#augh… this is good enough I think maybe

[st-highwind]

Hi folks, I know I’m quite late, but here’s a doodle for day 1 of ffiv week 2024!

I went off the prompt “Taste of Freedom”, and drew (rather shabbily) Cecil and Rosa’s reunion in the Tower of Zot— Rosa freed from her physical imprisonment, seeing Cecil freed from his dark sword.

[beatcroc]

hey mecha, whats up with mecha knuckles?

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[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[skrunksthatwunk]

just finished s2 of kaiji and it was good i really liked it but i hope i never see that fuckass pachinko machine again!!!

[impossible-rat-babies]

maybe it’s just 6am talking, but I’m trying to puzzle out in my head why ShB still grabs me so much compared to DT when they both have themes that are adjacent and are interesting to me

[planetamarte]

thinking about voices. kind of sad. i don't think i like amy's current va that much

[mars-ipan]

genuinely i don’t know how someone could meet a kid and decide children are horrid monsters actually. kids are so good

[its-no-biggie]

been thinking about..... those dramatic otp tags some blogs have.......

[autism-corner]

guy has discovered looking at houses...

[sampos-catgirl]

it's 1 am and you didn't hear this from me but i think mi.hawk is very very pretty and i would not mind if he kissed me

[real-life-cloud]

hhhhh.

[sanchoyo]

ik i said i wanted to do at least 2-3 personal solo zines this year aside from the one i already put out but im having such a hard time deciding on a topic?? 'random art zine' or 'sketchbook zine' feel too random kadhfkj. and the only thing ive been MEGA into lately have been my own ocs but making a zine with them would feel weird..also very niche lmao

[inksandpensblog]

YES YES YES

Also love the hair it looks like a waterfall of blood. Good stuff.

TDL about touch, a short comic

i thought about what does touch mean to Dark and remembered that the few times we've seen dark being touches are both by TCO The first time to make the truce in ava3, the second time in ava5 as a betrayal.

Imagine how painful it must be? Maybe my thought wandered too far away, but what if touch means the world to Dark? Because of Chosen and the touch of alliance. Imagine Dark being actually very touchy and expressive, skin-to-skin contact meaning comfort and safety? Care? Through Dark of this perspective, imagine those seven years. I'm not even implying romantic/sexual chodarks. Just, chodarks. Platonic of friends, doesn't matter.

The comic features my special designs for AVA3:

White is dominant and suppressive of Dark's crimson to show Alan's dominance over them, wristbands and the choker are to show control. Also, white is sterile and clean, stripped of any personality. They both are tools in here. Purple is generally Alan's color. TDL's eye - code influence. White crown - the Lord but of Alan. Another design of Dark has crown in it, but a different one.

Also a textless version:

[darnell-la]

Hi there 👋 I absolutely love your writing!

Can I request an innocent reader who loses her virginity to Logan. She genuinely is innocent though and doesn’t know what to do but is excited to try anyway. Maybe she does a few things kinda “wrong” so Logan gently guides her and walks her through everything 👉👈

note: Logan being sweet and dom — one of the best things ever.

———

“You’re a bit excited,” Logan said as y/n roughly pulled the man’s pants down. “Just wanna taste,” Y/n said with a small whine in her tone. She knew before the night started that she finally wanted Logan, but after a few shots, she couldn't hide how much she wanted him.

“Well, ain’t that sweet — Never knew you’d be this desperate for me, Bub,” Logan chuckled as y/n slowly traced her hand across his cock that peaked through his boxers.

“Take your time, baby. Feels good already,” Logan whispered as he watched y/n’s eyes grow. She was focused on his manhood. She never thought he’d be this huge. She never even thought she’d see him like this.

Y/n slowly pulled Logan’s cock out of his boxers, showing her his full size. The veins that ran through his shaft, had her cunt throb.

“Look good?” Logan asked, watching the way y/n’s mouth watered. “Y-Yes,” Y/n stuttered as she looked at him all over. She cussed at herself for not seeing Logan sooner.

“C’mon, princess — Taste me,” Logan whispered again as he pulsed around her hand. Y/n took her time, taking a long deep breath before she stuck her tongue out. Logan was confused, but let y/n do whatever it was she wanted to do.

Logan slightly twitched as soon as y/n’s tongue touched his tip. The young girl swirled her tongue around him, tasting pre-cum that leaked from his cock.

“That’s it, baby — Per it in your mouth,” Logan spoke. Y/n nodded before she softly wrapped her mouth around his tip. She was so gentle to the point Logan could barely feel you.

“C’mon, Bub — Take it,” Logan tried getting her to do more, but all she did was swirl her tongue around his cock, thinking that would be enough to push him over the edge.

“Hey, hey, wait,” Logan said as he pulled out of y/n’s mouth. “What? Did I do something wrong?” Y/n asked, making Logan chuckle as he rubbed the young lady's cheek.

“No, Bub — Just need you to stop being gentle. I wanna fuck your throat,” Logan said as he looked directly into y/n’s eyes. His were dark. “O-Okay — I just don’t know how to do that,” y/n said, making Logan laugh. “Baby, you don’t do anything. I do everything. You just sit there, look up at me, while I face fuck you,”

Y/n took a big gulp before she opened her mouth, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to do to her. She trusted that anything he’d do, she’d love.

“There you go,” Logan groaned as he slipped past y/n’s lips. “Augh,” y/n gagged as she placed her hands on Logan’s hips to ouch back. “Nah uh,” Logan grabbed a hand full of y/n’s hair before he pulled her down on his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it — Gag on it,” Logan grunted as he slipped further past y/n’s lips. Y/n’s eyes began to water just like her cunt began to soak. The way Logan took over made y/n want this more often.

“Always knew you’d feel this good, y/n. Just look at you. Eyes unfocused and runny — Might have to use this pretty little mouth more often,”

Y/n moaned on Logan’s cock as she nodded her head, causing a vibration to run through his cock. Logan slightly growled at the feeling.

“Gonna take it all? Gonna let me drain it all in you?” Logan grunted as his hips bucked faster, barely allowing y/n to nod her head. “Ah huh,”

In seconds, Logan spilled in her mouth, coating her throat with a loud moan. The man’s knees bucked, and his abs flexed. He hasn’t shot a load like this in so long.

“Keep it in your mouth for a little before I eating you out — Can smell that cunt from miles away,”

[n109hunter]

Snippet Sunday - "cat nap"

pairing: sylus x mc word count: 1,043 summary: Still settling into the comfort of this new relationship, a certain kitten seeks a nice warm spot to nap when a rain storm comes rolling in. tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship, early relationship, "wip" (see authors note), a/n: A wip of mine I started back at the start of October that, woefully, I kind of forgot where I was going with it. Well, I know where, but I forgot the specifics and it's making me smad. 😔 However! As it is right now, I think it's a fine, "fade-to-black" fluffy little one-shot. I intend to come back and finish it eventually, once I can herd those thoughts back, but for now I think it's good enough to share.

It was three in the afternoon in the N109 zone, which meant almost nothing at all under its perpetual darkness - except that Sylus was sleeping. 

Since they’d more or less ‘officially’ started dating, (and admittedly, before that too), she had gotten used to spending her free time around the Onychinus base - at least, as much as she could without raising too many suspicions. Maneuvering around each other's work and sleep schedules could get a little lonesome at times, but she did take a pleasant contentment in simply being near him. 

He’d said before he slept easier when she was around, and while it was perhaps a bit of a strange dynamic, she took pride in the thought she might offer him some peace of mind - that she could protect him when he was ‘at his most vulnerable’, as the twins had told her once.

…Lied, actually, but sentiments were sentiments. 

“Here comes the rain.” Kieran said with a tired sigh, looking out the window as he played his number card. 

Luke tsk'ed at the play, and put down an assist card. “Thought we’d get through the day without it.” 

From where she sat on the sofa across the room from them, she tilted her head back to glance at the window behind her. A few raindrops quietly began to pelt the reinforced, one-way glass, heralding the coming ‘will it or won’t it’ storm that had been hanging heavy over the N109 zone all day. She blinked slowly, eyes feeling slightly heavy.

She felt so at ease and content, it wasn’t that she was tired exactly, but curling up under some blankets just sounded so good. Sometimes she begrudgingly had to acknowledge maybe Sylus was right all along, maybe she was a kitten. One who wanted nothing more right now than to go crawl in a warm bed next to her favorite person for a little cat nap on a rainy afternoon. 

Dog earring her page she set her book down and climbed up from where she’d been sitting overlong, stretching her arms high above her head.

“I’m gonna go take a nap,” she said, making her way across the room, “don’t get carried away when you lose, Luke.”

“Hey! I’m still in the lead!” 

“Not anymore, you aren’t!” Kieran laughed, slapping down another card, soon followed by Luke’s frustrated groaning. 

Now, she didn’t particularly want to disturb Sylus’s sleep, but she didn’t think he’d mind if she just… crawled into bed with him, right? She would be oh-so-quiet, and felt like she could comfortably doze off with ease. 

Smiling to herself she recalled the multitude of times she’d snuck into this room before. Not terribly long ago, but how different those days had been. Back then she’d been appalled by him, now here she was eager to tuck herself against him and listen to the sound of his breathing and the distant rain as she fell asleep. 

Practically tip-toeing over to his bedside, she tried not to indulge herself in watching him sleep too much, lest he ‘sense eyes on him’ and wake abruptly. Augh but how couldn’t she? He was so impossibly handsome, and honestly pretty adorable when he was sleeping. The soft curl of his eyelashes against his cheeks, his slightly parted lips… No, no, she just needed to climb in and join him.

Though come to think of it… Just crawling into bed was quite possibly a risk, too, wasn’t it? 

Eh, she knew what she was getting into. Worst case scenario she’d be suspended in the air by his evol for a few seconds, and she was well accustomed to that by now. 

Steadying her breathing she gently lifted the covers and started inching her way onto the bed beneath them. And then stopped short, slowly looking up to see a pair of sleepy red eyes looking straight at her. Funny -and somehow comforting- how she was beginning to be able to simply sense the weight of his gaze when it was on her. 

Biting her lip briefly and feigning her best ‘oopsy’ expression, she lifted a finger to her mouth: “Shh.” and scooted closer. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was sleepy, words slurring slightly together, but there was no dissatisfaction in his tone, instead it was filled with warm amusement.

“Don’t wake up.” She told him, unable to restrain the big smile on her face as she started making herself comfy. “I wanna take a nap with you.”

‘Obedient’ was not a word she would ever use to describe Sylus, but nevertheless he… rather obediently stretched his arm out for her to lay her head on.

“Isn’t it a bit early for you to be sleeping?” He yawned, snaking his other arm around her waist and pulling her in closer to him. Her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver ran through her, but then she happily eased against him, letting her arm slide around him in turn.

“It’s a nap- shh, listen.” Curling her other arm up between them she tapped her finger against his mouth to shush him. He gave a small mumble in the back of his throat, but otherwise fell quiet. The sound of rain against his window filled in the silence, joined by an occasional rumble of distant thunder. 

“Mm, it’s raining.” He said matter-of-factly, as if unsure if there was some meaning behind her pointing it out. He brought his hand up to wrap around hers, thumb brushing over her outstretched finger to fold it into a fist as he kissed her knuckles. “I didn’t think you were scared of the thunder, kitten.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, but her breath caught in her lungs at that impossibly sweet gesture. 

“I just felt… like the atmosphere was perfect to come take a nap with you.”

“The atmosphere will always be perfect for that no matter what.”

Laughing softly, she wiggled herself a little closer, knees bumping his. “Shh, go back to sleep, I didn’t come here to bother you.” 

“Mmm,” he hummed and closed his eyes again. “You couldn’t anyway.” Tilting his head down, his forehead softly pressed against hers, and one of his legs snaked over hers pulling it between his knees. “Besides, I’m not tired anymore.”

[wisteriasymphony]

dont leave this stuff in the tags girl

are there sentimonster emilie fics?

(there's 2k emilie fics and I'm going through the tag, feel free to send any my way if there are!)

assuming we go with the public lie of she disappeared rather than died.

gabriel and nathalie taking their grief and anger and whatever unnamed attractions and feelings they had toward each other to make emilie again. not their child, obviously, but the amalgamation of the love they both had for her.

(though, one can't deny the themes of it.)

they're reluctant at first--for gabriel, controlling a sentimonster has brief satisfaction. most times, he knows through correcting adrien's behavior, it's more hassle than it's worth. the steps of it: argue, give them a chance to correct themselves, control. sometimes, it's straight to step 3. for nathalie, it's a host of issues: confronting her feelings towards adrien being real vs. not real; would she control emilie, too, given the chance?; will she---no, could she, this copy, ever measure up?

is it the best for adrien to have her back?

reluctance gives way to what-ifs and memories. gives way to possibilities and what they remember about her. the things they loved, and the things they hated.

could they.... would they change those things?

(how does one exist in other perceptions? what do other people see in you, and what do they exaggerate due to their own intolerances? what is strikingly real and true? what is so foreign, like a copy of a copy of a copy, reduced to grainy degradation?)

so, both their hands clasped around the peacock miraculous (not without both of them separately thinking of another event that created life), they remake emilie.