#im freezing too

[sh4thesh33p]

everything feels so wrong

[to00fu]

AAAHHH

[konigsblog]

I'm so happy that your asks are open because I've dying to tell you that I saw (and kind of befriended?) König cosplayer during Halloween and she was super super sweet and her costume was incredible. I may have freaked out a little when I saw her. We even took photos 🥺

As for ask, since my birthday is this Tuesday (can't believe I'm turning 23 in two days) I'd like to be self indulgent and ask for something with Simon <3 anything really because no one writes him like you do but preferably smutty

birthday sex (s.r x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :( i hope you had an amazing birthday!!

simon riley isn't the best with birthday's... not just his, but also yours. the sex he gives you is amazing though, and the cake he claimed to have ‘made’ tasted delicious. your favourite kind – he knows you so well. just don't pay attention to the container in the outside bin!

he'd bought you new lingerie, one you'd had your eyes on for weeks yet never deciding whether to pay that much money for it. you were so excited when you got it, kissing him on the cheek before you saw the lust in his honey hazel eyes, smirking and giggling before he took your hand and brought you upstairs.

simon waited patiently for you to try it on, and god, when you came out, his jaw dropped. smirking and chuckling lowly, a hearty laugh leaving his throat from the shock of your beauty. he was proud of himself for buying you something so gorgeous. feeling you sit on his lap, he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours. eyes shut tightly as he made out with you sloppily, sucking on your tongue while you unzip his trousers and play with his belt.

bent over the edge of the bed, giving him a beautiful presentation of the lingerie. seeing you bent over like this... god, it felt like fantasy, dreamlike and heavenly to see this for himself, only for him. he flipped you onto your back, making you smile softly at him. “attagirl–say i chose a good choice, yeah?” you giggled, nodding and wriggling your hips to attract him.

“my, my beautiful. how'd i get so lucky?” he smacked your thigh teasingly, a light slap to make you bite your lip, humming. he placed the panties of the lingerie to the side, dragging his thick, weeping tip up and down your slit, easing inside slowly and grunting out at the warm, tight hole wrapped around his dick.

he couldn't hold himself back when you began pulsing, gripping the bedsheets tightly when euphoria ran through your body, pooling at your slickened cunt. simon's large hand moved up your body to your left hand, holding your hand tightly—dwarfing it—whilst gripping your hip firmly, angling you toward his thick, wide hips while sliding into your wet hole repetitively.

full and heavy balls pressed flat against your ass as he grinded into you sloppily. your sex drooling and weeping, sweet like nectar arousal drenching his thick cock as he began rocking his length into you harder. he buried his head in the crook of your neck, sucking hickeys onto your collarbone while whispering muttered praise into your ear. “god—you're just too perfect..” he breathed out, panting due to the tightness of your pussy around his dick!

you whined, squirming when you felt him speed up. your back arched, his broad hips smacking against your own, driving his leaking dick into your wetness continuously. the sloppy sounds of your cunny weeping around him, coating his shaft and balls in your sweet cum.

you mewled out, lips parted, feeling him press his soft lips against yours to muffle your loud, ecsasty-like moans. “good girl, good fuckin' girl.” he groaned, rubbing your clit with his wet, calloused thumb, the hand laying against yours moving to the top of your head, gripping a tight fistful of your hair while making out with you.

simon's wet tongue ran over your bottom lip as he ploughed his bulbous, veiny dick into your swollen slit. he tightened his grip, pulling your hair as you clutched around him. squeezing around his girthy dick with each thrust.

“please—si!” you gasped through sloppy kisses, making you shudder and tremble, bucking your hips as you squirted all against his muscular abdomen. he quickened his already ruthless pace, panting and praising you with that rough, manchester accent. your cunny sloppy and messy, covering his heavy, hard dick in slick before he spurted his load into your walls.

your gummy walls squeezed around his inches, making you whimper out loudly. a pure, dumb little mess with cum-covered lingerie. panties cum-soaken and stained. “so full, yeah, sweetness?”

[ink-the-artist]

Rare @uncleflutus sighting

[flame-cat]

i love ford getting mad @ stan & accidentally triggering a flashback/bad memory recollection & that startling him enough for him to stop being angry

major wake up call. i love that man getting humbled

hmmmm yes i love it i'll take 20

bonus thing that happens Later

[watermelaa]

is this what gojo felt when he saw geto in shibuya?

[justaz]

coleaders klance who have each others back whilst arguing til they're blue in the face. a dignitary from a planet watching keith and lance argue and lance says something and runs away before keith can rebut it which leaves him scowling. the dignitary seeing this as their way in with the black paladin and saddling up to him and complaining about lance. keith doing a complete 180, his eyes going yellow and his skin slowly shifting purple as he glares at the alien and the alien panics and is just like "haha sike hes actually really cool and amazing and i would do anything he asks ahahahaplsdontkillmehaha"

a dignitary finding out keith is galran and seeing klance argue so he goes to lance, the red paladin and second in line should anything happen to the black paladin, and insulting keith's heritage and implying that should lance stage a coup then he'd have whatever planet the random alien is from in his corner. lance pasting on a wide, faux smile and "soothing" the aliens fears/concerns about keith being galran by saying that if their planet doesnt want a galran to save them then voltron wont force them to join the coalition and they can fight the empire themselves. the alien freaking bc hello??? their planet against the might of the galran empire?? they'd be crushed!! and the alien is just like "i meant no offense im so sorry pls dont leave us for dead"

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal

[Soothing Restful Song]

[You hear a bell. Chiming, tolling, calling your name.]

[zeibei]

"This is what cool means!"✨

[crisp-whisp]

Sup. I'm getting huge skylanders brainrot rn & it's painful bc there's like no fandom on twitter. I'm hoping to join a community here. Here's some art I made recently as an offering. Cya lol

[terriblygrimm]

ughhh crying abt

“i’m never getting inside of that head again. i need your word, erik”

the seriousness of which erik has never seen on charles. the callousness he’s never witnessed directed at him. the fact that charles refuses to just feel that erik is a good person within his head - his demand that erik say it out loud and confirm that his actions will line up with his heart. on charles’ terms because at this point he’s driven himself crazy with his mixed emotions over erik and he’s practically shaking and he’s soaking wet standing in front of him, voice trembling, but certain. i need more from you. after erik’s pleasant, unsure but good-natured flirting got turned down. and erik is just instantly humbled - no jokes, no playful banter. charles is hurt. they cut to the chase right then and there. and erik knows it’ll come to a head soon enough because he has a lot to say too - but for now he just decidedly nods, conceding. he wants to make charles feel better.

[skitskatdacat63]

"From triumph to failure is but one step."

+ the usual

I love when I can include paper sketches in the process gif. It's very satisfying to see it progress from a very vague imagining of what was in my head to the finished project.

+ version without text

My favorite sketch was definitely the one where I actually put in words what it's supposed to convey. I wouldn't usually write that down, cause it's all in my head, but it was useful to do so when sending it to other people. I'll go into it more but here it is just as a teaser:

Lmao first of all, I like how I was teasing "Spanish GP" art, but as per usual, it's just thinly veiled au art. IM SORRY, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING GENERAL POSTERS, THAT'S NO FUN! So instead you will get weirdly relevant matador au art. I like it a lot though, I was really shocked I was able to draw 3 different Fernandos, I mean even drawing one figure takes a lot out of me, but this was weirdly easy?? I think it's just the effect of not being burnt out anymore, and actually being able to draw with more ease makes me feel like a god.

Okay, so the text: "Fight or Flight?" I'll be honest, I don't even remember why I chose it, literally came to me in a vision 😭 But I think it's fitting with the narrative of this piece. Is it better to keep going on, keep fighting, or better to finally give up, and flee? Not that I even remotely think he should give up, but I feel like sometimes I can sense him pondering this very question. That was the big fear before he announced that he re-signed. Keep fighting and maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to finally go up against the bull again. Or accept it's an uphill battle and the fighting is going to keep getting more and more strenous, and maybe it's time to put down the sword. SORRY THIS IS SO ANGSTY FOR WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE "yayyyy home race!!!" Please forgive me <3

I. Renault

At some point, someone pointed out to me that I had drawn all other iterations of matador Fernando with a sword, except for Renault Fernando, and that ended up feeling very poignant to me. In a bull fighting match, they really only pull out the sword at the last minute to deliver the killing blow. So I think it's important to never draw this Fernando with a sword, because it shows the unfailing confidence and stability he has at that point. He only needs to pull out the sword at the end, as a formality almost, there's no reason for him to keep his guard up at all times.

II. Ferrari

Meanwhile this Fernando, he's considering his sword like he hasn't had to in the past. He's checking the sharpness, making sure in advance he can do what needs to be done. He's on guard, he feels like he needs to keep up his defenses at all times because he doesn't have that same amount of trust and stability anymore. He knows though he will be up against the (red) bull, at least that's never in question. At least there's the assurance he'll get the chance to fight.

III. Aston

Oh, Aston Fernando....He doesn't know whether to take up his sword or finally put it down for the last time. While at least Ferrari Fernando knows he's on constant guard against the bull, this Fernando doesn't even have that assurance anymore. He feels like he can never put down the sword, just in case he gets the chance to strike the killing blow on the bull, which feels like it's growing more and more unlikely.

Spanish flag: ? Lmao this was meant to be something to celebrate Fernando's home race and it turned very introspective whoops. Also got the Napoleon quote in there hahaha, can't escape it!! Shame though there is no French gp anymore, if so I'd probably draw an unhinged thing for it :,(

[toomanysubcultures]

idie headshot + movement sketches!!

[sk-yay-sk]

I don't like any of the maps I've seen for HTTYD so i'm playing a puzzle game w all the locations. This is the 3rd version so far

[trashrattt]

Idk how to explain this tbh (gore tw)

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

I think we overlooked the fucked up polycule dynamic potential of team bolas x the dog that hunts them

they gave him a house. he paid rent. he hunted them, picked them off one by one, but when they sought to hunt him he ran. the tormented and the tormented. the hunters and the hunter. them huddling around a fire, burning themselves as he lurks in the dark to devour any that stray too far from the light. when they gather their rocks and throw them as one he flees, tail between his legs as he hunts for his own safety

is there not familiarity in that? is there not love in the violence? let me kill you, i will return your greatest treasure. let me kill you, you’ve already destroyed me and mine. there is loneliness to the dark and hate in the bloodshed. what is hate if not the other side of love. what if obsession if not love driven too far. all of them bathed in the blood of the others, baptized by sin after sin after sin. mothers carry their litters in their mouths- when do the teeth at your throat start to feel gentle? bad once said about cellbit, “it was like throwing a ball, and saying fetch.” that went wrong for him. cellbit once said about bad, “you’ve gone soft.” that went wrong for him, too.

do you remember the slime kills? slime was bad’s first blood, his first taste of oncoming violence. bad was slime’s last kill, an end to the desperation that was sparked with the first base raid. do you remember that first day? bad on the water, slime on the shore, calling him in like a siren. ‘look at me, look how killable i am’ says the bait, desperately trying to build a trap even as the prey fears the untied-noose wrapping around its throat. do you remember the tension? do you remember how the sun punished them both?

‘look at me, look how killable i am,’ says the poisoned frog to the wolf. the bird to the dog. do you remember the kindness? the killing and the killing and the killing, and the laughter. the killing the killing the killing, and the earnest offer to help? remember how jaiden fed herself to the dog. remember how the dog listened. ‘where is your stuff? i’ll take you to your body.’ thousands of blocks away. then more blood, no screaming, just laughter.

do you see? do you see? they built him a dog house, and he paid them rent. hunters snd hunters. he killed them to bring back their children and he failed and they brought back his instead. how can he ever repay that? their blood coats him. his blood coats them. all of them animals. all of them desperate. remember the familiarity of teeth and the taste of your own death. when its all said and done what will they miss the most- being the hunters? or being the hunted?

and then they all make out and take turns getting beaten to death by jaiden. shes part of the group murder but not the romance of death. instead she gets to go to the club (the Spawn Rave)