#> once again . thank you for sending !

[liltaireissocute]

[PERC'ILDAN]

What are they doing? Option A: they are getting ready to play TTRPG; option B: they are actively assembling an Ikea table.

I picked secret third option

[wigglebox]

We’re soarin’, flyin’! ☀️🌈

[Instagram prompt: Cas relearning how to fly again with Dean’s help]

[devilander]

I'm a new to your blog, so maybe you have already written something for this... Soooo angsty Homelander ask. How about a classic fuck or die situation?

Hello, thank you for sending this!

It's hard to imagine Homelander in such a situation; anybody that wants him killed wouldn't waste their time torturing him, but...

If they (the ones who orchestrated it) had leverage, with his s/o's life on the line, then it'd be quite possible—and interesting. It could be a demand for him to fuck his s/o publicly, degrading them as he fucks them...

Or! And more likely, it's Butcher's work and he wants to watch. He wants to savor the advantage he has on Homelander; he would know Homelander's s/o would be fearful, ashamed, humiliated... And perhaps it's more than just Butcher, maybe he convinced, or, likelier, threatened all members of The Boys to watch. Adding to both their pain.

And they, oh how insecure they are. Scared that Homelander wouldn't allow himself to be manipulated by Butcher, that he would rather let them die instead of breaking and bending.

Yet, he does—he loves them, just hadn't said it in words yet. He was preparing for it; how it'd be in such a romantic place, flower petals on the floor, sunset, beautiful enough to stun them, but in his view, nothing compared to the kaleidoscope of love and loving he's ready to give it to you.

The disappointment running through his veins is nothing to compared to the sight of you. The look in your eyes, filled with fear, tears sliding down in their lovely cheeks, lips, meant to be kissed and worshiped, trembling.

He grabs your face—and instantly they know. They'll look at him only. Homelander pulls out his cock, pluging in with care, giving them time to adjust; different from the way they usually fuck, hot and searing, desperate for each other. He'd be gentler, far more gentle than he's even been. It's slow, it's loving. Sweet nothing being whispered in your ear.

"I love you," he says, over and over and over. They say it back, oh so easily they say it back.

When he feels close to coming, he whispers. "I love you more than anyone I've ever loved. For you, everything, anything."

And, as soon as he could, Homelander would pay it back a thousandfold.

[cornerstoreclown]

Ugh, now I can’t help but imagine where in that ask about Art and reader being childhood friends, child Art drawing, painting or crafting you this weird super weird thing (not out of materials that would like, decompose or smell rotten after a few years, surprisingly) and then after reuniting with him in adult hood, he’s over at your house exploring while you’re cooking and sees that thing he made for you years ago in your room on display. Idk, I think he’d be so happy to still see you have it

Love this. (:

I think he might have definitely made some really weird shit. I have no doubts your first gifts were something more… temporary. Liable to rot. Perhaps something with bugs and rats. But you INSISTED to him that you wanted something that could last a little longer. Something that wasn’t prone to the throes that came with being part of the life and death cycle. And he copped an attitude about it at first until he relented. Because you basically went the flattery route with him. You WANTED something from him that had longevity because you value him as a person (god rest your soul) and so he yielded for that reason and ONLY that reason alone.

After all. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

In truth it was probably some sort of makeshift weapon he gave you. Which was concerning! Actually quite concerning! And he drew fucked up pictures of hurting people that he gave you, too! It was often of him brutalizing and killing people, and you were also in some of those pictures, but you were never maimed in them. You were just smiling right beside him in those crude childlike drawings, looking like two pals.

Suffice to say when you left Miles County as you got older he wasn’t a happy camper because you both were supposed to be together forever. Like buddies. Then you came back … I dunno, a few years? A decade? Maybe two or so, however old you are, he wasn’t THRILLED that you left him. And he might have even considered literally stabbing you in the back for that shit because that was foul, how DARE you leave him—but then when he’s back at your place and has seen that you kept that makeshift weapon visibly out and displayed like a threat to any guests, or maybe like out on display like it’s a sculpture, he … starts to forgive you. You’re not off the hook yet. He’s still a wee bit salty you left, still hurting that you left in the first place. But a part of him is touched.

And you can see that when you catch him with the book you stored his drawings in, pristine and neatly kept in a drawer holding a variety of things from your childhood. You see him thumbing through it with his bloodied hands after a fresh kill that night. Staining that book and all the pages within it. His eyes far too focused on the contents before him as he relives various memories of you two together all snugly protected between the pages.

All the while you’re just out here cooking dinner for the two of you. Hoping maybe he’ll eat it. And he might. He might not. But if he doesn’t, you know he won’t turn down your dessert you got waiting in the fridge.

That’ll surely continue to help you make up for the time you’ve been away from him.

[nebulathunderwave-art]

Birthday wishes to Zewu-jun from Lanling

(Birthday wishes to Er-Ge from A-Yao)

8.10.2024 | Happy birthday Lan Xichen! 💙☁️

[b4kuch1n]

Hi! it's dember and some stuff has Happened and I am now in need of a buffer between now and lunar new year. so I'm opening for

digital ink commission

How this works is

comms will open for one hour at a time or until 5 pieces are in the queue, whichever condition comes later

I will edit and reblog this post when it opens or closes, so if you're not sure if I'm taking comms or not please click through to the original post to check!

I will take commissions via email to b4kuch1n@gmail.com; please include visual or textual references as well as your PayPal email in your inquiry.

a confirmation email will be sent out once your commission's added to the queue. I reserve the right to turn down any commission I receive (in which case I'll also tell you via email)

payment will be through PayPal - please wait for the invoice before paying - and made in full before I start on your commission.

there will be no sketch revision. please keep this in mind when preparing your references

UPDATE 30/12/2023: Commission closed! Thank you very much for the support!

[theosconfessions]

here.we.go.

[puppyeared]

I CANT USE CSS ON ARTFIGHT...............

[l-e-i-k-o]

𝒮𝒾𝓂 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 for @invisiblequeen ≽^•⩊•^≼

[mcyt-trios]

Welcome to the Stats post!!! Warning!! Lots of stats and graphs with text on them ahead! With that said, click Read More to view the whole post!!

For the most submitted people, regardless of what trio they are from, here are the numbers!! Grian came in with a smashing first place at 233 submissions, with a relatively even and natural decline from there.

Next on our list, the most submitted for SMP's regardless of trio!

We have our top 3 SMP's, and top 3 by a long shot, with Hermitcraft alone making up more than 1/4 of all the submissions, and the Dream SMP and Traffic SMP/Life Series each taking up just under 1/5 of all submissions. It is a dramatic jump to 4th place, but a happy surprise to see in 4th, Lifesteal!! Which has more submissions than the QSMP or Empires SMP!! Congrats guys!!

And finally, the moment you've all been waiting for, here are your most submitted for trios!!!

Coming in at first place, no questions asked, no competition we have the Buttercups!! Made of Grian, Mumbo, and Scar. They have exactly 100 submissions which is very satisfying. A difference of 33 submissions between first and second! Wow!

The next large leap down is from 5th to 6th where we have the Bad Boys in 5th (Grian, Joel, and Jimmy) and Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss (Scott, Pearl, and Cleo) in 6th! A 21 submission difference there!

All trios listed in the top 25 will be in the final bracket, as well as many not seen here. We have trios in the bracket that have as little as just 3 submissions! So if you didn't see your favorite trio here, don't loose hope! They still might be in the final bracket!

With that said, the bracket announcement will be up tomorrow, everything is done and ready, so get hype!! Thank all very much for supporting this project!! <3

[acourtofquestions]

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though Mala had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway.

Then, he had begged Mala to protect Aelin from Maeve when they entered Doranelle, to give her strength and guidance, and to let her walk out alive. Then, he had begged Mala to let him remain with Aelin, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him.

Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

A curl of wind sent his prayer drifting to those stars, to the waxing moon silvering the camp, the river, the mountains.

He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

[flufflecat]

sculpting myself a golden idol

[carcarrot]

having another one of my job-related crises

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I've always wondered if you happened to have a discord? If not have you ever considered making one?

i do have one! however i use it very sparingly because 1) new people (especially groups) scare me & 2) brain's been fucking weird for a hot minute and i barely talk to people i'm already friends with let alone strangers

[falins-dragon-meat]

I'm going to be reblogging mouthwashing stuff later, will be tagged 'mouthwashing spoilers', also black list if u don't want to see the mummy guy without his skin + scopophobia.

Unprompted Review, no spoilers, just vibes for potential players:

I enjoyed the walking and talking sections.

Art direction is excellent! Colors are great, sounds are great.

NGE heads will find this game to be.... familiar

They say early in the game that Jimmy is attracted/aroused by cartoon horses. In the moment this felt intentional stereotypical brony coded, especially since this game is streamer bait, but supposedly the devs didn't have this in mind. I don't know what this means but my brain has been stewing on it.

I was excited to see 2 girls in this game but Daisuke isn't even a girl (unless...? ^_^).

I'm super pro butch lesbian Swansea but also Anya as the only written girl I was excited for her but honestly the narrative treats her like shit. I know people love the Saw esque Man Pain Yaoi going on or whatever, so the way this narrative treated its only woman character, I'm not surprised this game is a Tumblr darling but I am still disappointed nonetheless.

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Official Kin DNI recommendation:

Block: Jimmy, Curly, Polle, Mouthwash

Follow: Anya, Daisuke, Lounge Window

Make-Out: Swansea 💋

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[ruby-red-inky-blue]

🌈🌈🌈

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

“You’re hard to get gifts for. So I panicked and got you a coffee mug, which is… arguably worse, but –“

She pushes a mug with a lopsided bow around it into his hands, with a nervous, apprehensive look on her face.

It’s black, or very nearly black in the dim light of the kitchen lamp, and dotted with tiny stars. He smiles, turning the cup around in his hands, and feels instantly transported to a freezing cold November night in the middle of nowhere, side by side on a blanket, staring up into the cloudless sky.

It might be his favourite memory in twenty years.

“It has stars on it,” he says, brilliantly, and she smiles.

“Uh-huh. It shows constellations when you put hot coffee in it. So you can learn them, for next time.”

He considers the cup a moment longer, then puts it down on the table and attempts a smile in return. “I liked learning them from you, though.”

“God, you’re such a sap,” she mutters, puts her arms around him and rolls her eyes at him for good measure. But he doesn’t miss the faint blush on her cheeks, and he knows she relished in it – she likes teaching, generally, and the stars and constellations, all those names her father taught her as a child, are clearly something she treasures, despite everything. She looked so proud there on that blanket, tracing Cassiopeia in the air for him with her finger. (Stardust, her father called her.)

He pulls her close, just for a moment, digging his fingers into her soft sweater. The world outside the window is still dark and quiet, and the kitchen smells like coffee and toasted bread. His back hurts, the meds haven’t kicked in yet, but still. This is gift enough. He won’t say that, she’ll only roll her eyes at him again, but it’s enough to know it.

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