#late pfft

[gothearts]

Sorry for vanishing, I've been more active on tiktok as of late.

Anyways, here's a few designs for my au I mentioned a while back.

[petrichorium]

"was wondering where you slipped off to."

a month ago, you think, the sound of a man's voice in your kitchen well past midnight would have given you a heart attack. instead, much to your chagrin, shanks' low rasp—heavy with sleep—only has warmth curling in your chest. you purse your lips.

"’s my home. where would i go?"

shanks presses up against your back. only half an hour ago he’d done the same, tucked beneath the covers of your bed and curled around you so tightly it’d been a challenge to pry yourself free and slip away. you’d thrown on his shirt—plucked it from a corner of your room, a puddle of sea-softened cotton, not bothering to button it any further than you’d found it. he pinches at the sleeve and tugs it down, dragging the fabric down over your arm until it settles, buttoned opening only just covering the swell of your breast.

he’s gentle, touch slight as he brushes the knuckle of his index finger up your bicep. his lips are equally soft when he kisses at your shoulder. his hand finds your stomach, pressing into you, pressing you back into him, then sliding over and settling at the crook of your waist.

that mouth trails over your newly bared skin, up the slope of your collar to unabashedly bury his face into your neck and inhale, deep and slow.

"mm." the noise he lets out is something between a grunt and a sigh, low and rumbling against you. "dunno. you always find somewhere to hide away. what're you making? better be good, for my troubles."

"cookies," you say absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the orange glow of the stovetop light before you where two large brown cookies, still on their baking sheet, are cooling. then you blink. "your troubles?"

"woke up to an empty bed," he bemoans, "had to come down so many flights—"

"three. you think i don't know how tall my lighthouse is?"

"so energetic in the middle of the night. where do you even find the energy?"

you tut, reaching up with your hand to lace your fingers in his hair. almost immediately he turns his face into your palm, pressing a kiss there and rushing to leave more on the pads of your fingers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your inner wrist.

"same place you find the energy to complain, i suppose." your thumb twitches as he nips at the base. "i could kick you out, you know."

"how cruel." his hold around you tightens. "you know my back hurts when i sleep on your stoop."

your head snaps to the side, determined to hide the way your face burns at that straightforward confession. luckily shanks seems preoccupied continuing to kiss at that hand, and a second later the oven timer beeps, drawing the attention of both of you.

"looks good," he says, loosening his grip just enough to let you reach out for one of the cookies, now cool enough to pry from the baking sheet.

"does roux ever bake?"

shanks lets out a bark of laughter. "roux's more of a hearty stew kinda guy."

"ah. 'course." your words are mumbled, spoken through the gooey mass of molten chocolate you've just bitten into. still warm, the cookie begins to fall apart almost immediately, collapsing between your fingers—shanks leans in to catch the greater part of the mess with his tongue, laving it over your palm and then up the length of your fingers for any remaining trace of chocolate, careful to press the roughness of his scruffy cheek along your shoulder with each movement. it draws gooseflesh there, sends a shiver down your spine that pools warmly at the base of your stomach.

"i made two for a reason, you know." in the dark quiet of your kitchen at this hour, you keep your voice low, barely more than a whisper.

"mm." his hum is more chipper this time, muffled around your finger as he slowly draws back. "we can split that one too if you'd like."

but his arm tightens around you once more, and he drags his nose along the length of your neck, lips brushing over the skin. when he reaches the base he pauses, pressing a kiss there—then another to the side, and another, lingering and meticulous as he crosses your nape.

"or," he starts, as if breathing a secret, "we could go back to bed."

"sounds like you've made up your mind."

"come back to bed with me. you need rest."

your lips twitch, all too aware that his plans hardly involve rest—yet still you nod. "fine."

and as soon as the word falls from your lips he has you slung over his shoulder, already on his way towards the stairwell. you catch one final glance at the lonely leftover cookie; in the morning it'll be hard, cold, and far too much to eat alone, but shanks has the right idea, you suppose.

you'd much rather spend the rest of the night tangled in the sheets with him.

[gniteruirui]

I think I’m in love with Honey 👉👈

What do I do? Is there a cure?

No cure; only suffering (I think he likes you back)

[dtdrawz]

guys they have socks on it's not gay

happy VERY LATE yaoi day ft. the BSSMP version of kist (I think they go by LOVE affair nowadays, which is sick as hell)

[howlsnteeth]

🐑 👑

[cyellolemon]

What a man fr..

1st one inspired by a base and 2nd one is a redraw of the illust of the song About me (papiyon)

[0perfectimperfections0]

Oh my gosh, wait-

But a Lion King AU for UglyDolls where, when Ox is casted out of Perfection, he becomes isolated and ends up being the villain of the story-

The Uglies basically become his loyal "hyenas" without them realizing that Ox is going to manipulate them in order to bring Lou down from power-

"Long live the king-" while letting go of his hand into the recycle-

Maybe not those exact words, but you get the idea.

Gah- I need to go to bed

[qoldenskies]

have u ever considered making a discord or tumblr community for your works?

at this point my actual main is kind of an open secret because ive revealed it before and am now posting art here (x if you want to see my oc content, not much of anything interesting there at the moment though) but still its a boundary i fear crossing because i am trying to keep the two semi-separate at least at the moment,,,, plus pretty much every time i have made or been in a discord community something has gone wrong because its given people the space to be real harsh and parasocial, sometimes people way younger than me, and bghfhgh i have SO MANY horror stories lmaooooo im nervous

and i know nothing about tumblr communities lolol. but if someone else wants to make one for any of my work, i'll def check it out!

[sysig]

You’re new to the Princess-Rescuing business, aren’t you? (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[not-xpr-art]

cas baby <3

(09/2023)

a messy/experimental sketch i did last year... let's pretend i posted this on cas day lol

[nikoisme]

Why is english not englishing

[rudnitskaia]

Happy Valentine's Day! 💖

For me true love is about unquestioned trust. About feeling yourself perfectly safe and calmly confident. About feeling like at home wherever you are. About feeling yourself welcomed and understood.

And when I imagine Rocky together with Mau, it's exactly what I imply. Are they perfect themselves? No. Both of them are far from it. But for each other — they're all they need. Despite life struggles, despite inner demons, despite lack of money and having a car as the only place to sleep, until they're together — everything will be fine.

If you read this, just know: such love exists. It's already in your heart. And sooner or later you'll inevitably find someone to share it with, and who'll share it with you in return. ✨💖✨

P.S.: I couldn't choose, so you can also find The Night Version of this art under the cut. ✨🌃🌙🌃✨

[nyenyel]

Just here to happily announce that I feel less trapped and less useless and less weak and I might actually find a way to get away from my abuser!!

[tenderhungering]

Why Does God Seem So Quiet To My Petition?

God comes to you as a father. you never quite get a glimpse of him, head looking down at your feet as though your existence brings you shame. an all powerful being that exists to remind you that you will never be pure enough but he loves you regardless.

you did not know you were not clean enough.

he introduces you to the idea of shame. do shame and fathers come at the same time? does shame leave? do our fathers ever really leave? does god love you? does your father? have you ever doubted? ever wished that he did not?

you kneel before god and whisper, i am ready to be good. i want to be good. can you tell me how? can you tell me if purity is something you can return to me?

god please reveal me the truth.

god please reveal me the truth.

god please reveal me the truth.

you are a hollow man filled only with desperation, ego and resentment. the love you have has all piled together in your wedding finger but even then, the metal of the ring burns. you cannot love properly. maybe in your own way.

you look at everyone like you love them. and maybe you do. or maybe you only love one person and you are beaming from it. or actually, you just love yourself and you want people to know.

you’re not sure if when you say all these things you are talking about your father or yourself. if when you go to catholic school and read about him, you can replace the word god with father for a reason. god starts to sound more angry than loving and perhaps that’s the way all fathers seem to love.

i need god to give me strength

i need god to give me strength

i need god to give me strength

you have disappointed your father again. the pangs of hunger that you were born with can only be sedated by biting down on your tongue. the blood in your mouth reminds you that you are wholly human. you are not capable of what he is. you will never be man enough; you beg and plead god to make you anything but yourself, as there is something missing.

and a more selfish part of you wants god to suffer as much as you have suffered for him. you refer to god as Father when you do so, hoping either one will listen. but you know it’s all the time — you are speaking to a man who is not listening.

why does god seem so quiet to my petition?

why does god seem so quiet to my petition?

why does god seem so quiet to my petition?

[pieflavoredartz]

did my “go diggin for kiraboss every now n again” n HOLY MARCKEL the eastern kiraboss likers back in da 2010s wuz up n at it dawg they were up n at it .. THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL‼️‼️

[sfarxuri]

CD Saga starting off to a great start :3c