very VERY belated and forgot to post this in Sept but happy bappy to Shen Qingqiu. I drew this in celebration (it was the 21st btw)!
His husband just spent the last 3 weeks trying to perfect a modern cake recipe in ancient China. SQQ just woke up from his 12 hour beauty nap. love that for them!
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thinking of being friends with stanford! art. getting tipsy one night and the two of you talking about sex and all that jazz. admitting that you'd never been kissed and art jokingly but not jokingly offering to be your first. your brain is too fuzzy to be shy about it so you nod your head. both of you nervous as he kisses you. art burying his head into your neck afterwards because his face is red 'cause he's wanted this for so long. all of it leading to the two of you exploring each others bodies. not even going all the way, just under the covers with big smiles. lighthearted kissing each other while touching the others body. asking silly questions you'd been too embarrassed to ask before - like how does it feel when your hard? - and admitting your insecurities so the other can kiss them away. just the both of you flushed, happy, tipsy, and giggly as you enjoy one another with no pressure.
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im gonna display behaviors im gonna act in ways.....
i love the idea of just touching eachother under the covers - skating your hand over the silky soft texture of his cock and hearing him hiss - "does it hurt?" with genuine curiosity?
his face pressed into your neck, lips skimming your skin, he seems to really like kissing you there - you think you'll have marks tomorrow - from his mouth sucking on your flesh - nawing it gently between his teeth. "n-no," you feel the hard press of him against your palm as his hips jerk a little, "just sensitive. feels good."
"how is it so silky but hard...." you sound almost awed. he feels fascinating though, you've never thought you'd get to explore like this before. you know what dicks look like in a general sense but you've never touched one - held one in your hand. felt it twitch. "it moves."
art would be embarrassed if he wasn't buzzed, as it is his cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and he's pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw, his own hands wandering over your body, down your back, "cause it likes you," he has a smile in his voice. you giggle and then gasp when his hands cup your ass, palms pressing and kneading at the twin globes. "god, your ass." he whines, mouthing eagerly across your chest now. "you're so soft everywhere..."
"thats good?" you ask with a hesitant lilt in your voice. you dont know what guys like, if your body is appealing, or sexy. arts fingers dig into the fat of your cheeks and he groans. "fuck yes. love touching you - love it. soft is so fucking good, soft is great."
hes hard, you tell him that with a snicker that turns into a moan as you mesh your mouths together messily - tongues licking eachother - the hard planes of his body pressing against your plushness, meeting in ways that seem to fit so perfectly it makes you gasp and whine.
you touch and move together and somehow it ends with your thigh thrown over his hip, that silky cock of his sliding between the lips of your cunt and thats a sensation you love. "wont put it in," he gasps, against your temple, "just - gonna rub it a little."
thats more than okay with you, your hands sliding over the slick sweat of his back to hug yourself to him like a koala. a sexy sweaty tips koala that humps against his sticky length until you're both spent and breathless.
you comb your hands through his blonde locks next. "art?"
"hm?" he sounds close to sleep.
"are we still gonna be friends tomorrow?"
hes quiet. you start to doze off yourself a little, but then he says, "I'll always be your friend, baby."
baby. that sounds nicer than the word friend you think, and then you drift.
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Went insane a lil and drew Humanoid Golbetty :3
The first image is based on this concept sketch by one of the storyboard artists!!
Also cooked up some doodle of the idea I’m using for my first ever fan fiction … (just started writing but when I finish the first chapter I’ll post it here :D)
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I wanted you to use me, you malign, double-crossing, corpse-obsessed bag of bones, you broken, used-up shithead! I wanted you to live and not die, you imaginary-girlfriend-having asshole! Fuck one flesh, one end, Harrow. I already gave my flesh to you, and I already gave you my end. I gave you my sword. I gave you myself. I did it while knowing I’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me.
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I'm seein' some people asking me on my inbox 'how's ink being soulless makes him disabled?' and all imma gonna say is..just think about it. seriously, just think.
he lacks a crucial 'in-universe' feature that defines 'someone's being' that plays a essential role of monster's bodies well-being/composition , his condition greatily affects his ability to function and perform basic tasks, needs to regularly take paint vials that are statted in helping 'him to maintain a composition closest to a normal one' and a lot of themes of themes around his character are about their own dissatisfaction and feeling of insufficiency with himself (for being the way he is)
It's SO obvious, SO on the nose, it's pratically screaming.
Also, if we actually analyse it futher, on how monster's souls are deeply in tune with their magical bodies (like how they get weaker when their souls are hurt), his soullessness basically makes him physically disabled. (saying this as someone who is too)
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