#ohhhhh i love drawing so much

[dailyoliveira]

day 120 — soon to be pins YAYAY

[slasherflicks999]

OC REDESIGN OC REDESIGN

old old old old old oc from like 2018 like 7 years ago (oh. my god.)

she originally had like… no substance as a character LMAO drew them like twice and then forgot. but its okay we live and we learn and now they’re back :3

i actually love this design a lot im lowkey very proud of it especially compared to his og design which um… yeesh! (after the break if you wanna see HAH i cant believe im exposing my middle school art omg)

i haven’t written much of anything in terms of backstory yet but i’m figurin stuff out!! :3

omg 12 years old me’s art jumpscare EEEEEEEK feel free to point and giggle thats what i do with my middle school art

he had a glow up that’s all that matters

[zaneuhhhidfk]

⚠️SLIGHT GEN LOSS SPOILERS PLUS FAKE DEATH AND IMPLIED G^N SH0T⚠️

GL!NIKI MEANS THE WROLD TO ME I OIEV HER SO MCUH☹️❤️

Puzzler When “GUYS, GUYS IM STILL ALIVE”:

(Slash Jay I Know It Was An Accident)

This Song Is So Her Btw

[onepiecesb]

Just thinking about how Oda said Iñaki’s audition made him laugh

[bazingerrr]

Dynamic setting

[cygnusposts]

Never mind i actually got distracted writing for Jason Todd Week day 3

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I just finished something

Ok so bonus of them in her Imp form! :D (dw you don't have to draw this lol)

I'm so bad at shading 😭

An Imp form, I could cry 🥹

[comingdownwithme]

i am so in love with your art, specifically TOBY and jeff ohhhhh my god. oh my godf. its thebest thing ever. 3 of my pfps in places are your art and it might grow into more just bc i love it so bad. specifically trans toby i love how u draw him i feel ILL. ive never sent an ask in my life but i am on my KNEES begging for u to never stop drawing them because it is the best thing ever ever ever. tried to change my pfp once from one of ur art pieces and had to immediately switch back cause i loved it too much. i love how u draw his stubble and i love whatever is under his nose im 80% its a septum. i love how u draw his slightly squinted eyes and big loser smile. im sooooo in love with your art its like i just stumbled upon gods most gracious fucking deer accompanied by the worlds most cuteugly opossum. i felt the neurons in my brain shift into hearts when i found your art.

OUGHH??? OAUSGGHH???? THANK,,, THANK YOU??? THIS IS SO SWEET RARGRGRHH

Have the fucked up deer (and his cuteugly opposum ig), glad you like the way I draw him and also the fact that you're using my art as pfps??? I'm so honored????

(And yeah it's a septum piercing ^^)

[meanbossart]

Sorry if you’ve already answered this, but I’ve been wondering what would happen if DU Drow and Astarion were the only people in their party. If they never met any of the others and only had each other for company on the way to Baldur’s Gate.

Btw I love your art! I’m obsessed with the way you draw characters and their expressions in your style.

Ohhhhh god. I think that would be disastrous.

My personal belief aside that Astarion is by no means an idiot (not that I'm opposed to participating in the smooth-brained jokes - but, generally speaking, I think I might give his intellect more props than most), he is obviously not at his best at the start of the campaign at all. He is operating out of desperation and it's only halfway through the game that you get to see some of that emotional intelligence that I'm so fond of. And even so, he still requires a successful persuasion check at the end of his quest not to commit undead genocide (and I think he's the only companion who needs a check at all regardless of circumstance or approval).

Then we have DU drow who has no attachments to anyone around him, a penchant for murder, very little skill for self reflection and a proclivity towards latching onto one person and falling obsessively in love, assuming that the person in question knows how to play him - and Astarion would know how to play him.

Lest we forget, Astarion had practically no influence on DU drow's decision to oppose Bhaal. He just kind of goes along for the ride until you hit the point of no return, and only THEN he's like "Oh, uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea". Shadowheart is the biggest factor on DU drow's decision to oppose Bhaal, with Aylin and Jaheira making for honorable mentions.

Ironically, DU drow's "base" personality (which he has access to thanks to his memory loss) tends to oppose religion, gods, and organized systems as a whole, but I think if it were only him and Astarion alone, they would feed each other's hunger for strength and power enough that DU drow would arrive into act 3 with absolutely no doubt about what he must do. He would very easily revert back to his old, domineering personality and do whatever he thinks he must to establish his status, and most importantly his power over his loved ones, lest what happened with Orin ever repeat itself.

This circumstance would be perfect for the eventual Bhaalist DU Drow + Spawn Astarion scenario. Which just makes it all the worse that Astarion would have had a HEAVY hand in steering him in this direction. And the cherry on top; he has no one else to turn to here.

On the flipside - this could potentially turn into a situation where Astarion keeps DU drow small enough to where he's able to Ascend, while his Bhaalspawn partner either refuses his father out of fear or loses the duel against Orin. I don't know how viable this is, since Astarion very much needs a strong and confident DU drow if he wants Cazador to die - but I guess anything is possible.

The point is, if left to their own devices there would be nothing stopping either of them from pursuing their very single-minded goals, and I don't think there's a scenario they BOTH come out on top either. Between DU drow's obsessive behavior and been-burned-before attitude, and Astarion's distrust and fear of losing control again, they would constantly wrestle for the opportunity to keep the other under their own thumbs.

And hell. All of this assuming they didn't kill each other on night two.

Thank you for the ask and for your kind words! Hopefully this isn't too depressive/disappointing of an answer, LOL.

[maybe-drawing]

Yes, wow!!! :D!!

ZombieCleo and Joe Hills, my beloved (gender neutral)

Thank you so very much!! This is great, I love it!

Hello @maybe-drawing! I’m your gifter this year for @mcytblrholidayexchange! And as thus, here’s your gift! I had a lot of fun working on it, especially the little details :D

[somerandomdudelmao]

Hi! So, I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your comic! The dialogues I think really fit the characters, the art is expressive and the story itself is really touching. I really enjoy the interactions between characters.

I'm not really good at giving compliments, so I wade a little art of your F! Donnie xdd

/also I really like that every author I see who draws future Donnie agrees that with time he would have these marks on his face that would be shaped like a beard xd/

OHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH HHHH I LOVE IT

[romanestuffsposts]

Hiii!! I don’t know if your taking request but if you are can you write something about Daddy!Stucky baby talking reader? I think it would be so cute and reader is just giggling and humming ✨💕

Hiii there love ! 💜

Ohhhhh that’s such a cute idea u absolutly looooooove this !!

I hope you like how it wrote your idea ☀️

Enjoyyyy <3

*****

Warnings : giggles, pet names, clingy, babying, bottle, paci

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : just a cute evening with the little family

A/N : I’m so so sorry for disappearing like that. I went to London with my sister for her eighteenth birthday and i just wanted to enjoy my time there.

I also had lots of problems with university and i didn’t know how to solve them so i kinda let the blog aside for a while. Just the time I wrap my head around everything.

But I missed you so much and i missed writing your requests so here i aaaaaaaaam

*****

“Hello my little love” Bucky immediately smiles as soon as he sees his beautiful baby in her curb.

You immediately start to kick your little feet when your eyes catch on your Daddy. He stands above your curb and takes you in his arms “were you good today, babydoll ?” He gently asks, resting his forehead against yours

“I’m sure you were. You always are my cute little bunny” he gently teases your little belly making you giggle louder than when he came back. You push his hands away and the tickles stop right away. Bucky chuckles along with you and kisses your nose

“Did you had fun today with Papa ?” He asks, gently swaying you side to side

“Oh yes we had so much today” your Papa says as he enters the room. He immediately comes to your side, in front of your Daddy “isn’t that right, princess ?” He smiles as he grabs your hand, letting your little fingers wrapping themselves around his.

“Do we tell Daddy what we did today ?” He whispers. You softly hum and nod your head before resting it again against your Daddy’s arm.

“We started by a delicious breakfast, only fruits and two wonderful pancakes” he starts to wonder the tip of his index around your face “then we went to the park until it was lunch time, we ate something outside and then came back home. We kept playing inside the house because of the sun and then bath time”

You love how he talks to you, his voice singing a little, his eyes full of memories. But mostly, his eyes were watching you deeply. And that’s what you loved the most.

“Ohh seems like you had the best day ever” your Daddy exclaimed

“Yes it was!” Your Papa smiles “and look what i have in my hands to make it even better” he shows you your bottle of milk and you immediately make grabby hands to the bottle

“Easy, easy baby” he shushes you gently

Once you finish, he takes it back and put it on the nightstand. Your Daddy puts your paci in between your lips and starts swaying you again.

“Aren’t you the cutest” your Daddy whispers more to himself but you heard him. You crack into a smile and your little hand reach up to grab his nose, making him laugh.

He kisses your palm making you giggle “ ‘gain” you say between your giggles. He chuckles and kisses your hand again.

“Hey! what about me” your Papa complains

You giggle and give him your tiny little foot which makes him laugh even more. He grabs it and at the same time, him and your Daddy cover the part of you they have in their hands with kisses making you genuinely laugh. The kisses were way more ticklish than you thought and you absolutely love it.

Your Papa laughs at how your giggle got more louder when he kissed your toes “you definitely are the cutest”

This game exhausted you more than you thought you soon find yourself fighting for your eyes to stay open.

Your Daddies of course saw it and know exactly why you don’t want to fall asleep. Without you noticing, they start to try to make you sleep. Your Daddy draws small circles on your skin, humming a a lullaby while your Papa was sliding his index from the hole between your brows down to your nose.

That always makes you sleepy and you’re soon fast asleep in your Daddies arms.

“Good night my beautiful girl” a sweet kiss is dropped on your forehead

“We love you so much” another kiss is dropped on your hand

And with that, both of your Daddies go to their bed and lay you down between them, cuddling you all night long

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take Your Time

A sequel to Take a Seat and Take It Slow

Warnings: allusions to mafia/crime, intimidation, suggestions of verbal and mental abuse, toxicity, dubcon, smut, some untagged elements.

This might just be a drabble, but I’d appreciate a reblog and some feedback! You are loved and appreciated. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thor drags his fingertips along your arms and traces your silhouette. He brings his hand around your shoulders as you sit in front of him, brittle as ice. Frozen in anticipation. He extends his thumbs down and presses along your shoulder blades. You groan as he finds the tension nestled there. 

You react without a thought. You grip his knee and bite your lip as he kneads your muscles delicately. He draws up and down your shoulders, each time rolling higher up your neck. As he does, you feel even smaller. 

“You are wound tight,” he muses. “A woman such as you should live in recline. Never should you need worry about a thing.” 

You shiver at his declaration. His words are so sweet yet your doubt remains. This is a ploy. He is a dangerous man, just like Travis. No, even more. 

He trails his hands down your back, beneath the water, around your hip, and up again. He brings them all the way to your neck and slips one forward to frame your chin. He pulls you flush to him, his muscled chest warm against you, and tilts your head. He bows to kiss the side of your throat, his beard sending a ripple from crown to toe. 

“You do not believe me,” he speaks against your skin, “I can tell, so I must convince you.” 

His other hand hooks beneath your arm and he flutters up your stomach. He cups one side of your chest, squeezing with a purr as he nips cloyingly at your neck. His nose drags up to your jaw as he continues to ply you with his need.  

His hand slips from your chin as you lean into him. Your eyes close as goosebumps prickle across your chest. His hand dips down beneath the water. As he spreads his hand over the soft cushion of your stomach, his other thumb swirls around your nipple. He toys with your hard bud as your hand slips up and your nails dig into the firm muscle of his thigh. 

“You are delicious,” he growls as he drags his nose up to your cheek, “pet, let me taste you. 

You turn your face to him, quivering as you’re overwhelmed by his words and touch. You crane awkward to meet his lips as he kisses you. His tongue delves in without permission. His hand creeps down your pelvis and he feels along your tender folds. You gasp into his mouth as he rolls his fingertip over your clit. 

Your hips spasm. You try not to think, yet your head is a scatter with shock. Travis rarely did so much. He was the type to go right for the finish line, leaving you back at the start. 

Thor’s fingers push between your lips and he drags them up and down. He savours you with his touch and his mouth. He spreads you wide with two fingers, flicking with his middle one until your clit it sore and thrumming. You whine and part from his mouth, pushing your head back against his shoulder. 

“Ohhhhh,” you moan as you grip his legs, your own splayed wide in the tub. 

“That’s it, kitten, purr for me,” He drawls and rubs broad circles over your clit, “I feel you getting close.” 

“Mmm, mm, mmm,” you mewl pathetically. 

“I want you to say my name when you cum, kitten,” he nips at your ear as your head lolls. “I want you to tell me I own you.” 

He plays with you. Sliding his fingers around your clit then flick and rubbing, rolling and twirling. He twines your pleasure around and around, until you’re quaking and cooing. 

“Mm-- mm—mmph--” 

“Say it,” he snarls. 

“Oh, Th-Th-Thoooor,” you unwind in a twitching fit, bucking and shaking as your orgasm crests. “Oh, Thor, Thor, Thor.” 

You shiver and shudder through the ecstasy. You reach back and cling to his head, crushing your lips to his as you grind into his hand. It shouldn’t feel so good. You shouldn’t like it this much. Yet, you can’t remember why that is. 

He growls as his lips slip from yours. He retracts his hands and moves you off of his lap, turning you, then bringing you back to straddle him. His dick presses against your folds, adding to the thrum in your cunt, and you latch onto his shoulders. 

He smirks as he looks you over. His hand comes up to your chin, his fingers extending up to your cheeks as he grips your face. He tilts his head and laughs. 

“As I said, I am at your service, my queen.” His finger moves down to brush your lips. “Say you’re mine and you will have all you command of me.” 

Your look up at him, hypnotized by his sparkling blue eyes and the afterglow of his diligent tending. You nod into his hand. 

“Y-yes,” you rasp. “Yes, I’m yours.” 

His irises blaze and his hand drifts away from your face, he follows the curves of your body down to your hips and hooks his hands under your ass. He lifts you, surprising you as he stands at the same time. You squeal at the sudden height and wrap your legs around him. 

He carries you out of the tub. You feel precarious in his arms as he crosses the tile, his body slaking water onto the floor, your own skin damp and dripping. He enters the hotel room and your heart clutches in your chest as you sense another figure waiting. 

Two. 

You look over as Thor takes you toward the bed. You squirm in his grasp and yipe as you see that dark-haired man with his sleek suit and lithe figure. His brother; Loki. More concerning is the man at his side; the man in a chair, bound around shoulders, stomach, thigh and calf, ankles tied, wrists too.  

Travis sits gagged and terrified. One eye is swollen shut but the other is wide in horror as you gape back at him. Thor puts you on the bed and you push on his chest as he climbs up with you. 

“What-- What are you doing?” You whimper. 

“You are mine, kitten.” He states. 

“Wh-why?” You cover your face, humiliated. 

“No, no, do not hide,” Thor grabs your wrists and pulls them apart, forcing them to the bed. He pins them next to your head as he kneels between your legs. “Let him see what he could never give you.” 

Your lip trembles. This is humiliating. You did not believe his word and yet you are devastated. You knew better and yet it is a hard lesson learned. 

He releases your wrists, dragging his hands down your forearms. He trails along to your shoulders and down your chest. He fondles and gropes you shamelessly. You can hear Travis wheezing. 

“Please,” you beg weakly. 

“Please?” Thor echoes with genuine confusion. 

“It is... cruel.” 

“Cruel? Kitten, I do you a great favour,” he snarls and traces down your stomach. 

You bat your eyes up at him and pout. There is only gritty determination in his expression, shadowed only by lust. You swallow and lay limp before him. He takes a deep breath as he plants his hands on the bed and holds himself above you. 

“Put me in,” he commands. 

You sniffle and hesitate. Slowly you reach down between your bodies and grasp him blindly. You can’t help how your lashes flick in surprise. He is thick. Bigger in your hand than before your eyes. 

You pump him once and angle his tip along your cunt. You twitch, still sensitive and tingly. As you put him against your entrance, he leans into you. You let out a high whine as he sinks in, inch by inch. 

Your skin sears with flames of shame and scintillation. He fills you up so much it hurts. It’s a pain that makes you squirm, a pain that feels like heaven. You arch your back and press your hand to his chest. He growls as he buries himself to his limit. 

“I see it, I feel it,” he caresses your face as he begins to rock, “you’ve never had a man like me. Never a king,” he snarls and turns his head to look at Travis, thrusting as deep as he can, “he could never fuck you like this.” He rears back and glides in again. “And he will never touch you again.” 

[witherby]

hello! i am in LOVE with your mermaid au. i decided to draw damian and user to show you my appreciation for your amazing work 🫶 i hc that baby mer got their 2% dna (their green eyes, in this case) from damian kissing user

(i apologize if user doesn't seem accurate to your vision, i tried my best to interpret what a shallow waer mer would look like 🥹)

OHHHHH MY GOD THIS IS STUNNING!!

THE PENDANT

THE DETAILING IN THE GILLS

THE CUTE LITTLE WAVE THEY'RE DOING

THE LITTLE B A B Y

DAMIAN LOOKING SO CONTENT AHHH

IT'S ALL SO SO SO SO CUTE

DON'T WORRY ABOUT MY INTERPRETATION THEY'RE VAGUELY DESCRIBED ON PURPOSE

THANK YOU SO MUCH SOLARIS-LUNARIDE YOU CAN HAVE BOTH OF MY KIDNEYS

[circus-clangen]

Hello there! I love Circusclan very much so I decided to draw Goldmask and little Clownwish!

Even though Clownwish is very questionable, I always wonder what his relationship with his mother was like before she died. Unlike Tigertoe who never got to know Goldmask, Clownwish was able to form a bond with Goldmask even if it was only briefly.

I remembered you mention that Clownwish didn’t want to be a healer but a seamster instead like his mother. I can imagine that despite Clownwish’s odd practices, he was still so intrigued by Goldmask’s skills and wanted to be so much like her. It even seems that they did have similar personalities(?) I also remembered in an ask, you mentioned Clownwish thought Ringstar to be too much.

Sorry for the ramble, I just think Clownwish is very interesting. I remember back when someone asked if his mother, he said along the lines that people seem to care more about her now that she’s dead. Seems like a sore topic to him.

Also, my headcanon is that Clownwish wore a little clown hat in his kithood. It was the first things he ever made.

OHHH MY WORD.... OHHHHH MY WORD... THE WAY YOU DRAW CLOWNKIT... HOLDING HIM SO GENTLY IN MY HANDS... KISSING HIS LITTLE HEAD....CLOWN HAT.... OUGAHGHGH And DO NOT apologize for the Clownwish ramble! I LOVE to hear people's thoughts and musings on my little guys! Clown absolutely was a mama's boy. He's very quiet and reserved, just like Goldmask. Ringstar, like his namesake, has a very loud and showman-like personality. Clown was exhausted by him, and would much rather sew in silent with his mama.

Her death is absolutely a sore topic for him. It's no secret that he still gets visions from her, and he knows its her trying to speak to him. What hurts him most is how she no longer seems to care for him like she did. Her visions always seem to be prompting something from him... wanting something. Using him. No longer does she seem content to sit in silence with him as she once did. All he can do is wish he'd never lost her in the first place.

[11queensupreme11]

Let's say in an alternate universe, Percy, due to the Bifrost and Kronos is sent a few thousand years in the past before canon for due to still having the curse of Achilles, crash-lands in the past, right into Shiva’s palace unharmed and confused but tries to be polite, unknowingly charming Shiva and his wives despite being wary of her aura, which feels a lot like Poseidon's. Though Percy doesn't fully understand what kind of gods they are, she adopts a sweet, innocent “uwu” behavior, which draws them in even more. They briefly consider sending her back to Poseidon but ultimately decide to keep her for themselves, as their feelings grow stronger. Percy, oblivious, doesn’t catch on until they outright tell her how they feel.Years later, Percy becomes Shiva’s fourth wife, living in a mostly polyamorous relationship with Shiva and his three wives despite the fact that Shiva and his wives are huge yanderes of her. At some loint she ascends to godhood, she becomes a goddess of many things, including humanity, and gods from all over are drawn to her. Shiva and his wives constantly fend off suitors, though Percy’s obliviousness only adds to the chaos. Poseidon who finds out about Percy after she marries Shiva is not happy about it, asume in this au he is a platonic yandere, was not thrilled about Shiva being her husband due to not meeting his standards of perfection that and he just hated his personality but despite that he ends up caring for Percy and keeps an eye on her nonetheless.Then, during Ragnarok, the gods vote to destroy humanity, and Shiva, to Percy’s shock, votes in favor of it. Percy finds out, probably through Brunhilde, and confronts Shiva, accusing him of betrayal. This sparks a huge argument and leaves Percy heartbroken. She leaves the palace, swearing to fight for humanity. Shiva’s wives try to stop her. Durga takes a harsh approach, reminding Percy that she belongs to them not humanity, while Kali and Parvati are gentler, reminding Percy of the love they share and the happy memories they had together even pointing out that even if Shiva voted no it wouldn't change anything. Despite their words softening her, Percy stays determined.Meanwhile, the gods scramble to find someone who can defeat Percy. Most refuse because they either like or love her or fear Shiva and Poseidon. The only one crazy enough to fight her is Loki how do you think things go from here

lmao i love reading time travel/isekai fics where percy gets yoinked somewhere by kronos cuz that sort of start-up genuinely makes the most sense for how the poor kid would get in the general setting in the first place 😂😂

and omggggggggg you have no IDEA how much i thirst at thought of SHIVAAAAAA 😫 i would love a shiva x percy (what would their ship name be? shercy??? but then we'd have to add the wives, and the name combo would be too long.... indian ocean???? LMAO 😭)

"while Kali and Parvati are gentler, reminding Percy of the love they share and the happy memories they had together even pointing out that even if Shiva voted no it wouldn't change anything" OH THAT'D BE A BIG MISTAKE FOR KALI AND PARVATI TO SAY TBH

cuz yeah it's true that their votes wouldn't have changed anything, but it's the fact that they voted YES in the first place!!!!!! she is a mortal!!!! she's half-human! she was raised amongst them and loves and cares for them! the trio know that and yet STILL voted for their destruction!!!! it's the realization that they hate such a big part of her that hurts 💔💔💔

as for loki vs percy, ohhhhh this would actually be SO perfect if loki loved her here too lmao. why, you ask??? because lets say in this au percy also discovers the ichor/ambrosia thing and uses that in her fight. LOKI WOULD GET SO HORNY THE SECOND SHE STARTS DRINKING AND EATING FROM HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HE WOULD LITERALLY LOSE THE FIGHT FROM HORNY-NESS ALONE

so percy wins, and so does loki in a way, but now he's got shiva, kali, durga, parvati, AND the greek pantheon on him cuz everyone DEFINITELY saw how down bad he was, the tournament is LIVE after all 😭😭