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I wish I could draw better so I could get a GIF or just a drawing of Astarion in this outfit and pose:
I mean, I can't be the only one who is reminded of this movie, right? Right?
#i mean y'all#its david fucking bowie#like i cannot believe the amount of people i have met who have no idea who he is#or what the labyrinth is#like i get people being young and all#but if you like practical effects and catchy music check this out#also astarion 100% would cosplay as the goblin king you guys#jareth is so astarion coded it's hilarious#bg3#astarion#jareth the goblin king
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You better believe I'll die on that hill too.
I know adverbs are controversial, but "said softly" means something different than "whispered" and this is the hill I will die on.
#adverbs#show adverbs some love#I literally was just thinking about this the other day#you know how many adverbs we use without even realizing it?#because it is SO USEFUL to have a part of speech that does the job of an adjective but for verbs not nouns?#I mean Y'ALL#that's white-hot fucking genius#JRR tolkien once said adjectives are the root of fantasy#because they have the power to transform things#what about words that have the power to transform actions?#justice for adverbs#this is not an unpopular opinion#this is an unpopular fact#deal with it#writing#writers on tumblr#creative writing#books
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There is a conversation to be had about the fact that Taylor Swift's album is being played in its entirety across all of iHeartRadio's 868 stations, pushing out the opportunities other artists might have had to get radioplay. That's the literal definition of a monopoly. No wonder she'll hit the top of the radio play charts with this maneuver, because at least 65 minutes (if not the back side of the album, which would take it to nearly twice that length) across EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT STATIONS will be dedicated to her, artificially boosting her radio play and decreasing everyone else's. In this essay I will—
#i don't mean to turn into a hater but when you are pulling amazonian billionaire tactics i will turn into a hater#any of y'all that claim to be socialists/left-leaning and get excited about her becoming a billionaire do NOT understand basic theory#or praxis for that matter#she is LITERALLY pushing out other artists ala vanderbilt and the railroads#she's not a tortured poet she's a robber baron#anti taylor swift#anti ttpd
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Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots
#punkblogging#if any of y'all call me a fucking misogynist for this#I literally almost exclusively listen to women fronted bands it's not because she's a woman#I even listen to pop sometimes!!! (I mean not radio pop but still)#she is just fucking lame as a human being and she's an awful songwriter and an industry plant in the exact same ways as musk#I could say this about most men in the music industry as well but no one is out here fucking worshipping... idek I literally#do not know enough men fronted bands to put together an example
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CW DEATH, DEAD BODY, STRANGULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED SELF-HARM (in case my tags aren't enough!!!! stay safe)
(Above you, you hear Loop trying to take a breath.)
#isat spoilers#act 6 secret encounter spoilers#cw death#cw dead body#cw strangulation#cw blood#cw self harm#wow thats a lot ok. better to be safe imo!#threw this down in about 2-3 hours bc i have to get the thoughts on paper SOMETIMES i GUESS and if that means rough sketches then thats tha#anyway have i mentioned im normal about loop?#just bc siffrin can't loop anymore doesn't mean loop can't#in stars and time spoilers#isat#in stars and time#isat loop#isat siffrin#my art#my comics#oh agony. posted and found out my top warnings dont push dead sif down far enough. I HOPE Y'ALL BLOCKED YOUR TAGS!!!!#edit2: i changed the caption bc i got a better idea lol. now there are two verisons circulating. that'll be fun.
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haven't drawn them together in so long,,
#like?? HAHAAH#I MEAN LIKE JUST THE TWO OF THEM. JUST IN THE MOMENT!#aight imma shower smell y'all bitches later#my art#2024#call of duty#cod#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod mw#cod mwii#cod mwiii#modern warfare#mw#mw2#mw3#ghost cod#soap cod#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#simon riley#simon ghost riley#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing
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Someone asked if I was adding more to "Buckshot"
...and then I accidentally posted it before I was done answering LOL. Anyway, here was the answer:
I have some ideas that I just haven't fleshed out yet. But I really like that AU and I want to return to it.
As for the Buckshot specific "chapter"...I do have some 'deleted scenes' that I just didn't feel like drawing (laziness) but hmm maybe i'll get the motivation to sketch them out eventually.
Some deleted scenes:
Scene 1.5 [Lucifer looks at Alastor's wounds as he's changing his bandages and clothes. Alastor's covered in severe scars exhibiting many different kinds of injuries.] Lucifer: "So many scars...I wonder what he's been through..." [Lucifer glances at Alastor's face, which somehow still has a faint, but visible smile.] Lucifer (incredulous and annoyed): "Yet he always keeps that smile on his face..." CUT TO FLASHBACK MONTAGE: Lucifer, Alastor, and Charlie playing in the park, eating dinner altogether, and singing backup for Charlie while Alastor plays the piano. [Lucifer smiles softly and turns up the corners of Alastor's sleeping smile.] Charlie: "I thought Al needed to sleep!" >:-0 [Lucifer draws his hands back suddenly, embarrassed.] Lucifer: "Where did you--" [Charlie climbs onto Alastor's rest bed. She haphazardly reaches for Alastor's face.] Charlie: "My turn or it's not fair!" >:-D Lucifer: "Charlie, no!" --- Scene 4.5 (happens at the dinner party, in Lucifer's room, after Alastor bleeds through his shirt) [Lucifer quickly changed into a red tuxedo. Alastor is lagging, due to his pain and need to clean his wound with a soft cloth.] Lucifer: "Let me help you--" Alastor: "I can handle this." Lucifer: "Would you stop being so stubborn? You're drugged up, drunk, and moving slow as hell. You want to arouse more suspicion or do you wanna get this over with?" [Alastor rolls his eyes and rudely tosses the cloth at Lucifer's face. Lucifer's quick reflexes catch the cloth effortlessly.] Lucifer: "That's what I thought." [Lucifer begins to clean Al's wound. Alastor has a pained expression. He winces and grabs Lucifer's wrist forcefully.] Alastor: "You're being a brute." [Alastor guides Lucifer's hand gently and drops his hand once Lucifer adapts. Lucifer helps bandage Alastor back up and get dressed. They're now both in new tuxedos, sans bow ties. Before Lucifer can grab his bowtie, Alastor snatches it.] Alastor: "Allow me." Lucifer: "I can tie my own bow tie." Alastor: "Did you not say we were in a hurry? I think we both know it will go faster if I just tie it." [Lucifer rolls his eyes but resigns. Alastor ties the bowtie swiftly and perfectly.] Lucifer: "Ugh, how do you do this so easily? Aren't you high?" Alastor: "As a kite." [There is a beat and they both share a laugh. Suddenly they hear a distant voice yelling:] Adam (distant): "So much for a quickie!" Alastor: "We should go."
#and before y'all start#i'm not drawing this#me @ me#i mean...right??? i'm not gonna..am i?? ugh i don't know#i don't think i have the energy#anyway#radioapple#fanfiction#honestly i think it would be fun to share more 'screenwriting' style fanfiction i got#because i can't draw all these scenes...it's too much#human au
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aren't you almost 30? it is weird when people over 30 watch shows aimed at teens and 20-somethings. but you even said you stopped watching it, so it's fine :).
ohmygod please don't be one of those people who thinks when you're thirty you're suddenly 'old' and can't enjoy things that give you nostalgia because 'they're for teens!'. guess what, a switch doesn't flip when you hit a certain number that means you stop enjoying things you did before. this attitude will only make yourself miserable
#Anonymous#30 really isn't this benchmark y'all set it out to be#you'll realise when you get older but it means literally nothing#i ain't even there yet and you're already being this judgey?? it's weird behaviour
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Columbo and the Knight (1984)
put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.
Autism W!
#columbo#knight rider#art#michael knight#kitt#comic#highlight reel#crossover#telebeast#there are two small easter eggs here. can you find them. they were somehow not Entirely lost when i resized these for the public#this is what i mean when i say I Draw And It's Everyone Else's Problem. look at my INCREDIBLY niche crossover comic boy#if the knight rider fandom has like 12 people in it. how many of y'all have seen columbo#this comic is for like 4 people and me and phoenix are already two of them#niche is my specialty lets be real. weird niche obscure shit and ships nobody's paid attention to yet#not to suggest this is ship art. columbo has his wife and michael has his car lmfao#stylizing real people is EXTREMELY hard btw sorry for when they get off model. its partly a 'better imperfect than never finished' situatio#cant tell you how much i redrew some of these panels. weeps#this took me 2 weeks but i think i thumbnailed it all in may and the ideas been rollin around in my head since march#is anybody good at editing. please edit michael and columbo into an image together like its a screenshot. NOT generated. edited.#it would be so cool#ive drawn columbo a lot but i haven't drawn a lot of michaels. i was learning things about his outfit AS I WAS DOING THE DAMN#COLORS ON THIS. all the lines done. it was too late to change anything. i did all the lines and colored page by page#i realized my mistakes on like page 3. 1 and 2 were already done. it was Too Late.#imagine it though. them working a case together. switching between the more serious tone of columbo vs the goofier#action antics of michael and kitt. columbo being so impressed by Modern Technology. there's more i could say but phoenix may write#more of this crossover and i don't want to spoil it :'3#there's opportunity here though i swear. there's gold to be dug.#i like how kitt gets shading but columbo's junker peugeot doesn't. kitt looked wrong without any. columbo's car is matte and dirty#i also applied effects to this to make it look a little film-grainy and VHS like. some CRT TV vibes#the only question left is. did they put knight rider into columbo; or columbo into knight rider 🤔
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conflating diaspora jews with the actions of the israeli government is not okay, yes, but have you considered it's not okay to conflate israeli jews with them either
#listen. no hate to diaspora jews. y'all are suffering unimaginable antisemitism rn.#but as an israeli it makes me so mad how they're always the only ones leftists care about when it comes to antisemitism if even#“nooo guys we can't be mean to diaspora jews because of isnotreal it's antisemitic and wrong!”#“israelis? now those are completely fine to harass and wish death upon <3”#people just straight up don't see us as humans deserving of basic decency i think#when they at very least pretend to or believe they like diaspora jews#leftist antisemitism#antisemitism#israel#jumblr
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you know given the combination of recent hermitcraft events and the date, has anyone drawn scar confidently proclaiming "almost christmas means it wasn't christmas!" yet? because i think we need that. bonus points if he's wearing the slutty santa reindeer costume,
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there's currently a free japanese indie film festival being held online! all the films have subtitles in english, spanish (latin america), thai, indonesian, simplified chinese, and traditional chinese and the films are available to watch worldwide (except japan and some others depending on the movie):
bachiranun (2021)
tenzo (2019), not available in france, belgium, switzerland, korea
an artisan's legacy, tsunekazu-nishioka (2012)
lonely glory (2022)
hanagatami (2017), not available in china, us, canada, uk, and ireland
bon-uta, a song from home (2019)
and your bird can sing (2018), not available in korea, china, taiwan, us, and canada
hey! our dear don-chan (2022)
techno brothers (2023)
a muse never drowns (2022), not available in the netherlands, and canada
a girl in my room (2022), not available in korea, china, and taiwan
follow the light (2021)
the festival will be held until october 31, 2023 :))
#not sponsored or anything just thought y'all might be interested :))#also what i mean is none of the films are available to watch online in japan because the film festival is in-person there#also i think the ones where films aren't available in certain countries is because they're also being shown at in-person festivals?#ofc you can always vpn those or something#reference#ok to rb#EDIT: turning off reblogs because the festival is over :)
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IN THE CROOKS OF HER BODY, I FIND MY RELIGION.
pairing: vi x firelight!reader word count: 2.8k summary: part two of this fic ,, basically soft sex + body worship with vi and a tiny bit of angst in between ,, vi being kinda vulnerable and needy and also really hot bc of course / 18+
inspired by a sappho quote + "holy" and "pussy is god" by king princess
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this, stargirl.”
the two of you haven’t quite made it to bed yet. as soon as you shut the door, you couldn’t resist pressing vi up against it, having already missed the feeling of her body against yours from the short walk to your room.
“if it’s as long as i’ve wanted it,” you breathe between kisses, “then i’d say we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
vi shudders as your lips travel down her neck, your tongue tracing her tattoo. you feel her pull at the hem of your shirt, but you’re too busy pushing the jacket off her shoulders.
fuck, her arms made your mouth water — all toned and tattooed. something ignites in your stomach, anxious to discover what else she’s hiding underneath layers of fabric. your frenzied hands struggle to undo her belt, vi smiling sheepishly as she steps in to help. once she’s got her pants off, you pause.
you just have to admire the sight of her: hair an absolute mess, chest heaving, and standing in your room with nothing but a dirty white tank top and light gray boyshorts and — wait, what’s that tattoo?
vi clears her throat, and you realize that you’ve probably been staring too long.
“okay, before you say anything —”
before she can finish her sentence, you step back and take off your own shirt. vi drinks up your exposed, tattooed skin and she swallows.
“are those —”
“violets, yeah.”
it doesn’t matter that you’d never confessed your love for each other, that you’d both spent years not knowing if the other was alive or dead, that the chances of a happily ever after together is painfully small — she’s got stars sparkling across her hips and you’ve got violets blooming between your ribs.
you’re not a religious person, but there has to be some sacred promise in the way you each dedicated parts of your body to the other, despite it all.
vi pulls you in by the neck, crashes her lips against yours urgently. her hands squeeze into the skin underneath your breasts, so hard that it might bruise. one of your hands travels between her legs, rubbing ever so slightly over her underwear; she moans and when you apply just a bit more pressure, vi gasps against your mouth. you’re determined to keep those pretty lips of her parted and whining for you and you regret all the time wasted not being down on your knees for her, so you drop to the ground to atone for your mistake.
“i want to taste you,” you state, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then looking up at her through your lashes. “is that okay?”
as you wait for her to respond, she watches you from above, biting her lip so hard you’re worried she’ll draw blood.
“you don’t have to,” vi finally says, blinking slowly.
“i want to. i want to take care of you.”
“it’s really fine. that’s not what i’m here for anyways.” she reaches her hand down; ignoring the flutter of disappointment, you let her intertwine her fingers with yours and pull you up, flush against her hips. “it’s my job to take care of you, yeah? it’ll be worth your while. i used to have girls begging to try my magic tongue or fingers. sometimes both, depending on their preference.”
her unbelievably cocky smile sends a jolt of electricity between your legs, and it’s very difficult not to get distracted by her hands squeezing your ass, but you try your best.
“look, uh, vi —” your breath hitches as she starts to nip at your collarbone. “as tempting as that is, i really do want to take care of you, too.”
“you don’t have to.”
“if you’re worried about me, you don’t have to be. i promise i really want to take care of—”
“i said it’s fine,” she snaps. you’re caught off guard by her reaction, and you can tell she is, too, instantly all wide eyed and regretful. vi untangles herself from you to go sit on the bed. “i-i’m sorry,” vi sighs, running a hand through her hair.
gingerly, you take a seat next to her, careful to give her space if she needs it.
“are you okay? did i say something or —”
“it’s just – i don’t know, stargirl,” she whispers before taking a shaky breath. “when you put it like that….i don’t know. i don’t deserve to be taken care of, especially not by you. all i do is fuck up and hurt the people i care about.”
oh.
oh.
you get it now.
the vi you knew years ago was always willing to carry the weight of everything on her shoulders for those she cared about and refused to let anyone else help. you remember how stubborn she’d be to accept anything, even something as small as half an orange you’d offer her when you spied her eyeing your snack. when you spent your earnings one week to buy an extra orange just for her, she flipped out.
it was, honest to gods, one of your worst fights. neither of you spoke to each other for days, until you broke your arm running from an enforcer. vi was the one who found you and lugged you over to vander’s so he could set the bone. you’d later learn that vi had twisted her ankle earlier running from that same enforcer, but she risked further injury just to get you home.
you think about how, though the world has never been kind to her, these past few years at stillwater….well, vi always seems unshakeable, but you notice her new scars and bloodied knuckles and bruises that are probably more than skin deep, and you know that it couldn’t have been easy having to survive there on her own.
“you deserve to feel good, violet.”
you brush your thumb over the lip she keeps gnawing at, wiping away the blood. the way vi looks at you then, powder blue eyes a shade or two darker and slightly glazed over, prompts you to cup her face gently. she grabs your wrist and squeezes it.
“i mean it, okay?” you murmur, pulling your hand away after vi presses a soft kiss to your palm. “let me take care of you, pretty girl. it’ll be worth your while,” you tease, remembering her words from before.
vi hums, something intense flicking behind her eyes.
“okay, stargirl. you’ve convinced me.” she gently grabs your chin, brings your face as close to hers as possible, so close that you can practically feel the heat of her smile on your lips. “only if you let me take care of you after. deal?”
you swallow thickly, and don’t even need to think for a second when you say —
“deal.”
and she kisses you to seal it.
soon enough, you’ve got vi pressed down on the mattress, her shirt off, your hips in between her legs. you’re taking your time — biting at her collarbones, sucking down her sternum. she’s got more tattoos, of course, and her nipples. you wrap your lips around one of them, letting the cool metal of her piercing burn through your tongue. when you pull away with a pop, she whines, and you just have to do the same to the other side. your teeth sink into her abs, your tongue traces over the stars on her hips, until you reach her navel. you trace a finger down the happy trail that disappears underneath the waistband of her panties, which, you can’t help but notice, now have a darker patch in the middle. you finally pull her underwear down her legs, exposing her to you in all her glory.
“hurry up,” vi whimpers when you busy yourself kissing the inside of her thighs, rather than where you know she wants you most.
“you always were impatient,” you chide. “i’ve barely touched you, and it seems like you’re already about to cum.”
you spit on her already glistening pussy before looking back up at her expectantly, eager to make her beg even more. vi’s blushing, a rare but beautiful sight.
she clears her throat, cheeks dusted red.
“please, we don’t have all the time in the worl—”
vi’s cut off by you running your tongue through her folds. you just love how her thighs instinctively squeeze around your head — your lungs, not quite attuned to your desires, unfortunately require more than what’s between vi’s legs to keep going, so you have to pull them apart. you make up for it, though, and you gather some of her slick to sink two fingers into her heat.
“fuck. fuck,” vi moans. she tangles her hands in your hair, fingers tightening at the roots when you suck her clit harshly. “fuck, you’re so good to me. fuck.”
you hum against her cunt, and work in a third finger, reaching that spot deep inside her that has her crying out in pleasure. you add in your tongue, and vi locks her ankles behind your head to bring you impossibly closer. this time, you stay there until she reaches you feel her tighten around you. you don’t stop, and fuck her through another orgasm that has her body writhing and your lungs burning.
you just don’t want to leave, the velvet softness and saltiness of her more intoxicating than any drink you’ve ever had. but, vi’s tugging impatiently at your hair and whining —
“oh, god, please come up here.”
— so you kiss her cunt goodbye, just for now, and you journey back up her body. your lips, coated in vi’s own release, stick to her skin as you go. when you’re eye to eye with her once more, you kiss her, allow her to taste herself on your tongue. you pull away to quip:
“that’s not my name, sweetheart, but i’m flattered.”
vi smiles, her lips shining with your saliva and her cum. it makes you want to dive back in for more, but she beats you to it.
“my goddess,” she mumbles against your lips, moving to bite underneath your jaw, down your neck. her nails scrape against your stomach and she teases the waistband of your pants. “get rid of these — it’s time for me to take care of you.”
and how could you say no to that?
as you get up to remove the rest of your clothes, vi sits up, watching you with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
yeah, she’s impatient, reaching for you as soon as you're done and positioning your thighs on either side of her hips. you hiss when your bare cunt rubs up against her abdomen, and vi’s eyes are now the darkest you’ve ever seen them, pupils blown wide.
“huh. you like that, gorgeous?” she taunts, kissing between your breasts.
and now she’s got you all whiny and desperate. you love how rough her bandaged hands feel as they grip your hips, guiding your movements, and how hot her mouth is against your skin as her teeth, tongue, and lips explore every inch of your body. she lingers on your tattoo, sucking harsh bruises among delicate flowers. her hands roam from your hips to your inner thighs, spreading you open while pressing you down. you’re completely blissed out as your pussy squelches against her strong, defined muscles. you love how her body reacts to your pleasure as if it’s her own — her abs clench between your legs and her heart beating fast against your chest.
“that’s it,” vi groans, encouraging you. “how’d i get so lucky, huh? to have such a pretty girl make a mess all over me?”
it’s very hard to formulate a thought, and all you can do is breathe out vi’s name like a prayer.
she thrusts up one more time and presses her mouth onto yours, swallowing your moans and guiding you harder, faster.
after your orgasm crashes over you, vi rolls over so that she’s on top of you. she rests her forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“you think you can handle one more?”
you nod desperately, smiling up at her. vi’s body is firmly against yours, her stomach wet and sticky with you.
“i thought so,” vi chuckles. she kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, to behind your ear where your star-shaped birthmark greets her. “what’ll it be, stargirl? tongue, fingers, both?”
you shiver. if you had more time, more energy, you’d beg for her it all, but for now you answer:
“just your fingers, please.” you brush your thumb over the tattoo on her cheek, looking into those eyes of hers that you’d like to imagine only soften this way for you. “i want – need – to see your beautiful face while you fuck me.”
and again, vi blushes. she kisses you, hard, before shoving her fingers into your cunt.
her fingers really do feel like magic, like bliss, long and thick, and curving into you perfectly. her thumb rubs tight circles into your clit, her bandaged palm scratching deliciously against your folds. vi’s strong and fast and she’s pretty much fucking her tongue down your throat.
you feel so wonderfully full and you’re already so sensitive that the elastic in your stomach tightens and tightens and just snaps. you throw your head back, jaw falling slack as overwhelming pleasure rushes through you. you dig your nails into her shoulders to ground yourself, and she hisses into your mouth when you scrape them down her back.
“fuck, you’re so hot.” vi practically growls, biting your bottom lip. “can’t get over you — like a goddamn vice. be a good girl for me and give me one more, yeah? please.”
and how can you say no to that — vi on top and deep inside of you, eyes dark and sinful and waiting for your command, eager to have her way with your body because she just can’t get enough?
you whimper when vi finally removes her fingers from your cunt and sucks them into her mouth.
“better than i imagined,” she grins and actually winks at you. then, she shoves her fingers down your throat as if she knew how empty you felt, and you greedily lap up whatever mess was left.
then, vi takes away her fingers and places the sweetest, softest kiss on your lips before adjusting to lay down on her side.
“i…i wasn’t too rough, was i?” she whispers, idly tracing fingers on your damp skin.
you shake your head, smiling. her body is something divine — littered with familiar and unknown scars, muscles strong from carrying the weight of the world. but there’s also proof of the soft curve of your mouth against her skin, the harsh indents of your nails. there’s a desire deep within you hoping those never fades, like that dull, delicious ache between your legs that she left behind.
the remnants of everything you’ve tasted of hers tonight linger on your tongue as you promise:
“no. you were….are amazing.”
vi nestles into the curve between your neck and shoulder. her teeth graze your pulsepoint as you run your hand through her hair.
you’re both exhausted and sweaty and sticky, but, by god, if you didn’t just find heaven.
and though you’re deeply satisfied, you’re hungry, too, so you get up to find what you had taken from the kitchen earlier. vi sits up and watches eagerly as you peel the fruit, the smell of citrus dancing between you. you break it in half, watch her hesitate before accepting and devouring it. you’re in comfortable silence while eating. some juice drips down her chin, and you reach over to brush it away with your thumb. vi lets you push your thumb into her mouth to lick it up and you’re biting your lip before she crashes her mouth against yours once more. your hands are sticky as you cup her cheeks, and her lips are sticky against yours, but you don’t care. you think this is the sweetest orange you’ve ever tasted.
you look out the window. the sky has gone from black to a deep purple, the stars now starting to fade.
in a few hours, vi is heading topside and you’re staying down here to keep the fort down while ekko’s gone with her to the council. best case scenario, you see each other again, continue whatever has simmered between you over the years and boiled over tonight.
worst case scenario….
it doesn’t matter.
for now:
vi rests her hand on your ribcage while you notch a leg over her hip.
“g’night, stargirl.”
you nudge your nose against hers.
“sweet dreams, vi.”
vi kisses your forehead.
“i’ve got you to thank for those.”
you melt against each other and drift off into the best sleep you’ve both had in a while.
#vi x reader#arcane x reader#arcane smut#vi smut#arcane vi smut#vi arcane smut#arcane#vi arcane#vi arcane x reader#lesbian#league of lesbians#i don't think y'all understand i desire her carnally#didn't mean for this to get so soft and angsty but oh well#vi deserves LOVE#king princess#saf writes
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she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh
#one piece#trans!sanji#sanji#kiku#yamato#ワンピース#I'm practicing my japanese shhhhhh#(日本語のペラペラ人:俺は文法とか書く方とか間違ったら教えてください😅ありがとうございます)#translation:#Yamato: I'll be able to get as strong as Oden?#Sanji: Probably... 🤔#[meanwhile Kiku is remembering the time in the hot spring]#(Sanji: Nami-chan!!!)#(Nami: Shut up!! The women's bath is supposed to be a peaceful place!)#Kiku: I am also ⚧️ ... o.o#(y'all english speakers had me all to yourselves for a decade it's about time I start to also sometimes make stuff in my next language lol#notably for media *from* that language#same as it made sense to make fan content in english for [american superhero franchise we don't talk abt anymore] back in the day#(happy seasonal reminder that Ren Is Not A Native English Speaker and This Is My 5th Language hi 😅))#while looking up reference for this I learnt that the straps to tie back the kimono sleeves are called tasuki#also I decided yamato get big muscles cause he got them kaido genes in im (I also gave him his dad's young-man-facial hair)#the more I do transition projections for one piece characters while tryna adhere to the style the more I learn that sometimes stylisation#uses bones less as literal determinants for where things go and just kinda exaggerates shapes based on vibes alone instead#meaning trans characters' bones wouldn't literally stay looking the same in that stylisation in the way they do irl#they'd get exaggerated differently based on what the surrounding stuff is doing#I still think oda's transition demonstration when we first met iva was unreasonable even with that in mind tho
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i've seen a poll about gale and anders but i feel like this one is a more difficult one to answer
#baldur's gate 3#dragon age#see i think astarion wouldn't want to damage his nails. but also he has vampire reflexes#on the other hand fenris is.... fenris#personally imma go with fenris#edit: ok apparently y'all think this is an easy question sjdjsksk#no i legit was trying to be fair to astarion! he is pretty strong in melee (especially when he fights dirty)!#i mean it he's the dps in my party full of casters (maybe that's the problem...)#edit 2: my soul is pledged to fenris but istg y'all are so mean to astarion in the tags 😭😭😭#edit 3: okay fine i should've said a fight instead of a fistfight..... sorry astarion#you all should know that every mention of fenris's strength makes me 🥵 btw. as it always goes#edit 4: the astarion roasting is starting to feel more like me being roasted personally and ya know what i deserved it-
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I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.
Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.
Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)
#s5 Jon in his white girl era#whatever the fuck that means#I'm still not done w the archives cuz busy n stuff but Jon needs to let Martin know wtf goin on#God may work in mysterious ways but you do not have to. Communicate with your man please#my art#the magnus archives#tma fanart#tma#tma season 5#tma spoilers#jonathan sims#tma podcast#martin blackwood#tma jmart#jmart#jmart fanart#jonmartin#there's so much going on in these and I am not sorry welcome to my chaotic mind#hope y'all read the tags cuz I need to announce before I fully make my Jon character sheet that his favorite band is linkin park#it's so funny and just right#tbf linkin park goes hard I'm tired of pretending it doesnt#but come on he totally was totally an edgey prick when he was younger#and older. he hasnt changed huh#anygays he totally loves linkin park and type o negative and three days grace and green day and evanescence#georgie was a paramore girlie I just know it#wish gerry were here he and jon would jam to type o negative so much :( and jon could introduce him to this cold night :(((#ok enough byeeeee
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