#you'd be wrong

[causeimanartist]

I'm trying to just get back into drawing more so have some sketchy sketches

[xxnashiraxx]

Ooh, very curious about all the wips lisked in your wip folder game! 👀 How about 3. Letting Off Some Steam? ❤️

God I am so sorry... all I have is smut this evening. Thank you for asking!!! 😭 Answering from this post!

Have some Act 3 Astarion/Ofelia shenanigans

Below the cut!

The tiefing narrows his eyes slightly, watching Ofelia melt to Astarion’s side, and a sense of pride inflates his chest when he sees Rolan withdraw with only a slight sag to his shoulders.

“Apologies-”

“Accepted! And we will take you up on that one hundred percent discount, thank you!” Astarion snips back, letting the zeal of his victory lace each word. With their new wares secure in his pack, he pivots the two of them away from the counter towards the exit, and Ofelia huffs in protest as he spurs her gait with an exaggerated pep in his step.

He’s grinning ear to ear, triumphant, until she snags his collar and pushes him down a hallway toward the supply closets and inventory rooms. With a rough shove, he staggers inside a dimly lit space, boxes and shelves crowding the floor, and she slams the door closed with a rough kick that makes him blink at her in surprise.

“You’re like a child,” She snaps, finger in his face, and he lets a lopsided smirk spread over his lips as he lifts one corner, exposing a fang just how he knows she likes. Her eyes flicker down to it, momentarily appreciating the sight, before her brows furrow farther.

“Honestly, you act as if I’ve humiliated the man. I’ve simply reminded him that you’re… already taken,” He waves his hand in the air for flourish, and her frown deepens.

“Am I? Taken?” Her tone begs a challenge that he’s more than willing to oblige. The way she looks and the way she snarls sends blood rushing south- her blood from earlier- and his grin widens.

“From the way you mounted me this morning, I’d have to assume…” This has the desired effect. Her cheeks burn bright red, her frown wavering into a soft pout that sends a flash of arousal straight to his groin. Those lips… gods, he’d like to put them to good use.

“Whatever,” She rolls her eyes, hands on her hips, and he reaches forward to pull her against him, delighting in the widening of her eyes when she feels the hard edge of him through his trousers, rubbing against her stomach.

“You enjoy his attention, don’t you?” Astarion whispers, fingers slipping beneath the slits in her dress to rub over her thighs. She trembles and curses softly, throat bobbing as he rubs his cock against her.

“I… no, not like how you mean…” Her eyes flutter shut, ears turning pink, and he continues his rhythmic grinding as she pants softly, already completely shaken apart by only this…

“Oh? How do I mean, darling?” She groans in frustration, head tilting back as her hair falls away to reveal her neck, and his eyes zero in on the twin points scarring her skin, making him pulse with raging need.

“You are such an asshole,” She breathes, moaning softly for him when his tongue traces the mark and forges a path up to her ear. He nibbles at it, letting his fangs drag over her skin, and the slight compulsion to let them unsheath beats in tandem with his aching cock.

“Tell me how I mean, Ofelia,” He demands on a deep growl and she shivers and grips his arms to steady herself, gradually fraying at the seams with every move he makes.

“You’re just jealous, you’re jealous and pathetic and-” He silences her scathing words with a kiss, hot and heavy as he shuffles them back and presses her up against the wall. She whimpers into his mouth as he sweeps his tongue inside, groaning at the taste of her as he nips her lips and draws blood from the shallow cuts.

Her arms wind around his neck and pull him in, fingers tangling in his hair as she kisses him back with just as much fervor- completely wrapped up in his lust and steadily matching it as his hands wander beneath her dress to pull her panties down below her knees. 

“Gods, Astarion- not here!” She hisses, but he ignores the scolding to dip his fingers to her core, finding her sticky and wet and wanting.

“But my dear… you’re soaked and I’d be remiss not to alleviate your burden,” The fight goes out of her instantly as she keens at his strokes over her swollen clit. Any resolve she’d been clinging to melts into her enlarged pupils when he traces a circular pattern around the engorged bud, smile on his lips wicked at the way she grinds her hips into his hand to chase more of him.

“You’re… so petty…” She mumbles brokenly, brows drawn down in pleasure, and he lifts one leg to help remove the layer keeping them bound together before gently stretching until her ankle rests beside his ear.

“Darling… Ofelia…” He murmurs, pressing kisses to her calf just as he returns his attention to her dripping slit. “How can you blame me when you look like this?” His voice drops into a gravelly whine as his hand travels up to massage her tits, so full and heavy in his palm. Sharp claws dig into the fabric, longing to tear it apart so he can wrap his lips around the hardening points beneath, but even in his lust-addled mind, he knows that would not be prudent.

“Star…” She moans, his favorite nickname- it sure beats dickhead or prick- and her clit throbs under his returning fingertips. “You’re… so stupid for this…” She gasps softly between words, logic replaced by her need for him, and his answering laugh is all the answer he provides.

[ohbo-ohno]

hate the stage of writing smut where you have to come up with conversation that isn't the most boring ever. why do they have to talk before they fuck. can't i just be like "blah blah blah, you get it, here's smut". transitional dialogue should never be necessary in porn but here we are!!!

[ruinsapproach]

hey apologies that i'm a little MIA. life's a little stressful and there's a heatwave here where I live atm that is just draining any energy I have leftover.

I'm hoping to be around a bit later in the week when it cools down for a few days to do a few replies and the like! disc is available for mutuals but i'm also reachable through tumblr ims.

[knickknacksandallthat]

the coming out ask becomes even more hilarious if you think about jean having twitter wars with people replying to the comment

some random guy who was at an event at the same time as kevin: he smiled at me once and i came in my pants

jean, almost foaming at the mouth: what the fuck did you just say

especially if it happens to be a celebrity that they interact with pretty often, who now has a 6'5 man trying to set them on fire with his eyes

(you can't really blame him, he's been dealing with this for 5 years and can only now do anything about it)

phew okay, catching up on my asks b/c Dec & Jan have been train wrecks on my schedule, but these asks are all amazing and too good to stay buried in my inbox...

Anon, this is HYSTERICAL. I LOVE picturing Jean starting twitter wars b/c he is going to DEFEND HIS MAN (ahem, MEN). And honestly, it's totally something I feel like Jean does with relish once Kev is officially ~his~.

---

JEREMY: *speaking quietly on the side of the red carpet* Jean, babe, you can't threaten to punch Ryan Gosling in the mouth every time we see him.

JEAN: But he put Kev on his list of most handsome men in Hollywood! And did you SEE the way he looked at him over the cheese table???

---

KEVIN: so...is the plan to avoid Luke Evans forever? Because I'm thinking that's going to be a problem since he's one of our team's main sponsors.

JEAN: He is a THREAT. And I will treat him as so.

KEVIN: Uh-huh. But you know I'm going to have to shake his hand, right?

JEAN: *HISSES*

KEVIN: *sighs*

--- *slightly NSFW* ---

JEREMY: um...how long has he been there exactly?

KEVIN: *not looking up from his book* four hours.

JEREMY: ...

KEVIN: it started with a comment about my latest headshot and devolved from there.

JEAN: *typing furiously* the FUCK do you mean he wouldn't look good in a collar? He'd look AMAZING. He'd be the bestest boy in the whole damn world, don't you DARE fucking come at me -

KEVIN: I've been tuning him out for the last three.

JEREMY: uh...*blushes*...well, I mean....he's not wrong

KEVIN: *Lifts an eyebrow as he slowly puts book down before smirking at him* oh, this isn't about me anymore. For the last hour, he's moved on to you.

JEREMY: *swallows* oh.

(Also, this is the post anon is referencing FYI)

[und8e2ff]

You can't tell me Io don't eat off of ZooPal plates.

[magnetothemagnificent]

The Rebecca Rubin doll lover to transmasc Bucky Barnes kinnie pipeline

[shizukateal]

Me, finishing my mediocre-ass drawing for the Magia Record zine: Perfect :) is :) the :) enemy :)) of :))) good :))))))))

[justletmeon12]

Finding Mothman porn by accident happens to everyone lots of people has probably happened to at least one other person

[scaryscarecrows]

First of all: I love Anon. I’ve sent you so much crap. (Sorry)

Second of all, thank you very much for writing your content, because whenever I go looking for Jason stuff it’s always “Jason x Reader”, and I just wanna torture the guy, yknow?

Third of all, was reading a thing where the bats read fanfic about them, and it reminded me of the Tweet fic, and I have no doubt that somewhere in that universe is a rated E (NOT for everyone) BatKnight enemies to lovers fic, and that must haunt everyone who knows the truth of their relationship.

Aww, thanks! And yeah...like. To each their own. Write for yourself. I just don't wanna be involved. I died enough times in Choose Your Own Adventure (oof, being burnt at the stake...uh-uh) to not wanna go through that again. :/

Jason: Whyyyyyyyyyyy meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Antoine: Look. For the last time. That. Was. An accident. There were bombs in the road. We'd forced an emergency evac. We'd threatened the United States Military. I think a drone ran over a cop car with the cop inside. I know two more dumbasses got blown up fucking with one of the APCs. I didn't think that would happen.

[rosesandthorns44]

On today's episode of Rosie's Adventures with Idiopathic Hypersomnia:

Rosie's sleep inertia is being particularly potent, and Wallaby the Wonder Pup has to jump on and paw at Rosie multiple times to wake her ass up. Wallaby speak for "Mooooom, get up! I need to peeeeee!!!"

[nijimx]

Look me in the eyes and tell me this isn't Makoto coded.

[abysskeeper]

New work week after last week's catastrophe. Can't wait to see how it'll go

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[cryptidcalling]

Bit more Vesperposting, mainly abt Jala and his relationship over time!

It's another relationship that's not fully developed, but I know the general outline. Vesper and Jala met as cadets (she's his senior by a few years) bc they were in the same training group. Vesper obv was not good at making friends, but due to her casual attitude and chill nature he eventually warmed up to her. Jala quickly found his secret dorky side and stubbornly determined attitude endearing. They got pretty close as friends, and eventually were put in the same squad as officers. They continued growing closer until they ended up in a sort of situationship. Friends with benefits I suppose. Not quite dating, but definitely more than casual.

They were both dissatisfied with the military and how things were being run, and Jala often encouraged Vesper to take breaks with her and slack a little which he'd take her up on. Vesper worked really hard to get to a position that involved regular space travel, and was grateful that Jala had managed to stay in the same group with him for so long. They always had one another to lean on. They had each other's backs in combat too, saving each other's skins more times than they'd ever bother to count. Things between them weren't well defined, but they were stable and comfortable for many years.

Pansa's media campaign really disrupted things. Jala had always felt quite proud of herself for being the one person Vesper truly cared for, with her only "competition" being Asteria who obviously didn't count. So seeing Vesper develop a rapid attachment to and admiration for Pansa bothered her.

It would've been fine if it was just some celebrity crush or something. She even found it dorky and cute at first. What actually made it hurt was that Vesper started putting that admiration above their friendship. He threw himself into work more than ever. Vesper had always worked hard, but now he was letting it take up pretty much all of his time, and he started getting promoted which actively split them up. It made Jala pretty upset. How could he care more about some stranger that he'd never even met than he did about spending time with her?

Now that Vesper was a higher-ranking officer, they couldn't just hang out during work anymore, they had to find time to message each other and meet up, which Vesper was making less and less effort to do. Admittedly, Jala didn't make things much better. She'd try to make plans when she knew Vesper would be busy, testing whether he'd choose "work" (Pansa, really) over her. And of course, he would. When they did talk she'd be pretty passive-aggressive and sarcastic, which deep down she knew Vesper wouldn't be able to read into, and because Vesper couldn't pick up on the real source of her feelings it would just end up in fights about much he works. Some of it was genuine worry too, on both of their ends. Jala missed him a lot and saw how he was running himself ragged. Vesper cared about Jala's feelings but couldn't understand why she was mad at him, instead feeling like she was just attacking him because he was more successful than her. Their friendship didn't end with some huge fight or dramatic goodbye. It ended bitterly. Slowly. They just stopped reaching out, too busy with their own feelings and goals to make an effort anymore.

Years later when Jala got the invitation to meet with him again for some sort of "interview," she was skeptical and a little pissed off. He finally reaches out to her only for it to be about work. She told herself that she was only accepting so she could go to his big fancy office and give him a piece of her mind. But really, she couldn't deny that she wanted to see him again. She'd been fully ready to turn him down. And then he started with "I've missed you." He told her the truth, that he needed an advisor because he's not equipped to make these massive decisions on his own. Not to mention the mountainous workload he's been trying to dig himself out of for months. He needs someone he can trust, and who won't be afraid to tell him when he's wrong. He needs her. It was the admission of attachment that she'd been wanting to hear for a long time. An affirmation that he had actually cared about her, that he STILL cares about her after all this time. Jala didn't accept right away. They ended up just talking in his office for a while catching up. It was the most peaceful conversation they'd managed to have for a very long time. So after a lot of thinking, Jala accepted the job and moved into the Citadel as the first Lieutenant General of Pansa's reign. It still took quite some time to actually properly mend their relationship, but they've both matured a lot and were able to eventually have an honest and direct conversation about their feelings and give some genuine apologies. And now they're best friends again! Having Reid around helps a lot too. He's able to fill in some of the missing parts of the dynamic, being a very sweet and emotionally open person compared to Vesper's coldness and Jala's sarcasm. Jala's still a little bitter about Pansa, tell you the truth. She's had to just kind of accept that he'll always be #1 in Vesper's heart no matter what she does. But she's very happy to have Vesper back in her life, and she's got Reid for company now too. Plus she genuinely likes her job. Good pay, great benefits, free housing, it's a real treat without even having to get up from her desk most of the time. So she's forcing herself to just be okay with Pansa and Vesper, because that's just what's going to keep everyone the happiest.

Also just for fun, here’s a Jala drawing from forever ago! She should def be more blue but it’s good enough for now:

[dazedpill]

Does anyone fuck with (or would you fuck) chubby/fat tboys or am I being lied to