#drawing something for that. thinkin about it

[c4tn1p-ars3nic]

Vaelox's shitty taxidermy hobby

[lylahammar]

Zorella, the centaur pop queen ✨

Thank you to everyone who helped me by voting on her final design in the poll from last week! I'm so so so happy with how she turned out 🥰

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

i thiiink hes soooo prettyabyway

[pcktknife]

SORRY ONE MORE THING ABT PONIES. my favorite part about ponyfication whether it's me doing it or someone else is the thought process behind it. like this character is a pegasus to me and this is why. here's their cutiemark and what it exactly represents. the color and pattern of their coat is like this because of this that and the other.

[parfaitmew]

I can be your angle or yuor devil

I just wanted to draw my mc as a demon queen, then i had to draw an angel version to go with it♡

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your charles is so pretty godddd

thank you !!!!!!! i love him........

[szilverer]

bleeding heart, stormy eyes, teethy smile. the clawed captain of the Starlight.

me: damn reisz might get another bout of depression after all this... the delight made the orphanage seem cute, they're feeling That Weight again, and worst of all, they're the type of person that could get addicted to the rose-coloured vision the shattered mask gives & want to live wearing it....

storm himself, god of the zee (??): gotchu fam. worry not. thunder euphoria be upon ye.

me, who only stopped by london to read letters: :0

man. it feels so good when rng gives me major character developments at the most fitting points... finally reached stormy-eyed for the first time right after my ghostie Finally started zailing around & begun getting enamored with the danger of piracy (due to all the explosions, the fire, the chase making them feel their heart beat i.e. feel alive. which is what they crave the most)

So! Evolution.

Evolution has not been treating them well and i love it so much for it lmao. In many aspects it has been like reliving Light Fingers which was. Mildly traumatizing by the end, yeah. I don't think saying goodbye to the Naturalist is gonna hurt as much, but they can't deny they started to care about the guy & they'll be affected by it.

I need to emphasize: Reisz is, deep down, incredibly lonely. Good ol' "lonely in a crowd" syndrome. Ever since LF they were left with a boosted sense of alienation, losing the (already little) ability they had to relate to the average londoner. It's not everyone who goes through something Like That after all. There's like 3 people they can talk about it but they only feel comfortable bothering one.

they foresaw this, ofc, it's exactly why they kept edward alive. alas it's not like escapism bullying him in the nightmare castle instead of going to veilgarden or a pub is gonna fix their alienation issues. prob made them worse actually.

So?? To meet a guy that's going through some fucked up otherworldly shit?? To feel like they're not the only one constantly tossed around by events beyond their control, someone that in in-game terms seems to be playing through an ambition. Someone they can relate to. This is important to them. This friendship– they like to think they're close enough to call it that at least, after all they've been through– is surprisingly important to them & they genuinely want to help this guy instead of feeling forced to do so.

Looking forward to see how this is gonna end 🤭

[bloo-the-dragon]

*holds nebula like hamborger* what am i to do with you.

[destrachan]

Darling time Darling time

[thedeafprophet]

Afternoon dress by Jacques Doucet, 1903

[keeps-ache]

love music so much, i'm gonna make some noises about it !!

[todayisafridaynight]

I know it'll be a cold day in hell when Masato asks for Jo's input and actually listens but sometimes I like to think about Jo helping him pick out his new name. He never gave himself the opportunity when he was born and Arakawa had his turn yk... only he put actual thought into it and Jo's just like It Sounds Like Jo 😭😭

THAT WOULD BE CUTE WOLUDNT.... whenever i think of jo getting small chances to be a dad i feel my heart and soul grow 50 times its original size i SWEARRR (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

[skinrubberized]

shoutout to the medfet enjoyers. couldnt be me. im a boring person with medical trauma for whom it turned out to be only that and not a kink. Sad!

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

the gay desire to play tf2 bc it genuinely looks really fun but the rational counter being that i dont play multiplayer games. nor do i play video games besides nintendo rpgs. so id load into a match, get blown up 50 times, have no clue what im doing and get called slurs in chat

[op1umeyes]

thinkin about emotionally strong reader falling apart into bf’s arms… :,)

     He knows it’s bad when you can’t bring yourself to say anything: no witty remarks to play it off, no humble shrug to show that it didn’t phase you- not even a weak joke that you’d heard from passerby during the previous week. He would have known anyway but he knows how bad it is when you can’t hide the wobble in your chin when you meet him at the door and melt into his arms.

     The sound of your stifled cries weaken his heart because he just knows how long you’ve been trying to hold it all together. You don’t know that he sheds his own tears at your sorrow. You don’t know that he feels his own pained heart grow just a touch because you trust him enough to be able to comfort you- to run to him when there is something you really can’t make better.

     When you finally stop trying to smother out the sound of your cries, it breaks his own heart into pieces because your grief is his. He doesn’t know what to do in this pile on the floor- your arms wrapped tightly around him in fear of him leaving with one hand resting at the top of your head and the other one of his hands supporting your neck as you weep into his shoulder- so he just holds you.

     And later, when your cries turn hoarse and the tears run dry, you let him pull you to your feet. He carries you to the dark bedroom because he knows you get headaches after crying. When you still don’t say a word he goes to the kitchen and scavenges some Tylenol and a cup of water.

     He knows you don’t like to feel helpless- to feel like you need to rely on someone. But if he’s being honest, he likes being able to care for you. He likes how you curl up with your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him. He likes how you let him draw shapes on your back because you secretly love the physical touch. He likes how you let out soft sighs throughout the course of the movie because he knows you’re still awake.

     But most of all, he likes the intamacy of being the one you run to when it’s all too much because damn it all to hell if he made you feel like you weren’t free to be vulnerable with him.

[urcoolgf]

TATTOOED HEART

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. makeout. suggestive content towards the end.

summary. rafe gets a new tattoo, && surprises you (peep the ariana inspired title)

"appointment, or walk-in?," the man behind the counter asked. he had tattoos all over—full sleeves on both arms, ink up to his neck, and a few facial piercings.

"appointment for rafe... rafe cameron," he replied, his nervousness peaking through his 'tough guy' front just a little.

"sure, man. right this way," the worker led rafe back into the room. a few people were currently getting tattooed, a few pierced. there was art all over the dark walls—different tattoo styles, and other artistc pieces. he guided rafe to a black, leather chair before sitting himself in the artist's stool adjacent to it.

"i'm zach, by the way. i'll obviously be your artist today. so, what are we thinkin' of doin' rafe?," his vibe was calm, which put rafe a little more at ease—though he would never admit he was anything but completely chill about this.

"yeah, i got a pic. i want you to put this... right here," rafe replied, pointing from the picture on his phone to the spot just over his heart.

"nice. sounds good, man. let me draw up a sketch, then we'll place it, yeah?," zach replied, immediately reaching for his ipad to begin a sketch.

once he had finished it, he turned his ipad around to face rafe, but leaned over it, so he could look at it while explaining the different aspects of it to rafe—what colors would go where, and how he was going to shadow it.

"that looks perfect, man," the blonde said only semi-excitedly—he was still rafe cameron after all—he had a reputation around here.

"alright! i'm gonna have you take off your shirt. i'll place it, and then you can go look in that mirror right over there," he pointed to the wall diagonal from the chair, "and let me know what you think," he continued, "any changes, and i mean any, you let me know, okay?,"

"got it," rafe said, stripping himself of his t-shirt, and laying back in the chair. zach placed the stencil over rafe's heart, leaving a blue ink on the right side of his chest. he stood up, walking over to the mirror as instructed, analyzing the position and style of the temporary ink on his chest before it was permanent. he walked back over to the chair, and sat himself back in it.

"it's awesome," rafe nodded his head as a smirk spread onto his face.

"cool, man. alright, go ahead and lay back. we're gonna get started," zach said, turning around in his chair to grab some new gloves and other materials that he placed on his tray.

the soft buzz from the tattoo gun rang through rafe's ears as he felt the first few strokes.

not as bad as he thought.

—

"zach, man, you did an awesome job. this looks amazing. thanks a bunch," rafe said, admiring the now permanent ink in the same mirror he looked into a couple hours prior.

"happy to hear it. my buddy ryan's gonna get you checked out up front," zach replied with a smile, beginning to clean his station.

"thanks, man. have a good one," the blonde said before heading to the front counter to pay, and obviously leave a generous tip. rafe would never show it, but he was so excited to go home and show his girlfriend.

—

"baby! i'm home," rafe shouted, loud enough for it to travel throughout tannyhill. he was already excited, but his smile grew when he saw you hurry down the stairs, ready to throw yourself into his arms before he stopped you.

"wait! wait," he laughed, holding you in place by the sides of your arms.

"what?," you had a kind of sad look on your face, thinking you did something since he didn't want you touching him, "something wrong?"

"no, baby. nothin's wrong. wanna show you somethin'," he said, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. you stood in front of him with absolutely no idea of what was going on. once he pulled the shirt over his head your eyes shot open, and your jaw dropped. it was covered by clear plastic wrap, but it was plain as day what it was…

your eye. tattooed. over his heart.

the artwork was absolutely stunning, it looked so real. you reached out to graze your fingers over the plastic wrap—carefully. as if you could mess it up. as if it wasn't permanent.

"is that… that's my eye, rafe," you said without taking your eyes off the dark ink, shock still evident on your face.

"yeah, that's kinda the point, sweetheart," he laughed, bringing his hand up to cover yours, and press it into his heart.

"i– i don't even know what to say, rafe… you got a tattoo?!," that wasn't the prominent question, but you really didn't know what else to say. this was the sweetest, most unexpected thing he could have done.

"said my heart was yours forever, didn't i?," he asked with a smile, although the question was hypothetical because, of course he had said that, “now everyone knows.”

and he meant it.

“this is so sweet, rafe…,” you began, lowering your hand from his.

“but…?,” his brows furrowed, he felt the follow-up coming from a mile away.

“but… it’s also sexy as hell,” you said, eyes narrowing as you pulled him towards you. he wrapped his arms tightly around the small of your back as your lips collided. you could feel rafe holding back a smile against your lips, and it drove you mad. he moved his hands further down, playing with the plush of your ass a bit, before moving even lower. he bent down slightly to place his hands on the backside of your thighs—which was code for 'jump'.

with no hesitation, you jumped into his arms without breaking away from his lips, running your hands through his buzzed hair. rafe began up the stairs, still kissing you until you pulled away for a moment.

"you have no idea what that tattoo does to me… you're getting it tonight, rafe cameron," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making his eyes roll back. you pulled back to look at his face.

"oh am i now?, he said quietly, eyebrows raising as if he didn't believe you.

he believed you. and boy was he looking forward to it.

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