#deviant daily

[leonilakot]

Catra 🐈‍⬛✨

[hollipolliyozza]

tiger!!!

[aemiliuslives]

It's almost that time of the year again. I can't believe I've done it so many times and for so many years. With 210 characters (plus all I've done off-challenge), it's probably my largest production of anything ever, at least as far as quantifiable things go.

It's pretty simple, for a whole month I 3D-Sculpt a different character every day. Mostly I stick to fan art, but I've done a few OC and I probably will do that again this year. I did this challenge for the first time on September 2015, as a one-off. Then I brought it back on April 2017 and stuck with it as an annual thing it until now. It's very time-consuming and I always end up losing sleep and prioritizing it over anything else. I don't know whether I'll be able to pull it off again, but I'm willing to try one more time 😅

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 4/∞

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Ship: RK900/Gavin Reed, RK900&Connor AUs/Tropes: Reverse AU (kinda), secret identity (but it's complicated) Prompt: Gavin is the android that worked with Richard (but everyone calls him Nines) Stern during the revolution. Their partnership was very complicated from day 1, but it gets even worse when, during a mission, Richard finds out that he himself is one of the androids he despises so much.

Extra details: First of all, in this AU I imagine Connor and Richard as "brothers". Like, at first Amanda adopted Connor because she saw in him the potential to be a smart man that could follow her footsteps and help build new technologies to make the world a better place. But as soon as he showed an interest in becoming a policeman instead of working in tech, she started building Richard with Elijah Kamski's help, just to prove that Connor would never be the best detective because Richard would always be better than him. Amanda was so focused on this "revenge" against her own adopted son, that she basically was blindsided by her sickness and she was dead before she even had a chance to activate Richard. Connor, that always dreamed of having a brother and didn't really care to be "the best", asked Kamski to finish his job and even offered some of his memories so that, when activated, Richard would believe that they were adopted together and that Richard looked up to his older brother so much that he decided he wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps. Kamski even goes so far as to actually create a fake identity for Richard. Basically, Richard is a deviant from day 1. Or at least he reached deviancy so early on in his life that neither Connor nor Kamski can pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Still, seeing him being his own being and growing from the base of the programming Kamski built into him, pushes them into actually finding out what it is that allowed him to become deviant, and program every other android to have the same potential for deviancy. Still, exactly because he's a deviant, Richard develops a hatred for androids exactly because he has so little memories of Amanda in the first place and he blames her work on androids for her untimely death. Like always, in my head I didn't really care about the actual incident that causes him to find out he's an android. This is an idea for something that's more focused on Nines accepting who and what he is. Gavin is basically doing the same thing at the same time, since he became a deviant basically just weeks prior to finding out that Richard is an android too. Also, there's a chance to explore Nines' relationship with Connor, since he would feel betrayed by finding out he's been hiding him the truth. There's also friction that comes from before the revolution between the two, because I imagine Connor would try to explain to his brother why he shouldn't hate androids. Basically, it's a messy situation but there a lot of things that could be explored. Like maybe Richard taking a little bit of time to decide if he really wants to still be a detective or something.

[irisofink]

Dreamworld by Dazzling93 on @DeviantArt

Today I made the DD on Deviant Art. In the twelve years I've been on this hell-site and that one, I merely wished for a platform to inspire me, dump thoughts and collect that what my mind comes up with- in the most inconvenient times.

It's fun that some people see it, amazing if they respond.

But having your words been read by 150k people in just a few hours is just crazy.

Never in my wildest dreams did I believe I could make that wall - a wall on the world wide web I love to look at.

I've always wanted to become a writer, but having finished two books - and lots of stories brewing - I keep hesitating to take the next step. Doubts flitting in. The nerve to leap buried beneath questions and anxiety and honestly, the time!

Today I felt a nudge and I feel a tad overwhelmed and extremely giddy.

[skydalorian]

Love the image of Dracula just yeeting anything reflective out his windows.

[deviant-donna]

Have I liked a fic of yours but not reblogged it?

Never fear, I absolutely will! I’ve started adding longer fics to my drafts so I don’t forget to read them later. Either that or I’ve queued the reblog. I will always reblog.

[leonilakot]

Scorpia 🦂

[undeaddredhead]

Damn okay, I should ask about my sex life more often. Checks out though, I have been feeling myself lately.

Deck is the Deviant Moon Tarot.

[cyndoestarot]

Daily draw: Ten of Wands

Burdens, hard work, barely managing

A creature walks along carrying as many sticks as it can hold.

Yeah, midterm today plus watching the kids, plus rearranging the house and everything else. This one's accurate for sure.

[frogbearwhatever]

Daily Drabble 317- Spur

There were countless horrors in those early days.

The Lord Protector’s harsh decrees enacted with savage, ruthless devotion by his men.

Synagogues, mosques and the churches of the other denominations were torched. Bars and casinos raided. Libraries and schools were cleansed of all heretical media.

Dissidents and sinners were imprisoned. 

Resentment grew, a simmering tension beneath the surface.

When the Lord Protector’s forces hung the singer it boiled over.

A pretty, popular girl, she was found guilty of immorality, heresy and indecency.

Her songs became the rebellion’s hymns, her name a rallying cry.

The resistance of New Manhattan had begun.

[soullessdianthus]

Pervy!Rudy pls? I don’t see much for him but godddddd I need it

A/N: JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, you can't imagine how loud I screamed and kicked my feet, when I saw this request! I like Rudy so much, he deserves more attention! For sure will write for him more! Some headcanons and a little story at the end!

Warnings: perverted mind, but Rudy is a possessive softie, nsfw (masturbation, scent kink, touching under the table, some dirty convos in Spanish?, inappropriate dry humping to warm reader)

✧°. Rudy is very aware of his perversion. He knows he shouldn’t imagine doing anything deviant with you or it shouldn’t make his manhood painfully hard. He was way beyond that age of sudden boner because of a girl. 

✧°. But since you had been transferred by your superior to be stationed with Los Vaqueros, Rodolfo couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of you. Somehow every interaction with you became exciting, intoxicating even, making his heartbeat go faster. 

✧°. Especially in the evenings that were lonely, when everything slowly quietens down, soldiers going back to their dorms after a long day. Perv!Rudy would lie in his bed, staring at the ceiling or trying to focus on a book, but the uncontrollable desire forces him to recall your last interaction with him, when one of his palms sneak under the hem of sweatpants onto his throbbing dick. Rodolfo just needed to get rid of that tension and fantasies of you were the only solution! :(

✧°. He could picture your face really well, the sound of your voice and laughter. Also those whimpers or heavy breathing while on a mission that caused you to be so exhausted. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy would like to make you tired in a different way though. He would show you how beautiful you are and how good care he would take of something that was completely his. 

✧°. Your person had become a sort of one, big fantasy of his, since your presence brought him comfort on a daily basis. You were so kind and sweet to him – sitting with him and Alejandro in the canteen, politely listening to their stories or tacky jokes.

✧°. At some point Rodolfo offered to teach you Spanish. Of course you knew some, but weren’t fluent and it might come handy while being in Mexico with them. Obviously he suggested such a deal to spend more time with you. 

✧°. And not long after, you two were walking everywhere together. If not interrupted by Alejandro, of course.

✧°. “Quiero agarrar tu culo, chiquita. [sp.: I want to grab your ass, little girl]”

✧°. “You want to… my… sorry, what? I don’t know those words, Rudy.”

✧°. “Don’t worry. You will.” 

✧°. He tried to be sneaky about his dirty remarks, but Rodolfo missed the point in time, when you began understanding conversations in Spanish. He noticed only when he said something similar again and your cheeks flushed bright pink. But it was just a silly joke, right? 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was hypnotized with your smell – he couldn’t determine if it was a detergent you washed your clothes with or a body wash that cleansed your soft, smooth skin from the dirt. If he only got a chance to stand close to you, he would discreetly inhale the scent of your hair. 

✧°. Perhaps, when he was standing right behind you, correcting your posture as you aimed forward at the shooting range, his head leaning over your shoulder to devour the sweet scent of yours.

✧°. And it got him thinking, what would your pussy smell like? What would your juices taste like on his tongue? Divine for sure. <3

✧°. Perv!Rudy would be strong on “marking his territory”. If you ever mentioned that you were cold near him, he would give you his hoodie without hesitation or doubt. The sight of you in the oversized clothing — a belonging of his, drenched with his scent and sweat would make Perv!Rudy go feral.  

✧°. Due to his hospitality and kindness it didn’t take long before you fully trusted the sergeant major. You didn’t mind his touches, even when he kept his hand over your shoulder or back almost all the time. His touch was warm and gentle. Always. 

✧°. You weren’t uncomfortable even when he began to playfully squeeze the plush of your thigh under the canteen’s table like it was his stress ball. 

✧°. Because Rodolfo is a thigh man, you cannot convince me otherwise. If you ever happen to wear thigh socks around him, he would pass out from euphoria.

✧°. One time, he saw a basket filled with your clean clothes and a certain pair of panties caught his attention. You left the laundry room for a moment as one of your friends pulled you out for some gossip. Perv!Rudy hesitated for a while before he snapped those panties from the clothes pile and tucked them into his pants’ pocket. 

✧°. Later that evening he would inspect the cotton material, pouring between his fingers, before wrapping it around his pulsating and leaking shaft. Rodolfo would pump hips into his own fist, thinking what you would look like, sitting here beside him and helping Rudy with his aching erection. :( 

✧°. He needed your help so badly – your innocent looking eyes glued to his face, waiting for further instructions on how to satisfy Sergeant Parra by stroking his thick, meaty shaft. 

✧°. Lately, while a mission went very, very wrong – you found yourself and Rudy being taken down the river by its stream. You managed to pull yourself and Rodolfo out of the agitated waters. 

✧°. Your clothes were soaked, tightly fitting to your feminine figure and the loud gasps you took for air – it was the first thing Rudy registered after you pulled him out of the river. He felt your hand pressed against his chest as you coughed out some water. 

✧°. Perv!Rudy was more than grateful and he couldn’t wait until there was a possibility to show how much he appreciated it. Sergeant found an abandoned cabin in the nearby woods – it was your camp for the night, as the dusk had fallen. 

And, oh no! Your walkie talkies were destroyed by the water! You had to wait until the rescue team would find you!

You were walking back and forth between one wall and another, trying to warm up. Every piece of clothing you and Rudy had on was drenched, the chilly air of the night only worsened the feeling of cold. 

A strong shiver shook your body and arms entangled around your torso, while his gaze was stuck on your trembling form. He was getting worried. 

━ We should take those clothes off and let them dry. ━ Rodolfo was older than you and therefore more experienced in crises like this. You knew he was right, but somehow hesitated for a moment, before removing your tactical vest.

━ Yeah, but wouldn’t it be… um, weird? 

You expressed your worries, you didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable! Just as you placed the gun holster and vest on the old, dusty table, next to his gear and weapon, the sergeant stepped closer. 

━ ¿Por qué? ━ Rudy asked, before pulling your long sleeved shirt through your head as you obediently raised your hands in the air. It took every inch of his willpower not to roam over your exposed chest with his palm. ━ If we go in the hypothermia, we’ll be dead in the morning. Nothing weird here, chiquita. 

He was right, the nights in Mexico during winter were cold and you just got out of the river. You had no extra clothes and starting a fire was off the table. 

Both of you continued stripping until all you had left was your underwear. Out of curiosity you took a look at his almost bare form, only his boxers covering some flesh. Rodolfo gathered some old blankets he found in the abandoned cabin and placed them on the floor.

Meanwhile you felt helpless – there was nothing more to do to warm yourself up. Your only option here was a walking radiator in front of you, your comrade Sergeant Parra. You stalked his movements as he moved through the room, placing blankets down. And before you knew, he was reaching his hand in your direction.

━ Ven aquí [sp.: Come here]. ━ Rudy slid himself under the big blanket, before inviting you to join. 

You didn’t hesitate for long, before laying down next to Rodolfo. You turned your back to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to keep the warm within its space. 

A little gasp escaped your mouth, when Rudy wrapped his bulky arm around your waist and pulled you into his muscular chest. His stomach was tightly clinging to the small of your back, his head almost leaning over your shoulder. The short hairs all over his thighs tickled your own limbs. 

━ You’re shaking. ━ He noticed with a worry audible in his voice. With your body pressed to his, he could feel each spasm of a muscle that indicated your early stage of hypothermia. 

━ I-It’s okay, I will w-warm up in a mi-minute. 

You were the textbook example of a woman with low blood pressure and freezing cold hands. You were almost always cold, but in a situation like this it only meant troubles – you couldn’t warm up properly. 

━ Shit, we got to do something about his, no? Don’t want you to freeze here, chica.  

Rudy’s arm that was entangled around your waist, reached down to the hem of his boxers. He took out his cock and began stroking it just like he liked it. Like he always did when thinking of you. 

━ R-Rudy, what are you…

━ Shhh ━ Rodolfo silenced you, his cheek resting a little higher than your temple ━ trust me on this one. 

When the sergeant finally was hard and aroused enough, he placed his cock between your soft thighs, so high up it clung tightly to your clothed pussy. You shifted slightly, but Rudy placed his hand on your hip, keeping you in one place.

He began slowly rolling his hips, sliding between your clenched thighs. His erect cock was almost pushing between your folds to rest between them.

━ R-Rudy, mhm. ━ You whimpered as the warmth of arousal slowly began spreading through your cold body. 

━ It feels better, yes? ━ Rodolfo asked, proud of himself and thanking the God for creating such circumstances where he could finally make you his girl. You only nodded weakly. ━ I need you to tell me, how does it feel now?

━ I-It feels g-good.

Rudy released your hip as it didn’t seem you would wriggle away now. He sneaked a hand through your hip and pubic bone to slightly pull the material of your panties to the side. Only then he could continue rubbing against your bare core, sliding easily due to your arousal. 

The tip of his cock was repeatedly teasing your swollen clit with the firm thrust of his hips. You let Rodolfo gently rock your body in a suitable rhythm. 

━ That’s right, just relax, bonita. Let me warm you up. 

Only when Rudy praised you, you managed to relax, feeling each limb more heavy and slack. His arm entangled around your waist again, the man’s palm making its way under the bra you were wearing. He wanted to play with your pretty breasts, that were tempting him for so long. 

You began to mewl and moan, when suddenly approaching your sweet climax. Your hand reached backwards to grab Rodolfo’s short hair, his heavy panting audible in your ear. 

With each thrust he kept slapping his front against your plump bum. Once he even released your breast to slap your jiggling ass and admire the red mark in the shape of his hand.

━ Rodo-oh-lfo! I’m gonna… ━ you squeezed your eyes shut, before any tears could escape them. Your little whimpers became almost pathetic ━  please. 

━ Good girl, come on, come on. You can do this. 

With a few more thrust against your sensitive nub with his throbbing cock, you felt the strong wave of ecstasy washing over you, causing the back of your head to dig into Rodolfo’s shoulder. 

Soon after you, he followed and reached sweet orgasm too – his length spasming and spurting cum onto your cunny and thighs. 

When you both began to calm down after sharing a sexual high, he turned you around to make you face him. Rudy couldn’t stop admiring your flustered face, lips slightly swollen and red. He traced their outline with his thumb, before peppering your cute face with kisses. 

Rodolfo kept your body flush to his, so no body warmth would waste as he kept praising you for being a good girl for him. He would watch over you while the side of your face sank into his chest muscles and you drifted off to sleep. 

Now, when you were properly heated, he didn’t have to worry about you getting yourself into hypothermia.

[deviant-donna]

My top trio of faves is now a quartet.

Kakashi, Kento and Daichi welcome aboard Erwin and wish him luck for the fantasies I’ve been cooking up about him.

Donna’s Daddies™️

[leonilakot]

Toothless 🐲

[seat-safety-switch]

Someone in my neighbourhood has a ratty old pickup truck. It’s honestly not that old – a Ford from the late nineteen-eighties – but it’s great. Old trucks have a fantastic combination of traits. On one hand, you have an old vehicle, with its rustic charm, temperamental behaviour, and hot gear oil smells of unknown origin. And on the other, you have a vehicle that doesn’t need to be babied. You can still drive it down to the local brick emporium and chuck some bricks in the back. Nobody is wiping it down with a diaper or taking it to the Amelia Island Concours.

It is also difficult in my neighbourhood to find another old-car deviant. Most of the folks who were forced to maintain and daily drive an old shitbox have been evicted or moved away on their own, ideally closer to a parts store. Naturally, I wanted to talk to this truck-owning person. Maybe they wanted to be friends, or they could help hold the flashlight while I tried to work, or they could use the authentic blue-collar-ness of their pickup truck to lure the cops away from whatever dirtbag shit I was up to in the middle of the night.

In order to try and find the home of this truck, I started driving around the neighbourhood. This is harder than you’d think, because low speeds make the transmission in my Volare freak out, and slow 90-degree turns will spill some of its seeping automatic transmission fluid right onto the exhaust. I can only take a few minutes of this at a time, before I have to merge onto the highway and drive fast enough for the wind to blow the fire out. As a result, I never saw the truck while I was driving, only when I was on my driveway or walking to get the mail.

My pickup-shaped phantom is still out there, somewhere. I may never encounter them the legitimate way, but I’ve got a plan: laying a trap. There’s one thing that old Ford truck owners can’t resist, and that’s a bottle of power-steering stop leak. I’ve placed it in the middle of the street, and it’s only a matter of time before the owner has to pull over and hop out. Wait, someone’s stopping. God damn it, that’s a new F150. Get away from there, you bourgeois asshole! You’re probably still under warranty!

[cyndoestarot]

Daily draw: Page of Pentacles

Inspiration, opportunities, growth

A figure sorts through scrap to salvage.

My three year old drew this one for me. I've been job hunting, so I'm going to take this to mean it's a good day to poke through the classifieds for promising openings.