#one sitting oops

[donuts4evry1]

Screentone moment!

[qvert]

[kurikorso]

in my moomins era once again. i've been amused lately at the idea of The Joxter carrying baby Snufkin around in his mouth

[skipar00]

sometimes you just gotta draw a kitchen instead of using your own

[devestatedutterlydevestated]

tianlang jun is such a fucking simp i see where luo binghe got it from jesus christ

[meamiki]

my friend and i have this ongoing bit on stream where we are going to shave the king bald...... yeah........

((there are actually two ongoing bits with the king. but i do not think anyone wants me to illustrate the second one. including myself. perhaps i am a coward and that is okay. i will not be elaborating at this time. SAFSADASDAS))

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[gayestcowboy]

trans demon 12

(uncensored)

[beatcroc]

the real joke here is that i'm pretty sure fake pep is like totally average person height, it's just that the rest of this cast are fuckin pipsqueaks

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette]<-u are here [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[wuthering-tempest]

she has a headache...

[rockpaperscissuhs]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

JOSEPH "JOE" RAMIREZ

Born October 5th, 1921, in Nebraska

Died April 8th, 1988 (age 66), in Martinez, California

Joe Ramirez enlisted in September 1942 (age 20) in San Francisco, CA, and he trained with Easy Company at Toccoa. Holding the rank of Private, he served in Normandy, Holland, and Bastogne. He was hospitalized in January 1945, and discharged in July 1945. After the war, he was married for many years, and had children and grandchildren. When he passed away he was buried with his wife, who had passed away 11 years earlier. Further information about him is scarce, but the brief character profile in the Band of Brothers series bible describes him as Mexican-American, and his personality as "sensitive and nervous."

Appears in Episodes 1, 3-8, and 10; portrayed by actor Rene L. Moreno

Sources below

A million thanks to @bleedingcoffee42 for tracking down this info for me!

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Not a request for a weapon fit, but a weapon fit I put together myself (I actually love this fr despite not playing gloogas)

BlobMob Mask / Lemon Mountain Coat / Sun & Shade Squidkid IV

[cotl-inspiteofyou]

(He is a Centipede with one eye also a demon)My almighty bishops it is I salvaged god of decaying ones I have traveled far to join your ranks what is your answer

[jtl07]

OMG that last Part of your prompt with the candle wax got me thinking of another prompt: Bea either doing Ava doggy style or on top of Ava whispering "good boy". Just some good old needy/sub Ava wanting to be Beas best boy and service Bea.

y'all really using this as an opportunity to make me stretch and practice things i don't usually write huh? here's a quickie i tried to quickly write, hope it doesn't suck lol

"very good, ava."

ava nearly drops the drink she'd just made, a moan catching in her throat just as beatrice slips past her from behind. she can feel beatrice's low chuckle against the back of her neck, the barest brush of beatrice's fingertips at the bottom edge of her crop top and that's all it takes for ava to be transported to last night: face down in their bed, biting the sheets to keep quiet because she can be good, she can be quiet; because she can take more, she can take it again, again, again -

" - you good, ava?" hans asks, eyeing her in concern.

ava whimpers; coughs to cover the sound. "i'm good," she finally manages to eek out, knows the frantic nodding and manic cleaning isn't helping her case. she has to move, has to do something to take her mind off of how her underwear is drenched, how her thighs are sticky, how her clit is throbbing and her cunt is empty -

"ava, a word please?"

"yes, bea." it's breathless and desperate but ava can't bring herself to care as she all but runs to chase after beatrice's voice. she nearly trips up the stairs, clips her shoulder against the doorway, but it doesn't matter. she'd crawl through glass, set herself on fire - anything to get to beatrice at this point.

when ava arrives at beatrice's makeshift office in the attic, however, she finds it empty. "bea?" she calls out, turns around -

only for her mouth to be taken, parted, filled; a vessel for beatrice's tongue and their shared moans. "you've been so good today, ava," beatrice murmurs as she runs her teeth down ava's neck and her palms up her breasts; pinches. "i think you deserve a reward, yes?" the sharp points of pressure coupled with that specific question jolt through ava and escape as a whined "yes" followed by gasped "please."

before she can register what's happening, ava's being bent over a stool, her shorts and underwear shoved down barely past her hips, the tip of beatrice's strap sliding just inside. ava chokes off what would have been her begging, what would have been her pleading; holds herself still. she knows the rules, knows how to be -

"good, ava. very good."

and then beatrice sinks inside, fucks her fast and precise, and it's all ava can do to hold on to the stool and her rapidly deteriorating control. ava's focus narrows to the essentials: the wet slap of skin against skin, the sharp grip of beatrice's fingers at her waist, the swiftly building tightness in her belly, the brightness growing behind her eyes.

be good, ava thinks as she tries to match beatrice's thrusts with the rocking of her own hips when beatrice speeds up her pace. be good, ava thinks as she scrabbles for balance when she feels herself start to tremble. be good, ava thinks, mindless and near delirious until beatrice finally, finally gives her the command she's been waiting for: "come."

her orgasm is a lightning strike of pleasure, a scream barely contained to a high-pitched whine as she arches in beatrice's arms. it goes on for seconds; it goes on forever.

then slowly, surely, ava's consciousness returns to her, piece by aching piece. she returns to herself with a shudder, with a sigh echoed and pressed gently against her cheek.

"everything good up there?"

ava slumps over the stool, laughing quietly. swears she can hear beatrice's eyeroll from behind her. "fine, hans," beatrice calls out, lifting herself up slightly to project her voice down to the first floor, "nothing of concern."

the change in position, however, causes the strap to shift - and ava is too slow to bite back her moan.

she feels beatrice's eyes on her; feels beatrice's hand threading its way through her hair. ava takes a breath, readies herself to be pulled along; readies herself to be good once more.

[moeblob]

idk if it's a fun fact or not but! Right's favorite color is green. He never wears green but it's his favorite color. then I've been working on silly emotes for my OCs and they're "disappointeddad" and "tryme".

(Also there is an AU where these two are knights along with Paul and Evelyn while Brent/Caspian/Atticus are princes. Chris is basically Caspian's personal guard while Right just runs around trying to do everything to stay busy even when not on duty which stresses Chris out. But since he's kinda busy with the crown prince it defaults to Paul having to babysit Right.)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do u think either charles or erik had trouble coming to terms with their love for one another?? like religious guilt, internalized homophobia, etc.

Many such cases really … not hard to imagine them dealin with that …