#it's hard not to get inspired

[sadagios]

i need to stop listening to epic the musical while i draw, scar and grian are starting to look like odysseus

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[beastlyidiocy]

when the 𝑓(𝑥) = 𝑎𝑥³ + 𝑏𝑥² + 𝑐𝑥 + 𝑑 😋

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[welcometogrouchland]

I have a LOTT of sketches I could post rn but these 2 are recent and I'm fond of them <3 Steph costume ideas and Tim/Damian cringe bickering inspired by Batman: Brave and the Bold #18!

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[umblrspectrum]

tessa, being the edgy little freak she is, obviously took the original darkxwolf username

[whenthewallfell]

~ I Got Them Quarter Quell Blues ~

[madootles]

dramatic eyes. dramatic lips. drama on the cheeks.

sketch

[inkedinserendipity]

one of the reasons i think that the murderbot diaries’ emotional moments hit so hard is because of a scarcity effect that the author has set up really, really well.

because, like—murderbot, as a character, is an answer to the question how do you “show and not tell” emotional moments from the lens of a character who point-blank will not acknowledge any affection directed their way. or, instead of overtly stating that characters are friends (“tell”), how do you demonstrate it with text (“show”)? well, most authors go ham on characters smiling at each other, laughing, joking, expressing reciprocal loyalty.

murderbot does none of those things. murderbot probably never smiled before preservation, and definitely didn’t laugh. (this is only partially an exaggeration.) telling jokes? hell yeah, MB’s funny as fuck. to other people? hell no. that would require conversations and it’d rather die, thanks.

add that to the fact that murderbot treats any expressions of affection toward it—internal and external—like being bit by a snake.

so you have this character + writing style that bars most conventional ways of establishing relationships between characters. you also have this character who is basically incapable of feeling any sort of reciprocated, positive emotion toward itself. so what do you do?

you work around your character. murderbot will never pick up on affectionate body language. it hates hugs. every sentence it hears passes through about fifteen different filters of self-loathing. so you make your relationships clear, and when you hit, you hit hard.

you summarize snapshots of characters panicking about the main character getting hurt. you drop your character’s performance reliability (and their walls) and have them banter. you have your character walk in on the tail end of conversations that expose concern for it.

and then you do things so overt that even your shit-self-esteem character can’t talk its way out of. you have its friend tell it directly that it can’t lose it too. you have its friends accommodate it and understand it without it directly expressing a single need. you have its friends stand up for it in conversation when it is too tired to do so. and then, when you really want to hit, you have your character pretend to be physically compromised rather than have to feel one (1) positive emotion toward itself.

positive emotions toward itself can’t really pass through murderbot’s walls. so you have to establish relationships by beating your main character over the head with them. and it can’t be all the time—because that’s not how relationships and emotional recovery, yknow, works—but it can be sometimes, and it can be very powerful, and that is why i think murderbot diaries in particular is very, very effective.

[snekky-arts]

sorry i'm late i was busy with the existential crisis of it all

anyway, have something that gave me so much trouble but i think it turned out kinda well

also, this and the rest of this series are available on my Inprnt!!

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

[puppppppppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[mossy-paws]

Fantasy creature Phighters! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr. Guess who’s alive again!!!! Anyways here’s sword and rocket as fantasy creatures, I actually made these a long time ago but I just completely forgot to post them :’DD

for those curios, this is like a mini little fun silly au of mine, nothing much and I’m not gonna draw anything for it in the future but it was me turning Phighters into different fantasy monsters or creatures, currently:

Rocket is a Kelpie Centaur, Sword is a harpy, Scythe would be a Greek Sphinx, Subspace would be a manticore, Coil would be a Japanese Knobold, Broker would be a siren, Slingshot would be a werecat, etc etc! Here’s an extra little fun doodle by the way, I hate them. /aff

[styxxsyringe]

KRANK IT UP! KRANK IT UP!

[egophiliac]

redesigning my headcanon for Sebek's parents, based on important new information (SCALES)

(you can't see it but they're both wearing crocs)

[becca-e-barnes]

Did I just disappear for like 6 months? 😳 I really don't know where the time went! Shall we get back to some of my naughty nonsense?

Because recently I've been loving the thought of a delicious, thick beefy!bucky edging himself in his partner's slick, messy pussy 😵‍💫

He's certainly not selfish in bed but he's got a real soft spot for missionary for quite a few reasons. It lets him control the pace and part of the thrill there is knowing that's he's almost entirely responsible for delivering your pleasure. Each of his thrusts drives a little gasp or a moan or a shaky breath from you and knowing that he's earned your response adds so much to his enjoyment.

Another reason he loves missionary is that there's enough access for you to slide your hand between your bodies, rubbing at your own clit while he's taking his time with you and really, why wouldn't he love that?

Not to mention, missionary lets him feel close to you. It lets him look in your pretty eyes, it lets him see the need and the longing you're feeling for him. He can get lost in the faint smell of your perfume and the softness of your skin under his lips. He can appreciate the feeling of your chest against his and the way your free hand tangles in his hair or your fingertips press desperately against his back.

"Fuck, I love it when you touch yourself." He groans, giving you those longer, slower strokes that he delivers after a spell of going just a little too fast.

"Holy shit, that feels so good. You were made for me." You're practically whimpering, feeling yourself flutter involuntarily around him, your fingertips dancing over your own sensitive clit.

"I was. Was made for this. I'm made for you." He believes it. In that moment, there's nothing in him that thinks he should be anywhere else or doing anything else. He's meant to be right here, balls deep inside you.

"I love the way you fuck me. You have no idea." Your back arches slightly off the bed, pressing your chest closer to his, rubbing yourself ever so slightly faster. The sound of how wet you are as he slides in and out of you is borderline obscene.

"I know, sweetheart." He's so lost in this, he can't find anything else to say. He knows. "I'm so close." He moans, his head drooping so his forehead rests on your shoulder.

The pace of his thrusts stay even and measured but each one draws a beautiful, over-pleasured sob from him. He's not chasing his high yet. It's too soon for this to end. Instead, he's testing his own resolve and milking all of the enjoyment he can from his final few minutes. He won't last forever.

He sounds perfect like this. He's melting against you and you hear it in every groan he elicits. They're all for you; every last one of them.

You can't help but feel powerful. Flexing your muscles and squeezing around him would break all of that admirable resolve he's got. It's not in your best interest right now as you chase your own high but Lord, it's rewarding to know you've got him so hooked on you.

"Oh my God." You whimper, fingers frantically circling your clit as your own peak begins to hit you. It's all consuming, heightened by your partner's desperation not to finish too soon for you.

He works you through yours before he's too desperate for his own release. His thrusts speed up, drawing delighted whines from you while he overworks your body. He moans low and breathy in your ear, spilling inside you after what feels like a lifetime of edging himself.

He allows himself a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you slowly, rolling to the side and pulling your panting body tight against his.