#ego vs ego

[drowned-hubris]

Random thing I’ve been thinking about: Creepypastas meeting Matt hubris or the canon BEN

[frostluvrs]

ray and top hashing it out by trying to intimidate each other and them being impressed by each other doing it is sending me real bad

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Two posts in one day?? Yes becasue as I was playing Slime Rancher 2 today I rembered the ego slime series I did ages ago. Back then I drew Dark with some mosaic and monochrome quantum slimes. But now! Theres literal Shadow and Twin slimes! Which are perfect for Dark so I just had to redraw that original drawing with them.

Og and process shots under the cut

[blue-thief]

problematic/possibly irredeemable characters they could never make me hate you because me liking you is not a reflection of my real life morals + isn't synonymous with me excusing your actions

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[cappycodeart]

local idiot fixes problem he inadvertently created

[al-luviec]

something simple to try to get out of art block (it didn't work)

[kalcifers-blog]

THEYY 💛💜💚

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

found this picture in pinterest

Does this even mean anything, 'cause all i see is total bullshit

i bet that Sentinel made this for an egotism boost

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

“I am every moment in dread lest something may cause me

to lose my life.”

[leonardalphachurch]

temple’s active choice to be a villain is so interesting to me because. like. i’ve joked before “temple was literally right all he had to do was not be a serial killer about it” but that is, of course, the whole point of his character. he’s not just the villain who’s right but also kicks puppies, he’s CHOOSING to be the villain who’s right and delights in kicking puppies. i think he very easily could have gone the route of seeing himself as a hero? like “i don’t care if you don’t approve of my methods, i’m the good guy, i’m liberating people, i’m fighting against a corrupt system” because he kinda is that— and he does have some amount of self righteousness but. he is very explicitly, intentionally, deliberately the villain.

and like, yeah. of course. characters like temple are the villains. you’re disrupting the status quo? you’re fighting against the establishment? you want to dismantle the system??? no, it doesn’t matter how many good points you have. you’re evil. you’re the bad guy. you’ll always be the bad guy. and having temple be aware of this, be genre savvy enough to know that he’ll be seen as the villain and embrace it? it’s soooo. GOD. you could’ve really written something actually compelling there couldn’t you.

temple is the perfect character to analyze the concept of “villain who’s right but has to be evil about it so we can root against them and uphold the status quo” because he, diegetically, is that. he’s choosing to be that. he is purposefully invoking that archetype. but instead of deconstructing it they just played it straight. at the end of the day he is just the villain who’s right but also kicks puppies. and it’s sad! it’s sad it ended up like that. at least we have this.

[alpinelogy]

we make the ground shake

[theogclownboy]

age regression request list

these are the things I take requests for if you wanna know my head cannons or art (i may add more later) Also if anyone is up for art trades im completely open for it. Also rp stuff with my OCS is okay with me but keep things sfw.

my OCs

OCs with other characters

Dan vs

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

MLP

Tadc

Welcome home

Scott Pilgrim (show, game, comic, and movie)

Good omens

Sander sides

Dhmis

Sally face

Bluey

Wander over yonder

Camp camp

Cuphead (game and show)

Brandon Rogers characters

Markiplier characters

Jacksepticeye characters

Centaurworld

Paswg

Adventure time

Beetlejuice (cartoon or musical, not movie)

Y/n stuff

Nimona (book and movie)

Animaniacs

Animal crossing

Heathers (musical or movie)

Stuffed animals

Green eggs and ham

Care bears

Sam and Max

Night in the woods

SpongeBob (I will do human designs)

Wild kratts

An extremely goofy movie

Inside out 2

Pokemon

Emojis/ reaction stuff (idk what it's called)

Fairly oddparents

Winnie the Pooh

Total drama Island (only season 1 cast)

Deadpool and wolverine

Chikn nuggit

Mr plant and Argos

Muppets

Ducktales

[thetruequeenoftheabyss]

Was in a bit of Septiceye mood so I decided to redraw an older Chase and Anti drawing of mine from all the way back in 2019.

Original and process shots below the cut

[happyk44]

Jason who immediately loses respect for people who don't own up to their mistakes vs Annabeth who would rather die than admit she made a mistake

[tiger-balm]

"[do you] need to have ego to know that you belong?" "I think its inner confidence, i wouldnt call it ego. it's through work and effort that you feel confident in yourself and your abilities. you want to play with swag but you don't have to be the coolest guy ever"