#oops forgot that tag lol

[liichkiing]

Hi. Doodled some Ninth Doctor at work a while back and I want everyone to look at her. My beautiful butch bisexual wife.

[ask-underrepairs]

Hello everyone! Welcome to Under Repairs! I'm Michael, the creator of this story!

This is an AU about living. Living for yourself, living for others, living out of spite. Living. It's based on my experiences with depression and suicidal ideation

As such, the following trigger warnings apply: mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation (both active and passive), mentions of self harm, abuse (physical and mental), torture, manipulation, depictions of dissociation, injury to a child, child death (due to a child being a ghost when the story starts), possession, possible allusions to sexual assault and abuse, neck trauma, wrist trauma, and eye trauma. Posts that contain these will be properly tagged (using the format "tw trigger") but if this is too much for you then it might be best to skip this one! This list is subject to be updated, I'll make a post to remind people to check whenever I add things

There's character refs under the cut, more will be added as characters are introduced! I'll add alt text soon!

I hope you all enjoy your stay!

[ssalballoon]

bg3 aggie doodles (1 layer and a dream)

bonus: not from aggie but look at this microorganism gale

[seasnailfish]

some old and recent doodles of lifesteal and unstables silles... hello ls and uu nation👋👋😄

[rubrtic]

sonadow boom for the soul

3 year difference yippee

[four-pointed-leaf]

was on the fence about posting these but ppl like the other dragons so. have some sillier shit. the epic highs and lows of staying up all night to hang out

[averycutesalamander]

drops this into your inbox yells BOOTHILL refuses to elaborate and leaves

"What do ya mean you're tired, baby?" he croons, a devious tilt to his smirk. "You've barely been goin' for five minutes, and you're already tuckered out?"

"Shut the fuck up," you whine, too lost in your need to sound legitimately intimidating. Your hips and thighs ache ferociously from the motion, but you want to come so desperately that you try to fight the burn; despite the fact that he's the one with his wrists bound in rope above his head, he's edged you for an hour at the very least, bucking into you from below hard enough to make your head spin. Then, he'd slow to a crawl, listening to you beg and babble and whimper as your upcoming orgasm faded into oblivion.

He made a smug comment along the lines of, "I knew you were spoiled, but this is crazy, sweetheart. You're so pampered that ya expect me to do everythin', even when you're the one ridin'. Some cowgirl you are, huh?" And you hate that he knows exactly how to push your buttons, because no matter how hard you fight, it never ends in your favor.

Still, you'd narrowed your eyes and grumbled, "I'll show you spoiled, you smug bastard."

And, naturally, that led you to your current predicament: riding him for any length of time is fucking exhausting.

The hot bursts of pleasure can only override the ache of your muscles for so long, and you haven't even managed to come yet, and god you wish he would just do that thing where he gets tired of your nonsense and flips you over and has his way with you. You suspect that isn't on the menu tonight, though, because he looks perfectly content to utter filth into your ear while he watches you struggle.

"C'mon, doll. It can't be that hard, can it?" he says, and even though your eyes are squeezed shut, you can still see that smug fucking smirk, clear as day. "This is just pitiful, honey. All that big talk, and now ya can't even make yourself come?"

You damn near sob, unable to resist the urge to slump down into the crook of his neck. All you can manage now is the slightest rock of your hips, but the tiny bursts of pleasure as his head grinds into your cervix are mere sparks over damp tinder. Eventually, you can't even handle that motion, and you're left whimpering like a puppy into the cool steel of his neck, panting and quivering and so desperate that you could die.

A shiver runs up your spine when he laughs, his breath hot on your ear. "Poor thing," he coos without a drop of sympathy. "That's all you've got, huh? You're all burnt out?"

"Please," you whine, cutting right to the thick of it, because you already know he's going to make you beg. "Please just fuck me, bee."

He hums in thought, and your neck tingles at the depth of his voice, at the rumble of his chest beneath yours. "Tell me you need me," he says, deceptively light.

"I need you, baby," you keen, caving without hesitation. "Need your cock. Need you to make me come. Please, please-"

"And who do ya belong to?" he growls, just barely nipping at the lobe of your ear.

He just barely grinds up into you, leaving you gasping and moaning. "You! I'm yours, I'm yours, it's all for you-"

You hear the rope snap only half a second before you feel the ruthless grip of his fingers around your hips. In a blink, you're face-down in the pillows, your waist pinned to the mattress, and you feel him starting to slip out of you-

And then he slams home inside of you again, so hard that it punches a moan straight out of your chest. You have only a moment to scramble for a hold against the pillows before he really starts to fuck you, completely prone, with absolutely no hope of escape. His weight prevents you from moving at all, aside from the uncontrollable shuddering that runs through your whole body.

It takes less than a dozen strokes of his hips before you feel the heat rising to a boil once more, curling in your gut, shivering in your cunt. You start babbling and begging and whimpering and god, fuck, you're so close you can feel it in the back of your throat-

The tension snaps, and you clench around him like a vise.

You moan helplessly, shaking like a leaf, hit by wave after wave after wave of pleasure, so thoroughly lost in the undertow that you fear you'll drown. And all the while, his pace doesn't falter in the slightest, dragging it out for longer and longer, and finally, you start to feel the brutal burn of overstimulation creep in.

Your moaning turns ragged and tense, your voice breaking under the pleasure. "Oh- Oh, fuck, this is- It's too much-"

"Well, you're gonna have to cry about it, doll," he purrs, sounding far too pleased with himself. "If I'm doin' all the work, it's only right that I take however much I want from ya, right?"

His next thrust is cruel in its intensity - so ruthlessly efficient that you almost wail. Already, you can feel another peak building in your gut, leaving you shivering underneath him as he takes, and takes, and takes.

He laughs, dark and smoky in your ear. "Yeah, I knew you'd agree, sugar. Now sit still and take it like a good girl, won't ya?"

(It's not like you have any other options.)

[ribbononline]

Still trying to finish other things but in the meantime- updated design for my older May! She's an Ace Trainer

[charmzero]

Team ABIS having a pool night!

I wanted to challenge myself by making this a big drawing in 4K with a whole bunch of characters and a full background and add the game ui over it and MAN THAT WAS HARD AND IT TOOK FOREVER BUT I DID IT

I sure hope that the gif is fine lol

some details below

[strawberry-smog]

I find it interesting that regardless of whether a Fidd/Ford meta post is trying to argue that they’re healthy or toxic or in between or whatever they all still tend to take the stance of “Fiddleford is such a saint for putting up with and forgiving Ford!” when the more canon stuff I see about him the more I’m convinced he’s a fucking maniac. I don’t mean this is a “wow McGucket is so problematic, I guess he’s the REAL toxic friend” way, but I do mean this in a way where I don’t find how he acts around Ford very admirable at all.

Like, this is a guy who cannot have a serious argument or disagreement with Ford, not just to the point where he hides his own feelings around him and then snaps, but to the point where he hides his own feelings around him and then snaps and then secretly uses his memory gun to erase it out of both their heads so it’s like the argument never even happened. This is a guy who moved to and stayed in a town full of dangerous monsters that gave him panic attacks because Ford asked him to. This is a guy who moved ten hours away from his wife and small child for a year, visited them once on Christmas, and then immediately flew back to work because he got into a fight with his wife over not buying her a present while he was busy hand-making Ford, a man who doesn’t celebrate Christmas, two presents. This is a guy who started a cult to cope with all of this rather than telling Ford something was wrong. This is a guy who stood by Ford even after receiving a really mean and disrespectful ultimatum from him and only left when he got irrefutable proof that Ford was about to unleash a demon that would devour the earth, and even then he just ran off to forget everything with his cult rather than try to, you know, stop Ford from doing that.

This is him bending over backwards for Ford, yes, but this is fucking insane. Yeah sure he’s pretty put upon by Ford, but he’s also putting quite a lot of this upon himself, because he can’t just have an important discussion with him and will instead martyr himself upon Ford’s disregard endlessly, to the detriment of himself, everyone who knows these two, and, tbh, Ford.

[thlassicalamity]

bingge fanart i did a little while back... was thinking about how dehumanizing the iac + the endless abyss + xin mo + also honestly much of his life would've been for bingge like. zamn! yeah i can see why this guy turned out like that

[honkowo]

ok realised i had a good bit accumulated 4 another artdump yay(2 no ones suprise its empire shit again lol)

from the top we have: a subspecies of displacer beast that lives in the nearby mountain range known locally as suncats(the gif includes diff colour morphs based on the various colours of the sun during the day + an albino alt), 3 tiefling horse mounts of kaidu, jon & tolui respectively(+ no armour alts),scary magic granpa tsaivar & kaidu fullbodies + another npc, a bunch of shitpost drawings cos i want 2 draw all these fuckers in my brain but dunno what 2 draw them doing lol(1st is negative nancy club feat mono(one of my friends tieflings he made specifically 4 the empire) & jon, atracinus showing krei 2 the kraul, atracinus & his very normal wife(kaidu), & lastly mono again w kaidu), & lastly(cos hes verrry flashy & i didnt want 2 put that at the top) discontent's suncat form(in canon hes all flashy 2 disorient whoevers attacking him)

[serfuzzypushover]

Could you pretty please do Davejohn or Johnkat?! :3

how bout both in one and they're all women

((dont tag june as john please))

[wildflower-otome]

[sleepyskeleton-0]

Prompt: Hug/“this isn’t a negotiation, friend” (day 16)

Characters: Wild + Legend

Goddess, Time’s gonna kill me, Wild thought to himself as he trekked through the forest. He was allowed to go out foraging on the condition that he’d be back at camp before sunset. He grimaced as he looked at the orange streaks in the sky fading into purple.

It had been a calm day. A few stray monsters here and there, but nothing even one of them couldn’t handle. It had put most of them on edge (“it's the calm before the inevitable storm”, Hyrule said) but they all decided to ignore it in favour of having a bit of fun. Wind and Four were by the river last he’d seen them, collecting and admiring cool rocks. The others decided to take advantage of the fact that the old man was actually willing to play cards this time and even put money on the table.

In any case, it had been a while since he left the clearing and he really needed to get back before-

He stopped.

There, on the side of the overgrown path, sat Legend.

He was sitting facing in the other direction, hunched in over himself as if he’d just been punched in the gut.

Wild approached him with caution.

“Hey Legend, what are you doing?”

He came around to face the other hero and sat down in front of him. The Vet had his face buried in his knees, arms around his head. He stayed silent.

“Legend?”

“Hm.”

“You okay?”

Neither of them moved for a long while, each deciding to let the question hang in the air between them while Legend found his bearings.

He lifted his head, his face was screwed into a difficult expression, halfway between anxiousness and despair.

Wild frowned, but didn’t stare. Instead, he decided to take an interest in the dandelions that grew around them.

It’s as if he could hear the other’s struggle as he tried to form words.

“I-”

Legend coughed, trying to untighten his throat so he wouldn’t sound as choked up.

“I’m okay. I just get like this sometimes.”

It was true. They all had days where they couldn’t explain why exactly they had low mood or high anxiety, but that didn’t mean they needed to be alone during those confusing and stressful times.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“That’s okay, but you’re still gonna have to pay your taxes”, Wild turned his nose up in mock entitlement, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Wha- what?” The look of bewilderment almost made him crack.

“I’m here to collect your taxes, dude. Now pay up”, and he opened his arms with a blinding, over exaggerated smile.

Legend stared at him for a long, hard moment.

Tears pricked his eyes, apparently on their own accord, because he reached up and furiously wiped them away, snorting.

“You’re stupid.”

“Nah, I just know you.”

“Yeah, I hate that.”

“Can you just accept the hug??”

Legend sighed and promptly fell into the Champion, making no move to reciprocate the arms that encircled him in a tight embrace.

They stayed like that, enjoying each other’s company while any remaining anxiety and frustration ebbed away.

It took some time before either was ready to pull away. Admittedly, it was cold, and Wild was a pleasant source of heat.

Legend smiled as the last of his turmoil came to an end.

[puddleorganism]

Ok people went feral over mini Jimmy so I’m dropping more on your doorstep like gifts from a feral cat

In the last one I wanted to be curious about some red stone Tango was working on so I threw in one of my headcanons that there are tools for handling redstone since it’s probably not the safest to get a bunch of weird magic dust all up in your business

[Image IDs: all the images are drawings of a tiny golden harpy (Jimmy), roughly the size of an actually canary. He’s got long tail feathers and wings, which are a lighter gold than the rest of him. He’s completely covered in feathers aside from most of his face, and his hands and legs which are covered in grey scales. At the wrist joint of the wing he has little bird-like 4-fingered hands. He also has long feathered ears. In the first image he’s sitting on the ground hugging the face of Deputy Norman, a fluffy white cat with a deputy badge that has his name and a paw print on it pinned to a blue ribbon that acts as a collar. In the second image Jimmy is curled into a tiny ball in Tango’s hand. His hand is the only part of Tango pictured, here. Jimmy is resting his head on the meat of Tango’s palm causing his cheek to squish. He’s sleeping. In the third image Tango’s arm is pictured holding a hollow metal pen-like object that’s filled with redstone from Minecraft. It’s being used to draw lines of redstone. Jimmy is perched on the back of Tango’s wrist, his itty bitty little talons curled over it. He’s angled to the left, but his head is turned towards the redstone curiously and there’s a little question mark above his head. He’s wearing his tiny cowboy had with a blue ribbon and gold pendant. End IDs]