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"..but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret." he served so much cunt
#regulus black#not entirely satisfied with this but fuck it we ball#digital art#harry potter#hp fandom#hp marauders#marauders#artists on tumblr#dead gay wizards from the 70s#fanart#my fanart#art#cant swim#jegulus
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a little victorian boy and his elderly maiden aunts
[i love @pangur-and-grim's weird cats and wanted to draw them beatrix potter style]
#em draws stuff#other people's cats#I Forgor what my tag for beatrixpotterifications was...#I love freaky miss fairy and round bobo and the New Baby young mister hoop-and-stick and so I Had to draw them#pangur's outfit is based on a walking suit from 1897; grim's outfit is based on a cozy winter ensemble from 1892#both slightly modified for being on Kittycat Ladies...#belphegor's outfit is. an amalgamation of cover illustrations for little lord fauntleroy. I couldn't resist.#still not entirely satisfied with grim... she's a hard one to capture. beautiful glaring grumping lady.
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#Cat has also been a victim in my wip folder for far too long so I’m setting him free - not entirely satisfied but consider this an attempt#my art#coraline
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birthday party (id in alt)
#trigun maximum#trigun#trigun maximum spoilers#vash the stampede#millions knives#rem#a lot of characters but theyre the focus kinda#coming w a birthday cake 4 days later...happy birthday to the twins!!!!!!!#sniffling cause i got sick otl worked on this with sweat blood nd snot#anyway im glad i finally finished it even if im not entirely satisfied with it!! been in the drafts for a year... vash's little paradise#ever since i finished trimax drawing a comic like this where theyre all together - allies friends enemies and all has been on my mind#just doing smth - partying and all in the same space and being silley#the main plot never happened we’re all just in our corners of no mans land and miraculously rem is there#but tis could only happen in a weird weird dream..!the present world is waiting for u vash!!!#u are so loved by everybody and everyone misses u#ruporas art
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DEAD BOY DETECTIVE AGENCY + IN SYNC
#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers#charles rowland#edwin payne#niko sasaki#crystal palace#gifs and stuff#can't say i'm entirely satisfied with the quality of these ones but i'm gonna blame premiere
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III; three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile
#in a rare turn of events tunglr is getting this one first#ohh yeah it’s third house time baby#because i have free will and chronology means nothing to me#i also just. really wanted to draw coronabeth#had a lot of fun putting the canon details i autistically combed the entire book for into this one#like babs’ ‘self satisfied little jacket’#and the fact corona doesn’t put her arms in her robe#etc#ianthe is like if a twig was evil#but i kind of love it#anyway#third house#coronabeth tridentarius#ianthe tridentarius#naberius tern#gideon the ninth#the locked tomb#tlt#gideon the ninth fanart#tlt fanart#tamsyn muir
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Back in the Saddle (Courier 6)
#fallout new vegas#fnv#new vegas#courier 6#courier six#oc#lao#art#everyone say hi to Lao#also good lord i think this was like a 25-30 hour project#not ENTIRELY pleased but i am satisfied#will post comparison shots to 2023 soon..#oh btw he/him...#he gets mistaken a lot but he is my handsome man
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Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame than that which gave its silvery glow to my faint smile at those who asked it of me? — THE VAMPIRE ARMAND
#iwtv#iwtvedit#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#the vampire chronicles#armand#anyway. quotes that make you feel like you've been punched in the gut#not entirely satisfied with this one but i can't keep poking at it.#it is what it is
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nice sword
#wanted to practice some metal rendering and its fun but good lird is it time consuming#i gave up halfway through and i feel like you can kind of tell but oh well i had fun#not entirely satisfied with this but i didnt really wanna keep working on it#i havent really properly sat my ass down and finished a drawing in months so i needed to at least try#cassia rainsong#my art#charr#gw2 charr#guild wars charr#gw2#gw2 art#gw2 ocs#gw2 oc#guildwars2#guild wars#guild wars 2#guild wars art#guild wars oc#cw blood#blood cw
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I love the juice bar scene as much as the next person. I especially love the juice bar scene in conjunction with the confession.
And yeah, the "I'm straight" is chekov's gun, and the chemistry between Eddie and father Brian too. I love the meta/spec/headcanons!
That's not what I want to talk about. Instead, I want to talk about how sensitive Father Brian has been to Eddie's needs. He offered Bobby help in the church, face to face, and that worked for Bobby because he's a religious man. Eddie went to confession, and got his grievances aired, but -
we know Eddie's relationship with the church and religion is more complex than Bobby's. It doesn't work.
And then Father Brian runs into Eddie, recognizes him although he probably only saw Eddie through the confessional's grate. He remembers Eddie's name, too. He cares! And I don't think that's a sexual/romantic thing at all - and I don't think it is religious either. Yes, religion is the context within which he works, but it's not the only context.
He's not technically on the job when he sits down at that table; he's away from the protection by the grandiose rituals embedded in going to church, confession, wearing robes. He does it out of personal care, affection for humanity; he fills the role of a social worker, a guidance counselor - and religion is one of his tools but it's clearly not his only tool. It's also his ability to observe, and to listen, and to reflect on things - putting his finger on the sore spot in ways no one else in Eddie's life has done. That takes guts, especially because he knows Eddie's in a vulnerable place.
And he does it not because he's interested in Eddie romantically/sexually - that is not the reciprocity he seeks, nor the reciprocity that fulfills him. He does it because he cares.
The setting certainly helps too. Eddie doesn't feel as intimidated, not like a fish out of water. Only his title marks Father Brian as a religious figure; he uses it to break the ice and mark himself as safe ("I am celibate"), and then finally invokes his position to speak to Eddie's Catholic guilt and get him to do something for himself.
I don't know. It just felt deeply human and caring and I enjoy that a lot, and I love how it all connects back to Eddie first realizing his Catholic guilt in 7x05.
#911#911 meta#911 spoilers#father brian#eddie diaz#this is also not meant to be criticism of people who want to read something else in that relationship#but i actually love it as it is/as its own mini-arc#it feels very satisfying#the kind of religious/secular nudge in the right direction eddie needed#i think for me the way i could imagine father brian returning in eddie's life might be to have eddie return to the church hand in hand with#buck#because that by itself would be poignant - them as two men clearly together in a house of god#and thanking father brian who'd obviously be happy to see it#and yeah i know IRL church vs queerness is A Whole Entire Thing i am not interested in discussing that here in the slightest <3#my meta#meta
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Finally it's complete! This took way too long to make 😅
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spoiler free drawing of these three :)
they’re iconic
#i rushed the shading D:#not entirely satisfied with this but whatever#spoiler free#cinderella’s castle#starkid#team starkid#angela giarratana#loren lopez#mariah rose faith#my art
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would König ever agree to be a sugar baby? 🤔 most people write him as the rich one in the relationship so I'm curious if the dynamic can be reversed
you’re calling to my weakness of König being taken care of for once here…!! cue König being the absolute worst sugar baby that has ever existed (lovebombing!). implied age gap (König is maybe 24-26 here, reader is anything above), porn mention, masturbation, slightly suggestive but mostly fluff. minors do not interact.
Begrudgingly, a younger König probably would.
He isn’t sure how these relationships even work. There’s plenty of money in his bank accounts, he’s got a decent enough apartment, a car, (some) clothes that aren’t riddled with holes or tears... Hell, there isn’t even really anything that he wants. His curiosity only begins to spike the second his thumb stops its scrolling, lands on a picture of her, and his world comes to a grinding halt.
The woman in the photo is the most gorgeous, sweet creature he has ever lain eyes upon. Just the image of her smiling softly at the camera, her hands placed in her lap whilst she’s seated on a couch is enough to send his heart hammering. She doesn’t look the part of some vapid, cruel thing he had anticipated on a site like this. No, the woman only looks gentle, her eyes are even a little sad… She's all alone, her bed is cold, and König is already hard at the thought of how this could go if he had just a little luck in his corner.
He makes the decision to message her without thinking. It’s late, she probably wouldn’t even see it until morning, and he doubts a woman this cute would want to bother with him anyway.
A polite, articulate: hey do you wanna fuck
Followed by: you don’t even have to pay me XD
He settles for pulling up some porn video with the faces just out of frame, jacks off to the hypothetical of it being she and him one day and falls asleep with his phone on his chest and come stains in his boxers.
There’s nothing about him that’s deserving of this woman’s time nor her response, but he wakes to the chiming of his phone and a sweet message from her anyway. One in which she asks him if he would like to meet for drinks so that they can talk, she clarifies that she will pay, and even tells him that she thinks he’s handsome.
Handsome. Something only his oma had called him when she patted him on the cheek as a boy.
His response is insistent, demanding almost, when he suggests that she come to him, meet immediately that same day. Who cares if it’s only afternoon by the time she arrives, he could go for a beer and a sweet, tight pussy at any hour, doesn’t hold himself back from telling her this either while he grins at his phone like he’s possessed - all teeth and wild eyes.
There’s a part of him that believes this woman will be scared off, stand him up entirely and block his account, but to his surprise, she does actually show up. She’s there before even he arrives, seated in a booth at the back of the bar with his order and her own placed neatly on the table in front of her.
His chest feels too tight when he places himself across from her, all cockiness diminished in light of something he hasn’t felt since he was two feet shorter and more than a decade younger.
He’s fucking petrified.
His to-be-sugar-mommy eases him with her softspoken voice, going over the less than rigid terms of their agreement and praising his looks as well as his ability to handle his alcohol.
She isn’t asking for sex, just someone to care for. She tells him that he’s beautiful, while he feels like a smear on the pavement in comparison to her. And fuck. He isn’t handling his alcohol well at all, he’s just nervous and needs to keep his hands and his mouth busy, because all he wants to do is bend this adorable woman who compares his ugly face to that of an archangel’s over this table and fuck her like a stallion, spit such filth into her hair that no amount of repentance could ever make her feel clean again.
He can’t. He can’t when she suggests in that same cooing voice that she take him shopping for boots that are less scuffed, offers her hand to him as though it’s natural for a lady so ethereal to tether herself to a beast. Her hand is so dainty and cold, whereas he feels like a boiler on the cusp of bursting the second their fingers slot between one another.
His head is a mess of thoughts, memories of being dragged by the collar to attend services with his oma where he never prayed. Shit, maybe he should start, because surely he has someone or something to thank for this, for her.
Their first date becomes the strangest ordeal of his life as she seats him on a bench and helps him to try on boots as though he were only a boy who didn’t yet know how to tie his laces. She even kneels before him and ties them up herself before placing his foot back on the store’s floor; doesn’t even comment on the obvious hole in his sock or the awkward, longing way that he’s staring at her, only presses her chin to his knee and smiles up at him with so much affection he thinks he might actually pass out for a moment. She buys the ones he likes, three pairs of them, and doesn’t even bat an eye at the price.
That’s when he decides it’s all too much: he tells her that he can buy his own stuff, that he doesn’t need her to do it or tie his shoelaces or anything because he’s a man, after all. He should be showering her in flowers and soft dresses, paying for her nails and hair dye.
His lady only laughs and asks if he wants to come home with her, he doesn’t have to stay, just sit with her for a bit. So… he follows her home like a sulking shadow, hovering just behind her lost entirely in his head. He had barked at her like a rabid dog and she still brings him back to her place, strokes her thumb against the back of his hand, offers him little smiles of assurance when he goes completely silent.
He wants to hate it, wants to tell her something dirty and toss a stack of cash her way when she opens her door for him. Instead, he finds his head in her lap while she pets his face, running the tips of her fingers over every scar.
Her compliments are the most ridiculous, beautiful things that he’s ever heard, ranging from outright calling him her angel to telling him that he’s charming, that the scars are pretty… He loves every second spent with her like this, with each soft brush of her fingers as they pet the top of his head down to his neck, the way she hums some pleasing song to him when she massages at his shoulder.
He’s never been pampered or coddled like this before, and it feels good. The boner threatening to tear its way out of his pants isn’t something he’s proud of this time; he only wants this sweet little fairy to feel as comfortable as she’s making him.
Maybe he could do that if she let him pull up her skirt and make love to her: he could be gentle if he tried, play with her hair and her clit while he slowly spears her open until she’s pliant and panting, take it slow until she comes around his cock and her pussy calls him to utterly defile it as well as the rest of her. There wouldn’t be a part of her left untouched.
When she asks to be held instead, he swears he’s getting all of that and then some: she puts herself right in his lap, her chest to his and her legs parted just enough to straddle his hips. Her head tips forward against his shoulder as his fingers dance across her back, squeezing at her hips before smoothing back up her sides. She’s so soft… the most pleasing thing he’s ever touched, smoother than gunmetal and the flat of a blade. The way she smells is even sweeter, like spiced tea and blooming flowers.
She doesn’t even slap him when he bucks upward against her pussy, grinds the throbbing bulge in his pants against the place that she’s warmest. No, she only kisses his cheek and tells him what a wonderful day she’s having, what a gentleman he is even if he knows that part is certainly a lie.
Her breasts are soft in his hands when he finds the courage to squish them, against his cheek when she guides his head down to her. She pets his hair, tells him how she’s always wanted to hold a man like this… that she’s been waiting for someone exactly like him for longer than she even knows.
She even laughs when she asks, “You think that I’m pathetic, don’t you?”
All thoughts of just getting a good fuck out of this woman die someplace beneath his skull. Who would ever even think to call someone so lovely and kind pathetic? He couldn’t imagine it, couldn’t imagine ever doing anything more than protecting her fragile little heart and letting her stroke at him like an overgrown kitten, not anymore.
“Nein… no…”
He swears he could almost see tears in her eyes when she shoots him a glance then. Appreciative, contented tears that he prays she won’t shed. He’s a man, he’s not going to cry, but… fuck, he might if she did right now. Everything feels so doughy and warm, cotton candy and summer rain when his grip around her tightens to pull her in even closer.
She wipes away those unshed tears as she nuzzles against his cheek, slowly rubs her nose there and leaves a trail of kisses up to his temple. His mind is devoid of anything but outright infatuation, some impromptu dedication. He would tell her right now he loved her and know wholeheartedly that he meant it, but love isn’t in the agreement.
His lady only just wants to give herself away for nothing in return, not for a dick to make her cry or his own money layering her pockets; she just wants to pretend he’s her own personal angel, bury him in all the love and gifts she’s never been able to give to anyone else.
He watches her when she falls asleep curled up in his arms, takes in the way she smiles even in dreaming when her soft breaths break up the quiet. He presses his mouth to hers until her eyelids flutter and her breath catches in her little throat. She wakes to the kiss and only reciprocates it with the same softness she’s displayed with every prior action.
Her lips part to take him in, and she doesn’t even moan when he laps into her mouth with a grunt. There’s no lust in this for her: only the most senseless adoration, all love and tenderness, the things he’s yet to properly learn.
She tastes like vanilla and honey, her tongue yields beneath his own… and finally he pulls himself away, staring into her eyes like he might find a treasure there, as if he wasn’t already convinced that every part of her wasn’t something divine and holy.
“Do you have any others?,” he asks, devoid of any trepidation.
There’s not a care in the world of how she might view him. He’s convinced, certain that whatever he’s feeling has to be mutual. There are butterflies fluttering like the gentlest tornado in the pits of his stomach, and just by the wounded look she gives him then he just knows she must feel them too.
“Only you.”
“Gut… gut.”
There’s another kiss, one that is initiated by the both of them and steals all breath from his lungs. It’s not her harboring tears this time, but him who feels the dull sting, separates from her and turns his head away to rub at his face. He knows that he’s the pathetic one now, burdened down with the thought that he’s head over heels for a woman for just treating him as if he deserves anything at all.
Damn her for the way she readily reaches for him to pull him back in, to kiss at the outer corner of his eye and tell him in such a quiet way that she knows… In just a day she’s noticed him more than anyone, given more than anyone.
When he guides her back towards his mouth with a firm hand at the nape of her neck, could he really be faulted for whispering a confession? “Ich bin in dich verliebt,” spoken nearly inaudibly before he shuts her up with his lips over hers.
There’s no need for an answer, he knows the agreement had nothing to do with love. She wouldn’t accept his money in turn, but maybe a heart would suffice. He promises he’ll send her letters each time he’s deployed between mashing his mouth against her own, swears he will come running back to her when those greedy kisses slip down to her jaw. This sweet dove only laughs and squirms in his lap, tells him she would love to see him any time before he shushes her again.
Shouldn’t sweet things like this know not to feed a stray?
#könig x reader#konig x reader#Kö saying ‘i love you’ way waaay too early is entirely self satisfying for me ^^#he would still want to buy things for her instead probably play the role of some rough tough alpha male#but secretly every time she’s snuggled up to him he’s in shambles trying to control his breathing and not propose on the spot
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How would it go when Ford comes back? Would he be cool or upset. I think shifty deserves more love
neither stanley nor shifty get the reunion they’d hoped for
#gravity falls#shifty#stanford pines#stanley pines#after this mabel pipes up and things progress as in the episode. Just with extra shifty exposition#not entirely satisfied w this esp wrt ford’s reaction but I drew it so I may as well post it#ask#anonymous#shiftys job was to distract the feds which is why he’s got stans suit on. But reuniting with ford makes him unintentionally shift fords fac
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so masters of wind amirite
#my art#fanart#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#euphrasia ninjago#morro ninjago#im not entirely satisfied with this but. whatever she’s freeeeee!!!!#i am excited to draw more euphrasia :)#i’ll probably wrestle with her design a bit more but i like where im going w it!#morro is also here and as usual i completely redesigned him#morro every time i draw him i draw him with a different design its a little funny
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Alan Wake 2 — A Love Letter | Development Diary
#more behind the scenes? photoset time babeyyy!!#ngl the old map animation was kinda satisfying#alan wake#alan wake 2#remedy games#remedy connected universe#photoset#also ya gworl finally figured out how to take proper yt screenshots without the bars lmao#right click twice -> take snapshot. that's it. ridiculous. been doing win+print and manual cropping for years#i repeat myself but. wish i could have giffed the entire video#anyway bye gonna continue to go insane over DEATH SCREEN IN COLOR DEATH SCREEN IN COLOR
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