#and the shading there is so fucking good

[bbreaddog]

Taylor Kare (2021)

Bonus:

From his story

[triple-pupil]

Because I think he deserves both sides of the coin.

[stealingyourbones]

Working on the twitch streamer Tucker animatic and I decided to cave and switch from animating in Photoshop to Adobe Animate and oh bOY are the controls confusing

Oh and update on it all, I have completed the script, storyboard, and Tucker’s emotes. Next is voice acting and animation.

[cryptid-condor]

pose practice with everyone’s favorite guy

[aomaoe]

ill pop the wip on tumblr too 😳 but anyway im still constantly thinking about paradise by the dashboard light by @metaldeads so i had to draw for it again. this time a guilty indulgence of eddie gently caressing the inflamed scars on steves face where it splits open.

pls dont look too close this is a pretty rough sketch but i was really happy with how it was turning out i wanted to share :)

[sergle]

nailposting time: i’ve been fiending for a goldenrod color, but i also can’t be spending money right now, so i mixed one up custom. and she is beautiful

[sentientsky]

Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone.

artwork inspired by this incredibly beautiful msr fic from actualchangeling on ao3 (go read it!!!!)

[radbunctious]

What a nice looking young man, surely he wouldn't spread any sort of propaganda!

[its-coda]

My rarepair disease strikes again 😔 he’s protecting his pure white coat

[lordartsy]

A belated merry Christmas, and happy holidays 🦊

[dabislittlemouse]

First one of these I need triggers for so! CONGRATS B TW: Unhealthy/Co-dependent Relationship Dynamics, Stockholm Syndrome, Dub/Noncon, Branding, Self-Branding 

What the fuck is wrong with you?

The phrase echoed in your head as your eyes narrowed at the blue flames of the gas stove. It springs to life with the dull clicking of the ignition, the sound drumming in the back of your mind like a fucked up siren’s call. It looks just like Dabi’s fire. Flickering and dancing on the stovetop like it would on the palm of his hand. After everything he did to you, the very sight of it should make your stomach turn. But it doesn’t. Instead, you feel a sick sense of anticipation coursing through your veins. 

The man had ruined you. You were fucking broken and it was all Dabi’s fault. 

You pulled back the sleeve of your shirt and winced at the healed burn marks that polluted your otherwise smooth skin. He liked hurting you. Branding you. It was his way of making sure no other man would ever think you were attractive. Insurance — ‘in case you ever get the guts to run from me’ — he had said.

But you did run. And you did get away. 

It took months and months of planning and gathering the courage to do so. One night, you just bailed. Dabi didn’t even bother keeping the doors to your lovely cell locked — he was that confident you would never leave him. After all, he’d painstakingly broken you in. Turned you from a defiant, mouthy brat into his precious little slut. You worshipped the ground he walked on because that is what he demanded of you. His personal cumrag to use and abuse however he saw fit. Even if you wanted to escape, you didn’t have the balls to defy him. He hurt you too good — fucked you too good. The feel of his cock was permanently ingrained into your body, each and every one of your holes molded to his shape. It had taken a lot of fucking to get you so pliant and willing. But at the end of the day, you craved him like the desperate whore you were. Like the whore he made you to be. You couldn’t survive a day without getting stuffed full of his cum, begging Dabi to fill you up until you were bursting at the seams. 

At least, that’s what he believed. Until he found your room empty one morning. Part of him felt confident you would come crawling back, begging him on your knees to take you back but — you never did. 

As for you, you thought you were finally free, like a fucking idiot.

The kitchen drawer rattled as you yanked it open. Reliving the memories of being with Dabi was making your hands shake — blood pumping furiously through your veins with fear and arousal in equal measures. You rooted through your cutlery and grabbed a dull butter knife, hovering the blade over the gas-fueled flame.

The truth was, you had wanted to crawl back to Dabi. Fuck — you almost did. Several times. You couldn’t get off without pain anymore. It sucked. Every time you tried to move on and make something of yourself, those fucking azure eyes would pop into your head, Dabi’s voice echoing in your head…

“You’re mine, little mouse,” he cooed — every bit as arrogant and smug as you remembered him being. “You ran away from home but you’re still thinking about my juicy fucking cock splitting you right open, aren’t ya?” 

You snarled at the intrusion and focussed back on the butter knife in your hands. The blade was heating up nicely, a faint orange glow emerging on the dull tip. You planted a foot on the kitchen counter and ran a finger along your thigh. The touch reminded you of Dabi — on the rare occasion he would be gentle with you. 

“That’s a good girl, right there…you’ve been so good for me.” Those simple words could get your heart racing. Despite it all, you wanted Dabi so badly. It was pathetic. If he could see you now, he would be laughing his ass off at how needy you were being.

You weren’t free at all. 

“That’s right, I’m always gonna be with you, baby. Burned into your memory, your body…your heart…” 

You held your breath and pressed the white-hot blade into your inner thigh. A deep, desperate moan slipped from your lips and your eyes fluttered at the contact. It felt just like him. Your skin sizzled and burned as you held the glowing butterknife against it, pressing harder and deeper to make sure the mark would last. If this is what it took to get your fix and keep your dignity — you’d do it. 

Dabi could never know you craved him this much.

Holy fuck-

Everybody SHUT UP, SHADE HAS WRITTEN DARK CONTENT AND I HAVE THE HONOR TO BE THE FIRST ONE TO GET IT ‼️

I'm so weak for this omfg??? Dabi fucking his S/O up and breaking them to the point they start craving the pain and pleasure- I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

As fucked up and sick as it is, I love the thought of Dabi ruining me and making me his, to the point I hate him so much but at the same time I crave him, the emotional mess he'd turn me into, I just want it all, I want him to hurt me and break me and make me cry from the pain and pleasure mixed together, I want him to play with my heart and my mind and shatter everything in me, only for him to build me back and shape me however he wants

“That’s right, I’m always gonna be with you, baby. Burned into your memory, your body…your heart…” 

THIS LINE TOOK MY BREATH AND SANITY AWAY- Shade what have you done to me, I can't be normal after this oh no but when was I ever normal

[sanshinexx]

Here's part two of drawing my family pictures as the Bad Batch because I can and you can't stop me

[flamestar126]

him.

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Minor spoilers below for those who haven't watched it yet

Tell me this isn't how it went rn/j

Dying in the theaters when Floyd's attempt for sympathy/persuasion immediately backfired on him. I wanted his reaction to it so bad

[cak3o]

I don't think there will be a day where I don't laugh about how in the megaman and bass data cds, snakemans "good point" is that he's "a green robot"

[small-spark-of-light]

day 25 was to draw in a style ive never drawn in before!!! so i replicated @zankydraws and @0xeyedaisy

[kittenmoth]

Did I mention Jet lives in this AU?