#idk if i should tag star rail

[tytosaught]

Anyway, Welt Yang in every single universe >

[bweoo]

Finished a comm. Bought an ice cream. Drawing (sus) Gallagher.

Life is good sometimes :)

[foxspritez]

not enough mermaid aus in this society

[kidotomy]

can you hear, can you hear the past bearing down your ear

[justatinycatgirl]

if ppl start shipping Aventurine and Mr. Reca because they remind them of Revivedbur and C!Quackity I may actually explode [giggling like a madman]

[ihavesomejays]

fuck around, find out

i've been procrastinating SO hard lately it's unreal. so i saw these two with their homoerotic tension and i just had to draw you know (also in my gouache brush phase because the texture is Pleasing to someone who usually doesn't draw with any texture at all. we're probably going back to flattish colors soon though because sketching with paint is very time and morale consuming)

closeups below keep reading

[lollipopmixclo9]

was fighting my artblock but got inspired by how much ppl made quotes about the Look Back movie 🥹

I couldn't pick one character, so I bundled them up! Honestly, the guilty favorite is just an excuse for me to draw Jane and Ben 🙈

This template is made by __ksgi on twitter!

[definitelynotarabbit]

So I've been wrestling with the whole High Cloud Quintet plot for awhile and initially I found it incredibly frustrating, because once you get into the nitty gritty there is so much canon conflicting information. However I believe I have found a unifying theory.

Excluding some specific instances of unverifiable details, such as whatever the hell is going on with the dragon heart, everything is true.

Bailu didn't dream of her past life. She does dream of it after meeting the Astral Express.

Yingxing is dead. His body is alive. Blade is a monster.

Dan Feng and Yingxing knew what they were doing and had good intentions. Their actions still made them irredeemable.

Jingliu saved the Loufu. She also massacred it's army and may or may not have been the person to doom Yingxing and make Blade. (Still researching for any details as to Yingxing's sanity post immortality pre Jingliu)

The preceptors did tell Dan Feng that he could save their species by creating new Vidyadhara. They didn't lie.

Dan Heng is Dan Feng, he is also his own person. Molting Rebirth is not even remotely the same thing as Hatching Rebirth, Dan Heng is still innocent of Dan Feng's crimes.

[banned-for-horny]

Yee...haw?

Hi, Boothill gets his pussy absolutely plowed by the Voidrangers. Literally nothing else happens.

Including but not limited to: Boothill w/ a pussy, Voidrangers going wild, pregnancy mention, mindbreaking, and cervix penetration.

If you have any questions, blame @hakusins

Despite the changes to his Synesthesia Beacon, Boothill can still swear all he wants in his head.

That is all he can think of as the Reaver continues to force its cock past his lips, barbs scraping the walls of his throat with each harsh thrust. They aren't sharp enough to pierce, thank fuck, but they're unyielding and as hot as an exploding star. Makes sense, he guesses. they're Voidrangers, followers of that goddamn Nanook, course they'd taste like molten godamned metal.

That doesn't stop him from crying out when the Eliminator wrenches him back, its cum practically burning a hole right through his stomach. The bump where his navel used to be swells with load number...who fucking knows at this point? The interlocking torso plates no longer connect. Point is, his synthetic skin's starting to strain from the pressure. He doesn't want to know what'll happen if those bastard's claims about it being "untearable" turns out to be fake.

Apparently satisfied, the Eliminator shoves Boothill's hips aside, barbed cock dragging against his walls on the way out and drawing another pathetic whine from his throat. The cum that escapes his swollen pussy warms his thighs. He only has a second to try and pull them together when the rough, sandpaper-like tendrils of a Distorter entangles his knees. Dozens more encircle his body, arms and shoulders twisting until-

"Ghk! AH!" The Reaver's dick is torn from his throat. Boothill chokes on the sudden air as the Distorter flips him belly-up, hips hoisted higher than his head, but he barely gets out a, "Wait-" before the Reaver's claws wrench his jaw apart, forcing its way past his teeth. Its satisfied hiss sends tremors through his body. It starts to wring his neck, what little air in Boothill escaping him in broken coughs. It only makes him even more aware of the barbs pressed against his fucking throat, the way his walls flutter and strain against each point. It's almost erotic, being squeezed like a damn fleshlight.

But then the Distorter spears his cunt with its own cock and with the angle it's at, it hits its mark. Boothill squeals. He can't hear it over the violent shlck shlck shlck of the cock in his throat, but his toes are still curling and eyes still roll back, mind shortcircuiting as it slams straight into his g-spot. It isn't the first orgasm wrenched out of him since this whole thing started, but it's certainly the first to make him buck and writhe like a raging bronco. The constant friction of its barbs grinding against his abused g-spot does not help.

By the time the Reaver and Distorter finish and unceremoniously dump him on the floor, he can barely feel his toes. With each pained wheeze, cum oozes from his gaping cunt, warm, sticky globs gluing his legs to the floor. Through his heavy lids, he can see the painfully large bulge splitting his torso plates apart. His cervix, he thinks numbly, must be overflowing with cum. For a moment, he forgets the impossibility of it all and wonders if he'd somehow gotten pregnant.

The rough drag of a Distorter's tendrils cuts those thoughts short. Boothill lets out a tired groan as it drags him onto a nearby crate, no longer bothering to put up a fight. With all of his circuits busted and body liml, he wouldn't be able to fight out of this if he tried. If it wanted to have another round, he didn't care. In fact, his cunt clenches around nothing with excitement.

But the Distorter doesn't penetrate him. Instead, the space above Boothill ripples, and his body somehow finds a little more adrenaline to pump through him as a Trampler bursts into existence above him. The Trampler's twitching, angular cock hangs between its legs, longer than Boothill's own arm and doubly thick.

"N-Now hol' on," he slurs when the Distorter drags his hips up. "Th-That won't...It ain't gonna fit-"

Whatever protests he manages falls on deaf ears. His feeble kicks and shimmies only cause the Distorter to tighten its grip. The jizz distorting his torso shifts when he's forced onto his stomach, the weight and pressure straining his skin and cutting his whines short. On his knees, cheek against the cold crate, Boothill's breath starts to quicken. Fuck, no, FUCK-"Don't," he gasps when its tapered head touches his cunt. "It won't-That's not-"

His protests, both verbal and interal, are forced out of him by a single snap of the Trampler's hips. Its tapered head still feels like a damn fist ramming his cunt. The rest of its cock, its near-solid ridges and girthy shaft, dig into his spasming walls. If he hadn't been tethered down by the Distorter, he thinks he would have been shoved straight off the crate.

It would have been better. Because when the Trampler tries again, Boothill feels it slam into the thin barrier separating his canal from the cervix. The rest of the Voidrangers had been plenty before, all ridged and girthy, but none had been able to breach the small hole already flooded with their cum. The Trampler simply hammers away, again and again, ignoring Boothill strangled screams, determined to force its way in. The Galaxy Ranger can't even tell if the full-body burning is from pain or pleasure at this point. He just lets his eyes roll back as his mouth drools a slurry of spit and seed.

Then he feels it catch, that tapered tip like that of a Worldbreaker Blade snagging on that small little hole. Boothill's whimpers catch in his throat as the Trampler stills. He doesn't have the strength to beg anymore. He doesn't even know what he would beg for. His cunt gapes around the Trampler's shaft, clenching around each stiff barb as he wiggles his hips. Is he urging it in? Trying to dislodge it? When Boothill looks between his legs, he can see the outline of the Voidranger's cock strain against his skin. Only half of its shaft is inside of his cunt.

Then the Trampler rears back and slams in, and Boothill wails as his cervix distends. Whatever orgasm he'd had before is nothing compared to this. His juices squirt from his pussy as his entire body arches. Urging, he decides quickly. He'd been urging it in. Why wouldn't he? To feel this pressure so deep wtihin, to feel so complete and full and warm on the Voidranger's cock...He lets out a desperate moan when the Trampler withdraws, only to drive even deeper into his cunt.

He doesn't have the energy left to buck into its thrusts. All he can do is mouth and beg for more. He wants to take its entire shaft until he can feel its crotch grinding against his hips. He wants to feel its cock buried deep in his womb, flooding him with seed until he can barely walk. He wants to be tied to it, suspended under the Trampler's stomach, warming its cock like a sheath to a sword, a warm hole for a beast so much more powerful than him. He wonders what others would think, to see him so thoroughly reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve. It makes his body burn with humiliation. It makes his cunt drool with delight.

Boothill's thoughts escape him. All that is left to focus on is the cock slamming into his cunt, the warmth of its cum overtaking his womb as he shudders through another orgasm. Whatever he'd been screaming in his head is replaced by a simple, single whimper.

More...

[genshin-projection]

i took a few liberties but... Sunday-inspired playlist!

some highlights:

master of the heavenly yard (off-vocal) (mothy/akuno-P)

portrait of the pirate F (hitoshizuku-p)

rock in god's shoe (sushi soucy)

worst case scenario (the hoosiers)

but never a key (dirt poor robins)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

rule #35 - microphone (fish in a birdcage)

into the unknown (over the garden wall)

collared (vane lily)

taixu (sasakure.uk , lasah)

ship in a bottle (fin)

a couple ender lilies OSTs

a few omori OSTs

a few hsr (penacony) OSTs

[milksnake-tea]

Hellooooooo! Congratulations on 1k! You totally deserve it! Uhm for the event can I request clara with the "When the two of you go to a festival, you try to impress them by winning them all the prizes." Prompt?

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: When the two of you go to a festival, you try to impress them by winning all the prizes. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: clara ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: PLATONIC !!! otherwise nothing else but honestly ofc its platonic this is a literal child ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: i had to make a clara banner for this req and i thank u for it bc its so pretty ??? clara has the prettiest lightcone in the game i will die on this hill ALSO OML SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE ROLLS IN THE GROUND

"You've never been to a festival before, have you?"

Clara's hand tightens around your own, dwarfed in your palm. She nods timidly, biting at her thumb as she takes in the star-like lights decorating the Underworld's sky. Children much like herself run past her, chattering excitedly to one another as they play. Her gaze locks onto a girl, or rather, the stuffed animal held tightly in that girl's embrace.

A smile slips onto your face. "Would you like one?"

Clara startles. She looks up at you, hesitant, yet you can see traces of longing behind those pools of red. "Can I have one?"

"Of course," you chuckled, tugging her hand as you made your way to one of the many game stalls. "I'm sure Svarog wouldn't mind if you brought a plushie or two back to the shelter."

You decide on a classic - a typical shooting game, with painted targets moving back and forth against the wall. Letting go of Clara's hand and picking up the toy rifle, you catch a glimpse of her hopeful gaze, directed at the many stuffed bears lining the stall.

Conviction swells in your chest. Right, this was Clara's first festival, after all. You'd be damned if you let the girl return home without a single prize to remember it by. Has the girl ever even had a stuffed animal before?

Raising the rifle to your eyeline, you aim at the target. You were no sharpshooter, but this couldn't be that hard, could it? It wasn't even that far away-

You spoke too soon.

You didn't know if it was just you, or the targets were moving all too fast. Every time you tried for a bullseye, the target would swerve to the right, and you'd only manage to nick its rim. In the end, you only managed to knock down a little less than half of the targets, which still earned you a plushie - just not the larger ones that hung from the stall's roof.

You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly as you handed the stuffed bear to Clara. "Sorry, I couldn't get you the biggest one. Guess I'm not as great a shot as I thought I was."

Clara shook her head, her eyes glistening as she held the bear with trembling hands. Panic seizes you as you stammer.

"H-Hey, don't cry! I'll get you a better one-"

"Thank you."

Her voice is quiet, but brimming with emotion. The tears in her eyes do not fall, instead Clara smiles up at you gratefully as she clutches the bear against her chest.

"Thank you so much," she thanks again, practically glowing with happiness. The bear, which you had thought insufficient, meant more to her than you realized. "And don't worry about getting me another prize. This one is just right."

"Oh." It's the only thing you can manage to say. Still, you find yourself smiling alongside the young girl. "I'm glad you like it, Clara."

The girl nods, burying her face into the bear's neck. You lend your hand to her again, and she takes it.

"Wanna go check out the other stalls?" you ask, but you don't need to wait for an answer. There's a skip in Clara's step as you become the follower, letting the girl drag you around for once.

But you don't mind, even as she points at another game stall with pleading eyes, not even when she stares at candied apples when she thinks you aren't looking. You'd gladly expend your time (and your wallet), if it meant seeing her smile like a child would.

Clara looks back at you, the lights blurring together in a hazy glow. She's beaming now, joy lifting her cheeks and crinkling her eyes as she laughs without a worry in the world.

Yes, you muse internally. That was the smile you wanted to protect.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!!

[kris-shinnie-pride]

Thought I'd support @jar1nza with the 2.1 criticism-

[shoezuki]

Doctor, the problem's in my chest

Chapter 7

But he doesn't fixate on his own suffering for long, cataloging his pain and shoving it into the back of his mind. The full reality of yesterday catches up to him. Sampo realizes he's in Gepard's room, was sleeping in Gepard's bed, with Gepard . The existence of the other man instantly pulls him back together, becoming Sampo's full focus. 

“G-Gepard?” His voice is rough, throat dry and scratchy. Gepard's name feels heavy in the air. Gepard hadn’t moved in his sleep, laying flat on his back just as he had when Gepard pulled Sampo into bed.

He looks horrible, worse than Sampo has seen before. His skin is red and blotchy, a raw heat Sampo can feel radiating from him. There’s a sheen of sweat on his face, his neck, his collar, hair matted to his forehead. His eyebrows are pinched together and his eyes squeezed shut in his sleep, his mouth barely open as he puffs out warm, strangled breaths. Sampo’s chest constricts, a pit of worry burrowing into the fabric of his heart. 

“Gepard? Hey, hey, Geppie?” Sampo shakes Gepard’s shoulder lightly, than more insistently. Gepard makes a low, groaning noise in the back of his throat but is completely dead to the world. Sampo feels nauseous again. “Shit.”

Read the full thing on Ao3!!!!

[yellowymellon]

You know it would be funny if the actual villain of penacony is the dream master, so far he seems slightly oppressive and questionable, like he ordered the head security of dewlight pavilion to "kill" his family for treason, he doesn't truly care for "death" : it's like he's frantically trying to stop the watchmaker instead of dealing with the current threat, and I at least believe that Gallagher is taking revenge for the watchmaker, that is if he isn't the watchmaker himself.

From his character story - "...Gallagher is my most genuine lie. Sometimes, I can't even distinguish between him and myself."

It also talks Abt his past and how he was fighting for freedom, basically old penacony when he was a prisoner, dreaming of creating a land of ideals. I recently thought Abt how penacony might not be what the watchmaker envisioned so he got displeased with the family, since they're not free from wickedness and evilness . Would be super interesting if Sunday learns the unfiltered truth and gets free from the family teachings (brainwashing) I'm sure as a head he has enough authority to make his own research and reach his own judgement but that's the power of manipulation from early childhood lol. Oti alfalfa did say the watchmaker wasn't a bad person, so would be funny if eventually Sunday teams up with Gallagher LOL

[floralpowders]

A Doll for You ! - Natasha x GN!Reader

Summary: In which Natasha gifts the reader with one of her handmade dolls. 

First time writing an ‘x reader’! Thought to give it a try at least once and what better way to do it than with some nice fluff with the wonderful Natasha <3 Can be read both as romantic and platonic

All fluff !...and not super edited sorry lol 

Word Count: 566

With access to more resources from the Overworld now available, for once, Natasha could see there was more lull time — something she hadn't had in a long while. After all, being the sole doctor of Boulder Town's buzzing population, not to mention the leader of Wildfire, was a feat that required all of her time. 

With the newfound free time she had, it meant that she could pick up one of her old hobbies, and she would do it with you in mind. 

She did, at first, want to ask you beforehand, unsure whether or not you had liked dolls in the first place, but she thought to surprise you instead with this one. 

But she wanted to make something to your liking — that much was certain. In a passing conversation between the two of you, she’ll ask, “This may seem a little out of the blue, but…do you have a favorite animal?” with a follow-up question of “Do you have a preferred color?” 

If you ask her why, she’ll only smile and say, “Just a little something I’m working on.” Not exactly hiding what it is, but it does leave you wondering what she could be up to.

It isn’t until the next time you drop by the clinic that you find Natasha working on something that wasn’t just working with her patients. 

At a table and on her own, you find her with needle and fabric in her hand, working on the new doll. 

She’ll set it aside, though, when you come by; after all, when it comes to time with you, she’ll want to give you her undivided attention. 

But if you assure her that it’s alright for her to work on it while the two of you talk, then she’ll happily take it up and multitask, listening and replying to what you have to say while her needle works tirelessly to make the fabric the way she wants to.

It’ll be a little while before the work is done, but if you ask her about how her progress is, she’ll happily tell you and even show you what she has so far. In fact, she’d love to hear your input on the work because it means she can hear whether or not she should change something about her work before it comes to completion. It also means that when she is done with it, it’ll make you happy

After some time, you’ll get a text from Natasha: “Whenever you’re free, would you be able to come by the clinic? I have a little gift for you?”

And how can you say no to Natasha? 

The next time you’re free, you walk over to her clinic like she had requested, and as soon as you walk through the clinic, Natasha smiles warmly at your presence — just as she always does, but perhaps with a little hint of excitement as she stands up from her seat.

There, she presents it to you: a doll of your favorite animal in your favorite color, the fabric just the way you like it. And she explains, “Even if I say it a lot, I still don’t feel like my words are enough to express how grateful I am to have you by my side. It might not mean too much, but I do hope you like this doll.” All with the loving smile she has for you. 

[t3hwish]

i jumped ahead into the divergent universe early because i didn't feel like playing the main quest right then (and also to get more firefly pulls lol) and i found this

that's a TERRIBLE pun and i love it