on abt really I just think if you gave him the choice he would literally melt into their embraces. Safe, and protected in their arms; for once, he isn't the one who has to do the protecting. I think the worst part of a hug to him would be having to let go.

[orykorioart]

From Aug 2022

Sliding in right before pride month ends with some old Blup sketches that I really liked.

[ID: 3 sketch illustrations featuring Barry and Lup.

The first sketch is Barry and Lup, with the trans flag wrapped around them. Barry is leaning in to press a kiss onto Lup's cheek.

The second sketch is Barry and Lup doing a fist bump, smiling.

The last sketch is a full body of Barry and Lup, out on a walk. They are holding hands and smiling at each other. Barry is holding a coffee cup in his other hand, while Lup is holding an ice cream cone. Lup's skirt has the trans flag colors.

End ID]

Also I’m open for sketch suggestions yall I’d be happy to draw Taz fanarts.

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead! 

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back! 

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then! 

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age! 

[jellyjamheadobb]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

If you have experienced this: in what way did it feel bad?

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e01

Izzy: Ed… what if we just… talked it through??? Ed: Ed: Lol. Lmao, even. Ed: Yeah, alright. Sure. I’ll talk about my fucking feelings. Ed: Apparently the way I shared my feelings last time wasn’t acceptable? Not a big music fan, Iz? Ed: How about this, then, since I’m apparently not allowed to express my feelings through song: What if I just go stand in front of everyone and point a fucking gun at my head? Is that okay with you, Izzy? Is that the sort of “talking it through” that you approve of? Ed: Gonna be real with you, man, I really can’t get any more blatant abt my current emotional state than this! Gun under my chin! Babbling nonsense in front of the crew! This is how being Blackbeard makes me feel! Do you get it now? Is this what you fucking wanted? Izzy: ENOUGH! Ed: Oh? Izzy: The atmosphere on this ship is fucked and everyone knows why. Ed: Mhm. Go on. Izzy: The problem is your feelings for Stede Bonnet. Ed: Ed: Yeah, fuck this.

[rat6irl]

I continue to be obsessed with her <3

[seldompathic]

Big ouch :((

[ink-the-artist]

“Social media has made this generation so narcissistic and self centered everyone’s always posting selfies and posting about everything they do during the day” shut up. The human desire to show you exist and you were here is innate and we’ve been doing it since the days we were leaving hand prints on cave walls

[basketobread]

pov: you just asked lunara about her time in the underdark and now she's a completely different person

[greenwith-ivy]

maybe im a hater but zepotha sucks. it's not even the fact that we did goncharov first i dont care about that (lie)! it's that there's no consistency. they're not working together. there's 400 different characters and no plot. it was created to advertise someone's music instead of the other way around. it's taken already shit comment sections and made them 1 million times worse somehow. it's incredibly annoying and you can't avoid it

[hajihiko]

I wish to be as attractive as your art style. You really do just make everyone hot.

well you'd only be pixels on a cold screen with no marks or history or warmth, which to me personally doesn't sound so hot. If I could capture a whole person as if real life (with different wrinkles and marks and hair and fat distribution and hues of colour and expressions) every time I draw, I would. You exist like that already, so if anything my artstyle wants to be like you.

[mistxmood]

okay this is way more fun than i thought it was gonna be

(Please don't tag as ship/billford/etc!)

[ID: "MEOW." Bill Cipher says nonchalantly. He's floating a little ways, hands folded behind his head and legs crossed with his eye closed, from Stanford Pines, when he was younger, with a clipboard in his hand presumably in the middle of taking notes for the portal. "Meow?" He repeats, confused as to what just came out of Bill. Without a second beat, Bill replies, "GROWN ASS MAN."]

[ID: Stanford turns on Bill, now even more bewildered and indignant, and with his hands waving in his huff he exclaims, "Bitch?!" Bill, now seemingly realizing what he had just said, has his eye wide open staring off upon processing the last few seconds.]

[ID: Bill Cipher floats in the empty space, with a hand on his hip and his other pointing upwards as he gives the viewer his word of advice: "ALWAYS STAND UP FOR YOURSELF! NEVER PASS UP THE OPPORTUNITY TO ESCALATE A MINOR DISAGREEMENT INTO LIFE CHANGING VIOLENCE!" He looks very pleased with himself for this.]

[ID: Bill, in his Theraprism jumpsuit, is in the middle of scribbling incomprehensible doodles made up of yellow, red, blue and purple across multiple sheets of paper laid out in front of him. Beside him is a crumbled up paper, and crayons scattered about him. He's looking up, disgruntled, at the unwanted company of Dye Cipher, the artist's billsona, who is a black triangle with rainbow cracks and a splatter of Euclidean blood over his front. He also has a top hat and a bowtie, goes by he/they/ze pronouns, and is currently in the middle of phasing through Bill's cell wall, eye closed with zir hands clasped together saying, "How are my sweetie pee?"]

[ID: Dye already looks visually scrambled, like uneven RBG layers, presumably from crossing between planes of dimensions to enter Bill's cell unnoticed. But upon his presumed disinterest of responding, Dye grows in volume until their eye is big enough to swallow him whole, closing the distance between them as ze opens zir eye to reveal his unstable scribble of a pupil, with yellow teeth framing his eye. Ze looks even more incorporeal and unstable, uneasy on the eyes, clipping through the walls of Bill's cell to remain face-to-face with him, as ze says with emphasis, "I Said How The Fuck Are My Fucking Sweetie Pee."

Bill, unprepared for this, has a tight grip on the crayon in his hand as he jerks up from where he's been kneeling to draw upon the sudden close distance, eye wide in alarm.]

[ID: Stanford Pines, older as shown during his appearance in the show after traveling the dimensions, has a hand cupping his face and the other holding open The Book Of Bill as he reads its content. His eyebrows are furrowed but he looks more conflicted, lost, upon what exactly is he reading.

Beside him is a Twitter post by Kira, account handle Sadcrib, with the following contents explaining, "y'all ever open a message and be like "what the fuck am i supposed to say to this""]