#deeper down fanart

[instaquarius]

For Full Res

another fake screenshot redraw thingy from my fic combining @zeragiis deeper down au and flowey possession :'D i had fun with this, especially on undyne and the blaster lol

[cup-o-stars]

Here's a rushed, nothing post that got away from me...

Green is my favorite color.

[moeblob]

"It's lonely without Bernard..."

[unvexes]

sink or swim, teddy.

[myrkkymato]

Yeah, it's Sevika time again

Acrylics are fun but right now they make me want to pick a fight with god or something. I'm so sorry for the quality of these.

[milkybishop]

i need to be clear, because the anime has caused alot of new and old people to the series to not be able to appreciate the actual story and just having shipping wars, or think the story is just farcille-powered, or that cause laios is autisitic it means he's not sexual at all and that his character is just 'Autism™️'....if i reblog ship stuff and laios autism funny stuff, i am doing it while also understanding their more 3D complexities from the source material, as i do with disco elysium etc....so if its me reblogging it, its ok

[elijones94]

👸🏾🐸 “Tia, Tia, Tia, did you hear the news?” 🎀

[ohimsummer]

"thank you, ye hao in 'heatstroke' photshoot." we all say in unison

THANK YOU INDEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE MY GOOD HAWK

[brofightiscancelled]

what is it that drives people to create the most gorgeous and elaborate art of anime muppets. i want to dissect an osomatsu-san fan's brain but that would involve me actually having to smoke cigarrettes (watch the damn anime) and probably develop lung cancer (enjoy it)

same sauce as my little pony:friendship is magic getting popular

[detaia]

(i wnet sicko mode hit the tag limit so i hafe to shift stuff here pls read tags first fank yu)

you ever feel so alive you feel like you're gonna pass out?

first. ragatha's hands on pomni's back. firmly gripping her waist and pulling her in close. pomni's fingers light and hesitant on ragatha's shoulder in response. she. she didn't mean to do that. she should be pushing this gorgeous demon away. she should be calling for help. she's not supposed to enjoy this.

but dear lord in heaven....the warmth of her hands. ragatha is holding her so, so gently. so careful not to poke pomni with her claws. their faces pressed against each other. the feeling of her breath on pomni's neck.....

pomni grips ragatha's shoulder a little tighter. how could she? how could she possibly leave the circle of their embrace unclosed? it yearned to be complete. how could anyone spurn this warmth?

i know in ma heart of hearts the lil jester has the most beautifully sinful expression on her face rn. no im not jealous. shut the up. anyways

THE CUT ON THAT DRESS WAOSOOAFJIOADJGIOEJGIPWHASIOGBGIJONARWIUGBIJbgiuRBWGIOARWNGPRIGPO WAHHHH!!!!! EXCUSE ME!!!!HELP!!!!WHAT???HUH??? AND!!!! RAGATHA'S FINGER!!! ON POMNI'S CHIN!!!!IM GOING TO EXPLODE . also. pomni saying "dressed up for the lord" while furiously trying not to stare is so fucking adorable

moving!!! on!!!

IMP POMNI WAJASGHAGAJ SHE'S SUCH A STINKY LITTLE REPTILE RAT RAPTILE GREMLIN!!!!!! SOMETHING ABOUT EM JUST MAKES ME WANT TO PUT MY FINGERS TO GETHER AND GO NYEHEHEHEH!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT!!!! I WILL!!!! WHEEEE

i fuckin LOVE her big rat feet!!!!its so feet!!!! and perfect for flirting!!!! those are some impressive moves!!!! god pomni beign a menace and just hanging on a wall is so ooo fckig good spitinside me you've done it again. her design gives mye real cuphead vibes i love it. and I love that she can't count i want to pick her up put them on my shoulder and carry them around everywhere

I can't believe you drew this already!!! fasfjnajfnafjff fantastic work!!!! this made my night!!! yippee!!!!!

little church demon x nun au thing or whatever ... maybe one day i will properly make this like with character sheets for their designs and everything but for nlw take this ...

this is for now the only deisgn for pomni

i want hrr to have big feet and a rat like tail .. shes cold blooded .. scaly .. her skin is rough ... shes so fun to draw ...

[instaquarius]

For Full Res

have yet ANOTHER fake screenshot redraw from my fanfic

archiveofourown.org/works/2727…

[sugarlywhispers]

viking!b.katsuki x fem!reader

a.n; i wanted to give viking!bakugou a try, and honestly, this is all @imaginationmess fault for feeding me fanarts of bakugou and his dragon🙃 luv you tho🤍

Viking Bakugou Katsuki who rides the biggest and most terrifying dragon that has ever existed.

A legend said that his dragon in particular had been going on for generations in his family, no one willing to risk their life to tame it. Until Katsuki’s uncle, Bakugou Kudo, did it. He had been the first in generations to ride this dragon. Yet he understood that the bond between dragon and riders was not consolidated between them.

When Katsuki was eight, the little shit escaped the hut and went towards where the nests were. Kudo almost had a heart attack when he saw the brat far off and almost there. He sprinted as fast as he could, a tragedy already displaying in his head –the kid being incinerated, turned to ashes, and his sister cutting his dick off for being a sorry ass uncle. Fuck, and he would had deserved it. Because even though he had tamed the beast, it was still very unstable to let anyone close to it; one of his own men had suffered the consequences of trying to get close, more than half his body had been burned. He was no longer part of their battles.

However, Kudo saw in first person how a dragon’s bond was created. Between his terrifying dragon and his little nephew.

It hadn’t looked much from his perspective, yet he felt the magical aura surrounding them. Katsuki laughed as he touched the dragon’s snot like it was a mer pup, happy and excited while climbing its leg with such ease until he was up on its back, right behind the head. The dragon himself helped the kid to reach the place. Kudo noticed then the beast’s eyes shining a very resplendent gold. Yep, that was definitely a bond.The kid was anything but scared, as he caressed the dragon's head, hugging it even.

Kudo smiled, shaking his head, hands over his hips as he took a deep breath, relaxing. The dragon was only letting him ride it because it knew that Katsuki was his bonded rider and Kudo was related by blood to the kid.

As years went by, the bond only became stronger and deeper. Kudo would ride it in battles, but once at home, the brat and the beast were like one. When Katsuki turned eighteen, Kudo retired from battles and settled down with a wife and kids at the village located next to that of where their family originally came from. From that day on, the brat became the dragon’s one and only owner.

Katsuki was the only human being able to control, care for and command this massive dragon, also becoming the nightmare of most villages in the world. Both, dragon and rider were vicious, deadly and feared.

You still remember the day Bakugou Katsuki landed on your lands. The bright blue sky suddenly turned dark, the huge dragon he rode clouding the sun above. Everyone knew what it meant. Destruction and chaos, the end of their peaceful lives.

The Leader of the village, your dad, didn’t waste time in trying to negotiate a truce between them.

And that truce is you.

You are forced to marry him, to leave your family, friends and life there and go with this barbaric man. You are a bit afraid he is some sort of savage. Rumors told how violent he was, how scary he looked with his scars and aggressive attitude towards everyone. Now that you have said man in front of you, you agreed with all of them.

You were expecting him to manhandle you, to treat you like another woman he picked to use for his own pleasure. Yet all you received since you stepped foot in his village, in his home, had been nothing but coldness and distance. He has kept to himself, doing his stuff and trying not to get in your way. Least to say, it has been completely awkward since the ceremony.

When you are getting ready for it, his mom enters his-your hut. She smiles, a sincere feeling in her eyes, “Being the daughter of a Leader sucks, ain’t it?”

You look down, a slight smile on your face that agrees with her but eyes filled with tears you’re holding back. “It does.”

You feel her hand on your shoulder, and the little squish she gives it in reassurance makes the knot in your throat tighter.

“My son is not a charming prince; however, I know the kind of man I raised him to be. You’re gonna be okay.”

You don’t say anything in response. You don’t even look back at her, but you think she didn’t expect it either as she walks out, leaving you alone. As you walk towards the entrance, fully knowing that once you cross it, your soon to be husband will be waiting at the end of the aisle, all you can wish is that Ms. Bakugou is right.

When the ceremony reaches its end, the old lady of his village drawing the symbols of union, love and family in your foreheads, Bakugou extends his hands for you to lay yours over his. You still haven’t looked him in the eyes, but you do what's expected for the ceremony. When your hands touch the skin of his, you can't avoid thinking how warm they feel. Big calloused, rough and strong hands surround yours, and you don't hate the feeling. On the contrary, it’s quite comforting. The old lady ties a beautifully white and gold silk ribbon around your hands, symbolizing the union of the souls.

While everyone cheers, you finally decide to raise your eyes towards him. Deep red eyes collide with yours, making a shudder run your body at their intensity. Surprisingly, it isn’t a bad feeling, but it is something you have never felt before.

A tingly feeling swirls in your stomach as you realize Bakugou Katsuki's face is getting closer and closer to yours, his intent clear. He is going to kiss you. Your first kiss. You close your eyes instinctively and his lips touch yours in a quick and short peck. Yet it feels like all the tingles in your stomach exploded, sending warmth throughout your whole body.

That has been the only close and physical interaction you have had until today.

Bakugou Katsuki decides to give you space to accommodate and get to know his village and people around.

It doesn't mean he doesn't want you. However, he never makes any sort of move towards you.

Until one day…

Bakugou got back that morning to the village after being away for almost four days with the victory of conquering another village, so you decide to bring him some of the sweet bread you have cooked as a welcome back. You have to admit, this time with him since the marriage ceremony hasn’t been bad. Civil, even. Despite his distance and cold attitude, he has never disrespected or forced you to nothing. Not even that first night as husband and wife. He didn’t even try, he simply picked one of the pillows and clothes to make a bed on the floor, closer to the entrance door, and slept there. You have been very confused. Your mum had previously told you everything of what was expected from a woman on the night of the ceremony. You expected even a fight between you two, because of course you didn’t want that to happen with a complete stranger like he was still to you.

Nevertheless, he never hovers over you. But you do feel his eyes on you whenever he’s around. He always makes some sort of sound for you to acknowledge that his presence is close. Katsuki is attentive to your reactions whenever you are both alone and doesn't even raise his voice at you. Ever.

Then again, he is his ruthless self with everyone else.

You tried looking for him around the village, but couldn't find Bakugou anywhere. So you walk towards the woods where you know the dragon's nests are, where they rest. Even though Bakugou has explicitly forbidden you to go near there, due to the danger their dragons were most of the time, even for the riders.

You are confident Katsuki will be there, so probably he will see you from a distance and you wont need to get that close. But when you arrive, you come face to face with the massive beast: Bakugou's dragon, Cweorth.

You have seen it at a distance, but having the beast up close is a completely different experience. Its whole body is red, with golden piercing eyes that feel very much like Bakugou’s itself. Its wings are huge as they spread in a stretching movement up high, almost taller than the big trees that surround the woods. You can even see some flare of gold in its scale that actually looks mesmerizing. Majestic.

Your basket falls to the floor in shock when the beast finally looks down at your small, minuscule being. It watches you intently, with a scowl on its face –like beast, like owner. But far away from feeling scared by it, you feel intrigued. You feel enamored even as you stand there, looking at such majestic creature.

Bakugou is actually several meters away, taking a bath in the lake close to the nests, cleaning all the blood and dirt off his body before going to the hut he shares with you. He has some scratches and cuts from the fights, but nothing deep or worrisome. He is very proud in saying he is the fucking best out there.

When he's walking through the woods back to the nests of their dragons, he sees it.

His whole body freezes. You are standing there, your arm and hand stretched upwards. His own dragon, the one who eats men like candy at Katsuki's own command, the one who has burned villages in seconds with his strong fire, the one who hates anyone’s touch or closeness that isn't Bakugou himself... His dragon has his snot close to you, letting you pet him with its eyes closed, enjoying your affection like a small puppy dog.

And he can not fucking believe what his eyes are seeing.

Of all the women he has had before you, none were brave enough to even look at the beast. They had all been afraid to death.

And there you stand, looking even fascinated by it. Eyes shining and smiling as you feel for the first time what its skin is like under your touch. You look… beautiful. Gorgeous. Heavenly sent. Fuck. You have him in your hands already.

Bakugou Katsuki then decides:

He will fucking kiss the ground you walk. He will give you everything you ask of him.

You want certain clothes to wear? He will search for them for you. You want certain foods? He will fly his dragon to wherever they are made or grown on. You want a land? He will fucking burn every single thing or life it takes to give it to you.

You want him? He will gladly give himself completely to you.

Well, he already is.

[skywalkerslvt]

Sticky- Peter Parker x AFAB!Reader

❥Pairing: Peter Parker x AFAB!reader

❥CW: smut, p in v, sub peter, inappropriate use of web shooters, riding, 826 words

❥Summary: You find one of peter's sensitive spots while riding him (his wristussy)

❥a/n: This fanart inspired this fic 🤭This was written with Tobey's spiderman in mind cuz of the natural web shooters but it can be read as any of them as long as u keep the web shooters in mind!! Hope u enjoy this mini fic i wrote <3

Peter's breath came in ragged gasps as you rocked your hips over him, your hands pinning his wrists above his head. Every movement drew a shaky groan from his throat, his body trembling beneath you, trying to keep some semblance of control. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, every inch of him hot and pulsing, hitting just the right spot as you moved, your pace deliberate and slow.

The room was thick with the sound of your bodies coming together-soft gasps, broken moans, the wet sounds of your slickness as you took him deeper. Peter's eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to hold himself together.

But as your fingers lightly grazed his wrists, brushing over the spot where his web-shooters lay, his reaction was instantaneous. His body jolted hard, hips bucking up into you as his eyes snapped open wide, pupils blown with shock. His breath hitched sharply.

"W-what?" His voice cracked, laced with confusion, and the look on his face was almost desperate. He had no idea what just happened, and his bewilderment only made the heat in your core flare higher.

A slow, teasing grin spread across your face as you stilled your hips, locking your gaze on his. You pressed your thumbs harder into his wrists, feeling something tense beneath his skin. His reaction was even more intense this time-a loud, choked moan ripped from his throat, his hips jerking uncontrollably beneath you.

"Oh," you murmured, your voice dripping with mischief. "What's this?"

Peter's eyes were wide, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "I-l don't know," he gasped, his voice tinged with panic. His head fell back against the pillow, chest heaving as his body trembled under your touch. "What are you-"

You chuckled softly, rubbing your thumbs over the same spot again, watching his entire body shudder beneath you. The confusion on his face only deepened, and you couldn't help but enjoy his unravelling. His hips moved of their own accord, desperate for more friction.

"You're so sensitive here," you whispered, grinding your hips down on him again. He was throbbing inside you, and you could feel how close he was.

His cock twitched with every brush of your fingers over his wrist, his moans growing louder, needier.

"F-fuck," he whimpered, his hands clenching into fists where you had them pinned above his head. "I'm gonna-"

You pressed your thumbs down again, rubbing in tight circles as you moved your hips harder, faster. "Do it," you breathed, leaning down to kiss his neck, your voice low and commanding. "Let go."

With a strangled cry, Peter's entire body went rigid beneath you as he came, his hips jerking wildly as he filled you. But just as the wave of pleasure crashed over him, his wrists spasmed, and-without warning-thick webs shot from his wrists, splattering the headboard and the wall behind him.

"What the—?" Peter gasped, eyes flying open in complete shock, staring at the sticky mess with wide eyes. His chest heaved, his mind clearly scrambling to process what had just happened. "Did I-did I just-?"

You stared at the webs hanging from the headboard, equally surprised, before a slow grin spread across your face. "Oh my God," you said, laughing breathlessly. "Did you mean to do that?”

Peter's face flushed a deep red, a mixture of confusion and embarrassment washing over him as he glanced at the webs, then back at you.

"What– no! I didn't–I didn't know that would happen!" he stammered, his voice hoarse, still catching his breath.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, leaning down to press your lips against his. "That was... something else," you murmured against his lips, still teasing.

"Didn't know you had that in you."

Peter was still wide-eyed, his body trembling with the aftershocks, clearly struggling to comprehend the sudden, overwhelming pleasure that had made him lose control like that. "I–I didn't either," he mumbled, looking like he didn't know whether to be embarrassed or turned on.

You raised an eyebrow, running your hands over his wrists again, a devious smile curling at your lips. "I kinda want to try that again."

Peter's eyes widened, and his breath hitched, a mix of panic and excitement crossing his face. "Wait—now?"

You grinned down at him, leaning closer so your lips were just inches from his. "You're telling me you don't want to see if it happens again?"

Peter swallowed hard, looking dazed and overwhelmed as your fingers trailed back to his wrists, teasing that sensitive spot that had triggered his web-shooting. His lips parted, his body already responding, his cock twitching inside you.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I-yeah, okay, but-"

You take his wrist in your hand, bringing it up to your mouth to press light kisses to his sensitive spot, cutting off his rambling as you rolled your hips again, feeling him harden inside you. "Shh. Just take it like a good boy, Pete.”

[sothisart]

This fanart is inspired by a scene from Language Lessons by MsAlexWP:

“Sirius woke slowly. It was one of those cool, crisp, perfect-for-sleeping mornings when the window was open and the bedroom air was cold, but it was wonderfully warm and cozy under the covers. He nuzzled deeper into his pillow and pressed his body against the warm expanse of bare skin behind him, wrapping his fingers over the wide hand that curved around his hip bone, even as his body and mind were still fuzzy with sleep. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of this bed, ever; he just wanted to stay suspended in this half-dream softness all day, every day. 

He kept his eyes closed, ready to drift back to sleep—fuck work, fuck school, fuck anything that wasn’t in this bed—when he felt warm kisses drift sweetly across his bare shoulders. They were soft and slow, as though the lips giving them weren’t quite awake, either. […]

“Good morning,” Remus rasped sleepily into Sirius’s ear before kissing down the back of his neck and nosing at the silky strands of hair that fell over his shoulders.”

This fic is marked as explicit, I decided to make this art a bit less nsfw (I don’t know if that worked;))

[shalomniscient]

saw a fanart and now all i can think about is tagteaming yukong with feixiao… nsft utc

“you’re so pretty, miss yukong.”

your voice is a delicate, lilting coo as you draw back from yukong’s pretty, dripping cunt, slick smeared on your lips and chin. the older foxian pants and twitches in feixiao’s arms, able to do nothing but curl her toes as your girlfriend holds her thighs wide open for you. over her shoulder, feixiao grins down at you as you dive back in, the wet sounds of your mouth working yukong’s pussy echoing in the room. she noses at the side of yukong’s ear, pressed flat against her head as her pulse sputters and jumps in time with each lash of your tongue, and laughs softly.

“isn’t she such a good girl, yukong?” feixiao asks lazily, one hand coming up to gently grip the other foxian’s jaw and guide her gaze back down to you. yukong whimpers, a high, pitchy noise, and it makes you moan right into her sex. you start to work with more fervor, lips sealing around yukong’s stiff clit every now and then to give it harsh sucks that have her writhing. yukong’s hair shoots down to tangle in your hair as her lower lip trembles with sheer pleasure, her entire body tense like a coil about to snap.

“y-yes,” she breathes, swallowing thickly as you crane your head upwards from between her legs ever so slightly to meet her eyes. “yes, she’s—ahn—so good, such a good girl, just like that—“

feixiao grins at the praise yukong gives you, looking down proudly from over yukong’s shoulder. “go on then, vixen. make our pretty friend here cum on that smart tongue of yours.”

you don’t need any more convincing then that. you press forward even more, if that’s even possible, your nose bumping yukong’s clit each time your tongue pushes into her fluttering hole. yukong cries out, loud and whiny, as you tonguefuck her to absolute oblivion. her nails scratch your scalp as she cums, and you lap up every last drop of it greedily, until your lips turn glossy and you can taste her in the back of your throat.

yukong slumps backwards against feixiao, her chest heaving with exertion. despite that, her tail wriggles happily, thumping lightly on the sheets. your hands cup her cheek as you rise up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on your lips. feixiao’s own hand reaches out to draw you deeper into the kiss with yukong as she watches, enraptured, before you break away and kiss her just as sweetly. yukong is sandwiched between you both, eyes half-lidded as if she’s close to falling asleep again.

you and feixiao share an amused look, before the general gently rolls her hips against yukong’s back. the older foxian’s eyes shoot wide open, her ears standing upright on her head.

“you didn’t forget about me, did you, yukong?” feixiao teases, grinding her aching cock against the small of yukong’s back. yukong mewls at the sensation, and you take the opportunity to kiss marks around her neck.

“feifei always goes for a few rounds before she’s satisfied,” you croon into the crook of her jaw, right above her fluttering pulse. “but you can take it, right miss yukong?”

(in the end, she could, in fact, take it—and then some. very well, too. is this the power of experience?)

[dark-arts-stuff]

Soo, I just watched the last episodes of season 1 Hazbin Hotel, scrolling through fanart and theories for the next season when I noticed a image that was taken in a scene of Alastor's tower.

It's a picture of Alastor on the table with Vox ripped out of it. And that, of course, got my brain rolling and it needs to spill out.

So we all know Vox and Alastor are bitter rivals. Radio V.S. Video. A clearer vision of their dynamic together is introduced in Hazbin Hotel's episode 2 of season 1 "Radio Killed the Video Star" where Vox, hearing that Alastor has returned from his 7 year absence, goes visually upset and makes a direct message on his platform telling sinners what a coward and forgettable person Alastor is, saying video (Vox) is much better than radio (Alastor)

But Alastor comes in using his own way of methods, radio of course, and starts basically beefing with Vox and wins the debate at the end of the song, "Stayed Gone."

It's clear these two hate each other and bicker to each other whenever the chance is given.

If that's so...why was there a picture of Alastor and Vox before Alastor ripped out Vox in it?

Well, it's kinda clear. These two were probably business partners in the past before something made them rivals.

It could be that these two couldn't get along because of their dispute between modern technology and radio. Or maybe how Alastor almost beat Vox one time that Valentino mentions.

Also, even though these two are rivals, Vox is obviously obsessed with Alastor. Wanting to see his down fall, wanting to overtop him, and getting very happy when Alastor retreats with his fight with Adam.

Yet, know we know these two use to be business partners and maybe, even to a degree, friends. Yet something tore them apart and now one of them is at the other's throat. Is it deeper than we think or is it really just because Alastor said no to being on Vox'a team?

Also I know people ship Alastor and Vox together (StaticRadio) so I'll also put in my input to how this plays out. If you don't care, you can skip this part.

I don't think they were exes. Why? Yes, Alastor is ace in the show, stated by Rosie. So I think it's not "lovers turned into bitter rivals" but more a one sided love by Vox that got his heart broken by Alastor whether intended or not. That would explain why Vox is obsessed with Alastor in someway, dealing with heartbreak is hard.

If they were friends, maybe Vox did love Alastor, but Alastor did not reputate those feelings back. When Alastor rejected Vox's offer for his friend to join the team, maybe Vox felt like Alastor rejected him. Is that why he's so bitter?

We'll have to see in Season 2.