#I'm actually feeling really proud of myself for this

[kalzia13]

Ok so, I've not really drawn anything since I was a teenager, which was about 10 years ago now (gods time is weird), but I since finally getting tumblr and becoming obsessed with Double Hearted I picked up the courage to try again. Is it amazing? No. But am I actually proud of it? Surprisingly yes.

I was put down by art teachers in school and it has taken along time to feel aloud to call myself an artist when it comes to my mini sculptures, but drawing has felt off-limits still. I'm genuinely kinda terrified of sharing this but ultimately also want to thank @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi for not only creating something so beautiful and amazing but also for inspiring me to just try. So thanks x

[bktempted]

Fitting rooms. I can't remember when this became our little ritual, I just remember you mentioning you needed a new outfit. "Please, come" you said, grabbing my hand, dragging me through the mall, "I need a man’s opinion." You know, that first time I actually believed it was about clothes.

Now I know better. The fitting room is empty except for a distracted attendant arranging hangers at the end of the hall. You slip into the last stall — our stall — carrying the dress we picked out. I hear the familiar metallic song of rings against rod as the curtain closes.

Before long, right on cue, you call for me. "Babe?" Your voice is like honeyed silk. "I think I need help with the zipper."

We've done this so many times now, but my pulse still races like it's the very first. I glance at the attendant, still distracted, before joining you behind the curtain. As I step through, this room becomes our very own private theater - the mirror our audience, the muffled store music our soundtrack.

You're standing there in the dress, already zipped, your eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "Liar," I whisper against your ear, hands finding your waist.

"You should know that by now."

You lean back into me as I watch you in the reflection - the way your eyes flutter as I brush my lips against your neck, the slight parting of your mouth as my fingers trace patterns on your hips.

"We should really find a new hobby,” I say, but you know I don’t mean it. Actions speak louder than words and my hands are already beneath the hem of your dress - searching.

"But where's the fun in that?" You catch my hand, guiding it to the damp wetness between your thighs. Outside, hangers scrape against racks, footsteps pass, life goes on. But in here, time suspends itself, just for us.

"You know, there’s fun that doesn't get us kicked out of department stores." I whisper against your neck, feeling you shiver as my breath lays on your skin. My fingers pressing against your swollen clit.

"Says the man who followed me in here," you tease, lifting the dress up, giving me full access. "You're not exactly innocent."

"I was innocent." I bite back, bending you over suddenly with a forceful push, my free hand unbuckling my belt. You brace yourself, both hands pressed against the mirror. "Are you proud of what you turned me into?"

“I little bit!” you say with a yelp, a little too loud as I press my cock against your dripping slit. "Shh, baby," I whisper harshly against your ear, slowly sinking into you. "We don't want to cause a scene."

You clench around me, biting your lip to keep quiet as I start to move. Slow at first, savoring the tight heat of you, but quickly gaining momentum. The dull thud of my hips against your ass echoes softly in the confined space.

You push back against me, meeting each thrust with desperate need. Your knuckles turn white as you grip the edge of the mirror, anchoring yourself against the sensation. I can feel your walls fluttering around my cock as you near the edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you gasp as my hand clasps around your mouth to keep your voice down. "Don't stop."

With a choked cry, you shatter, shaking and spasming around me. The feel of your release pushes me over too, and I bury myself deep inside you as I cum, muffling my groan against your shoulder.

Some couples have candlelit dinners and moonlit walks. We have fluorescent lights and fitting room mirrors. And somehow, it's perfect. A little piece of paradise we’ve carved out for ourselves in this ordinary world, where the only audience that matters is our own reflection.

[yuurivoice]

Question time again!!

1.When you first started making your own characters content did you ever expect it to gain a fandom?

2. If budget was never a problem what would you see yourself making?(a game or publishing a book etc.)

3.What are looking forward to this year?

4.If you had a conversation with younger you what advice would you give yourself?

BONUS QUESTION!!

Something that makes you feel proud of yourself?

Ooooh, thank you for the questions!

I probably wouldn't have done it if I didn't at least have a hunch, but that's why Alphonse was very Guzma adjacent in terms of the voice and the bad boy vibes. It was a safe way to try it out and find an audience I knew would at least test the waters out with him. What I didn't expect was for it to lead to whole narratives being woven between multiple characters. I used to actively argue that no one (aside from Seth/Alphonse) were in the same "universe". Funny how that worked out.

I would make Love and Deepspace. I mean, it is essentially the end game for the whole audio/visual otome self insert etc etc genre, right? It has cracked the code. I would basically create that. I know there are a dozen other cool things I could do, but I know for a fact that it's a working business model in a space I am in, in a space I have successfully written for and achieved plenty in. I would like a slice of that pie. The rest is stuff I could do on my own time and dime. Anyway, any game devs looking to get to work, let's go. lol

I don't have a ton of big This Year plans, but I think I am most looking forward to operating with my new outlook regarding my projects. For years I had told myself everything needed to be done prior to release, and put all this pressure on myself to make these BIG things in one go......then didn't even start on them. It clearly wasn't working. Now that I've shifted my plans to just doing things as they come, stuff is happening again. Wish I would have realized that sooner.

I would tell myself that I have ADHD and need to go get treated ASAP by any means necessary. If I could have taken the training weights off a decade ago, I think I would have avoided a lot of grief, and really kickstarted my life. Other than that I don't think I would offer much else, I like how I got here. Or maybe invest in Bitcoin, but that's too easy. lmfao

As for being proud of myself, that's hard to say today. I've fallen off the wagon with my schedule, diet, gym, etc through the holidays and til now. I self imposed a "everything stops until BSDC is done" which is an actual insane thing to do, but I think it's more of an excuse to have remained static than an actual block. It has been built up to this whole big ass thing that I did not really intend for it to be at first, but then it just kept going and going. So I've kinda fucked up all the shit I was proud about through 2024.

Uh. So. I guess I'm proud of...self awareness? lol

I am proud of some of my recent work. That's something I'm proud of, but it doesn't quite compare to how proud I was about the other shit. At this point I know I can cook, the content is good, the performance is good. I'm used to being decent at that now, which is cool because growth is watching the new, shiny things you accomplish become the norm. So I've just gotta get back on track with all the rest of my shit and balance things out in my life.

[beef-brisket]

Angel smiled and lowered the camera: I'm glad you had a good time, Lu. And, I hope you feel a little more confident in yourself, babe! That's what this is all about, you know?

Snapping his fingers, Lucifer returned to his normal suit (he kept the boots and fishnets on, but no one needed to know that).

Lucifer: I... I think I do, actually. I didn't mind my ass in leather~.

Angel laughed: Me neither~.

Lucifer chuckled: So, uh... out of curiosity, where are these photos going, exactly?

Angel: Well, I have an old friend that's got a printing business, they used to be an old mob associate, but his real passion is photography! That's how I got hooked up with this sweet set up- he's offered to print and frame them for me for a good price! I paid with money, by the way.

Lucifer smiled at how proud Angel sounded. And he should be, he's done a great job, and Lucifer has an idea how hard it would be for a sinner to pay with actual cash over stealing or whoring themselves out.

Lucifer: That's great, Angel! I'm proud of you, and I'm sure Charlie would be to.

Angel: Aw, thanks, Lucifer. That means a lot. Really! They should be done by next week at the latest, and then we can either open them together or in the privacy of your own room.

Sharing a hug, Lucifer left the room so Angel could see to his next model. And judging by the excited screaming, it sounded like it was Vaggie and Charlie's turn.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile, he liked knowing that his daughter was having a good time. She deserved it.

-

Walking into the lobby, Lucifer's eyes locked on Adam. Who was unfortunately dressed in his normal clothes.

Adam: I'm just saying, the deer one would suit you.

Alastor: Of course you would... but it shows off... the buttocks.

Adam: It's a heart. A heart butt window.

Alastor: Adam. My deer. It has "fuck me" embroidered above it.

Adam: ...I fail to see the problem.

Lucifer: I feel like I should save one of you from this conversation.

Alastor: No need, your highness! I can save myself~.

Asam rolled his eyes as Alastor disappeared in a pool of shadow.

Adam: Dramatic bitch... so, how did yours go? Had fun?

Lucifer smiled: Uh- yeah, actually. It was good- hot under those lights- but good... what about you?

Adam blushed and looked away: Yeah, it was fine... not something I thought I'd ever do... but, when in Hell, I guess.

Pin Me (To Your Bed)

@beef-brisket

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone! 💖

-

Charlie was so excited to help Angel set up his idea, it was a great way to help people with their body image and self confidence.

Adam was leaning against the wall as he watched the photo shoot area be set up. Angel wanted everyone to do a pin up photo shoot for Valentine's Day to help their self-esteem and feel sexy.

Angel: Hey mister pouty pants, come help me with the outfits.

Adam sighed and made his way over, the clothing rack held many linguire outfits, short shorts, and leather pieces of clothing.

Adam: Angel, I've seen tissues bigger than this thing.

He held up what looked like a G string and Angel laughed.

Angel: Oh relax! And it's all in fun big guy, besides if you wore something sexy who's to say short, pale, and hunky won't be all over you.~

Adam flushed, he knew it was a bad idea to tell Angel about his feelings for Lucifer. But as long as the short King doesn't hear he guessed it was fine.

Adam: Shut up.

Speaking of Lucifer, he was just done hanging the lights when he floated down smiling at the pair.

Lucifer: Those are umm.... Interesting outfits Angel.

Angel: Aren't they?~ You're dressing up too aren't ya short King?

Lucifer coughed into his fist: W-Well, maybe. I have an image to maintain I can't wear anything too scandalous. You understand.

Adam tried and failed to not picture Lucifer only wearing that G string that would barely cover his dick.

Angel smirked: Oh yeah of course.~ I'll make it all very tasteful for everyone, all within a comfort zone they like. But how about you show a little skin? Like right here.~

He pointed to his stomach area and Lucifer felt warm, he looked at Adam who was looking at him maybe zoned out. Would he like that?

Lucifer: Y-yeah I guess that's fine.

[sparxyv]

taking a moment to appreciate our gorgeous girls imelda and natty ❤️💚🦁🐍 (and taking a moment to appreciate this lineart.. even I'M impressed..)

standalone lineart ver. under the cut! 🎨

[khaire-traveler]

There's this interesting thing that happens where someone will support people blocking other people for mental wellness, but then when it happens to them (as in they're being blocked), it's no longer ok. I think some things people need to reflect on are:

1. Why is it no longer ok when it happens to you?

2. Does someone else's view of you need to alter or change your view of yourself?

3. If yes to 2, why?

4. Why is your support conditional only when it involves you directly?

None of what I'm saying implies that people who act this way are truly "at fault" for anything; it's just something to think about when you support a concept only to reject it when that concept applies to you.

[iraprince]

Hiii, i love your stuff and kinda from a distance really look up at you for, in my perception, being able to express yourself without giving a fuck. Thats sick dude, Im so so afraid, of absolutely everything, its nice to think like i might grow into someone less apologetic of my existence. Nice to see people just being yknow

hey, thank you, this is really really nice. the secret that is probably not a secret is that i am also deeply afraid a lot of the time lmao -- but less than i used to be, and in ways that feel less stifling and self-suffocating, if that makes sense.

like, it used to be "i'm scared that if i express myself the way i want to, everyone will find me obnoxious, so let's just sand those edges down to be safe" -- now my fears are more like "now that i'm expressing myself in a way that feels natural and real, i'm afraid that it's all stupid/vapid/not worthwhile or meaningful" (<- specifically abt my art) or "i'm happy that i talk and act the way i want to now, but what if it makes me impossible to befriend," etc etc etc. which still feels bad and puts me in a funk a lot of the time but at least it's a fear that comes After/in reaction to doing stuff, rather than a fear that STOPS me from doing stuff, you know? like, it's evolved into a kind of fear that's less in my way.

anyway. i believe you'll experience something like this, because wanting to grow is the first step of growing. the fact that u hope or wish for something different means you're already on your way. to fewer fucks!! or at least distributing the fucks u give in a way that serves u better

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[horsemeatluvr23]

mumbo jumbo !!!! with felt tip pen n fineliner :3 i liked this drawing too much to attempt drawing hands.. did not want to tempt fate and ruin it so he is handless

[moe-broey]

Fellas can you take this somewhere else. Maybe. Just not in the fucking halls. Thanks 🫡

I couldn't resist drawing out these tags I wrote on a dif post LMFAO

Moe just has...... SO many problems.......

Close-ups of my fave shots!

The elusive Líf...

[tirfpikachu]

tfw i have $948cad and rent is $980 AND MY PLACE IS A WRECK

[rolandkaros]

WTA 9 - 12 AS LYRICS FROM SONGS I HAVE SAVED [1 - 4] [5 - 8] [INSP]

MARIA SAKKARI [GRE] -> GAVE YOU EVERYTHING [THE INTERRUPTERS] JEĻENA OSTAPENKO [LAT] -> SO WHAT [P!NK] KAROLÍNA MUCHOVÁ [CZE] -> A BEGINNING SONG [THE DECEMBERISTS] DARIA KASATKINA [RUS] -> LIGHT MY LOVE [GRETA VAN FLEET]

[mibkid]

To cure ocd you basically have to accept the unknown, but in very... radical ways.

My brain: Because of this, this other thing will happen!!!!

Me: huh, ok, i guess it will?

This is my constant mood toward my intrusive thoughts when i am able to(altho it is not about me dying; think figuratively IT'S THE MOOD AND APPROACH OK):

Me rocking up to my future:

Important: the ocd is in the casket not me.

The point is, the future is unknown.

Arguing with myself about if things will happen/happened or not or anything similar is pointless, that's how you get stuck.

While i myself am aware that the chances are low, no matter which form my the intrusive thoughts shows up in, my ocd still uses whatever i obsess over and it's still distressing, of course it is!

Life with ocd is not an easy feat, but i believe that i and so many others like me will be able to find a point in their life where these thoughts are nothing more than that, thoughts. And we will be able to accept uncertainty in any form it comes in. Hopefully.

But unfortunately I will have to work hard to get there and here. And i think this is a step to doing that. No matter how "radical" it might seem to people who don't have ocd. The mood and blassé way of just going "Yeah i guess so!" or "Maybe, ok?" in that same way of the meme is a component to not letting your ocd be your guide in life.

I wish a happy recovery to those who are working on your ocd and to those who haven't started yet: i know you can get through this; you are all very strong people, and i see what you're going through, you aren't alone and i believe in you.

That's all

[misty-wisp]

omg a sona ref :3c

soooo i drew this design WAYYYY back in like...october i think? but never made a proper ref sheet out of it bc i didn't feel like it yet. but now i feel like it so here she iiiis :] witchsty my friend witchsty

i'll be real it's not up to standards with my oc refs (minimal shading, more simplistic graphic design than usual, etc.) but like. it works. so idrc that much :P

[batfamfucker]

Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.

Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.