#eyelashes fluttering and all

[tinartss]

scheming

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[fiendishartist2]

hauling ass

[chiefcroissantdeanbanana]

knocks on your door

hi. would you like to hear our lord and savior william from lovebrush chronic–

door slam

[khaosrealms]

could you write a smoke request? i don't have that much creativity for a long scenario but it could be during his and f!reader's wedding night; if you want to turn this into a smut, feel free!

CRESCENT’S CARESS (nsfw content!) / SMOKE X FEMALE!READER

a/n: i certainly can write it, because it is the first smoke request i’ve received and i am positively thrilled to answer it! thank you very much 🩶 as a warning, again before reading: this piece contains NSFW content.

There's nothing in this world that could take his eyes off of you. Tomas is certain the second he does that this world, having gifted him nothing but its loss, would rip him away from you. His love, his beloved, the sharer of his heart, now vowed and wed together. Every kiss almost seeming to beg against your lips to remain there with him. The warmth of his hands melting into your flesh, your hips, your waist, any part of you he could touch. And when you finally part from Tomas' lips, the stain of your painted lips across his, he's desperate to return. Every ounce and piece of his adoration for you he could possibly show drowning in his eyes.

"I need to breathe, Tomas." Yet you are smiling, and as he watches it push a chuckle out of you, he can't help but smile himself. His body heat melding into your own as he holds you within his grasp. "One more, my love-- just one more." So another kiss you allow Tomas and he divulges in your lenience. Tangling his fingers through your hair, unraveling carefully, with each second of the more than one kiss he gifts you, the pins and jewelry covering your head. "One more." He whispers, pressing his lips to your neck; coaxing each piece of your phoenix red dress off from your body. Smiling as you do the same for him, tracing the gold embroidered details over his chest. The lovely red fabric slipping from his shoulders and waist the same hue of his skin beneath your palms. Pressed down against the fabric of your shared bed; gazing up with nothing but worship as you straddle him. Coated in candle light. The bruises of his lips illuminated in sweat on your neck and your own, of rose red, over the expanse of his sharp jaw. One, there, where the scar resides on his brow; another on the beauty mark on his cheek. Scattered all over his body where your lips may reach. Even then, both out of breath, Tomas can't stop smiling, and neither can you.

"If I said the words I wished to say---" "Yes, I would kiss you again, Tomas." You relish in the moment of peace that fills with your joined laughter. Waving cool air into your burning hot cheeks; only to be whisked away onto your back by Tomas. Using your moment of weakness to lay you down, pulling you into another willing, desperate kiss. This time, you can feel him every part of him; his weight, his skin against your own, his cock pressed against your inner thigh. Even now, tangled in your arms, begging and waiting for your permission. "Please." This time, you beg to him. This time, you forfeit everything to him-- your love, your beloved, the sharer of your heart. Pressing your hips against his own, running the length of his cock over your dripping cunt. "Please--- I need you, Tomas." Grasping him in your hand, dragging his head over your clit, coated in both his and your own slick. What resistance could Tomas offer? Nothing, to his love, this night-- you belong only to him and to you, he belongs. Your Smoke, your Tomas. "Anything for you."

[emwrcte]

alright I think most of my stuff ( not counting inbox ) is replied to, so! Putting a starter call out there! Specify the muse if ya like, length may vary, and I'll put something up or come into your inbox for plotting!

[smile-files]

also it occurs to me that i have a habit of constantly headcanoning characters to be jewish. i hope that isn't too annoying to anyone lol

[elizakai]

Every time I draw or think about human Dust sans he has to be trans masc and I simply do not make the rules.

[skyward-floored]

While wondering what longfics I should focus my attention on, I looked through my documents and found that old Wind possessed by Vaati fic I wrote on tumblr once that I was going to neaten up for ao3. Which I did this afternoon. Instead of focusing on any longfics.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57947656

So read the new and improved version if you like 👍

[freakmonster9000]

i need drawing & writing ideas. pleasseeeeplzplz feel free to share if u guys want to see something specific from me !!! Dx

[the-knife-consumer]

Koppapites...

[cowboyinternist]

been missing them

[gooopy]

LOOK AT MY SELF INSERT BOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cringe is dead i can do whatever i want FOREVER and that includes making a character to beat scout tf2 to death with my own two fists

[thegreatyin]

and i arbitrarily decided the scoundrel is cool

oh that is the one thing you should NOT do. do NOT tell them that. you have NO idea how awful their ego can get

[kindercelery]

Today, we shall be having a look at the tumblr user, Celery. Not to be confused with the bright green vegetable often served alongside hummus, Celery has a joyful appearance about them with long, dark brown hair and a large black item of clothing which upon it reads I caption I cannot see with my weak eyesight. A beaming smile upon their face and large, round eyes, they give a cheerful, friendly demeanour. If we take a further inspection, you may be able to spot the abundance of historical figures being the main topic of their artistry. predominantly Richard III of England. At this current day and age, Celery bears the difficult task of keeping Richard III safe from hostile beasts named anons. The winter shall be harsh and unrelenting for these two, but the warmth and silliness emanating from this kind soul will give them the strength to keep going.

(hehe)

Yes we will survive this winter!!!! Ger-uhn-teed!!!

(He thinks I’m deranged)

[dailykugisaki]

Day 129 | id in alt

Right after Fushiguro tells you what Itadori's final words are? Girl, do you have something you're not sharing with the class.