#lightbulb heads

[krockat]

fuck it I'm gonna post more art

so this is another lightbulb character, the one that inspired me a lot, the whole page of that contains nsft and am a bit nervous to post lol.

but yea here's some slightly more intense stuff with

this character - sax - and above lightbulb together having an intimate time:

i loved the idea of Sax holding their blades around Bees (maybe that's their name, cause that's cute)'s neck.

also that their blades on their hand also tracing their neck and teasing.

it proved to be quite hard to figure out how Sax's (and also Bees, to a smaller extent's) head was gonna go!

I actually used my reference scissor as a guidance tool directly for this one haha, put it on the paper and traced it. it was very useful to learn how their head works.

but their head still works Weird, because other times their blade go up into the sky, but I think it's a fun design that their scissor head can just turn any which way.

a lot of fun potential with that and ideas also for animation!

though I've not tried animation for many years, I have dreamt of doing it and creating animations for so long :D

yea i didn't finish the kink drawing of them, and i might, atleast get a few more details in. but rn i am just focusing on having fun!

[bunnykaye]

Colin + his head tilting when he's with Pen

[burr-ell]

I keep thinking about the end of Downfall and Pelor instinctively protesting the Divine Gate, and then being the last to leave the crash site at Eiselcross. He earnestly wants to be active and involved with helping and protecting mortals, and we've seen it borne out in the campaigns and the lore time and time again. Who helped cast away the elementals and seal Rau'shan and Ka'mort? Pelor. Whose army went to defeat Vecna and stop the Ritual of Seeding? Pelor's. Who pierced Torog's body with thousands of lances of sunlight and enabled him to be imprisoned by Sarenrae? Pelor. Who battled Tharizdun in vengeful fury for Ioun and used the Rites of Prime Banishment for the first time to seal it? Pelor. Who planted the Sun Tree, the tree that would shelter the first de Rolos in Whitestone? Pelor. Who gave Vox Machina a Bead of Divinity without being asked, told them everything he could about how to seal Vecna, and gave them a guide to where they could start looking for Ioun? Pelor. His central commands are to be vigilant, help relieve suffering, and deliver light.

When he took form, it was because he dispelled darkness in order to protect. It's no wonder he weeps, and had been weeping from the moment they left the Factorum Malleus. His resolution at the end of part 3 is not to harden himself or to lose his love for mortals or become harsh and cold; it's to make the choice to leave, to no longer directly protect, and it's a choice that goes against the literal essence of who he is. But it's a choice he knows he has to make, because he's standing at the site where all his light and protection amounted to nothing.

[spinostarz]

is this anything

[some-bunniii]

ayo some luci angst just popped into my head, like….

imagine Lucifer falling in love with an employee at the hotel but their soul is owned by alastor and like?? luci is not happy about that.

*slams google docs on table, opens random 1.2k wrd snippet #234* behold…

x: GN!reader, no use of y/n

EDIT: read the full fic here

“What is this?” 

Lucifer had asked suddenly, his pupils dilated, trained on something against your throat. 

You sat on the edge of your bed, thumbs rubbing together in a soothing motion as you watched him move closer to you. Gulping, you parted your lips to speak.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything, before his hand gingerly lifted towards you. His nail grazed against your collarbone, and heat blossomed underneath your skin from his touch. 

‘Please, just stop here,’ you silently begged, eyes squeezing shut as his finger rested against your figure, ‘don’t ruin this moment by digging any farther.’

Your reaction only spurred him, however. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, his pupils thin slits now as he watched you.

Slowly, his finger trailed upward, skin brushing softly against yours as he traced the invisible force only a powerful demon could see. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, every movement of his only quickening its pace. 

Until his hand stopped, right in the middle of your neck, and you felt a sizzling against your skin. The heat was becoming too much, and you wanted to pull away from his touch. You didn’t, instead, you tensed, deathly still before him.

A soft golden light illuminated from Lucifer’s palm, as his fingers wrapped around an invisible object. A shadow formed in his grip, and he tugged at it, that glow in his palm growing stronger.

Backing away, he pulled a long, thin chain from your figure, it snaked from your throat as it followed his grasp.

He yanked it harshly, as if trying to free you of a parasite that found a home deep in your bones. But it only dragged across the floor, refusing to dislodge itself from your body.

A thick, metal collar snuggly encompassed your throat. The chain locked tightly against it, a vivid reminder of your poor decisions.

Lucifer’s palm slid across the cold, metal links. Eldritch magic seeped from its form in the shroud of thick fog. Archaic symbols danced at the edge of your vision as its glow illuminated Lucifer’s unreadable expression.

The chain was a sickly green, its harsh glow an annoyance to his eyes. It was embedded with a dark, chilling magic. Whispers of untold horrors and ancient curses coiling around you, promises of a fate worse than death. 

Lucifer could practically smell it, that red demon's aura as it encircled around your frame. A twisted signature, practically scrawled across your forehead like a stamp of ownership.

Oh, the audacity of a person to take such a kind, selfless soul and rip it away from its owner. 

You weren’t some dog to be beckoned at the flick of a wrist. You were so much more than that, you deserved so much more than that. 

Yet here you were, the clasp around your neck like a shadowed hand, softly squeezing the life out of your eyes. He could see it, clear as day.

Small, white horns protruded from his head as he clenched the chain tighter. He tugged it once, twice, as if testing its durability. You leaned back slightly, the chain becoming taught between the two of you.

That collar around your throat kept you locked in place, as you watched him turn the chain in his hands. For a moment, Lucifer’s figure melded into the horrid shadow of your owner, and your eyes widened in fear at your delusion.

You could see it, feel it. Your stomach brushing the stained carpet beneath you with that haunting figure bent in a sickly, twisted angle in front you. That chain wrapped around the radio demon’s hand as he threatened you with terrible acts if you failed to stay in line.

Seeing your face contort into pained anguish only caused Lucifer to bare his teeth slightly, the sharp edges glinting in the light.

Seeing it so deeply entwined with your very being only further spurred the king’s anger. It seeped quietly from him, his grip tight against the chains as if trying to snap them with his bare hands.

“Who did this?” He hissed, his gaze boring into yours. He wanted to hear you say that demon’s name, wanted to hear you confirm the truth that was so obvious in front of him. 

You knew he wasn’t angry at you, but still you bowed your head slightly. Averting your gaze from his pleading eyes, shame slowly clawing at your stomach. For a moment, you felt like throwing up. Wanting to rid yourself of the terrible feeling that was seeping into your skin.

You felt like crying, or throwing yourself into his arms. Wanting to melt into his hold, and be told again and again that everything would be alright. That the most powerful man in hell would come to your rescue.

But, deals that bartered in souls are a much more difficult magic to conquer.

Fighting the urge to collapse into his embrace, you steeled yourself. Hands planted against your knees, back straight in a pathetic attempt to have some kind of power in this moment. 

Your eyes sullenly traced across the harsh links of the chain, its form all too familiar by now. Yet, it still caused such grief in your bones no matter how many times you looked upon it over the years.

Slowly, your eyes shifted to meet his gaze. Your lips curved into a frown at his expression, and your predicament.

How were you supposed to tell the love of your life your soul didn’t belong to you? That you were trapped in a deal of your own making? 

Curse that little fine line in your deal that kept your mouth sealed shut, that prevented you from uttering his name.

“I-I..” You desperately tried to speak, to tell him the truth, but that invisible hand that pulled at your tongue forced your silence. Tears pricked at your eyes, the desperation in them evident as your attempts to explain only died behind those pretty lips of yours.

As your mouth shut in frustration, Lucifer’s anger only heightened. His eyes flared into a blood-red glow, a harsh change from that soft yellow radiance you often found yourself lost in.

He pivoted harshly away, his voice contorting into a snarl as he stalked out of the room. His overcoat appeared atop his shoulders, and it swished behind him as he moved. 

Lucifer’s thoughts were too tangled with the images of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.

The tears that had threatened to spill finally rolled down your cheeks, your lip quivering as your eyes lingered on the doorway he had just exited. His thoughts too mangled with the image of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.

Placing your face into your hands, you sobbed quietly. 

Oh, how that regret had begun to consume you as you continued to wallow in your self-pity. 

Regret, for thinking that giving away your soul was a simple feat. That somehow, you’d still be happy after the fact. 

Regret, for falling in love when you knew the deal that kept you to that deer demon’s side would never allow you to enjoy such a fleeting emotion. No matter how hard you clawed to Lucifer’s soft embrace, that chain would always be there to drag you back. 

Those soft whispers of affections, of promises you couldn’t keep. Knowing, one day, that constant-smiling demon could play his little games and tear you away from your lover’s hold forever.

Oh, what a lovestruck idiot you are. 

thoughts?? this is just an interesting concept to me and i rlly wanted to share it with you guys! i woke up at like 4:30 am today and was like ‘what if..’ and this is what came of it haha

and mmm alastor makes a such a good bad guy too depending on the context x)

[64suns]

in my head i do everything right .

[toki-toro]

THIS. is a crafting table

[sophsun1]

9-1-1 – 7.04: Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

[seycheesey]

[meatwormsupreme]

dumb thing i sketched in like 20 minutes before a lecture. .. I kind of want to clean it up and maybe add color up but who knows if i actually will LOL

[arkhammaid]

you know, i've been thinking a bit on why i like some drivers so much (charles, oscar, max). and i've realized, they all have something in common. they're so obsessed with something that they will literally always be on the floor for it. no way in hell they're getting up

charles for ferrari, oscar for his girlfriend and max? max for rocky.... they're pathetic white men and they move me with their obsessions

[purplespookybatx3]

??? thanks sunny

@sunnysunsunsunsunshine

[iamataldis]

Icicles don't soften when they die, They sharpen into sabers and they stab you in the eye

[bennetsbonnet]

Mr Darcy to Elizabeth Bennet in the first half of Pride and Prejudice:

[nickloonie]

they should interact more

[clubsheartsspades]

While I can see the relations to flowers for Prince given that he kind of spawns from one and is basically connected to karma flowers, when I first met him I immediately thought of him as an anglerfish lure