#i have so many of these in my inbox

[cryp-reply]

Boop

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[icemde]

@ariannog asked : 📂 📂

001. THE MOST BIZAARE SIDE EFFECT TO GRAY'S ICE MAGIC is the fact that spicy food doesn't have an effect on him. Like, nothing is spicy to him ?? For those who don't know, how spice works is its like, tricking your nervous system into thinking its overheating, but because of his magic this just ?? doesn't happen to him??

002. WHEN GRAY WAS SUPER YOUNG ( THINK PRE DELIORA ) his favorite color was actually red. He would beg his parents for the red version of toys and wanted really cool red clothing. After the attack though his favorite color shifted to dark blue / black. One because red was associated too much with the destruction of his village and two he thought it was weird to be an ice mage who liked the color red ( remember, he was like 7 )

[kindred-spirit-93]

*appears with a note saying "odypen art pls?"*

mwah!

*skidaddles*

russet potato & banana peel <3

[uhohdad]

loser könig ‘comforting’ reader after she had a bad breakup/failed date…

(18+) Loser!König x Heartbroken!Reader

WARNING: MANIPULATIVE & COERCIVE BEHAVIOR

Loser!König’s brows are creased in sympathy, cooing reassurances in a soft, compassionate tone - but he truly could not be happier. He has to bite back the smile just begging to make the muscles in his face sore.

Loser!König hated your boyfriend anyway, such an arrogant jerk he was. König would treat you so much better, he would never make you cry. You can’t see it now, but you’re much better off.

Loser!König doesn’t dare miss his opportunity to touch you, rubbing your back soothingly as you cry, his hands dipping lower than they should on each descent of his gentle traces.

Loser!König’s cock is straining against his pants, and he can hardly bring himself to feel ashamed about it. The sound of your stuttered sobs and the sight of tears streaming down your face has his cock at full attention, a bead of arousal forming at the tip and threatening to stain his underwear.

Loser!König scoots closer to you, pressing his thigh to yours as he slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

Loser!König sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a needy groan when your palm rests on his chest. He can feel your plush, clothed breasts graze against him with each of your faltered breaths.

Loser!König rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes lulling as he inhales you. You’re intoxicating, he’s high off the scent of your shampoo and your touch, his cock throbbing with each breath of you he draws.

Loser!König will fix you a drink to make you feel better. Loosen you up a little. You’re so weak and vulnerable right now, he’s hoping that your ex not only just drove you into his arms, but into his bedroom as well.

Loser!König <3

[giotanner]

Where are you cod fans? 🫵

[retquits]

Hi dude! Happy New year! I hope your 2025 turns out great! Could you please make a Valen in her summer dress? She deserves a bit more love. Thanks!!

happy new year to you as well!! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ looking at valen's summer fit made me remember just how much i love her sprite pose, so i decided to draw it in my style - here's a wip for you 🤲🩺

[tubbytarchia]

For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

[cubbihue]

POV: You just got apprehended by your own lawyer.

Chimmy Changa spent his early years as a Public Defense Lawyer. He had to get really into shape because. For some reason. He kept getting clients who'd bolt from the court room.

[Prev] > [Next]

+ bonus sketches i tossed out becuase i couldnt draw them to my satisfaction >:I !!

[barrenclan]

I had a dream that you were so fed up with the music asks for some reason that you made a spreadsheet and then told us to leave you alone

Not gonna lie every day I get closer to this being a reality

[mellohiizz]

can you draw some manebu... or perchance mapebu i need to spread my mapebu agenda

wemmbu is my canvas and he needs to kiss everyone i think, but not in the princezam way. the sinister and polycurious (? manwhore /polite ?) beast

i've been thinking about manebu a lot recently and i remembered someone asked for them, so here <3 i miss them so much chat... having manebu missing hours...

[loudclan-clangen]

Thinking abt how the kits would have absolutely zero grasp on the concept of mortality and death and how they'd be really confused on why their parents are upset and where Mothtree wen't :^)

Hi friend, I don’t want to be like a major downer but… Rosehipkit is VERY sick. She and Dogwood, more than any other kits, absolutely understand the concept of mortality and death in a way that they should not have to.

[l3irdl3rain]

the resemblance is uncanny….

[bixels]

While I do think anon was rude, I do think it's pretty shitty to set up all this stuff you were going to add the au and then just drop it. It's disappointing. Definitely unfollowing.

Bye.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[growth-opportunities]

How about, before-bed ass expansion? Could be fun..

It was a guilty pleasure. I never told her about it because I didn't want to make it a big deal. It was just a nice little treat at the end of my day. I figured she had to be aware of it at least to some extent; it was her body, after all. But I kept quiet and simply watched, night after night. See, it was part of my girlfriend’s routine to brush her teeth every night, just before bed. She’d already be in her pajamas, invariably some kind of tank top and a pair of loose pants, which is what brought the whole show together.

My girlfriend, to put it bluntly, had a really nice ass.

It wasn’t huge, but it had a great shape and really fit her figure nicely. It was big enough to grab hold of or, when I needed to get her in the mood quickly, give it a firm smack. While her exercise regimen meant that there wasn’t a ton of jiggle to it, there was just enough to really captivate me. And it did, every night, watching her brush her teeth.

My bedroom was laid out in such a way that I could see her standing over the sink from my bed, albeit if I leaned forward slightly. She would rant, her words garbled by the brushing and the foam, and I would not along and make little “Uh huh” or “No kidding” responses, just to encourage her to keep going. For three minutes or so, she’d move her arm back and forth, twist her body at her slender waist, and her ass would wobble back and forth. It was fucking hypnotic. I couldn’t look away from it. Like I said, I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but I wasn’t about to say something and risk losing my nightly treat. It always put me in a playful mood for when she finally climbed into bed and that made her feel sexy and attractive (which she absolutely was and is), so it was a win-win. Why mess with a good thing?

On this night, however, things would go a little different. I was, once again, not really listening to her story. Something about a cake that someone brought into the office that she said tasted funny. I was a little distracted. It really was hypnotic; I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as it subtly swung back and forth, her pajamas tight over her ass as each peak of the swing. It took a few seconds for me to notice that her pants were getting tighter. And tighter. And tighter. My brow furrowed, watching her pants draw taut over the wobbling globes that made up my girlfriend’s lower half. The wobbling, too, was getting more intense, despite the increasing tightness of her clothing. Her ass seemed to fucking ripple as she swung back and forth. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was dry; nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. And she was so wrapped up in her story that I doubt I could have gotten a word in edge-wise.

All I could do was watch as her lower half ballooned outward, growing softer and thicker before my eyes. It usually took her only three or four minutes to brush her teeth, but each second seemed to drag on forever. The growing thickness spread, too, clearly widening her hips and thickening her thighs, pushing her poor pajama bottoms. I could start to hear the fabric creaking, the seams straining. I had to say something.

“…and it’s like, y’know, stick to favorites? Don’t bring in whatever papaya-mango-pickle juice bullshit you like. If it’s for the group, get flavors that everyone will like!”

“Um… babe?”

“I mean, that’s what I did! Last month? I brought in chocolate and vanilla. Basic, maybe, but you know that everyone is going to find something they want!”

“Babe! Hang on a sec!”

“But, nooooo, force us all to swallow down your bullshit while we all force a smile and say that the flavor is ‘interesting’. And then we have to hope you don’t see when we shovel that shit into the trash where it-“

“Jennica!”

She jumped, rolling her eyes as she spat out the toothpaste and slammed her brush down on the counter. “Jesus, Tom, what?”

I didn’t know what to say but, thankfully, her ass did the talking for me. At that moment, her pajama bottoms finally gave way, loudly tearing, soft flesh spilling out through the opening. As soon as there’s an opening, the fabric is no match to the growing onslaught of her ass, shredding around her widened hips, her fatter ass, her thickened thighs. She twists at the hips, turning to look at her ass sticking out behind her, a hand reaching down to grab it and verify that it really is part of her body and it really is growing. Her eyes look towards me with panic and lust.

“Holy fucking shit…”

A flicker of recognition passes over her face, her eyes going wide as she staggers forward. Her ass jiggles like never before, each footfall rippling upward through the softest parts of her body. She stops short at the door frame, realizing that she’ll need to turn sideways to fit through it. As her ass brushes against it anyway, she lets out a needy whimper, making the rest of the journey to the bed and flopping down onto it. Her ass jiggles for what feels like an eternity, wobbling like gelatin, sloshing like a water bed. It finally stops moving and, at that point, I can tell that it’s stopped growing. My girlfriend buries her face in a pillow, clearly embarrassed.

“I think… allergic reaction? Maybe?”

I let out a non-committal grunt. I still cant take my eyes off of her eyes, her cheeks swallowing her panties between them. My hand tingles. I can’t help myself. I reach up, hand hovering in the air for a few moments before-

SMACK!

It comes crashing down on her doughy rear. I  watch the impact in slow motion, watching it sink into her flesh, watching it spread out over her softness, rippling back and forth, taking forever to settle. For a moment, the sound of the spank hangs in the air only to be interrupted by my girlfriend, throwing her head back and letting out a howled moan. Her cheeks clench together, leading to more sloshing, a red handprint blooming on her skin. She looks up at me, lust in her eyes, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.

“Again. Please. And, uh… h-harder this time. Like you fucking mean it.”