#but she needs to be inkling

[mythical-bookworm]

I just couldn't leave her out of this! :D More info under the cut:

Plays Nautilus 79 and Bloblobber! (my turf war main)

Headwear is Squidlife Headphones

Clothing is Squidstar Waistcoat

Shoes are Banana Basics

She *always* carries the Rainmaker

She and Marty have figured out combo moves together :)

Oftentimes Marty will be a distract opponents and then she takes them out from behind :D

Jennifer :)

[thebrainrotsreal]

Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333

[spoopers-bloopers]

"No longer sick!!!! I finished playing that new ultrakrill update too! See ya at the fin-end of Big Run!"

[mxwhore]

[punkbooyahbomber2227]

TRY AND STOP ME

[lyralime]

I need pearl to be real

[soupmanspeaks]

Now I'm just thinking what glamrock Freddy's reaction to the underground scooper would be, maybe he would see it, and stumble back. Maybe he'd quickly check his stomach hatch. He doesn't know why he did it. Maybe he'd glance over at the scooping room window in a quick pang of horror. Maybe he didn't know what he was looking for in the glass. But maybe the feeling occurs to him that he's been in this kind of situation before. Surprisingly, Freddy has a thought that the outcome of this weird dejavu is the same as it always was.

He is full of many, many, wires.

This time, he thinks, they aren't going anywhere.

[eatsbooks]

can we get a blurb of emile, in his head, having some sort of affection feelings for his wife? has that ever happened at all, even if he didn't show it or does he always go 🔪 whenever he looks at her?

If nothing else, Adonia is a comely female. There are moments when this fact strikes Emile so intensely that, for some time after, it colors all else about her, blush-pink, petal-soft. The flaws in her canvas fill in with delicate pigment, and she tricks him into forgetting that they exist at all.

Earlier in the eve, she turned her face away from him while he was speaking to her, as she tends to whenever she cannot keep it pleasant. The dark feathering of her lashes swept down, and the shadow they cast settled against the high of her cheeks. Her lower lip, full and plush, set to a wobble. A lovely red suffused her skin, then atop it, a tear wound its glittering path all the way down to the point of her chin.

Emile lost track of what he was saying at once.

In something of a trance, he reached for her. She went very still as he tipped her face up to his, and this made the second tear that fell all the more captivating. He had the urge to bend forth and press his mouth to her cheek, to brush the wet away on his lips, then his tongue. Finally discover how she might taste, if he were to follow its intended path down her throat, between her breasts, along her navel, into her cunt.

He imagined her salty, like her tears; he imagined her sweet, like the way she looked up at him.

Her eyes were big and round and silvery. There was a desperation in them. She wanted him the same way he wanted her in that moment — but then, Emile had always known that. He would have given it to her then, had their tardiness for the banquet not been issue in the first place. Thoughts painted over, he decided to do so once they retired to their chambers.

But the issue is that no matter how pretty a thing Adonia is, her flaws can never stay concealed beneath this veneer for very long.

Because she is a comely female, and she knows this.

Other males know this, too.

Emile watches her from over his cup, dinner near its end, the spice of the wine burning down into his filled belly.

That blush is back on her face as she talks to the male at her other side — the son of some merchant father has taken interest in doing business with. Where it had seemed a thing of beauty, it now looks a stain, smeared along by the wide of her smile. Her long, dark lashes bat and flutter, like he is not sitting here, beside her, watching on as she makes him into a cuckold for all in attendance to see.

Emile places his goblet down with a dull thud, wine sloshing over its rim, spilling from his hand and bleeding into the table covering below.

The batting and fluttering ceases at once. That lewd smile falls away from her face as she deigns to look over at him, to remember he is still here.

Emile leans in, and Adonia shrinks down into herself.

Almost, her beauty overcomes him again. He does not let it this time, not even with her eyes big, round, desperate.

“Why stop at seeming the whore, Adonia?” he asks, his syllables soft and runny but his words sharp enough that he can delight in how they wound. “Why not bend over for him, too? You could do it right here. Spare us all the guesswork.”

Adonia keeps her mouth shut.

But at her back, on a nervous, pathetic laugh: “My lord, you misunderstand. The lady and I were o—”

Whatever more the fool thought to say is trapped behind the smoke now suffocating him.

“I do not recall inviting you to speak to me.”

Practically inaudible below the clamor being made, Adonia says, “Forgive me, my lord. It will not happen again.”

Emile knows she is only saying this to spare the cock she could have ensnared with her blush-pink, petal-soft ways. He waits until the room finally quiets to speak. It takes a good while, with the way he lets air slip into the male’s lungs here and there. But eventually, there is silence.

“No,” Emile says then, “I imagine it will not.”

[scrunkly-cherry]

Woke up and finally decided to make my own "canon agent"-ocs. This is Crimson, my agent 8 :3

Also here's Wave, my Agent 3 🦑

[bmpmp3]

post ankle-twisting clarity

[bandanad33]

Splatoon oc headshots!!! Mainly drew this so they could match pfps on ToyHouse..

[thebirdandhersong]

on the good news train today: I have finally finished the last chapter(!!!) of my Inklings challenge story, which marks the FIRST ever Inklings challenge story I've ever completed properly :'D coming in at 30,810 words (yikes) (it did get out of hand, I must admit), it is definitely not a short story, but it IS a piece that I think articulates a lot of what I've been thinking about lately re: love and death, and, considering everything, is probably something I needed to write. I am very happy!! It has been a wild ride, but a deeply clarifying one.

[xryosakeyx]

Sketch of an old inkling OC I had once (first pic)

[chaosintheavenue]

Me, gently picking up Courier from [REDACTED] and placing her in an enclosure (the Mojave) with a leafy twig and a rock to hide under

Courier: This is nice and all, but... when do I get to go to space?

(imagine this in a movie trailer-esque sequence of quick text frames with booming SFX)

#chaos plays the outer worlds

coming

2025

[scionshtola]

perhaps. new headcanon dropped. that cori stops wearing the fortemps sigil earrings during the stormblood patches. and shtola notices this. and maybe has a little hope.

[pokemonruby]

sometimes i question if i actually have autism (i'm clinically diagnosed LMAO) but then i have a meltdown over a very minor inconvenience and i'm like yeah i am most certainly not neurotypical at least.