#i just think they're neat!

[eliashirsch]

a few sketches of my favorite characters<3

i've been trying to capture their likeness with various degrees of success:) and i just realized how much rooster really looks like goose

[jicklet]

Nina and Crowley Mr. Six Shots Of Espresso In A Big Cup

[portraitoflestatonfire]

[mandolinearts]

personal headcanon: hob can knit. will knit sweaters for friends. especially friends who spent a century naked in a christmas ornament. dream doesn't understand, but the sweater is comfy. 🧶

[leupagus]

Because I think my tumblr buds are more into the Miss Marple fic than my bluesky buds:

[stickyhunter]

Dungy gang!

[bizzybee429]

fengqing getting together only after 800 years is everything to me actually. I know I've writ so many fics where they were fwb during canon but I think there's just something about knowing someone for 800 years and thinking you know everything about them and then one day your relationship changes and you discover something new

[iersei]

Zexal Month Day 4: The Empress / Women Appreciation

resident girl liker decides to draw a bunch of girls they like

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[Zexal Month Prompts]

Prompts by @zexalmonth

[mercymaker]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💙🌕✨

[onenicebugperday]

Hello everyone I am here to share some moths that are very Shaped

Galasa nigrinodis photo by nlblock

Pachypodistes angulata photo by heimatlos

Arta olivalis photo by salticidude

Gauna aegusalis photo by gumnut

Sacada sp. photo by budak

Thank you I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did :)

[chiquite]

★ Caregiver Peach Moodboard

because I recently saw the movie and because I think she's great <3

[butchfalin]

thinking about status effects... extremely underutilized in fics i really believe this. imagine fighting for your life only to be hit with despair so powerfully that you lose all will to fight, to live — so strong that it literally saps your life from you until all you know is hopelessness and the surety that you're going to die, and you can't even fight that? or a hunger so intense it wracks your whole body with pain, like your stomach is eating itself from the inside out in the absence of anything of substance. it's like you've never eaten before, like you'll never eat again, and it's worse than anything. or you're scared — so afraid that all you can do is run, and you'd like to stay and fight with your friends but you're just shaking with terror and you're certain if you don't run as far as you can as fast as possible you'll be killed or worse somehow and you don't know what's worse but you know you have to leave. or you're shocked so intensely that you can't move save for the spasms of your muscles as electricity alights your nerves, and you can't do anything but grit your teeth as you see your enemies gear up for an attack you can't dodge. or you're frozen, or you're burning, and either way it's so cold it's hot or so hot it's cold and does it matter which it is, really, when the end result is the same: extremities aching to the point where you almost forget what it's like to not be in pain. or you do forget, and suddenly you're in the midst of a battle but you can't remember who you are enough to call to your persona, that deepest part of your soul you bare forth, and you can't remember how to help even though your friends are all fighting. or you're just... confused, and you're not sure what's going on, but maybe there's something in your pocket? and the people around you are shouting but you don't... understand, what's going on? where even are you? or you're dizzy and you can see the enemy but only barely, the world spinning as you stand there and try to get your bearings and swallow back nausea so strong that you know you won't be able to land any hits. or you're in the middle of battle and you're— you're on the wrong side, you're facing your friends and on the sides of your enemies, and really shouldn't you kill them? shouldn't you take them down as fast as you can, even as your enemies look almost familiar, somewhere in the back of your mind, and they look almost scared and don't do anything to stop you from landing your hits except maybe dodge, and why won't they fight back? why do they keep attacking your friends? or—you're on the right side, you know who your friends are and more importantly you know who your enemies are, and you hate them so much that fury burns through you until all you want to do is rip through them with your own two hands, bash them and carve through their terrible flesh and rip them apart with your teeth if you must. and then... the battle ends, or the ailment wears off, and you have to brush it off and laugh about it with your friends and pretend it doesn't bother you to have had something mess with your mind like that and to be entirely at the mercy of it. and your friends all understand but there's nothing to be done about it so you don't talk about it

[angelic-vows]

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𓎟𓎟⠀⠀matching knivio 𓂃 discord lyts⠀.⠀⠀𓉸

Reblog & credit to use⠀₊⠀self indulgent

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[annalrk-art]

gay cephalopod practice

[v171]

I'm already one of those old ladies that latches onto an animal and decorates their whole house with it but how could it not be the octopus???

[leupagus]

Finn/Poe - first kiss

"Okay so I think I'm ready," Finn says, or at least that's what Poe thinks he says. He catches "'m ready" clearly, but the rest of it's a little muffled on account of just having had Poe's cock in his mouth.

"Sure, that's fine," Poe gasps, because agreeing to everything Finn's said since about ten minutes ago has yielded great results. "For what?"

"To kiss you," Finn says. "Or, wait, do you want to orgasm first?"

Poe laughs — he can't help it, he loves Finn so much and has been waiting for so long and they're both so ridiculous right now, Poe with his pants around his ankles and Finn with his shirt off and his bandana still improbably around his neck. Four years of sexual tension and he might come before he's kissed. "I mean, at some point, but no rush."

"Oh, good," says Finn, and clambers up onto the bed and onto Poe, who grabs hold. "Just so you know, I've never done this before, so um—"

"You're a talented amateur," Poe assures him, and touches his lips to Finn's. "But let me show you a few pointers."