#it was so sweet and nice at first

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton draws Vanny’s FNAF fursona,,

[wis-art]

you should read fire punch and dorohedoro

[j-stararts]

Finished gates to infinity for the first time a couple days ago

The oshawott/axew Kyurem experience.

[soosoosoup]

Happy (late) Valentines!!!

[auspicioustidings]

Graves who sends a package to the 141, an apology all wrapped in a bow. It would have been better if it was a fucking bomb because when they find a girl inside the box they aren't equipped to deal with it.

She's well trained, all gussied up with a collar and pretty, lacy underwear that hides absolutely nothing. So eager to please, blinking awake, smiling and immediately in a pretty stress position with her ass on her ankles and her knees splayed wide.

And they can't take advantage. They shouldn't. They're the good guys, they don't use girls who have been fucking broken into little sex dolls. It's sick that they're getting hard from the sight. Price hurriedly covers her up with his jacket, tells her it's ok now and that she'll be looked after. She just smiles because of course they'll look after her. She has absolute blind trust in her new masters as she has been taught to. If they hurt her, then it's only to help her in a way her little mind can't understand.

It's torture of the worst kind. She wants to please, wants to warm Gaz's cock while he is sitting playing video games as his dolly, wants to rim Soap out in the showers to help him while he's stroking out some tension as his obedient toy, wants to cook a full roast dinner dressed for Price and offer herself up to give him babies as his perfect little wife, wants to give Ghost a place to put all that anger and violence he's itching to unleash as his stupid fucking slut. And every time they have to gently stop her, have to look into those big doe eyes as she apologises for not being good enough, not being worthy enough.

She screams and cries bloody murder anytime they try to get her off of base, get her into a place that can try and undo all of that conditioning. It's bad enough that the doctors say they can't take her, not without keeping her drugged into unconsciousness the whole time. They need to try and help her, need to keep attempting to get through to the human underneath the doll. Once they do that then there's a chance she could recover and handle being away from them.

They're good men, but it's just such a stressful job. They're good men, but it's really quite cruel to not let her earn the praise she wants so desperately. They're good men, but it's rude to not accept a gift. They're good men, right up until they aren't.

[thirddoctor]

For so long, I only felt what she wanted me to. Now I have to do it for myself, and I feel like I'm drowning.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[satans-knitwear]

My baby looking like an actual teddybear in the background on the left.

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[perplexingly]

that was so sweet, I'm beginning to see what people see in Astarion...

[silverware-is-interesting]

i walked past this store in a mall today called fossil that had like. watches n jewlery n purses or something and i thought of. fossil objectified so i drew that.

idk how this kinda looks decent tbh this is only like my 3rd time drawing them. like, its not great, but you can tell it's her, so, i call that pretty good :P

[puppyeared]

Was nobody gonna warn me that I would fall a little bit in love with every character in Stardew

[catocappuccino]

He got a sweater WITH A DOG ON IT?! So happy and joyous

[featherphoenixart]

Happy Mid-autumn Festival!!

[ifuckeduplol]

i can't believe dadhara is fucking real i thought it was some babygirlification thing and that he'd drop that kid at the nearest walmart first chance he got i'm sorry for doubting you king

[possamble]

Have you seen that short where Marcille goes to an "ex-dungeon lord support group"?? It's so funny that it EXISTS at all but it ends with her being awkward because everyone there lost something great and she's sitting there like "uh... I lost the will to do my hair." But it's so sweet because her hair is styled in that short by someone who cares for her 🥺

I did!! If I recall correctly, I think Pattadol actually set it up because she wants to help former dungeon lords heal?? It's very sweet and also SO funny.

And kind of tragic. Marcille thinks she got off easy because she doesn't remember how much she used to love taking care of her hair. It was such a huge part of who she was as a person and now she doesn't even remember it well enough to grieve it. She says "oh well, I guess I'll cut it short" like she didn't spend years growing it and taking care of it. Like it wasn't a point of pride for her, like it wasn't something she really loved about herself.

Sure. It's not as bad as what happened to Mithrun and Thistle, who had their entire selves taken away. But the demon still took a fundamental part of her in an active attempt to make her more vulnerable, and she doesn't even think it was a big deal...

[billiedeansbitch]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

(𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: this was supposed to be a wholesome fic but uh my brain got a little too carried away... anyway here's some smutty goodness.

warning/s: NSFW. SMUTT! public sex.

Miranda was in the break room, taking off the top of the cupcake just to put it back upside down, "It's a sandwich!" she defended when Robin was giving her a dirty look.

A sandwich.  A sandwich seemed delicious.  Should she have gotten a sandwich instead?

From across the room, you watched her shrug and took a hefty bite of the cupcake, leaving only a tiny portion. It amazed you how she wasn't choking.

When Griffin left the room, you sauntered toward the constable and tapped her shoulder, "Come quick"

She furrowed her brows, "Where?" and munched on whatever was left of the chocolate cupcake before dusting off her palms.

"Outside" Quickly, she was behind you exiting the room. Miranda indulged the way your hips swayed while you walk. Heat crept her face, extending down her throat and tip of her ears.

"Why?" she followed up, trying to at least not be distracted. "I want to watch you smoke" Still confused, she agreed nonetheless. However weird, Miranda would do anything you asked of her if it meant spending time with you.

When you both reached the parking, you sat on the makeshift chair from an old car seat. Miranda got into business and lit a cigarette.

She had long, slender fingers, you noted. Clean, and well groomed. No ring...

"What's happening? Are you okay?" Your eyes flutter back to her face.

You looked down, unable to meet her eyes as you said the words, "What's the deal?" you paused briefly, giving yourself some time to think if this was the right time and place to confront her. Decided, you continued, "With you and Robin."

"Griffin?" Miranda was genuinely perplexed. Why were you asking her about her partner?

Quietly you mumbled, "Yeah, her."

Miranda shifted, flicking the ash from the tip of the stick, "My colleague. We work on a case together. Personally? She's a friend as far as I know. We hang out every once in a while. Why? What is this all about?"

She wasn't sure why she was answering these things, but when the visible frown lessened on your gorgeous face, she knew it had something to do with her. What had she done to upset you now? 

Did you assume the worst? Probably. "Just friends?" you asked again, wanting to confirm it the second time because the first wasn't just enough. 

You had seen the way the blonde spoke to the short detective, the physical closeness and affection in their eyes. How they appear to perfectly perceive one another's thoughts without verbalizing them. 

"Yeah—yes." she nodded, "Wait, are you jealous?" Miranda, who had just connected the imaginable dots in her head, had finally come to her own conclusion.  

It suddenly made you feel abashed, your true feelings exposed to the constable. You couldn’t take that back now. 

"You're jealous.” It irked you to hear how right she was.

“Why are you jealous? Did you think I was fucking her?" Hilmarson, who was simultaneously bewildered and amused, couldn’t keep the fucking grin from showing up, so she bit her lower lip in an attempt to dial down her excitement at the prospect of you reciprocating her unconfessed feelings.

The abruptness when you stood up stilled the breath in her throat. You walked up to her, pulled her toward the far corner where it gave you two some privacy and successfully pinned her on the wall, and pulled her face down to kiss her.

"You are fucking clueless how much I want you, don't you?" 

From the brief time you both stopped assaulting each other’s lips, she took it as an opportunity to catch her breath. She had her eyes closed, hands firmly cupping the back of your head keeping you close, her forehead pressed flat on your own. She didn’t exactly think she would get to kiss you the exact moment you confessed to her, let alone initiate this.

The kiss was brutal, none too soft. You both fought. Real hard. Bruising each other’s lips. 

The second time it happened, the taller woman initiated it. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, it caused a mix of pleasure and pain to surge in your core that pushed the nastiest of moans from your gaping lips. 

Miranda felt herself getting wet.

She grabbed your jaw while her lips worked toward your ear, "I fuck you in my head every night before I sleep and touch myself to the thought of you." 

Your body arched toward hers in response, "good to know.” 

The images of her, inserting those long luscious fingers into her own cunt while she whispers your name made your own fingers desperate feel her juices. 

Neither of you had the luxury of rationalizing things at the moment, you were far too deep in lust and she was far too wet to care. You both needed each other.

Her lips descended to your neck. Hands groping both of your breasts.

You unbuttoned her pants, pulled the shirt up and stopped to look at her in the eyes. God, her eyes were lust-blown, so beautiful and hungry.

“Do it.” She said, surging to kiss your lips once again.

While both of her hands were busy indulging the softness of your breasts, your own fingers worked between her thighs, doing long languid strokes. 

"Fuck,” she breathed against your skin, “If you're going to do it. just do it." she growled.

With a taunting smile, you pecked her cheek, "a little impatient now, aren't you?" and you bit her earlobe the same time you plunged a finger into her dripping cunt. Her body jolted, hands flying to your shoulders to steady herself. It didn’t last long until you pushed another finger making her bite the junction of your neck and shoulder to stifle her moans.

It was short but blissful. She came in just a couple of angry thrusts while your thumb moved deftly to play with her clit adding more stimulation causing her to cum.

When she finished, her arousal that coated your fingers was licked clean. She watched you savour her taste before you offer your tongue to her which she gladly sucked. 

Shortly, after fixing both of your appearances, the elevator dinged which meant someone was coming.

You weren’t surprised to see the small detective awkwardly making her way toward the constable. She stopped when she was close, “Detective,” she said, acknowledging you.

“Detective Griffin.” You retorted.

The tall woman painfully watched the awkward exchange.

You looked at Miranda, your hands tucked in your back pockets. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Okay.” She watched you leave for the elevator. Once you were in, she gave you a small wave. Which to you was pathetically adorable.

“What were you two doing here?” Griffin asked, intently watching her partner whose cheeks were flushed and hair was unkempt.

“Nothing...Just talking.”

“Is that a hickey on your neck?”

“Crap! where? is it too obvious?

Robbin smiled, smug after confirming her suspicions were true, "There's none. You panicked and asked instantly which means before I was here you two were screwing up." She said a matter of factly.

Miranda, who was guilty, kept rubbing the sides of her neck. Her eyes narrowed at the small woman, “What did you need me for?" And oh boy, she was grumpy.

"I found some lead on the case. We’re going to investigate now.”

Griffin casually said before she followed it by, “So, since when has this been going on?" 

"Oh we're not going to talk about this, Griffin."

But later on, in the car, Miranda could not stop talking about how much she fancied you, and just then, Robbin knew she made a terrible mistake bugging her about you.