#maybe I’ll add to this later

[chain-chomp]

I love the Nintendo switch but the Nintendo switch doesn’t love me, you know? I felt like the wii loved me

[transkingcobra]

Thinking about how bg3 has such a message of just… be a supportive friend. That if you want to be good for someone, especially many times at their lowest, you just have to be there for them. Be genuine in learning about them, letting them open up as they feel comfortable, not downplaying what they share or arguing about it, accepting what they show you. That if you want to be there as a support for when they decide/are able to get better, you have to be there as a support now. That poking at their wounds and telling them they need to heal now only pushes them away and makes it harder for them to heal, and they certainly won’t see you as a safe support when/if they do. And if it comes to it, that you can’t say “maybe this is a line we don’t cross, actually” and be trusted if you’re never supportive.

A good run is just so “I love you as you are, I’m here for you, and, when you’re ready, I’ll be here for the hard parts, too”

[rajualex5545s]

[heyhanibee]

he aangy >:(

[ashtonq247]

Face designs for the Bat kids 👏👏👏

[clj-art-blog]

Wedding in Cangyan Sea (option two) | DFQC & XLH | CH, XF, SQ View all art CLJ 360°

[responsetoloneliness]

guys did i eat

sorry i haven’t posted in months i was tired 😪

[artbyfinnbrown]

Tier List of how good Re:Zero characters are at killing Subaru

[hhayfever]

I’m stupid, because drawing a pup hood (at least from this angle) was incredibly easy. So I was worried for nothing.

[nightmarearian]

Done (heavy quotation marks) with monster Ody @evergreen292 ;)

tbh I couldn’t for the life of me pick a color palette I liked And Render it so I gave up on color. Enjoy the half assery.

Tbh I’ve just been call it Ithacan Naga, but it’s objectively it’s a mix of snake, owl/bird, and human. So 🤷.

Tbh the wings are supposed to be white/gray-brown, cause owls & Hermes, while his scales are supposed to be an oscillating scale from sea green-blue to purple-tinted gray. Uhm. Evidently that sorta didn’t happen but also did. So.

The purple/grayer scales are gonna be more around with the feathers and wings.

Those fin colors are. Too blue and too bright but I love the colors themselves so they’re staying for now.

Uhm. That’s it for now, ig. I’m sorta on a timer rn and I’m tired so <3

The writing bit with this is still in the works (😭)

[vhoorlpool]

based off @slightly-knot-insane’s sexy af werewolf drabble… (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ muahaha!!

(nsfw under the cut— monster referred to as him because I love being a slut on this website /j)

trepidation, repugnance, utter disgust— your monster mate is only used to being seen as something to be feared and abhorred in the eyes of humans.

claws rip and tear into your captor, leaving a spray of blood and gore in replacement; a raw, sickening pink to red clumped in fleshy piles at his feet. you’ve taken his heart. rearranged the broken pieces left within and gifted him with something easier to understand. where he sees nothing but mistakes and regret stained under his sharpened nails and in the lines of calloused palms, you see refuge— a safehaven in the form of a hideous beast.

you were supposed to be with him today. he was supposed to be helping you inside and tucking you away into his home with your bags in tow, nesting with him in preparation for this season’s rut. instead, his heat is in full force; and you’re broken and bruised before him just because some fool thought they’d like to take you for themselves.

“damn it—! you alright, sweetheart?”

dirtied hands hurriedly cup your clammy cheeks as he looks you over, gaze worried and voice saccharine as he pulls you close. “look at what they did to my girl,” he castigates to himself, clicking his tongue in distaste as he swipes his thumb; gentle in the way he rids your face of mud; though smearing blood on the apples of your cheeks in accidental exchange. “out here thinkin’ they could take you away from me. look at where that got ‘em.”

he’s hard. achingly so, being so close and smelling your flowery scent that’s like solace turned aphrodisiac to his weary body and tired mind. his cock chubs; twitching in his pants as he breathes you in. “do you hurt anywhere? did they do anything to you?” and when you shake your head, it’s like he can finally rid himself the weight of a thousand worries off his back. with a low groan, he molds himself against you; big hands sliding down your back and settling on your waist instead. “smell so fuckin’ good, baby. god, you worried me to death out here.”

seeing you laugh as he gives the globes of your ass a soft, teasing squeeze has him chuckling along; the sound raspy and growly as he licks a wet stripe up the column of your throat. he’ll never be used to this— the devotion in your eyes and the warmth in your heart that’s all for him. he’s used to being the one who heels, the one who is shunned and scorned; and yet you’re knelt against him with your arms wrapped around his neck like he’s the next greatest, oversized plush you’ve got your hands on. saying he loves that is beyond an understatement.

“mm… ‘s it okay if I take these off?” he murmurs lowly in your ear, palming at your shorts with a look that’s nothing short of heated. “can’t help it, baby. when you look at me like that… fuck, makes me want you so bad—“ he’s hungry, but tender in the way he helps you shuck them off before helping you into his lap; letting you curl up against his chest. rough palms find the fat of your thighs as he spreads them slowly; making you straddle him before he’s playing with the wet heat between your legs like it’s a stress reliever. (but let’s be honest… it absolutely is.)

“so pretty,” he coos, using the pads of his fingers to rub slow, soothing circles into your ever swelling clit; his foe’s blood and your slick making a delicious, wet friction between your nub and his digits. he grins like the devil when he feels your back arch like a woman possessed. “atta girl. I’m gonna add more, yeah? keep your legs spread for me, princess.”

gentle. he’s gentle in the way he spreads you open with one finger before it melds into two, thrusting sloppily into your fat cunt as he uses his free hand to rub at your clit again. feeling you squirm makes him laugh; delivering a benign slap to your pussy that makes you let out a delicious little squeal. “will your noises be just as cute once I mount this pussy? tell me, pretty girl, do you want that?”

tired of his teasing, your answer is given when you turn in his lap to push him down onto his back; his hands coming to grip your hips on instinct. seeing you on top has never made him teeter on the edge of creaming in his boxers so quick— he almost has half a mind to feel embarrassed before you’re pulling them down and lining himself up with your entrance. as soon as you’re sinking down on his cock, his poor little brain is turned to mush.

so much for that.

“fff-fuckkkk….” the haze in his mind swirls like leaves in the wind as he thrusts up into you; helping you bounce on his fattening cock; wandering hands groping at your tits before he’s gripping your hips and speeding up his movements with a gutteral growl. “gotta breed you. gotta fuckin’ breed you so bad— please, baby, please. please, please, please—“ he feels like he’s losing his mind. as soon as you give him the okay, he’s rutting up into you like a man starved and you’re the closest thing to a full course meal he can find. “gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore. you want that? yeahhh, you do. want me to knock you up until you’re swelling with my brood. god, you’d look so—“

with a hoarse whine, he can’t keep himself from panting before he’s painting your insides with a thick, creamy white; letting you milk him dry before your tight pussy leaves him dead to the world. huffing, his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he absentmindedly rubs your hips; nuzzling his face into your chest as he peppers sweet kisses across your sweaty flesh.

“…that’ll teach anybody from tryin’ to steal you away again. so… how about a round two, hm?”

[l3viat8an]

Taking on to the idea 🥀 anon had about the dildos based off the brothers, imagine their reaction to finding you bought one of theirs? Imagine the ego boost for Levi when he finds out you were fucking yourself on a dildo meant to resemble HIM. Imagine Asmo buying his own and leaving it in your room, maybe in a place his other brothers will see it and get the wrong idea. After getting in a relationship, maybe you send a video of you fucking yourself with it while they're at work. Imagine them leaving you tied up with their dildo snugly inside of you to cockworm. Imagine Satan finding out you didn't buy his but did buy Lucifers-

Nsfw talking about this post

Giving Levi the ego boost he needs lolol

Even better tho!! Being in a relationship with Levi and sending him videos of you, using the toy whenever he’s ignoring you- (sometimes he gets a little too absorbed in his games yk?) -the next thing you know a very red and very horny Levi is standing in your bedroom doorway whining that you could’ve just come to him!!! You can have and use the real thing whenever you want!!!!

Asmo bought his own to double cheek the accuracy- he’s honestly a little surprised at the quality too, he’ll leave it wrapped up in some pink gift paper on your bed at first~ and then whenever he’s in your room he tries to put it out in the open….after all why hide something so perfect?

Mammon bought his own too but he’s still on the fence about actually giving it to you / putting it in your room-

Satan would want to find a way to brag to Lucifer and hold it over his head without outright saying something. ………tho maybe a photo or short video of Satan using the toy on you himself <3 so he can sent it to Lucifer-

Tho on the flip side buying Lucifer’s and not Satan’s but Satan still finds out- you won’t be walking tomorrow :)

[verrixstudios]

VERRIX’S VARIOUS PROJECTS!!

Hey guys!! I made some blogs for the projects I’m a part of! I’ll add some art I did so far too!

All of these projects have openings for help as well! I’ll list that too!

@thelegendsofpandora - This is a blog on a Avatar roblox game that I’m a concept artist for! I’ve been on this project for nearly two years now!

Applications Available: sound design, concept art, 3d art, code/scripters, general staff

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@untildarkfalls - This is a project for a fanmade Wings of Fire series set near Darkstalkers timeline! I’ve been on this one for four months now (I think?)

I don’t have any art for this one yet, it’s in a voice acting and storyboard stage rn 😭

Applications Available: Voice Actors & Artists (Animators preferred)

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@darkstalkerthemovie - This is a project to make an animated adaptation of Darkstalker’s story! I joined this one a few days ago lol

Applications Available: Voice Actors, Sound Design, Artists (animating, concept, storyboard and ETC)

Here’s a doodle I did of the beta Darkstalker design

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ALSO!! I do commissions!

[jello-library]

I wanted to make my reblog post from an headcanon by @an0n-vibes into a separate post from others to see.

Inspired by their ask right here!

ALSO! Please go check them out they are a lovely writer on our platform who deserves endless love and support. ❤️

Also if you have anymore stuff to add to this ramble I suppose?? If you make a post bout it pls tag me 😭 I would love to read more about this!!

Like, imagine the Reader doesn’t even KNOW Bill was the one who destroyed their home world. They get excited to see someone else of their kind alive from the incident and want to become friends with him because they feel lonely thinking they are the last one alive.

Just imagine them being nice and comforting to him. Even if he is a little inconsiderate and a little deranged. They still like him without the strings attached or any big ulterior motives behind their actions.

Granted they're a bit gullible since they are desperate not to be alone again. They have friends and they do care for them but Bill has this familiar aura to him.

Bill is to them memories that are now blurred colors and murky voices.

Bill is to them a sense of belonging, a sense of home, a feeling of dread, waves of sadness of people they can't remember.

Bill is a bit scary to them.

But…

They can't let this go! Do you know how to feel in this vast universe and still feel like an outcast?

Dimension after dimension!

Realm after realm!

Do you know how it feels to be void of your fear and regrets to somehow survive something like that?

To live to tell the tale that others couldn't. To see places and experience things that were so beyond their little flat world.

To finally see the stars…

But to push these rushing feelings down they grab Bill’s hand and now they feel safe.

He lets them do oddly enough the tiny comforting squeeze to signal him to keep talking about whatever.

They will continue to listen and Bill will continue to speak. Maybe their feeling of belonging is shared, right?

Does Bill feel comforted by their presence too?

Maybe?

Does he feel safe with them?

Maybe?

Well, time will tell and they will stay.

Aw…sweetie only if they knew the full truth…

[ratwithhands]

I'm gonna be joining Art Fight this year, so I boosted Cybernetic/ZA Emmet's model sheet ^^ He's honestly one of my favourite AUs based on concept but I just don't draw him much. Vivianite is also here, I should also probably draw him more.

Anyways idrk what else to add, but hopefully I’ll see some of you guys on artfight! Best of luck to everyone joining and hope it’ll be fun ^^

[bloobydabloob]

hi i love your art, and I want to ask a question. What's your inspirations for the artstyle you have? It's very experimental but also super confident and has high contrast

Hellooo, I’m happy you would care to ask. Thanks for liking my art. I’ll try to keep it short but I am finding this one hard to answer without rambling on aimlessly and barely answering the question. My bad.

Concise version

I place a lot of focus on displaying thoughts through visually capturing art. I also have a tendency to condemn art style stagnation and obsession, and I like to mess around. I don’t focus on style even remotely. The confidence is because of the way my body throws lines onto a page and the contrast is because I like contrast.

My inspiration isn’t consistent, so I won’t bother listing off specifics right now other than : I’ve been getting more into abstract art, and I have a burgeoning interest in getting messy with it. Mainly I just look at art for hours a day and I really love and care about art. I’m in no way a professional but I think that’s all you need.

Meandering version I wrote first

+ A vaguely related comment from talking to another friend about my art improvement yesterday.

Here is some older lists of (largely internet based) artists that inspire me though. I would have some additions and subtractions right at this moment, but I thought it might be worth adding.

I’m sorry. I don’t think much of this is very well written, I’m too excited to talk about inspiration and about art and I am indubitably missing things out. Feel free to tell me if I’m missing out something you would want an answer to.