#received a warm

[ridleymb]

When I had the idea of drawing toxic yuri and a warm comic about siblings for Christmas at the same time

I chose to draw both🙂

[aimer-arts]

SURPRISE hi aimer!! it's been so long since i drew one of your teams! i love them all, but i really love these two 🩵 i hope you like this!! (sorry nova's eyes aren't brown, i couldn't get it to work in my style </3)

AAAAAAAAAAA?! OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH… 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 YOU DREW THEM PERFECTLY AAAAAAA THANK YOU

[zuiz41]

IwaOi/Oiiwa Manga Valentine Special!

Happy Valentines Day, Everyone!! 💖💝💞 🎉✨

[dreagine]

Hi Te!! ๑^ᴗ^๑/

I hope you have been well recently, considering you said your months have been hectic ! You're one of my biggest inspirations and I adore your art, it's always an exciting moment when i get to see your colourful pieces again (*´ ˘ `*) I hope this month is better for you, and you have time to create more wonderful things !! But don't rush of course ♡

Take care !!

WAAAAAAAAAAH😭!!!!!! Thank you so much!!! Things have been a little rough recently,,just finished a big project for school and I’ve been catching up on all the sleep I’ve lost, lmao!!

But things will hopefully be a lot more tame in the future…though I doubt it will be by much! I am REALLY looking forward to creating more!!! I have so many ideas, and I’ve finally got a bit of time…

Ink sans, we r soooo back😼

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

had such a terribly awful day from start to finish yesterday but i am snuggling my sugu plushie and drinking warm milk like a domesticated cat and the sun is shining ……. today will be a little better

[sketchy-mf]

I tried drawing silly teeth man for the first time, I started tweaking

Also funny interaction I had with @owly-lumi while on discord call (They gave me permission to use the png of their drawing)

[lunewolf13]

Dick: *makes gagging sounds* *coughs* *spits*

Bruce from another room: You okay?

Dick, completely fine: Brushing my teeth!

Bruce: It sounds like you're vomiting.

Dick: Dramatic effect!

Bruce: Don't get too cold! We don't need anyone else getting sick.

[fauchart]

I wonder how coach Krupt would look in your artstyle. Love your OC btw!

It makes me so happy when people are into more secondary characters like that, genuinely I'm just ♥ Hell yeah!! Here's a coach Krupt for you, I hope I did him justice!!

And thank you so much, I'm really glad you like my silly OC that means the world to me ;; ♥

[mewvore]

Going to talk to my nurse practitioner about going on a low dose of E. Realized nothing really fits but agender and/or non-binary are close enough. Thanks for all the advice again, you have genuinely helped me more than you prolly know.

I'm hoping for the best on your journey 🙏

[thepeacefulgarden]

[breakfast-please]

my blue moon and your red skies (10pm)

[blindmagdalena]

I had a really fluffy homie thought; basically cuddling on the couch under a fluffy throw blanket and watching cartoons like Rick and Morty or Bob’s Burgers. It’s probably totally ooc for HL but the holidays are always a little rough for me and this made me feel all fluffy and warm 😂

Homelander really doesn't care what goes on the TV. That's not why he pushes you down onto the couch or why he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck, snaking his arms around your waist.

The TV being on is more incidental than anything else; maybe it's for you, something to keep you distracted and still while he indulges in being more vulnerable than he usually cares to show.

Either way, he never pays much attention to it.

He's far more focused on the slightly alien feel of his bare fingers brushing the nape of your neck. He normally keeps himself so removed from the world, sensation muffled by the soft leather of his gloves.

He doesn't need the suit here. He doesn't need the world to be deafened or muted. With you, he can be raw. Exposed. Content.

This way, he can clearly feel the beat of your heart against his chest without thick padding dampening it. He wonders if you can feel the steady, strong thump of his. He listens to your lungs fill and empty, the breath from your lips ghosting over his temple and rolling goosebumps down his spine.

He can feel your mortality in every bit of you. Your whole existence can be broken down into such simple, primitive mechanisms, and yet the sum of you is something magic.

There is no frailty in the way you hold him, no uncertainty. You don't hesitate. You love him. More than that, you make it seem so easy. He can't understand why so many have failed to give what you have in spades.

He's not cold, but it's sweet that you pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over your entangled bodies. Your fingertips brush his jaw as you tuck it in around his neck. He smiles against the skin just below your ear and kisses it appreciatively.

You card your fingers through his hair, gently separating any gelled pieces that might tug. You don't have to, but it's sweet that you do.

It's sweet that you touch him like you could break him.

It's a difficult pill to swallow that in reality, you could. You could break him apart with the wrong words, the wrong look, the wrong rush of adrenaline. He would fall apart and tear the world down with him if you ever turned on him.

His grip tightens just enough to hitch the flow of your breaths.

"You okay?" You ask, hand pausing to cup the back of his head.

There it is. Your frailty. It would take so little to break your spine, and yet the echoes of that crack would haunt him for the rest of his life. The circle of your arms is a glass house, a precarious invitation for tragedy.

Sickening that the thought of tragedy still frightens him when it's all he's ever known. That fear sits inside him like an ugly, festering wound. The rot of it spills into all aspects of him—paranoia, anger, possessiveness, he feels it all with such burning fervor.

It's easier to simply call it love.

"Yeah," he says eventually, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You look concerned, so he kisses you. "M'great," he insists, shaping the words against your lips. "You make everything... great." He feels you smile at that.

"If you're sure," you say, pushing both hands through his hair. He can only imagine the shape of it after all the toying you've done with it. "You're squeezing awfully tight."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry. He won't tell you that he was testing the give of your body, sensing with his arms exactly what it would take for you to break apart within them. Not when he's so devastatingly content.

You brush his cheek with your knuckles. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"I might squeeze too tight," he says, leaning into your touch.

"You won't," you assure him.

"I have before," he counters.

You pause a moment. "You know better now."

"Sometimes." He says it like a confession. A dirty little secret for your ears alone that sometimes—only sometimes—he's not entirely sure he's doing the right thing.

The two of you sit in a poignant silence, the television paused on one of those Are you still watching? prompts.

"I'll tell you when it's too tight," you say, tipping his head back to meet your gaze. "And you'll listen to me."

He stares at you for awhile, gaze flitting slightly as he takes in the somber look of you. You've never been afraid of speaking up. Not even against him. He believes you.

And you'll listen to me.

An assertion he would balk at from anyone else. Instead, in your voice, from your soft lips, the thought soothes him.

"Yeah," he says, flexing his grip slightly. "Okay."

"Good. You can squeeze a little tighter," you say, settling your head back down against the couch.

He does. He closes his grip ever so slightly and buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. A little tighter, and you squeeze his shoulder in warning. He lets out a breath and relaxes his hold on you with it, practically melting against you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, each of you testing the feel of the other. The slow tap of warm fingertips and freely exploring hands mapping out a lifetime of potential in the others body. He's gentle out of necessity, and you're gentle out of understanding.

Homelander hits play on the remote before he settles back down. He still doesn't care for watching, but it's a means of telling you without telling you that he's not ready for this moment to end.

Blessedly, you slip your fingers back into his hair, accepting the gesture for what it is.

[darabeatha]

/I miss writing dynamics between characters , but this is really a me issue I should strive to correct, but even then, I I still find myself yearning like a cold animal by the road-

[channelsoph]

Some thoughts after the Wembley show on 16.12.2023

(i wasn't there but i was following it closely and i have some thoughts)

Wembley show just proved that they are a huge success and growing at an extreme rates BUT they are still the same band we know and love and they won’t let the success haze their mind cause who the fuck does not cancel a show when he can’t sing? a very dedicated person. who the fuck continues to play concerts when one of the band members has an emergency and has to bounce? a very dedicated band. i’m not saying there are no other dedicated bands out there. i’m saying you can really see just how much this whole thing means to them. and who the fuck flies off to a family emergency during tour? A HUMAN FUCKING BEING. argue with the wall.

i can see that they love what they do so much and they handle everything that comes their way with such humanism and plain kindness my heart is aching. it is so rare in our times. they are an anonymous collective but they show so much humanity and personality it is astounding and honestly so so beautiful. they play monsters but act so human. i love them. i love the fans. i love being here. they bring me the most intense and incredible feelings.

playing Bloodsport at the end of the set? i bet my ass Ves just was in his feelings and this fucking song fits so fucking perfectly to this whole ordeal of a show. what does that say about him? to me it’s that he lives through every single show with us, with its differences and mishaps. again, the humanity is striking and gut wrenching. it’s nothing sophisticated, they are just being real. humble. human. maybe it was planned. we won’t know. i think the beauty of this is that it is open to interpretation and that’s my two cents on what happened.

in the most healthy way possible, my heart belongs to them.

im gonna tag a little human being @monstrouscrew to thank for the inspiration. you have a beautiful brain

[kingsoowolves]

FOR ALL THE BRIIZES OUT THERE WHO MET RIIZE DURING SEUNGHAN HIATUS:

I beg you PLEASE give him a chance. He’s the sweetest boy ever! You’re not going to regret staning, him, too. He’s as much part of the team as any of them, and all the guys wanted him back.

THEY contacted him. THEY reached out to him and gave him their hands. THEY love him. And I promise you’ll love him as well.

He just needs one chance.

[wolfywolfy]

Lots of people keep saying that Astarion wouldn't peel an orange for you, which is objectively hilarious. But is it true? 🤔

For Ascended Astarion I think so, absolutely. There's no way he would peel that fruit for you. He would need to do you a favor that proves his power over the concept of giving you something. There would need to be a servant, somewhere, who would only ever serve peeled fruits to Tav. There would never be a peel seen inside of his house ever again, if he was asked to peel an orange. But don't get it twisted -- he'd peel the skin off of a man just for you, darling, if you wished it (because it proves that he is strong, he is powerful, he is in control, and that you enjoy this sadistic and twisted part of him that he has succumbed to). This is to say, any request you have, he will meet it in whatever the most condescending twist of power he can. He'd shower you with material things just because you mentioned liking 1 particular gemstone or fabric. You like a particular author? He'll "convince" them to write a novel specifically just for you. Anything to prove he "cares", in whatever way he truly does, and anything to secure you to his hip when he wants you there.

But Spawn Astarion? I dunno. I think he would peel an orange for you. Before you ever kill Cazador he says that one of the reasons he's interested in Ascension in the first place is for your safety, not just his (I'm inclined to believe this, as he sounds genuinely terrified of the concept of either of you being "unsafe" at that point). If you're playing The Dark Urge, he literally helps take care of you. In like, a very intimate and caring way??? And he'll stand up for you multiple times throughout the later acts if you've proven yourself to stand up for him when he needs it. I kind of think he would peel the orange. Honestly, with the way he acts during the graveyard scene, I can't really see him as anything less than utterly adoring of Tav.

Now, would it be a well-peeled orange? ..........no, but it's the thought that counts. He hasn't exactly eaten Real Food™ for 200 years, I don't think he knows how to peel any fruit.

Here's the thing though. I know it's all just a metaphor, the orange isn't necessarily an orange. You think this motherfucker wouldn't peel a proverbial orange for you, though? You think he wouldn't see a piece of jewelry or clothing or knick-knack or something and not immediately snag it (illegally or otherwise) just because he thought Tav would like it? He's like a cat. "Oh I know you couldn't get this for yourself 🙄 here you go, I got it for you." All the while he's trying to make it into not a big deal, but he really just wants you to acknowledge that he cares so he can be a leech to your affections.

Maybe this is all OOC garbage and that's fine, but!! Idk after the way he treats Tav at the epilogue party saying things like "we have forever, and I'm not going anywhere", he comes off to me as incredibly sweet and deeply attached. I do think he'd peel the orange. And I think he'd also be upfront and appreciate Tav for all the oranges they've peeled for him, too.