#so big lol vibes

[shenyaanigans]

you ever see a post that sounds REALLY good and you're super on board with it until one bit right at the end that has you go, "hey! that's a fucked up thing to say!" and so you check the original post and find that it's gone and then you go to the blog and notice even more dog whistles about it, and then you go to write a rebuttal on the post (bc you're me and you can't shut the fuck up) and then you go to add tags after and you see what the op wrote for their tags and you're like, "oh. i see. i get it now. this is not in good faith at all." and then you just delete your reply and make your own post where you talk about the experience of it all

[christakisbang]

i think i always burst out laughing thanks to you~ as precious as you are to me, i'll always be by your side~

[puppyeared]

Big cat

[kumzorg]

its rana <3

ive found the old pixel art node i bought a long time ago:

Cort3D — My 3D Pixel Art Setup is back up for sale on Ko-fi... (tumblr.com)

and its really cute so i wanted to play around with it, i wanna learn more about nodes and shaders, theyre so versatile (-w-)

get the model from patreon

[faerieomenart]

KURT ART GO! Sí, sí, y más. Another art dump. Close ups. VVV

I love fuzzy Kurt but I can't draw it well for my life :(( some Gambit and Rogue to heal the soul btw. They're in love ok ok? Btw beared Kurt in the sketch dump is my phone lockscreen, just calling myself out. And my background is the doodle of myself fawning over him aksjdkj. No shame.

Also have no idea how to draw Kurt consistently rip. Sorry to anyone who tries and cares to read all the random notes, idk why I do that, but they're not important ajskjsk.

Lost the dates drawn, but idc bc they are recent.

[pharawee]

I'm thinking we have known each other before…

—CENTURY OF LOVE · Coming July 2024

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: yandere choso, one mention of him killing someone, premature ejaculation, dubcon oral (f! receiving), implied baby trapping

pathetic, obsessed, stalker Choso who just can’t get enough of you. you don’t notice him much at first, just offer him a simple hello in passing whenever you see him on campus. he’s a familiar face, a friend of a friend, but he’s kind whenever you do have small talk with him.

he just…he’s just so infatuated with you. perfect, little you with your sweet smile and pretty eyes and delicate hands that brush against his when you ask him for a pen. he’s not sure how he doesn’t fuck everything up with you—you know, with all the breaking and entering into your house, stealing your panties, jerking off in your bed, killing your shitty ex boyfriend, that kind of thing. he woos you, somehow, convinces you that he’s unarmed, good enough to entertain, even better to date.

you’re a tease, he thinks to himself, when you invite him over and answer the door in just a racy nightgown. your legs are bare and he can make out the outline of your breast, the silhouette of your pussy when the light hits you just right. his mouth waters when you pull him to you with a cheeky smile, lips parted and glossy, inviting.

you fall into bed. he can’t stop his hips from grinding into yours, his eyes rolling back when you place his palm over your nipple. you shuck him out of his jeans, mouth hot over his own, pulling the nightgown up to reveal you’ve forgone panties. he has to hold himself at the base to keep from coming all over you, promising to save it for inside of you (don’t be mad but he poked a hole in the condom, okay?).

when Choso slides into you, you think you finally understand what it means to be in utter bliss. he’s perfect, with his heavy, fat cock that spears you open. he holds you tight to him, his face buried in your neck, your legs around his waist, your hands ready to scrape up his back but—

“did you,” you pause, swallowing, feeling his body tense as he moans against your throat. “did you just cum?” it hasn’t even been twenty seconds, you think to yourself. Choso freezes instantly, embarrassment overtaking him as he pulls himself from the flesh of your neck.

“I’m—I’m sorry, let me, let me make it up to you.” he looks panicked, his plum eyes widened in worry. you try to offer him a small smile, give him a bit of grace, shaking your head at him. but he’s already pulling out, sliding down your body until his cheeks rest against your inner thighs.

“No, Choso, it’s okay.” you try to let sweetness bleed into your voice, especially when he completely ignores you in favor of staring at your hole instead. he doesn’t respond back to you, just licks a stripe from your taint to your clit, his tongue wide and hot and overbearing.

“Choso, just—just stop, okay?” you try to level with him again, but he doesn’t—he doesn’t listen at all. just keeps lapping at your cunt, his nails biting into your inner thighs, his mouth puckering to suck out his own cum that you’re none the wiser of knowing it’s inside you.

you try to push him away, your knee by your chest, your foot planted on his shoulder, but he’s getting mixed signals by the way you angle his face to lick at you just right. he knew he was doing the right thing, you just didn’t know it yet, just had to let him be sweet to you the way you deserve. he lets up for only a moment, his mouth covered in your slick, his eyes low as he licks his lips once.

“Just fuck my mouth, okay? As an apology.” he promises you. he lowers his face until he’s aligned with your cunt, lets his tongue hang from his mouth, gives you permission to do whatever you want with it. and hey, maybe you’re a bad person for taking advantage of the situation, but you have needs too, okay?

so you grab him by both buns, holding him still as you rock your hips over his face. nose to chin and back again, a slow rhythm as you slide your clit, your hole, your lips over every inch of his skin. Choso never stops admiring you, only moves so that he can push your nightgown up to reveal your tits, watch the way your chest heaves and your mouth falls open. he likes being used by you; makes his cock swell until he thinks he might cum again, this time without even being touched.

just being bathed in the scent of you makes his eyes roll, as he groans low in his throat. he holds onto your thighs, not guiding, you’re the one in control. just holds on as you hold his face still and fuck your cunt over his mouth, grinding onto his nose, wrap your leg around his neck until all he can breathe, taste, smell, see is you.

you cum with a cry, an explosion over his tongue that he swallows greedily, his eyes rolling far back into his head as he makes a mess of himself once more. but he’s not so pathetic this time, right?

[shopcat]

i think in the hamster wheel of my mind a big part of where people go wrong with eddie and his shitty garage band as an extension is that they for some bizarre reason think he's gene simmons metal when he's jack black metal. heavy metal. he's tenacious d metal. he's school of rock. he's stoner lord of the rings metal he nearly wore blue jeans and plaid. jack black literally in real life once said eddie was the best character bc he's heavy metal like him. LOOK AT THIS

[kinstein-art]

Mr Prince and Sir Crocodile ✨

[fluxydrawings]

skidaddling!

(original image under the cut)

[snackugaki]

one orrrr

two?

[puppetmaster13u]

More art for @phoenixcatch7 Possessed Doll Au Someone gets to meet Black Bat for the first time- though lets be honest Cass probably spooked someone and then went running to Batdad when they started trying to figure out how she got onto the Watchtower and if she's allowed

[doodliver]

Madoka Magica x Pokemon✨

[waltwhitmansbeard]

not to engage in Discourse™️, but i would like to once again remind people that your local dnd actual play show is not a scripted television show that can or should follow the normal rules of narrative flow. this is a collaborative storytelling effort that requires the careful scheduling and coordination of a lot of people. the crown keepers deviation was scheduled before fcg's death. matt couldn't just fuck with all those guests' schedules bc something inconvenient happened just before they were slated to come on. i cannot say for certain, but i'm willing to bet real american dollars that the live show was scheduled and the venue was booked before fcg died too (tho maybe not, i'm not an expert in venue scheduling), but what better place to have the new sam character drop than in a theatre full of your most adoring fans? the most logical time and place to do it? maybe not, idk. but it sure was exciting for everyone watching. not sure when this downfall three-shot was initially scheduled, but there's no way in hell matt and brennan haven't been working on it together for MONTHS, if not even a year. sometimes, things happen when they happen bc that's when you get people in a room together. that's kinda the whole thing about dnd, why so many campaigns fizzle out—scheduling is fucking hard. it wasn't convenient when tal had to miss the session after the huge briarwood dinner fiasco in c1, which was leading directly into the arc that dealt pretty exclusively with his backstory, but that is life! ppl are busy! things happen when they can happen! if you don't like that events and story beats aren't hitting precisely when it would be most narratively satisfying for them to do so, perhaps dnd/ttrpg actual plays aren't for you! sometimes the dice tell the story, and sometimes the google calendar does! that's life!

[athina-blaine]

I think the reason your labru fics managed to keep me hooked when i normally don't like a lot of fan content about them is that it's reciprocal. Laios and Kabru both look out for each other and take care of each other, when normally a lot of content for them is focused on Kabru being there foe Laios without much focus on the reverse. I love, love, love Nourish especially, with Laios not really understanding what Kabru's talking about but trying to engage and pay attention anyway, making him a tasty meal so he'll sit down and let himself unwind, and just showing how he cares about people

Thank you so much! You can assume whenever I'm writing from Laios' POV at any given moment I'm beating back the urge to spoil Kabru rotten. I want to give him a wardrobe of full of nice clothes. I want to make him dinner. I want to find him falling asleep at his desk and carry him back to bed. If there are 0 Kabru simps, I'm dead. The threat of complete and utter derailment looms large with every fic I write and I must tread carefully 😤

It doesn't surprise me that a lot of labru stuff focuses more on how Kabru supports Laios than the other way around, since that's how it largely manifests in the series. Laios, being the main character, has a lot of plates he's spinning in the air, but Kabru is uniquely focused on Laios and how Laios relates to his own goals. I'd be curious to count up the panels that has Kabru referring to Laios, both verbally or mentally, and compare it to other characters outside the main party, because I think the results would be quite funny haha

But while there is a disparity, the scenes where Laios reciprocates this support, in my opinion, are arc-defining. Laios, with zero prompting, realizes Kabru would be hungry after his resurrection and makes him something to eat with his own party's supplies. It's Kabru's aversion to monster cuisine that factors into his emotional bid to Marcille, in that you can't make a perfect menu that looks the same for everyone. And, crucially, Laios promises to share a meal with Kabru that doesn't include monsters. For the entire series, Kabru wanted to know whether Laios could be interested in people as much as he was interested in monsters, if he could prioritize people over monsters, and this is where he gets his answer. This is what convinces him to put his trust in Laios enough to help him escape from the Canaries and to let him try and talk down Marcille. Because Laios demonstrated he was capable of taking people's i.e. Kabru's wants and needs into consideration, even if it had nothing to do with monsters.

Labru appeals to me because of everything they have to offer each other, yes, but mostly because of everything Laios has to offer Kabru. Here you have this character who is routinely seen to have a suppressed appetite, who makes himself smaller in order to be more appealing to the people around him, who makes space for and services everybody but himself, and here you have this other character walk right up to him and say, "You look hungry. Let me make you something to eat."

[sysig]

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