#hehe thanks <33

[silvercap]

ough thats a lot of prompts woag. i would love to see what you think of with "pinned" or "buried" ? love to see a guy struggling with all his might but hopelessly trapped and in danger >:)

Ooohh absolutely 🤭 (for this prompt list)

Pinned/Buried

Leon can't breathe right. The first thing he's aware of when he swims shakily back to consciousness is how hard it is to suck in a full breath, entire ribcage aching when he tries. He groans, attempting to roll onto his side--only to cry out as his eyes fly open, ragged, excruciating pain shattering the dreamlike haze. It takes him a long time to focus, the slowly-building agony in his thigh making itself known at the same time as his left arm begins to throb, tingling like it's losing circulation. There's daylight pouring in from somewhere above him, autumn sunlight dappling a small sliver in the rock above him in vivid gold. He vaguely remembers that the weather had been nice before he and Piers' team had entered the underground laboratory, all rustling leaves and cool breezes. Speaking of, where is Piers?

It's then that he makes sense of the massive chunks of concrete pinning him in place, a glance downward revealing the spire of twisted rebar that plunges into the outside of his right thigh and keeps him from moving an inch in any direction. The rock it's protruding from is half leaning on Leon's chest and shoulder; not a huge piece of wreckage but still enough to make breathing hurt. His left arm--

Leon swallows down the urge to vomit, taking in the sight of his mangled left arm, hand pointing the wrong way and fingers crumpled like a wad of bloody notepaper, aching all the way from his upper arm to the tips of his nails. He whimpers. That can't be good, can it?

The sudden shriek of what can only be a licker freezes him in place, adrenaline flaring as he automatically tries to shoulder the piece of cement off of his body. It doesn't do much more than drive the metal spike even deeper into his leg, a stifled groan echoing around his small pocket of air. He blinks hazily as the world goes a fraction more out of focus, unable to do anything but stare up at the sky. The clouds are fluffy and white, like lines of sheep bobbing happily across the sky.

It's possible that he's hit his head, too.

The licker shrieks again, closer, Leon's muscles coiling as much as his broken body will allow as the thing peeks it's awful head over the edge of the nearest mound of rubble. It hisses, tasting the air with a long tongue, and Leon hopes against hope that it won't head in his direction. But of course it does, wicked claws scraping over crumbling stone as it creeps slowly down towards him.

Leon can't move a muscle.

[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.

[kodaiki]

can we get a bonus of y/n and sugurus convo after she visited him? please and ty:33

BONUS! y/n’s texts w suguru after their hangout

[ping-ski]

moon grilling a cheese in a frilly apron while looking directly at the camera and doing a big thumbs up 👍(the cheese is burnt to a crisp. It is naught but embers)

girl dinner robot dinner! <3

[weevmo]

Another Commission done for @sketchy-tour I loved doodling some Christmas Caroling! !

[briar-oses]

ok back on track with this baby au that unfortunately got wayyyy too long for under @ge's post... so sorry😞 (sorry if it's the wrong link also) so im moving it into a different post. honestly ge talking about it first just gave me the chance to explore this au (thank you ge!!!) that's been in my friendand i's head for a while now LOL shoutout to blue my bff

(maybe i should make a tag for this au now?)

with adoption came the responsibilities of a parent. altho tang bo and chung myung were already the little girl's parents by that point, they realized that they never really got to name her with anything. tang bo went on and mumbled about how stupid he was being to forget naming his now-child of all things and went full-on spaced out mode to think about possible names.

chung myung, holding the little energetic bundle in his arms, looked down when the said girl tapped him on the chin. his daughter (oh my god) babbles at him. quite the talker, she is. he then turns to look at her other father, who's in his own world and looks back at his babbling daughter.

chung myung huffs. definitely her father's daughter.

***

“Min-ji”

the little girl, currently being held by tang bo, stares at her father blankly. “You don't like that either? Alright.. how about Ha-eun?”, tang bo says, to the baby. said baby just drifts her attention off to some butterfly that passed by, reaching for it.

tang bo whines helplessly. “Hyung-niiiim! she's not liking anything!”, he complains. chung myung, training nearby, walks back to where tang bo and their daughter (the thought makes him feel warm? hm.) are staying, shielding themselves from the heat.

“She's a year old, Bo” chung myung made it a habit of not swearing or calling tang bo names whenever he's around with the baby. so he resorted to calling the other by his name often.

(the first time it happened, tang bo slipped. luckily he wasn't holding the baby at the time or chung myung would've beaten him to a pulp)

“She's a very picky one-year old.. she probably got that from hyung-nim”

chung myung huffs an amused breath. he is by no means picky but it's amusing how tang bo recently picked up a habit of relating the little girl's quirks to both their mannerisms.

We're not even blood-related, punk..!

chung myung sat beside tang bo once he's near. “What names did you come up with?”

“I already said Min-ji and Ha-eun... There's also Yu-jin, Jiah, Soo-ah...”

“That's too many!”

tang bo turns away, hiding the little girl as he shirks away from chung myung. “Is it my fault that I'm good at names! Hyung-nim can't possibly know how that fee.. I'm joking! Just joking!”

chung myung retracts his hand back. “Any other names?”

“Hm.. There's Min-ho.. Seo-joon.. Soo-ah....”, tang bo goes silent for a short while. “.. Maybe I did think of too many”

You think? You could name your entire set of daggers with all that

“What about you, hyung-nim? Maybe you thought of something”

chung myung hums, lost in thought as he stares at tang bo, and then to the face of the now drowsy little bundle of joy in tang bo's arms. chung myung reaches for the round cheek of their now-sleeping daughter, all soft and precious.

“Seo-ah”

tang bo watches, mesmerized, as his hyung-nim that's known to be all things brash and rough being so gentle towards a little girl that's not his own until just recently. his hyung-nim wears a smile so soft and rare, so unlike his usual mischievous ones that tang bo's mouth remains slightly open until chung myung notices his prolonged silence.

clearing his throat and backing away for some space, chung myung turns to look at the suddenly interesting floor of the training grounds.

tang bo, silent for a few more seconds until he lets out a soft chuckle. “Auspicious omen.. Tang Seo-ah...”, he says, turning to look at the sleeping girl— Seo-ah— in his arms.

“It's a great name, hyung-nim”

[kenslilove]

hi sweetie! I was wondering if I may request Draken? tia 🥰

draken, my beloved draken is such a daddy kink guy. Idc if it’s over done idc idcccc it’s TRU‼️ this man is a natural caretaker, the title daddy makes something in his brain twitch and tickle, flips something entirely. His eyes get darker, and get softer around the edges. His muscles get tense and yet he touches you so tenderly, cupping your supple skin, pulling your sweaty and twitchy body flush to his down as his cock sits nestled inside your pussy. Arousal leaks down between your ass and onto your thighs and you’d sob with how full he makes you had it not been for his thumb wedge between your lips. Instead all you can do is whine and whimper and murmur “daddy daddy daddy—“ as he rolls his hips

“Yea, daddy’s here baby. Turn that pretty little brain off for me and let daddy do all the work. Cmon, cum for me.”

send me a kink pookies 😋

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Thinking about how Suguru would propose…. I can’t imagine he’d make it a spectacle, I think he’d prefer something intimate. The idea of you proposing to him first is sort of funny. I think he’d be touched that you want to spend forever with him but I think he’d be a bit miffed that he couldn’t spoil you by proposing first.

rem 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 you want me dead . ohhhhhhhh soon-to-be husband sugu ..… how lovely you are………..

HE TAKES IT SOOOO SERIOUSLY. THIS CANNOT BE OVERSTATED . it’s literally life or death. he’s planning his speech, he’s making reservations at all your favorite places, he’s buying you the prettiest ring he can find. he needs everything to be perfect. and he’d 100% prefer something intimate!!!! probably wants to end the night with a walk under the moon :’)

but then … you propose. and all his plans fly out the window . he’s absolutely touched (definitely cries, i don’t make the rules this man is a closeted sap), overcome with love, but he’s also deeply offended. probably lets out a teary, slightly reprimanding laugh of ’you beat me to it!’ he could never be angry at you, especially not like this, but he really wanted to be the one to get down on one knee first…..

makes up for it by spoiling you relentlessly on your honeymoon <3 (he would’ve done that anyway.)

[beeguillotine]

Happy 100th Miriam Monday!!!!!

WOW... that is a LOT of Miriams!!! Here's all 100 so far, all together!!!!

What a wonderful time I've had so far!!! Thanks to everyone for all the support for this project.. it really truly brings me so much joy!! Here's to many more merry Miriam Mondays to come!!!!!!!

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[omppupiiras]

Draw cornpea in a cheese top (the top is yellow and has holes) 🧀 ?

uhoh, I hope nobody accidentally uses him as bait :O

(my inbox is open for corn pea kä ideas/prompts 💛💚)

[silvercap]

Could I get a drabble for 82. Vigil, pretty please?👉👈

Absolutelyyy 🥰 (for this prompt list)

Vigil

Leon won't wake up.

He's pale as a sheet under the small oxygen mask they'd managed to find in the desolated halls of the empty bio-research facility, skin sheened with sweat as he writhes against the gurney in his sleep. Every breath is a laboured wheeze that barely fogs the mask, flickering eyelids revealing bloodshot, glassy eyes as he groans and chokes on air.

They've holed up in an examination room just off of the main hallway, a grim-looking Piers placing the back of his bare hand against Leon's forehead with a wince.

"He's hotter," he says quietly to Chris, hazel eye creased with concern. "Did you get through to Jill?"

Chris shakes his head with a sigh. "Nothing but static. Nobody else is picking up either." He glances back at Leon, sick from whatever virus had been transferred through the bite mark on his wrist. Chris grits his teeth, squeezing Leon's clammy hand in a weak attempt at comfort as Leon makes a wounded sound and kicks a booted foot aimlessly at the end of the gurney. Piers hums.

"We saw the research for the cure in the other lab, right? If I go alone, I might be able to sneak past those... things," Piers suggests with a shudder, the sudden memory of liquefied, rotten flesh and broken mouths shrieking nonsensical words popping up in Chris's mind as he recalls the creatures lurking outside their half-heartedly barricaded shelter. Piers nods in determination. "You can stay here and keep watch, and if there's nothing there, I'll go for backup. Don't try to convince me not to, Chris, we have to do something."

Chris sighs again at being read so easily, nodding wearily. "Fine. Be careful, Piers." He settles his assault rifle in his lap as Piers gathers his things, offering a final nod as Piers slips silently out into the hallway. He can't deny he's worried about him, but Piers is right. He glances back at Leon, dismayed to see that a trail of blood has begun to ooze from a nostril, a pang running through his chest as he gently lifts the mask and swipes it away with a thumb. Leon's eyelids flutter slightlessly, and Chris plants his feet in place, one eye on the door and the other carefully monitoring Leon as he deteriorates before Chris's eyes.

He'll wait here as long as he has to.

[adrift-in-thyme]

For the ask game: nod :3

Warriors grits his teeth as sweat rolls down his forehead and trickles into his eyes, as the muscles in his arm twitch and his mind fills with pain signals, body crumbling beneath the assault of his existing wounds and the pressure of the Shadow’s weapon against his own.

But he can’t let go now, he can’t collapse, not with Legend kneeling behind him in a growing pool of blood; not with the echoes of his hoarse cry in his ears, the sickening sound of a blade slicing through soft flesh…the sight of the veteran falling in his stead.

“Hold on, Ledge,” he croaks as he catches sight of the hero in his peripheral vision, trembling hands pressed to his abdomen, eyes half-lidded and bright with pain, “just hang on buddy; we’re gonna get out of here.”

Legend doesn’t reply — the only sound that makes it out between his tightly closed lips is a groan — but he nods, a small quick movement that seems to cost him everything; and Warriors takes heart in the fact that, at least, he can manage that much.

[tunastime]

80 for spotify wrapped writing game!

hi midna!! long time no see!! so I know it's not target audience per se, but you got 24 by flor, and that's such a xisuma SEN (space au!) song that I had to make something for that, it overcame me. I don't know what happened. slight tw for injury!

(421 words)

Xisuma stands up.

The mirror beside him is still shattered down the side, large chunks of square plasti-glass scattered over the floor. Each of them is cracked in such a way that Xisuma’s marred face makes fractals when he looks through them—bits of eye, bits of bandage, bits of cheek and chin, bits of dull hair. He sweeps, collecting the shards into a small pile. The sink is still cracked, too, from the force. He sweeps to the edge of the bathroom, a long stretch of glass and dark red-brown blood, dried to a tack on the floor. It stretches from the point of impact (sink) to where Xisuma managed to pool the blood in his own hands, desperate for gauze (cabinet) and to where it dripped through his fingers (door).

He catches a second glimpse of himself in the shattered mirror—his face looks tired, eyes underlined with grey half-moons and his suit more rumpled than usual. It takes him a moment to look away. It’s like he’s not even looking at himself. Every picture he owns with his face in it, he’s a young captain—the youngest, they always said, not even 20 by the time he’d had his own ship—unmarred and bright-eyed and so different than what he is now. He supposes he expected to be the same, at least a bit, somehow. 

He scrapes dried blood from the floor. There’s movement in the hallway, around the corner, people passing in and out of rooms as they clean the ship. They’ve long since started their trip back at this point—tidying and fixing up broken parts for the ship to be reused, both by Xisuma himself and by any seconds in command at his stead when they return. Seconds. Right. Yeah. He’s not spoken to Doc since they lost Tango, has he?

Xisuma puts the broom down. He’d forgotten that, actually. Shame that is. That they’d not talked in a minute. It’s neither of their faults, really, just, with cleaning, and with the paperwork Doc had to fill out, for the arm, and the calibration, and telling Xisuma he’d talk to the Chief about everything, so that X didn't have to. Yeah. He’d just gotten so distracted trying to fix everything before their arrival next week, so it had just happened that way.

The shards get swept into the dust pan, and the contents dust pan disposed of in the trash chute. The bathroom looks dull, now, along with himself, sleek and grey and cold. Xisuma squares his shoulders.

It’s fine. At least the blood didn’t go into his eyes, right?

He takes up the broom and leaves the room, leaving the shattered mirror behind him. His visage disappears in chunks—shoulders, legs, neck, head.

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

[ssseriema]

just woke up from a dream that involved devotions, never drempt of LS before but apparently all that fan art seemed to alter my brain enough, good work everyone

that was me sneaking into your head (very sneakily) and then tripping and all of the devotions art i have saved falling out of my purse (not sneaky) and into your brain. wont happen again boss

[thedeadthree]

⚖️ 𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐘 -`. fo(tv) • 🥂 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 “𝐃𝐎𝐓” fo(tv)

🩺 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 -`. fo3 • 💄 𝐀𝐍𝐀 -`. fo4

🌞 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 -`. the witcher • 🌌 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 -`. asoiaf

🐇 𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀 -`. bg3 • 🐦‍⬛ 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 -`. vtm

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