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from one rarepair lover to another
Can I request Coffeecrops (Ccino x Farm)??? :333
Since it was Ccino's birthday yesterday two days ago, why not :]
((Ccino gets some of the cafe's ingredients from a local farm but the delivery service isn't super professional~))
#they've defo met like 10x before this#Fun request!!#never heard of this one but twas a lot of fun :3#coffeecrops#ccino sans#farm sans#farmtale sans#fluffytale sans#THATS A CAT I KINDA DID IT#so droopy#liked drawing the stupid lil cat in the corner#ccino is about to get the shit scratched out of his legs oh no#my art#utmv#sanscest#art req
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male tank design !! a bit inspired by this post
comms open on my kofi!
#the only difference between this tank's haircut and my post highchool ash design is that tank did this to himself on purpose#it also means that for a sec they were twinning w their bald heads#this is defo like a younger ver of tank i think#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted audio fanartredactedverse#redacted fandom#redacted fanart#redacted asmr asher#redacted asmr ash#redacted audio tank#redacted tank#redacted asmr tank#redacted audio darlin#redacted asmr darlin#redacted darlin#redactedaudio#redactedasmr#redactedverse#darlin redacted audio#tw blood
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every time I mention Ace Attorney around my (defense lawyer) father, he asks if I’ll be going to law school now
the best bit was me telling him that if I did that, I would be fulfilling the Phoenix Wright prophecy because I’d be dropping my art degree to pursue law
#doctorsiren#not art#siren speaks#ace attorney#I go to the same college that he went to law school at and the view from my dorm is literally the law school#see if I wasn’t trying to be an artist#I *would* be going into law or criminology#I did mock trial all throughout high school#went to state for courtroom art all 4 years#i feel like Phoenix defo would have done courtroom art for mock trial when he was in high school#I’m just projecting because I know how the California Mock Trial Association works (I’m from California)#it’s pretty interesting to me that it took me until after my freshman year in COLLEGE to get into AA#when I did law stuff all throughout high school#maybe it was better than I didn’t get into back then HAHA#I feel like I can appreciate it more as an 18/19 year old sophomore in college than I could’ve as an 13/14 year old freshman in high school#also I made a joke that if I don’t get into my program this next year when i apply then I’ll go to law school instead haha
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Is it for the same reason that you have doll joints?
#Not sure on this one but yk what yolo dont care#atp i dont carrree because i already did ittt and its not past him to have a sudden mood change depending on the ask with the gaps of time#Yes that is why. He defo doesnt know how to take care of himself (in this aspect) so its probably pretty grimy. Bud needs a bath.#And also other factors probably. His plethora of viruses and bugs he for sure has. And hes probably half starved all the time.#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2
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The Almighty Sheriff!
Save a horse, ride a cowboy~
#respecfully sir: AWOOGA arf arf bark AWOOGA#If this gets 30 notes I'll take his shirt off for yall lol#with his top surgery scars Of course#Ive seen that's a super popular HC for him and I think thats great! Good for him!#Farm boi#no fr working in a farm makes you develop muscles that you didnt even know you had#having flashbacks from highschool when they made us work in the garden for two hours under the scorching afternoon sun#I went to a highschool that was all Ooo we are green thumbs and we shall teach the young ones how to plant and harvest their own food#and my god that shit was so physically demanding mate#i didnt had my diagnosis on how horribly mangled my body was So I had to work in the farm thing like all the others and try not to pass out#even the jocks that were fit and always running and playing football during all the recesses were dead quiet after working outside#and all that those classes did for me was to create a hatred for working in any type of gardening activity so they failed spectaculary lol#SO ANYWAYS my point is Starlo can defo deadlift bags of 70kg\150lbs with one arm without breaking a sweat#undertale yellow#uty#Starlo#Starlo uty#north star uty#myart
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Moonpaw meme
Sorry if this is insensitive to those with schyzophrenia. I do not mean to make fun of those with schyzophrenia just the fact that Moonpaw is joked to be in love with the god of warrior cats. I will take this down if it is too insensitive.
#art#cats#moonpaw#warrior cats#warriors#warriors moonpaw#moonpaw x moonpool#warrior cats meme#warriors meme#orginal art#a.k.a i drew moonpaw but defo did not take this picture
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Bhaal is the god of murder, and he is speaking to an offspring of that god, and convincing them they are not monsters.
#im back with more hands#currently adoring hands#the bloody hand of bhaal and the black hand of bane#<- im making this a tag ur welcome#but i did add scars this time around#thats a gentle yet firm grip init#bit of nails digging into skin#i love these fucks sorry#bg3#durgetash#enver gortash#bg3 durge#gortash x durge#bg3 spoilers#bg3 gortash#idk if i like the rings#so theyre behind the cut#but overall#quite enjoy the vibe#scaley skin for monster yk#defo took more time than the last one though
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Do we want these garters I separated from the Goth Galore Kit pants as an accessory? 🤔
#ts4#or did someone make it already?#I defo need them for my photos#but if more people want it I will make proper swatches thumbnails etc and publish
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Of course you want to show off the food of your hometown to the boys, but this really should have been a solo date with Kyle. Still, you manage to sneak some time together.
cw: Gaz x reader, fat latine reader, gn!reader, implied poly 141, established relationship, mexican slang word count: 1845
You throw the car into park and glance up at your rearview mirror. The three white boys smushed into the backseat push at each other to try to take a look through the window, grunts and mumbles escaping them. Kyle chuckles from the passenger seat, watching the commotion unfold.
“Are we sure this was a good idea?” you turn to Kyle, “We could have brought it back to the house for them.”
“No saben igual después de tanto tiempo, y tu bien lo sabes, tesoro,” Kyle responds, an impish smile on his face.
With a groan, you close your eyes and throw your head against the headrest. It’s the first time yall are back in your hometown for more than a week, and with all the extra time to yourselves, the plan was to eat as much good food as possible. One of your tías told you about this place, where they serve al pastor straight from the trompo, each slice almost caramelized to a delicious crunch. They’ve got the pineapple sitting on top, too. She said it was the best quality she’s seen in town to date. Even her husband won’t stop talking about it. And now here you all are, parked against the curb with the air on full blast.
Every time you’ve gone to a mom and pop shop like this, it’s been you and Kyle stepping in first. You go in with kindness and chatter, and the older ladies always helplessly swoon over Kyle. Laughter bubbles and you both eat happily, and sometimes the ladies sneak extras onto your plates. It’s a sacred time full of loud smooches, the staff going “UUUUU’ all around you, a deep blush on Kyle’s face as you wipe at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, his radiant smile set to make your heart burst. It’s perfect. It’s home.
Once you’ve scoped out a place with your own private date, then you bring your white boys over. At that point, you’ve already tried the place, showered Kyle in kisses, and built rapport with the staff. So by the time they step in, the sun drawing eyes to their paleness, the staff won’t try to upcharge you. It’s a genius pull, honestly, one you’ve done yourself with tremendous success. The white folks always have more than enough money to spare, and since they usually don’t know the prices, well that’s on them. But as you sit here in the car, listening to them point out all the little details of the shop to each other, you can’t help but wish you’d left them at home.
Kyle notices the disappointment on your face as you pick at your fingers. Try as you might to keep your face neutral, your expressions are always so easy for him to read. This is the first time your private outings have been interrupted, all because the shop is just a bit too far from the house for the tacos to travel well and your cousin had to fucking say so. He reaches for your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss, waiting for you to make eye contact with him. There’s a distinct sadness in his eyes, a bittersweetness that’s never appeared on these outings before.
“Next time?” a little bit of hope cracks through his voice.
“Next time,” you swear, noticeably glum.
A thought freezes you before you can undo your belt. You reach for Kyle’s hand again, silly grin on your face, and turn around towards the other boys.
“How do you ask for the price of something?’ you ask them.
Kyle holds back his laughter at the question, squeezing your fingers with excitement. There’s joy on his face again and that’s all it takes for you to know you made the right call.
¿Cuánto cuesta?” they all say as one.
“No,” you say, your splitting with a grin, and Kyle can’t hold in his laugh. “Sorry boys, you’re staying here. Kyle and I will be right back.”
They don’t have the chance to protest or question before you’re bolting out of the car, coming around to open Kyle’s door and pull him from his seat. He lets out another loud laugh, the crinkles around his eyes sending warmth blooming in your chest. You’re both still giggling, if a little out of breath from sprinting inside, when one of the staff steps up to greet you, an older woman who's clearly enjoying the life you’re bringing into the place.
“Hola, mis niños. ¿Es su primera vez aquí? No me acuerdo haberlos visto antes, y a esas caritas las recordaría.”
“Primera vez. Un primo nos dijo de este lugar. Y nomas al verlo, se ve rebueno,” Kyle says, bringing you in closer as you wrap your arm around his waist.
“Una cita con el novio,” you tell her. It’s hard to keep a smile off your face with your sudden success, and it seems to catch in the staff member as well.
As she goes off to put in your order, Kyle helps you pack up some salsa, holding the small containers for you to scoop the goods into. You’re trying to figure out just how many containers you can fit into your hands, Kyle reminding you that you’ll need more guacamole than any salsa, when she returns with a big bag full of much smaller plastic bags of guacamole for you. Before you can even thank her, she’s handing each of you a plate with two smaller tacos, winking at you.
“Si quieren, pueden esperar ahí,” she points towards the door with her eyebrows, where there’s a couple of swings.
Walking over, you eye them a little nervously, worried about the structural integrity. The last thing you need is for it to give out on you, regardless of how nice it might be to reminisce in the seat.
“They’re welded,” Kyle whispers in your ear, “They’re solid.”
Sweet tears brim your lashes as you pull him down to cover his cheek in quick kisses. You can feel his shoulders shake with quiet mirth as he stays in place, accepting as much love as you’re willing to give him. If it were up to him, he’d never move from the spot, not even if his back starts aching or if hunger pangs strike. He’d stay pressed to you until something or someone forced him away. So for now he takes what he can.
“We should eat these before they get cold,” the false concern in your voice clear as you gently rock in the swing.
“Definitely. Wasting them would be disrespectful,” his voice low, pulling at the chain of your swing to bring you close together.
The first bite has you turning to look at each other with wide eyes, a pleasant shock bouncing between you. Words can’t do it justice. Your tía’s husband hyped these tacos up so much that you were a little worried about being disappointed. Turns out he didn’t talk about them enough. All either of you can do is let out groans as you chow down silently, Kyle’s strong arm keeping your swings connected.
“Hijo de su pinche putisima madre,” you say, gulping for breath around the sheer ecstasy of the food.
“Que chingandos fue eso?” he says, soft eyes searching yours as if you have the answer. They say food is sex, but the closest he’s ever come to feeling like this has been with you. What the fuck did they put in this. He leans back to face the woman behind the counter, “Seño, nos puede dar otras dos órdenes más porfa?”
“Ya te las puse, precioso,” she says, stepping towards him with a bulging bag in her hand, “Sabía que iban a necesitar más. El amor hace que te dé más hambre.” Before either of you can get up, she’s shoving another two little tacos into your hands, pressing a finger to her smiling lips.
You take slower bites this time, smiling at each other with cheeks bulging full of food. Now that you know what you’re in for, you’re going to savor every piece. Swings still connected, you nudge Kyle’s foot with the toe of your shoe, pressing your knee more firmly against his. He looks so at peace, his shoulders slightly scrunched as he carefully brings the food to his mouth, his nose crinkled up with delight at each bite he takes. You have the brief thought that maybe you should take a picture of this moment, but you can’t bear to tear your eyes from him. And when he turns, those big brown eyes locked on you, you’re sure you’ll never blink again.
“¿Que piensas, mi vida?” he caught your stare.
“Que te adoro,” you speak the words into his skin, kissing the arm holding your swings together.
“En aceite?”
“Clarín.”
Kyle quickly scans the room, just enough to make sure no one is looking your way, before bending and planting a tender kiss on your lips. His lips taste faintly of salt and fat, just as yours surely do, and you wish you could deepen the kiss, wanting more of the delectable combination. But he pulls away before you can, hunger for you burning in his eyes.
His voice is rough when he speaks again, tongue peeking out in search of the lingering taste of you, “We should get back to them.”
“When we get home?” your voice so breathless you barely recognize it as your own.
Kyle nods and stands, holding the bag of food in front of him, trying to discreetly adjust his pants. You’re both giggling again as he reaches for you, gently helping you up from the swing. Smiles are still stuck in place when you reach the car, slipping into your seats without saying another word.
You pause for a moment, waiting for some kind of commentary from the backseat. Now that you’re back in the car, you can look over and see that the swings are in clear sight of the car. A glance up at the rearview mirror shows you three grinning faces, each one more knowing than the next. They could dog you, tease you, joke about the scene they surely saw. But they don’t. Instead, Simon’s tummy breaks the silence, a loud rumble echoing through the car.
The entire car bursts into peals of laughter, the racket interrupted only long enough to deal out plates and servings. Kyle was right about the guacamole, as the boys pour entire little baggies of it on their tacos. Can’t blame them, honestly. That shit is creamy. And then a corus of moans breaks out in the backseat, first bites hitting hard enough to make the most stoic of them break into delight. You look over at Klye, find him already looking at you, and you both nod enthusiastically, biting into your food.
“We’re coming back,” he says, and then lower, “Just us next time.”
“Fuck yeah we are, that was set in stone the moment the woman greeted us. Gotta show off my boyfriend again,” you wink at him.
#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#gaz x latine!reader#gaz x latine reader#kyle garrick x latine!reader#kyle garrick x latine reader#latine!reader#latine reader#cod x reader#cod x latine!reader#cod x latine reader#cod#kyle garrick x fat!reader#kyle garrick x fat reader#gaz x fat!reader#gaz x fat reader#Kyle is BY FAR the best one at spanish and ofc we gotta show that off#he's the perfect one to take home#and i enjoyed the shit out of making fun of the white boys#we should do that more often especially in poly fics#you'll defo be seeing more of that from me#THANK YOU KIKO!!!#ilysm bestie#this was written with you in mind <3#i hope yall enjoy this because i fucking did lmao#this has a million fucking tags but i want the right people to be able to find it#implied poly 141#implied poly!141
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7.15.23
#I was sooooo patient trying to capture this#even then it was dumb fucking luck#this one defo gets its own post#addition fun facts abt this night:#I left my driver's side car window down the ENTIRE storm and did not notice. nothing damaged but I have a stinky seat :(#however a stinky seat is the small humbling moment at the end of a phenomenal experience enjoying the storm from my small cave-like patio#so I sat outside enjoying the rain. me n my bong. and also a mogwai album. eyes closed. just sounds and my own deep breathing - peaceful#lighting would streak the sky and I could see the bolts through my closed eyelids - they were bright and crisp; defined. even if obscured#everything just snapped into place. the lightning and the music had moments of perceived synchronization - probably pareidolia#waves of euphoria radiating out from the base of my skull. full goosebumps. momentous feeling - I must've been manic#when I opened up my eyes the world had gone from being heavy and dark to just. red. so red. like a wildfire on the entire western horizon.#my driveway doesn't come with a glamorous view either. it was just that the entire western hemisphere was flame-red fading into eigengrau#i have those photos too lmao - will be sharing soon#my art#aesthetic#art#artwork#webcore#glitchcore#internetcore#photography#original photography#nature photography#lightning#storm#rain aesthetic#stormy aesthetic#dark aesthetic#surreal aesthetic#surrealcore
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Sorta uncanny seagull Grian. This is how he exists in my brain.
#tw scopophobia#i love his creepy soulless eyes#i wanted the anatomy to feel slightly off as well idk how i did with that but. defo see it in his hands. built like a house#might creature him up more. give this bad boy talons#seagulls are peak pesky bird#had backroom labyrinth playing on loop#grian#grian fanart#hermitcraft#fanart#hermitcraft fanart#my art#pesky bird!!
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bitches really be out here publicly divorcing as if they weren’t in a secret relationship
#i love how lenore stomped over ready to throw divorce papers and also hands#and annabel just kept getting more and more into it liKE GIRL PLEASE!!! UR ASS IS GETTING BEAT BUT NOT IN THE WAY U WANT IT LIKE GIRRLL#girl please read the room and understand that Lenore is about to rip full custody of Morella away from u#ANNABEL LEE STOP GETTING TURNED ON MID DOVORCE CHALLENGE: IMPOSSIBLE‼️‼️‼️#all of the passerby and spectators stopping n staring at these two like#‘?????? did we- did we miss some LORE™️ or smth????’#oh to be part of that crowd who got to witness the full blown break up#in my peripheral I see some disgruntled hands exchanging money#apparently half of the academy had a bet wherher or not these two disasters were secretly fucking around together or not#some swore by their second death that white raven was DEFO doing some shit together#while others believed em to just be old fashioned enemies who are complete douches to each other nothing more nothing less#the ppl who betted them to be nothing more than fierce as fuck enemies/rivals. well. well i mean you TRIED ig. i mean u tried WRONG but hey#at least you still tried#nevermore webtoon#nevermore neverwhore#white raven#lenore vandernacht#annabel lee whitlock
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okay so the gale/striped era has to be after the first warrior code and before Darkstar's Law/SkyClan's exile from the forest
much to think about
Edit this is likely wrong from furher screenshots. The era may be pre Duststar and pre warrior code????
#between owlstar and lionstar i think#i defo think the warrior cats timeline is way longer than just the leaders listed on the wikia#warrior cats spoilers#ivypools heart spoilers#i wanna know what happened like did gale/stripe assume that becoz they were leaders they could get away with it and their clan would follow#was there a battle? how did the other clans react? did any other clan cats maybe those in interclan relationships join the clan??
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Hey, just as a blanket rule, please don't post my stuff to tiktok. Thank you.
#theres some dude whos claiming they bought my comics that i posted here#they defo did not pay me shit#my husband is having a fit messaging them#idk but please don't do that
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barty the type of motherfucker to eat his twin in the womb
#i also did this#nomnomnom#but he would defo absord his twin and then blame it for all his actions#'your honour? quite frankly... it wasnt me'
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CICERO?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
#first aela starts walking around in dawnguard armor and now this#its defo one of my mods i think#i just cant be bothered to go through my 200+ load order to figure out which one it is#like damn cicero what did babette do to make you hate her whole species#tesblr#elder scrolls#skyrim#cicero#dark brotherhood#dawnguard
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