#polorizer

[notsqu1d]

Life is strange episode 5 spoilers I think?? DONT LOOK IF YOU DONT WANT KINDA SPOILERS??

THE NIGHTMARE SCENE IS FREAKING ME OUT ITS WEIRD AND IM ALL ALONE IN A DATK ROOM PLAYING THIS AND ITS FREAKY

[star-girlz167]

Arw u doin good?

YOU FEEL SAD?!?! GRRRR

GRRR WHO???

No one? grr ok

Jus remember i love you ❤️❤️❤️

[worldwide-blackfolk]

Wow!!  Remember Lamont from Sanford & Son from back in the day? I wasn’t even sure if he was still alive.  But he’s alive and well and speaking...

Full: Demond Wilson Sets Straight 'Sanford And Son' End, Redd Foxx, Guns...

[myketheartista]

HEY HOMIES !!!

Here’s the big baddie 😮‍💨 my final for Digital Illustration I ! I was so excited to do this assignment when I first heard about it in Week 1, I had kinda planned from the start for it to be an Aiah and Polor piece since I can’t get their dynamic outta my head. Came back to an old rendering style I haven’t touched in ages and really tried to push the color palette this time around (I learned about gradient maps ! They’re super cool !!) In the end, I think there’s a lot about it I wouldn’t change at all. This is honestly one of my best pieces if I’d have to judge, haha.

I’m super pleased with the finished version even though it drained every ounce of my life force <3 I now vanish to pursue more back-breaking projects

[eelfuneral]

My favorite characters tend to be the ones where the fandom is divided between people who love them, and people who fantasize about shrinking them down and tossing them into a food processor kicking and screaming.

[lepidopteragirl]

HI SOAPIE how r u doing tonight!!

ARTIEEEE i am doing well i have a big swimmeet this weekend so im getting ready for that <- lying and im trying to find a good new wallpaper for my phone for the holidays !!

[davidaugust]

I think gravity needs to back off. That nonsense pulling on everything garbage has to stop, and I am calling on you to take a stand against it. Why don’t more organizations speak out against it and demand it end the sucking? Be on the right side of history.

[sarahjaneshearer-blog]

My Top Ten Christmas Movies!!!

Hey, how are you???

I have been busy for a while!!!

This week, I am going to tell you my top ten Christmas movies!!!

The Night Before Christmas

Elf

The Polor Express

Love Actually

Arther Christmas

The Santa Clause

The Holidate

The Christmas Chronicles

The Princess Switch

Lovehard

[notsqu1d]

I NEED HELP MAKIMG A LIFE IS STRANGE DECISION PLEASE IM SO BAD AT DECISIONS IDK WHY I PLAY THIS GAME (it’s amazing)

SPOILERS SO DONT LOOK AT THE NEXT FIVE LINES OF TEXT IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS DO I TELL, IM PUTTING WORDS SO ITS HARDER TO ACCIDENTALLY READ CAUSE IK I HATE SPOILERS, DAVID THAT, ADDING MORE WORDS, CHLOE IS, WOAH MORE WORDS, DEAD?

I’m sure the extra words were unnecessary but ik I HATEE any spoilers even if they don’t ACTUALLY matter that much, but this rlly feels like it matters

I don’t need an explanation WHY I should chose what, I just need to be told what to chose, NO SPOILERSSS

[screw---this---shit]

why do I constantly have believe from that freaking movie about the Christmas train stuck in my head it never ends please make it stop

[porcalinecunt]

boothill punishing reader for calling him ‘just a fucktoy’ so he turns them into one :3

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐘!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ friendly banter often devolved into mean spirited teasing, but there’s a fine line that you regretfully cross. Or did you?

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — mean dom! boothill. window sex. degradation. overstimulation. humiliation kink. biting. dumbification(?)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : ignore the fact that i forgot boothill cannot curse SHHHHH. but it’s finally done and im too tired to proofread this ;-;

friendly banter was a given in your relationship with boothill. you couldn’t help yourself to the free entertainment as the cyborg was forced to get creative with the troublesome filtering system that was installed in his mechanical body, much to his annoyance. 

every swear word he spat out, every nasty phrase that’d slip off his tongue would become the polor opposite. it’d make you chuckle a bit hearing him call you the sweetest names with reluctance in his voice. 

you on the other hand, often have a whole field day with it. spewing out sarcastic and maybe creative remarks just to rile him up even more, only to burst out laughing at his failed comebacks. it was a constant spit for spat that would last until one of you gave up and ended it with a soft make out session or cuddling in your shared bedroom. however, there’s an invisible line in the sand, one you wished you could’ve seen. 

another back and forth, like usual. as the more aggressive you got with boothill, so does your language. you teetered on the edge of your own teeth, slowing coming at his little fuck up’s like his heavily filtered system and his obnoxious munching of his own bullets. the ranger would shoot back with his own attempts, only passing off sarcastic and subtle remarks about that mouth of yours. the tension in the air only grew thicker and thicker before your words finally cut it in two. 

“I dunno why you should be talkin’ bootie, after all, you're just a fucktoy! ♡”

a cackle bursted from your lungs, as you tried to catch your breath. while you were stuck in a state of victory from having the last laugh, you didn’t quite catch the sudden silence that washed over the room until a chill shot at the back of your neck. turning your head, you were met with an unamused boothill, jaw clenched and eyes burning holes into your skull. your laugh diminished into tiny nervous sounds as the machine promptly marched his way to you, ignoring your babbles and apologies as your back pressed against the wall. you understood quickly that despite the unhinged nature of your verbal play fights, there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed. 

a raspy chuckle tickled your eardrums. “me? a fucktoy? now look who’s talkin’ sweet thing..” 

boothill, now wearing a hungry grin on his lips, promptly threw you over his shoulder with a harsh smack! on your ass. before you could protest, you were chucked onto the nearest soft furniture he saw, in this case being the couch. 

the window in front of it showing off a dazzling view of Penacony, the perfect place to show you off. it didn’t take long for your clothes to be torn clean off by his metal fingers and discarded on the floor while you whined loudly. something that warranted a palm over your pouty lips. 

“shh, now now doll..i don’t think fucktoys can speak. Now can they?” 

he spoke with faux sympathy traced in his tone, as you could only lie there helplessly while his cold hands traced your delicate flesh. boothill was an unpredictable man, some nights he takes it easy while the others have his more cynical nature leak through, tonight being the latter. you screwed your eyes shut once pleasure crawled through your skin, the ranger prying and poking at every sensitive corner of your body. from his ice cold fingers pinching your hard nipples, to his shark-like teeth nipping at your neck. 

“a-sll this..over an insul–” 

“shut it.” 

you flinched, unable to prepare yourself for what the machine had in store for you. you nearly forgot how hard he can be, until you felt something poking at your thighs. 

seven rounds, and he had yet to stop.

your jaw went slack so long ago, nothing but incoherent words and pleading coming out of your fucked out mouth. the taste of his spit lingered on your tongue which rolled out and is now pressed against the glass with the rest of your naked body.

“Ah..! B-Boothill! T-They’ll see uh—us!”

you whimpered, unable to string two words together without a sharp thrust ripping another sound out of your throat. through blurred vision, you could see Golden Hour in all its glory, praying that nobody spots your ilicit act with the ranger. your knees buckled, already weak from how long you’ve been standing without a break as boothill snapped his hips against yours while his teeth sunk into your shoulder for what seemed like the upteenth time.

“you think i give a crap doll? now keep that pretty mouth shut like i asked.”

he hissed in your ear, squeezing the plush of your thighs that were littered with teeth marks. you mewled, feeling the knot in your stomach snapping once again and throwing you into another intense orgasm. your hand curled up into a tight fist, almost banging itself against the foggy glass as stars filled your vision. a raspy chuckle was all you could hear, courtesy of an insatiable and spiteful boothill. he watched as you lost balance and fell onto his metal chest, breathing heavily between sobs.

“awee..~ tired already, doll?”

he cooed, you just wanted to sock his stupid smirk off his face. instead, you pouted, letting out an annoyed whine as you squirmed from his cock simply sitting inside you without moving an inch.

“maybe watch that tongue next time, hon’. then i’ll go easy on ya.”

he laughs, before pressing your limp body against the messy glass again and snapping his hips against yours with his relentless pace. feeling your brain melting from the overwhelming amount of cock he’s stuffing into you, you could only hang on for dear life as boothill made you eat your own words.

quite literally too.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[myketheartista]

CW for blood and non-canon character death/nightmares

Today marks a year since I did this animatic revolving around Aiah’s fears and concerns about Polor’s well-being as well as her own nightmares since the events on Buttoncraft have made her feel a bit paranoid about herself and her neighbors. I remember speedrunning this in a day or so after I initially heard the song, and I kinda lost any sense of my surroundings LMAO but I was really happy with it back then and I still am now even though there are definitely some things I wish I had/could polish up when I first made it (canvas sizing, anatomy). Regardless, I know this song still pains me /affectionate every time I listen to it,, these two really do give me brain worms =w=

Polor (green) belongs to @artistic-fuss and Aiah (purple) belongs to me, of course! The split second of PATC-H (blue) belongs to @shepscapades (our blorbo robot <3)

Song is FEEL SOMETHIN DIFFERENT by Bea Miller, Aminé

[sw33t-oubliette]

obsessed with the live version of split by jhariah

[artbyifer]

Miasma