#maybe next time ...

[crabsnpersimmons]

still low on spoons

and work is still busy

for now, please enjoy

one spoon moon

[applesaucify]

phighting silly compilation

[vhsstank]

Here,have some dumb shit

GUH Tumblr fucking eats the quality

[segamascott]

[turqo]

[zondearts]

I really wanted to draw @melenthropy s' warrior cats niigo designs for a while, so I finally did

[persimminwrites]

THE iron bull

[concretesweetner]

Idk

[moonstruckdraws]

ROTTMNT Princesses!!

original & slight distortion

This was an idea I literally had yesterday. I had a vision in mind, but a post I saw a while back popped into my head and it was this post by droppincofdrops (an extremely amazing artist). I took heavy inspiration from the post, so credit is obviously given.

(I just realized I forgot Donnie's markings, we're going to ignore that tho yeah?)

I had a lot of fun with this! Leo's my favorite overall with everything, mainly with his pose idk, but Donnie's outfit was my favorite to render. I did make Raph's dress a bit too purplish-pink instead of more redish-pink, but oh well.

I prefer more pastel colors with strong saturated highlights, so making the colors extremely saturated was fun to experiment with. They all look so sweet & like they're having fun so I'm happy with that.

[evionit]

After like two years of being obssessed with this game i finally decide to draw them xD

Expect more... probably

[chocolatemilkricecake]

Cute theory on Sinsmas (stolitz)

Stolas and Blitz see lips eachother for a moment, they was think for a second to kiss, but blitz changed it onto a hug

if u look, they did that, IM GOIN TO SCREAM OMGGGG❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭✨✨✨💓💓😍💖😆

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

also the FUCK1N hug was so cute..i officialy prefer it, also they get kissed on the battle (eeeeeeeeeeeeeek >w< )

This for warm stolas aaaaaaaaaaaaah (so cute)

He wanna stay with him 😭✨

M&M's notices that😈

Blitz is so confortable with stolas💓

He want do choices with him🥹💖

They're so close !!😊❤️‍🔥

he smiled🥹🥹🥹

They're both fell in love now, and we're happy :)

Now let's enjoy this Christmas/Sinsmas togeter!!❤️‍🔥✨

[pricegouge]

this time you can thank woolie and stelle for this one

part three of the honey series

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gaz x f!reader

cw: f!reader. microphilia, objectification, exhibitionism. dubcon kinda but everyone is into it. MDNI

kyle had asked for dinner and a show, but it's hard to command a room at your size. harder still when you're trapped in a drink dispenser.

men stop occasionally, only usually taking notice of your presence after reading the card set beside your display, and then only usually if they were alone, no one to distract them. they'd hit the tap, sway idly, cast about for some sort of entertainment while the liquid bubbled around you, a series of temporary vacuums which made your ears thrum. eventually their eyes would land on the placard - fairy fresh honey, for your enjoyment - and they'd look to the dispenser with renewed interest, delighted even further when they caught the double meaning.

from your perch atop a raft of orange slices, you've been charged with keeping yourself entertained all night, a constant source of sweetener to make the punch more heady and saccharine by the hour. it was an easy task from the safety of your container. guests were permitted to look but not touch, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't do anything for you. you liked the attention, liked seeing the repeat customers getting more and more intoxicated as the night went on - with your taste, with the sight of you; it didn't matter much. just more kindling for the heat that burned within you. sometimes, they'd go and fetch their friends to share in their new-found treasure, a ring of guests looking on and cooing at you as you kept yourself teetering on that constant edge, teasing you to tip yourself over and give them what they wanted. their faces were refracted and distorted through your container, voices muffled, but it only added to it all, made them unreal and nonthreatening.

but kyle had said you couldn't, that you were to save yourself for his drink later, his 'nightcap', after everyone went home. he'd come by every now and again to sample the punch, make sure it wasn't overly sweet. he'd wink at you when he found you were behaving for once and reward you by being gentle when he'd have to top off the dispenser, a ladle kept down by surface level to ensure the drink mixture wouldn't splash too much as he poured it in. your little raft would float back to the top easily each time and then kyle would lean close to press a kiss against the sticky crown of your head and you'd start all over, skin abuzz with his touch.

but as the night drags on and little twinkle lights replace the sun, your bubble grows cold and your pleasure grows sparse. you tap on the glass as kyle passes with a tray of finger foods and he frowns at you for a moment before processing the ice still floating around in the punch, the warmth of the day having died off enough that they haven't melted in a timely manner. he nods and holds up his finger. wait. you're still pouting about it when he gets back and he laughs as he scoops you up in a cup, lets you hide low beneath the rim as he walks around saying good night to everyone.

outside of the protection of your container, the guests take on a bit of a beastly quality. you see more fairies, worn like lanterns on the hips of their companions, or decorated in jewels and chained to their throats like necklaces. you've always known you were lucky to have been found by kyle, but you gain a new appreciation for that when you see one poor soul clenched between the teeth of a rather grisly looking man, her face twisted in some bad mixture of pain and pleasure. some of them see you, dare to ask kyle for one last taste. you sink further into the cup each time, eyes burning as you stare up at them through the murkiness of the sugary punch. you wish kyle would put his hand over the cup like a lid but you know he likes showing you off too much and he never does, lets you flounder under each stranger's gaze as he takes too long to deny them.

but eventually everyone does leave, and kyle retreats inside where he places you on the counter in the kitchen and tells you to stay in your cup.

"don't worry, you'll be warm enough soon," he promises, then goes about getting the kettle on. he showers you in praises as he waits for it to warm because he doesn't play fair, tells you how well you did for him and how everyone talked about you. says you looked so cute on your clever little raft. he kisses your forehead again and grins when he sees how it makes your wings flutter.

he doesn't let the kettle come to a boil, stops it just before it can and pours some water on his wrist to make sure it's not too hot. his tea bag goes in before you but you're quick to follow, loosing a deep sigh as you're lowered into the welcome heat. you loosen up as the tea steeps, tacky, sugary residue left over the punch sloughing off in iridescent swirls across the surface as the water slowly darkens to his preferred level. you hadn't realized how sore you were until right then, the balance of having to keep your raft level while actively fidgeting on it all day having left your core a little overworked. kyle lets you steep just as long as the tea itself, cooing at you all the while just to watch you squirm.

but eventually it's enough and you grin when he goes to fish the bag back out, bare finger dipping into the mug alongside you. not even bothering with pretenses, it seems.

"c'mere," he mutters, but it's not the tea bag he goes searching for. you dodge him a few times, more out of playfulness than a genuine desire to deny him. kyle isn't fooled. he grins as he corrals you against the wall of the mug, the base of his forefinger pressed against your chest to keep you place as his finger tip slips lower, wedges itself between your thighs to force you straddle it. already you're leaking, muted gold ink swirling into his favorite nightcap.

"that's it, luv," he jostles his finger gently, encouraging you to ride it. he always takes good care of his fingers for you but in the heat of the tea his skin feels even softer, a pillow to rest your abused cunt on. when you rock forward, you can feel the hard ridge that makes up the inner hinge of his first knuckle. "one last show for the night, hm? just for me, so make it good."

[ruinme-please]

love for the first mask ❤︎

[oriixxc]

2/6 of my last art giveaway/粉丝点图

[totallynotsarkaz]

(braincell activated)

[technicallyneon]

big ups to substance abuse