#erm i should make an art tag

[teddylou]

I’m like a horse, with blinders on, so I don’t have to see the horrors of the world

[tigitaldurtle]

A comfort character is where you are the one comforting said character, right?

Haha just kidding but I am indeed inconsolable when it comes to Stan Pines. I needed to give every version of him a hug or ELSE!!!

Bonus under the cut!

You didn't think I forgot about teenage Stan, did you? He needs a hug the most. I just didn't know how to fit him into the comic aogijaigjewwio

[hrokkall]

Minos and Sisyphus Prime but they're both core files from hit 2016 game Pony Island

[rookeryyy]

EAT YOURSELF

:D aka a gift for my buddy @triffany-lottablog of their bugsnax oc for getting me cattails: wildwood story and don't starve together <333

[neolxzr]

and everybody is so trolled

(8 now)

[pine-arten]

play colors

[dangopango00]

Finally got around to using my drawing tablet and I forgot how good it feels to draw on it omg it's like traditional art+ ALSO was looking through my old sketchbook and found my old Yuu design and the contrast is so funny to me because tbh they're both still accurate representations of me

[terra-is-tired]

qpac and the beautiful baby boy himself

[hizznbyte]

I BEG. I beg of thee. Please. I am on my hands and knees and begging. For people to draw more First Lieutenant. Or at the very least share some fanart of him because I can barely find any OUGHHH. he is so beloved to me I can’t even explain whyyy. my bbg. my wife. He is so underrated and I am starved for anything of him. Why I decided to latch on to him of all characters I have no clue but I love him and I want to see more art of him. My captain..

[shadouko]

hi. have some demiurge detective doodles

[loservilleinspace]

wahtsup guys im. curentlyyyy avoiding my homework yet again. wanna see some of my cringetober art yes you do here ya go

[shinigamichan]

some dlc outfits revealed and and theres no jimmy urine in sight.......

they’re trolling me why would I want the sexy rider suit in any color but pink. release jimmy I miss him

[meowlimit]

[hijackmac]

MORE OF THAT CULT OF THE LAMB AU WITH JOSE IN IT.. Doodled more of him to finalize his design in this au since pretty much the game entirely consists of funny cute looking fella but oh fuck eldritch horrors!!! (Average L Corp behavior too, misleading cute artstyle to reveal the horrors) I GOT LAZY NEAR THE END SINCE THE ENTIRE FULLBODY DRAWING TOOK ME HOURS ON END. BUT AAAGH

[woundedoves]

teacher al haitham & kaveh x bottom gn!student reader

tags: teacher student sex, semi public, car sex (kinda)

a/n: sorry for the sloppy format this is literally a word vomit bc i got so horny… erm!

MDNI!

your teacher Al haitham who’s just a little bit too touchy with you, a bit too attentive, his gaze lingers a bit too long than acceptable, who thinks about bending you over and rutting into you slowly while he makes you solve the exam questions a little too much.

he stops you as you reach the gates of your school, says that he forgot to give you your project back to get your irritating friends away so he can have you all to himself. you agree naively and tell your friends to not wait for you as you follow your teacher to his car; are you doing that on purpose? being so gullible, so blind to see how he looks at you?

he’s thankful that he was able to find such a secluded place, only one other car is parked a few slots away. you help him open the trunk of his car and look up at him with confusion; your voice gets caught in your throat as you let out a small gasp when he grasps the hem of your bottoms with one hand and bends you over with another. you flail your arms but its no use, those muscles aren’t for show it turns out.

“be good for me and I’ll make you feel good in return.” he breathes out as you hear his belt being undone, pants unzipping and jumping a bit when his erection hits your plush ass; making him hiss. you want to fight back, say you don’t want this, say that you’ll tell everyone what he did and yet you know that’s not what you want to do. it’s not a coincidence that you look the most ‘cute’ when your english teacher Al haitham has a lecture that day. no coincidence how you basically eye fuck the man while he’s writing something on the board that you don’t care about, you only want to feel those muscles flex and hear him groan while he fucks into you; you feel your ego shoot up as he murmurs about how cute your tight little hole looks just for him.

you whine pathetically as you wiggle your ass subtly as you can, which earns a hiss from him a throb from your own sex. you hide your face in your arms as his hands roam around and squeeze your hips; your voice comes out soft and muffled when you do speak. “I’ll be quiet, I’ll be a good student, sir.” you smirk when you feel his cock throb against your ass and shiver when you feel his finger that’s coated in his own spit slowly enter you. he quickly adds in a second finger as you feel your hole burn so good with the stretch; letting out the most whorish moan as his fingers leave your hole and you feel his tip enter.

you hear him groan as he finally bottoms out, letting out a whimper of your own as he immediately starts bouncing your ass on his cock. you feel your hole tighten with every thrust, his hips slamming into you so fucking harsh it has your legs shaking and moaning his name between shaky breaths. you whine as you feel him slow down, turning your head back to look at him only to see your art teacher Kaveh approaching. panic bubbles in your chest as your eyes widen but Al haitham looks ver nonchalant, as if he was expecting Kaveh…?

“a parking lot al haitham? couldn’t you at least get them inside the car first?” he sighs as he puts his hands on his waist, al haitham doesn’t change his expression one bit as he speaks so nonchalantly: “will whining be more pleasure than cumming down their throat for you? if so be my guest.” kaveh rolls his eyes as he undoes his own belt, “yeah yeah shut up and let me sit on the trunk already.” you think you hear a hmph as al haitham, arm snakes around your tummy and he pulls your upper body up; kaveh now sitting on the trunk where your head was, his cock already out and semi-hard. you know you should say something but fuck kaveh’s cock is so pretty, al haitham’s cock burns so good and you just want to enjoy the fact that you get to fuck the prettiest teachers in your school, okay?

you lick your lips as al haitham releases his hold on your tummy and his hands find your hips again; watching as you stroke the base of kaveh’s cock and enveloping it with your mouth in one go. you hear kaveh whine as he feels you moan around his cock while al haitham starts his brutal pace again. soft whines, grunts and slick sounds of skin against skin are heard as you feel your hole tighten around al haitham’s dick while your nails are digging into kaveh’s thighs as you suck his pretty cock dry. you feel kaveh’s hands on either side of your head to keep it in place as he starts thrusting into your mouth.

your eyes roll back as kaveh breathlessly moans about how warm your mouth and how tight your throat is while you feel al haitham’s pre cum coat your insides as he takes your wrists and pulls them onto your back; steadying himself with one hand as he holds onto them and getting even deeper into your hole, making you feel every inch of that fuckin’ cock that you just knew was big.

“fuck— im gonna cum, im gonna cum down your throat, okay?” you whine around kaveh’s cock as you feel al haitham’s thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing uneven and his nails digging into your wrists.

your whole body goes still and you can feel tears streaming down your face as you finally cum together with both of them; kaveh cumming down your throat with a loud groan as al haitham gives you a few quick thrusts and cums inside, sucking in a breath when he feels your hole tighten around his dick.

kaveh pulls out his cock out of your mouth as he gently holds your face to kiss you, which makes you gasp softly that derails into a whine as al haitham slowly pulls out. they aren’t even done with you yet.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Deal Breaker

Trans!Santiago Garcia X GN!Reader • Rating: PG  Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Written for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024! (Super late, but this is for the 'coming out' theme, thank you for letting me post it so late💚) This is super self-indulgent and just like *dreamy sigh* what would be the nicest reaction someone would have to someone else telling them they're trans.

Summary: Santi has something to tell you.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, Santi being anxious, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1014

Santi paced back and forth outside of your house, practically wearing a groove into the pavement. (And trying not to walk into the lamp post again.) 

He’d been there for over ten minutes, trying his best to work up enough nerve to knock on your door. 

You’d been on one date, a chill one. Just a drink and cake at a little coffee shop he’d recommended. (Or, more correctly, Will had recommended and Santi had taken credit for.) You’d both ended up staying there talking for almost four hours. 

You've been messaging everyday, joking, sending voice notes, videos and pictures. Everything was going great. He liked you. A lot. 

And now he was going to fuck it all up. 

“Hi, just wanted to let you know…” He muttered under his breath, repeating what he was going to say, what he needed to say. “I just thought you should know… you know… before this gets any further, not that things have to get further, I mean… I want to say I like you and I’m… I’m…” 

“Santi?” 

He jumps, visibly jumps, his eyes wide like a rabbit startled by headlights. 

You find it quite endearing the way he looks at you, a bright panic. You’d just been grabbing some last minute bits and pieces and your local corner shop for the meal you were making together tonight. 

“Trans!” Santi says a little too loud. 

“What?” 

“Erm…”

“Trains?” 

“No.” 

“What did you say?”

He pauses, biting his bottom lip. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. “Trans.” He says very softly, closing his eyes for a second. This was not how it was meant to go. “I’m… I wanted to tell you before… I really like you and… you should know… I’m, I’m trans. I’m a trans man.” 

He looks up at you, ready to see disgust. Rejection. 

Instead you smile warmly and nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” You point to your front door, “you wanna go inside?” 

He pauses, staring at you for a long moment as his brain tries to and two and two together but keeps getting minus seven. “I… erm… inside?” 

“For the food, the meal date? We were gonna cook together?” You say politely, mistaking his confusion.

“You, you still want to… go out with me?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out so softly, so small. 

It’s your turn to pause and truly absorb what he said. Your eyes widening as realisation dawns. “Oh, of course! Santi, fuck, sorry,” you put you hand on his arm and squeeze reassuringly. “It’s not a problem for me that you're trans, no problem at all. Doesn’t affect anything. I really like you too.” 

He gives you a brilliant smile, all of his nervous energy outpouring as relief washes over. 

He nods and walks with you as you both move towards the door, taking your shopping bag for you as you fish out your keys. 

“Do you, erm,” he pauses for a second to take off his shoes as you do the same, “do you have any… questions?” 

You turn away just to shut the door before you look back at him. “Questions?” 

“Yeah… about the trans stuff.” He shakes his head, trying to sound more assertive. Fuck, being shot at was always easier than this. “I mean, me being trans.” 

“Do you usually get questions?” 

He nods. 

You pause, thinking it over for a second. “Do you want me to ask questions?” You say sincerely. 

He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “You know, no one's ever asked that before.” 

You smile back.

“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he nods, “questions would be good actually. Normal.” 

You laugh good naturedly, “kay,” you make your way to the kitchen, pointing out the different rooms as you go. 

“Your house is really nice.” 

“Thank you.” 

“And thank you for, well, being so… for being normal about how I blurted it out outside, usually I’m a bit more together.” He says, a touch of bashfulness in his tone. 

“Are people usually not normal? Wait, that’s a numb as fuck question.”

Santi laughs as you pull a face. “A lot of people are very normal about it,” he smiles, “but I don’t tell a lot of people.” 

You nod as you start to unpack your bag, Santi jumps in to help. “So, when did you transition?” 

“Well,” he takes a deep breath. “I know it’s a cliche but I kind of always knew, you know?” 

“Not cliche, just a common experience.” You smile and nudge your shoulder into his. 

He grins. “Started ‘dressing like a boy’ when I was 15, but it wasn’t until I was 18 and out of the house that I changed my name and stuff.” 

You nod. 

“Been on T for a long time now. Managed to get top surgery when I was 24.” He pauses, “sorry, I’m word vomiting all over the place here and-”

“Hey,” you smile warmly, taking his hands, there’s a slight tremor to them. You rub your fingers over his skin reassuringly. “It’s good, great. Not oversharing, thank you for wanting to share with me.” 

He returned the expression a little shyly, “thanks, I just…” He screws up his eyes and sighs, “need to overshare one more thing.” 

“Go ahead.” You give his hands a soft squeeze.

“I’m, I haven’t had bottom surgery.” He swallows, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know if that’s a deal breaker for you, I understand if it is.” 

You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Not a problem.” 

He opens his eyes quickly, looking at you like you painted every pink sunset cloud in the sky, before he presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “Thank you.” He mutters, stroking your cheek and kissing you again. 

He slowly steps closer, pressing flush against you and snaking his right hand to rest on your hip, giving him all the leverage he needs to gently press you back against the counter top and slip his tongue into your mouth. 

It is a long time before the half unpacked groceries are remembered. 

Thank you for reading!

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