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[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.

They dance 🎶

[itsjustoctavianhere]

Like the idea of him being the shortest guy in camp at some point.

[skyeconch]

🍎tagging:

You have to share a bed with the last character in your saved images.

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Don't ask why I saved this. LMAO

I feel slight fear over the thought of sleeping near him- feel like he'd just shove me out of the fuckin' bed. I'd get wing whacked. I'll take the floor I suppose.

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No pressure tags: @ghostslillady @ghosts-goldendoodle @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @random-thot-generator @random0lover @writeforfandoms @sofasoap @shadofireshinobi @waltzthegenderfluidpan @archiviststar @kneelingshadowsalome @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms @deadbranch @sky-is-the-limit

[meo-eiru]

🌸Welcome🌸

⋆˚✿˖° About me °˖✿˚⋆

I'm Meru, she/her, 19 years old. I mostly draw my original yanderes. I'm still new to writing instead of telling my stories purely through art so please bear with me :D

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While I am ok with most things I won't be answering asks that are too personal. While all traumas, coping mechanisms, sexual identities and experiences deserve being recognized, I'm not a professional and can make mistakes handling certain topics.

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[emilyondemand]

🌸 Choice 🦇

“Elain shall wed for love and beauty” -ACOSF Chapter 4

“. . . that love would trump even a mating bond.” - ACOWAR Chapter 55

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For this @elriel-month prompt, I wanted to showcase one of my, and most Elriels, favorite theories/hopes for the Elriel book: a secret wedding between Azriel and Elain. Seeing them choose one another over fate and the powers that be would be such an epic, incredible, and powerful love story.

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🦇Art by: @tpiola-blog

🦇Commissioned by: me

🦇Characters belong to: @sarahjmaas

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[sstargirln]

❞ ᝰ .ᐟ cowboy!art donaldson x reader

based on this request :

Anonymous asked:

art donaldson cowboy au where he works as a ranch hand for your dad.... and then he fucks u in ur daddy's grand farm mansion when he isn't home. hello im hard! ~ 🌸

TW : use of y/n ( 1 ) , smut MDNI - oral ( f receiving ) , swearing , not proofread

word count : 2264 (THIS IS SO LONG WHAT THE FUCK)

¡! ❞ a/n : uh im bricked anon! also basically dodge mason and panic reference ! and this is kinda shit im sowwy . REPOST BC LAST TIME IT FLOPPED AND IDK WHY .

choose ur own adventure type c.ai bot based on this here 

there was something about your pretty little accent that got art's damn mind spinning. clear, sort of clipped and lilting, the typa accent one could only get from living in the big old city of new york. you were his boss's daughter, which made it all the more sinful when he imagined that accent in... other (less proper) situations he shouldn't've been. unlike the other ranch-hands, he kept a polite distance. he didn't leer or ogle at you as you walked by — his momma taught him better than that — but he sure as hell wanted to as you bent down to pick up something from the front seat of your convertible. tiny little white skirt rising higher and higher and higher and higher and art was hooked. oh how he would love to ruin you, daddy's dear little girl visiting carp for the summer. oh how he would love to grab you by those meaty thighs, defile you 'till you were crying his name. oh how he would love.

he trudges through the mud up to the ranch house, all done for the day and ready to wash up in the worker's quarters in the back. his legs feel like lead after hours of wrangling the cattle and fixing fences in the blistering sun. the thin flannel he wore today clung to his skin, soaked through with sweat. before he even gets to look in mirror, he knows his face is all ruddy-like and burnt, even though his hat supposed to be protecting the damn sunburn that made his cheeks string.

he splashed cold water on his face. he grabbed an old rag to wipe his face, just about ready to head to the showers, when he heard it—that damn voice, right behind him.

he turned, and there you were. standing in the doorway, looking a little out of place in your crisp, white summer dress. your eyes scanned the tiny room like you weren’t sure if you should be there or not, and art figured you probably didn’t have much reason to be back here.

you gave a sheepish smile. "hi… i, uh, think i got a little lost. do you know where the main house is?"

he’d dreamed 'bout this moment before, though maybe not quite like this. you, standing there all pretty, looking gorgeous in your spotless attire, while he was still dripping in sweat and grime. the polite distance he’d vowed to keep suddenly felt a lot tougher to maintain now that you were looking at him, lips slightly parted as you waited for an answer.

he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, trying to focus on your face. "main house is back that way," he drawled, pointing out the direction you missed. his voice came out rougher than he meant it to. "reckon you took a wrong turn."

you smiled wider, stepping a bit closer. damn near makes him swallow his own tongue. "thanks," you reply, your tone light, conversational. "still trying to figure out my way around."

art nodded, eyes flicking up to meet yours, though his heart was beating faster than it should’ve been. he shifted on his feet, gaze shifting from your eyes down to your lips down to your chest down to your thighs down to — back to your eyes.

"i can walk you back if you want," he offered, tipping his hat back slightly, trying to stay cool about it, but hell, you already had him wrapped around your finger and didn’t even know it.

you gave him a slow nod, tongue flitting out to lick at your lips. "i'd appreciate that, thank you."

as the two of you made your way back to the main house, art tried his best not to tip over sideways at the sheer thought of you being this close to him. he feels like a pathetic little dog, all worked up over you just walking in line with him, brushing your arm against his every once in awhile. he's so focused on keeping his cheeks from flushing that he doesn't hear you the first time.

"hello?"

art blinked, shaking himself out of his daze. "huh? oh, sorry, darlin' —didn’t catch that."

you tilted your head slightly, a playful smile on your lips as you repeated your question. "what's your name? i'm y/n."

"art," he cursed himself for his curt response, but you didn't seem to notice, bright smile still holding as you nodded.

"nice to meet you, art." your gaze held his with a sort of lingering intensity that unfortunately made art's pants tighten even further than before. "so, what do else do you do here in carp when you're not showing lost city people around?"

art shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets. "dunno. i work, i guess."

you roll your eyes slightly and nudge at him with your elbow. "okay. what about for fun?"

art shifted awkwardly, feeling your elbow nudge him gently, sending a spark down his spine. he cleared his throat, "fun?" he repeated, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "ain’t much time for that out here, if I’m bein’ honest. mostly work, and maybe a beer with the boys now and then."

you let out a soft laugh, the sound teasing him in all the right ways. "that’s all? no girls? no beautiful maiden waiting around for you to finish all this hard work?"

art swallowed hard. he glanced down at his boots for a second, trying to collect himself, then back at you. "no, ma’am. no one special like that," he muttered. "guess I ain’t much for courtin’ these days."

your lips curved into a lazy smirk. "hmm. that’s a shame. a guy like you? figured the girls would be lined up." your eyes glint with a darkness that art knew all too well. it was the same hungry look he felt in his own gaze, pupils dilated and eyes half-lidded with desire.

art rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to flush under the heat of your stare. he bit at the inside of his cheek, his self-restraint fraying as he fought the urge to just jump at you right then and there.

as you neared the main house, art's mind shifted to your father. the last thing he wanted was for the boss to catch wind of any unprofessional behavior. with a deep breath, art managed a strained smile, trying to redirect the rising heat in his chest. "well, here we are. better get you inside before your dad starts wonderin' where you’ve been."

you glanced at him with a smirk, seemingly unfazed as you adjusted your skirt. "funny thing, art," you said, your voice low and sultry, "i think daddy's still out of town. he won't be back 'till tomorrow." you took a step closer, hands reaching out to dust off art's collar.

he swallows hard at the feeling of your finger brushing against his neck. "we got the place to ourselves then, huh?" art drawls, voice rough and husky with barely contained desire.

"looks like it." your arms wrapped around his neck, finger curling around a stray blond locked as you watched art's face contort. deciding, deciding, decided. his hands found your hips, and with a light tap to your thigh, you jumped into his arms, kissing him hard.

your lips were warm and soft, and they parted slightly as art slipped his tongue inside, his one hand scrabbling for the front door handle. it clicked open and he stumbled inside, heading straight for the living room. your fingertips brush softly against his back as he sits down on a couch, letting you straddle him at the hips. he's still sweaty, but you seem to like it, burrowing your head in his neck as he nips at yours, breathing in the sharp, musky smell of him.

the both of you pant heavily as you scrambled to take of his shirt, and then him your dress. art presses slobbery kisses down your chest and torso, salivating at the sight of your little blue panties, pressed down against his crotch. little sighs and moans left your lips as he trailed his fingers along with his mouth, to the very top of your underwear, kissing along the seam. before you can object, he's shifted you over and laid down. "hop on, darlin'," he mumbles, referring to his mouth as you pull off your panties. hesitantly, you crawl up his chest. apparently not quick enough for art, he hooks an arm around your waist and places you on his face himself, moaning at the pure scent of you.

he starts by kissing the inside of your right thigh, then suckling the inside of your left. he revels in your scent for a few more seconds before burying his face inside you, lapping you up with long, thick licks against your folds. you squeal when you first feel his (clearly) expert tongue against you, flexing and swirling as he find your sweet spots immediately. it hasn't even been 5 seconds when he stops with a pop! - peeking out from under your thighs with a wild expression on his face. his hat is tipped over under him, the rim sticking out from behind his unruly blond locks. "you're hoverin'. " he was right, you were, too scared to put your full weight on this poor man you had met not half an hour ago. "sit on my face, baby, please," he practically whimpers.

and how could you say no? eyes wide, face slick with your juices, looking so goddamn angelic — you couldn't. and even though you were scared to crush him, craving the feeling of his tongue inside you again, you sit — nice and proper this time.

he starts up again with a kind of feverish intensity you could only expect from a starved man. you moan and whimper on his face, scratching against his scalp as you looked for something to grip onto. art groans in pleasure against your folds when you tug at his hair, his grip that of iron as he holds you down by the hips hard enough to bruise. his other hand is groping at your tits, pinching and swirling at the nipples as he watches you shake on his tongue.

his own dick is being completely ignored, even though it's brick-hard and leaking enough pre-cum you can see it through his pants. the only pleasure he needs is your sweet little whines and needy moans as he laps up your juices like your pussy is the holy grail. before you even know it, he's driven you through orgasm after orgasm, happily sucking away at your cunt as you squirm and scream on top of him. "ohmygod, art. oh my fucking god!" your yells are loud enough that your little boyfriends from new york could probably hear you.

and after he's been there for so long your head's rolling, and your clit is swollen and overstimulated, he's finally done, pulling back to rest his face on your thighs. his cheeks leave your own slick against your legs, nose shiny at the tip but with a big old stupid grin on his face. you're panting, pussy throbbing and puffy as you rake your fingers though his hair, looking down at him with your mouth agape. "holy shit, art."

his grin grows even wider as he watches you, fingers rubbing lazy circles on your hips as you struggle to compose yourself. "am i good?" he asks, already certain of the answer, but eager to boost his ego even more.

you nod, eyes dazed and glossy as you ran your hands over his cheeks. "so good, art. holy fucking hell." you could already hear him boasting to all the other ranch hands in his stupidly attractive little southern accent — i made that city girl cum 5 times on my tongue!

he nods slowly in response, pretty eyes looking up at you all proud. "that's what i like to hear, darlin'."

the next thing he heard made his heart sink all the way from where it was, up in the clouds all dazed, to his stomach. the front door click open, and the booming voice of your father, "baby, i'm home!"

you'd heard it before him, and you jumped off of his chest and pulled your dress back on before poor art even had time to register what was happening. you sat straight up next to him, looking perfect — albeit a little red, as your terrifyingly massive father stomped into the room. his expression changed from exhaustion to pure anger as he took in art, sprawled half-way up on the couch, shirt off and hair a mess. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" he roared from across the room.

"get out of my damn house!" your father bellowed. art scrambled off of the couch, grabbing his hat from under his head. clumsy and hurried as he fumbled with his shirt. you were too stunned to move, thighs still throbbing, as he sprinted out of the back door before your father could make it to him. the barrel of a man slammed the door behind him, making you wince.

as art scurried down the backyard and past the worker's quarters, shirt still off and hat placed haphazardly on his head, the first thoughts in his head was — 'i am so fucking sacked.' the next ones placed a lazy smile on his face. 'goddamn, that was worth it.'

¡! ❞ © niya-writesshit 2024

[elrielsgarden]

they’re beautiful. 🥹🌸

this piece is a depiction of what might have happened when Azriel asked Elain, “would you like me to show you the garden?” i have forever adored tpiola_’s Elriel piece commissioned by emilysbookishtales, and so for my first official Elriel commission i commissioned tpiola_ as well. every part of this artwork is flawless, and tpiola_ absolutely nailed their expressions: Az looking down at Elain like she hung the moon and Elain gazing happily at her garden, both of them just enjoying spending a quiet moment together.

art by tpiola_ on Instagram

commissioned by bookish.biologist on Instagram (me!)

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thank you 🫶

[lovelyfawnxx]

@elainarcheronweek - day 7: growth/free day.

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“𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝔀𝓼 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵.”

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elain has come a long way from the meek girl in the cabin, hiding behind her sister. this is the girl that kicked naga hounds in the face with her bare feet, the girl who shoots straight whiskey, who “hopes they all burn in hell,” who wielded shadows and truth teller to bring down a king.

elain is a woman who both shines in her gentle femininity and isn’t scared to get dirty to protect those she loves. she’s gone through the worst thing she can imagine, sank into the depths of despair, and came out the other side still filled with hope and kindness, a different kind of strength.

and through all this, she sees azriel’s darkness, and does not balk from it. and he sees her, maybe the first to ever truly do so. she went from being a normal human girl with a healthy fear of the fae to seeking out the company of one of the most fearsome fae males there is.

no longer the delicate socialite doing what is demanded of her, instead she is fighting fate, destiny, and the suffocating weight of everyone else’s expectations just for a chance to take control of her own future for the first time in her life.

elain has come so far, and i can’t wait to see where she goes from here.

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thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to @celestarly for bringing this art to life in the most beautiful way! it’s more stunning than i could have possibly imagined and i love all the little touches you added that i couldn’t have thought up on my own. thank you endlessly for your patience while i navigate one of my first times commissioning, i couldn’t have asked for a better artist 💜

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🎨 art by @celestarly

🌸 commissioned by me

📸 Instagram

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[acourtofquietdreamers]

Elriel Month: Endless Possibilities

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏—𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕.

Art by khruri and commissioned by me 🌸

One of my favorite things about Elain and Azriel is them finding peace and comfort in each other’s company. After getting their happily ever after, I imagine them often sneaking away from the chaos to go outside and enjoy the sun shining down on them, just as they did together in the townhouse garden years ago.

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏-𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

Thank you so much khruri for portraying this so perfectly! I absolutely loved working with you on this project! 💙

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@elriel-month

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Au: HoO but Octavian’s a Puppet…literally

So this happened around the time of end of Titan War in Camp Halfblood. He died and they only managed to recover his arm.

Apollo made the puppet using a plush that was found with the arm. And Tav now possesses the puppet which is fused to his severed arm.

He can technically be worn by other people (fuses to wearer’s arm) but they can’t remove him unless he wills it.

He’s immortal now but can be damaged. Despite this he still participates in the war games, after convincing Reyna. They made him custom armour

More posts to come lol- 💀😭 I have a lot more of where this came from

[animalsalvationassociation]

Octo-Mamas aka . . . Bianca, Pearl, & Mrs. Peso’s Mum

[ DO NOT REPOST, ALL ART & CONCEPTS WERE MADE BY ME ]

Illustration Time: 7hrs 13min

Hey @factual-fantasy !!! I see your Octo-Dads and I raise you . . .

🌸🌸 OCTO-MAMAS ~ 🌸🌸

Anyways have a lovely day! :3

Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4

(No it is not 3:35am and no I did not pass out on the couch with my cat in my lap for 4hrs wasting most of the day, that's ridiculous! Where do you come up with this stuff?? Honestly ya'll need your heads checked!)

* Definitely Not A Receipt *

Shh! Dobby is sleeping! :)

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

[dianakko-week]

Im so excited to announce the coming of Dianakko Week 2024!

august 25-31 🌸✨️

Just a mini announcement this year were hosting the event on Tumblr Tiktok and twitter!

So feel free to share your creations on all three!!!

Now for this year’s prompts:

Day 1: Sun and Moon/Music

Day 2: My Saviour/Amnesia

Day 3: Pirates/Steampunk

Day 4: Trip/Colors

Day 5: Dinosaurs/Movie

Day 6: Prom/Pride

Day 7: Free Day! ✨️/Cherry Blossom 🌸

Rules info:

No NSFW, please. It won’t be shared on this blog.

You can do any type of media! If Fanart, Fanfiction, AMV, Edits, Cosplay, Pumpkin Carving, videos, animation, 3d etc etc. Do whatever your heart desires!

Use the hashtag #dianakkoweek on any social media you post! and tag the blog @dianakko-week directly on tumblr @bringlwaback on tiktok and twitter to ensure we see it! Because some of the social medias don't always show all posts when you search.

If you don’t have tumblr or tiktok or twitter you can send your content in through the tumblr submission box!

Only use your own art or art you have permission to use or official art. (especially relevant for editors)

We are a small team managing 3 social medias so please be patient even if some posts are only shared in delay.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message us on tumblr!

Spread the word! reblog on Tumblr! Repost and like on Tiktok! Retweet on Twitter! and let’s all have another amazing year! ✨️

Credit for the amazing cover art: @belivinginyourselfistherealmagic and @unownhere

[love0dragon]

♠️💙"People say I look happy, just because I got redesigned. But the old me is still me, and maybe the real me, and I think she's pretty" 💜💀

💜💀💜

I was listening to "Skinny" by Billie Eilish and started imagining it from Smg3's perspective, looking back on his life kinda, and then book- angst ✨ I definitely think his newest design was a major improvement, both visually and model wise, but I still enjoy his first redesign and appreciate its existence. It's kinda nice to watch him evolve and idk, just wanted to practice drawing in a more 'canon-compliant' style while being angsty ✨💜 so here is some food 🌸

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✨Please Don't Trace/Steal/Repost my Art or Designs✨

💕Fanart is always appreciated. Please keep it kind and appropriate, and tag me so I can see it!💕

❤️I Do Not Consent For My Art To Be Used In Any AI Programs❤️

[emilyondemand]

Gentle grower of things

Day 2: Hope 🌸

One of the hopes I have for Elain’s book is that she is the flip side to the power of death that Nesta has, and instead has the power of life.

Elain having some sort of earth/life magic would be very apt for her and my favorite theory is that Elain will be instrumental in reviving the dusk court.

Elain the gentle grower of things, the one who believes the world needs more gardens where there are none, and who Feyre likened to being ‘mistress of a prison’ feels very much like the one to help bring back life to a court that is now barren.

I absolutely adore @little_alfard and her work; and was honored to have such an incredible artist bring this idea to life for me in such a breathtaking piece! It was such a pleasure working with her and I hope to again in the future!

Art by: @little_alfard

Commissioned by: me

Character belongs to: @sarahjmaas

For: @elainarcheronweek

You can find it on IG here

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[gargoylegirlcock]

seasons 🌸🌳🍁❄️

commission by @foslo of my elf Solus! thank you so much!!!

(art by foslo, character belongs to me. do not use or repost)

[elrielsgarden]

Elain Archeron Week Recap

Day 6: Passions 🌸

“‘would you like me to show you the garden?’”

- A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas

i gave honeyypears very little direction for this piece, and i honestly don’t have the words for how beautiful and ethereal this piece is. Elain is enjoying her garden at the river house, with a gift from a special someone. this is my one commission for #elainarcheronweek that’s got a lil’ #elriel easter egg—check the note on the flowers!

art by honeyypears on Instagram

commissioned by bookish.biologist on Instagram (me!)

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thank you 🫶