xrinsu · 10 months ago
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oh fuck i never posted this. is my fave piece i did like early-mid semester
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juniemunie · 5 months ago
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[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]
Hitting a lil' too close to home?
#junie art post#ink sans#error sans#utmv#errorink#implied. but yea not the focus#this has been turning around in my mind for quite some time. im glad to finish it lmao idk if my ramblings make sense even.#so like listen. do you ever think about how similar the function of the utmv is to the dark worlds in deltarune.#in a meta narrative to fandom sense? idk the word#we are making exaggerated expanded worlds of the ordinary tools and entertainment of the real world and make it into something more#isnt that very very interesting?#and we explore every sort of possibility in that creation. both good and bad#and when all is said and done. every possibility found and the entertainment and secrets has all run out#we put it away. abandon and leave it behind#what is left? what happens to the world and characters we have created? can it sustain without us?#what of the ones left in the dark?#idk if yall saw me a few months ago but i reblogged comyet's old post of ink begging us not to leave him alone and to keep creating#yea that never left me#and seeing exactly THAT SCENARIO in deltarune made my brain iTCH#imagine an ink in King's position.... wait isnt that just underverse#mmmmmmm. darkner ink.....#also error is here too. not just for errorink or that i can't separate these two to save my life#but error is also one of the few people to be able to GET IT?? he can hear the creators too. ink cant#but hes pretty much programmed himself to avoid having a mental break down to this via reboot memory loss.#and ink has his own internal coping mechanism (hooray for short term memory loss)#these two idiots will do anything but confront truths lmfao#ahhh my favorite idiots. never change#mmmmm#deltarune
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deoidesign · 1 month ago
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Return date for my webcomic, Time and Time Again!
It's been set for a while but sometimes they change the date without warning, so I'll keep you updated if anything changes!
I'm extremely proud of the work I've been doing on it, I can't wait to share everything!
See you then!
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todayisafridaynight · 3 months ago
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sinnabee · 9 months ago
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Congratulations on your new semi-permanent experimental position as the Official Daycare Assistant and Attendant Handler!
Now, you may have heard from a few of your coworkers that the Daycare Attendant can get a little... overeager, at times. But we can assure you that these are merely rumors, and should promptly be ignored - after all, the Daycare Attendant is always excited to start the day off with a smile!
Welcome to the Fazbear Family! We're sure you'll love your time with us!
And remember: you have nothing to worry about.
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lunerabo · 4 months ago
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chef’s kiss
cw: sub!Uraume, dom!AFAB!Reader, cunnilingus, fingering, name calling, pegging, anal, hair pulling, degrading praise, free use kink, Uraume’s genitalia isn’t described (but everybody got a bootyhole so 👀), sukume involved but it’s not serious, set in the Heian period, implied cannibalism
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It is no small thing to gain the recognition of the lord Sukuna himself.
It would not have cost him much had he overlooked your predictive skills, but it pays to have a guess at the future. Your talent has failed him not once since being accepted into the fold, and you can see in him that since meeting you and listening to your advice, he’s decided that perhaps the rapidly changing social tide is something he should start paying more attention to.
To say it has granted you an important seat is an understatement—and it is from this very seat that you take notice of another lovely gem in your lord’s sparse collection of trusted characters.
Uraume, his own chef, whose work you would not be ashamed to admit you had stolen to taste for yourself once or thrice. Sukuna certainly seems to like keeping talented people around.
It was one blessed evening that they spoke to you at last, voice as smooth as butter and musical as birdsong, only to be wasted on the unsavory threat of including you in their next dish if your thievery continued. You know they would have, too. You know what’s being served on those platters.
But they would have followed through only if you hadn’t been patient—if you hadn’t played your cards just right—and, perhaps, if you hadn’t been so damn good at figuring out how to read them.
They failed to notice how you notice everything. How you notice how eager they are to follow orders from only one specific master, and that if that master handed the leash to someone else, they now belonged to them. They failed to recognize just how much influence you had over that master, and perhaps you did, too, for you had expected to take your lashings and be sent away when having experimentally asked him if he might lend you his chef for a time. You’d not missed how he had taken them to his own personal quarters some nights, so it wouldn’t be lost on him what exactly you were asking for. But, amazingly, he’d said yes, so long as they are returned able to do their job.
So, them having actually visited you in your own private room has you a bit stunned.
You’ve predicted downfalls and uprisings, then wars to conclude them, all of which you estimate will happen in your own lifetime. But you couldn’t have predicted this.
Your lord’s comely chef, yukata hung seductively loose about their pale neck and shoulders. Loaned to you, as a gift, in exchange for your services.
Uraume’s expression is unreadable, but there’s an almost pleased look tugging at the corners of their lips. A scent lingers in the air around them, some expensive perfume you would never have found made just anywhere. They’ve taken extensive measures to prepare.
“You bathed before coming. You used imported soaps, of—“ you give the air another quick whiff—“Dutch make. You also have not yet eaten this morning.”
“All of this is true,” they answer. “Yet you have not been present to see it.”
“I use the present to tell the past just as much as I use it to tell the future.”
Slender fingers glide across the front of their yukata, as if to take it off, but opting instead to tease you with the idea.
“It is much more impressive to tell the future, however. Such as, for example, what you will make of me now that I’m here.”
They’re closer now, and you’re not sure when that happened, but you’re not complaining.
“That depends entirely on what you are now.”
Their clothing seems to melt away as they undress, yet the kiss they press to the corner of your mouth is arctic.
“Whatever it is you wish me to be.”
They tug at your own clothes, bring the both of you to a kneel on your futon, where they slip their icy hands under the fabric and peel it down over your shoulders.
They sink to their knees gracefully, parting yours. Their icy lips drag across your skin, and they seem to take their time admiring you. They don’t rush; they’ve been instructed to make sure you enjoy it. And despite it being merely an order, the manner in which they perform it is anything but mechanical.
Their mouth is on you in an instant, and you had prepared to keep up the smug, composed, superior act to keep this scene rolling smoothly, but a lapse in judgement has you forgetting that Uraume is a pro. They are no stranger to having their mouth used, and the skill they’ve gained from that is evident.
The way they lap at you feels eager, but their expression doesn’t seem to line up with it. It’s a task, you remind yourself—this same focused, pensive expression is one you’ve seen when they’re cooking, when they’re writing, even in everyday conversation. Their hungry mouth betrays them, and their blank expression cannot hide how they enjoy your taste.
They’ve been eyeing you too; though this you’ve felt more than seen. Uraume may deny it but your penchant for mischief despite your status has earned you an unlikely pair of admiring eyes, and a brief glance between their legs tells you everything they’ve been thinking as they’ve watched.
“You’re excited to be here, aren’t you?” You ask, still and relaxed as they pick you apart.
“Any order of lord Sukuna’s is one I will execute with enthusiasm.”
An amused frown plays at your lips.
“Did you just lie to me?”
Uraume blinks, a bit caught off guard. They didn’t, not really. None of what they said was technically untrue. Yet the friendly and jovial tone you take with them as you say that feels like a sign of danger, like there’s no correct answer.
“If you’re going to spell mistruths to a soothsayer, I would suggest at least speaking of things they cannot see in front of them.”
Most of your predictions are bullshit. Educated guesses. You’re just good at noticing things, understanding cause and effect when the answers aren’t in front of you. But you don’t even need to employ this skill to be able to plainly see that Uraume fancies you, far beyond what their master orders.
They shed you of your clothing, and their body betrays them under your touch. Your hands are as sure as death, and they have the poor thing dripping all over your fingers as you work at them. Soft bangs and fine eyelashes tickle your bare shoulder as they rest their head there, perhaps too embarrassed to show anything past a neutral expression around someone new.
“A beautiful whore you are,” you remark. “Does Sukuna loan you out to others as well, or am I special?”
“You are.”
“How lucky am I, then! I must be important.”
Their breath trembles as you play with them, their thighs tensing every so often under your gentle touch.
“You are important. Think of how—ahn!—Lord Sukuna would have f-fared without your help.”
“I’m sorry,” you begin, voice dangerously friendly and sweet, “surely you aren’t implying our mighty and beloved master would have fared poorly if someone hadn’t aided him, are you?”
The switch in their tactics is easily spotted. Rather than keep composure, they collapse, bare chest to yours, arms slung loosely and affectionately around your shoulders. Uraume’s fawning, in the hopes that they might appeal to your sympathetic side, desperately trying to convince you that that is not what they meant. They’re just a little bit disoriented from your touches, they swear! It’s certainly not that they don’t think highly of their lord.
Unfortunately for them, sympathy isn’t a word in your vocabulary.
“Tsk tsk, and I was considering being sweet to you. How would he punish you for such a comment, I wonder?”
You pull hard at a fistful of their hair, practically peeling them off of you as their head tips back and their spine arches.
“You have thirty seconds to prepare.”
They scramble, tight lipped and wide eyed, as you turn away.
What you grab is, you recall absentmindedly, expensive. Well carved and polished ivory, soft yet strong leather pinned to the base of the unmistakably phallic shape it boasts.
It’s fantastic handiwork, you muse for perhaps the thousandth time, as you fasten it about your waist and thighs. But perhaps a bit of a novelty; things like this tend to be bought more for one to tell others about how much they paid for something so frivolous and strange, not to use them.
Uraume sighs, and the sight you turn to see has your pulse racing.
They work at themselves with nimble and well oiled fingers, their rear pointed sharply upward while their head rests on the futon, and they gaze directly at you through the gap between their leg and arm. But, you think, they aren’t working hard enough.
You pull their hand away, reaching around and taking the small vial of oil from them. You’re at their side, tucking your knees under them, before pouring copious amounts of the stuff down over their hole. Your fingers glide upward, gathering it on their tips, massaging over the pert, puckered opening as if to relax them.
But the pace you immediately set with those fingers is brutal, inhumanly rapid, as you show them just how you want them loosened for you. A long series of brief, shocked, rhythmic noises force themselves from Uraume’s lips as their breath hastens to something shallow and ragged. Something that could almost be laughter if it didn’t sound so much like crying.
You give them a break, or so they believe. They nearly thank you, preparing to take a moment to gather themselves, but you begin again before they get a chance. Your hand is so forceful, so powerful, and your fingers so deep. Have you always been so talented? So mean? Something in them hopes you’ll be mean the next time around, too.
“Oh, don’t hang your head, pet. You like it, don’t you? Quit acting so glum,” you giggle, grabbing them by the jaw and forcing their head back up.
“Mm, this is a position you’re well acquainted with, isn’t it? You take to it so naturally. You’re being such a pretty slut for me...”
You stop again, this time for good. They nearly sob, unsure if in relief or in wanting more. They glance up at you, and instantly know that they’re in for it. A deceptively kind, gentle smile crosses your face, eyes half lidded, a soft glint to them that almost gives away your true intentions. The kind of perfectly crafted mask to be expected from a professional bullshitter, but they know better than to speak their mind lest they dig themselves deeper in the hole.
They shudder almost violently just feeling the dip of your weight on the futon behind them. You’re not half as gentle as your expression suggests, but they’re quite loose, not to mention trained to take bigger; perhaps it’s not such a huge deal. Judging by how they collapse rather than begging you to wait or stop, it isn’t an issue at all.
“Now, how would he have taken what you said?”
You’ve never seen the polite, composed, clean-cut chef so fucking messy. Their hair, normally neatly framing their face, splayed out across the sheets and tangled in your fist. Their hands, always so sure and steady as a practiced chef’s should be, grab aimlessly at whatever they can, gripping and releasing again and again.
It’s hard, you remind yourself, that’s why they seem to struggle with it. Flesh gives under pressure; ivory doesn’t. You can never hope to fuck Uraume the way Sukuna does. After all, he has two of what you lack entirely. But this—this feeling is new to them, that much they make very clear.
So, as is the obvious response, you familiarize them with it hard and thoroughly.
They ball up their fists, bringing them in close to their chest as you force their face down, hunching over for a better, deeper angle at which to fuck into them.
They cry and wail, but it’s too muffled in the linens to tell if they’re actually saying anything.
“Go on, pet. Cum all over the fucking place. Nice and hard for me, yes? Give the launderers some work for when they come to collect these sheets.”
Uraume convulses at your command. How you wish you could feel them, sucking you in and tightening around you as you drill them. They tremble and twitch, and their gaping hole makes a sucking sound as you withdraw from it.
They’re a sweet little thing before you, reduced to something small and pathetic under your touch. Their hole clenches around nothing. It still feels good, poor thing.
You click your tongue.
“Awww, I didn’t think it’d wear you out so much. Poor fool. I’m surprised, considering you take much bigger and much rougher on an almost weekly basis. Am I really so good at it?”
They collapse, crying out upon realizing how sensitive they are as the bedding brushes between their legs. You click your tongue in mock sympathy.
“Oh, come here, sweet thing,” you coo, looping your arms around theirs and pulling them into your lap. Your fingers card through their thoroughly mussed hair, parting the knots, straightening it out. They breathe against you as you do, back pressed to your breast.
“Would you like me here more often?”
You grin wickedly at the offer.
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honeyhobbs · 8 months ago
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Prettiest COD boy I'm just saying
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moeblob · 9 months ago
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Harvey telling the farmer it's their time for the annual check up before knowing them for a year is always funny to me. But the fact I keep drawing Asmodeus♡ with a big mouth and fangs made me read the dialogue more like "that's scary, please stop" rather than "okay onto the next part".
Anyway, I have never drawn Harvey before so please enjoy my attempt. (gives him a lil gray. as a treat. to me. the gray is for me.)
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royalarchivist · 7 months ago
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Fit: [In the animatic] Did I steal anything else before I have to go to work?
Phil: [Snorts as he realizes what conversation this was]
Fit: [In the animatic] Did I steal else from you?
Phil: [In the animatic] Just my heart.
Phil: [Laughs]
Cucurucho: Hahaha.
Mike: WTF FIT?! I'm gonna tell Pac, bro!
Cucurucho: Hahaha.
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teddybearsims · 7 months ago
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Jude for Dazed - May 2024 Issue x
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sforzesco · 1 year ago
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CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS
this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.
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Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson
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madebycoffee · 5 months ago
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Last year I decided to give back for my birthday, and while it was a lot of work- it was such a blast! So let's do it again lads.
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Do you have a need for some deco sims? Is there something you always need but no one has made? Have an idea but don't have the time or ability to make it yourself? Then do I have the event for you!
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What is the event?
Starting TODAY, May 26th, 2024 if you have a deco sim request, please send it to me via the form linked at the end of this post. DO NOT send them to my askbox! I will ignore any requests not submitted correctly! Thank you! If your request sounds like fun/inspires me I will make it, and then release the deco sims on one of the 11 days! Yeehaw!
When will this event take place?
I will begin sharing out deco sims on JULY 1st!! The final day will be my birthday, July 11th!
How many deco sims will you share out?
As many as I feel like! Last year I made 148. I would wager it'll be more this year, but it really depends on how many requests I get that I want to do!
Can I make more than 1 request?
Yes! Make as many as you want! Put them all into one request in the form, or send in multiple. :D Send them in at any point BEFORE the deadline!
The deadline for sending in a request will be Sunday, June 23rd!
Make your request via this google form! Please read the disclaimer on the form before making your request!
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If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask! Anything related to this event will get the tag '#11daysofdecos2024'
If you would like to see the deco sims I released last year, check them all out here!
Other deco sims are linked on my poses & deco sims DL page!
:3
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didderd · 1 year ago
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Fell Week day 6!
Erm. this. was meant to be a small doodle. accompanied by a few others. but..
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valcaine · 1 year ago
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*Glides down into you inbox*
I got two things!
Um ok for the first you said you wanted drawing ideas? Mmm have Philza going mock fucking 10 as tech holds a speedometer and ran panics
And also what other cursed birdza/ emerald duo headcanons do you have
Teeth stew anon you have sparked my interest
-I'te
*takes off*
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they are trying to see if his wings healed
(they did) (he destroyed the lawn)
cursed headcanons? uhhh philza can and will eat bugs and mice, he is the resident pest killer
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hyusolk · 2 years ago
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have some drawings i never posted/finished
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pics-pizza-peace · 1 month ago
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some traditional doodle crap I lazily drew over. not gonna finish this one it's just silly :^P
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