#i hope i did it justice 🙏

[carolinestearoom]

How the hell did Pierre manage to marry you?

we met way back in college, and i found him interesting.

we both took a liking to each other and decided to settle down in pelican town. it took a while though. then we had abby and now we’re here.

looking back, i wouldn’t change anything.

[dragon-spaghetti]

Okay so this just came to me: Husk's tail is kind of like a feather cat toy, right? Imagine the babies' cat instincts kick in and they try to mess with it, not registering that it's really their daddy

YOU. YOU ARE A GENIUS I had to draw this immediately omgomgomg

[em-xzm]

RAHHHHH 💪💪💪

[myokk]

MUGGLE BOOK CLUB🥹💓

Since Clora grew up in a muggle household and Eloise spent 5 years in a muggle finishing school (reading was the only worthwhile part😤) they bond a lot over muggle literature💓💓💓 once a month they choose a book (lots of times repeat their favorites) and meet up for a coffee to discuss the book and gossip😇🥹💓

Clora is yapping a lot in the beginning but towards the end Eloise gets worked up too and they enthusiastically yell at each other about different plot points😇🙏

@choccy-milky 😙😙😙

[emry-stars-art]

I’m always on my renison shit 😭😭 but number three from the mistletoe game would be so cute with Allison romancing Renee!!!

(Also requested by @codywan-slut 😘)

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕

[dreamatduskk]

for @girlballs 🦈✨

[jjunebunny]

Winter Hayley🌻❄️

She probably has my favorite winter outfit!! Shes so prettyyyy

[freshbaked-bread]

can i request johnto (john hart/ianto)

I LUV TOXIC YAOI

[evelyn-and-art]

The Archmage of Godheim.

art trade w/ @just-shushilay

[sleepymrshmllow]

drew some ladies ✨️💕

[tklpilled]

About the twst pairings, thoughts on Rook and Vil?

Remember to stay hydrated!

-🐝

"roi du poison, allow me."

vil lowers his makeup brush to look at rook, who is approaching with a gentle smile. "what?"

"your makeup." rook takes the brush from vil's hand, reaching to dab on a little more eyeshadow. "please, let me do it."

"...alright." vil closes his eyes, waiting for rook to begin. he's not used to other people doing his makeup, but he'll allow it this once.

vil's skin has grown used to the treatment it's put through every day, the extensive routines to make it shine, and the various powders and creams he uses to accentuate his features. he assumes he won't feel a thing.

as it turns out, the principle of not being able to tickle oneself applies even when tools are involved, such as this one. vil twitches at the feeling of the soft bristles on his eyelids, but he keeps his eyes closed and steels himself. he wasn't aware he even could be ticklish there, but he's not about to let it get in the way.

rook chuckles at the sight. "ticklish, hm?" he teases, and if vil wasn't forced to relax his face, he'd be scowling. rook puts a hand on his cheek to steady his face, brushing on the mauve eyeshadow. he pulls away after finishing with one eye, presumably to apply more of the makeup, then returns to put his hand in the same position. his fingers are resting on vil's jaw, and he thinks nothing of it until rook presses oh-so-lightly into the skin.

vil full-on flinches this time, leaning back and opening his eyes with a glare. "give me that," he huffs, snatching the brush away. rook only laughs.

[hugogetspowerbottomed]

varigo... kiss...... v......... varian fat.... pwease? 🥺

YES

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Varian had always been his best friend, but the older they grew, Hugo wondered if they should be something more. Their touches lingered, their eyes strayed.

Until it all came to a head one night when Hugo finally gave in. He backed Varian up against the fridge and cupped his round cheeks.

"Hey," he said, softly.

Varian's eyes were big. "Hugo."

With a grin, Hugo nuzzled their noses together. Varian's was so round and cute. "Hey," he said again. "Can we try something...new?"

It sounded suggestive-and it was, but in a far more innocent way than Hugo usually said that to people.

Varian let out a little laugh. Relief mixed with desire. "Yes," he said breathily, his heavy chest heaving. "Yes, please."

Finally, Hugo leaned in. The first brush of their lips was awkward, but then Varian tilted his head just so and Hugo parted his lips and-

It was wet. Gloriously wet. Varian's tongue was soft and warm as it quested clumsily into Hugo's mouth. After a few hesitant touches, he became bolder, licking and tasting.

Hugo groaned. Varian's large, soft body against his own made him dizzy with want and affection. He wanted to curl his long, lanky self around Varian's fat, shorter stature and pepper kisses against his skin until the man was laughing and pushing him away in embarrassment.

He also wanted to grind against the fridge for the foreseeable future.

[salemontrial]

I don't know what the damn tree looks like but have these losers<33

[myokk]

fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓

legilimency

Word count: 1.700

Rating: M (language)

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’

His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.

She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…

Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…

His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”

[morangoowada]

Draw Sunday from Honkai: Star Rail, please!!

Here he is, the designs of this game are hella difficult

YOU! Vote Mondo and I'll draw for you!! (Mondo nation is desperate guys)

[buck2eddie]

fic moodboard inspired by grow as we go by @gayhoediaz

"I’ve heard a lot of guys get just… covered in tattoos,” he nods, gesturing vaguely. “Just to feel like their body belongs to them, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “Yeah - and that was my first thought - but I already have tattoos, and I don’t really want to be covered, but then I thought…” he trails off with a shrug, just as Buck's lips part in understanding.

“They make you shave it off.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees again. “It's not just - not just the service, though. Just my entire life, I’ve always felt like it was something I couldn’t do. I wasn't supposed to,” he explains. "I don't know why, no one ever told me I couldn't, but..." Once again, he trails off. Buck hums.

“So you’re doing it.”

“I’m doing it.”

Or, Eddie grows his hair out, Buck loses his mind, and they both find the secret to happiness.