#PROUD OF MYSELF NGL

[mellybabbles]

I'm not supposed to lose

Y'all, not even gonna lie, I cooked with this one. This shit came out FIRE (pun intended) Some end scene Bill Cipher art

[silverskye13]

I wrote 300 words today! It's the most I've written in one sitting in weeks! It may be nothing to the average word count of my chapters but even raindrops cause floods! Go little words go!

[ellishyde]

guess what

oc ref spam, cuz i got so much done before artfight

watch me like, NEVER draw them again (i wish i was the kind of artist who drew nothing but ocs, but oh well. a slave to art trades.)

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

just ate my first full meal in like five days and oh my god<3

[gulabiprincess]

The fact that I haven’t relapsed yet just goes to show how strong I really am

[kudzucataclysm]

love how alien hair just got poofier over the past year jfhfhf

[touch-starved-lurker]

sometimes you really gotta just stare off into the distance and tell yourself no, i am not going to make myself feel worse on purpose.

[mourky]

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[yuyulie]

follower gift set ✰✰✰

This took me so long to put together but I finally finished it 😭 thanks to everyone who participated in the pinterest board/sending me their inspo pics, I know I said I would only make a few things but I ended making a lot LOL, still there were some things that I tried do but were too hard or didn't work in game so maybe next time 🤞🏽 but fr THANKS EVERYONE for 2,100+ followers 😭🙏🏽🙏🏽 , I really appreciate the love everyone has shown me on here in the last few months 💕💕😙 Hope yall enjoy ✨(Pls let me know if there's any issues!)

✰ new meshes ✰ all LODS ✰ all under 10k polys ✰ disabled for random **the bag/purse can be found on the hat section.

✰ Download ✰ (alt) ✰

[murmurmurl]

I'm back on my bullshit I guess

that redraw I was talking about.. previous versions under the cut

I like how it's less stiff now

[c-hrona]

Chapter 1: Back From The Dead

Part 1

Happy Wolfwood Wednesday with this little surprise. Here the first three pages of the new chapter of my Trigun post-canon doushinji Don't Miss Me.

CHAPTER 0

CHAPTER 1: Part 1

CHAPTER 1: Part 2

On my Ko-fi I'll start soon to show little wips of the new chapter, as well as little bonuses!

Thank you to all the people that supported me!!!!

[cocogum]

I don't know what possessed me to color one of Wakfu's fanart pages, and yet here we are.

For more context to this particular page, this was a fanart made by Ancestral Z that Ankama placed in their Quest for the Six Eliatrope Dofus volume 1's fanart section.

This is genuinely such a clever idea to make: mixing Wakfu with Dofus by putting our iconic wakfu idiots in the dofus manga style 💕💕 No wonder Ankama took notice of the art: it made perfect sense! The fanart can be seen in the first volume, specifically on page 217.

Full process of the coloring under the cut

[mooninagust]

embarrassing speed I know but listen... I didn't think I'd make it to the 2km mark...

ok I'm gonna try and go for a run first time since 2020 🧍🏻‍♀️ wish me luck yall

[misspoetree]

[20/24]

❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄

[honestlyitsjustsam]

this is your reminder to kiss your pet on the nose rn

[mi-i-zori]

Think and Forget

CoD - Ghost x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS : You never stop thinking about your Lieutenant - until he makes you.

WARNINGS : NSFW - 18+. Smut (with a little bit of context, but barely). MDNI.

Author’s Note : I wanted to practice writing smut without thinking about it too much. I intended it to be longer, but I’ve been stuck on it for more than a week now, so I’ve decided to be done with it. Next time will be better, but I still kinda like this. Hope you do too !

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

Main Masterlist

There is something about him that you never manage to fully figure out.

No matter how hard you try, his eyes remain unreadable. The library of his thoughts is constantly locked, and nobody knows where he hid the key - or if he still has it at all. Your efforts to take a peek through the keyhole have yet to bear any fruit ; a veil of darkness has fallen over his soul, obscuring your view whenever you hold his gaze for too long. Still, you don’t want to give up on deciphering his heart. So you keep on trying, poking at the steel lining his defenses. Many have lost more than a finger in the process of doing so, yet you refuse to let that thought scare you away from him. His very presence is too magnetising for you to ignore.

Curiosity killed the cat, many people like to say, obscuring the second part of the idiom. Changing its whole meaning. You, however, refuse to forget about it, aiming for the satisfaction said to have brought the feline back.

So you try to be as subtle as possible when you let your eyes and thoughts runs over his silhouette during training, analysing his every movement. You pretend to focus on his words whenever he supervises your own exercises, hoping to see an ounce of his mind behind the cold, distant aura he is so intent on maintaining around others. You keep wondering if you will ever be able to see a glimpse of who he really is ; learn about the man standing behind the wall.

You do, sometimes. These moments, however, always take place when he renders you unable to think.

Whenever his hands roam your skin, gripping every curve they fall upon with a desperation you have yet to understand, you find yourself surprised by his tenderness. His fingers seem to reach for your very soul, calluses molding both flesh and bone. Your heart synchronises with his as he holds you to his chest, exploring the expanse of your back all over again. His breath on your shoulder leaves a delicate ache in its wake, and you sometimes wonder how the chills running down your spine keep getting sweeter each time.

Under the light of day, he is nothing more than a machine. A tool made for destruction, cursed with a coldness that never seems to leave him even for a second. Sharp words echo in the minds surrounding him, and icy eyes carve incandescent holes in everything they touch behind the fabric covering his face.

Yet the abyss of his voice softens when the moon rises, highlighting aspects of his soul even he thought ceased to exist eons ago ; a reality he unveils only in front of you.

His touch leaves vicious burns on your skin. He coaxes you to bury your head in the crook of his neck, driking up every trembling breath dripping through your lips as his hands run down your back. A soft grunt echoes in your ear as your teeth sink into his shoulder. A shiver runs down your back, following his fingers as they find your core with ease, and he savours the taste of the whimper you let out the second they enter you.

- Easy, luv’, he says as you instinctively clench around him, the deep rumbling of his voice sending waves of ecstasy straight to your core.

Once again, Lieutenant Riley is impossible to read. Even as you both become one, trembling limbs and erratic breaths intertwined, the only thing you see behind his eyes is an indecipherable storm. A mayhem that seems to be engraved in his very bones, tainting him from the inside out.

- You like bein’ good to me, eh ? Lettin’ me take care of ya ?

You can only nod against his shoulder. Your chest collides with his as you bounce steadily on his length, his hands digging into your thighs to support your effort. He keeps whispering praises into your ear ; low grunts sometimes interrupt his words as you drag your nails down his back and arms, admiring the red streaks they leave on his skin.

Your legs tighten around his waist, allowing your hips to apply even more pressure against his. They roll over and over, dragging both moans and whimpers out of your throat, grunts out of his. His hand suddenly staples itself to the back of your neck - and your eyes flutter as he draws your head back, diving into the curve of your neck to suck violet bruises on your skin.

Mark you as his.

- Such a good pet fo’ me, he mumbles, kissing your pulse.

An animalistic heat is taking over his voice as he plunges his teeth into your collarbone. Pain shoots up your neck and shoulder, raining down the muscles of your arm.

His name is lost in your scream. Pleasure clouds your mind and vision, obscuring the many questions you still had about him right before nightfall. You let him drop you on the bed, once again sealing your hips together before abruptly rutting into you, reaching a well-known, sacred place only he can seem to find. Electricity courses through your core, causing your legs to jerk as they lock behind his back - drawing him even closer to your form. He relishes in the feeling, head dropping to his chest with a low growl.

The sight of him towering over you, broad shoulders heaving and sweat running down the sturdy valley of his chest, causes you to choke on a strangled moan.

His ravaged hand finds leverage on the headboard. The polished wood slams into the wall, following the frantic rhythm of his body slamming into yours. Your teeth tear your lips as you try to bite on a trembling cry, and your Lieutenant leans towards you, his breath ghosting your face through the fabric of his mask. Dark eyes lock onto yours, boring holes into your soul as his fingers keep working harshly on your clit.

- Cum fo’ me.

And as always, these words are enough to send you over the edge.