#festive requests

[sunlessveils]

Hello 👉👈 if you're still accepting art requests can I ask for a drawing of Hiram? His outfit reference is in this post, other than that he always wears a red ribbon (it's in my sideblog's pfp). For the gift, roses are his favourite flowers✨️

Here he is! I hope I got his colours right :)

[liquidcrystalsky]

Idk if this is even a possible request but you inow the new banners for grandfest. I would really like a high quality vector and or png from like the game to actually get it printed and put on my wall. Again idk if this even possible but i love ur page and wanted to try.

I absolutely love these posters, they really feel like things you'd find in real life leading up to an event, plastered on a wall of a subway or something. The banners are so cute by having all the chaarcter designs.

These are the highest quality available sadly

[onlymingyus]

I've Won (Peachy Fall Festival Drabble)

cw; smut -- choi seungcheol x f!reader

written for @horanghater as part of my Peachy Fall Festival for my Peaches on Patreon

Running his fingers through his bleach blonde hair, Seungcheol smirks at you as he kicks the door shut behind him. He had just caught his breath from escaping the crowd and being congratulated again and again after his win. His car had been hot, the track scorching, and the crowd claustrophobic.

But now he was here with you. You didn’t look like you belonged on a race track. You never did but that was why he loved you so much. That’s why Seungcheol loved this part so much. You were like fresh rain on his touched starved skin when you moved into his arms, letting him kiss you.

“Congratulations, Cheol.”

Shaking his head, Seugcheol smiles against your lips as he runs his hands under your ass to grip at your thighs, causing you to squeal when he lifts you suddenly. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you smile against his lips, feeling the wall against your back, allowing Seungcheol to press his body tightly against yours.

“Thank you, baby. I’m here to collect my prize.”

Laughing playfully, you lean your head back, feeling Seungcheol’s lips bruising your jaw, his cock hardening, pressed between your legs.

“I thought you won a trophy?”

Nipping at your skin, Seungcheol growls at your words when you tease him. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He was full of adrenaline from being trapped in his car for so long, thinking of you and all he would do to you once he had won. Now he had you right where he wanted you.

“All I want is you. All I need is to be inside of you.”

Your nails running along his shoulders, the material of his tight shirt leaving little to your imagination, all you can manage is to moan his name when you fell Seungcheol slipped his fingers between your legs. His lips spread into a smirk against your jaw at the sound when he plays with the button of your jeans before popping them open.

“Now I feel like I’ve won something.”

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[undyingpeculiarity]

Digital art once again filling me with deep white hot rage (Sorry for all the drarry these boys are once again living rent free in my mind palace)

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - Jackets, Part Two

For @just-misha-and-castiel.

More: One Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

[aaauwiaiauuakaa]

✦ Many years ago, on a starry night,

an old friend drove to the moon... 𓏵

Credits !⠀✦⠀PSD + some transparents : @praysia / @doveish ⠀

Requests: closed ﹏ inbox [link]: 0/3

Coin fight info! [Link] Team Villain.

𐔌 ask game ! ✦ 🧟‍♀️ – for a random fact about me ﹏ ✦ 🎼 – for lyrics of a zong i like ﹏ ✦ 🐈‍��� – for hcs of a character i id with ! ﹏ ✦ ❄️ – for a character i love/kin ..

Personal acc :: @zombmelukitty ﹏ more accs futurely !

Abt me & + under the cut !!

𐔌 　　｡　　　amaru¹ㅤㅤ﹒ㅤㅤcirino²ㅤㅤ﹒ㅤㅤelynas³

　　　 ＞＜　　she⠀╱⠀they⠀ ⠀｡⠀⠀nounself⠀ ⠀+⠀ ⠀neos

➜⠀⠀s/z tq⠀(ask4translation)ㅤi switch from 1st-3rd pov⠀﹗

꒦꒷ Amaru is a singlet but sometimes they use we/us

　　　　 ⪩　　 ◞　 　req rules

　　be polite ⠀﹗⠀( NOT "[char] tumblr lay" )

　　　use please n thank u⠀﹗

Specify measures -> "[char] twt icons" not "[char] pfps"

Amaru can decline any req w/ or w/o explanation .

　　☆　 ﹒ 　what they make⠀﹗

　　　ᵔ∇ᵔ　graphics﹐　replycons﹐　psds

　　 ◖　seperated icons and / or headers

　　　ᐢᗜᐢ　layouts　( tumblr, twt, discord )

　 　◖　gif packs﹐　moodboards

　　　　　˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 　 ﹒ 　they　 ♡　 editing

　⠀reverse1999⠀,⠀pjsk⠀,⠀bandori⠀,⠀dunmeshi⠀+⠀other rhythm⠀/⠀gacha⠀/⠀anime media　⠀＞∇＜

　　 ᐢ◞ ◟ᐢ 　﹒ 　they　 h8 　editing

　　　irl ppl⠀,⠀problematic media⠀,⠀dark content⠀, ⠀most vivziepop media⠀,⠀some ships⠀,⠀hoyoverse⠀games⠀.

𖥔 . byi & dni

dni if in basic dni⠀,⠀darkshipper⠀,⠀support problematic creators⠀,⠀pro-israel⠀,⠀thinkz being from israel=pro-israel and so on⠀,⠀toxic fans of anything⠀,⠀anti good faith entities⠀,⠀(PRO) ENDOGENIG 'SYSTEMS'⠀.

Byi⠀,⠀Amaru is a self.cest shipper [and no⠀,⠀not incest/pedof1l14/etc .] ⠀)) most her personal views will stay private as they dont want to be involved in any unnecessary drama .

[elemmeno-p]

@princeasimdiya12

My man was super thoughtful n thorough

ANYWAY

(Not good... and embarrasingggggg)

[putting-pomni-in-places]

Put Pomni (maybe) enjoying the cherry blossom festival in Washington DC

She IS enjoying it

[faithinlouisfuture]

the mic pack twist ⌛️

[kpopstages]

Yeri ♡ Psycho Gangnam Festival 201018 for Anon

[aphroditeslover11]

I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed

Jonathon Crane x Reader

Sorry, this took me a while and it's pretty out of character but it was fun to write. I usually write in second person but did this for a change. It's based on another 'Love Actually' quote as well, because why not?!

Requests are still open so please ask. I do a lot of music related stuff, so the Christmas season is manic but the bulk of my work is over now, so I should be able to get back to writing now!

Love you all, thanks for reading and please interact! 💜

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, talk of divorce, age gap, cheesy fluff

There had always been something about Jonathon Crane. He was my dad’s best friend, a psychopharmacologist that worked closely with him. When I was younger he had been my first port of call whenever I needed advice, I had stayed with him when my parents were going through a messy divorce and he had always been a shoulder to cry on. When he realised the true extent of my problems he had offered me counselling and when I refused because I didn’t want my parents to find out he had offered it to me for free. There was very little left about me that I didn’t know. In turn, he had told me a lot about himself - the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his father and stories about the time that he spent working at the asylum. 

Everything changed when the divorce was over though. I went to lie with my mum full time and never saw him anymore, I texted him a lot to start with but my need to communicate diminished the longer we were apart. Then I hit the age of 18 and finished my exams, passing with flying colours and choosing to go and study at university. I turned 19 the autumn that I moved away and everything finally felt as if it was in the past. My parents were no longer as big a part of my life as they once had been, therefore neither was Jonathon.

It was the first December since I had left my mum’s house, I had decided that I was going to spend Christmas with my dad - just a quiet one the pair of after I hadn’t seen him for so long. I had left halls earlier in the month and returned home. I didn’t have a job here or anything so I had to spend the lead-up to Christmas in the house on my own whilst my dad was still working. It was three days before Christmas and I had gone out to do the massive food shop that always comes with the season, I was just unpacking the bags when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was probably somebody delivering a parcel, but was happily surprised when I opened it to find Crane. From the look on his face he was feeling the same.

“Jonathon, my god, I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?” I moved to allow him to come inside.

“I’m not too bad, how about you? My god you look so different now.” It was then that I spotted a gash on the side of his face, grooving across his perfect cheekbone.

“What happened, are you alright?” He looked bemused for a moment before reaching a hand to his face, there was blood still on it when he took it away.

“Oh, that… It was one of the patients at Arkham, had a break when I was in a room along with him. I’m fine, honestly.”

“At least let me get you something to patch it up with. You’re bleeding.” He looked a little awkward, only agreeing when he realised that I was worried about him. He probably hated the idea of upsetting me after everything we had discussed over the weekend.

A few minutes later I had found him a plaster, putting the kettle on for a cup of tea and sitting down at the kitchen table to catch up. He was interested in my studies, very apologetic about the divorce and assured you that if I needed anything whilst I was in town he was just a call away. I found out that he had moved up in the world, now the psychology lead at Arkham and lecturing part time at the university as well. He had left not too long later, but only after I had asked him to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner. It would be like old time, spending an evening with him and my Dad, probably watching die hard and laughing at them when they drank a glass too many of scotch. 

~

Christmas Eve arrived, and with it came a small disaster. My dad had been called away for work urgently and was going to be away over Christmas, meaning that I was left to spend it alone. The dinner had been cancelled and with it all of my company for the festive season. I wasn’t planning on celebrating now, moping around and making a ready meal before settling down to watch ‘The Holiday’ with a glass of wine. I had just made myself comfortable when there was a knock on the door. “For fuck’s sake,” I thought, “I just want to get this bloody depressing evening over with.”

I answered the door, with a scowl, only to find my spurned dinner guest behind it.

“Jonathon, I thought I told you that Dad was away over Christmas, I cancelled dinner and everything.”

“I got your message. I was going to be alone for Christmas Eve as well, so I figured that we could be alone together, or something like that. Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve booked a place. I want this evening to be easy for you, just relax, God knows that you deserve after the last few years.” 

It was then that I realised he was wearing a suit - a nicely tailored navy blue rather than the somewhat stuffy ones that he wore for work. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers, which he seemed to have forgotten.

“Jon, you brought me flowers?” He thrust them forwards then. “White roses, my…”

“…Your favourite.” He awkwardly interrupted, finishing my sentence. I gestured him inside, going to put the flowers in a vase.

“I’ll go and get ready then, make yourself at home and I’ll be as fast as I can.”

~

Half an hour later I was down the stair in a black dress and heels, hair haphazardly pinned up in a tumble of curls and makeup done. Jonathon emerged from the lounge, taking his coat off the peg and getting ready to go.

“Shall we then, the restaurant isn’t far so I thought we could walk.”

He was right, it wasn’t far at all and we were soon seated at a table. This place was more expensive than I was used to and we were half way through the main when I mentioned it.

“I’m not sure I can half this bill with you Jon, I’m a broke student.” He just chuckled good-naturedly in response.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me. It’s Christmas and I thought it would be a nice treat for both of us.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive, since the new job I’ve been making a little more than I can spend on myself without feeling guilty.”

“How’s it going? Do you enjoy working at Arkham? And you lecture as well, right?” He hesitated before responding.

“I like my work at the asylum, it’s fascinating and there is such a rich body of patients to observe. Lecturing I don’t like quite so much, my students are a pain, none of them actually seem interested in the subject. If an assignment is handed in on time it’s a novelty for me. How are you finding university?”

“I can’t say I’m loving it, I haven’t made many friends really and the lecturers are a bit dull. I just wish that there was someone there I knew, that I could talk to.”

“Give it a bit more time, but if things aren’t working out you could always transfer to Gotham. It’s not the safest place in the world, or cheap, but the university is good. I can put a word in if you like, you can even stay with me for a while, give you a chance to get on your feet.”

“That’s really kind of you Jon, I’ll definitely think about it.”

At the end of the evening Jonathon paid as he had promised, refusing to even let me see the bill. When we stood from our seats he held out his coat to me, helping me to slip my arms through the too-long sleeves.

“Here, you’ll need it more than me.”

“Are you sure you won’t be cold.”

“I’ll be fine.” He proffered an arm to me as well, which he didn’t on the way there. He could tell I wasn’t used to this sort of treatment, but he had become more instinctually protective as the evening went on and couldn’t help himself.

“You’ve had a few glasses of wine, I want to make sure that you’re steady. Can’t have you falling on the way back.” I slipped my hand through the crook of his left elbow, automatically bringing me closer to his warm body. 

“You know, you are so much more grown up than when I last met you. You were a girl when you left and came back a well-rounded, compassionate woman. You should be proud of yourself for how you’ve turned out.”

“Well, you haven’t changed at all Dr Crane. Always were and still are wonderful to me.”

The little exchanged stopped shortly after that and we carried on the walk in comfortable silence. A small amount of snow had started to dust the ground, starting to visibly settle just as we reached the front door.  I stopped to retrieve the key out of my bag and fumbled with the lock before Jon put his hand on mine, stopping me. He looked up, signalling me to do the same. Above us a single sprig of mistletoe was hung on the doorframe.

“It would be a shame to waste the opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Are you sure? I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to, but you’re my dad’s best friend. Are you sure it isn’t wrong?”

“Well, I want to kiss you and you want to be kissed, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I suppose.”

“Well then, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed.”

With that I reached up to him, bringing my lips to his in a passionate yet gentle kiss as he engulfed me in his arms. At that moment I could tell that, despite what I had originally thought, this was going to be a truly magical Christmas.

[sunlessveils]

From @house-of-mirrors may I request art for feast of the rose? Here is a post about my oc Orsinio which has pictures for reference <3 thank you so much for doing this!

Here you are! Sorry he took a little longer I hope he likes the cape!

[liquidcrystalsky]

Once you get time after the Festival, could you get Octavio’s new poster out?

we've got a bunch of posters all in one!

very nice

[onlymingyus]

The Selfie (Peachy Fall Festival Drabble)

cw; smut - dokyeom x f!reader

written for B one of my Peaches as part of my Peachy Fall Festival for my Peaches on Patreon

“You didn’t like the selfie?” 

Dokyeom’s voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom as you lay across the bed, pouting at your phone at his question. Of course, you liked the selfie. That was a silly question. You had just liked it too much. 

When you don’t answer right away, Dokyeom pushes the water from his face and glances around the door frame to look at you on the bed. He had just wanted to let you know what he had done with his friends and you had sent back some cute mad emoji. Now he was starting to wonder if he was actually in trouble, though he couldn’t understand why. 

“What did I do? I think I looked pretty cute and Minghao wanted to say hi.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend before turning your eyes away from him. The sound of the water turning off keeps your attention even as Dokyeom grabs a towel, drying off his face and works his way into the room. His eyes moved over the length of your body as you lay on your stomach, your ankles crossed near the headboard. 

“Talk to me, Princess. You want me to not send selfies when I’m out with the guys anymore?” 

Whining out a sound that showed it wasn’t what you wanted at all, you kick your legs in your tantrum, causing Dokyeom to laugh and move closer to the bed until he can sit beside you on it. His fingers trail along your bare leg up to his loose shirt that you had chosen to wear to bed, which rests just under the swell of your ass. He loved when you wore his clothes and then your delicate lacy things under them, like you were tonight. 

“Of course I want the selfies, Dokyeom. Don’t be silly. You just took so hot in the photo and you don’t even get it. I was flustered all evening and now it’s like one in the morning. I couldn’t exactly beg you to come home and..” 

Your words trail off, Dokyeom’s brows lifting, wanting you to continue. He loved that he had made you flustered. He hadn’t even meant to. He had just gotten out of the pool, changed back into his clothes and sat down next to Minghao. It wasn’t like he even put on a sexy face for you and yet here you were, all hot and bothered. 

“And what? What did you want me to do? Is it too late to do that thing now?”

Pouting you wiggle from his fingers like he is being fresh with you, despite having touched you many times before. Dokyeom watches a smirk play at your lips as he scoffs at your actions. His fingers fall to the bed instead of walking towards the end of the lace that frames your ass. 

“It might be too late. We can get noise complaints after midnight again.” 

Shrugging, Dokyeom turns his hand over to run his fingers along your leg once again. He watches how you bite your bottom lip when he dips his middle finger between your legs, pressing it to the lace covering your already wet pussy. You couldn’t hide how much you wanted him. 

“I can handle a few noise complaints. You liked the picture that much?” 

A soft, squealing moan slips from your lips as Dokyeom hooks his finger under your panties pulling them from your folds so he can touch your skin with his own as he waits for your answer. His eyes were moving between what was happening between your legs and your face as you nodded. 

"Yeah, but I didn’t want to ask you to leave your friends just to come home for me.” 

Shaking his head, Dokyeom’s tongue trails his lips before he lets out a breathy groan at his words. 

“I’d cancel plans with them for you. I’d tell them exactly why, too. Sorry guys, I can’t go out today. I have to stay home and fuck my girlfriend instead.” 

You laugh but Dokyeom just smirks, his hand sliding back along your inner thigh as you arch your hips off the bed, wanting more of his touch. 

“I’m serious…  and none of them would question me. They’d just be jealous they couldn’t have you.”

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[touhoutunes]

Title: 悪魔の寝顔は聖女のように (The Devil's Sleeping Face is Like that of a Saint's)

Arrangement: ARA

Album: Witches' Pillow

Circle: 趣味工房にんじんわいん

Original: The Centennial Festival for Magical Girls

[yourfavealbumisgender]

The Normal Album by Will Wood is Transmasc and Pansexual!

requested by @silly-transboy