#ty!!!!! >:33333

[hattoriscap]

tour bus cuddles and/or remembering they can't actually fit anywhere for tour bus cuddles🥺 lyyyybb

praying for the person in the bottom bunk bed rn

[lowp0lyrat]

u ever see a woman so beautiful you start believing in god again 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[normalenjoyer-png]

for requests this is really specific but can you draw ink sans holding a photo of prescribed adderall pills (adhd medication) in his hand like he is holding a golden lock of an angel’s fine hair

sure thing boss

[erwinsvow]

hii idk if request r open but what abt rafe going down on u after just getting his buzzcut and u try pulling his hair but u cant so u start whining abt it and get a little teary eyed cuz u love his hair n then he promises to grow it back for u🥹☝🏼

you try to sit up for a moment, but rafe's still having his way between your legs, so you end up thudding back down against his sheets, a stray moan leaving your mouth.

you do what you always do—run your fingers through rafe's hair and try to push him closer, or sometimes further away when it's getting to be too much, even though you're not nearly strong enough to actually do so, but today your fingers fall short. they're searching for what they usually find but are being greeted by nothing but the short hairs of rafe's new buzzcut.

you flop against the sheet, trying your hardest to shut your legs.

"rafe-" you get out, and he takes it as a sign to keep going, to go harder. you let out another moan but are determined to get him to listen, closing your thighs around his head. he finally looks up, mad that you're trying to get him to stop, eyes blown with lust, mouth wet with your juices. you bite your cheek, wondering why you would ever make him stop when he's like this.

"what? m'busy."

"this isn't the same."

rafe looks back down at your pussy, and then back up at you.

"looks the same to me."

"no, rafe, your hair. this isn't the same. it's no fun now," you whine, face twisting into a sad pout—really, you are sad. you think sadly for a moment there's nothing you like more than rafe's long hair.

"no fun? really?" rafe pushes in two fingers to your wet hole suddenly, making you gasp and clench around him. "she's having fun. i can tell. look how fuckin' wet you are."

"i-um, oh-" rafe adds a third finger, pushing in and out of you quickly. you can't stay still, head tipping back, noises spilling out. rafe mocks your moans.

"no fun. shut up."

he makes you cum twice like that, probably just to punish you for even acting up. you take it without a complaint after that. later that night, when you're about to fall asleep, you feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead.

"it'll grow back, kid, don't worry."

[crumb]

(ib)

[upperranktwo]

☆The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head☆

Happy Birthday Mars ♡ @man4jiro

[serfuzzypushover]

Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could request some meowrails with a cat therian Nepeta and a horse therian Equius and / or a plural Nepeta :33

Side note, our system's Nepeta really lives your meowrails art!! She especially likes how you draw her fluffy ^w^ have a nice day!!

i wasnt sure if/what gear equius would wear so i jusr gave him a lil horseshoe pin <3 and i made nepetas hat brown to b more uhhh therian like? like her theriotype is a brown tabby Σ:3

[tailoredshirt]

[allthegothihopgirls]

Dick grayson has gone undercover as a drag queen at least two times. Both times there were other disguise options but he Batman glared every time someone mentioned it (He slayed so hard)

this reminds me of this fic on ao3 kind of. him, jason, and tim abandon their usual undercover roles and go undercover as queens at a bar to find the perpetrator of repeated attacks on patrons. (it's a very good fic, definitely check it out).

i don't think he'd be the type to fuss over the undercover identity he has to take on missions, if that means he ends up crossdressing (whether it be as a queen, or just going undercover as a regular woman) so be it.

if the bats are trailing a high-status criminal, and their plan needs an 'inside woman' to chat the guy up at the iceberg lounge for intel or a distraction, i can 100% see dick offering himself up for that role, to spare one of the girls from doing it (not that he thinks they're incapable, he'd just rather spare them the weirdness of interacting with middle-aged socialite criminals).

[albaricomics]

GAH i wanted to show you this piece i drew (my oc, nacha, and anastacha) MNHHG SILLY

AWWWWW look at that family scene!!

Love how Anastacha is a little cheerful girl just jumping around, and the bc is super cute!!

And they went for a picnic yayyy!!

[shima-draws]

Gifrias to start off the new year ;)))) As it SHOULD

[erabu-san]

Having fun.

Bonus :

[triona-tribblescore]

THE GAY BOI BE UPON YA

You thought I will not bite back? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHA

KREDENAAAA!!!!!!!

DUDE-!!!! ITS HIM- MY LITTLE GAY GOTH PASTEL SON!!!! I LOVE HIM

OH- UGH- MY HEART- HE'S SO SOFT IN UR STYLE IM-

WAHHHHHHHHHH <33333333

[wikitpowers]

but what if kit was wrapping ty in a pride blanket WHAT THEN?????? like sorry but that would be so fucking adorable like my heart????? :( 🏳️‍🌈

(last pic is how kit makes use of said blanket btw)

[druidshollow]

is this real

bBROOOOO THIS IS S O FUCKING REAL.

god you draw iterators so fucking cool

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy late birthday!!! I hope you had a good day and had a fun time <3

I don't know if your wips are open yet cus it doesn't say so, but you just posted something related so idk.

If they are, could I have some Vampdrew? Or some Angel Neil?

Either way! Lots of love <3

WIP Wednesday (9/18) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 234)

"So what? Neither are these," Andrew says as he lights a cigarette. He takes a drag and blows out smoke; it curls in the cool evening air then dissipates. "But I like them."

Neil takes the gum out of his mouth and it burns to nothing in his hand. A slightly fruity scent joins Andrew's cigarette smoke as the angel picks up the sandwich. "Thanks."

While they sit there, Andrew considers the pros and cons of being an angel. For every good thing seems to be canceled out by another. Neil can make himself invisible, but he has to because he's not allowed to talk to people. He can summon a magical knife, but he's terrified of it. He doesn't have to eat but he evidently feels hunger, based on the huge bite he's taking. Andrew flicks ash and lifts his cigarette back to his lips. He thinks the umbrella-shield and the angel fire must have drawbacks, he just hasn't witnessed them yet.

"D'you put jelly in this?" Neil asks suddenly, his voice thick with peanut butter. Andrew doesn't think it should be endearing, but alas. He's weak.

"No. Didn't have any." Andrew answers, causing Neil to pout slightly. Before Andrew can call him out for being a choosing beggar, he realizes Neil has literally never asked him for anything. Not for himself. He only asks for things that pertain to Andrew's well-being. The idiot. Neil sets his sandwich on his thigh and grabs for the water bottle, taking a long sip. Andrew watches his throat as he swallows.

Once they're both finished with their unnecessary vices— can a peanut butter sandwich be a vice, Andrew wonders— Neil burns the paper towel Andrew had wrapped up and stares into the flame in his hand with an unreadable expression. Andrew gives him a look. Is he about to find the bad side of Neil's fire? No, evidently not. Neil just blows the pile of ash out of his palm and moves to lie down, looking up at the sky.

It's far too early for stars and they're sort of hard to see from here anyway, thanks to all the light pollution. But Neil just keeps staring up at the fading daylight. A few moments pass and suddenly a plane is overhead, leaving wispy white streaks behind it. Andrew watches it until it's out of sight and thinks that it's like Neil. No matter if he's visible or not, there's always angelic contrails in Andrew's mind. It's sort of nice, having Neil to think about instead of the rest of everything in the world. The future, the past. Fuck, even the present is annoying to think about for too long. But Neil makes it worthwhile, even if he's a bit pissy the court is off limits till Friday.

That's right, Andrew remembers gleefully. There was no practice today and there won't be tomorrow either. Or Thursday. Oh, what a wonderful world to live in. No practice, just Neil and— Oh, fuck. Tomorrow's Wednesday. Andrew chews on the end of his cigarette as he considers his next session with Betsy. He's not sure what they'll end up discussing, but he knows she'll inevitably bring up Neil. She's his favorite subject at the moment, after all. (Andrew's too, but no one needs to know.)

Speaking of Neil. Andrew is once again fully convinced there's a gorgeous, snarky, angelic asshole lying next to him right now. He knows Neil is here. He's seen him eat and drink and sew and there's the knife mark in the roof still. And the Butcher exists and Kevin met him! He has all this evidence, he believes in Neil. He's 99.9% sure Neil's here. But there's the tiniest, tiniest bit of doubt in the back of Andrew's mind and he wants it gone.