#once again I am cringe

[grimzgrimz]

Kiryu chan we are freaking ponys

Rough pony designs from a while ago and a sketch from ages ago!!! These still need development but weeee!!

Along with the sketch I found some old trad majimas from early last year, human majimas under da cut:3

I lied there’s kitty majimas

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[nordidia]

don't you also hate it when ur older brother gets PTSD flashbacks and has to be reassured mid-mission cause his brain convinced him y'all almost died from the small attack he wasnt fast enough to protect you from

[tikkitoonart]

awful terrible

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+ extra stuff LMAO. also here's the simpsons TOH clip i was referencing from one of them. please think i'm funny and cool i just thought they were fun to draw

[wispforever]

original quote under the cut

[quotidianish]

Bad guys fanart I made on Aggie io <3 really fond of a few of these!

[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… the best father daughter duo

[picoffee]

Doodling solavellan hugs to cheer me up

[egostrawberry]

*You used the “Borrowed” Keycard to unlock Dr. De Bugg’s office.

*Nothing seems to be of note at first. Soon, however- you hit the jackpot. The trashcan.

*Your curiosity rewards you with a set of discarded photos (and two gross hands).

(Extra captions in the alt text btw)

As cool as pixel art is, the process was hell and I won’t be doing this again for a little bit LMAO

Kinda love how the last one turned out, tho.

[r-aindr0p]

I love how you draw Rollo as a skrunkly little gremlin, can we see him being absolutely unhinged?

I did draw him a bit deranged from time to time ! Though I consider most of the art as old and a bit cringe now but here's a few ! (from latest to newest, I consider the chibi one stepping out of the mirror room coffin as a bit deranged :') ) I guess I didn't draw him unhinged unless there was a good reason to/context and I mostly get inspired to draw when I listen to music so two here are related to fire themed songs + there's a mini "comic" of post GloMas Rollo unable to be near fire without physically trembling and feel unwell

Though I'd loke to draw him unhinged more often ! I just need a context or something inspiring to do so

I'm planning on drawing more of fire scared/trauma Rollo sometime soon ! But I can take other suggestions as well :)

[vroombeams]

30. come play for markoscar

It's one of the simple pleasures in life, getting your dick sucked.

Mark's so bonelessly comfortable it should be illegal. Kicked back in his favourite chair, in his favourite robe, with late afternoon sun streaming in through the window and Oscar between his legs. He's not an animal; of course he's made sure Oscar's got a pillow to kneel on. He knows himself, and he knows these days, how he could sit here for hours with Oscar's mouth on him.

He knows when Oscar's gotten impatient because the suction turns up from about a seven to a seventeen.

He's gotten so good at this. At dragging it out, sucking Mark off in that long, languid way that he particularly likes. It's part of the charm of being a retired driver, learning to take things slow. But Oscar is not retired, in fact, and is significantly less inclined to stay patiently on his knees for actual hours.

Mark grunts when Oscar throats him. He makes this strangled noise when he does it, every time. Something that's almost a gag, that wraps back in on itself as Oscar swallows all the way down until Mark can feel the press of his nose in his pubes. He's not been looking, honestly. Staring instead up at the slats of light beamed across his living room wall, pondering the beauty of the universe and all that.

Oscar bobs his head, throat constricting. Mark grunts again, knee twitching, pressing a thumb to Oscar's shoulder.

"Gonna come," he sighs, and Oscar pulls up a bit to properly suck him off through it.

When he comes it's like the light of the room just sort of sinks into him. Warm and soft and golden, so completely satisfying that Mark could probably fall asleep right here and now. And he has before, knocked out after a good orgasm, the reverse of what he thinks Oscar might call post-nut clarity.

Mark hums, blindly tucking a bit of hair behind Oscar's ear as he starts to soften in his mouth. It's warm enough in here that when Oscar does pull off it's not a rush of cold air on his wet dick; still satisfying, still comfy.

He feels Oscar moving, only opens his eyes when Oscar actually climbs up into his lap. Mark's amenable. Obviously. If he were a decade or two younger he might even be able to get it up again and really give Oscar what he wants, but for now wanking him off will have to do.

Oscar's face is a bit pinched, which is par for the course, considering how hard he is when he presses up against Mark's stomach. He twists a dainty hand into the back of Mark's hair, plunges the other into his own sweats. Oh, good, Mark's not going to have to do any work at all. Huge W, as the kids say. Maybe he'll even be able to conk out for a nap after this.

He lets it happen when Oscar dips to kiss him. Opens his mouth to deepen it and—

He doesn't recoil, but he's admittedly just a bit shocked when Oscar dumps a mouthful of come directly onto Mark's tongue.

Mark has a normal relationship with his own come, which is to say he generally keeps it out of his own mouth. He's polite about it, of course, he's not a prude. Of course he'll kiss after Oscar blows him.

This is a bit much to wrap his brain around.

But Oscar doesn't let up and Mark's really too stunned to stop it. And it seems like it's really doing it for Oscar; he's moaning a bit, sucking on Mark's tongue, fist speeding on his dick between them.

He comes in record time, basically seconds after Mark gets with the program and starts—ugh—pushing his own come around between their mouths. It's a real mess, spilling out a bit when Oscar breaks away to groan. Even more a mess, Oscar coming all over Mark's bare chest where he's left his robe open.

Oscar sits back. His mouth is wet and sticky and shining vaguely pearlescent. There's a thick bead of come running down his chin. It'd be extremely appealing if Mark weren't hyper-aware of it smeared all over his own face.

"Nice," Oscar says, exhausted, running his whole hand through the mess of jizz on Mark's chest and making it much, much worse. A shower is going to be unavoidable, now.

So much for getting a post-blowie nap in.

send kink(s) and a ship(s) and maybe i will write more hell things

[ganondoodle]

utterly random late night panic thoughts but

if you read my zelda comic and like it i love and appreciate you but i really do need to be upfront about it being very much a self indulgent enemies to lovers story with a villain at the center that has done bad but isnt bad at his core and is struggeling to come to terms with the fact that he doesnt actually want to be the evil beast he and almost everyone else believes he should be

yes im one of those people ... fake villain fans or something ... i think .. i dont know the rules to that ... q-q

[askyofexplodingstars]

new doodle page, all derived from scenes from my recent x reader fic, our way (once again ft my farmer)

[leonardoeatscarrots]

YALL HES SO PRINCESS 😭😭😭😭💕💕

It's okay babagrill I'll let you out of your cage 💕💕💕

[rainthespiritual]

pt 1 , pt 2

Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill

summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!

sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."

His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.

You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,

"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.

"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.

"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.

"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.

"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.

It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..

"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.

"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.

"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.

"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.

"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.

"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.

"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.

"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.

"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.

"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.

" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.

you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.

"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.

"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.

"your house?" you gulp.

"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.

"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.

"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.

"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.

"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.

"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.

You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.

"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.

"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.

"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.

"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.

"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.

"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.

"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.

[holdoncallfailed]

What’s your novel about?

the flippant/short answer that i tend to give is "what if blur were girls in nyc instead of boys in london" which i guess is only illuminating if you're familiar with blur's Whole Deal...but in slightly more words it's about childhood best friends who start a band together in the late 1980s/become immensely famous in the 1990s and the interpersonal dynamics of the group and their eventual emotional betrayal/falling out...pretty typical i fear...but also every band does that arc anyway so. yeah.