#only if you squint tho

[ebonyforged]

It's sunday again.

There's just something really hot about Ebony getting on one of those mechanical bulls cranked up to max and just cackling the entire time she's on there like it's nothing.

You might say she's really good at riding.

[wishfulsketching]

Some not so serious doodles about the idea where Silco survived and Warwrick!Vander found him. I did these as fanservice for ME! Especially the clothes thing

(have fun trying to figure out the reading order of the third sketch dump)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

If you were to like redesign Magneto's classic outfit in a way that both suits the character and your own tastes, how would you redesign it?

uhhhh errrmmmmm i dont know i really couldnt improve upon perfection but i have still tried for you my friend !!!

[gnomewithalaptop]

Their friendship is legitimately everything to me

[kooki914]

Giant dump of spadesgore and spadesgore adjecent doodles based on asks I got (prompts under the readmore)

Also for anyone curious (which is probably no one) the last doodle is in reference to my longest spadesgore fic to date, Royalty, please read it I'd appreciate it <3

Credit to all of these asks (and also my bestie) for making me go insane for the past week drawing all these

[luna-the-cretar]

I have an urge to draw Gideon again but like. Better, this time. And with hair I can actually draw. Like, maybe if it was longer. And put into a low ponytail or something. And actually try harder with his facial hair. And jewelry (like horn caps and earrings), because I like drawing that kinda thing (if it wasn’t obvious considering that 99% of the characters I draw tend to have jewelry of some kind—usually earrings)

I also have an urge to draw Shepherd again. But better. And without shitty facial hair (he looks so goofy with the facial hair I gave him 😭😭😭). And maybe some silver horn caps. Or perhaps one silver horn cap and one gold horn cap. With flame designs on both. Bc dragons. And I’ll just claim that Sarnax gave them to him bc that lizards love language is gift giving goddammit.

[isjasz]

The brainrot continues (Blame @vesperionnox and @cherrysherin we are dragging the whole server down with this au)

Part 1

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[asterythm]

ok hey, is it alright if i wave my themes and narratives at you yet? what? oh okay just checking

nothing but a dull ache is a short-to-medium-length oneshot brought about by another author’s twoshot that rewired my brain so hard it instantly brought me into the isat community.

heads up, siffrin crucially is not in this one — or, well, they’re present, but not in person (not dead!! just… not here). that’s its driving force, actually. if you like stories about spaces left behind and people who love each other learning how life can go on despite it all, i hope you can enjoy nothing but a dull ache. <3

[cyanocophrenic]

Sweets (1/?)

The snugness was barely tolerable. She had overestimated herself. She looked surreptitiously over her shoulder and ducked around a corner. The only thing following her were her bad decisions, but she felt chased all the same.

Okay. Calm down. Breathe (but not too deep). Evaluate the situation. What are your options? Can you loosen anything?

She looked down at herself. Past her swollen breasts, past a fluffy roll of upper belly, she examined her waistline. Nope. The button was the only thing keeping the zipper together, and vice versa. For the millionth time, she lamented her morning. What a bright idea, interviewing for a job with a snack company. She was very well aware of how sweets affected her.

Could she find somewhere discrete to wait out her... little metabolic mishap? She looked around for a discrete nook to accommodate her fresh bulk.

The little atrium she had found had a series of plush benches around the walls. She sighed and headed for the one in the corner. She sucked in as best she could and sat down. Some horny little corner of her mind made note of how it felt as her tight belly shifted against her puffy thighs.

Sitting like this, only barely upright lest bending too far compromise her jeans, she couldn't ignore how her waistband was trying to cut her in half. She thought back to how she had done this to herself. The lovely HR manager had very explicitly pointed out the basket of the company's sugary offerings there in the middle of interview table. The woman had been insistent that she try at least one of each, gushing like any good salesperson about their rich flavors and subtle textures, occasionally even peeling one out of its wrapper and handing it to her.

How could she have done anything but eat what was offered to her? And by a beautiful woman, no less. She knew how her body reacted to food like this, but she had been desperate to make a good impression, to look good and eager and employable. A good girl. She ignored that last thought, and the accompanying shiver through her frazzled tummy.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth (but not too deeply). All she had to do was calm down, and give her body a chance to do the same. Then she could find a back door to sneak out of, go home and hope that somehow that she hadn't blown the interview.

She opened her eyes again and caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room. Holy crap, she was huge. She had been her normal, narrow self, and her outfit had fit very very normally, when she had arrived. But now? Now it looked positively painted onto her. Her breasts were trying to spill out of her tastefully exposed bra and over the lapel of her blouse. She was more balloon than woman at this point. She ignored another tingle.

As she watched herself in the mirror, she noticed something change. Slowly but surely, the last wrinkle in her blouse smoothed out. Uh oh. That meant... she was still filling out. Panic. She tingled again.

No. No. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). She closed her eyes again, and could feel her plump body quietly grow. Crap.

Panic. Calm. Breathe (but not too deep). Calm.

Maybe if she didn't look, it would go away. That had never worked before, sure, but there's a first time for everything, right?

As she rationalized to herself, she noticed the sound of heels clacking towards her hiding spot. Panic!

Maybe their owner would pass and not notice her?

No such luck.

The woman who had interviewed her rounded the corner.

"There you are!"

She struggled to stand. So tight.

"You left your purse upstairs. I get it, though. Interviews can be pretty stressful, huh?"

Like nothing had changed. Did this woman not notice that she was currently three times the size she was when she had shown up? Could this woman not hear every seam in her clothes creaking in harmony? Could the woman not see how wide and deep and round she was becoming?

"It's such a beautiful handbag, I almost wanted to keep it for myself!" The woman laughed. "Oh well."

She took the bag from the woman. "O-oh! Thank you!" Leapt out of her.

"Listen," said the woman, "technically I have to review a few other candidates, but I think you're a shoo-in for the position." The woman moved closer. "No one else has shown so much... enthusiasm." Closer still. She basked in the smell of the woman's musky perfume.

"Oh... that's great!" she managed to squeak out.

"In fact," the woman continued, "if you'd like to come back upstairs, we can have you fill out the onboarding paperwork now, so you don't have to come back just to fill out some forms if... when we give you the job." So close now.

"Um! Okay!" What.

The woman placed a gentle hand on the side of her massive, tight, growing belly. "Listen, between you and me, that passion you showed today will take you far with us. Do you feel like the offer is fair? We can negotiate further if you need." The woman's eyes were so sincere.

What was going on here? She could barely think.

The woman placed her other hand on top of her belly, well hidden by her burgeoning breasts. "I do hope you'll say yes."

"Um..."

There was a pop. Her button pinged away across the room from her overburdened jeans. It made a little thwack sound as it hit the far wall. Her zipper flew down, zizzing audibly. Her belly erupted through the breach. Her blouse retreated upwards. The tingling became a roar. All the while, the woman, as though no tectonic shifts were happening right there and then, continued to implore with borderline puppydog eyes.

The world held its breath with her. How had this woman not reacted to any of that?! What? Was the woman still waiting for an answer?

"...okay?" She tried. She wasn't sure if her brain was still working. "Sure?" Best to stick to small sentences.

"Yay!" cheered the woman, "I really think you'll love it here!" The woman launched in for a quick hug around her exposed belly. The woman's arms didn't go even halfway around her. And still the woman didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong.

"Well! If you'll follow me back to the elevators, we can at least get the formalities out of the way."

The woman took her by the hand and pulled, still gentle. She followed, mutely. Even the horniest, shamiest corners of her mind were silent, waiting with bated breath.

As they reached the elevators, the woman pushed the up button and stood to the side. "Please," said the woman, "after you!"

On autopilot now, she stepped into the elevator and... wedged into the door. Stuck. What. Panic? Calm? The elevator dinged again as if to say "I'm waiting!"

The cold of the elevator doors brought her back to reality. She put a hand on either side of herself and tried to pull herself in. As though this were somehow normal, the woman chirped "Oh, here, let me help!"

She felt a gentle pair of hands press into her oceanic bottom. Her horny brain thrilled again. She clamped down on those thoughts. No time to be a pervert.

Between the two of them, they muscled her into the elevator. She turned to face the doors in time to watch the woman press into her in order to let the doors close. Normally equipped for eight full-sized human adults, due to her immensity, it very barely fit two.

"We need floor thirty," said the woman into her barely contained cleavage. She tried to reach for the panel of buttons, but by now there was simply too much of her in the way.

"I've got it," said the woman, reaching behind her without looking.

They rode the thirty floors quietly. She could feel herself still widening, pressing towards the walls of the elevator car. Her embarrassment had burnt out, leaving only a kind of stunned peace in her mind. She tried to will her body away from the woman, but where else could it really go?

By the time they reached their destination, the woman was firmly pressed against the doors, still showing no indication of the extra-ordinariness of the situation.

As the doors opened, the woman stepped back, grabbed her hands, and pulled as she tried to wiggle through the door. Eventually she floomped through, and they set off toward the HR suite.

Full-on waddling now, she felt an inner tension release. She had stopped growing. Relief. If nothing else, at least things had stopped getting worse. Sure, she was almost round enough to roll. Tingle. Sure, her clothing had been reduced to barely covering her... rude areas. Tingle. Sure, a beautiful woman was acting as though this was all perfectly normal. Tingle tingle tingle. But hey, at least it finally wasn't getting worse.

The woman pushed open the double doors to the HR suite and welcomed her in with another glittering smile. They seemed to be the only ones there. The woman led her, patiently, to the front desk area. The woman ducked behind the desk, looking for something.

"Hmm, it looks like I'll need to go print off more some more copies of the forms. Shouldn't take more than a minute or two." Finally she'd have a moment to collect herself.

Then the woman produced a basket, laden with various goodies, from underneath the desk. "Here! Help yourself, sorry to make you wait." Uh.

"Oh, here, allow me," said the woman, picking out a chocolate confection, peeling it, and pressing it into her mouth. "I'll be right back!"

She chewed and swallowed the treat.

Uh oh.

[sugwrpwzz]

Scary? my god your divine…

Character A is always taking care of Character B while regressed. Maybe Character B would like to know what it’s like?

little!lucifer cg!angel dust

Lucifer/Angel Dust

weakness || ”let me help you” || denial

Lucifer represses for too long, and angel grows concerned.

rating: G

Warnings: none

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“Hey - has anyone seen my dad at all today? I haven’t seen him at all…”

Charlie said through a mouthful of Froot Loops. Vaggie kissed her on the forehead.

“I haven’t seen him babe.”

Husk nudged Angel, making the spider demon nearly spit out his drink.

“They’re looking for Lucifer…”

Angel quickly stood up, and headed to Lucifer’s room, telling Charlie he’d look for her dad.

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“Lulu?”

Angel stepped into his room. It was a mess, with books, ducks, markers, spread out on the floor. Angel carefully stepped over the mess.

Lucifer was huddled under a comforter, the lump of blanket rocking back and forth occasionally.

Angel smiled softly, and approached him.

“Lulu? I know yer in there…”

“m tired.”

Angel laughed.

“I can see that. Are you feeling little too?”

“Nuh uh! M big!”

“Oh really? How old are ya feeling, lovey?”

“No! M big! I’m supposed to take care of you…”

Angel laughed.

“You don’t need to be big for me all the time.”

Angel hugged Lucifer.

“I wan a stuffy…”

Angel smiled.

“Okay, babe.”

Angel grabbed a duck plushie, and Lucifer emerged from the blanket, rubbing his eyes and wearing pajamas with ducks all over them.

Lucifer snuggled into Angel’s fluff. Angel handed the plushie to him.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, sweetie.”

Lucifer giggled.

“You not scary!”

“I am! I’m….the tickle monster!”

Angel poked Lucifer in the ribs, which escalated into him tickling the little.

Lucifer giggled, his face red.

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After a few more minutes of giggles, Angel finally stopped, and Lucifer cuddled up to him.

“You not scawy…”.

Angel smiled, melting at his boyfriend’s cuteness.

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[justskyla-art]

who up vasting they error rn !? !? (/J) (lazy ahh doodles)

[andy-clutterbuck]

WALKER STALKER CON ATLANTA 2013

[escapizm]

"No song can reach me, so I scream silently

A sea where all light is silent,

Grab my lost ankle again,

Can't hear any sound,

Killin' me now, killin' me now, do you hear me?"

- BTS, "Black Swan"

[kazu-naito]

rc characters that are simply other people (it was revealed to me in a delusion):

wdym jonas? i'd recognise mr toby cavanaugh anywhere 🙄

we all know where this vlad came from

now this theo face... i'll die on this hill

[artnerd1123]

Finally watched tadc ep 4 and ;_;

Gangle……..

(Spoiler talk in the tags)