#this isn't the art idea i had btw

[accirax]

the entire fandom rn

[poppyflavour]

"You could come knocking, and I'll raise hell for you"

Something something the ghost of the past..

Well woo-wee that wasn't supposed to be a lineart now was it? Anyway, had this idea for a while, added to the headcanon I have with Vic if not seeing then 'feeling' the presence of other ghosts because she is somewhat a ghost herself this makes up for a pretty unsettling scenario.

I used a younger version of Pink here instead of her more mature one because that's how i imagine Vic remember her best (she's not super young tho, she's 20ish or something)

[solaestial]

The Sweet Escape - Poets of the Fall

bonus version with fewer color tweaks

[roxyandelsewhere]

in my head this is the wall of a submarine

inprnt | society6 | redbubble | teepublic | ko-fi

[chaotic-average-child]

The Starlight Knight

[disposal-blueeee]

[nero-neptune]

thinking about scars...

[aq2003]

[wipes tear from eye] they're all so fucking stupid (x)

[beanbeanbee]

Doodles while I was waiting for the Big Run results

[tracle0]

Previous - here First - here

Thanks for reading!

[threadmonster]

Today I struck a new creative mine in my head. We're gonna see how deep it runs.

[yourfavwritersfavoritewriter]

movie night w/ patrick and art

a. donaldson x reader x p. zweig

warnings: 18+ mdni, threesome, fingering, blowjob, cuckoldry kinda, sub!art, jealous!patrick, rough fucking, unprotcted sex

word count: 1,427

a/n: trying new fic layouts btw so don't mind the inconsistency of the layouts lol

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you're sat between art and patrick while the three of you are doing your weekly movie night, coordinated by you. usually since it was your idea to do this weekly ritual you pick the movie. art and patrick are never really interested in it for that reason but they still try and pay attention half the time. this time though, it seemed like they were fixated on something else entirely; eachother. out of the corner of your eye you can see them staring at eachother.

"guys are you even watching the movie? you said you'd watch it this time!" you whined. you caught them several more times with their eyes fixated on one another rather than the screen. it annoys you but you just brush it off and go to the bathroom. "don't turn on anything else!" you yelled behind you.

several minutes later, you come back out of the bathroom and stop when you hear a wet sound. like the sound of making out. you start to get pissed off because they promised they would watch the movie you picked tonight and you thought they had turned on some stupid other movie. you're about to confront them when you hear a name leave one of their mouths. "pat-" a whine.

the lewd kissing noises started to turn into soft moans and whimpers. you peak your head around the corner to see art and patrick sticking their tongues down each other's throats. patrick palming art through his jeans. "shh," patrick whispered into art's ear, kissing the top of it. "she's gonna hear you."

"isn't that what you want?" art questions, still engrossed in the way patrick's big hand feels on his cock. "fuck," his hips are lifting into the air as he goes back into kiss patrick.

"uh hum!" you cough as you walk back into the living room to make your presence known. they scramble off of each other back to their original seats on the couch. your guys' eyes dart between each other, you looking between the two of them. you sit down and their eyes follow you. they sit meekly, not saying a word.

you look down to both of their crotches, their pants straining against their hard ons. "you guys always leave me out" you pout. they look between eachother, confused.

"what?" art shifts uncomfortably on his cushion. you lay your hand atop his thigh. art's stuck between a state of panic and horny when you trail your hand up to his erection. he looks to patrick for some kind of answer.

"it's kinda rude to fuck behind my back. i put this whole thing together for you." you dramatize your words, putting emphasis on the word fuck. "why do you guys get to have fun?"

"c'mere." patrick beckons. he locks his lips with yours, sloppy at first and then moving in tangent with each other. he places light kisses down from your cheek to your neck, sucking lightly at the skin. your eyes are closed, head lifted to the ceiling, as your hand travels to art's waistband where you pull his dick out. his tip is red and leaking, twitching in your hand.

"pat," you nudge him off your neck. "blow art." art whimpers and his pelvis jerks into your hand. his jaw is slack. patrick swiftly moves to where you're holding art, kneeling at the side of the couch. art's fucking dripping onto your knuckles, the pre cum sliding between your fingers. "you're so big, art. you think patrick could take all of it?"

"wouldn't be the first time" patrick chimes in. he wraps his lips around art's tip without another thought. with your hand still on art's shaft, you start stroking him using patrick's drool as lubricant.

"shiittt," art gasps. "fuck fuck," he moans at the sudden stimulation. his body goes into hyperdrive at the touch of you two. patrick's mouth is warm around his tip and your hand is oh so soft near his base. he's moaning both your names as he fucks into you guys, making patrick choke around him at the abrupt thrusts.

"he's taking you so well, art. look at him. drooling around your cock," patrick moans around art, sending shivers through art's spine. with his head tilt back his cries get louder and louder. you remove your hand from art's length to give patrick more space, causing art to whine at the loss of sensation. they turn into pants once more when patrick's envelops art completely. you move off the couch next to patrick and reach down to between his legs. he's as hard as a fucking rock; humping into the side of the couch like a pathetic dog. "you like sucking off your best friend? want me to get you off too?" you whisper into his ear. he groans, once again making art moan in turn.

patrick's cock springs out from confinement. he's so huge that when your hand wraps around it, it doesn't even cover half. the girth on that man too, jesus. he's practically crying when you start stroking him. his mouth falters around art as he moans from the pleasure. he's humping into your hand like his life depends on it.

"fuck, pat. i-i'm gonna cum. please." art begs as he fucks himself into patrick's mouth, getting ready to paint the back of his throat with his semen.

"cum, art. cum for him. fuck he wants it so bad. you should see the way he's fucking my hand right now," in a matter of seconds, art orgasms down patrick's throat with a loud moan followed by a long shudder. patrick swallows all of it, sticking out his tongue to you to prove it. "good boy." you praise and his head starts to spin.

"get up," patrick removes himself from your hand and bends you over the couch. he lines himself up to your entrance and pushes himself in til he bottoms out, making eye contact with art when he does. art's mouth is open like he wants to say something but can't. you both groan when the head of cock hits your cervix opening. "jesus, she's so tight." he's squeezing onto your hips with a bruising grip. "come here, art. rub her clit. she'll like it more." and art follows orders, using his two middle fingers to rub tight circles on your nub.

you're fucking shaking between the two of them, your legs trembling under you. patrick's fucking you so good he's making you see stars. you can barely control anything that comes out of your mouth. just profanities and lewd noises that your neighbors can probably all hear. "mhng- art. fuck, don't stop. you're doing so good." art's dick jumps at the praise and patrick's at anger. he's the one fucking you, why should art be called the good one? he increases his pace into you. the couch is creaking more than a broken headboard at this point but he doesn't let up. not until he's made you cum so hard on his dick you can't walk for days.

"pat- m'gonna cum." you say as you pussy clenches around him. you're practically screaming bloody mary when you cum around his dick. he doesn't stop fucking into you though. "fuck patrick. d-don't"

"don't what, sweetheart?" art's stops rubbing your clit and sits on his calves watching as patrick relentlessly fucks into you. "you don't like being split open on my cock?" he teases. you do. you just don't have the words to reply back. you bite the back of the couch as a second orgasm quickly washes over you.

he pulls out and jerks himself on over you ass, his cum landing on the small of your back and top of your ass. art groans at the sight. you collapse onto the couch with your back against art's leg and your head dangerously close to his now half-hard cock. art shyly runs his hand through your hand, combing your scalp with his finger nails. you're so tired you almost fall asleep like this. "fuck, you guys look a mess," patrick sneers.

"shut up," art retorts.

"hey, maybe next time you'll get to fuck her," patrick adds. art looks down to where your head is on his lap. his eyes are asking for confirmation and all you do is shrug with a lazy grin on your face. "you should've felt her, art." he goes on, bragging about you to him like you're not even there. you fall asleep to the sound of them arguing about who gets what part of you next.

[yujateaandpi]

Sooo just to clarify this isn't like the drifting stars au where Mable gets sucked into the portal duringthat one episode. Ford was in gravity falls for a bit of the summer until something happen??

Btw love your art can't way to cry to it!

No, and to those who keep asking, I want to make it very clear that I had no idea what the drifting stars au was before I drew the first page. This is brain soup pairing to the Don't Dimension It comic in the Lost Legends book when Mabel gets sucked into a leftover Weirdmaggedon rift to the multiverse. Except in this AU, Ford goes with her. They lollygag for a week of silly adventures trying to get back home, expecting that this is something they can scrapbook about before the summer ends. But when they return home... well.

[bgyuus]

˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡° we can't be friends

he was important to you

this isn't accurately based of his lore (his story will be dropping in 2.1) nor even based of the 2.0 storyline BUT ariana grande's new song and album had me on a chokehold sm i just had to write it about aventurine, although i can see this song fitting perfectly with sae itoshi from blue lock too :> (not proofread btw)

"kakavasha!"

you smiled, running up to him with a small piece of bread in your fingers. having to live under poverty because of the 'bad guys' that were attacking your hometown was becoming even harder to find food yet alone shelter.

the boy with with blonde hair and purple eyes- that you swore you could look into them everyday and never got bored, turned to you with a wide smile on his face. "this is great! we finally have something to eat!"

the both of you shared the bread together under a rundown hut somewhere on the outskirts of sigonia-IV, looking over their homes.

the boy handed out a small bracelet, clipping it around her hand as he bashfully rubs the back of his head. "It's not much but.. at least this'll remind you of me."

"kakavasha.." she whispers softly, looking at him with tears in her eyes. the boy's face instantly turned pale as he nods to let you continue.

"promise me you'll stay with me, even if we get to leave this place, i want us to stay together. promise?"

the boy nods at your words, making a pinkie swear to seal their promise. little that you know that such promises were never bound to be true anyway.

time skips to current penacony

"y/n! check out the view!"

march 7th said as they all step down the express, looking over the reverie. the receptionist greeted them with a warm smile while himeko dealt with the room reservations.

"having problems with checking in?"

a voice that sounded so smug made them all turned their heads, facing a blonde man wearing a exclusive suit that was surely expensive.

"i beg your pardon, mr..?" welt asks, stepping in front of the girls. for some reason, you kept staring at the blonde man. something about him was giving off familiarity. "those eyes-"

"you like my eyes? why thank you, friend."

the blonde said in tone which definitely made you feel like slapping him. he sounded so cocky yet you can't help but feel like you know him from somewhere.

"kakavasha..?" you quietly spoke, making the blonde glaring daggers towards you. "Y-you're.. you're alive?" your hand reaches out to touch his cheek but the blonde stepped back. "the name's aventurine. i have no idea who you're talking about." he snapped, crossing his arms.

dismissing you, he went over to welt and himeko to discuss about the room reservations, leaving you, march and stelle alone. "you know the guy?" stelle asked with a disgusted look on her face. "yeah y/n, he was rude to you," march added. you brought out the bracelet that was wrapped around your wrist nearly as you walked up to the blonde who's name was aventurine.

"mr aventurine, sorry to disturb you but do you remember this?"

you showed him the bracelet, in hopes that this was the kakavasha she once cherished. aventurine flinches when his eyes lays on the bracelet but he shook his head a no. "no idea where you got that piece of art from," he replied bluntly. "you're from sigonia-IV! your eyes explains it! i'm y/n, one of the remaining sigonia-IV survivors-"

"i don't know you."

this made you stop dead as you blinked at him. "w-what do you-" "you heard me."

you lowered your head in shame as the commotion was already attracting other hotel guests in the lobby. stelle quickly steps in front of you as march tries to console you as the tears went down your cheeks unnoticeable.

"fine, we'll have it your way then." himeko glares at him, sealing their deal about the room reservations as aventurine lets out a chuckle. "spot on, astral express friends. enjoy your stay." and with that he walked passed you, sending you an annoyed look before walking away amongst the crowd.

"y/n..." himeko pats your back as she felt bad for what has happened between your interaction with aventurine. you only shake you head in response, giving the express crew a small smile, in hopes for them to ignore the fact that the boy you once loved was now a completely different person.

[palskippah]

Hi!!

Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!

(Here's my commission info btw!)

Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)

-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.

>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.

>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.

>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.

-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk

-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.

-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.

That's all pipipi :'v I love them

Addition!

-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries

[rinnie-marylin]

Saw this meme and i HAD to draw tobecky with it.

I'm aboutta yap about every single detail so buckle up!

I tried to make it a stained glass type of artstyle. Although the colors do kinda burn my eyes but i guess that's the beauty of it?

Also i don't want nobody telling me a star is not similar to the sun in terms of mythical... astrology or whatever yall call it, the sun IS a star😤

I made them COMPLETE polar opposites of each other.

Like how the shades of the bg colors are opposite. How the people worship the star due to it's benefits. While the moon is lonely, and looks down on the robots he made as friends, while the star never had to look down, she knows people are there to support her.

The star is wearing more ancient clothes compared to the moon, which is more modern, because the sun is older than the moon and has been worshipped far longer.

The sun has messier glass shards because becky can't draw for shit lol (a.k.a, she isn't that creative so it would be funny and accurate to make her card messy)

Meanwhile tobey's card is more organized and sophisticated. Usually stained glass art has organized glass shards but sometimes their locations are messy for the purpose of focusing on the story or meaning.

I originally didn't intend for the sun's card to be so bright but i guess that's the whole point of the sun, it's beautiful but if you look it too long you'll hurt your eyes. So imma keep it this way.

This is a small detail i'm pretty no one noticed or even bothered to notice. The shield behind becky (meant to reoresent her iconic star insignia, with her body sprawled out like a star) is actually flipped upside down behind tobey in his card to truly represent how flipped and different their moral standards are.

This is also slightly based off of the wordgirl lore and backstories of tobey and becky in the fading facade which is one of my fav wordgirl fanfics! I liked the idea of tobey being the prince of britannica, a rival planet to lexicon. and for tobecky's story to have a romeo and juliet mix to it. So tobey's clothes here are what i think royal britannica princes wear. That's why it's so fancy.

Here's the original template btw