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2024 Drawings Final Part: Original Designs

Dinosaur Warriors Collection

Face Off Prompts

My Favorite Things Song: my version

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Dinosaur Warriors Collection

Triceratops

Stegosaurus

Tyrannosaurus Rex

Face Off Prompts

Glitched Humans

Death Based On Tarot Deck Cards

My Favorite Things Song: my version

Raindrops on spiderwebs

Puppy eyes staring

Small silver spoons

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2024 Drawings Part 2- Genshin Impact and Transformers

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1. TFP Ratchet signed by Jeffrey Combs

2. Optimus Prime original dress design signed by Peter Cullen

3.G1 Swindle

4.Albedo and a free print I received during a artist alley

5. Kuki Shinobu and Yelan

6. Self insert character designs if me and my friend were in Genshin Impact

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2024 Drawings Part 1-Black Clover

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1. Asta Dress Design

2. Raides

3. (BC Roleplay Character) Briar, a half-human, half demon child.

4-5. My self insert for a BC roleplay between me and my friend. Devil Union concept design between myself and Briar…..but also not really. Feel free to comment if you have questions abut what I mean.

6. Lotus Whomalt

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Hi!

Okay so about half way in I lost my train of thought when it comes to hair pulling. Praising isn't overly abundant either, but there is some teasing and banter, and he is very much tied even though he ends up being very naughty and breaking away from his constrains. Uhh... I do hope you like it in any case. As said, I lost myself here.

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader (In 1st person point of view) Fanfic type: Oneshot Genre: Smut Length: ~2.5k Contains: bondage (Fue's hands are bound), oral (both giving and receiving), teasing and taunting, flirtatious banter, established relationship, aftercare, I tried to make it romantically kinky?, maybe cervix fucking if you squint???, they are very sweet to each other, so a lot of smiles and smirks, he is very naughty because he does break free from his bounds, reader riding him, no mention of protection

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Dim lights. A night sky lit only by the light of the stars behind the thin sheet of glass that was the window. And a room that was quiet, if not for the few chuckles, hums and coos.

Kisses and tender touches.

The warmth of his body under mine.

His broad chest, and the strong, good heart that beats in there. The heart that I hear every time I curl up next to him, and press my head to his chest.

His jaw… the strong, well defined jaw and the smirk right on top of it. The way his lips curve and speak of how pleased he is.

Granted that he could be more pleased. Just as me. But this is a part of the play. The wait. The motions just before. And they require-, no they insist to be enjoyed just the same. As if that would somehow take away from the joy.

When in fact, it only adds to it.

“So…” his voice is low and sultry; it tastes sweet like caramel but is rich like chocolate. “What do you have in mind?”

I can practically hear the purr in his voice.

Not quite a growl.

But perhaps… perhaps in some point. A little later.

“I was… thinking…” I speak with a tease.

I’m sure he can hear it from the way the corner of his mouth tugs a little further up.

“That we … could try something… new?”

“Oh?” He smirks back.

“How would you feel…” I tug on the sash around his waist, which is slightly loosened already. “If I tied you… up?” There’s a little pop in the last word of the sentence. The words flow past my lips as I speak with a hushed tone.

And he lets out a thoughtful hum as a reply; raises his brows a little. Intrigued by the thought. Which is followed by an ever so slight purse of his lips as the smirk still lingers.

Along with the little dimple on the corner of his mouth.

“You wish to be on top?” He gives me a look from under his brow, but it is a playful look.

“Do you… have a problem with that?” I tease.

“Not in the slightest,” he chuckles with a low, quiet sound that rises from his throat. “So… it’s your plan to, perhaps,” his eyes wander onto my fingers, tugging the sash. “Wrap the other end of that around my wrists and the other to the bed?”

“Something like that?”

“I see.”

“Mhm.”

“Mhm.”

I lean forward, even if only a little, as if to contest something. While I know there isn’t anything to contest.

He could burn the piece of fabric with ease, should he wish to do so. He could easily topple me, should be feel the need. And he could… pin me down… ought he desire to do so.

But the play pretend of surrendering to my whims, unable to do anything but watch is there. The idea that he can’t touch as I ride him.

“So,” he utters while flashing a smirk. One of those… nearly devilish smirks that taste like all the things I quite dare to desire. “What is stopping you?”

“Very little,” I smirk back and pull the sash from him, as he raises his hips a little to allow me to do so. “Your clothes are a problem though.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, clearly amused by the remark.

“Well, how do you expect me to remove them if your hands are tied?” I question with a raised brow, at which he gives a shrug, adorned with the grin.

What a tease.

He likes to be a tease. At times. Too often.

Maybe.

Actually no. He’s not a tease too often.

It is a delicious treat. Just often enough at times like this.

Perhaps he enjoys being a little naughty like that.

“Hmm…” he hums, as if really thinking how I might do that. “Well, you’d only really need to remove my pants. That can be accomplished with my hands tied.”

I raise a brow at him. Because… really? Is this how he wants to play it?

Be so… difficult?

“You’re being awfully naughty”, I tell him with half of a joke.

And he laughs.

It’s a short, but deep, genuine laugh which leaves the corners of his mouths tugged high up.

“So… perhaps you ought to put me in my place?” He suggests as he lies under me.

The man who is far stronger than I am. The man who still could pin me down, should he wish to do so. The man whose smile is enough to make butterflies swirl around in my stomach. And the man whose gaze makes my heart race.

But the same man wants to be tied down and ridden ‘till sunrise.

What else am I to do, than comply with this wish?

Because even the sheer thought makes me grin. Makes me swallow as there is an exquisite treat in front of me. So much so that my head is spinning as I tie his hands to the headboard, unbutton his pants, and practically rip them right down to his ankles.

My eagerness…

It amuses him.

The laughter, the chuckle that again rises from his throat… it is intoxicating.

It makes me want to speed up. Skip kissing the length of his thighs and just… take him.

But I take my time.

I trace his skin with my teeth and tongue. Mark his skin with love bites as his breathing gets heavier. Lower. More as if velvet and taffeta.

And as my breath glides over his already throbbing, oozing cock… he lets out a growl.

“So eager… so impatient…” I taunt him, much like he taunts me at night.

But his rely is yet another growl. One that nearly makes me give in.

Nearly, but not quite.

So instead I place a kiss onto his lower stomach, and inch close to his cock. But don’t touch him. Because I’m supposed to ‘put him in his place’, am I not? It is what he requested of me, and he hasn’t-, yet, been a good boy.

Which is why I climb up and lean against the headboard.

“Lick it,” I tell him while wiggling my hips in front of his face, legs on both sides of his arms, his head in the middle of it all. And then I lower down.

I lower down and he lifts his head from the pillow to do as I tell him.

And his tongue… the first lick is strong and greedy. Like being able to provide me with some pleasure would ease his arousal. Like the way his lips latch onto my crotch would bring him closer to relief. Which, perhaps, it does in a way.

Like the way he sticks his tongue inside of me and swirls it around, making me moan, would bring him closer to heaven.

And perhaps… it does…

Perhaps he is so insatiable for that very reason.

But as I have bucked my hips a couple of times against his mouth, I pull away to look at him, and see how his chin is drenched. His chin is coated by my arousal, and there’s a spark, filled with fire, in his eyes, but a proud smile on his lips.

So, I suppose he has earned a little treat. Which is why I lower down, again, while keeping eye contact until I have gone past his waist, and his cock is there again.

Which is enough to make me salivate.

By the gods how I just-, want him in my mouth and-, just-

So I do.

First just the tip. And I lick it as clean as I can. Before I let out a savouring hum and slide my lips down the length of his pulsing, throbbing, thick, cock… Which makes him growl again.

I give him a look, and pop my head up and down.

He bucks his hips up.

And I let go of him.

“Not yet, you naughty boy,” I tell him before engulfing him again.

He tastes salty, and a bit bitter, but it is combined with something so very intoxicating that I can’t help but take him further in. As far as I can, which doesn’t do much to cover his length. And as my tongue tries to wrap itself around the underside of his cock, I suck onto him while popping my head up and down.

All thoughts leave me.

I place my forearms onto his thighs and lower my upper body, so that my ass is high up in the air, which makes him growl again. Growl from the thought of not being allowed to buck his hips up. Not allowed to position himself behind me and pound me into the mattress.

Oh no. That is reserved for another night.

But perhaps I ought to ease the fire within him, even if only a little.

So I take him out of my mouth, chest heaving as I gasp for air, and climb onto his lap while sliding my slit over the wet surface of his dick.

“Well?” I raise my brow while cupping the tip with my hand, rocking my hips to stroke him.

“Well what?” He asks back as his eyes flicker between our hips and my eyes.

“Ready?” I tease. Because I have to tease him just a little more.

“Do I not appear ready?” He half smirks, half teases back as his cock twitches under me.

“I suppose you do,” I muse with a faint chuckle of my own, and I position him against my entrance, only to slide down his length, as slowly as I possibly can from my own eagerness. As slowly as I have the patience for, while feeling him stretch my walls apart, but as his tip reaches all the way to back, the sensation is almost too much to bear.

Almost too much for my already hazy mind.

But as I look at him from behind my half lidded eyes, mouth only barely open; lips agape, I see the way he wants-, no, how he needs to rock his hips into me.

It is no longer a want for him. It is a need that aches right down to his very soul. And it is… most delicious. Decadent even. Which is why I bite my lip and move.

Which-, is-, almost too good to describe.

His warmth. Inside and out. The way he swells, and pulsates within me as my walls grasp onto him, just as desperate as I am. And I want-, I want I want I want-, to… chase my own release.

Just pop my hips up and down and just-, ram him into me.

So I do.

I crouch on top of him, spread my legs and just rock him into me as my walls squeeze him inside of me.

His eyes widen for a moment.

As he just looks. At me. Pleasing myself on his, long, hard, thick, cock that is already oozing within me. It must be.

It must be.

I tell myself it must be, as I loose whatever wits I still have left, and just-, slam my hips for one last time against him, and come undone right on top of him as the tip of his cock does a French kiss to my cervix.

"Good boy~" I tell him with a smile on my face, barely managing to make it something coherent.

And that is when he loses himself.

That is when he burns through his sash, grabs a hold of my hips, and begins to pound into me.

The sound of skin slapping into skin fills the air, but I barely register it from the deafening sound of blood rushing through my ears.

Drool drapes from the sides of my mouth as I grin widely, and he-,

Almost-,

There-, just a little bit-, more and he-

Comes.

I can feel the wave of warmth washing on top of my already built-up ecstasy, along with the sensation of being filled up by him.

And as I collapse onto his chest, burying my nose into his shirt, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he is trying to catch his own breath. So the sounds of our shared, ragged breaths combine in the otherwise silent room.

His hand begins to draw circles onto my back, careful and delicate. The warm, soft sensation of his flames, as if licking my skin… as if to reassure me about how he would never leave. How he couldn’t imagine a life, a future without me in it.

And the feeling is very much mutual.

Yet another thing we share. Despite our differences.

A part of me is comfortable in just… listening to the silence, and focusing on the way he oh so very gently traces the skin of my back. But another part of me wants to hear his voice again, the melody of it. The mere presence of it. If there is such a thing as presence of a sound.

“You broke free,” I note with a smile on my lips. “Very naughty of you.”

And he lets out a chuckle that is more of a puff; almost an amused scoff, but not quite.

He is amused, but not in a way that would make him blatantly laugh.

“I know,” he agrees. “But what ought I do, in a dire situation such as that. For I was devoid of you, my love,” he tells me.

And I giggle while tilting my head just enough to look at him.

“Devoid of me while you’re inside of me?” I question, but I do so with a grin.

Not that it seems to phase him in the slightest.

“I can never feel close enough to you, dearest,” he replies, as if it was a fact. Just like the colour of the sky, or the coldness of snow, or the warmth of fire.

And while one might deem it to be absurd, it is a sentiment that makes sense to me. Because how does one feel close enough to their beloved? As in, sure, everyone needs alone time from time to time, but it doesn’t mean anything when it comes to the trueness of shared emotions. And it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t wish to spend my life getting to know him more than I already do, after all this time; that I wouldn’t wish to grow together with him. Like two trees, entwine our roots together.

So I shake my head, and settle back against his chest, into the shared silence. A silence in which nothing needs to be said. And while I do know that I wish to hear to sound of his voice again, in a moment, now all is well in the world.

At least until some tens of minutes after which we decide to be very naughty again.

Because that’s how it always goes.

He’s very naughty but so am I, when I’m alone with him.

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I think I might get into the habit of just doing a massive upload of everything I work on through out the year at the END of the year (unless it’s date oriented like a creative challenge or character birthday).December 31st.

It makes it easier to just do it all at once then fight with myself on consistency (which is always a loosing battle).

I have a horrible condition of being overly ambitious about a bunch of personal projects or plans. Then immediately get bodied by life, health conditions (diabetes and fatigue), and/or other responsibilities.

Besides everyone seems to like my old stuff anyways so I don’t feel overly concerned about putting out new content.

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I got myself an early birthday present, a Autobot tattoo!

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Fuegoleon Vermillion Receives A Flower Bouquet For His Birthday!

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Bouquet Information:

Disclaimer: Information gathered from Wikipedia

Gladiolus: Strength of character, honor, conviction, generosity, ready armed

Chamomile: Energy in adversity, mercy

Red Carnation: Deep romantic love, passion, “alas poor heart”, and admiration

Alyssum Flower: Worth beyond beauty

Apple Blossom: Preference, better things to come, good fortune

Amaryllis: Pride, Timidity, Splendid beauty, hope, and achievement

Honeysuckle: Devoted and generous affection, bonds of love

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Probably not going to get around to drawing it, since I have finals happening the same time but…

I’m working on an another Fuegoleon art piece for his birthday.

Sneak peak hint: It involves flowers. 💐

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Also do not worry about the BC dress designs, I am still doing them….but I have a research paper to complete and I hate it.

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Unfortunately, I'm going to have to move Yuno's Dress Design to the weekend. I'm sorry, but my fingers are cramping really bad, and any temporary relief I have is being used to finish some school assignments.

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I will be doing Yuno next week!

Asta's Dress Design!

An off the shoulder drape with nude mesh to give a nice magic illusion!

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Asta's Dress Design!

An off the shoulder drape with nude mesh to give a nice magic illusion!

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Asta’s Dress Design will be coming out later today once I have finished my written assignments for class :)

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Oh wow! Thank you everyone!

I’ll try to get the first design out between Monday and Wednesday!

The first one will be Asta!

I have SO MANY SKETCHBOOKS, I must find ways to use them.

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Laura,

My friend and I recently got back into Black Clover recently and came up with a fun and chaotic friendship.

It’s between Fuegoleon, Nozel, and Yami.

I would like to know your thoughts on this friendship given all their different personalities.

Hiya Carmen! Happy to see you around again ^^

Hmmm...

Nozel bickers with both of them, and when he does, the one he's not bickering with, acts as a kind of a referee. So, when Nozel and Fuego are arguing, Yami kinda works as a buffer (granted only after observing the fight for a good while; and he only intervenes with comments for most of the time, but if there is a need he would step in, like properly step in). And when Nozel is bickering with Yami, Fuego would be there to kinda divide the fight.

Yami would be the "reality check" about the state of the common folk, and would provide street smart into the dynamics.

Nozel would have the best relationship with a lot of the noble/royal houses, because Fuegoleon is seen as too ... "accepting" or "out of it" for the taste of too many nobles. While Nozel is more "old school".

And Fuegoleon is from somewhere in between, but still much closer to royals and nobles (for obvious reasons)

Fuegoleon also has good relations to Heart, so international relations (if there is a need to send knights there or something alike)

Yami does canonically admire/think highly of Fuegoleon (but also sees him as "the king of hardnoses" so very much "up to code"), and Nozel does canonically think highly of Fue too (as his best and oldest friend; I do think Nozel considers Fue as a friend)

So, this dynamic isn't far fetched

Essentially, Yami would push for new experiences, maybe to "let loose"

I think that's it from the top of my head

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I have SO MANY SKETCHBOOKS, I must find ways to use them.

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I would like to petition that Fuegoleon gets to go feral I n 2024.

Or more dynamics where he is overworking himself and someone intervenes and just offers to hear his troubles or let him act out.

I think Fuegoleon should be allowed to go Feral more often. Like look at Leo and Mereoleona. They're living their happiest lives just tearing it up out there. Fuego is 100% capable of matching Mereo's energy.

I MEAN I do understand that someone needs to balance out the other two, but I know deep inside my soul that, especially as a middle child, Fuegoleon is holding so much in. He should js. Be allowed to burn the mansion of like at least ONE noble that gets on his nerves.

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Whats an LL matchup?

It stands for Transformers: Lost Light. I’m not currently doing matchups right now though.