raduvidestroysteyvat

[sammvitches]

[argonblue]

2nd try at posting this since I forgo the most crucial Art step

[serennes-art]

the branded

redraw of this 2018 set of pieces, with old versions under the cut:

as well as older versions of micaiah and zelgius, from 2020:

gotta say im pretty happy with how the redraw came out! thanks for watching

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A digital drawing of a container cracked in half with images on the halves and shards. On the left half, Red Son looks to the right uncomfortably. On the right, Demon King Red, a Red Son who has his hair down and a crown, is looking to the left with hearts in his eyes. In the shattered pieces between, there is a scared MK, Princess Iron Fan’s head piece, and DBK’s broken horn. Text reads: “A Test of Time”, “by Purble-Turble (lizwuzthere)” in water drop shaped text bubbles. /End ID] 

No clever caption, A Test of Time by @purble-turble just really makes my head go brbrbrbbrbrbrbrbrbr

[grasstimes]

Lots of Mira drawings! Cause I’ve wanted to draw her more

Last seal kiss (the seals are integral trust) by @sippybug

[dragoncxv360]

@cosmicfleurs I was your dca secret santa!!!

(Remaking this ‘cause when I edited the original it posted instead of just saving for the scheduled time tomorrow??? 😭 Thankfully I privated the og post before it got reblogged)

I had so much fun drawing your Runaway Royalty Au! I wanted to do a book cover/movie poster style drawing for this ‘cause it felt perfect for your designs. It was def difficult to draw some parts but overall it was really fun

Checked and apparently I spent 28 hours on this lol that’s now the second time I’ve spent that long on a drawing (that wasn’t multiple drawings on one canvas). It def didn’t feel like it took that long. Checked my battery usage and most of it was done in 2-3 hour chunks over the past week or so XD, yesterday (the 23rd, I’m scheduling this post for tomorrow so it’ll be 2 days ago by the time this is posted) was 5 hours tho.

Anyways, I really love your character designs and am super happy you were assigned to me. I had so much fun making the dynamic poses and the background and shading everything. I even actually had fun with the lineart which doesn’t happen super often for me as I tend to find lineart very tedious and tiring to do (I love how it looks tho so I do it anyways). (Also I hope it was ok to add some weapons and magic and that it’s not like conflicting with what’s canon in the au). I was def inspired by like the Voc Machina tv show cover art for this, The Dragon Prince too probably since they have sorta similar artstyles?

(Also I’m glad I was able to get this done ‘cause I got hit with pretty bad seasonal depression at the beginning half of the month and had to make some med adjustments to get outta that rut)

Progress stuff and timelapse under the cut

Also here’s a 30 second timelapse (the full version is like 15-20 minutes long and I almost fell asleep watching it so I ain’t putting y’all through that lmao)

WARNING FOR FLASHING/FLICKERING

[mobius1s]

idk how this is my 7th year doing this but hey https://artfight.net/~SPACEHARRIER

[anxiouslittlepossum]

So....

Cousins?

[incivisi]

artfight attack for Spoof :9

[salchat]

Today I decided I was going to do whatever the hell I liked, because it's chemo day tomorrow (again). But then I ended up doing lots of useful stuff. Huh. So I needed a reward, and drawing this cute little Dean seemed like a great reward!

I decided to use my neocolor crayons. They look like Crayola, but they're a bit bigger and much softer.

They blend and layer really well and they're also water-soluble, but I didn't use that feature here. They don't erase, obviously, although once you've got a few layers on the paper, you can scratch them off with a knife. Anyway, erasing isn't an issue, usually - you just go over the top. So you don't have to get all over-careful and 'Oh, no! What if I go wrong!'

Here's my rough first stage:

I chose the blue at random, out of my little tub of lots of colours. Not that I haven't looked at colour theory - I have. But I prefer to go with a childlike, 'ooh, pretty colour!' approach.

Here's stage two:

I put some shadows in and attempted to get his mouth in the right place. Dean’s mouth is always the hardest bit!

Next:

I find if I go over the whole lot in a flesh colour I can get more of a sense of what's working and what's not. I used a salmon pink, but any of the pale pinks would have done.

It's getting there, isn’t it? Looking a bit more Dean-like. His mouth still needs a lot of work. Typical...

So, yes, there's way too much highlighting around his mouth, but I've got the shape and position better. And his eyes are looking reasonable.

Oh. Whoops. Sorry! I got a bit carried away and forgot to do more progress shots!

Anyway, here he is, corrected as far as I can so you can see the actual colours. The paper's a lovely rich orange and the dark blue is juicy and bright and luminous.

I'm pretty pleased with him. In fact I love him. (Even though I can tell his eyes are just the tiniest bit squinty for some reason - probably because I didn't actually do the boring measuring-of-proportions stage that I really should definitely do, but don't because it's boring. Silly me.) I used the tiniest bit of white Sennelier oil pastel for the highlights. And if you're drawing in crayon or oil pastel, but can't afford Sennelier (which are stupidly expensive), just buy the white. It's well worth it.

Here's a close-up:

I might put him on my Redbubble, ArtBySalchat, if I remember.

Happy arting, fan artists!

[beenbaanbuun]

brothers best friend pt 2 w/ jeong yunho

part 1

so i forgot to pause my queue and you’re getting this a day early… whoops

yunho looks so massive towering above you like that

there’s an unfamiliar look on his face, cheeks flushed, lips parted, nostrils flared, and you can’t help but feel a little nervous under his watchful gaze

maybe he’s angry, but you can’t think of anything you’d done to upset him

hell, you’d fallen asleep pretty much as soon as he told you to! its like you could’ve—

oh fuck… the dream

you sit up as quick as humanly possible, any semblance of sleepiness slipping away as you realise exactly why he’s looking at you like that

like you’ve just committed the greatest crime known to man

you can’t look at him, embarrassment and guilt flowing through you like blood

“yun, i—” he cuts you off with a shush

it confuses you for just a second or two; surely he’d give you the chance to explain your self right?

it’s hardly like you deserve to have that chance, perverted little slut

but still, yunho is a nice enough guy; he’ll let you try and wriggle your way out of it… won’t he?

“yunho, i can ex—” again, you’re cut off with a sharp shush

you whimper in response as the tears that begin to gather along your lash line turn his silhouette blurry

“i don’t need an explanation from you,” he speaks softly, “i don’t want one, either. i don’t think it would change anything, do you?”

his face is still set in stone, eyes steely as they stare you down

it only makes you feel even more pathetic, like a child being scolded for making a mess

you wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how he saw you; nothing more than his friends kid sister making a mess of things again

you’re always making a mess of things…

your eyes begin to burn with tears

“why are you getting upset, sweetheart?” yunho asks from above you, voice stern and commanding and nothing like the teasing tone he usually uses with you

“it’s embarrassing,” you sniffle, trying your hardest to stop your voice from wavering under the influence of your tears, “i’m sorry.”

he hums, nodding slightly as though he’s seriously mulling over your apology

as if he’s actually considering accepting it…

its cruel, making you wait for your judgement as if he’s not going to end up kicking you out at the end of it all

maybe you were wrong about him being a kind man…

“why is it embarrassing?” he hums, and your heart sinks just a little further

great; he’s going to humiliate you before kicking you out

your eyes meet his, begging for just a little mercy

he doesn’t seem to waver, eyes still icy and face still wearing that unreadable expression

“yunho,” you whisper, mentally preparing yourself to beg for forgiveness

he shakes his head, a hum of disapproval leaving his lips, “tell me, honey; why are you embarrassed?”

and just like that the dam breaks, your chin wobbling as a long keen leaves the back of your throat

the first tear rolls down your cheek, swiftly followed by a second

yunho catches them with his thumbs

“tell me…”

you suck in a shaky breath, forcing it out through your pursed lips

it doesn’t really help to soothe you like you thought it would…

“i had a wet dream about you,” your voice is so timid and small… you’re pathetic

“yes, you did,” yunho agrees, “but i hardly think that’s a good reason for all this fuss, hm?”

you can’t quite make out the tone of his voice

it almost sounds affectionate under that thick layer of condescension that only ever comes out when he’s talking to you

“after all, you didn’t see me crying when i was thinking all those dirty thoughts about you crawling into my bed…”

what?

your jaw hangs slack as you let his words soak in

he has to be teasing you, right?

“your pretty pussy was showing through your shorts, baby, but you didn’t even realise, hm?”

he takes your chin in his hand, forcefully snapping your mouth shut

“you were clenching around nothing,” his pink tongue swipes over his bottom lip, “practically begging for me to fill you up and you didn’t even realise.”

you squirm, everything he does working against you and your barely intact sanity

his words that he says so nonchalantly as if you’re not utterly filthy

his hand that remains firmly on your chin, his thumb dancing back and forth along your jawline

that damned tongue that he can’t seem to keep inside of his mouth for more than a second

you can’t help it when you whimper; after all, he’s the only one to blame

“yuyu,” you sound as pathetic as you feel, but you don’t have the brain power to feel humiliated, “please do something…”

he smiles down at you

“do something?” he asks, “like what, honey? you’re going to have to be more specific if you want yuyu to do what you want.”

the sound of him teasing you so effortlessly goes straight to your cunt, and you clench your thighs around nothing

it doesn’t help ease the ache between them at all

in fact all it does is smear your wetness over your thighs, leaving you with a sticky, uncomfortable mess

you desperately need something more; some friction to ease that ache in your clit and something inside of you to fill up your empty hole

and there’s yunho, your brothers best friend, standing above you looking like a fucking god

that’s all you need to push you over the edge

“yunho, please fuck me,” you whine, bringing a hand up to rest upon his wrist

your fingers wrap around it, tugging softly until his grip slips from your jaw

you drag it down, heading lower and lower until his hand catches on the duvet that still rests over your lower half

and then you stop, passing the proverbial ball to him; it’s in his court now and whatever happens next is up to him

whether he fucks you or not… it’s his choice

but you have no time to worry about what might not come to pass when he grabs the covers and tosses them to the side

his eyes hone in on those fucking shorts, and he swears he can feel his cock jump in his shorts

fucking hell, they’re practically see through with just how wet you are

he can see everything and what a delight that is

your pretty little pussy, wet and waiting for him to ruin it with his fingers, his cock, him cum

he needs so badly to see the real thing

“these damn shorts, baby,” he groans as he hooks his fingers over the waist band and tugs, “i might just have to keep them, if that’s okay with you?”

his words make your pussy clench, a sight that has him humming in appreciation

“i take that as a yes?” he tugs them down over your thighs, wasting no time in stripping your bottom half bare and tucking your shorts in the pocket of his pants.

with your glistening hole now exposed to him, he wastes no time in getting on his knees at the bottom of the bed

at first he just watches it, studying it as intensely as a college student studies their textbook the night before a final

you’re about to say something, to beg some more, when he reaches out a hand and slides a finger through your sopping folds

you gasp as he brushes it gently against you clit before pulling it away entirely, slipping it between his lips without so much as a second of hesitation

his eyes flutter closed and his cheeks hollow

the moan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic; you find yourself in awe of the show he’s putting on for you

“taste so good, honey,” he purrs as he tugs his finger free, “i’d eat you up forever, if you let me…”

he pauses, letting his eyes flicker up to meet yours

“will you let me?”

you nod, too dazed to say anything

“good girl…”

he wastes no time in laying down and throwing your legs over his shoulders

his giant hands find your thighs, gently caressing your smooth skin under the calloused tips of his fingers

they squeeze, kneading your flesh as he lowers his face to your aching core

“ready?” he hums, the word propelling a cool blast of air against your clit

you squirm and nod, but he shakes his head

“i really need your words this time, baby,” he says, “i’ve been lenient so far but i won’t do anything without your explicit permission; are you ready?”

“y-yes, yun…”

and just like that, he presses a soft kiss to your clit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing it before he pulls away

it draws a whine through your gritted teeth

yunho chuckles before going back in to lick a stripe over your dripping hole

an obscene slurping sound echoing around the room as his tongue collects as much of your juices as he can before going back for more

he licks and prods are your hole, seeming to tease it until it leaks some more, all which his nose bumps gorgeously up against your clit

you hands fly to his hair, holding him against you in fear of him leaving you high and dry

he’s making you feel so good, the last thing you want is for this to stop

he just smiles against you as he feels the tug of your fingers in his locks, scraping his teeth against you in a way that has your body going limp

it’s even worse when he brushes them against your sensitive bud

you don’t quite register the sound your own mouth makes, too lost in the throws of pleasure to fully comprehend anything other than yunho

“so sweet, honey,” he grunts before he takes you clit between his lips

he suckles on it, hollowing his cheeks out as he pulses the pressure

he alternates between hard and soft sucks

it’s enough to make that knot in your stomach tighten

you’re getting close

“yuyu,” you cry as you let your hips buck into his mouth

it doesn’t phase him at all, so you carry on seeking your high

and when yunho sharpens his tongue to a point, letting you grind against the very top of it, that’s when you come undone

that’s when the knot snaps and your world turns white for just a second

fucking hell, yunho knows how to eat pussy…

he continues his ministrations for just a moment or two, letting you get it all out of your system before he pulls away and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand

“how was that, pretty girl?” he hums, “think you can take my cock next?”

[pinksilvace]

The Two Princes Caleb and Hunter in the Tower

Basic process breakdown under the cut

Sketch, background, and flat tones (these all get chopped up a bit during the painting process and I forgot to take screenshots until partway through. whoops)

Several layers of shadow/highlight (multiply/screen) layers. Usually, I'll do two of each for characters, but this one only used one highlight layer with two shadows.

Painting . Small brush, tight blending, all done on one layer. I start with the important details because I tend to get sloppy by the end of it.

Several layers of colors and adjustments (and sometimes an extra multiply layer over the painting for tonal correction)

[ihatebrainstorm]

[Layers..?]

Minimus and Ravage read "Warrior" "Layers" together

I made this so long ago that I forgot the reasoning behind it whoops

[fatratinatophat]

I'm so normal and not neurodivergent, chat

I drew Goob because he's my favorite and a shitty Glisten for my best friend. The Glisten isn't as good I think because it was the first drawing I've actually done in AGES (I usually don't draw during summer vacation to mess with my art style more, only did it now because my friends and I were on call together drawing) so yeah

I only changed a little about Glisten but I gave Goob a bit of a redesign to add more character- also a tail because I felt like it shut up. Also I accidentally drew an entirely different layer on top of my color layer after hand coloring the entire thing so don't as why the Goob's coloring is a bit worse

I'm gonna shut up and stop yapping now

Edit: forgot to sign my Goob whoops

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 17 - Facials

Kinks: Facials

Pairing: GN!Reader x M!Centaur

Other Kinks: Cock Worship, Blow Jobs, Slight Exhibitionism

Word Count: 1752 words

Kinktober Masterlist

There was something about a rodeo boy.

It’s a combination of things; The accent, their rugged hands, the way they swagger across the stadiums decked out in their fancy gear. They were hot commodities and they knew it, sending winks and handing out numbers to any sweet thing that caught their eye.

You were only human, of course you weren’t immune to the sultry allure of those cowboys, even if it was just for a night and cheap fun. When you saw that stallion of a centaur ride around the stadium, wrangle and hogtie that calf in 7 seconds flat, you felt a buzz in your head that had you acting foolish. So yeah, maybe you unbuttoned your shirt a little and revealed a little more chest. Maybe you leaned over and whooped and hollered when he came in first, mouth watering as he flicked back that shaggy, dirty-blond hair and brushed the arena dust off his face. And maybe you not-so-innocently strided up to the stallion, leaned in real close and laid a hand on his chest, saying he looked damn good out there.

But hey, there’s nothing to say that acting cheap doesn’t get you results.

“Damn, sugar, you’re hungry for it.” Boone laughs, trying to act all confident despite the way his eyes dart all around, ears twitching at every noise. The stall you had pulled into was in a quiet part of the arena stadium, far from the main events still ongoing. It hardly looked like it had been used all, hay still clean and water troughs and hay bags empty. Still, it wasn’t off limits to think that someone would wander back here, either by accident or looking for some fun of their own. But that’s a risk you’re willing to deal with.

“Sure am.” You purr, already on your knees in front of Boone, stroking down his human torso and feeling the happy trail right to his thicker layer of fur. It’s the same dirty blonde as his hair, still coated in dust from his arena ride. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” You lick your lips, pressing a kiss to Boone’s navel.

“Well who am I to deny such a loyal fan?” Boone pats the top of your head, legs slowly spreading out. You peak down between and see his square tipped cockhead poking out of its sheath, already dripping. Your mouth waters. “Now, do you want to do this right under me or-”

“I was thinking like this.” You tap the inside of Boone’s leg and gesture to the stall door behind you. If he hikes up his front two legs, you’d be at perfect face height with his meaty cock. Which, considering that only half is out right now and it’s still almost the length of your forearm, is saying a lot. 

“Fine by me, darling.” Boone props his first hoof, grabbing the side of the wall and pulling to put both just above your head. The angle you’re at gives you the perfect view of his muscled forearm, his rolled up flannel sleeves laying bare the pronounced veins and deep tan of his skin. “Get to see your pretty face like this too.”

Something wet and warm pokes against your chin, your gaze so lost in looking up at his cut figure that you almost forgot about the massive cock in front of you.

Holy mother of god. You knew centaurs were hung, but Boone’s cock is damn near the length of your torso. The head taps your chin while his balls lay snugly against your stomach, the throbbing dick as thick around as a water bottle. It curves slightly to the right, just missing your mouth and has similar rigid veins as his forearms. 

“Like what you see?”

Slackjawed in awe, all you can do is nod, hand gravitating to grasp at the base like a moth to the flame. You can’t even grip all the way around his shaft, but it’s still enough to make Boone bite his bottom lip and hiss. 

“Very.” You whisper, squeezing your hands around the thick girth, as if testing to see if it was real. A deep rumble comes from Boone’s chest, another glob pre-cum pooling at his tip.

Whelp, guess I should get to work.

Gathering up the pooled up saliva in your mouth, you spit into your other hand, quickly joining it with the other and slathering it up the veiny shaft. Boone’s hips jut just a hit, tapping your chin with his sticky head. It leaves trails of his pre-cum across your skin, though you're a little too hot and bothered to care.

“Patience, big boy.” You whisper, puckering your lips and pressing a dainty kiss to his head. Boone sighs, wrapping his large hand around the back of your neck. He doesn’t force your head down or apply any pressure, but the weight of it still sends a shiver down your spine.

You smack your lips, salty cum tasting somehow sweet on your tongue. It makes you crave more, and you lick a long circle around the entire circumference of his cock-head, sweaty and musky as the rest of him.

“Fuck, sugar. More of that.” The hand on the back of your neck squeezes just a bit, making your giggle.

You continue licking around his head, just missing his slit with your wandering tongue. Your hands get to work jerking up and down his shaft, just a couple inches as to not exhaust your poor forearms. Boone’s dick twitches in your grip. You look like you just devoured a glazed donut, jaw and lips shiny and sticky.

Veins pulse beneath your palms, hot blood rushing to flush Boone’s pink cock an even brighter shade of red. His breath has begun to pick up, his chest heaving as you work up and down his cock like a professional. You’ve switched from just licking to sucking, hard enough to almost leave hickeys on his shaft. He’s far too wide for your deep-throat him, but this seems to get the job done just as well, the heat of your mouth setting his skin ablaze.

Floorboards squeak when Boone digs his hooves in, humping into your hands. His shaft bumps against your torso with each one, the half-inch thrusts enough to nearly knock you over. But you suck in and engage your core, tighten your grip around his cock like a python to keep your leverage. Just as Boone wanted, fingers threading through the baby hairs at the back of your skull.

“Shit.” Boone curses, banging his fist into the side of the stall door. You can feel his heavy gaze on you, watching you suck his cock like a popsicle, but you’re too focused on your craft to care. Hips begin to move a bit faster, tip now slapping against your cheeks with a wet plap each time. You let him, chasing his taste with your mouth each time. It gives your poor arms a chance to rest, keeping your hands formed like a circle for him to fuck into.

“Gonna need you to come to all my shows, darling.” Boone is panting now, the muscles of his haunches flexing as he chases the high of your mouth. “Think a blowie will be good motivation, get my head in the game.” His tips now hit the bottom of your nose, nearly drowning you in his gummy pre-cum. “Might beat my record, knowing I got a hot little thing ready to get on their knees when I do.”

You nod, mouth hanging open as Boone juts in and out, tongue stuck out like a dog and letting his cock just move back and forth, back and forth. Every thrust brings a new taste, another salty mouthful just for you.

“F-fuck, I’m getting close.” Boone says, hands wringing into your skull and the edge of the stall door. You could tell, his thrust have gotten sloppy and coordinated, his head hitting a different spot of your face everytime. “Where do you want it?’

“My face.” You slur between mouthfuls of cock. “All over my face.”

You don’t think about the consequences, about the mess he’s gonna make. You just need this cowboy's cum on your face, and you need it now.”

Boone guffars at your suggestion, but moves even faster. He pushes your neck into his shaft, forces you to rub your face against the sweaty skin.

“Anything for you, sugar.”

Boone ends with a couple powerful thrusts, almost knocking you over. With the final thrust he wrenches your head back, angles you perfectly to shoot all over your face and mouth. His cock spurts like a firehose, enough cum to cover your face and your chest, hot cum dripping down the deep-v of your flannel and down to your stomach. It tastes just like before, salty and delicious, leaves you wanting more. His tights ball squeeze with each burst, pumping more and more cum to cover you entirely.

When Boones hand leaves the back of your neck, you fall backwards and against the stall door. You can barely open your eyes, covered in so much cum you think Boone’s musk will be stuck to you for weeks.

You don’t see but hear the turning off the nozzle in front of the water bucket, streams of water covering Boone’s sweat slicked and dirty hands. Boone rips the handkerchief off around his neck and douses it, the ratty texture kind of nice when he wipes it up and down your face, scoops off enough cum to fill several turkey basters.

“Damn, I drenched ya.” Boone laughs in disbelief. “Sorry, sugar, I don't think I’ve cummed that much in a while.”

You give a thumbs up, silently communicating your more than fine with this outcome. His gentle cleaning was a nice surprise, your horny mind more than content to be doused and not even think of the consequences.

Boone's able to get all of the cum off your face and neck, but there's still dribbles of it down your chest and under your shirt. The handkerchief is too soaked at that point, creating more of a mess than cleaning.

“I’ll just shower when I get home” You assuage Boone’s worries.

He laughs.

That night, you leave the rodeo filthy and content. Cum stains on your stomach, and a handsome rodeo’s boy’s number on your phone.

“I wasn’t joking, darling.” Boone said, patting the side of your cheek. “I think you’re my new good luck charm.”