#I might come back and finish this later

[cygnus-is-tired]

I like this piece… theoretically. Something about this piece just won’t click for me, I’ve tried to push through and finish it but it just ain’t happening. It’s time to throw in the towel

[stonelions]

scene from that new wip. dean badgered cas into this photograph and he's very proud of himself

[gemharvest]

Hey Karl you think whenever BF or GF just hit Pico with a random hug no matter the circumstance his face just crumbles into the most vulnerable and yearning look and suddenly the hug lasts for 20 minutes because they don't have the heart to pull away when Pico lays his arms around their backs in the most gentle way possible

(id in alt - do not repost, please ask before using as icon/ banner etc.)

yeag..

Close-ups of my personal favorite shots LOL. I also really like how Boyf came out here but he's already Huge in the piece so he doesn't need a close-up.

Do you ever think BF and GF get super emotional when he's soft with them? This guy, known for his fuckin' Bite with an attitude developed partially for self-defense, melting at their touch and allowing them to see his more gentle side? Something that nobody else will ever get to see?

The demon and the rapper are nice by default. Boyf can be a bit of a menace and Girlf is not afraid to show her demonic side when necessary, but they're kind to others as a default, maybe even to a fault. Not that Pico doesn't ever show kindness to others, but he's usually prickly and standoffish; his kindness could come off in ways that read almost as passive aggression. And yet, around the two idiots (used affectionately lol) he's like putty in their hands.

Anyways idk what I'm on abt really I just think if you gave him the choice he would literally melt into their embraces. Safe, and protected in their arms; for once, he isn't the one who has to do the protecting. I think the worst part of a hug to him would be having to let go.

[artslovergirl]

Stanford!art as a secret admirer pleaaaaase

hiii! sorry this took me literally a month to finish i am still not very good at keeping a drabble a drabble and this one really got away from me but i promise in the future that hopefully wont be the case....anywhoo! enjoy! (ty for being my first request ever!) also shoutout to diya for helping me a bit with characterizing art having a crush on someone! mwah!

admittedly, art felt like a creep. not enough to stop sneaking glances at you across the lecture hall but definitely enough to feel hot shame crawl up his neck whenever you would accidentally meet his eye contact.

he quickly glanced away and stared back at the blackboard, trying to pretend that's what he had been looking at all along.

he began fiddling with his pen, pushing the plastic end of it nervously against his lips. he could feel your eyes on him for a few moments longer before turning back around to face the professor.

great. now you probably actually thought he was a creep. which is not exactly how he planned your first form of contact to go.

...alright, to be fair, he never had an exact plan in the first place? but "make awkward eye contact" wouldn't have been a part of it. that's for sure.

he was a little out of his element here. stanford was a hell of a lot bigger than mark rebellato was.

back there, most of the girls knew him, sometimes even liked him already or he had patrick as his wingman. (or when it came to tashi, competition.) but here? he felt so unsure all of a sudden. it felt like all of the experience he had with dating seemed completely useless.

when he first saw you, he was still pretty infatuated with tashi. but that doesnt mean he didnt notice how hot you were. as more time passed the more he realized that tashi and patrick were apprently locked in (go figure the dude finally learns commitment just in time. read bitterness.) and the more he saw you, the more he heard you talk in class, the more he saw you laugh with your friends, the more you wouldnt leave his mind. not to mention how fucking smart you were. well, are.

the lecture ended and as always you were one of the first people out the door. you were always in a rush. or maybe you just had another class all the way on the other side of campus?

he wondered what your major was. he wondered if you knew he played tennis. he wondered if it would even impress you if you found out. he hoped it would.

---

art was sitting in the cafeteria stabbing his fork into his salad that consisted of like 70% veggies and 30% eggs.

he had to say, he was definitely getting sick of eggs at this point. he took a small sip of his gatorade.

usually, he drank blue, but he decided to try red today. maybe because it was patrick's favorite flavor or maybe because he needed at least a little change in routine.

unfortunately, as he went to place the bottle back down on the table, he almost knocked it over as soon as he suddenly noticed you standing by the vending machine. and then turning around. and.. walking towards him? holy shit.

at first, he thought you would just walk past him, but you stopped at his table. he didn't know if he believed in god, but at that moment, he certainly felt like a favorite.

"hey," you smiled politely, "sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a quarter? that thing doesn't seem to take nickles." you nodded your head towards the vending machine at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"uh." his brain tried to play catch up. "um, yeah, let me check." he let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't sound so nervous, but it sounded more like he was wheezing. he pulled out his wallet, ripped apart the velcro, and checked. he silently celebrated when he noticed he did, in fact, have a few quarters. "yeah, how many do you need?" he looked up at you. his cheeks felt hot.

"oh, just one is fine." he nods, and suddenly, in front of your presence, it seems a lot harder to properly grab the quarter from his wallet. he does manage, though, and as he hands it to you, he feels your fingers brush against his palm.

as if transferred from your fingertips to his palm it felt like a surge went through his body, traveling through his arteries and sparking at the tips of his fingers and toes. you hand him your nickels in exchange. before you could turn to leave, he quickly interjected, "we're in the same class, right? english literature?"

he didnt know where he was going with this, he just wanted to keep talking to you.

your eyes flashed with recognition.

"oh, yeah! art, right? you sit behind me?" you knew his name. "yeah, yeah, that's right." he nodded, his fingers drummed against the table. there was a short lull in the conversation as he desperately tried to grasp for anything to talk about that wouldn't seem like he was hitting on you (even though he kind of was.)

"so, uh, this is actually good timing because i've been sorta meaning to talk to you anyway?" his lips pulled into a familiar charming lopsided smile.

"oh, really?" you tilted your head. "yeah." he nodded, his hand going to fidget with curls on the back of his neck that stuck out of his backwards cap.

"i, uh, need some help with some of the material, and, you know, you're so good-"

"oh, i'm not that-"

"nah, c'mon no need to be modest," there's that grin again, "i don't think i've ever seen you get a question wrong."

you huff, feeling embarrassed at the unexpected praise, "well, it's literature, so it's all interpretation, it's hard to be outright wrong."

"see, that answer just confirms it." he says.

you chuckle, finally giving in and accepting the compliment. "so..you want my help then?" he nods. he really prayed you would say yes because this was really his only plan on how to get to know you.

you mulled over it for a few seconds. then you nodded. "yeah, okay, let me give you my number and we can figure out the details later. i got another class in like-" you glanced back at the clock, "shit, 3 minutes."

you hastily ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook scribbled a number on it and left it on the table. "oh, and thanks for the quarter!" you yelled back (even though you didn't even get to use it) before booking it out of the cafeteria. guess he was right about you always being in a rush.

---

4:58 pm. 2 more minutes till you'd knock at his door. art did another once over of his room. now he wasn't exactly a messy guy but he had to admit his dorm had never been this clean before. actually maybe it was too clean...would you think that was weird? like would you think he was a neatfreak? girls probably weren't into that.

he began messing up his bedsheets just a little so it wouldnt look like he had just spent the past three hours obsessively cleaning every inch of his dorm. even though thats exactly what he did.

it was a pretty small room but you'd be surprised how long it can take to clean if you're doing a real deep clean. not to mention the pain in the ass that doing laundry in college was.

he did all of this because, keeping true to your word, you did make plans with him to help him out with some of the reading.

you : does 5pm on saturday work 4 u?? :-)

art : Yeah, I'm totally free!!

(in hindsight the two exclamation points were probably a bit much.)

just as he was about to check out his hair for the 5th time today, there was a knock on the door. he glanced at the little digital watch on his wrist. 5pm sharp. wow, you were punctual. was it weird that he found that hot?

art quickly brushes a few unruly curls that were sticking out of his backwards cap away with his fingers before moving to open the door.

---

"so, what's the exact stuff you're having trouble with?" you peered at him from his bed, which you were sitting on, which he was being very cool about.

you had asked him if it was okay to sit there after you had exchanged a few pleasantries and then chatted for about 10 minutes.

it was mostly about class at first, then turned into more personal topics. you asked him if he was on the tennis team, because of all the..well..tennis gear in his room.

he nodded and told you about his tennis scholarship. you chuckled and said you had never really watched any matches at stanford so far, but you'd like to see him play.

he really tried to not seem overly enthusiastic about that but he did tell you the exact time and date of his next match.

apparently, you thought the sport seemed "really impressive". ( i.e. you were impressed. i.e. you were impressed by him playing tennis. or that's at least how he heard it.)

then, after he found out you were an english major, which wasn't a surprise, you finally brought up the topic of studying.

he spun in his desk chair, to face you.

"just some of this..interpretive stuff...i feel like i never know what the professor wants to hear from me." he tapped the end of his pen against the book he was holding. "well.." you shifted into a cross-legged postion, you were wearing shorts and he was trying really hard not to stare at your legs.

"you probably shouldnt be thinking about that in the first place, you know, what the professor wants to hear? you should think about what you actually got from the book." he knew this was pretty standard advice but when you said it, it sounded like the most intelligent, world-changing thing he'd ever heard.

"riiight...what if i didnt get anything from it?" he smiled sheepishly, leaning his head on his hand. you scrunched up your nose and playfully rolled your eyes, "oh, come on, how can you read classic literature and not get anything from it? i don't believe that."

you scooted forward a little. a little closer to him. a nervous chuckle left his lips, his gaze swept back and forth between you and the book before settling on you.

truth be told, he was doing fine, at least grade-wise, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like he was striving to become an english professor, he mostly decided to take this class on a whim. but the part about struggling with interpretations was true, it just maybe wasn't necessarily a dire enough situation to require your help...

"well, maybe youre not asking yourself the right questions before you read." you hummed, gently tapping your finger against your leg. "can i see your notes?"

art panicked a bit at that. he wasn't sure why, but suddenly someone looking at his notes felt oddly intimate. you would be able to read the bits and parts of the book he regarded as important enough to jot down. what he liked. what he didn't like. perhaps it was a little intimate.

he tried to play it casual, though, and nodded as he handed you his english lit folder. his nerves only got worse the longer you took to read through them.

then suddenly, you smiled and nodded a little bit before looking up at him again. he prayed that you couldn't see the way his heart was trying to escape his ribcage right now.

"you know, you couldve just asked me out."

before his brain could even process that sentence, his mouth seemed to go into immediate action to splutter out some kind of denial in order to salvage this, "what? i- no, no, that's not- i mean, seriously why would-"

"i mean, i wouldn't have said no. like you didn't have to pretend to need my help. you clearly don't need it-" you gently tossed his folder back onto the desk. "-plus you're cute."

he didn't move for a good few seconds until he finally caught up to what had just happened.

now, this would've been the moment where he would've liked to be really cool and smooth in his response, but instead what happened was: "um..so then are we..like are you.."

in his defense you kind of caught him off guard. like completely. he had had a plan. how the study sessions would transition into friendship, and then maybe, hopefully at some point would transition into dating. he was a patient guy, really, and you had just skipped like...everything.

"are you free tomorrow?" you asked, as you stood up to grab your bag. wow, you were really taking the wheel at this point. and he discovered that he had shockingly little problem with that.

"uh, yeah, yeah i'm free..like all day." he did have training in the morning but he truly would skip it just this once if it came down to it.

"2pm?"

"sure."

"i'll text you?"

"okay."

"so..it's a date?"

you had stood up from the bed and were suddenly already on your way out. probably because you could tell he needed a minute.

"yeah, a date." he nodded with a (almost lovestruck) smile he hadn't even noticed had snuck its way unto his lips. you reciprocated with an equally excited grin, "cool."

before he knew it, the door had clicked shut, and he was alone again. he felt warm.

"cool."

[transgender-chiroptera]

OH YEAH HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!! QUEUE IS RESTOCKED FINALLY!!!!!

See him face and you are not dead today!! Good luck!!

[nattikay]

ear

The ears are definitely the part of the head that I've been dreading the most, because I've always struggled to make them work. I was never 100% satisfied with the ear results on past heads, so this time I'm trying a different method. It's based on TinnatuPaws's ear patterns, not actually printing and using any of them directly because I wanted that front border to have a slightly different shape, but taking the general method/idea. Took a couple hours to put together a working pattern because I only had a vague idea of what I was doing, and I guess the final look is pretty similar to TinnatuPaws's canine ear design anyways so perhaps it would've been easier to just use that one directly but w/e too late now. I think it turned out pretty alright, but of course the real test will come once I actually put fur on it.

These ears also probably look a tad on the large side for a standard housecat--that was intentional; I'm a bit worried about this head base being a bit too small compared to the other parts of the suit so I'm gonna try compensating by exaggerating the ears, head floof, and cheek floofs a bit. This base already has proportionally very large eyes so I think I can get away with it. Fingers crossed!

I did try on my previous head with the new body the other day to get a better idea of the size ratio and it looked alright, though while the base for my previous head is similar in size to this new one, I do think it might be sliiiiiightly larger overall, even accounting for the fact that it has fur and this one doesn't yet. Hopefully the difference won't be all that significant and I won't be walking around with a comically tiny head, but as with the ear method, the real test won't be till I actually fur it. So....we shall see.

[lokimobius]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for tagging me @elodiah <3

Posting a snippet of the next chapter of Only a Knock away in hopes that it somehow convinces me to finish it soon!

I'm currently in the "I'm going to edit what I have instead of writing the rest" phase even though I literally only have a few paragraphs to write. Send thoughts and prayers pls x

“I hope you don’t mind that I used some of your products.” Mobius gave him a lopsided smile and tilted his head, “What did I tell you?” Loki grinned in response, repeating the words along with Mobius, “The products are free.” They both chuckled, maintaining eye contact for a drawn out moment. Loki had always thought that Mobius was handsome, but seeing him close up, and for longer than a fleeting meeting in the hallway of their apartment building, he became aware of just how handsome Mobius truly was. His eyes were a striking, pure blue that twinkled when he smiled. Despite Loki interrupting Mobius’ day and taking up his time, he looked at him with nothing but kindness, it was rather disarming.

no pressure tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen  @silentxsymphony

@devilbearingtrouble   @boredintjqueen  @andthekitchensinkao3 

@dilfmobius  @distracteddream @ghoulehhh

[yukimomodivorce]

tamaki taught him

[cangrellesteponme]

i'm back from the dead. with bardlau!!

(loosely based on this thing i wrote a while ago)

[magnetictapebondage]

i need a werewolf to hook up with a werewolf something fierce

she invites me over to her place and we have a nice lunch and in the time after one flirty comment or another when i was refilling our waters i turn around and she's shifted, and she must have stripped too cause i didn’t hear any clothes shredding, she's just looking around the back of the couch at me on one side and her paws are hanging over the armrest on the other

she gestures me over and after i deposit the water on the table and my clothes on top of hers i oblige and lay down on top of her, snuggling into her fur and making some noises she finds cute before starting to purr as she wraps her arms and her tail around me. "hey," she asks a little while into the cuddle "i see you've already got that collar on, would you want to be my pet for a while, kitty?" (yes, absolutely, of course)

she picks me up to put me off to the side as she gets up, walking away with a backlong glance and a "psspspssps". i follow after her to her bedroom and see her lie down on her bed and invite me to come service her, and after a short pause of me spacing out and drooling at her sheath she rephrases it as an order, my eyes only briefly leave her sheath as i look up to nod before crawling onto the bed after her

now that i'm up close with her sheath it looks even softer, i pet it and it's so nice between my fingers and i can feel her dick through it, god i want it in my mouth so bad,, i start bending down to it and "wait." i obey her command, she takes a leash she must have gotten while i was distracted and clips it to my collar

her hand is still on my collar and i'm trembling and a bit out of it so she snaps me back my pulling me down towards her sheathe, already looking a bit bigger than before. i start nuzzling it savouring the feeling of her fur on my face as much as the praise she sends my way, eventually i feel her tip on my cheek accompanied by a smear of pre

i'm humping the air as i rush to get her tip into my mouth, i lick her pre up and then wrap my mouth around her tip and suck on it, all the while reaching and caressing anywhere i can reach, her tummy, her sides, her tail (now waging beneath me), her thighs, i move her cock further into my mouth, slipping my tongue back down under her sheath

her hand grabs my hair, making me moan around her, before she goes back to petting me while her cock keeps sliding out of her sheath and into my mouth getting licked and sucked all the while. she moans as it hits the back of my throat and i come up for air, only to immediately start drooling again as i see her soft knot in her sheath

she pulls me away from that beautiful sight with a tug on my leash, leading me to crawl further up, she lets me know where to by grabbing my hair and guiding my mouth to her breast, i gladly get started licking and sucking, drinking down her moans and her hand tightening in my hair, groping her other breast and playing with her nipples

she reaches across my back and down and pulls me into her and, woah holy shit her cock is at the perfect level for me to grind on while doing this, oh my god, i think i could do this forever. her cock feels so good to grind against, it’s really slick from earlier, or maybe that’s just me being wet, and she loves how I’m grinding against it or how I’m trembling or how I’m moaning through a mouth still busy licking and sucking ah her tit,

she’s holding me so tight now, one hand anchored to my head through my hair, the other down and across to my waist, pulling me flat against her belly and keeping my pussy exactly where in place so she can keep grinding back into me, after a stronger buck of her hips i could feel her knot rub against my pussy, and it was either fully out of her sheath or her sheath was too soaked for me to feel the fur

I’m doing the best that could be expected to remember to keep licking and sucking like she told me through my desperate grinding and trembling when she picks up my hips and moves them forward to line her tip up with my hole, she then holds there for long enough for a lick to my face and a “hey kitty” to get my attention and a “you ready?” (yes,please,,,yes,yes) after before sliding me down around her

her first thrust pauses pretty soon as i clench around it like I’m trying to keep it from ever leaving, she goes for a seccond thrust only after a good minute when my clenching lets up, this process repeats in that cadence with me trembling and moaning into the fur on her chest until she’s worked me down to her knot

once she manages to get my attention i pick my face up off of her fur and the damp spot I’ve left in it to look up at her. “be a good kitty and bounce on it for me, hmm?” (yy, yees mam,) i lean back and start riding her to the best of my abilities, after a half dozen false starts where i lose my tempo to clench around her and grind into her knot i find a steady rhythm, she tells me how good i am and uses the hands that haven’t left my hips since she first got inside me to help me bounce on her

not too long after (i’m not aware of the passage of time) she asks between thrusts “how do you feel about carrying my pups, kitty?” (yesyesyeSGODYES) just knowing that she’s close to coming and getting me pregnant gets me clenching hard again as i bounce at a frenzied pace, after another few bounces with her thrusting up into me she pulls me all the way down onto her knot, and just as soon as it’s popped gasp worthily into me it grows big enough to lock us together and keep in the cum that’s even now flooding my pussy

she doesn’t give me much time to moan out whatever gibberish i was attempting, before I’ve stopped cuming around her she leans forward and starts making out with me, her tongue filling my mouth with moans more desperate than could have been thought possible, before slipping it down my throat and getting me to clench around her and grind into her without any logic, as strongly and erratically as she’s ever gotten out of me

once i come down enough that i can notice where i am, i find that she’s carried me back with her to the couch and we’re still knotted and there’s a blanket over me

luckily someone refilled the water earlier so i get to quaff half a glass she offers to me before settling back against her to take one hell of a nap

[lucxien]

day 2: future after endgame

ike’s gettin older but soren still looks the same

[deepseaspriteblog]

Rose could either be a Psychic, Dark or Fairy type. Psychic/Dark is more obvious for her character but I wanna see a Fairy-type Rose.

I can vibe with that! Have some really quick mock up designs of a psychic type Rose (with a Gothitelle as her signature pokemon) and a fairy type Rose (with an Aromatisse). I might try and refine these designs later.

[yeyayeya]

I was scrolling through my abandoned drafts and found a Scáthach/Arthur fic that I started writing almost 6 months ago that I forgot about, and I surprisingly wrote quite a lot

I might have enough motivation to eventually finish it, but I ain’t exactly sure if I will

I might eventually post it, but don’t be surprised if I don’t actually finish

[void-chara]

FINALLY POSTING MORE OF THOSE VOTER FRAUD* BRIBES I AGREED TO!

cellbit for @spiderbit-yaoi !! ty elric for voting mapicc in the lifesteal god-president elections. he lost badly. but i still appreciate your support, here is your reward

*is it fraud if all votes are legitimate and just came from people who knew nothing about the candidates and otherwise would not have voted and were bribed to do so. voter bribery might be more accurate

[pagesofkenna]

coming up with such cool worldbuilding ideas that the reader/player will never get to know about. currently trying to figure out how to hide a planet

[eggwishing]

miau...