#rip his headphones

[roychewtoy]

L TO THE (D)OG

[odillisea]

rip remus lupin you would’ve loved the arctic monkeys

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Nooo don't draw the mouthwashing guy when he was a normal conventionally attractive man, as a skinless amputee he is sooo sexy ahah

[scuorge101]

My laptop crashed when I was drawing Antinous. This is a sign.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Happy (Late)9/9 Day!!

(Have the two nines interacting. Poor Donnie is so lost on Fred’s slang.) Fred prefers the company of animals to people/humanoids so their convo goes like this: Fred to Dilly: So rumors been going around that a duck took a crap on the establishment? Dilly: Quack. Fred: Heh. Metal, I salute you.

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

“rip Remus lupin you would’ve loved audiobooks”

IM FUCKING SCREAMING I saw this the other day in one of those “rip x you would’ve loved y” lists and it just popped back into my head bruhhh it’s so funny for no reason I love it 😩😩

[tardis--dreams]

That's what i thought you would say you dumb fucking app

[staroflightning]

Happy birthday Virgil !! 💜

[reallydumbdannyphantomaus]

i work with. the most insufferable man.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Could I ask 9 and/or 4?

got two people asking for 4 so i'll get to it lol but first:

9. What are your file name conventions

well it depends, usually now they're p straightforward (often for organizational purposes)

sometimes tho they're kinda funny

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

oh there's probably a LOT honestly that i'm just forgetting abt but for one i'll say a certain bitch: FUKASE

ohhhhh my god. love that bastard but also wtf dude. aside from wildly inconsistent characterization in my stuff (b/c honestly he's a really interesting character who has a lot of potential for different interpretations, imo) I KEEP FUCKING UP HOW I DRAW HIM 😭😭 i'll forget some detail or another (like on his outfit or the fucking x thing near his mouth or the little flag on his head), colors aren't always consistent cause i keep changing them (sorry my guy your current red is kinda too high contrast and i got color theory shit going on in my things), I CAN NEVER FUCKING DRAW HIS HAIR RIGHT EVEN THO ITS NOT EVEN THEORETICALLY THAT HARD OF A HAIRSTYLE, not even his height's fucking consistent either he's a goddamn mess. award goes to him for sure in being THE most inconsistent variable vocaloid bitch in my shit, not just hc/portrayal-wise but also drawing wise because FUCK even if i draw him somewhat often HE LITERALLY LOOKS DIFFERENT EVERY FUCKING TIME

len's hair is also a bitch sometimes but for some reason i (usually) have less trouble w/ his hairstyle compared to fukase's WHICH IS SOME FUCKING BACKWARDS ASS LOGIC BRUH THE HELL

weirdly specific artist asks

[heich0e]

adding onto the thigh riding kenma ask if i may

(only if that’s okay ofc <3)

but edging kenma while he plays his game and telling him that if he’s too busy to fuck you, then he’s too busy to cum 😵‍💫

ok well what if i died actually

[starlightnavis]

Where It All Began

my brain wanted me to cry apparently anyway!! there's no moonlight bridge model available as far as i can tell so i made do with what i had akjshskh i think it looks neat also i used something other than m4toon for once go me

credits below as always~

makoto by LazySpongie & ATLUS, converted by me  Hong Kong Bridge by 椛暗 starrywinds by celestial-spells pose by me

effects: g_shader moon softlight by shitapparaP ikClut Burnt, Neo, & Deep by KitsuneNoKiba and Ikeno ObjectLuminous & TrueCamera by Sovoro Atmosphere Stillness by 黒 PostMovie 3 by Beamman PixelEdgeBlur by o-tamon

[the-gay-prometheus]

Dipper let Bill borrow his headphones and his old iPod. This was a bad decision. (from my gravity falls AU "When All Is Lost")

His ass has been listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls on repeat for like three days straight. Any time Dipper tries to get his headphones back, Bill hisses at him. So much for "borrowing."

[aro-throughyourchest]

watch this and block limit <3

Bro being c!tubbo, seeing that fucking tower. You’ve been going through the hardest, most numbing time of your life and all you want to do is see him again. you don’t know why you’re going on, maybe there’s too much going on. he doesn’t want to see you.

the area is barren. it’s desolate. you’re too late.

you took too long, you should’ve never come at all—you see that fucking tower. it’s the block limit. it towers over the block limit.

you exiled him. and you were too late.

that’s my 9/11 right there

[littlenim]

dude… outside of the singles the new charli album is kinda ass

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.