#not sure if I like this one

[kosiento]

[unknownarmageddon]

Doodling gay people

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic 18th august — Unexpected — 839 words — trans!Regulus(but with a twist<3) gender euphoria but there’s a line where it’s wonky so be careful and kind to urself ! + mentioned top surgery

Regulus—like every normal person, living a normal life—expected to wake up this Saturday with James in bed this morning, like on every other day.

Because, y’know, they were disgustingly in love and also average humans, to which the normal bounds of reality and laws of the universe applied.

So what was incredibly inconceivable and wholly unexpected, was to wake up from the slumbers of blurry images from a garbled dream and immediately feeling— different.

Everything softer, skin more velvety where they’re touching and smelling sweeter, somehow. Still sleep-sweaty and clean laundry detergent and the distinct musk in the air that makes Regulus want to dig behind James’ ear, nose first, and inhale.

But different.

Regulus can barely explain it.

Perhaps what it’d feel like touching clouds, ethereal. Fruity tea and plump lips and vanilla honey dripping on satin fabric covering ample skin and curved flesh.

And the thought makes Regulus halt. Eyes blinking open dizzily and the hands that are laying entwined on the pillow in direct plane of vision look startlingly small.

No, not small necessarily but— slender, almost.

Anxiety lodging a lump in Regulus’ throat, “Jamie?”

Some nuzzling at the nape of Regulus’ neck and a nonsensical grunt. Deep but melodic and soft, different again and Regulus is seriously starting to panic here.

Rips the blanket away and turns sitting halfway up against the headboard, heart beating wildly and looking down to see a raging boner and a horrifying lot of tits.

The morning wood wouldn’t be the unusual part if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s attached to Regulus. The tits are a different story since there’s the rather distinct memory of chopping them off in surgery and all. But then Regulus looks again, less hectic and yes, right, they’re still there, attached to James’ chest as well. Gaze sliding further down equally as the thin sheets, revealing a dark happy trail, thinner than Regulus is used to, and passing into a thatch of longer curls albeit forgoing the 9 inches of cock James usually sports.

Which, by the way, can’t seem to take her bleary sight away from the round curve of Regulus’ boobs.

It makes her click her tongue in annoyance and jump up from the bed to lock herself into their en-suite bathroom.

And now she’s standing in front of the mirror, regarding the width of her hips, the curve of her breasts and the long silky hair spilling over delicate shoulders in pretty waves and waits for the horrible feeling of wrongwrongwrong crawling up her insides like bile.

But it doesn’t.

Gives herself another twirl, hair swishing pleasantly along the low dip of her spine and ass pronounced and perky and does the full 360 to come on sight with her cock again. Framed by dark curls, a little trimmed, having flagged and looking small and roundly and a bit pathetic the way it’s hanging there limply to be scrutinized but then Regulus arches into a bit of a pose and her pelvis tilts deliciously and she feels sexy.

Takes a few steps closer and marvels at the combination of long lashes, silver piercing eyes and cut cheekbones, a defined jaw and feels entirely invincible.

And then the door gets teared open, because apparently no matter the twisted pocket of universe they’ve fallen into, the lock is still manipulable by the cursed card of a motel key a grinning James stole on the last day of their honeymoon trip as a souvenir.

James has seemingly acquired her glasses, and stands now unmoving and equally nude in the frame of the broken open bathroom door, looking so upsettingly gorgeous Regulus barely holds back a feral snarl.

Thick thighs and muscular arms retained, shoulders broad and torso strong but now there are curves. Jutting hips and a belly pouch where the uterus sits and tits that look like pecs but fuller and nipples big and perky, having Regulus lips part and spit pooling under her tongue. A fucking chain around her neck and mussed short-ish hair, the usual birds nest, really, and three beauty marks adorning the crease of her eye, the bone of her brow and nearly hidden on a lovely temple.

Regulus desperately wants to get her mouth on her.

The thought only intensifies when her eyes skirt back down to the matching patch of coarse hair to find a pink-ish glinting labia winking at her teasingly.

That being said, Regulus discovers the world-altering pleasures of lesbian sex and prostate orgasms by glittering pink 9 inch silicone dick as well as sucking clit and getting squirted all over.

And if she would have been a smidge less self-concerned and then distracted by that monster of a wife she has, Regulus would have noticed the polaroid wedged into their bathroom mirror’s frame, showing a fondly smiling Remus with a round face and chin length hair hugging one Sirius in her natural form, head thrown back in a loud cackle, dark waves in a grown out mullet and gender-fluid pin on his leather jacket.

Some things never change.

[shittlypostedpoetry]

Shove That In Your Dead Faces

I’ve listened to Emerson And I’m not impressed I’ve choked down some Poe And I’m not impressed I’ve suffocated on Irving And I’m not impressed I’m not saying I could do better But we both know that I can Emerson isn’t as open-minded as he says to be Sir, I’m sorry your wife is dead But that’s not on me Poe, Mr. Poe I think you need some therapy Existential crises really aren’t that deep Irving, how should I put this? You put the Sleepy in Sleepy Hollow Stop just describing food, I’d pay for like, a window The classics kinda suck I’m not saying they should be fun But I think they need some help And I’m really glad they’re done Emerson dug up his dead wife to see her after a year Poe married his cousin, I don’t have to say how that’s weird Irving, honestly he’s just that boring and Tom Walker is a loser The classics are boring But Shakespeare’s kinda cool Twelfth Night would be better though if it turned out really gay The classics are boring And enough about the allegories Someone write something interesting That isn’t a rehash of something old For once just say what you mean Communication is important The classics are dust Like the bones of those who wrote them I’m not saying I could do better But honestly I could

as always, shittly posted poetry

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[antlerclxws]

[c-rowlesdraws]

Ratatouille would have been a better and potentially much more interesting story if Remy had partnered with Collette instead of Linguini. Two underdogs with talent and passion forced to maintain a dangerous ruse. Fiercely independent Collette giving up temporary control of her body to a creature who, despite the insanity of a rat wanting to cook professionally, she can relate to on a personal level and who she does want to teach. The inner conflict of wondering if Remy’s growing talents are eclipsing her own, if the praise their food is earning belongs more to him than to her. Her guilt over feeling resentment and jealousy towards this little guy who wouldn’t have a hope of realizing his talents if not for her trust and protection. Both of them unraveling the mystery of that sweet but bumbling kitchen boy with the obvious crush on Collette being Gusteau’s secret son, and working together to thwart the new evil owner’s plans to stop Linguini from claiming his birthright. The message of the movie not being this weird, almost smug “some people are born with talent, some people aren’t, and that’s how being a ~great artist~ works”, but something more like, “if you have a dream, you deserve to pursue it, and be supported and encouraged in your pursuit of it, even if other people tell you that, because of some intrinsic aspect of yourself or the circumstances you were born in (like being a human woman in the restaurant industry, or being a literal rat), you have no place pursuing this dream. Also, raw talent can only get you so far, and skill and passion existing in the right balance is key.” I’ve been thinking about this for seventeen years. I’m breaking my silence

[ifartconfetti]

Hello neurodivergent people. I was wondering if I'm just weird or it is common to not being able to learn certain motoric skills at the same time as my peers and learned them MUCH later

[doubledudeski]

pics that make you go "oh I KNOW he eated a trash"

[darishima]

made a chart of the straw hats' skin tones with the colors being screencapped directly from the episodes, to show how much they've lightened. this is more than just an "artstyle change" or "design evolution" or "just the timeskip" this is blatant racism/colorism. it's fucking ridiculous and i don't understand how toei is continuously getting away with it please reblog btw, i think this is something people should see

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[memorys-skyscraper]

going through the new voice lines added for mahjong and graha's are the most unhinged by far

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Lore accurate Fiddlestan

Og source^

[wojtekaneko]

That's how it went

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)