#gudes

[archiveofaffinities]

Times Square, Four-Decker lighted billboards and O.J. Gude Spectaculars, 1923

[random-brushstrokes]

Nils Gude (Norwegian, 1859–1908) - Moment of talk

[nemfrog]

"Typical geyser." Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. National Park Service. 1934.

Internet Archive

[eirene]

Fishing with a Harpoon, 1851

Hans Gude

[escapismsworld]

A Scene at Dusk in Norway

1853

Hans Gude (Norwegian, 1825–1903)

[littleeyesofpallas]

I was thinking about how i'd joked before about blond anime dragkings in the 90s having been a death sentence. But honestly there's only so many of those, and seemingly fewer and fewer in modern series... Where as the archetype that came about at the same time that really did get me down bad for the next decade+ was the tan skin, red (often messy) hair, big girl/muscle girl/sword girl/athlete. (with optional tomboy or feral personality)

(I'll admit a few of these I remembered differently in my head --either I remembered their skin being darker or hair being redder-- than what turned up once I started googling, but a few are definitely a conflict of in-game sprites vs official art, or having a more noticeably darker skin tone compared to the other characters in their respective show/game, but more light skinned looking on their own)

[a-willing-heart]

“Fjordlandskap fra Balestrand” (1848) by Hans Gude.

[smilingmxsk]

((as of today i've completed A.rcane season 1 >:)

I will be starting season 2 sooooon))

[regardingjenmish]

Also #LETBUCKFUCK

[illustratus]

Moonlight Landscape with Sleigh by Hans Gude

[mrsoharaa]

Ꮺ ❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝.

characters: Choso Kamo x Reader

content warnings: SMUT MDNI (+18 ONLY), fingering, begging, hair pulling, slight soft dom! Choso (if you squint I suppose??).

"Am I...am I doing this right baby?" Choso whispers almost inaudibly, almost embarrassed like, as his beautiful crooning eyes sweeps down to his fingers plunging in between your legs and swiftly back up into the overblown lust polished over your pretty irises. Takes you a minute to lull away from the fervent pleasure clashing through you between your legs to stare back up at him. Watching his adoring face contort in utter confusion and worry, smiling softly, you raise your hand to cup his cheek and bring his face down towards yours. Messily making out with him as his fingers continue to drive you into a deep, euphoric abyss.

His tongue would sweep and glide along yours hesitatingly, sloppily at first but quickly, instantly, smooths out to the hungry rhythm of your dancing muscle. Hums delightfully against your supple, warm lips as he closes his eyes in sheer satisfaction and enticement. Deepening and ascending his ravenous pace deep within your oozing, squelching canal.

Slightly breaking apart from the sloppy, heated kiss you fight your heavy eyes to peel open and hazily gaze up at the lust stricken sweetheart, peering down at you with such growing need and devotion. Your walls immediately clamp around his thick, long digits.

"Mm, you're d-doing s— fuck, so g-good for me Cho'— !" you spew out in between pants, hefty moans breaking out in between his rigorous thrusting, your hips instinctively bucking into his skillful digits. The sound of his rambled, steep groan reverberating through your ringing, sweltering ears.

Your hand on his cheek swindles into the side of his head into his sleek, dark tresses. Fingers messily wrangling through each soft strand as you whimper and flail around against his perfect momentum.

He takes absolute pride in the fact that you reassured him that he was tending to you oh so properly. Swells such burning honor and carnal desire deep within the depths of his wide, heaving chest.

Moans out gravelly as he feels your fingers tug into his silky hair, pulling him down back closer to you, as your heaving, warm breaths fan across his stimulated skin. His drowsed irises skim all over you hungrily, carefully studying the way you cling onto him for dear life, for his touch.

"N-need you baby—need you so b-bad!" you whine desperately, whirling and winding your twitching hips back against his prominent bulge pressed against the feeble fabric of his sweatpants.

He grumbles heavily to the sudden touch of your rear bumping back against him. Presses his torrid lips firmly against your forehead as he grinds his hips up against your voluptuous bottom.

"Yeah sweetheart? do you?" he finally heaves with a simple low whine, pressing his throbbing, clothed length against the supple touch of your lulling ass. Trailing his free hand to steadily clasp around your chin and jaw and guides your contorting face to meet his.

Immense weight of overbearing hunger and longing lingering in his piercing eyes.

"How bad do y-you want me? tell me how bad you want it sweet thing" he was becoming more confident, bolder. All while pressing mildly passionate kisses along your sweaty, sultry skin.

[archiveofaffinities]

Times Square, Gude's Canadian Club Ginger Ale Sign, New York, New York, 1909

[random-brushstrokes]

Hans Gude (Norwegian, 1825–1903) - Fresh breeze off the Norwegian coast

[catamaurrr-star]

episode 2 of putting random phrases my brain came up with onto my ocs

[burnedmi1k]

"cooked.”

2024. digital illustration. 12 in. x 9 in.

this is the first piece i created to kick off my summer break. i felt inspired to draw everyone's favorite lazy egg, gudetama!

[brasilbrasilbrasil]