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[mewcharm]

i have exactly zero memory of following you, but your arts neat and you seem cool, so i guess i'm staying

[theoldkyokodied]

Really quick doodles of a few scenes from the stream yesterday. Including combat flirting taunting, gale’s magnificently distracting shoes and.. whatever you wanna call gale agreeing to give 15 gold to astarion 😐😑😐😑😐 (that’s me blinking)

[andi-o-geyser]

"oh my god tlovm really said it's canon that vex tops" and? fork spotted in kitchen. no shit

[speremint]

Happy #wyllvember! 🤺🍂🍁

I will continue to spread Wyll + Bloody plum propaganda

[ferberus-skull]

you WILL look at litebrite btw

[zu-is-here]

* A serrade petit cat appears! (ò_ó")

[cable-salamdr]

post is back on

Here’s some additional Ninjago doodles that I did in an attempt to get back into the groove of things (I’ve been motivated just haven’t had a lot of time to draw)

@garmaballs because of Harums (I imagine this as Harumi’s post merge + post prison self)

@legokingfisher ‘s Arin Russet AU is on the right hand side but in what I basically wore today lol (minus the hat and scarf and face thingy)

AND ofc @macaroni-stars mentioned becaus!!! They wanted to be!!!!! And I love them so like how can I deny that

[skleech]

hopping on the trend of drawing miku in my country's traditional clothing, so here; Hatsune Miku in traditional Russian clothing (mainly from the Moscow region)

here's some of the photos i used as like refs for both the pose and the dress design:

[gunsatthaphan]

"I'm warning you again."

[vehemourn]

a baby snapper a friend gifted me :] hes shiny !

[waldau-archived]

Hi waldu!! It’s minnieminshi!! I saw that your drabble requests are open and I was wondering if I could request number 11 from the prompt list with Wonwoo?

I know his blind ass without his glasses would be so cute lol

“Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.” + wonwoo

mimi thank you for requesting!!! i wanted to write a honeymoon scene for any one of the members and wonwoo seemed the most perfect one for it.

you don’t know if it’s the magic of the cool italian breeze wafting in through the window that’s slightly ajar, the warm covers that feel a bit too warm right now, or the fact that you’re aware you’re sleeping next to your favourite person in the world, that's keeping you from going back to sleep.

scratch that. you know exactly what’s keeping you up.

you pretend to be asleep, and wonwoo continues his ministrations on your skin. you feel him press a kiss to your forehead, his most favourite place to kiss you. as much as he teases you for being shorter than him, there’s nothing he loves more than having you just in reach so he can kiss you, as a way to greet you when he sees you, or as a way of telling you he’s proud of you, or as a way of telling you he’s there for you when you’re down and that you should know it.

you want to wake up and return the favour, kiss his face silly and relish the fact that he won’t ever tell you to stop even if you go a bit overboard, because he trusts you to know his limits. the thought of it makes your heart clench.

he’s no longer your fiancé. he’s jeon wonwoo, your husband, the man you married two days ago before he whisked you off on a surprise honeymoon to italy to spend a week with you. no friends or family or obligations or commitments. just the two of you, happy, in love, together.

so you keep your eyes shut and just feel as wonwoo moves down to your temple, letting his lips linger there. “i love you,” he whispers, and then he moves to your cheek. “i still can’t believe this is real.”

you can’t hold back any more at that. you turn around with your eyes shut and lean up in the direction of his warmth, willing to kiss whatever part of him you reach first.

he chuckles, his voice deep from not being used this early in the morning, and you realize you’ve hit his chin. you try again, and this time it’s the corner of his mouth.

“not ready to wake up yet?” he asks, hand gently combing through the tangled mess of your hair. you shake your head. the covers rustle under his movement, and you feel a gentle kiss on your lips. you blink your eyes open to see wonwoo looking at you with nothing but love, his eyes looking slightly unfocused without his glasses.

you get to wake up to this for the rest of your life. seems like a pretty good deal. the best, even.

[uhohdad]

Konig's gloves, boots, belt... Konig's teeth? :> Maybe not totally on theme but rawr biting kink stuff

(18+)

WARNING: ABUSE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

König’s Teeth displayed proudly behind a carnivorous, gut-wrenching grin, drooling over the prey that knows it’s in trouble. Sniveling and trembling under his unmatched strength, restrained by a brute hand and whining desperate, useless pleas.

König’s Teeth bump against yours as he forces you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head steady with a firm glove around the back of your neck, muffling your objections with his intrusive tongue and his low hums.

König’s Teeth draw blood when they pierce through your neck, his eyes lulling at your intoxicating taste. His tongue follows en suite, lapping up his mess, soothing and slobbering over your abused flesh.

König’s Teeth pull a desperate wail from you as they sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his own with bruises in the shape of his unique bite. Any man that undresses you in the coming weeks will know who you belong to, will know you’re used goods, will know König got to ruin you first.

König’s Teeth catch his lower lip as he bites back a moan, slipping into a cunt he hasn’t broken in yet, so tight and warm around his thick cock. He can’t hold himself back, bullying his way into you despite your cries and pleads. He likes the way you clench around him when you try and fight him off, so laughably weak. He doesn’t know why you even bother.

✧₊⁺ König’s Belt ✧₊⁺ König’s Gloves ✧₊⁺ König’s Boots

[triona-tribblescore]

@onionninjasstuff DTIYS

AYYY!!! CONGRATS ON 3K! :D

the amount I love these evil silly goobers is not normal. they are so devious I just wanna give them all the illegal weaponry they should not have but deserve.

[bg3-dyes]

i have finished all the body type 1 dyes... for now 😳 (edit: not anymore since patch 5 but STILL A LOT) everything is in the archive drive. special thanks to @salfur for handling the body type 2 outfits!

i added a spreadsheet (+ a pdf version) to the drive so you can check for specific items that may be missing - there are a BUNCH of items that have the same model, and are functionally identical once dyes are applied. so, for example, if you're looking for dye variations for the Anarchic White Outfit:

you can reference the Anarchic Blue Outfit dye sheet! ✨

also!

now that im finally done with the heavy lifting for this project..... the time has come for me to actually play the game. 🫣 im going to be streaming occasionally over on twitch, so feel free to follow me there if that's something you're interested in 💕 no concrete schedule yet, ill probably post updates on here to keep u in the loop on that (but i still gotta keep this blog tidy to keep it functional as an archive)

but anyway, for now.... i will take a nap 🫡

edit: adding my ko-fi since some people have been asking me about it - thank you for the interest & generosity! 💗

[art-bloob]

Once again, poorly formatted comics are my specialty. Teehee or whatever

[flower-yi]

OKAY SO…. the one where you run your fingers through their hair? aventurine 🤫 (also forgive me if it’s kinda long…)

why? because it reminds him of how a mother stokes the first few strands of their child. or how a sister brushes hair from their siblings eye when they play. aventurine as a child has this messy tussled hair— something about not being put together is so vulnerable.

anyways, as he lies their on the couch, you reading a book, your hands subconsciously running through his blond locks- he stops.

there is a poem i read by Dilruba Ahmed called ‘Phase One’ and the ending part hits so deep. I suggest you read the rest of the poem yourself!!

I forgive you. For growing

a capacity for love that is great

but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness. For being unable

to forgive yourself first so you

could forgive others and

at last find a way to become

the love that you want in this world.

He won’t say anything, simply silence. and in those twilight hours, does he unravel and silently say ‘i love you’

13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch. | "I forgive you, for growing a capacity for love that is great but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness; for being unable to forgive yourself first so you could then forgive others and, at last, find a way to become the love you want in this world." — Phase One, Dilruba Ahmed

For all that he is, and for all that he wants to be (even if he is what he wants to be), Aventurine's pristine appearance buries beneath the child that is unkempt, unpolished, ragged. He wears clothes bearing the names of talented designers in the cosmos; has a watch from some pricey brand you fail to recall; is clad with shoes that touch the ground with a resounding clack, clack, clack because they are made from materials you would not see, as a regular citizen, in their lifetime.

Aventurine is always dressed to the nines, similarly strutting like a peacock with its tail raised: all thousand eyes darted and watching you, an observer, stare back.

Yet, in the arms of a beloved, the untouchable does not remain untouchable, and instead, becomes vulnerable, like shedding armor after a deadly battle. His head lays on your lap, while you idle your time away, nose buried in a book he's gotten you the other day. Time is often a luxury, and what time spent here just staring at you can be spent elsewhere making money, hungry for more, and greedy for everything, but you are here; simply unaware, or just blissfully ignorant that every second sitting here is wasted.

But you don't have that mentality, do you? You've lived life with no urgency to it. Failure falls upon you, and you decide it's okay to stumble. There is no moments where you have to sit and lap at your wounds, because there was nothing for you to get hurt from; nothing to heal from.

Your fingers course through hair normally styled, perfect, and, to you, the simple act is nothing. You've known security from the start, and he's yet to be familiar with it. Perhaps he's slowly doing so, because, when that realization comes to him, it stings.

It stings his eyes, and he turns his head away from you.

(You know more than you do. When Kakavasha turns, hot liquid staining your pajamas, you innocently swipe a thumb over his eyes to wipe away the tears. You let him weep, silently.)