#I'm done I swear

[kingslionheart]

uhtred allowing alfred to sleep (1x07/3x09)

[crossrole-undertaleau]

MY WALL OF ART (help I am almost out of room)

Lol this is only some of my favorite art (more recent stuff is on the side with the stay determined poster I made)

[rhythm-of-space]

💕 sleep well my sweet prince 💕

[qiinamii]

new guy in the Express

bonus:

adding more to the whimsy

[dumpster2001]

Dr Phosphorus

[rainyfey]

"Kinda looks like an ocean."

Oh no the brain worms... they held me at gunpoint and demanded i draw these two again!!

More fanart of chapter 8 of imthepunchlord's A Mothman to a Light. 💖

Above is the final ✨️cutesy overlays version✨️ and below the cut is the original colors which cracked me up because i think they look way more ominous XD

[artsarasp]

I will not make another joke about the meeting table because if I do so, I will give yqy a Pavlovian response to that table.

[hyperfixozone]

CAN I DRAW HER PLEASE

Me and her can play Aminal Crossing...

NEW, UNNAMED, OC TIME

She's Dave's lesbian best friend (and third wheel to he and Rupert FJELKSGB), works as a security guard with him, oh, and she has 1,000+ hours on Animal Crossing.

[fawningbruises]

To see their light, reflected in your eyes.

[hajihiko]

Strange halo

[tsuyalovebot]

xia yi zhou / caleb x reader.

cw. untitled drabble (>500 words, one sitting — ignore any typos). sexually explicit content, mdni / ageless blogs dni. mc=reader. i'm still writing a long caleb piece, so please be patient with me. (_ _ ||| )

a part of my brain matter was taken away when i incorporated the position change of doggy -> prone bone in you're a catch 22.

genuinely. i think caleb hitting it from the back is a primal need that scratches the underside of one's brain so well. it's the pent-up nature of it, and the lack of tact that makes it so primal.

but the big, sentimental idiot who's spent the better part of his life craving your existence also loves intercourse in positions where he can see you. that physical connection and proximity is what cements that closeness to you. he grounds himself in the fact that your bodily warmth is proof of this all being real.

this man has you in a lotus position on evenings when he's craving you, his hands on your waist as he's whispering "i love you"s against your neck. more often than not, he has to leave bright and early the next day, so he makes sure to get his fill of you — not that you mind.

missionary is spent having staring contests where you inevitably tap out, hitting at his arms and back when he stifles his laughter against your collarbone because the one time he wins a staring contest is when he's balls deep inside of you.

he will never let you have peace when you're riding him, demanding you to keep those eyes on him otherwise he'll make you finish on your own while he touches himself in front of you.

all in all, this man is versatile.

you're marveling at your flexibility one day, eyeing the arch in your back when you mimic it in the mirror. there was nothing else behind the gesture, simply testing the bounds of your experience. maybe there were some perks to getting folded and kneaded like pretzel dough on the nightly.

so engrossed in your little experiment, you hadn't noticed caleb in the bathroom doorframe watching you, amused. you greet him when he slides into the space behind you, rubbing his tousled hair as he drapes himself over your body.

"mornin' to you too. need some help?"

you shake your head, explain your situation as his arms snake around you, his palms playing with his shirt that you wore. there's a subtle sway to how he hugs you close, his lips comfortably pressed to your hair. his eyes still hazy with slumber that lingers at the crinkled edges, a smile on his mouth.

"told you spending time together has its perks. and, y'know," he starts, mischief creeping into his tone. "we never tried it in front of a mirror before."

he's kissing along your shoulder before you can reply, and his fingers squeeze between your thighs so easily that you can't argue about it being too early either.

versatile — but you will never know peace after the first time he worships you like a deity, all the while pressing you into the sheets to keep you grounded with a mere mortal like him.

[dejasquietplace]

philautia

[crypticscarecrow]

[kagamikoi]

"You are a mystery, Ezio Auditore"

[chalkrub]

putting my response to the palette challenge from oc-tober on da main blog because it accidentally became a full illustration. whoops. but this palette is like a brother to me and it fit mendel so well...what was i to do

[tzarrz]

This came to me in a dream - PART 2