#hehe thank for ask

[spaceheatie]

imagine pinkie wearing this top:

imagined :D the outfit is super fun on her!!

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

[upathosarts]

Ooh for the artist asks can you tell us 9, 11, and 22? 👀

9. What are you currently trying to improve?

hmm well I've been trying to figure out what's up with legs???? Their shapes are so weird to me. And also trying to understand face shapes better for shading

11. Favourite comment you’ve ever recieved on your work?

idk if this question is meant to be asking about a specific comment but I love it so much when people say my shapes are good. I am going to get a good grade in shapes which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

Otherwise its definitely when someone commented "hrgh big peets" on one of my kipos.

22. When is your prime time to work on your art?

I definitely feel like I draw best when its past 11pm for whatever reason. My sleep schedule is not great.

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[beescake]

I am back bcuz the pantswap (?) post is just augh im sorry but they r butch ladies in that 1

if they were girls i would die

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[weekly-eons]

I think you're cool :)

Thank you!

[hellsitegenetics]

not an ask, really, just a happy comment that i love this blog. every time i see it come up, it feels like some sort of “spin the wheel, win a prize” and i wait to see what creature the prize is this time.

oh look! you got a moth!

oooo, nice! you scored a bird species!

String identified: t a a, a, t a a ct tat t g. t t c , t t “ t , a ” a at t at cat t t t.

! gt a t!

, c! c a c!

Closest match: Hoplodrina ambigua genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Vine's Rustic

(image source)

[maxlarens]

Oscar + 2 🥺

2) running fingers through hair

You’ve been blurring lines lately.

Crossing boundaries that exist to keep you and Oscar as what you’re supposed to be— friends, roommates. Not whatever thing it is you’re both play acting as right now.

It’s not on purpose. It’s like the two of you just slip into it. Like, he calls you in for dinner and sets plates down and you eat facing each other like you’re a family. Like, you have to find him in the flat every time you get home to say hello and give him a hug. Like, your shoes are set next to each other at the door.

Lately, you’ve been watching TV together. You put the news on after dinner out of habit from the years living with your mum. Also out of habit, Oscar sits next to you on the couch. He starts on the opposite side, but your couch isn’t that big and your flat is cold. It’s not on purpose, but you always end up piled on top of each other.

Tonight, somehow, Oscar has slipped into your lap. His long limbs stretch down the length of the couch and his head rests on the blanket covering your thighs. He’s turned away from you, facing the TV and you’re staring. At the back of his neck, the freckles and moles there, his honey brown hair.

You don’t think about it, not really, as you gently draw a pattern between the moles on his neck. You feel him press back into you, ever so slightly. Your fingers drift into his hair, nails dragging lightly through the strands on the nape of his neck.

“That’s nice,” he mutters.

You hum, fingers drifting further up. Deeper into thick of his hair on the top of his head. Softly, you brush through his swoop of a fringe, scratching at his forehead.

He presses into your hand like a cat asking for pets. You laugh quietly, fondly at him and you don’t think about all of the lines you’re crossing.

[qiornono]

could we get fugio angst? just for sillyness :3

an excerpt from “the war of vaslav nijinsky,” by frank bidart. featuring phf fugio. just for sillys :)

[nedeii]

Yay! It's been like two years :'), but my commissions are currently open! The slots are limited, please do take a look if you're interested:

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[wtfforged]

5 gay people looking at eachother

og screenshot

[jackshiccup]

Omg, you bound a fanfic? Can we see the finished project? It must be beautiful!

hello hehe yes i did :) i was only going to show friends but i guess this is a good excuse to post pictures of it 🫶🏽

it’s my first ever hardcover bind so i was prepared to make a lot of silly little mistakes and this one definitely does, but i love how it turned out still, i think she’s so cute .. i’m also just happy to finish a personal project that took up so much time to make 🥹

anyways, enjoy the pics and most importantly: stream otnwas on ao3 and youtube teehee🤞🏽❄️!

[somerandomdudelmao]

It’s a really simple detail but something I noticed on a reread, it’s kinda sweet how Holly always goes to Ward to change back and even uses his hair specifically to make a new bracelet, even though Oscars longer hair would probably be easier to weave.

And while it’s not always effective, Ward makes a consistent effort to be honest with Holly and take their feelings into account. Usually by telling Oscar to knock it off and taking the time to explain earth stuff.

Even when Ward does snap at Holly, he’s very quick to reel it back in and apologize. Given the horrific amount of stress Wards under that’s pretty impressive self control. We all joke about Ward being the most freaked out but honestly? He’s really levelheaded and much quicker to recover than I think any average person could manage in the same circumstances

He's the only sane dude in the company of a person with amputated emotions and a person who just thinks he's immortal haha. He's doing the best he can.

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[2aceofspades]

Ohh #25 leo and raph :0

I love these things hehe

25.) "I know you have no reason to trust me. But please... I'm asking you to anyway."

TW: Eye Strain/Bright Colors, Blood/Injury

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