#hi. im never rendering again

[sadmages]

I miss this guy so much it's unreal

[fauxmeeks]

deku for sun and moon zine

[valgeristik]

Ничего не останется от нас, Нам останемся, в лучшем случае, мы

hi. hello. listen to this song

i have so many thoughts about these two. oh my god. maybe i will write it out some day, but for now drawing it out will do

translation will be under the cut! knowing the words does add to the work so i do recommend reading it. or just enjoy the art <3

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heres the translation, color coded according to how i broke it up for the art. just in casies

first page:

Love is scarier than war

Love strikes more true than steel

second page:

More true, because of your own volition

third page:

You run towards all the winds

Let there be pain and eternal battle

Not atmospheric, not earthly

fourth page:

But definitely with you

caption:

There will be nothing left of us,

we will be left with, in the best case, ourselves

[soap-is-an-artist]

guys i just wanted a sketch and then i spent 3 hours drawing and rendering Avior's hair 🧍🏻 why does this keep happening to me

[redlyriumidol]

golden boy w a dark world on his shoulders.... CANNOT believe the inquisitor, my 40 year old son, is making a reappearance

[meddlehaven]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIGHTER !!! ‼️🔥🔥🔥🫶

[saltytearsofjoy]

You’re a cage without me

[yanderespamton78]

Pinup!!!!! the baby!!!! the guy!!!!

sorry if this looks kinda iffy the majority of this was drawn between 11pm and 2:30am so i was very tired loll

also yes that is a totoro bag i dont care if totoro doesnt exist in cyber city he has a totoro bag come at me

Pinup belongs to @turntableart

[marcmorrigan]

i finished the duel monsters dub for the first time ever last night (!!!) so i figured i oughta lock down my faces for the aibous... what a show, man

[linagram]

no halloween art this year sorry! hopefully sanada brothers vell song redraws and a new vd later will be enough...

+ an alternate version with the honey bc. b-bad honey hunt. don't worry about the silhouettes

[byakuyasdarling]

no wonder I hate this artwork set so much

[ahalliance]

ive got such a nice idea for a rly character study type fic for qetoiles but i have no time or brain power to make it happen o7

[grimm-after-hours]

[oc] new room, new era✨

WELCOME TO THE TENEMENTS (again)! Back at it again with another post for “Welcome To Wolfshire” as well as a little concept tweak! I went back & revisited environment design & decided to redo Salem’s room from earlier this year. His room concept didn’t feel like “him” so I gave his room a little bit of remodeling! I do have plans to try & make the other greasers’ rooms & concept art for The Tenements! ✨

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[ design notes ]

▸ All the books on Salem’s ref are actual books! The first book is a little motif to my book mock-up for “Welcome To Wolfshire”. The other books in order are: ‘The Outsiders’ by S.E Hinton, ‘The Great Gatsby’ by F. Scott Fitzgerald & ‘The August Few: Amygdala’ by Sam Fennah

▸ Instead of inserting images as posters, I went over them as little renders to look as if they were naturally apart of the environment (Pulp took 5 attempts to get right💀). All posters: Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, The Cramps, Pulp, Deftones & Rebel without a cause

▸ Salem canonically as a Polaroid picture of him & Harlem together as a couple. I took the chance to dig more into his lore & of course i had to involved his relationship with Harlem somewhere

“Can you guess all the stickers scattered around Salem’s room? 👀”

[wirt-and-wirt-by-products]

yall oml, so im drawing for the first time in like 2 years bc i found out that my settings were fucked up and thats probably why i hated my life every time i tried to do anything in clip.

so i downloaded some workspaces and some brushes and yall??

ya boy's still got it!! admittedly the chara i was going for looks like chad from accounting, but i was going with the flow and not using a ref so that is fixable!! if i change the nose anywho

idk if im going to post the final or dust off my art blog bc i am allergic to finishing anything but man it is nice to find out my skills have only regressed like 20% instead of like all the way after so long!!!!

[eggo-tistical]

THE FACT THAT I WAS ON THE CUSP OF WATCHING SALTBURN YESTERDAY THIS IS THE FINAL NAIL IN MY COFFIN THATS ALREADY BEING LOWERED INTO THE EARTH

me and @blveherb watched Saltburn

I will not elaborate further.

[missarchive]

ok ok ok!! what about spencer getting head from reader for the first time, and it's her first time doing it, so she's nervous and he teaches her and he has to try sooo hard not to cum immediately because he is just GONE for the innocence with which she does it/tries things out 🤭 you choose what season spence!!

Decided to do one more for tonight!! (I’m feeling generous)

thank you for the request!! im always writing munch!spencer but it's nice to write things the other way round for once

cw; +18 minors dni, inexperienced!reader, tiny bit of dom!spencer if you squint, oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing

When you first kneel before him, his breath catches in his throat, and he’s certain he might lose himself right then and there. The sight of you—so eager, so nervous—renders him utterly helpless. Your hands reach for his belt with a mixture of determination and trepidation, your cheeks flushed a rosy hue that makes you look impossibly innocent yet utterly intoxicating. His jaw slackens as he watches you, his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum.

Your wide eyes flicker up to meet his, glinting with excitement and a touch of uncertainty. He’s been dreaming of this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s unfolding, every muscle in his body tenses, locked in an unbearable anticipation.

Your fingers fumble with his belt, the clumsy motions endearing rather than frustrating. He doesn’t mind the delay; in fact, it only heightens his awareness of you—of how genuine, how completely you this moment is. He knows this is your first time. Not just with him, but ever. You’d told him, shyly, how you’d researched, how you’d prepared for this, even asking friends for advice. Still, the vulnerability of trying it now, with him, makes his chest tighten.

His hands find their way to your hair, almost of their own volition. The silky strands slip through his fingers like water, grounding him. You haven’t protested, haven’t pulled back, and the faint smile on your lips reassures him that you’re okay with this—more than okay. You glance up at him again, brow furrowed slightly in concentration, and the sight makes his heart stutter.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice rough with emotion. He needs you to be comfortable, to know that he’ll stop the moment you ask.

You pause, your hands stilling, and you smile at him, a gentle curve of your lips that speaks volumes. “I’m okay,” you whisper.

Finally, you manage to undo his pants, your small hand brushing against his erection as you pull down the zipper. He groans at the brief contact, the sound guttural and raw. When your fingers wrap hesitantly around him, his breath hitches, and he can’t stop the way his hips shift forward, seeking more of your touch.

“God,” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Your touch is tentative, exploratory, and it sends jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

You look up at him, startled by the intensity of his reaction. “Is that... okay?” you ask, your voice laced with innocence and curiosity.

“It’s more than okay,” he rasps, his hands moving to your shoulders, needing something to hold onto, to anchor himself. “You’re perfect.”

Encouraged, you start to stroke him, your hand sliding up and down his shaft in slow, deliberate movements. He watches you, his gaze locked on the way your small hand moves over him. The sight alone is almost too much.

When your tongue darts out to wet your lips, he groans deeply, his head falling back for a moment as he imagines that mouth on him. The vividness of the fantasy sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him.

“Baby,” he says, his voice strained, “I’m not going to last much longer like this.”

Your eyes widen slightly, disbelief flickering across your features. He chuckles softly despite himself, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he confesses, his voice heavy with sincerity.

“I just... I’ve never done this before,” you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing deeper. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Baby, you’re not doing anything wrong,” he assures you, his hands moving to cradle your face. The warmth of your skin beneath his palms soothes and excites him all at once. “Can I show you?”

You nod, your expression curious, and he takes a steadying breath, his restraint hanging by a thread. Gently, he guides your hand away, needing a moment to compose himself before he completely unravels.

“Like this?” you ask, your voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. The innocent question makes his chest tighten with affection and desire.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. “Just like that. Only with your mouth.”

His hand moves to the back of your head, not to push or force but to guide. He’s desperate for this but careful, wanting you to feel safe, to enjoy it as much as he knows he will.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he urges, his voice gentle but firm.

“Okay,” you reply, nodding.

When your lips part and touch the tip of his cock, he shudders violently, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat. The wet heat of your mouth surrounds him, and it’s so much better than he ever imagined.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his head falling back as you take him deeper, your tongue flicking against him experimentally. His hands clutch the sheets, desperate for something to hold as his hips jerk involuntarily.

You pull back slightly, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “You’re incredible.”

Bolstered by his praise, you take him in again, this time with more confidence. Your mouth moves over him slowly, tentatively, and the sensation is almost overwhelming.

“God,” he groans, his voice ragged. “I’m going to come.”

His hand returns to your hair, fingers threading through it as he fights the urge to thrust deeper into your mouth. He doesn’t want to push too far, to take too much.

When he finally lets go, the release is overwhelming, a rush of pleasure so intense it leaves him trembling. You stay with him through it, warm spurts of cum painting the back of your throat.

As you pull back, you wipe your mouth with a shy smile, and he reaches for you, pulling you into his arms. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his heart still racing as he holds you close.

“Was it... good?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain.

“It was amazing,” he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You were amazing.”

Your giggle lights up the room, and his chest swells with affection. “I thought I did it wrong at first,” you admit, laughing softly.

“You were perfect,” he assures you, kissing you again. “Better than I ever imagined.”