#I finally posted this

[corvennite]

fighting, kissing and making up

(𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋!𝖵𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋) - 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗇𝗂

𝖼𝗐: +𝟣𝟪, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗅𝗒𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗂𝗇𝗑 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖵𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝖵𝗂.

The cheers were loud inside Violet’s head, she could swear there was a tiny little bug inside her ear which couldn’t stop buzzing every time she tried to make sense out of something. Bottles of alcohol around the room, empty and signs of no promises but the clear indication of her own self destruction. Pathethic. That’s what she thought about herself, about you who was now inside her mess apartment trying to fix a stubborn loser like her. The fight was a mess such as the last ones, you saw her losing even if you kinda knew she couldn’t last longer than five minutes standing — not being sober, who could?

She was siting straight on the worn out couch, you tried to make enough space on the center table with your improvised medical kit. God, she smelled like the cheapest shit someone could find inside those alleys. Was the money not being enough to buy a proper whiskey? Probably not. She didn’t seem fit to be proper for nothing. Your hand went to the medication, that for some miracle, it had left inside her house, opening it up and applying a good amount on the wipe, pressing down her lip cut.

“Fuck! It stings.” she hissed, surprising you with a pull.

“Yeah? Bet’ doesn’t hurt so much as get punched around by strangers.”

She stared at you a bit annoyed, rolling her eyes over and looking away. Not enjoying how it was true, being beaten over and over by people she didn’t know for money? What an animal you made out of her?

“You dunno nothing about it…”

“Care to explain then?” you finished with the wipe, putting it down and checking for another injuries around her face. “You don’t look anything but done, doing this won’t get any better.”

“Did you came here to patch me up or to play mom?”

“Both.”

It silenced her for a while, she saw you were done and stood up abruptly. Wouldn’t be long until she would sit back again, not being in the right state of mind to do shit. You and Vi went a bit back, when she was in prison you used to go visit her, getting her a treat or two… you or the candies she enjoyed. Vi was always very closed off, with time she opened up but after she got things going with Caitlyn — crying on your lap and shoulder about the woman, late at night, you decided to back off a little bit. Didn’t seem right. But, you never missed the chance to mock her for like a topsider and she would never miss the chance to mock you, because you went to prison to visit your “husband” but ended up on her cell.

You stood up seeing her going to the bathroom, following her softly not making any noise or sound. She enjoyed being approached quietly, almost as if the feline type was ideal. Her reflection in the mirror was a disaster: black dyed hair, her azure eyes popping better due to the heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, the bandages over her chest to hold it up, over her hands and waist, her tattoos showing off. Your fingers traced her arms softly, going down to hug her from behind and lean your head against her shoulder.

“What is it, hm? Didn’t like the patch up?”

She chuckled softly, the angered expression not leavening her face.

“Hm, it will do, you’re a good nurse. Unfortunately.”

“I know I am, you always come back when you’re injured.” she tensed under your touch, you tightened the grip.

“Tsk’ I just get back because you don’t charge me, you know how expensive a consultation is?”

“Well, I don’t.”

Vi was easy to tease and annoy, not much needed just getting the right buttons. You did that perfectly, pinching a bit of her sides and sliding off the grasp, moving to lean against the sink counter and staring directly at her.

“But I do know, you’re like this because of that blue haired princess, aren’t you?” your index touched your chin, tapping a little as if thinking. “What was her name again? Cait—“

“Don’t mention her.”

“Why not? Wasn’t her your girlfriend?”

“She’s not— she wasn’t, my girlfriend…”

“I see, you don’t put labels.”

“Mind your business, is the best you can do.”

You looked up at her, a small smirk on your lips is was almost cruel. Mocking her. She knew she shouldn’t let you in again but it was tempting, your fingers traced her hand again, her arm up while getting closer.

“I’m sorry Vi… Was just, you know, trying to get you to open up a bit.” she knew it wasn’t honest, it was mockery for leaving you alone and go back to that spoiled girl. “Can you forgive me?”

Her hands curled against the counter, looking down at you into your eyes, at your fingers down her muscular arms and how it was so easy to fall into your traps. Violet merely pushed you back against the counter with her hips, holding your wrist with her hand and getting closer to your face.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? So foxy.” her eyes were narrowed, looking at you while her grip was tighter. “What you want, hm? Came here to ‘patch me up’, what a bullshit.”

“I want you to fucking wake up.”

“I’m well awake.”

“You’re destroying your life.”

“I do whatever I want with my life, I don’t even know why you came back into it.”

“You were the one who left me!”

It wasn’t mean to sound like that, to come out with such a hoarse voice as yours did. Vi’s eyes widened a bit, her grip tightened and she let it go from your wrist, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to admit her mistakes again, not again and again… she never had this conversation with you because to be honest, she thought you didn’t mind and it didn’t matter. Her eyes looked down, back at you for a moment, you were scared she would scream out for you to leave her alone, to shut your mouth and to say you were saying nonsense.

“I… I didn’t mean it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Is not bullshit, what I was suppose to do I was trying to track down my sis— Jinx.”

“And you didn’t let me help you.”

“How the hell would you help me? I was— we were literally just having something while I was in prison.”

“Yeah, and the only thing that girl went there to know about was how to fucking use you to get what she wanted!”

“She didn’t use me! Stop saying what you don’t know.”

“I’m only telling the truth, if she didn’t use you where is she now? Where the hell is she Violet?”

“Don’t call me that!”

She screamed in your face, it was awful you two couldn’t get past a silly argument. Her eyes were filed with rage, yours widened and almost daring to spill tears. How could she be so blind? Trying to bury a memorial of her own past, trying to deny the mess she had been in these past few weeks. You sighed, nodding and licking her lips.

“You’re drowning yourself because of her, is that now?” you chuckled, almost humorless. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“And you came up to clean my mess, didn’t you?”

“I came to help you, but you’re so hard headed that you can’t accept half of the truth and listen to my feelings.”

“I didn’t ask for your help, fuck, you’re so damn stubborn!”

“And you’re so stupid, you’re so goddamn stupid!”

You wanted to lose control, screaming at her back, almost going towards her. She held your wrists again, knowing you couldn’t compare to her physical force, looking down at your despairing face. Vi didn’t know which one of you both were lost the most. Her eyes squinted, listening to your curses, at how nervous you sounded, gripping your skin tighter and approaching her face closer, breathing in your anger until you stopped and looked up again.

“What?” you asked angered, frowning.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have left you…”

You knew she didn’t mean it, that even if the alcohol was out her system, she wasn’t being honest. The thrill was only for a moment like everything they had, moments. Looking up, you sighed and relaxed against her touch, not tensing up your arms again.

“I… I should’ve be better, more attentive, yeah?” her hands were touching your face, dirty pads caressing the cheeks. “Can you… try to forgive me?”

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything, just trying to redeem myself for my mistakes, isn’t that what you want?”

“Violet.”

“I don’t like how my name come out from your mouth…”

Her eyes were squinted, she was too close for comfort maybe but you couldn’t push her away. Who could? Her hands grasped your face tighter, eyes looking down at your lips as you did to hers too. The only thing separating you both was the agonizing tension, the underlying feeling that this wouldn’t work again — fighting, kissing and making up.

“Fuck it.”

It was all you whispered before coming crashing down against her lips, pulling her by the waist closer and closer, her heated body from the stress and earlier fight was comforting. Vi’s hand traveled down to your waist, squeezing it tight, the breath she was holding was exhaled thru her lips against yours with a soft humming. Holding you up, she sat you down the counter, fingers squeezing your skin as if afraid to let it go and connecting it to memory. Tracing up towards your chest and palming thru your breasts like a desperate animal. Hungry. The way she bit your lips when pulling a bit said a lot.

“I missed you.” she whispered against your ear, lips tracing down to the shell and breathing against it. “So much…”

It was intoxicating how she kissed down your jawline, putting your hair aside and leaving soft bites along the nape of your neck, resting her nose against it a bit while her other hand caressed your hip.

“Did you miss me too? Tell me.”

“I… Yes.”

You couldn’t lie to her, it was almost impossible. You could feel the smile she gave against your skin before sucking it, the way her hand unbuttoned your shirt and face went up again kissing you harder this time with teeth crashing and messy tongues. Her hands were calloused, feeling you up thru your thighs and spreading them a bit more, grabbing a full of your ass to get you closer. There was thousand shivers down your spine, the way Vi mouthed your neck again, her hand coming up to tilt your head back and leave a hard bite down your collarbones, grazing teeth forth and back until she finally attacked your skin.

“Ouch, Vi!”

“Heh’ sorry, you’re too tasty…” her nose went down towards the middle of your breasts, biting the blouse hem with her teeth and pulling it up. “I could just eat you up.”

Your belly twisted with a fire inside it, the way she exposed your breast, mouthing your skin again leaving soft licks and bites until she caught one of your nipples inside her mouth. Her azure eyes looked up, she had a needy expression on them, free right hand caressing the other one slowly while her left one searched for your short buttons. The arch of your back was just the right amount for Vi to swirl her tongue harder against you, she made a mess out of herself while licking all the way towards the another one giving it proper attention. Her hands were cruel pulling your hips closer, undoing your bottoms but not quite taking it off fully. She smirked against your skin and fisted her hand inside your shorts, caressing the soft fabric of your panties and straightening her back to look at you better again. Supporting her free forearm against the mirror, on the side of your head.

“She doesn’t compare to you y’know it, right?!” her fingers grazed against where it hurt. “You’re so… much, much better, deliciously better.”

Your eyes avoided her gaze, looking down at where her hand was while the other caressed the side of your hair with a nice touch. Vi’s calloused fingers circled it nicely, the pressure was heavenly.

“You like to watch it, hm? Maybe you´re not so full of yourself now that I got my hands where you wanted." her chuckle was breathy, almost cruel.

Violet knew how to play you like a violin and maybe that was made you come back to her, not the friendship, loyalty now almost broken or how safe she made you feel. No. I wasn´t anything like that, was that feeling now around your body, her fingers pressing hard against your throbbing clit, the way she pushed herself in between your legs and got her hand out of your shorts. She looked at your flushed expression, a soft smile playiing on her lips. Such a tease, you thought. You knew she was a skilled woman, the years in prision had history after all, the way she kissed the valley of your breasts, lips sucking your skin while grazing her teeth against it, trying to take a bite of you. Her tongue pressed against your waist, giving there a strong hickey enough to leave a pretty mark by the morning.

It wasn´t hard for her to get on her knees, taking off your shorts and giving your inner thighs soft kisses, calloused hands caressed the out part of it while pulling you closer to the edge of that counter. Her eyes closed for a moment, nose inhaling your smell until she got closer to the groin. Her mouth opened, sucking with a muffled pop while your panties were still on.

"I like to lick the wrapper too."

"Oh shut— shit!" you felt your thighs trembling, she sucked softly on your clit damping the fabric, saliva mixing with your already coated juices.

Her eys glanced up at you, pulling your panties to the side and staring down at what she wanted so much, you could hear a breathy 'fuck' coming out her mouth before she dived her head down. Vi ate you out like a starved woman, was like she was running out of any kind of supplements for days and nights. Her grip on your skin was so strong to the point of bruising, lifting your legs higher to be supported over her shoulders with your thighs pressing against her cheeks. She didn´t mind breathing, to be honest.

"Violet..." her name was like a prayer on her lips, not even holding yourself straight on that countertop.

She acknowledge you, humming against your core and flickering her tongue against the bundle of nerves. Her back arched as if she wanted to get more of it, her fingers grasped your inner thight harder forcing your legs open. Looking up, she had a nice red flush against her cheeks, messy bangs over her forehead which tickled a little bit of your sensitive skin.

"You ain' getting my fingers," she slurped again, her mouth salivating, "do it on my tongue."

It was enough to make you clench around nothing but, her eyes were more intense, tongue harder and trying to drink any juice coming down from your cunt. Her eyes narrowed, licking ir harder, more pressure where she knew you liked, pressing her hands against your thighs while one of them loosened up a bit to press down your stomach. You let out a squeak, arching your back as you moved your hips against her mouth, looking down at how she was bumping her arched nose against your clit on purpose.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—" your fingers tangled on her hair, moaning and whining while riding out your orgasm on her mouth.

"Fucking pretty..." she whispered against you, caressing your belly to calm you down and trailing kisses back on the inside of your thighs. "Come here, baby."

She stood up again in between your legs, taking your face in between her hands and kissing your lips. Her tongue was slow against yours, making you taste all of yourself mixed with her saliva. Vi smiled and licked your lower lip after biting it, her hands on your hips caressing it while she trailed down kisses on your neck and shoulder.

"Less stressed now, hm?" she whispered, biting a bit of your skin

"Bet."

You rolled your eyes at her, crossing your arms and seeing the way she pulled back to stare better at you. She was about to say something but... a familiar voice caught her attention, she almsor froze hearing it echoing from the door.

"Vi?"

[anixdraws]

Since I forgot to share this like a moron, I’ll recap my contributions. I worked on the Rowdy Runway: A TWEWY Fashion Zine as the artist who not only did the cover art (seen above) but also I did three different artworks.

The first artwork I did was for my hubby Higashizawa, repping the now defunct Sheep Heavenly (replaced with Top’ o Topo in NEO for garishly cute and saturated clothing). Each item worn by Higgy here is a piece of Sheep Heavenly clothing interpreted by me staring way too hard at the pixel clothing sprites. This one was so fun to color and I get to draw muscular men in bright cute colors??? Like hell yes!

(Also yes I had to make that Sheep Heavenly logo myself)

The second artwork I made for the zine is one of Susukichi rocking the monocrow drip! This piece was a traditional art piece I colored digitally to fit the zine. I’ve included the lineart version so you can see how much pain and suffering I mean detail I put into this one. I went with MonoCrow as a way to push myself out of my comfort zone and focus less on rendering and shading, using simple cel shading and heavy shadows to make Susy K look cool~! In the end this one turned out to be my favorite traditional art pieces.

This last one was a collab between me and a writer friend who goes by Stinkfly03 on twitter/X. They made a fic about Beat truely seeing himself as more then a Neku copycat and he cuts his hair to match his younger self. I went fully into my comfort zone with this one by relying on rendering and lighting. In this story, Beat’s physical appearance is thinner and a lot more Neku like which (I hope) I conveyed well. The fic is called “Reflecting Neku” by PetildaFan on A03 (Archive of Our Own)! Pls go check it out. It’s a super interesting character introspection on Beat that is worth the read!

Interested in the art I do? You can check out my other works or support me by checking out my linktree.

[kiddorob1996]

I made this a month ago or two and I had no enegry to post this dump.

Anyway, this is a TAWOG au mixed up with BATIM. Of course, I put Rob in it ^_^

It was fun to make and maybe I'll post more of this shitty au I love. I used to love BATIM and I still do, Bendy was a little goof ball of a devil.

Let's talk about the au: Remember how Herny (the retired animator) got invited back to the old studio by Joey drew? Let's make Herny Stein is YOU. You went inside the studio and started to see paranormal activities around the place. At some point when you head to the Ink machine. Rob the ink person pops up and tries to stop you from getting hurt by the Ink demon. You'll think that Rob is trying to help you through your journey at the old studio, but that's not the case. He believes that sacrificing (like Bendy) can stop the ink machine process of death and rebirth. You can see Rob stick around with Bendy and sometimes the ink demon because he thinks that Bendy can turn him back to human, which will never happen because the Ink demon can easily get annoyed by Rob fast.

(Sorry if this doesn't make sense to some of you guys, I'm still trying to fix up the au and some more lore.)

[smilesrobotlover]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: LinkedUniverse-Fandom, linked universe- fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sky & Twilight (Linked Universe), Sky & Wind (Linked Universe), Sky & Time (Linked Universe) Characters: Sky (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: There's more of this, I'm Sorry, idk how to tag lu stuff on this, this is the last one I promise, I hope and pray that jojo doesn't find this series Series: Part 2 of A Chain of Unfortunate (and delicious) Events Summary:

There have been several incidents of the chain turning into food. It started with Warnut and kept going. It was a concerning thing that has been happening to the chain, but as long as Sky had the Master Sword, everything was fine. Until... he lost the master sword.

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[falimarcis]

The new Marcille extra by Ryoko Kui

[gongyussy]

make men slutty again.

HEAT STROKE | GQ CHINA Photographer: Wintam; Editor & Image: Shawn Gao Ding; Makeup: Lucas; Hair: Tao Liu; Art: Grade 2 & Lei Min; Art Assistant: Jiang Mi; Models: Kim; Ye Hao, Yu Hang, Ho Jun; Fashion Assistant: Yiyi, Coco; Photography Assistant: Li Zhenxi; Song Luanyi

bonus as rightfully added by @polyabathtub:

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[mochasucculent]

The gang all together 👍

Sketch v final + refs below!

First pic was reffed from My Own Private Idaho, which ended up being a really bad idea because this focal length was ridiculous to try and flatten out and match with the others lol

Second pic was obvi The Pieta by Michelangelo, but shoutout to my partner for suggesting the role reversal cause I was initially gonna draw Viktor in Jayce's arms again, but having it the other way around gave me the idea for the last piece where they're mutually in each other's arms and on equal ground in the composition

Third pic was reffed from The Blossoming Of Love by Miquel Blay! Had to move Jayce's hand to Viktor's shoulder because he was too yolked for his arm to fit between them lmao

[itsscaredycat]

and they lived happily ever after 🥲🙏

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[shinynewmemories]

The Hunger Games has the FUNNIEST arranged marriage of all time btw. Katniss realizes she'll have to marry Peeta and she's obviously upset so Haymitch tries to comfort her by saying "you could do a lot worse" and Katniss is like "well DUH of course I could do worse than Peeta he's the best & handsomest person on the face of the planet but that's not the POINT I want to be able to choose for MYSELF". Then she goes and chooses Peeta anyway lol. Comedy gold I tell you

[majubengel]

One Piece final battle

poorly drawn extra: