#oof for my content

[clockwork-ashes]

sometimes i feel like eris and his mother don’t really get along as people. she had a child i’m assuming she didn’t want with a husband she didn’t choose, and they’re super close in age. if beron wanted a perfect heir, i’m sure the lady of autumn didn’t have a huge say in the way eris was raised. she wishes she was more involved, eris wishes the same. eris loves his mother and wants to please her, he wants to make his father proud. it’s so complicated and tragic.

[itwoodbeprefect]

the great thing about falling really deep into a new media niche is developing opinions on many new things. the terrible thing about falling really deep into a new media niche is developing opinions on many new things

[tashayarr]

Magnum P.I. | 1980 No Need to Know

[phriend-shaped]

Rewatching some pre-H sims to remind me of Dab and Evan's origin story and it's so painfully obvious how much they are holding back compared to the most recent sims videos. Like witnessing a gay romance is making them be so careful not to reveal anything about themselves. And now knowing everything that Dan was going through around II times. I can't help but feel sad.

[pricetagged]

I need to get off tumblr and just wriiiite 😢

[mrsoharaa]

Ꮺ ❥ 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: MDNI +18 ONLY, biting, dry humping, slight swearing, Miguel being needy.

a/n: this was not meant to be this long I swear lmaooo. I kinda got carried away with this....oof, but I definitely do NOT regret it. this one...this one made me claw at my sheets and hurdle into my blanket ngl lool. (also this isn't entirely proofread, too lazy, was rushing towards the end ngl...sooo...sorry for any errors!) but, enjoy! ( ദ്ദി ͡º ꒳ ͡º)✧

"Are you...sure you're okay with this? you don't have to do this..." his sleek voice rumbles in a soothe, concerned monotone. A waft of warm, enticing sensation slightly coils through your veins at the sheer gentleness and care in his smooth tone.

A small smile jests at the corners of your supple lips, gently unzipping the back of your suit, gliding down the stretchy fabric down just mid length of your shoulders and turn your back to face him. Your bare, tantalizing skin open to his roaming, cardinal eyes. The impervious, carnal desire to greedily tame it for himself, gnawing at the roughen layer of his beautiful brazen flesh. Practically digs his protracted claws deep into the callous of his tightening fists.

A soften chuckle hardly brushes pass your lips, still displaying your tender, silken vulnerability to his hungry eyes. Your head barely makes it over the strut of your right bare shoulder, pliable irises delicately gazing over at the towering, stifled man fighting every nerve thrashing urge to smother you entirely with his ascending hunger and thickening lust for you.

"If I wasn't okay with this Miguel, I wouldn't be here now would I?" the soft little glint of approval in your glossed, bewitching eyes and those simple, humbled words of utter assurance was all he needed to heed before taking a step or two closer towards you.

The drastic difference of height between you both still amazes you to this day (you can never get over it, you relished the feeling of being completely and utterly small to someone thrice the size of you...especially when it was him). The overcast of his soaring, brawny frame looms over you from behind, noting the intricate silhouette details of his pretty slicked back hair, wide, broaden shoulders and a slim figure that dipped ever so perfectly just below the waist always insinuated some sort of buzzing sensation through the midst of your fluttering, smaller body.

You exhale a low breath, twitching slightly to the sudden gentle touch of his larger, wider hands subtly homing onto each side of your tensed arms. Your heart racing frantically against your chest, mind already going fuzzy with accelerated exhilaration and a surge of pulsing thrill.

You tilt your head delicately over towards your left shoulder, exposing more of your gleaming, smooth naked skin to his view. Feeling the sudden tightness of his grip on each side of your arms slightly squeeze, a heavy, hot breath exhales from his full lips.

What a temptress you were.

He carefully weaves some of your loosen darken locks to the opposite side of your shoulder. Giving him a much better view of your luring skin.

Hums ever so deeply within the depths of his solid chest, leans in closer to the exposure of your neck and breathes heftily amongst the delicious, intoxicating aura that resonates from you. Stimulating his already spiked hunger and fervor for you.

With a quick glimpse over your shoulder, you were met with those beautiful pools of sleek ruby staring ever so intently and longingly down at you. Sending yet another wave of enticement and titillation down the stride of your tensed body, the added smoothness of his languid fingers brushing ever so softly, comfortingly along your limbs, only seeping deeper into the heightened, sensitivity of your growing yearning.

He takes in another inhale of your flushed skin, presses his nose just beneath the juncture of your clenching jawline and finally grazes his piercing fangs over along the sweetness of your plush flesh. The overwhelming, candied scent of your radiating aroma only violently routing his clouded carnal thoughts of wretched insatiability.

"Remember what I told you to do when it becomes too much?" his rasp voice drops a couple of octaves, grounded with nothing but over-consuming haste and need clawing through his baritone vocals.

You nodded slowly, inhaling another breath as your eyes peer back to note his dire glare.

Your thighs instinctively push together, skin crawling with arising goosebumps and pivoting elation.

He simply grunts deeply against your skin, breathing over you once more before reaching over the softness of your belly securely, pushing you back against his stern chest and finally sinks his edged fangs deep into the lush of your lavishing, warm flesh.

A steep growl and a sharp inhale through his nostrils fills the air around you. Along with the bitten back, inaudible hitched whine grating harshly down the back of your throat.

Hot waves of surged electricity and a tinge of burn seers all over your quickly heated skin. Your hands instinctively curl into tighten fists as your body hurls closer to the solidity of his firm, slightly hunched stature behind you.

You close your eyes tightly, fighting back the swelling thick tears blurring your vision. The intangible sensation of piercing pain quickly molds into a torrid, mind spluttering euphoria. Quickly washing over the piercing sting of his elongated teeth.

The rumbles and trickling reverberations of his grumbled grunts and elevated growls pings at the growing warm, fluttering sensation drawing all over you. Pushing your trembling thighs ever so tightly against one another with such shaken pressure. The pit of your swarming belly filled with heightened elevation and swelling rapture.

You hastily slump your head to the opposite direction of his nudged face smothered deep into your pulsing skin, lips finding home at the bulge of his flexing bicep.

You whimper more audibly at the accelerating, sweltering simulation coursing through the plain of your punctured neck. Your nails finding refuge on each side of his entrapping, muscular arms that draped around you.

Hardly flaking out your gritted teeth, you subtly skim them against the flimsy holographic fabric that hardly hid any of his protruding muscles. Whisking out yet another stammered groan from you, your nails prying into his suited skin.

Thick brows twitch to the sudden sensation of your nails clawing into him, slowly peers his hazy polished irises and captures the distinguished, rapturous expression drawn across your exquisite face. Reeling him in even more so to his deprived, twisted hunger and craving for you.

Instinctively bucks his hips into yours, earning himself a shaky, breathy moan to expel from your sputtering lips. Groans and huffs ever so heftily against your neck, palms strictly pulling you more closer into his encasing, hulked frame.

"F...fuck" was all that could be heard within the vast, dark vicinity you were both enraptured in. Your poor, smaller body trembles ever so violently when he begins to become more...touchy with you. Strong, wide hands roam curiously, needily along the voluptuous curves of your sweet, addicting body. His prone senses and spider like genes, revving into overdrive to consume you entirely.

Your head starting to become numb, lost into the burning passion of peeked arousal and pinched throbbing. Your hands softly run up the length of his contracting muscles, intricately and sensually, feeling up every crevice, dip and inch of his budging, clothed flesh.

Relishes in the way you caress his rough, rigid body.

Grumbles something deep and incoherent against your perpetual skin. His grip around you tightens as he absentmindedly walks you towards the nearest surface he could guide you to. Feels you stumble a bit as your mid abdomen hurls against the ledge of his office desk, bends you over gently as he continues to feed from your savory neck. Melds his firm hips against yours, sturdily pins you with his body against the cold surface of his once neatly organized desk.

Your palms quick to flatten themselves amongst the cool surface of his desk, chest pressing into the smooth, cold exterior.

"M-Miguel" you weave out a breath, feeling the hounding weight of his body pour down onto your back, his silky lips pressing and smearing ever so deeply into the flush of your pulsating skin.

His wandering hands never leaving your squirming, perfect body. Pulls and grinds you unbashfully against his own figure with such rigor and sensuality.

Your sweet, staggered moans only encourage his notions that much more. Pressing his pulsing bulge against the globe of your lush rear.

His teeth finally detaches from your neck, sheathes in a guttural, almost animalistic like groan against your skin. Too wrapped up in his own depraved rapture of senseless dry fucking you against his desk.

His mouth never parts far from your calling flesh, weighted breaths of pitched grunts and Spanish slurs cradles into the plushness of your neck.

"Joder, te sientes tan bien cariño…me haces tanto bien…" he husks out heavily, pressing the prominent tent of his bulge deep against the shape of your rippling bottom. Sultry, lapsed breaths fan swiftly along your ear. ("Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart…you're doing so good for me…")

"Just...just a little bit longer ok? just hold out a little bit longer for me, yeah? I just...need this...I need you right now- god, I just need you right now...so god damn b-bad" the blazing, enticing words that swindled off his perfect, full lips tremored all down your shuddering body.

Your nails scrapping and clawing pointlessly against the cold surface that pinned you against him.

Cheeks burned of pooling blood rushing to your adoring flesh, legs quaked to his every desperate grind and thrust he'd implore onto you.

After intense, moments of being so blindlessly consumed by the two of yours complete lust and desire for one another, you could feel the prompt halt of his hips messily plunging against yours. A torn, strained heavy grunt of pleasure hotly fuming deep int your heated ear.

Your body twitches sporadically against his stilled, tensed frame. Feeling a damped wetness prod against the upperside of your bottom. His hips gently rubbing against the soften, clothed backside of your body.

The weight of his foggy head slumps down amongst your right shoulder, sloppily yet, tenderly, places genuine, endearing kisses up and down the room of your exposed skin.

"Gracias, preciosa...you're too good for me"

[lonely-night]

Raffi Musiker and Seven of Nine | STAR TREK PICARD

Monique Jeffries and Patrice LaRue | LAW AND ORDER SVU

[starrybxcky]

Where 🗣️ is 🗣️ the 🗣️ older! Leon🗣️ content 🗣️

[foxgloveinspace]

Spoonie Neil headcanons (pt. 1/?)

Hey I decided to write this, and probably won’t be updating this headcanon series, sorry guys!! (You have to be logged into ao3 to read it)

It all starts when Abby jokingly says ‘and remember, the normal amount of pain is no pain’ as they get ready to start a game. He rolls his eyes at first, but then that night when he really thinks about it he starts to wonder to himself

Is the pain I remember having constantly from a life on the run and then a life of constant practice?

He takes a couple nights off of extra practice, making Kevin pissed at him, and Andrew silently concerned, but him pulling back in day practice as well has most of the team on edge for the week it keeps up.

On that Saturday he walks into Abby’s office and sits on her table, and looks her right in the eye and says ‘I have pain all the time. I have been in constant pain since I was a kid. I don’t know if it’s something my dad did, or if I’ve always been like this.’

She’s concerned. Duh.

They do some tests come up with 🤷🏼 it’s pain.

She asks Neil if she should tell coach or if she should, and he says he’ll take care of it.

He doesn’t.

He doesn't tell anyone and starts practicing hard again.

Except that now that he knows about it, it's harder to ignore.

The constant ache in his left hip and ankle that are just barely there, the way his fingers hurt after it gets cold, when he feels it down to his bones.

It's all harder to push to the back of his brain now.

Kevin notices first. (Andrew knows something is up, he just figures Neil will now tell him about it....) He notices Neil rubbing his left knee in the hall once, when he thinks he's alone in between classes.

He corners Neil before night practice, Andrew already in the goal, and them putting on their gear.

'you pushed yourself too hard, your injured, you don't play while injured' lecture.

'it's not an injury.' 'I saw you rubbing your knee, and limping. Stop Lying to Me'.

He ends up shouting it, 'Im always in pain'. He's so loud even Andrew stops what he's doing (swinging his racket around, practicing sick af spins).

They all stand there. not saying anything, Neil's panting even though he doesn't even feel out of breath.

'what.' Kevin says it in an icy voice.

'im always in pain, I have chronic pain, I don't know why, but I hurt all the time.'

Kevin is quiet. and then he says, Neil's worst nightmare, 'we're not practicing tonight.'

Neil hasn't shed tears since he was a kid, since before his mom knocked it out of him (literally), but he's close in that moment, taking off his gloves and throwing them on the ground/at Kevin, and stomping back into the lockers.

Kevin doesn't even say anything, just picks them up and Andrew walks out after them, having come close enough to the door to hear the conversation.

When they get back to the room, Neil just wants to be alone. But instead Kevin follows after him, and pushes him down on one of the bean bags.

'stay'

Neil's leg hurts too much to really argue, but he sits there stewing.

Andrew is staring at him fron across the room, he's sitting on his desk, and Neil looks at him, but he can sort of read Andrew's expression, and he doesn't like it, so he looks at the black tv screen.

the microwave goes off, and Neil almost jumps. he almost does again when the door to it is slammed shut.

Kevin comes back in the room, holding a heat pack.

He walks over to Neil, and drops down to his knees in front of him, 'which knee?'

Neil shakes his head, and presses his hand to his hip, and Kevin lays the heat pack over Neil's side, and Neil makes a quizical sort of noise, but then he sighs as it starts to ease the pain a little.

Kevin hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickers toward Andrew's direction for a second, before he sighs, and reaches up to ruffle Neil's hair.

'I'll teach you how to take care of it better, ok?'

Neil sighs, but nods, his hands curling in the front of his hoodie.

'We'll try ice for your knee, hows that sound?'

Neil just nods again.

he dozes to the sound of Kevin and Andrew discussing compression leggings.

they get them overnight shipped.

Kevin places both hands on Neil shoulders and stands him in front of Coach until Neil finally tells him.

'Yeah, so. Me and Abby figured out I have chronic pain.'

Coach nods, 'ok. That why you where late this morning?'

Neil cringes, 'no, Kevin got me weird leggings that seem to help.'

Coach pauses his watching of the rest of the team, and turns too look at Neil, 'when did you and Abby figure this out again?'

Neil, finally getting fidgety, 'uhh, last month.'

Coach pinches the bridge of his nose, 'ok, dipshit, I'll work on changing your routine now.'

the tension melts out of Neil's shoulders. Kevin sighs. David looks frustrated, 'did you think I was gonna bench you?'

Neil doesn't do anything, but Kevin nods his head.

David sighs, 'get back to practice idiots.'

[crazymecjc]

pandora hearts doodles bc I’m feeling Wild about them

[chibishortdeath]

I actually really like the messed up skeleton Dracula design, it conveys that he’s not at full power yet pretty well :3. More explanations and two unfinished doodles under a cut—

Close up on Drac’s upper half cause the drawing was way too big for one photo of it. Something that I noticed while staring at his sprite for a while is that he’s probably not wearing a hood, but chainmail armor with a helmet on top :O!

Entire page view to get all the Dracula in frame lol. His armor isn’t falling off btw, everything is rising into place from the altar. Hopefully he’s not too gorey for general tags uhhh yeah d(TwT ).

This is him when he’s done coming together. He’s still not fully powerful or physically all there yet, but it’s just enough to be able to troll Simon at the end 💀💀💀. Anyway yeah he’s totally me when my arch nemesis doesn’t find my teeth and accidentally summons me before I’m ready lol.

Simon is literally so fun to just put in poses. He is almost always my model for drawing poses because his big thighs kinda force you to make his pose even more exaggerated to get the same amount of open space and ratio of things— yeah idk it’s fun. He’s also allowed to have some sass sometimes I think. Fun fact! I didn’t use a reference for these :3. I’m so proud! Angles like this are usually hard!!! Oh and rare family heirloom sword moment. I’m taking this as a nod to the recent Haunted Castle remake now, which was so out of no where like (*o* ). I’ll take it!!! Simon game!!! A win!!! Hopefully the next collection they put out has Adventure Rebirth in it X3.

Simon but he is staring at you with the saddest pouty wet cat eyes. Tbh I think this general kinda neutral/resting sad expression is what I draw him with the most.

Which is why I also tried drawing him with other expressions!!!!!! In this one he is surprised and awkwardly responding to being told something so negative it’s almost comedic 💀💀💀. I was imagining the one town in Simon’s Quest with some bangers like “after Castlevania I told you never to return” and “you’ve upset the people now get out of town” X,,,,,D. He’s a little taken aback and was gonna try to defend himself, but he just leaves anxiously.

Please imagine that in this one he is saying that one meme that goes “it is hot as hell in this fucking ass hot ass room I’m in… IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER⁉️⁉️⁉️”.

Yay! Putting him on furniture for background practice!!! He is sitting on a church pew, having a couple micro sleeps cause he’s sleep deprived. He may fall off cause that armor is a little too heavy when sitting down I’d imagine.

These last two are for the images below. First one is just him kinda tweakin idk, he’s been awake too long and seen too much, somebody direct him to the nearest church, bro needs rest 💀. His hand shaking reminds me tho, a couple days ago I played the jojo fighting game so hard I had to put ice on my hand 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. It SUUUCKED like take it from me don’t play as Polnareff in story mode if you’ve already been playing for a long time ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

This one is just general anatomy practice, just doodling his proportions to keep the skill of being able to draw them d(^^ ). I ended up really liking how I drew his hair in this one though, it’s cute :3.

[bleue-flora]

As an inniter, but also a big c!Dream fan, you would not believe the people who get so upset over me just trying to be chill and talk about them both fairly. I don't get why people want to get so mad over block game. Personally, I love listening to other people’s thoughts, that's what community is about!

It is definitely wild to say the least. Though that’s not unique to discduo or even the dsmp, though certainly more prevalent in this fandom opposed to others. (I mean Supernatural fans are out here shipping brothers and Sam Winchester and his torturer, the literal Devil and I never came across them at each other’s throats. I mean talk about being an “abuse apologist” lol XD… ) but that over passion turned aggression does seem to be all across the internet and even into real life. It’s quite toxic really, used to be only politics were a dangerous topic but now it seems anything can garner pitchforks.

To be completely honest, I used to be a very passionate arguer, mind you about dealing with people and not young Minecraft boys. But I realized at some point that yelling at eachother was quite the waste of energy. If the other side is not even willing to listen or see your side then you might as well by talking to a brick wall, at least they might be more polite. So, I stopped arguing with people, who just wanted to scream nonsense without trying to see the other side, and started listening and discussing with people who mutually wanted to just talk about it. And I found it far more productive and interesting. Turns out people aren’t just terrible if they disagree with you, they just might have their own priorities or experiences or reasons that you don’t have. The world would be a simpler place if there was only one right answer and opinion and one wrong, but the truth is there is typically a little of both in either side, and a lot of times it’s just choosing which things are the most reasonable or important to you.

And we can always learn from each other even if at the end of the day your opinion remains the same. Most importantly, there’s really just no reason to hate someone just because they disagree with you, and their opinion doesn’t necessarily reflect their morals or whether they are or are not a good person. Sometimes you just gotta love and respect them anyways, maybe listen and respectively challenge their thinking when you can and give eachother space and room to grow as people…

[starakex]

Spent the last week making some paws for Zeke! Thought it'd be smart to get some shaving practice in before doing the head. I also bullshitted some finger escapes so I can finally use my phone with bappers...

Pattern: Kloofsuits' Five Finger Paws

[ace-n-mooch-daily]

Today's Ace n' Mooch is OH GOD MOOCH STOP MUNCHING ON HIS HAND

[harryzroze]

might be a tad obsessed with how much he changed after,,, yeah

without text version below

[toxooz]

Now, Do you draw everything in Firealpaca or do you flop between programs? (I personally use Firealpaca for line work then procreate for color)

i just use firealpaca for everything now but ive been thinkin abt trying a program that i actually pay for that has better brushes but its just a matter of getting off my ass to find one 😭