#lmk if you have requests

[pangloss-artee]

free valentine's day sketch requests from twttr!! (michael was a personal one tho)

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I LOVE LOVE LOVEEE YOUR DESIGNS FOR THE EDDSWORLD GUYS SO MUCH OMG!!! have u ever drawn post-end tord?

hes not having a good time.

also thank u :))))))))

[theerastour]

requested by anonymous

lover & midnights lock screens (like/reblog if you save 💜)

[euyrdice]

screaming crying throwing up thinking ab aokise. it’s just like. childhood friends. right person wrong time. childhood wasn’t kind to us, was it? it wasn’t our fault we got farther from each other. i wish we’d tried harder to stay in reach. high school isn’t so bad. are you happy? your team lost, mine won. my team lost, yours won. i am sorry we’re meeting like this. we always find our way back but not in the way we wanted. you seem happier now. you love basketball again. it’s something in your eyes. i wish i had been the one to bring you back. what an awful thought, right? you know i’ve always been selfish. i feel something aching when i look at you. we’re a little awkward when we run into each other, but we’re both good at playing it cool. joking around like nothing has changed. i heard you got accepted into university. does the air feel heavy to you when we’re together? is it just me? i don’t know what to say to you; i won’t say anything at all. you looked nice in your graduation suit. your mother said she misses me. i’ve been googling how to stop looking back. the cherry blossoms are starting to bloom. do you think of me like i think of you? i am starting in the next university basketball game despite being a first year; no one’s surprised. i’m thinking of you less now. i heard someone laugh and it sounded like yours. don’t be a stranger. you’re not a stranger. someone on my new team asked me about you. why can’t i understand that you’ve been a stranger for a long time. see you around. good game. nice to see you.

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

Tav and the Tadfools are definitely the most insane friends Dammon has ever made

rebranding myself as an artist who draws hot video game characters in slutty little crop tops 🫡

first drawing of three that I'll be doing of my favourite bg3 tieflings in the silliest tshirt quotes I could find on pinterest 🤭 Rolan and Zevlor pieces coming next!!

[askbrahmsheelshire]

hi!! i wanted to ask for a Brahms x gender neutral reader writing drabble! can you please write brahms with an s/o who has been drawing him a lot and accidentally finds their sketchbook on their desk? thank you!

ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉᵎᵎᵎ ᴵ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵐᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᶦⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ

Brahms x GN! Reader Warnings: Posessiveness, Consensual but Not Safe or Sane, Minor Sexual Content POV: 3rd Person Limited, Brahms Perspective

His fingertips glide across the cheek of his porcelain mask, riding the ridges of the lips that are cracked from years of wear. His eyes glance down to a discarded book, pages haphazardly flipped open. It feels odd, this flipped dynamic.

Being watched, that is.

His eyes are used to watching them through the cracks in the walls; from behind this mask he’s worn since the fire tore through his flesh. Being a predator hungry for its’ prey, hiding and concealing himself in the shadows.

He’s felt their eyes on his hulking frame every day this week, marking and etching into the paper of the moleskin they carry. Sitting in the parlor, behind the kitchen counters… In bed, as he stares down at them through this ceramic facade. Their eyes, locked onto his mask, trying to see through it. Scanning and memorizing, marking and recording.

More than a dozen different sketches of his own face and body lined and shaded are littered throughout the pages. These sketches show everything— the angry burns that crawl down from beneath his mask and onto his shoulder, his relentless body hair, the brown ringlets of his hair that frizz out and go straight in mismatched places.

He didn’t realize he’s been this thoroughly…examined. While he was busy recording their curves into his memory, their every movement throughout his home repeated like a mantra in his head, they were busy doing the same. His chest… His eyes behind his mask…The folds and draping of his clothes against his body. The unmistaken straining of his pants.

He can’t help but groan, wetting his lips to the physical desire of his lover leaking off the page. His thoughts becoming more and more muddied the more he sees his lust reflected back on the rough textured paper.

A creak of the staircase, barely audible, hits his ears. He knows every weakpoint in the old floorboards of this home to recognize when his lover is making their way up the stairs. Like a sixth sense.

His body catches them before even a squeak can escape their throat. Moving like a shadow across the floorboards of the bedroom to the opening door, just a gust of wind hits their face before they see him there. A hand reaches out, stopping the door’s swinging movement and pinning their bodies together against its’ frame. He looms over them, faces mere inches away. It’s only then do they find the air returning to their lungs, eyes wide in shock, finally seeing him there before them.

That look— that desperation! In the short time he’s had them here as his new plaything, he can still get this kind of reaction from them! That sort of desperation and fear when startled and backed into a corner, primal and animalistic. It’s intoxicating, it’s all his! Mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

“Gh— Brahms…! God, you scared me—” The blush errupts across their face, beautiful, hot blood, taking over the color on their cheeks. Their eyes whip from his mask straight to the scene of the crime, the mistakenly discarded notebook that lay open on the dresser. Whines and whispers of an animal pinned down by the teeth of a predator croak from their lips, followed by an embarrassed and nervous smile. “I didn’t mean to leave that out.”

Cute.

Cute, cute cute. Cute!

Their breath is uneven, shoulders shaking at every inhale, heart thrumming like a small little hummingbird. He moves in closer, God, he can’t control it, moving his face into the crook of their neck and his breath pounding on the inside of the ceramic. It’s like he can taste the blood on his lips through the thin skin of their neck. That racing pulse, drumming, drumming, drumming under their jaw is enough to make him faint.

“Did you see everything?” They ask, smugness and pride playing on their lips, despite their nervousness and embarrassment. Had they left it out on purpose? Was it meant to entice him, a game they've devised for his amusement? He loves these kinds of games.

He doesn’t answer, just breathes in their hot breath and scent, porcelain cold against the sensitive lobes of their ears. Shaking like a poor deer caught in the scope of a hunter’s rifle. It’s more fun this way, forcing information out of them, making them think they’re giving it up on purpose. Entice, sit, wait.

“You’re just beautiful, Brahms. I can’t help but draw you.” They smile, still shivering and swaying like long, wild grass. A spark of indignation flickers when he doesn't deny looking at their drawings, "It's only fair. You stare at me all the time."

His voice, high and wrong for a man his age, “You don’t like when I stare?” A hint of a smirk on his real lips.

“I didn’t say that!"

A quick retort, almost too loud for how close they are to one another.

That look—! The desperation for his approval, their fear and exhilaration. Their eyes cast down quickly, embarrassed by how quickly they needed to clarify.

He needs it. To the core of his being, he craves it.

The saliva pooling under his tongue is overwhelming as his eyes dart across their features. He swallows hard.

A whimper rushes past their lips. “I’m sorry, Brahms,” they apologize, voice light and unsteady. “I didn’t mean for you to find it, I—” A startled squeak as his hands find the sides of their face, thumbs nestled on the skin of their temples, stroking and smoothing the skin there. His grip forces their eyes to meet.

“Why?” He finds his voice, too delicate, too unstable. They didn’t want him to see? Why not? Hasn’t he been good? He knows he’s been good, he’s been nothing but obedient. He’s good, he’s good, so then why? Why, why, why?!

Their eyes shine with something he can’t place— something he can’t understand. He’s good, he’s been so fucking good.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Their hand rests on his chest, rubbing smooth, small circles. God, that feels good. Good. Good. He’s so good. “I didn’t mean for you to just… stumble upon it.”

His fingers tighten their hold, scratching the line of hair on their neck, sending a shiver straight down their spine. “And how would you have wanted me to find it?”

Their breath hitches, eyes wide as they look into the empty eyes of his mask. “I… I wanted to show you. I wanted to show you how I see you.”

“Show me,” he whispers, his hands releasing their grasp moving down, down, down to grip their waist.

“Show me how you see me.”

[originalvisual]

hi friends! like i promised, i'm finally opening gg requests here!

what you can request:

mv sets (full mvs)

idol + facecam (give me date or let me pick)

ending fairy comps (1 or 2 members per set)

you can ask for any groups/soloists i like/know - it's okay if i'm not a fan but i will refuse if it's someone i dislike or i'm uncomfortable giffing (the list includes groups with mostly miniors like nj or illit, and idols like soyeon, hyuna + ppl who recently supported her etc etc. if you follow me, you probably know).

you can request multiple things, just send separate asks for each one!

i will update this post when i close requests (and it's gonna happen when i decide i got enough).

i'm slow and i have a lot going on irl atm so please don't get upset if you have to wait a bit.

done sets will be tagged with #requests.

[jiyansthesis]

i need magnus fanfictions NOW. THE ONE FROM MY STORY ANIMATED. I NEED HIM. BAD. NOW. NEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[cthaehart]

Chibi Peep Show

[svtskneecaps]

took advantage of what may apparently be the last quiet qsmp night for a WHILE to watch through some day 1 vods, since i didn't hop on the train until mid april. holy SHIT there is gold in those metaphorical hills. one day i gotta make a compilation fr but it is so tedious the way i get clips.

anyway here's a collection of highlights:

[therighthandofvengeance]

🍊🍊🍊 a man never forgets his first love 🍊🍊🍊

[soapsbaby]

bottom Valeria headcanons pls, we're starving 😔

Yessir 🫡 Always down to write my favorite girl. Already did one of those that you might enjoy here!

Summary: Subby Valeria Headcanons Characters: Valeria Garza x Reader Rating: nsfw (minors DNI) Word Count: 450ish

She loves and hates how easily she falls into a submissive role when she is with you. She hates having to beg for you and how humiliated it makes her feel but on the other hand she just can’t help it, her mind just goes to that place immediately. She needs you to put her into her place and she needs it badly.

Sometimes, when she can’t get the words out, she’ll just grab your hand and guide it where she needs it, praying that you are in the mood to just let her have what she needs.

Usually you are. You always have a hard time denying her but it’s almost unbearable when she is that desperate. 

You don’t like when she gets too flustered and beats around the bush so you’ll force her to look you in the eyes when she refuses to actually say what she wants. If it’s needed you grab her by the hair to force her to do so. 

Sometimes you like to degrade her a little, humiliate her. How do you think your men would like to see you like this, hm? Their boss, choking on my cock/strap? Do you think they could still take you seriously, hm? It makes her so whiny and melts her pretty little mind.

It makes you nearly go insane that in fact they do not see her like this. That no one does, no one except for you. No one gets her on her knees like this, no one gets her to beg them to fuck her like you do.

She loves taking the risk though, having you fuck her in the next room over from where her operators are waiting for her. You leave marks on her in all of the places where she can hide them, so it’s just you and her that know they are there.

Sometimes you wish you could show them. Sure, you understand why you can’t and that Valeria has a reputation to keep, but you know there are some of them that desire her, you can tell by the way they look at her.

Sometimes you just want to grab her by the neck in front of them, push her over a table. And she’d just take it like she always does. Look, you would say. Look what I get to do and you never will.

She wants to be owned and made to feel like you are possessive over her. She wants to be your property and for you to use her like a toy. She would normally never allow any disrespect from anyone, but with you she almost craves it. She wants to be useful to you.

[zaacoy]

Hiii I just wanna say that I love your art so frikin much like the way you draw is just so perfect like how??? bro Im stealing your hands so be cautious/j

anywayz

I dunno if your still doing Freenoodles suggestions but here's one if you are cuz Im absolutely obsessed with that ship rn:

so just Tang and Pigsy being relatively gay and someone litterly anyone (maybe MK I dunno) walk in and is so confused because my lil headcannon is they're Relationship is probably closeted if thats even the term idk Im like half asleep idk what Im doing

(Help why is this so long-)

Hihi!! Thank you!!!! You'll have to fight me to get my hands tho >:3c

Here's theyyyymm

[lostandbackagain]

dustfinger spends 90% of his life seeing how close to getting his ass beat he can get without actually getting hurt and guessing wrong almost every time

[this-love]

gracie abrams interview magazine photoshoot icons !

76 icons on my icons page

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reblog or like if you use

direct credit back to @this-love

[coolerspirithalloween]

⭐"Do you carry a dream, Manager Esquire? Verily, I do!"🐴

A stimboard requested by anon for Don Quixote, with fast and 'upbeat' stims, from the game Limbus Company.

Gif credits under the cut.

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