#cw: nudity

[sparklemaia]

yes I'm now on the other side of top surgery and I'm allowed to lift things again 💪 You might have already seen this one on my substack -- did u know you can subscribe to my substack for early access to comics like this?! Sent directly to your email inbox??? FOR FREE????? (there is also an optional paid tier for exclusive bonus content for five bucks a month but like 80% of my posts will be free and publicly available) ty ily♥

[baranarts]

new venus design! do you guys think shes pretty

also, little guy for scale

[mitchelf-citadel]

Weeping Scope

Why is that boy crying?

Certified Termina Moment

Fear and Hunger: Termina

[gilsart]

Suggestive jayvik??? In this economy??

(Just to clarify, Viktor isn't wearing his orthosis because I genuinely just started drawing arcane related stuff. I'm making studies of them when I have spare time ((ya girl got the references and all)) and I'm learning + i just wanted to draw top Viktor 🙏🏻)

[afroskey]

[noahl-art]

Biiiiiiig stretch Aether 🥴 (Just wanted to draw a big hairy ghoul 🫣)

Also CW: non-sexual nudity below the cut

[kollapsar]

harold there's goth lesbians in them there dungeons

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife!Reader

warnings: self-hatred, insecure! reader, nudity, only brief mentions of nsfw themes

genre: fluff, comfort

©Copyright -2024-thedarkestrivernymph - All Rights Reserved

You felt hot, flashing pain trickle down your throat to settle in the depth of your chest—lungs aching from the strain, face nearly purple as you held a bated breath, eyes squeezed shut, trying your best to avoid his gaze.

“I am sorry—” your voice was all but a meek squeak. “—I know this wasn't what you were expecting.” nimble fingers curled and tugged at your robes, keeping them positioned in front of you bare state—as you couldn't help but bow your head in utter shame, feeling the weight of your imperfections bear down on you.

The man hovering above your kneeling form remained silent, opting for assessing and scrutinizing you with the sharp whiplash of his gaze alone.

“I know—you're unhappy about this—my family will repay the trinkets your clan gifted us so graciously. Just please don't act rash and revoke the marriage—” you couldn't even finish uttering the words wobbling from your quivering lips before a sob ripped free from your throat and you just had to bury your face into the silkiness of your robes.

There was a sigh, then a long pause as you wailed, bashfully, scrambling to try and hide as much of your figure as possible, feeling slimy and dirty, hideous even, to have thrown yourself at the head of one of the biggest clan’s like a loose woman—as if you held your legs open for just anybody.

“Calm your nerves.” his voice was gruff, tinged with exasperation, as the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your forehead to trace your hairline and find a rhythmic pattern petting your crown. “I will do no such thing, my bride, can't you even look at me?” he was kind, much too kind towards something as filthy as you were.

“I cannot—” you rasped between laboured breaths and high-pitched mewls muffled by your bloated bottom lip; bitten raw.

“You're upset. Why are you so saddened? What has caused you anguish? You're my wife—you do not need to lower your gaze in shame.” he whispered tentatively and before you knew it, he had peeled away the annoying piece of fabric obscuring your adorable sniffling face from him. “Do not cry. Our families expect of us to lay together—but if you fear it this much, we can wait. I can wait, my wife, why won't you calm?” chiffon, something akin to a gentle breeze caressing you—that’s what his voice was like, lulling you into a daze; sweet candy to lure you out of your hiding.

So, finally, scraping together all the courage you had, you raised your gaze to meet his, immediately regretting it, as the gentleness in his, so misdirected at something as ugly as you were, made you burst out into another fit of hysterics. “No, no, no. You're—you’re just too nice. Throwing myself at you like a whore—you deserve better. A refined lady. That's what you need and our clans expect—but I am no such thing. I—I am hideous, please, stop looking at me with such kindness. I apologise, husband, I am ruining the first night and I can't just stop and—”

“Breathe” you felt your cheek press into a chest and finally the furrow between your brows eased as you let something almost primal escape you, breaking down all too horribly until your head throbbed in an ache and your nose was stuffy and runny—and while you unleashed your inner demons, he was petting you, cooing at you, reminding you to stay grounded.

“My wife—” he chirped once it was over and you exhausted your capacity to cry any further, sinking into the soft covers of your martial bed like a heavy sack of sand, “I am blessed to be yours.” you felt him interlace his thick fingers with yours, brushing over the back of your hand subtly yet affectionately, as the moon filtered through the curtains to lay stripes of silver across you both.

“Can you even imagine how much I yearned for this very moment? To claim that you're mine, not just in spirit—with our two clans permanently intertwined? Since the day you passed by me at the market all my waking moments have been filled with longing for you. So how could you ever call the woman I love all these distasteful names?” he chased away all the bad thoughts as your numbed body laid against his, arms so powerful you were sure they could've squeezed you to death if he was lying, but it didn't seem so—not him, not the most perfect man you knew, the one you were certain deserved better than you.

“You're silent, my wife.” he paused. “It seems your husband lacks the ability to truly convince you of his feelings.” he pressed a kiss to your crown, sighing softly while scooping you closer to his warmth. "Do not fret. We have our entire lives left. If you cannot trust me yet, then I will teach you how—I will convince you of my earnest feelings, even if it takes a lifetime. Because—” he pressed a kiss to your forehead this time, staring down at your bare form beneath the covers, cuddled up in his arms, with tears smeared across your cheeks so beautifully. “ask and I would even bring down the moon for you.”

[dae-at-night]

absolutely obsessed with the way u can see his slutty lil underwear through the holes in the sides of his pants

booba version under the cut 🫒🫒

couldn’t resist drawing his tits smh so u get nakey ver too

[tyrianludaship]

this panel is so fucking surreal to me. he is literally doing the "kyaa pervert! ><" type shit like in anime

[crayoncat-works]

recent olba sketches

[obliviani]

Vessel 🪡

[iedistis]

When nature’s out, that’s - when nature’s out. When the world gets so dark you have to feel your way round it with your hands, till you think it’s coming apart like a spider’s web. When there’s something there, yet there’s nothing; and everything’s dark but there’s still this redness in the west like the glow of a huge furnace.

Georg Büchner, Woyzeck

[gilsart]

these two again

[goobobbers]

i shine only with the light you gave me

[kalpeavaris]

HRGHHHHH I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT JESSA I SWEAAAAR

drawing them together reminds me of my own queer awakening and now I wanna give them all the love and peace they didn't get in the canon show uGHHHHH

(also I kinda hc J with Body dysmorphic disorder not gonna lie, if her being cloned multiple times over and over is true i'd imagine that mess with your perception of your own body soo much. Tessa & J bonding over new bodies/bd??? hello???? J seeing Tessas back with the Solver mark and feeling so fucking bad??? URGGGGGggg)