#I will art it up when you least expect it

[calmcoldevening]

Hey hon, just read your Art x virgin HC. Although I kinda wanted to pick your brain on reader x confused inexperienced Virgin! Art…

Virgin!Art the clown x reader

Tw: smut, nsfw

Note: it's short but I tried. Show this guy real pleasure, babe

• Art got used to the fact that his human body was capable of feeling cold or in rare cases needing food, although his demonic abilities still made him immortal. But some other physiological issues remained incomprehensible to him.

• Art doesn't know how or why he left you alive and relatively unharmed, but your presence seemed almost bearable to him. He is used to the fact that you are often around, that you cook for him and from time to time blow his brains out with your discontent, like why he left traces of blood on the floor in your bathroom again.

• But it was okay, really okay. Art got used to it after a couple of weeks, accepting it as his new reality. At least you didn't scream once again and didn't try to turn him over to the police (he knew perfectly well that some boys in blue wouldn't stop him in any way, but he didn't want to shine once again before his next loud bloody "show")

• But sometimes he wondered why your body was different from his own. He's seen you change clothes or walk around the house in just a towel or underwear a hundred times, and he's seen women's bodies under his knife a million more times. And it really occupied his brain. The difference was obvious.

• Art saw some guys flirting with you in a bar a few times, and it pissed him off. You tried to laugh it off and try to get away from the guys, but they kept trying to touch you (of course, Art personally strangled them later). But he was interested in touching you as well. It looked strange, new to him.

• The first time he saw you naked, you never thought it would do anything to him. After all, you knew that Art wasn't really human, so you didn't expect any obvious reaction.

• But one day you came home pretty drunk and climbed up to Art with hugs. It was just awkward hugs on the couch and sloppy kisses. You sat on his lap with your arms around his neck and smeared his face paint with your grinning lips, whispering words like 'my handsome'. Art didn't expect any sensations. He had been in this situation before, and then he realized how stupid people can be under the influence of alcohol. But it felt different with you. He felt a strange burning sensation in his body, and his pants became uncomfortably tight under your warm thighs.

• Then he did not focus on it and the feeling quickly passed. But it came back later, when you weren't drunk anymore. He could just admire you for a long time or follow some female victim, unknowingly imagining you in her place. It made him very hard. His rapid breathing and heartbeat were driving him crazy, although he had long realized that his heart was almost dead in this body.

• But Art, surprisingly, liked the feeling. And the feeling of your weight in his arms was damn tempting.

• Although Art often thought about it, he did not know at all what it was called and why people felt it. That's why you were the one who initiated the whole thing.

• One dark evening, the two of you watched some kind of bloody horror movie that Art especially likes. Although he frowned and condemned the unreality of the bloody scenes with gestures. It is dark outside and heavy rain is dripping, pounding on the windows with force. Your hand gently took his gloved hand, tracing the rough cold knuckles. At first, he does not notice your touch, but gradually your hand moves higher and higher, gently wrapping around his neck. In one deft movement, you straddled his knees, pulling him closer to you by the neck. There's a sly smile on your face. Art's eyes widen in surprise, but he can't deny the anticipation growing in his chest, even though he didn't quite understand what you wanted from him.

• You gently move your hips back and forth, feeling the growing warmth under your body. Art didn't know that feeling. He seemed to be detached from his own body at the moment, but he was warm and pleasant. A strange tingling sensation in his body began to bother him a little. Your hands gently traced the fabric of his suit, your fingers gently glided over his makeup, sloppily smearing black lipstick. Art's hands instinctively rested on your hips, gently squeezing your flesh.

• His body was moving on its own. The strange tingling and growing heat were driving his brain crazy. The warmth of your soft thighs didn't help his frantic thoughts at all. The movie almost became background noise, all Art was focused on right now was you and the feelings you caused him.

• Art let out a soundless moan, feeling himself pressing against your body and feeling an almost painful pressure. But he frowned slightly, pressing your hips harder against his knees, and rolled his eyes for a moment. There was a momentary pleasant sensation through his body, which made his heart beat with renewed vigor, and his breathing quickened. God, you made him feel so good. He had never felt anything like this. His pants instantly got wet, pulling a satisfied chuckle out of you.

• "So fast sweet pie? Why don't we try again? 'm sure you'll like it more."

[leona-hawthorne]

happy 1k!! may i please have latte art? ☕️🫶🏼

i’m a ravenclaw, fave class is probably charms with mattheo 💕 eeeek i’m so excited!!

thank you for requesting pookie, i love u sm 😚🤍 i loved writing this one, hope you like it 💌

1k celebration navigation latte art

ミ★ FEEL IT… mattheo riddle

You stumbled through the damp underbrush of the Forbidden Forest, mittens clutched in one hand, the other holding your wand to light the narrow path. You weren't expecting to run into anyone out here, especially this far from the castle—unlike you, most students didn’t seek solace in the quiet of the woods after sundown. That’s probably why you were surprised to spot a familiar dark-haired figure standing alone beneath a patch of moonlight, his wand raised as he muttered incantations under his breath.

Mattheo Riddle.

You’d seen him around—a Slytherin with a reputation for being brooding, intense, maybe even a little intimidating. But right now, he didn’t look intimidating. He looked… frustrated, wand aimed forward as though he was attempting something challenging. Curiosity got the better of you, and you stepped closer, careful not to make a sound. When he attempted the spell again, you caught a glimpse of silvery smoke swirling from the tip of his wand, a Patronus charm trying to form.

It flickered, then faded, leaving him scowling, muttering a curse under his breath.

Without thinking, you cleared your throat. “You’re close, you know. But you’re missing something.”

He startled, eyes flashing as he turned to face you before he sighed in exasperation.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm, though you could sense a flicker of embarrassment beneath it.

“Not much,” you replied, stepping closer despite the warning look he gave you. “I just thought I’d offer a suggestion. Charms is… kind of my thing.”

He scoffed. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “No, not really. But I do know that if you want to cast a Patronus, you’re going about it all wrong. You’re trying too hard. A Patronus requires more than technique—it’s about feeling. You have to immerse yourself in your happiest memory. Like, really feel it—imagine it in detail, every single sensation.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking half-amused, half-irritated. “What makes you think I have any happy memories?”

“Come on, you must have at least one,” you replied, stepping closer. Without waiting for permission, you reached out, gently adjusting his hand to tilt his wand up. The brush of his hand against yours was warm, steady, but you felt him tense under your touch. His gaze flickered to where your hands touched, and you could practically feel the shift in his breathing. He was trying to keep his cool, but you caught the way his shoulders squared, the faint flush in his cheeks.

He was looking at you now, something unreadable in his gaze, as if he was trying to figure you out. “This doesn’t feel like Charms class,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“It’s not,” you replied, holding his gaze with a playful smile. “But let’s pretend it is.”

He breathed in, then closed his eyes, his face softening as he focused. You watched as his fingers tightened around the wand, as if gathering his resolve, and then—suddenly—an enormous, shimmering silver lion erupted from the tip, prowling protectively around the two of you before disappearing into the trees.

For a moment, he stared at the place where the lion had been, a little awestruck. Then, slowly, he turned to look at you. 

“A lion?” you said, arching an eyebrow. “Interesting for a Slytherin.”

Mattheo chuckled, a warm sound that somehow felt as intense as the rest of him. “I guess there’s more to me than meets the eye.” He hesitated, glancing at your hand still resting on his. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you replied, stepping back to leave.

“Wait,” he called after you, his voice low, but with a surprising urgency. “What’s your name?”

You looked back over your shoulder, giving him a small smile as you replied, “Y/N.” And then, before he could ask anything else, you turned and disappeared into the shadows of the forest path, leaving Mattheo staring after you, utterly spellbound, his Patronus glowing softly in the moonlight as he watched you disappear.

[incomplete-ruler]

Paralive 5th Anniversary Art

Now that I've woken up I've finally gotten around to look at the vid for the 5th anniversary (even though I was awake when it premiered (I thought it was gonna be a full livestream okay?)). So I also decided to post my thoughts about it on here which is mostly: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(P.S. The screenshots I have may look quite shit since they were taken on my phone (on the highest quality but still))

1. GokuLuck

I just needed to take a screenshot with all of them because they all look so good. My personal favourites are Kenta and Shion of course (I also just realised that Kenta is wearing really baggy pants (or so it seems)).

Also Yuto/Hancho 👀

2. 1Nm8

I LOVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS AHHHHHHHHHHH. Rokuta's outfit is so cute (as always) and as expected Kei is giving futuristic Jesus (I still need to research the bible).

3. VISTY

MY ENBY CHILD AND MY SON/DAUGHTER EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY LOOK SO CUTE. Everyone here looks so good though (their colour scheme is everything).

4. AMPRULE (it's actually just Dongha)

MY DAUGHTERRRRRR AHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE LOOKS SO GOOD (AND CUTE). She almost looks like some sort of army general or smth (which does suit her).

I also included a cropped version of her full outfit here:

5. 悪漢奴等

I knew even before I saw this full image that Reo and Hokusai were gonna kill me. I thought that the official art where Hokusai had his arms exposed was bad enough...NOPE (can't wait to show my friends this image when I officially get them into paralive 'cause goddamn). Also MY SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON. HE LOOKS SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

6. cozmez

Needed to include my bitch Kanata first because he's so pretty (plus this photo is higher quality)

This is also peak trans masc fashion (now that I think about it I don't think I've seen them wear such baggy clothes before).

7. The Cat's Whiskers

And here's my main bitch Ryuu who always deserves to be in 4k (even though the quality is ass). I also wanted to get a close up of my son/future son-in-law Shiki but it didn't look as good as the full image (imo).

Now THIS is absolute perfection. My son/son-in-law looks amazing (so does the lighting). Even the rainbow in the bottom left corner is perfection...

Also Yohei you slu-

8. B△E

I just needed to put Anne first because goddamn they're beautiful.

I'm not even a bae stan but why do their outfits always look so good?? (At least most of the time imo)

I didn't include Buraikan because I didn't have much to say about them, but whoever made all these really outdid the anniversary art for this year. I'm definitely gonna save/look at some of the individual photos if I can find them later.

[gamesception]

It's more implicit than ever really spelled out directly, but I feel there's also an element where Barbara and Cassandra kind of represent and reflect each others' inadequacies back to them.

Babs has to watch this person go out every night doing what she used to do, what she loved to do, but that she can't do any more. At the same time, Babs built this new life and identity for herself as Oracle where she could be just as effective as she used to be - more effective even! - entirely through intelligence and technology and communication, organizing and directing Batman's army of sad children in a way Bruce himself never could. And she has all this pride around it, right? But deep down there's some level on which she's afraid that she's just compensating, that if she could be out there herself instead of behind the console she would be, that despite all the good she does and all the reach she has as Oracle it's still somehow less important.

And here's this girl, her replacement as Batgirl, more gifted at the physical part of the job than Babs ever was, existing as this implicit confirmation of all those doubts. Because not only is Cass out doing the physical stuff that Babs would have if she could, Cass shows seemingly no respect for the work Babs is still able to do.

All that stuff you can still do? All those gifts and talents for communication and technology you've honed? They mean so little that a girl who can make time for daily 10 hour martial arts training sessions can't spare even an hour a week to sit with you and try to learn her letters. Those letters, and by extension everything you do - everything you're able to do - don't actually matter. Just so much 'blah blah blah'.

And Barbara doesn't realize that Cass feels the same things in reverse. Her own feelings of inadequacy stemming from her own disabilities embodied in Barbara, Oracle, the lynch pin of the entire Bat organization. Arguably the most important and least replaceable person in the entire operation, despite being her disability making her mostly unable to do the physical part of the vigilante work, showing just how unimportant the only thing Cass has to contribute is.

A message reinforced whenever Cass tries to do detective work on her own, and inevitably slams into a brick wall the moment she has to read something.

A problem she runs into multiple times. With embarrassment and insecurity over her failure to live up to Babs' example and expectations forcing Cass to go to, well, anyone else.

Which is great for building what would eventually be a defining friendship with Stephanie, but it's also sad and tragic that Cass is too ashamed to go to Barbara over something as little as this at a time when she really really needed the advice and support of a mentor/surrogate parent who wasn't Bruce Wayne.

Babs messed up a lot in Batgirl (2000) but I constantly think about what it must've been like from her perspective. Being unable to connect with this girl who's wearing your costume, then bit by bit falling in love with her, but still failing to fully understand her and hurting her at every turn. What is it like to love someone who wants to die? How do you stop her without driving her away? What do you do when you call her stupid and do drive her away? Thinking about in #25 when Cass paralyses her, and how Babs has to hear her go, probably thinking it was the last time she'd ever see her. Batgirl (2000) Cass-Babs I miss you...

OUGH Cass and Babs is so much like you never asked for this... You never asked to care so much about this kid and there were so many ways that it was difficult to connect and yet despite everything she wormed her way right into your heart and you can't save her. You love her but it's not enough. You try and try and try and it is never enough she will always need something more than you can give her.

The Babs and Cass scene in batgirl 25 kills me. I think listening to Cass walk away to her death while being unable to stop her is the first time Barbara fully understood what Dick felt when he found out Jason had died. Only it's worse because not only is it family you care for dying in your old mantle, the legacy you created that started so positively ending in tragedy, but you are the sole adult figure in this girl's life trying to stop her from committing suicide. You are screaming and banging on the glass and trying to get her to accept that the guilt she carries is not something she deserves to die for, but she won't listen. She can't. And there's no one else to help you. Every other adult in her life either doesn't realise or is in denial about just how deeply unwell this child is. You are alone and you are responsible and despite your best desperate attempts she leaves anyway.

They make me feel so many emotions. Thank you for the ask!

[zephyrartz-owo]

Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons

[icecreampizzer]

i like to think that- in saving the phoenix at the end of KBOOM- roxana's hands suffered some pretty serious burns from willingly getting so close to the magma. i, too, have occasionally had a thought of prism and solaris meeting up, and those thoughts always eventually flow into solaris taking note of the scars and assuming that the phoenix caused them. which, admittedly, why should she imagine otherwise? when all she knows is the trail of fiery destruction they leave in their wake, and the familiarity of the burns on her own skin.

there's something there to me about solaris assuming she can have a kinship with another inventor, and prism... obviously having a slightly different take on the whole phoenix situation. both so similar and so different at the same time.

all this to say by the time you add john in there i think it would turn into public debate class💥

OUUH YES you reminded me that I Forgot to add that bullet point in the relationship thingy, but I didn't have enough space as it is...I'm very sure that their perspectives on Phoenix are a common cause of arguments between them, ranging from silly to maybe serious. All their lives changed by that one agent, in drastically different ways...

Solaris and Prism could probably still bond over a lot of things (inventing and all that Zoraxis Baggage:tm: maybe even fabby) but they're certainly stubborn about how they view Phoenix. Now I'm wondering if Prism could change Solaris's mind about them.. knowing her though it's better to not push it because I def think Solaris isn't the type to let go of grudges so easily.

Also I got inspired to do some doodles on the topic :thumbsup: Solaris's house is never gonna have a moment of peace for a long time *sitcom theme song plays. but bond style somehow*

[thepurpleglass]

No, I bet he’s projecting.

im pretty sure i met an irl disney villain at my job a few weeks ago.

[gjsxj0]

mindless rambling in tags don't mind me

[babygirlificationn]

Post this cat when they least expect it.

Close ups under the cut because im obsessed with him <3

Meowles Catworth, attorney at law <3

[cuteniaarts]

Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3

[variousqueerthings]

three just karate aikido-dropped three security guards and honestly id like to see some other doctors get into a fist fight occasionally, i wonder how they'd do

[fisheito]

If you want actually good BL reccs, I've been reading Cherry Magic recently and it's v sweet.

I also read this other one a while ago that was wholesome in a weird way: "My quiet best friend's just tongue-tied"

dude do u know what this ask feels like? like... me: *puts down the toxic high school BL midway through* *heavy sigh* *takes a swig of lavender lemonade* why tf all these yaois so damm .. i don't know. sigh. this is a young man's game. maybe i'm not fit for this no mores anon: hey so i heard u like wholesome and probably not teens *slides recs over* me: either i am unbelievably easy to read or you're just a seasoned BL sommelier. thank u dearly, anon

[phox-129]

That moment when you’ve just overcome your greatest fears and then you figure out your entire life is a lie and also get lava directly to the face

(Inspo/Refs: x x x x)

Painted for my art class with metallic watercolor and black light paint!

[kohakhearts]

ive been fleshing out my timeskip thoughts. this is all ive got. think recent college graduate and his fucked up little cat (who. goes to work with him)

bonus source of hehe ditto:

get it. like. tamago. time-ago. yeah. ok i’ll see myself out

[anonyanonymouse]

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[benveydraws]

putting these pages together for no particular reason