#technically

[supine-ly]

in a world full of plotja shippers, I alone sail this vessel

I realized too late that I’d drawn sp’s cloak wrong

[peebs1701]

@chaoticgoodcatgirl

i need you guys to look at this fuckign post

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

balls

[deetheimposter]

Showtime!!

[eviltransmasccatboypili]

im cooked

CLOSEUPS UNDER THE CUT.... UHM

silly silly silly

pili dtowncat..

[z-eel]

@lurlurlurlurlur because you decided to go to my dms and ask for this....

okay, fair warning: this is regulus x remus x james x sirius, so if you're not into that, just block the celestial polycule tag

to put it simply, Remus relationship status was complicated. he's dating Regulus, who's brothers with Sirius, who's dating James, who Remus is also dating on the side. but also Regulus is fucking James and let Sirius watch because Sirius is a fucking narcissist who think Regulus look like him. and Remus has to agree because he'll be fucking Sirius and call him Regulus and honestly it a whole big mess but it works, strangely enough.

and its because of this complication that Sirius and James come to them when they want to try something new. he doesn't exactly remember how he got to this point but he has to say he enjoys the sight of Sirius on his knee, the fuzzy black ears on his head and the shinny read collar on his neck the read bitch on it. his eyes were glassy as he tried to suck Remus down completely but kept choking halfway through.

Regulus had had the amazing forethought to tie his hands behind his back because if he hadn't, just the sight of his flushed puppy would have made him force Sirius to take it entirely. Sirius gaged once again and pulled himself off a sting of saliva still connecting them together but wiggled his ass once causing his tail to wag before he tried for what Remus was going to guess was the fifth time. he lost track two orgasm in.

across from him, Regulus was reading a book. he couldn’t remember the title, but it was one of James' favorites. he had his head resting in Regulus lap, Regulus slowly caressing his scalp. his nails scratching him so good James eyes rolled back and he gasped loaudly. Regulus stopped reading and turned to James, who only bowed his head in shame.

it was only seconds before James was back on his already bruised hands and knees. a human foot rest for Remus boyfriend. and it was the way the Regulus didn't bother to look at any of them that made Remus come in Sirius mouth with no warning. Sirius pulled off quickly, choking.

'Sirius, don't be rude and swallow. you're already fucking my boyfriend the least you could do is take what he gives you.'

imma be so real with you, i got confused with what you were asking of me, so i just went with good ol' pet play

[vi-cross]

I have this little mechs as Jon's uni band headcannon that I've never really mentioned to anyone before

So- AMAB non-binary Jon who grew up only ever being called "Jonathan" by his grandma getting to uni and suddenly being surrounded by some of the queerest people he's ever seen and he suddenly figures out his relationship to his own gender isn't normal

Anyway, I hc that that's the first point he starts going by "Jon" bc he's kinda relaxing a bit now that he has friends and is not only getting human interaction through his emotionally distant grandmother

[oldrainfall]

First time drawing anything really for COD— and I’m super happy with how this came out. :] (I made this purely so I can have the boys as my pfp tbh, but shhhh.)

Photos I used for reference under the cut.

[slightly-sigilant]

Ah shit I forgot another important note - all of this was done on Tomoe River paper, which is a special, very thin, coated paper that shows off the qualities of fountain pen inks very well. (There are a number of fountain-pen friendly papers out there, but I like Tomoe River specifically for drawings meant to showcase ink.) The way fountain pen inks look will vary a lot depending upon the pen, the ink, the paper, and how you write/draw (more ink causes heavier sheen for example) so I always advocate for buying little 3-5 ml ink samples first and testing them before you commit to an entire bottle. Especially because an entire bottle of ink can last a long, long time.

I saw a few people in the notes expressing interest in getting these inks so I thought I'd toss that out there. It sucks to spend money on a cool thing only to realize you need to spend even more money to enjoy it.

If there's interest, I could put together a fountain pen 101? No promises on quality, but...

"P drowns in PELIGIN, the colour of the deepest zee. V marks VIOLANT when blood is shed in a spired place. A wakes APOCYAN, the blue of memory and brightest coral. Behind your mirror, V names VIRIC, the colour of shallow sleep. C lights COSMOGONE, the colour of remembered suns. I is for IRRIGO. No one remembers why. G is lost in GANT, which remains when all other colours are eaten." -- Pages from 'The Neathbow', Sunless Sea

Here they are! All seven fountain pen inks I've picked for the Neathbow.

Peligin: Diamine Tempest (dark, dark, dark blue with lots of gold shimmer and a slight red sheen)

Violant: Diamine Polar Glow (electric blue with an intense red sheen)

Apocyan: Diamine Spearmint Diva (teal with silver shimmer and a slight pink sheen)

Viric: Diamine Neon Lime (lime green with lots of silver shimmer)

Cosmogone: Diamine Citrus Ice (bright orange with lots of silver shimmer)

Irrigo: Diamine Pansy (violet with gold-black sheen)

Gant: Dominant Industry Downpour (warm gray, no sheen, no shimmer)

Of all these inks, Downpour is my favorite. It might look like a nothing ink next to all the sheeners and shimmerers, but it has lovely shading and is easy on the eyes. I use it every day for doodling.

Keep in mind that as per Failbetter's own words, the Neathbow is actually quite variable in how it appears, given that its colors are a) unreal, and b) colors. This selection is just my personal interpretation (with a few grabbed from Bruno's unofficial list), and it is not any more "correct" than others. Feel free to assemble your own tasting flight of Neathbow inks if you have the means.

All drawings were done with a Duke 209 (fude nib). Good god, I never want to change out so much ink ever again.

[t0rn4d0273]

VERIZI IM GOING THROUGH WITHDRAWAL

(no pressure no rush tho don’t overwork yourself drink some water you’re doing great no pressure)

anyways here’s paraprism AND arthurlot >:DD haha you didn’t expect that did you (def more paraprism im sorry i watched sonic prime today they’re fresh in my brain)

(I don’t do titles)

the couples sat, captains bar overtaken with plans and papers as Arthur and Prism continued working out plans. Their boyfriends accompanied the two, Paradox standing behind prism, his arms wrapped around the others waist and his head resting in the crook of prisms shoulder. His entire body radiated a comforting warmth Paradox would never want to let go of. He had the couple next to him to thank for that.

Lancelot sat next to Arthur, their hands entertained under the table. Arthur’s right hand searched through the mess of slips and papers before he spoke.

“I seem to have forgotten a paper in the tent. Lance, can you go grab me the paper, please. It should be in the far left corner.”

“Of course.” Lancelot said, pressing a small kiss to Arthur’s hand and starting to the door to the main room.

“I’ll go with him, love you.” Paradox decided spontaneously, placing a small kiss on Prisms cheek before running after Lancelot. He met up with the other as they reached the doorway to the largest room. The chaos was louder in here, but after the weeks spent in here, it was manageable to deal with.

Paradox cleared his throat, slightly nervously (Lancelot still intimidated him to a degree. He’s scary). “Uh- thank you. For all your help.“ he stuttered out.

“You’re very welcome.” Lancelot nodded, pulling up the tent flap and entering the space.

Beelining to the far left corner, where a pile of papers sat, Lancelot grabbed a small stack and turned back to paradox.

“I could not imagine living without my king.” Lancelot “it would have been ill-mannered to not help you.”

Paradox shifted on his feet, following Lancelot to the door. The bustle and noise filled the space of absent conversation as the two approached the bar again.

The two stopped in the doorway, admiring their boyfriends as they worked.

Prism sat, leaning over the plans. He pointed at a paper, holding up a small slip they recognized as an “ask”. Arthur seemed to shoot down the idea, saying something neither of the two in the doorway could hear. Prism set the paper down and returned to scanning the rest of them, his ears flicking back. Arthur looked up, catching sight of the two hedgehogs in the doorway.

“Thank you, dear.” Arthur removed the papers from Lancelot’s hands, swapping it for a small kiss as paradox returned to his previous spot. Prism placed his arms atop Paradox’s, moving his head over so paradox could peek into the notes spread across the table.

The darkness enveloped the group.

“Lights out.” Prism announces. “Let’s turn in.” He gets up, stretching for a second before turning to Paradox.

“You coming?”

“Just let me help clean up. I can see in the dark, you can’t.” Paradox points out.

“Alright, see you back at the tent!” Prism remarks, sprinting off.

Paradox turned to the papers on the table and started stacking. Within 30 seconds, he had handed them over to Arthur with a

“Thank you. For helping me with Prism and all.”

Arthur smiled. “Of course.”

The three left the room, parting as they walked into their tents. Paradox pushed open the small tent flap and made his way over to the nest of bedding on the floor. Throwing the covers up, he crawled his way in. Prism imminently wrapped his arms around Paradox, pulling him under the blankets. He entrapped him in a small good night kiss before muttering those words and burying his head in Paradox’s chest fluff.

He would never let go of this.

(This was nowhere near proofread but I have a test tmr so oh well it’s fine probably sorry if it’s bad)

As always, read @asksonicverse au by the lovely @verizzafai (tagging you always makes me anxious- sorry-) because it’s adorable and because yes

[samtamdan]

What u cooking, good lookin´

[shiocreator]

Phone doodle and tablet doodle

Practicing drawing em

I don't particularly see much stuff of mummymon around so like. Propaganda PLEASE look at how cool he is pretty please

[smokin-salmon]

HAHA, YES!!!

Can't wait to throw Bonnie towards the rot.

my bonnies. one of them is sick

[astrowarr]

after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.

he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, too— to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.

mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.

they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."

i like to think that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?

i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.

the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes

[randomalistic]

EVERY TIME