#(two in a row wow)

[noodles-and-tea]

S2EP2

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[galaxyforu]

absolute. idiots.

[kingtheghast]

He’s not bundled up for himself, he’s bundled up for everyone else-

[risa-buck]

pantomaim... pantonimime.... paintome...

[blizzard202]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF BLIM!!!

[keenvictory]

"Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser" on the Cove drabble got me so good -- could you maybe do something similar for Derek and Baxter?!

Crazy about your writing, tysm for sharing!!!!

Synopsis: Baxter's life is perfectly, aesthetically crafted. Until it isn't. NSFW drabble.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Baxter Ward x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: NSFW, slight possessive language, very very brief angst (i mean, it is baxter)

̗̀➛  Additional notes: Continuing my loser men agenda with Baxter! I will write a separate post for Derek soon, but finishing two things in a row has me antsy to post this one separately. Theres bottom!Baxter if you squint, but i tried to write him as a switch so take it either direction as you will. Mostly he's just a loser who makes sex way too romantic. I love him.

Baxter wouldn't deign to call himself clingy. He was incredibly independent, really. Your relationship had taken a five year break and survived, he was perfectly content by himself.

But that didn't explain the sick thrill he gets having a clingy partner. There is something so delightfully addicting about being wanted. He loved it when he woke up to you wrapped around him, heart thundering when you burrowed closer at even the slightest twitch of movement, like you were scared he'd disappear.

That was where the thread of guilt came in. Of course you had clingy moments, he'd vanished from your life once, could you really trust him not to do it again? What did his word matter, ultimately?

It was hard not to think like that. He knew his own track record with relationships, and he wanted, more then anything, to not fuck up this one too.

It's never easy to chase those thoughts away. And yet you do it so effortlessly, with just the graze of your teeth, the scrape of your nails.

Baxter is putty in your hands when you mark him up during sex. He's obsessed with the way his pale skin looks after its been ravaged by you, admiring the scratch-marks down his back after he's fucked you, or the hickies and love-bites you've scattered across his chest. He'd let you ruin his neck with sweet bruises if it wasn't shockingly unprofessional.

I mean hickies on the wedding planner, on someone else's big day? He feels a shameful tingle of pleasure he can't deny at the thought. Baxter is so put together during the day that he absolutely falls apart at night, guided by your safe and sure hands. He cries, he begs, he sniffles as big, wet tears fill his red eyes. There was some alarm, the first time he cried during sex. The whole ordeal had been put on hold to make sure he was okay, until he'd shamefully and slowly explained to you that yes, he was perfectly fine. So, so good in fact, the tears had sprouted on an especially breathy moan.

And even though he begs so sweetly to leave your mark sometimes you handle him so tenderly and gently it sparks a whole different kind of need inside him. Love-making, he thinks, with his head nestled between you thighs, moaning with every tug of his hair, is a new world of pleasure. Miles beyond just sex.

But his favorite part of it all is the minutes just after. When he stumbles out of your arms to gleefully assess the damage, take in his tear-stained face, the pink hand prints on his hips and ass, his kissed swollen lips. The sight of it all has his spent cock twitching awake.

Just a little more, he thinks, stumbling back over to you. God his legs ache in just the best way. He's already hard again, cum beading at the tip without a care for his carefully crafted, elegant persona.

He pulls you into another kiss, sweet still, before nipping playfully at your ear.

"You've positively ruined me, dear." He purrs, a shiver of glee running through him as your hands find his hips again. "Want to do it again?"

[the-lonely-crow]

hello hello hello have some Pendragons line art because they actually mean the world to me. I will color this soon but i really liked the lines so i wanted to post them separately

[therefoream]

Tom goes to the doctors :)

(From @nebulablur wtfuture au)

[9aki]

[boysborntodie]

Johnnyboy is THE sun/moon ship actually. Ponyboy as the sun so bright and pure, bringing everyone around him in his orbit even though he doesn’t realize it, while Johnny is the moon, who can only ever reflect Ponyboy’s light.

[speakofthedebbie]

my love for luci was def a gradual thing but it EXPLODED after this scene

IM DEAD, DECEASED, MY SOUL HAS LEFT THIS EARTH AND WILL HOPEFULLY JOIN THIS HEARTTHROB IN HELL. THOSE EYES HELLO??? POOKIE I CAN COOK, I CAN CLEAN, SAY THE WORD IT IS D O N E

[vhalesa]

Have some experimental Maya art

[knawing-at-my-enclosure]

Day 9 Whumptober!

Prompt: OBSESSION Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.”

kinda phoned it in today but oh well

went heavy with the obsession themes (or tried)

[queernoctis]

an unexpected gift 🌹happy birthday, cloud!!

[buck2eddie]