#oh and thank you i'm glad you like my art!!!

[rosenkranz-does-things]

Hello. Back in 2022, on a different blog I followed you for your beautiful beautiful Beautiful dw fanart, literally I was in Love with your art style. Around that time I ended up seeing an art on my dash about the Locked Tomb (The SexPal scene you did) and I never knew at the time that it was you but I thought about the art a lot when I started to read the series. At any rate last night I found your Locked Tomb art and went insane realizing you were the same artist from the dw fandom. Anyway your renditions of Locked Tomb scenes have me screaming and your art is so beautiful I'm Literally going insane. It's So Good

oh hi, thank you so much, I'm glad you like my stuff!! and yes the title is from that song, I looove the amazing devil, please please Joey some new music, my crops are dying. also have some sketches of Gideon's back from 2021 and Nona and Kevin from 2022!

[screampied]

Hi, I just wanted to say I think it's very nice that you've become sort of a reference for sex positive answers to anons. I mean, your writing is great, but somehow your page became something more than that and people felt comfortable enough to send asks we don't normally see (like asks about sex toys and squirting). It's so cool that you've created such an open and comfortable space for both you to share your posts about sex and for people to answer it without taboo and it started with your writing too. I'm sorry if it sounds cliché and/or sappy but for me it shows how art can connect people even in the most unexpected ways. That's it, I guess... "I just think it's neat" 😅. I hope I've been able to convey my meaning correctly (sorry, english is not my first language). Lots of love from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil 💛.

oh my, thank you soooo much 🥹🥹🥹💟

so sweet, but of course !!! this is a safe silly space, and i’m always happy to chat w u all about anything sex-positive related !!! anything i can do to help, youuu all are free to come to me for whatever !!! never be shyyy, we’re a community here. im no professional sex expert hehe but i shall continue to try my best 🫡. but no worries, i completely understand!! im glad you think so, && if you ever need advice i am your gal <3 THANKYOU THOUGH !!!! your english is lovely, and i appreciate this sweet ask

lots of more love from barbados 🇧🇧 <333 !

[barblaz-arts]

Thank you so much for drawing Charlie and i luv ur art so much!!! I love Charlie (mostly about her fashion and her design) but seeing lack of fanart of her on tumblr and on the internet in general made me frustrated haha. Anyway ur arts are really gorgeous and youve been my drawing inspiration recently :)

Oh it's my pleasure! I love her character a whole dang lot. I actually only really watched the show because of Charlie. I mean, ofc Chaggie too, but if I hadn't loved Charlie as a character as much as i did, i would've just watched compilation videos of chaggie moments and the songs lol I'm glad I did actually watch the show bcuz i eventually found other things to like about it.

I just love super sweet characters with so much raw power but are nerfed by either pacificism or just general disinterest in combat. And she's voiced by Erika Henningsen! The way she did her voice work for Charlie is just soooo charming and cute. I think it's really underappreciated how it takes a certain skill to play Charlie's archetype without making her so sickeningly sweet. Also Charlie's like six feet tall. How often do we get to have a cutiepie female character who's so tall? She's so hot for that.

(also omg thank you, what an honor 🥹)

[canisalbus]

*gasp* ITS THE PERSON WITH THE SICK DOG ANTHRO DESINGS AND INTERESTING AS FUCK LORE WHO'S ART I FOUND UNCREDITED ON PINTEREST!! I HAVE FOUND YOU IN THE WILD! FUCK YEAH

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[transyashiro]

transfem char aznable, specifically the quattro look… if anyone could see the vision it’s you. I am very high rn but I wanted to say you have done more for trans women than the us govenemrnet has done. o7 love your art as always, boss <3

"the us government" basically means that the bar is kilometers underground, but i appreciate the sentiment, thank you <3

[asavt]

Purple my son purple

[screwpinecaprice]

She's on a hospital bed, amnesiac after an accident and she's having a crush on this man who is apparently her husband.

@dragonuva's part on an art trade with them from last year! 🥰 It's based on the first chapter of Chiptune by Newlense.

Guys. This fanfic is my favorite FAVORITE connverse fic and I love it so much I don't care if the last update was in 2020 nor if it's never going to be continued. It's so tender and the angst whalloped my guts in the right places. 😭💕

[mintyyyjades]

Happy New Year lovelies!!! 🥂✨ stay gay out there!

[kyouka-supremacy]

DELACROIX SPOTTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay, since I'm assuming this is the last design change for them, I drew Lunar again from SAMS

I'm pretty sure this is the 4th time I've drawn a SAMS Lunar design (5th if I count that Evil Lunar design, and 6th if I'm counting any Lunar design, not just SAMS), but I think this one may be my favorite one now

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[todayisafridaynight]

This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...

There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.

OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!

Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:

It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane

[i-eat-deodorant]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANE!!!!!!

Art Blast!!

Today is my birthday and I decided to make some sketches as a gift for the people who continue to feed my hyperfixation with cotl (and especially narilamb)

I've been working on this for the last two months while doing homework and somehow this was what pushed me to keep going, so thank you all :)

Long post notice

@acis-arts

@anuphim

@arsonistmoth

@asmodeauxx

@aubeezz

@aveloka-draws

@aychama

@ballad-of-the-lamb

@bamsara

@calamaricollie

@caramelldansenu

@chocosnowflake0

@circuscountdowns

@coffincrows

@deltamb3r

@dogiperson

@fanged-cotl

@ghosts-and-glory

@happymoxxy

@i-eat-deodorant

@lambment

@maybmila

Second part right away...

(I'm only now realizing how many I did)

[canisalbus]

I'm sure you get loads of these but heck I said I'd give it a shot anyway!

Your artwork is so inspiring and beautiful. I recently graduated from art school with a degree in Animation Production but I've decided I'd love to be an illustrator some day. Your work really motivates me and gets my brain juice buzzin. Keep it up!!!

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[thetoyboxs]

I don't want to give you any additional pressure, I just have to ask because I come back quite often (like...multiple times a day haha) to your first Wizzrobe comic and laugh at Twilight and Legend's reactions to seeing their baby brothers as literal babies and I just...have to beg for a sketch or something of Twilight with Baby Wild and Legend with Baby Hyrule please and thank you from the bottom of my heart for this comic I genuinely adore this gift you've given us 💙💙💙

Omg a request! I haven't gotten requests in so long!! I don't have much time this week so I decided to take some doodles I had previously drawn and paste them together into a page. Hopeful this matches your request enough!

I also have to thank you for coming back to see my art so much (That little comment made my heart oh so gooey. It's made my literal week!) I'm so glad people like Tiny Links as well. I think they're just such funky guys

[jobean12-blog]

A Stolen Moment

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: The General has been busy as of late and you miss him.

Author's Note: I can't exist without being horny over this man...they post a new picture of him sitting down and I'm like OH WELL- now I need to sit in his lap, kneel between his legs and do all these other filthy things because his legs and hands and thighs exist. UGH. I mean how am I supposed to survive this, he can't even sit in a chair without me losing my mind...guess I have to write out the horny. LOL anyway, thanks for listening to my rants and thanks so much for reading, much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy! 🥰

Warnigns: soft sweetness, tension, teasing, semi-public sex (I mean it is the Colosseum), Marcus is perfection.

Marcus Acacius Masterlist

The rare quiet of the arena is almost unsettling, the usual raucous crowd nonexistent and the commanding power it exudes masked under the veil of darkness that slowly settles with the descending sun.

The imperial box is empty and the gilded seat on which you sit grows cold as you wait. The fabric you wear is different from anything you’ve ever worn before and perhaps different from anything that’s been created yet.

Due to tradition, you’ve been trained in the art of sewing and because of this you were able to make the silk garment that’s currently draped seductively over your body. You know your husband will approve, however, how he will react to you wearing it in such a public place, is an entirely different story.

The silk is layered, giving the illusion of coverage, but even in the dimness of the setting sun, you can see the outline of what teases beneath.

Heavy footsteps echo behind you, and you recognize the steady pace of his feet.

He walks slowly up the steps, dressed in his more formal toga, outlined in gold that glints as it catches the dying light.

His eyes find you and he stops.

“My gods wife.”

A heated smile starts at the corner of his mouth and lazily stretches across the other as he peruses you from head to toe.

“I’m not forgetting some celebration today am I?”

You shake your head and stand, walking over to him.

“No, nothing to celebrate today. Just you.”

He stills, his eyes lowering to sweep down your body. “Me?”

“Yes,” you say. “You’ve been too stressed lately. I want to help.”

“I see,” he says with sparkling eyes. “And you thought displaying yourself…so… temptingly… in one of the most coveted seats of the Colosseum was going to help?”

You run your hands up his chest to the buckle near his left shoulder. Loosening it, you continue, “I know how to best help you relax General and I knew this would get your attention.”

“You always have my full attention,” he whispers.

You smile, knowing the truth his words hold.

He looks you over again then reaches up to drag the calloused pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

Normally you might kiss it. Tonight, you bite down. He pulls back with a little gasp.

“You’re irresistible.”         

His hands slide forward and frame your hips, and he pulls you into his chest, running his nose along your neck with an inhale.

“What do you plan to do with me?” he whispers into your skin.

You push his hands away and slide off his cloak.

“I’m glad you asked.”

Your fingers fall to his belt, and you start to loosen it, remaining silent.

“Well?” he asks with an amused smile.

“Whatever I want,” you say simply, your hands deftly pulling the belt from his waist.

“I suppose I’m at your mercy then.”

With a tilt of your head, you step back. “Take off your tunic.”

He holds your gaze, testing your restraint, before he relents and gives you what you want.

Slowly, he pulls the fabric off, and you struggle to keep your attention on his face, knowing that every inch of the skin he’s revealing will distract you.

When he begins to loosen the fabric at his hips you’re unable to resist reaching forward and running your hands lightly down his chest. His breath hitches and you love it, skin tightening beneath your fingertips.

He toys with the material again, and you can tell he’s teasing you, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

“Keep going,” you tell him.

The undergarment falls to his feet and it’s all you can do to not slide down to your knees and take him into your mouth.

But somehow, you manage to resist, even as he reaches down, circles his large hand around his cock and holds it out as an offering.

When he starts to remove the first of his wrist cuffs, you still his hand. He raises a questioning brow, and you demurely smile.

“Leave those.”

You push lightly on his chest, toward the ornate chair he found you in. “Sit.”

He does as you say, and you follow him, straddling his thick thighs.

“I miss my husband,” you say with a pout. “You’ve been busy, and your attention has been elsewhere lately.”

You see his expression soften at your words before the corners of his mouth turn down.

“You know you’re all that matters…”

You press a finger to his lips to silence him.

“I’m not blaming you General. I’m just taking matters into my own hands…taking what I want.”  

You rest your ass on his thighs and then slide forward, giving his cock the briefest bit of friction against you before you move away again.

Beneath your palms, his shoulders bunch and he lifts his hands to touch you.

“Don’t,” you warn. “Or I’ll bind you.”

“Does it make you wet to take control like this my beloved?” he whispers.

You answer with the slide of your hand between your legs, the slip of your fingers under the silk. Your eyes close and you moan quietly as you touch yourself, rolling your hips.

You can hear his breath hitch and feel the muscles of his thighs flex and strain. Pulling your fingers away, you capture his chin with your free hand and paint a wet line along his upper lip.

He groans, pained and gravelly and you look down to see his cock hard and arching up toward his belly button.

Your mouth waters. “Marcus.”

He hums but doesn’t move and you look up to see him lick his lips, tasting you on his skin. Staring intently at you, he pushes his hips up, his cock a heavy presence between you as you gaze at his face.

“Are you feeling more relaxed?” you ask him as you lean forward and kiss his jaw.

“Tortured, might be a better word my love.”

You can see it in the way his pulse flutters in his throat and you press a steady hand to his chest.

He relaxes in pieces: his legs beneath you first, then his abdomen, shoulders and finally his expression.

“That’s better,” you murmur.

With a deep exhale he lifts his hands, the gesture tentative as he slowly reaches for your shoulder and traces the soft curve with his fingertips.

“I think it’s time I take what I want,” you remind him.

You lean forward and kiss along his neck all the way up to his ear and he huffs out an impatient breath. Every muscle grows tight and urgent beneath your roaming hands as you tease him once more.

Faster than you expect, he grabs you by the hips and jerks you forward, sliding the wetness between your legs over his cock and griding up into you with a groan.

Without thinking, you move with him, rocking on top and feeling the hard press of him against your clit.

“I can feel your need for me soaked through the silk,” he hisses.

You tug the silk fabric from your body and let it drape over the large and elaborate seat. In a blur, he pulls you closer and pushes inside you with a steady, hard thrust.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, then stops, his breath choppy so close to your ear as he kisses your neck and sucks gently. “I can’t control myself.”

You open your mouth to speak but all the comes out is a moan when his large hand cups your breast, thumb passing back and forth over the peak.

His tongue slides over your collarbone, his breath, his fingertips across your skin and he begins to move inside you.

“You tease and taunt me wife…it’s impossible for me to let you play out this fantasy of control.”

A curl falls over his forehead and he looks almost boyish, but his words are coarse, and his movements are powerful.

“Next time I will bind you then,” you say, the words breathless.

He growls out your name, digging his fingers into your skin with his barely controlled restraint.

You feel the rush of blood to your legs and the heavy ache between your thighs build and he grows more and more frantic. He uses your hips for leverage, his grip bruising as he slams up and into you over and over.

One large, rough hand ghosts along your stomach and teases the base of your neck before his fingers close around your throat.

This new sensation brings you to the edge until you’re begging for it. His groan vibrates along your skin, his whispered words of love pushing you over until you tighten around his cock and cry out his name.

Your face falls to the crook of his neck, and he wraps his arms around you, cradling you to his chest. Your heavy breathing is in sync, your sweaty skin pressed close while he gently runs his fingers along the curve of your spine.

“I am sorry,” he whispers into your skin. “I know there has been much that keeps me away from you as of late.”

You lift your face and place your palm against his cheek. Your fingertips trace the lines around his eyes before you dip your head and softly kiss his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips.

“I know Marcus. I know.”

He reaches his hands between your arms and frames your face, holding your gaze intently with the soft brush of his fingers.

“My love for you remains and always will be as infinite as the stars.”