#prompt was reward

[akakumoeteru]

Just a little reward!

[lunar-years]

🌹

“So I’m just supposed to step aside and let that abusive fucking cunt fucking hurt you all over again—”  STOP, Jamie tried to scream. Jamie tried to scream, but nothing came out. It was like his throat had closed up on him, and not only did his windpipe no longer seem to be working but the word was choking him. It was cutting off all his air, sudden and alarming like a slit to the throat, and Jamie couldn’t fucking breathe, and Roy was still yelling somewhere, anywhere, but it was all a buzz in his head now, impossible to understand the sentences. Abusive. A b u s i v e. And it was like that time he’d said traumatizing except not at all, and. And it wasn’t. It hadn’t been like that. The shape of it felt all wrong, and Jamie was choking on it ... “It wasn’t abuse,” he rasped out. And his voice was barely there, barely a voice at all. It came out so softly he couldn’t be sure that they’d heard him.  

[rashi-en]

Scenario between a new couple of omo lovers surrounding some miscommunication during kinky time. Person A is the type who will wet entirely when they cum with muscles that give in instantly. Person B is the type who will lock up entirely when they cum and cannot pee for as long as it takes their muscles to calm down again. This knowledge has not been shared between the two, as they both just assumed the other reacts the same way as them. Public or private, use your imagination n have fun ;)

[bitegore]

*scoots this riiiiiight under the wire*

The lore for this is (condensed quite a bit) Scrapper has been assigned to make Motormaster stop being quite so terrible at leading his team. It's not going well.

Transcript:

Motormaster, leaning over the table and yelling:

"And another fragging thing, my stupid insubordinate gli... ...for-process.... ...fragging teammate Wildri... ...won't sto... hi...fragging... ...explosi... middle of... ...fragging wal...driving... ...up the fragging... Kill hi... ...Drag Strip is a.... ...fragging... like... ....going.... really..." Scrapper interrupts: "Sit down and drink your caff-en, Motormaster."

Scrapper's quote at the bottom: "Well... he's certainly passionate." Not a lot else going for him, though.

[gillotto]

DRAWING OF THE MONTH!

It’s time once again for another Drawing of the Month! Please reply to this post or send me a message with your suggestion for March’s Patreon-exclusive drawing!

A poll will go up once I’ve gotten a good batch of prompts, which will be live to the public to vote on, and the winning prompt will be available on my Patreon!

Send in your suggestions!

[moe-broey]

SORRY this tag completely undid me LMFAOOOOOOOO

He needs to buy some fucking shirts........

Sketch vers under the cut bc I was originally just gonna leave it at that but. I was possessed I think.

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #26: Azula introduces Sokka to their child

My final artwork of the year... and I think it might be the best one to close things off. It's a scene I haven't written yet, but one that I hope will feel as glorious and bright as possible, once I do.

Small moments can sometimes be the most rewarding ones, whether in life or in stories. After all the hardships these two have faced and will still face... I can only hope that it will be a relief to know that bright moments such as this one await them in the future.

Do I know how to draw children? Honestly, no. References are not enough, I need a lot of help in figuring them out x'D still a work in progress on that front. But for now, I'm happy to show our little girl being dazed and curious about finally getting to know her dad. Sokka's expression probably required even MORE emotion, but this was the full extent of my abilities at the moment x'D As for Azula, as I mentioned in the Patreon post, I actually had to overhaul her entire position and situation in this artwork because it just didn't feel right. Things felt so rigid that it really wouldn't have appeared to be a sort-of screenshot glance into their lives, which is what the prompt would require :'D So I switched things around with her... and I'm honestly so relieved that the outcome was pretty good, basically just what I hoped it would look like.

As for questions like... why is Azula wearing an outfit unlike anything I've made her wear for all these years? Why's her hair down like that? Why is Sokka wounded? Where ARE they...?

... Weeeell, I shall leave you to ponder all those things while I go cry through the writing of the second half of Part 3 (?) I'm powering through, trying to make my way to this moment. Hopefully I'll be there next year! Who knows? Might be possible!

I really hope you guys like it, I'm honestly pretty proud of this one... so happy holidays, everyone, and I hope I'll be able to bring much more art next year, too :D

If you'd like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a $1 pledge on Patreon will give you access to prompt suggestion, poll voting and Gladiator snippets, 6 days before the next chapter is released!

[polyboros]

fbic titles: you'll always have a home in me

you'll always have a home in me - eli updates their tattoo. declan's there to witness, this time.

declan sits with his hands folded over eli's, firmly holding their arm down, his back slouched so he can rest his head lightly atop the pile. his eyes are fixed on the faint purple stencil on their forearm, spelling out three names and a familiar set of coords.

"wha-at if we mo-ve?" he finally asks. eli snorts, fussing with the ink and the needle. "i'm seri-ious!"

"you probably wouldn't like the answer."

"do-on't tell me it's cut-ting your arm off!" they pause and look over at him, eyebrows raised. he sticks his tongue out, eyebrows furrowed, the perfect picture of indignity at being questioned.

"... dec. why would i have to cut my arm off?"

"it's an ans-wer and i do-on't like it."

"well- i'm not doing that. it would be a lot more localized, first of all," they hum, and declan's face scrunches back at the implication. "second of all, 's not... that's not the point. i mean- finding my way home is kind of the point, but-"

eli exhales through their teeth, shakes their head. declan's expression smooths out, softens as he listens, one ear flicking. "i haven't- it wasn't- this is the first time... the first place that's been- home. somewhere safe. even if we move, it's- significant. i'd just have to update it a little more. don't actually go here, bud, something like that."

"paren-rentheses, OLD, end pare-entheses."

"'xactly." declan bites back a laugh, canine caught on his lip. eli flicks their gaze back to the needle. "anyways, if i came back and you weren't here, it'd tip me off pretty quick. once things started- working again, anyway."

"bru-ush your gre-ey wings on my he-ad- i'd come fi-ind you, too! rea-al fast."

"i know," they murmur. it's hard to stifle the terribly sappy smile that tugs at their lips. they don't try. "'m counting on it."

[mokeonn]

I love accidentally making a character very similar to another one without any knowledge. Like, not in design but in story.

It's so funny to make a character and then read a book and go "hey wait a minute"

[snowfoxicedemon]

@dotflowweek Day 6: Guilt

she left dirty slimeprints at mcdonalds and ran away without confessing

[guinevereteef]

doing swordtember this year, i draw swords a lot anyway lmfaooo, i was busy yesterday so here’s day 1

[the-bureaucracts-are-everything]

Okay everybody!!! LISTEN UP!!

This is your !!!!ONE WEEK!!!! warning for Ineffable bureaucracy week 2023 aka IBweek2023.

It's from the 21st to the 22nrd of August!!

All prompts and guidelines/rules can be seen on the post pinned at the top of my blog!! If your taking part please read through it. Not long left to go!

[eliasdrid]

special two-month reward for /BlepfirePhoenix on Twitter!

This was a lot of fun to draw and I'm super happy with how it turned out

[blackjackkent]

If you have sent me a one-shot prompt please be aware that my every waking moment is haunted by my debt to you (affectionate). <3

[arihi]

prompt: patchwork

hope the writing is enjoyable!

It was a rare day off for Heather. Her job, and... particular hobbies didn't leave a lot of free time to just be, or to work on other personal projects. Though, she was hoping to fix that soon - work wasn't the pressing priority it used to be lately, and she was already looking forward to the extra time in her day.

It was a good thing she'd focused on outsourcing working and income to others. As if on command, her phone beeped three times in a row. Status reports -- checking out of work, and checking in with their Mistress. Such sweet little dolls.

That meant it was already 5 PM. Where had the day gone? Heather knew the answer. A figure knelt in front of her, eyes blank and unseeing. She stroked its cheek with a tenderness not often shown around others. She couldn't help but think about how blissful the world was through its eyes. No sense of time, or obligations, simply existing.

Though, she thought wistfully, she had no right to envy anything about its current state. It was her fault, after all.

Light footsteps made themselves known from the doorway. "Mistress, it's--"

Heather lifted her head without turning towards the voice. "I know the time. How's dinner preparations?"

"On schedule, Mistress."

"Good. I'll be down shortly."

No further questions or reports meant the conversation was over. She focused her attention back on the thrall kneeling by her legs, and the small grasp the fingers had on her shirt.

She knelt down beside it, her eyes widened. "Yes? Were you asking for me?"

Silence.

"Smile for me."

It smiled.

"Look into my eyes."

It did.

"Speak for me."

Silence.

Heather smiled softly. Of course. She needed to temper her expectations more.

Early on, much earlier on - her very first, in fact - she'd been reckless and power hungry, thought herself to be infallible. She pushed too hard, went too far. The human brain was only so flexible. It was natural for it to break eventually.

She was much stronger now, and much more in control. It'd be impossible for her to make a similar mistake these days. But for however easy it was to shatter a person's psyche, it was infinitely more difficult to put it back together.

She was a wreck, back then. Vowed never to do it again, until things got tight, and she was so busy trying to undo an irreversible error, and eventually it was easier to just have a little outside help. A little, then some, then a lot more. Comforts made life easier. A means to an end.

The guilt had long since faded. Somewhere along the line of enslaving so many others, she couldn't continue to be hung up on her very first, could she? It was more an intellectual curiosity than anything these days. She'd made progress, little by little, adding in small triggers and programming in its brain, adding and removing certain attempts, seeing which didn't work together and which worked best. Little pieces of programming fabric sewn together into a quilt of human behaviors. It could move, now. Listen to direct commands. That was the extent, so far.

But, still. She'd never call it a soft spot, but it still had its own room in the manor. Several dolls whose main priority was to feed and bathe it. And every day, no matter how brief, Heather would visit.

Soon, she hoped to be able to spend more time in a day by its side.

[1pcii]

completely unrelated but I finally figured out how to use mangadex downloader 😭