#omg the man that you are

[kitty-mactabbysh]

[Insert bad follow-up joke here]

My favorite totally not insane and absolutely normal law enforcement character

Except that maybe I like Wes more

Idk if I'm ever doing these again but follow me for more bangers lmao (I'm just joking 😭🌸)

[doctorwhowatchesthewatchmen]

shipping isn’t about what the writers or actors say is or isn’t romantic. shipping isn’t even about romance a good percentage of the time. shipping is about seeing The Dynamic and going absolutely hog wild in your mind and your friends dms about it.

[just-french-me-up]

sometimes i start feeling bad about spending time on my hobbies, thinking about how inconsequential they are and wondering if i'm wasting my time

but then

but then i find out about goddamn Monthoux building an entire fucking CLAY AND CEMENT CITADEL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST?????? FOR FUN??? JUST??? LIVING HIS BEST LIFE BUILDING WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY MINAS TIRITH FOR ANTS????

just???? GET A LOAD OF THAT GUY????

he is so precious to me, may the monthoux spirit bless you with endless passion for your inconsequential hobbies! Be the main enjoyer of your art! Do it because it fills you with joy!

[peanutseagle]

tea time with the bestie

[bellaciao-ciao-ciao]

[robinsgrl]

Omg idk if you’re taking requests but i was wondering if you could write a drabble or text chain of reader reacting to drew’s new hair and eyebrows but as if rafe got them of that makes any sense at all?😭

ask and you shall receive, queen!!!!!!!!!!!!! i actually have deep beef with the eyebrows. the hair is fine. but the brows………… chills. weird girl is never letting it go. like ever.

weird girl masterlist

[fanaticalthings]

Jason:

Also Jason:

when you're worried about your dad but you also have a reputation

Masterlist

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[divine-girl02]

hes so freakishly tall and lanky <3

[silverlightsart]

We will go softly into the night

[sapphicyanli]

park "i'm not gonna do any real flirting, just gonna stare at the woman of my dreams until she noticed my pathetic level of yearning radiating off of my aura and big brown eyes" gyeong sok

[channie-binnie]

Someone better tell 3RACHA to WEAR SOME SLEEVES

I can’t with them omg how do I survive 3RACHA with fucking tank tops guys

Photos are from the Macau Dominate Tour

[erabu-san]

He enjoys being called brother, but...

[This art has platonic intention. Please do not tag as ship thank you!]

A continue of this art I guess 🫣

[o-sunny-day]

“Don’t… don’t tell him you think dingbat fonts are cool.”

AUGH @forgettable-au fanart :3 been on another roll with it (in agony constantly)

theres some untranslated wingdings cause i love translating it myself, hope others do too :D

not confident on how “canon” or in-character this is but- I HAD FUN this AU has really got me in the rendering spirit, I really enjoy taking inspiration but also adding mu own silly twists on it and AAA everything looks even more tasty now

I view this as them in New Home after getting something to eat (after the last page update) and heading back the same way since Alphys’ place is on the way to The Lab. The font convo comes back up again and then yeah

Alsoooo if youre interested in behind the scenes stuff heres the speedpaint :3

also i never poster about this- but i had another forgettable dream. it didn’t make any godamn sense. I woke up and drew the only scene I could remember:

Wingdings and Sans had a fight and ig wingdings killed Sans 😭😭😭 in a stairwell for some reason

and current Sans, Papyrus brother Sans, is like watching all of this and was brought here by Lancer like a Ghost Of Christmas Past type situation. Idk why. I choose not to attempt to make sense of this anymore. But i swear this is an actual dream i had 😭

[sweet-aaronhotchner]

Does he not realize the hold he has on me like what the heck are you doing to me Matthew gray gubler like come on for real tho what are you doing to me :(

[sunsburns]

just read ur glasses blurb (chefs kiss btw) but it got me thinking about the uno reverse of clark being obsessed with YOUR glasses… specifically when they fog up and slide down your nose when you look down at him eating you out oop

as someone who has glasses myself… this is so delicious (18+)

clark kent definitely has this thing about your glasses. he’s never said it outright, but you’ve caught the way his eyes linger whenever they’re perched on your nose, always pushing them up for you, reminding you to put them on before you leave the house because you always forget.

maybe it’s the way they frame your face, or the subtle tilt when they slip down, but whatever it is, it’s enough to have him completely hooked.

it’s never more obvious than when he’s between your legs.

you’re already half out of your mind, thighs trembling where they’re braced over his broad shoulders. his mouth is relentless, hot and wet against your cunt, tongue teasing at your clit before dipping lower to taste everything you’re so willingly giving him. your hands are fisted in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him groan, the sound vibrating straight through you.

you’re trying to get a hold of yourself, but you find that nearly impossible with his nose between your drooling folds like you’re his last meal or something.

and then there’s your glasses. they’ve already started to fog up, a mix of heat and heavy breaths clouding the lenses as you glance down to see him. the frames slip down the bridge of your nose with every shuddered breath you take, and clark notices—oh, he notices.

he’s looking up at you, blue eyes dark and hungry, his gaze flicking between your face and those glasses. when they slide lower, threatening to fall, his hand moves—broad fingers curling around your thigh, holding you in place as his other hand reaches up.

“let me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough against your skin. he pushes the glasses back up, his thumb brushing the side of your nose as he adjusts them. the gesture is so absurdly tender, so at odds with the desperate pull of his mouth, that it has you gasping.

“they’re foggy again,” he teases, his lips curling into a grin that’s entirely too self-satisfied. he kisses the inside of your thigh before diving back in, the drag of his tongue making your hips jerk against him.

“clark,” you manage, breathless and barely coherent, and his name on your lips only makes him work harder.

your glasses keep slipping, sliding down no matter how often he fixes them, but you can’t bring yourself to care—not when his tongue is driving you insane, not when his hands are gripping your hips like you’re the only thing tethering him to the ground.

he stares at you, bright blue eyes watching you closely as he pushes a finger in, slowly, a grin growing on his face as your lips part, jaw falling slack, glasses finally slipping and barely catching at the cupid’s bow of your mouth.

gasping his name, the lenses are fully fogged, your vision blurred and useless. clark moves up, licking his lips, keeping the pace steady with his fingers, kissing your skin as he gets closer to you again, his face shining with slick and entirely too smug for his own good.

“you okay there?” he asks, grinning up at you, his hair mussed from your hands. his fingers reach for your glasses again, pulling them off this time and setting them aside carefully on the nightstand. “figured i’d save you the trouble.”