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o0kawaii0o · 17 days ago

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Roronoa Zoro

#it's quite funny how I drew this right after my previous drawing (of sanji and chopper)#I mean - the vibe is so different LOL #anyway I tried smth new vibe wise and it actually turned out nice #this one wasn't initially on the planning but I scrolled through my saved ref and just had to #tw blood #one piece #roronoa zoro #op fanart #o0kawaii0o

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hekuuu · 11 months ago

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mixed signals

#in my headcanon astarion is very tactile but only if the initiative comes from him #and gale is so nice to touch x(#and again i’m drawing comic about astarion’s feral cat bechavior #i just enjoy this cat person x cat soul dynamic very much #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 24 days ago

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Look what we've become.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #Initially I wanted to do a 'Mutiny' quote to follow the 'Luck runs out' quote.#But the musical earworms demanded a different blood to be drawn. And I think it works just as well.#Alright. It's time to confess something. I really struggled with this comic. I didn't want to draw it. Then I didn't want to upload it.#Because I knew I would be here in the tags writing and backspacing for hours trying to articulate my thoughts.#I'm going to talk about death and grief in the tags today so this is your WARNING to look away if you aren't in a headspace for it.#Sometimes in media there are scenes and characters which land on topics so specific to your wounds that it reopens them all over again.#Because here's the truth. When you've known someone like this for nearly your whole life...it doesn't matter how bad the fight is.#You always think 'We'll always have time. One day this dust will settle and we'll rebuild the bridge.'#And then the fucker dies!!! He dies and suddenly there will never ever be time to repair the rift.#Someone you loved died thinking you hated them. And part of you did just a bit. But love and hate aren't mutually exclusive.#He's fucking dead and you are left with so many broken and unfinished pieces between the two of you.#Jiang Cheng loses Wei Wuxian thinking that WWX thought they hated each other.#He's a younger brother who will one day be older than the person he lost.#Who has no one else in the world who understands those feelings of love and hate and grief.#I can't be normal about this character. I don't think he even heals me. Zero catharsis to be gained here.#I just look at his sour grape ass and think 'shit that's a little too close to home.' JC is my discomfort character.#I'm probably going to regret being this vulnerable in the tags in like. An hour. So. sorry if you see this once and never again.#EDIT: Yeah sorry this took 4 hours to muster the courage to post. Surprise update!#EDIT 2: You guys were being too nice to me on my sad comic to point out the spelling error. I have fixed it now B'*)

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existentialcrisis-9-5 · 5 months ago

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Eclipse finally has their licence!

Sorry it took a while, they had to get a few repairs first :P

Sun and Moon's licence :)

The full lanyard

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timethehobo · 5 months ago

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Emmrich is tired of Rook constantly pissing him off.

Voiceline is Shaw from COD BO4 Zombies (also voiced by Nick Boraine). Just wanted to practice some animation before I get rusty and thought to use Emmy and his VA’s closest voice for fun.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #DAtV #Emmrich volkarin #my art #my animation #this took me about 5 hours lmao #ahsishsj #initially thought to clean it up but said nahhh #i like rough animating for practice anyway #dhssjsb #it’s nice when you’re not on a deadline

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deerspherestudios · 2 months ago

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hii, how are u? :3

Resting!! Recuperating,, I'd love to answer asks (esp abt Atom!) and queue some fanart but I didn't realize how much rest I needed after being done with Astronought hdhdhs.

I'll be back soon; thank you for asking!! <3

#cheea chatter #initially i thought the ask was silly /lh #arent u gonna ask abt mychael or my games or sth #but naw a nice and simple 'how are you' its v nice of u to ask!!#also im answering this from my phone #...all my time of managing this blog ive never answered asks on my phone thats how winded atm i am fhjd #be back soon!!

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sehtoast · 1 year ago

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Hunger (Homelander x Reader Smut)

18+ | Dry humping, making out. gender neutral reader. | Fic Directory

He's addicted. Nothing short of enraptured heart, mind, body, and soul with you.

You're soft yet firm under him. You are the warmth he's always craved– the fire he's searched for since as long as he can remember. His hands are everywhere all at once.

On your cheeks, your neck, shoulders, hips, chest.

He touches you everywhere. He needs every inch, every fucking bit he can hold.

He needs you.

You do something to him that he cannot name. You light a flame, but it does not burn.

You don't hurt.

Your lips are soft against his, kiss bitten and plump from just how long you’d been going at it. Must have been a while now…

Your gasps, your little shuddering breaths are beautiful music to his ears, more perfect than the heavens themselves could ever compose. You are his instrument, and he, your musician– the maestro that will learn every possible way there is to make you sing for him. Every stroke of his fingers under the hem of your shirt, every kneading grasp against your chest.

He breaks away for a time, but only to focus his attention on your neck. The canvas on which his teeth and tongue will paint. You are his magnum opus. He will mark you, claim you, and you will forever be the most wonderful creation his hands have ever touched.

You shiver in his grasp, squirming, hands gripping in his ruffled undercut as he nips at you. He is carnal hunger personified. He is desire. He is need.

And you are all that could ever satisfy him.

His tongue maps a path up your neck, over your jaw, up the curve of your cheekbone. He kisses just shy of your ear, leaning in to whisper, “Mine.”

His hands are moving again, and you find your legs hiked up to wrap around his waist. He presses into you, raging desire evident by the press of his cock within his suit. Homelander’s teeth graze the flesh just beneath your ear as he grinds against your core, his breath fanning hot against you.

You hear him bite back a whine.

You tighten your legs, pulling him against you. The friction makes you both groan, eyes meeting, minds connecting in silence.

I need you.

His lips meet yours, still wet from when he’d suckled his marks, and he rocks his hips. His tongue caresses yours and he sighs loudly through his nose. The sensation is tantalizing at best– not nearly enough to drive you over the edge.

But, him?

There was nobody in the world more sensitive than the man impervious to everything.

All it ever truly took was the knowledge that you reciprocate everything. That you, center of his universe, would and do return his intensity. That you’re unafraid to moan into his mouth or use your legs to aid in his quest for friction.

He can smell your arousal. How terribly you need him– just as he needs you.

To be wanted. To be needed.

He can hear your heart hammering with more than just desire.

To be loved.

Crimson flutters behind his eyelids. The force of his thrusts increases until they’re erratic, and your whimpers reverberate between your mouths as he tongues everywhere he can in yours. It’s as though he means to consume you from the inside out. He’s sloppy, messy, and hungry.

Even more so when your hips roll to meet his.

His forehead presses to yours, his brow knit, eyes clenched. He separates from the kiss and saliva follows his lips as he pants hot and heavy against yours.

“O-Oh!” He pushes against you hard and fast, a pitchy keen catching in his throat as his expression melts and he comes undone. He cries out your name, and you pull him down to kiss again as his thrusts slow, becoming languid. He rides out the waves, holding his breath.

“Oh ff– Oh fuck.” He exhales hard, eyes fluttering open to stare down at you. “I…”

He knew you knew.

He came in his pants.

The wetness in his briefs adds a delicious sensation to each circular grind against you. All he can do is groan while he attempts to collect himself.

But then came a pair of hands to rest at his cheeks.

Your hands.

Kisses to his forehead, just below his eyes, to the tip of his nose.

To his lips.

When he opens his eyes, he swears he’s in heaven.

The fire in him is tame. The fury he is so often burdened by is so featherlight that it may as well not even exist.

His heart is full.

For in his hands, in his heart, he holds you.