#i just need to get it out of my brain

[wormspoodle]

more doodles i mashed together

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[yuzuuu4]

(post 2.1 quest) unexpected

[noodles-and-tea]

twins in time continuation of that blue doodle comic thingy, but fidd is forced to take care of stan when Ford gets into the portal stuff, leaving him behind.

I reckon he teaches him math…

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

...Turns out gay sex actually was the solution.

(This is basically a redraw, come read the real deal over at Tiger Tiger)

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[mediamime]

I just like him. I think he’s neat

[mumblesplash]

The Dungeon is ready for its favorite next victim

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[pangur-and-grim]

it’s hard for me to feed myself right now (just in terms of physical ability), so my mom drove me and the animals to her place. she carried the cats in first, because I had to butt-scoot up the front stairs, and once inside, Pangur got scared and ran. she’s tucked herself away somewhere, and nobody can find her. I probably could, and I could lure her out and make her feel safe again, except that I’m largely immobile. I keep falling on the crutches and fucking my leg up further, and the likeliest hiding spots are up or down a fleet of stairs. it’s been 4 hours, and it’s killing me not to look for her. I’m so tempted to crawl down the basement stairs, broken leg be damned.

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[tenderyouth]

random zayne headcanons that i can't stop thinking about; pt. 2 / xxx

↠ roleplaying. it all starts innocently, with you calling him by his professional title at home. it’s not new for him, after all this is who he is - a well respected doctor who takes pride in his work. but there is something different in the way this word rolls off your tongue, something that doesn’t even get registered in his brain, but makes him feel a slight twitch in his heart.

“dr. zayne, are you tired? wanna go to bed early?” your simple question makes his chest all warm and fuzzy - you’re so precious and so good for him, and he wants to spend every minute with you doing everything and anything. 

“no, but you are. i can see your eyelids fluttering, and you’re yawning for the third time in the past 5 minutes. go to bed” he already knows his reply wouldn’t suffice you - you already wear a small frown on your beautiful face and zayne tries really hard to fight the urge to cover every inch of your skin with his lips. 

“doctor’s order. i will come too, give me a few minutes” and as soon as you leave the living room, zayne rubs his face with hands as if he’s trying to wake up, your intoxicating words are still lingering in his dizzy mind. 

after a while, he grows used to hearing you calling him by his title. he loves you and everything you do and say.

and actually, there are a lot of things he loves about you. one in particular is the way you moan his name when his fingers are moving in a devilish manner against your sweat covered skin, sending electrical shock through your entire body.

“dr. zayne, you feel so good!” your sweet voice sounds like music to him, especially when his name is adorned with your little sobs and chocked moans. he wants to do anything to hear you say it again and again. he needs you to feel all of his love, everything he has to offer laid bare in front of you to take and use. 

“tell me, angel, what is it that you want the most?” his palm cups your cheek as he’s watching you melt into his hand - feverish cheeks and slightly parted mouth letting out small sighs filled with nothing but pure pleasure, your clouded gaze makes him feel drunk; oh how he wants you all to himself, in every possible way, he needs you, he has to have you. his lips are a breath away from yours, slightly brushing your cupid’s bow when he begs you

“tell me, darling, and dr. zayne will take care of you.” 

and you wish you could forever engrave the look on his face when you tell him everything.

“i want you, all of you,” you look into his eyes, your palm covers his hand, gently moving his thumb over your lower lip. “i want your hands, and your mouth,” and you don’t even know if he can hear or understand what you’re saying, your voice is shaking with desire and lust; “i want you to fuck me, dr. zayne. deep and hard,” and ah, you just don’t get to finish the sentence as zayne’s lips find yours in a sloppy kiss, his mean fingers leaving galaxy colored kisses on your hips and thighs.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chair + helmet for funsies